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CUTE BATH, HECTOR FORT.

→ Summary: He comes home stressed, and you decide to take a shower with him, wash Hector's hair and give him a great massage.

→ Warning: Mention of Reader. Spanish phrases. Fluff. Romance.

→ Author's note: God, how I love him😭

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

The sound of the door opening with a sharp click was the first sign.

She was in the kitchen, slowly folding the towel she had taken off the clothesline, when she heard the key turn and the wood creak under the weight of someone who clearly had no lightness on their shoulders.

“Hola, amor…” she called softly, as if testing the temperature of the water before diving in. (Hi, love…)

No immediate response. Just the sound of the backpack being dropped on the floor, the sneakers being kicked off in a hurry, and then Héctor's body sinking into the sofa with a deep, almost painful sigh.

She walked towards him silently.

She found him with his forearms resting on his knees, his head down, his brows furrowed. His hair, which had always looked carefully combed, was now disheveled, strands of it sticking to his forehead from sweat. His hands were dirty with dried grass. He was tense, all over, from his shoulders to his clenched jaw.

“Rough day?” she asked, kneeling in front of him, patting his knee lightly.

He looked up, a mixture of exhaustion and relief in them that he was finally home.

“No tienes idea,” he muttered. “Hoy todo salió mal. Entrenamiento duro, presión, una pelea tonta con un compañero... Solo quería desconectar.” (You have no idea, Everything went wrong today. Tough training, pressure, a stupid fight with a teammate… I just wanted to switch off.)

She smiled lightly, running her fingertips along the sides of his face.

“Then let me take care of it.”

Minutes later, they were both in the bathroom. The hot water was already running through the shower, creating steam on the mirror and a constant sound that filled the comfortable silence between them.

She tugged gently at his shirt, feeling the taut muscles beneath her fingers. Héctor kept his eyes closed, as if trusting her was the first step toward letting go of all the weight of the day.

They got into the shower together, and for a while, they just let the water run down their bodies. He rested his hands on the wall in front of him, bending over slightly, letting the water hit the back of his neck.

“Gira hacia mí,” she asked, already with the shampoo in her hands. (Turn towards me)

He obeyed, his eyes still closed, his expression calmer.

She began to massage his scalp, using slow, circular motions. It was almost a ritual—her fingers dancing through his strands, her palm gliding gently, the lather forming as the scent of shampoo filled the air.

“You should let yourself be spoiled more often,” she whispered, chuckling softly. “You don’t even look like yourself when you come in like this, all grumpy.”

Héctor let out a low, hoarse laugh.

“He’s not grumpy. He’s… overwhelmed.”

“Entonces aligeremos la carga, Fort.” (Then let’s lighten the load, Fort)

His body shivered as he heard the name come out of her mouth. He loved the way it sounded from his mouth, passionate, calm, and polite. Everything he loved about her.

She ran her hands down the sides of his face, then down his neck and shoulders. The lather ran down his chest as she massaged the tense muscles with an almost medicinal calm. She felt her fingers sink into the tension, the soft cracks of his shoulders relaxing beneath her touch.

“Esto me esta salvando,” he murmured. “You... always know what to do.” (This is saving me)

She smiled and rested her forehead against his.

“Because I know you, Héctor. And because I love you.”

He opened his eyes for the first time in minutes. They were soft now. Tired, yes, but soft. He pulled her close, their naked bodies pressed together beneath the warm water, and kissed her slowly—a slow, unhurried kiss that said more than any words could.

“I love you too,” he said against her lips. “And thank you for being my refuge.”

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CAR, HECTOR FORT. ﹙001﹚

➤ Summary: You have a fight because of his jealousy, so he gets stressed out with you in the car.

➤ Warning: SMUT +18, Unprotected sex, start angust, Cute ending, violent sex. Toxic.

➤ Author's note: Translated into English, meaning there may be spelling errors.

Hector didn’t like the feeling. A warm knot in his stomach, like something was out of place. The party was still going on in the background, with colorful lights flashing in the garden of one of his teammates’ houses, but to him it all seemed like a blur. His eyes were fixed on her—and the guy she was laughing with.

He was one of her friends from college. Handsome, confident, cool. His hand would brush her arm a little too much whenever he laughed at a joke. Hector knew the look of an interested guy—because he’d looked the same way. But what really irritated him was that she didn’t seem to make an effort to pull away.

She was wearing that tight black dress he loved. She knew the effect she had on him. And now, in this moment, she seemed to be throwing it in his face. Like she was teasing him.

When she pulled away from her friend and turned, she found Hector leaning against the wall, arms crossed, jaw clenched. His gaze was dark, hard.

“What is it?” she asked, frowning.

“You’re having fun, aren’t you?”

"Like this?"

“With him. Laughing at his jokes, pretending not to notice the way he looks at you.”

She snorted.

“Hector, he’s my friend. That’s all.”

“Fucking friend,” he snapped, pushing himself off the wall and walking toward her, his body tense. “He wants to fuck you, and you know it. He’s loving the attention.”

She crossed her arms.

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

“Then stop acting like you’re single.”

The silence between them grew heavy. She stared at him defiantly. He stepped closer, the tension between them almost palpable.

“We’re going to talk,” he said firmly. “Now.”

He grabbed the car keys and pulled her by the hand, not giving her any room for argument. She went, out of pride and anger, but also because she wanted to understand how far he would go with this.

The silence was thick inside the car, broken only by the sound of the engine. Hector drove fast, his jaw still tense, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. She stared out the window, but she could feel his gaze burning into the side of her face from time to time.

When he stopped on a more deserted street, far from the house, he turned off the car with a sharp click. He turned to her.

“You like to tease me, don’t you?”

She turned her face slowly, her eyes burning.

“I don’t have to walk on eggshells because you’re insecure, Hector.”

He laughed humorlessly.

“Insecure? Do you think that’s it?”

“I think so. Because I didn’t do anything wrong. I just talked to a friend. If you see that as a threat, that’s not my problem.”

He licked his lips, staring at her with that intensity that always came before he lost control.

“Do you want to see how far I’ll go?”

She didn't answer. She just challenged him with her gaze. And that was enough.

Hector leaned over the console and kissed her hard, his hand going straight to her thigh, pulling up her dress. The kiss was hot, angry, full of everything he couldn't say. She responded with the same intensity, digging her nails into his arm, pulling at the hair on the back of his neck.

“Is this what you want?” he whispered between kisses, his lips trailing down her jaw, biting the skin down to her neck. “To drive me crazy? To remind me that you’re mine?”

She gasped when she felt his hand between her legs, firm, determined. His touch was urgent, possessive. He knew exactly how to tease. And now, he made sure to make it clear who was in charge here.

She squirmed in the passenger seat, trying to maintain control, but his fingers were already sliding firmly up the inside of her thigh, pushing their way in with authority. The car was dark, stuffy, the windows beginning to fog up with the difference in temperature between the inside and the world outside.

Hector pulled the back of her seat hard, reclining it all the way back, making her body slide a little. He straddled her with one knee on the seat, his eyes fixed, wild.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice low and filled with more than just lust. It was control. A warning.

She hesitated, just for the teasing, and saw his eyes grow even darker. He dug his hand into the base of her neck, squeezing lightly.

“I said... open.”

She obeyed. Slowly, defiantly, but she obeyed. And he smiled sideways, satisfied.

“That’s the way I like it.”

While the hand on her neck kept her there, submissive, the other slid between her legs with a precision that set the rest of her body on fire. She moaned softly, trying not to scream, but he leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear.

“Shout to me. The car is ours. The night too.”

She moaned louder, the sound muffled by the heat of the moment, and he bit her jaw lightly as his fingers delved deeper. She trembled, arching against him, and he held on tight, as if he owned her every reaction, her every breath.

