#fort x reader

[barcapix]

could u do a hector fort x reader where he’s at training and during the break, one of his teammates show him multiple social media posts uploaded by his mom of her and his gf of 2-years having a girls day without him knowing prior. the whole team is teasing him and saying how locked in they are and he’s just so happy asf saying that’s wifey and stuff like that xx

✮ Tú y Mamá - Hector Fort

hector fort x fem!reader

sy: hector’s mood had been low all day, from your absent messages for hours. what he doesn’t know though, is your date with his mother was what you were up to.

a/n: this was a little crammed into my schedule to write, so im really sorry if it’s a lil stiff but ty for the req 🧡(ifykyk @n0vazsq)

warnings: nope!

the ciutat esportiva was electric, barça players scattered out amongst the pitch, immersed within a full spectrum of excersise and activities.

hector was completing goal warmups, firing past numerous balls beyond inaki. nearby, cubarsí and lamine were atop a cooler box, following every movement hector made.

“he looks sorta angry doesn’t he?” lamine nodded over, grabbing pau’s attention. “i wonder what’s up with him.”

“did you not hear what he was talking to balde and ansu about? his girl hadn’t messaged him this morning.” pau noted in all solemnity.

“what?” lamine grinned, “are you serious? de ninguna manera.”

“im serious.” pau scoffed, shaking his head. “he’s crazy over that girl.”

lamine let out an exasperated sigh, watching as hansi blew out his whistle to signal the first water break of the morning.

hector kept his head low, strutting past the two guys in a seemingly rushed hurry. his eyes were locked onto the ramp to the lockers, as lamine and pau instantly followed his footsteps.

their cleats were in a rhythmic motion, the clicks bouncing from the concrete walls onto the otherwise silent hallway. hector’s movements had stopped at this point, an eerie silence lingering.

“hey hermano?” lamine called out, his voice echoing off the bricks. they meet face with the locker room, sighting hector’s figure silhouetted in the dim light. he sat on the bench below his locker, head in hands.

his curls were messy and crumbled, his jersey clinging to his sweat-drenched body—his toned abs on display.

“why are you in here man? your bottles outside.” pau walked on closer, gently swatting his head.

hector let past a low murmur, tugging his shirt over his head. lamine frowned, taking a seat next to him.

“what’s the matter with you amigo? you don’t seem yourself today.” he further pressed, as they exchanged a knowing look.

“im alright, just tired.” he grumbled. it probably would of been believable if his voice wasn’t so threaded with tension.

“ey, the usual im tired gimmick,” pau teased but tone firm. “seriously hector, what is it?”

as hector was about to retaliate, a follow-up echo of shoes clacked against the floor, revealing a wide-eyed gavi, pedri, casado and olmo.

“coach has been looking everywhere for you three!” dani exclaimed, flailing his arms. “why are you all in here?”

pedri sighed in relief whilst muttering a small, “i told you so,” to gavi who didn’t seem to hear.

“ask him that,” lamine gestured to hector, inviting the four players near. the group drew closer, with raised brows and curious expressions upon hector’s uncharacteristic gloom.

“we saw you with that dopey look on your face earlier,” gavi tried to lighten the somber mood, grinning. “wipe that glare off man.”

hector didn’t comment, he just kept his gaze onto his lap where he was fidgeting with his jersey.

casado huffed, trying to bring reassurance. “it’s not personal H, she’s just busy with your mom.”

the words rolled off his tongue simultaneously, though by the look on hectors face, he immediately regretted it.

“she’s what?” hector abruptly stood up, voice rising and laced with confusion.

“uh, yeah, she’s been with your mom all morning.” the spaniard mumbled, stepping back ever so subtly.

“how do you know?” hector advanced onto him, his face now inches apart from marc’s. hector’s jaw tightened, the muscles in his cheek twitching.

“oh si.. she posted it on instagram,” he gulped, the colour drained from his face. “earlier.”

hector’s glare intensified, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “my question is, why do you follow her?” he interrogated.

“no reason.. i follow everybody.” he said weakly, hurriedly shoving his phone into his pocket.

hectors eyes narrowed, the type of look that made marc shift uncomfortably. as though he was about to burst, pau quickly intervened, slinging his arm over his shoulder. “don’t worry hermano, he followed my sister and her friends who he’s never even met before.”

marc let out a sigh of relief, dropping his tense shoulders. a few of the boys snickered, poking fun at casado for his internet obsession.

pau continued, slowly steering hector’s attention away, “and get this, he liked so many of her posts that her boyfriend had to step in.” pau proceeded laughing, causing casado cheeks to blush.

“ey! i was admiring her aesthetic!” marc tried to defend, though that never really stopped the rest of them making fun of him.

“can’t you do that with your own sister? i don’t blame irene for blocking you!” pedri clapped his back.

“what? irene blocked you?” lamine doubled over laughing, clutching his stomach for air. “no way!”

“okay whatever whatever, show me again.” hector interrupted the guys’ gig, motioning for gavi’s phone.

pablo protested, although dani elllbowed him into submission. reluctantly, he pulled up the post on his phone, as hector took it from his hands.

hector flicked through the numerous posts, images of you and his mother laughing, posing, and seemingly drunk off merriment.

they featured everything from coffee dates and endearingly charming selfies, to affectionate boasts about your latest matching nail sets together.

each photo possessed a natural setting, no forced chemistry, no pre-practised techniques nor any false smiles. hector couldn’t shake the swell of his heart that was multiplying with each swipe, his grin only growing wider.

the simplicity of all of the candid shots, brought an unwavering, flustering emotion over him—his earlier frustration melted away. who knew that all he needed was a few coupled images of the two women he loved most in this world, to cure his dishevels.

“look at that smile on his face,” lamine teased. “he’s so happy, it’s disgusting.”

“see the way he’s invested in them,” gavi added, him and pedri similarly leaning into eachother by snickering. “he’s completely gone.”

“she’s got you hooked man,” dani commented, also grinning ear to ear.

laughter filled the room again, but this time, hector joined in. he ran a hand through his hair, with pablo’s phone still in hand, gazing fondly at the screen.

“at least we now know who really runs your life,” pedri qipped finally.

“she’s worth it though, they both are,” he said simply, the sincerity in his voice silencing any further teasing.

the others nodded, their teasing softening into gentle ribbing. “of course she is,” marc stated. “just don’t let her forget it.”

hector chuckled, his heart now infinitely lighter than it had been all morning and his mind no longer foggy. “believe me, i won’t.”

[n0vazsq]

What would you do? | Hector Fort x Reader

pairing . . . hector fort x reader

summary . . . After seeing it on Tiktok, you decide to try the 'What would you do?' trend on Hector

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.2k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . i wrote this a few hours ago but just started proofreading // editing rn so yeah thats why it took a while! also finding pics for the little moodboard legit takes me 293 centuries!!!! also im proofreading this at 1 am my timezone so if some phrases or sentences dont make sense just ignore it or comment so i can fix it!

taglist . . . @barcapix (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . The soft hum of music filled the air, blending with the golden hues of the late afternoon sun streaming through Hector’s apartment windows.

The two of you were sprawled across his couch, limbs tangled under a worn throw blanket. Outside, the city bustled with life, but inside, the world felt quieter, softer. Just the two of you, alone.

Your phone rested on your lap, the screen open to TikTok, where you’d been scrolling aimlessly. A video caught your eye; it was of a girl teasing her boyfriend with the trend, 'What would you do if another guy did this to me?'

You glanced over at Hector, a mischievous smile forming on your lips. His focus was on the ceiling, eyes half closed as if he were lost in thought.

Typical Hector, always calm, always composed. It was moments like these that made you want to annoy him, just to see him open up a little.

You nudged him with your shoulder. "Hey."

He turned his head slightly, one eyebrow raised. "What 'Hey'?"

"I wanna try something."

That eyebrow quirked higher, suspicion obvious in his eyes. "That sentence never ends well."

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a grin. "Relax. It’s just a game."

He stretched, one arm draped lazily behind you on the back of the couch. "Alright. What kind of game are we talking about?"

You shifted, facing him fully."It’s this trend on TikTok. I ask you what you’d do if another guy did something to me."

He smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. "Oh, I see how it is. You wanna test me?"

"Maybe." You leaned closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. "You scared?"

He let out a low laugh. "Of you? Never."

You bit back a smile, then gently bumped his shoulder. "Okay, first question. What would you do if another guy did that?"

Hector tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly. "Depends. Was it an accident, or should I be worried about this guy’s future?"

You laughed, shaking your head. "You’re so dramatic."

"Am I?" His eyes softened, but the hint of protectiveness lingered. "Try me again." He smirked, his arm now rubbing circles in your shoulder.

You looked around, pretending to think. "Alright, what if... he said I looked pretty?"

His smirk faded, replaced by something more serious. "I’d thank him for having good taste. And for not being a blind bat." He leaned in, his voice dropping a notch. "Then I’d ask if he’s lost."

You couldn’t help but laugh, the warmth in his voice making your heart beat faster. "You’re ridiculous."

Hector’s eyes never left yours. "You’re the one asking the questions."

You felt a blush creep up your neck, but you continued asking. "Okay, what if he tried to hold my hand?"

The playful glint disappeared. His jaw tightened, his fingers tapping against his knee, his other hand clutching your shoulder. "Then we’d have a... conversation."

You raised an eyebrow, trying to hide your smile. "A conversation?"

He leaned closer, his voice low and serious. "A very short one."

You burst into laughter, the image of Hector trying to intimidate someone in his calm way too much to handle. "You’re terrible."

He grinned, but there was a flicker of something more intense in his eyes, something that made your heart skip a beat. "Next question."

You took a breath, steadying yourself. "What if he brought me flowers?"

Hector’s gaze softened, but his expression stayed serious. "I’d buy you a bigger bouquet. And another one with thorns. For him."

You bit your lip, the protectiveness in his voice sending shivers down your spine. The room seemed to grow quieter, the playful conversation fading into something deeper.

You hesitated, then asked the question that had been lingering on your mind.

"What if..." You glanced down, your voice barely above a whisper. "What if he told me he liked me?"

The air shifted. Hector’s eyes locked onto yours, the teasing smile gone. He reached over, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered, his touch soft but deliberate.

"Then I’d make sure you knew how much I do."

Your breath caught, the weight of his words settling in your chest. The room felt smaller, the space between you charged with something unspoken. For once, you were the one flustered, the usual banter replaced by a quiet intensity.

"Hector..." You couldn’t find the words, your heart pounding in your ears.

He smiled, the corners of his lips softening. "Any other questions, or did I win the game?"

You shook your head, a laugh escaping despite the lump in your throat. "No more questions."

He leaned back, his arm slipping around your shoulders, pulling you closer. "Good. I like winning."

"I love you, you know that?"

You could feel Hector's breath near your ear, warm against your cool skin. His arm had now moved from your shoulder to your waist, gripping it tightly.

