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yourstory-teller · 1 year

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The ramos one could be something like how he is breaking ankles and injuring people on the field but around the girl he likes he is all soft and sweet, his teammates can't believe it is their same aggressive teammate

Hey bb, thank u sm for requesting!! I'd never written for him before, but it was fun, even though I don't know if I really like this lol

But I promise you I did my best. Hope you enjoy it ♡

Tame the beast

Part of the players were moving in a frenzy. It was normal for this kind of thing to happen during a game, it was to be expected. There were just some people who crossed the line, or got really, really close to it. Some would say close enough to start something.

Ramos walked incessantly towards an opposing player, forehead pressed against his, while the other man kept stepping backwards, trying hard not to trip. "The fuck do you think you're talking to? Huh?" His voice changed considerably at times like this, so much so that even his own colleagues feared the things that he could do. After all, whatever happened to him could harm the entire equipe.

What happens is that, during a play, the Spaniard had made a tackle that directly hit the opposing player's ankle. After that, instead of helping him up, or apologizing, he scoffed, as the other laid down on the grass, complaining of pain. Obviously, the guy wasn't very pleased.

Some of both men's teammates moved to intervene and, after much painstaking, managed to pull them back. Sérgio mouthed an "Hijo de puta", before walking away. Well, it could be much worse, honestly.

Perhaps less than an hour later, everyone had already moved to the dressing rooms. The buzz was loud and between laughs, jokes and screams it was almost impossible to actually hear each other.

Neymar was the first to miss his friend. In the midst of what they insisted to call a conversation, he discreetly nudged mbappe and leaned in to speak close to the boy's ear. "Where's Ramos?" he asked, then saw Kylian move his head to look around the room, just like he'd done a few moments earlier. "He's been away for a bit, right?" "Right." And with a kind of unspoken agreement, they both got up and started walking towards the back of the room, close to the lockers.

When they were already farther away from the shouting of their mates, a much more subtle and smooth voice could be heard. And when I say smooth, I mean smooth. It sounded eerily like someone speaking a few good octaves higher than what they would usually sound like, like when you're talking to a baby, or a dog.

It took them a while, but they gradually did recognize that voice. "Is this-" Kylian started, but the older man was quick to bring a hand over his mouth.

"I know, honey, I'm sorry, but he started it!" Sergio sounded like a kid being scolded and the two secret listeners did everything they could not to burst out laughing. What a time to be alive.

"I miss you too, baby. But I'll see you soon, right?" This time, the tone used was much lower, almost pleading. He most definetely sounded nothing like the number four they had just seen and heard out on the pitch. It was almost ridiculous to imagine that it was the same man.

"Okay, anjo, I'll call back later. Love you." Ney's eyes widened and he quickly grabbed his friend by the arm to avoid being caught snooping around.

That's when they noticed. Glorious moment.

To say that they laughed about it again and again and again, was an understatement. Neither of them spoke about that with the others, but they didn't need to, anyway. They would eventually find out themselves.

As said, Sergio got to see you not long after that. You had gotten a few weeks off and, of course, would spend as much of that time as possible in the company of your handsome boyfriend. You had arranged everything, every little detail together, and his anxiety was almost palpable, even over the phone.

So, like the hopeless romantic that you were, you decided to surprise him by arriving a few days early. It was cliché and could be very predictable, but you still hoped he wouldn't suspect a thing. He didn't. When you showed up that day, right after a match his team had emerged victorious from, he was as incredulous as you imagined he would be, perhaps a little bit more.

You calmly walked over to your boyfriend while the others were still busy cheering around. He was standing still, seemingly in disbelief of the fact that you were actually there, within reach, for the first time in a while, too fucking long, if you asked him. But when you were just a few steps away, looked like it finally hit him and Sergio was immediately grabbing you into the tightest, warmest embrace, that you missed so much.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and allowed yourself to get lost in the feeling of being at home.

When you pulled away, just enough to look into his eyes, he stared back with such apparent adoration, that it made you dizzy. Your foreheads now rested together, his lips brushing against your trembling ones. And as he whispered how much he loved you and that he had no idea how he managed to endure all this time away from you, you could feel his tears flowing down your own cheeks.

That's when everyone noticed.

After that, the other players teased him to death. Light hearted jokes, of course, even though sometimes they did carry a hint of envy. Whistles and kissing noises, but it just didn't bother Ramos. The only reaction he'd show was an eye roll and, occasionally, a slight blush that took over half of his face.

"So, Ramos, is she going tonight?" Marquinhos asked, eyebrows dancing suggestively. "We know she's going, he can't even breath without her" "He's whipped, doesn't even deny it"

It would be impossible for you to realize that there really was such a big difference between Sérgio Ramos on the field, and Sérgio Ramos when he was in your company. To other people, however, this discrepancy seemed more than obvious.

Of course, he wasn't really a violent person in everyday life, at all. He was a serious person and somewhat closed off, sometimes even frowning, but not violent. On the field, however, it was a completely different story. When he wore the team's shirt, his presence on the field was nothing short of threatening, in many ways. Sérgio was a great player, fast, skillful, but, above all, an aggressive player. And this was the man the team was used to.

Maybe that's why it was so shocking for them, seeing the two of you together.

Right after a tough workout, or another bitter defeat, which wasn't uncommon playing for PSG he would crawl into your open arms and completely melt, like putty against you.

"It's amazing" You'd hear a whisper, coming from, you just knew, probably Neymar. "She tames the beast." It took a lot of effort and a maturity that you definitely didn't have, for you not to chuckle.

It was funny, yes, but also flattering and, in a way, gratifying, to know that there was a side of him that was kept just for you, and no one else.

"Come on, babe, we're gonna have fun." Your grip around his waist was tight and you moved so that your chin was resting on his chest.

While spending the season with him, you learned that it was common for the players to gather after some more intense training sessions or a few matches, sometimes to celebrate, sometimes to lift their spirits and feel more invigorated to get back to the fight. These weren't really parties, but more like get-togethers, albeit relatively ostentatious and considerably eventful.

"We can have fun here!" You sighed, despite the smile that made its way to your lips. "I know, but we're gonna have plenty of time to stay here. Please, love." You insisted once more, giving him your best attempt of some puppy eyes, but he'd always been better than you in these type of things. He sighed and rested his head back against the pillows, closing his eyes.

You found yourself smirking as he looked back at you, an amused glint in his brown orbs, which now looked almost black. It all happened so fast and you honestly don't know how, but in a second Sergio was hovering over you, strong arms pinning yours against the mattress. It was easy to notice how there was still so much care and delicacy in how he held your wrists.

"Fine" He lowered his head until his lips were ghosting against the corner of your mouth. "But after that, it's gonna be just us. In this room. For a long time." You couldn't control the giggle that rumbled through your ribcage. "Si señor."

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findingnemosworld · 7 months

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𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬/𝐫𝐮́𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐨, 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝟕 𝐨𝐫 𝟖 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲'𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬. )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐬 𝐱𝐨𝐱𝐨

" Are you sure you’ll be ok? "

Sergio, who held their seven month baby girl in his arms huffs out a breath before rolling his eyes at his wife’s unnecessary concern, she was asked called in for a work trip which would see her leave to Italy for about a week and a half, " Amor, we’ll be fine ok! she’s going to have fun with me, not to mention the entire training center adores sweet Bea "

Beatrice babbles happily while she cuddled into Sergio’s embrace eliciting a smile from him and his wife who says, " You know I’ll always be concerned " she sighs, " Make sure she’s probably fed, I left bottles in the fridge for you to warm up and … no staying up late ok "

" I got this don’t worry " Sergio assured her before he and Beatrice saw her off to the airport then returned home.

The following weeks were spent with Sergio taking Beatrice with him to the training center, the players as well as the staff doted on Beatrice who was quiet and reserved as opposed to babies in that age, he’d then take her to the park, along with a few trips back to Sevilla to spend time with his parents. All the while he’s ensuring she had the best time, he also made sure to keep his wife updated.

He sent numerous pictures throughout the week, and was delightfully surprised by her posting one of them on her social media account.

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝.

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Rúben picks up his eight month old daughter Violetta in his arms and smiles at her, " It’s just you and me princess, your Mãe just travelled " he states, gently taking her to the bedroom, where he placed her inside of the crib, " You know I miss her already and it hasn’t been twenty four hours since she left "

He’d been married to Y/N for three and a half years and was blessed with Violetta eight months ago, those three and a half years were full of bliss and elation, akin to three months that passed by ever so quickly.

Violetta babbles, while Rúben continues talking, " I love your Mãe so much, always had adored how hard working she is but I hate these work trips no matter how long or short they are, not having her around makes the house feels lonely, don’t get me wrong, we are both blessed by you, but she’s the light that keeps the house afloat "

The next two weeks, Rúben was able to juggle through and divide his time between taking Violetta with him to training, as well as taking her out to the park as well as play dates with the other babies, he was grateful for the presence of his teammates who aided him to ensure the weeks were much more facile, while doing so he made sure to update his wife with photos, and funnily enough three days before she left he finds one of the photos on her social media profile.

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝.

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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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Hey angel! I’ve loved all the Sergio fics you’ve written! Can I request reader being younger than him and dating him but she’s never been with anyone in bed so she has her first time with him please? And he’s very sweet and patience and he never forces himself on her please? Thank you 🙏

𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 [ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, Minors DNI ]

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader

Word Count : 2.3k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: This took me so long because I have never wrote NSFW before, but ya knowwww first time for everything right? ANYWAYSSS I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, currently covered in college work so as of now uploads will mainly be on weekends. Thank you for your patience c’: ♥

You are head over heels in love with Sergio Ramos, a man who makes your heart skip a beat every time you see him. You love the way he laughs, the way he talks, and the way he looks at you with those warm, affectionate eyes. Every moment spent with Sergio feels like a blessing, whether you're going out on a date or simply spending time together at home. You feel like you can be your true self around him, and he accepts you unconditionally for who you are. When you're apart, you find yourself daydreaming about Sergio, thinking about all the wonderful moments you've shared and all the exciting adventures you have yet to experience together. You can't wait to see him again, to hold him close, to feel his warm embrace. Despite the media's constant attempts to portray you as being with him solely for financial gain due to your 3-year age difference, it is obvious that you are madly in love with him.

