#pg8

[jude5bellingham]

imsg ౨ৎ pedri gonzalez

notes : im super sorry to the anon who asked for these so long ago :(

[gavisuntiedboot]

Pedri NSFW Alphabet

A/N: Hello everyone! So I have been very consistent in writing for only Gavi, but there has been an overwhelming request to do a Pedri NSFW alphabet, so here we are!! I hope you all enjoy.

SMUT BEYOND THE FOLD!!! Please don't read if you're not comfortable. MDNI!!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Pedri would be the type to have to keep touching you in some way after the two of you were finished. He would roll over and lay next to you, making sure your arms were touching. Always the thinker, he had a wet rag already placed on the nightstand. He would grab it, gently wiping down your stomach and thighs. Gentle kisses would be peppered on the skin, as he cleaned you up and cooled you down. He overheated easily, so he wouldn't cuddle you, but there was always a lingering hand or entangled legs to keep you close to him. He was not a man of many words, but he would look you in the eyes and place a kiss on your cheek, reminding you how much he loved you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Pedri wasn't very proud of any body part of his, but you talked a lot about his lips, so he started to take more notice of his lips. He loved the way that you stared at his lips whenever he spoke. Your pupils would dilate whenever his tongue ran over them, wetting them, making them glisten. He loved the way you shivered when his lips touched your neck and kissed their way down. You were addicted to biting on his bottom lip, sucking it into your mouth whenever possible. He loved the way you whined and moaned out his name whenever he sucked your nipple or clit between them. You would brush your fingers over them as you rode him, loving the feeling of the plush flesh under your fingers.

On you, he could not keep himself away from your boobs. Sure, he was obsessed with other parts of you - your eyes, your smile - but your boobs? He actively craved them. He would dream about the feel of them when he was away for a match. When he slept next to you, he would always sleep in a position that would allow him to keep one hand on your boob. Whenever you were having sex, he needed to be in a position to touch them, watch them bounce, or suck them into his mouth. He loved when you would ride him, your tits bouncing in his face, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you in closer, burying his face in them. On days when he was super stressed, he just wanted to be babied. He would kiss you gently, begging to tug your shirt down and suck on them, releasing all of his frustration. Boy just loves them boobs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Surprisingly, Pedri was really into messy cum situations. It started the first time he came on your stomach, when you had both been too desperate to look for a condom. He was not about to be a young father, and so he pulled out and finished on your stomach, but he had been so pent up that he came much more and much harder than expected. You looked up at him, hair in a halo around you, sweaty skin glistening. Eyes were hooded and fucked out, your chest heaving, drops of cum rolling down the swell on your breasts. The sight was almost enough to get him hard again.

Since then, he had been trying to cum on different parts of you, seeing which one he preferred the most. He had invited you to the camp once, painting your face white in the shower after his practice. On your vacation, he fucked you on the balcony of your hotel, cumming onto your ass and lower back. He still couldn't pick a favorite location, and so he cycled through them regularly. Eventually, he gained the courage to cum inside you. His fear of being a father seemed to disappear once he watched him cum drip out of your hole, clenching around nothing.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Our little Pedri is a brat tamer through and through - king of the soft doms. He was never one to yell or be forceful with you. Rather, he would beckon his fingers, telling you to be quiet or sit, and you would respond immediately. However, you loved to watch Pedri get angry, the blood rushing his cheeks and flushing his face. So you started to act up more often. Wearing shorter and shorter skirts when Pedri was around. Talking back whenever he asked for something. Pedri loved the challenge. One day, you had been teasing him over text, sending pictures of you in your underwear as he was preparing for the match. He had told you to stop, to behave, to wait until he got home. You responded with: "Make me."

He came home from the match without changing or showering. He walked in with his golden kit on, the one that made you weak in the knees. He stood in front of you, lifting the hem and wiping his face, exposing his toned stomach and happy trail. He walked towards the shower and beckoned you to follow. He walked into the bathroom waiting for you to follow, closing the door and locking it behind you. His thumb ran across your bottom lip, pushing you down to sit on you knees on the cold tile. He turned on the shower, and began stripping slowly.

"You've been a brat all week, mi amor. What were you expecting from me? To yell? To throw you over my knee and spank you so that you can learn to behave? No no no. You're going to sit and look on what you could have been a part of. Let's see who's patience runs out first: Mine or yours."

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

This man is getting bitches. Not in a derogatory way, but come on now guys. He's a 20 year old Spanish man. Like I said previously, sex is part of the culture. On top of that, he wasn't part of a strict football academy. He was out seeing girls. And now people want him even more (you guys all saw the news articles and video clips). However, Pedri doesn't seem like the type to always be sleeping with other girls. He seems like the type to be very picky. They needed to be gorgeous and interesting before he would even consider it. That mentality almost drove you away from him completely, but he couldn't stay away from you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Pedri's absolute favorite position is the "lazy man" (Google it). Everything about it was a positive for him. He was able to hold you in his lap, keeping you close to him. He had you on top of him, hands firmly gripping your ass as your breasts bounced in his face. He can bring his face to rest into the dip of your neck, muttering against your sink how good you were doing, how amazing you felt around him. When you both finished, he could wrap his arms tightly around you, laying back and just feeling your weight against him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Most of Pedri's life is serious - he needs to be level headed and serious on the field to make sure that he can play at a high level. So when work is over and he comes home to you, that's when his playful side really shows. He's all suggestive jokes and wiggling eyebrows, tickling you and kissing all over your face. Sex wasn't serious to him - it was something for him to enjoy, and that's how he treated it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

