#sergio ramos x y/n

[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.

[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: 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!

[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.

[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

[lewisvinga]

football masterlist

jude bellingham

vinicius jr

rodrygo goes

aurelien tchouameni

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

[trcpicoz]

i’m in a mood to write some drabbles so send your thoughts/fantasies in <3

[kylianswagisafake]

@kylianswag plagiarized multiple work from ao3 and other writers!!

report her account!! She gas been exposed multiple times!! and still no justice is served!!

[applejuicefruit]

you giving kylian the silent treatment because he forgot about your date please :))

Hii thank you for requesting this I hope you like it ❤️ also I changed it a bit I hope you don’t mind it 😭❤️

kylian mbappe x reader

Silent treatment

Kylian didn’t forget a simple date, no, he forgot your first anniversary. You thought he was joking when he first told you that he wasn’t going to be home that night, hoping that maybe he was preparing a surprise for you but no, he really didn’t came home until the day after. He completely forgot and you were so mad that you had no idea of what to say. Instead of being home with you and celebrate your first anniversary he went partying with Neymar. You didn’t say anything because you hoped he would remember but he didn’t so you spent your first anniversary with a glass of wine sat on the couch watching Supernatural.

It was around 2 am when he came home, you were in bed waiting for him but you pretend to be asleep so you wouldn’t have to face him. After he changed he went straight into bed laying next to you, he saw you were sleeping so he didn’t bother to wake you up, he just kissed your cheek and whispered a soft good night before falling asleep.

The morning after you wake up first, you wanted to avoid him but you knew that eventually you would have to talk about it but you didn’t want a simple apology, you wanted him to understand that he hurt you and that he was a dick.

“Bonjour” he said when he saw you in the kitchen cooking some breakfast. You didn’t reply.

“Baby?” he called you and you still didn’t reply.

He wrapped his hands around your body and kissed your neck but you moved away.

“Honey are you okay?” still you weren’t talking to him.

It kinda hurt you not being able to touch him and kiss him but you wanted him to learn the lesson.

“Mon amour are you mad?” he asked you but still no words left your mouth “okay you’re mad, did I do something wrong?” he asked this time hoping for a reply.

You wouldn’t give in.

“Babe, can you talk to me please?” he begged you getting slightly worried, mostly because you always talked about your problem so it was the first time you did the silent treatment and he was sure he did something wrong to piss you off, he just had no idea of what he did.

“Seriously? The silent treatment?” he asked but nothing “fine be like that, I have practice anyway, I’ll see you later” he said and with that he left home.

Kylian arrived at training in a really bad mode. Everyone around him noticed it too and but remained silent because they didn’t want him to snap or cause a scene. Until Hakimi couldn’t take more and, once they were all in the changing room asked Kylian what was wrong with him that day.

“Nothing” Kylian answered

“Still hangover from yesterday?” Neymar asked and Kylian frowned a bit

“I didn’t even drink Ney”

“Oh I know, I’m just teasing you” Ney said smiling but Kylian wasn’t having it

“Did something happened at home?” Achraf asked this time

“Y/n is giving me the silent treatment and I have no idea why, she wouldn’t talk with me, she didn’t even talk to me this morning, she’s been ignoring me all morning, I texted her before and she left me on read…” Kylian explained to the team and they all looked at each other trying to figure out what happened

“Did you do something to make her mad?” this time Neymar questioned

“No, I swear, she was fine yesterday and this morning she was so mad she wouldn’t even look me in the eyes”

“Well you must had done something for sure…” Hakimi said “did you forget her birthday?”

“No her birthday is in August…I didn’t forget her birth-fuck….fuck fuck…” Kylian said panicking a bit

“What?” everyone one asked in sync

“It was our first year anniversary and I completely forgot…fuck”

“I would be mad too if you forgot our first anniversary Kylian” Neymar joked but receiving a warning look from Ramos

“Go home, buy her some flowers, tell her that you are sorry, have some make up sex and take her out on a date tomorrow” Sergio explained “it always work with my wife!”

