#Ramos x y/n

[wavypotatochips]

Omg I love the way you write for Sergio, can I request something angsty where Reader and Sergio are dating and she feels like someone been following her for weeks but she never told anyone and one day someone actually tried to harass her like she has a stalker and Sergio finds her crying at home so he gets all protective please? Thank you so much

𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 | 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader

Word Count : 2k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: I am so glad you like my writing style! Of course I can write your request (: I am sorry this took me such a long time to post c': Thank you so much for your patience!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Anxiety Attack, Paranoia, Being Chased, and Suggestive Stalking.

(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’: ♥

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙉𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚.

You tell yourself, "Come on, it's just your mind playing tricks on you," as you pick up the pace. You decided to get some fresh air and visit a neighborhood café for a cup of coffee and a snack. However, as you leave your car and cross the street to the cafe, you can't help but feel eyes on you once again. You try your very best to ignore the feeling by telling yourself that you are just being paranoid, but the unease didn't go away. Every time you left your house in the previous several weeks, whether it was to get the mail or go grocery shopping, you couldn't help but sense that someone was watching you. The eyes felt more like those of a predator, with you as its target, than like normal paparazzi seeking to obtain content. As you thought you could be overreacting, you were hesitant to tell Sergio Ramos about it. Yet, as this feeling grew stronger, you began to suspect that you aren't hallucinating.

You quickly cross the street after checking both directions. The familiar prickling sensation at the back of your neck, the sensation of being watched, returns. Even though you made an effort, it was difficult to shake off. As you quickly open the door to the cafe, you scan around to see if you recognize anyone, but all you see are random individuals going about their daily lives. You could not escape the impression that someone was following you even though there was nobody you could recognize. Your thoughts were plagued by it constantly, like a weight on your shoulders. As your thoughts start to stray, your pulse rate increases as you patiently wait in line. What if someone is really following me? What if they have bad intentions? What if today is the day they will come out of the shadows?, you think to yourself.

The employee interrupts your train of thinking with "Ma'am? ", leading you to look up. You flinch slightly at the sound of their voice and mumble a sorry before hastily approaching the cashier. "May I have one iced Americano with a pumpkin loaf?" She nods and puts everything in, and as you take out your wallet to retrieve your card, the employee says, "Well someone already paid for it so you don't have to worry!" As you heard this, your eyes widened. In order to not appear suspicious, you just gave the clerk a slight smile. "Can you tell me who it was? Just so I may personally thank them." "Sorry ma'am, I don't know," the cashier says while shaking their head. " Someone from the drive-through apparently noticed you and asked if they could pay for you."  You simply nod your head and proceed to the location where you will retrieve your items. You kept looking around, trying to spot anyone who might be watching you. You were wearing clothes to disguise yourself so that no one would notice you, including sunglasses, a cap, and a tracksuit, so you knew that someone pin-pointing you was not a coincidence.

You lightly bite the inside of your lower lip, deciding it would be best to just leave the cafe and return home as soon as possible. Since you had no idea which drink would be yours, you made sure to observe every employee make it, but just to be cautious, nothing was added. Your name is called a short while later, indicating that the employee is holding your order. You swiftly leave the store after saying a short thank you to the employee. As you exit, you take a drink of your iced americano and sigh slightly as the beverage's chilly sensation spreads throughout your body. To get back to your car, which is situated in a medium parking lot, you swiftly cross the street. You are ready to take another sip as you make your way to your car but stop yourself when you notice someone in all black pulling something out from under your vehicle. When you watch the person inspect what appears to be an airtag, your heart seems to skip a beat. They have been tracking your location this entire time. Accidentally stepping on a chip bag as you slowly start to back up causes the person to look up at you as soon as they hear the bag crumble. To prevent you from recognizing them, they are hiding their face with a ski mask. Five seconds pass before they start to run in your direction, which causes you to scream, hurl the coffee at them, and immediately run away from them. Running deeper into the parking lot was not the best course of action; rather, it would have been better to return to the coffee shop. Yet, your feet started to move before you had time to stop and consider. "Y/N, my sweetheart! HOW DID THE COFFEE GO? I HAD BEEN DYING TO MEET YOU AND I KNOW THIS IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE! ILL TREAT YOU SO GOOD MY LOVE" The person yells, prompting your adrenaline to skyrocket. By the way they spoke, this person appeared to be an obsessed stalker rather than someone who was trying to harm you. They kept gushing about how wonderful you are and how they would treat you so well. Running as rapidly as you could through the parking lot, you duck behind a car, trying to mask the sound of your labored breathing while doing so. The figure, who we now know to be a man, was likewise panting rapidly as he swung his head from side to side in an effort to find you. He turns and asks, "My Love, where did you go?" before running the other way. Thank goodness, he fled the other way, and as soon as you saw him go farther than you had been, you sprint to your car.