As he's gotten older, Pedri feels like the shaved completely smooth look isn't for him anymore. He is more comfortable growing out the hair on his face and his chest, and so down there you're going to find some hair. He wasn't the type to every shave - he hated the process and the itch that came with it. So whenever he felt it was getting out of control, he have it a trim, but there was always a little bit of stubble.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Pedri had gone through his era of casual sex. The older and more famous he got, the more he craved intimacy and romance. So maybe at age 20 he was still just having sex with people to fulfill a carnal desire, but when he found a girl he really liked, he would go out of his way to make the moment more romantic. I'm not saying rose petals and candles every time you two want to get busy, but a lot of the time he would put on music and make sure the lights where off. He would whisper to you how beautiful you are and how much he liked the way you made him feel. He wanted to feel special, and so he always leaned more towards romance than casual sex.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

20 is not technically a teenager anymore, but the hormones are still there. My man is jacking off nightly or every other night if he's too tired. At one point, it was like a chore. Get up, brush teeth, get in the shower, jack off, go to training. He did it to make sure he could focus during the day. Once he got a girlfriend, jacking off was an absolutely last resort if he couldn't get access to you. Even then, he would prefer for you to be involved in some way. When he had a hotel room to himself, he would call or FaceTime you, wanting to see you and hear your voice to help him finish. Other times, he would look at pictures or naughty texts you two had exchanged, imagining what you would feel like around him. He was usually done within 3 minutes.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Despite his quieter nature, Pedri was somewhat of an exhibitionist. He loved having you in potentially compromising situations, the thrill of potentially being caught always turning him on. He discovered this for the first time when you went down on him while his mic was on and he played FIFA with the boys. He bit back a moan, deciding to keep his mic on as you throated his cock. When he finished, he finally put the mic on mute, cumming loudly and violently. Since then, the has played with your skirt hem at dinners with the team, sat you on his lap while riding to events, and done many other risky things. He doesn't ever want to actually get caught, but the idea that he could is really appealing.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Lol imagine Pedri trying to fuck in the back of the mini cooper. Sorry the image popped into my head and I giggled. Honestly, he loved to have you in the bath. Not the shower - that was an injury waiting to happen. But the bath? The feeling of the hot water relax his muscles and you on top of him? Could not be beat by anything. He loved how the water slowed your movements, making the way you rode him slower and more sensual. He loved putting his hands on you, getting to enjoy your soapy tits as you two lazily made love. He was game for pretty much anywhere else in the house (except the kitchen - it reminded him of his mom too much). Outside the house, his favorite place was the locker room in Camp Nou. When everyone cleared, he could take you on one of the benches, you moans echoing through the large space.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Touching Pedri the wrong way could turn him on, so this is a pretty broad category. But one thing you knew would work every single time was challenging him. Telling him no, saying he couldn't do something - it lie a fire in him to prove you wrong. On one occasion, you had told him that it was impossible for him to make you cum in under two minutes (because you were both running late and needed to leave the house). He threw you over his shoulder and walked you into the bedroom, proving you wrong in 98 seconds exactly (he timed it). He also loved it when you played hard to get, telling him that you could get off without him.

"Show me"

He would sit back, arms crossed and dick straining against pants as he made you fulfill your promise. He would watch you struggle, frustrated and begging him to help you. He would make you go until there were tears in your eyes. There was literally nothing that got him harder.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything with impact or pain. A playful smack to the ass was difficult for him, and anything further was an absolute no. He didn't want to hurt you, or associate your pain with sex. No choking no matter how much you begged. He just could not get behind the idea, and so you had to find other ways for him to be dominant with you that didn't involve pain in any way.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Pedri to me is someone who doesn't want to put a ton of effort in, so when it comes to oral, he always prefers to sit back and receive. He loved being able to lace his fingers through your hair, watching you suck him off like it was your greatest pleasure. He loved the way you reacted when he told you how pretty you looked or how good you were doing. You were always fighting with him about swallowing when he was receiving. He would much rather finish on your face, painting it with his cum, but you wanted to swallow and avoid the mess altogether. That's why he made sure to ask for head before you got ready for bed, so he could finish on your face before you washed it and did your skincare.

