#hector fort x y/n

[insidekatmind]

Nsfw alphabet~ Hector Fort

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

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

Hector is very sweet: he stays close to you, cuddles you, kisses you and says sweet words to you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Hector loves everything about you, he is obsessed with you. But his favorite part is your sweet smile, that's what made him fall in love with you.

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

Hector likes to come in your mouth or on your belly.

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

He would love to fuck you in his car.

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

He doesn't have much experience, you had your first time together, but he knows very well what he's doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves seeing you straddle him while you take his cock. You are a vision to him.

J = Jack off (handjob headcanon)

He doesn't jerk off much because he has you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hector loves to slap your ass and mark your neck. And I love hearing sweet words while you're riding him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In his bad.

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

Even your delicate everything could cause him to get an erection.

N = Nickname (as he calls you)

He loves call you baby and princess.

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

He really loves getting blowjobs but he really loves eating your pussy.He's a 50/50

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

He knows how to be slow and sensual but also fast.

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

He loves quickies very much.

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

He loves the risk, he would always fuck you in his locker room.

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

Hector is an athlete so he has a lot of stamina.

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

He is very vocal and loves to let you know when you are making him feel good especially when you give him blowjobs.

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

It's big enough to give you pleasure.

[universefcb]

↬❥Lucky kitty

Hector Fort x Fem!Reader

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

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

warnings: Cuteness, more cuteness, so cute!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hector's eyes widened.

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

“Where is it?”

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

“Hold on, I’m coming over there now.

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

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

“I knew it!” Y/N laughed.

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

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

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

“But maybe something you represent.”

Hector scratched his chin thoughtfully.

“STRONG?”

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

“True.” He laughed too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hector smiled, watching the snuggled kitten.

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

“So I guess I have two Forts now.”

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

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[pedriache]

Héctor Fort who can’t help but look down at reader over everything and anything bc he knows how it makes them flush and avert their gaze

Those eyes — Héctor Fort.

Pairing: Héctor Fort x Fem!Reader

Summary: Héctor, who loves to see the familiar rosy color blossom across your cheeks. He does everything to see it, but he finds the easiest way to do so, is by looking down at you with a grin on his face.

Word count: 390+

Disclaimer/s: None, just fluff!

A/N: another draft from the summer . . .

Walks with you boyfriend was always enjoyable. You liked to sight see, and he loved to just spend time with you. The summer breeze brushed against your face as you leaned over the railing to look at the view. The city spread out below you, the building lights twinkling beneath the slowly darkening sky.

“I love this city.” You say quietly, turning to glance up at your boyfriend. A small flush passes across your cheeks as you realize he was already looking down at you. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” Héctor asks, suppressing the smirk that threatened his lips. His eyes trail across your face, tracing your features he seemed to love so much. He knew how much it affected you when he did that, which only prompted him to do it more.

His attentive stare only has you growing more flustered. “Quit staring down at me! Look at the view, that is why we walked all the way here is it not?”

Héctor simply shrugs, not looking away. “I’d rather look at you.” This elicits a groan from you along with an eye roll. “What’s that for!?”

“You are such a corn ball.” You laugh, shooing him away with a dismissive hand.

The brunette trails his hand up from the small of your back to your shoulders, sending goosebumps everywhere his hand touched, eventually his arm loops around your shoulders and pulls you into his side.

Héctor uses his other hand to hook his finger under your chin, forcing your head to look back up at him. Your heart stammers in your chest as you meet your boyfriend’s eyes. “I love you.” He whispers, dipping down to hover above your lips.

A wide smile breaks out on your face. “I love you, too.” You whisper right back, standing on your tip toes to place a quick peck to his lips.

When you pull away, Héctor makes a sound of protest, his lips chasing after yours, though you wiggle out of his grasp and take a step back. “Nuh-uh! We are sight seeing!”

“In a city we’ve lived in for years! We’ve seen this view a million times!” Héctor frowns, though his eyes sparkle with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Boo-hoo. Now, look at the view.” You point to the city scapes, flashing him a teasing smile.

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[httpsdana]

you could do one where the reader is someone who doesn't like physical contact and héctor is very clingy so he's insecure about it.

Too Much~Hector Fort

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

It was hard for Hector not to reach out for y/n every time they were together. His fingers seemed to naturally gravitate toward hers, desperate for even the smallest touch. But she never seemed to welcome it. The way she'd subtly pull away or shift to create more space between them started to weigh on him.

At first, he thought it was just how she was, more reserved when it came to physical affection, but over time, that understanding turned into a gnawing insecurity.

Today was no different. They were both sitting on the couch, a movie playing in the background. Hector had his arm resting behind y/n, his body close enough to feel her warmth, but not close enough to touch. His fingers itched to rest against her shoulder, to stroke her hair, anything to bridge the gap between them. But he stayed still, the fear of making y/n uncomfortable freezing him in place.

“Are you enjoying the movie?” y/n asked, turning to look at him.

Hector forced a smile. “Yeah, it's good.” he murmured

But it wasn’t. His mind wasn’t on the movie. It was on her, on the space between them, on the tension that had been slowly building in his chest. He wondered if it was his fault, if he was too much. Was he suffocating her with his need for closeness? Was he doing something wrong?

Later, as the movie ended and y/n got up to stretch, Hector bit the inside of his cheek, hesitating. He wanted to tell her what was on his mind, but the words felt stuck, trapped behind the weight of his insecurity.

y/n noticed his quietness, but she was used to that. Hector wasn’t always vocal about his thoughts, but something about the way his shoulders slumped today felt off.

“You okay?” she asked softly, moving a bit closer to him.

His eyes flickered up to hers before he looked away, as if afraid she'd see the vulnerability in them.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” he said, his voice barely audible

That answer didn't sit right with y/n.

“You don’t seem fine.” she said

He hesitated, the conflict visible in his expression. After a moment, he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Do I… do I make you uncomfortable?” he said

Her brow furrowed confused.

“What do you mean?” she asked

“When I try to be close to you… like, physically,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I feel like you pull away. Like maybe I’m too clingy or something.”

The hurt in his voice made hrr heart sink. She never meant to make him feel like that. “Hector, no—” she started but got interrupted by him

“I just… I don’t know. I’ve always liked being close to you, but I feel like you don’t like it. And maybe that’s just how you are, but it makes me feel like I’m doing something wrong.” he said, his voice weak and unstable

His words hung heavy in the air, and y/n realized just how deeply this had been bothering him. He was always so affectionate, always looking for little moments to be near her, and in her attempt to give him space, she hadn’t noticed the way he was shrinking into himself.

“Hector…” su said softly, sitting beside him again, closer this time. “You’re not doing anything wrong.”

