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how to deal with a pregnant woman? |Hakim ZIYECH
Summary : Situations when Hakim knew exactly how to deal with his pregnant wife
Words count: 870 (the longest)
Being seven months pregnant, your hormones took the best of you. You literally cried river or when you couldn’t pick up the remote lying on the floor because of your bump. But all through this, your husband always helped you. Hakim always made sure that you felt loved and he never even let you lift a finger.
"Donut needs a friend!"
You were chilling in the living room, and a cover was shielding your body from the cold weather, Donut, your cat was lying just beside the extremities of your legs. Wiggling his tail from time to time, he annoyed Hakim who was lying on the couch, too busy playing 'Call of Duty' on his phone. While all your attention was on the television, one of your favorite movies was playing 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory'. The number of times you've watched it is uncountable yet it never failed to make you enjoy it. The familiar smell of the diner that Hakim took charge of cooking was making you so eager to put it in your mouth. All of these circumstances were more than enough to make you comfy, happy which you were! But looking at Donut who was trying to sleep, he looked "tired, gloomy, and downhearted" only from your point of view. You realized that your dear cat was feeling lonely and there's nothing you could do about it and what made it worse was you realizing that he's gonna die. This brought tears to your eyes as you were now crying silently. Your loud sobbing grabbed your husband's attention and as soon as he acknowledged you were crying he approached you at the speed of light.
" Hey babe what's wrong?" He divulged, the worry was clear on his face as he cupped your face, his warm thumbs wiping the tears gently.
" Donut's gonna die!" He quickly switched his gaze to the cat who was grooming his paws indifferently.
"What do you mean? He seems very fine to me!"
" No, you don't understand" you sniffled " He's gonna die one day!"
" Babe, the average age of cats is 14 years. Donut's still young, he's gotta a good 12 years ahead to live!" He tried to comfort you with his deep warm voice.
" Exactly! He doesn't even know how short his life is." You murmured, hiccuped breaths were interrupting your speech occasionally.
The whole situation seemed funny for Hakim yet he didn't laugh because he knew it would hurt. He just wrapped his arms around your shoulders while you put your head on his chest, your breaths matching the steady pace of his heartbeat until you progressively calmed down.
" Get me another cat!" You interrupted the silent moment you've just had.
" You want another cat?" You nodded. "But I think Donut is enough for us!"
" He needs a companion, I can feel it from her eyes! "Your last remark made a smile beam through his face as he raised his eyebrows as if he was making sure he heard you just right and you nodded to assure it.
" I just imagined him being alone this whole time. Babe, what if he feels left out because the baby is born and then he feels like he's not the baby anymore?" Hakim was just listening to his pregnant wife, he got used to these breakouts by now and he knew exactly how to deal with them.
"Don't worry munchkin, We'll get Donut a friend !"
Cranvings and relief
Hakim was watching as you were stirring the soup. You craved some Moroccan Harira and since he was not the best cook you chose to do it yourself, and he insisted on helping you.
He's been enjoying watching you waddling around with your huge baby bump and pouty lips. On days when it's too much for you to handle, he'd stop enjoying it. He admits that he'll miss the pregnant you but what to do?
"Stop staring like that and mix this! Put those arms in use." You were pointing at the bowl that had some flour and water. It was necessary to make the soup more viscous.
"I mean what can I do? You're adorable pregnant!" He teased you, already started to mix the ingredients, and poured them into the harira.
"This !" You pointed to your bump as you continued." It is your fault! You seduced me into this!" You earned a loud laugh from him as he resumed stirring the ready soup.
"Well, I did it after your acceptance!" He spoke knowingly, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
You couldn't bear the backache anymore as you leaned on the counter searching for relief. And that's when Hakim knew exactly how to deal with this situation.
" Babe, stand straight for me." He demanded gently as you felt his presence behind. You applied, furrowing your eyebrows. His hands sneaked under your bump as he crossed his fingers tightly, lifting your bump. The relief you felt was undescribable, you never felt this light in months.
"Babe, this feels so good. I can't imagine I survived all this period without these hacks."
" I know I know, don't be surprised when you gotta a talented man like me! Now go sit I'ill serve dinner." You nodded as you turned to peck him quickly.
i know i already wrote a hakim fanfic with a pregnancy trope but what can i do he's the fittest to my imagines
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Hiii could you do a one shot on hakim Ziyech where he is married to the reader who is of Moroccan origin and he is a son Nahil who is 1 year old he looks a lot like Hakim but in a smaller version and his daddy's son he is constantly in the Hakim's arm which makes Hakim laugh because his wife sulks every time because when Nahil sees his father he stretches his arms towards him and when Hakim has to go to training he cries he sees his dad leave and the reader and lanpenfa't 1h to calm him down with these tears plsss 💕
My Little Clone
Pairing: Hakim Ziyech x female!reader
Warning: non just pure fluff
Words: 2106
Writer Note: sorry i've been silent for couple of months cause i've been busy with my editing, school and a lot more, but i'm back now, if you made a request before, please send it to me again. Thank you, enjoy this one. Thank you anon <3
P/s: not edited, grammar mistake and typo ahead!
Hakim Ziyech is a successful professional soccer player, playing for one of the top teams in Europe. He's known for his fast dribbling and accurate shooting, and is often called "The Magician" due to his ability to dribble past several defenders before scoring a goal. In addition to his talent on the field, Hakim is also known for being a devoted husband and father.
His wife Y/n and their 1-year-old son Nahil, is always proud to watch him play. His wife supports him from the stands and completely different comparing to their son, Nahil will be cheering on his dad, and waving to him when he saw him on the field and Hakim will smile and waving at his son or give him a flying kiss, their one-year-old son going to be the one who truly steals the show. Despite being so young, He already has a strong bond with his father. When Hakim is at home, he is always holding Nahil in his arms, making him laugh and giggle with his playful antics
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Hakim looked over at Y/n as she sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. He knew she was pretending to sulk, but he could not help but laughing at her wife cuteness.
"You okay, Y/n?" he asked, settling down beside her. "I'm fine," she reply to her husband while she doing a crossed hand on her chest, her eyes still glued to the screen.
Nahil, who was sitting on Hakim's lap, stretched out his arms towards his father. "Dada! Dada!" he squealed; his little voice filled with excitement. Hakim chuckled and lifted Nahil up, kissing his cheek.
"Hey buddy, what's up?" he asked, making silly faces at his son. Y/n rolled her eyes but could not help but smile at the sight. She knew she had no right to be jealous of her husband and son's bond, but she could not help it. As much as she tried to pretend otherwise, she loved seeing them together.
Nahil started bouncing in his father's arms, his laughter filling the room. In that moment, Y/n felt a surge of happiness wash over her. She was lucky to have such a wonderful family, even if it did make her feel a little like a third wheel at times. Hakim noticed Y/n's expression and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
"You're never a third wheel, honey. You are the most important member of this family," he said sincerely. Y/n smiled, feeling a warm glow settle in her chest.
She knew deep down that Hakim was right, but hearing it from him still meant the world. As Nahil snuggled into his father's chest, Y/n leaned her head on Hakim's shoulder. She knew she couldn't ask for a better life than this - a husband who loved her unconditionally, a son who idolized him, and a home filled with love and laughter. She was the luckiest girl in the world.
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The trio spent the night relaxing on the couch, Nahil giggling and kicking his legs as he snuggled in Hakim's arms. Y/n couldn't help but watch them with a smile, her heart swelling with love for her happy family. She knew she was lucky to be a part of it
Hakim was the first to speak, breaking the comfortable silence. "You know, Y/n, sometimes I feel like the luckiest man in the world," he said, his eyes fixed on their son's sweet face. "I know," she replied, placing a hand on his leg. "You always say that when Nahil gets particularly adorable." Hakim chuckled.
"I can't help it. He's just so perfect, you know? And I'm so grateful to have both of you in my life." Y/n smiled, feeling a lump form in her throat. She knew what he was saying was true, but it still meant so much to hear it from him.
As Hakim, Y/n, and Nahil settled in for the night, the room was filled with the sound of laughter and happy chatter. They spent the evening playing with Nahil, taking turns chasing him around the living room and tickling him until he was giggling so hard and he couldn't breathe, the origin Moroccan woman couldn’t help but feel a tug at her heartstrings every time her son ran into his father's arms.
She could tell that Hakim loved him fiercely, and it made her feel grateful to have such a loving and devoted husband and father for her son. Even with the laughter and the play, there was something deeper that connected the trio. They were a unit, a family that loved each other unconditionally.
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By the time Hakim left for training, Nahil's protests grew louder and more desperate, until he was outright sobbing in Y/n's arms.
“I want Dada!”
“Nahil your dada needs to go to work you know, so that he can buy you a lot of toys”
Despite her best efforts, she cannot really seem to soothe him, and the sound of his cries echoed in her ears long.
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As the day drew to a close, Y/n settled in for what she hoped would be a peaceful evening with her husband and son. She breathed a sigh of relief as she heard Hakim's key in the door, Y/n settled down on the couch with Nahil sleeping soundly in her lap. Hakim settled down next to her, taking her hand in his, and she smiled at him cheerfully.
“Assalamualaikum” he greets her wife
“waalaikummusalam” his wife replies to his greet.
"I missed you today," Y/n said, her voice filled with warmth.
Hakim leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I missed you too, Y/n," he said softly
“He cried earlier when you left the house” Y/n tell her husband
“I know, I’ve heard him, he’s quite loud, can’t even know how you handle him, you’re a pro!” Hakim compliments his wife and they both laugh softy due to not wanting their son to wake up but Nahil seemed to know his father's presence.
Their son stirred on Y/n's lap, his brown eyes that cloning his dad, open slowly. As soon as he saw her dad already home, he quickly gets up from her mother lap and jump into his father arms and hug him.
“Hello buddy, you sleep well?” Hakim asks his son and he can feel that his son reply with a single nod on his shoulder
“Good, mama said that you cried when I left earlier, why?”
“I don’t want dada to leave, I want to play with dada”
Y/n looked at her husband and son, she felt her heart swell with love and gratitude. She knew that life wasn't always easy, but with them by her side, she felt ready to face whatever came their way.
“Nahil, dada need to go to work”
“why” their son asks Hakim and Hakim looking at his wife, y/n shrug.
“Well, boy, so that we can go out and eat some delicious food, buy you a new toy and a lot more, don’t you want that?” Hakim explains
Nahel nods
“After this, no more crying, okay?” hakim told his son
“okay!” He sequels.
Hakim kiss him on the cheek softly.
