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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.”

[wavypotatochips]

hi, so it's the first time i send a request in your blog, found it the other day and literally love it. I saw that someone asked the other day a Sergio Ramos x reader were she says to him daddy but in a fluff way, so could you do it but in smut maybe? thanks and hope you okay <3

𝙎𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣? [𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉- 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝘿𝙉𝙄] | 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙤 𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙤

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader

Word Count : 2k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Im so glad you enjoy my blog and im doing fine, thank you for asking!! Here's the NSFW version [: Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Due to finals, I have not been able to write as much as I usually do and I'm currently catching up on current requests because I'm a little behind. If you would like to send a request, do so now as after this weekend, request will be temporarily unavailable. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You and Sergio have been living together for a few months now, and it's been nothing short of amazing. You both have your own quirks and habits, but you love each other more with every passing day.  Sergio is generally perceived as serious and even aggressive by most people, but in your company, he exhibits a playful and silly demeanor. While it's common knowledge that Sergio is someone who takes his work and responsibilities seriously and doesn't back away from a challenge, you are aware of a more tender side to him that he seldom displays to others. Witnessing him let his guard down and abandon the stern façade he usually wears is quite refreshing.

One lazy Sunday afternoon, you're lounging on the couch, reading a book when Sergio suddenly jumps out from behind the armchair and tackles you. You shriek with laughter as he pins you down. "You didn't see that coming, did you?" he says, grinning.

You giggle and squirm under his weight, trying to push him off. "Get off of me, you big oaf!" Sergio laughs and tickles you, making you wriggle even more. "Not until you say I'm so handsome and I'm the best boyfriend ever!" he says, still tickling you.

"Okay, okay, I'm so handsome and I’m the best boyfriend ever!" you say, still giggling.

Sergio laughs, shaking his head, and continues to tickle you. "You know that's not what I meant!"

You laugh even harder now, your side cramping and tears falling down your cheeks. "Okay, okay, please s-stop I can't breathe!" 

He smiles, finally stopping as he grabs your hands and pins them up above your head as you continue to chuckle softly, trying to regain your breath.

“Atta girl, just breathe slowly you got this,” he smiles as he looks down at you.

As he speaks, butterflies flutter in your stomach, and a warm blush spreads across your cheeks. Although you were already flushed from laughing earlier, you couldn't help the reaction he stirred in you. Perhaps he didn't even notice how his words affected you, lost in the moment. You bite your bottom lip playfully, deciding to tease Sergio a bit. "Thank you, Daddy," you say with a hint of mischief in your voice. 

You can see the surprise in his expression at the endearment you've used, realizing you've never called him that before. But something about the way the word rolls off your tongue ignites a fire within him that he didn't know existed. His jaw tightens, and his eyes seem to darken with desire. "Say that again," he demands, his voice low and husky.

You meet his gaze, pretending to be oblivious to his reaction. "Say what?" you ask, looking down at his lips before meeting his eyes again. "Daddy?" you say the word slowly, relishing in the effect it has on him. Sergio leans in closer to you, his breath warm on your face. "I like the way you say that," he whispers, his voice barely above a growl. "I wonder how it would sound hearing your pretty lips cry out while calling me that.” You feel a shiver run down your spine at his words, and your heart rate picks up as he whispers down at you. Stick to the plan….stick to the plan, you think to yourself.

The air between you is charged with electricity, and you can feel the tension building.

His grip of your wrist loosens up as you sit up. He leans down, his lips brush against yours. You kiss him, not being able to resist. As your lips meet, the world around you fades into the background, and all that remains is the taste of him on your tongue and the sensation of his arms around you. His kiss is soft and tender at first, but as the passion between you builds, it becomes more urgent, more insistent.

