#hector fort x y/n

[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 clich��, 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

[insidekatmind]

Beach~Hector Fort

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

You’re on the beach with Hector and his friends, the sun warm on your skin and the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore. The air smells of salt, and the wind plays with your hair as you all laugh together, talking about everything and nothing. You’re sitting next to him on the sand, your legs stretched out, your bikini highlighting every curve, yet you don’t even notice.

Hector, on the other hand, can’t think of anything else. He should be participating in the conversation, laughing with his friends, but every time he tries to focus, his gaze returns to you. Every little movement catches his attention: the way you cross your legs, the sun shining on your skin, the smile you give him without even noticing his fixed gaze.

“Hector, are you there?” One of his friends calls out to him, but he doesn’t answer right away. It takes him a few seconds to pull away from you, almost as if he were hypnotized.

“Yes, yes… you were saying?” He mutters, running a hand through his blond hair, desperately trying to look normal. But it’s no use. He looks at you again, biting his lip without even realizing it.

You notice and smile mischievously. “Are you okay, love?” you ask him softly, tilting your head innocently, but deep down you know the effect you have on him.

He swallows, looks away for a second, but then gives in. “You’re… too beautiful,” he murmurs, quiet enough for the others not to hear.

You smiled and kissed him. He is surprised for a second, but quickly relaxes into the kiss. It's slow at first, but it deepens quickly, becoming more passionate. He puts an hand on your hip, not caring about the others watching, too lost in you to care about anything else.

The kiss ends abruptly when one of his friends starts making loud, exaggerated kiss sounds. You both break apart, and Hector gives his friends an irritated glare.

"Very mature, guys," he mutters, but you can tell he's trying not to smile.You giggled and leaned closer to his ear. “Why don’t we go somewhere else?” You whispered seductively.

His eyes darken dangerously at your words, and a shiver runs through his body. He nods quickly, already standing up to lead you away from the group. His friends catcall and whistle, clearly amused by the situation, but he ignores them.He takes you to a secluded spot on the beach, away from prying eyes and annoying friends. He pulls you close, his hands on your hips, looking down at you with a possessive expression. He leans in to kiss you again, more urgently this time, like he can't get enough of you.

You deepen the kiss and caress his hair as you climb onto his lap to straddle him. He groans feeling your weight on him, his hands gripping your hips tightly. The kiss quickly becomes more intense, more desperate. He breaks the kiss to kiss and bite your neck, leaving hickeys on your skin.

You moan and rub yourself against his hardness. Hector growls and tightens his grip on you, his eyes darkened with desire. He can’t resist the way you move against him, the sounds you make. "You're driving me crazy," he mutters, his voice deep and ragged.

You smiled and reached up to pull down his swimsuit shorts and you pulled down your bikini thong and straddled him again, guiding his cock inside you. “That was my plan, love,” you whispered, sucking his lip as you began to ride him. Hector groaned, his head falling back as pleasure coursed through his body. He'd never felt anything like this before. "You're going to be the death of me," he muttered before capturing your lips in a deep kiss. His hands gripped your hips tightly, helping you move faster against him, his self-control it vanished.

He couldn't get enough of you, couldn't get close enough. Every movement of your body sent waves of pleasure through him, he couldn't think straight. "You're mine,"he growled, he was getting close, losing his mind. "Say it."

“I'm yours baby” You say softly sucking his lip. He loses it. The combination of your words, your touch, the fact that you were all his was too much. He moans louder, his grip on you tightening as you ride him. "I'm close, I'm so close," he gasps, his eyes fixed on yours, filled with lust and need. "I want to fill you. I want to make you mine forever."

You rotate your hips and bounce on his hard cock. "Go ahead honey" you whisper.

He lets out a guttural moan, his body tense with pleasure "Say it again," he demands, his voice low and rough. "I want to hear you say you're mine."

"Yours love, all yours" You said softly nibbling his neck.