When Pedri gave head, it was only at times when he knew he wouldn't be rushed. He was not one to eat you rough or fast. He liked to take his time - savor his meal. When he ate you out, he would spend a long time just lapping at you like a cat with cream, getting you so worked up that you were begging him to give you more. He would always tell you to be patient, continuing with kisses and soft licks. Eventually the intensity would increase, and he would suck your clit into his mouth, making you cry out. He would then let you lace your fingers through his hair, pulling yourself against his face, desperate for all of him to touch you and bring you over the edge.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

As I said, Pedri seems like a slow and lazy lover. Don't give off the vie that he would ever be fast and rough, unless you managed to majorly piss him off. Usually he was slow, taking his time to drag his cock long your walls and pull out slowly, letting you feel every inch and every vein. He loved being able to kiss you and take his time. When he was frustrated or upset, his pace was insane. He was still delicate with you, but he would be moving quickly, trying to get you to finish as fast as humanly possible, ego needing a boost.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Pedri wasn't a huge fan of quickies. He took a lot of pride in making you cum, and so when time was short, he couldn't do that in the way he wanted. If you two were short on time, he would much rather get some head and finger you quickly, leaving everyone satisfied and happy. When he was feeling adventurous, he would propose quickies in random places, and even then he enjoyed the thrill more than the quick sex. He would never, however, turn down the chance to fuck you, and so he took the opportunity whenever it presented itself.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Pedri was game for pretty much anything. You wanted to fuck under a blanket while Gavi was in the room? Go get the blanket and turn up the TV. You wanted to have sex in the storage closet? Let's go, lock the door. You wanted to try tying him to the bedframe? As you wish. But once again, he was not into giving or receiving pain of any kind. He wasn't open to anything with the possibility of pain. This included toys he thought were too large, or places where he felt like one of you could get hurt.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Pedri seems like the type to go for one loooooong rounc rather than multiple in a row. When he fucks, he takes his time, drawing out the foreplay, making sure you're absolutely drenched before he even thinks about entering you. He would thrust in so slowly that you were almost in pain from how frustrating the whole ordeal was. His football endurance came in handy for your hour-long sessions. He always held out for as long as he could, because once he came, that was it for the evening. So if he felt like he was going to bust too fast, he would pull out, finishing you off with his tongue or hands before resuming his animalistic thrusts into you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

My man owns two or three vibrators for both you and himself. He was man enough to admit that holding a bullet vibe to the underside of his cock got him to finish in literally seconds. He discovered this after you used yours on him one time and he had been dreaming about the sensation since then. As for you, he loved to use a vibe on you, teasing you with it, placing on the highest setting and telling you that you weren't allowed to cum until he said so. He was not a huge fan of you using them alone, but he loved them as an occasional accompaniment when you were together.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Pedri believes he is a fair man and only teases you when you deserve it. The problem with this line of thinking is that he believes you almost always deserve it. He would always do things to get you hot and bothered, leaving you high and dry for several hours. He would caress your thighs, kissing up them, breath ghosting over your pussy, and then leave for practice. He would send you suggestive photos and then invite the boys over for dinner, leaving you wanton and desperate. Whenever he was free you were begging for him, and he absolutely loved it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not loud at all. In fact, the first time you slept together, he was so quiet that it made you insecure. You were certain he would never see you again because all you heard was breathing. Pedri is just not a loud moaner unless you make him. Sometimes his voice escaped him during particularly intense activities, profanities leaving his mouth at an alarming rate. But otherwise, he breathed heavier and let out soft gasps, but he is not very loud at all.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

"It's really hard to make me cum."

You hadn't said it as a challenge. You had been with several guys in the past, but they all made you feel weird or complained about how long you took, meaning that another person had never made you cum before in your life. Pedri was eager to change that. He told you he would go for as long as you needed, but you would cum on his mouth and fingers. You had been extremely hesitant at first. You were skeptical about what he said, having heard it all before, and you didn't want to scare him away. He started to go down on you, and your whole body tensed. You began to think how long you should wait before you faked an orgasm to spare his feelings. He looked up at you and told you to relax. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his tongue on you. You got into the rhythm, moving your hips alongside his ministrations. You were so engrossed in how good it felt, the feeling of Pedri moaning against you, that you lost all track of time. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, your orgasm hitting you in an earth shattering wave. When you finally recoverd, you looked at the clock. 35 minutes. Pedri had gone down on you for 35 minutes without complaint or air. He had you wrapped around his finger after that.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Like the rest of him, Pedri's dick is long and slender. A solid 6". Like others have put so eloquently, if there was a beast in there, we would see it in those shorts. I think it's also quite veiny, providing an interesting sensation when he's inside you. He's not reaching any kidneys, but he's got some good equipment.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high. He is pretty good at controlling himself, but when it's jus the two of you, he can turn it on at the drop of a hat. Morning noon and night my man would want to relieve some tension with you. Whenever he won a match, his face would light up at the prospect of victory sex with you. He wants you bad. And frequently. High sex drive.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pedri hates being rushed in the morning, so he will take a little extra time before going up to clean himself and get situated so he's not stressed later on. He would get up and wipe himself down, making sure all his alarms are set, and then get under the sheets with you, falling asleep rather quickly after he made sure everything was in order. He would place a kiss on your forehead and drift off.

*Bonus*

We all know that Pedri's blush is rather unique. His whole face gets red, including under his eyes, so it's very obvious when he has physically exerted himself. So sometimes he would come to practice already red in the face, eliciting whoops and taunts from his teammates. Other times, he would walk out of the bathroom with a red face, and everyone would know what just happened in the ten minutes he was gone with you. He now made sure to carry cooling gel whenever you two went out together, to avoid his red face giving away your dirty secrets.