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Today, a match between Chelsea Vs Spurs, Hakim prepared for the match, he could feel the pressure weighing heavily on him. He knew that the eyes of millions of fans were on him, and he couldn't afford to make any mistakes. As he stepped onto the field, he could feel the energy from the crowd, but he didn't let it distract him. He was focused, and he was determined to win the match for his team.
When the match progressed, Hakim became more and more impressive.
His dribbles were fast and precise, and his shots were accurate.
The crowd was on the edge of their seats, and his teammates were cheering him on.
But it was when he scored a goal in the dying minutes of the match that the crowd became truly electric.
Hakim ran to the corner flag and jumped up and down searching for his little family. The noise from the crowd was deafening, but he could still hear the sound of Nahil, who was cheering loudly for his dad. Hakim pointing at his son that is in Y/n’s arms, to sign that the goal was dedicated to him and his wife.
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After the match, Hakim doing the post-match interview, He was asked all sorts of questions: about the match, about the goal.
Journalist: Congratulations on a brilliant performance today, Hakim! Can you walk us through your goal?
Hakim: Thank you, it was great to be able to contribute to the team's victory. The goal was a result of good teamwork and timing. My teammate passed me the ball, and I was able to take advantage of the open space to make a run and get into a scoring position. It was a great feeling to see the ball cross the line and the crowd celebration.
Journalist: And overall, how do you feel about your team's performance today?
Hakim: I think we played well and followed our manager's game plan. We were able to control possession and play in the opponent's half. We also created plenty of chances and were clinical with our finishing. Overall, it was a solid team performance and a good result.
Journalist: And finally, who do you dedicate your goals to today, Hakim?
Hakim: Well, first and foremost, I have to dedicate these goals to my family, including my wife and son who is on the stand tonight, and who is always support and motivate me. They're my biggest fans, so I want to give them a special shout-out and I'm grateful for their support.
Journalist: Congrats again on a great performance today, Hakim. Thank you for your time. We'll let you go so you can celebrate with your family and your team
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Hakim made his way into the locker room, his blood pumping with adrenaline and excitement after the big win. As he entered, his teammates greeted him with high-fives and congratulations, and he smiled back at them, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment.
But the moment he had really been looking forward to was the moment he would get to hug his son and see his wife's smiling face. He could hardly wait to share the excitement of the win with them.
As he walked out of the locker room, he saw them waiting for him—his son running towards him with a huge smile on his face, and his wife standing there with her arms open wide. Hakim scooped his son up into his arms, feeling his little body wiggle and laugh as he swung him around in a circle. His wife came over and embraced him, giving him a kiss on the cheek, and he felt a rush of joy and love wash over him.
He held his son close, feeling the little heartbeat against his chest, and felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love for his family. They were the ones who made him feel strong and supported, and he knew that he could face anything with them by his side.
"Dada, you're so amazing!" Nahil exclaims after one particularly spectacular goal.
Hakim cannot help but smile. "Thanks, mini-me, did you see the goal?" he ask
"yes!yes!" Hakim smile and ruffling Nahil's hair.
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"You know, Y/n," Hakim began, breaking the comfortable silence, "I know that sometimes I'm not around as much as I'd like to be. And I know that it's not always easy for you to take care of our son when I'm gone, but I just want you to know that I appreciate everything you do."
Y/n smiled and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. "I know, Hakim. And I appreciate you too. You work so hard to provide for our family, and I am proud of you and I’m sure Nahil too. I love you both so much, and I wouldn't trade our life together for anything in this world."
Hakim pulled her closer, and they sat there in comfortable silence, listening to the soft sounds of their sleeping son. It was moments like these that reminded them just how lucky they were to have one another, and they knew that they would always have each other's backs, through thick and thin.
It was a moment he would always cherish, filled with happiness and love, and he felt grateful for everything in his life. He was blessed to have a family that loved and supported him, and he was determined to do all he could to make them proud.
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Sickness & Health (Hakim Ziyech x reader)
Request: Hi! Please can yiu write something about hakim ziyech taking care of his sick wife( period) or the inverse you pick 😘 also i missed your writing
warnings: none
Hakim wakes up with a smile on his face almost immediately. The curtains allow beams of golden sunlight to peek into your shared bedroom. You were going to have to wake up for work soon but today was one of his scarce rest days. So for once, he was waking up with you instead of ridiculously early hours of the morning. His arm rests around your waist and his chest against your back. It was a peaceful moment that he wouldn’t trade for the world.
And it only got better when you turned around and he got to see your cute little face all scrunched up. He could feel his heart ready to burst out of his chest when you shuffled closer to snuggle into him. His arms immediately go around you to pull you even closer, flush against his warm skin. It would have made the moment perfect but you felt unusually warm against him and slightly sticky. He pays attention to your breathing and it sounds almost laboured.
Not long after, he hears you groan and sniff and you pull your head back to cough. However, once you start, you spiral and can’t stop yourself from nearly coughing your lungs out.
“Oh, angel…” He says softly, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead and once again pulling you to lay on top of him, gently playing with your hair as you calmed down from the cough attack.
“It’s just some sniffles, I’ll grab the pain meds and get to work…” you mumble, almost incoherent, as you shift to get off the bed. But Hakim wasn’t having it. He pulls you back in before you can get very far and you’re in no state to fight it so you relent, relaxing back into the covers.
“Absolutely not, I’ll call and let them know that you’re sick and I’LL grab what you need. I’m sentencing you to bed rest for the foreseeable future!” you groan and whine but he’s having none of it. Before he’s out of your bedroom door, you manage to get a few words out.
“Hakiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim…” you whine, shifting around and preparing yourself to get up.
“Don’t you ‘Hakim’ me, you’re not going to have to lift a finger and you’re gonna like it!” and with that he’s off and you concede, sinking back into the sheets.
He’s back soon enough with the thermometer, a cup of warm tea and the tablets. You can’t help but smile at the worried look on his face. You weren’t used to people taking care of you like this or being so attentive but Hakim would be Hakim. Always making you his first priority, your comfort and happiness are always at the top of his list.
“I could get used to this…” taking your first sip of the tea and sighing out at the way it soothed your burning throat. He smiles softly, placing his hand on your back, sneaking under your sleep shirt to smooth circles on the heated skin.
“It’s the least you deserve, sweets.” he whispers,edging his face towards you but you place a hand over his mouth before he can try anything.
“I’m gonna get you sick!” you whine and he huffs with a roll of his eyes.
“I’ll take my chances.” he tries again but once again, you push him away.
“Hakim…” you warn, tired eyes narrowed and he finally relents. Opting to sit at the edge of the bed as you finished the tea. He can see that you’re struggling to hold your head up and keep your eyes open so he’s quick to gather you in his arms and lay you down, tucking you tightly under the covers and you snuggle into the softness.
“Coooooooold…” you whine and he can’t help but laugh a little. He loved being able to baby you for once. You were always so headstrong, stubborn, so fiercely independent and it was one of the many reasons he admired you but he loved being able to be the one to care for you. Coddle you and cater to your every plea.
“Should I make more tea?” he offers and he can’t really see it with you bundled up in the blankets but you’re shaking your head. Slowly but surely, you manage to find the edge of the blanket, opening it up as if to offer him a spot under the covers with you.
He gladly takes up on it, finding his way under the soft blankets with you and pulling you to his chest again. You hum in relief.
“Mmmmm you’re like a walking space heater!” you mumble and you can’t seem to get close enough to him. He accepts your clinginess, placing a hand at the back of your head to gently scratch at your scalp. It doesn’t take you long to fall asleep after that, perfectly content in his arms and surrounded by his warmth. It was exactly what you needed in your state.
He was still worried, however. He had to be doing more. Without trying to disturb the sleep you very much needed, he reaches over to grab his phone. He knew exactly who to call.
“Mama?” he whispers, a smile making its way onto his face when he hears the comforting voice on the other side of the line.
“You know that soup you used to make?”
“That’s a top secret recipe, hbibi, you know that!” he can envision her shaking her head at his request.
“I know, I know! But I can’t just leave your daughter-in-law in this kind of state, can I?” and with that, the secrets are finally revealed. You were his mum’s soft spot. She saw you as an absolute blessing in their lives and Hakim often joked that she loved you more than himself. She would do anything for you like you were her own.
“Have you given her the tea?”
“Of course!”
“How many sugar cubes? I know what you’re like.” he rolls his eyes at her remark, blushing slightly in embarrassment at the memory of the video. He indeed had an insatiable sweet tooth but the Atay?! That was clearly a step too far for everyone. He was teased relentlessly when everyone got hold of zouma’s video. There had to have been at least 5 cubes casually dropped into the tea.
“The normal amount, don’t you worry!”
“Hmm, the last thing the poor angel needs is a cavity!” she laughs and his blush deepens.
“Okay, mama I’ll call later! I love you, bye!” he hangs up, not needing to be berated anymore for his sugar addiction.
It seems that his mum wasn’t done with him though because he receives a text shortly after he hangs up the phone. And of course, he had to be reminded about the olive oil. And alongside the reminder is a photo of a little recipe card and a warning to keep the secret within the family. He may have been the only one of his siblings to know but that was about as far as it was going to travel.
Thankfully, you’re so deep in your sleep that he’s able to worm his way out of your grasp and out of your bed, not forgetting to tuck you back in and pressing a kiss to your forehead before heading down to the kitchen to prepare the soup. It was going to take a while but he supposed that you would be sleeping for a while anyway.
And it definitely does take up most of the morning. He eventually has to get his mum on facetime for some more direct guidance, as direct as he could get, because there was no way he was going to get this wrong. He was going to cure you of whatever was making you feel so horrible.
He’s thrilled when he tastes it and he’s taken back to when he was a kid. Taking a couple days off school and getting the house to himself while the rest of his siblings were in school. Watching cartoons and enjoying his soup. Very few things beat that for him. It was pretty common for him and all of his siblings to try and feign sickness to enjoy it but their mother was much smarter than that, much to their dismay.
Hakim is almost tempted to finish the batch himself and reward himself for his success but he manages to stop himself and remember the task at hand.
By the time he’s up the stairs and back in your bedroom, soup and even more tea and some water all ready for you, the first thing he sees is your adorable grumpy face. At least he wasn’t going to have to wake you up.
“Hakim, it’s freezing!” you complain, somehow completely unaware of the sauna you were in.
“I’m sorry angel but I come bearing gifts!” he gestures to the tray but you’re having none of it. You felt exhausted and cold and the last thing on your mind was food. So you did the sensible, mature thing and fell back into the sheets, turning away so you weren’t facing him.
It may not have been the best reaction to you in your state but he had to laugh a little bit. You huff a little louder in disapproval and he manages to pull himself together before he really upset you.
“Angel, c’mon! You need to eat something if you want to feel better!” he urges but you’re still crumpy with him. Firstly for leaving you to freeze alone under your sheets and secondly for laughing at you.