"Fuuuck," he groaned as you bit his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. Those words were all he needed to hear. He gripped you tighter, "I'm so close," he panted, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.

“Go on darling, come on love,” you whispered. It was too much, your words, your body, the way you moved all drove him crazy. He was close, so close. "Come with me," he gasped, his grip on you tight enough to leave bruises.You kiss him softly and ride him harder making you both come.

He moans loudly, his body shaking as he reached his peak, his fingers gripping your hips tightly. He looks at you, panting heavily, his eyes still dark with desire, and pulls you close into a deep kiss. "You're unbelievable," he whispers, still trying to catch his breath, "I'm not letting you go, ever."You smiled sweetly and stroked his hair. He relaxed into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut as you ran your fingers through his messy blond hair.

"No one has ever affected me like you do," he murmured, his voice still a little hoarse. "You drive me crazy, in the best way possible."

[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.

[strawberryblue-blog]

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

Attention —Hector Fort.

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

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

words count: +2.3k

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing-not even a flicker.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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.

[universefcb]

Hii can you make a fic with Hector with a reader who moves a lot when she sleeps and hogs the blanket?

↬❥ Early morning crime

Hector Fort x Reader!fem

Synopsis: You're sleeping together, but you end up taking the whole blanket.

a/n: I want to date him 😩

REQUESTED

warnings: fluff

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

The night was silent, and the only light in the room came from the moon outside, which cast a silvery glow through the gaps in the curtains. The wind blew softly, making the window creak slightly. Inside the bed, you slept soundly, curled up under the warm, fluffy blanket, completely oblivious to what was happening next to you.

Hector, on the other hand, was not having the same luck.

He had started the night off well, comfortable beside you, but as the hours passed, something inevitable happened: you took possession of the blanket. At first, it was subtle—a light tug here, a light tug there—until, without him realizing it, you had completely monopolized the only protection against the early morning chill.

Hector groaned softly and tried to pull it back a little, moving carefully so as not to wake you. His fingers gripped the edge of the fabric, and he tugged slowly. It worked… for exactly two seconds. You shifted, turned over, and, almost supernaturally, curled up even tighter into the blanket, as if protecting yourself from a harsh winter.

“Really?” Hector muttered under his breath, staring at you with an incredulous look.

He let out a tired sigh and ran a hand over his face. The room wasn’t absurdly cold, but without the blanket, the temperature seemed to have dropped drastically. Hector tried another approach, pulling a little more firmly. But all he managed to do was make you mumble something incomprehensible in your sleep and cling to the blanket even tighter.

“This can only be a test of patience…” he said to himself, closing his eyes for a moment.

Could he get up and get another blanket from the closet? He could. But that would require him to get out of his warm bed and onto the cold floor. So he simply crossed his arms and huddled together as best he could, hoping that his own body heat would be enough.

Hours later, in the middle of the night, you slowly woke up, for no apparent reason. Your body moved reflexively, seeking Hector's familiar warmth. It was only then that you realized something was... strange.

When her hand touched his arm, a shiver ran down his spine.

He was freezing.

You frowned, fully waking up. Moving carefully, you turned to face him and, even in the dark, you could see that he was huddled together, his arms crossed over his chest, as if trying to protect himself from the cold.

Shock and guilt hit immediately.

“Hector!” you whispered, touching his face with your fingertips.

He shifted slightly, letting out a sleepy mumble.

“Hm?”

“You’re freezing! Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Hector opened one eye, clearly still groggy from sleep, and let out a tired sigh.

“Because you’re a blanket monster…”

Your eyes widened, feeling the guilt rising. With a heavy heart, you quickly pulled the blanket over him, making sure to wrap him completely.

“Oh my God, honey, I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize…”

He closed his eyes again and sighed in relief as he felt the warmth of the blanket finally covering his body.

“Now it’s over… I almost froze to death…” he joked, although his voice was thick with sleep.

You bit your lip, still feeling guilty. With one quick movement, you snuggled against him, wrapping your arms around his body and burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“I’m your human blanket now. Is that better?”