“Only I can make you tremble like that. Speak.”

“Only you,” she gasped, her eyes nearly closing with pleasure.

He removed his fingers and licked them slowly, his eyes fixed on hers.

“You will prove it to me.”

In one swift movement, Hector unzipped his pants, pulling the fabric just enough. Gripping her thighs tightly, he positioned himself between them and thrust into her, deep, angry, needy. The bench creaked beneath them, the leather slipping with sweat from their skin, and her moans mixed with the wet, rhythmic sound of his movements.

His hand returned to her neck, squeezing a little tighter now, but not hurting—just enough to show her that she was his. That he could take her to the edge and bring her back.

“No one else is going to touch you. Ever,” he growled, his hips thrusting hard. “You’re mine. Understand?”

She tried to respond, but all she could do was moan, her eyes watering with the intensity. He leaned in closer, pressing his forehead against hers, keeping his grip firm on her neck while his other hand gripped her waist roughly.

“I fucking love you,” he said through gritted teeth. “That’s why I’m like this. Crazy. Possessive. Addicted to you.”

The climax came like a rough wave. She writhed beneath him, gasping, her muscles contracting around him. He lost himself with her, slamming into her hard one last time, hissing a husky groan against her sweaty skin.

They stayed like that for a few seconds. Panting. Silent. The only sound was their hearts beating fast in their chests, still processing what had just happened.

He gently removed his hand from her neck now, and kissed her there, like a silent apology. The anger was gone. All that remained was that intensity that always connected them, even in the worst moments.

“No one will ever love you the way I do,” he murmured, resting his forehead against hers.

She ran her fingers over his face, feeling the stubble, the sweat, the weight of the moment. She knew it was true. And even if she wanted to, she couldn't escape it.

“I’m yours,” she replied, her voice hoarse.

He smiled. A small, satisfied smile, and kissed her slowly this time.

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Hi girl! Idk if i already send this request but even if i did i'm requesting again :) . Can you do one that Kenan always watch reader doing her skin care so one day he ask her to do in him and she proudly do it . Very fuffly w a lot of kisses plss

Teenage Skin~Kenan Yildiz

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

・❥・a/n: I did get the previous request and I was already working on it!! enjoy <33

Kenan was used to watching her. While her nighttime routine was doing her skincare, his was sitting by her side and watching her enjoy how her skin glowed. At first he said it as a joke (kinda)

“Can you put that on my face?” he asked, trying to act casual, when all he wanted was to feel her smooth hands rub the cold products on his face.

“Huh?” she raised her eyebrows, her fingers stopping their motion on her face. She turned to look at him, as he stepped inside the bathroom.

“Those things…” he pointed to the several things on the bathroom counter, “Can you use them on me?” he asked, almost shy.

“You want me to put my skincare products on your face?” she asked again, trying to bite back a smile.

He nodded shyly, reaching to hold her moisturiser in his hand.

“I mean yeah” he shrugged. “Have you seen my face? I’m pretty sure my skin thinks I’m still 15 or something”

She giggled at his words, quickly washing her hands and turning to him.

“I’ve been wanting to make a skincare routine just for you for a while now but I didn’t think you’d down for it,” she said, opening her drawer and pulling out a headband.

She placed it in hands, while he looked at the fluffy two-eared headband in his hand. When he looked up at her and saw the excited smile on her face, he let out a sigh.

“Am I gonna regret this?” he asked, his lips twitching up in a small smile.

She put her finger on her chin, as if thinking, before she hummed.

“Probably. But not after your skin starts glowing,” she grinned, leaning up and pecking his lips quickly before pushing him down to sit on the closed toilet lid.

She helped him put his headband on, pushing his hair away from his face then she tied her hair in a ponytail and pulled the sleeves of her hoodie up to her elbows.

First off, she grabbed the cleanser, applying some on a cotton pad then wiping it across his face.

“Oh this is cold,” he hummed, letting out a sigh in satisfaction.

“And it's definitely removing all the dirt from your face,” she pulled a face, showing him the cotton pad that had darkened a bit.

“I showered in the morning!” he said, chuckling slightly.

“mhm this is normal. These things get stuck on your face without being visible,” she said, throwing the cotton in hand.

“wash your face love,” she instructed, before grabbing the next thing.

Kenan washed his face, and dried it with the soft towel that hung next to the mirror.

Next step: toner.

She placed a few drops on her hands, rubbing them together before patting it gently on his face.

“I might fall asleep like this,” Kenan murmured, opening his eyes to look at her.

He couldn't help but smile at the way her tongue poked out of her mouth, her eyes focused on his face.

He quickly reached up, pecking her lips quickly, making her squeal.

“you're gonna get this all over me!” she protested, but her smile proved that she didn't mind it.

“sorry you just look so cute,” he mumbled, his lips tugging up in a bigger smile when her cheeks turned into the brightest shade of red.

Then, she opened the next drawer this time pulling some…stickers?

“what're those?” Kenan asked, his eyebrows raising.

“pimple patches,” she stated, “you've got some pretty nasty pimples baby”

Kenan looked at his face in the mirror, noticing the big juicy pimples in his face, which made him wince.

“tell me about it,” he muttered to himself, turning to see her holding the first star patch.

Kenan sighed, but let her put it on his face. His forehead, below his lips, on his cheek. At the end, he had four yellow stars on his face, and he looked adorable as hell.

“Oh you look so cute,��� she squished his cheeks with her hands, kissing the tip of his nose lightly.

Kenan giggled, his nose scrunching up. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, as she stood between his legs and grabbed the pink serum he loved.

“I love this one,” he pointed out, making her chuckle.

“I know you do, because it's pink,” she said, putting a few drops on his cheeks.

She patted them slowly on his face, careful to avoid the pimple patches she had put previously.

Then she noticed the way Kenan was looking at her, his eyes half open, full of adoration making her heart melt.

“What?” she mumbled, tilting her head to the side.

“I love you so much,” he said, his eyes widening as he processed what he just said.

It wasn't the first time he said it, but it was the first time he said it so randomly, so casually but still sincerely.

She felt her cheeks heat up, eyes looking away to avoid his. Then she hummed.

“are you trying to get some kisses?” she teased, putting the serum back in its place and grabbing her moisturiser.

“maybe” he shrugged, “is it working?”

She turned to him, her seriousness melting away at the pout on his face.

“maybe” she muttered, leaning down to press a few kisses on his lips, then on the top of his head.

Kenan grinned widely, tightening his arms around her.

“okay last thing. moisturiser. you'll be getting a free massage today sweetheart,” she joked, applying some of the stuff on his forehead, cheeks, chin and nose.

Then she started to gently message it, with upward and downward movements until his skin absorbed it all. Then she moved to his neck a bit, making sure some of the product reached it too.

Kenan sighed, his eyes fluttering closed as her hands did their magic.

A few moments later, her hands left his face and his eyes opened.

“okay! all done. you're glowing Kenan,” she cooed, moving so he can see himself in the mirror.

Kenan stood up, stepping closer to the mirror to admire his now shiny skin.

She grabbed her lip balm off the counter, twisting the cap off, swiping it across her bottom lip slowly, then the top. Then, with a playful smile, she turned toward him and held it out.

"Want some?" she offered.

But before she could even lift her hand, he leaned in without a word and kissed her, firm and confident, stealing the taste right off her lips.

When he pulled back, a faint shine of balm smudged at the corner of his mouth.

"Got it," he said with a smug little grin, wiping the corner of his mouth with his finger.

She blinked, heat rushing to her cheeks immediately.

"i hate you."

"thank you," he murmured, brushing his thumb across her warm cheek, "i love you too baby."

