#Ronaldo x reader

[luvneymar]

# 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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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

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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.

[multifandomfanfic]

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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hiiii!!! my name is liz🫶🫶 im a mexican american writer who lives in the good ol’ state of texas (👴🏻👴🏻) a instrument player and history lover alongside a passion of film and such😭 im a teenager (rlly dont wanna disclose my age here for personal reasons) and im js here to write and not much else😭 dont need to get TOOOO personal on here

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PRINCESS TREATMENT

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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.

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Over

Cristiano Ronaldo (past) x reader x OC Liam Wahler (1.3k)

“Hiii! Could you do something where ronaldo is your ex and you broke up because he cheated but saw you with another man at a party and he got really jealous?? Idk a lot of angst” @emrisens

Quick disclaimer: English is not my first language so please keep that in mind when judging!

You knew dating such a rising star in the football world would cause trouble, but you never knew it would get this far.

Growing up with Cristiano made you his best friend, and eventually, the relationship blossomed into love. Everything was going great, well as much as a relationship could considering he was always away for games whether it was international or club. You tried your best to be supportive and be there for him as much as you could, but, your own work schedule kept you from being there all of the time. This proved to be much more of a challenge for Cristiano than it was for you.

“How could you?” you screamed at him. Finding out you got cheated on wasn't the best news exactly but you had to find out from a teammate, not even him. “If it wasn't for Marcelo I never would've known! You would have kept on lying to me and possibly do it again!”

“I told you it was a mistake. I missed you and I got drunk and I know that's not an excuse but what was I supposed to do” Cristiano yelled back.

“I don't know. Honestly, I can’t believe you would resort to that no matter what the circumstances were!.”

“I'm telling you it was a one-time thing and it will never happen again. I love you and I missed you, trust me I will never do something like that again” he said while slowly walking your way. You truly loved him with all of your heart and you thought he did too, but you were wrong. Turning around away from his piercing gaze, you go up to your shared room and start packing your things.

He follows you and tries to stop you and convince you to stay but you've already made up your mind. Closing your suitcase, you go downstairs while he follows you, desperately begging you to stay and work things out with him. Turning around one last time to look at the home you've created together with the man you swore you were gonna marry you tell him sadly, “I loved you with everything I had in me and it hurts to know you couldn't do the same. I hope you have a great life because no matter how much I want to hate you I know that I never will. Goodbye Cristiano.” with that you closed the door behind you missing his teary eyes and the realization on his face that he truly lost the best thing in his life due to a silly and immature mistake.

*Two Years Later*

Breaking up with Cristiano was the best thing to happen to you, excluding the depression and heartbreak that followed. You never had to worry about missing a game or almost getting fired because you wanted to support your boyfriend or, even the money wasted sending him gifts you knew he could easily purchase himself. It was a relief all things considered. You had decided to move to London, a fresh new start guaranteed to help you forget about him. However, no matter how much you tried to forget him, you never could. He was not only your boyfriend and the love of your life, but he was also your best friend and no one could ever fill that hole. Since you were new in town, you decided to go to a local concert close to your your apartment which is where you met Liam.

Liam was a kind and sweet man who helped you maneuver your way around London after your initial meeting at the concert. Over time, his patient personality wormed his way into your heart and made you forget all about Cristiano. You knew he had feelings for you, his actions and feelings weren’t subtle, and you felt yourself falling for him too. The only problem was: you weren't ready. As much as you wanted to be with Liam, the only relationship you ever had was with Cristiano and you weren't sure you were ready to let go. You had moved on, realizing all of the issues your relationship had after the it ended, but it still had its good parts. And you realized that maybe it you weren’t ready to let go.

You had confronted Liam and told him all these things and he understood, he had also had a long and meaningful relationship before he met you so he knew where you were coming from. He suggested a night out in a local bar so that you two could spend some time together wrapped up in each other, and alcohol.

Once you two got there the atmosphere immediately became comfortable with you and Liam just talking like old friends over some scotch and wings. Everything was going fine until Cristiano showed up with his Real Madrid teammates. Turning around to go to the bathroom you made eye contact with him and in a flash, you ran to the bathroom quickly to avoid any sort of contact.