"I know that. And I love you too. More than anything." His voice was a tiny bit deeper, but boy, it made you go insane.

Hector's hand cupped your cheek, his touch gentle like the soft brush of a breeze against your skin. You could feel the warmth radiating off him, pulling you closer, as if the distance between you had never existed.

"I'll make sure every single guy knows you're mine, yeah?" His eyes locked onto yours, dark and intense, like they held a thousand unspoken words.

Then, slowly, his lips brushed against yours, hesitant at first, like the first raindrop on a parched earth.

You melted into him, the kiss deepening as he leaned in, his lips moving against yours with a tenderness that made your heart race, like a fire igniting in the cool night.

His fingers threaded through your hair, pulling you even closer, until there was no space left between you, and you felt as if the world had disappeared, leaving only the two of you.

"You're mine, mi hermosa amor."

"I know, Hector, I know. And I wouldn't want to have it any other way."

"Good, because I'm never letting you go away."

He said it with such sincerity that it made your heart melt in your chest. You looked up at him, eyes searching his face, looking for any trace of doubt. But there was none.

His gaze softened, and a gentle smile tugged at the corners of his lips, one that was all for you. It made your breath hitch.

The way he said it made you feel as though nothing else in the world mattered, like he had found his happiness in you and wouldn’t let go. But Hector did find his happiness in you, it was that you were too clueless to realise that.

You could see it in the way he looked at you, that quiet, deep affection, the kind that didn't need words to be understood.

You rested your head against his shoulder, feeling him tense slightly but then relax. The silence stretched out, comfortable and warm. Outside, the city continued on, but in that moment, it didn’t matter.

You already knew who’d won.

He always did.

[wifistupid]

Hello, I am a Wattpad and AO3 writer, and I want to start writing here. I write everything about FC Barcelona. Requests will always be open, and I will try to complete them as quickly as I can. (if they ask for it LOL)

I can write player x player, player x fem/male reader, or whatever you want; be specific with your request, and if it is a song, leave the meaning to make it easier for me.

𝑴𝒀 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬: AO3 profile

[yuujiologyy]

no thoughts just thinking of crybaby bottom men <3

crybaby men! who tense up when you first enter them, not because it hurts, you could never hurt them but from the sheer amount of euphoria they feel. is it okay for sex to feel this good?

crybaby men! who blabber thank you thank you thank you's! while you slowly get accustomed to their tight hole. he practically cums on the spot when he sees your cock distend his tummy.

crybaby men! who start bawling when you say you have to pull out. why would you need to do that? even if he wishes too, there's no way you could get him pregnant!

you grimace as you shealth yourself into his warm hole, your jaw clenches, and your hands that are holding the sheets in a vice grip begin ache as you hold back from completely fucking the words out of him.

soon after, he holds his hands over his face as he attempts to hide from you. his breath begins to hitch as he's at the cusp of breaking down.

why?

you begin to pull out slowly, your thoughts swim thinking you might've hurt him somehow yet he... stops you? his ankles wrap around your lower back, hindering you from pulling out.

"h-hey, look at me," you softly pry his hands of his face and you didn't expect to see the most debauched, fucked out face looking back at you.

you gulp as your heart rate begins to spike, just what was he doing to you?

you though you couldn't possibly get harder but just by looking at his face you stand corrected.

he's staring at you, misty eyed and drooling. brows furrowed and lips quivering.

"..re.." he mumbles. he pulls you down lower, tilting his head up ever so slightly as he leans in for a kiss. you're still recovering from this crazy development so you didn't catch what he said.

"w-what'd you say baby?"

"more, please..! feels t-too good, nghh.." he mewls on your lips before trapping them in a heated kiss. his tongue wriggles between your lips asking permission to explore the heated cavern of your mouth.

you open your mouth ever so slightly and that's all he needs before he's threading his fingers in your hair pushing you into him.

you had to pull back because you needed air and your nose was starting to sting from how rough he was kissing you.

he growled as you pulled away, cute.

"please.. i want you to f-fuck me.. your already in so deep..' he takes your hand and places it on his bulging stomach for emphasis. "you can't leave me like this.. i'll do anything! i'll be so good for you, please just fuck me!"

you smirked, were you really in a position to give him anything less? he was already ruined just from you putting it in.

when he begged so sexily how could you deny him?

yuuji itadori, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro naoya, denji, mark grayson, katsuki bakugo, keigo takami, gihun, and your favs.

[paucubarsisimp]

being a girl includes staying up till 3AM bc it’s already past your bedtime to read more “x readers” because you know you’re going to miss your alarm anyway.

[ghoulishconey]

Universal greeting always works, right?

Not everyone knows this, big guy.😅

The fanfic is called “Move” Fort max reader by @revelboo

All i can think about in the 2nd chapter.

[halfwayhearted]

Can you do one story where Hector Fort its SUPER clingy w his gf and when they're in the middle of a making out he literally can't stop kissing and saying how much he loves her

Kiss Me — Héctor Fort.

Pairing: Héctor Fort x Fem!Reader

Summary: In which he just can’t get enough of you.

Word Count: 355+

Disclaimer/s — Hi, kissing of course, anddd that’s it I think!

A/N: This is short :/ but it’s been marinating in the requests for quite a bit sooo! + I stared at my screen blankly writing this

Air, you mused to yourself. You guys needed air.

Your hands fall from his hair—his curls—and drop to his shoulders before you pull back, utterly breathless. “Wait, you’re actually trying to kill me.” You say, catching a much-needed breath.

“You know I’m not,” he huffs.

“Yeah, well,” a pause—the silence broken only by the sound of both your quickening breaths. “Could’ve fooled me. Or anyone, for that matter.”

Héctor narrows his eyes at you. His hand moves from your hip to your jaw, thumb hovering over your bottom lip. “Never fail to always be the dramatic one, do you.” His finger traces your lip gently. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, gaze drifting away. You feel your face heat at his words.

“Can I kiss you now?”

Oh, he’s so going to be the death of you.

When you don’t reply, he leans forward, a whisper of a kiss landing on your shoulder blade. Slowly, his kisses trace a path up your neck, until he reaches your jawline. “Can I?” Héctor questions.

“You’re sickening,” you grumble, but the words are lost as you capture his lips. He smiles into the kiss, amused by your impulsiveness. Oh, okay.

And as if on instinct, his grip returns to your hip, his thumb rubbing soothingly against your skin where your shirt doesn’t quite reach your pants.

You should’ve told him to catch his breath with you, especially when he tilted his head back.

He just had to be impatient.

“I,” Héctor starts, trailing off to peck you on the lips before pulling back. “Love you. I love you.”

A smile graces your lips. “I love you.”

That’s when he groans, pulling you in for another one. God, when did he become so needy? He doesn’t care; he’s got you. When does he not?

“Héctor,” you manage to murmur. “Breathe. You’re acting like you won’t see me for months.”

“I love you.”

Uh-huh. He’s a goner. “So you’ve said.”

All he does is roll his eyes, but does as you order. Breathe. Even if he’s back to pecking at your lips within seconds. You’d have to deal. Unfortunately.

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated ^_^.

DT(s) — @pedriache + @spidybaby + @levidazai + @ferrarifudds + @sakashq + @joaoflms ! ౨ৎ

[turn3tifosi]

operation cookie heist

pedri x gf!reader, pau cubarsi x platonic!reader, lamine yamal x platonic!reader, héctor fort x platonic!reader

your son brings home friends

Pedri should have known something was up when he overheard Pau whispering to Héctor Fort like a kid plotting a heist.

“No, seriously,” Pau insisted, voice low but not low enough. “Her cookies are nutritionist-approved. Do you know how rare that is? And she gives them to me. For free.”

Héctor’s eyes widened. “You’re telling me there’s a secret loophole to Barça’s diet plan?”

Pedri’s blood ran cold.

Your phone rings just as you’re settling into the couch.

“Mi vida,” Pedri’s voice is suspiciously sweet. “We haven’t gone on a date in a while, have we?”

You squint. “Pedri, we literally had dinner together last night.”

“Exactly. Too long.” He’s already talking faster. “I’m picking you up in twenty. Wear something cute.”

You don’t even get to question him before he hangs up.

Pau’s call comes exactly seven minutes later.

“Hey,” he says, voice already preemptively pouting. “So, hypothetically… if I, Héctor, and maybe Lamine showed up at your place tonight… would you maybe, possibly… make us those cookies?”

You bite back a laugh. “Sorry, Pau. I have plans.”

A dramatic gasp. “With who?!”

“Your ‘dad.’”

The silence is devastating.

Pedri, the smug little devil, grinned the entire drive over.

The date is nice. Pedri is smug the entire time, grinning like he just won the Champions League by simply existing in your presence.

You get home, still laughing at how ridiculous he’s being—until you open the door.

Pau, Héctor, and Lamine are sitting on your couch like three overgrown puppies who just got caught chewing the furniture.

“Surprise!” Pau says, grinning way too wide.

Lamine holds up a grocery bag. “We brought ingredients!”

Héctor adds, “And we won’t even make you cook! Just… supervise?”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing as Pedri muttered under his breath, "I could murder three teammates. Just three. That’s not too many, right?"

It takes approximately four minutes for you to ban all three of them from the kitchen.

Pau somehow got flour in his hair. Héctor cracked an egg… directly onto the counter. Lamine almost put salt instead of sugar into the mix before you snatched the measuring cup from him.

You rolled your sleeves up. "Alright, since you three clearly can’t be trusted, I’m making the batter. You can watch like good little footballers."

Pau groaned. "This is unfair."

Héctor sighed. "We’ve been benched."

Lamine, ever the optimist, perked up. "But we still get cookies, right?"

Pedri, now in an excellent mood, threw an arm around you as you mixed the batter. "Yeah, but I get the first one."

Pau narrowed his eyes. "That’s favoritism."

Pedri grinned. "Damn right it is."

Pau glares. “You’re a terrible father.”

“And you’re a terrible son.”

Lamine sighs. “Can we at least lick the spoon?”

You point the spatula at him. “If any of you move before I say so, no cookies.”

Three professional footballers immediately freeze like statues.

By the time the cookies are done, the three of them have migrated to the floor in front of the oven, staring through the glass like it’s the most fascinating thing they’ve ever seen.

“They’re rising,” Lamine whispers, awed.

“That’s what cookies do, genius,” Pedri says, but even he can’t hide his smile when you pull the tray out and three pairs of eyes follow it from the oven to the counter, hypnotised.

The second the cookies were cool enough, all three of them lunged—only for you to hold the plate just out of reach. “What do we say?”

“Please,” they chorused, slightly surprised by their own politeness.

You sighed, handing them over. “I can’t believe I’m babysitting Barça’s future.”

Pedri, wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And yet, you’re so good at it.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling.

Yeah. You’re definitely stuck with them.

