#Sergio Ramos request

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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˚!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lyliesinthevallies]

can u make a serzil drawing? OLD MAN YAOI 🔥🔥🔥

fun couple!, are they martin odegaard’s devorced parent?

[liverpool-enjoyer]

footballers reacting to a younger teammate calling them dad

requested by sane max!!! ty for requesting <3 @calm-smol

leo: he doesnt say anything but he is a little confused. like yeah he has kids but he doesnt feel like hes a dad to his teammates. so next time he sees neymar he goes "do you see me as a father figure?" n ney chokes on his drink.

ney: it sends him into a crisis. like yes he does have a kid already but for ppl in their TWENTIES to be seeing him as their father??? he spirals, literally asking every one of his friends "do you think im getting old??" probly gets hammered that weekend to prove hes still Youthful.

milner: he always rolls his eyes when his teammates call him that cause he thinks theyre poking fun at his age. in his defense they kinda are but they also mean it affectionately!!

kdb: spends months adamantly disagreeing with anyone who says hes been treating erling like his kid, but when erling accidentally calls him dad one day he can deny it no longer. so he takes the L n accepts it.

luka: he thinks its sweet!! he'd ruffle the young players hair n if he continues to get called that he wouldnt rlly mind.

luis: now he sees himself as an older brother. so when he gets called dad he'd be like "would a dad do THIS" n then take the poor player in a chokehold n give em the noogie of a lifetime.

lewy: when gavi or pedri say dad to get his attention he jus goes "yes?" yeah this aint new its literally just wednesday. but the first time one of them call him that he gives them a big hug n is honored they consider him a father figure <3

sergio: he acts rlly irritated, but when hes talking to luka alone, he refers to the younger players as "our kids"

pep: "exCUSE ME???" yeah your ass is doing laps sorry bro.

klopp: girl have you seen this man??? dude has loving papa written all over him. n he loves his boys so much n treats em all like his own so he doesnt even bat an eye when they call him that anymore, he answers to it as much as he does to "boss"

[playingmyselfafiddle]

For @samcaptruther!! A tweet with Ronaldo, Marcelo, & Sergio, as you requested (+one more because you're my first request). I hope you like them! 😊

[nemolfc]

you know what bums me though, my dad ( a barca supporter ) was laughing at ramos like .... 😭😭😭

[ts1m1kas]

Original Ask: the main concept is that the reader was hired as an intern in the media team for barca, she’s young, has a fiery tongue and can handle herself around players, and gavi ( who’s known to be a hot head cause he’s sergio ramos’s long lost son lol ) cannot help but melt everytime he sees her, pedri tries to nudge his best friend into talking but a funny incident happens that causes them to admit their feelings to each other. (@findingnemosworld)

Word Count: 904 words

(author's note: another request from @findingnemosworld whose ideas never fail to amaze me 🩷 apologies for the lack of fics, my inspiration seemed to disappear on me !!)

Being hired for a media internship at Barcelona Football Club was the best thing to ever happen to Y/N. Every day was different, and she had developed close relationships with the players.

Y/N had a reputation around the Barça office for being brutally honest with a fiery tongue. She voiced every thought that came into her head and never lied to anyone.

She had been tasked with setting up the training equipment for the session on that day. She walked through the corridors of the training complex, heading towards the equipment cupboard.

Pablo's coach had also sent him to retrieve a clipboard from the same cupboard that, unbeknownst to him, Y/N had been sent to.

What Y/N didn't know was that Pablo had been admiring her from afar for a while. Every time he saw her, he flushed red with embarrassment. He thought she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

Pedri and Ansu were walking through the same corridor. They saw Y/N collecting cones and balls to take out to the field for the team to use during their training session.

When Pedri saw him enter the same cupboard as her, he took his chance. He locked the door behind Pablo and ran back to Ansu, laughing.

Pedri was sick of hearing his best friend talk about Y/N. Every time the pair saw her, Pablo would try and drag him away in fear of making a fool of himself. In an effort to finally get the pair together, Pedri resorted to locking the pair in the cupboard. If that didn’t work, he didn’t know what would.

Hearing the door close behind him, Pablo spun around. His eyes widened when he saw the doors were shut.

"Hello? Who is it?"