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Could you write a Pau fic about him being totally whipped about his girlfriend? Like maybe they are hanging out with the rest ( reader is in the friendgroup) and the two of them being really into each other and Lamine and Hector tease them

Also Pau being the kind of boyfriend to talk about you in every interview as he is your #1 fan

↬❥ Dominated

Pau Cubarsí x Reader!fem

Synopsis: You guys are dating, but he's a very obsessed boyfriend, please.

a/n: This is the song that was playing in the reader's head when Cubarsí looked at her! 😩

REQUESTED

warnings: no

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

The sound of laughter fills the room as the group of friends gathers at a café near the city center. The conversation flows animatedly, but there is one detail that is impossible to ignore: Pau Cubarsí does not take his eyes off his girlfriend.

Sitting side by side, the two share a portion of fries, but it's as if Pau is oblivious to the rest of the world. He listens to her every word with almost devout attention, responds with a goofy smile and, from time to time, tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, as if it were the most important thing to do.

Lamine and Héctor, who were already waiting for this scene to unfold, exchange a knowing look before attacking.

“Dude, have you blinked today or are you afraid of missing a second of her vision?” Lamine teases, arching an eyebrow with a mischievous smile.

“I’m starting to think he doesn’t even know his own name anymore, he only knows how to say hers,” adds Héctor, making the rest of the group laugh.

Pau rolls his eyes, but it's impossible to hide the blush rising on his face. He tries to ignore them, focusing on holding his girlfriend's hand under the table, but Lamine doesn't let it slide.

“Seriously, Cubarsí, I’ve never seen anyone so dominated. She snaps her fingers and there you go, like a lovesick puppy,” he exaggerates, snapping his fingers for dramatic effect.

“It’s not my fault she’s amazing,” Pau retorts, shrugging with a proud smile, not at all ashamed of his own devotion.

You, reserved as you are, lower your gaze and smile slightly, still not completely used to the group's jokes. But there is something sweet in the way Pau continues to hold her hand, ignoring any provocation because, for him, nothing is more important than being there with her.

“This is worse than I thought,” Héctor jokes, feigning drama. “The niño was completely defeated.”

“And I love every second of it,” Pau replies, without hesitation.

The group bursts into laughter, and even his girlfriend can't help but smile wider. In the end, the teasing is just a reflection of what everyone has already realized: Pau Cubarsí is not only in love, he is completely surrendered.

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hey! Can you make one which Pedri and reader are making out on his couch and suddenly his parents gets on his home with Fer, and caught them, and reader really just wants to dissappear

↬❥ It wasn't supposed to end like this...

Pedri Gonzalez x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : You and Pedri are having an intimate moment after his family leaves, but Fernando forgets his wallet in the kitchen.

a/n: I'm starting to feel confident about this. But I don't give myself five days to give up writing smut KAKAKAKAKAK

REQUESTED

warnings: smut. Totally boring reader.

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

Pedri's hands were firmly on your thighs as his body moved intensely over yours. Your bodies fit perfectly on the living room couch, with you lying on your back and him between your legs—completely surrendered to each deep, slow, torturous thrust he gave you.

“Holy shit…” he murmured against her neck, his voice husky, full of lust. “You’re perfect like this, underneath me…”

You arched your back, your breasts pressing against his chest. Pedri's hands held your legs higher, making even more room for him to enter deeper, eliciting a loud, uncontrollable moan from you.

“Pedri…” you moaned, scratching his back. “More… deeper…”

He obeyed you with gusto. His thrusts became more intense, his hips slamming against yours hard, making the couch creak beneath you. The wet, rhythmic sound of your bodies colliding filled the room, along with muffled moans and heavy breathing.

Pedri held your face with one hand now, looking into your eyes as he fucked you with a mixture of affection and delicious brutality.

“You feel it, ¿mh?” he teased, with that damn smile on his lips. “Me inside you, deep inside…”

“I feel everything, damn it…” you replied, grabbing his shoulders. “You’re so hot, Pedri…”

He moaned against your mouth, and kissed you again hard, his tongue invading your mouth at the same pace he invaded your body. You felt your climax approaching quickly, the pleasure building up in insane waves, each thrust hitting just the right spot.

" I'm going to cum with you, darling… — he growled in her ear, increasing the speed even more.

You grabbed his hair and moaned loudly, feeling your entire body tremble.

" That's it, come on with me... fuck."

And it was exactly at that moment — at the height of your excitement, in the most compromised position possible, with Pedri pounding deep inside you — that the door to the house was opened with force.

"¡PEDRI! Hemos llegado! ¡Trajimos a Fer!" (PEDRI! We've arrived! We brought Fer!)

Time stopped. You froze. Pedri widened his eyes, still inside you.

And the scene that followed was simply the nightmare of his life.

Pedri’s mother entered the room first. She let out a shrill scream, her horrified gaze locking on hers just as Pedri desperately tried to pull a pillow over you. But it was impossible to hide what they were doing—your body was still shaking from your orgasm, your legs were still spread wide, and Pedri… well, he was still inside you.

“¡MADRE DE DIOS!” the woman screamed, turning her face quickly. “IT CANNOT BE! ANTONIO, GET ME OUT OF HERE!" (MOTHER OF GOD!)

His father walked in seconds later and let out a dry, indignant:

“¡¿PERO QUÉ COÑO…?!” (WHAT THE FUCK…?!)

And then, Fer appeared behind them, looked at the scene with a mocking smile and said:

“Fuck, Pedri, not even to wait for them to leave, huh? That’s real love… or despair.”

You wanted to disappear. Vanish. Enter a time rift and never return.

You tried to pull something to cover your body, but Pedri was still literally stuck to you — which made everything even worse.

“For the love of God, get off me!” you whispered, pushing his chest, completely red, feeling the embarrassment hit you harder than any pleasure.

Pedri left carefully, still trying to cover you with the pillows while your mother shouted from afar:

“Get dressed! Let’s pretend this never happened! And you two, shame on you!”

“I won’t be able to look at your mother ever again,” you said, still trying to find your panties thrown somewhere in the room.

“She’ll get over it… one day. Maybe with therapy,” Pedri replied, still laughing, even though she was also dying of embarrassment.

“I’m not laughing, Pedri. I’m traumatized.”

“But it was delicious, wasn’t it?” He whispered naughtyly in her ear.

You slapped him. But even with your face on fire, you couldn't help but laugh.

" Idiot."

“You idiot.”

And there you two went, dragging yourselves around the house in silence, trying to regain your lost dignity between the sofa cushions.

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changing prank

pairing: pablo gavi x reader

summary: in which you decide to prank your boyfriend

warnings: none!

a/n: this was my first ever tumblr fic and i decided to rewrite it bc the first one js wasn't it

it had been one of those days. the two of you had been lounging around the house, relaxing, and you figured it was the perfect opportunity to mess with him a little.

you decided to change into something more comfortable, so you turned to pablo with an innocent smile. “hey, do you mind stepping out for a bit? i need to change,” you said, trying to sound sweet, even though you had something up your sleeve.

he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused but also a little suspicious. “really? you want me to leave the room while you change?”

you nodded, giving him an exaggerated pout, “yeah, just for a moment… please?”

he stared at you, eyes narrowing as if trying to figure out what game you were playing. then, with a dramatic sigh, he flopped down onto the bed, crossing his arms over his chest. “fine, i guess if you really want me to go, i’ll leave.”

but instead of moving, he just stared at you, pouting back. “but i don’t wanna leave. why do you want me out of here anyway? what’s the fun of changing if i can’t watch?” he whined, dragging his words out with exaggerated annoyance.

you couldn’t help but giggle at his response. “pablo, it’s just for a second. you’re being dramatic.”

he rolled onto his stomach, his chin resting on his hands as he looked at you with those big, doe eyes. “nooo, i don’t want to go. i wanna see you change,” he teased, his tone growing playful as he inched closer to the edge of the bed.

you tried to hold your ground, though you were starting to crack under his whining. “pablo, come on! you’re being ridiculous.”

he made a pouty face, rolling his eyes dramatically. “nope, i’m not leaving. i want to watch. you’re my girlfriend, so i get to stay.” he then raised his voice in an exaggerated whine, “why do you always make me leave when i just want to stay with you?”

it was clear that you weren’t going to win this one. his persistence was too much, and you could barely stop yourself from laughing at his antics. “fine, fine,” you finally relented, “you can stay, but only because you’re impossible.”

pablo grinned triumphantly, flopping back on the bed with a victorious smirk. “i knew it. you love me too much to kick me out.” he winked playfully, his arms behind his head as he made himself comfortable.

you shook your head, still amused at how much he hated the idea of leaving, even for a moment. “you’re so spoiled, pablo.”