Hector didn't respond immediately, but his arms wrapped tightly around her, pulling her even closer.

“Much better…” he murmured, his voice low and satisfied.

You smiled against his skin and closed your eyes, feeling the warmth finally return to Hector's body.

This time, I would make a point of sharing the blanket.

Taglist: @paucubarsisimp @p4uul0vr @nngkay @meganesanchez @bymerinott @htpssgavi @luvvpedri

[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!!

[rwshfordgirl]

Can I request a fic where reader and Hector are uni roommates and she has a crush on him but she thinks he’s dating someone else cuz he keeps talking about a girl but turns out it’s his baby cousin and it’s angsty af but then fluffy af?

Thank u in advance and I really like your writing please keep feeding us mother 🛐

BABY COUSIN

all images were taken from pinterest.

a/n: I feel like I could have developed it more but I rewrote this fic twice lol but I have high expectations for the second part of it ;) thank you very much for the request and I'm happy to know that you like my work.

hope you like it!

Hector had just woken up from a nap when I saw him stopping in front of me at the kitchen counter. "Did you get much sleep?" He nodded and I smiled. "Hey, do you mind going to the grocery store for me today?" I glared at him before taking a sip of my juice "I don't mind, but did something happen?" He denied as he rubbed his eyes "I'm going to take my mother to see Lucia."

Lucia, a name I started hearing frequently four months ago. I remember well that when I moved into this apartment, on my first night he came home late and said he had just met her.

He visits her often, talks about her almost all the time, but I've never seen her. He's never shown me pictures of her and never brought her here.

It's strange because I feel jealous of him going out to someone I don't even know and it makes me a little upset knowing that Hector doesn't feel for me what I feel for him, but I can't force him to do or feel anything.

I already knew Fort before I came to live with him in the college accommodations, we were in the same year but in different classes at school and I couldn't take my eyes off him. I'll never forget a mutual friend's birthday party we went to and while playing spin the bottle, I ended up giving him my first kiss.

But we were never close, not even after the kiss. And time passed, we changed schools and I only remembered the kiss we had shared. I didn't imagine that I would have a falling out with my old roommate and be forced to change accommodation at the beginning of the third semester. I also didn't imagine that boys and girls could live in the same apartment, much less that Hector goes to college here. And he seemed so happy to have me as a roommate.

And I found myself again at twelve years old, in love with Hector. He managed to improve what was already good, every day more beautiful, every day more thoughtful, more funny and more special. Lucia is lucky.

"Oh, is she okay?" I asked politely, trying to hide something strange I felt and didn't know what it was.

"Yes, but my mother really wants to see her and so do I, to be honest." He smiled at me. "Have a nice trip then." I said as I walked towards the kitchen exit "See you later."

I left the apartment with only one thought in mind. "I have to forget about Hector." even though it's impossible since I share an apartment with him. But I went to the market praying that someone as perfect as him would appear in my path.

But it was the return home that left me completely in shock, in the notification bar of my cell phone it appeared that there was a message from Hector, a photo. I opened it, maybe I was going to see Lucia for the first time.

I stopped in front of the building, bags on the floor and my mouth open. Lucia is a baby, Lucia is a beautiful baby. My God. Lucia is a baby. I laughed nervously while mentally cursing myself for being jealous of a baby.

I went home, left the groceries in the kitchen and laid down on the couch, still in disbelief that Lucia was a baby. I felt relieved even though I knew that I would probably not confess my feelings to Fort now. But I kept wondering if at some point she had already mentioned that she was a baby and I hadn't paid attention.

I laughed at myself while opening again the photo he had sent, in the caption "Lucia.❤️" and in the photo he was holding her on his lap while smiling at her. I think I would melt if I saw this in person.