Pablo recognised that voice. He'd know it anywhere. It froze him to the spot. He didn't want to believe what was happening to him at that moment.

"Pablo, is that you?" He heard Y/N ask. He finally saw her walk into view.

"Yeah, it's me. I think the door's locked itself, so we might be in here for a while." He replied, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

"Oh no. The team won't get their training equipment on time then."

She frowned. The idea of losing her internship made her sick. All she wanted to do was get the equipment and watch her friends train. 

“It’s fine, I’m sure they’ll notice we’re gone soon.”

Y/N let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding in. 

“How come you’re in here anyway? I thought you just had to turn up to training?”

Pablo laughed and shook his head.

“Coach wanted a clipboard, and I knew they were in here.”

Silence descended over the pair. Pablo wracked his brain, trying to think of something else to say to Y/N. His fear of embarrassing himself was growing larger by the second. 

“You look pretty today. Not that you don’t look pretty every day, just you look really-”

Y/N cut off his bashful rambling, “Thank you, Pablo, that’s nice of you.”

Since starting her work with the football team, Y/N had always liked Pablo. As she got to know him more over the years, she noticed herself falling for the young player rapidly. His humour and kind nature drew her in, and before she knew it, she was hooked.

Being locked in the equipment cupboard wasn’t where she thought she would finally confess her feelings for the Spaniard. However, she wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip through her fingers.

“Pablo, I have something I’ve been meaning to tell you. Before I tell you, I hope we can remain friends afterwards.”

His face dropped. Assuming the worst, he nodded at Y/N’s words, urging her to continue.

“When I first started my internship here, I didn't intend to form such lovely connections with anyone. But since we first met, I’ve found myself liking you more and more; what I’m trying to say is that I like you. A lot.”

Pablo was dumbfounded. Through his shock and disbelief, his heart began to beat faster.

“Are you serious?” Pablo’s mind was running at 100 miles an hour. “I feel the same, I have since I first saw you walk in through the front doors.”

Y/N’s face broke out into a grin.

“I don’t think we can remain friends, though. Pablo commented. “I would like you to be my girlfriend, though?”

Nodding ferociously, Y/N’s smile got impossibly bigger.

The pair moved closer together and Pablo wrapped his arms around Y/N. Just as the pair were settling down, they heard the click of the door handle and then footsteps. Looking up at the sound, they saw Pedri poke his head around the corner.

“I knew it!” He exclaimed, “I’ve been waiting for this moment for ages. You two were made for each other. I’ll finally be rid of Pablo talking about his ‘crush’ on you”

The trio laughed and Y/N and Pablo got up, making their way out of the cupboard. 

The three of them headed to the training field, laughing at the unusual events of the morning.

Pablo knew Pedri had locked him and Y/N in the cupboard, but he didn’t feel anger or resentment. Instead, he felt grateful for his friend and appreciative of the road ahead of him.

[yourstory-teller]

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

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

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

Tame the beast

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's when they noticed. Glorious moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's when everyone noticed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[depressopax]

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[lewisvinga]

mi capitán | sergio ramos x fem! reader

requested; yes!

request: Hi! I saw requests were open so I was wondering if u could write for sergio ramos (there's barely anything for him on here) maybe some fluff or reader comforting him after he finds out he won't be on the spain national team anymore (maybe an age gap if ur comfy I'm not sure it wasn't in ur rules) thx!

note; the spanish nt did ramos so dirty😒 THIS ID ALSO SOOO LATE IMSORRY 😩🙏🙏🙏

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You were with Sergio the moment he got the call. At first, he wasn’t expecting any bad news. You assumed it was going to be something good until you saw his expression. He was nodding along to whoever was talking to him. His facial expression changes into a mix of sadness and anger.

You were confused. You didn’t know what was happening. What was he being told? Why was he so upset? Did something go wrong?

Your thoughts were interrupted by Sergio letting out a sigh as he hung up the phone. You turn to him and ask, “What happened?”

“I’m out.” He whispers, hiding his face with his hands.

“Out of what?” You quietly ask. He stayed silent. You rested your hand on his shoulder as you gently remove his hands from his face. “Sergio, out of what?”