Yeah everyone knows what he's been doing.

A/N: Hey y'all !!! Hope y'all enjoyed. My first Pedri piece!!! Please leave any comments or feel free to talk to me in my asks - I love hearing from y'all! Working on the next part of the series as usual (so if there is something you want to see happen in JP, please let me know and I'll work it in if it fits).

[axlerica]

HAIRCUT~

-The one where Pedri cut his hair and Y/N sulks because she loves his messy hair more-

Pedri had just come back from training session when he walked into the apartment, and Y/N's eyes immediately landed on his changed appearance - his hair was noticeably shorter than before.

Y/N: Hey, Pedri! What did you do to your hair? You cut it!

Pedri: *chuckles* ¡Hola, amor! Yeah, I felt like a change, so I got a haircut.

Y/N: *playfully pouting* Why…..? I liked your messy hair. It suited you baby..

Pedri: *grinning* Ay, mi amor, don't be upset. I promise I'll find a way to make this haircut look just as good.

Y/N: *teasing* Oh, really? Can you bring back the "just rolled out of bed" look?

Pedri: *laughing* Maybe not exactly, but I'll figure something out.

Y/N: You know, you're lucky you're cute no matter what your hair looks like.

Pedri: ¡Eres adorable, amor! So, you're saying you'll still cheer for me even with this new look?

Y/N: *smirking* Well, it's not like I have a choice, right? You've got me wrapped around your finger.

Pedri: *playful tone* Ah, mi amor, you're admitting your weakness for me?

Y/N: *laughing* Maybe just a little. But I still miss the old hair.

Pedri: *leans in* Well, what if I make it up to you with a special dinner tonight?

Y/N: *raising an eyebrow* A dinner to compensate for my lost love for your hair?

Pedri: *smirking* Exactly. And who knows, maybe by the end of the night, you'll be swooning over the new haircut.

Y/N: *laughing* You're quite the charmer, Pedri. But fine, dinner it is. Just know that I'm not forgiving you for cutting your hair that easily.

Pedri: *whispering* We'll see about that, amor.

[Later that day, Y/N is sitting on the couch, looking a bit sulky.]

Pedri: *walking in* Hola, mi amor. Dinner's almost ready.

Y/N: *crossing arms* Bueno, it's about time. Thought I'd starve waiting for this compensation dinner.

Pedri: *grinning* Ah, come on, don't be mad at me. It's just a haircut.

Y/N: *sighs dramatically* You just don't understand. Your messy hair was like your trademark. Now it's like you're a whole new person.

Pedri: *sitting beside Y/N* But am I still your favorite person, new hair and all?

Y/N: *pretending to think* Maybe... if the dinner is really, really good.

Pedri: *laughs* Well, I hope it meets your expectation, then.

Y/N: *softening* Look, it's not like I'm actually mad. Just a bit nostalgic for the old days, you know?

Pedri: *playful smile* I promise to bring back the old me next time, messy hair and all. Just for you.

Y/N: *smiles* That sounds like a deal. I missed playing your messy hair.

Pedri: *leans in and whispers* Hmmm, will you still love me if I go bald amor?

Y/N: *laughs* Of course, you silly. Hair or no hair, you're stuck with me. But please don’t go bald for now baby. Maybe in 30years, not now.

Pedri : *laughs* Ahhh amor, you’re the cutest.

[After dinner, as they're cleaning up...]

Y/N: You know, Pedri, even though I'm sulking about your hair, I have to admit this dinner was pretty amazing.

Pedri: *smirking* Told you I could win you over with food.

Y/N: *rolling eyes* Hey, it's not just about the food. It's about the effort you put in, plus you look so hot when you cook.

Pedri: *playful tone* So, does this mean you're not mad at my hair anymore?

Y/N: *leaning closer* Well, maybe a little less mad. But you still owe me a promise.

Pedri: *raising an eyebrow* And what's that?

Y/N: *whispering* Bring back the messy hair just for me. Deal?

Pedri: *smiling* Deal, amor. Anything for you.

[As they continue cleaning up, Pedri notices Y/N's grin.]

Pedri: *curious* Why are you looking at me like that amor?

Y/N: *teasing* Oh, nothing. I was just wondering if you could cook dinner wearing your apron... and nothing else.

Pedri: *blushing and laughing* ¡Vaya! You really know how to turn the tables, don't you?

Y/N: *grinning* Of course, after all I’m your baby. She winked at him.

Pedri: *shaking head* You're impossible, but I love you.

Y/N : Te quiero mucho pepi. Can you do that next time? Will you accept my challenge?

Pedri: *laughs* Challenge accepted, mi amor.

With a cheeky smile, he lifted you onto the countertop. Both of you locked eyes, and he leaned in then kissed your lips.

Y/N: “Anyway…. Why did you cut your hair baby?”

Pedri: “I had to… I need to look presentable for the match tomorrow, amor.”