He didn’t look convinced, his eyes downcast as he fiddled with his fingers, a nervous habit y/n hadn’t seen in a while. “Then why do you pull away? Why don’t you… I don’t know, why don’t you want to be close to me like that?”

y/n took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “It’s not that I don’t want to be close to you. I do. I just… I’m not used to being that way. I’ve never been the kind of person who’s comfortable with a lot of physical affection, but it doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.” she said, reassuring him

His eyes lifted slightly, as if hoping for reassurance.

“I care about you so much,” she continued. “And I’m sorry if I made you feel like I didn’t want to be close to you. It’s not you—it’s me, and I know that sounds cliché, but it’s true. I’m still learning how to be more open with that kind of affection.”

Hector remained quiet for a moment, processing her words. “So… you don’t hate it when I try to hold your hand or hug you?”

y/n shook her head. “No. I don’t hate it. I think I’ve just been too in my own head about it, worrying that I wouldn’t be good at it, or that you’d think I was awkward.”

His lips twitched into a small smile. “You? Awkward? Never.”

She laughed slighty, the sound lightening the heavy atmosphere between them.

“I’m serious! But I promise, I’ll try harder. I’ll try to meet you halfway, because I want to make you feel loved.” she said, her voice serious but soft

Hector’s eyes softened at her words, and for the first time that evening, he allowed himself to reach out, gently taking her hand in his. “That’s all I needed to hear.” he mumbled

y/n smiled, her fingers intertwining with his. It felt a little strange at first—being the one to hold on—but it wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, it felt nice. His hand was warm, steady, and she realized how much she had been missing out on by keeping her distance.

“I’m sorry I made you feel like I didn’t want this,” she said quietly, squeezing his hand. “I didn’t realize how much it was hurting you.”

He shook his head, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “You don’t have to apologize. I just… I just didn’t want to push you away by being too much.”

“You’re not too much,” she said firmly, her gaze meeting his. “You’re exactly what I need. I just didn’t realize it until now.”

The vulnerability in his expression faded, replaced by something softer, warmer. He leaned in slightly, his forehead resting against hers, and for the first time in a long while, she didn’t pull away. She let him close the distance, feeling the steady rhythm of his breath as he held her gently, as if afraid she might slip away if he wasn’t careful.

“I love you,” he whispered against her skin, the words so soft, they were almost lost in the quiet of the room.

Her heart swelled with affection, and this time, she didn’t hesitate to say it back.

“I love you too, Hector.” she murmured back

[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.

[joaosnovia]

❦ - moonlight

summary:: it’s midnight in barcelona after the barcelona copa del rey celebrations after party and you and your lover are on the balcony, enjoying life.

warnings:: none

writers note :: so i’m gonna start a series of blurbs based off songs so lmk if u want any players based on any songs. also in my original version hector was smoking a cigarette but i realised its a bit much so i removed it 😔😔.

tags: @barcapix ; lmk if u wanna be added

The moonlight turns everything silver, but it’s the way Hector looks at you that makes the night feel magical. The two of you sit on the balcony, a half empty wine bottle between you. Below, the city hums quietly, but up here, it’s just the two of you.

Hector leans back in his chair. His shirt is undone at the collar, sleeves rolled up, the sharpness of his usual demeanor softened by the glow of the night. He glances at you, smirking. ‘You’ve been staring at me for a while now.’

You scoff, raising your glass. ‘Maybe you’re just nice to look at.’

He laughs, the sound low and warm. ‘Careful, cariño. Keep saying things like that, and I might get used to it.’

You roll your eyes, but there’s no hiding the smile tugging at your lips. Nights like this; quiet, intimate, unhurried, feel like a dream. ‘This doesn’t feel real sometimes,’ you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

‘What doesn’t?’ he asks, looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters.

‘This.’ You gesture vaguely to the balcony, the moonlight, the way he’s looking at you. ‘Us. It’s too perfect.’

Hector leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. ‘If this is a dream, I don’t ever want to wake up.’

You laugh softly, your cheeks warming. Before you can respond, he stands and holds out a hand to you. ‘Come here.’

‘What are you doing?’

‘Dancing’ he says, his lips curving into a grin. ‘Don’t tell me you’re scared.’

You take his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. There’s no music, just the faint hum of the city, but he doesn’t seem to care. His arm slips around your waist as he starts to sway, guiding you effortlessly.

‘You’re ridiculous,’ you say, resting your hands on his shoulders.

‘Maybe,’ he replies, pulling you closer. ‘But I’m yours.’

The world feels smaller now, reduced to the warmth of his hand on your back and the steady rhythm of his breath. You rest your head against his chest, his heartbeat calming and steady.

‘You know,’ he murmurs, his voice soft, ‘you’re the only one who gets to see me like this.’

‘Like what?’

‘Like I’m just a man. Not a ghost, not a name people fear. Just me.’

You look up at him, brushing your fingers against his jaw. ‘You’ve always been just you, Hector. That’s why I love you.’

His lips find yours, the kiss slow and grounding, like a promise sealed under the moonlight.

‘Don’t let go,’ you whisper.

‘Never,’ he says, his arms tightening around you. And in that moment, you believe him.

[xopedri]

Hi, do you think you can do dating Hector Fort headcanons?

headcanons! ✦

dating hector fort.

✦ bf!hector definitely took a long time to get 100% comfortable with you, but now he feels like he can fully be himself around you!

✦ bf!hector has the BIGGEST soft spot for you; you can do no wrong in his eyes

✦ bf!hector is literally an idiot in love

✦ bf!hector will always plan the most unforgettable dates, whether it be a romantic trip to the mountains or a terrifying haunted house

✦ bf!hector isn’t really one for a lot of pda, so the second you guys are alone he has to shower you with love

✦ bf!hector loves to just be in your presence, it’s comforting to him

✦ bf!hector will stare at you for soooo long, just admiring you

✦ bf!hector will put his favorite picture of you as his phone wallpaper (and a bonus picture of you in his wallet)

✦ bf!hector is more than willing to listen to you yap for as long as possible

✦ bf!hector absolutely loves when you wear his jerseys in public

✦ bf!hector dislikes away games because he has to be away from you </3

✦ bf!hector will tell you you’re beautiful/hot/gorgeous etc. 100x a day, it’s kind of a problem…

✦ bf!hector is a LOVER!!

tysm for reading! all likes, reposts, and comments are welcome and very appreciated!!

[leia039]

𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐜𝐡 — 𝐇. 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭

A/N : Since I miss summer, I wanted to do a little summer smau. It’s my first fic in English so if y’all have any suggestions or any ideas don’t hesitate to request me or message me directly. Anyway, ENJOY.