As soon as you got in your car, you sped off to your house. Should you have dialed 911? Definitely. But right now, all you wanted was to feel secure, and the only place you felt secure was at home. You drove while sternly fighting back the tears since you didn't want to endanger other drivers or yourself. The energy spike from the adrenaline has your entire body shaking, and it keeps doing so even after you go home.

You swiftly pull into your driveway, park the car, and enter your home. Your cheeks start to get wet as the tears that had been pleading to come out finally do. You raise your arms over your head and place your hands on top of your head as you hyperventilate, hoping that this will force air into your lungs. While you recall the events that happened, your mind feels like it is racing at 100 mph. You begin to reflect on all of your suspicions, believing that you were overreacting when, in fact, you were not. Your body continues to shiver as you pace back and forth, feeling increasingly nervous that the mysterious person is watching you in various ways. What if they hacked into your phone? What if there's actually a camera in your house right now? Your overthinking causes your head to pound, and you start crying because you're unsure of what to do. You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that you failed to see Sergio coming your way. Sergio was exercising in the gym room while wearing headphones, so he was oblivious to your entrance. He only became aware of your entrance when he noticed the mirror in the exercise room wobbling slightly as a result of you slamming the door. He removes his headphones, exits the room, and enters the living room while wearing only a pair of futebol shorts. He grinned broadly in anticipation of seeing the love of his life, but as soon as his eyes met yours, his smile vanished and he hurried to your side.

He frantically asks, "My love, what happened?!?" while placing his hands on your sides and bending slightly at the knees in an effort to look into your eyes. When you first saw him in front of you, you immediately embraced him and sobbed into his neck. He was sweaty, but you didn't mind because you just wanted to be near him. incredibly close. Sergio pulls you up by the thighs and walks  over to a neighboring couch. He reclines with you on his lap and gives you a comforting back rub. He waited patiently for the right moment since he knew that in the heat of the moment, it would be preferable to keep silent so you can calm down a bit. You start sniffing around ten minutes later when you eventually start to feel a little calmer. When Sergio notices that you are frowning, he lifts your head off his shoulder to look at your face. He asks calmly, "What happened, my love?," as he uses his thumb to dab the tears off of your now-red, tear-stained cheeks. " Promise not to get angry with me?," you murmur as you delicately bite your lip. "I could never be angry with you."  You give him a slight nod and slide from his lap to take a seat next to him. You started spilling every detail about what had been happening over the last few weeks as soon as you sat down next to him. Whether you check the mail, take your car to be washed, even just watering the garden in the front yard, etc…. you sense someone is watching you. And you just withheld the information from him because you were unsure of whether you were overreacting. You also explained how only when you are with him, and only him, do you ever feel secure.

Sergio's face became more enraged the more you expressed. You were aware that the unknown person was the target of the rage, not you. Sergio is a fiercely protective boyfriend who would stop at nothing to ensure the safety and well-being of you. His anger quickly flared up knowing that you felt threatened. He thinks about what he will do when he finds this man, including beating him until he is reduced to a pulp and forcing him to make apologies to you. How could anyone think they could love you more than he could? When it comes to providing you with the finest, he is the best.