As soft pants escape his lips, he grabs your waist and pulls you towards him, indicating that he wants you to sit on his lip. As you straddle over him, you immediately press your lips against his. Your hands glide through his hair, drawing him closer to you, while his hands trace the curves of your body over your back. It's a blissful time, and you forget about everything else for a while, immersed in the heat of the moment. “I don't think you realized what you have done to me, Y/N,” Sergio mumbles against your lips as he grabs your ass, pulling you towards him so you can feel his bulge. You moan against his lips, becoming more turned on by the minute, yearning him to be inside you. And, based on the way you started rocking your hips back and forth on his lap, he knew precisely what you wanted as well. He pulls away from the kiss as he clutches your waist, causing you to stop moving and forming a frown on your face. "Tell Daddy exactly what you want, Y/N." Sergio's voice is demanding as he stares deeply into your eyes. You feel embarrassed, but hearing Sergio refer to himself as Daddy enlightened something inside you. You keep quiet out of humiliation, while knowing exactly what you desire. “Y/N… Say it," Sergio says. "I want you to fuck me," you say back. Sergio smirks but says nothing else, instead leaning back on the couch, "Oh yeah? "Show me how badly you want me," he teases.  You bite your bottom lip because you know exactly what he wants. You move off of him and kneel down between his legs, looking him in the eyes as you carefully untie the sweatpants he is wearing. You want to tease him for messing with you earlier and making you feel ashamed just moments before.

As you undo the strings, you grab the hem of his sweatpants and pull them down to his ankles with his assistance. His cock twitches with anticipation as you kiss the tip of his member through his boxers. He clenches his teeth slightly as he detects your unusually slow speed, "Y/N," he demands, "You don't want to start something you can't finish." And he was correct. You almost came before he even touched you the last time he teased you. You nod politely and take his boxers, slipping them down as well. His cock jumps out of his boxers, causing you to lick your lips. You are such a slut for him. As you place him in your mouth, you grab the base of his cock with one hand and begin to give him head by bobbing your head up and down. He sighs as he grips your hair, allowing you to maintain the steady pace you've established for yourself. After 30 seconds, your jaw starts to ache, but hearing Sergio's groans and murmured curse words fires you on enough to push through the pain. Both of your hands are wrapped around his cock, your head bobbing up and down, your tongue paying special attention to the tip of his cock. "F-Fuck Y/N," he groans softly as he pants. His grasp on the top of your head intensifies as he pulls back your hair to free you from him. "Ride me," he mumbles. You're panting as well, trying to ignore the pain in your jaw. "Yes, Daddy," you answer obediently as you remove your shorts, leaving only your lacy black panties on. You straddle him again, teasingly rubbing your barely covered pussy on his demanding dick, causing him to groan. He holds your jaw with one hand and pulls you towards him wanting to make out. You groan against his lips as you kiss him, enjoying how hungry he was acting as it made you want to devour him even more. While you two are kissing, he takes his hand away from your jaw and moves it to rest against your lower back, while his other hand moves your panties to the side. His fingers rubbed up and down your slit, two of them slipping inside and causing you to gasp against his lips. When you gasp, he is able to put his tongue into your mouth. As he curls his fingers inside of you, his tongue dances around with yours. You shake from the sensation and moan  against his lips, enjoying how he makes you feel. His fingers stray from your body as he quietly pants and pulls away from the kiss. He smirks as he sees his fingers sparkling with your juices as he gazes into your lust-filled, desire-filled eyes. He asks, "Now who made you this wet?," as he puts his fingers inside his mouth to rinse the secretions from them. As you observe the scene, you nip at your bottom lip. “You did, Daddy.” He taps your side and smirks once more, urging you to stand up.  You put some distance between the two of you. Before inserting it, he runs his tip along the inside of your slit. Then you start to recline on him, letting his cock into you more deeply and making a moaning sound. He takes his hands on your waist and lifts you up and down to bounce you on his cock before you have a chance to get used to his large, girthy size. As you place your hand on his chest and scream his name aloud, "S-Sergio!" you exclaim. He moans and tilts his head back. So that you may regain control, he stops bouncing you and says, "I'm sorry, my love." He says as he presses his lips back against yours, "You just feel so good around me. You give him a kiss in return and put your arms around his neck to intensify the kiss. You start to rock yourself back and forth whilst riding him as the kiss gets deeper. When you rub yourself up against him, you groan as you feel his member dig deeply into you. Sergio gives you about a minute to finish before he wants to take control again. You start to whimper as he grips you by the waist and elevates you high enough for his cock to emerge from you, but he speaks before you can react, "Turn around, my love."