[xndrexcruz]

When They Find You Wearing Their Jersey | FC BARCELONA

✮- summary: they basically walk in and see you wearing one of their barcelona jerseys

✮- warnings: none

Requests are open

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João Félix:

As you lazily stretched on the couch, draped in João’s jersey from his last match. It had been the only thing you could find last minute after you had taken a shower.

When João walked in, he had abruptly stopped and let out a breathy chuckle before letting out a low whistle. “Estás realmente muy bonita.” (“You really look very pretty.”) he said, eyes looking you up and down. “When did you decide to steal my jersey?”

“Why, do you want it back?” you teased softly, sitting up slightly to look at him.

“Not a chance. You look way too good in it for me to take,” he replied, grinning at you as he took a seat next to you on the couch. “You should think about wearing it more often.”

You let out a giggle, leaning your head onto his shoulder. “Did you have a good day?” your asked as you pressed a soft kiss on his neck.

“Seeing you like this makes it absolutely perfect,” he murmured, gently running his hand on your thigh. “I could get used to this.”

Pablo Gavi

You had been in the middle of brushing your hair when you heard the door open. With you having stayed over, and nothing else to wear, you slipped on Gavi’s oversized jersey and went to greet him.

Gavi’s eyes widened a bit at the sight of you in just his jersey. “Wow, what’s the special occasion?l” he asked, with a wide grin from ear to ear. "Te ves increíble con mi playera de jugador.” (“You look amazing in my shirt.”) he said while wrapping his hands around your waist.

You interlocked your hands behind his head “No special occasion,” you replied, laughing. “I just needed something comfortable, I forgot to bring extra clothes.”

“Well, it suits you,” he said, laying his head on top of yours. “You should wear my stuff more often.”

“If you insist,” you playfully said. “But only if you promise to keep behaving.”

“I’ll try,” he said with a wink, kissing your cheek. “But I make no promises.”

Pedri González

You had been halfway through preparing breakfast for you and Pedri, wearing one of Pedri’s many Barcelona jersey’s, when he had walked into the kitchen. He paused, taking in the sight of you in front of the stove.

“You know,” he began, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, “I think this might have to be the best view I’ve ever had in the morning.”

“Pedri, I’m trying to cook here,” you let out a breathy giggle, shaking your head.

“The food can wait a bit,” he murmured into your ear, kissing it. "Prefiero disfrutar este momento contigo." ("I’d rather enjoy this moment with you.")

You turned in his arms, brightly smiling up at him. “How about you help me instead? Then we can relax sooner”

He sighed dramatically, acting annoyed. “Alright fine, but only because I can’t resist saying no to you while wearing my jersey.”

Fermín López

You had just woken up to find Fermín already up, lounging against the headboard besides you. You were wearing his jersey, which you’d put on before going to bed the night before.

“Good morning,” he said with a gentle smile, taking note to your outfit. “I didn’t notice you had borrowed my jersey last night.”

“I hope you don’t mind,” you said, snuggling closer into him. "It was the only thing within my reach."

“Para nada. Te queda perfecto,” (Not at all. It looks perfect on you,") he replied, gently tracing patterns on your exposed neck. "Maybe I should just let you keep it."

"Careful Fermín, I might just take your whole wardrobe," you teased.

He chuckled. "Deal, as long as you wear it and you look as perfect as you do right now.”

Héctor Fort

You were wrapped up in Héctor’s home jersey, sipping on some coffee at the kitchen isle when he had walked in. He did a double take, a small smile slowly spreading across his face.

"Hey you," he said, eyes gleaming. "Did you happen to raid my closet?"

"You could say that," you replied, grinning at him. "It just felt right putting it on this morning, not sure why."

“Bueno, te queda fantástico,” ("We’ll, It looks fantastic on you,") he said, sitting down beside you. "I wouldn’t be mad if you happen to wear it again."

"Careful what you wish for," you teased. "I might just take you up on that offer."

"I wouldn't mind one bit," he murmured, leaning in for a kiss as he ducked down to catch your lips with his.

Lamine Yamal

You were sitting on the arm of the couch, dressed in Lamine’s jersey, when he came home. His eyes immediately lit up at the sight of you.

"Te ves absolutamente asombrosa,” ("You look absolutely amazing,") he said, walking over to sit next to you. "Is that my jersey?"

"Yeah," you replied, giving him a smile. "Is that okay?."

"Yes," he said, wrapping an arm around you. "It suits you better than me."

You laughed softly. "Maybe I should borrow your clothes more often."

"Feel free," he said, nuzzling your neck. "I adore seeing you in them."

Marc Guiu

You were tidying up the living room, wearing one of Marc’s many jerseys, when he walked in. He stopped and stared, a soft smile spreading all across his face.

"Would that happen to be my jersey you’re wearing?" he asked, amused.

"Yeah, I hope it’s not a problem," you said, blushing slightly.

"Of course not," he replied, coming closer. "Te queda genial. Te puedes llevar lo que quieras". ("You look great in it. You can take whatever you want.")

"I might just do that," you teased. "If you don't mind sharing."

"Not if it means I get to see you like this," he said, pulling you into a big hug.

[justageekk]

Heyyy, could you do Hector fort x reader, where she does the ‘current boyfriend’ trend. I would love to see what type of reaction he has hahaha

IN WHERE : playing the 'current boyfriend' joke on hector

THIS ONE SHOT IS : fem!reader x hector fort

note: i don't speak english, only spanish n a little portuguese. any errors are the translator's fault.

w: dialogues in spanish (translation at the end of each one).

request open!

A few days ago, you’d seen tons of videos of girls doing a viral trend where they said things like “having lunch with my current boyfriend” or “going for a walk with my current boyfriend”, while secretly recording their boyfriends—just to see how they’d react. Some laughed, others were confused, and a few straight-up got offended, as if they’d just been told they were the appetizer.

And you, who couldn’t resist playing a prank on Héctor, stored the idea in the back of your head.

Today, while you two were on the way to his match in his car, you knew it was the perfect moment. Héctor was driving with his left hand on the wheel and his right one resting casually on his thigh, like he always did. The 6 p.m. sun hit his face just right, and the light breeze from the half-open window ruffled his hair. He looked insanely good.

So good you almost forgot you were about to trigger his monthly emotional meltdown.

You waited for the right moment—just as he was parking in front of the stadium, fully focused on fitting the car into the tight spot. You pulled out your phone subtly, opened TikTok in front cam mode, hit record, and with the sweetest, most neutral voice you could manage, you said:

“Yendo a un partido de mi novio actual.” (“On the way to my current boyfriend’s game.”)

The car came to an abrupt stop.

“¿Perdón?”, he said, turning his head toward you with one eyebrow raised. (“Excuse me?”)

His eyes darted from your phone to you, then back to the phone. It took him two seconds to put the pieces together. “¿Cómo que ‘novio actual’?” (“What do you mean, ‘current boyfriend’?”)

“Sí, mi novio actual. No sé si se los había enseñado, chicas,” you told the camera sweetly. (“Yeah, my current boyfriend. I’m not sure if I’ve shown him to you, girls.”)

Héctor turned to face forward, silent.

“Ah, vale,” he muttered, very seriously, staring at the windshield like he was doing emotional math. (“Oh, right.”)

You weren’t sure what was going on in his head—until he turned back toward you, stared into the camera, and said sarcastically:

“He traído a mi novia del día a mi partido, chavales. Hoy me ha tocao esta, pero mañana me toca otra. Voy rotando, porque todas se merecen un día.” (“Brought today’s girlfriend to my match, guys. Got this one today, tomorrow it’s someone else. I rotate because they all deserve a turn.”)

You burst out laughing, and seeing you like that only encouraged him further.

“Yo es que soy muy justo, ¿sabes? No me gusta que ninguna se sienta excluida. Esta semana voy por la letra ‘C’, creo. Claudia, Carmen, Carlota…” (“I’m just really fair, you know? Don’t like any of them to feel left out. This week I’m on the letter ‘C’, I think. Claudia, Carmen, Carlota…”)

He glanced sideways at you and clicked his tongue. “Y tú, que no sé ni cómo te llamas hoy. ¿Cristina? ¿Claudia dos?” (“And you, I don’t even know what your name is today. Cristina? Claudia Two?”)

“Qué gilipollas eres,” you told him, barely holding back laughter as you smacked his arm. (“You’re such an idiot.”)

“¡Oye! No me pegues, que soy un novio en prácticas. No vaya a ser que me eches y entre el siguiente.” (“Hey! Don’t hit me, I’m just the trial boyfriend. Might get subbed out if you get bored.”)

“¿El siguiente?”, you raised an eyebrow. (“The next one?”)

“Claro. Tú tienes pinta de tener suplentes en el banquillo listos pa’ calentar. Como digas ‘me aburro’, entra otro. Uno con más tatuajes, probablemente.” (“Of course. You totally look like you’ve got backups on the bench ready to warm up. Say ‘I’m bored’ and in comes another one. Probably with more tattoos.”)

He pointed at you like he’d discovered something.“Siempre os molan los de los tatuajes, no sé qué os pasa con eso.” (“You girls are always into guys with tattoos, I don’t get it.”)

“Héctor, es un trend de TikTok. No es real.” (“Héctor, it’s a TikTok trend. It’s not real.”)

“Ah, perdona, perdona. Que claro, como es TikTok, no duele,” he said dramatically. (“Oh, sorry, sorry. Right, since it’s TikTok, it doesn’t hurt.”)

“Es como si me pones los cuernos pero como lo grabas y lo subes: ‘¡No pasa nada, cariño, es solo contenido!’” (“It’s like if you cheat on me but record it: ‘It’s fine, babe, it’s just for content!’”)

You doubled over laughing.

“¿Quieres que corte el vídeo ya o quieres seguir haciendo el ridículo?” (“Should I stop the video or do you want to keep embarrassing yourself?”)

“No, no, súbelo entero. Quiero que la gente vea cómo me rompen el corazón en tiempo real.” (“No, no, post the whole thing. I want people to see how my heart gets broken in real time.”)

“Eres idiota.” (“You’re an idiot.”)

And just as you were about to end the video, he leaned toward you, took your chin gently between his fingers, and gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

❝ justageek, 2025 ❞

[universefcb]

What are your favorite fanfics about the Barcelona boys?

MY FAVORITE FICS!