“Not hungry.”
“Pleaaaaaaaasssse, I promise I won’t leave you alone again?” he attempts to bargain and he hears nothing. So he waits, time slowing down as he worries he’s actually upset you.
“Fine but only because I am a little bit hungry.” you mutter, taking your time to lift yourself to sit up. He happily takes his place next to you, grabbing the spoon but you push at his hand, eyebrows furrowed.
“I can feed myself!” but that clearly wasn’t stopping him.
“I promised that you weren’t going to have to lift a finger, I meant it literally and figuratively!” he jokes and that's what finally gets a laugh out of you. Although you have to stop yourself because it was somehow hurting muscles you didn’t know you had.
Upon the first taste, you’re pleasantly surprised by the dish. It’s delicate on your tongue, all the flavours in perfect harmony and the warmth of the spice soothing on your throat. It was good, really good.
“Your mum is a genius, you know?’ you smirk, avoiding his eyes as you wait for him to realise.
“Hey! How do you know that it wasn’t my own recipe? You could be living with the next Gordon Ramsay for all you know!” You snort at the idea of that. Hakim wasn’t the worst chef in the world by any means, he could get by just fine. But you knew that near-heavenly soul food like this must have been the work of someone entirely different.
Now it's his turn to sulk so once you’re done with the delicious meal, he leaves the tray on the bedside table, promptly crossing his arms and huffing. Much like you but it was so much funnier on a big, tough guy like him.
“Oh I’m sorry, love! It must have taken you forever and it was amazing! Next Gordon Ramsay?” you nudge him and his face twitches as he tries to hold back a smile.
“Are you really going to deny me your cuddles in my state?” you pout and he finally looks at you.
“I guess we both owe each other.” he rolls his eyes, pulling you into his warm hold. You smile, sighing out in pure relief when he pulls the blankets over your slightly shivering body, making sure that not a single square inch of your body was even remotely cold.
“I know exactly how you can repay me, you know…” you remove your face from his neck, waiting for his part of the deal.
“I’ve read that kisses are the cure to all and nothing would make me happier than to cure you! And it would only take me a second!” you deflate a little, rolling your eyes and hiding back under his chin as you shake your head as vigorously as you could manage.
“Your payback to me is to make yourself sick?” you scoff.
“It’s just an annoying little side-effect. I’m sure I can cope, as your big strong man hmm?” he tickles your side slightly so another laugh arises from you.
“You’re crazy.”
“You love it so you must be crazier.” Before you can talk back, he softly presses his lips against yours. You allow for the second that he assured but when you try to pull yourself off, he only follows, prolonging it. The hand now cradling the back of your head was indication enough that he wasn’t planning on stopping.
When he finally does release you to breathe, he’s met with your signature scowl and his eyes widen a little.
“ ‘it would only take me a second’ “ you mock.
“Hey I thought I’d up the dose to ensure its effectiveness!”
“Hakim, you’re going to get sick now!” you whine, pouting. Although hakim’s presence made things significantly better for you, you still felt terrible: achy and sore everywhere, you couldn’t breathe through your nose, your throat all itchy and you felt so weak in general. Horrible. The last thing you wanted was for him to be feeling that way too.
“I’ll be fine! Athlete genes are built different anyway.” he reassures but you’re not buying it at all. And you would argue but you were overcome with exhaustion and all of a sudden, sleep was just sounding too good to pass up.
Hakim is surprised by your silence and he worries but only for a moment. He feels your slow breathing against his neck, still slightly laboured but sounding a little better than the morning so he considers his time slaving away in the kitchen an ultimate success.
He decides not the disturb you although he could imagine how cute you looked with your face squished under his chin and against his neck. He also decides against leaving the bed again because the idea of snuggling up with you sounded like a beautiful one. He couldn’t think of a better way to spend the rest of the day. And soon enough, he falls into a peaceful slumber too although his grip around your body doesn’t loosen at all.
The next few days go very much the same. Much to your dismay, he does call off his training so that he can take care of you but it was nothing to him. You were far more important than anything in his eyes. He keeps to his word, waiting on you hand and foot; ready and waiting to fulfil every request of yours and somehow without getting sick of it. Any opportunity to spoil you, he took with open arms. His hard work and love doesn’t go to waste as you’re back to your usual self in no time.
Around 4 days after you first got ill, you wake up and you dread opening your eyes. You contemplated whether the splitting headache was even worth it. It was an inevitability that you despised. But you were feeling a little restless and it had been a while since you felt energetic enough to even get out of bed. When you do eventually open your eyes, first the left and then the right, you’re pleasantly surprised when you don’t feel your head spinning. The next test is breathing in, you didn't like having to constantly remind yourself to breathe through your mouth rather than your nose. And you didn’t like further irritating your sore throat by taking in the crisp air. You’re delighted when you realise that the stuffy nose has gone away too.
For the first time in what feels like forever, you’re feeling great. Like a whole new girl. But your attempt to rush out of bed to celebrate comes to a halt when you feel the arm draped across your waist constrict around you and pull you closer. Next you hear a loud groan followed by some coughs. You tried to warn him but alas.
“I feel horrible, angel! What on earth is wrong with me?” he wonders out loud.
“I’ll give you 3 guesses…” you shake your head, kissing his forehead before untangling yourself for him. You supposed it was your turn to dote on him for the next few days.
“Would your mum be okay with sharing that recipe with her dearest daughter-in-law?” you whisper and he chuckles a little, although a painful cough stops him in his tracks.
“You know the answer to that, my love.”
honestly still feeling a little bummed from that anon but y'know, we move on. thank you guys for being so supportive and kind abt it, i love you all very much and i hope u enjoy <3
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Secrets Out (Hakim Ziyech x reader)
Requested, I hope you enjoy it! <33
p.s be on the lookout for more fics soon today 👀
“y/n/n , have you seen my warm-up jacket? I can’t find it” Hakim said while rustling through his bags.
‘Oh you mean this one?” you said teasingly. Hakim turned around to see you wearing his jacket. Giving you a smile, he walked towards you, putting his arms around you.
“You know, it looks better on you” he said, looking at you adoringly. Smirking up at him, “yeah?”
Leaning closer to your lips, “yeah” he whispered until he finally pressed his lips onto yours. Giving you a sweet kiss before pulling away, “but i’m going to need that” he pulled lightly on his jacket that you were wearing.
Giggling at him, “well since you asked so nicely”, stepping a bit back to remove his jacket, you handed it back to him. ‘Thank you Mrs.Ziyech’ he said before giving you a quick kiss
“Your welcome Mr.Ziyech” smiling at him, you both start to get ready to leave the hotel and to the stadium. Today was the big game against Portugal in the World cup quarter finals. You were so proud of Hakim either way of the outcome of this tournament but you couldn’t help but feel him be nervous on the ride to the stadium to meet with the rest of his team.
His hand intertwined in yours the whole ride there. After being married for one year you both knew each other like the back of your palm. Softly caressing your fingers over his hand to help him feel more at ease. He noticed this and gave you a soft smile before kissing your forehead, leaning more on you
When you both finally reach the stadium and facility, that’s when you and Hakim have to part ways so he can meet with the rest of the players. Giving you a quick kiss before anyone can notice, Hakim walks through the players gate while you go to meet with the rest of the family in the family area. While you and Hakim are married, the rest of the world other than your families doesn’t know about it. They don’t even know that he’s in a relationship. Hakim made it so that he can keep you safe from the harsh world of the media.
Greeting his family, you sit next to his mom when you all make it into the stands, waiting for the game to begin. As pre-game warm ups start, you see your husband, Hakim, make his way on the field. Admiring him from afar, you can see he removed his normal wedding band that he had on this morning, to keep the press from asking not wanted questions. Instead, on the pitch, he wears a clear rubber band on his ring finger, to give him the comfort that he still has you with him at all times. From the press it’s hardly noticeable, you would have to grab his hand to notice it, making it perfect to wear in public outings.
“I’m happy you’re here, you stick by my son through everything, he loves you so much” his mom spoke, interrupting your admiration of Hakim. Turning to her, you give her a soft smile, “i love him just as much, and your- our family”. At this she in return gives you a warm smile turning back to look at her son, you do the same. “So when are you going to grow your little family?” she said casually, giving you a raised playful eyebrow.
Laughing at the question, “I think Hakim right now needs to focus on this tournament but afterwards…we’ll see” you nudged his mom’s shoulder lightly, knowingly how much she wants to have grandchildren.
When you see Hakim from far, you see he is looking at you two with a smile on his face. You give him a tiny wave, which he just smiles back acknowledging you secretly.
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During the game vs Portugal, clinging to your jersey that had your husband's name on the back, you felt on edge the whole time. While the team successfully gained a goal before halftime, there was still plenty of time for the opponent to score. You held your breath until you heard the final whistle blow. Seeing all the Moroccan players celebrate in the field, your vision goes straight to Hakim.
You see a big smile on his face and it only makes your smile grow bigger at this win for him. It was an incredible win for Morocco, you and his mom kept hugging in celebration of this victory to the semi-finals.
In the middle of the team’s celebration on the field, you see Hakim run over to you and his family in the stands. Going to hug his family first, so the media won’t suspect anything, then he finally went to hug you. “I’m so proud of you,love” you whispered in his ear. You feel his smile grow on your neck and feel his place a gentle secret kiss there.
In your little moment between you two, you both didn’t notice a couple of sneaky photographers who took pictures of the interaction. Already planning to publish once they got to their rooms.
By the time you and Hakim were at the dinner celebration with his team and whole family, you noticed your phone and his phone started to buzz. Taking his phone out, you see his eyes go wide, “oh no”
You look over his mom’s lap who was sitting between you since not even the players knew that you and him were married. Looking at the article you gasped seeing the headline.
“Hakim Zieyech’s secret wife seen in the stands at the Morocco v Portugal game???”
How did they find out? Where did they get that picture? What was your life going to be like now that everybody knows in the media? All these questions stir in your head until your thoughts are interrupted by Hakim’s hand grabbing your own, you barely notice now that he changed seats so that he is sitting next to you.
Looking up, you see him looking at you with eyes of concern, not knowing how you are feeling. You just nodded at him that you are okay and he proceeded to look at his teammates that were sitting in the tables around him, some of them now seeing the article and shocked.
You then see Hakim’s best friend, Noussair, walk towards your table with a blank face. You think he is about to be mad at Hakim for never telling his best friend about your secret marriage but instead his face turns into a big smile as he puts his hand on his shoulder.