Too afraid to come out, you stayed in there until you were sure he had sat down with his teammates and you were free to go back to Liam without a scary confrontation sure to make you cry.

After a couple of minutes, you had finally gathered the courage to leave the bathroom and go back to Liam. Sneakily, you maneuvered your way back to Liam without catching Cristiano's eye.

“Hey, are you okay? I saw him here.” Liam asked you. Of course he would notice him, he's the most famous person in the world right now.

“Yeah yeah I'm fine I just… I really hope he doesn't try and talk to me” you reply confidently, trying to reassure him that you are not going to go back to him.

On the other end of the bar cristiano was staring at you with another man laughing. He was not happy, and almost got up and talked to you if his teammates hadn’t stopped him

“Cristiano, you’ve hurt her enough. Don’t go up to her and ruin her life again.” Marcelo said.

“Yeah, we all get that it hurts to see her move on, but that’s almost exactly what you did to her, so you have no right to go on and ruin that.” said Sergio.

“I know that I hurt her and ruined her life, but I’ve changed now and she doesn’t need to be with a weak man like him.” Cristiano retaliated. He truly believed you deserved better than Liam, you deserved to be with him. The months he spent without you were horrible for him and made him realize just how awful he treated you and all of the things you did for him, out of the kindness of your heart and pure love. He wasn’t lying to the guys, he truly had changed, and if he ever had a chance to prove that to you then he would get on his knees and beg for your forgiveness.

Unfortunately, you had already left the bar not wanting to deal with unnecessary drama that would not only ruin your evening, but his as well. After he noticed you had already left the bar, his mood seemingly dampened everybody elses mood and caused them to end the night early.

Back home you were relieved that nothing had gone down and that you could continue your peaceful night with Liam without the anxiety of your ex-lover disrutping you two. On the other side of town in the hotel the team was staying at, Cristiano was crying his heart out because he finally came to terms that he would never get back the only person in his life who truly understood him, and the thought of that made him break down in tears all alone.

Thank you so much for requesting! I tried to get this as done as possible so excuse any mistakes that might be there. This was the first request received and Im so glad that you came across my post. Feel free to request for any of the characters on my pinned post! Requests open until January 2nd, hope you enjoyed!

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girlies… where are the football player’s fanfics?? c’mon this is the World Cup ✋😩 plz feed me some

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Being Lionel Messi and Antonela Roccuzzo's Daughter Would Include... ^

A-List Actress x Messi Insta AU

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Daughter’s 18th Birthday Insta AU

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obsessed!Neymar x ex!reader Insta AU

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Mbappe x Messi!actress!reader Insta AU

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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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Stages - Cristiano Ronaldo

Cristiano Ronaldo x model!reader

Summary: Stages of your relationship with football player Cristiano Ronaldo. From the moment you met until your first child.

Getting To Know Him

In 2006, at a fashion event where renowned model Y/N looked stunning on the catwalk, Cristiano Ronaldo, the football star, was fascinated by the model's beauty and magnetic presence. After the parade, Cristiano, determined, approached her to meet her.

– "Hello, I'm Cristiano Ronaldo. I loved your fashion show. You looked stunning." – He praises her.

Y/N smiles, impressed by the player's bold gesture.

– "Thank you, Cristiano. My name is Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you."

– "Your presence on stage is mesmerizing. I would love to know more about you. Will you have dinner with me?" – Cristiano invited her.

- "Glad to."

The Dating - 2006-2007

Over the course of the year, Cristiano and Y/N began a serious relationship. Everyone could see how much the two were in love with each other. The relationship blossoms and, in 2007, Cristiano decides to make a significant statement.

Cristiano decides to create an unforgettable moment to ask Y/N to marry him. Plan a special night out at a beachfront restaurant, where the moon reflects off the crystal clear waters. – "Y/N, since we met, my life has turned into a dream. Today, I want to turn that dream into an eternal reality." – Cristiano began analyzing Y/N’s expression, changing from calm to curious and excited.