You turn away from him, nod obediently, and spin around so that your back is now toward him. You take a squatting stance with your back against his chest while you get comfortable between his legs. In order to put distance between you and him, he softly pushes you. He then takes your sides and starts to help you thrust upward while you bounce up and down. You groan aloud as this position seems to be hitting harder than before. All that can be heard when he penetrates you is the moisture from your pussy gushing against his cock.  You whimper out, panting heavily, "I-If you continue I'm going to cum!" Sergio interprets this to mean that since you are about to have an orgasm , he should continue harder. You scream loudly from the pleasure as he makes a slow, powerful thrust, and unsurprisingly, you have an orgasm. He grunts as he does this. Your pussy clenches his cock firmly, forcing him to cum as well without any provocation. He has you in such a tight grasp that you might get bruised, but you don't mind since you enjoy it. He says, "F-Fuck," as you slump back against his chest. Your legs are still twitching as you pant heavily while keeping your eyes closed. Sergio lets you get off of him and helps you turn around so you can curl up next to him with what little energy he still has left. He leans down to kiss your forehead while still attempting to catch his breath.“I love you so much, my love. Just give me one moment and I'll get you all cleaned up, okay?” You incline your head slightly in his direction while nodding. You admire the way he treats you like a Queen while still fucking you like a slut. The perfect combination

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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.

[nemolfc]

𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐞��𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬��𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐦*𝐭.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲. (𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦*𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞)

“He left me Y/N, can you believe that?” a drunken Lucia groans loudly as she downs her next drink.

Y/N shakes her head softly, wanting to tell her the old 'I told you so ' but at what cost, she had warned Lucia a number of times about Enrique, having noticed his behavior since the beginning of their relationship, “How old was she?”

“Twenty.” Lucia spat dryly. “I’m twenty five, where’s the fucking difference?”

“I’m gonna take you home.” Y/N said. “Because clearly you’re drunk.”

Lucia groans, “No, I want another on— wait who is that?” she murmurs as she noticed a figure sitting close by to their booth.

Y/N followed her line of sight, and that’s when her eyes widened in shock. “Oh no.”

Across from them, nursing a drink of his own was none other than Sergio Ramos, Real Madrid’s star defender — she only knew on a surface level through her work of journalism, she turns to Lucia. “Lucy, no.”

Lucia grins mischievously, “Y/N, yes.”

Before Y/N could react, Lucia stumbles towards Sergio — “Mr. Ramos, hi … my name is Lucia Chavez.”

Sergio raised a brow in confusion, “Hello.” she said softly.

“You see that gorgeous girl over there,” Lucia drunkenly gestured to Y/N.

Sergio follows her line of sight, his eyes lighting up in recognition, "I do."

"That is my best friend, Y/N." Lucia slurrs with a broad smile, "And she ..." she hiccups, "she likes you."

His brows arch up in surprise, "She likes me."

Y/N stood there in horror as Lucia spoke, I hate this girl ... she groans inwardly as she walks over to them, "Hi, I am so sorry for my friend, please excuse the fact that she seems to lose her filter when she's had one too many."

Sergio grins, "I noticed, and it's fine."

Y/N smiles, "Have a lovely night, and once again I am so sorry." she gently leads Lucia away who waves at Sergio and mouths, 'ask her out', to which Y/N drags her out, she calls their mutual friend Danté who managed to drive her home before Y/N went back inside, heading to the bar to pay for their drinks only for the bartender to say that they've already been paid. "By who?" Y/N asks.