“yep, and i wouldn’t have it any other way,” he grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “now, let me watch you change.”

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Made by me, credits please!

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Heeeeeey hope you’re having a wonderful day or night sweetie

So I’m a law student right and we do these things called mock trials it’s basically fake court trials but like I’m a person who cannot control their facial expressions and can’t control their laugh so it takes me so much practice at home to have some self control so how about something like reader practicing a trial at home with Marc Bernal?

Thank you in advance 💜

↬❥ Love court

Marc Bernal x Fem!Reader

sy: You are a lawyer, but in simulated classes, you can't stay serious. So you decided to ask your boyfriend for help..

a/n: I'm sorry if this isn't what you asked for, I researched the subject a lot and studied a lot, and still didn't understand anything!💔! And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.

warnings: Marc Bernal being a cute and funny boyfriend. Cute content.

Y/N was determined to take this mock trial seriously. The problem? She simply couldn't keep her composure. Her face betrayed every thought that passed through her mind and, to make matters worse, her tendency to laugh at the wrong times had already earned her some dubious looks from the teachers.

That's why she decided she needed intensive training. And who better to help than Marc Bernal?

“Come on, honey, if the defendant is even remotely funny, you’re doomed!” Marc said, leaning back on the couch while holding a notepad, clearly taking his role as “opposing counsel” far too seriously.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but a smile escaped before she could control herself.

“That’s what we’re here for! I need to get better. So no jokes, Marc. Let’s go!”

He cleared his throat, adjusting his posture and placing imaginary glasses on his face.

“Your Honorable Judge… and a beautiful one, by the way… we are here today because my client, Miss S/N, is being accused of very serious crimes.”

“What crimes?” She crossed her arms, trying to keep her tone professional.

Marc paused dramatically.

“Stealing blankets at night and murdering popcorn on the couch.”

Y/N bit her lip to hold back her laughter, but Marc's mocking expression made it harder.

“Protest!” she said, trying to be serious.

“Denied,” Marc replied immediately. “Let’s get to the facts. For consecutive nights, my client was caught pulling all the blankets to his side of the bed, leaving this poor citizen exposed to the unrelenting cold.

“That’s not true!” Y/N shot back, trying to contain her laughter. “I’ll share the blanket… eventually.”

“Eventually is not always, my dear. And more! We have concrete evidence that the accused destroyed an entire bucket of popcorn, which was clearly not just for her!”

He was dramatically pointed to the table, where an empty popcorn bucket actually sat.

Y/N closed her eyes at him.

“Witnesses?”

Marc smiled.

“Mr. Popcorn Bucket is here to testify.”

He held the empty bucket and made a thin voice:

"It's true, your honor! I saw everything! She said she would share, but in the end, I was left with nothing!" He made a high-pitched voice.

This time, Y/N couldn't hold it in. A laugh escaped her and she fell back onto the couch, covering her face.

“It can’t be serious…”

Marc leaned forward, a victorious gleam in his eyes.

“You may laugh at our mock trial, but you won’t laugh at the real one. Come on, take a deep breath and try again!”

S/N hired fund, adjusting her stance.

“Okay, okay. I’m ready. Let’s do this right now.”

Marc cleared his throat, returning to his “professional seriousness.”

“So, Ms. S/N, tell us: what do you have to say about the accusations?”

She headed straight for him, keeping her face neutral.

“I do not confirm or negotiate with these discussions.”

Marc arched an eyebrow.

“Hmm, interesting. But if you’re not to blame, how do you explain the cold nights I spent?”

“Maybe… it’s a circulation problem?” she suggested, trying to sound convincing.

He pretended to write it down on the notepad.

“Ah, so you’re to blame for my cardiovascular system? Intriguing. But let’s get back to the popcorn bucket case.”

Y/N raised her hand.

“Objection! That’s irrelevant!”

“Denied,” Marc replied with a mischievous smile. “The popcorn bucket is a victim in this case, and deserves justice.”

She sighed dramatically.

“Okay, I admit it! I ate all the popcorn. But in my defense, you were distracted by the game on TV and I was hungry!”

Marc put his hand on his chest, feigning indignation.

“Then admit your guilt!”

Y/N crossed her arms.

“Can the judge at least grant a light sentence?”

He scratched his chin, pretending to ponder.

“Hmm… maybe. How about… a kiss as payment for your crimes?”

She laughed, rolling her eyes.

“That doesn’t look very professional to me.”

“But it seems fair,” he retorted, stepping closer.

She sighed, feigning reluctance.

“Okay, accept the sentence.”

When their lips met, Y/N had to admit that perhaps the mock trial hadn’t been as serious as it should have been. But at least she was practicing self-control… in a way.

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↬❥Lucky kitty

Hector Fort x Fem!Reader

sy: You fall in love with a kitten and adopt it.

a/n: THIS IS SO CUTE! And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

warnings: Cuteness, more cuteness, so cute!

Y/N never imagined that her afternoon of shopping would turn into the cutest decision of her life. It all started when she walked into a pet store to buy a gift for her friend's dog. But as soon as she walked past the adoption area, her eyes met a small gray cat with huge blue eyes, looking at her as if he had been waiting for her.

“Oh no…” he murmured, already feeling his heart melt.

The kitten meowed softly, extending its paw out of the cage as if asking for a hug.

“This one was rescued a few weeks ago,” said a store employee, approaching.

“He’s very affectionate, but I haven’t found a home yet.” S/N knew that Hector loved cats, so she took out her cell phone and quickly made a video call with him.

“Honey, look at this!” She turned the camera to the kitten.

Hector's eyes widened.

“NO, DON’T SHOW ME THAT, or I’ll fall in love…” He sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“Where is it?”

“At the pet store.” He hesitated for a second before smiling.

“Hold on, I’m coming over there now.

And in a suit, less than twenty minutes later, Hector walked into the store, still wearing his workout clothes. As soon as he saw the kitten, he completely melted.

“AI, MI AMOR…” He bent down and the little animal immediately curled up against him, purring. “That’s it, that’s it. This cat is ours.”

“I knew it!” Y/N laughed.

They filed the adoption papers and before they knew it, they were on their way home with their new family member in a carrier. The problem now was deciding on a name.

“What if it’s a name that has to do with you?” S/N suggested, already imagining something funny. Hector smiled.

“Like… Hectorzinho? A little obvious, right?” She laughed.

“But maybe something you represent.”

Hector scratched his chin thoughtfully.

“STRONG?”

“It sounds like the name of an academic supplement!” S/N laughed out loud.

“True.” He laughed too.

“And STRONG will grow up… he won’t be so STRONG for long.”

The kitten, oblivious to the argument, climbed up Hector's legs and nestled in his lap, purring happily.

“Wait... And you're going to Fort?” S/N suggested, brightening up.

.Hector paused for a second, looking at the cat and then at Y/N.

“Fort… I like it.” The cat meowed, as if approving of the choice.