You walk into your home to the delightful aroma of delicious food cooking in the kitchen, and as you approach, you see Sergio donning a chef's hat and apron, fully engrossed in the art of cooking. You laugh as you ask, "What's cookin' good lookin'?" while admiring his chef attire and thinking how adorable he looks. You informed Sergio before you left earlier that you didn't want to go anywhere for your anniversary because you simply wanted to spend time with him and him only. Despite your current fame as a model, your upbringing in poverty left you with the belief that you shouldn't spend a lot of money on pricier items. Sergio believed that by preparing a meal for you, he might add some personal touches to the evening as he is aware that you don't like to flaunt your riches or eat at upscale establishments. With a big smile on his face, Sergio greets you with a warm hug and kiss, then turns your attention to the kitchen table, where he has set up a beautifully decorated table with candles, flowers, and your favorite music playing in the background. As it was a beautiful day outdoors when you were shopping, you are wearing a yellow sundress and white sandals to show off your newly painted toes. You smile and lean forward to take in the fragrance of the flowers, " Cariño, no tenías que hacer todo esto (Honey, you didn't have to do all of this)," you say. "I have to, of course. Las princesas siempre deben ser tratadas como tal. ( Princesses should always be treated like one.)" Your smile is still present as you shake your head. He has always been a gentleman towards you.

“You didn't find anything you liked?,” He questions seeing you don't have any shopping bags as he places a plate of delicious tomato and basil bruschetta, drizzled with olive oil and balsamic vinegar in front of you. “No, I didn't find much… Thank you baby,” you respond as you pick up the piece of bread, biting into it. As you savor the flavors of the freshy tomatoes, Sergio tells you how much he loves you and how grateful he is to have you in his life. "Cariño, solo quiero que sepas cuánto te amo y te adoro. Nunca me hubiera imaginado hace dos años que estaría con un ángel como tú. (Baby, I just want you to know how much I love and adore you. I would have never imagined two years ago I would be with an angel like you.) You are the most important person in my life, and I cannot imagine my world without you. Cada momento que pasamos juntos es un tesoro que atesoro con todo mi corazón. (Every moment we spend together is a treasure that I cherish with all my heart.)" Hearing his sincere remarks, you pout your bottom lip as his love and affection fill your heart. “Te amo y te adoro tanto, mi amor. (I love and adore you just as much, my love.) Thank you for being there for me and for showing me your unending affection.”

After you finish eating your "appetizer," Sergio takes the plate from you and puts it in the sink. A few minutes later he brings out a succulent roasted chicken, perfectly seasoned and cooked to perfection. He serves it alongside a colorful medley of roasted vegetables, including carrots, zucchini, bell peppers, and rice. He knows chicken and rice is your favorite and you dislike eating items that are too heavy on your stomach, so he thought he could cook it with a bit more of his personal touch. Given that you are often the one cooking and that if not you, he hires a chef, you are taken aback when you see the plate in front of you. He removes the chef's hat and coat he is wearing, hangs them up in the kitchen, and then sits across from you. “Let's eat shall we?,” he says and you eagerly nod. Throughout the dinner, Sergio keeps you entertained with his charming personality and witty jokes, making sure you feel loved and cherished. Overall, the evening is a perfect celebration of your love for each other, and you couldn't have asked for a better partner than Sergio Ramos.

The two of you went into the living room after supper to watch a movie and drink wine. The wine bottle is empty by the time the movie is an hour into it, and the two of you are making out.

Moaning against his lips, you are straddling his waist and exchanging saliva. He presses you into him by placing his hands on your ass and starting to rock you back and forth. Although dressed in jeans, he has a noticeable bulge. You start to experience intense arousal, and you decide that this is the night you want him to take your virginity. Two years have passed since you two started dating, and those two years have been full of love, charm, and happiness. Just as you wanted to see all of him, you also wanted him to see all of you. Sergio never makes you do anything you didn't want to do; he always asks you first before moving forward. The way you are leading the kiss and pressing against him a little more firmly than usual has given him the impression that you might go farther this time. Normally, after you two make out, he goes into the bathroom to satisfy himself with his hand.

"Want take this to the room?" you ask as you gently pry yourself away from him. He pants as well, asking, "Are you sure?," because he knows you already know what that will result in. You nod while biting your lower lip. As he pulls you up, he presses his lips once more against yours and gives you a tender kiss. You wrap your legs around his waist as he proceeds towards the bedroom. He kicks open the bedroom door, groaning into your lips as he lays you on the bed. When your dress rises, he crawls on top of you, lovingly kissing your neck before laying his hand on your exposed thigh. He rubs your thigh and asks, "May I?," edging ever-closer to your panties. Your panties are soaked just from him stroking your thigh and the earlier things he did. You bite your lower lip while nodding. "Words my love," he raises his head and begins to nip at your earlobe. After your makeout session, you still can't catch your breath as you pant out, appearing to be out of breath, "Yes, my love." He presses his lips once more on yours while massaging your clit with his hands as he glides over your underwear. Your gasp from the unknown wonderful sensation allows him to slip his tongue inside your mouth. You thrust your hips upward to exert greater pressure on his hand, which makes him sneer in defiance of your demands. He bites your bottom lip, pulls back a little, and mumbles against your lips, “Princess is so eager, huh?,” before releasing go. He stops touching your panties, gets out of bed, and starts to unbuckle his belt and take off his shirt. He needed his boner to be released because it was throbbing and felt trapped against his pants. He unzips his pants and lets them fall to the ground as he flings his belt to the ground. You start to fear you can't handle him as you open your eyes slightly in response to how huge his bulge was, but the tingling sensation between your thighs told you otherwise. As you spread your legs wider to allow him to fit between you, he leans back on top of you and presses his lips hungrily back against yours. Only the thin cotton of your damp underwear and his boxers were in between the two of you, so you can feel his boner more intensely. He moves your panties to the side and runs his finger over the wet slit before inserting one of his fingers. As your legs tighten up against him, you gasp at the sensation. He gently pulls his lips away from yours as he enjoys the sound of your small moans against his ear. He keeps moving slowly until he thinks he can add another finger. When he finally does, you whimper in pleasure. You had touched yourself before, so you are not entirely naïve, but his fingers felt very different from yours. You start to press your hips against his fingers in an effort to get him to move more quickly, but he resists. Instead, he reclines and asks, "Are you sure you want to do this? " while gazing down at your face. With love in his eyes, he continues, "If you're not sure, it's okay, darling.

You nod your head, determined that this is what you want, “I want it. I want you.” Sergio has always made you feel comfortable throughout the entire relationship and by him reassuring you that it is okay if you do not want it only made you want him even more. You love this boy with your entire heart. He kisses your forehead, nodding his head as he begins to kiss and suck on your neck, more than likely creating hickies, as he begins to slip off his boxers. Once his boxers are off, he begins to slip your panties down as well until they are completely off. Once they are off, he rubs his tip against your slit to lube it up with your wetness. He kisses you on your lips, “Tell me if it is too much, Okay?” He says, causing you to nod your head. He begins to slowly push his tip inside, the feeling being uncomfortable for you as it was a weird sensation. Meanwhile, Sergio is trying not to cum already from the tightness of your pussy wrapped around his tip. He groans against your ear, causing you to feel turned on even more. He begins to slowly thrust his tip in you back and forth until your pussy welcomes him more and more. Your legs begin to clench against him, you pant softly as you tremble underneath him. Maybe because you are a secret masochist, but the slight painful but pleasurable feeling made you feel so good. “I love you so much, you know that?,” He whispers against your ear as he continues to go deeper inside of you. By now, your mind begins to feel cloudy as you are only focussing on the feeling of him entering inside of you. He makes sure to go slow, until now, he is about 2 inches inside of you. He feels himself not being able to fully go inside as your hymen was restricting him. “Princess this may hurt a little bit, but I promise itll feel okay after?,” he says as he kisses your forehead. You nod your head biting your bottom lip softly as he wraps one around your neck forcing your head to press against his chest. He thrust harder inside of you, causing your hymen to break, and allow him to get half way inside. You wince harshly as you grip his sides, a shaky breath escapes your lips. Sergio is using all of his internal strength to not bust inside of you as you squeezed him tightly. As he lets go of you so your head can lay back on the bed, he begins to whisper sweet nothings into your ear and remain still so you could get used to his size before he continues on. A few minutes pass and you begin to move yourself up and down, hinting you wanted him to continue on. He gets the memo and continues on, thrusting inside of you slowly until he is fully inside of you.

As the minutes pass, you become more at ease with him inside of you, and the pleasure outweighs the discomfort, and you are able to adjust yourself. Your dress hem is now up to your belly button as you throw your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. This allows him to push deeper into you, which makes him groan, "Damn Y/N you feel so amazing." You moan next to him and enjoy how his long, firm cock stuffed you.

The rest of the night followed by the both of you not just having sex, but making love.

Sergio has always been deeply in love with you. He is completely smitten by you and can't imagine his life without you. And of course, you feel the same way about him as you two have a strong and loving relationship. Sergio feels incredibly lucky to have been blessed with you in this lifetime, the one who loves him equally as much as he loves you. He is grateful for the love and joy that his girlfriend brings to his life, and he looks forward to a future filled with happiness and love.

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footballffbarbiex · 2 months

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The Single Parent Series.

Me? In love with the concept of a baby daddy? Always.

Mixed players rather than one series about one player. Enjoy. If this goes well, I'll be happy to take more of these requests.

Darwin Nunez: his little girl loved Darwin's braids and wants her own but he can't do them. A trip to the hairdressers results in a hair style class.

Leon Goretzka: his best friend is the only one who can calm down his toddler and Leon has to admit his feelings when it becomes too much.

Leon Goretzka: Leon finds himself falling for a woman who is part of his daughter's life, but the age gap between them proves to be an issue.

Marco Rose: Marco is stressing over his daughter's ballet recital and so in comes the bestie to help him stop stressing.

Marco Rose: Moving back to Leipzig, Marco finds out that his child's favourite teacher just so happens to be an old flame.

Marco Rose: they become friends at the school gates and their children begin to have play dates at one another's house.

Marco Rose: very guarded following a messy divorce and she shows him that he's also very much a man and needs to think of himself too.