He slowly gets to his feet, making you bite your bottom lip as you wait to see what he will do next. He is now the one who is pacing back and forth. "My love, I'm very sorry that I am unable to provide you with the comfort you may need at this time. I am beyond furious that this has happened to you. When you are not with me, I will hire full-time protection for you." He's starting to overreact now, so you say, "Babe," in an effort to attract his attention. "Well, you know what," he bellows as he continues to ramble, ignoring you. You'll always be with me since you're only comfortable when you are with me. I'll now make sure to always be by your side no matter what.” You call out, "Baby," once again in an effort to grab his attention. “I'll make sure you're able to attend all team practices and activities, or I won't play. Easy as that. Let me just fetch my phone and I'll figure it all out," he says, patting his shorts. After shouting "Baby!" a little louder and getting out of the chair, he eventually stops talking and turns to face you. You approach him and put your arms around his waist while giving him a little smile as you glance up at him in an attempt to calm him down. "How about we buy some Chinese food, cuddle on the couch, and ask Justin to get it for us?"  You give him those puppy dog eyes, trying to get him to agree to text one of the security guards you two already have, "We can talk about this tomorrow when we both are more clear in our heads."  Because of the anxiety episode you just experienced, your mind is clouded, and you can see that Sergio's mind is not in the proper state to be making decisions. Sergio's actions may have appeared possessive or controlling to an outsider, but you were aware that they were motivated by love and compassion. You were pleased to have him as your partner and appreciated his constant commitment to your safety and security.

He exhales, venting his irritation, and then nods in agreement with your suggestion. "Okay, but give me a minute to shower first. I'll text Justin before I enter so that maybe when I exit he will already be here." You give him a cheek kiss while standing on your tiptoes saying, "Thank you, baby."  You didn't want to panic over someone who was nowhere near you right now; all you wanted to do was cuddle with your boyfriend. You will undoubtedly make a police report tomorrow, but for the moment, you only wanted to be with Sergio. He runs his hand through his hair and sighs, " Y/N…..You're going to be the death of me."

[lewisvinga]

football masterlist

jude bellingham

vinicius jr

rodrygo goes

aurelien tchouameni

federico valverde

kylian mbappé

trent alexander arnold

neymar jr

richarlison de andrade

lucas paquetá

pablo gavi

pedri

alejandro balde

joão felix

sergio ramos

diego lainez

kevin alvarez

[iridescentprose]

stuck in neutral - noah diaz x fem!reader insert

summary; you're reek's sister and you can't help but fall for noah diaz.

warnings; none, just fluff!

author's note; i may or may not write a part II to this. anyways, thanks for voting in my poll! expect another one soon!

"So...you wanna tell me how this happened?"

Noah shifted uncomfortably, biting back a wince as you applied the antiseptic to a cut on his forehead. He had scrapes and bruises from only God knows what, and you were determined to get to the bottom of it.

"I fell," he tried, a sheepish smile spreading across his mouth. It vanished almost instantly as he hissed in pain. You refused to give him an apologetic smile for not giving him a warning, as you applied another dab of alcohol to a bruise on his chin.

"You're a terrible liar, Diaz," You said, rolling your eyes playfully before tossing the used cotton swabs into the trash. . You grabbed some gauze and began to wrap it gently around his bicep. "And you wonder why I refuse to ever be your girlfriend."

Lifting a brow, Noah chuckled. "I'm not lying --"

"Were you out stealing again?" You took extra measures to ensure the gauze was firmly around his superficial wound. Eyes remaining on the task, you pursed your lips.

"I ain't no thief. Not like that," Noah said, his voice wavering a bit. His gaze remained fixed on your face, but you refused to look at him. Sensing this, he used his free hand to tilt your chin upwards towards him, your fingers loosening on the bandage as you reluctantly looked into his eyes. "Besides...the only thing I'm stealing are kisses from you when your brother's not around."

Freckles littered his face like stars in the night sky as he smiled at you. It was moments like these when Noah Diaz had you hook, line, and sinker. It was moments like these that made you forget why your proximity was too complicated to explain with words. The details of your relationship were an explanation shoved under the couch, only to be dealt with later.

Just as he leaned forward to steal a kiss from your lips, you gently turned your head, his lips meeting your cheek instead. He groaned in playful disappointment.

"Speaking of Reek," you said, ignoring the bloom of heat that began to manifest where his lips were, "did he have anything to do with this...fall of yours?" You finished off the gauze and cinched it tightly so it wouldn't loosen.

"I mean, he was there...sort of," he said with a shrug and a slight roll of his eyes as if thinking about the event that transpired. "But it was all me," he said, guilt seeping into his features again.

"All you?"

"All me," he confirmed, before standing from the sink. He gently took your hand causing you to turn and face him. Instinctively, you took a step towards him, your faces inches apart again. "But, it's nothing for you to worry about, I promise."

Although you weren't fully convinced of his promise, you let him kiss you.

One of these days being stuck in neutral with Noah Diaz was going to be the death of you. You were apprehensive of driving off with him into the sunset, leaving your friendship in the dust to pursue something more serious. But Noah was persistent.