“The national team.” Sergio says it so softly you almost didn’t hear him. You could see his eyes well up with tears before you wrap your arms tightly around him.

He found some sort of comfort by being in your arms. He held onto you as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. “I should’ve expected it when I wasn’t called for the world cup. I should’ve seen it. But I don’t understand. I’ve done so much for this team, for my country.” He says in a shaky voice.

You run your fingers through his hair in attempt to comfort him. “You’ve done so much for Spain, mi amor. You even won their first world cup. They’re lucky enough that you were born in Spain. They’re lucky you were their capitán for so long. You’re the most amazing defender that I’ve seen and the most amazing player for España.” You softly tell him, your hand caressing his tear stained cheek.

The Spanish player places a soft kiss on your neck, his grip on your waist becoming tighter. “I’m so lucky to have you by my side, corazón. You always know how to make me feel better.”

“I’m even luckier to have you, amor. You’ll always be my number one. Mi capitán.”

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New Year’s Baby | Sergio Ramos

Paring: Sergio Ramos x female reader

Warnings: none, just extremely fluffy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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micheal jackson, micheal j fox, keanu reeves, jon bon jovi, cillian murphy, luis miguel, (lowkey anyone yall ask tbh😭😭) but honestly yall i write abt anything or anyone js ask and ill TRYYYY my best to do it cus… i be bored🙈🙈

what i DO write: fluff, angst, headcannons, some nsfw but not hardcore, somewhat dark, horror, anything. female/gender neutral reader (ill try my best for my boys frl but im not THAT good at it)

what i DONT write: noncon/dubcon, pdf file shi (p diddy stuff im ok😭) proshipping, *ncest (cus wtf???) stepcest too cus… no…😭

what i DONT tolerate: racism, homophobia, sexism, misogyny, and any type of hate. criticism is allowed but straight up hate isnt and if yall aint got no common sense gtfo of here cus i dont play around wit that shi

in all honesty im super lenient on what i do here and all i ask is js nice people and shi🙏🙏 also rlly tryna work on my formatting (lowkey too lazy to do all of the hashtags negl) and everything lmao😭😭 anyways REQUESTTTT🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

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[wavypotatochips]

can you write some ramos headcanons pls? <3

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞:') 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 !

Despite his tough-guy exterior on the field, Sergio is actually a huge romantic at heart. He loves to surprise you with flowers, plan surprise dates, and write you love letters.

He's incredibly protective of you and your relationship. If anyone were to ever disrespect or harm you, he would be the first to step in and defend you.

Sergio is a great listener and always takes the time to hear you out when you need to vent or talk through something. He's a great support system and always makes you feel heard and understood.

Because of his busy schedule as a professional athlete, you often have to plan your schedules around each other. But when you do get time together, he always makes it count.

He's very family-oriented and loves to spend time with your family as well as his own. He's very close with his siblings and loves to dote on his niece and nephews.

Sergio is a bit of a neat freak and likes everything to be clean and organized. But he's also very open to compromise and finding a system that works for both of you.

He's a great cook and loves to make you breakfast in bed on lazy weekends. He's also very adventurous when it comes to trying new foods and loves to take you out to new restaurants.

He's very confident in his own abilities, but also very humble and always willing to learn and improve. He's very supportive of your own goals and dreams and always encourages you to chase after them.

Despite his tough exterior, he's also very emotional and not afraid to show vulnerability. He's not afraid to cry in front of you and always allows himself to be open and honest with his feelings.

Above all, he loves you deeply and would do anything to make you happy. He's always thinking of you and different ways to spoil you.

[swmzq]

MASTERLIST

(requests are open)

footballers

-joão félix

-paulo dybala Juno

-pablo gavi

-ferran torres please, please, please

-pedri gonzález

-fermín lopez

-sergio ramos

-jude bellingham

-ruben dias

-neymar jr

-kylian mbappe

-others

celebrities

-taylor swift Good luck,babe!