Mario Hermoso: best friends and she's there when he needs her the most

Mario Hermoso: Meeting at parent and toddler group.

Mason Mount: after becoming a single dad following a one night stand, Mason's best friend takes part of the hardship and helps to raise the little one.

Mason Mount: your child calls Mason daddy for the first time and even though you're not together, it makes Mason burst with pride.

Mats Hummels: his child comes home from school with news of a school bake sale but Mats cannot bake. Thankfully for him, his best friend is a pastry chef and she can bake.

Oscar Mingueza: he's on a first date when he gets a call to say his babysitter is having to leave due to a family emergency. His date doesn't want to cut it short and is happy to go babysitting.

Ruben Dias: Ruben likes his daughter's ballet teacher but the feelings aren't reciprocated…or are they?

Sergio Ramos: she's Sergio's coach's daughter and when he has childcare issues and has to bring his child to training, she steps up to help with homework.

Trent Alexander-Arnold: she doesn't follow football and has no idea how who he is, and has no idea that he has a child until she hears the little one calling Trent daddy.

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nanaloveswo-men · 1 year

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Can u write one for ramos where he comes home after a long day and his wife just comforts him and they just like stay in bed cuddling JSHCJFHUWCISJJDH IDEK WHAT IM ASKING THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IVE ASKED FOR A REQUEST 😭😭

handsome man - sergio ramos

pairing: husband sergio ramos x fem!wife!reader

summary: after a long day at work, sergio was finally at home, only wanting his sweet wife company.

warnings: fluffy and a little suggestive, nothing explicit

author notes: I WAS WAITING FOR THIS. THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST. I LOVE RAMOS

word count: 1,1k

“i only like to be sweet with you”

Paris was rainy, the sky almost as gray as the color itself. You didn’t have any work, because for some miracle, your boss had given you a couple of days off, so of course you were enjoying your little vacation, in the best way best possible.

You were peacefully laying in bed, watching the new season of your favorite netflix series, almost sleeping in the pillow-nest you had made. Now, the tv noises were nothing more than a background sound for your sleepy mind.

The hours passed flying, and you didn’t even notice when your husband had finally arrived at home, his car brutally parking in your house’s carage.

Sergio was mad, unfortunely, his day was horrible, from the beggining of the day, when he had woken up without you by his side, to the rest of it, when everyone on the psg team were seeing to be trying to get the fuck out of him.

He was stressed. The only thing Ramos needed now, was to have you, his wife, in his arms.

He entered the house, and the first thing he noticed, was the silence. Usually, when he came to home, you were always waiting for him with a sweet smile.”That’s weird” he said to himself looking around.

When he didn’t find you anywhere, Sergio went to you guys bedroom, hoping that he could see you there. Ramos opened the door, and a smile quickly grew into his face when he saw your sleep figure laying in bed. The tv was turned on, your series still going through, and Sergio was quick to pause it, so you wouldn’t miss any part.

Ramos decided to take a shower before going to bed, because he didn’t want to be next to you when he was covered in sweat. Before entering the bathroom, he came closer to you, letting a kiss on the side of your mouth.

You woke up with the sound of the shower on, your sleepy mind taking some time before realsing that Sergio was already at home. You streched your arms and back before getting out of bed, heading straigh to the bathroom.

“Honey?” you called for him knocking on the door.

Not even a minute after, the door was open, and a half naked Sergio was showed to you. He was still a little wet, and you presumed that he had only put his boxer on before opening the door.

“Hey babe, what is in your mind?” Ramos asked when he noticed your silence “Nothing, only thinking about you” you answered hugging him, not even caring about his wet body.

“Missed you the whole day, love” he mumbled next to the top of your head. “Sorry, I didn’t heard when you arrived” you excused yourself “But you should have woken me up”.

You looked right into his eyes, but Sergio was already staring at you.

“Nah, you were so pretty sleeping, I couldn’t do that to your cute ass” he said smiling. “But i wanted to shower with you” you puckered your lips “Sorry babe, I didn’t know about your horn intentions” he kissed your mouth.

You tried to get out of his embrance, to defend yourself from his accusation, but Sergio didn’t let you go, so you started to laugh.

“I didn’t have any intention! Let me be free!” he was holding you tightly. “No, I had an awful day, and now I really need my wife to comfort me”.

“I don’t think that I want to comfort you” you teased him “Oh no, I really think you want to” he said with a smirk.

You two shared a sweet kiss, your husband’s hands carissing your cheeks with love.

“Being with a bunch of men the whole day made me miss you more than ever” he said when you stopped the kiss “Everyday you say this” you smirked “Because everyday i only miss you more and more” he pecked your whole face.

The room was filled with both of your laughs, you two walking in the bed direction, still in a tight hug.

“You’re such a pain in the ass Sergio” you said when he was finally laying on top of you.

Ramos took adventage of the position you two were in, putting his head on your chest and passing his arms around your body. You couldn’t do many things with Sergio’s body on top of yours, so you were happy to just run your fingers through his hair.

“Bad day?” you whispered. “Yeah, also a long one” he said back.

Both of you stayed in silence for a moment, just cuddling and enjoying the presence of each other. You were looking at your husband’s face, admiring how handsome he was.

Sometimes, you would caught yourself thinking about how luck you were for having such an incredible husband like Sergio, but what you didn’t know, was that very often, Ramos would think the same, how someone like him, could have such a perfect wife. In the end, both of you were simple in love.

“You are so handsome my love” you said with your eyes shining “That’s funny, because I was thinking the same of you” he looked right at you.

You couldn’t help but smile, in all those years you were with Ramos, he had always treated you with nothing but love and kindness.

“I wonder what people would think if they saw you like says” you hummed “Like what?” he asked resting his face in the corner of your neck.

“Like a baby” Sergio pinched the side of your waist “Wait! Let me explain!” you giggled with his actions. “I’m listening, but you should be careful with your words, love” he teased.

“Well, everyone is used to see you like a beast on the shields, but they don’t know that you are actually a sweet boy” you tried to explain without smiling. “Oh shut up, i have to scare my enimies” he tried to defend himself “And i like to be know as a beast” he said proud.

“I only like to be sweet with you”

“C’mon babe, you are so cute!” you said almost dying from happiness. You got his head with you hands, pecking his whole face with a bunch of kisses. “I love you so much!”

“I love you too honey” he answer smiling at you.

You went back to the same position you were, with Sergio on top of you, his head on your chest, and now, your hands were carissing not only his hair, but his also his face and neck.

After a long and stressful day, Ramos was finally in a good mode, nothing could be better than his wife company.

#sergio ramos fic #sergio ramos x reader #sergio ramos #sergio ramos fluff #sergio ramos imagine #football blurb #football imagine #football fluff

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hornyramostan · 11 months

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Sick; Sergio Ramos

in which you take care of your insufferable sick boyfriend

If there is someone in this world who is INSUFFERABLE when is sick, that it's your boyfriend. After the sudden climate change, he developed some kind of a cold that has lead to fever.

You got home after work at the evening, when you noticed there was someone in your house. Sergio hadn't told you that he was staying so you headed up to your room and saw him laying in bed covering in sheets and with scarves around him. He turned around facing you. You could notice his red nose, swollen and teary eyes, the shaking produced by the fever, oh poor boy. "Honey, what happened to you?" You said heading to him. "I don't know, I suppose its the climate change" he had a hoarse voice "I think I'm gonna die soon" there he was, always exaggerating "Sergio, please don't be so extremist" "But it's the true, but luckily you are here and I'm not going to die alone" he said grabbing your waist and pulling you by his side where he laid his head on your chest. "I feel bad, I think I should call a mortuary to arrange a schedule to my funeral" "omg Sergio Ramos you can't be so theatrical" you couldn't help but giggle a little at the things your boyfriend was saying "did you take something for the pain?" "yes, but it doesn't make any effect" "oh poor baby, I'm here to take care of you don't worry" "really?" "pff Sergio you are a grown ass man I think you can take care of yourself" you said stroking his hair "pleeeaaasee" he begged as he grabbed your waist tightly "my god, the THINGS I do for you, what do you want? a hot soup? a warm bath? a-" "I want you by my side, that's all" "aawwwwwe you're such and asshole, but I love you too"

The night passed like that. Sergio laying in top of you while you caressed his hair, arms and abdomen while you talked him about your day at work until he felt asleep, and you knew your job was done.

#sergio ramos x reader #sergio ramos icon #sergio ramos #sergio ramos imagine #footballer fanfiction #sergio ramos x girl #sergio ramos x female reader #sick #football imagine #football #psg #real madrid #sergio ramos one shot

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blvzily · 4 months

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New Year’s Baby | Sergio Ramos

Paring: Sergio Ramos x female reader

Warnings: none, just extremely fluffy

Summary: Celebrating New Year with a new member of the family

The two of you recently had your fifth and last child the day after Christmas. The both of you didn’t expect the baby to come the day after, but once you told Sergio you felt contractions late on Christmas, he immediately rushed you to the hospital.

14 hours later, your beautiful baby girl, Valentina Ramos, was born. Your sons were so happy to finally have a sister instead of a brother.

It was a huge adjustment to have another girl in the house that wasn't you. But quickly, that cluelessness went away.

Today is New Year's Eve. You're hosting the party at your house because Sergio said that it'll be easier on you and Valentina.

You were getting your final touches on your outfit when Sergio walked in.

"Y/NI, got the boys all ready?" He said this as he walked over to you and gave you a peck on the lips, which you could help but smile at. Then he saw his daughter lying down on the bed. "¡Aye dios mio! ¡Mira mi linda princesa!" Oh my God! Look at my pretty princess! Sergio gushes over Valentina as he carefully picks her up and gives her a kiss.

"I can't believe she was born a couple days ago, and she's already celebrating New Year's Eve with us!" You add as you caress her hand.

"I know. But this is going to be one of many holidays she's going to spend with us! Right princesa?" His deep voice added.

Soon after, yours and Sergio's family came to your house to celebrate the New Year! All of you ate a delicious dinner, played dominoes, danced, and the adults, apart from you, drank some alcohol.

Then, when the clock struck midnight, the whole house cheered in happiness. You and Sergio kissed your kids and family in good luck! Sergio walks up to you, holding Valentína, and kisses you.