Summary : Héctor and you are dating and fan are speculating about your relationship.

| Pairing : Hector Fort x Reader

| Face claim: Some pinterest pictures feel free to adjust according to you :)

Warning: None :)

@. culersxgossips

liked by yourbestie, user1 and 340.000 others ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ It’s seems like Hector Fort was spotted during the summer break with a girl who seemed very close to him.

user1: omg my man is cheating on me rn ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 🔂 user2 : *our honey

user3: it seems to look like yourusername, Hector, Marc and Pau follows her.

user4: maybe she is just a fan

🔂 user5: girl bfr he wouldn’t do that with a fan

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@. culersxgossips

Liked by user1, user2 and 567.000 others. Seems like the “rumoured girlfriend” of Hector Fort is in fact, Y/N L/N, who is apparently followed by some of his teammates along with Hector’s cousin. @ youruser.

user1: omg I’m in denial rn

🔂 user2: same bestie 😔

user3: she is so pretty I can’t hate on her 😭😭

user4 crying rn

user5: bro casually rizzed up the prettiest girl in Barcelona

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@. hctorfrrt_ ✔️

Vacaciones con mi boluda favorita (holidays with my favourite idiot) tagged: yourusername

Comments are restricted 🚫

marcguiu9 ✔️ : mi padres (my parents)

joaofelix79✔️: Miran, el tiene una novia 😌

🔂 lamineyamal: you were right I guess

yourbestie: papa y mama 🫦 (mom and dad)

🔂 yourusername: hehe lol

paucubarsi ✔️ : beautiful two

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A/N this is so baddd ! Anyway hope you liked it ! Don’t hesitate to drop some ideas !!

[sports-on-sundays]

Oh...! Maybe you can make a part 2 of the fic Mama's Boy when they're on date or make a new one with the same trope because this is so cute and I can't stop reading it! 😆

mama's boy / Héctor Fort / Part 2

Summary: Héctor x best friend!reader - Héctor takes you on both of your first dates, his clear, awkward, huge crush on you funnily apparent. Link to Part 1!

Requested?: Yes! Thank you!

"...Héctor...?!" Lamine suddenly says louder, gently slapping Héctor's shoulder, snapping Héctor out of his deep thoughts. "Did you just hear any of what I just said?" the seventeen-year-old asks in slight exasperation.

"Uh... yeah, of course," Héctor replies, looking at the younger guy like a deer in headlights.

"Then what was it?"

Héctor sighs. "Alright. Maybe I didn't hear you. Sorry. What was it?"

Lamine shakes his head. "It doesn't really matter. Not really, in any case. But what's your problem lately, man?"

"What do you mean?" Héctor asks a bit too defensively and quickly.

"I don't know. It just seems like you're always zoned out and stuff. Is there anything going on?"

Héctor sighs, shaking his head, standing up to go. "No, no, it's nothing. Just got a lot on my mind. Anyway, I've got to go now. Bye, Lamine!" and he leaves before the boy can press him any more on the subject.

Because the truth is, he does have something on his mind. Something really big. And he hasn't been able to get it off his mind literally all week.

But it'd be awkward to tell Lamine the thing that's making him literally check out of conversations is all centered around a girl. And if Héctor knows Lamine enough, he also knows Lamine would never let him live that down.

Well, tonight is his date with you. Ever since he asked you out about five days ago now, at your house, in your room, all he can focus on are the nerves of that. You, the girl he's known for years, the girl that's always been so close yet so untouchable. He is taking you out on a date.

And you actually like him back.

Just the thought of that makes his chest tighten. How on earth is he going to survive a date with you, no matter how excited he is for it?

"You've been awfully quiet this car ride," Héctor's mama says in the car seat next to him.

Héctor sighs, shrugging. "Yeah, I guess so..."

"Aren't you excited for your date?" his mama says kind of teasingly, giving him a little nudge.

"Of course! I guess I'm just..." he trails off.

"You're just a bit nervous, but that's something you'd never admit to anyone out loud, huh?"

Héctor just smiles awkwardly, shrugging, and lets his silence be the answer to that question. After a few seconds, he sighs, unbuckling his seat belt, and saying, "I just hope I don't screw it all up."

"Hey, trust me, Héc. Look here for a second," his mama says.

He looks up, meeting his eyes. "Yeah. What?"

"You won't screw it up. I'm sure it'll go great. You've known that girl since you were both born. And I have, too, by the way. And if there's one thing I can tell, it's this: she likes you just as much as you like her. She's just less of an awkward idiot about it!" His mama laughs, giving him a little pat on the shoulder.

"Hey!" Héctor snaps back, unable to keep the smile from breaking out on his face at the tease from his mama.

She gives him a little pat, saying, "There's my boy's real smile. Now, go on, and have fun, Héc!"

He smiles and nods, getting out of the car, feeling a lot better than before.

Héctor replayed this scene in his head over and over, all week, perfecting it every time, until he was sure what he would do and say, in order to be perfectly smooth and charming, without being too corny, either.

The scene where you would walk up to him, and he'd take you inside the restaurant, and you'd sit down, and it would all go just the way he wants it to.

But all the sudden, as he sees you walking towards him, he feels his heart begin to pound in his chest, and the moment you reach him and say happily, "Hey, Héctor!" all other thoughts and plans of what he would say next fly right out of his head.

His mind goes blank, and instead of the smooth comment he thought he'd make right here, he just smiles stupidly and says, "Hi. I'm glad you came!"

You smile softly. "Well, I am, too. Let's go inside."

So the two of you walk in, and Héctor internally beats himself up at how much he's 'already messed up.' At least according to himself, that is.

So in an effort to fix his mistakes, as the two of you are escorted to your table, he suddenly gently slips his hand into yours and looks at you with a sweet little smile.

You smile back, blushing a bit, and squeeze his hand gently.

That's when he blurts, "You look really good today. I mean, like... I mean, you look beautiful... Uhm..." he clears his throat. "You look good every day, obviously, I mean. I just mean to say... you look especially pretty today."

You smile, feeling how awkward he's being. But regardless, you think it's cute. He's cute. And he's being sweet. So you say simply, "Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself." You can tell he's tried to look his best for this. His clothes are perfectly ironed, his shoes clean, every hair on his head perfectly in place. You can't help but smile softly when you think about the effort he must've put into all that as you both sit down across from each other.

You both begin looking over the menu, and as you do this, you say with a little smile, after you catch him giving you little glances for the fourth time, "You really like me, don't you?"

He smiles a bit and says, "There's a lot to like about you." Finally! Something that was at least half-smooth! his brain screamed, like as if he'd just scored the winning goal. Which is actually quite funny, considering the situation itself.

