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luvneymar · 1 year

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# PRINCESS TREATMENT! — footballers

— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballer boyfriend! (part 2!)

CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, light jealously, light sensuality, sexual themes in messi’s drabble

PARINGS: young!messi x reader, young!christiano, barça!neymar x reader, jude bellingham x reader

NOTE: feel free to change anything about the dress or the jewellery 💕

NEYMAR JUNIOR — credit card!

“Angel, o que você está olhando?” Neymar kissed your forehead before plopping down beside you sliding his hand to your waist. You took a sip from your red wine before answering him “Online Shopping.” [What are you looking at?]

You were currently shopping on Van Cleef & Arpels for the trending Vintage Alhambra set, your friend had showed it & you couldn’t help but take and interest in it.

“Hmm, do you like it?” Neymar asked kissing down your neck till he reached your collarbone, you curl your hand around his head as he nipped at your vanilla scented soft skin. “Yeah it’s beautiful. I prefer it in red though.”

You took another sip of your wine as you placed the last item of the set in the cart inching the total amount above 60,000. You took a deep sigh placing your wine cup onto the coffee table in-front of you.

“Something wrong princess?” Neymar asks slightly concerned with the look on your face, you shook your head slowly tapping the arm-rest of the couch with your nails before pulling his head onto your lap with his hair scratching against your exposed thighs.

“Nothing, I just feel bad spending your money.” You muttered out, not used to living such a lavish lifestyle to this degree & having everything at your fingertips was a constant battle with your impulse control issues.

He sat up slowly looking deeply into your eyes, he had a serious look on his face but all you could see was love and affection seeping from his pores every second he stared into your eyes.

“My love, what does life mean for me if I can’t spend money on the woman I love? My money is your money & your money is your money.” Hearing that shut down any type of insecure thoughts still lingering in your mind.

As your eyes focus’s on his he grabbed the back of your neck moving aside any stray hair and pulled you in for a soft kiss. Neymar smiled into the kiss as he can taste your strawberry chapstick on his tongue.

You pull away from the kiss staring at your boyfriend who just sat in front of you with a cocky look on his face wiping away the saliva from his lips as he later back down hands behind his head your exposed lap.

“Buy anything you’d like love, my money is for you & you only.”

CRISTIANO RONALDO — expensive jewelry!

“Which one would you like beautiful? Pick anything you like.” Cristiano whispered into your ear as you skimmed the different glass boxes filled with 24k+ different types of diamonds, golds & other expensive stones.

He had to practically beg you to go out with him today as you were feeling a little down lately but he knew you’d like what you were looking at. “Relax baby I’ll choose one.” You giggled walking to the other side of the boutique to look at the emerald stones.

You weren’t a big fan of dark swampy colours of greens but something about emerald jewels just caught your eye in a way other gems couldn’t; except diamonds of course. Apart from Cristiano; Diamonds were your 1 true love.

“Excuse me how much is—” Just as you were going to ask the salesman the price of the necklace + earrings set you just found Cris had interrupted you placing his hand over your mouth. “Hi can you grab this for us please? Thank you so much.”

As the jeweller prepared the necklace Ronaldo had pulled you into a secluded area of the store placing a finger over his mouth signalling you to be quiet. “Love, don’t ask for the price when you’re out with me. Ever. If you’re with me just ask for what you want.”

“Okay, Mr. Ronaldo.” You pulled him by the tie for a quick kiss where he wrapped his arms around your waist inching his hand down towards your ass giving it a slight squeeze.

You both pulled away walking back to the salesman with his hand still on your ass who was calling your names. “Mr. Ronaldo, this is a 24 carat, hand crafted, €310,000 necklace. All the diamonds here are—”

“I know you’re just doing your job but I’m sure my girlfriend here doesn’t care about all the statistics. Please box it for her & send me the bill.” Cristiano cut the salesman off once he noticed you weren’t paying 1 bit of attention to the details of the necklace + earring’s history.

“Right away.” The jeweller smiled before walking away to get the actual product out the back to begin packaging it. Once he walked away you turned to Cris and pulled him in for a kiss cupping his face.

Once you both pulled away he wiped away some dust from your face with his thumb while staring into your eyes as if he had been hypnotized by you. “What was that for?”

“You don’t like my kisses anymore?” You questioned pulling him to whisper in his ear, he chuckled lowly rubbing circles on your ass.

“No, not that. You rarely kiss me in public if it isn’t a secluded area.” You looked up at him with your (colour) doe eyes as you watched him swallow nervously loosening his tie.

“Well you just bought me €300,000 diamond necklaces. It’s your reward.” Dragging your finger down his chest & looking up at him with your eyes filled with a look of seduction & affection.

“If spoiling my lover gets me rewards like this you can pick out anything you like in the store. We won’t leave till your satisfied.”

JUDE BELLINGHAM — shoe strap!

“Darling are you finish yet? We have to leave soon.” Jude walks into your shared bedroom & watches you finish the final touches of your make up dress still unzipped and different pairs of heels spread around the room.

“Sorry baby, I was having trouble zipping up my dress then I couldn’t pick between a few heels.” Seeing him walk into the room made you go faster than you already were. Feeling his hands on your shoulders calmed you down.

“Don’t stress, I’ll help you.” He motioned you to sit up from the ottoman, feeling his cold hands against your exposed warm back sent electric waves down your spine giving you goosebumps all over your arms.

As Jude’s hands zipped up your dress you stared him through the mirror watching his every move. Once he was done he spun you around and kissed your forehead placing his on-top of yours.

You both stayed in that position for a while before he pulled away and made his way towards your shared walk-in closet coming back your YSL heels. “Oh not those they’re soooo hard to walk in.”

You complained walking towards the bed to pick up a different pair of shoes. He placed the shoe box beside you taking the pair of Red Bottoms and flinging them somewhere around the room. “You look stunning in them, if your feet start to hurt I’ll carry you. Okay?”

“…Okay” You responded sticking out your foot so Jude could put on the first shoe, you felt like Cinderella when she lost her glass shoe & the prince came to personally return it to her.

“Stand up baby.” Jude helped you stand up from the bed as if you were made of glass holding your waist as he hoisted you up.

Jude bent down to adjust the strap of your heel around your ankle, once he was done he lifted your foot to kiss the side of your ankle before going to the other one.

As he did the same to your left foot he hadn’t notice your phone recording him as he looked back and saw you recording a tiktok through the mirror behind you. “Enjoying showing me off?”

You giggled pulling your foot away once he was done he placed your foot on the ground and stood back up, you placed your phone in your purse and turned around to place it on the bed putting in your lip-gloss & power in your bag.

As you put the rest of your items in your bag you felt Jude’s hands slip around your waist pulling you closer towards his body, you hadn’t thought anything of it until you felt something firm against your ass.

“Is that what I think it is?” You turned around to face him looking into his brown eyes which was filled lust & affection. He took your hand and tried to place it on his hard-on. Just for you to pull away.

“Uh huh, We’re going to this dinner Mr.” You pulled away and walked away towards the hallway with Jude jogging right behind you

“Can we at-least leave halfway?” He asked stopping you by grabbing onto your hand intertwining your fingers with his. “Maybe.”

“God you drive me absolutely insane baby.”

LIONEL MESSI — shopping spree!

“Sweetheart are you done yet?” Leo asked from outside the dressing room where you were currently trying on your 7th dress from the store.

You had asked to spend the day with him & when he decided to go to a shopping centre you knew were going to walk out of their a few thousand dollars poorer.

Lionel loved spending money on you as he saw how happy you looked dressing up for different events you both attended like dates, galas, award shows, games & everything else between the lines.

“Yeah I just need help with the zipper!” You opened the door of the change room and came out a in a tight black dress decorated in gold chains, you fell in-love with the dress the moment you saw lily were it the MET GALA & Leo just had to get it for you.

As you spun looking at yourself in mirror enjoying the dress Leo couldn’t help but stare at you in awe almost dropping all the shopping bags in his hands along with the other dressed over his shoulder. “God you look—”

“Stunning? Sexy? I know. All thanks to you baby. And my parents of course.” You walked towards him pulling him in for a long passionate kiss, you pulled away with a thin line of saliva connecting you two.

You looked around to see if any of the workers were around before pulling him in once again kissing him deeply as you pushed your tongue between his lips. His teammates and friends had always teased him for being pussy whipped & a simp for you.

He had always denied it thinking he was just treating you the way a boyfriend with his status & fame should but whenever you pulled him in for a kiss the way you just did he knew they were right.

“Leo baby you dropped my bags.” You whispered as you pulled away just enough for your lips to not be touching, you pulled away snickering at him before entering the change room once again to try on another dress

“Last one okay baby!” You shouted as you threw the dress over the door onto Leo’s head, he placed the bags and dresses onto the couch he was sitting and sat up sneaking into the change room along with you.

“Leo what are you—!” He slammed the door shut and pulled your body closer towards him, you just took off the previous dress so you were still in your undergarments.

“You cant be in here! What if an employee see you?” You panicked unaware of him unhooking your lacy bra as he kissed your neck hands rubbing down your waist all the way to your hips.

“It’s okay, I’ll be fast.” He whispered pulling off your bra covering your breasts with his hands as he stared at you in the mirror. “You’re too much!” You laughed turning around to face your boyfriend.

The moment you turned around he spun you back around so you could see yourself in the mirror. “You can milk me of every penny I own I don’t care, please just let me fuck you right now. I need it so badly you don’t even know.”

NOTE: i’m so sorry my tumblr is acting up rn idk if it’s showing on the tags or anything hopefully it’ll fix itself in a few! 🤍

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sweetchildcloud · 5 months

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This are my crushes and what...does it say about me?

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findingnemosworld · 8 months

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𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 - 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐞? 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞? )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐬!!!

Y/N L/N had made her triumphant return to the film industry after a year and a half hiatus to look after her twins Mateo and Luna as well as support her husband’s new chapter in Saudi Arabia as Al-Nassr’s brand new football player, tonight however was all about her role in the new film Beyond The Pines a children's fantasy film.

The family of four were in attendance and had walked the red carpet with bright smiles, once they were lead to the theatre; they sat down for the entire film and once the credits rolled, everyone stood up to applaud her for her performance, Cristiano was the first to speak by saying, " We’re so proud of you amor "

Y/N gratefully accepted the praise before embracing both of her children who cooed at clapped for their mother. Afterwards, they declined the offer of attending the after party in favor of heading home and resting after an exhausting day.