“¡Felicidades Y/N! I’m so happy to have you in my life, and I’m so glad our family is finally complete."Sergio says this as he hugs you. You smile back at him, bringing whatever the new year brings to you with open arms.

¡Feliz año nuevo! I hope yall guys are doing well and I hope the new year treats all of you well! I was supposed to post this last night but I passed out midway writing this 🫤 but anyways my ask box is always open for requests!

#blvzily #sergio ramos #sergio ramos imagine #sergio ramos x reader #Sergio ramos one shot #Sergio ramos drabble

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psgirlie · 3 months

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Face card never declined

#sergio ramos #ramos #sergio ramos imagine #paris saint germain #fc sevilla #kylian mbappe #kylian x reader #kylian x you #sevilla #psg #marco verratti #spain

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zaeliaeve · 5 months

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A/N: not really proof read, sorry for any mistakes. Missed you guys! Let me know what you think.

2009

Surprise, surprise.

The Real Madrid squad had returned again with another victory and it was only smooth sailing from there. The media was eating up absolutely everything they did, and now it was talks about how could anyone stop this sudden new force?

After that night at the bar the dynamics hadn't changed much there was a noticeable difference of lightness, like Catalina wasn't like a deer in headlights at the sight of Sergio anymore, and they were more and a even level.

The entire team was looser now, and now it was growing into a family like dynamic. Inside jokes and horrible nicknames, it was a good time to be apart of Real Madrid.

The team were flying back from yet another game, tired but victorious. Not like they expected anything less.

Catalina had gotten a bit more accustomed to flying now, only really getting anxiety during landing and takeoff, which was a big improvement from her first flight.

She found herself scrolling through the hundreds of pictures she took at the away game as Karim sat to her right loudly grumbling at some game.

She was so focused she didn't notice the footsteps of someone in front of her. "Switch me seats" Sergio tapped Karim on the leg; pillow and blanket stacked in his hands.

Karim looked up from his vintage Gameboy up to the defender with confusion. "Why, Gordo?"

"Because I said so."

The Frenchman tsked at his answer and pulled his head back into the game "Gotta give me a better reason than that, and throw in a please too while you're at it."

Sergio rolled his eyes and clutched his white fuzzy blanket tighter, his knuckles turning white. "You can be petty all you want but Raúl wants to bet you in Escoba so move."

Karim shoulders perked up at the mention of the game and he eagerly switched the off button on his Gameboy. "Fine, I'll go then but I still want to hear you say please."

"Chúpame la verga" Sergio sneered back, earning a laugh from the forward who stood up from the seat.

"Yeah, whatever crybaby."

With that, Sergio slipped into the seat comfortably and spread his blanket across his lap. Catalina looked over at the Spaniard and greeted him with a small hello, eyes brightening up.

Sergio reciprocated the greeting warmly as he settled into his seat, laying the blanket over his legs. Catalina set down the book she was reading into her lap, growing tired of the stillness of being in an airplane. "Let's play a game." Catalina suggested causing Sergio to turn his attention to fully to her.

"Sergio are you sitting on my jacket?"

"No, and I'm counting that as one of your questions."

Catalina let out an offended gasp. "That totally doesn't count."

Sergio put his hands up as if it out was out his control. "I don't make the rules, I just follow them. Looks like you only have 6 questions left."

Her ponytail bounced as she shook her head. "You absolutely do not follow the rules, like ever! That's so unfair."

"So is life, sweetheart."

Catalina let out a huff of defeat, avoiding the loud thudding in her chest that seemed to happen whenever the defender was around- much to her dismay. "It's my turn now, since you just went. Hold on, let me think of a good one." Sergio paused for a couple seconds before continuing.

"When is the last time you fought with someone?" Sergio asked seemingly genuinely interested to know the answer.

"With you, like 30 seconds ago." Catalonia easily answered.

Sergio raised an eyebrow. "You call that a fight?"

"Yes I do actually and I'm counting that as another question too by the way." Catalina beamed, proud of herself for being able to get payback.

He let out a small whine before faking applause and a bow. "Okay, okay you got me. Go on then, it's your turn." Sergio conceded easily.

"What's your blood type?" Catalina asked just to get a reaction from him, but he didn't even bat an eyelash .

He didn't have to think about it before answering "White, black, and gold."

Catalina let out a giggle and crinkled her nose. "You're such cornball sometimes. The team definitely payed you to say that."

The words bounced off of him like nothing, his smile never faltering.

"Five questions left." She reminded him with a smile.

Sergio took another couple seconds to decide what exactly he wanted to ask but grinned like the Cheshire Cat when he came up with one."Who's your favorite on the team?"

"I have no favorites, I like everyone equally" Catalina responds instantaneously, but she knows Sergio won't accept that answer.

He clicks his teeth with disapproval, arms folding together loosely. "We promised to be honest to each other in this game. You should just tell the truth and admit it's Kakà."

Catalina hums as she takes a moment to really consider her options but would feel guilty truly landing on anyone. Of course there are ones she speaks with more than others but at the end of the day this is her job and she's on a good level with them all.

But, after all it was Sergio and he wouldn't be satisfied until she gave an answer, even if it was a cop out one. "I really like shooting Cristiano. He's very photogenic and never turns me down when I ask if I can take pictures of him." Catalina said honestly, purposely avoiding the word favorite.

"He never turns you down for pictures because he'll take any opportunity he can to stare at himself" Sergio quips back teasingly.

Catalina figured it's best to say nothing else and move on. "It's my turn!"

"When's your birthday?" Catalina asks with her head tilted.

Sergio closes the airplane window halfway with one hand as the sun sets, the once bright blue sky now a strong orange color that was so vibrant it was almost blinding to his eyes. "March 30th" he answered, eyes squinted.

She stuck out her lower lip as to say awww. "You were almost a spring baby."

"When's yours?" Sergio asks back.

"September 27th."

Sergio's eyebrows raise. "That's a week away, why didn't you say anything before?"

Catalina shrugs her shoulders. "I don't really do much for it anyways, it's not a big deal."

"It is a big deal, you only get one birthday a year and you should celebrate getting to that age- coming that far and having made it though all. Your family and friends should be there to enjoy a special occasion like that. It's important that you don't let your youth pass you by and you take the time to enjoy it with those who matter most. " Sergio protested his tone dropping now from lighthearted to serious.

She couldn't help but grin at him, putting both hands above her heart and clutching. "That's very sweet-"

"Cállate y hazme más preguntas."

Typical Sergio. Catalina laughed and moved on as if nothing happened, but it stayed in the back of her mind.

One week later and on the actual day of Catalina's birthday not much had happened. Her parents had offered to take her up to Barcelona so they could go see their extended family for her big day, but maybe it was her newfound general distaste for Barcelona that was being instilled in her through her job or her plain introverted heart but she decided to stay home while the rest of her family gallivanted up to Catalonia.

She had received short birthday well wishes from them however, for which she was still grateful for. The entire day was spent living her normal routine, shooting for the Madrid team and going home but this time to an empty house.

No one on the team had known, her not mentioning it to anyone and no one saying anything until her uncle had told her " Feliz cumpleaños!" while she was still setting up her camera. and it ended there.

Catalina tried to keep her mind focused on other things, trying to assure herself that this was like any other day, just a day that she just so happened to be born on, but Sergio's words kept ringing in her head even though a week had passed.

Don't let your youth pass you by.

Is that what she was doing? She was sending herself into a doom spiral of harsh thoughts all centered in her loneliness, all centered on her inner insecurities.

Am I content being alone or am I so used to it that it doesn't even bother me anymore? She had thought.

Luckily, the day was almost over and she could just go to sleep then pretend this day never happened until the next year when the spiral will start once again. That was until she heard loud knocks at her door while she was lying on her couch snuggled up in a heavy blanket.

It had scared Catalina like it would scare anyone else getting an unexpected visitor in the night, but the moment she looked through the glass in her door her worries were relieved.

The first thing out of Sergio's mouth isn't an explanation or even a hello. But then again, Sergio was never one for many pleasantries."Twenty-two now? I'm gonna have to get you a walking cane and reading glasses next year " His lips are upturned in a playful grin.

Catalina's shoulders slumped down and she released a sense of tension that she hadn't realized she was carrying all day. "Did you forget you're a year older than me, abuelo Ramos?" Her smile was now matching his, wide and teasing.

"Right, that means I'm your elder so you have to respect me and do as I say" Sergio chuckled before his eyes dropped down to her pale pink pajamas with cartoon characters plastered all over them from head to toe.

Catalina could practically feel his eyes burning holes right through her, she felt naked and exposed in a way that made her want to hide. "Bugs Bunny, cute. It suits you" He piped with a halfway smirk.

She felt her cheeks heat up and suddenly found it hard to make eye contact, aiming to look closer to the ground now. "Thank you. I obviously wasn't expecting to see you or I would have put on something a bit less..." she struggled to find the right words. "-childish." Is what she finally settled on.

He shook his head like it was nothing. "You can wear whatever you want it's your day, birthday girl." She could practically feel his eyes burning holes through her body.

"Only for another thirty minutes" She reminded him, crossing her arms together in an attempt to hide the cartoon characters plastered all over her torso.

Sergio smiled brightly and held up the white plastic bag that he had been holding in his hand. "Then I came just in time. I have candles, jello, whipped cream, and sprinkles. The only store open didn't have any cake so I had to improvise."

Catalina's eyebrows raised, her lip pouting out with surprise. "For me?"

He scrunched his nose and feigned looking around for another person. "Who else?"

The door creaked as it was pushed open to make room for Sergio, Catalina happily stepped to the side. "Come on in."

Sergio smiled at her and stepped inside, taking his shoes off as he entered the house leaving him in his socks. They gathered at her dining room table, Catalina running into the kitchen to get utensils and plates while Sergio took out each item from the bag.

"I cannot believe you actually came here. That you put in all this effort just for me. Thank you Sergio." Catalina told him as she set the plates down at the table.

He shrugged like it was the easiest thing in the world. "Maybe your uncle will bitch at me a little less when I fuck up if he sees me running around the whole city for his niece" his tone is deadpan and his eyes trail up from the jello to look at her.