“Hakim, i’m so happy for you brother, but next time some big news about you comes out, i would like to hear it from you.” he said jokingly to him. Hakim just smiled back relieved that his friend wasn’t mad, in fact none of his teammates were mad at the kept secret, they were just surprised they never guessed sooner.
“It’s a good thing too I found out because after this tournament I was going to try my shot with your “family-friend ``'' Noussair tells Hakim teasingly , making everyone laugh including you except Hakim himself. You giggle at Hakim’s now hardened face, already knowing his jealousy is taking over now.
Calming him down you kiss his cheek, your hand turning his face to look at you. “Babe, you will always be my love, no one else” you say to him. At this he puts his forehead on yours, sighing softly, feeling the jealous feelings fade away.
Laughing his friend tells him,“Yeah Hakim, it was just a joke, everybody give it up for the love birds, Mr and Mrs. Ziyech!” Noussair cheers, making everyone cheer for you and Hakim.
Feeling pure joy of finally not having to hide his love for you at least in front of his teammates, “I promise even now that everybody knows, I will forever protect you y/n/n. Kanbghik (i love you)”
“I know , I love you too” at this he leans to give you an official kiss, making everybody cheer again
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SECRET OUT
Summary: Hakim and Y/n are married, it was to remain secret but everyone ends up finding out.
Good reading.
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Y/N's pov
I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing or rather exploded notifications, I free myself from Hakim's embrace despite his protests, I was surprised to see that the earliest notifications were insta requests because I was in private among these notifications there was a missed call from Hakim's brother, I called him worried because I knew that unless it was an emergency.
《Hi》 I say in a voice still affected by sleep.
"We have a problem," he said in a rather panicked voice.
"What is it?" asked Hakim who got up at the sound of his brother's voice.
《I accidentally posted a photo of your wedding on my insta》
"But you're on private" I tell him
《Yeah but a fan of Hakim followed me and I accepted his request which caused him to see the photo and screened it before I could delete it》I look at Hakim but he looked less panicked than me.
"It's okay, Hicham, we'll take care of it," he said before hanging up on me.
"It doesn't seem to worry you" I tell him
《Well no, it had to happen one day, and it's also a bit my fault 》he replied.
"What did you do?"
《I maybe changed my bio on insta and added a ring》I look at him in disbelief that he has decided to do this without telling me.
"And you didn't tell me?"
"I didn't think it was important, it was just a little emogi, plus I want everyone to know what a beautiful woman I was lucky enough to marry" his eyes sparkled as he told me that.
《Okay》 I just say.
"Really?" he asked incredulously.
《Yeah you can post pics from our wedding if you want just make sure you hide my face, so any girls drooling when they see you will know you're already taken》I lay back on the bed and pull the covers over my face.
When the day started for real and Hakim was in training I was on his insta looking at the pictures of our wedding he had been wearing my face was covered by a red heart emoji I was rather happy that our relationship was no longer secret because I knew it would be boring to have to hide from everyone. The sound of the front door opening was heard.
《Hi Hbiba (Honey)》Hakim kissed my cheek.
《Hi hbibi , how was training? 》
《Good, but there were a lot of paparazzi asking me about you》
"It will pass to them" saying that I didn't know who I was trying to reassure between him and me, I think he noticed it because he cupped my face before kissing my forehead, he knew that always relaxes me.
《It'll be fine, don't worry about it》he whispers against my forehead.
《I believe you, I'm just afraid it will ruin your career》
《I don't give a damn about football just as long as you're with me, I love you》
《I love you too, even after losing football against a kid》
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That's it that's all.
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Hey can you do a fluff ziyech one where he meets the reader for the first time.
Btw love ur writinggg
thank you for the request, sorry it took me a while.
You've met hakim through one of your friends
She's working as social media Manger in chelsea
And you've always been football fan
She knows that
So she invites a lot to watch the games with her and help while you're at it
You agree even though you're kinda of shy
You get excited that you're going to watch from a very up close sitting plac
She's not a big fan
But she loves her work
She spends the whole time filming short clips
Then she started to invite you for fiming interviews with the players
At first you refused
Since it'll be awkward with you around
Yet, she insisted saying she'll need someone who likes football to help her
Someone who knows inside jokes for the the club
Knows the crazy moments
What the fans like to know
So you agreed
You have been helping her on your free time
Sending her ideas for the next videos
Who's more popular with the fans
What the fans like to see and know
Then one time she asked you to assist her in a video
You agreed after a lot of convincing
It was a video for Chelsea youtube channel
The team stars playing some games
Who is most likely to
It was hakim, mount,kepa
The three of them are your favorite in the team
That's making you even more nervous
You helped her pick the questions
And prepare the set
Then they came and said their hellos
She introduced you to them
Mount cracking jokes here and there
Kepa laughing at everything mount says
Hakim was quiter than the two
Starting to film
The shoot went smooth
But you kept locking eyes with hakim
He has such beautiful eyes
They sparkle
You felt butterflies in your stomach
No you weren't starstrucked
He was funny
Without even trying
And when he smiles
His beautiful eyes always sparkling
Without realizing the shoot is over
The other two said their goodbyes
But hakim stayed a bit
You didn't know what to do or say
So you acted occupied
Your friend caught up and she said some silly excuse to leave you both alone
"So miss assistant, do you like to go out with me?"
He asks you and you never thought he'll be straight forward
"As in a date? " He continued wanting to make himself clear
You agreed, never thinking that in the end of the day you exchanged numbers and set a date
With this beautiful man.
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could you write an imagine about Hakim Ziyech during Ramadan they are at the family in Hakim for the end of Ramadan where he is unbearable he always comes to the kitchen to annoy his wife in front of his sisters and his mother in Hakim asking him all the time what she prepares and when she puts a meal on the table each time he grabs her in his arms and doesn't want to let her go until one of Hakim's sisters comes to save her
Clingy~Hakim Ziyech
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I got so many Hakim request although the two ones that I wrote didn't get many likes
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ps: I did my researches and found out he has 1 sister. I'm not sure about that but we'll say he has one sister only. I also saw that he has 9 brothers? Not sure about this too but we'll ignore it.
y/n and Hakim were spending the last days of Ramadan at his family's house in the Netherlands. They have been married for a few years, but it was the first time that they spend this holy month at his parents house. It was always his parents that visited them in London
His mother was the sweetest person. She loved y/n from the bottom of her heart and made sure to make her feel at home. She tried to let y/n rest during the day, but y/n herself wanted to help in making the food they'd be eating at the end of the day
y/n always had energy, even when fasting. It felt like a normal day to her. However, Hakim was quite the opposite. He would get needy and whiny all day. So when y/n, his mother, and his sister are preapring the food, he was always in the kitchen annoying his wife
"what you doingg" he asked, walking to where his wife was standing. He watched her cut some vegtables, wondering what she's cooking
"oh I'm just cutting some vegtables for the soup" she said, not looking up from what was in front of her
"soup? what do you put other than the vegtables?" he asked, putting his arms around her waist from behind, laying his head on her shoulder, to peek over what she's cutting
"why? you plan to surprise me with some home-cooked dinner when we go back home?" she teased, knowing he can't make an egg without burning it
"oh shut up. I'm just showing some interest in what my wife is cooking" he pressed a kiss on her neck, not moving away.
"so your wife is the only one cooking now is she?" his sister said, from the other side of the kitchen.
y/n chuckled and looked up at her husband.
"well her food is definitely better than yours" he stuck his tongue out at his sister, like the little child he becomes while fasting
"is it now? Is better than mama's though?" she teased, knowing he won't answer that
He huffed and kissed his wife's head, before walking out of the kitchen
They all laughed at his childish behaviour.
"Is he this whiny the whole time?" his mother asked, moving to grab a plate from the cupboard next to y/n
She shrugged with a smile at the thought of her husband
"He usually comes home from training and sleeps till its time for Iftar. But when he has a day off he would get a little bit annoying. Nothing I can't handle though" she helped her by getting her the plate she needed
Just as she handed her the plate, Hakim walked into the kitchen again. He walked straight to his wife. He pulled her away from his mother and scooped her in his arms.
She tried to get out of his embrace, which caused him to tighten his grip around her waist
"what's wrong?" y/n asked, scratching the back of his head with her nails
He hummed in satisfaction burying his head in her neck
"I just miss you so much" his muffled voice said, making his sister chuckle
y/n smiled and pressed a kiss on the side of his head, before removing his head from her neck. He whined and tried putting it in her neck again
"Hakim. leave your wife alone" his sister warned.
He shook his head and tightened his grip more, making it impossible to slip out of his arms
His sister laughed and grabbed y/n's hand, trying to pull her away from him. He slapped his sister's hand away and turned around so his back was to his sister and his wife was still buried in his arms.
His sister came from from y/n and pulled her quickly away from Hakim, placing her behind her
Hakim groaned and tried grabbing his wife, in which his sister only blocked his way
"you go and I'll follow you when I'm done yeah?" y/n laughed slightly at his annoyed face
He let out a sigh but nodded nonetheless. She kissed his cheek and ushered him out of the kitchen
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my lover
[hakim ziyech x reader]
I couldn't believe my luck when I met Hakim. I was just a regular 25-year-old girl, and he was a world-famous football star. But somehow, we fell in love, and now we were married. It was like a fairy tale, except for one thing – Hakim was incredibly careful about keeping our relationship private.
We had just moved to Türkiye, and Hakim had signed with a new team. The day he put pen to paper on that contract, the paparazzi were everywhere. I watched from the sidelines as he held up his new jersey, proud and beaming. I couldn't help but smile myself, knowing that I was the one who got to share this moment with him.
But then, disaster struck. As we made our way to the VIP area, someone managed to snap a photo of us from the side. I didn't think much of it at the time, but little did I know that this innocent snapshot would change everything.
Later that night, I was scrolling through social media when I saw it – the photo of Hakim and me. My heart sank as I realized that my face was clearly visible. Panic washed over me, and I knew that our carefully guarded secret was in jeopardy.
I rushed over to Hakim, who was in the next room, and showed him the photo. He cursed under his breath and pulled me into a tight hug. "Don't worry, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with concern. "We'll figure this out."
The next few days were a whirlwind. Hakim and his team scrambled to contain the leak and protect our privacy. They hired a team of lawyers and PR experts to do damage control, but the paparazzi were relentless. They camped outside our home, followed us wherever we went, and hounded us for interviews.
Hakim did his best to shield me from the chaos. He would wrap his arm around me whenever we stepped out in public, trying to hide my face from the cameras. He refused to let me go anywhere alone, always by my side, even if it meant missing out on some of the things he loved to do in Türkiye.
One evening, as we were having dinner at a quiet restaurant, a paparazzo managed to sneak in and snap a photo of us. Hakim's frustration was palpable, but he didn't lose his cool. Instead, he calmly asked the restaurant staff to ensure our privacy and continued to hold my hand under the table, trying to provide me with some comfort.