But just like Noah, you had your brother to think about. You didn't want to possibly ruin their friendship, or make things more awkward than they already were. Despite how understanding Reek could be, you just didn't want to risk it.

"I hope you're right," You whispered, as he pulled back and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Because if I'm going to be your girl, we can't have any secrets between us."

Noah brightened, a slow smirk rising to his lips. "I knew I'd wear you down eventually," he joked.

"I'm not saying I'm your girlfriend!" You said, quickly, the heat returning to your cheeks as he began to laugh. "I said if --"

Too distracted by the proximity of you accepting his numerous past proposals of you being his girlfriend, he placed another kiss on your lips. Your protests were a thought in the past as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

[libraryofloveletters]

SERGIO RAMOS AU SUPREMACY

Sergio being a complete simp for his spanish wife and them announcing a pregnancy of their first kid and him just being all completely about her 😮‍💨

soft husband Sergio??? yes please // all photos are from pinterest

lovin' on me

sergioramos

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sergioramos: el hombre más afortunado del mundo😘 un año de llamarte mia (the luckiest man in the world, one year of calling you mine) 

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ynramos: te amo mi amor♥️

↪️ sergioramos: besos cariño 😚

lukamodric10: love you guys 

↪️sergioramos: love you more hermano

sr4fan: when will it be my turn!!!! 

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ynramos

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ynramos: mama to be 🫶🏽 baby ramos coming soon!

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sergioramos: la mamá más hermosa del planeta. verdaderamente bendecido de tenerlos a ambos. (the most beautiful mom on the planet. truly blessed to have both of you.) 

↪️ynramos: decirle al bebé que su papá es un dulce hablador 😗(telling baby that their daddy is a sweet talker) 

antonelaroccuzo: ¡¡Felicidades!! no puedo esperar para conocer al pequeño ❤️ (congratulations!! can't wait to meet the little one)

↪️ynramos: gracias querida!! 💕

psg: making a mini jersey as we speak, congratulations ynramos and sergioramos! 

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sergioramos and ynramos

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sergioramos: waiting on baby to make their appearance 😘

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ynramos: come help me off the couch 

lukamodric10: still don’t know if I’m getting a god daughter or god son? 

↪️ynramos: either way you’re the god father 👍🏽

↪️lukamodric10: aren’t you supposed to be getting off the couch ? 

↪️ynramos: your friend didn’t come help me yet 🙄

neymarjr: hermosa!!😍❤️ 

↪️ynramos: no me hagas sonrojar 🤭 (don’t make me blush)

user3: congrats!! happy for you guys!!

sr4: can’t wait to see the little one!!   

[kylianmbappee]

Can you write Sergio Ramos incorrect quotes or convos

Sergio: you can't make everyone like you. You aren't y/n

Journalist:not everyone likes y/n

Sergio: who doesn't like y/n?

Journalist: no one, i just-

Sergio: i need names -

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Sergio: well i warned you

Y/n: you did

Sergio: but did you listen?

Y/n:no

Sergio: do you ever listen?

Y/n: no

Sergio: are you listening now?

Y/n: no.

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Y/n *sighs*: no one really loves me

Sergio: are you sure?

Y/n: yeah

Sergio,agresifely pointing at himself :ARE YOU REALLY FUCKING SURE ABOUT THAT?

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Sergio: *does something *

Y/n, possibly drunk *: THAT’S MY BOYFRIEND BITCHES

Sergio: Husband*

Y/n: EVEN BETTER

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Y/n: [does something ridiculous ]

Sergio: Great, like i needed to get any more attracted to you.

Y/n:..what?

Sergio: ANNOYED , ANNOYED BY YOU! THAT'S WHAT I SAID.

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Sergio:i know you must be surprised to see me here.

Y/n: not really, since you follow me everywhere.

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Sergio: Y/n , we tried things your way.

Y/n: No, we didn't.

Sergio: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

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Y/n: Sergio i keep getting sunburned..

Sergio:...

[A Few hours later]

Y/n: Sergio where did the sun go?