You smile and say, putting a hand to your chest, "Why, thank you!"

And he grins back at you, his eyes softening in some sort of deep affection that further tells you just how down bad he is for you.

"So, what are you going to get?" Héctor asks, beginning the small talk of the night, which, honestly, you're thankful for.

As the date goes on, though, you both settle into being more and more comfortable with each other, until it seems at the end you've both forgotten this was supposed to be any different than any other time you've just hung out and had fun with each other.

Until the time for you both to get going is nearing, and suddenly Héctor, apparently getting a newfound spark of confidence, reaches across the table to take your hand in his own. You look up, watching him inhale slowly, before meeting your eyes with his own and saying in a gentler, more serious tone than the teasing one that had lingered most of the evening between the two of you: "So... have you liked it?"

You smile as each of your hands seem to naturally entwine in each other's. "Liked what?"

"Tonight. Our date."

You beam. "Oh, Héctor, I've just loved it."

"Really?" he asks, his eyes sparkling.

"Don't you know that any time I get to spend with you is amazing? Come on now, Héctor," you gently tease.

He beams back at you, squeezing your hand.

That's when you finally feel comfortable enough to ask the unabating question that's been on your mind all week: "Héctor... how long have you liked me...? You know, in this way."

He seems hesitant. Maybe slightly taken off guard. But he doesn't let go of your hand, and after some silence, finally responds with, "The truth is, it's been longer than I've even known."

You can't help but laugh a bit at that, maybe a little nervously, saying, "What does that mean?"

Héctor smiles softly. "It means that I'm starting to think I've felt like this towards you for years. Like, at least five."

Your eyes widen at that as your heart rate begins to quicken. "Oh... my goodness, Héctor, that's so sweet...!" It really is. Hearing those words from him is so... touching.

He smiles awkwardly, glancing away from your gaze, before asking, "How long have you liked me? I mean, you do like me, right?"

"Héctor! Of course I like you! I like you a lot!" you exclaim, liking the way he happily looks back up at that. "I mean, I guess it hasn't been as long as you, but I've probably liked you for, like, at least eighteen months now."

He seems to be satisfied with hearing that, and says, "It kind of seems perfect, doesn't it?"

"What does?" you ask, your expression softening further.

"The way we've known each other... forever. Our families love each other, we have the same interests, we know all the little things about each other. It's almost as if..."

"...we're meant to be?" you finish after he trails off.

His eyebrows happily shoot up. "How'd you know that's just what I was going to say?"

You chuckle. "I guess we're just on the same wavelength, too, on top of it all, huh?"

He squeezes your hand, before daring to bring your hand up to his lips and gently kiss it, saying, "I guess we are, my princess."

You stare in awe at him, suddenly feeling like he's just shot you in the heart with an arrow of love, regardless of how cheesy that all seems. You can't help but giggle and tease, "Oh my God, Héctor. I didn't know you had that in you!"

He beams, admittedly seeming quite pleased with himself.

Soon, then, he pays for the meal, and the two of you stand up to head out. As you walk, Héctor links arms with yours, and once you're outside, he turns to grab your shoulders gently, face you, and look into your eyes. All you can see in them is simple, beautiful, complete joy. It's then that he whispers, "I hope you know... how much this means to me. All of this."

You stare at him. He so... close. It's not like you haven't been this close to him before- you have, many times.

But this time? This time, it just feels... well, different.

This time is different.

His thumb gently rubs your shoulder. The tenderness in his dark brown eyes...

You swallow.

"You're so beautiful... I'm so glad I get the privilege to be so close to you. I'm so glad you're my best friend."

"And I'm so glad you're my boyfriend," you suddenly blurt with a silly little smile, your heart pounding at the words you just let slip from your lips.

His eyes immediately widen. "You... You really want to...?"

You lean in close, gazing up at him, "I'd love to, and I know you would, too."

He grins, before it slowly dies down to a simple, soft, dreamy smile. "I sure would..." he barely murmurs, moving his hand up to gently cup your cheek.

You chuckle breathy as he lean in, tenderly planting a kiss on your cheek, before moving close to whisper in your ear, his cheek almost touching yours, his gentle, warm breath on your ear, "Well, I guess I've got to go now... But I'm excited for next time, huh?"

You grin, whispering back, "Oh, Héctor, I hope you know I can't wait."

He grins back and whispers, "Good. Me neither. Now, bye bye, Y/n!" He leans away again, pecking you on your cheek, closer to your mouth this time, and waves as he starts heading off.

You beam. "Bye bye, Héc!"

And this time, he doesn't seem to mind you calling him that. In fact, he might actually like it. Just a bit.

[pedricos]

you can do what it would be like to be casual with héctor until he asks you to be his boyfriend

Héctor Fort – not as casual .ᐟ

a/n: love my boy to DEATH, do not play casualtie with me, WE WILL marry!!!

warning: none!!

you were so scared that there was someone else, maybe another girl? you know héctor himself said he had no eyes for no one else, that he just wanted to take things slow.

but god, your heart burns.

his teammates knew you, not as his girlfriend, but they suspected, because hector always seemed more smiley and talkative when you were there to watch him. even if you weren't really watching him, they noticed the little things.

and when suspecting was enough, there's come both of you out of breath of inside the lockers room. héctor hair messy, your smudged lipstick and both laughing like crazy.

the fans were already connecting dots on instagram stories. both at the same vacation spot? families captured together, same music, pictures at the same places..

you wondered why was taking him so long if everyone knew. why be so casual about it?

maybe he was doubting himself, maybe he did have another girl.

but what about all the secret kisses? the subtle hand touches? the inside jokes? the eye contact and all the laughs?

the last few dates he seemed so quiet.. he's more of a listener, you know, but he always let it out so much when you're together. his laugh when talking about when fermin got stuck in the training trackers, or when cubarsí fell face first on the grass, so contagious!

today wasn't different, he just kept quiet most of the way. his hands weirdly sweat today tho, you thought.

his hands usually so soft! you're so used to his fingers going through your hair locks, his thumb caressing your cheeks or your hand when walking holding hands.

why was he so distant today? was he going to break up with you?

but his eyes seemed so relaxed. he had this look in his eyes.. sparkling amber brown eyes, looking at you so foundly, like you were the sun itself infront of him. even in the night sky, you were light to him, his own star.

“are you liking it, y/n? the.. the date” his hands held yours on top of the table. why did he say date like that? wasn't he enjoying it?

a table for two, reserved on the balcony of the restaurant. the moon shining the brightest you've ever seen it and héctor the most sweaty you've even seen him be out of field.