Catalina stills for a moment and he watches as her face drops, eyelids wide and lips parting slightly. Sergio brings his knuckles up to her nose and squeezes lightly, a small laugh escaping him. "Relax, kitty Cat. It's a joke. This is our secret so let's just keep it between us, okay?"

Her eyes lighten up and the corners of her lips perk back up. "Okay, deal."

Sergio's gaze drops as he spreads the whipped cream onto the gelatinous dessert. "That's settled then. Now, be a good girl and take a seat in the big chair so I can sing you happy birthday."

The jello cake had been better than expected, the both of them managing to scarf down almost all of the pretend cake with just the two of them.

They chatted for a bit about work, both of their yawns becoming more consistent until it became evident that his time there was coming to an end.

This was such a grand gesture, such a nice thoughtful thing to do she didn't know how to address it properly, especially not with someone like Sergio.

He wasn't one for mushy-gushy things but it felt appropriate in a circumstance like this. As they talked about next weeks schedule for the team, she found her mind slipping into what exactly to say to him.

It must have been Catalina's nerves that got to her, because by the time he was getting out of the chair to go to the front door she still couldn't muster up the courage to say what she wanted to, not that she even really knew what that was.

Sergio gave her a quick hug goodbye before he was out the door, Catalina left alone in her thoughts as the door shut behind him

Her thoughts kept getting louder and louder before a big wave of adrenaline it her, and all she could think was run!

" Wait-" Catalina called as she ran out of her house, barely having time to throw on slippers before she chased him down the sidewalk.

Sergio turned around on the heals of his feet, stopping directly in his place as he watched her charge towards him. His eyebrows knitted together with confusion, assuming maybe he forgot his keys of wallet, but she only kept running like it was the most urgent matter in the world.

Once she got half a step away from him, she stuck her arms out and wrapped her arms around him tightly, burying her head in his chest. Sergio froze for a moment out of pure surprise, but Catalina didn't let go.

The hardness of his chest pressed up against her cheek and the warmth of his body melted her soul and made her mind fuzzy.

Overcome with emotion, her vision became blurry and she let out a shaky breath. "This birthday was the most lonely day of my life, and you came when I really needed it. It felt like everyone forgot about me, and I thought I didn't care but now I know I do. I'm so grateful you came, thank you."

It was as if the breath was knocked out of Sergio by her words, his breathing slowing down. "Catalina" Sergio called softly.

His hands laced in her hair as he held her smaller frame, scratching lightly at her scalp in an attempt to soothe her. In all honesty he was unsure of what to say, on what he could possibly say to make the situation better.

He thought carefully before speaking again. "I did it because I wanted to. Because that's what friends are for."

Friends?

The word brought a smile to her face so strong she don't think anything could break it.

"I really don't know what to say, this is just so unbelievably kind-" she started before being pulled into something hard, muffling her voice.

Sergio squeezed her tightly into his chest and kept going until she was squirming in his grip, letting out a quiet whine. His chest heaved as he laughed over her screeches.

Once he got the reaction he was happy with, he squeezed her a bit tighter before letting her go. Catalina let out a gasp of air and pushed his sides lightly. "Why do you like to torture me?" She wasn't annoyed at all, a hint of playfulness in her voice.

"Because I like how you look when you pout."

He even didn't have to look at her to know what her reaction was, her dark round eyes now wide and lips agape and he wasn't wrong.

"Get some rest, Goodnight, birthday girl" Sergio bent down and pressed his soft lips against each of Bianca's cheeks, lingering a beat longer on the last cheek before pulling away nonchalantly, flashing his straight teeth to the girl.

Although it was a common way to say hello or goodbye in their shared native land, it made her chest warm and her breath hitch in all the best ways. "Goodnight, drive safe."

They gave one last small wave before he turned around to go to his car again, this time Bianca not stopping him as he disappeared off into the black night.

Catalina showed up to the training grounds like any other day, a special white badge dangling from her neck and a dark black camera bag strapped firmly to her side.

Something seemed to be off though. From the moment she stepped into the building everyone was acting off, gaze lingering a bit too long or not long enough. Even the security guard made her feel out of place, which was something that she hadn't felt in a while with that team.

Not to mention half the players seemed to be gone, suddenly all disappearing off into different rooms or quietly running through the back hallways. "Catalina!" Marcelo exclaimed once she stepped onto the pitch, jogging over to her.

His overexcited tone startled her, causing her to jump a bit before making eye contact with the left-back. "Oh hey, how are you?" She smiled at him before going to open her camera bag to start getting her stuff out.

"I'm great! The real question is how are you? " Marcelo emphasized, his eyebrows knitting together with concern.

Weird. Catalina raised an eyebrow but nonetheless didn't push on the matter further. "I'm feeling okay, just a bit tired from last night."

Marcelo pressed his lips together inquisitively. "What were you doing last night?"

She froze at the question, starkly remember Sergio's direct instructions to not mention their time together the night prior. There was a slight pause as she tried to think of a quick excuse, landing on the first thing that game to mind. "I was folding my laundry."

He didn't seem to buy it, and her tone didn't help much either. "All night?"

She faked a sense of casualness shrugging her shoulders. "I had a lot of laundry."

It was obvious that it was best to change the subject because there was no hope of saving it, not to mention the quietness of the field was so uncharacteristic that it became loud- an eeriness hovering over the pitch."Where is everybody? We're missing so many people it feels like a ghost town."

"Some are getting their physicals. I've already done mine so-" He stopped mid-sentence his eyes following elsewhere behind her, whatever was happening back there clearly throwing him off guard.

Catalina craned her neck to look at the distraction but Marcelo quickly grabbed her shoulders to grab her attention again, shaking her rapidly. "Don't you just love Real Madrid? The best team in all of Laliga, no, the whole world! Hala Madrid! ...y nada más" He practically jumbled out.

She awkwardly laughed, letting herself be shaken. "Hala Madrid but why the sudden team spirit?"

Marcelo stopped shaking her abruptly and his hands fell to his sides. "Not sure, just felt a surge of it run through me all of a sudden."

With that, he went back to practice like nothing happened.

Another fifteen minutes passed but at least these minutes were mostly normal, her snapping a few pictures of Raúl doing a few crossbar shots and him jokingly asking her to delete the ones of him completely missing completely.

At least he wasn't being weird today, she thought.

"Cat!" A voice called, although she didn't have to look up to recognize from the voice that it was Kaká.

She got one last fast snapshot of the players practicing before turning her head to him, He swung his hand implying for her to come to him, a wide smile greeting her kindly. It was hard to ever say no to such kind eyes.

Catalina was there in a flash, pushing her camera into her bag and zipping it shut. "Hi," she said once she was in front of him.

He laughed a bit and his eyes met hers. "Hey."

There was a pause before he asked, "Do you want to get lunch with me? Pretty much everyone is gone and I don't want to eat alone."

Her lips pulled into a downward smile, "Nice to know I'm your first choice."

Kaká ignored her teasing sarcasm and responded genuinely. "Don't be like that, I really do like spending time with you."

"Did I hear about lunch? I'll come too!"

"Me as well."

Suddenly Raúl and Marcelo were trailing behind the pair as they walked down the hallways, Cat not noticing as a few more people joined in as well. Kaká slipped his way behind Catalina at some point, her serving as the head of this randomly formed human snake of people behind her.

She pushed the heavy cafeteria door open and the moment she did multiple loud pops went off, bright rainbow colors flying so much it almost blurred her vision.

"Feliz cumpleaños!"

There awaited Karim, Cristiano, Casillas, Xabi, Pepe, and the other members of the team along with a few of the coaches and staff holding balloons, confetti poppers, and wearing cheesy multi-colored birthday party hats, a big streamer hung above their heads.

They looked happy as can be, screaming her name and using the last of the confetti. It was like they won their first game all over again, pure electricity and good energy filling up the room so much it might explode.

Tucked in the corner was Sergio with a used confetti cannon in hand, grinning proudly as Catalina yelped in shock before screeching with pure joy, throwing her arms around the first person she saw who just happened to be Kaká.

He laughed hardily and wrapped his arms around her, patting the top of her head. "I needed an excuse just to get you in here. Poor Marcelo had to rough you up just to distract you while I was bringing in the cake" He explained into her ear.

It all made sense now.

All the weird whispers, disappearing teammates, loud silences. It wasn't all for nothing. They took the time to do everything for her.

It makes her eyes prickle with tears. This was the sense of community she was searching for her whole life, and it felt like it was finally in her hands.

"Thank you so much for everything, I don't even know how to thank you." Catalina grinned brightly.

Kaká shook his head, his famous caring smile still pulling at his cheeks. "No, don't thank me. It was our fault for not knowing in the first place. I promised I wouldn't tell whose idea it was to have this party, and I am a man of my word."

In the corner of her vision, she could see Sergio watching her with a glint on his eye.

#sergio ramos #football fanfiction #sergio ramos imagine #sergio ramos fanfiction #football imagine #real madrid #soccer imagine

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humanitysstrongestsoldier1 · 11 months

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𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 | 𝑅. 𝑆𝐸𝑅𝐺𝐼𝑂 x Reader

TW: death, depression, talks of mental health

AO3 LINK!!!

Summary:

He was mine, and I was his...so how could he leave me in desperation. of his gentle touch.

A Sergio Ramos Fanfiction

(idk how else to summarize you just have to go for it)

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Notes:

Flashbacks in Italics!!!!!

I had a random burst of motivation to finish this up, so don't leave me hanging.

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I stood in front of his grave; an arm was wrapped around my waist, trying to comfort my crumbling soul. My best friend had passed away and left me in a god-forsaken world. He was my soul, my passion, my breath, and my existence. He was my home, and now my home was destroyed. He welcomed me into Madrid and made me feel like I was loved, so I followed him everywhere, even to Paris, but I can’t follow him to death. Can I? Should I?

A voice brought me out of my inner thoughts. It was Achraf, who had his arm around me. He gently whispered into my ear, " Ya qamar (my moon), do you wish to stay longer? I can send someone to grab you, but I must leave for his farewell ceremony. I know you want to stay with him longer, and I respect that. Stay as long as you need to; Neymar can come to pick you up."

I didn’t speak because my throat couldn’t bring out the words I needed to say, so I nodded my head. Achraf kissed my temple and bid his last farewell to Sergio.