“Okay, then it’s decided. Welcome to the family, STRONG!”

In the early days, Fort proved to be a true king of the house. He ran everywhere, explored every corner and loved to climb on Hector's shoulder while he played PlayStation.

“Strong, get down from there, BROTHER!” Hector said, laughing, as he tried to play with the cat by holding his shirt.

But the cutest moment was at night. Whenever Hector and S/N lay down to sleep, Fort would find a space between them and curl up there, purring softly.

“He’s so clingy,” Y/N murmured, stroking his soft fur.

Hector smiled, watching the snuggled kitten.

“As I am with you.” She smiled and found herself closer.

“So I guess I have two Forts now.”

And that night, with Fort in the middle of the bed and Hector hugging her, Y/N realized that this was the happiest home she could have.

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the barca boys reaction to you calling them your husband?

↬❥ Their reaction when you call them husband.

BARCELONA REACTION

sy: You calling him husband

a/n: I couldn't put Marc Bernal, sorry!🥺. And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

warnings: Cute, sooooo cute, SO CUTE!

Pablo Gavi

Your aunt, always curious about your love life, leaned over the dinner table and said, with a mischievous smile:

“So, Y/N? What’s so special about your boyfriend that he finally won you over?”

Without thinking much, and perhaps wanting to provoke Gavi a little, you say:

“Ah, yes. My HUSBAND only needed to be him to win me over.”

The sound of cutlery hitting plates stopped.

Your mother's eyes widened, your father coughed in surprise, and your aunt almost dropped her glass. But the best reaction of all was Gavi's.

He froze in place, brown eyes wide in shock. Husband?! Her mouth progressively opened, and an instant blush rose on her face.

“W-What?!” He finally managed to say, looking at you, completely lost. You held back a laugh and squeezed his hand.

“I’m kidding! But the way you get nervous, who knows, maybe one day, right?”

Then, a mischievous smile appeared on his lips. He leaned towards you, whispering softly:

“Then you better start training like my wife, because now I can’t escape it.”

Pedri

Pedri and S/N were sitting on the couch, watching a random movie. He was distracted, fiddling with his cell phone, while S/N tried to find a comfortable position leaning against him.

“Honey, get me the popcorn?” she asked, slyly.

He asked and picked up the bowl next to him, handing it to her without taking his eyes off his phone.

“Thank you, husband.”

Time seemed to stop for a second. Pedri froze, looking away at Y/N with raised eyebrows, a smile playing on his lips.

“What did you call me?” I asked, now fully aware of her.

Y/N saw what she had said and tried to hide it, shrugging her shoulders.

“Hey, I was just telling the truth.”

Pedri laughed, putting his cell phone aside and approaching her.

“Husband, is that it? Are you promoting me without telling me?”

“Maybe…” she said, eating some popcorn, trying to hide her smile.

He couldn't resist and pulled her closer, leaving a long kiss on her forehead.

“I like that. You can call me that more often.”

And with a sparkle in his eyes, he went back to watching the movie, but now with a silly smile that didn't leave his face.

Pau Cubarsí

Training had ended, and Pau Cubarsí was still on the field, kicking the ball lightly as he waited for you. He had come to watch a session, and as always, he tried to impress you—even if you said he wasn’t.

As he approached, he smiled. “You’re the best, husband.”

Frozen dick. The ball slipped from his feet, rolling away, but he didn't care. His face turned red in an instant, and he looked at you as if he hadn't heard you right.

“What?” he asks, his voice progressively shaking.

You laugh at his occurrence. “What’s wrong? You didn’t like it?”

He looks away, scratching the back of his neck. “I-it’s not that… It’s just—” He sighs and tries to compose himself, but the goofy smile that appears on his lips gives it all away. “Say it again.”

“Husband?” you repeat, gradually leaning towards him.

This time, he smiles broadly, full of confidence, and puts an arm around her shoulders. Covering her face with kisses. “I like that. You should call me that more often.”

And from the sparkle in his eyes, I knew he wouldn't let this moment be forgotten any time soon.

Hector Fort

Hector Fort was a meticulous man, always impeccable, always out of control. But at that moment he was unprepared. You were just making a simple cake.

“Husband, can you pass me the sugar?” you asked casually, not even looking at him as you stirred your coffee.

The silence that fell was almost comical. Hector blinked once. Then twice. His lips parted, but no words came out.

“What?” his voice finally came out, slightly hoarse.

You looked at him as if nothing had happened.

“Sugar, Hector”

He handed you the jar, but kept his eyes fixed on you, trying to decipher what it did. A slip? A test? Or, perhaps, an unconscious desire?

You blew on your coffee and chuckled. “Is there a problem, husband?”

This time, it was impossible to ignore the faint blush that crept up his neck. Hector cleared his throat, crossed his arms, and looked away.

“You’re kidding me, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” You took a sip of coffee and raised an eyebrow. “Maybe not.”

He stared at you for a few seconds before approaching, resting one hand on the table, leaning in close.

“If you’re going to call me that, you better be prepared for the consequences.” His voice was low, almost a whisper.

Alessandro Balde

Training had ended a few minutes ago, and Alessandro Baldé was still on the field, adjusting his hand bandages and chatting with some teammates. You impatiently crossed your arms as you waited outside, watching him with a slight smile on your face.

As soon as he saw your presence, his eyes lit up and a smile formed on his lips. He walked towards you with calm steps, his face slightly sweaty and his hair disheveled from the effort.

“Did I take too long?” He said, picking up his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder.

“A little bit, but it’s okay. Let’s go home soon, husband.” You said the nickname naturally, without even realizing the magnitude of what was here.

Alessandro stopped in the middle of putting the backpack strap on his shoulder and frowned, blinking a few times.

“What?” he said, his voice softly husky.

“What, what?” You replied, confused.

“Did you call me husband?”

Now it was you who blinked, realizing what you had said. Your face heated up, and you tried to hide it with an embarrassed laugh.

“Ah… it was just force of habit, I forgot.”

But Alessandro didn't forget. He shifted a little more, tilting his head to the side with a mischievous smile.

“Force of habit? Since when do you call me that?” he teased, his eyes shining with amusement.

You looked away, biting your lips.

“I don’t know, maybe in my head I already see you like this…”

Alessandro’s smile grew even wider. He wrapped an arm around your waist and leaned close to your ear.

“If you keep calling me that, you’ll end up getting used to me, you know?”

The shiver that ran down her spine was the result. He chuckled softly as he noticed her occurrence and, holding her hand firmly, began to walk beside her.

“Let’s go home then, wife.”

Fermín Lopez

Fermín was concentrating, adjusting a chair that insisted on being crooked. With his shirt sleeves rolled up and a serious look on his face, he seemed oblivious to what was going on around him — until y/n decided to try something.

“Fermín, can you get that glass for me?” y/n said casually, and before he could answer, she added with a mischievous smile: “Please, husband.”

The sound of the glass clinking on the table was almost imperceptible compared to the restless silence. Fermín froze in place, his hand inches away from the glass. Slowly, he straightened, turning to y/n with an arched eyebrow.

“What did you say?” His voice was firm, but there was something else there—a tone of surprise mixed with something that made y/n’s heart race.

“I just… called you husband. Is there a problem… husband?” y/n repeated, now amused by his occurrence.

For a moment, Fermín just stared, as if what he had just heard was being processed. Then, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he tilted his head slightly to the side.

“Hm… interesting,” he murmured, stepping closer. “So I’m your husband now?”

“Only if you want to be,” y/n joked, feeling her face heat up when he stopped right in front of her.

Fermín let out a small nasal laugh, his eyes shining with a mixture of defiance and something softer, almost complicit. He took the glass and handed it to her, but before he let go completely, he murmured close enough for only her to hear:

“Be careful with your words, cariño… because I might like the idea.”