But Kylian knew it wasn’t that easy with you. You always hated make up sex because it would never solve any problems you might have, you preferred talking with him even if it took hours. The flowers were an absolutely a no, maybe when you first started dating Kylian would bring you flowers but you gently told him to stop because you didn’t need flowers or anything else, you already knew Kylian loved you. The only option left was going home, apologize and hoping you would forgive him.

He left the changing room and went straight into his car speeding home.

You were sat on the couch watching your favorite show when you heard the door opening.

“Babe?” it was Kylian and you were about to reply but you remembered that you were mad at him “babe…I know you’re mad and I know why you are mad…” he took a deep breath before continuing “I’m sorry honey, I didn’t mean to forget about our anniversary, you have to believe me…” he said sitting on the couch next to you

“Is that all?” you asked him in a low voice, you were really mad

“No…I know I’ve disappointed you, but please, you gotta believe me it wasn’t in my intention, I’m so fucking sorry…” he said looking in your eyes but finding nothing if not sadness

“I’ve been waiting here all night…waiting for you to come back home with wine and roses and I don’t know! I don’t even like roses but I just hoped you would have done something…” you said back trying to fight your tears

“I know baby I know, I’m so sorry for hurting you” he said, a few tears falling from his eyes

“I thought that maybe you didn’t love anymore…” you confessed

“What? No baby…” he hugged you “I love you okay? I love you more than anything…I’m just a dick and I completely forgot, I know I don’t have any excuses but please believe me when I say that I’m sorry…”

“I believe you…” you hugged him back and smiled “but it will take some time, you still owe me a dinner and a bottle of wine…” you said joking and he laughed, kissing your forehead

“I love you baby” he said looking straight into your eyes

“I love you more” you said back.

You’ve spent the night watching Supernatural episodes laid on the couch, hugged to each others.

[wavypotatochips]

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

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 | 𝐀 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader

Word Count : 941

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Of course I can! Usually when I get request that does not include a specific scene I create a 'short story' so I hope that's okay! Thank you so much for requesting!! 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 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.

[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

[gabigabigabby]

heyy, could you do an imagine with rúben in which he is the participant reader of the couple question from GQ?

que dupla (what a duo) | r. dias

rúben dias x stones!reader

a/n: u ask and i deliver! my very first rb3 fic so bear with me, i will get the flow of it soon! i have also written something like this with martin øde, so if u wanna check that out, it's here. enjoy ⭐️!

synopsis: you and rúben feature on gq's couples quiz

content/warnings: fluff, shy&giggly!rúben, y/n is a john stones apologist

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"hi, i'm manchester city and portugal's rúben dias." he introduces himself as the cameras begin rolling.

"i'm y/n stones," you do the same. "we're here with gq today to do the couples quiz."

you had already done your turn, and so now it was rúben's turn. "y/n, where was i born?"

"um..." you hum. "amadora, portugal."

"she's already so good at this," rúben shrugs. "when is my birthday?"

"may 14th," you answer. "one of the greatest days in my life."

"stop, i'm blushing," he wasn't lying. rúben's cheeks flush red as he looks through the next couple questions. "do you know the exact date and year i signed for manchester city?"

"yes, i think," you answer immediately, before having a couple minutes to try and get the date right. "it was in 2020. tough time for the entire world. um, was it september 28th or something?"

"so close baby," rúben grits his teeth. "it was the 29th. greatest thing i've ever done. baby, what's my full name?" he asks the next question.

"oh i know this! rúben dos santos..." you pause.

"rúben dos santos?" rúben repeats, prompting you to continue.

"dos santos... gato. right? and uh... alves dias," you finish. "rúben dos santos gato alves dias. it's a mouthful." you look into the camera.

"yeah, sorry," he giggles. "what is my brother's names?"

your eyes widen at the question. god, you should know this one. "um, ivan."

"ivan, that's right," rúben giggles again. it was music to your ears, if you'd like to be cheesy about it. "what position do i play for city and portugal?"

"you are the rock of both teams. they should know what i mean." you shrug, grinning at rúben.

"i'll take that as a compliment on my body, thank you," rúben raises his brows and licks his lips; something he does when he's proud of something. in this case, his body. "yeah, i'm the brick wall. the defender."