“the night it's so pretty today! i’m loving it!” he just as happy as you when hearing you answer. he clears his throat and suddenly the atmosphere changes.

you're on the edge of your seat, your plate barely touched, the food not even half eaten. the night was so pretty that you can't help bu stare at the pretty full moon. but hector didn't had eyes for the moon nor the cities lights, his eyes were on you.

while you're distracted, he reached for the velvet box on his pocket, leaving it in front of your plate. he opened to reveal the prettiest pair of rings, with a pretty diamond on top of it. it was so simple yet so elegant.

you didn't noticed until you turn your attention back to him, who let you talking alone for a few seconds. the unusual little red box grabbed your attention as soon as the moon was not your point of focus anymore.

“what? what is this..” this was so not real.

héctor fort himself was not proposing right now.

he shrugged, just as nervous as you, trying to hide the biggest blush spreading to his, now, red ears. “you know.. i thought you could find another guy while i didn't proposed. i was scared to go too fast, but also to take things so slow you wouldn't want me anymore..” and for the first time on the night, you relaxed.

he was being so honest, his heart so openly full of concern and love for you.

“i like.. yo te amo, héctor” your hands grab his face, making him instinctively look at you. his eyebrows furrowed. you almost ignored the existence of the rings on top of the table. (i love you)

“i was so scared that you had someone else waiting on you..” you held hands, his thumb caressing your hands, and the same eye contact as ever, “why would i? eres el única que quiero!” he kisses the top of your hand. (you're the only one i want)

he lets go off your hand, grabbing the box and the rings, placing the cold metal on your ring finger. it was so pretty.

inside had both of your initials together, with a little hear in the middle.

“i love you, bonita” (pretty)

“i love you too, hermoso” (beautiful)

requests will be open soon!! bye bye, hope u like it 💋💋

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sorry if it's too rushed.. i had so many ideas i didnt ended up writing bc i have such a headache..

[insidekatmind]

Morning~Hector Fort

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

You wake up slowly, wrapped in the warmth of the morning and an embrace that feels like home. Hector’s familiar scent surrounds you a mix of light aftershave and the sweet aroma of his skin. His strong arms hold you gently, as if even in his sleep, he wants to protect you from the whole world.

You slowly open your eyes, your face pressed against his chest, which rises and falls with the steady rhythm of his breathing. Outside, the morning light filters through the curtains, painting the room in golden hues. You shift slightly, and you feel his breath change.

“Hm, good morning, amor,” he murmurs, his voice husky and thick with sleep, pulling you a little closer.

A smile escapes your lips as you lift your gaze toward him. His light-colored eyes, still heavy with sleep, look at you with a tenderness that melts your heart. He runs a hand through your hair, tucking a few stray strands away from your face.

“You’re too beautiful when you wake up,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You laugh softly, hiding your face against his neck. “You always say the same things…”

“Because they’re true,” he replies with a quiet chuckle. Then, in a lazy yet loving gesture, he traces light circles on your back with his fingertips.

You stay like that for a while, in no hurry to leave this little world made just for the two of you. Outside, the city wakes up, but in that room, there’s only the sound of your hearts beating in sync, the warmth of his skin against yours, and the sweet taste of a love that grows stronger every single day.

You kiss his neck as you relax in his arms. Hector lets out a soft sigh at the feel of your lips on his skin, a sound that sends shivers down his spine. His arms tighten around you, pulling you even closer as he tilts his head, offering more of his neck for you to explore.

“I love it when you do that,” he murmurs, his voice filled with desire.

You continue to kiss and nibble at his neck, feeling the beat of his pulse against your lips. He responds with a quiet moan, his hands starting to roam over your body, caressing you with a possessive yet tender touch.Your every touch and kiss only ignites his desire more, making his heart beat faster. Hector turns, rolling on top of you, his body pressing against yours.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he whispers, his mouth close to your ear as he brushes his lips against your earlobe. His body is taut with tension, as he tries to hold back, not wanting to get too carried away but failing miserably.

His eyes meet yours, their color darkening with arousal. He kisses you, slowly, deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with a possessive need. His hands roam over your body, as if he wants to touch every single inch of your skin, to claim you as his own.You hum happily and climb onto him, starting to rub yourself against his erection. Hector lets out a low, guttural sound at the feel of your body rubbing against his, his hands moving to your hips, helping to guide your movements.

“You’re going to drive me insane, cariño,” he breathes, his eyes dark with desire. His body is on fire, the need for you almost unbearable.

He pulls you closer, his hands roaming over your body, as he continues to kiss you with a passion that threatens to consume you both. His hips grind against yours, his erection pressing against your body in a way that makes you both moan in pleasure.Hector's breath hitches as you undress him, the feel of your hands on his skin making him shiver with pleasure. He lifts his hips, helping you to pull his pajamas and boxers off, his erection already hard and straining against his stomach. He gazes at you with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, filled with a combination of need and love. He pulls you closer, his hands grasping your hips and guiding you to him. His expression is taut with anticipation, his breath coming in short, quick bursts as he watches you.

“Cariño,” he breathes, his voice hoarse, “I need you now"Hector's breath hitches as you undress him, the feel of your hands on his skin making him shiver with pleasure. He lifts his hips, helping you to pull his pajamas and boxers off, his erection already hard and straining against his stomach. He gazes at you with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, filled with a combination of need and love. He pulls you closer, his hands grasping your hips and guiding you to him. His expression is taut with anticipation, his breath coming in short, quick bursts as he watches you.

“Cariño,” he breathes, his voice hoarse, “I need you now" he murmurs, pulling down your pajama pants and panties and then squeezing your ass.

You climbed back on top of him and let him enter you, making you both moan. You started riding him slowly while moaning. Hector’s breath hitches as you start to ride him slowly, his head rolled back against the pillow. He lets out a low moan, the sound deep and guttural, filled with a combination of pleasure and need. His hands move to your hips, his fingers pressing into your skin, guiding your movements, wanting to feel every inch of you. He gazes up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, his expression one of pure ecstasy, his body trembling with desire.

“You feel so good, cariño,” he breathes, his voice hoarse and gravelly with desire. He watches you move above him, his eyes darkening even more with pleasure, his grip on your hips firmer. He starts to move with you, his hips lifting to meet yours in a slow, rhythmic motion.

You moan loudly and ride him harder.Hector's eyes darken as you ride him harder, his breath coming in sharp gasps, his body tense with pleasure. He lets out a low, guttural moan, the sound deep and primal, expressing both his need and his satisfaction. His grip on your hips tightens even more, but even in his state of bliss, he holds back, not wanting to lose control yet, wanting to savor every moment. He looks up at you, his gaze locked on your face, his expression filled with a combination of desire and worship.