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Once she checked up on the twins, she returns to the bedroom right around the time Cris had stepped out from the en-suite bathroom after a quick shower, she sits in front of her vanity mirror and grabs the jasmine scented body lotion, she pours a generous amount to rub it across her limbs while Cris stood and watched her with a soft smile, and it wasn’t until she finished that she looked up to notice him, " What? " she giggled.

Instead of responding, he walks up to her then leans down to press open mouthed kisses to her shoulder. " You’re so perfect "

She smiles, " I think that’s only you amor "

He doesn't respond, instead hoisting her up in his arms which elicited a soft giggle from her, " Cris, the kids are sleeping "

" Guess that means you'll have to be quiet " He shrugs then chuckles before he places her down near the edge of the bed, his hands roam over her body before grabbing the ends of her nightgown to remove it, " Perfect " he murmurs just as he dips his head down to capture her lips in a gentle kiss that she happily reciprocated with a soft moan that escaped her lips into his.

Her hands roam down, gently removing the towel off of his body. He then pushes her onto the bed, wrapping one arm around her waist while his hand rests over her neck while they exchanged the sweetest most passionate kiss, his lips then trail down to her neck to press open mouthed kisses across her neck then alternate between nibbling and kissing the skin which elicited soft sounds from her trembling lips. " Oh " she sighs. " Just like that! "

He trails his hand from her waist down to her thighs, " Spread your legs amor " he whispers, and she happily complies before gasping when his digits teased her slick walls. " You're so wet for me "

She whines in response " Please Cris "

" Patience amor " He tuts, spending the next few minutes teasing her walls with his digits, inciting the softest sounds from her which in turn made him groan. " You sound so sweet amor, keep making those sounds "

Her back arches off of the bed just as she reached her high, " Oh my god, just like that " she sighs.

His digits were soon replaced by the length of his cock, he thrusts inside of her without so much of a warning. " Cris " She whimpers, wrapping her arms around his shoulder to press her lips on top of his.

" I know amor " He murmurs, pecking her lips while he continued to thrust in and out at a leisure pace he soon picked up. " You're so good to me, so perfect "

His praise helped spur the sensations she felt, " Oh " she whines, " It's so good ... just like that "

" Are you close amor? " He cooed in her ear, " You're going to cum for me "

" Yes " She moans, arching her back off of the bed until she reached her high. " Oh my god "

" So good " He grunts, his eyelids tightly shut as he chased his own high before he collapsed on top of her, pressing soft kisses on her chest, " You did so good amor " he pulls back, then heads to the bathroom to grab two wet cloths, he then returned and cleaned the two of them up before discarding the cloths, he then pulled her into his embrace, " I love you amor "

" I love you too " She smiles.

#cristiano ronaldo imagine #cristiano ronaldo #cristiano ronaldo smut #cristiano ronaldo x reader #cristiano ronaldo fanfiction

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multifandomfanfic · 1 year

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could you do something where ronaldo is your ex and you broke up because he cheated but he saw you with another man at a party and he got really jealous??

Cold Air

Word Count: ~2.2k

A/N: I hope you enjoy! Sorry this took so long and sorry if any descriptions of Qatar are inaccurate. Just suspend reality for a bit :)) (also, I proof-read this, but it hasn’t had a second pair of eyes look at it)

The city lights passed by your car as you made your way to the club. The World Cup was in full swing and, today, Portugal had beaten Switzerland by five goals. You wrinkled your nose. Portugal. As good of a team they were, any mention of their team, and especially a certain player, left a foul taste on your tongue.

It wasn't like you didn't love Ronaldo. You did.., well, you had loved him at one point. Months ago you had been positive your relationship was going to last forever; you were living together, you went with him to his events, and you were even certain you had spied an engagement ring in his bag once. All of that was squashed within seconds thanks to Ronaldo’s unlocked phone and a few Instagram DMs.

Within days, you had moved out of your shared house and into an apartment far away from Manchester. Ronaldo agreed to pay the first year of your rent in return for you not going public about his infidelity, but you took the high road. You did not need his help and, after what he did to you, you decided that you did not want to have any connection to him any longer. Enough was enough.

But here you were, in Qatar, the day his team beat the Swiss.

Your phone vibrated and you dug it out of your purse.

I'll have to leave a little early tonight, Emi texted you.

What? Why?

Coach wants us to get at least eight hours of sleep before some extra practice in the morning. He explained, I'm free to do whatever you want tomorrow night.

You groaned and slumped back into the car seat. Great. Just great. The only reason you were going to this club was to celebrate Emi’s friend’s birthday, whom you had never met. In fact, you hardly knew anybody on his team. You had spent so much time with Portugal and Manchester United that you hadn’t become acquainted with any of the other teams. Besides, you had only been seeing Emi for a couple of months.

“Is this it?” your driver asked.

“Yes, this is it,” you sighed. The cold night air raised goosebumps on your skin as soon as you pushed open the door. It was refreshing and briefly distracted your mind from the awkwardness awaiting you inside.

The bouncer opened the rope as you approached. The club’s exterior was lit by LED lights, beckoning people to venture inside. Quite a crowd had amounted outside, drawn by the possibility of seeing a world-class futball player in person. They watched you as you entered the building. Who were you? And why were you here?

The interior of the bar was as exuberant and bright as the exterior. The only difference was the number of people crammed within its walls. Bodies were pressed against each other, moving to the music blaring from the speakers. Two bartenders were hurriedly making drinks for the growing crowd. They had been instructed to prioritize the futball players and serve them first, but they were struggling to keep up with that demand.

You scanned the throngs of people. One or two of the men close to you looked familiar, but the lights were set just dim enough that you couldn’t distinguish people from a distance. Their forms blended into one, swaying mass.

Person after person bumped and shoved you (whether on accident or on purpose, you couldn’t tell) as you forged your way to the bar. Surely, there were too many people in the club to be safe, but nobody paid attention. They were all having fun. You were the walking embodiment of dread.

You tugged on the end of your dress. It wasn’t yours–one of the players’ girlfriends had lent it to you–and it wasn’t exactly your taste either. The color was off and it fell awkwardly on your thighs. Anyone who knew you would know the dress was not your first choice.

“Excuse me?” you asked the bartender closest to you, “Can I get one of those?”

The mixture of alcohol he was making was taking all of his attention, and he made no effort to respond. You groaned, leaned against the bartop, and began people-watching. There was no sight of Ronaldo or Emi. You weren’t expecting Ronaldo to be there, but you could never be too sure.

“Y/N!” a familiar voice called from behind you.

You turned around and smiled, “Emi!”

He pushed his way through the crowd, nodding and grinning at his friends. You recognized none of them, despite going to many of Emi’s games. Maybe you were too stuck in the past.

Once he reached you, Emi grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him.

“It’s so good to see you,” he said, leaning over slightly and began kissing your neck. Several people’s eyes landed on the two of you.

“Babe, please,” you whispered, “Not in public.”

He stepped back, “Why not?”

“I just don’t feel comfortable with it, ok?” you replied. To be honest, you had no idea why it made you so uneasy. People looking at you was one thing, but something else was off.

Emi smirked and loosened his grip on your waist, “Fine. But I will be seeing you tomorrow night.”

“It’s a date,” you chuckled. He left you one more kiss on your lips as he started to back away. He smiled and nodded his head goodbye. Before you knew it, Emi had disappeared into the mass of people.

The bartender continued to pay attention to other patrons, leaving you drinkless and bored. There was a full-length mirror behind the back of the bar. You examined yourself in it, rubbing off the lipstick that had made its way off of your lips and adjusting your hair so it fell just right on your face. A figure began to form behind you. Someone was making their way to the spot to your left. The way the lights were positioned and flashing, you could not tell who it was.. that is, until they spoke.

He ordered two of your favorite drink and, like clockwork, the bartender had them finished within seconds.

“You look good,” he almost mumbled as he took the first sip from his drink. His eyes scanned your figure, soaking in every aspect of how the dress fell on your body. You could have slapped him, “Although, I wouldn’t peg you as the type of girl to wear something like that.”

“What do you want, Ronaldo?” you spat. His face changed for a moment at the use of his last name instead of Cristiano–what you used to call him–but, within seconds, it was back to his usual, sly look. On the other hand, you could feel your face turning red. Months of pent-up rage and regret flooded back into your head. Why had you come here? Why did he have to be here?

“You haven’t changed a bit,” he said as you picked up your drink. You slammed it back down on the counter. A little sloshed over the edge and the bartender immediately wiped it with his towel. He scowled at you but smiled at Ronaldo. You pushed the glass to the farthest point on the bar that you could reach. You refused to drink it. That would make it seem like you were diving in.

“I asked you what you wanted,” you seethed, arms crossed across your chest, “Can you answer my question?”

He rolled his eyes and looked around as if you were the only person in the room who did not know what he was going to say. He then leaned closer, “You could do much better than an Argentinian. That’s all I wanted to say.”

You froze. Your mouth hung agape, your mind was apparently empty of any good comebacks. After a moment you managed a “Are you kidding me?” and a small, all-too-exaggerated laugh. The audacity this man had. He cheated on you, not the other way around.

“Do you think I’m joking? I’m just stating the obvious, darling,” Ronaldo smirked. He leaned against the bar, drink in hand. Triumph was written all over his face.

You pulled out twenty dollars from your purse and slammed it onto the bar to cover your drink. You stood up straight, staring your adversary in the eyes.

“I’m done with your bullshit, Ronaldo. Do I need to remind you whose fault it was that we broke up? It wasn’t me!,” you shouted just loud enough so the people closest to you could hear, “Have a good life.”

You stormed past him, purposely bumping into his shoulder on the way to the back. Your feet carried you past the mob of bodies. Instead of annoying you, they acted to your benefit, creating an almost impenetrable sea for Ronaldo to cross to get to you. You made it to the back exit swiftly and, without hesitating, escaped the room.

The chilly air greeted you like an old friend. Your dress was hardly enough to keep you warm, but it didn’t matter. Compared to the inside of the bar and its patrons, it felt more friendly and calm in the frigid night.

You pulled out your phone and started searching for an Uber to take you home. You began walking down the alleyway, enveloped in the screen in front of you rather than paying attention to your surroundings. That was why you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt a cold hand grab a hold of your arm.