Ferran Torres

It was a sunny afternoon in Barcelona, and you and Ferran Torres enjoyed a rare day off together. The mood was light, filled with laughter and jokes as you walked along the beach.

“Do you want ice cream, love?” Ferran asked, squeezing her hand gently.

“Yes, I do, husband,” you replied without thinking much, focused on the ice cream shop window.

The silence lasted only a second, but it was enough for you to realize that something was up. When you turned to him, Ferran was standing there, staring at you with a surprised smile on his face.

“What did you call me?” He arched an eyebrow, clearly amused by the situation.

You felt your face heat up, realizing what you had just said.

“N-nothing…” he tried to disguise, looking away.

But Ferran wasn't going to let it go. He moved, tilting his face so you could see it better.

“Husband? So we’re already at that level?” The provocative tone in his voice only made her heart race even faster.

“Forget it, it was a slip!” You tried to walk away, but he held your waist and kept you close.

“I liked it,” he whispered in her ear, before placing a long kiss on her cheek.

Lamine Yamal

Lamine was distracted, fiddling with his phone while you waited for your order to arrive at the coffee shop. The place was cozy, with a delicious smell of coffee and fresh bread, and you had taken the afternoon to spend some time together, something rare lately with his intense routine in Barcelona.

You smiled when you saw him so focused, his eyes fixed on the screen, probably watching some video of dribbling or game tactics. You decided to tease him a little.

“Honey, get me a napkin?”

He automatically took it and handed it to you without taking his eyes off his phone.

You bit your lip, holding back a laugh. Time to try something more daring.

“Thank you, husband.”

The effect was immediate. As if he had been shocked, Lamine froze and slowly looked up at you, his expression surprised and his cheeks flushing at the same time.

“What did you say?” He asked, clearly trying to maintain his composure but failing miserably.

“Husband,” you repeated, feigning innocence as you sipped your juice.

He blinked a few times, as if processing the information, and licked his lips before answering:

“Hm… I didn’t know we were already married. Did I forget to go to my own wedding?”

You laughed at his response, loving how he sounded both embarrassed and interested at the same time.

“Hey, but we’re practically married already, right? All that’s missing is the ring.”

Lamine chuckled, shaking his head.

“You're impossible, you know that?”

“And you like it” you winked at him.

He smirked, his cheeks still a little red. After a moment, he leaned closer to you and murmured softly:

“Say it again.”

His heart skipped a beat.

"What?"

“Call me husband again.”

Now it was his turn to be embarrassed, and Lamine noticed, laughing victoriously before taking her hand across the table and leaving a kiss there, his eyes shining with amusement.

“Who would have thought… you get shy too, huh?”

And in that moment, you knew you would never stop calling him that.

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Make a little smut of Hector Fort where they are going to Hector's parents farm to spend the weekend alone... And he uses his candle skills with his fingers!

↬❥ Dancing thumbs

Hector Fort x Fem!Reader

sy: You're going to spend the weekend at his parents' country house and he decides to give you some pleasure during the trip.

a/n: And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

warnings: Smut, nothing too explicit, +18.

The car's engine purred softly as Hector drove along the deserted road, his hands steady on the steering wheel and his eyes fixed on the orange horizon of the sunset. Y/N was beside him, watching the rural landscape that stretched along the way. The silence between them was comfortable, made necessary only by the sound of the low music playing on the radio.

“We’re almost there,” Hector said, casting a quick glance at Y/N, who glowed.

She loved the idea of spending a weekend on his family's farm, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Just the two of them.

But the atmosphere inside the car began to change subtly. Y/N's perfume mixed with the leather smell of the seats, and the way the afternoon light illuminated her face left Hector distracted for a moment. She saw it and smiled sideways.

“What is it?” he said, arching an eyebrow.

Hector didn't respond right away, but his free hand slowly slid down Y/N's thigh, squeezing lightly. The touch made her body react instantly.

“You know very well what it was,” he murmured, his voice full of ulterior motives.

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine. The atmosphere between them became palpable, filled with tension. Her breathing became irregular as Hector's hand moved up a little higher, tracing planned circles on the thin fabric of the skirt she was wearing.

“Hec…” She tried to sound scolding, but her voice came out low, almost a whimper.

He chuckled, leaning towards her a little while keeping his eyes on the road.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?” His voice was pure provocation.

Y/N didn't respond with words. Instead, she slid her own hand down his arm, lightly scratching the exposed skin. The car continued its peaceful journey along the deserted road, but inside the vehicle the temperature seemed to have risen several degrees.

Hector kept a steady hand on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the dirt road leading to the farm. The silence of the car was not discounted.

Y/N felt his free hand splayed on her thigh, his fingers tracing slow, careful circles on the thin fabric of her skirt. Her heart raced, but she didn't protest.

“You like to tease, don’t you?” He murmured hoarsely, his voice thick with desire. “But when the consequences come, you run away like a scared little mouse.”

A smile played on Y/N’s lips, but any response she might have given died when Hector slid his fingers up, unceremoniously pushing her skirt up. Her breath caught in her throat when he found the thin fabric of her lingerie, tracing a slow, torturous path to her core.

“Hector…” She whispered, more as a sigh than a protest.

He didn't answer. He just looked sideways, keeping his eyes on the road, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His fingers braced in provocation

“That wet?”

Y/N's body reacted on its own, her muscles tense, her breath shallow. She tried to maintain control, but when Hector removed the fabric and slid a finger between her hot folds, a small moan escaped her lips.

He chuckled softly, clearly pleased.

“You need to be quiet, love... We still have a long way to go to the farm.” he teased, caressing her center in circles, making her sigh.

When Hector slid a finger inside, she let out a loud moan, biting her lips to hide her noises.

“Don’t hide them, darling.” He chuckled, moving his fingers inside her, a warm and delicious chest.

As if it were an order, as if he had power over her body. Her mouth opened, letting the short moans come out naturally.

“Do you want me to stop?” His voice came out in an “innocent” tone.

Desperately, she shook her head no several times.

“More..faster!” She begged.

Hector's movements were slow and provocative, causing an explosion of things to mix at the bottom of y/n's belly.

“Please…” she begged, and Hector felt his cock throb at her soft, sly voice. “I need it fast, much faster, please!”

Her legs spread wider as he intensified his finger movements. Curling her toes in desperation. Her moans filled the car and drove Hector crazy. He was taking her to heaven with just one finger, one measly finger.

She thrust her hips against his hand, wanting more contact. He bit his lip, feeling his finger in her warm, wet center, wanting it to be his cock there. Her hand, which was now completely smeared with her juice, made him even more excited, but the focus wasn't on him, it was on her.

Y/n turned her head towards him, unable to even keep her eyes open properly. With her poor vision, she ran her eyes down his torso, until she reached the middle of his legs. She smiled, but quickly undid it to let Hector's name come out of her mouth in a moan.

“No.” He let go of the steering wheel for a few seconds, taking her hand away from it, placing it away from his erection.

“Let me touch it!” she grunted, but soon arched her back as he curled his finger several times, frantically inside her, hitting her sweet spot. “Oh… Papi..!” (Daddy)

Hector bit his lips, trying to pay attention to the road, but her soft moans and sighs, so sweet, were disturbing him. Without stopping the rhythm, Hector looked at her for a few seconds. Finding her in a real mess, sweat running down her forehead, lips red from so many bites, chest rising and falling completely out of breath, and eyes closed.

Her hand gripped his wrist tightly, not in an attempt to stop, but to have a place to hold on as her legs trembled and she released herself onto his hand, staining the bench with her somewhat transparent juice. His name was dragged out of her mouth as she felt herself spill over his hand.

Her legs were now weak, a few strands of hair stuck to her forehead and her chest still rose and fell, but calmer. She felt his fingers still inside her center, still, but he withdrew letting her see her liquid run down his finger.