As the weeks went by, the pressure on us continued to mount. We were both exhausted from the constant scrutiny and the relentless invasion of our privacy. But through it all, Hakim remained unwavering in his commitment to me. He was determined to protect me, even if it meant sacrificing some of his own freedom.
One evening, as we sat together on our balcony, overlooking the beautiful Türkiye skyline, Hakim turned to me with a soft smile. "I know this has been tough, Y/N," he said, his eyes filled with love and exhaustion. "But I promise you, we'll get through this. And no matter what happens, I'll always be by your side."
I leaned in and kissed him, grateful for his unwavering support. Our love was a secret no more, but it was stronger than ever. Together, we faced the challenges that came our way, navigating the storm of paparazzi and public attention, and emerging from it all with a love that was unbreakable.
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hakim ziyech x reader
words: 2.3k
request: FILTHY ziyech smut where you show up to his game with another chelsea players shirt 🤞🏼
warnings: 18+ ONLY! smut, angst, fluff at the end. dom!hakim, sub!reader, jealousy, possessiveness, established relationship, name calling/degradation, bdsm undertones (reader gets tied up), unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m and f receiving), dirty talk, choking, slapping, hair pulling i think that's it. please don't read if you're against the idea of smut about hakim.
“What the hell is that?” Hakim asks as he comes up to you after the match.
You were currently standing in Hakim’s box at Stamford Bridge after an exciting game in which Hakim had assisted a beautiful goal, assuring that Chelsea won the match after what had been a difficult start to the season. Given this, you had been expecting a much warmer greeting from your fiance when he came up to you in the stands, but Hakim was currently staring you down cold.
“Huh?” You ask, genuinely confused as to what he was talking about.
“Your jersey. Why are you wearing his kit?”
It’s at that point that it hits you. You had been a Chelsea fan long before you had even met Hakim, and so while you owned several different number 22 jerseys, you also had some jerseys belonging to other players. You had been in a rush to get to the match, so you had simply grabbed a jersey from your closet without looking at it, assuming that it was one of Hakim’s. Now, you quickly realized that this wasn’t the case.
“Oh,” you say. “I didn’t realize-”
“We’re leaving,” Hakim says suddenly, and before you can get in a word, he’s grabbed your purse and begun heading towards the exit. Stunned by his reaction, you hesitate for a moment and then quickly follow suit behind him.
“Hakim, wait,” you say, jogging to catch up to him. “I swear I didn’t know-”
“I don’t want to hear it,” says Hakim coldly. You’re too taken aback by his harsh tone to say anything in response, so you simply follow him in silence to the car.
Neither of you exchange a word during the car ride from the stadium back to your house. Hakim has a tendency to become jealous easily, but even for him, this was a bit of an overreaction. It was a genuine mistake. You normally always make sure to wear one of his jerseys to his matches. To be honest, you weren’t even sure whose jersey you were currently wearing.
When you arrived home, Hakim immediately exited the car and walked through the front door, not even bothering to wait for you like he normally did. By this point, you were more frustrated than anything by his behavior. As soon as you entered the house, you confronted him.
“Listen, you know that I have a bunch of different Chelsea jerseys. I was running late to the game, so I grabbed one and just assumed it was one of yours. I don’t even know whose number I’m wearing-”
“Number 24. That’s who you’re wearing,” says Hakim, not making eye contact with you.
“Oh.” Number 24 belonged to a certain Reece James. A certain Reece James who you had a short fling with years ago, before you had even met Hakim. Fuck, you thought to yourself. You suddenly realized why Hakim was so upset.
“Baby, I swear it was a mistake. You know that there’s nothing between the two of us anymore, that was forever ago-”
“Then why the fuck do you still have his jersey?” asks Hakim, finally turning to look at you.
“I just never got around to getting rid of it. I have lots of players’ jerseys-”
“Upstairs. Now,” Hakim commands before you can finish your sentence. You hesitate for a moment, considering arguing back, but you realize that you’re not going to win this battle so you begrudgingly head upstairs to your bedroom. You sit yourself down on the bed, arms crossed in front of you. Hakim follows you upstairs shortly afterwards.
“Why are you still dressed?” he asks, closing the door behind him. His question surprises you.
“Hakim, baby, I think we should really talk about this-”
“No, I don’t want to talk. Now, strip.” His voice is deep and commanding, and his eyes are icy cold. You have never seen him like this before. You know that it would be useless to argue, so instead, you stand up and begin taking off your clothes. You start with your pants and then take off your jersey. Once the kit is off your body, Hakim takes it from your hand and tosses it into the trash.
“Hakim!” you say in protest, thinking about how much that kit had cost.
“You’re lucky I didn’t rip it to shreds,” he says. “Now take those off, too.” He gestures towards the bra and panties that you’re still wearing.
“Are you not going to join me?” you ask flippantly.
“Patience, darling,” says Hakim, smirking. The way he says darling makes your insides tingle. You unclip your bra and toss it onto the bed before taking off your panties and letting them fall to the floor. Hakim looks you up and down once while licking his bottom lip.
“Good girl. Now get on the bed.”
You’ve been naked in front of Hakim many times before, but this time he’s fully dressed, which makes you slightly nervous. It’s cold in your room, and you shiver as you climb onto the bed and lie down on your pillow. You expect Hakim to join you, but instead, you hear him rummaging around in his closet. You look up and see him heading towards the bed with one of his ties in his hand.
“What-”
“Shh,” he interrupts you, as he climbs onto the bed. He towers over you with his legs on either side of your body. “I don’t want to hear a word from you.” He uses his teeth to undo the tie and then uses it to bind your wrists above your head. You feel the wetness begin to collect at your core as he does so. “You did something bad. And bad girls deserve to be punished.” You can’t help but let a whine escape from your lips at his words, but you know this was a mistake when you feel Hakim tighten the grip of the tie on your wrists in response.
“What did I just say?”
“I’m sorry, sir,” you say, and he can’t help but smirk at your obedience. You know that Hakim loves it when you call him sir, and you can feel the tent in his pants become harder.
“Now,” says Hakim as he takes off his pants. “You’re gonna suck this dick like the dirty slut that you are, and maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you cum.”
As soon as his cock is out, your mouth opens with anticipation. You want so badly to wrap your hands around it. Hakim brings his knees to either side of your torso, so that his dick is hanging right above your mouth. He strokes it a few times and moans as he does so.
“You want this dick, baby?” He asks, biting his lower lip.
You nod eagerly. He lines his dick up with your mouth and slams it all the way down your throat, making your eyes tear up immediately. “Then take it. Take all of it.” He begins fucking your mouth vigorously. You can’t help but close your eyes as your gag reflex kicks in.
“Keep those eyes open,” commands Hakim, and you do as you’re told. He grabs some of your hair in his hands and uses it as leverage to fuck deeper into your mouth.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” he praises you, and after thrusting into your mouth a few more times, he slows down and lets you begin to set the pace. By now, tears are rolling down your cheeks and drool is piling up around your mouth. You pull away slightly, so that your tongue can circle the head, before taking the entirety of him down your throat again. You feel the vein on the side of his dick pulsate, and you know that he’s about to come.
“You gonna swallow all of my cum?” He asks, and you nod eagerly in response. As soon as you do so, he releases into your mouth. His warm cum fills your mouth and you swallow every last drop of it.
Hakim pulls away and collapses on the bed next to you, taking a moment to catch his breath before turning towards you to wipe your tears away. He brings his thumb towards your lips and wipes away the mixture of cum and saliva dripping around it before sticking his finger in your mouth so you can suck on it.
“Hakim, I wanna touch, please,” you whine.
“Soon, baby, soon. Let me have a taste of this pretty pussy first.”
You groan at his words, half in frustration that he won’t let you touch him and half in anticipation of him eating you out. The wetness in your core was building up again, and you know you’re probably making a mess on the sheets, but you don’t care right now. You brush your leg against his thigh, eager for him to touch you.
“Uh uh, darling. What did I say about being patient?” Hakim smirks, and you almost roll your eyes in response.
“Please, please touch me.”
Hakim obliges and brings his finger up and down your slit. “So wet for me already, baby? And just from sucking my cock?” You’re too impatient to be embarrassed by this. Hakim lifts your thighs up and places them over his shoulders so that he has full access to the area where you need him the most. He kisses your inner thighs and you push your core forward towards him, which only makes him chuckle.
“That’s enough teasing, baby,” you whine.
Hakim then places a kiss on your clit and looks up at you, smiling, his lips already wet from your juices. “You’re already making a mess and I’ve barely even touched you.” He buries himself back down towards your core and then finally, finally, brings his tongue to you, hungrily lapping up your mess. You’re so desperate that you let out a scream when he makes contact with you. He looks up at you periodically, watching as your eyes roll towards the back of your head.
“More, more,” are the only words you could muster as you rock your hips towards him, desperate for more pressure. Understanding what you want, Hakim takes one finger and pushes it inside of you, all while his mouth keeps contact with you.
“Fuck, fuck,” you scream, knowing that you weren’t going to last long. God how you wish you could run your fingers through his hair right now.
Hakim inserts a second finger, and your toes begin to curl. You’re sure your wrists were going to be red the next day from how hard you were tugging.
“I bet Reece James can’t do this to you, can he?” Hakim whispers into your core, his words and the hot air from his mouth bringing you closer to the edge. “Answer me.”
“No, only you can make me feel this way, sir,” you respond with shallow breaths.
Hakim grins. “Come all over my fingers, darling.”
“Hakim, Hakim, Hakim.” His words bring you undone and you come all around him as you scream his name. He continues to finger you through your high, lapping up all your juices.
You keep your eyes closed for a minute as you come down from your high, finally looking down at him and smiling. “You’re so good at that,” you say, grinning at the way his mouth is glistening with your cum.
“Gonna untie you now, sweetheart,” he says, and you groan with relief as he frees your hands. As soon as he does, your hands are all over his body, caressing his toned chest and arms and then finally running your hands through his hair.
“Please fuck me,” you whine, taking his face in your hands. “I’ll never wear someone else’s jersey again.”
“I know you won’t. Now turn around,” Hakim commands.
You obey immediately, turning around so that you’re on all fours with your ass sticking up. Unable to help himself, Hakim brings his hand down, slapping your ass so hard that you’re sure it’s going to leave a bruise. He then strokes himself for a second before lining up at your entrance, soaking his tip in your juices. Becoming impatient again, you began to rock your hips backwards into him, desperate for more friction. In response, Hakim leans down against you, wrapping his hand around your throat and whispering in your ear.