"the best centre-back. after sergio ramos, of course."

"of course," rúben agrees. "before city, which club was i with?"

"benfica," you answer as soon as rúben asks the question. "i'm a proud benfiquista because of this brick wall over here."

"who is my best friend at city and portugal?" rúben asks the next question.

"see, i've talked to rú about this," you begin. "i've asked him this question before, and before he gave me his answer, i told him that if it isn't my brother, then we cannot be together. so your best friend in city is my brother john. your best friend in portugal, that i don't know."

"yes, john is correct. portugal, to be honest... i don't have one. but i'd say maybe cancelo, because we used to play together. or maybe félix. definitely cristiano, of course, although he's really close with pepe." rúben goes on a tangent.

"rú, get straight to the point. who is your best friend at portugal?"

"cancelo and félix, i'll just say that," rúben finally decides. "okay, how tall am i?"

you blow out a breath. "god, i dunno. you're so much taller than me!" your barnsley accent is showing now. "but i know you're about the same height as john. i'm guessing 5'9?"

rúben puts his hand over his heart. "i'm so grateful you think so highly of me, stonesy. i'm 6'1, actually."

"there is no way!" you argue.

"yep, 6'1. maybe you're just short," rúben laughs after receiving a hit to the bicep by you. "okay, babe, last question. rúben dias or john stones?"

"what?!"

"answer the question." rúben was smiling, but from the tone of his voice, he was serious.

"listen, john is my blood. he may be annoyin' but he's still my brother. johnny stones all day!" you answer confidently.

rúben puts the cards down on his lap before crossing his fingers together. "after all we've been through, y/n? you'd still choose that dork?"

"rú, he's my brother! i feel like i'm obligated to say john." you explain.

"he's not here, though- whatever. and with that, we now know that y/n stones doesn't like me more than her dorky brother. i've been rúben dias."

"and i've been y/n stones," you glare playfully at rú. "see you soon."

once the cameras cut, rúben stares into your soul. "i'm telling john about this."

"what's he gonna do? mansplain it to you?" you laugh.

[p8dri]

ａｌｗａｙｓ, kylian mbappé

summary — after having been brought to a psg game by your football obsessed bestfriend, it was all but fate that you become obsessed as well. going out of your way to go to as many psg games as you can, practically becoming their number one fan, you manage to grab the attention of one specific player. ( wc — 4.0k )

genre. angst ig? ! parings. mbappé x fem!reader ! tropes. strangers to friends to lovers, sweet!kylian ! warnings. google translated french, boner lmao ! a/n. this story is set in ‘22 but also ‘23, but it also jumps to the future a little bit. please send in requests, they’re very helpful and enjoy <3

NOVEMBER 13TH — FIRSTS. psg vs auxerre

“ here, put this on. ”

looking down at the jersey your bestfriend had practically shoved into your hands, you immediately noticed the huge 7 on the back, the surname ‘mbappe’ plastered right above it in a thick white font.

“ mbappe? ” amelie, your bestfriend, looked at you dumbfounded after having heard your question, immediately replying with her typical ‘duh’ tone, “ yes, mbappe. ” she mocked.

“ kylian mbappe. come on [Y/N] you should know this, i only ever bring him up every other conversation. ”

a simple eye roll was your response as you took your original shirt off and replaced it with the jersey, fixing your hair in the bathroom mirror and ensuring you looked somewhat presentable for the football game.

the only reason you had agreed to go with amelie and to this stupid football game was because you had lost a bet to her while drunk — a bet that drunk you hadn’t realized you would’ve never been able to win before agreeing with your long time bestfriend.

you and amelie had been friends since middle school; her the obsessed athlete, football this and football that, while you were one more towards academics and finishing school with a high enough gpa to get you into a sort of med school.

both of you were in college currently, with amelie building off of her football and you your medical understanding.