The air between both of you were charged with a mix of curiosity and desire. His lips met yours, a passionate kiss that ignited a fire within. His hands held you close, bodies pressed together as the kiss deepened.

Y/N: *as their lips parted* “Gotta admit, I miss your messy hair already.”

Pedri’s lips curved into a sheepish smile as he brushed a strand of hair from your face.

Pedri: “Ay amor, you really love my messy hair that much huh? You’re not a fan of the new look?”

Y/N: “Let’s just say… the messy hair had its charm.”

Pedri’s fingers traced a path along your waist, a knowing glint in his eyes. Pedri’s lips found yours again, the kiss was a mixture of intensity and tenderness.

Pedri: *chuckles* “It’s okay… You’ll get used to it, promise.”

Y/N: “Will you look this neat during the entire match?”

Pedri’s eyes twinkled with amusement as his lips brushed against yours.

Pedri: “Only if it gets you to kiss me like this.”

Your arms wrapped around Pedri’s waist, pulling him closer, intensifying the connection. Pedri’s fingers threaded through your hair, the desire in his touch sending a rush of heat through your veins.

Breaking the kiss, your lips curled into a mischievous smile, eyes locked onto Pedri’s.

Y/N: *whispering* “I love you so much baby, Eres el mejor!” (You’re the best!)

[s6lars]

capitán

[yoyokslut]

Better man. (Sequel of you're losing me)

Pedri x reader.

Word count: 3444 words.

a/n: I know this took forever but I didn't have the inspiration to write it but one night I was listening to better man and everything clicked. Hope you like it :)

12 am and you were still awake... Again, this was the third night in a row. Since what happened at Pedri's was haunting you and replaying in your head over and over again you couldn't fall asleep. It's been 3 months since then and forgetting about it wasn't as easy as you thought.

You couldn't fool yourself, you missed him more than you'd like to admit. You missed going on late night drives around the city, movie nights, making dinner together, laughing about how bad his jokes were and him teasing you because either way they made you laugh, just feeling him being part of your life... Part of you.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night

I can feel you again

He's been texting and calling you but you knew the moment you accept a call or text you'd fall for him like the very first time and you knew you couldn't let that happen, it wasn't fair for you so ignoring him was the best option for now.

Lately you've been going to one of you favourite cafe every afternoon where across of it was a small park with beautiful flowers and near there a beautiful lake, the cafe was a comfort place because there were stunning sunsets and it was always nice to see the kids playing around the park and people having fun in the lake.

So today you decided to buy a coffee and go sit on the dock with your headphones on.

It passed a couple of minutes before you felt someone touching your shoulder, so you took off your headphones, turned around and saw him.

Your body tensed right away it's been long since you saw him.

"Hi," he said a little bit nervous.

"Hi,"

"I've been trying to call you and text you but you weren't picking up,"

"We don't have nothing to talk about anyway," you said trying to walk away from him.

"Please don't go," he grabbed your arm gently "I'm tired of missing you, please let me come back to you, I miss you with my life, preciosa,"

Preciosa there he was again trying to be sweet and calling you nicknames that he knew they made things to you, thinking that was enough and you hate how you and your body reacted to them.

But I just miss you

And I just wish you were a better man

"Oh so you think I wasn't tired every time you pushed me away and made me a second option or sometimes not even an option?" you stared at him frowning "You thought I was very joyful just waiting for you all the time just for you not even notice my presence? You should be the last one to say you are 'tired', Pedri,"

And I gave to you my best

And we both know you can't say that

He swallowed thick, he knew you were right and you deserved so much better than how he treated you.

"I am so sorry, I know I was a jerk and you deserve somebody so much better than me but I can't live without you, I can't sleep if you're not with me, you are my little ray of sunshine in my life, but please give me one more chance, I'd do anything for you, anything you asked me I'll do it, I promise,"

"We both know you're not good at making promises, Pedri, don't promise something we know you can't keep,"

We might still be in love

If you were a better man

"So please stop breaking my heart and stop following me," you said starting to walk.

"I didn't follow you," you looked at him like saying how did you find me then? "Kinda," he blushed.

"I went to every place we used to go when we were together and spend all day there in each of them hoping I'd find you," he looked away from you and your gaze soften at his confession.

This was the sweetest thing anyone has ever made for you.

You sighed for what you were about to tell him and about how vulnerable you were gonna be for him.

"I-i miss you and I still l-love you," you looked at his eyes.

"But I'm scared, what of it doesn't work out? What if we don't work out? I don't want us to get hurt again, I wouldn't be able to take it," a small tear escaped through your cheek.

"I'll do my best every day to remind you how important you are for me, and cherish you for every day I didn't back then. I'm sorry it took me this way to realize how valuable you are, I'll work in myself so I can be the man you deserve and so I can be worthy of you," he said grabbing your face and stroking your cheeks.

"And if you need more time to think about giving us another chance, I'll wait as long as you need,"

"I'm gonna need it," you said.