I felt the crowd around his grave dissipate, and I stood alone with cloudy skies surrounding me. It was going to rain. The cars drove off, and I was there with Sergio. Just him and me. I read his epitaph, which stated, "Sergio Ramos: Brave, Committed and Passionate, a player who left his mark on the world." He didn’t just leave a mark on the world; he left a mark on my heart. He was the other half of my soul, and now I'm just half of what I used to be.

The funeral home was silent. The thunder roared, and the droplets of rain touched my cheeks. I looked up at the sky, wondering if there was truly heaven and hell. And if there was, had Sergio made it to heaven? Could he see me? Did those red cards make him go to hell instead? No, he was too sweet for that to happen. I looked down once again at his grave and went behind his stone. I sat down in the mud with the stone touching my back and sighed. I hadn’t let a tear fall from my eye since the moment the doctor declared his death. I thought about all the memories I had made with him.

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(Flashback, At Real Madrid)

I was rushing to the medical room with all the reports in my hand. I didn’t even notice the tall man in front of me until I bumped into him and fell on my arse.

"Ouchhh. I’m so sorry, sir!" I spoke quickly, worried I had gotten into big trouble.

A large hand came in front of my torso. I looked up, and it was THE Sergio Ramos. He had an amused smirk on his face as he said, "Sir? I’m not quite old yet, darling. I apologize for knocking you over like that. Here, take my hand."

I took his hand and thanked him. He towered over me with his tall body and said, "I would guess you are going to the medical room, the least I can do is escort you there."

I nodded and smiled, and he chuckled while moving next to me to escort me to the med room.

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(At a café a couple of years later)

I sat with a pen in my hand and papers and coffee on the café table, evaluating the report on Sergio’s health. I was a Registered Nurse who officially worked for Real Madrid CF, no longer as an intern. Sergio sipped his coffee in front of me while staring at me with adoring eyes.

Sergio cleared his throat before breaking the silence: "I have a proposal for you, one that I wish you to accept."

I let a small chuckle out before responding, "As long as it’s not marriage, I’m in."

His eyes widened with shock. "You think me that horrible!?"

"More than you know."

He laughed at my response and said, "No, it’s not marriage, mi corazon (my heart), but it is a proposal of becoming my personal medical assistant and coming with me to PSG."

I dropped my pen and looked him in the eye. "I accept, and I will follow you to the depths of Paris, even though people say it stinks."

"YES! YES! YES! And as for the stinky part, you will get used to it. After all, you got accustomed to my sweaty ass."

I burst out laughing, and he joined me. Together, the sounds of joy echoed throughout the cafe we called our second home.

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A loud thunder shook me from my memories, and I realized it was now storming. My tears had blended in with the water from the rain and were now part of the weeping sky. I slowly remembered what I was thinking about previously, and a sob left my trembling lips. The warm tears were dropping down my cheeks nonstop, and I was running out of breath. My body shook with pain as I clenched my head and bent forward, screaming as the thunder roared. The skies were matching my pain; it was an ironic scene. I kept screaming and crying until I couldn’t feel my surroundings anymore. Suddenly, I couldn’t feel the rain on my body, and I felt someone standing next to me. I looked up, and it was an umbrella shielding me from the roaring skies. The wielder of the umbrella was Neymar. I looked at him with eyes full of tears, which he reciprocated. Neymar bent down to my level, and I rested myself in the warmth of the crook of his neck. Neymar whispered words of consolation to calm me, but I kept crying, clutching onto his shoulders.

“It’s okay minha vida (my life) I’m here. I will always be here. No matter what.”

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(A couple of weeks later)

A voice called out to me from outside the darkness of my room. I sat near the seat by the window, staring at the rain that reminded me too much of Sergio’s funeral.

"Ya Qamar, please come down! You’ve been cooped up in there for so long." Achraf yelled, trying to evoke a response.

I didn’t respond. I hadn’t spoken to anyone in so long, and it got to the point that Kylian was scared for my mental health. He tried to send a therapist, but that didn’t work out right, so instead they individually tried to speak to me. Neymar would come by often, lending a shoulder to cry on and a hand to hold. He would never say anything but just sit with me and hold me in my grief. Achraf was more of a communication type of man; we would talk, but it wasn't like how it was before. Even then, he would try his best to pique my interest. Kylian was a gift giver, he would always bring something of my liking to cheer me up. Sometimes it would bring a small smile to my face, but that smile would dissipate quickly. Lionel came by sometimes with sweets made by Antonella’s gentle hands; those would lift my mood just a bit.

I heard fast footsteps run up the stairs, and a knock came before the opening of the door.

Achraf came over to where I was sitting and rested his hand on my shoulder. "Hayati, please, you must take care of yourself." He urged me, kneeling at my level.

I sighed and looked away from the rain outside to meet his gaze, but before I could, a wave of nausea hit me. I jolted up and ran to the bathroom, spilling my guts into the toilet bowl. Achraf did not waste a second to run over and pull my hair back. After I was done, I flushed and went over to the sink to clean up.

"This is what I mean! You haven't been taking care of yourself! I'm taking you to the doctor." He said, worriedly.

"I'm fine, Achraf; there's no need." I tried to explain.

"You have no choice. Get dressed, or else I will take your books away."

With that, I had no choice but to listen. Those books were my escape from this wretched reality, and I couldn’t let them go. So I got up and picked out some clothes while Achraf waited outside.

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(At Doctor)

I sat on the examination seat with Achraf standing next to me with a hand on my shoulder.

The doctor pushed up her glasses and said, "Miss, we have evaluated your symptoms of nausea, tenderness, and fatigue, but we wish to quickly do an ultrasound so we can see if you may have any abnormalities. Is that okay with you?"

I gave a light nod and agreed to the test. The doctor moved us to the ultrasound room, and I lay back on the chair. The cool gel felt strong against the lower part of my stomach, but I had to bear it. The scanner moved across my lower torso and made a small noise at a certain spot, as if it caught something.

"Ms. Y/N, you’re pregnant!" She said, shocked.

My eyes widened greatly, and I gasped at the screen. I saw a little life clutching on to an opportunity to be born into this world. There was no question of who the child's father was, because he was the only one I ever made love with. The doctor cleaned up the gel and spoke some words that I couldn't fathom due to my shock. Luckily, Achraf was listening attentively and making sure he got every bit of information from the doctor. She left us two in the room to speak quietly.

"Did you know?" Achraf whispered while holding my hand gently.

"No, I didn't. I'm so scared, Achraf, I don't know what to do." I shakily said this while tears blurred my eyes.

He brushed his thumb on the back of my hand to console me and said, "May I ask you who the father is?"

I sniffed and wondered if I should tell him. Would he change his feelings about me? Would I be called a liar for saying he was only my friend? Disregarding my thoughts, I spoke with a quiet voice.

"Sergio…"

Achraf’s eyes widened, and he took a deep breath in, saying, "Okay..okay, I'm here alright. I'm not leaving you. Whether you decide to keep it or not, I'm here."

We both sat in silence for a while and decided to head out to the front for another appointment.

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(Flashback to the night)

Sergio sat next to me with his eyes on the screen of the movie we were watching. My place was an escape after a match was lost. He would come over, and we would eat ice cream, watch movies, and have a sappy sleepover. He seemed way too out of it tonight because it was a major loss.

"Y/N… am I a bad player?" He asked quietly.

I paused the movie and turned to him, and he did the same. "Why would you say that?"

"I missed a major clearance, it was right there, and I missed it. How could I? I cost the team the damn win."

I sighed and pulled his arm to me so he could be in my embrace. "Even the greatest of us make heavy mistakes, but a mistake doesn't define your worth, it never can. We are humans, and we make mistakes, it's part of our nature. You are perfect, one of the best defenders of this generation, and don't you forget that. Don't you ever diminish yourself." I whispered into his ear, feeling him relax his tension at my words.

He pulled back from the hug and raised a hand to caress my cheek, and before I knew it, his warm lips touched mine. My eyes widened, and he realized what he had done and pulled back.

"I’m so sorry, Y/N, I didn't mean- fuck, I'm so-"

I stopped him right there and pulled him back into the kiss while moving to a position where I was sitting in his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist. He melted into my touch and reciprocated my kiss, slipping his tongue in. His hands roamed my waist, and as I tried to move even closer with that, I felt something hard under my hips.

I broke the kiss and looked at him with heavy lids, "Wanna take this to my room?"

He looked at me with shock and asked if I was 100% sure, and without a second's hesitation, I agreed, because I would always trust him, no matter what. And so he lifted me, while my legs were still wrapped around his waist, to my dark room, where we would bask in each other's glory until the light of the sun reached us.

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(Timeskip- back home with Ney, Ninja Turtle and Achraf)

After I broke the news to them, Neymar, Achraf, and Kylian all sat with me in the main room in a heavy atmosphere. I decided to break the silence and explain how this situation happened. I explained to them how that day they had faced such a horrible loss at a game and how Sergio would come to my place whenever he felt down. That specific day was the day that they lost a major trophy. I told them how he came over and we were just relaxing, until things escalated to the point that we ended up naked and in each other's arms by morning. I affirmed that we were such close friends that we wouldn't have to question our relationship with each other. After explaining, I took a deep breath and revealed a small secret.

"He wanted me to be his girlfriend…he died before he got to ask me. I found a promise ring with a small letter engraved in gold with the words ‘be my girl’. That's why I always wear this ring. So a part of him is always with me." I spoke with a shaky voice. "I trusted him with my soul and I trusted him with my body, and I don't regret that night because neither did he. So please, don't take me for a liar."

Kylian, who sat next to me, gently grasped my hand and said, "We would never, we are your friends as well, and we aren't leaving you, ever."

I looked at him with tears filling my eyes, and I smiled. For the longest time ever, I finally smiled. Without missing a second, I hugged him, disregarding time and relishing his gentle warmth. We all sat in a gentle space, ready to take care of each other, no matter the cost.

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(At hospital)

"Ms. Y/N. We must have a natural birth. A cesarean section is not possible in this situation. Agree to this so we may proceed." The nurse spoke with urgency as I was transported to the labor and delivery OR.

Through gritted teeth and pain, I said yes, tightly gripping Achraf’s hand as he ran with the bed.