I'm sorry if there are few! I'm too sleepy and lazy to put the others, maybe I'll do another part

attached by the arms. ( @joaosnovia ) Pau Cubarsí

The Secret of Us ( @httpsdana ) Pau Cubarsí

Mischief ( @barcapix ) Pau Cubarsí

Playground Love ( @halfewayhearted ) Pau Cubarsí

scars ( @paucubarsisimp ) Pau Cubarsí

nights together ( @paucubarsisimp ) Hector Fort

baby cousin ( @rwshfordgirl ) Hector Fort

Nsfw alphabet ( @insidekatmind ) Hector Fort

priorities ( @joaosnovia ) João Felix

Beyond Brushstrokes ! ( @vicolette ) Lamine Yamal

give me a minute.. ( @pedricos ) Marc Bernal

in too deep ( @pedricos ) Marc Bernal

Sleep Is Overrated ( @barcapix ) Marc Bernal

the best kind of trip. ( @joaosnovia ) Marc Bernal

Lightweight ( @coolemmasulivan2 ) Pedri Gonzalez

nilo and luna ( @paucubarsisimp ) Pedri Gonzalez

distance ( @paucubarsisimp ) Pablo Gavi

supercopa ( @didishawn ) Pablo Gavi

oral s3x ( @obvithe-bestsoph ) Barcelona Boys

Kisses ( @strawberryblue-blog ) Barcelona Boys

[barcapix]

I’ve read your hector fort headcanons and I thought the canon with him being trained to take pictures of reader was really cute!!

Maybe a fic based around that? Thank you

✮ Digital Picturesque - Hector Fort

hector fort x fem!reader

sy: with nobody else available, but in desperate need, you suffice in letting your seriously inexperienced boyfriend snap pictures of you, who claims to be an expert.

a/n: IM FINALLY GETTING THROUGH THE REQS so thanks for ur patience ! (let’s ignore how this is a reupload btw)

warnings: noope.

“hector, no. you have to do it like this,” a sigh escaped your lips as you approached him, fixing his hands so he could hold the camera correctly. “and don't forget the right lighting.”

it was that time of year again—your annual spring beach shoot, a tradition as essential as the first mango sorbet of the season.

the sundress you wore, white and airy, clung to every curve of your body, as the soft tropical wind kissed your skin. the beach was alive with a harmony of the afternoon waves and distant laughter but right now, it was just you, a camera and your boyfriend who swore he knew what he was doing.

hector tilted his head, an easy smile grazing his lips. “you know it's impossible to get a bad picture of you.”

your boyfriend reached out, his palm resting on the lower part of your back to guide you closer to him, a laugh bubbling from your throat. “flattery isn't going to make you a better photographer, hector.”

“maybe not, but it doesn’t hurt.” he said with all seriousness, his hazel eyes catching the sunlight.

his fingers lingered for a second, tracing the edge of your dress where it cut out an oval on your back, just enough for you to feel the soft pressure.

you fought to keep your focus, nudging his arm lightly before stepping back into position. “just take the picture, would you?”

you stepped back onto the warm shoreline, your hands tangling up into your hair as the wind hit them, whilst your bare feet sunk into the damp sand.

the sunset turned the ocean into a molten gold backdrop—if only you prayed your self proclaimed expert photographer could capture it right.

but of course, hector was taking forever.

you shifted your gaze to him, just in time to catch him peeking over the lens—not even trying to hide the fact he was staring.

“what? do i have something on my face?” you lift up your hand, smearing it across your cheek.

“no just—” he shrugged, changing the focus.

hector pursed his lips into a thin line, like he wanted to say something else but instead lifted the camera again, adjusting the angle like you’d shown him. but you could still see the hesitation in his eyes. “what if i mess it up?”

“then i'll make you take a hundred more until you get it right,” you teased. “we’ve already tried it.”

he chuckled, finally snapping a few pictures. “i think that's just an excuse to spend more time with me.”

you scoffed, but the way your lips twitched betrayed you. “just show me the pictures, romeo.”

the brunette lowered the digital camera as you peered around his shoulder. your eyes scanned over the screen, scrolling through the shots. to your surprise, some were… worthy.

“okay, not terrible,” you admitted, tilting the camera slightly. “this one's actually kinda cute.”

the spaniard took great pride from your acknowledgment, as he turned his head around to you, with a small indignant grin. “see? told you it's impossible to get a bad picture of you.”

“you're so cheesy, you know? how did i let you come along with me?” you replied with flushed cheeks.

“but you’re the one still standing here,” he mused, his lips brushing the top of your head in a tender kiss. it was quick—almost like a habit—but it made your heart flutter nonetheless. “which means you secretly love it. but mostly me.”

you huffed, shoving the device back into his hands. “just don't mess up next time.”

“whatever you say, bonita.”

hector adjusted the shot again, taking his time—way too much time. he squinted at the screen like he was composing some masterpiece, his tongue peeking out in full concentration before finally pressing the shutter.

“you know, overthinking it won't magically make you better.” you pointed out and let your stance relax.

he glanced up with a cocky sneer. “oh, but natural talent will.”

you rolled your eyes. “bold of you to assume you have that.”

he ignored the insult, stepping closer and flipping the screen around. “alright, go ahead. tell me this one isn't perfect.”

you looked at the screen, tilting your head. okay, maybe it was decent. the angle wasn’t awful, the lighting was actually flattering and—fine—you didn’t look like you'd just rolled out of bed.

you hummed, pretending to consider. “it's… fine.”

hector scoffed, placing a hand on his chest like you’d just deeply offended him. “fine? this is art.”

you bit back a smile. “if by ‘art,’ you mean ‘passable at best,’ then sure.”

“your so stubborn,” he grinned, shaking his head, “you just don't wanna admit i'm getting good. better than berta, even.”

“when you do get good, i'll let you know,” you countered, taking the camera from him. “until then, we keep practicing.”

he let out a dramatic sigh, running a hand through his hair. “if i didn’t know any better, i'd think you just like bossing me around.”

“and if you were any smarter, you’d stop complaining and start paying attention.” you taunted, setting your hands on your hips for the next shot.

hector zoomed in further using the camera again, the faded sunlight painting him saffron as he aimed the lens.

“oh, don’t worry, amor,” he murmured, the smirk never leaving his lips. “i’m paying very, very close attention.”

[n0vazsq]

In love | Hector Fort x Reader

pairing . . . hector fort x barca!femeni!reader

summary . . . When you make eye contact with Hector during one of the practices, you never expected that he'd compliment you

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 2.1k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . so uh i blinked and suddenly there were 2k words?? also ignore how it goes from formal ahh shakespeare english to normal midway <33 hope you like it!!

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @ann6ella ,, @notm4d1 ,, @httpsdana (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

part 1 | part 2

. . . You were not one to demand attention.

Quiet and observant, you had spent the first few weeks at FC Barcelona Femení training with a single goal in mind; playing well and blending into the team. It was, after all, your dream opportunity, and you were determined not to squander it.

The others welcomed you kindly enough, encouraging you to open up, but you simply had not yet found your footing amongst the vibrant personalities surrounding you.

It did not help that the men’s team often occupied the adjacent field or sat observing from the sidelines. While your teammates would wave or occasionally chat with the men in passing, you remained distant.

It was not due to shyness, but rather a choice to remain professional. You did not want to appear unserious in a place you had worked so hard to reach.

Still, the presence of the FC Barcelona men’s team was not something one could easily ignore. Hector, in particular, seemed to be an everlasting presence in the area. He was among the younger members of the squad, but there was no mistaking his calm, collected demeanor both on and off the pitch.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t noticed him during those moments of shared closeness. Yet, much like the others, you treated him as an observer and little more.

That particular day of training started off as unremarkable as the others. The sun beat down over the pitches, and your teammates laughed and chatted as you stretched in preparation for the drills.

Your focus remained steady, blocking out the sounds of the men’s team as they arrived to observe. Hector was among them, naturally, along with his teammates who took their seats along the sidelines.

You might have paid them no mind had it not been for the social media team.

"Could we borrow you for a moment?" one of the FC Barcelona media staff called your name, motioning you over.

You hesitated before complying, jogging toward them and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You had avoided the spotlight so far, preferring to build your reputation quietly.

Still, there was no refusing a request that was for a part of your job. The social media staff smiled warmly when you approached.

"We’re doing a quick trend for the socials," one of them explained. "It’s nothing too demanding. Are you okay with that?"

You found yourself relaxing in their presence. "Yeah, that is perfectly fine."

As they prepared their equipment, you exchanged a few quiet jokes with the staff, earning surprised laughter that quickly turned infectious.

Though you were not one to show this side of yourself often, there was something about being in front of a camera in a controlled environment that brought it out.

You participated in their short clip; some trend that needed an enthusiastic and almost dramatic entrance.

It was the first time you allowed yourself to be seen laughing openly, your composure softening as you ran toward the camera with a wide smile.

You had not realized that the men’s team had a perfect view of the entire interaction.

Hector watched, his attention unwavering. The same player who had been so reserved for weeks was now smiling without clear happiness, her voice clear as she joked with the media staff.

He sat up straighter on the bench, exchanging glances with a few of his teammates who were already grinning knowingly.

"So she can speak," Lamine teased quietly, elbowing Hector.

"She’s just quiet." Hector replied defensively, though his gaze remained fixed on you. As you jogged back toward your teammates, you turned your head slightly. For a brief moment, your eyes met his.

Your breath caught in your throat. His expression was unreadable, though his stare was so direct that you felt heat rise to your cheeks. You quickly looked away, pretending to focus on rejoining the team. Hector smirked faintly as he watched you go.

"I think you scared her," Pau said, laughing.

Hector merely shook his head, though he could not deny the amusement he felt. There was something about you that intrigued him, not just the sudden glimpse of your laughter but the fact that you carried yourself so differently from the others.

The training session continued shortly after, with the focus shifting to some practice matches. You pushed any lingering embarrassment out of your mind, focusing instead on the drills.

Playing well had always been your safe zone. It did not matter who was watching or what they were thinking; on the pitch, you were simply you.

As the session progressed, you found yourself fully immersed in the game. The ball came to you cleanly, and your instincts took over. You made precise passes, quick decisions, and strategic runs that left even your teammates impressed.

Unbeknownst to you, Hector and his teammates remained glued to the sidelines, their casual commentary growing louder each time you touched the ball.

"Did you see that?" Marc exclaimed as you cut through two defenders effortlessly before delivering a clean pass to your teammate.

"She’s brilliant," Pedri added.

Hector said nothing, though his gaze remained fixed on you. Every movement you made seemed deliberate, yet natural. You played with a level of skill and composure that he found genuinely impressive.

When you scored a goal near the end of the match, a powerful strike that sent the ball soaring into the top corner, the men erupted on the sidelines.

"Hector, this is your moment!" Gavi shouted, earning a chorus of laughter. Hector shot them a warning look, though the corners of his mouth betrayed a small smile. His teammates, however, were relentless.

"You’ve been watching her this whole time," Pau teased. "Are you going to compliment her or just stare?"

"Mind your own business," Hector replied evenly, though he could feel his face heat ever so slightly. It was true, though. He had been watching you, and he could not deny the admiration he felt for how you carried yourself on the field.

As the match ended and the players left to cool down, you finally allowed yourself to breathe. The session had gone well, and you could feel the satisfaction that came from knowing you had done your best.