– “Cristiano, what are you doing?” – Y/N asked

Cristiano gets down on one knee, revealing a dazzling ring.

– "Y/N, you are everything to me. Will you be my wife, share your dreams with me, grow together, build a life full of love with me?"

Y/N can barely contain her tears of happiness.

– "Cristiano, yes! Of course yes." – Y/N responds through tears.

The restaurant explodes in applause as they embrace emotionally, marking the beginning of a new phase together.

Wedding - 2008

Cristiano and Y/N opted for the tradition of a church wedding, a ceremony that evoked a timeless charm. The church, with its colorful stained glass windows, was the perfect setting to seal their commitment.

Y/N walks down the church aisle, stunning in her wedding dress. The dress is a princess model, with a voluminous skirt and subtle shine. The fitted bodice enhances the elegance of the design, while the skirt flows gracefully with each step.

The long lace veil adds a touch of tradition, creating a fairytale aura. In her hands, Y/N holds a bouquet of fresh flowers, matching the soft colors of her dress.

Cristiano waits for her at the altar, his eyes shining as he sees her approach.

– "You look incredibly beautiful, darling." – Cristiano praises her, as soon as their hands touch.

After the “yes” pronounced with conviction, Cristiano and Y/N leave the church as husband and wife, receiving warm applause from friends and family.

The party takes place in a nearby room, where the tables are covered with white tablecloths and delicate floral arrangements. The dance floor is the center of attention, with twinkling lights lighting the way for the bride and groom's long-awaited dance moment.

Cristiano leads Y/N on the track. – "You look so beautiful, my love."

– "You're making me blush, Cris." – You looked away.

They dance slowly, lost in each other's gaze. Y/N's dress glows delicately under the lights, reflecting the couple's radiant happiness.

The party continues with laughter, lively music and exciting moments. The wedding, simple and elegant, is an authentic celebration of Cristiano and Y/N's love.

The News - November 2009

One peaceful morning, Y/N wakes up feeling a little different. A subtle sensation, but one that does not go unnoticed. She decides to talk to Cristiano.

– “Cristiano, I’ve been feeling a little strange lately, I’m feeling a little sick.” – Y/N said as she entered the room where Cristiano was.

Cristiano, attentive to Y/N's concerns, responds: – "Maybe it's something you ate last night. Let's take care of it, darling."

However, the days pass and the symptoms persist. Worried, Cristiano suggests a visit to the doctor. At the doctor's office, Y/N expresses her concerns and the doctor decides to run some tests.

– "Y/N, let's do some tests to understand what could be causing these symptoms." - The doctor said.

After some tests, Y/N and Cristiano anxiously await the results.

– "Well, here are the results... Y/N, congratulations. You're pregnant."

The office is filled with momentary silence as the news arrives.

Y/N, with tears in her eyes, looks at Cristiano, whose face lights up with a smile.

– "Pregnant? Cristiano, we're having a baby!" – Y/N smiles.

Cristiano stands up and pulls Y/N with him. She hugs her, while whispering in her ear:

– "I'm happy, love. This is amazing! We're about to be parents."

The doctor congratulates and gives guidance, and the couple leaves the office hugging each other, beginning to absorb the news.

– "We're going to be parents. I'm surprised, but happy." – Cristiano murmured.

– "Me too, Cris. This is the beginning of a new journey for us."

The Birth - July 2010

On a summer afternoon in Madrid, Cristiano and Y/N are in the living room of their house, anxious, knowing that their son would soon be here.

Y/N, who had already been having contractions since waking up, felt another one, deciding to get up to drink water.

– “Honey, is everything okay?” – Cristiano asked, a little worried, helping her to get up.

– "Yes, I'm just going to drink a glass of water." – As Y/N headed to the kitchen, something happened.

– "Cristiano, stay calm, okay? I think my water broke." – Cristiano, trying to remain calm, approaches quickly.

– "It's okay, my love. Let's go to the hospital. Stay calm, okay?"

– "I'm calm, love. Calm down. Help me go up to our room and get the bags." – Y/N said, while patting him on the shoulder.

Cristiano helped his wife climb the stairs and go to their shared bedroom, helping her change her clothes.