-chappell roan

-zendaya

-glen powell

-drew starkey

-lana del rey

-austin butler

-cillian murphy

-jacob elordi

-timothée chalamet

-80s roger taylor

-80s brian may

-others

characters

-borhap!roger taylor

-tyler owens

-borhap!john deacon

-eric(a quiet place: day one)

-neil lewis

-felix catton

-oliver quick

-others

what I’ll write

-smut

-fluff

-angst

-fem x fem

-fem x male

-gn!reader x oc

-headcanons

-fics

-drabbles

-love triangles

what I don’t write

-oc x oc

-homophobia

-threesome (I have nothing against it but I’m just not good at writing smut like this)

-incest

-racism

-rape

-piss kink

-etc



that’s it bye for now!

[liverpool-enjoyer]

footballers doing homework

requested by @mebiselfandi !!! thank you sm for requesting!! <3

leo: does his work on time, and gets roped into doing ney n luis' work for them. but hes pretty bad at it and gets them all Fs.

ney: as just mentioned, gets leo to do his homework for him so he can play/stream video games instead. he isnt even mad when he gets an F, the man jus does not care.

trent: starts the DAY its assigned, but every time he answers a question he "rewards" himself by scrolling though twitter for an hour, eating a meal, n taking a nap. needless to say he turns it in late.

erling: his dog eats it. no like his dog actually eats it, and this man has to go up to his teacher n try to convince them that no he ISNT using the oldest excuse in the book, hes SERIOUS, YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME.

luka: actually studies n applies himself like a NERD. gets a good grade on the assignment but he has to work for it. tutors his friends for free though.

luis: doesnt realize until the night before its due that hey, maybe forcing leo to do his homework WASNT the best idea n he woulda been better off doing it on his own. so yeah he does his own work from that point forward.

jude: he tries but this homework is jus so HARD. ends up calling erling at two in the morning or some shit like "ITS BEEN HOURS MAN N I DUNNO WHAT IM DOING." the teacher notices the teardrop marks on his paper n passes him outta pity.

sergio: tries to get luka to do it for him, but lukas like "i'll help you with it instead!!" so he ends up having luka tutor him but you know his ass aint learning SHIT.

mbappe: that bitch thats rlly smart n knows all the answers without even TRYING. gets his done the day its assigned AND charges people to have him do their work for them.

christian: COMPLETELY forgets abt it. like it doesnt even cross his mind until the night before its due, when as hes lying down to go to bed his eyes shoot open n hes like "SHIT."

[gavisuntiedboot]

Off Limits

Ok so there was a rlly cute ask in my inbox that was about introducing Gavi to Ramadan or taking him to iftar but it's gone now!!! I literally cannot see it anymore. But dear anon who requested a Ramadan-inspired Gavi fic, this is for you!!! So reader is Arab/ Desi/ North African/ a similar culture.

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"Pablo, as God is my witness, I will break up with you if you don't get away from me."

Was it harsh? A little. But it was the only way you could get your clingy partner to leave you alone. For the past hour, he continuously tried to hold your hands or cuddle you, and you had to push him away in a panic every time. Ramadan was finally upon you, and you could not be more excited. It was a month of great food and company, and jut general peace. It was a time for you to really embrace your culture: long dresses and dangly jewelry, coffee cups painted in gold calligraphy, and lanterns decorating every possible surface.

There were several traditions in your family that took place every Ramadan, a main one being that you and your female relatives would all go and get henna done on your arms and legs, your skin remaining tinted with elaborate patterns all month long. However, since moving to Barcelona (and moving in with your long-term boyfriend), this tradition has become harder and harder for you to maintain. This led to an Amazon overtight order of about 20 henna cones, and two hours of you bent over yourself trying to pipe out the tiniest of designs onto your hands and feet. It was unfortunately during this time that Gavi came home from training, plopping onto your couch as he tried to grab your hand, smudging one of the flowers you had gone cross-eyed drawing. After letting out a yell that probably scared the dogs in Madrid, you calmed enough to explain what you were doing and why he couldn't touch it.

"So it's like a tattoo? I don't really like tattoos ya know." He said, rolling over onto his side and pouting, touch starved and desperate to touch you. You continued drawing as you responded.

"Yeah but they're temporary. And they're brown instead of black. And tattoos are hot. You would look hot with tattoos Pablo."

This elicited a laugh from the boy, his eyes creasing and his teeth dazzling. He loved watching you focused on your sketches. Your teeth was between your lips, tension evident in your features. There was nothing that you did that wasn't entertaining to him. Gavi loved looking at you, studying you, catching every minor change in your expressions or body language and storing them deep in his memory.