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Sergio: shut up

Y/n: or what

Sergio: or I'll marry you

Y/n:

Y/n: * starts yodelling*

[hornyramostan]

Can you write something where the reader wakes up Sergio on the morning and tries to tease him about "trying a new position" and Sergio's horny ass tought it was something sex related but it ended being the reader wanting to try being a defender and playing against his boyfriend 😘🤣

sure! also this request its a good excuse to get back on writing

New positions; Sergio Ramos

it was early in the morning and you woke up next to your beautiful boyfriend. So beautiful that you decided to tease him a little with the thing he likes the most; being a defender "babe" you said trying to wake him up "honey" you tried again, nothing "oh come on Sergio" you lost you pacience and got in top of him in order to wake him up "mmmh what do you want" there he was "I want to try a new position" oh poor girl, you didn't measure the gravity of your words and the effect they had on you horny ass boyfriend.

In less that a second he was on top of you taking his pants off "oh no no Sergio no that kind of new position" you couldn't help but laugh. dumb girl what where you thinking, your horny ass boyfriend NOT thinking about something sexual? oh please.

"what? so what do you mean about new position, I don't understand" you could notice his true confusion, and that only made you laugh more "I meant something football related, not a sexual thing" "wait, so you wanted to play football?? YOU?" all this things were only confusing Sergio more and more through the talk.

"yes honey, I want to play football with you, but I will play as a defender now" now the one who was laughing was Sergio, and you had a confused look "what? why are you laughing?" you asked to him, not understanding why he was laughing, it wasn't something that funny "nothing love, just you thinking that YOU can beat me as a defender"

"you are scared, don't you?" Sergio choked on his own saliva "sorry? IM scared? you should be scared" "why should I be scared?" you asked "because.." he said getting closer to you "if you lose, we'll have to try some new positions, and not in a football way" you'll lie if you said that didn't turned you on, but you obviously wouldn't let him know, so you looked the other way like you were ignoring him "I don't care, because its obvious I'm going to win" you said to him in a confident tone "okay, let's prove it then"

To no one's surprise, your boyfriend won, and by a huge difference. You could said he "broke your ass" on and off the court ;)

weeell hello, it's been difficult for me to write because of school but I will try to do it more often, thank you for reading!

[fritz-federleicht]

Hiiii!

So I don't even know if you're still writing and taking requests, but I really hope you are!

My name is Mandy and I would like to request a Will Ramos from Lorna Shore imagine, ive been struggling to find stories with him!

Maybe you could do some fluff with Will reassuring a jealous reader that he is hers leading some kinky smut (but idk if you write that and if you don't its okay, can keep it fluff)

I really hope you can take my request!

Much love♡♡

Jealous/ Will Ramos x reader

Notes: hope you like it

Words: 872

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The concert is over and your boyfriend's band is taking pictures with their fans outside the building.

You fight you way through the crowd to Will. To get his attention, you grab his shoulder. "Will, do you need something to drink?" You ask him because you are worried about his health.

Will turns his head to you. "That would be nice. Thanks, honey." You make your way into the building.

You go through a few doors until you arrive in a room where there is a table with water bottles. You grab one and walk back the same way.

As you leave the building you look at Will. In front of him is a woman. An attractive woman.

It's not unusual for Will to be around beautiful women, but this time it's different. The way this woman looks at Will. She smiles seductively at him. In addition, her hand is on his upper arm. She wants something from Will, you think.

Will smiles at her and seems to see no problem with this woman touching his arm all the time.

Your grip on the water bottle tightens and you walk angrily to the two.

"Here!" You hold out the water bottle to him dismissively. He accepts it with a smile. When he sees your angry expression, it disappears. His smile, which you always found beautiful.

"What happened Y/N?" You don't answer him, just turn around and leave. Behind you, you hear Will apologizing. You enter the building and go to the room where you got the water bottle.

The door slams shut behind you. You stand still in the room. Tears run down your cheeks. You wipe them away with your hands.

The door opens behind you. "What's wrong Y/N?" You hear Will ask.

A soft sob escapes from your mouth and immediately you feel two arms wrap around you from behind. Will puts his head on your shoulder.

"Why are you crying?" You look down. At his arms that are around you. You put your hands on them and run your fingers along his tattoos. Goosebumps appear. "Y/N?"

He waits for your answer. It is quiet. Only your sobs can be heard. Will can't stand your sobs anymore and turns you around to face him in his arms.

When he sees your teary eyes, his heart breaks. He hates to see you like this. He just wants you to be happy.

"Honey." He puts his hands around your face and wipes the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. His face is desperate. He doesn't know what to do.