"My time is all yours,"

Surprise? I guess 🤭

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[missgavi]

hii<3, just a thoughts that came into my head,

the reaction his teamated would have if they see hickeys on his neck and scratches on his back

and we know this boy can get angry on the feeld but what if a football player from the other team like flirts with you and you don't catch on cause before gavi you had like a lowkey crush on him and just want a picture and authagraph and gavi just gets jealous

(sorry to put them togheter in one request even tho there two different things)(or you can do both for one story👀)

sorry if its confusing😭

nah cause they’d tease him so baaaad 

"and what are these cabron ?" Pedri asks on a teasing tone, playfully pinching one of Gavi's hickey, the purple mark gaining a reddish hue.

"don't mind those, they could pass as some killer mosquitos bites" Raphinha says with a smirk on his face "I'm more curios about those" and goes to trace the scratch marks on the younger boy's back.

Gavi groans and moves away from them, cursing them out in spanish as his teammates hunch over in laughter.

Quickly getting changed, he grabs his bag and makes his way where he told the culprit for the marks to meet him. Walking onto the pitch, Pablo's face turns red and if this were a cartoon there'd be smoke coming out of his ears as he spots you and none other than Joao Felix.

It was clear all the way from his side of the pitch that the Atletico player was flirting with you, his face all smug. Tightening the grip on his bag he starts walking towards the two of you.

Pablo comes up behind you and picks you up, spinning you in his arms. Squealing, you immediately recognised the arms wrapped around you and as soon as your feet hit the ground , you turn around in his hug and give him a warm kiss.

"Ai mi amor, look" you show him a t-shirt with Joao's signature, completely missing his flirting and just being happy about the autograph.

Gavi's heart softened at your innocence, wrapping an arm around your middle before turning towards Felix.

"Good game ei Joao, maybe next time you'll win" Pablo says on a passive-agressive tone. Felix gets the message and after some heated convo between the two the Atletico player finally leaves and lets the two of you get on with your own ministrations.

Turning to look at Gavi, you give him your usual charming smile "He's so sweet isn't he ?''

"Yeah, we're burning that t-shirt when we get home" Gavi says, leaning into a passionate kiss as you giggle against his lips.

[ftwkcomic]

The Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog #2 page 8

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[melted-memories-a-pizza-tower-au]

You guys are having tower issues?

Gustavo: "Well....no...I mean...we were about a week ago, but Peppino took-a care of it! It's pretty much just rubble now...."

"I doubt that we'll be having anymore-a issues with it anytime soon!"

[evocation-daycare]

Go check out the scribbled out one!!

You sneakily walk towards the door with the scribbled out name, matching the arrow sign you saw. There's the sound of loud music coming from inside and the smell of a sour smoke that wafts from cracks in the broken down door...

You aren't sure if you should continue forward

[dirtyblueshop]

This rare and extinct (discontinued) pigment is part of my Extinct Pigment Project. It’s a natural looking warm green, with average poor lightfastness. As a single pigment, Sap Green, or Nitroso Green PG8, a Synthetic Organic Azo, is quite a unique color in it’s properties. It’s comparable to Phthalo Green Yellow shade but darker, more towards a black in mass tone. It has quite a large drying shift, meaning it loses chroma when it dries on paper. The name Sap Green originally comes from the lake pigment made from unripe buckthorn berries. In medieval times, the pigment wasn’t sold as a dry powder but are a syrup-like substance, made from evaporated sap, that was sold and kept in animal bladders. The process of making this was written down by Cennino Cennini, known for his book, Il Libro Dell’Arte. The color however, faded very easily and was later replaced by either similar substitute single pigments, like this, or a mix of Prussian Blue and still-de-grain, the latter was eventually replaced by Gamboge by mister Hooker, a mix now better known as Hooker’s Green. This Sap Green (and many of it’s name relatives) is a beloved color for landscapes and anything in nature. It mixes beautifully natural greens when combines with earth colors. #handmadewatercolors #handmadeartsupplies #artsupplies #handmadepaint #makingcolors #handmade #watercolor #mineral #paint #artistquality #extinctpigment #color #hookersgreen #bright #pg8 #sapgreen #green #singlepigment #rare #beautiful #artisan #light #watercolorpainting #gumarabic #colorful #watercolorlove #watercolorpalette #natural #pigment (bij Dirty Blue) https://www.instagram.com/p/CicLPZeLYo3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ofdarklands]

today in pigment opinions: everyone should make PG8 instead of PG7. PG7 sucks ass i'm sick of it coming in every set. i don't care about about the lightfastness, PG8 rules. give me more PG8 watercolors!!!

[axlerica]

ARGUMENT ~

Y/N and Pedri had a fight because he seemed to be ignoring her and didn't seem to care about her anymore.

Y/N: Hey, Pedri, I noticed you came home late tonight. Why didn't you tell me earlier?

Pedri: (irritated) Can't you just give me a break, Y/N? I had a busy day at work. Afterward, me and the team went for a drink, and I forgot to text you. It's not a big deal so stop being so annoying.

Y/N: What did you just say? Not a big deal? It feels like you don't even care about me! I worry about you, and you can't even bother to keep me informed? How could you say I’m annoying for caring about you?

Pedri: (defensively) Look, I said I forgot, okay? Why are you making such a big deal out of it?