“Dios, cariño,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need, “you’re incredible." His hands move from your hips, roaming over your body, as if he can't touch you enough, as if he wants to memorize every curve and contour of your body. His fingers grip your thighs, his thumbs tracing circles on your skin, wanting to feel every part of you.

“Baby,” you moan softly, clinging to him. Hector's breath hitches at the sound of your soft moan, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. He pulls you closer, his arms encircling you, holding you tightly against him. “Mierda,” he whispers, his voice rough, “the way you say that word... it drives me insane."

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his lips kissing your skin, his hot breath against your ear making you shiver.

“I can't get enough of you,” he murmurs. “I'll never have enough of you..."His hands roam over your body, his touch both possessive and tender, as if he wants to claim you as his all over again. He kisses your jawline, your collarbone, his lips moving down toward your chest. He nips and sucks at your skin, leaving small red marks in his wake.

You moan and ride him harder. Hector's eyes darken even more as you ride him harder, his fingers digging into your skin, his body trembling with pleasure. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his head falling back against the pillow. He looks up at you, his expression filled with a combination of desire and need."Yes, cariño," he breathes, his voice ragged. "Just like that"His hips lift to meet yours, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. He tightens his grip on your hips, his fingers pressing into your skin, as if he's trying to hold on to you, to meld you into himself.

You cry with pleasure and try to increase his thrusts even more. Hector responds to your cries, increasing his thrusts, his movements growing more aggressive, more urgent. His body is taut with tension, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his eyes fixed on your face, watching every expression, every reaction."I love to see you like this," he breathes, his voice rough. "So wild, so passionate"His hands move from your hips to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, pulling your face closer to his. He kisses you fiercely, his mouth claiming yours, his tongue invading your mouth.

His kisses are demanding, possessive, his mouth bruising yours, as if he wants to drown you in his desire, to engulf you in it, to consume you.“Cariño..” he murmurs, his lips leaving yours, traveling down your neck, leaving kisses and bites in his wake. “Tu cuerpo es mío, solo mio. Nadie más te tendrá como  yo”You groaned at his Spanish.

Hector's expression is filled with a mixture of lust and possessiveness as he hears the sound of your groan in response to his words. The use of his native language only intensifies the heady feeling he has for you, the way it makes you react to him."You love it when I speak Spanish, don't you, cariño?" he murmurs, his voice dripping with desire.

You nod as you ride him harder. Hector's eyes darken even more at your response, his voice guttural as he speaks. "Me encanta como me respondes, mi amor" he growls, his breath coming in sharp gasps, the sound of his own voice turning him on even more.

“Hmm Hector” you mutter, moaning as you grind against him. Hector's fingers dig even more into your skin, his body trembling with pleasure at the sound of his name and the way you're grinding against him. He lets out a low moan, his voice guttural and rough.

"Dios, cariño," he breathes, "eres mi perdicion"He grabs you by the back of the neck and pulls you closer, his mouth capturing yours in a fierce, possessive kiss.

“I'm coming” you moan riding harder. Hector lets out a low, guttural sound at your words, his body tense with desire, teetering on the edge of control. His hands grip your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your skin, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps."Yes, cariño," he hisses, his voice low and rough, "let go for me"

You moan and come on him and your pussy squeezes his cock making him come. You cry out as you come, your body trembling with pleasure, your words driving him wild. Hector's body tenses beneath you.He closes his eyes in pleasure and opens his mouth moaning. "F-fuck."

The sound of his own voice mixed with your name as he comes is almost too much.

Hector's body trembles under you, his arms holding you tight as he rides out his orgasm. He lets out a loud, guttural moan, his mouth open, his eyes clenched shut. It takes him a moment to come down from the high, his breaths still ragged, his body glist of sweat and you almost moaned at the sight. Hector opens his eyes, his gaze fixed on you. There's a softness in his expression now, a combination of love and satisfaction. He reaches up, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his touch tender.“You’re so beautiful," he whispers, his voice slightly hoarse.

You smiled sweetly and leaned into his chest. Hector wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, holding you against his chest, his body still trembling slightly.He closes his eyes, savoring the moment, the feeling of you in his arms, the scent of your skin. He murmurs something in Spanish, so softly that you can’t quite make out the words, but the tone is unmistakably one of love and adoration.

His hand is still tracing small circles on your skin, as if he can't get enough of touching you, as if he needs every part of him to be connected to you. It feels like he’s trying to memorize every curve and contour of your body, trying to hold onto this moment, to make it last forever.“I love you,” he whispers against your hair, his words a soft, breathless confession. “You’re everything to me, cariño.”

Your heart skips a beat and you smile. “I love you too Hector,” you whispered softly.

Hector's arms tighten around you, pulling you closer to him, his body molding to fit perfectly with yours. He buries his face in your hair, taking a deep breath, as if inhaling your scent is the only thing that can ease the ache in his heart.“Sometimes," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, “I can hardly believe you're real. That you're here with me, loving me. It's a damn miracle."

He lets out a soft laugh, his breath warm against your skin. "I'm so damn lucky, you know?" he says, his hand tracing patterns on your back. "To have found you, to get to call you mine. It's like I've won the biggest prize in the world."

You kiss his lips softly. Hector returns your kiss, his lips soft and tender against yours. He pulls you even closer, his body pressing against yours, wanting to feel every inch of you. He murmurs your name against your lips, the sound a soft, gentle sound, filled with a mixture of love and affection.

He pulls back slightly, looking at you with soft, warm eyes, his expression almost reverent.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, cariño, “ he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity.

[universefcb]

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

↬❥ Dancing thumbs

Hector Fort x Fem!Reader

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

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

warnings: Smut, nothing too explicit, +18.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That wet?”

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

He chuckled softly, clearly pleased.

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

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

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

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

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

Desperately, she shook her head no several times.

“More..faster!” She begged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[pedriache]

hector fort who loves teasing reader over anything and everything! they can b already dating or just friends ^_^

Lucky for you — Héctor Fort.

Pairing: Héctor Fort x Fem!Reader

Summary: An ice cream hang out with your best friend that turns into something much more, with a side of teasing.

Word count: 900

Disclaimer/s: fluff + teasing via Héctor!

A/N: i don’t even want to talk abt how i’ve had this in my drafts since August..

The summer heat wrapped around your body comfortably. You wore a pink summer dress that gave you just enough cover without making you sweat uncontrollably. A bonus was the ice cream that kept your mouth and hands cold, further lessening your body temperature.