The sound of the front door opening made me jump off the couch and put my phone aside. Hector approached me smiling. "Did you see the picture of me and Lucia?" he asked. "Yes, you two are very cute! But you didn't mention that she was a baby." I told him "My baby cousin." he replied "Your baby cousin?" Lucia continues to surprise me "Yes! She's four months old." I smiled "Hector, every time you talked about her I imagined a girl of our age." He laughed "But Lucia is such a cute baby, I want to meet her in person one day."

[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.

Likes , comments , and reblog’s are all appreciated. Feel free to ask for tags in any of my future posts, all or specific ones <3

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[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 🫶🏻🫶🏻

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

player/drivers I write for

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

[insidekatmind]

In his arms~Hector Fort

Request: yes!

You are sitting on Héctor's lap, the sound of the scissors sliding through his hair fills the room with a soothing rhythm. The barber works expertly, paying attention to every strand, while you snuggle a little closer to him, seeking comfort in his warmth. You are there by chance, almost for fun, but now the atmosphere is so serene that you can't imagine a more peaceful place than this.

Héctor smiles slightly as his hands rest on your back, caressing you absentmindedly. "Are you comfortable?" he asks in a low voice, his tone slightly amused. You mumble something incomprehensible, already slipping into a sweet drowsiness. The day has been long and the gentle swinging of his breathing lulls you without even realizing it. Your eyes slowly close, your body relaxing completely against his.

The barber glances at Héctor and smiles at the scene. "It seems like someone is already comfortable."

Héctor looks down at you, your lashes brushing his skin as your face nestles against his chest. “Yes, it feels like it,” he answers softly, his voice full of affection. One of his hands comes up to touch your hair, playing with a few strands in the way he knows is the most reassuring for you.

The cut continues, but by now you are lost in a world of peaceful dreams, cradled in the safety of his arms. He moves slightly, trying not to disturb you, letting the moment linger as long as possible. There is something incredibly sweet about it all: your regular breathing against his skin, the light weight of your body completely surrendering to his presence.

When the cut is almost finished, Héctor moves slightly to adjust the position, and you snuggle closer to him in your sleep, making him let out a low chuckle. “Maybe I should stay like this for a while,” he whispers, caressing you softly. The barber shakes his head with a smile, finishing the job with precision, letting the moment be consumed in its perfect intimacy.

And so, between the muffled sound of the scissors and the warmth of Héctor's arms, you let yourself be transported to the most peaceful sleep you've ever had.

[n0vazsq]

What would you do? | Hector Fort x Reader

pairing . . . hector fort x reader

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

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

word count . . . 1.2k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nudged him with your shoulder. "Hey."

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

"I wanna try something."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you, you know that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're mine, mi hermosa amor."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You already knew who’d won.

He always did.

[paucubarsisimp]

you need more hector?? say no more bae. HECTOR FIC WITH THE PROMPt: “you can do better,” x “i don’t see anybody else better for me.”

(either way around idc idc ily🩷) 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

good enough

pairing: hector fort x reader

summary: in which you don’t think you’re good enough

warnings: cussing (i think), angst

tagged: @barcapix, @universefcb, @nngkay, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

a/n: i’m sorry this took some time to get out, but here it is love xxx

it had been building for a while—the unspoken tension between you and hector. there had been those quiet moments, the ones where your eyes met and lingered just a little longer than usual, where the air felt thick, heavy with something neither of you could name. you’d always felt it. he’d always felt it too. but neither of you had dared to speak it aloud.

you loved him. or at least, you were pretty sure you did. how could you not? everything about him drew you in—his confidence, the way he carried himself with such ease, the way his presence seemed to calm everything around him. and when he smiled at you, like that small, private smile just for you, it made your heart do strange things. but despite all of it, you couldn’t shake the voice in your head telling you that you weren’t good enough. not for someone like him.

hector was always the one people turned to, the one who had everything figured out, the one with that effortless charm. and you? you were just… you. unsure of yourself, tangled up in doubts and insecurities, wondering if he’d even notice you if you weren’t there, always in the background, just out of reach. but still, something about the way he looked at you made it hard to deny the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way.