Y/N: Because I care about you, Pedri! I want to know that you're safe. Is it too much to ask for a simple text?

Pedri: You're always overreacting! It's just one night. I don't need you constantly breathing down my neck!

Y/N: (teary-eyed) Maybe you don't need me at all! If you can't see how important this is to me, then maybe we shouldn't be together.

Pedri: (sarcastically) Fine, if that's what you want, then go ahead and leave! It won't bother me one bit.

Y/N: You know what? Maybe I will! If you don't care enough to understand my feelings, then I'm done!

Pedri: Whatever, do what you want. I'm not going to beg you to stay.

Y/N: Wow, you don’t care about me at all huh? Alright then, I’ll just pack up my things and go if that’s what you want. Goodbye Pedri. Maybe someday you'll realize what you've lost.

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Y/N: (starts packing her bag) I can’t believe we’ve come to this. He’s not the same man i fell in love with anymore. It hurts so bad..

Pedri : What are you doing? Can u please stop overreacting? Stop doing whatever it is you’re doing right now.

Y/N : I'm serious, Pedri. I can't do this anymore. I can't be with someone who doesn't even bother to ask how my day was.

Pedri: (panicking) Wait, Y/N, don't go. Alright I’m sorry, okay? I know I messed up, and I've been a terrible partner lately.

Y/N: (tearfully) It's not just lately, Pedri. I feel like you're always on your phone, and you never seem interested in what I have to say.

Pedri: I didn't realize how much it was affecting you. I promise to change, to be more present, and to make an effort to connect with you.

Y/N: (hesitating) It's just hard, Pedri. I need to feel valued and loved in this relationship. It can't always be one-sided.

Pedri: You're right, mi amor, I've been selfish, and I haven't been treating you the way you deserve. I don't want to lose you.

Y/N: I don't want to lose you either, but I need to know that you'll change and that you'll prioritize our relationship.

Pedri: Alright mi amor, I promise. From now on, I'll put my phone down and give you my full attention. I'll show you how much you mean to me.

Y/N: I want to believe you, Pedri, but actions speak louder than words.

Pedri: (holding her hand) I'll show you amor, I'll prove it to you every day, starting now.

Y/N: (looking into Pedri's eyes) Pedri, I need to see real change, not just empty promises.

Pedri: I understand amor. And I'm serious about making things right.

Y/N: Show me, then.

Pedri leans in, and their lips meet in a gentle and tender kiss. It's a moment of vulnerability and a promise of renewed affection.

Pedri: (whispers) I love you, Y/N.

Y/N: (whispers back) I love you too Pedri.

[s6lars]

⋆ ˚｡⋆ 📂 pedri crashes an interview…

slightly suggestive, a little pedri x reporter!reader moment. inspired by this moment between iker casillas and his then gf after spain won the world cup. let's pretend barca wins the cl. enjoy!

"Can we get one more player to interview?"

Your producer's voice rings through the earpiece, prompting you to push it deeper to hear better.

The thunderous roars from the humongous crowd bleeds through the tunnels of Wembley Stadium, still persisting hours after the full-time whistle blew the moment Barcelona became champions of Europe.

"Come again?" you reply.

"One more player. Get them in front of the mic."

Jules Koundé and Fermin Lopéz had stopped by for an interview earlier, but clearly that wasn't enough for your producer or the show. Standing on your tiptoes, you scan the busy yet lively atmosphere of the tunnels — crowded, upbeat, slightly cramped, and filled with a persistent tone of chatter from the tens of reporters present.

It doesn’t look like any new players would emerge from the dressing rooms, at least not for a while. You were just about to inform your producer about it when you see your boyfriend walking into the room, nudging his way through the crowd.

Pedri González in all his glory, sporting the signature blue and red kit, beads of sweat in his hair and the rosey blush splayed across his face. The calls of reporters grew as they tried to get his attention, but once his honey brown eyes met yours, it was only you who he was drawn to.

He makes the proud walk to your booth, the shiny Champions League medal dangling on his neck, gleaming under the lights. Pedri's smile grows with every step, happily ignoring the twenty or so other reporters calling his name.

"Hey baby," Pedri coos, hands naturally wrapping around your figure. Your body tenses for a moment at the PDA — it doesn't go unnoticed by him, swiftly releasing you from his embrace.

Although your relationship had been long public by now, this the first time your worlds have crossed professionally (ironic, given that you were a sports reporter, and Pedri was an athlete). There were several conversations about this and it usually ended the same way — as long as there was a camera pointed in your direction, there could be no signs that you were a couple.

"You're working right now?" Pedri asks. You nod in response.

"I need you for an interview. It won't be long, I promise." You signal at your cameraman to prepare the interview, turning back to Pedri.

"I wouldn't mind either way." There's that smile again, the smile that only draws one out of you as well. "Hey, I didn't see you during the celebrations earlier.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I had to get ready for this,” you recall, taking off as soon as the Blaugranas lifted the trophy. It pained your heart to not run up to Pedri and jump into his arms, instead, you ran the other way to touch up your makeup underground.

“But hey, we can take pictures later. When it’s less crowded. And a lot quieter.”