You whipped around and tried to strike the attacker with your bag but, after a moment, you saw that it was none other than Ronaldo. Despite recognizing him, you still managed to hit him with your purse. You ripped your arm from his grasp and backed up. You weren’t truly scared of him, not at all, but he repulsed you so much that you wanted to distance yourself from him as much as you possibly could.

“What the hell are you doing?!” you exclaimed.

“Y/N, listen to m–”

“No, tell me what you think you’re doing!”

“I don’t know what I–” he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and shifting his weight.

“You don’t know what you’re do–”

“Y/N, would you just listen to me, please?!” Ronaldo finally begged. He stood with his arms extended to you, silently pleading with you to let him speak, “Please?”

You checked your phone and then crossed your arms, “You have two minutes, Ronaldo, then I never want to see you again.”

“That’s fine, that’s perfect,” he took a step back. He looked at the sky as he took a deep breath. The stars were shining down on the two of you, illuminating the alleyway just enough that you could see Ronaldo’s breath and the sweat dripping down his face. What was bothering him so much?

He sighed, exasperated with his own thoughts, “Y/N, I.. you know I love you right?”

You did not reply, nod, or shake your head. You kept your eyes glued on him but, on the inside, your stomach was turning. This conversation could lead nowhere good. In the months since your break-up, you had thought about getting back together plenty of times. Yet, in reality, you could never let yourself do that. He cheated on you once. He had broken your trust. That could not happen again.

“I know you do. And I know, I hope, that deep down you still love me,” Ronaldo continued, trying to get any reaction out of you, but none came, “I will never love another woman as much as I love you. You were the light of my life, the thing that made me smile every single day without fail. You enchant me, Y/N, and I went and screwed everything up. Will you forgive me?”

You scoffed, your arms only crossing tighter in front of your chest, “Don’t give me this ‘I love you most ardently’-esque crap. You cheated on me, Ronaldo. I have proof!”

“And I regret it every day! Y/N, you don’t understand how much I’ve beat myself up over this. I love you! You make me happy!”

“Ronaldo, if I really made you happy, frankly, we would not be in this situation right now,” you said, pursing your lips. You shrugged, “I am sorry, but I can’t forgive you.”

With that, a grey sedan drove to the end of the alleyway behind you. You checked the description on your phone–it was your ride.

“That’s me,” you said. The amount of water vapor in front of Ronaldo’s mouth only increased as he grew angrier and more confused. His mind was running, trying to find some solution to have you back, or to get you to at least forgive him, but he could not find one.

“Can you at least call me Cristiano?” he finally called out as you started to walk away.

You turned around. After a moment, you nodded, and made eye contact with him once more, “Alright, Cristiano. As I said earlier, I hope you have a good life.”

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wavypotatochips · 11 months

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Hey, I have a request for a Cristiano Ronaldo imagine / one shot.

Could you write one about y/n always supporting Cristiano and always being at his matches and everyone knows they’re best friends but they’re actually dating and just haven’t told anyone yet but there are rumors that they are and Cristiano reveals that y/n and him are dating in an interview when he gets asked about the rumors. I hope you can do that, I’d really appreciate it.

Ly Caya

More Than Just A Friend | Cristiano Ronaldo

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Cristiano Ronaldo x Female Reader

Word Count : 995

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As the vibrant stadium lights illuminate the field, you find yourself amidst a sea of cheering fans, eagerly awaiting the start of yet another exhilarating match. You are here, faithfully supporting Cristiano Ronaldo, your boyfriend, in every game. The public eye perceives you both as best friends, unaware of the deep romantic connection you share. Together, you have decided to keep your relationship a secret until Cristiano feels the time is right to disclose it, considering his status as an iconic figure in the world of football.

Clad in Cristiano's team colors, you stand near the front row of the stadium, surrounded by a sea of passionate supporters. Your heart swells with pride and anticipation, the electric atmosphere heightening your senses. As the players take their positions on the field, a wave of excitement ripples through the crowd, reaching its crescendo as Cristiano's name echoes through the stands.

You catch a glimpse of Cristiano as he walks onto the pitch, his face a mask of focus and determination. The roar of the crowd intensifies, their chants reverberating in your ears. With each passing second, your heart beats faster, mirroring the pulse of the game about to unfold.

Cristiano's team plays with unmatched skill and unwavering determination, their every move a testament to their years of practice and teamwork. Your eyes remain fixed on Cristiano as he weaves through defenders, his agility and speed leaving everyone in awe. The stadium erupts in a symphony of cheers as he scores a breathtaking goal, sending the ball soaring into the net.

"Go, Cristiano!" you shout at the top of your lungs, your voice blending with the chorus of supporters around you. The elation on Cristiano's face is unmistakable, even from afar. It's moments like these that make all the hard work and sacrifices worth it.

As the game progresses, the whispers of rumors grow louder, finding their way into the ears of observant reporters. Some keen individuals have started to notice the way Cristiano steals glances at you during matches, or the subtle gestures of affection you exchange when no one is watching. Speculations begin to circulate about the true nature of your relationship. However, the truth remains hidden, concealed behind the facade of friendship, guarded by your shared decision to protect the privacy of your love.

After the game, amidst a frenzy of media and jubilant fans, you make your way to the player's lounge. Cristiano, his face still flushed with the exhilaration of the match, pulls you into a tight embrace.

"You played incredibly today, love," you whisper, hugging him tightly. He smiles warmly at you, his eyes brimming with affection.

In a fleeting moment, Cristiano leans in and presses a tender kiss against your lips. The intimate gesture fills your heart with reassurance. "Thank you, my love," Cristiano murmurs, his voice laced with affection. His gaze holds a hint of determination, signaling that he believes the time has come for a change.

Before either of you can utter a word, the sound of hurried footsteps and the clamor of reporters fill the air as they make their way towards the lounge's entrance. You exchange a quick nod, sealing an unspoken understanding, and kiss Cristiano's lips once more before swiftly slipping out of the lounge through the back door. Positioned discreetly, you find a hidden vantage point, peeking through a narrow crack to witness the pivotal moment that is about to unfold.

A sudden hush falls over the room as the journalists enter, sensing the significance of the impending revelation. Cristiano's eyes seek you out, locking with yours, and in that moment, you share an unbreakable bond of unity and love. He takes a deep breath, ready to reveal the truth to the world.

During the post-match interview, various journalists bombard Cristiano with questions about the game, his training regimen, and the secrets to his phenomenal success. Then, as anticipated, a daring journalist raises the inevitable question, his tone brimming with curiosity, "Cristiano, there have been persistent rumors about a romantic relationship between you and y/n. Can you shed some light on that?"

Cristiano's eyes twinkle as he glances at you for a split second, a knowing smile playing on his lips. Your heart races, pounding so fast you fear it might burst through your chest. In this moment, you cannot help but feel an overwhelming surge of happiness, knowing that you will no longer have to suppress your feelings in public. The weight of secrecy is about to be lifted, replaced by a sense of liberation and joy.

"Yes," Cristiano declares, his voice firm and resolute, capturing the attention of the room. "The rumors are true. Y/N and I are dating. We have been together for a year and a half. She is my pillar of strength, my confidante, and my greatest support. Our bond transcends friendship, and I couldn't be happier to share this news with the world."

The room erupts into a symphony of gasps, applause, and a flurry of camera flashes. The truth is out, released into the world like a bird taking flight. The love you and Cristiano share is no longer confined to the shadows; it now stands proudly in the spotlight. From this moment forward, you will face the world together, hand in hand, unafraid of the scrutiny and ready to embrace the adventure that awaits.

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hornyramostan · 1 year

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After all this time?; Cristiano Ronaldo

Two years had passed since you last saw your best friend. He had left Portugal for Spain to expand his football career and join a team. You yourself recommended it to him after watching him play throughout his life trying so hard to go far, because you also trusted what he could do. You also recommended it to him, because you hadn't thought about all the time you weren't going to see him. You lied when you told him not to think so important and that you didn't miss him madly.

Cristiano and you have known each other for more than ten years and throughout your life you have been asked many times if you were a couple, you always denied it with a certain disgust, as if it was crazy, but deep down you knew that you would not dislike the idea of dating the attractive soccer player you had as a friend. Clearly you never confessed it to him because it could go very wrong and ruin your relationship, so in that time when Cris wasn't around, you tried to meet new people to distract your head, and, why not, find a part-time lover.

When you entered university you met a boy named Lionel who sat next to you. The both chatted a couple of times from the moment he went to class wearing a T-shirt from your favorite band "The Strokes" If there was something you liked in boys it was that they have good musical tastes, and this was the case with this boy. A few days ago the teacher had given the instructions for a work in pairs and you had no better idea than to do it together. Leo would go to your house that afternoon to meet, what you didn't know is that someone else had also planned to go to your house that afternoon, but as a surprise.

Half past three in the afternoon and the doorbell rang at your house. You finished accommodating the books and went to open the door. By the time you could see what was behind it, you had to hold on to the frame "Have you missed me darling?" There he was, your best friend was back. "CRISTIANO" You said as you detached yourself from the door to jump into his arms. You didn't remember hugging him so tight ever, you really missed him. "What the hell are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in Spain? "Well I missed my family and I also wanted to tell you that-" "Wait, let's go home because it looks like it's going to rain and I don't want you to catch a cold"

When the both entered you noticed that he had a confused face "Did something happen?" You asked curiously "Why is everything so arranged and why is there a snack for two prepared? Were you expecting someone else?" "Actually-" You were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell "Yes, I invited a friend to do some university work at home, I hope you don't mind" You told him as you reached the front door, which you opened with a huge smile,naccording to Cristiano, who had changed his expression from confused to furious.

"I brought yerba to drink mate, it's a very common drink in Argentina and I think you'll like it" "Awww leo thanks, now let's go inside because it's cold and raining" As soon as you closed the door you noticed the tension that existed among your guests, but you decided to ignore her "Well, let me introduce you, Cris this is Leo, a friend from uni and Leo this is Cris, a childhood friend" "BEST friend, you mean" the Portuguese plaintiff corrected. Both, Leo and you, looked at each other being complicit in a clear scene of jealousy "Well, let's get to work"

This is how the afternoon passed, Leo and you did what you had to do. You laughed and drank mate with biscuits while Cristiano watched the scene from affair, although they offered him several times to join the conversation, he just shook his head.