Across the table from you sat Héctor, your best friend. He had the day off and you two hadn’t seen each other a lot recently, so he figured it’d be a good day to take you out in the city.

You met at your favorite ice cream parlor that had a balcony overlooking the ocean. Héctor was in the middle of telling you something Lamine had told him at practice, adorning a wide smile that reached his eyes as he laughed.

You could hardly comprehend what he was telling you, if you were being completely honest. Somehow, your attention span had disappeared, your soul focus being on Héctor’s smile.

The teen noticed the second you’d fallen into a daze. You’d went from complete sentences, to simple hums, nods, and two worded responses. His lips pull into a teasing smile, “and then I bought an elephant and rode it off into the sunset.”

You hum, nodding your head slowly, then you blink. Wait, huh? “What?” Your spoon clangs into the near empty bowl of ice cream.

“Am I that handsome you just opt out of listening to a very interesting story?” He quirks an eyebrow. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I do not mind at all.”

Exhaling slowly, you roll your eyes. “Shut up. I was just thinking.” Wow! Very convincing. Even you didn’t believe that would throw him off.

“About me, obviously.” Héctor grins. “Or, what else could you possibly be thinking about? Hm?”

Your tongue darts out to chase your lips, tasting the excess ice cream on it. “No. I was thinking about…” You trail off, brain suddenly blank of excuses. “Why don’t you go ahead and shove your mouth full of ice cream and leave me alone, sound good?”

Héctor tsk’s, his tongue clicking against the top of his mouth. “Nuh-uh! Come on, admit it, you were admiring how good I look.”

Suddenly, the heat of the summer sun was getting to you. Your face flushes red, your hands grow clammy. Definitely the sun, not what your best friend had just said. It was totally the suns fault. “You’re insufferable. Remind me why i’m friends with you?”

The curly haired boy cocks his head to the side, “i’ve been wondering the same thing.” He is quick to add, “why we’re just friends, that is.”

Ohhhh…

Oh that got you.

“Very funny.” You stutter out, “so! Ice cream? How is it?” That had to be the most pathetic attempt at saving yourself.

Héctor’s face grows a bit more serious, though it was still full of humor. “Quit deflecting. I’m serious! Why are we friends, just friends?”

In that moment, your ice cream became the most interesting thing in the world. You play with the melting ice cream nervously. “Héctor…” You sigh, “don’t say things like that.”

Héctor leans back on the cushioned seat, “why not? Are you trying to say you don’t like me?” He knew you did. It’s not like you weren’t (unfortunately) very obvious.

��That’s not—“ Your lips pull into a thin line, “are you teasing me again?”

“I’m dead serious! I wouldn’t tease you about this.. well, I would, but i’m not right now.” He swears, holding one hand to his heart and one in the air, “on my whole football career.”

Your gaze finally flickers back up to the boy, eyebrows lifting curiously. “You’re serious about this?”

“Very.” He nods, “so?”

You take a deep breath, pushing the glass ice cream bowl away from your hands so you could clasp them together. “Fine. Sure, Héctor. There is like, a possibility that it’s true. Of course, that is if there’s also a possibility—“

“Oh, I do. No questioning.” He was straight forward, eyes flickering across your face as his lips twitch into a smirk.

Suppressing a smile, you laugh lightly. “Okay, straight to the point… well, now what?” You lean toward the table, head rolling to the side with a lifted eyebrow.

“Well, I propose the next time we go out for ice cream, we label it a date. Not just a.. what do we call this?” His forehead creases as he motions between the two of you.

You tap your chin, thinking for a moment. “Well, a hang out, idiot.” You laugh, “as friend’s usually do.”

“And we aren’t friends anymore, so next time it’s a date.” He smiles, sitting up straight in his seat. “We could always go somewhere nicer, if you want.”

“I like our simplicity.” You shrug, “so I prefer it that way. No big things, wait—“ You point a finger up, “don’t believe that’s how i’m going to feel when we’re dating. I expect big things from you, Mr.Fort.”

Héctor chuckles, his head shaking as the laughter flows from his lips. You were so glad you could enjoy that sound without having to attempt to hide it. “I would never imagine doing anything but big things for you.”

Your knees felt weak. He was making you so giddy, you couldn’t help the wide smile that lifted your entire face. “Good.” That’s all you could even say, you were in such a happy daze.

“Good.” He hums, nodding his head with a smile that matched yours, if not bigger.

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[httpsdana]

Hey! Have you thought about writing for hector fort.

Him and his girlfriend are cuddeling and she starts tracing his tattoo. Just a cute moment with him enjoying the feeling. You could make them talk about their future together or something.

Feel free to ignore!

Tattoos~Hector Fort

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

I decided to write this hector fic then start with the series. I got a few ideas but I'm still not sure who it will be about. enjoy this <3

@hectorth wrote something similar before me go check it out too 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Hector had a day off before going back to training, so he took this as a chance to sleep in while settling in the arms of his girlfriend. However, she had other plans. She was an early bird, waking up by 8 in the morning. If she tried to move, Hector would wake up, and that's the last thing she wanted to do.

She turned in Hector's arms, resting his head on her chest and an arm draped over her waist. Sitting there for a few moments she got bored quickly. If she tries to reach over to her phone Hector will wake up.

Subconsciously, her fingers started tracing the tattoo which she adored oh so much on Hector's arm. Her fingertips moving softly on the ink on his skin. The small gesture made Hector stir a bit in his sleep. She didn't stop though. Her fingertips kept dancing on his skin until he opened his eyes and looked up at her.

"mhm buenos dias amor" he mumbled, his voice deep from the slumber he woke up from

"good morning baby" she said back, pressing a small kiss in his curls.

"how long have you been awake, why didn't you wake me up?" he asked her, sitting up a bit.

"you needed this sleep I didn't wanna disturb" she ran one hand through his curls, the other one still on his tattoos

"don't be silly, wake me up next time" he said, resting his head back on her chest

"you know I'm gonna add a tattoo for you" he said. y/n smiled and looked down at hi

"will you?" she asked, failing to hide her huge smile

"of course, and when we have kids I'll add a tattoo for them too" he looked up at her with a smile

she slapped his head gently in a joking manner, trying to hide her blushed cheeks. He chuckled softly at her actions

"I see you already planned our future have you?" she asked with sarcasm, a smile still on her face

'of course, I even planned the names of our kids, and the wedding and our house. don't worry everything is planned out" he said

y/n laughed and shook her head at him.