His only idea is to give you a gentle kiss on the nose. Whenever he does that to you, you laugh. He hopes that it will have the same effect now. And he is happy when he sees a slight smile on your lips.

He smiles with relief and puts his forehead to yours. You close your eyes. "Now will you tell me why you are crying?" His thumbs circle soothingly over your cheeks.

"I saw you with that fan." You answer in a brittle voice. "You mean the woman?" You nod slightly, not wanting to break physical contact with Will. "What about her?" He asks you.

You exhale audibly. Tears form again. "She wanted something from you. And you looked so happy. I got jealous." You say through your tears.

Will's heart bursts again. Not only because you are crying, but also because you think he wants something from another woman. But you are his everything.

"Don't cry again." He says and wraps his arms around you. "I don't care about other women. I only want you." He murmurs into your hair. "You are the only woman I love."

You sob a few more times. "Thank you, Will. That means a lot to me." You break away from him and look him in the eye.

"You are also the only man I love." Will smiles. "I hope so." His remark makes you laugh.

Relieved, he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. "I like you better like this."

You are embarrassed to have cried over some woman and bury your face against his chest.

Will's body vibrates as he laughs. "Oh, honey. Don't be afraid I'm going to leave you. Women may like my demonic noises, but I'm glad that I convinced you with it." You lift your head and lightly slap his arm.

"Isn't it? You couldn't resist them either. Otherwise you wouldn't be here now." He grins at you.

You make a thoughtful face. "And maybe that's not because you're such a sweet, funny guy?"

"I don't think so. Like I said, no woman can resist the demon sounds." Will leans in and gives you a gentle kiss on the lips. "But thank you for the compliment."

Will breaks away from you. "Are you okay?" "Yeah." He wipes your cheeks again to wipe away the last tears and then takes your hand in his.

"Shall we go to the hotel now?" He asks you. You nod and together you make your way to a car that takes you to the hotel.

[madaxasscar]

His chosen girl | Sergio Ramos

Punk Popstar Y/N x Sergio Ramos

Inspired by Misery Business by Paramore

I hope y'all enjoy this, this is my first time writing out my idea so hopefully it's good~

Btw all rights belong to Paramore but for this fic can we just pretend you wrote the song

Ps: listen to the chorus~

- This year has been such a ride, from planning your third world tour to Sergio proposing to you. You felt truly blessed to have been born with such luck. Out of all the women that he could have picked, he wanted you.

- Sergio and You have been keeping the engagement a secret from your fans, honestly you were kinda nervous to tell them because you were afraid of the backlash you would receive. Despite this Sergio has always been there to support you and comfort you.

- At your final show on your tour, you decided to perform a song dedicated to Sergio. The song was to show how proud you were the chosen one out of the millions of women that wanted him.

Whoa, I never meant to brag

But I got him where I want him now

Whoa, it was never my intention to brag

To steal it all away from you now

But God, does it feel so good

'Cause I got him where I want him right now

And if you could, then you know you would

'Cause God, it just feels so

It just feels so good

- While singing the chorus you flashed your diamond ring to the crowd, while looking in the direction of Sergio who was standing amongst the crowd looking as proud as ever and mouthing the words ' that's my girl' and ' I love you'.

- When the ring was shown on the stage monitor system, fans went wild, screaming and jumping. The atmosphere was unlike anything you have experienced before. It was safe to say that that concert was one of the most unforgettable highlights of your life and you can't wait to create more with the love of your life.

[froggywritesstuff]

warmth | yandere!philip hamilton

Pairings: Yandere!Philip Hamilton x g/n!reader

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, toxic and unhealthy relationships, manipulation, mentions of murder and dying (please don't read if you're uncomfortable with any of these), swearing, being really cold

Time: not specified 

A/N: i wrote this the other night at 2 am, and i'm definitely not happy with it but i need to get it out of my drafts 😭

You sat on the cold, stone floor, violently shivering, the only sounds coming from your heavy breathing, the pounding in your head and the cold air blowing in through the open window. You felt your energy draining as you could barely keep your head up long enough to glare at your captor. He sat on the bench in the middle of the room, staring smugly down at you, a warm towel held tightly in his arms. It was almost like he was enjoying this. The fact that you were almost certain that he was made you sick to your stomach. Why wouldn’t he be? Any situation where you were weak and begging for his help made him feel powerful, and reminded both you and himself that your life was in his hands. And that was extremely enjoyable to him.