"Well, thanks for coming leo, I had a lot of fun, see you on Monday!" "I'm saying the same y/n, greetings to you and your friend!" Your coworker said as he walked out the door.

"May I know why you laughed so much with him?" The Portuguese blurted out "Because at least he spoke, not like others who sit with an ass face judging with their eyes, oh and I didn't like that little scene you did at the beginning Cristiano, nothing at all" "And how do you want me to react if MY best friend just replaces me as if nothing?" "SORRY? AS IF NOTHING? YOU WERE THE ONE WHO DIDN'T WRITE TO ME FOR TWO YEARS CRISTIANO, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I MISSED YOU AND HOW MUCH IT HURTS ME TO SEE THAT YOU NEVER REMEMBERED ME" You were furious. Like nothing? He didn't know how much you missed him? "DO YOU THINK I HAD TIME TO WRITE YOU? I COULDN'T EVEN WRITE TO MY PARENTS" They were both silent "I missed you a lot too, more than you can imagine, I missed your hugs, your face, your voice, seeing your eyes, god I missed you so much y/n, and when I saw that another person arrived I was afraid, I was afraid because I thought I had lost my chance" "Your chance for what?" "From this" And before you could react, he grabbed you by the waist, attracting you to him and the both melted into a passionate kiss. You separated due to lack of air and once ecovered it, you kissed again. It was as if the both could finally demonstrate that desire that they had.

They separated and looked into each other's eyes, and the only thing they could say was "I love you".

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ilovemilfsthings · 1 year

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could you do something where ronaldo is your ex and you broke up because he cheated but he saw you with another man at a party and he got really jealous and tries to talk to uou ?? idk a lot of angst basically.

IMAGINE ; cristiano ronaldo x fem! oc

plot: you met your ex boyfriend, but it’s not a nice meeting.

trigger warning: cheating, swearing, a lot of angst.

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IT WASN’T your first time, when you got cheated on. but this time it was completely different, than in previous relationships. after found out that the most important person in your life, found peace in the arms of his former love. you felt like half of your heart just died, this feeling is like a crumpled a piece of paper that someone has thrown in the trash. the feeling was even worse, when your partner knows about yours past and how badly insecure you were.

cristiano was your first real love, your best friend and soulmate. well, you thought like that for two years when you were the happiest person in the world. when you met him first time, you could tell that was love by first sight. of course, he was handsome, but especially he was very sweet, caring and family person. even if there was a slight age difference between you two, it didn’t bother you. you just knew that you wanted to start family with him ─ in fact you had a family with him because you treated cristiano jr. like your own son. ─ anyway, you thought you finally found a perfect partner, after that hell you went through. but life was never fair, and you knew it very good.

cristiano stared acting really weird and different. he wasn’t at home in time, he started to ignored your calls or messages etc. you felt like he didn’t treat you as his girlfriend, but only a roommate or even nanny for his son. you started to overthink your relationship with ronaldo, knew that he wasn’t has feelings for you anymore. as we know, overthinking is a bitch, but it always right, this time wasn’t different.

you were done and tired of your relationship and how it meant nothing for cristiano anymore. you conjectured that he had betrayed you all this time, but you need to see the proof. so without thinking, you grabbed cristano phone, when he was in the shower. you froze, when you find sweet messages he texted to georgina, his ex-girlfriend.

when you two stared dating, you was afraid he still had feelings for georgina. but every time you asked him about it, he guaranteed you that he hadn’t cared about her at all. and every time you were so naive and believed him without a word.

you remember how you burst into tears, not believed it happened to you again, like a never ending story. “why i am never enough” you asked yourself always when situations like that happens. the fight was blurred in your mind, you remember how he begged you to not leaving home, how he swore it wasn’t like this etc.

“y/n it wasn’t like this, you must misunderstand something. i swear i don’t cheat on you” he tried to stop you, as you goes to packed all of your things. “cristano maybe i was naive, but i am not stupid and i know what i see” you didn’t even looked at him, everything you wanted right now is exited this house and never see him again. he was dead to you.

six months have passed since then and you can say that now everything was fine. you stopped thinking about cristiano and stared to live your life. you even agreed to go to the party today, with your best friend. he comforted you after the whole situation, and he knew that you need to relax with him and glass of wine.

you wore black mini dress and basic black heels, you finally started to be confident, because you wanted to leave your past behind and wanted to be a person, that you wanted to be before your relationships’ story.

club, that martin chooses was a pretty big place with vip section, but you focused only on a bar and dancing floor and martin focused on pretty boys, hoping that he wouldn’t be a single anymore. you were a little bit tipsy, because of martin who bought you a lot of colourful drinks.

“isn’t it your ex?” he asked, pointing out the person that you didn’t want to see that night. cristiano was wearing a basic black shirt and black pants, but you can tell that he was looking fine. you locked eyes with him but quickly broke it.

you tried to focused on martin, but then you feel someone’s hand on your arm, you turn around to face your ex-boyfriend, raised brows.

“what do you want for me?” you asked him, after standing in silence for few seconds.

“can we talk?” he sighed. “face to face” he added, glanced martin. and you just looked at him pityingly.

“cristiano we don’t have anything to talk about” you were calmed, because you were sure, that you don’t had feelings for this man. you have forgiven him a long time ago, but you don’t let him warped you around his little finger.

“because what? because now you are busy with your new pathetic boyfriend?” when he said this, you can’t believe it and grabbed his arm, walked away from bar.

“what the fuck, cristiano? you can’t just shout at me in front of my friend!” you were angry at him, that he acted so childish in your eyes. “i thought i told you six months ago, that i don’t wanna see you in my life anymore”

”i know i fucked up y/n, but i can’t live without you” he tried to hold your hand, but you quickly push him back. “did you really choose that guy and not me?” you laughed at him, this man can’t be serious right now.

“he’s my best friend, but you don’t need to know it. you really forget what do you done to me?” you asked rhetorically. “can’t you see, you are dead to me, you don’t existed in my mind anymore”

“i did it because i wanted you to be jealous, it wasn’t anything serious” he said, sounds incredibly stupid.

“jealous? you must be kidding me” you shake your head, being proud of yourself that this man means nothing to you. “we are done, leave me alone and have a nice night” you said and walked away for him.

yes, he was definitely dead to you.

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HOPE YOU LIKE IT

sorry for any mistakes

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jdbellingham · 1 year

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LIGHT SWITCH

pairing : jude bellingham x reader

requests are open!!

word count: 472 (this is short lol)

summary: after being stood up time and time again, you finally give up on Jude.

warnings: cussing, angst

“IM SICK OF us being on and off like a fucking light switch!” She yelled, throwing her hands down. She gazed into Jude’s dark brown eyes which mirrored her own, large glistening pools about to overfill with tears. She could almost make out her own reflection in them, knowing that he could probably make himself out in hers.

“I’m sorry,” Jude replied, his voice quivering. Like a crackling fire, his voice was on the verge of fading into a faint whisper. His fingers clenched tightly into balled fists, fingernails digging crescent shaped wounds into his palm.

He watched as the girl he had loved since 12th year stared at his hands, then subconsciously tucked them behind his back. Flexing them to make sure there was still circulation.

“Jude I don’t want to do this,” She said, this time her voice slower and softer, comparatively gentle to the harsh words she had spoke just a few moments before. “But I have to, because I don’t want you to think that leaving me in front of restaurants and theatres time after time again, alone- is okay. And-”

“Y/n please,” Jude interrupted, his entire being was pleading, he would’ve dropped to his knees if she wanted him to. “I have loved you since i was 17, and I know at times I seem like a complete idiot, and I know for a fact I don’t deserve you. But I love you, Y/n L/n. I love you. And I’ll be damn stupid to let you leave. You are wonderful, and you are astoundingly smart,you are everything any man wants, and could ask for. But most of all, you are you. You are the girl who inspires me to change, you are the girl who I look forward to seeing every second of the day, and you are the person who not only makes people their best selves, you are the person who makes me, me. Y/n please just stay, I’ll make everything up to you, I’ll-”

This time it was Y/n who interrupted Jude, she had-had enough. She couldn’t take anymore before she would cave. One more word of his monologue and she would’ve folded before him and she’d have been the one begging for forgiveness.

“Jude,” Y/n began, and his sweet doe eyes lit up with hope,

“No,”

The light in his eyes vanished and the sound of his breath hitching filled the silence.

“Goodbye, Jude,” She said, the tears which she had held at bay for so long finally slipping down her face, and slowly but quite noticeably the tears multiplied. One tear became another, and suddenly her cheeks were streaked with warm salty drops. She quickly realized, and wiped what she could off, before whipping around and beginning to walk away.

And as much as she hated admitting it, she had hoped Jude would’ve stopped her.

do you guys want pt 2? feel free to send me suggestions!!

note: idk what this trash is, and ik i didn’t put it on the list of upcoming fics but I need to post smth bc my other fic is giving me writers block. anyway yeah don’t expect short stuff like this very often :)

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 2 months

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I want to write a full story later about this guy. Kind of funny and messed up but message me if you want this

You and Ronaldo met through his mom. You didn't know he liked you. His mom told him how you never dated and had family abusive issues. So, he decided to be friends.

Today, he invited you to the world cup. He wanted to propose to you after giving you his trophy he earned

To his dismay, he lost!

You gaped like a fish as you almost witnessed Ronaldo fighting someone on the opponent team. You never seen this side of him since meeting him.

You decided to leave and give him space.

You heard him yell out your name.

You were actually scared of him for the first time. What does he want.

Out of nowhere. He took a huge diamond ring out of his pocket.

"Marry me." It didn't sound like an ask.

Where did this come from? You never dated anyone especially your male friend. Is that why his mom liked you? Because of her son?

You began to distrust his mom too.

"You were trying to win the world cup for me?" This was the nicest thing anyone ever did for you.

Ronaldo collapsed on his knees. "Please be mine. I have been giving you hints. No offense, you're socially stupid and awkward." He quickly added. "I love you still though."

Maybe you do love Ronaldo as a man but didn't know it due to lack of experience. You will try to be a good wife and a good daughter to Mrs. Ronaldo.

You gave him your best smile.

Before you could agree. His eyes lit up and scooped you around spinning you. He kissed you like this....