tonight, however, it felt different. the usual distance between you both, even when you were close, was gone. the space between you was charged, electric. you could feel the pull, the desire, humming beneath the surface, threatening to break free. but you weren’t sure if you were ready for it. and maybe that was why you kept finding excuses to keep it all at arm’s length.

you sat on the couch, your knees pulled up to your chest, trying to focus on the movie playing in the background. but your attention kept drifting to him, sitting just a little too close for comfort, but not close enough. every time you glanced over, you’d catch him watching you, his gaze soft, almost unreadable, like he was trying to figure something out. it made you nervous, made your heart beat a little faster.

finally, he spoke, his voice low, almost hesitant. “can we talk?”

your stomach dropped. you’d been waiting for this moment, but now that it was here, you felt yourself stiffen. you nodded, trying to keep your composure. “yeah, of course.”

he moved a little closer, his body angling toward you, and there it was again—the undeniable energy between you. it wasn’t just friendly anymore. the air between you two was thick, charged with something unspoken, and you could feel it in the way your skin prickled with awareness.

“i’ve been thinking about this for a while,” he said, his voice quiet but firm, like he was choosing his words carefully. “about us.”

you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the weight of his words sinking in. you swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady. “what do you mean?”

he turned his head slightly, his eyes searching your face, like he was trying to make sure you understood exactly what he was saying. “i don’t want to just be friends anymore,” he said softly. “i want more. i want you.”

the words hit you like a wave, overwhelming and unexpected. for a moment, your mind went blank. you couldn’t breathe. all the thoughts you’d been holding back, the fears, the insecurities—they all rushed to the surface. you opened your mouth to speak, but the words didn’t come. you couldn’t say them. you’re not good enough for him.

hector’s gaze softened, and he took a small step closer. “what is it?” he asked, his voice gentle now, like he was waiting for you to tell him what was going on in your head.

you shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. “hector, i… i can’t. i’m not good enough for you.”

his expression faltered, confusion flashing across his face. “what are you talking about?” he asked, his voice more forceful now, though there was still a hint of concern. “how can you say that? you’re perfect just the way you are.”

but the doubt was there, thick and suffocating, and you couldn’t shake it. “you deserve someone who’s got their life together. someone who doesn’t have all this… baggage. someone who doesn’t doubt everything about themselves.” you shook your head, feeling the weight of everything you’d kept buried. “i’m not that person, hector. i’m not good enough for you.”

the words stung, and you immediately regretted saying them. but you couldn’t take them back now. you wrapped your arms tighter around yourself, bracing for the rejection that you feared was coming.

hector’s eyes darkened with frustration. “don’t say that. don’t ever say that about yourself again.”

he stood up, his hand gripping the back of the couch as he paced, clearly trying to control the anger rising in him. you flinched at the movement, unsure of how to respond. part of you wanted to apologize, to take it all back, but the other part—the part that was terrified of what would happen if he really saw you, saw everything you were hiding—didn’t know how to let go.

he stopped in front of you, his gaze sharp but softer than it had been moments ago. “you think i don’t see you?” he asked, his voice strained, like he was trying to keep his emotions in check. “you think i don’t notice how you are with me? the way you make me feel when i’m around you?”

your breath caught in your throat, your heart skipping a beat. “hector, please…” you whispered, not wanting to hear it. not wanting to believe it. “i’m just… i’m not what you need.”

he placed his hands on the couch beside you, leaning in close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. the closeness made you shiver, and for a moment, you couldn’t look away from his eyes—eyes that held something raw, something real, something he hadn’t shared with anyone else. with you.

“you are exactly what i need,” he said, his voice rough now, like he was struggling to keep control. “you think i care about all that other shit? all the perfect things you think i want? i don’t care about any of that. i care about you.” his face was inches from yours now, his lips just a breath away, and you could feel the heat rising between you two.

you opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. he didn’t give you a chance to speak. before you could process it, his lips were on yours, hot and demanding. it wasn’t gentle—no, this kiss was full of everything he had been holding back, everything he wanted to say but couldn’t. it was raw, intense, and you felt it all the way down to your bones.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his forehead resting against yours, both of you breathless. his hands were still on your face, his touch gentle but insistent, like he was grounding you, reminding you that he was there.