The bartender gestures to Sergio, "By him."

Her cheeks redden and she offers him a warm smile before nodding, "Ok then." she said sofly. "Good night."

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Lucia had woken up to the scent of fresh food, she groans at the soaring pain in her head. "Fucking hell, how much did I drink?" she said out loud.

Y/N who'd been in the kitchen making pancakes, chuckled softly at the sight of her friend who'd passed out on the couch the night before, "A lot! and you embarrassed me, so I guess karma's a bitch."

"Wait ... embarrassed you, what do you mean?" Lucia asks, sitting up.

Y/N walks over with a glass of water and painkillers, she arched a brow. "You don't remember?"

Lucia frowns, "No."

"We ran into Sergio Ramos, and you had the brilliant idea to tell him that I like him." Y/N replied.

Lucia's eyes widen, "I did."

Y/N nods, "And you know what that led?"

"You two fucking each other," Lucia said with a humorous tone.

"So funny," Y/N rolls her eyes before gesturing to the bouquet of roses. "Apparently he went to my workplace, asked for my address because in his words, I was one hell of an interviewer."

Lucia nods before smiling, "Look at it this way, my drunken foolishness finally landed you the guy you've been obssessed with your whole life."

"Go shower!" Y/N said with a dry laugh. "Before I kill you."

Lucia chuckles, "Ok, I am not going to risk my life."

Y/N watched her friend walk towards the bathroom, and she sighs softly -sure, she likes ... well loves Sergio Ramos- but she had long resigned to the fact that she wasn't his type, there were models, influencers, hell even female football players that looked like goddesses compared to her, and that's not to say she was insecure, not at all, she knew she was pretty but who was she compared to them, just a journalist that grew up loving football.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing, confused by the sudden call she grabs the device to answer. "Hello." she said softly.

"Hello Miss Y/L/N," a rich deep voice replied.

Her eyes widen, and she stared at the number before replying. "Sergio."

"That's right." he smiled, "How are you on this lovely morning?"

"I'm good, thank you ... erm." she stammers, "How did you get my number?"

"Your workplace," he replies. "I figured the polite thing to do was wait until you had your breakfast, or maybe you haven't."

"No, I haven't, why are you asking?" she asks curiously.

"Open the door sweetheart!" he exclaimed.

She froze, staring down at her attire which consisted of a worn out band t-shirt and shorts before she said. "Are you ....?" she asks.

"No, no ..." he chuckles. "I just took the liberty of sending you some treats from a bakery I love, enjoy and I'll see you around."

He ends the call, much to her confusion -she walks to the front door, swinging it open to find a large pink box, sitting on her doormat- she picks it up and shuts the door behind her, around the same time as Lucia enters the living room, she gestures to the box and asks. "What's all this?"

"A delivery from Sergio." she said with a sarcastic smile.

"You serious? .... I must have been quite the wing-woman." she chuckles.

Y/N placed the box on her counter and opened it, to find a variety of cookies, from chocolate chip to pistachio flavored to tiramisu flavored and the last row was red velvet white chocolate chip cookies, her favorites. "How did he know?" she asks.

"Maybe it was a lucky guess," Lucia shrugs snatching the choclate chip cookie.

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To say that Sergio was insistent would be an understatement, he had asked her to meet up in a café and after much insistence from Lucia, she agreed to meet up; choosing the most casual dress, pairing it with a jacket and her low heels, she steps into the café finding Sergio almost instantly, she walks over to him and says. "Some might call your behavior, borderline obsessive." she chuckles.

He grins, "I call it knowing what I want ..."

"Pardon?" she said as she sat across from him.

"Y/N, I remember the first time you were sent to interview me after the Champions League win against Atletico, fresh faced and quite innocent, you captured my attention immediately and I wanted to know more, Luca, my teammate had shown me your social media profile and I have to admit," he chuckles sheepishly. "I was a bit of a stalker first."