“I can think of several things we can do where it’s less crowded. Dunno about quiet, though,” Pedri teases, low enough so only you could hear.

No amount of Patrick Ta blush could replicate the growing heat painted on your cheeks. You shove him playfully, watching as he bites the inside of his cheek to stifle a laugh.

Pedri looks devilishly handsome tonight — he always does, but something about his boosted confidence from the win only amplified it. His tongue darts out to lave over his bottom lip, taking it between his teeth as he drinks in your figure.

Were the tunnels always this hot?

“Guys,” your cameraman calls, signaling for you to get ready. You shake off all the unholy thoughts in your mind reserved for the comfort of Pedri’s hotel room later that night, fix your hair, and bring the mic up to your chest.

One, two, three, your cameraman mouths, and you’re live on air to millions.

“Welcome back to Wembley! Most of the players are still celebrating by now, but I’m joined by Pedri here.” The camera pans, now fitting you both into the frame.

“Is there anything you’d like to say?” You hope the sound system doesn’t catch the unusual giddiness in your voice as you address him.

“What is there to say? What should I tell you that you already don’t know?” Pedri’s eyes don’t leave yours for a second, completely disregarding the lens, speaking like you’re the only person in the room.

“Well, tell us how you feel,” you respond through giggles, instinctively taking a step closer to him.

“You’ve caught me in a true moment of happiness, not just from me, but from the rest of the club. It’s been a season full of ups and downs and we truly feel like we’ve deserved for it to end this way,” Pedri explains.

“… and I just want to thank all the people that have supported me throughout all this. My parents, my brother…”

Pedri’s voice breaks as he reaches the end of his sentence, his finger reaching up to swipe any stray tears spilling onto his cheeks. You wanted nothing more than to drop the microphone and pull his head into the crook of your neck, but you stood your ground.

Watching the love of your life speak so highly of his loved ones, pouring his heart out with the world watching, it’s why you fell in love with him in the first place. And you feel like it’s happening all over again.

“It’s fine, we can just talk about other things for now…” You try to diffuse the situation, watching as Pedri regains composure in front of you.

“No,” he suddenly blurts, waving his finger.

“No?” you barely manage to squeak out before Pedri leans in — and he’s kissing you.

One arm around your shoulders and his free hand gripping your chin, Pedri moulds his lips against yours. All sense of professionalism had evaporated from your body, drunk on the way he tasted.

He pulls away before you could kiss back, landing one last sneaky peck on your forehead before making a run for it. “I’m leaving! See you later!” he says in between giggles.

You watch him disappear into the stairwell when the sound of applause fills your ears, and you only then realize what position you’re in — putting on a show for the crowd of reports.

“My my, Pedri. What a man he is.”

A voice rings through your earpiece. You also put on a show for the crowd of millions at home.

Your face is heated once more, your words tripping over themselves as you try to think of a closing statement. Part of you wants to scold Pedri and teach him a lesson for messing with you at work — the other wants him to kiss you senseless again, letting the world know you belong to each other.

“When Pedri comes back to Spain, tell him I want to give him a kiss as well!”

[yoyokslut]

From Fer's instagram (Pedri's brother)

"I tell you nice things and you do this to me when you see me in the stands"

Very typical young brother behavior 🤣🤣

[missgavi]

Hiii can you make one where pedri walks in on you and gavi making out!

hehehehhe

Lips against lips, tongues colliding and teeth clashing. Gavi's hands were tightly holding your hips, softly rocking you on his lap.

The two of you were at a Barca event and a few minutes ago you announced your boyfriend you needed a breather. That's how you two ended in this situation.

Gavi seated on an outdoors chair with you all dolled up in his lap. God he wanted to rip that dress off of you and ruin that pretty makeup on your face.

His lips leave yours to attach to your neck, his mouth sucking little purple marks just under your ear, as to not make it evident put to still send the message you're taken to anyone looking too closely.

So lost in the moment, the two of you don't hear Pedri's footsteps, his legs bringing him up on the rooftop the two of you were currently resisting the urge to rip each others clothes off on.

"Ai dios mio" Pedri exclaims, making you startle. A slight pink hue paints your cheeks as you try removing Gavi's hungry mouth from your neck.

Gavi on the other hand. Totally unfazed. He was acting like his friend just walked in on the two of you holding hands. The boy finally acknowledges Pedri when your hands pull him back by the hair.

You try standing up from Gavi's lap but he just tightens his grip around you, keeping you firmly on top of him.

With a sigh he turns towards Pedri, a slightly annoyed expression on his face for disturbing him from marking up his lover. "What do you want Pedri ?"

"you're needed for a group photo" Pedri laughs at his friends pissed off state. He gives you a short smile before he's on his way.

Gavi turns back to you and surprisingly kisses you fiercely "We're not done here" he murmurs against your lips.

[bluewithpurplepolkadots]

I know PG literally stands for ‘parental guidance’ and thus up to said parents judgement and discretion: but I still find it hilarious that both TMNT 2012 and King Julian’s series which regularly has a character with a foot fetish among other things is given the same rating here as a result.