“don’t you ever think you’re not good enough for me,” he murmured, his voice low, sending shivers down your spine. “because you are. more than you’ll ever know.”

your pulse raced, and as he leaned in again, you felt it. that pull between you two, undeniable and intense. the way your body responded to him was something you hadn’t fully realized until this moment—something deeper than just the emotional connection, something physical that you couldn’t ignore anymore.

when he kissed you again, slower this time, it wasn’t just a kiss—it was an unspoken promise. a promise that he wouldn’t walk away. not now. not ever.

and as you pulled him closer, as his hands slid to your waist, you felt the spark between you two ignite, your doubts slowly burning away under the heat of his touch. the kiss deepened, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to believe—you were enough.

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[joaosnovia]

Hector fort taking care of reader who had her period unprepared and is embarrassed about it cuz her ex used to get mad at her for it?

Maybe?

Perhaps?

(Idk how to request if you didn’t notice already 😭)

❦ - unexpected but never a problem.

summary:: what the req says.

warnings:: nooooone? cussing i think…?

writers notes:: i love you anon you’re so cute i saw it and instantly wrote it you’re adorable! anyways im not very good w requests so i really dunno if this is what you wanted but i hope u love it nonetheless? gimme feedback yg i beg 💔. ALSO I HAVE NO JOAO REQUESTS GIMME SOME PLSSS

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @universefcb @nngkay

you realize it too late.

the uncomfortable dampness, the slight cramping you brushed off earlier, the way hector’s hoodie, his favorite one, now feels impossibly heavy around your waist as you tie it there in a desperate attempt to hide the evidence.

you should have known. you should have been prepared. but your cycle has always been unpredictable, and with how distracted you’ve been lately, school, work, trying not to fall too hard for the boy currently walking beside you - you weren’t paying attention.

now, you’re hyperaware. of every step you take, of every shift in fabric, of how you can feel it, and god, you don’t even want to check. you don’t want to know how bad it is.

but the worst part? you know what happens next.

or, at least, you think you do.

‘you good?’ hector asks, nudging your shoulder gently.

his voice is casual, light, but you can hear the underlying concern. you’re usually more talkative, always teasing him about something, and now you’re barely saying a word.

you swallow hard. ‘yeah. just… tired.’

he doesn’t look convinced. he studies you for a second, his gaze flicking to the hoodie tied around your waist.

then he stops walking.

‘okay, what’s wrong?’

your stomach twists. ‘nothing, hector, i just..’

‘nah, you’re acting weird. did something happen?’

the worry in his voice only makes the knot in your throat worse. but what are you supposed to say? hey, i just bled through my clothes, and i’m freaking out because my ex used to act like it was the worst thing in the world whenever this happened?

your silence lasts a second too long.

hector frowns. then his eyes flick down again, just for a second, before realization dawns on his face.

your heart pounds.

this is it. this is where he pulls back, where he sighs in frustration, where he makes some offhand comment about how you should’ve planned better. you brace for it, already shrinking into yourself, already fighting back the burning embarrassment

but then he’s shrugging off his jacket.

before you can react, he steps closer, wrapping it securely around your waist, completely covering the hoodie. he makes quick work of tying the sleeves, knotting them tight like it’s second nature.

your breath catches.

‘there,’ he says easily, tugging once to make sure it’s secure. ‘you wanna go home?’

you blink. ‘…what?’

he gives you a look. ‘you’re clearly not comfortable. we can dip.’

he’s not mad. he’s not annoyed.

he’s just helping.

you stare at him, your chest tight, emotions tangling together too fast for you to process.