“I’m still in control, darling. Don’t forget that.”
He lets go of you and then slams his dick inside you, bottoming you out with one thrust. You scream out as he stretches you out, the pain quickly turning into pleasure as you adjust around his girth. He doesn’t move for a few seconds, then begins to thrust in and out of you. His hands reach around to cup your breasts, and his fingers twirl around your nipples.
“You like being fucked like a slut, don’t you?” He asks between thrusts. Unable to form any words, all you can say in response is a “Mmhmm.” Hakim’s hands then go to your hair, grabbing it in a ponytail and using it for more leverage to fuck into you.
“God, you’re so sexy,” he grunts, and you can tell from the way his voice falters that he’s close. The knot in your lower stomach tightens, and you know that you won’t last much longer, either.
“Gonna come inside you, baby,” he grunts and thrusts into you a few more times before exploding inside of you. As he squirts his hot cum inside of you, you come undone around his dick. Various expletives escape both of your mouths as the two of you reach your highs together. He pulls out of you and the two of you lie down on the bed next to each other, both taking a moment to catch your breath in silence.
Finally, after a minute of only the sound of your panting filling the room, Hakim turns over to look at you. He takes your cheeks in your hands and caresses them gently. “I’m sorry, baby. Are you okay? I hope I wasn’t too rough with you,” he says softly.
“You weren’t,” you respond, smiling.
“I love you so much,” he says, planting a gentle kiss on your lips.
“I love you, too,” you respond when he pulls away. “I think I should wear your teammates’ jerseys more often, though.”
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Masterlist
**Requests are open**
Wattpad
Rúben Dias
Series
-The journalist’s footballer (completed).
-A Manchester affair (completed).
-Take Two (completed).
-Catch me when I fall (completed).
-Damaged (completed).
-By your side (completed).
One shots
-Private photoshoot.
-Have my back.
-A schoolboy crush (ft. Julián Álvarez).
-Want to join me?
-My protector.
-The best assistant.
-A familiar face.
-A little accident.
-Let me help you.
-A tooth fairy visit.
-Something I’ll regret.
-In the middle of the fight.
-Boyfriend of the month.
-Our special day.
-Jealous for a reason.
-Chats and cuddles.
-Don’t forget: Part 1 l Part 2
-Wrong team.
-Birthday twins.
-Selfie partner.
-Finding the perfect gift.
-The way he makes you smile (ft Mason Mount).
-An unbearable fan.
-Dream team.
-No excuses.
-All yours.
-Fashion challenge.
-From one wedding...
-Ask me first.
-Lesson learned.
-Not important enough.
-Too good for you.
-Shared insecurities.
-Cry wolf.
-Better than me.
-Can't sleep? (Halloween '23).
-Loss of trust.
Pablo Gavi
Series
-When it becomes real (completed).
-Pretending to hate you (coming soon).
One shots
-An unexpected guest.
-Behind my back (ft Pedri).
-Dealing with the enemy.
-A not so soft launch.
-More Gavi.
-Perfect chemistry.
-Celebrity crush.
-Wrong player, right time (ft Pedri): Part 1 l Part 2.
-I want you to stay.
-Al teu costat.
Pedri
Series
-Golden couple (completed).
-Not a crush (completed).
-First love (ft Eric García) (ongoing).
One shots
-Behind my back (ft Gavi).
-Wrong player, right time (ft Gavi): Part 1 l Part 2.
-Never stopped loving you: Part 1 l Part 2.
-Shoot your shot.
-Attention seekers.
-Do you want to play a game?
-Not a crush.
-Young love never lasts.
-Trick...and treat her well (Halloween '23).
Micky van de Ven
Series
-Romance season (ongoing).
One shots
-London rules.
Ferran Torres
Series
-Better half (completed).
One shots
-Trust (ft Èric García).
-Wrong first impression: Part 1 l Part 2
-Behind the mask (Halloween '23).
-Forever home.
Fermín López
Series
-Not enough (completed).
-Anyone but you (ongoing).
Julián Álvarez
Series
-Second chance (completed).
One shots
-A schoolboy crush (ft. Rúben Dias).
-Mi campeón.
-Not if it isn’t with you.
-One chance.
-I chose you.
Future series:
-Not enough (Fermín López).
-Romance season (Micky van de Ven) (ongoing).
Other players.
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Hot Tub Event | Hakim ZIYECH
Warning: kinda smutty but not smut
Summary: In which Hakim is having too much fun in the hot tub with his wife.
"Okay! Let's set some rules! First thing first, the water will not touch my hair, and if it does you'll take the blame so be careful!"You babbled as you set your foot in the hot tub that Hakim rented just for the two of you. He looked relaxed and yummy as ever, spreading his arms on the tub's edge in a manly manner, he was to die for. He eyed you up and down, making sure to gaze at every inch of naked skin in his sight, and his eyes sparkled as if it was the first time seeing you. He tapped the tub's edge as a sign for you to join him which you approved.
"You like what you see?" " Oh you know I always do!"
You sat next to him if it wasn't on him, Your legs across his lap while you wrapped your arms around his neck. He also wrapped his arms around your slim waist pulling you dangerously close to him, moving his hand up and down your stomach making you shiver.
" Life is treating me fairly at the moment! You by my side, more than I deserve!" His velvet voice was a little above a whisper and your love for him was warmer in your veins. You switched positions, saddling him while sticking your upper body to his, drawing him impossibly close.
"I just love you so much." You whispered softly, flicking his cheeks with your thumbs, adorning his beautiful features. His eyebrows rose together in amazement at your sudden boldness. His eyes were like mud, perfectly matched with the frown that permanently stained his face. His aquiline nose added character to his face. Your gaze fell to his lustrous lips and you couldn't stop yourself as you pulled him into a kiss. His lips felt so familiar it hurt your heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. You let yourself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against your spine. The smell of your perfume, of the soft, peachy scent of your conditioner, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in your stomach. But warmth consumed you as you leaned into the kiss, Hakim’s lips impossibly soft against your own. You soon started to move your hips slowly against his as you felt him jerk underneath you, groaning lowly into your mouth.
" Don't start something you can't finish." He spoke as soon as he parted your lips apart, His voice was deep like the rumbling of the earth while his eyes were raging with desire.
" Please I need you! " He chuckled at your pleading tone
"Babe you know I take control, you'll be unable to walk properly for a week, and you don't want to explain that to the others." He was teasing you, his gravelly voice sounded low and rough and it only made your desire grow.
" Hakim! Please! " You were so desperate and he couldn't hold back anymore.
"All right, let's get you out of here! We don't want to get your hair wet!"
Hakim blessing us with those ig posts and i had to write smg abt it ! Enjoy !
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hellooo could you make a picture on Hakim Ziyech that he is wife! reader have an age gap (she is 24 years old) except that it never shocked their family apart from the girl fans of hakim who are jealous so he tries to find n Doesn't matter if she has a pretext to give the reader a bad image of her
"Detest"
Hakim Ziyech x Wife!reader
WORDS : 1689
TW: nothing other than age gap relationship and fluff
Author note: Since many of you have been spaming my inbox for Hakim's fic, here I give you, Istg If you guys didn't read this, I'll hunt you guys one by one, and for anon, thank you for the ideas! I actually didn't read your request till the end so there's gonna be slight difference with your request, sorry ;(
You woke up earlier before Hakim; as usual, it's Saturday today, so that means hakim and you are free. Hakim has no training today, and you don't have any class, so you plan to make a simple breakfast for both of you.
You gently remove his hand from your waist, so you can get up from the bed without waking him up; he told you about how tired he was for this couple of days, so you let him rest for a little bit.
As you succeed in getting up from the bed, you tip-toed till you reach the door room, slowly to avoid making noise. Once you get out of the room, you start making your way to your house kitchen and start making breakfast. Just a simple omelette is enough. Due to Hakim's restricted diet, you can't do a lot with that,
After making the omelette, you go upstairs to your bedroom to check if he is still sleeping or already waking up from his sleep. Surprisingly, he is still sleeping like a baby. He really is tired, and he's not kidding about that. He is not even moving slightly; Hakim sleeps like when you left him earlier, so you go to him to wake him up.
"Hakim, wake up baby" you put your hand on his back as he is sleeping on his stomach, and his head turns sideways. You get close to his ear and start to whisper. "wake up, love; I made us breakfast."
To hakim, your voice is like a melody in his ears.
He started to stir from his sleep. He turns his head to your side and turn to lie on his back, You see him opening his eyes slowly due to the light coming into the room from the window.
"Morning wifey", you heard him, his morning voice always going to be your favourite thing; it's so attractive to you.
"Morning Hubby", you reply. "I make both of us omelette" You let him know. He nods and says thank you to you; Hakim asks you to wait for him because he wants to shower first before breakfast—typical Hakim.
While you wait for him to finish his shower, you sit on the living room couch downstairs and open your Instagram app on your phone.
You scroll through your feed until you find one headline posting enough to make your heart shattered. Picture of you and Hakim that you didn't quite remember when. But it's a picture of you holding his hand, walking around London.
"Hakim Ziyech married a 24 years old girl?" you read the headline title and continue to read the whole paragraph about both of you.
"The Chelsea footballer from Morocco is believed to be married to a girl that far different from his age. We also discovered her name and where she's studying.
Her name is Y/n Y/l/n, and she studies at Royal Holloway College in engineering courses. But that's not the actual point. We're going to talk about the age gap between the two of them, does Hakim's family okay with this? Do you think having an age gap in a relationship is okay? Let us know in the comment," You don't have to wait; the comment buttons on the screen make your hand itchy to tap it.
"Bro, what? You can do better Hakim."
"Hakim, what the heck is this? Can you see that she's not enough for you?"
"CUTE CUTE!! PARENTS!"
"They are both adults; they can think by themself; stop hating on innocent couple just because you guys are jealous!"
"There's nothing wrong with the age gap; at least they're happy and married, not like you; you guys that hate on him are disgusting af!"
"no thought, just weird."
"Hakim can pull every girl he want, but he choose the wrong one."
You don't even realise that your eyes start pooling with tears, but at least some of them are okay with this whole dilemma. You are so occupied reading the comment because it's so addictive to read.
You don't even realise Hakim is already downstairs, just finishing dressing himself up with a white t-shirt and sweatpants. How fast.
You feel a light tap on your shoulder, so you quickly turn off your phone before you turn around. Only to greet by Hakim face portrayed an unpleasant expression.
"Oh, hi you" you try to make everything look fine, but as soon as your tears come out, you know you have messed up.
"Don't. Hi me, why are you crying? What's a wrong sweetheart?" he asks you worriedly.
"Nothing Hakim I'm not crying, I'm yawning" you quickly wiped your tears. This time he proceeded to sit next to you.