You took a seat on the grass, reaching for your water bottle when a shadow fell over you. Looking up, you blinked in surprise to see Hector standing there, his expression as composed as ever.

"You played really well today," he said simply, his voice steady.

You were momentarily caught off guard. Though you had been aware of the men’s team watching from the sidelines, you had not expected any direct interaction, especially not from him.

"Thank you," you replied, managing to keep your tone polite despite the warmth you felt rising to your face. "I appreciate that."

Hector tilted his head slightly, studying you as though he were searching for something unsaid. "Your approach to the game is impressive. I have observed you over the past few weeks, I've never seen such strategy."

You blinked at his unexpected honesty. "I try to focus on improving where I can," you admitted quietly. "There is still much I hope to learn."

He nodded slowly. "That mindset will pay you well." For a moment, there was silence between you, though it was not uncomfortable. Finally, Hector allowed a faint smile to tug at his lips. "You should smile more often. It suits you."

The comment caught you off guard entirely, and you felt your cheeks flush. Before you could form a response, Hector gave you a polite nod before walking away to rejoin his teammates, who were, of course, watching the entire interaction with great interest.

"Oh, he’s definitely in love," Lamine remarked loudly, earning laughter from all around.

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head at their behaviour, though you could not stop the small smile that crept onto your face.

From that day onward, something subtle shifted. You were still reserved, but Hector seemed to make a point of acknowledging you when their team was nearby.

Whether it was a simple nod of greeting, a brief conversation, or a lingering glance during training, it did not go unnoticed, by you or by his teammates, who took every opportunity to tease him for it.

As for you, it became harder to deny the quiet flutter in your chest every time your eyes met his. The once distant player from the sidelines was now someone who occupied your thoughts more often than you cared to admit. And though you were still focused on proving

A few days later, as you started gathering your things after another training session, you couldn’t ignore the subtle feeling of being watched. Sure enough, Hector was standing a little way off with the rest of the men’s team, their voices muffled by the distance.

From time to time, one of his teammates nudged him, whispering something that clearly earned a few laughs.

You rolled your eyes to yourself, amused but curious. You were just about to sling your bag over your shoulder when you noticed Hector heading in your direction. Again.

The rest of his team hollered softly behind him, their teasing unmistakable even from across the field. "Just go!" Marc called. Hector waved him off with an exasperated hand, but there was a faint pink tint to his ears as he approached you.

"You again," you teased lightly as he stopped a few steps away. "Should I start charging you for the compliments?"

Hector let out a short laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "I’ll consider it, though I might run out of money quickly at this rate."

You blinked, caught slightly off guard by his response, but you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face. "Flattery will only get you so far, Hector."

"I’ll take my chances," he replied with a grin, his confidence returning now that he’d earned a smile from you. There was a pause, short but heavy enough to hint at something more, before he cleared his throat. "Look, the guys are unbearable when they’re like this, so I might as well ask. Would it be completely out of line if I asked for your number?"

Your eyebrows raised in mock disbelief. "Are they watching right now?"

He sighed, glancing over his shoulder. "Very obviously."

And sure enough, when you looked past him, a few of the guys were pretending to 'stretch,' hands over their mouths as if that would hide their poorly contained laughter.

"You might want to tell them they’re not as subtle as they think." you said, shaking your head in amusement.

"I’m well aware," Hector muttered before returning his focus to you. "So… what do you say? Maybe if I text you, they’ll leave me alone. Consider it an act of mercy."

You tilted your head, pretending to consider it. "I’m not sure I believe that’s the only reason you’re asking."

"Maybe it’s not," he admitted, his voice dropping just a little. "You’re full of surprises. I’m just trying to keep up."

For a moment, you felt your face heat up at the unexpected sincerity of his words. Finally, you sighed with exaggerated reluctance. "Fine. Give me your phone."

Hector’s smile was victorious as he quickly handed it over. You typed in your number and passed it back, shaking your head as you did. "You owe me now, Hector. Don’t let your friends think this was their idea."

"Trust me, I won’t," he said with a quiet laugh, already saving your contact. "But I can’t promise they won’t still claim credit."

"You’re surrounded by instigators," you teased, starting to walk toward the locker rooms.

"I know," he called after you, his grin lingering. "But they’re right about one thing, I’m glad I came over."

You glanced back at him, shaking your head but unable to stop smiling. "Goodbye, Héctor."

"See you soon," he replied, stepping back toward his team, where they were already waiting to pounce on him.

Back with his teammates, Hector was greeted with playful shoves and whistles. "She gave you her number, didn’t she?" Marc asked smugly.

"Yeah, and she didn’t even charge him for it," Lamine added, earning a round of laughter.

Hector ignored them, though the faint smirk on his face gave him away. "You all really need new hobbies," he muttered, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

"Admit it, you’re blushing," Pau teased, leaning in close.

"Sure," Hector replied sarcastically, but even he couldn’t fight the grin threatening to spread. As his friends continued their banter, his mind kept drifting back to you; your teasing smile, your quiet confidence, and the way you’d handed him his phone like you already knew he’d text.

And as far as Hector was concerned, he absolutely would.

[emmylksblog]

OBSESSED // H.FORT

request: can you write about hector being a tease and like obsessed with the reader but like in a romantic way

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: shower sex, never explicit smut only highlighted

words: +2000

a/n: am i getting better at writing smut or i’m just delusional? 🤨

Hector Fort, the rising star of FC Barcelona, was an affectionate and devoted boyfriend who was completely smitten with you. He couldn't help but be obsessed with everything about you, from the way you carried yourself to the way you spoke.

He was always eager to please you and ensure your happiness, whether it was by massaging your feet, tending to your hair, or letting you pamper him with your skincare expertise. Hector was obedient and compliant when you needed him to be and always tried to lift your spirits when you were feeling down.

He was infatuated by you, and his devotion knew no bounds. Whether it was after a tough training session or a hard match, he would make sure to give you all the attention you deserved. Hector could never get enough of you, and it was clear that he thought the world of you. He loved being able to be vulnerable and let you take care of him, and he enjoyed spending every spare moment he could with you, just appreciating your presence and company.

He trusted you implicitly and would never dream of letting anyone else touch his hair, except for you. You were the only person he'd let shape and style his locks, knowing that you'd only ever do what was best for him. In return, he would gladly do your hair or any other thing you asked, just to see the smile on your face and make you happy.

The sound of laughter and banter filled the room as Hector and his friends were engaged in a competitive game of FIFA. You weren't home yet, as you were still out shopping, but when you finally returned, the sight of his friends didn't deter Hector from his usual affectionate greeting.

He quickly abandoned the game to give you a warm kiss on the lips and eagerly helped you unpack the food, his focus being solely on you. He barely even acknowledged his friends as he was so happy to see you.

Hector's teammates, Marc, Pau and Lamine, chuckled and teased Hector about how whipped he was for you, but he didn't seem to care. He was completely smitten and always eager to show his affection for you, no matter who was around.

As he finished unpacking the groceries, he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his head in your neck, inhaling your scent and giving you another, tighter, hug.

As you thanked Hector for helping you unpack the groceries, you couldn't resist teasing him about how much he had missed you. He grinned sheepishly and ruffled his hair as you stroked it.

Marc, Pau and Lamine, who were still in the living room playing the game, couldn't help but chime in.

"Parece que alguien no pudo aguantar una hora sin su preciada novia eh Hector" says Marc. (It looks like someone couldn't last an hour without his precious girlfriend, huh Hector)

"More like a minute." Pau added.

"You've got it bad, bro." said Lamine while taking a snack.

Hector just shrugged and rolled his eyes at his friends, unfazed by their teasing. He was used to their banter and knew they were just jealous of the bond he had with you. He leaned into your touch as you toyed with his hair, his eyes never leaving your face.

"Can you blame me? Casi muero de aburrimiento con ellos" (I almost died of boredom with them)

You couldn't help but chuckle and shake your head at his dramatic response.

"Oh, poor baby. You couldn't survive an hour without me?"

Hector feigned a pout and nodded sheepishly, leaning into you more.

The other three snickered from across the room, clearly enjoying the banter.

"Oh, shut up, Hector. We're not that bad." says Marc quickly being supported by Pau and Lamine.

Hector playfully scowled and stuck out his tongue at his friends before turning back to you, the pout lingering.

"See how they treat me?" he mock-complained, putting on a dramatic act.

You chuckled and continued to stroke his hair, finding his antics endearing.

"You really missed me that much handsome?" you asked, pretending not to believe him.

Hector smiled sheepishly and nodded, his eyes glued to yours.

Marc sauntered over to where you and Hector were standing in the kitchen, his usually cocky demeanor in place. He greeted you with a warm hug and a smirk.

"Hey, you. Good to see you."

Marc then turned to Hector, who was looking a bit annoyed at his approach, and couldn't resist the urge to tease him again.

Marc chuckled and ruffled Hector's hair playfully.

"Don't worry, bro. I'm not trying to steal your girl away."

Hector swatted at his hand and tried to fix his messy hair as Marc continued to tease him.

"You wouldn't have a chance anyway," he said, trying to keep his cool.

Marc feigned shock, placing a hand over his heart.

"Oh, wow. Eso ha dolido." (that hurt)

Growing tired of the banter between Marc and Hector, you decided it was time to take a moment for yourself. You gave Hector a quick kiss before excusing yourself to the upstairs bathroom to take a shower.

As you left, you could hear the sound of the four boys arguing loudly in the kitchen, their voices and laughter following you as you ascended the stairs.

Hector turned to his friends, who were all still lingering in the kitchen, and shot them a look.

"Come on, guys, it's getting late. You all have girlfriends to get back to, too."

Marc made a pouty face, but Pau and Lamine both nodded in agreement, reluctantly taking the hint.

Marc rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and giving Hector a playful scowl. "Ya me has cambiado por la novia" (so you're already replacing me with your girlfriend, huh?)

"Eres un idiota, además ella es mucho más guapa que tú." Hector responded, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. (you're such an idiot, besides she is prettier than you)

Marc pretended to be offended, letting out an exaggerated huff and Hector just chuckled, giving Marc a friendly slap on the back as a farewell.

"See you around," Lamine said with a smirk, giving Hector a friendly pat on the shoulder as he walked past.

Pau chuckled and added, "Don't miss us too much."

Hector rolled his eyes but smiled, secretly glad for the opportunity to have you all to himself.

"Yeah, yeah. Get out of here."

Hector wasted no time in following you upstairs, feeling excited at the idea of joining you in the shower. He made his way to the bathroom, hoping you hadn't finished yet and he could surprise you.

He softly opened the door to the bathroom, listening for the sound of the shower running before slowly entering.

As Hector quietly entered the bathroom, he heard you call out his name. He smiled and leaned against the doorframe, admiring your beautiful figure through the steamed up glass of the shower.

"Can I join you?" he asked, his voice already a bit huskier.