She tilts her head, "Is that so?" she chuckles. "I embarrassed myself in front of you."

"You," he laughs. "I was the one who embarrassed himself, stammering and blushing, my teammates wouldn't let me hear the end of it."

She couldn't really imagine it, "You're so cool and confident so it's kind of hard to believe, nevertheless ... my friend made an ass of herself that night because she was dumped and when she saw you, she thought, if I lost my happiness, there's no reason my friend can't find hers."

"Your friend is a wild one, Carlos would love her." Sergio chuckles.

A waiter approaches them, and they place their orders -he then turns to her- "Now," he begins. "I want to know about you, what you like? don't like, where you grew up? ... everything."

"Gosh, so forward." she laughs before growing silent, "Well, my full name is Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, but those close to me call me Pollito because of my height."

He laughs, "I can tell."

"I grew up in Y/C/N, in a small neighborhood but I always wanted to work here in Spain, so at eighteen, I made the decision with my friend Lucia to jump and move here on our own because I was already fluent in Spanish, it was easy to land a job here ... given my vast knowledge in football." she continues. "And before you ask, my favorite team is AC Milan, and my favorite player is Ricardo Kaka."

Sergio feigned offence, placing a hand on his heart. "Ouch, and here I thought I was your favorite."

Y/N shrugs, "Sorry, I like me a Brazilian." she teased.

"Guess that means I have to work harder." he said.

"How about you then?" she said.

Sergio shrugs, "There's not much to say about me, just a young man from Sevilla who made it big, I mean I also love music but nothing compares to football."

She nods softly, "I get it, if I hadn't gotten into journalism, I'd be a ballerina."

"I can see it." he smiled.

The waiter arrives, placing their orders on the table, she looks at him. "So, ... where is this heading?" she asks him.

"Where is what heading?" he asks.

"This ..." she gestures between the two of them. "Like don't get me wrong, I like you but I still have my reservations, like the public attention, I am sure you realize the gravity of this ... the idea that a famous football player and a journalist dating, come on now."

"So what, let them talk ..." he shrugs, "There's no denying ... I like you and you like me, and I think we'd be doing ourselves a disservice by ignoring our feelings."

She seemed apprehensive and for a good reason -she liked him but the fact is, there were plenty hurdles in their way- "Fine, but nothing too fancy and public, at first." she said softly.

A broad smile appears across his lips, "Fine by me."

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It'd been eight and a half months of slow and blissful dates, Sergio was as gentle and thoughtful as he could be -and Y/N was truly appreciative for that, they kept things lowkey for the most part, either having dinner at his house, him taking her to his farm, going to restaurants that weren't as popular around the area, Y/N in her part made sure not to hint to either Lucia or her co-workers that there was something, knowing they'd speak to the next person they find.

One evening, the pair were strolling together in his farm when suddenly he brought up the topic they'd been evading. "You've never been intimate with a man, right?"

She froze momentarily, before murmring, "How did you figure it out?"

It had been the primary reason why she evaded any of his attempts at initiating intimacy, she'd make up several excuses each time, believing that they were legitmate enough until she realized that there was going to be a moment where she has to face the elephant in the room.

He looks at her softly, with an understanding gaze. "Every single time you cower out after I touch you," he stops and takes her hand. "Baby I am not judging you, if anything I'll wait."

Y/N bites her lip, "I wont wait .... I'm tired of being a coward, I'm not getting any younger and besides," she smiles, "I trust you."

His heart soared, "I love you so much baby." he leaned in to kiss her.

"I love you too," she murmurs in between their kiss.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈-ˋ

Around their one year anniversary, she returns to her apartment to find dried rose petals creating a path leading to her bedroom, coupled with soft music coming from there, she removed her shoes, placed her bag to the side as she walked towards her bedroom, her eyes widening at the sight in front of her -rose petals decorated the bed along with candles placed on the tables- and in the middle of the room, stood her loving boyfriend Sergio, dressed in a shirt and a pair of washed jeans, he strides over to her. "Hello my love."