"No, I'm not dumb, Y/n, you're crying, don't lie to me, tell me what's wrong?" he asks again, becoming more serious this time.
You just shook your head no; as soon as you wanted to leave the conversation, he grabbed your hand before you could leave the living room.
"Sit down; we talk about this", Hakim instruct. You try to get away from his grip and look at him again, but this time he gives you a stern look. "sit down". You do what he said, and you sit where you sat earlier. But your eyes are looking at the floor.
"Hey, look at me, angel, please" you ignore his call because you don't want him to see you in a state that you're currently trying so hard not to break down in front of him.
Until you feel Hakim hold your chin softly, so he can turn your sight and attention to him. "don't cry, I hate it when I see my wife cry", He tells you. Hakim brings you into hug. You can hear his soft heartbeat on your ears.
"shh, it's okay love, let it all out" you feel his hand rubbing your back smoothly. He waits until you calm down.
Once you stop crying, Hakim suddenly asks.
"can you give me your phone?" you look at him with confusion
"why?"
"just give it, baby, I want to know what makes my wife upset", he said
You no longer want to insist, so you just give him your phone. He takes your phone from your hand, and as you give him, Hakim opens the phone, and your lock screen pops up
A picture of him and you hugging each other while him kissing your crown, and you smile to the camera, you both took the pic when you both visit Dubai for you both Honeymoon
He inserts your password; of course, he knows your password; you're his wife, after all. After he inserts your phone password, the screen displays an Instagram comment section; you see him undo it to see what the posting is about. You saw him read for a while, open the comment section back, and scroll through it.
Unbelieve expression on his face, he turns his head to look at you.
"you know it's all not true, right?" you give him a silent reply and shrug.
"Y/n, please, don't let their words win; please, I'm begging you."
"But what they said is all correct," you said to him while your voice started to crack.
"okay show me, which one on the comment is correct? show me" he gives the phone back to you;
you cover your face with both hands and can't hold back your tears anymore. So you broke down once again.
"come here, Schatje" he opens his arm so you can hug him
"y/n, none of them is true; if only they knew how genuine you are, let's say the words are true; I don't think we will be married and living in the same house right now."
"Yes the age gap may be the problem, but not for us, for them, cause they don't know anything about our love life; it's not a problem for our family and friends. Did you see Ummi mad at me because Im married a beautiful young girl? no right? she even adore you and encourage me to keep you safe, what about your parents, do they mad at you for marrying a guy that older than you? no right?" he feels you nod on his chest so he continue
"There's no problem with us; the media are the ones who bring a problem. Please don't let them ruin our relationship; no please, I don't want that; you also don't want that to happen, right?"
You nod once again.
"Exactly baby, don't stress about it, just know that everything is alright, you're beautiful just the way you are; I don't care what people going to say about me, because I just know that I don't make any mistake in choosing, I fallen in love with a right person, she's a loyal and kind person, her love is unbeatable, her looks, well, her looks are a bonus thing for me, you're beautiful after all."
His words make you want to marry him for a second time.
You look up from his chest to look at him; then he turns his head to look down at you and give you a gentle smile.
"Do you mean all of it?" you ask him
"Of course my love"
"Thank you, Hakim, I'm sorry for being emotional this early in the morning", he wipes your tears with his soft hand.
"my pleasure and you have nothing to be sorry for; it's not your fault", He reassured and kissed you on your forehead.
"I'm hungry", you blurted out of nowhere; he laughed at what you just said and let you go of the hug.
"Okay, let's go; I want to eat my wife's food" He looks at you with a tease.
"It's just omelette Hakim," you tell him.
"But still!" He stands up, pulls you to him, and you both get ready for breakfast and start your day.
Indeed, the feeling unexplainable to become someone's wife, not to mention that your guy is a famous football player that playing with a big team. Very glad that you found Hakim; that's how you know Hakim is going to stick with you for the rest of your life.
Hziyech
Like by Achraf Hakimi, Ben Chilwell, Zakaria Aboukhlal, Jaoa Felix and 970,478 more
Hziyech: I've seen some posting and comments about my wife. I didn't happy with it at all. I just want to say that never in my life that I thought I made a wrong decision. I made a very right decision on marrying her, We don't care about the age gap or have no problem with it as long as we both love each other and our family and friends are pleased about our marriage, so I'm hoping you guys will give us some privacy. Thank you.
-Hakim Ziyech
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Achraf Hakimi: wishing you both the best!
Yourbff: May god ease everything
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Atay (Hakim Ziyech x reader)
Request: Hi please can you write something for ziyech I missed him and I missed ur writing (it could be something inspired by ziyech making tea w nayef and zouma!)
Warnings: none
“YES!” Hakim exclaims, quickly sitting up as he looks at his phone. That unfortunately brings your tired, cranky morning self up with him and you groan as you lament the fact that you were having a nice, quiet night in until it was rudely interrupted.
“Hakiiiiiiiiiiim!” you whine as you shift yourself so your head is laying on the pillow again. His eyes widen and he quickly turns to look at you, his concern overriding any urge to make fun of your current state.
“Sorry, love.” he says quietly and you huff in contempt.
“What could possibly have caused you to nearly throw me off the bed?!” you ask incredulously with a scowl and he chuckles, flicking your cheek.
“I’ll have you know, I’m not on the lineup!” he cheers, dropping back down to hug you and you can’t help but invite the warmth.
“That’s amazing, love! When does trai- wait what?”
“I’m not playing tomorrow?”
“Is that not a bad thing?” you’re completely baffled by his cheerful tone. These past few weeks, it was this very situation that had been upsetting him beyond heartbreak, he loved to play!
“I’ve got better things to do with my time.” he shrugs, tapping away at his phone with a smile on his face. You narrow your tired eyes, trying to read any signs of upset, even small ones but nothing. His eyes are bright and sparkly, his thumb is twitching in the way that it always does when he gets excited. He’s genuinely happy.
“Hakim…” you repeat yourself, placing a hand on his cheek and you successfully gain his attention.
“Are you sure everything’s okay?” he smiles softly at your concern.
“Love, without meaning to sound bitter, this team sucks. There are so many things I could be doing rather than offering myself up as a scapegoat.” he explains.
“What’s brought all this on?” you wonder, a smile appearing on your face and concern melting away.
“When you have every important person in your life telling you the same thing day in and day out, it’s bound to make sense eventually.” he winks and you roll your eyes. He was right, you had all been telling him words to the same effect but none of you believed that he would ever actually take them to heart. But you’re grateful because he deserved to know his worth and not cast it in doubt every time his hard work went unnoticed and unappreciated.
You peer over at his phone out of curiosity and see a familiar name on the screen.
“Oh no…” you smirk, lifting your head to get a better look at his face.
“Okay this is nothing in comparison to my previous ideas.” he reassures you but you remain unconvinced. Free time was a rarity so when he was blessed with it, he just couldn’t help but go all out. He had to find something crazy to do: pottery painting classes, renaissance fairs, escape rooms, you name it. Nothing ever quite beat the balloon ride but he never ceased to find new and outlandish things to do.
“I just think that a day in with a couple of friends will be a worthwhile use of our time.” he shrugs, still looking to your eyes for any protest. He laughs when he sees your somewhat shocked expression. He knew it wasn’t usual behaviour for him but what could he say? He was just feeling a little teamsick and the closest thing he had to that team was a man he saw as a brother.
“It has been a while, would be nice to catch up, I suppose.” you contemplate and you can see his smile growing from the corner of your eye as you look into the distance. Your eyes drift to the frames sitting pretty on top of the dresser. Alongside the many photos of the pair of you on your various excursions lie the team photos. Photos from their field trips around the Qatari malls, the historical sites in Morocco. Of course there were the photos taken after their matches. Their faces all lit up with a mixture of joy and shock and disbelief. Those were his absolute favourites because they captured moments he could never have foreseen at any point in his life before that. He still struggled to believe that it happened.
He’s looking the same way and he immediately starts beating quickly as he relives the memories. He’s zoned out but he comes back to at the sound of his ringtone.
“C’mon! No time to waste!” he claps his hands before leaving the bed, much to your dismay. You groan out, flopping back into the warm sheets, still not ready to move.
“Sweetheart…” he taps your cheek and you roll your eyes, hauling yourself out and shivering at the cold morning air making contact with your skin.
You both hurry to get ready, opting for more comfortable clothes since you were likely spending the night with your friend. It seems that the pair of you aren’t the only ones to be excited because the whole car-ride there, you’ve both been receiving text after text from Nayef asking you what's taking so long.
Hakim doesn’t even have to knock the door before it sings open and the pair of you are engulfed in a bone-crushing hug by the man himself.
“I was starting to think you cancelled on me!” he tuts and Hakim slaps him on the back of the head as Nayef leads you to the living room where you see yet another friend already there and patiently waiting. He looks up from his phone, eyes lighting up at the sight of you and Hakim. He jumps up from his seat, going straight for Hakim for a bear hug that seems to knock the breath right out of your husband.
“It’s been way too long!” Kurt shakes his head and you can’t help but be in awe of the interaction. He simply didn’t get enough of things like this. The crazy adventures were great but sometimes he needed the simpler things that would bring him back down to earth and keep his heart and mind at rest. A reminder that he did have a little bit of back home still with him.
After a couple minutes of silent thinking, Nayef opts to get the dreaded uno cards out which had you a little concerned. You knew that despite being some of the loveliest people on earth that they could get a little… passionate about uno. But you decide to stay silent about it this once because it was also some of the best, cheap entertainment you could get your hands out.
The boys don’t disappoint as barely 5 minutes into the game Kurt has to go and change into a different shirt after your dear husband throws a cup of water over him and Nayef almost breaks the buzzer after being dealt some of the worst cards of all time.
“You know what! I’m really feeling some tea right now! How’s about we turn on a movie and I make you all some?” Hakim suggests, the tension in his voice is still very apparent from the game that really couldn’t have gone any worse for him towards the end.
“Please, as if you know the first thing about Atay!” Nayef laughs and Hakim gasps as he notices you giggling at him. You couldn’t help yourself, his cooking left a lot to be desired.
“Is that a challenge?” Hakim raises an eyebrow, while you and Kurt look on at the scene rolling out in front of you.
“Ha! How could it be a challenge when we know who’s going to win?” Nayef laughs mockingly and with that they’re both stomping over to the kitchen. The rest of you remain still for a second to process whatever’s just gone on. From one friendship-breaking event to another. Hakim stomps back in and he looks at the pair of you as if it's obvious what you’re supposed to do.
“We’re gonna need some judges, aren’t we?” He pushes you both into the kitchen with a shake of his head.