We were quickly transferred, and I wanted to get this kid out of me as fast as possible because the pain was so deadly. The pain in my lower belly and back felt like fire. The doctors and nurses were ready and had also given Achraf the right sterile materials to help me with this process.

He tightly held my hand as the doctors urged me to push and push. I kept trying and trying, as it hurt so much. I fell back, drenched in sweat.

"I can't do it, Achraf; it hurts like fucking hell."

He took his other hand and pushed my hair back from my sweaty forehead and kissed my temple before saying, "You must, for us, for him. Hayati, I'm here, and so is he."

With that, I gave a final push and heard a cry… He was here. The gentle child who carried both Sergio and my heart, blood, and soul. The doctors snipped the cord and handed the crying baby to me, who calmed at my touch—a mother's touch.

"Congratulations! You have a beautiful, healthy baby boy!" The doctor spoke. "May we have a name?"

I looked at Achraf, who gently smiled and nodded.

I took a deep breath and looked down at the baby. While smiling, I said, "Sergio Ramos Jr."

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(Timeskip)

"Mom! There's someone on the phone for you." Junior yelled from the other side of the house as I read in the small library in our house.

He ran over quickly with the phone, and I thanked him with a hand over his brown locks. He scurried away to play with his new toys that Neymar had gotten him earlier this week. I looked at the unknown caller and took a breath before answering.

"Y/N Hakimi speaking, how may I be of assistance?"

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End Notes:

aite bye bye

hope her marrying hakimi was a lil shock

#sergio ramos x reader #sergio ramos imagine #sergio ramos one shot #football #sergio ramos x y/n #sergio ramos fanfic #football imagine

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findingnemosworld · 6 months

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𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩 ( 𝟏𝟏 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧.

To say she was puzzled would be a trivialization, for the past three weeks she would walk into her office to find a singular tulip along with a folded note and a cup of coffee, from the café she would frequent almost every single day - at first, she didn't think much of it yet as it continued on, along with the notes, she couldn't help but feel both flattered and nervous as it seemed that she had a secret admirer, an admirer that had no plan of unveiling themselves anytime soon much to her frustration, this had prompted her to keep an extra eye over every single player as she would be out capturing photos of them, she'd mostly paid attention to the younger players unsure of who could the secret admirer be? blissfully unaware that the secret admirer was right under her nose the entire time.

His return to Sevilla was meant to be distraction free, yet the last thing he had expected was to have his heart stolen by the team's photographer, Ivan and Jesús had raved about her so much so that upon meeting her, everything they'd said did no justice to her incredible persona, she was considered to be the 'little sister' to most of the players; he understood why, aside from her talent in photography - she was the most helpful person he'd ever seen, almost always lending a hand to someone when they needed a hand.

He was in love, madly in love yet an invisible barrier laid between them, the barrier in question being the obvious eleven year age gap, with him being thirty seven; her being twenty six.

His age, despite his impeccable physique had always been an underlying issue for him, an issue he refuses to face as most if not all of his previous affairs had ended for the most outrageous reasons possible, hence why upon meeting her, the fear had returned in full force forcing him to take another route entirely, arriving early to the training center to ensure no one spots him as he leaves her a singular tulip ( based on Ivan telling him that she loved tulips ), a coffee cup from her favorite café and a note professing his fondest emotions towards her.

He watched as the weeks rolled by; had even tried to gather as much courage as possible to showcase his love yet it seemed as if she did not view his affection, instead brushing off every attempt as that of a friend rather than an individual that is hopelessly infatuated with her, it wasn't facile by any means especially given the fact that he'd seen the younger players swarming around her like bees to honey, yet it did not deter his desire to make her his, he just needed to try harder.

She, on the other hand was growing rather frustrated - three more weeks had flown by with the exact same routine, only this time there was a sweet treat next to the coffee cup every morning, what’s worse — it was her favorite sweet treat, a mint chocolate chip cookie from the same bakery she always frequents, who was this person? she wonders to herself before her thoughts were interrupted by the familiar sound of her friend Ivan Rakitić.

" Hey what’s wrong? " Ivan asks, walking in to find her staring at the contents on her office which caused him to chuckle and add on, " the secret admirer again? "

" It’s not funny Ivan " She groans in frustration, " Six weeks and I'm still lost here “

" Have you tried asking? " Ivan suggests.

" Oh yeah, like that’ll work " She mutters sarcastically, " I’ll just go up and say, hey are you the one that’s been leaving stuff on my office table? "

Ivan laughs, shaking his head. " You’re in quite the dilemma then! "

" I just don’t understand who would like me much less be a secret admirer " She states, confused by the situation.

Ivan knew, he knew who it was yet the situation was too good for him to spoil the surprise, he smiled then said. " Maybe it’s someone you don’t expect "

She chuckles softly, " It can’t be you cause you’re married, It can’t be Navas cause he’s also married, obviously not the assistant coaches cause they’re old enough to be my fathers which leaves … " her smile falls, eyes widening as she whispered. " No "

Ivan held back a grin, " What? "

" No no … no " She repeatedly shakes her head, refusing to believe that out of everyone he’d be the ‘secret admirer’ — she looks up at Ivan who’s watching her, " It can’t be Sergio, can it? "

Ivan shrugs, " I mean … this inicident did start after he joined "

" But … how? " She wonders finding it extremely arduous to believe that Sergio Ramos, the Sergio Ramos would be interested in her especially given the fact that she’d always admired him ever since she started watching football. " It’s insane "

" That’s falling in love dear sister, it’s unexpected and insane; to be fair, Sergio wasn’t making it hidden quite well … " Ivan states.

" What do you mean? " She asks, confused by his statement.

" He’s the first to greet you, the first to talk to you, is always asking about you and I am not joking when I say, his eyes are always on you, how come you’ve never noticed it? " Ivan wonders.

She frowns, her brows knitting as she thinks back to the past few weeks, trying to connect the dots yet everything seemed blurry. " Sergio is … he’s … and I’m me " she mutters.

" Sergio is human, and so are you — he just so happens to be in love with you " Ivan said with a knowing look.

She looks at Ivan, " Did he tell you anything? "

Ivan shakes his head then chuckles, " I told you, it’s not exactly that hard to tell, I’m surprised you haven’t paid attention "

" Ivan, I didn’t exactly expect the guy who’s a lot older than me to be interested in me " She states, still trying to comprehend what she heard. " There’s like an eleven year age gap between us "

" So? " Ivan asks. " You’re an adult "

" Who’s eleven years his junior, someone like him would normally go for mature glamorous women, not someone like me and I’m not fishing for pity but it’s hard to believe " She said.

Ivan sighs softly then says, " Listen, you just have to confront him ok, find a proper moment and confront him "

" And if I’m too much of a chicken to do it " She retorts.

Ivan laughs, " Then you resort to other methods "

" Such as …? " She trails off.

" Here’s what you’ll do … " Ivan begins as he recounts his idea while she listened intently, nodding in understanding at what he had suggested, she wasn’t certain if it’ll work but what’s the point of wondering if you don’t try it out.

" Are you sure about this? " She asks.

Ivan nods, " Yes, it’s not going to be easy but it’ll work "

She sighs, " You better hope this doesn’t fail "

Ivan grins, " It won’t "

Later that evening, she was in her office working on the last set of photos when a knock on the door caused her to look up and find Sergio standing there, her heart suddenly flutters as she offers him a soft smile and said, " Hi Sergio "

He smiles back, " Hi muñeca, why didn't you go home yet? "

" I just have a bunch of photos I need to edit " She states with a nervous giggle, " You? "

" I was going to ... but I saw that you're still here and well " He chuckles, " If there's one thing my mother taught me, it's that a woman shouldn't be left alone anywhere at night "

His words caused a dust of pink to coat her cheeks, " Oh, she raised a gentleman then, a gentleman who just so happens to like to break player's legs " she giggles.

He laughs at her remark then replies, " It's a Sevilla thing "

" Mhm " She laughs as her gaze shifts back to her laptop.

Sergio decides to sit across from her, " Muñeca, do you mind if I ask you a question? "

" Not at all " She smiles softly then adds, " What's up? "

He grows silent, gnawing on his bottom lip for a brief moment before he said. " I have - or um ... my friend has this problem, it's not me "

She looks up with a raised brow, curious by his statement. " ok? "

" You see, I have this friend who is um ... he has a big crush on this girl he works with, but he's insecure about telling her his feelings " He said. " What do you think he should do? "

She hadn't noticed it then, yet now - his eyes were speaking to her more than they'd ever did. " Well .. " she begins, " Did he try to ask her, to get to know her? her likes, dislikes? "

" He did, well ... kind of, but the thing is, his age is what he's insecure about, she's younger than him so he thinks she's better off with a man her age " He responds.

Her brows shot up, " Oh? " she paused before adding. " Maybe she's into older men "

" Well she didn't exactly tell him cause she sees him as a friend " He said.

She hums then nods before saying, " Maybe he didn't look harder "

" So should he? " He wonders.

She nods softly, " Yeah "

He nods in response then stands up, " I guess I'll tell him then muñeca, thank you "

She watches as he makes his way out, " Make sure to tell him to be himself, girls love a man when he's his most authentic self "

He grins, " I will muñeca "

A week had rolled around, Sevilla was set to face Real Madrid, a bout everyone awaited due to Sergio's history with the La Liga champions, even she expected a lot of intensity due to the hype the social media created - As the team were warming up, she was snapping photos of them when suddenly she was approached by one of the players from the opposition side, a player whom she recognized as Brahim Díaz - their interaction had caught the attention of Sergio who was visibly displeased by it.

Jesús, who caught his teammate's glares had chuckled then said, " I see someone's jealous "

" Huh? " He said, turning to him. " What do you mean? "

" You're literally murdering the boy with your glares, all because he's talking to her " Jesús states as if it wasn't quite obvious.

" I don't care, she can do what she wants " He murmurs, shifting his gaze back to training.

" You don't? " Jesús laughs, then adds on. " Sure you don't "

Sergio would steal glances her way, ignoring how his heart twinged each time she'd smile at something Brahim said, he then turned to Jesús, " I don't understand, I tried everything but it's like she doesn't see it "

" Maybe she needs a further nudge, like ... you scoring a goal and dedicating it for her? " Jesús said.