“ let’s go, we want to get there before some jerkoff’s jack our seats. ”

giving your outfit one last run over, you gave a reassuring nod to yourself and followed amelie out of the apartment you two shared just outside paris. upon exiting, you were immediately blinded by the early morning sun — another thing to foul your mood a little more.

hopping into the uber that was parked in front of your building, you immediately flung your head back against the seat and began to regret practically every life decision you had ever made, already wishing for the day to be over.

the roars of ecstatic psg fans sounded all throughout the stadium as you and amelie sat down in your seats almost level with the field — apparently amelie knew someone that worked with the football club and was able to hook you guys up with close seats for a fraction of the price.

you didn’t miss amelie’s large smile and gleam in her eyes when turning to your left to watch the players leave the tunnel, walking out onto the pitch decked out in their respective teams gear.

“ omg, there he is! look at how fine he is! ”

confusion fueled you as you looked out onto the field, searching for the supposed ‘fine’ man she was referencing to. noticing your reaction, amelie literally grabbed your head and adverted your vision to a player sporting a nice beard and clean cut.

“ sergio ramos, my husband. ” all you could do was laugh at her delusion and remove your head from her grip as she continued to admire the player with puppy dog eyes.

after a few minuets of national anthems, the game began with a ‘kick-off’ amelie informed you. for the first few minuets you had relied on her immense football information to actually understand what was going on, but sooner or later caught on.

watching the game unfolding in front of you — you began to realize how interesting the sport actually was. anytime the opposing team had gotten close to scoring, you would almost jump out of your seat, kissing your teeth when any potential goals were missed by any psg players.

then, 11 minutes in, he scored.

he meaning, kylian mbappé.

you had become familiar with the player early on after recognizing and acknowledging the fact that you two shared the same jersey.

watching as the ball hit the back of the net with a force you didn’t know was possible, shock immediately covered your features before being converted by the look of utter happiness on amelie’s face as she dragged you out of your seat and onto your feet, jumping up and down in excitement at the first goal of the match.

deafening screams were heard all throughout the stadium as the boys on the field celebrated the goal made by their fellow teammate who had actually ran over to your section in the stands and posed with his hands in between his arms, a smirk plastered on his face as his eyes scanned the crowd, loving the sense of accomplishment he had just received.

it was then when your guys’ eyes met, staying glued on one another before he was pulled back into position. it was also then when you had decided that you we’re officially going to become a psg fangirl.

FEBRUARY 1ST — NOTICE. psg vs montpellier

saying you had become a ‘psg fangirl’ was an understatement and honestly, an insult. you had managed to attend literally every game since the first one you had attended back in november, even some world cup games, thanks to amelie’s connections.

not only had you managed to find a love for the club, but also for the sport. which had a part of you wishing you had gone down the same route as amelie and actually mastered in football, but just being able to watch the beautiful sport from the stands was enough for you.

every game you attended, you sat front and (kinda) center, wearing the same mbappé jersey amelie had given you all those months ago. of course the jerseys had changed up the past few months, but wearing the same one almost felt like tradition.

even so, if you were to wear any of your other psg jerseys, there wouldn’t be much of a difference considering all of them are in fact, mbappé jerseys. him being the first player you really learned the name of and saw commence a goal gave you a sense of loyalty to him.

amelie forever loved to mock you for your sudden switch up on the sport and how she was the one to thank, never failing to mention that she’s also to thank for your ever growing love for kylian mbappé.

it wasn’t a sense of love, at least the one she was referring to, you would say, but more of a sense of admiration. you loved the way he played the game and admired his skill and talent.

his eyes searched over the crowd of people in the stands from his standpoint on the field. he was meant to be shaking the hands of the opposing players, ensuring a game of fair play and great sportsmanship, but he was too distracted to acknowledge the occasional clap of his hand with the other players by the possibility of your presence being in the stands.

ever since he had spotted you at the game against auxerre and the one after that, continuing even occasionally throughout the world cup, he couldn’t help but look for you every match.

he couldn’t exactly explain why he insisted on acknowledging the fact that you were at each game, but it gave him a need to play better knowing you were watching. disregarding the fact you two had never necessarily interacted, he practically relied on you to get him through his games and do well.