“Please try not to murder each other this time!” you sigh and they both look up with surprise.
“This man is my brother! I would never even think of such a thing!” Nayef gasps, placing a hand on his chest in offence. Hakim gives him a little side hug and you would be more convinced by the display if you hadn’t sat through as many of their tantrums as you had already.
At first, things start off well for both of them. No one spills anything, or scalds their hands. There hasn’t been any bickering over utensils and ingredients courtesy of Nayef always keeping a fresh stock of everything he could possibly need. Even before the competition began, you knew who you were going to pick as your winner. It was very simple for you. You’re content with that choice until you see something out of the corner of your eye. You don’t think you believe it so you quickly look up to what Hakim is doing.
As soon as Nayef and Kurt realise, they too break out into a fit of giggles while Hakim smirks, cool as you like. You think you counted 5 cubes of sugar but it could have easily been more, you feared.
The rest of the tea-making session is without any more heart attacks and runs smoothly, albeit the inevitable little spats between Nayef and Hakim. Apparently having the best spoon was a vital part of the experience and it seemed that neither would let up until they found a bunch more of the same spoon tucked away in the back of the cutlery drawer.
Once they are sure they have everything ready, and after a few more minutes of trash-talk between the competitors, they hurry over with the trays with you and Kurt trailing along excitedly. Hakim always flat-out refused to ever order Atay from the restaurants so it was quite rare that you had it, although you were both extremely fond.
You get comfortable as they begin to pour out the tea, the delicate scent of the mint warming up your senses. You get a little too excited before remembering that neither of them are particularly capable culinary wise and your love had a crippling sweet tooth.
As they both attempt to lift the teapot on the pour, their lack of experience becomes all the more apparent as their aim misses the cups and splashes onto the tray. You supposed that they were at least very enthusiastic about the whole thing.
When they finally both manage to fill two cups each, they attempt to show some class by gently placing the cups in front of you both, bowing their heads before taking their own seats.
You would have been more convinced by the display if you hadn’t seen Hakim and Nayef bicker over spoons or the eventful uno game before that. Nonetheless. You decide not to make a comment as you and Kurt grab your tea cups at the same time.
You take a precautionary sip, careful not to burn your tongue as you sample the drink. You’re pleasantly surprised by the taste. It's the perfect strength to warm your body up and the taste of the mint is refreshing on your tongue but not too overpowering. You easily finish the cup before taking Hakim’s cup. Again, you still know who your winner is but you humour the petty contest anyway. You glance up and you can see that he’s nervous. Only slightly, no one else would notice but you had spent far too much time with him to not be able to read him like a book.
You treat his cup the same as Nayef, one small sip to get a feel of it and it goes about as well as expected. You can barely taste the mint over the overwhelming sweetness, much like his coffee. One sip was more than enough but you recall the nerves on his face and remember the task at hand. You can almost feel your teeth hurting but you power through and drink it with the same, if not more enthusiasm. Its taking everything in your power to hold back a grimace because the sweetness was almost sharp.
You don’t get another chance to look up at Hakim as you’re drinking but you best bet that his are dead set on you. And he can see that you’re struggling in spite of your best efforts which causes a wave of irrational nerves to overtake him. He knew this didn't matter at the end of the day but still.
By the time you’re both done, Hakim keeps his eyes on the ground, twiddling his thumbs while Nayef looks up at both of you with a proud smirk on his face. He was within his rights to feel that way since his tea-making skills far surpassed his cooking but you had other plans, not quite ready to give him that satisfaction.
“… so?” Nayef asks expectedly and Kurt takes the opportunity to give his verdict first.
“Yeah its kind of obvious…” he trails off, looking at you expectedly and you shrug nonchalantly.
You both go to give your answers at the same time. One expected and the other… less so.
“Nayef” “Hakim”
“Wait WHAT?!” Nayef exclaims, Kurt and Hakim equally surprised.
“I like my tea sweeter.” You calmly justify, a small smirk painting your face as you take another sip of Hakim’s concoction.
“You may as well eat a whole sugar cube!” Nayef yells, you definitely don’t regret your decision now. You look up at Hakim to see him quietly laughing at the situation unfolding.
“Seriously? That’s your final verdict?!” Kurt clarifies, equally surprised but less hysterical than Nayef who’s currently burning a hole through your temple with his gaze as you look to Kurt, nodding surely.
“Yep.” You assure, making sure to pop the p to further irritate Nayef who rolls his eyes.
“I guess its a tie then!” Kurt sighs, shrugging his shoulders and Nayef goes to argue his case again but is thankfully interrupted by his temporary housemate.
“MOVING ON…” he announces, grabbing the TV remote and opening up Nayef’s endless film catalogue. Of course, still sulking but Nayef is eventually able to move on and Hakim lifts himself off of his seat to take his place next to you. He throws an arm around your shoulders and you lay your head on his and the chosen film begins to play. You decide it's only fair that you let the sore loser take his pick after the robbery that just occurred. No pushback from Hakim either although you had watched the particular movie so many times that you practically had the screenplay memorised but you refrain from making any comment.
By the time the end credits roll, it's completely dark out and you and Hakim take that as your sign to leave. You say your goodbyes and Nayef delivers a particularly firm handshake to you on your way out. Again, expected and perhaps deserved.
The car ride home is fairly quiet because babysitting 3 man children was quite the exercise and you had almost completely ran out of energy. Ever the gentleman, Hakim takes it upon himself to carry you to the house once he’s parked and he somehow manages to get the door open with you tucked safely and comfortably in his arms. He gently places you onto the bed, pulling you to sit upright so he can get you into your night clothes. He allows his fingers to ghost over your most sensitive parts as he goes about it, enjoying the way it sends a shiver down your spine while you scowl at him.
Once he gets into his own nightwear, he hurries to join you under the covers, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you into your chest which you happily cuddle into. One of his hands plays with your hair while the other draws smooth circles on your back and you can’t help but sigh out in relief and pleasure.
You yelp as you suddenly feel a small pinch at your side.
“Hey! What was that for?” You whine and he rolls his eyes, still unable to bite back his smile.
“You’re a little liar.” He puts simply and you look up at him, confusion apparent on your fsce s you gaze into his deep brown ones.
“You and I both know that that amount of sugar in my drinks is barely palatable for you. Why on earth did you pick me?” He wonders out loud and you laugh.
“Eh, who cares.” You shrug.
“You’re my husband, you’ll always be my winner no matter what.” You struggle to hold back a laugh at your cheesy words and he narrows his eyes at you. Within a second you’ve borh broken into a fit of giggles.
“The look on Nayef’s face was too good to miss, you know that.” You say as you attempt to catch your breath.
“I know but at the cost of how many cavities?” He jokes and you tuck your head back under his chin. He can still feel you laughing against the soft skin of his neck and smiles at the tickling sensation.
The exhaustion does finally take you over completely and you let out one last yawn before muttering a soft “I love you,” before falling asleep on his strong chest.
“I love you more, sugar…” he whispers. Barely giggling at his stupid little joke, being careful not to jostle you around too much and eventually the eventful day hits him too. He falls into a content sleep for the first time in ages, you nestled in his warmth and hopefully having dreams as sweet as his own.
Hello, loves! It’s been a hot minute but I’m finally gonna be rolling out my fics and getting back to working on all your requests. Of course I had to start with Hakim because he’s a favourite amongst everyone and I’ve been stalling on this one for the longest. Thank you all for being so kind and understanding about everything and I hope u enjoy!!!
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Hakim Ziyech x reader!fem
hziyech ✓
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hziyech about yesterday❤️
user ❤️
chelseafc ✓ 💙💙
user I'm new here, this woman's instagram is private can someone tell me who she is and what Hakim is about her?
user his wife
hziyech She is the great love of my life.
hakimfan Life's goal is to love someone like Hakim loves yn
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yourprivateinstagram_
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youprivateinstagram_ ❤️
user I love you so much 🥰🥰
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user 😍
user they don't ship they don't have fanfic they don't have fandom but they have my heart and i promise i'll take good care of them🫶🏼
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user oh my god... you answered me
hziyech 🥰🙏🏼
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hziyech ✓
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hziyech My princess 🤍
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user there is no more perfect❤️
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hziyech ❤️
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hziyech ✓
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hziyech 👨👩👧
user 😍
user Hakim made a great choice
userbr apaixonada em vocês
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hziyech ✓ I love you beautiful❤️😚
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💕Fluff 💔angst (no smut)
MY MASTERLIST
Antoine Griezmann
WHAT THAT PINK HELL💕
Hakim Ziyech
SECRET OUT💕
FIRST MEETING💕
ONLY ONE CAN HAVE HER💔💕
ONLY ONE WAY TO DO THIS💕
SPECIAL TIME WITH SPECIAL PEOPLE💕
IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY, WHY JEALOUSY part1 ?💔💕
Pablo Gavi
FIRST MEETING💕
Robert Lewandoski
THIS IS ALL MY FAULT💔💕
Jude Bellingham
BECOUSE I LOVE U💔💕
Kylian Mbappe
FIRST MEETING💕
I WOULD LOVE TO💕
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Nikah and first hug with Hakim Ziyech (if you are muslim and know what I mean 😭)
Our First~Hakim Ziyech
*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*
you have no idea how happy this request made me. anyways I don't know a lot about nikah but I tried my best. this is super short sorry
keep sending in your requests <3
you can request from my prompt list
this is my master list
players/drivers I write for
Read this to understand: Nikah literally means conjunction or uniting. In the Islamic legal system, it implies a marriage contract in the presence of a minimum of two males. So its basically a Muslim marriage
In Muslim cultures, there isn't supposed to be any physical contact between a man and a woman before marriage. Now, all Hakim and y/n had to say was 'I accept' three times, and signs their contract, before they would be able to hug each other, for the first time in the 2 years they've been talking and seeing each other
(idk what they ask please bare with me)
"do you accept?" the imam asked y/n
"I accept" she said with no hesitation
After saying it three time it was Hakim's turn
"do you accept?"
"I accept" also without hesitation Hakim answered
Both of them signed their contract, and they were then announced as husband and wife.
Veeryone around them cheered, as y/n's mother ushered her to hug, her now husband
Hakim got up from his seat, opening his arms, before y/n placed herself inside his arms. She felt herself melt into his arms, as he placed them around her waist, while she wrapped hers around his neck.
"oh how long I've waited to hold you in my arms" he mumbled into her ear, making her tighten her grip around him
His scent was intoxicating, making her want to hold him forever.
Her eyes started tearing up, realizing that she just married the love of her life
"I love you Hakim" she mumbled into his neck
He pulled away and pressed a kiss on her forehead, before he rested his forehead on hers
"I love you more darling" he whispered back
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