”Y/N, you’re being ridiculous,” he said, “all you have to do is apologise, and you can be warm again.”

If your hands weren’t chained to the wall, you would’ve slapped him before he could even finish his sentence. He’s the one who dumped the bucket of ice cold water on you because of some bullshit reason you couldn’t even remember, and he was calling you ridiculous?

But with every second your body was screaming at you to apologise. You could feel your lips becoming numb every second your teeth chattered to the point where it was almost painful. 

You said nothing, just glared at him as he had the nerve to look at you so innocently, so hurt by your hostility.

With a sigh, he stood up from the bench, leaving the towel on the bench, just out of your reach as he headed for the door, “Fine. Stay here. I hope you learn your lesson before you freeze to death.”

Your heart pounded with fear. On one hand, you were sure he was just bluffing. He wouldn’t have kidnapped and killed for you just to leave you to die. On the other hand, you were sure that you would freeze if you stayed there any longer.

”Wait!” you grimaced at the desperation in your voice. You felt so vulnerable, so pathetic. You hated it, while he was loving every second of it, “P-please, just- don’t leave.” you couldn’t believe what you were saying. 

Philip turned around, crossing his arms over his chest as he leant against the stone wall, “Is there something you wanna say?”

You hated him. Everything he did made your blood boil with anger. The way he spoke to you like you were a small toddler, acting like you were completely defenceless and useless without him. But you shoved all that hate down. You didn’t want to die in his house.

”I,” you took a shaky breath, not even the tears running down your cheeks providing any warmth, “I’m sorry.”

He titled his head to the side, “For?”

Your lips clamped shut. Why did he have to be such a prick all the time? So much had been happening lately you couldn’t even remember what he made you have for dinner last night. Well, come to think of it, you didn’t remember having dinner at all last night… how long had you been down there for?

With a huff, he began walking toward you, “Or do you need some reminding?” he knelt in front of you, his hand roughly gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him, “Does the name Theodosia ring a bell?” Just the sound of her name brought more tears to your eyes (tears you hoped Philip would take pity on). You hadn’t seen her in months. But, you did feel like you had had some sort of interaction with her recently… 

Scoffing, Philip‘s grip on your chin tightened, “Or will some more ice water help you remember?”

Your eyes widened at his threat, and you felt your breath become heavier, your chest falling up and down, “No! No,” you cried, your vision becoming blurry with tears, “I-I remember, I remember.”

He chuckled darkly, “I sure hope you do. Otherwise I would’ve killed her for no good reason.” As if he’s never done that. He narrowed his eyes at you, “Now apologise.”

You gulped, regaining some memory of what had happened with Theo, “I-I’m sorry for trying to leave…” you whispered, almost afraid of speaking too loud, which didn’t impress your captor.

”What was that?” he asked mockingly.

With a shaky breath, you repeated yourself, “I’m sorry for trying to leave you.”

Philip’s expression softened immediately, a smile gracing his lips as he loosened his grip on your chin, “See?” He brought both his hands up to your cheeks, cupping your face as he used his thumb to wipe away your tears, “Now was that so hard?”

 You said nothing, sniffling as you stared down at the floor, not wanting to look at him any longer. You felt his lips press against your forehead, followed by the chains around your hands loosening, until they were finally free. Philip’s warm hands wrapped around your wrists, helping you stand up from the cold floor, as he guessed your legs would’ve been numb. He guided you toward the bench, pulling your body toward his as you felt the warm towel wrapping around your body. 

You practically melted in his arms, feeling tears of relief fall down your cheeks. You held back a sigh of content, not wanting to give Philip the satisfaction of knowing that something he did made you feel better. 

You felt his hand wrap around the back of your neck as he pulled you closer, leaning his forehead against yours, “See how much easier this is, Y/N? You just have to do what you’re told and it can be like this all the time. Understand?” You stopped yourself from arguing with him, knowing it would just be more trouble, which was the last thing you wanted right then.

With a shaky breath, you brought yourself to reply. "I understand."

buy me a coffee <3

[wavypotatochips]

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.

[humanitysstrongestsoldier1]

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

[libraryofloveletters]

Christmas Cookies

Sergio Ramos x Fem!Reader

Warnings: dad!sergio, making cookies and decorating gets messy, family sweetness, one r-rated joke but the kids aren't around.

Word Count: 374

Author's Note: sorry this set is late lmao, I've been in such a slump.