almost everyone on the psg team knew of kylian’s little ‘crush’ on the mystery girl after neymar had accidentally blurted it out loud during a training session. ever since then he had been victim to their endless teasing.

this game felt different though, off.

kylian was majorly disappointed as he took his starting position on the field after not being able to spot you in the stands, an instant frown being etched on his face.

achraf hakimi, kylian’s best friend, was quick to notice and give him a questioning look, but the younger boy just shrugged it off, returning his attention to the game.

apparently the aspect of getting somewhere on time was something belittled to the citizens of paris as your uber had sat stuck in traffic no more than ten minutes away from the psg stadium.

you were running horribly late, already having had missed the kick-off and roughly the first fifteen minutes.

running through the stadium, you made your way to the section in which your ticket specified and made it to the row you would be situated in, only to notice it was jam packed, shit.

screams and yells echoed all around you as you turned your head towards the field, watching psg battle it out against montpellier.

being so late, you were unaware of the two penalties kylian had missed about five minutes prior to your arrival. it seemed as though his feeling was right, as this game was going totally shit for him.

making your way out of the section of the stands and somewhere into the tunnels after a few wrong turns, you searched for someone to talk to about your seat, but somehow managed getting lost.

while away, kylian had managed to suffer a thigh injury that resulted in him being brought off the pitch as he limped his way through the halls of the psg stadium on his way to the athletic trainers room. on his way there he noticed the figure of someone walking mindlessly in the halls, checking corners and shuffling their feet.

“ hé! ” ( hey! ) a voice carried heavily by a french accent is what caused you to turn around, only to be met with the silhouette of a man, presumably, due to the distance between lights and how shadowing works.

kylian as well was unable to make out your facial features as he questioned you, “ es-tu perdu? ” ( are you lost? )

a shallow silence passed between you two before you realized that the mystery man had genuinely spoken to you, “ oui … ” ( yes … )

you paused before continuing, “ je cherchais une sorte d'autorité. ma place était prise. ” ( i was looking for a kind of authority. my seat was taken )

“ i don’t work here, necessarily … ” your eyebrows creased at his response as he continued, “ but i can help you. ”

“ you can? thank you so- ”

before you could finish, your sentence was cut off by the utter most shock you entered upon seeing the kylian mbappé standing in front of you. at first he had a smile on his face, but when you took a step forward as well, your faces replayed the same emotion, shock.

love at first sight may be a cliche and something hard to believe, but for a second you felt like you were falling into an abyss of nothing but endless affection and caring.

quickly snapping out of it, though, you shut your agape mouth you hadn’t had realized opened and spoke, tone a little lower than before, almost like and unsure whisper, “ thank you so much … ”

the footballer couldn’t believe what he was seeing, looking into your eyes so up close and personal, he felt like he was falling.

“ it’s you. ”

“ sorry? ” your brows furrowed at his statement. there’s no way kylian mbappé knows who you are, right? even then, you hadn’t done anything to necessarily get on his radar, so what was he on about?

noticing his blurt of a statement, he corrected himself, “ i mean, it’s you. the girl in the stands at every game. ”

your eyes widened as you listened to his response in your head, over and over again. “ you see me? ”

“ yeah, ” he spoke with a smile, his eyes still matched onto yours, “ i mean the whole team does, we appreciate your support. ”

there was no way kylian would admit that he was the one that specifically knew you were always in the stands, no other teammate on psg looked for you like he did, but to seem less like a ‘weirdo’ lying was his best choice.

“ right, you’re … welcome? ” you added with an unsure smile. this whole situation was bizarre and if amelie were with you right now, there’s a high chance she’d be blowing out the eardrums of anyone in a five mile radius with her loud shrieks.

still dumbfounded, the boy held out his hand, “ i’m kylian. ”

all you could do was let out a low giggle at his attempt at normalcy, as if he wasn’t one of the biggest rising footballers in the world right now, and shake his hand, an immediate spark passing between the two of you,“ [Y/N]. ”

after a minute, reality began to really hit you in the face. kylian mbappé was standing in front of you, having a conversation with you, and shaking your hand, all because you were late and got lost in the tunnels.