Cristiano was nervous and anxious, Y/N could see right through him. He went to the baby's room and took his and his wife's suitcase.

They get ready and head to the hospital, where the medical team promptly receives them.

In the delivery room, Cristiano remains next to Y/N, holding her hand affectionately.

– "You look amazing, love. We're about to meet our son." – Cristiano murmurs, kissing your forehead.

Y/N, between deep breaths, smiles at him. - "I look forward to meeting you."

The medical team guides Y/N, while Cristiano remains by her side, offering words of encouragement.

– "I'm here to support you at all times. You are strong, love."

The newborn's cries fill the room, and Cristiano and Y/N exchange an emotional look as they hold little Cristiano Ronaldo Jr.

- "He's so handsome." - Y/N murmurs, looking at the baby in her arms. – “I carried it for nine months and it looks like you.”

Y/N joked, earning a soft laugh from her husband. Cristiano takes his eyes off his son for the first time and looks up, finding his wife with a tired expression on her face, but he doesn't take his eyes off his son.

– "Thank you for everything, Y/N. He's perfect. I love you."

Y/N, exhausted, smiles as Cristiano gently caresses her face.

- "I love you."

It's been a month since Cristiano Ronaldo Jr.'s birth and the family's Madrid home is filled with baby babble. Júnior's grandmother, Dolores, is on her way to meet her grandson for the first time.

Dolores arrives at the family home in Madrid, eager to meet her grandson for the first time. The relationship between Dolores and Y/N dates back to 2006, when Cristiano introduced them, creating a special bond since then.

Cristiano welcomes his mother with open arms. – "Mom, I miss you! Come, you have to meet him."

Y/N, smiling, approaches and greets Dolores. – "Nice to see you again. I missed you."

– “From the moment Cristiano introduced us, I knew you were special.” – Dolores says kissing her daughter-in-law's cheek.

The three enter the room, where Cristiano Ronaldo Jr. is comfortably in his Moses-style bed, awake, curious about the visitor.

Dolores, moved, reaches out to take her grandson.

– "Hello, little Jr. You are the most precious jewel in this family."

Cristiano, looking at Y/N, expresses his gratitude. – "Mom, he's amazing, isn't he?"

– "Yes, Cristiano. And Y/N, I want to thank you. Since 2006, when Cristiano brought you into our lives, I always knew that you would be an essential part of this family."

Y/N, with tears in her eyes, replies: – "Dolores, it's a privilege to be part of this family, really. Cristiano and Jr., they brought more joy to my life."

– "You're not just part of this family, Y/N, you're like a daughter to me. Thank you for making my son happier and for giving us this incredible gift."

Y/N hugs Dolores from the side. – “Your words mean a lot to me. I am grateful for all your generosity and love.”

Cristiano approaches Y/N, placing a kiss on the top of her head as he watches his son in his mother's arms.

⎊𝙘𝙧𝙨𝙨𝙫𝙟𝙗 - ²⁰²⁴

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𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 - 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛��: 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.

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

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....

[wavypotatochips]

Can you please write like a Cristiano Ronaldo Dos Santos Aveiro fanfic or oneshot? Its really hard to find one😭 and youre a really good writer based off your sergio ramos oneshots.

𝙈𝙮 𝙏𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙧 | 𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙤 𝙍𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙙𝙤

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Cristiano Ronaldo x Female Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Cristiano surprises you and lavishes you with affection.

Word Count : 1k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Of course I can! and thank you so much for the compliment KISS KISS MWAAAH. And as always, 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 woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing on the nightstand. You rubbed your eyes and picked it up, smiling when you saw that the message was from Cristiano.

"Good morning beautiful, I hope you slept well. I have a surprise for you today. Be ready by 10 am. Love you."

Your heart fluttered at the message. You had been dating  Cristiano, one of the most famous futbol players in the world, for a few months now and every day felt like a dream. You got out of bed, feeling excited for what the day would bring.