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The kids insist Santa must get cookies when he drops off his present. Sergio make sure they know that Santa stopped by during night.

The kids were adamant on making cookies, Sergio knew you had a lot to do over the next few days, hoping he could bribe them into just buying the cookies for Santa but they insisted on homemade cookies as it would get them on the nice list for next year.

They were definitely Sergio's kids, always thinking ahead.

You gave in, helping them make the cookies. You and the boys cut out little candy canes, snowflakes, bells and Santa hats from the dough with the cookie cutters and put them to bake.

Sergio helps them decorate while you reply to a few work emails. When you return, all of them are covered in frosting and sprinkles, as were the counters but the cookies were safely on the other side of the kitchen cooling off so the frosting hardened a bit.

The boys beg, asking if they can have a cookie and of course you gave in, despite your husband shaking his head no. "You spoil them," Sergio says, an arm over your shoulder.

"It's one cookie- hey!" You laughed, your husband leaning over to take a huge bite from your cookie.

After the cookie hyper settled, you and Sergio helped them set up the cookies and milk for Santa, before tucking them into bed.

You and Sergio had gotten into bed too as you were sure the boys would wake up early so they could open their gifts.

At some point, Sergio had woken up and made his way downstairs quietly. He took a few bites from the cookies and washed it down with the milk, leaving the half eaten cookies on the counter and the empty glass on the coffee table before making his way back upstairs.

The mattress dips, your husband's warmth has returned. "Where'd you go?" you whispered, eyes still closed.

He pulls you into him, "to eat cookies."

"what?"

"So it seems like Santa came," he tells you and you smile, your hand on his jaw as you reach up to kiss him softly.

"You're such a good daddy, babe."

"I'll show you what a good daddy does," he whispers in your ear, his hand grabbing at your ass.

You laughed, swatting his hands away. "Go back to sleep, Sergio."

[kylianmbappee]

Hiii can you plz write Sergio Ramos fake text messages or incorrect quotes (I'm literally inlove with this man)

[hornyramostan]

oh..okay

[fritz-federleicht]

You are cold!/ Will Ramos x reader

Summary: You are cold. Will tries to change that

Words: 511

FLUFF

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You enter your shared bedroom. You stop for a moment in the doorway and look at Will. He is lying on the big bed with his back to you. He is wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants. His curly hair is tied into a bun.

You sneak up on him. Will feels the bed lowering. You snuggle up to him. He looks up from his phone and turns his head back slightly. He smiles at you. Then he looks at his phone again and slides even closer to you.

"What are you doing right now?" You ask him. He makes a noise and lifts his phone a little bit. You see that he is on Instagram.

You watch him like cat pictures and videos of friends from time to time.

Suddenly you start to shiver. You've been warm all day. That's why you didn't think it was necessary to put on much clothes.

To warm yourself, you run your hands under Will's T-shirt. You slide them over his warm skin, which contrasts with your cold fingers, from his hips to his belly.

He tenses it and gets goosebumps. "You are cold!" Will says. He lowers his phone slightly. You hum in response.

Will puts his phone on the nightstand next to him and turns around in your arms. "Come here." He says.

Your hands are now on his naked back. His belly is slightly exposed, so he pulls down his shirt. You look at him with a grin and bury your head against his chest.

Will grins back with flushed cheeks and stretches out his arm. He pulls the covers over you. His arms wrap around you.

"Are you getting warmer yet?" "A little." You answer softly. Will loosens one arm and reaches under the blanket for your hand. He takes it in his. His eyes grow big.

"It's still freezing!" To make sure, he holds your small hand to his cheek. "It just takes a little while to warm me up." You answer him.

"And you were so warm today." Will makes fun of you. You give him a death glare.

He grabs your free hand with his other hand. He folds a cavern around them. Will then brings your hands to his mouth. He blows his warm breath into the created cavity.

After a short time he looks up at you. "And how is it now?" He asks you. Again he brings one of your hands to his cheek to get a better feeling for the temperature.

"Much better." You reply. Will smiles and gives you a kiss on the palm.

You loosen your hand and put it on his cheek. You stretch so that you can kiss him.

"Thank you." You say and bury your head against Will's chest.

He puts his arms around your hips and tightens his grip briefly, signaling to you that he is always there when you need him.

A short time later you fall asleep in his arms, lulled by his body heat.