"Hi," she smiles softly, she gestures to their surroundings. "What's all this?"

"Well, you've been working so hard, so I figured what better way to celebrate you than to finally take the next step." he whispers softly.

She inhaled a deep breath then exhaled, before murmuring. "What if I'm not good?" she asks nervously.

"No, no baby." he shakes his head, caressing her cheek. "Don't doubt yourself, let me help you baby."

He leads her to the edge of the bed, and says. "Now," he looks at her, "I'm going to be as gentle as I can, so if at any point, you're uncomfortale ... let me know, ok."

She nods slowly, as he took a step forward, reaching for the zipper. He looks at her, and she nods again; biting her lip in anticipation for what was to come.

The air in the room thickened with tension as Sergio's fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as he slowly pulled it down, the soft fabric slipping off her shoulders. His eyes never left hers, reassuring her with a gentle smile.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice low and soothing.

Y/N's heart raced, a mixture of excitement and nervousness flooding her senses. She had never imagined she would be here, with him, like this. But there was something about Sergio, something so safe and warm that made her want to trust him completely.

He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for," he murmured against her skin.

But she was ready—ready to finally let go of the fears that had held her back for so long. "I want this, Sergio," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you."

His gaze softened, full of love and understanding. "Then let me take care of you," he said, his hands gently guiding her dress the rest of the way off. She stood before him, vulnerable but unafraid, as he kissed her again, deeper this time, full of promise and adoration.

Every touch was careful, every move deliberate. He took his time, ensuring she was comfortable and relaxed. As they lay down together, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in the intimacy of the moment.

Once the pair were bare from clothing, he laid her down on the bed, taking a moment to admire every curve of her body. "You're so ... so beautiful," he whispered, pressing soft featherlight kisses to every inch of her skin, eliciting the sweetest sounds from Y/N. "Oh the sounds you make." he groans, burying his face in her neck.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her, one of his hands slips downwards and in between her legs, his thumb caressing the dampness all the way up to her clit, "You're so wet baby." he cooed.

She whimpers, "Sergio."

"I know baby, I know but I wanna help you relax at first." he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

He kept his thumb over her clit, moving in a circular motion while he gently coaxed index finger into her walls, elicting a barely audible gasp from her lips. "So warm, so perfect." he nibbled on her neck.

Her vision blurred as he began to gently pump his finger in and out of her walls, "Sergio," she whines, bucking her hips upwards to meet his touch.

"Yes, baby." he groans roughly, keeping a moderately slow pace. "Just like that ..."

The air was growing thicker as the sound of music faded into the background, to be replaced by the sound of his lips on her neck and the slickness of her walls filling her ears. "Sergio, ... Fuck." she gasps as he hits the right spot.

"You're such a good girl for me," he praised, "So fuckng tight." he grunts. "Are you gonna cum?"

She nods, "Yes, yes ..."

"Hold on just for a bit baby," he murmurs softly.

He pulls his fingers out, causing her to whimper softly at the loss. "It’s ok." he whispers.

He crawls on top of her, parting her legs swiftly to push the tip of his cock against her slick pussy, "You're so wet baby."

"Please," she moans.

He caressed her cheek, before gently pushing his cock into her walls, his eyes fluttered shut, he released a hiss. "Oh baby, you're so tight."

"Sergio," she moans, instinctively clenching around him.

"Fuck," he groans, "Try to relax for me baby,"

She nods, relaxing her walls to accommodate to the sheer size of his cock - he gives her a warm, lazy smile. "You're such a good girl, you know that, from the day I met you ..." he murmurs, pressing tender kisses to her cheek. "I knew you were mine, all mine."