Cristiano knocks on the door around 10 a.m., and when you respond, he hands you a bouquet of flowers in a vase. "Cristiano, you have the house key," you chuckle, smiling gleefully at him. Cristiano's mornings are normally filled with strenuous gym workouts, which is why he wasn't there when you woke up. You sniff the roses momentarily before laying them on the counter near the door. Cristiano is dressed casually in pants and a t-shirt. He smiled at you as he extended his hand to you.

“Of course but it's more romantical when I do it like this, eh?,” he responds, causing you to roll your eyes playfully as you take his hand.

"Ready for your surprise?" he asks, his eyes sparkling.

"Of course! What is it?" you ask, unable to contain your excitement. 

Cristiano leads you to his car and opens the door for you, a gentleman as always. You got in and he drove off, the wind blowing through your hair as you enjoyed the warm weather.

After about half an hour of driving, Cristiano pulls into a beautiful park. He gets out of the car and opens your door, taking your hand and leading you to a picnic blanket that he had set up on the grass.

"I thought we could have a picnic today," he said, gesturing to the basket of food he had brought. “I know I have been working hard with training sessions and such, but I just want to remind you how precious you are… and you know, how much you mean to me.”

With a wide grin on your face, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for his thoughtfulness. He had gone out of his way to bring your favorite snacks and drinks, and it was moments like these that made you realize how amazing he was. It was ironic how social media had painted him in such a negative light - as someone who was rude and ignorant - when in reality, he was just one big teddy bear.

You spent the morning lounging on the blanket, enjoying the delicious food and talking about everything and anything. Cristiano told you about his childhood, his dreams, and his hopes for the future. You listened intently, feeling grateful for the chance to get to know him on a deeper level.

After lunch, Cristiano surprised you with another activity. He had rented a boat and took you out on the water, the sun shining down on you as you floated along.

As you leaned back against Cristiano , feeling the warmth of his body against yours, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment. You had never felt so cared for and loved by anyone.

As the sun began to set, Cristiano took you to a fancy restaurant for dinner. He had made reservations at a table with a beautiful view of the city skyline. You ate amazing food and drank expensive wine, feeling like royalty.

As the night went on, Cristiano kept surprising you with little gestures of love. He held your hand under the table, whispered sweet nothings in your ear, and even serenaded you with a song.

As you walked back to the car, hand in hand, you felt like the luckiest person in the world. Cristiano  had spoiled you for the day, but what really made you feel special was the love and care he had shown you throughout the entire day.

"Thank you for today," you said, looking up at Cristiano  with gratitude in your eyes.

"Anything for you, my love," he replied, leaning down to kiss you softly.

You melted into his arms, feeling like you were on top of the world. This was what true love felt like, and you were grateful to have found it with Cristiano .

As the car pulled up to the house you two share, Cristiano  helped you out and walked with you hand-in-hand to the door. You turned to face him, feeling a little sad that your perfect day had come to an end.

"I don't want this day to end," you said, pouting slightly.

"I know, me neither. But don't worry, there will be many more days like this," he said, cupping your face in his hands and gazing into your eyes.

He leaned in to kiss you again, his lips soft and gentle against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his warmth and strength enveloping you.

After a few moments, he pulled away and took your hand, leading you inside. He wrapped his arms around you from behind as you walked to the couch. Once near the couch the both of you kick off your shoes and instantly cuddle against one-another. Cristiano  grabs the blanket that is on the couch and throws it over you both. He instantly holds you as close as he can as you snuggle up against him.

"I love you so much," he whispered, his voice full of emotion.

"I love you too," you replied, feeling your heart swell with affection.

"You bring out the best in me. Do you know how much you mean to me?" he questions, nuzzling his face into your hair.

"I do. I love you so much and i'll always be here for you my love" you said, smiling up at him.

He looked you in the eyes with such love that your heart skipped a beat. He leaned in for a delicate kiss, his lips soft against yours. In that one simple gesture, you felt all the love in the world, and you kissed him back with equal tenderness. As you drew away, he stroked your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin. You gazed up at him, your heart pounding, and he flashed you a bright smile that lighted up his face. You two felt more in love than ever before as you enjoyed the warmth of each other's company.

[hornyramostan]

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".