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pi3tros · 1 year

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PRINCESS TREATMENT

Cristianoxxfemreader

tw — p!v sex, hair pulling, reader had past relationship problems, juventus Cristiano, bruises, sugar daddy Ronaldo 🤭, choking, reader has questionable eyesight, mirror sex, reader sleeps easily, soft dom Cristiano 🥺, size kink, let me know if there’s any more, it’s a bit long, MINORS DNI

you felt your deep slumber being interrupted, plump lips slightly opened as snores escaped your lips. Bare legs rubbing against the warm silk sheets. Nights like these where usual, you by yourself in an empty bed. Cristiano was a busy man, soccer taking up most of his life, you weren’t bothered by it tho. He provided for you, but it would be good to have him home once in a while.

You where a light sleeper, feeling the cold air being hit immediately on your legs, sheets being pulled down. The bed sinked next to you, the familiar Dior cologne hitting your nose. Eyes still closed, hearing something being rustled with, a box being opened and sat on the floor.

Something cold and heavy hit your skin, making your eyes slowly open, rubbing them with a whine. Annoyed that the good sleep you where having was being interrupted. Cristiano sat on the side of the bed, coat and shoes still on not even undressing himself before entering the bedroom.

“Baby?” Your voice was quiet, vision blurry, immediately reaching to the nightstand grabbing your glasses. Sliding them on your face, everything becoming much clearer. His hand rested on your back sitting you up.

“Princesa, i have a gift for you.” He announced, leaning forward turning on the nightlight. Your eyes closing once again, leaning into his touch as he grabbed your foot, the same heavy and cold material being snapped on.

Hands wrapping around your waist, lifting you up, quickly grabbing onto the bottom of your thighs.

Walking towards your shared mirror, sitting down onto the bed. Then, sitting you on his lap, both of his hands resting on your thighs, giving them a light tap. “Look,”

Yawning, opening your eyes looking into the mirror. Seeing the sparkling diamonds wrapped around your neck. Glistening into the dim lights, an even prettier sapphire resting in the pendent. The necklace being gorgeous was an understatement, words couldn’t describe how pretty it is. Eyes trailing down towards your feet, an matching Diamond anklet, the words CR being in the matching blue sapphire. The part where you’d snap it on.

“Ronny it’s so pretty,” you looked in awe, your French tip nails dragging along the necklace. Already imagining the dresses that would fit perfectly with it. Cristiano looked into the mirror proudly, wrapping his arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder.

“Only the best for you babe.” Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, his lips carving into your skin leaving small kisses on your collarbone. Cristiano was always so sweet, ever since you’ve met him he’s been nothing but understanding and kind. A true gentlemen at heart.

“I wanna take pictures,” leaning to the side reaching out for your phone, immediately being yanked back in place. His hands gripping onto your waist, fingers digging into your flesh as his lips bit and sucked on your neck. Cristiano being the artist and you his canvas, biting back the moans that where gonna escape your swollen lips.

His rough patted fingers pinched onto your nipple harshly, “uhmph!” You let out a muffled moan from your closed lips, his hand trailed down, cupping your clothed cunt. Thumb rubbing soft circles, just enough stimulation. Your hips twitched onto his hand, trying to get a pinch of relief but his arm that was wrapped around your waist kept you still. Thumb pressing into your cunt through the materials, a train of whines escaping your lips just from the action.

Cristiano was far more experienced in how to please a woman, anything he did leaning you over the edge. Your past relationship was rough, the man you where with didn’t know how to please you not be a good boyfriend, it was rough, until you met him of course.

You caught his eye immediately, from your doll like eyes to your polite tone. You where a dog walker, one of the Dobermans let loose and then towards the man, bitting his jeans. You apologized as quick as you could, almost going on your knees for forgiveness because his high status could get you fired, and even worse, ruin your social life. But after the interaction you couldn’t leave his mind, going on the same exact pathway just to get your number, the rest of it was history.

The age gap wasn’t that large either, just 5 years. But the media of course over exaggerated it to make it seem like he was your father, but you didn’t mind; the support came larger than hate. Cristiano of course had to teach you a few things about the press, which was patience. And you where doing the exact same thing at the time.

The man had to get in the shower, not taking time for himself once he got home, instead going straight for you. Resting in-front of the mirror laying down onto the bed. Head dangling off the front of the bed snoring lightly, having an bed habit of going to sleep when told not to.

The shower stopped, his feet tapping against the floor, drying himself off expecting to see you patiently waiting by the bed with nothing but your lingerie on. But he just got half of that.

Bed sinking from his weight, yanking you by your hips so your head wasn’t dangling from the bed. You didn’t have on a bra, boobs pressed against the sheets, he grabbed the top of your silk shorts, sliding them down. Hands grabbing your thighs spreading your legs, raising your hips trying to get your limp body in doggy style. Pressing his hand onto the the middle of your back forcing an arch.

“Babe I know you’re tired but you gotta wake up, okay?” His tone was soft, leaning forward as his cock brushed against your cunt, letting out an hiss. Tapping your cheek trying to wake you up out of the slumber.

With a few more tries your eyes cracked open, glasses crooked. “Mi amor,” he called out, hands cupping your face shaking it lightly. You hummed loudly in response, looking at him through a mirror as he cracked a smile.

“There we go,” he hummed, eyes trailing down at the necklace that looked so pretty on your neck, his hands sliding up your neck, going through the necklace. His finger wrapping around the flesh perfectly. Hand pushing down onto your back more, your arch beginning the hurt from the way your back was in a perfect bend.

“Do you want me to prep you, princesa?” He asked, eyes looking down onto your tight cunt that hasn’t been stretched out in three weeks, slick dripping down. Looking back up at the mirror, you shook your head.

“You sure?”

“Positives Ronny , i can take it.” You looked at him through the mirror with those glossy doll eyes he fell in love with. Hands gripping onto your waist lining himself up, he knew once his tip was in you where gonna be whining about how it was to big. But hey, you said you didn’t need any prep.

You where so wet, almost drenching the sheets. His tip slowly went into you, his eyebrows furrowed from how tight you where. All his pent up emotions being released off his shoulder from the feeling of your cunt, how’d he go three weeks without this tight little thing?

“w-wait Ronny, stop, stop!” as expected your hands reached out onto his toned stomach, nails scratching his skin trying to get him from moving. He was so big, and not to mention he was as thick as a Pepsi can. Stretching you out so nice, but it hurt so bad. He stopped, hands going down to your arched back rubbing it up and down.

“To big princesa? It’s okay, I got you.” He comforted, trying to remain as calm as possible from thrusting so deep into you that you couldn’t breath. Throbbing inside you like an heartbeat, his veins brushing against your insides. Cristiano couldn’t deny that he didn’t secretly like seeing you whine about how big he is. It was an ego booster.

You two atleast where in that position without moving for a minute, every single second was getting worse and worse for the man. Your finger tapped against his chest, he sunk farther and farther into you, that familiar burn coming back into your stomach.

He was finally fully in, his cock pulsing back in forth inside of you. Your knuckles turning white from gripping onto the sheets, glasses somewhere on the floor. Vision blurry. His fingers tightened onto your neck, breaths becoming shallow. “Babe can I move?” He asked, being so gentle.

You nodded your head, biting onto your lip hard as he slowly lined himself out letting out a pop, slamming his hips back inside making your body jerk forward. Using your neck as a person tool to thrust into you harder. His thighs knocking into yours. Your head gave out, falling onto the sheets. His grip onto your neck tightened, almost cutting out your air circulation, yanking your chin up.

“Keep that head up, pretty,” his thumb sliding into your mouth, your body thrusting forward, legs burning from the constant slap of his thighs against yours. Tip brushing against your cervix. His ears where grantee which your broken sobs, moans bouncing back and forth against the walls.

Love making with Cristiano felt euphoric, mouth moving against your ear whispering nothing but sweet words and sayings. The lights dimmed, the tip of your nails leaving red drawings onto his stomach. “Feel- feel so good Ronny, thank y- uhmph! thank you so much.”

Words coming out strained from his tight hold on your neck, surely gonna leave a bruise. But you didn’t mind. The muscles in his arms was strained, Cristiano’s body obvious heavily sore from the games and practices he was put through, but he ignored the pain, sliding out of you with ease.

Flipping you onto your back, head being lifted up as his bulky arms wrapped around her shoulders putting your upper body in a hug. Legs being smushed against his arms as he put you in a mating press, getting in a angle that hit so well that your feet turned into crescents.

He huffed in your ear, anklet jingling wildly in the air. Your eyes squeezed shut, feeling that uncomfortable knot build up. “mmmmmm, Ronny, I’m about-“

“I know, i know, i feel it to.” He interrupted, groaning into your ear, his big arms about to choke you out from how tightly he was holding on. Thrust getting sloppy and his whines louder. Your nails making his back a sensitive red, and his hard grip leaving your neck bruised and hips.

“I’m about, Ronny, Ronny, m’ gonna cum,” you whined into his ear, sweat rubbing together in between your body’s. He nodded his head against your skin, feeling that knot in your stomach finally break, vision turning white. The sheets where coated with the sticky white liquid, Cristiano not coming far behind as he groaned.

The two of you laid in silence, body’s sweaty and the room smelt heavily of sex. His thumb trailed up and down the deep purple mark in the middle of your neck, you let a winch. “Sorry about that hunny,” he kissed onto the mark.

“It’s okay…” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes lightly letting out a yawn. Feeling that recognizable dizziness and brain fog. The only thing left to feel before slumber was fingers rubbing onto your hips lightly and Cristiano getting up saying something about washing you up.

#neymar #football #ronaldo x reader #jude bellingham #messi x reader #neymar x reader #richarlison #richarlison x reader #imagine #smut

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findingnemosworld · 8 months

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𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧 - 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨.

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬.

( 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ? 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐭. )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.

If there's one thing Y/N disliked with passion, it was interviews, any kind of interviews.

Being hailed as one of the top ballerinas was an honor, she never took it for granted and always strived to better herself with every show she performed in - the world loved her and she loved to give back through the art of performing, and it was because that, she had met the love of her life ... Cristiano Ronaldo, the Portuguese star of Real Madrid.

It's one thing to find love, yet it's an entirely other thing if it was the person you had an affinity for most of your life.

Y/N was a die hard fan of Los Blancos - however, she'd worked so hard to conceal that so as to not appear weird in front of others, all the while she made sure to attend every match, be it for la liga or the champions league.