“ wait, aren’t you supposed to be playing? ”

“ yeah.. i was, got injured though so i was on my way to get it checked out until i saw you. ” all you could do was smile up at the taller boy as he shared the same grin on his face, both of you holding an unknowing gleam in your eyes.

“ still need help to fix your seat situation? ” you immediately nodded, even though your favorite player, kylian, wasn’t going to be playing due to his injury, you still wanted to watch the game. plus, you spent money on these tickets and getting a refund was unavailable.

“ come with me, i’ll find you someone on the way to the athletic trainers room. ” he then began to lead you back pretty much in the way you came as you followed behind him. noticing his slight limp, you hoped his injury wasn’t anything severe, but since he was able to walk on his own, you pushed the though away. every now and then, kylian would look behind him to make sure you were still following him, but also, just to be able to look at you.

never in a million years would he had thought he’d be able to actually talk to you, and already, your sweet energy was welcoming enough for him to want to get to know you more.

MAY 6TH - MORE THAN. the club

the loud hums of music sounded all throughout the club as you sat at the bar with a drink in front of you, your head swarmed with thoughts almost blocking out the sound of the beat.

it’d been around three months since you first met kylian in the tunnels during the montpellier game, he’d actually helped find you someone to talk to about your seats, but before continuing on his way to get his injury checked out, he asked for your number. saying you were taken back would be an understatement, you were full blown flabbergasted.

sure, he was a nice guy, but you expected no more than for him to find you someone and then continue on his merry way, but since then, you two had actually become really close friends.

so much so to the point you were in the club with a majority of his psg teammates. you weren’t exactly sure what they were celebrating, or if they were even celebrating anything to begin with, but when you got a text from kylian inviting you out, you couldn’t decline.

the two of you had become extremely close since that day. some would say you two acted like you’d known each other for years with the way you were so comfortable around each other, but it just wasn’t hard to feel an undeniable connection when you were with kylian.

and by ‘some’ i mean the means of his teammates, but especially hakimi and neymar, who were forever teasing him over the fact that he had finally got the balls to talk to his mystery girl from the stands.

searching the club, kylian attempted to spot you somewhere within the crowd, but had been failing miserably. he’d lost you after you had told him you were going to go to the bathroom and ever since then he’s been waiting for you to make your return, which was obviously well overdue.

“ hey! ” the brazilian football star turned his head away from the woman he was talking to and looked at his best friend with a questioning stare, “ have you seen [Y/N]? ”

neymar’s mouth immediately tipped up into a sly grin at kylian’s question before he answered, “ yeah, think i saw her at the bar. ”

kylian didn’t waste a second before giving neymar a nod and walking over to the bar, he was able to recognize you almost immediately by your back profile, sat alone in a far corner.

approaching your side, something you hadn’t realized due to the loud music and your overwhelming thoughts, kylian noticed the drink in your hands, the way the condensation covered the glass due to the ice melting, seemingly, you hadn’t drank a sip. all could be explained by the look you had on your face, or lack there of. to the boy on your right, you looked almost lost, nowhere but everywhere all at once.

attempting not to startle you, kylian delicately put his hand on your shoulder which caused you to look up to your right where you were met with the familiar  footballer, a small smile spreading across your face, “ hi. ”

“ are you okay? ” you couldn’t help but be a little brought back by the psg player’s question, did you not necessarily look okay?

“ yeah..? ”

distinguishing the confused tone in your answer, he explained, “ well i just meant that you’re over here alone, all gloomy and.. sad. ”

a beat of silence passed between the two of you as your eyes continued to stay latched onto his, the music in the background anything lesser than a simple hum.