Y/N whimpers, grabbing his face in her hands. "I love you Sergio," she admits softly. "So much, so so much."

He captured her lips in a deep kiss, before slowly beginning to roll his hips against hers, coaxing out soft moans from her, he rests his cheek against hers and whispers, "Such a good girl, such a good girl for me, you're mine." he groans softly, "All mine."

Her back arched to meet the friction, "Sergio." she moans.

"That's right baby ... say my name." he groans in her ear. "You're so good to me."

Y/N drowned in an ocean of pleasure, while Sergio coaxed her to step out of her shell, her moans grew louder with each thrust - "Sergio, I'm gonna ... I'm gonna." she lost all sense of comprehension.

"I know baby, I'm right behind you." he groans. "Cum for me, cum for me sweet girl."

The coil in her belly tightened and slowly, she allowed the orgasm to course through her, crying softly. "Fuck, fuck ..." her legs shake as she arched her back.

"That's it," he cooed in her ear, kissing her neck. "Good girl, that's a good girl." he followed suit, his hips twitching as he allowed his orgasm to wash over him, releasing inside of her.

Afterward, they lay together in a quiet embrace, the candles flickering softly around them. Sergio brushed a strand of hair from her face, kissing her forehead. "You were amazing," he whispered.

Y/N smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "I couldn't have asked for a better first time," she admitted, her voice thick with emotion.

Sergio held her closer, his arms a protective shield around her. "This is just the beginning," he said softly. "I'm here for you, always."

She closed her eyes, feeling content and at peace for the first time in a long time. In Sergio's arms, she felt safe, loved, and most importantly, she felt like she belonged.

And as she drifted off to sleep, she knew that whatever came next, they would face it together—side by side, heart to heart.

[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."

[ms-snape]

Could you perhaps write an imagine about Severus meeting reader after he joins the death eaters(she’s one as well) they become close and she later suspects his spying for albus and confronts him alone about it and he convinces her to join him?

Hey, I really liked ur request I started writing it and then I realized I could actually write as a story with chapters cause I really like the idea and can’t imagine it as one shot, I already started writing the first chapter so I’ll probably post it today or another day of this week….

Tell me if u like the idea❤️

[blvzily]

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!

[hornymggstan]

Sick; Sergio Ramos

in which you take care of your insufferable sick boyfriend

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

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

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

[psgirlie]

Face card never declined

[lewisvinga]

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!

omg im so late but here!!

[zaeliaeve]

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

2009

Surprise, surprise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Because I said so."

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, whatever crybaby."

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

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

-

"Sergio are you sitting on my jacket?"

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

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

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

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

"So is life, sweetheart."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"When's yours?" Sergio asks back.

"September 27th."

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

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

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

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

"Cállate y hazme más preguntas."

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

-

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

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

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

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

Don't let your youth pass you by.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Friends?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Me as well."

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

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

"Feliz cumpleaños!"

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

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

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

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

It all made sense now.

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

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

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

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

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

[sp4ceqtown]

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Sergio Ramos Dating Headcanons

Sergio Ramos is a romantic at heart, and he loves to shower his significant other with attention and affection. He's the type of person who will go out of his way to make you feel special, whether that means surprising you with flowers or planning a romantic date night.

He's also incredibly protective of his loved ones, and he'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe and happy. If you're having a bad day, he'll be there to listen and offer words of encouragement. If someone is bothering you, he'll step in and defend you without hesitation.

Despite his tough exterior on the soccer field, Sergio is actually a softie when it comes to matters of the heart. He's not afraid to show his emotions, and he's always willing to open up and share his thoughts and feelings with you.

When you're with Sergio, you'll never be bored. He's always up for trying new things and going on adventures, whether that means exploring a new city or trying a new restaurant. He's also a great listener and conversationalist, and he loves to learn about new topics and ideas.

Overall, dating Sergio Ramos would be an exciting and fulfilling experience. He's a caring, passionate, and adventurous partner who will always make you feel loved and appreciated.