At your approval Hector quickly disrobed, his eyes never leaving your body as he stepped into the shower behind you. The warm water cascaded over both of your bodies, the steam adding an intimate touch to the atmosphere.

He gently wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, his touch almost reverent as he began to run his hands over your body.

"Let me take care of you, mi amor."

Leaning in, he began to gently knead and massage your shoulders, his strong hands working away the knots and tension that had built up throughout the day. The hot water and the skillful movements of his fingers soon had you relaxed and moaning in pleasure.

Hector continued his ministrations, his focus entirely on you. He left a trail of kisses down your neck and across your shoulder blades, his lips soft and reverent against your skin.

His hands moved down your back, tracing small circles and lines with his fingertips, sending shivers down your spine.

"You work too hard," he murmured in your ear, his voice a low rumble. "You deserve to be pampered."

He gently turned you around so that your back was pressed against the tiled wall, and he stared into your eyes, his own filled with a mixture of adoration and desire.

Hector lifted your chin with a single finger, his other hand still resting on your hip. His touch was gentle but firm, and his gaze was unwavering.

He leaned down and captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as the water continued to cascade over your bodies.

You respond eagerly, your arms wrapping around his neck as you moan into the kiss. Your bodies press closer together, the heat of the water and the heat of desire combining to make you both feel as though you're on fire.

You let your hands roam over his broad shoulders and chest, feeling the ripple of muscle beneath the water-slicked skin.

The kiss deepens, become more intense, and Hector presses you even tighter against the wall, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat of his touch. You can feel the evidence of his desire, hot and hard against your hip, and it only adds to the growing hunger within you.

"I need you, mi amor," Hector murmured against your lips, his voice thick with need. "I want to make you feel good."

He gently nudges your legs apart, his hand trailing down your thigh as he positions himself closer to you. The tension and desire between you is almost palpable, and the steam from the shower only seems to amplify it.

You gasp as he positions himself between your legs, your chest heaving with anticipation. You feel his hands gently grip your hips, and you let your head fall back against the wall, surrendering yourself completely to him.

"Please," you breathe, your voice a near whisper. "Do whatever you want to me."

Hector grins at your request, the possessive and dominant side of him coming out to play.

"As you wish," he says, his voice low and firm.

He leans in and captures your lips in another intense kiss, his hands gripping your hips even tighter as he begins to move against you.

You gasp into the kiss as his hips buck against yours, the friction sending waves of pleasure through your body. You lift one leg, wrapping it around his waist, your body seeking more of that delicious friction.

"Si" you whisper against his lips. "Hazme tuya." (make me yours)

Hector's eyes darkened at your words, and he let out a guttural moan against your lips, his control slipping. He deepened the kiss even further, his tongue tangling with yours in a heated dance.

His hips rocked against you, the movement becoming more desperate as he sought to claim you completely.

Hector's hands grip your thighs, helping to support your weight as you wrap your legs fully around his waist. He backs you up into the wall even further, pinning you against it as he continues to grind into you.

He moans at the feeling of you wrapped around him, his eyes dark with desire. "Te amo" he gasps against your neck.

"Y yo a ti Hector" you gasp back, the words spilling from your lips as the ecstasy builds between you.

Your hips move in rhythm with his, the friction and pressure creating a delicious coil of tension deep within you. You cling to him, your nails digging into his flesh as you seek release.

Hector's breathing is ragged and uneven, his body straining with the effort to hold back. But your words and the feeling of you clinging to him is too much to resist.

He buries his face in your neck, his lips and teeth nipping and sucking at your skin, leaving marks that will surely be there the next day.

Hector grunts as you start to ride him harder, the movement driving him wild with desire. His hands grip your hips even tighter, helping to guide your movements.

"Mierda," (shit) he whispers, his voice a strained growl. "You're gonna be the end of me."

You gasp and moan, your hips moving in a desperate, erratic rhythm as you chase your release. Your hands grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh, leaving red marks as your body grows taut with pleasure.

You can feel his own need growing, burning hotter and hotter as he works to bring you over the edge.

And just as you feel yourself reach the peak of ecstasy, you feel a low, guttural moan against your skin as Hector follows you over the edge, his body shuddering as he comes undone.

You both cling to each other, the hot water still cascading over your panting, trembling bodies.

For a few moments, you simply stand there, regaining your breath and steadying your racing hearts. Hector holds you tight, his arms enveloping you as he presses gentle kisses to your shoulder and neck.

"Mi amor," he murmurs, his voice still thick with pleasure. "Eres increíble." (you're incredible)

You smile at his words, feeling a mix of contentment and satisfaction wash over you. You turn your head to face him, your eyes meeting his.

"You're not so bad yourself," you tease, your voice still a little breathless.

Hector grins and pecks your nose before replying, "I hope that wasn't too tiring for you. We might have to do it again, just to be sure."

You laugh and playfully hit his shoulder, rolling your eyes at his unabashed flirting. But secretly, you're actually considering his suggestion. The way he was able to bring you to such heights of pleasure was addicting.

Hector chuckles and pulls you even closer, his hands roaming up and down your back in a soothing gesture.

"Come on, let's finish cleaning up and shower so we can get to bed."

He grins and winks at you, mischief dancing in his eyes.

You laugh at his wink and nod, agreeing that it's time to finish up in the shower and get some rest. You spend the next few minutes cleaning each other up, the moment now filled with comfortable silence and gentle touches.

Once you're all cleaned up, you both step out of the shower. Hector grabs a towel and gently starts drying you off, taking care to be extra thorough.

"You know," he says as he runs the towel over your shoulders and back. "I may have to start taking more cold showers after being with you."

You laugh and teasingly ask "Oh yeah? Why's that?"

Hector grins and looks you up and down, his eyes heating as he takes in your form wrapped in a towel.

"I think it's pretty obvious," he purrs, leaning in to press a kiss to your collarbone. “I’m obsessed with you.”

You hum in response, enjoying the feel of his lips on your skin. You grab the other towel and start drying him off, taking your time to be thorough as well.

"I think I'm just as obsessed with you," you admit, your eyes raking over his muscled torso.

Hector smirks, clearly pleased with your words. He grabs the towel and finishes drying himself off, before pulling you into his arms.

He wraps the towel around both of you, encasing you both in a warm and cozy cocoon. He nuzzles his face into your hair, inhaling your scent.

"Let's get a move on before I get tempted to have you again," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

You chuckle and nod, knowing that if you stay wrapped up like this any longer, you'd both end up getting distracted again.

"Alright, lead the way," you say, stepping out of the bathroom with him wrapped around you, the towel still around both of your bodies.

Hector leads you into the bedroom, pulling the blankets back and guiding you to the bed. Once you're both settled under the covers, he pulls you close, cuddling you against his chest.

"I love you," he murmurs, his voice soft and sleepy.

You smile and wrap your arms around him, feeling content and warm in his embrace. "I love you too," you reply, pressing a kiss to his bare chest.

[paucubarsisimp]

Hey girl! Could you write for the barca boys and reader after the copa del rey final? It's okay if not! Thanks girly! Love your work (and you ofc) 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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copa del rey

pairings: pablo gavi x reader,, pedri x reader ferran torres x reader, pau cubarsi x reader, hector fort x reader, alejandro balde x reader, lamine yamal x reader, marc bernal x reader

summary: in which you celebrate barca's win with your boyfriend

warnings: none!

a/n: i hope you like it angel <333

୨ৎ pablo gavi

the second the final whistle blew, pablo didn’t think—he just ran.

he barely heard the stadium erupt, barely saw the confetti raining down. all he knew was that they’d done it. they’d actually won the copa del rey. and somewhere in the chaos, you were watching.

his boots hit the sideline hard as he shoved past a camera, didn’t even bother looking for someone to wave to. all he cared about was you.

and when he saw you, standing just behind the barrier with wide eyes and a hand over your mouth, he nearly knocked someone over climbing toward you.

“you—” he started, breathless, and then he just grabbed you.

his arms wrapped around you so tight it was like he was trying to pull you into him, and you gasped a little, laughing as he buried his face in your neck.

“we fucking did it,” he muttered, voice shaking with adrenaline, lips brushing your skin.

“you did it,” you whispered back, hands fisting in the back of his jersey. “you were insane out there.”

he pulled back just enough to look at you, chest rising and falling fast. then suddenly he was kissing you—hard, hungry, like he hadn’t seen you in weeks, like the win didn’t mean a thing without this part.

you barely had time to breathe before he kissed you again, hands in your hair, body pressed flush against yours.

“i swear to god,” he said between kisses, “i was on that pitch thinking about you the whole fucking time.”

“pablo—” you started, but he cut you off with another kiss, messier this time.

“no, listen,” he insisted, forehead pressed to yours, voice low. “you’re it. not the trophy. not the crowd. just you.”

he kissed you again—short, sharp, like a full stop—then wrapped his arms around you again and lifted you off the ground.

“you’re insane,” you whispered, grinning.

“you love it,” he shot back, smirking.

you did.

especially when he growled in your ear, “come home with me. i want you in my hoodie, in my bed, like now.”

you didn’t even answer. you just kissed him like he’d kissed you—aggressive, all teeth and love and pride.

because yeah. he won a trophy.

but tonight? you were what he’d come running for.

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୨ৎ pedri

the moment the final whistle blew, everything felt like a dream. barcelona had won. 3–2. your heart was still racing, but all your thoughts were tangled up in one person—pedri.

you barely noticed the noise, the fireworks, the celebration. your eyes were only on him. his jersey was damp with sweat, hair messy from the match, and a smile on his face that could melt the sun. he looked around the pitch until his eyes found yours—and just like that, the world went quiet.

he jogged toward you, cheeks flushed pink, and opened his arms without a word. you were in them a second later, burying your face into his chest, breathing him in like you were trying to slow time.

“you did it,” you whispered, clutching the back of his jersey.

he laughed softly, breathless. “i scored one goal and almost lost my mind when it went in.”

you pulled back just enough to see his face. “it wasn’t just any goal, pedri. it was beautiful. it was perfect.”

he shrugged shyly, eyes flicking down to your lips. “it was for you. i saw you in the stands just before i hit it. figured if i was gonna score in a final… it had to be something special.”

your chest ached in the best way. “you’re so stupidly sweet, i don’t even know what to do with you.”

“you keep loving me, maybe?” he teased, his voice soft and warm.

you stood on your toes to kiss him, slow and sweet. the kind of kiss that tasted like relief, pride, and something close to forever. when you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his.

“this is the happiest i’ve ever been,” you whispered.

“me too,” he said, squeezing your waist. “i know the trophy’s nice and all, but this right here? you in my arms? this is the real win.”

you let out a tiny laugh, leaning into his touch. “god, you’re going to make me cry.”

“then i’m doing it right.”