Hector knew how to make you a real mess when it came to giving you pleasure and you loved it.

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can you write a fic where pau cuba is sick and reader takes care of him??

↬❥Sly kitten

Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

sy: He gets sick and extremely cranky. You take care of him like a giant baby!

a/n: Sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

warnings: It does not have.

It was a cold and cloudy day in Barcelona, and you just wanted to stay home, under the covers. But of course, that wasn't going to happen after you received a message from Pau:

I think I'm dying. Will you come see me?

You laughed to yourself, already imagining his drama. A sick Pau Cubarsí was synonymous with double the fuss, triple the neediness and a level of affection that only appeared in these rare graces. Sighing, you picked up your bag and headed towards his apartment.

The Giant Baby

The door was unlocked, so you walked in without knocking.

“Pau?” he called, looking around.

The room was a mess. There was a blanket on the floor, a half-empty mug of tea, and a pile of sheets next to the couch. And there, huddled under a thick building, was he.

The messy hair, red nose and half-open eyes stared at you as if you were the only hope for salvation.

“Finally…” he murmured, his voice hoarse and raspy. “I thought I would have to say my last words alone.”

You crossed your arms, holding back a laugh.

“My God, Pau, you look like you’re on the verge of death.”

“Because I am,” he grumbled, clutching the comforter to his face. “My head hurts, my throat is on fire… and I’m so cold.”

You moved, sitting next to him on the couch. Carefully, you placed the back of your hand on his forehead. It was too hot.

“You have a high fever,” he said, concerned. “Have you taken any medicine?”

He shook his head, snuggling deeper into the blanket.

“I couldn’t get up. I’m too weak… I think my time has come.”

You rolled your eyes, but a smile escaped.

“My God, what a baby. How did you survive without me?”

He opened one eye.

“I don’t know. You must live here to always take care of me.”

Your heart gave a strange beat, but you ignored it.

“Be quiet and wait for me here. I’ll get the medicine.”

You went to the kitchen and made yourself some hot tea, grabbing a paracetamol tablet before heading back to the couch.

“Come on, big baby, time to drink this.”

He grimaced.

"I don't want."

"No longer…"

“It tastes bad.”

You furrowed an eyebrow.

“Would you rather continue with a fever?”

He was silent for a moment before muttering,

“Will you take care of me later?”

You laughed.

“I’m already taking care of it, right?”

“No… I want affection.”

His heart melted a little.

“If you take the medicine, I will cuddle you until you fall asleep.”

He looked at you for a few seconds, analyzing whether your proposal was serious. Then, he took the glass and the pill, taking everything quickly.

“Now you have to fulfill your promise,” he said.

You laughed softly and started to run your fingers through his hair, feeling him slowly relax. But he didn't give you time, pulling you to lie down with him on the couch.

“Your hair smells good…” he murmured after a while, hiding his face against you.

His face heated up.

“It’s just shampoo, silly.”

“No. It smells like you.”

His heart skipped another beat. Pau reported saying things like that, but sick, feverish, and clingy, he seemed to have no filter at all.

“You’re very cunning when you’re sick, you know that?”

He shifted slightly and slid even closer, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

“Only when it’s you taking care of me,” he murmured against her skin.

You felt a shiver run down your spine.

“Do you want me to continue the affection?”

He let out a low sound, almost a purr, and nodded. Her fingers slid through his soft strands again, and before long, Pau's breathing became heavier.

“Stay here with me?” he asked softly.

“I'm going to stay anyway.”

He sighed contentedly and snuggled even closer to you.

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You could do one where the reader hears Cubarsi talking to his sister about asking her to dating but she misunderstands and thinks it's something different

anganst to fluffy

↬❥Do you want to date me?

Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

sy: You're at a dinner party at his house, and you overhear him talking to your sister about asking you out, but you misunderstand.

a/n: Sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

warnings: Anguish, from anguish to cuteness

Y/N walked through the silent hallways of Pau Cubarsí's house, where she had been invited to a family dinner. She was already nervous enough, because she liked him a lot, but she wasn't sure if the feelings were mutual.

As she passed by the half-open door to his room, she heard Pau's own voice, talking to his older sister.

“I’m nervous…” he said, sighing. “I don’t know if I should even do this.”

“You need to decide soon. If you keep putting it off, she might end up moving away,” the sister advised.

Y/N held her breath. "What are they talking about?"

“But will she take it badly? What if it’s not what she wants?” The anguish in Pau’s voice made Y/N’s heart clench.

“Man, look at the way she was around you! It’s obvious that she trusts you, that she likes being around you.”

Y/N's face heated up. Could we be talking about her?

“I’m just afraid of messing it up. I know she likes me, but what if it’s just as friends? I really want that with her… But what if she regrets it later?”

“You need to decide soon, Pau,” Irene replied. “You might end up hurting her unintentionally.”

Y/N feeling her heart race.

“What if I’m already hurting her?” Pau’s voice was filled with anguish. “I know she likes me, but… what if it’s not enough?

The ground seemed to disappear beneath Y/N's feet.

“To think so much!” Irene insisted. “Do you like her or not?

The silence lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

“I like it… but I don’t know if I want that for her.”

It was as if all of Y/N's emotions were crushed at once.

She took a step back, her eyes burning. Her chest felt tight, as if she were about to suffocate. She couldn’t stay there. She couldn’t let Pau or Irene see the pain on her face.

Then, without saying anything, she turned and left.

The following days were torment.

She ignored all of Pau's messages. She ignored his calls, his audios, even Irene's attempts to talk to her. She avoided places where he might be, and pretended to be worried when her friends asked if something was wrong.

But everything was wrong.

Every time she saw Pau's name on her cell phone screen, her chest tightened. She wanted to scream, she wanted to ask why he had played with her feelings, she wanted to understand why he acted like he liked her, if in the end he didn't even know if he wanted anything with her.

The problem was, she didn't want to hear an answer.

So she did what she thought was safest: she ran away.

But Pau didn't give up.

That night, S/N was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, when she heard insistent knocking on her door.

His heart froze.

She walked away slowly, feeling a bad feeling spreading through her body. When she opened the door, there he was.

Pau Cubarsi.

He was dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans, his hair a little messy as if he had run his hands through it several times. His eyes were filled with frustration and worry.

“Finally,” he said, letting out a sigh. “You don’t answer me, you don’t respond, you don’t look at my face. What’s going on?”

The question made something inside Y/N snap.

“What’s going on?” she repeated in disbelief. A humorless laugh escaped her lips. “You really don’t know?

Pau frowned in confusion.

“No! I’m trying to understand! You just disappeared out of nowhere, cutting me off completely!”

Her breathing became heavy, and the words simply exploded out.

“I heard you talking to Irene!”

The silence that fell was frightening.

Pau's face turned pale.

"What?"

“I heard you say you didn’t know if you wanted this with me!” Her voice shook, anger and sadness spilling over. “I heard you say you didn’t know if you liked me enough! Do you have any idea what it was like for me to hear that?

Pau blinked, stunned.

“Y/N… that’s not it…”

“Then tell me what it is!” she said elegantly, feeling the tears that had been building up finally start to flow. “Because it seems to me that I’ve been an idiot this whole time! I thought you liked me, I thought we had something special, but in the end…”

She swallowed it second.

“…you didn’t know you wanted this with me.”

Pau's chest rose and fell rapidly, his expression filled with despair.

He ran his hand through his hair and took a step towards her, but Y/N hid it.

“You don’t understand…” he muttered, almost in a whisper.

She laughed bitterly.

“I understand perfectly.”

“No, I don’t understand!” he insisted. “When I said that to Irene, I wasn’t saying I didn’t want you! I was saying that… I didn’t know if I was good enough for you!