“ then why don’t you take me to the dance floor? ” regret shot right through you at your stupid question. did that sound flirtatious? you hadn’t meant it to, but the few drinks you had earlier were already starting to take effect meaning you would have less of a filter.

understandably, kylian was shocked. for the few months he had known you, you weren’t very expressive, more guarded and introverted. hearing you ask such a ballsy question definitely set him off, but he wasn’t one to decline.

no matter whether or not he wanted to admit it to himself or his friends, or even you, kylian had begun to develop feelings for you. in such a short time he was able to become closer with you than anyone he had ever met. the two of you meeting and becoming friends might have been fate, but a part of him believed that the feelings he had for you were destiny.

grabbing your hand and pulling you up off the bar stool, kylian led you to the club’s dance floor where endless swarms of bodies occupied it. some upscale remix of a pop song boomed through the speakers as you two made it through the crowd of people towards the middle of the dance floor.

settling into the music, the two of you began to dance with each other, face to face, eye in eye.

sooner or later the two of you found each other with your back pressed up against his front, practically grinding on him. kylian tried to ignore the ever growing heat rushing through his body, but it was hard with your ass pressed up against his crotch. you two were just friends, plus you were intoxicated, doesn’t matter if you were only a little bit tipsy, he would never want to take advantage of you.

evidently, it got too much for kylian as he now had a undeniable boner, something you had yet to notice but kylian was hyper aware of. before anything bad could necessarily happen, he grabbed you by the forearms and turned you around, causing a look of confusion to spread across your face as you looked up at him.

before you could ask him why he had so abruptly turned you around, the crowd had begun to go a little crazy over the new song playing, causing someone to bump into from behind and push your body flat against kylian’s front.

for a few seconds, you hadn’t had noticed anything and were even more confused when kylian let out a slight grimace and kissed his teeth, but then you felt it; his boner pressing against your thigh. the only thing separating the two of you was the flimsy material of your dress and kylian’s jeans.

kylian’s attention adverted back to you, in which you were already staring at him with an embarrassed look which made him feel like shit for having such a reaction towards you when you two were nothing more than friends.

pulling away from you, kylian began to make his way through the crowd feeling nothing but disgust for himself and utter most shame. completely flabbergasted, you stayed glued in the middle of the dance floor for a few seconds before you began racing after kylian, pushing past the people in the crowd mumbling low “ sorry’s. ”

“ kylian! ” finally had caught up to the very fast striker, you grabbed his wrist, turning him around to face you. things were awkward between the two of you, you could tell by the way he was unable to look at you and a part of you felt like it was your fault, you shouldn’t have asked him to dance.

“ kylian.. ” the soft plea in your voice is what brought kylian back to you, his regretful eyes connecting with yours, “ were friends, right? ”

for a second, time felt like it had stopped in the worst way possible. it genuinely had felt like someone had shot kylian in the chest with the way his heart slowed upon hearing those words leave your lips, all he could reply with was an untrue “ yeah. ”

“ i cant do that. ”

his mind felt like it was going a thousand miles per hour, your words playing tricks on him, so much so he stuttered his next word, “ what? ”

“ i mean.. ” letting yourself think over your next few words was vital, what you had to say could either ruin the friendship you had with kylian, or change it forever. “ i cant do that, just be friends with you. ”

shaking his head and clenching his eyes shut as if he hadn’t heard you right kylian looked back down at you with furrowed brows and a beating heart, “ [Y/N], what are you trying to say? ”

“ i’m trying to say that i want more with you, kylian. ” your voice was so soft it felt as if you were going to break in half, shatter like a thin piece of glass. the aspect of rejection was something that was being over looked by your slight intoxication, but still creeping up on you.

letting go of his wrist, you waited for kylian to say something, anything, but were met with nothing and it broke your heart.

stupid, stupid, stupid.

you’d put yourself out there and ruined the one good thing you had. tears began to swell up in your eyes as you looked at kylian who’s expression seemed… blank?

“ i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have- ” before you could finish your apology, the warmth of kylian’s palms were brought to your cheeks as he pulled you into him where your lips connected. time seemed to stop and in the best way possible as you both melted into the kiss.

the loudness of the club around you was dubbed out as it was just the two of you, mouth to mouth.

breaking the kiss and laying his forehead against yours, kylian looked down into your eyes and almost whispered, “ i want more with you, too. ”

with a smile, your lips came in contact once again as a tear slid down your face, one of happiness and relief. as you kissed, the feeling of warmth spread all throughout your body and as if you’ve always known him, you felt at home.