"tell me your plans" she urged him to speak

"well first of all if we have a girl she'll be called Lucia Alexia Fort. how does that sound?" he looked up, an excited smile on his face. Her heart melted and the joy and excitement on his face. She leaned down and pecked his lips a few times

"I like it, Lucia is such a cute name, why Alexia though?" she asked

"well just because she's a girl doesn't mean she's not gonna be playing football. Alexia just a motivation for her to be like Alexia Putellas" he said. y/n pouted at his explanation, realizing how lucky she got with her boyfriend

"aww you're so cute...I assume the boy's middle name will be Lionel right?" she asked, Hector sat up immediately and nodded his head

"yes! I'm not sure about the first name but Lionel is definitely there" he said, a wide smile spread on his face

y/n sat there, admiring how passionately Hector spoke about their future together. He kept talking about their wedding and house, while she admired every single feature in his face

"i love you" she interrupted him, making him raise his eyebrows, blood rushing into his cheeks. He dropped down on her chest, hiding his red face from her. She giggled softly, kissing the top of his head

"i love you too" he mumbled into her chest, refusing to look up at her

[n0vazsq]

Forever, for you | Hector Fort x Reader

pairing . . . hector fort x gf!reader

summary . . . When Hector is a bit too clingy with you

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

word count . . . 896

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . why'd i write this so fast?? I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!

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

. . . It was one of those nights where the world seemed to disappear the moment you were wrapped up in each other’s arms. Hector had been a little quieter than usual, not in a bad way, just… more attached, more affectionate, more clingy.

You were both lying on the couch, his head resting in the crook of your neck, his body pressed so close to yours you could feel his heart beat syncing with yours. He was acting like he couldn’t get enough of you, and honestly, you didn’t mind one bit.

Hector shifted slightly, the warmth of his body making you melt even more than you already had. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, like he was trying to memorize your scent.

You ran your fingers through his hair, the soft strands slipping between your fingers as you let out a small sigh, your heart swelling with affection.

"You smell so good," he murmured against your skin, the words muffled but still clear. His breath was warm, sending a shiver down your spine as he kissed your neck gently, the softness of his lips leaving an imprint on your skin.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. "You’re being clingy tonight, huh?" you teased, though your voice was filled with fondness.

Hector pulled back just enough to look up at you, his eyes wide and almost pleading. There was something in them, something so full of adoration and longing that it made your heart flutter in your chest.

"Can’t help it," he whispered, his voice low and thick with emotion. "I just… need you. Want you. Don’t wanna let go of you."

He nuzzled his face back into the crook of your neck, pressing his lips there once more, his arms tightening around you like he was afraid you might disappear if he let go for even a second. His hold on you was possessive in the sweetest, most tender way.

"You don’t have to let go," you whispered, the heat of his body making you feel dizzy with affection. "I’m right here."

You felt him smile against your skin, his lips curling up in a satisfied grin. But even with that, his eyes never left you, always looking at you like you were the center of his world. It was overwhelming, in the best way possible.

"I love you so much," Hector murmured softly, his words sending a wave of warmth through your entire body. "I swear, I don’t ever want to leave your side."

You could feel the intensity of his words, the raw honesty behind them. It was like he was telling you that being with you was all he ever needed, that everything else could fade away as long as he had you in his arms.

"How can I resist when you look at me like that?" you whispered, your thumb brushing over his cheek as you tilted his face up to meet yours.

Hector looked at you with those wide, pleading eyes, like he was asking for permission, asking you to love him more than you already did. "Please kiss me," he said, his voice almost too quiet, like he was afraid you’d say no.

You smiled at him, your heart melting completely. "How can I say no to that face?"

His eyes sparkled with that same love-struck intensity as you leaned in, pressing your lips to his in a slow, deep kiss. Hector’s arms tightened around you, pulling you impossibly closer, if that was even possible. The kiss deepened, slow and tender, full of all the affection he was trying to pour into you.

When you pulled back, both of you breathless and flushed, Hector didn’t let go. His forehead rested against yours, and his eyes searched yours like he was trying to find everything he needed in them.

"Don’t leave," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please. Stay here. I don’t wanna be anywhere else."

"I’m not going anywhere," you promised, running your fingers through his hair again, savoring the softness. "I’m right here, Hector."

His face softened at your words, and for a moment, he just stared at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. "I’m the luckiest guy alive," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. "I get to have you."

You smiled, leaning down to kiss the top of his head as he burrowed into your chest, sighing with satisfaction. You could feel his smile against your skin, his body completely relaxed in your arms as if nothing else mattered.

"Can we stay like this forever?" Hector asked, his voice barely audible as he let out a sleepy sigh, his hands tracing the curve of your waist.

"Yeah, we can," you whispered back, your heart full of all the love you felt for him. "Forever, if you want."

Hector hummed softly, his grip tightening slightly as he snuggled even closer, his lips brushing against your skin again. "I want that. I really do. I'll stay like this forever. For you."

And in that moment, with him in your arms, you realized you wanted the same thing. No matter what, you would always stay together, wrapped up in each other’s warmth, the world outside forgotten.

You loved Hector so much, you wouldn't mind if he never let go.

[joaosnovia]

hey do u write for hector fort 😭? and if u do please write some headcanons for my man 🙏🙏

❦ - hector fort boyfriend headcannons

summary:: pov; you’re hector’s girlfriend.

warnings:: none!

writers note:: ofc i’ll write for hec!! i’ll write for anyone so idmmm!! i love headcannons it’s easy and i’ve js clocked that my hcs are descriptive asf. 😭 also this is the end of my inbox which is crazy so keep on requesting bc i have no ideas of my own fics… AND IM WRITING THIS DURING BARCA VS BETIS SO GAVI GOALLLL 🤍

ꨄ - quality time ; his love language is definitely quality time. he loves spending time with you whether it’s quiet evenings inside or going for a late night walk.

ꨄ - he’s the type to bring you flowers randomly, not bc it’s a special occasion but on a random tuesday, just because why not.

ꨄ - he’s not fond of pda at all so instead he’ll just hold your hand or rest his arm around your shoulders just to make it known you’re his.

ꨄ - COMMUNICATION IS KEY. he’s big on communication so he’ll always make you feel heard.

ꨄ - his gifting is thoughtful ; he pays close attention to things you love and will always include that in gifting whenever he can.

ꨄ - he loves being close to you. whenever you’re together he’ll bring you closer to him and if you’re away for days he’ll send voice notes talking about how much he misses you.

ꨄ - whenever he’s with his teammates he’ll always try and mention you, and if you visit him after his training, they’ll never stop teasing him.

ꨄ - he ‘accidentally’ leaves his hoodies at your place.

ꨄ - lowkey a cutie bc whenever you fall asleep on him he’ll take a photo of you and post it on his story for you to see when you wake up

SORRY THIS IS SHORT I WAS LOWKEY OUT OF IDEAS