Y/N's eyes widened.

"What?"

Pau took a deep breath, his eyes shining with intensity.

“I’m afraid of hurting you, of not being the guy you deserve. I like you so much that I keep wondering if you’ll be enough.”

She was speechless.

He continued, his voice sharing emotion:

“I always knew how I felt about you. The problem was never that I liked you a little, but that I liked you too much. And when I said that… I was just trying to understand if I was capable of making you happy.”

Y/N feeling her heart hammering in her chest.

“You… you don’t know how bad I felt, Pau,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

He looked into her eyes and, with the greatest sincerity in the world, said:

“Let me fix this.”

Y/N blinked a few times, feeling the weight of anguish begin to dissipate.

“You already fixed it.”

The gap in Pau's eyes was so genuine that Y/N felt her heart warm. He moved slowly, afraid of forcing something, but she took the initiative and hugged him.

Stick it tight or strong, as if afraid it would disappear.

“I never want to see you disappear like that again,” he murmured against her hair.

Y/N closed her eyes and smiled.

“So never let me doubt how you feel again.”

He was late enough to look into her eyes and for the first time in days, Y/N had that smile he loved so much.

"Combined."

And at that moment, everything made sense again.

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Hi, I hope you are doing well

I would like to know if it would be possible for you to write for Phil Foden x FemReader, because I find that there is so little content on him, so here it is

It can be whatever you want, smut or not, Headcanon or Imagines. Anyway, if you do it, thank you very much

pairing: phil foden x reader

summary: what phil would be as a boyfriend

warnings: none!

tagged: @madwolia

a/n: sry it took me so long to write this! i’ve js been really busy lately. lmk if there’s any mistakes!

𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨…

➳ get you flowers and coffee after training

➳ trail after you in the mall and let you taste makeup on his hands

➳ ask Jack for dating tips

➳ have a lovesick look in his eyes every time he looks at you

➳ unconsciously put his hand on your thigh while the two of you are cuddling and watching movies

➳ want to lay in your arms after a loss

➳ want to get matching shoes

➳ get you presents for no reason and hides them all around the house.

➳ face time you till you both fall asleep when he's away

➳ make you take a break and orders your favourite foods when you're stressed

➳ cuddle you when it's pouring outside

➳ press soft kisses on your neck when you're busy doing something like cooking

➳ keep your lip glosses in his car just incase you need them

➳ bury his face in the crook of your neck when you've just applied perfume

➳ loves when you wear his jersey and go to watch his matches

➳ have weekly date nights where the two of you go out to a fancy restaurant

small little fluffy imagine:

it was one of those london mornings, where the sky was grey and the rain pattered against the window. inside, the warmth of the duvet cocooned you and phil, who was nestled behind you. you could hear the quite rhythm of his breath, his arm draped over your waist and his face nestled in your hair. 

“morning love,” phil mumbled, his voice muffled by your hair. 

“morning,” you turned slightly, resting your head on his chest.

“this is nice,” he sighed contently, pressing a kiss to your head. 

“i could stay like this forever,” you hummed, tracing gentle shapes on his chest absentmindedly.

“me too.” the world outside felt so far away, and for this moment, it didn’t matter. just the two of you, warm and safe, wrapped in the rhythm of your own little world as the rain danced on the windowsill.

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chapter 2 of invisible string is out now!!

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Hi! So can you do a fic where Pedri won the match and his two boys and one daughter along with y/n come down to the pitch to celebrate like how Alvaro's kids came down to the pitch with his wife Alice and their kids after winning the Euros. PLEASESSS 🥺🤧🫶🏻

↬❥ By your side forever.

Pedri Gonzalez x Wife!Reader

sy : Você e Pedri são casados ​​há dois anos e depois de vencer a Supercopa da Espanha, você e seus três filhos – com Pedri – desceram do camarote para comemorar com ele.

a/n: Forgive me if it's not good, I never wrote to Pedri :(. And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

warnings: Cute, very cute. Pedri daddy

The final whistle echoed through the stadium like thunder.

For a moment, everything seemed to stop. The deafening roar of the crowd, the euphoric screams of his teammates, the lights shining on the pitch – everything became a blur as Pedri stood there, trying to process what had just happened.

Barcelona were champions of the Spanish Super Cup.

The explosion of emotions was immediate. Pedri let out a disbelieving laugh, putting his hands on his head as his teammates ran to hug him. Sweat ran down his face, mixing with the tears he didn't even bother to hold back. His heart was beating so hard, it almost came out of his mouth.

The road to this point had not been easy. He remembered every difficult moment, the muscle pain after exhausting training, the criticism, the painful defeats that made him doubt himself. But none of that mattered now. He had done it. He had won.

Suddenly, he felt an impact against his body – Gavi grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him in pure excitement.

“WE ARE CHAMPIONS, HERMANO!” he shouted, laughing.

“CHAMPIONS, FUCK!” shouted Lewandowski, hugging them both.

The players began to gather in the middle of the field, celebrating, shouting, jumping. The stadium was a sea of blue and maroon, the fans cheered, singing the Barcelona anthem at the top of their lungs. Fireworks exploded in the sky, lighting up that unforgettable night.

But, in the midst of all that euphoria, Pedri was only looking for one thing.

He turned his face to the stands and, as if he knew exactly where to look, his eyes found those who were his greatest motivation: Y/N and her children.

There, in the front row, were Mateo and Martín, the five-year-old twins, jumping and shouting with excitement. They were both wearing Barcelona shirts with their father’s name on the back and holding small club flags. In Y/N’s arms was little Sofía, two years old, clapping her hands with a radiant smile.

Pedri's heart sank. If there was anything more important than football, it was them.

It was then that one of the club's employees approached, touching his shoulder.

"Your family is already coming to the field."

Pedri smiled broadly, feeling his chest heat up. He turned in time to see Y/N bend down to say something to the boys and, as soon as the employee gave permission, Mateo and Martín shot through the tunnel, running towards the lawn with all the energy they had.

“PAPÁ!” they both shouted together, even catching the attention of some players.

Pedri let out an emotional laugh and bent down just in time to receive them in his arms. The boys threw themselves at him, their little faces lit up with joy, and he hugged them tightly, feeling their little hearts beating fast.

“Did you see daddy playing?” he asked, still not believing that those little ones were there, sharing that moment with him.

“You destroyed everyone!” Mateo said, his eyes shining.

“It was the best in the world!” Martín added.

Pedri laughed, feeling an indescribable happiness.

Before he could answer, he felt another presence beside him. He looked up and found Y/n, holding Sofía in her arms. She was smiling at him in a way that made his heart race, as it had since the first day they met.

“Congratulations, love. You deserve this more than anyone.”

Pedri stood up, approached her, and without saying a word, wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. He felt her familiar scent, the warmth of her body against his, and knew there was no better place in the world than here.

“I couldn’t have done it without you guys.” He murmured against her hair, feeling the emotion well up inside him.

Y/N pulled away a little, looking at him with a sparkle in her eyes before leaning in and sealing their lips in a soft kiss. The crowd applauded the scene, and some photographers recorded the moment.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Sofía called, stretching out her little arms.

Pedri smiled and picked her up. The little girl touched his sweaty face with her small hands, watching him with innocent curiosity before saying, in her sweet little voice:

“My daddy is a champion!”

And it was at that moment that Pedri felt his heart overflow.

He forgot the trophy. He forgot the medals, the titles, the applause from the fans. Nothing compared to this.

He looked up at the stands again and saw thousands of fans cheering the team, celebrating their victory. But for him, the real victory was there, in the arms of his family.

As the trophy ceremony approached, Pedri stood there, surrounded by those he loved the most. Y/n, Mateo, Martín, and Sofía. They were his greatest achievement. His greatest trophy.