It never occurred her that the man she adored so much admired her dancing yet according to him, he admired how hardworking she was and how it reminded him of himself, small dinner dates here and there lead to a beautiful relationship forming a year later.

Contrast to the misconception people had of him, Cristiano had been nothing but sweet and attentive for her, and while she too had recieved a substantial amount of hate with some claiming that she's using him for fame and wealth, it seemed to not affect him seeing as he had told her that he knew her, the real her.

Nearing their two year anniversary, Cristiano was invited to be on the cover of GQ magazine and had worked his way into it becoming a joint cover for the two of them, along with an interview which would help. set the record straight in regards to their relationship.

The questions were fairy typical and tame, how do they go about with their routines? why they chose their respective careers? and what do they hope to accomplish in the near future, Y/N was visibly nervous however Cristiano had tried his best to silently reassure her by grabbing her hand and squeezing it gently while he continued to answer questions, and as they neared halfway through their interview, the questions had shifted into another direction.

" Y/N, have you always known the magnitude of Cristiano's fame? and how well known he was as a football player? "

Y/N smiled, then nodded before giggling. " Well, no one is blind to how impactful he's been as a Real Madrid player and a player for his national team? to me, that's one of the many things I admire about him, he's passionate about football, the same way I'm passionate about ballet "

" Did he turn you into a football fan? "

Y/N's face grows warm, " I am actually a football fan way before I met him "

" Really! " Cristiano raised a brow.

" Listen, I've kept this hidden so as to not appear weird but I am obsessed with football, I mean I'm Spanish and I was raised in a football loving household, so it wasn't hard not to fall in love with the sport and what it stands for " Y/N giggles.

" How come you've never told me that? " Cristiano wonders.

" It never came up " Y/N shrugs.

A few more questions later, and another question pops up that definitely embarrassed her.

" Y/N, who's your celebrity crush? "

Y/N hides her face which made Cristiano chuckle, " It's ok, I won't be mad "

" That's the thing " Y/N laughs softly, " My celebrity crush is the man I'm in love with "

Cristiano laughs, " Is that so? "

" Yes, I'm a fan after all " Y/N shrugs with a grin.

Once the interview wrapped up, they return home to rest before stepping out for dinner and that's when Cristiano asked her, " You had a crush on me huh? " he wraps his arms around her from behind.

Y/N smiles, " A big crush, that's why it was hard for me to be outspoken around you "

" Well to be fair " Cristiano chuckles, " I had a big crush on you as well, and here we are "

" I love you " Y/N smiles.

" I love you too " Cristiano kisses her cheek.

#cristiano ronaldo #cristiano ronaldo imagine #cristiano ronaldo x reader #cristiano ronaldo fanfiction

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gabigabigabby · 11 months

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headcanons | portugal national team

seleção portuguesa x fem!reader

headcanons of other countries; brazil, england and argentina

a/n: of course i had to do it with my portuguese babies! i love this team so much 😭 enjoy! 🇵🇹

synopsis: headcanons of the portugal national team during the world cup 🏆

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cristiano ronaldo

cristiano has always been a dad figure to u

u feel that way bc u have met gio and their kids

alana is obsessed w u btw

u and gio are almost inseparable

especially during the world cup

at the world cup, u would always sit w gio and the kids

cris is honestly thankful that ur always there to help out

even if he doesn't admit it

cris would ask u for fun ab the positions portugal should use in upcoming tournaments

"when we face korea, what kind of starting position would be good?"

"idk, 4-3-3?"

"but we did that last game"

he always wants ur opinions on anything that can help better the team

and lucky for u (and cris), u know football enough to give ur opinions

cris loves u (seriously)

joão félix

u promised urself u wouldn't date a footballer

but at the same time, u wished joão wouldn't respect that

there is no doubt that u like joão

bc who doesn't

it's also not ur fault that joão is so charming and gorgeous

he would always ask u out for coffee

or for tacos

he's obsessed w them

he dedicated his goal against ghana to u

"when u score, can u do ur atléti bang bang bang thing?"

"no"

he did his atlético gun celebration anyway just for u

trust when i say the kid is obsessed w u

ruben dias

ruben is like a big brother to u

u never really understood a brother's love

that all changed when u met ruben

i like to imagine that it was ruben specifically that introduced u to joão

u met ruben earlier than the rest bc u are a huge man city fan

u were there at ruben's first game for man city

ruben loves getting on a yacht and suntanning

and u do too

so everytime ruben got the chance to rent a yacht

u were the first person he invited

ruben always makes sure u feel comfortable around the city and portugal guys

especially if any of them try to come onto u (which rarely ever happens bc they're all absolute sweethearts)

bernardo silva

u dont want to say bernardo is like a father figure to u

but that's literally how he is around u

bernardo feels very protective of u

whenever nobody offers u anything

enter, bernardo silva

"hey, u want water or anything?"

"u okay? need anything?"

before the second half of the game starts

bernardo would approach the box and ask if ur feeling comfortable

"how are u finding the game? are u comfortable? i can ask the gaffer to let u sit at the benches if u want"

#portugal #portugal national team #cristiano ronaldo #joao felix #ruben dias #bernardo silva #football #football x reader #football x y/n #football x you #fifa world cup

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bontenten · 1 year

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good girl

Pairing: Itoshi Sae x f!reader WC: 2k Tags/Warning: eating disorders, throw-up, yandere, manipulation, body-shaming, degradation, humiliation, drugs, pregnancy mention, eating disorders

a/n: read the tags, not my problem otherwise. :looksaway: anyways, fun fact, football/soccer is so insanely popular on instagram. ronaldo is the most followed account with 579M (the only individual to pass 500M, the other is the ig account), closely followed by messi with 457M. 2 football clubs and 2 other football athletes-ish are also on the top 50 list. i was genuinely amazed?

Happiness is sharing that meal with the man you love the most, global football star, Itoshi Sae. After so many years of hard work, Sae is finally the star mid-fielder for FC Barcha. He has so many commercial gigs, sponsorships, and invitations to special events and dinners. With Sae, you have tasted things beyond your wildest dreams. You cannot imagine a better version of your life than the one right now, next to him.

It's glamor and perfection for a little while. One day, the news headline flashes "Itoshi Rin: Star Striker of Bastard München". That day, you see a new, unfamiliar expression on Sae's face. You don't have a word for it, but you can describe it as a peculiar mix of pride and disgust. But he's the only one you'll ever look at. The best in the world, to you forever. You think it's enough.

Rin's debut in the global football scene is hailed as the birth of a genius and superstar. The same talk shows, magazines, and brands suddenly flock over to the younger Itoshi. And for the first time, since Sae has joined FC Barcha, the team walks away from the World Cup, defeated. The journalists sensationalized the entire match. The most circulated photo is none other than Rin mid-air about to send the final point into the goal.

A week later, Itoshi Sae is no longer the most followed individual on Instagram. He's overtaken by Itoshi Rin, with over 600 million followers in a feat that has only been achieved by the platform's own page. Sae never seemed to care about details like that, since he rarely ever posts to his page. It's usually managed by a special team instead. But you find Sae looking at Rin's page, focused on a photo of Rin and a gorgeous woman pressed tightly to him, a popular gravure idol now better known as Rin's girlfriend. You will never forget the scrutinizing look he gives you that evening.

The comments about your body and eating habits started crawling in. You don't realize it at first, thinking that of course, Sae would know more about gastronomy than you. He's been to so many more places than you and seen so many things. He's always careful with his food too, as an athlete.

You kiss him back, eagerly guiding his hand toward the waistline of your panties. Sae rests his hands on your hip and stops.

"You've put on weight," he comments bluntly.

You're a bit confused and still a bit excited.

"M-Maybe. I'm getting my period soon, so I might be a bit bloated," you stammered. Seeing Sae's uninterested expression, you cross your arms to hide your body. "I'll run sometime this week, all good."

Sae ignores your suggestion and leans back against the headboard. "Did you take the tablets I got for you?"

You think back to the large capsules in the jar that you're supposed to take twice a day. "Oh, I forgot. I'll just take it tomorrow," you tell him, not wanting to travel all the way downstairs so late at night.

Sae groans and gets up. A moment later he returns with a glass of water. "Here, I went to get it for you. You have to take it on time every day."

He offers you three pills in his palm and you take one, except he gestures for you to take more.

You look at him cautiously. "I think...I'm only supposed to take one."

A loud sigh escapes him. "But you keep forgetting, so just in case. It's fine. You won't overdose. They're like vitamins."

"Okay." You swallow pill after pill after pill.

Sae smiles and presses a kiss on your forehead. "Good girl, let's go to bed now."

A month after taking those pills, you notice your tastebuds drastically changing. Everything you eat tastes like ashes. For most meals, you try to swallow a few bites, but they go down like sandpaper. And then everything is heaved out not too long afterward.

Sae is with you each time, giving you encouragement and comforting you. He gives you water to rinse out your mouth. He tells you that you feel better now that extra waste is cleared. It's funny that the first time you threw up, you thought you were pregnant. And had the same thought the second time your period was late.

Your period isn't late. It's just gone.

Your wardrobe also transforms. Sae brings back so many gifts often, filling your closet with designer outfits. You recognize a couple of the brands. You've seen the photoshoots of Rin and his girlfriend. He asks you if you want to try them on. You should have realized that Sae doesn't spend his time playing dress-up with you.

"Do they have another size, Sae?" you ask nervously, trying to suck in your core as tight as possible.

You see him wrap his arms around you in the mirror, face resting in the crook of your neck. He shakes his head. "I can't take back something I bought already. Do you still like the styles?"

You give him a weak smile and concede. "Yea, they're pretty."

"Good. You look good in them," Sae whispers low in your ears. "Just have to lose a bit more. One day you'll fit them just perfectly."

Sae tells you how important it is to have a goal in mind and always focus on the big picture. And that he'll help you. Always.

More weeks pass by. You can't sleep at night anymore. Your feet are just always so cold, nothing you wear or do can warm it up at all. And you're so hungry, your sense of smell is so heightened that the air is palpable. The faintest trace of something has your mouth watering. After checking that the man next to you is sleeping soundly, you carefully tip-toe down the hall, avoiding the floorboard spots that will creak. It's a laborious feat when you also have a sprained ankle.