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Author's Note :

i have no ideas for blurbs or imagines... so here's a Sergio Ramos Dating Headcanon!

[nemolfc]

𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩 ( 𝟏𝟏 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Have you tried asking? " Ivan suggests.

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

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

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

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

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

Ivan held back a grin, " What? "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ivan laughs, " Then you resort to other methods "

" Such as …? " She trails off.

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

" Are you sure about this? " She asks.

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

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

Ivan grins, " It won’t "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" So should he? " He wonders.

She nods softly, " Yeah "

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

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

He grins, " I will muñeca "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" You think so? " He wonders.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She nods slowly. " yeah? "

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

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

" So did I " He laughs.

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

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

" I love you too " She smiled.

[swayziiwriter]

Rhythm | Sergio Ramos

summary: how he feels around you, every touch and every kiss taking over both your mind and body.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

He couldn't be stopped by the pain of your nails digging into his back.

He loved the sound of your moans.

A gentle melody that inspired him to push himself further. Your grip was speaking for you, revealing

everything you were unable to see or acknowledge. You ached for Sergio, his lips, his cock, every tattoo on his body, he was everything.

Your body spoke all of the words you couldn't say. As though your life depended on it, you held on to him.

His rhythm escalated at each stroke, tracking down his direction back into your core as the immense pleasure you were both feeling was all consuming. Right now, Sergio couldn't have cared less about your harsh screams. Indeed, he was concerned that you would lose your voice with every moan of his name.

The main thing that really made a difference was making you cum all over him. Having you shuddering under him as he fucked you to indescribable lengths was all that filled his mind.

Sergio watched as you back arched off the bed, you brought your hands to his biceps clinging onto him with all the strength that you had left.

"Mhmm, so good Sergio." You moaned. Sergio loved your praise, it fuelled him to go harder. The sound of skin slapping, groans and moans was all that filled the room. You were a mess under him, crying out for his body as he never faltered his movements.

It was all too much, he was pushing you for your second climax of the night and you were going to give it to him.

Sergio panted above you, his tall figure trapping you inside of his thrusts, his strokes becoming sloppy as you took that as an encouragement to beg for him to fuck you harder then before.

"Harder Sergio, I wanna feel you deeper" "please, give it to me, give it to me good." Your praise had him almost cumming right there, but he didn't. Instead he did just what you asked, and fucked you so deep that you could feel him in your stomach when Sergio brought your hand to it.

"Feel that?, I'm gonna cum so deep inside this pussy mi amor"

"So deep." That sent you off the edge, cumming all over Sergio's cock. Your were screaming, tears streamed down your face as your body shook at the impact of your orgasm.

"Sergio" was all you could say, your voice becoming weak as your overstimulated pussy ached.

Sergio was close, scraping the edge of his climax as your slick folds allowed to his slide in and out with a loud smack. His strokes became erratic, hard and sloppy as he neared his climax.

"Where do you want it mami?" He taunted, his head leaned back eyes screwed shut. Your hands roamed his body until they placed right over his cock. "Fill me up Sergio, I wanna feel your cum."

Sergio finally let go, spilling his warm seed buried inside of your core. You moaned with him, feeling his cum drop down your thigh as he continued to pant above you. Your bodies were sweaty and tired, but you didn't care. You brought him into an embrace, letting his head fall onto your chest.

Sergio listened to your heart beating, he took in every touch you placed upon his tattooed back. He didn't move, leaving his cock to be warmed inside of you as you silently begged him not to move. So that's what he did, he cockwarmed you for the rest of the night. Also silently hoping that this gesture would be enough for another round as soon as you both awoke the next morning.

[leclercsainzz]

FOOTBALL MASTERLIST

— 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓

* traitor

— 𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐌

* just friends, or?

— 𝐉𝐎Ã𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

* is there someone else? (ft lando norris)

[dubiousdisco]

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