" You think so? " He wonders.

Jesús nods softly, " yes, so score that goal and tell her how you feel "

Sergio glanced her way once more before nodding, " I guess I will "

After warmups, the match soon began, tensions were running high on each side with several missed chances as well as disallowed goals that frustrated both sides - allowing the first half to end on a 0-0 scoresheet, she made her way back to her office to change her shirt into a Ramos 4 jersey, covering the jersey with a coat before she returned back out to the pitch.

The second half soon began, with the same intensity - around the 54th minute Dani Carvajal had scored frustrating Sevilla who were now more than determined to fight till the very end and indeed, at around the 63rd minute Jesús Navas scored the equalizer sending the fans coursing with cheers as they rooted for their side to take the win, she watched as Sergio got into a scuffle with Rudiger effectively scaring her for a moment before they were broken apart by their teammates.

As the match proceeded, it seemed as if all hope was lost until the very last minutes, where Sergio was able to score a header that sent everyone into a fit of cheers including her as she watched Sergio run to the corner to celebrate with his home crowd, before he turned to her pointing at her then drawing a heart causing a broad smile to appear across her face, she snapped a photo of him just as the final whistle blew signaling Sevilla's historic win over Real Madrid.

Sergio had shook hands and embraced his former teammates before he walked up to her, " Remember when you said my friend should tell the girl he likes? " he asks

She nods slowly. " yeah? "

" Well I'm standing now to say, that it was me, I was the one who sent you all those trinkets because I wanted you to see that I liked you, a lot but I was scared to admit cause you're just so perfect " He breathed out.

She giggles, " How about you? you're perfect yourself and frankly I didn't think you'd like me cause of our age gap "

" So did I " He laughs.

Suddenly she removes her coat and twirls to show him the jersey, " I guess we were both clueless "

Sergio then tugs her towards him to give her a soft kiss then whisper, " I love you pequeña "

" I love you too " She smiled.

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Could we get a jealous Sergio that ends with fluff please <3

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader

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You were having a fun night out with your girlfriends and their boyfriends. You looked stunning in your outfit and were filled with self-confidence. You and your girlfriends hit the dance floor and danced to the music, laughing and having a fantastic time, while the guys were playing pool.

As you are dancing, you couldn't help but to notice a man staring at you from across the room . You initially tried to ignore him, but he persisted in his gaze, making you uneasy. You told your friends about it, and they tried to help you by standing in-between you and him to block his vision. Nonetheless, the man continued to approach your group closer and closer.

You withdraw yourself from the group so that you can go to the bar and order another drink. While making your way towards the bar, the man approaches you directly, trying to make small talk. "Hey there, gorgeous," he says, grinning at you. "What's your name?"

You felt a pang of discomfort in your stomach as you tried to be polite. "I'm sorry, I'm not interested," you say, smiling weakly.

But the man wasn't deterred. He kept trying to flirt with you, making you feel more and more uneasy. Just as you were about to say something more forceful, you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist.

"Is there a problem here?" came the deep, commanding voice of your boyfriend, Sergio Ramos.

The man looks up and sees the tall, muscular man standing beside you, his expression stern. He swallows nervously, shaking his head.

"N-no, no problem," he stammers, holding his hands up in surrender.

Sergio didn't move, keeping his arm around you possessively. "Good," his voice low and threatening. "Because I wouldn't want my lovely girl to have to pay my bail bond."

The man quickly makes his escape, and Sergio turns to you, his expression softening. "Are you okay?" he asks, his eyes full of concern.

You nodded, feeling grateful for his protection. "Thank you," you say, snuggling closer to him. "I don't know what I would do without you."

He smiles down at you, stroking your hair gently. "You don't have to worry about anything," he says. "I'll always be here to protect you."

You feel a warm sense of love and gratitude for him, knowing that he would always have your back. Together, you continued to enjoy the night, feeling safe and loved in each other's arms.

As you two began to walk back to your car, Sergio's arm still wrapped around you, you felt him tense up suddenly. "What's wrong?" you ask, turning to look at him.

He scowled, his eyes fixed on a man across the street who was staring at you. "That guy over there, he's been looking at you ever since we left. I don't like it."

You rolled your eyes, feeling a little amused. "Sergio, he's just a stranger. It doesn't mean anything."

But Sergio wasn't convinced. "I don't care," he said. "I don't want anyone else looking at you like that."

You felt a flutter in your stomach at his possessiveness. You knew that it wasn't healthy to be so jealous, but there was something undeniably attractive about his protective instincts. "Well, what do you want me to do about it?" you ask, teasingly.

Sergio smirks looking down at you, playfully stating "There's not much you can do, so I guess I will have to just trap you in the house from now on.” Even though he is being playful, you can't help but to believe that if he could- he definitely would.

"You are crazy, you know that?," you chuckle while shaking your head, a wave of affection coming over you.

He smiles and winks at you, "Crazy for you.”

You smile and hug him tightly, feeling his warmth enveloping you. "Oh hush you dork."

While you two continued to walk towards your car, Sergio kept his arm around you, his eyes scanning the area for any potential threats. You couldn't help but feel a little amused at his overprotectiveness, but at the same time, it made you feel safe and loved.

Later that night once you two make it home, Sergio immediately started making dinner for the two of you, his focus entirely on you. You watch him move around the kitchen, his muscles flexing under his shirt, and feel a warm sense of contentment.

As you ate dinner together, Sergio kept stealing glances at you, a possessive glint in his eye. "You know," he says suddenly, "I don't think I tell you enough how beautiful you are."

You blush, feeling flattered. "You tell me all the time," you said, smiling at him.

He shakes his head. "No, I mean it," he says. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, inside and out."

You feel your heart swell with love for him, feeling grateful for his kind words. "Thank you," you say softly.

After dinner, you curled up on the couch together, watching a movie. Sergio held you close, his arms wrapped around you protectively, and you felt a sense of peace settle over you.

As the movie ended, Sergio turns to you, his eyes full of love. "I don't know what I would do without you," he says, his voice low and intense.

You smile at him, feeling grateful for his love. "I feel the same way," you say, snuggling closer to him.

He leans down and kisses you, his lips soft and tender. You feel a rush of emotion as you kiss him back, feeling his love envelop you.

As the night wore on, you and Sergio fell asleep in each other's arms, feeling safe and loved. And as you drifted off to sleep, you knew that no matter what happened, you had someone who would always be there to protect you and love you.

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Jelaous?; Sergio Ramos x reader

i'm which your boyfriend can't tolerate you talking to another guys

(this man's smut won in the poll so here you go)

You were in the car with your boyfriend coming back from the party that his teammate, Kylian Mbappe, had thrown. The air was tense, and the both knew why. You had been talking all night with your best friend Neymar Jr, and this didn't sit well with Sergio who was watching the scene from afar. He accused you of flirting with him at the party. This clearly bothered you, because you knew that it had not been like that, and you felt offended because your boyfriend did not trust you. Being angry with him, you decided that the best thing to do was tease him a little "And if I flirted with him, what?" You could see how he tensed his jaw and replied "You can't flirt with other men" "Why not?" You replied playfully.

In a sudden movement, he turned and entered a service station. He parked and unbuckled his seatbelt "Get down of the car, now" He demanded. "What?" "I said get down of the car, Am I not being clear?" Without answering, you got down from the car and walk to him. When you were by his side, he grabbed your wrist and took you to the bathroom. "Auch, it hurts" You complained "Oh baby, it's nothing compared to what i'm going to do to you now"

Now it was you who tensed your jaw. You swallowed hard and kept walking until you reached the bathrooms. As soon as you both entered the bathroom, you heard the loud bang that the door made when your boyfriend closed it. "Do you want me to make you understand why you can't flirt with other men?" You didn't even have time to respond when he grabbed you by the waist, took you up to the sink and began to melt into a hot kiss. Your legs tangled around his waist, your hands running through his muscular arms while he pinched your waist, making you groan the odd thing. You desperately took off your shirt and bra, while Sergio took off his shirt and pants. Once the both finished, Sergio undid your pants in a move that nearly ripped them off.

He kissed your chest, between your breasts and all down your stomach, leading to your wet pussy "Look at you, so wet for me. I bet that that Neymar guy or any other never have could make you this wet, no?" "Y-you re right babe, now please" "Please what honey?" "Please fuck me so hard that i couldn't walk good for a few days" You hadn't had to say anything else. He introduced two of his fingers inside you making you scream for pleasure. "You like it, don't you litlle whore?" He asked increasing the movement of his fingers inside you. He loved making you feel that way. The image of you moaning, your breasts bouncing, your acelerated breath, was like art for his eyes.

"Enough, now give daddy what he wants" You knew very well what he wanted, so you got down from the sink, your legs were shaking, you knelt down and grabbed his big member and put it in your mouth. Your boyfriend's moans were like music to your ears, hearing him ask for more, seeing him so vulnerable, you loved being in control of him. You kept sucking his dick for a while until he came in your mouth. You swallowed and looked at him "Good girl, now you will have a reward"

You got up and went back to sit at the sink. It didn't take long for him to get inside of you. At first the abruptness with which he did it brought you a few tears, but as he went through the lunges you got used to it. The moans of both filled the room. You started to feel how your legs were shaking and you knew that you were close to coming "Se-sergio Im close" "Me too baby, me too". Before any of you could came, he got off you and rapidly grabbed you by the waist turning you around.

He slapped your ass while entering inside you again. To stimulate you even more, he pushed ti of his fingers inside you. The overstimulation you were going through didn't even allow you to hold yourself well at the sink, your legs had less and less strength and words didn't come out.

Finally, you both came at the same time. You let yourself fall, but strong arms grabbed you and sat you back on the sink while they helped you change, because you had been completely destroyed after what your partner had made you feel.

Once the both finished changing, you tried to get off but your legs wouldn't respond. "I think you took that very literally about fucking me until I can't walk for a few days" you said between laughs, stretching out your arms for Sergio to help you. "Sorry about that beautiful" He approached you and helped you down. You got to the car with him holding you by the waist so you don't fall and you hanging from his neck so you don't fall. The best of this is that you knew that when you get Home, he would aftercare you, like he always do.

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