Eyebrows scrunched in concentration, he tried to imagine what he would look like with a tattoo.

"Maybe Spanish men aren't meant to have tattoos, amor. We just don't look good in them."

"Pablo how can you say this when Ramos literally exists?"

"Your answer to everything cannot be 'It's hot because Sergio Ramos does it'!"

"Why not? Long hair? Hot on Ramos. Tattoos? Hot on Ramos. Being a father-"

"Please stop. I am begging."

You broke out into fits of giggles, the banter flowing naturally between the two of you. When you finally finished your hands, you beckoned Gavi over. Instructing him to place his arm in your lap, you began drawing on his tanned skin.

"Ay, what are you doing?"

"Proving you would look good with a tattoo. Sit still!! You're gonna make me mess up."

"But-"

"No buts. I had to redo half my hand because of you. And besides, you're always in long shirts, no one will see."

This silenced the whines from the boy looming over you as you bent closer to his arm. Despite a flinch every so often from the cool sensation on his skin, Pablo stayed perfectly still. He brought his free hand up to move the hair from your eyes, giving him a better view of your face.

"There. All done."

A loud laugh resonated throughout the room. On Gavi's forearm sat a small angry face with bushy eyebrows.

"Is that supposed to be me?"

"Yeah. I think it's pretty accurate."

Trying to pull you in, he reached for your arm and you pulled away in a hurry.

"Pablo my hands are still wet!! No touching!"

"Are your feet still wet, too?" You nodded, afraid of why he wanted this piece of information. He moved closer to you on the couch, clean arm wrapping around you, his head resting on your shoulder.

"That means you can't run away from me." He smiled, and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. Cheeks heating up, you snuggled into his chest, hiding your embarrassment at the affection. You two stayed like this for a while, just watching TV and enjoying the shared body heat. Once your hands had dried, you went to peel off the top layer, revealing the stained pattern beneath it. After some lotion, you returned to Gavi, peeling off his design as well, the two of you once again in fits of laughter at the angry face on his arm. You settled back into him, and he looked down at you.

"Can I hold your hand now? Or are you off-limits until the end of Ramadan?"

You interlocked your hand with his, rubbing your thumb in soothing circles. Bringing your entwined hands up to his face, he admired your hard work.

"It looks gorgeous, mi amor. You did so well." He kissed the back of your hand, straight over the delicate patterns.

"Want to see something cool?" You asked. "Look in the center there. See if you can read anything."

He brought your hands up once again, refusing to release you from his grip for even a second. He looked through the swirls, until the found a dainty "PG6" hidden in the design. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, pulling you into his chest, and nuzzling against your neck.

"I can't believe you're all mine."

A/N - I literally was writing this as my henna was drying and then I tried to open a Barbican with wet henna and I stopped for a minute and was like wow this is the most Arab experience I'll ever have. Anyways, short and sweet, hope y'all enjoy.

[sp4ceqtown]

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Protective - Sergio Ramos

You and Sergio Ramos were out at a fancy restaurant, enjoying a romantic evening together. As you sat across from each other, you couldn't help but notice the way a man at the restaurant kept staring at you. It made you feel uncomfortable, but you tried to ignore it and focus on your date.

However, Sergio had noticed too, and he didn't like it one bit. He excused himself from the table and walked over to the man, towering over him with his broad shoulders and intense gaze.

"Is there a problem?" Sergio asked, his voice low and dangerous.

The man stuttered and stammered, insisting that he was just admiring your beauty. But Sergio wasn't having it. He made it clear that you belonged to him and that he wouldn't tolerate anyone disrespecting you.

After the man slunk away, Sergio returned to the table and pulled you close, his strong arms wrapping around you protectively.

You felt safe and loved in his embrace, and as you left the restaurant and went back to your apartment, you knew that you were with the right man.

Once you were snuggled up in bed together, Sergio whispered sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how much he loved you and how he would always be there to protect you.

You fell asleep with his warm body pressed against yours, knowing that you were loved and cherished by the man of your dreams.

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Author's Note :

i hate this tbh... but i love Sergio Ramos! Requests are open, please send me some requests<3

- Megi.