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୨ৎ ferran torres

the locker room was loud—music blasting, champagne spraying, laughter echoing off the walls. jerseys were half-on, socks forgotten, and medals already tangled in the chaos. but ferran looked like he belonged in all of it. like joy was made for him.

you stood by the doorway for a moment, just watching.

he caught sight of you through the blur of bodies, and his entire face lit up. sweaty, flushed, grinning from ear to ear—he crossed the room in a few long strides and pulled you into his arms without a word.

“you smell like celebration,” you teased into his neck.

he laughed, not letting go. “i smell like victory.”

“same thing tonight.”

he pulled back just enough to press a quick, smiling kiss to your lips before a teammate shoved a beer into his hand and dragged him back into the circle of dancing. you stayed close, leaning against the wall, watching him sway and shout along to the songs with the others—an arm always reaching back to find you when he could.

he looked over his shoulder mid-chorus and mouthed, i love you.

you mouthed it back, warmth blooming in your chest.

at one point, gavi wrapped an arm around you both and yelled, “can you believe this guy?” like ferran wasn’t grinning ear to ear and glowing under the locker room lights. you just nodded and said, “yeah. i really can.”

you ended up on the floor beside him, backs against a bench, sharing a half-eaten box of pizza someone brought in. the trophy was only a few feet away, sitting crooked on a pile of towels.

“do you ever get used to this?” you asked softly, resting your head on his shoulder.

“the winning?” he shrugged. “maybe. but not this part. you being here. that never gets old.”

you smiled against his hoodie. “even when i steal your pizza?”

“especially then.”

you didn’t need a perfect moment. this mess of laughter, grease-stained medals, and your legs tangled with his on a locker room floor was more than enough.

he turned to you, voice quieter now. “you’re my favorite part of all this, you know?”

you just nodded, because honestly? he was yours too

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୨ৎ pau cubarsi

the locker room was a blur—shouting, singing, shirts being thrown, someone trying to use the trophy as a drum. but pau wasn’t in the middle of it. he was off to the side, still in his boots, sitting on a bench with flushed cheeks and his medal resting quietly on his chest.

you found him there, a small, tired smile pulling at his lips. he looked up when he saw you, eyes soft, like they always were with you.

“hola,” he said gently, voice barely rising above the chaos around him.

you knelt in front of him, hands resting on his knees. “hola, campeón.”

pau let out a quiet laugh, dipping his head. “no digas eso…”

“why not?” you smiled. “you were amazing.”

he shrugged a little, cheeks warming. “i just did my job.”

“no, amor. you played with heart. you played like you were born for nights like this.”

he looked at you for a long second, then took your hands in his, thumbs brushing over your knuckles. “it felt… right. everything. the way we played. the way we didn’t give up. and knowing you were here… watching…”

“always,” you whispered. “always watching you. always proud.”

he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours, his voice low and honest. “i kept thinking… if we win, i get to share this with you. and that made it all feel even more real.”

you reached up, fingers brushing over the curve of his jaw. “we’re gonna remember this night forever.”

pau smiled softly. “sí. but not because of the trophy.”

“because of what?”

“because of you,” he said simply.

you kissed him then, slow and sweet, and when you pulled back, he was still holding your hands like he never wanted to let go.

someone shouted his name across the room, and a sweaty teammate tossed him a beer with terrible aim. pau caught it, just barely, and turned back to you with a sheepish grin.

“ven,” he said, tugging you up gently. “celebra conmigo.”

and so you did—dancing a little, laughing with the team, fingers laced with his all night long.

and in the middle of the wild celebration, you stayed wrapped in something quiet, something unshakable.

his hands, his smile, his love.

just like him—soft. strong. and yours.

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୨ৎ hector fort

the moment you stepped into the locker room, you were hit with music, sweat, laughter, and the smell of victory. someone had already popped champagne, jerseys were half-off, and there, right in the middle of it all — was hector.

he was dancing like nobody was watching. loose limbs, big grin, surrounded by teammates who were just as chaotic. someone handed him a flag and he spun around, arms in the air, looking like the happiest person in the world.

and then he saw you.

“mi amor!” he shouted over the music, dropping the flag and jogging toward you. before you could say anything, he wrapped you up in his arms, spinning you around in a half-dizzy circle that made both of you laugh.

“you’re actually crazy,” you said, breathless.

“crazy in love,” he joked, forehead against yours, still grinning like a kid on his birthday. “did you see us? we did it.”

“i saw,” you whispered, brushing back his damp curls. “you were brilliant. and very, very sweaty.”

“don’t pretend you don’t love it,” he teased, pressing a fast, celebratory kiss to your cheek.

you stayed in his arms while the room moved around you — more singing, more drinks, someone trying to pour water on kounde from the top of a bench. hector held your hand and pulled you back into the center.

“come dance with me,” he said.

“i don’t know these moves,” you laughed, but he was already spinning you.

“doesn’t matter. just be here with me.”

and so you danced — badly, joyfully — with your champion. every now and then, he’d shout something to a teammate, then come right back to you, tugging you close like you were the prize he was really proud of.

later, when the locker room calmed and his voice was nearly gone from shouting, he wrapped his hoodie around your shoulders and kissed you like no one else existed.

“thank you for being part of this,” he whispered.

you smiled. “you make it easy to love every second.”

and in a night full of flashing lights and loud celebration, the way he held your hand was the part you’d remember forever.

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୨ৎ alejandro balde

the moment the final whistle blew, everything exploded. the stadium was a blur of blue and garnet, fans screaming, confetti raining down. but in the midst of the madness, you spotted him — alejandro, already grinning like a kid on christmas.

he was dancing with a few of the guys, completely lost in the moment, the joy of victory contagious. you couldn’t help but laugh at how carefree he was, his body moving to the beat of a song that was barely even in tune. his energy was pure, a beautiful chaos that made it impossible not to smile.

when he finally saw you, he broke away from the crowd, arms wide open. “¡mi amor!” he shouted, laughing as he scooped you up into a tight hug, spinning you around like the whole stadium wasn’t watching.

“you’re insane,” you giggled, breathless from the spinning.

“i’m in love,” he teased, pulling you even closer, his grin wide enough to light up the whole locker room. “we won! we actually won!”

you laughed, shaking your head. “i see that. i’m starting to think you enjoy this more than the match.”

“that’s because i’ve been dreaming about this moment,” he said, his tone playful yet sincere. “winning, yes. but having you here to share it with me — that’s the real victory.”

he kissed you quickly, in the middle of the locker room frenzy, not caring who was around. when he pulled back, you couldn’t help but smile at the way his eyes sparkled, the excitement still dancing in them.

“okay, okay, i need you to dance with me now,” alejandro said, his hand grabbing yours as he dragged you into the center of the locker room.

“wait, what?” you laughed, trying to keep up with his pace.

“it’s not a celebration without a little chaos,” he winked, twirling you under his arm.

you were laughing, stumbling slightly as he twirled you again, his energy infecting you like a fire. every teammate had gathered around now, and it felt like you were in the middle of the most joyful, spontaneous moment of your life.

when the music finally slowed and the crowd thinned out, alejandro pulled you close again, a quieter, softer smile on his face.

“thanks for being with me, cariño,” he murmured, resting his forehead against yours.

“always,” you whispered, your heart full of happiness.

and in that wild, unfiltered celebration, you realized that this was exactly what you wanted — him, his joy, and his love.

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୨ৎ lamine yamal

the locker room was bursting with excitement — music, cheers, teammates shouting, and a constant buzz of energy. but in the middle of all that, lamine stood out in the most endearing way: wide-eyed, cheeks flushed with excitement, and a huge grin spread across his face.

he was a ball of energy, dancing and jumping around with his teammates like a kid in a candy store. yet, when he saw you, his whole face lit up, and without hesitation, he rushed over to you.

“you saw that, right?” he asked, bouncing on his feet, still vibrating with excitement.

“i saw,” you laughed, watching him with affection. “you were amazing out there.”

lamine’s grin only grew bigger as he pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you off the ground for a moment in the purest, most joyful embrace.

“we did it!” he exclaimed, his voice full of awe. “we won the copa del rey!”

you chuckled at his enthusiasm. “yeah, we did. and you were incredible out there.”

he pulled back slightly, but his arms stayed around you, his hands resting gently on your back. “i kept thinking about how i wanted to share this with you,” he said, his voice quieter, a little more sincere. “i wanted to make you proud.”

“you already did,” you whispered, ruffling his hair. “you make me proud every day.”

his face softened at your words, his hands slipping down to hold yours. “can we stay here a little longer? just the two of us?” he asked, eyes shining like he was asking for a secret moment amidst all the chaos.

“of course,” you smiled, squeezing his hands. “let’s enjoy the moment.”

the locker room continued to swirl around you, but in that little corner, it felt just like the two of you, wrapped in the quiet joy of the win. lamine kept glancing over at you, his eyes full of affection, and every time you met his gaze, his smile seemed to grow even brighter.

“this is the best day,” he said, his voice full of happiness as he pulled you into a small, spontaneous dance.

“it’s a pretty good day,” you agreed, laughing as he twirled you around.

and in that moment, surrounded by the noise and the celebration, it was clear: you and lamine were creating a memory that would last forever, just the two of you, with your hearts full of joy.

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୨ৎ marc bernal

the locker room was alive with celebration — teammates were dancing, laughing, and singing as they reveled in the copa del rey victory. the sound of popping champagne and joyous shouts filled the air, but in the midst of it all, marc stood with a calm but content smile, his crutches leaning against the wall beside him. he hadn’t played, but you could see the pride in his eyes.

he had been injured and sidelined, but none of that mattered now. he was part of the victory, part of the team, his heart bursting with pride for his friends who had fought so hard to bring home the trophy.

you walked over to him, your heart swelling as you met his gaze. despite not being on the pitch, his joy was palpable. as soon as he saw you, that soft, warm smile grew even wider.

“we did it, huh?” marc said, his voice full of that same warmth that always made you feel at home.

“we did,” you agreed, stepping closer. “and you were just as much a part of this win as anyone else.”

he shook his head, still smiling, but his eyes held a touch of vulnerability. “i didn’t play. i didn’t contribute like the others.”

“marc,” you gently cupped his cheek, “you’ve been a part of this team in every way. your spirit, your energy — it’s felt. you are a huge part of this win.”

his expression softened, and he reached out, pulling you into a tight hug. “thank you for saying that,” he murmured into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “i just wanted to be out there with them. but… being here with you, knowing they won for us — it’s enough.”

you squeezed him back, resting your head against his shoulder. “it’s more than enough, marc. i’m so proud of you.”

he pulled back slightly, still holding you close. “i know i’m not the one out there celebrating on the field, but this… being here with you, sharing this moment with you — this is everything.”

you smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “we’ll celebrate it our way. together.”

marc smiled softly, his eyes lighting up with gratitude. “sounds perfect to me.”

and just like that, in the midst of the chaos, you both shared a quiet, perfect moment. no need for grand gestures or loud celebrations — just marc, you, and the soft joy of knowing that victory had been shared in a way that felt right to both of you.