In the darkness of 3 A.M., you find heaven and bliss. You grab at the frozen foods but pause at the thought of turning on the stove or oven. Sae will wake up. You spot a single ice cream popsicle left in the box. It's from the last time Rin visited. Expired, but it'll do. Sae won't pay attention to it. It won't hurt. You rip off the packaging savoringly the sweetness and cold tingles that seem to bring life back into your body. For the first time, something doesn't taste like chalk. Stay quiet, Sae will wake up.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Your eyes flick toward the direction of the voice where a dark figure is leaning against the wall. Sae is up. Each step adds to the lump in your throat. The ghostly fridge light illuminates part of him gradually until the displeasure that's written across his face is revealed. Tears began to prickle in your eyes and stream down.

"S-Sae, I'm—I'm so hungry," you sobbed, curling into a ball. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Shhh," Sae coos, using his thumb to swipe your tear away. You're still apologizing between each breath when he wipes the edges of your mouth that are smeared with ice cream. "I know, baby, I know. I know it's hard."

Sae never raises his voice at you. He's always so gentle and extra affectionate in moments of your vulnerability. He reaches for the ice cream pop you're gripping in your hand and takes it from your grasp. He licks the melting trail and finishes the treat in a couple of bites. You don't dare to look at the wooden stick that is the reminder of your late-night exploit. You wish you ate a bit faster.

Sae crouches to your level and waves the little stick in front of your face. "You're not a child. Snooping around late at night for things you know you're not supposed to eat? It's bad for you. Sweets have to be earned."

"Yes, I know," you whisper, ashamed, eyes fixated on the square tiled floors.You hear fabric rustling and soon bright light shines in your eyes. You see the latest picture of Rin and his girlfriend at the beach.

"It's tough love, but take a good look at her." Sae scrolls through a couple of their latest photos. "Look how skinny and sexy she is. See that collarbone? You can drink out of that. Now look at you."

His comments shatter you and you begin to sob. He stands up and continues, "If I wanted just any slutty bitch, I would have ten in my arms right now."

You know he is right. Women fawn over him whenever the two of you go out. At events or just on the streets. Even without his reputation as a football icon, Sae is a gorgeous man.

You don't have anything left after meeting Sae. Your family and friends are left behind. Your schooling and your job are all set aside. If he doesn't want you anymore, what are you even worth? You panic. "I know Sae. I'm sorry, I'll do better. I swear."

You really mean it, truly. You feel terrible.

Sae’s voice softens. "You know why I still choose you out of all of the girls?"

You shake your head.

"Look at me."

You don't move.

"Look at me, baby."

He lifts your chin and your eyes fix on him. His teal eyes seem to glow.

"Because you're a good girl," he says firmly. So assured like it's the most obvious truth in the world. "You're a good girl, yes?"

You nod shakily.

"You have to look good, so I also look good, understand? Say something."

You nod again, biting back the tears that are trying to spill. But you manage to choke out a quiet 'yes'.

"When I'm good, we're," he gestures at the space between the two of you, "good. So, don't ruin this for us."

He hands you the popsicle stick. "If you make a mistake, you have to fix it. Then you have to learn from it. It's the same thing as football. I know it's hard, but I also know you can do it. Prove me right."

You crawl up to your feet and prepare to make your way to the bathroom. Except Sae stops you. "Do it here. You made your mistake here."

You take a deep breath and open your mouth. You take two fingers and try to reach the back of your throat. It's the first time you try to induce your gag reflex by yourself. Usually, you just throw up on time or Sae helps. You look towards Sae. He motions at the popsicle stick. So, you try again. This time, the birchwood presses on your tongue.

"That's it," he encourages, "keep going."

You feel the lurch. It comes in dry, just a wave of nausea. You stick the stick a bit deeper in your throat. This time the reaction is a bit more visceral. A few violent gurgles later, acidic cream spills out and splatters onto the floor. You hurl a few more times, just pure bile and some unidentifiable remnants of something. Tears blur your vision and the inside of your nostrils burn.

"Now clean it up and think about what you did wrong."

You scramble up and limp over to kitchen towels to wipe up your mess.

"I...shouldn't have snuck out at night to...eat ice cream," you confess out loud. "I shouldn't have...eaten..."

"Good job," Sae compliments you, taking the soiled towels from you to throw away and handing you a glass of water and a capsule. "Now you'll never forget. Lessons are only useful if you'll get something out of them. I can see the change in you already."

This is the warm Sae that you love. His smile brings so much joy to you, especially when he is smiling because of you. You sip on the water, expertly swallowing the pill, and nod eagerly. "I'll lose more, Sae. I'll look pretty for you."

Sae smiles and pokes your cheeks. "That's my girl. It's for your own good too, you'll look very pretty when you can fit in the dresses I buy for you."

You bury the thoughts about the sharp pain in your chest and dull ache in your ankles. All that matter is Sae and his love for you. You can lose everything and anything but that.

#yandere blue lock #yandere sae #yandere blue lock x reader #yandere sae x reader #tw drugs #tw eating disorders #emi.freshtea #🍵.sae #tw yandere

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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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Would you please write an imagine were ronaldo is super clingy and it’s just pure fluff? Thank you!! 🫶

𝐈𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 | 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Cristiano Ronaldo x Female Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Cristiano are relaxing in each other's arms and he lavishes you with attention.

Word Count : 474

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Due to finals, I have not been able to write as much as I usually do and I'm currently catching up on current requests because I'm a little behind. If you would like to send a request, do so now as after this weekend, request will be temporarily unavailable. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You and your boyfriend Cristiano are having a movie night together. You are snuggled up on the couch, and he has his arm wrapped around you tightly. As the movie starts, he leans his head on your shoulder and lets out a contented sigh.

"Mmmm, I love being close to you like this," Cristiano murmurs. Cristiano's futbol career does not always allow him to be by your side as much as he would like. But, thankfully, he was able to take a day off and all he wanted to do was spend time with you.

You smile and run your fingers through his hair. "I love it too, babe. You're so warm and cozy."

Cristiano lets out a small laugh and nuzzles even closer to you. "I'm glad you think so. I just can't help myself. I need to be close to you all the time." Despite the fact that sports media portrays him as a gruff, strict character, he is truly compassionate behind closed doors. And you can't help but love how he exclusively acts this way towards you.

You can feel his breath on your neck, and it sends shivers down your spine. "You're so clingy, but I find it adorable," you tease.

Cristiano pouts playfully. "Hey, I'm not clingy. I just love you so much that I want to be near you all the time."

"I know, and I love that about you," you reply, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead.

Cristiano grins and snuggles in even closer. "Good, because I'm not going anywhere."

You both settle back into the movie, but Cristiano's hand starts to wander across your lap. "Hey, none of that," you say, trying to stifle a laugh.

Cristiano chuckles and pulls his hand back. "Sorry, sorry. I'll behave." His smile never leaves his face as he leans back a bit to look at you, his eyes sparkling. "You know…. Y/N.. You're the best. The most amazing, beautiful, wonderful person I've ever met."

You feel a warm flush spread across your cheeks, and you can't help but grin. "Thank you, baby. You aren't so bad yourself," you wink down at him in a playful manner.

Cristiano chuckles, “I mean it. I feel so lucky to be with you. You make everything better."

You lean in to kiss him, feeling your heart swell with affection. "You make everything better too, you know. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Cristiano's eyes soften, and he pulls you in for another long, slow kiss. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm never going to leave you."

You snuggle in even closer, feeling his warmth and love surrounding you. As the movie plays on, you both continue to steal kisses and whisper sweet nothings to each other, lost in your own little world of affection and adoration.

#football fanfic #football imagine #female reader #soccer x reader #soccer imagine #Cristiano Ronaldo fanfic #Cristiano Ronaldo fanfiction #Cristiano Ronaldo x reader #cristiano ronaldo x reader #Cristiano Ronaldo x y/n #Cristiano Ronaldo imagines #Cristiano Ronaldo imagine #Cristiano Ronaldo blurb #Ronaldo x reader #ronaldo imagine #Ronaldo x y/n #fluff #Ronaldo fluff #footballer x reader

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liverpool-enjoyer · 1 year

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footballers finding out about fanfics

requested by anon!! thank you so much for requesting ily <3

leo: hes intrigued, so he clicks on one. if its one where hes portrayed accurately, he'll keep reading n get super invested. but if hes outta character he'll nope outta there n never look back.

ney: dude gets INVESTED invested. he'll legit read any fic that hes in. reacts out loud n says shit like "I WOULD NEVER SAY THAT." may or may not cry over the fluffy neymessi fics.

mbappe: is scarred by what hes seen. mbappe fic writers can not control themselves. seeing what people write about him on tumblr is literally the biggest regret of his life.

erling: kevin does NOT want him to be exposed to the debauchery people write about him so he does everything in his power to keep erling off tumblr. but he can only do so much. when erling does read what people write about him, he screams into a pillow.

sergio: NOT A FAN. who are these random ass people to assume what he does in his free time??? oh and he ESPECIALLY hates the angsty ones cause hes always like "i would never do that to luka >:(("

gavi: hes in the locker room looking at his phone and hes like "?? someone online wrote a story about me??" n then EVERY SINGLE ONE of his teammates is crowding him n trying to pry his phone outta his hands like "NOPE NOPE YOU DONT NEED TO SEE THAT"

robbo: trent dares him to read fanfic about himself and he does it cause he aint no wimp. liverpool fanfic is always super wholesome so him n trent are like "aw 🥹" n they end up reading until the wee hours of the night.

christian: finds out that pretty much all his teammates have fanfics written about them, and anonymously sends the fics to said teammates for no other reason than being an agent of chaos.

muller: cant separate fiction from reality. will literally be angry at lewy for some shit he did in a FANFICTION.

ronaldo: reads ronaldo x reader fics. RELIGIOUSLY. and literally imagines himself in the place of y/n.

#writing this at one am but posting later cause everyones asleep rn #speaking a which im gonna write some fanfiction now #leo messi #neymar #neymessi #kylian mbappe #erling haaland #sergio ramos #modramos #gavi #andy robertson #liverpool fc #lfc #liverpool #christian pulisic #thomas muller #mullendowski

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Your Eyes Outshine The Town...Chapter 18

Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader

18+ ONLY

Summary: Bucky thinks things with his family are too good to be true.

Warnings: Bucky's anxiety, panic attack. Mentions of pre-war Bucky.