‘you don’t have to do all that,’ you mumble.

he shrugs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. ‘why wouldn’t i?’

you hesitate, fingers gripping the edge of the jacket now wrapped around you. ‘because it’s gross.’

his brow furrows. ‘who told you that?’

you freeze.

you don’t mean to react, but the words hit you like a gut punch. because you know who told you that. over and over again, in every careless remark, every sigh, every time he made you feel like something you couldn’t control was your fault.

and hector sees it.

he exhales, dragging a hand down his face, before looking at you again, softer this time.

‘listen, i don’t know who made you feel bad about this, but that’s bullshit. it’s not gross, it’s not your fault, and you sure as hell don’t need to be embarrassed about it.’ he shakes his head, muttering, ‘like, how do you even get mad at someone for having a body? that’s insane.’

you let out a breathy laugh, small, but real.

hector smirks. ‘there she is.’

you roll your eyes, but the knot in your chest loosens. ‘you’re stupid.’

‘nah, i just have common sense.’ he reaches for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours like it’s the easiest thing in the world. ‘now, c’mon. let’s get you home.’

you don’t argue. you just squeeze his hand, let yourself lean into the warmth of him, and for the first time in a long time, you don’t feel ashamed.

[vicolette]

Secret Kisses !

– A/N : idk what I'm going for

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, mentions of pet names, fluff and slightly suggestive

"Don’t forget your keys."

Your search came to an end as you turned around, coming face to face with probably one of your most valuable belongings – your keys in Hector's hand.

A grin was on his face as he stuffed them inside his pocket, making sure that they wouldn’t drop before he left your apartment. You two were finally having a day off of work and school and decided to go to the city for some time together, then do some grocery shopping and end the day with a romantic movie (if Hector was choosing) or a horror movie (if you were choosing).

Knowing him, he would probably force you to not put on a horror film, specifically not late at night. He had always hated them, much to your surprise.

"C'mon, baby." A sigh left from your mouth as he stared down at you, waiting for you to finish putting your shoes on and go outside. Once you stood up, his hand instinctively reached out to touch your waist, pulling you closer as you walked to the elevator.

Hector pressed the button to make it come to their floor, which soon arrived as some of your neighbors left it. You greeted them politely, while Hector gave them a quick smile, not knowing them, like, at all.

The both of you got inside and he looked at the buttons, tapping the last one to get to the bottom of the building as he then looked around. You raised an eyebrow in confusion to his sudden curiosity, especially when there was nothing in here. Or so you thought.

"Look, a camera." He pointed to a small black object at the edge of the cramped space, making you slightly gasp for not noticing sooner. You have lived here for not too long but to have never seen that?

You must be blind.

"I seriously need to–" Before you could finish your sentence, you felt him turn around and come closer, smiling from ear to ear. Your heart fluttered as you saw that Hector had planned something, but you didn’t know what.

Just as you were about to speak up and lecture him about his surprising jokes, you were interrupted by his lips pressed against yours. The world seemed to stop spinning and came to a halt for a second as you blanked out, yet he didn’t let go of you.

Instead, his hand was now holding onto your hips, the other one on your male to deepen the kiss. It got heated as Hector didn’t seem to let go of you any seconds now, knowing how much it drove you crazy.

Finally, after almost a full minute of torture – and blissful undenying pleasure –, Hector pulled away from you, letting you pant for some air to get inside your lungs. A chuckle made its way out of his mouth, his hand moving quickly to touch your chin.

Then, as if he hasn’t seen you in days, he pressed some kisses on your face, mostly targeting your forehead and cheeks. When you were finally able to breathe normally, the door was already open as he dragged you out, smiling at you.

"You look pretty like that." Hector begun, leaving you confused as to what he meant. Within further observation, you saw that he had your red lipstick remain on his lips, suddenly realizing what he meant.

"Please, do not tell me that my face is covered with lipstick kisses…"

"And what would you do if it was?"

– A/N : hi!! Js saw that someone might have requested something. Idk why, but I somewhat can’t open my inbox:(( I will try again later, but please request if you'd like!! Otherwise than that, enjoy your day/night<33