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[strawberryblue-blog]

Can you do one where hector is playing video game and reader get bored and start leaving kisses and hickeys on his neck, then he got turned on and just stop playing and they do a rough makeout session

Attention —Hector Fort.

summary: This imagine is a mix of the two requests above.

warnings: YES. +18. smut, hector being dom, unprotected sex, fingering, etc.

words count: +2.3k

You are sitting on the edge of the bed, impatiently with your legs crossed and the phone in your hand. You had been sitting here for at least twenty minutes after your shower, waiting for some attention from Hector. You look at him out of the corner of your eye, trying not to sigh too loudly, though you know he wouldn't notice. He's there, just a meter away from you, but he seems farther away than ever, slumped in his gamer chair, the giant headphones covering his ears like a shield against the outside world.

"Go, go, cover me!" he shouts and the microphone in front of his mouth vibrates with every word.

The screen flashes with lights of explosions and gunfire. The sound is deafening but not as deafening as his laughter when one of his friends says something in voice chat.

You lean toward him a little, just enough to touch the arm of the chair with your fingers.

"Love?" you say in a soft, almost shy tone.

Nothing-not even a flicker.

You give the chair a little nudge, subtle enough not to seem annoyed. He leans forward, as if you're reinforcing his concentration on the game rather than interrupting it.

"Hector?" you repeat, this time a little louder.

Nothing. You snort starting to bite your lip. You don't want to interrupt him but you want your damn boyfriend. You walk over to his spot and stare at him, hoping that somehow he senses your presence. But he doesn't.

Another victory cry erupts from his microphone and he pumps a fist in the air like he's celebrating a World Cup goal.

You lean forward and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. For a moment, he looks like he's going to react, he turns his head slightly but only to adjust his headphones with a small, disinterested smile.

Oh no. He didn't just ignore you with that smile.

You squint your eyes in annoyance. Your hands go to your waist and you scoot the chair with your foot, pushing him away. Hector barely looks up in confusion, you hear Gavi call him on the headset and you snort, crossing your arms. He's been playing for five hours since the afternoon, he barely went to lunch with you and had already gone back to playing at the boys' request. You have to admit that at least he doesn't do it every day, it's once in a while. But completely ignorant? Oh no. You won't let him off that easy.

He settles back in, not even caring, when you hear how Pedri calls him too when he's not paying attention. Damn kids. Don't they have anything else to do with their lives?

Then, an idea flashes in your head like a light bulb.

You scoot your chair back a bit and stand in front of the screen, Hector dodges you with his head as he screams for help in the game. You sit on his lap sideways, holding his shoulders and leaving one hand to stroke his head. Hector continues to watch the screen as he dodges your body, each time you try to get his attention.

"I'll finish soon, baby" he quickly indicates.

You snort at his words. How long exactly? Half an hour? One? Two? Damn it. You're sick of waiting for him. You want to go to bed with him, you want to hug him, talk to him or just look at him.

You sink your head into his neck and feel the helplessness in your body. Your lips move down his neck, slow and wet, you begin to kiss his skin as you move closer to him. Hector shuts up from the talk he was having with his friends and you hear him swallowing saliva.

You're still sucking on his neck when he places a hand on your waist, as a warning. But you don't care. Your tongue wanders along his neck and jaw as you feel your nipples harden against his shirt. When you have his attention, you kiss him on the mouth, dirty and needy, one of your hands stroking his crotch just barely, giving it a light squeeze. Hector quickly wraps his arms around your waist, squeezing you with his fingers, and gasps into your mouth. You hear the boys call out to him as gunshots ring out in the video game. They are about to lose.

The kiss is fiery and hot but when you have his full attention and when you know he's about to lose the video game, you get up from the chair and pull away.

Hector's eyes watch you leave and he quickly removes his headphones, despite the shouts of his friends as they chastise him for his distraction.

"What the fuck?" he asks getting up from the chair with a jump.

You ignore him. You walk over to the bed and before the sheets, ready to sleep.

"Did you just make me lose just to ignore me?" he asks opening his hands.

You get into bed and lie down on the bed, not answering him. You listen as he snorts as he turns off the computer. Bingo. You want to laugh but you just pretend to be tired. Now he'll come to bed.

With shuffling feet, he approaches the bed and with one hand, grabs your heel. With his strength he drags you onto the bed and stands over you, taking your attention.

"You want my attention, baby?" he whispers as his body is over yours. You feel his erection in your lower belly but you won't give in so easily.

"Really? I've been trying to get you to look at me for an hour" you say facing him with your hands on his chest as if holding him back. "You've been in that chair all day, Hector, you don't even remember me" you snatch.

He smiles, that idiotic smile that always makes you fall for his charm.

"Sorry, I didn't realize. Did you want something, baby?" his tone of voice sounds more teasing.

"Yes" you say, trying to remain serious, even though you're already starting to get annoyed. "I want you to turn that thing off and fuck me."

The words come out without you even noticing. You say it with such certainty and desperation that it sounds unreal coming out of your mouth. Hector bites down on his lip and his eyes are tinted a terrifying dark. His cock continues to prod at your belly and heat begins to course through your crotch. Damn. You feel his chest brush against your swollen nipples and Hector lowers his gaze to them.

"Okay, now you have my attention" he murmurs hoarsely as one of his legs slips between yours.

You gasp as his knee brushes against your crotch. He pushes a little and you pull your head back as you feel the pleasure begin to grow.

"Is that what you want?" he asks as one of his hands reaches inside your shirt and encircles your breast.

Your body alerts sound all at once as he takes your nipple between his fingers and his leg continues to put pressure on that area. You stir uncomfortably, trying to endure the whirlwind of emotions.

"Yes damn it. I've been waiting for you for hours"

Your hands cup his face and you kiss him, missing the feel of his sweet lips. Hector reciprocates as you melt into a hot kiss like the one a moment ago but this time much deeper. His hands caress you all over your body, yours tangle around his wavy neck, pulling them as his leg follows at your center. You moan in wonder.

He pulls away from your mouth when you growl at the lack of his lips but Hector smiles impishly. The movement of ends and you feel an emptiness in your chest and pussy. He reaches up a little to pull down your panties in one motion as he grabs your shirt and pulls it off your body, exposing it to him.

You now have his full attention and you can see it by the way he looks at you naked, how his erection keeps growing, how his eyes darkened, how his expressions changed.

"You have my attention, baby" he whispers before getting back on top of you.

You grab him by the face to kiss him again but Hector pulls away. Instead, he turns his face to your breasts and takes one with his mouth. You moan with a squeal as you also feel his fingers enter your soft spot. He caresses your thigh first, then inside it and finally outlines your slit.

You gasp grabbing at his hair again as his lips suck your nipple so hard you cry out. His other free hand, squeezes your remaining breast and you moan as you sink into the wave of pleasure.

Every pore of your body goes wild as he gropes your wet hole, barely caresses your clit and already he wants you screaming. He caresses it again, slow and torturous, while his lips continue to kiss your breasts.

He opens your vaginal lips and inserts two fingers slowly and gropingly, as if preparing you. He leaves them there for a few seconds, while your walls clench against his fingers and you moan in desperation. You hate him playing with you but you feel you deserve it a little. Or maybe you need it.

Hector's mouth keeps biting your nipples and holding your other breast so well you feel like you'll finish without even starting. It's hell.

"Did you want my fucking attention, baby?" he whispers when his face is millimeters from yours.

You can barely open your eyes to see him, you feel that with the slightest movement you will come and you're not ready yet. So strong is the tension, the pressure, the temptation.

"Hector" you gasp in an agonized whisper. He smiles sideways.

Your fingers beg caressing the beginning of his hair at the nape of his soft neck, as if asking him for a favor.

"I don't like to lose, you know that?" he asks again. Her eyes spit fire as she speaks to you.

"I just wanted to..." you try to say but fall silent as he begins to move his fingers inside you.

In and out. In and out, so slow, it burns you inside. You bite your lip trying to hold the pressure, your nipples start to ache from the need to be touched, your belly roars for more.

"What did you want, baby?" he insists as his eyes dart to your mouth.

"You, Hector!" you squeal in desperation. "I wanted you, damn it!"

Then his fingers curl inside you and he starts fucking you with his fingers fast. In a thrust in and out that takes you over the top of the mountain. You arch your back leaving him the perfect access for Hector to take your nipples again, beginning to suck and bite them vehemently. The double pleasure begins to build up in your belly and you need to release but you know Hector won't give it to you that easy.

His free hand hits your breast and you squeal as you feel one more finger join his other two fingers. You feel like he will break you at any moment and you are really looking forward to it as you moan and beg for him to keep it up. Hector is a good lover and he does just that, fucking you so hard with his hand and sucking on your breasts. This is paradise. Never before have you been able to feel this exquisite combination of pleasure. The way his hot fingers penetrate you non-stop, your walls wet and clinging to his skin, while your nipples ache from so much stimulation but it's such a pleasurable ache that you just want him to keep sucking and biting you. It's dirty and intimate at the same time. You love him.

All his attention is on you as his thumb adds to your clit and gently caresses it and you can't think of anything but the whirlwind of pleasure to come. He fucks you all over so right.

You hold onto the back of his neck as the pleasure begins to burn in your belly, your legs tremble as your moans are already desperate cries. The orgasm hits you in an instant but it seems like an infinite oasis in your body. His mouth never left your breasts, his movements are just as sudden. He continues to fuck you on your spot, as you stir in place but Hector settles you back down. Your legs burn and you feel the heat return to suffocating as the orgasm hits you like never before. For a moment you feel your soul leave your body and consciousness disappears for a second. Two orgasms. Damn.

Your walls clench your fingers as he stops them little by little, lowering the intensity. You feel so full with his fingers inside, your heart leaping with excitement. Your breasts ache from the sensitivity, not to mention your pussy that feels overstimulated at the slightest touch. Hector made a mess of you.

"Hector..." your voice comes out as a plea, this time, for him to stop.

He hears you and his fingers leave your dripping pussy, making you bristle as you feel the cold, empty nothingness. Your body is sweaty and your breathing barely begins to regulate.

Hector rises from the bed and removes his shirt, pulling down his pants with his boxer shorts. His erect cock jumps out of his underwear and you swallow saliva as he strokes the tip a little himself.

"Now that you have my attention, you'll have to take me, baby" he murmurs as they position themselves on top of you.

You smile exhaustedly. There's nothing more you'd want right now than his cock splitting you. But you know it will hurt, today, tomorrow and maybe for days to come. But you wanted this as much as he did. You had provoked him.

Your hands embrace his shoulders as he positions himself on your body, wrapping your legs around him. His cock strokes your wet lips, seeking some of your hot, cool juices. Your whole body gets a surge of electricity. You won't be able to take this. He will break you. Literally. But you're willing to do it.