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Finally, Bucky was led into the house. He scanned the room of even more familiar, yet unfamiliar faces and his eyes landed on a large portrait of his parents above the fireplace. They looked just as they did the last time Bucky had seen them. His dad was in uniform, always so stoic. Bucky knew if he’d been able to, his dad would have gone to war with him all those years ago. At least Bucky had made him proud. The night before he was shipped off to war, he had come home drunk and depressed. He had tried to forget, had gotten him and Steve dates, but Steve had left him. He spent his last night with two strangers, worried about his best friend. His dad found him crying silently on the couch. His father never said anything, just held him until he fell asleep. Bucky woke up the next morning embarrassed, avoiding his father’s eye. He wasn’t a coward. He would fight for his country, for what was right. But what if he didn’t come back…? There was so much that he still needed to do, that he needed to experience. He was lost in his thoughts, staring at the eggs his mom had made him when his dad’s hand clamped down on his shoulder. Bucky saw nothing but love in his brown eyes. His father never brought up the previous night. He simply told him he was proud and that he loved him.

Bucky’s eyes moved to his mother’s face in the portrait. Her blonde hair was pinned perfectly in place and her cheeks were rosy. She looked happy but enervated. The day Bucky left, his mother didn’t cry, but Bucky knew that was for his benefit. He didn’t think he’d have been strong enough to leave if she’d have asked him to stay. When he was at war, scared and tired and cold, he thought of her. He wondered if she knew he had cried out for her when he laid in the cold snow, fighting death. Not for Steve, not for God, he just wanted his mother.

“This was done shortly after you left.”

Bucky turned and saw his sister. After all these years, she still looked the same to him. Her hair was gray, but her eyes were still a sparkling blue and her smile hadn’t changed a bit. A wave of emotion almost crushed him and he had to remind himself she was 93 years old and he couldn’t crush her in a hug like he wanted. With as much self-control as he could muster, he closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms gently around her.

He squeezed his eyes shut; he knew he was shaking but he couldn’t make it stop.

“It’s okay, don’t get all emotional,” Betty whispered to him. “We have to eat first.”

Bucky laughed and pulled back. “Thanks… I…” He genuinely didn’t know what to say. ‘I missed you’ didn’t cover half of it.

“Come on, there’s time for talking later. Dinner is ready.” Betty grabbed his hand and led him toward the dining room.

The large dining table was full of every Christmas food Bucky could imagine. They had ham, turkey, duck, and goose. Tons of vegetables and other side dishes, and Deena had reminded everyone to save room for dessert.

“This must have taken you weeks,” you said to Deena. Bucky was glad you both seemed to get along well. Just as he had suspected, everyone seemed to be infatuated with you.

Deena waved her hand as if to say it was no big deal. “I didn’t really do anything but supervise. Our chef, Ronaldo, is amazing. I’ll have to give you his card.”

You laughed shortly before returning your attention to the plate in front of you. Bucky smiled and rubbed your thigh under the table. The two of you had been separated almost as soon as you had arrived and now that everyone was immersed in their own conversations, he just needed a moment to feel you. You shot him a glance when his hand moved a little higher under your skirt, but he just shrugged his shoulders and kept eating, trying to ignore the swirl of anxiety that had been pestering him since the coffee shop. The longer he was away from you, the larger it grew.

He should be happy, over the moon, but he was scared. Scared that this was all a dream or an elaborate ruse. They were too perfect. Everything about this was too perfect. How many times had he dreamed of this before he forced himself to stop hoping? He didn’t believe in God anymore, but if there was one, Bucky couldn’t help but think he would never allow him to have this much happiness.

After Deena had poured you a glass of vodka punch, you had relaxed. Bucky’s family was lovely. Of course they were. No one had been anything but welcoming since the second you got out of the car. Even with a few microaggressions here or there, you felt safe and overwhelmingly happy for Bucky.

So you were a bit confused as to why he was squeezing the fuck out of your thigh under the table. You had lost track of the conversation, too busy focusing on Bucky’s body language. He was shutting down. His eyes barely left the plate in front of him but he wasn’t eating anymore. You glanced around the room, no one seemed to notice. They were all tipsy and laughing.

You rubbed Bucky’s hand and waited for him to look at you, but he just squeezed you tighter.

“You good?” You whispered as you scooted a little closer to him.

Bucky nodded curtly and slowly released the grip he had on your thigh.

“Buck—”

“Fine,” Bucky cut you off with a strained smile.

You backed off, giving his hand one more squeeze under the table.

You tuned back into the conversation; glad no one was paying you or Bucky any mind. You thought listening to them reminisce about past Christmases would be good for Bucky. He had missed so much and now had the chance to relive it all with people who loved him. But, suddenly, Bucky jumped up from the table, his chair scratching loudly against the floor.

Everyone went silent, staring at him, and you could see the panic in his eyes.

“It’s okay.” You jumped up from your seat and grabbed Bucky’s hand. “We’ll be right back.”

You led Bucky out of the room and kept walking until you were far enough away that no one would hear.

“Are you okay?” You asked tentatively, trying to get Bucky to look at you.

He took a deep breath and shook his head with the exhale.

“It’s too hot,” Bucky sounded like he was choking.

You quickly pulled his sweater over his head and pushed him toward a bench further down the hall.

“Water?” you asked, fanning him as much as you could with your cloth napkin.

“No, don’t leave.” Bucky put his head between his legs and took several deep breaths.

You were quiet as you rubbed his back soothingly. Had you been so caught up in your own anxiety that you had totally missed his?

Bucky sat up again and looked a little less pale. “Can we walk a bit?”

“Of course, baby. What’s going on?”

Bucky stood up and took you with him. “I just—I got so anxious. It wouldn’t go away.”

You walked down a large hallway. Several family portraits decorated the walls. Each one of Bucky’s sisters was immortalized in large gilded frames. They were breathtaking, and you lost focus for a moment, staring up at them. But Bucky was pulling you down the hall as if he wanted to be anywhere but here.

“They were talking about all those family memories and I just–all I could think about is where I was when they were moving on without me. They were eating fucking goose, and I was having poison injected in my veins; assassinating people and getting the shit beat out of me if I even thought about resisting. I was out there and they had no idea.”

You rubbed his arm, not knowing what else to do. “It’s not fair to you or to them. But you’re here now and they’re so excited.”

Bucky nodded, stopping to pull you into a hug. “I was alone for so long.”

You hugged him tighter. “You’re never gonna be alone again, Buck. Never.”

“God, I love you.” Bucky’s hands moved down your waist until they settled on your ass. He left them there, just holding you gently.

“Feeling better?” You tried to move, but he held you in place.

“Almost,” Bucky muttered against your hair.

“You’re not seriously about to try to get in my pants in the hallway, are you?”

Bucky chuckled and you breathed a sigh of relief; he must be feeling better.

“No, your ass is like my comfort pillow. It helps me feel grounded.”

You snorted. “You’re serious?”

“I could also use a boob, but this was easier.”

“Ok, you’re clearly better. Let’s go finish dinner.”

Bucky groaned and gave you one last squeeze. “Fine, but,” Bucky leaned down so his breath was hot on your ear, “you have to let me eat you later to destress.”

You squeezed your thighs together and quickly nodded. “Deal.”

With his hand securely in yours, you led Bucky back to the boisterous dining room. Someone had refilled both of your plates with heaping amounts of food and your glasses with dark wine. You smiled to yourself as you watched Bucky dig in. The more he ate and laughed, the more relaxed he appeared. You could imagine him back in the 40s, carefree and full of so much life, so much optimism. For the first time since you met him, you truly believed Bucky had the opportunity to have all of that and more.

After dinner, Deena and Connor herded everyone into the parlor for dessert. Laura played the piano and everyone sang along to various carols. Bucky finally felt relaxed. He kept close to Betty’s side, still so shocked that she was really there. You mingled, but never too far. He didn’t think he could have done this without you.

He could feel Betty’s eyes on him as he looked around the room. The Christmas tree was massive. It had to be at least 12 feet tall. It was covered in white and gold ornaments, sparkly garland, and soft white lights. A fat gold star sat at the top, and Bucky wondered how they even got it up there.

“Do you remember our last Christmas together?”

Betty nodded with a slight smile. “I got you socks… didn’t want your feet to get cold when you were in the war.”

Bucky smiled. “I’m pretty sure you took them out of my drawer and wrapped them up, though.”

“I didn’t have any money. What did you expect?”

They laughed quietly until Betty’s eyes turned sad. “Was that the last Christmas you celebrated?”

“Well,” Bucky cleared his throat and rubbed his palms on his jeans. “We celebrated as much as we could during the war. But it wasn’t the same. After that… I didn’t really have a reason to celebrate anything.”

They both went quiet then until you sauntered over with a plate of apple pie. You stood at Bucky’s side, almost shyly. He grabbed your waist and pulled you down into his lap.

“I brought you some pie,” you murmured.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Bucky kissed your cheek.

“He always was a bit of a ladies’ man,” Betty said. “Every week, a new girl on his arm.”

“Not true!” Bucky shook his head.

You laughed, leaning against his chest. “Oh, I can imagine. With this face, and that uniform…”

Bucky could feel himself blushing and, thankfully, Betty changed the subject, asking you about how the two of you had met. He wondered if it was hard for you to lie; it didn’t seem like it. Your made-up story about meeting him at a bar, spending the night flirting and playing pool, made him wish it was true. Not that anything was wrong with how he had met you (on a top secret mission you both worked with Sam), but your story sounded so–normal. If your lives were more normal, if he was more normal, would you have said yes to the baby?

Deena grabbed Betty’s attention and pulled her away to the other side of the room to watch the children open gifts. Bucky felt you relax against him.

“That was a nice story.”

You huffed a laugh, “not as interesting as how we really met, but I don’t want to scare her off. Make her think I’m no good for you.”

“She likes you. They all do.” Bucky opened his mouth as you fed him a piece of pie.

“I like them too.”

Bucky felt the blood rush out of his head as you kept feeding him pie. His thoughts were quickly getting inappropriate, and he willed himself not to get hard sitting here in front of his whole family. The worst part was that you weren't even aware of the effect you were having on him. He remembered raunchy talks with the commando’s, several of the men insisting that marriage was a death sentence and would ruin the sex. They didn’t know what they were talking about, clearly. Because the more Bucky thought about marrying you, about having a life with you forever, the harder it was for him to keep his cock under control.

“No more.” Bucky forced himself to refuse the next bite and lifted you off his lap. Later, he reminded himself.

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