#joder love

[littlespoonsebastian]

im fucking tweaking this is me fr

i love the interviewed so much, and ennard is my favourite character from it. i love them so much that i literally have a tattoo of them. and this new episode is ENTIRELY ennard based??? we got so much insight into their personalities and also MY FAVOURITE WHUMP TROPE OF ALL TIME, INTERROGATION WITH ELECTRIC SHOCKS.

i lobe enord.

i am now gonna say lickity split unironically

[urlocalmcflurry]

Woah

anyways In all seriousness; If you’re reading this Joder, hope you’re having a good life. There will always be people to help you, and don’t ever doubt that in your life. Don’t let them bad thoughts get the best of you

[bossuary]

Lift your spirits

fabulous Fable 3-homage commission by @artoflevity

[kobr4z]

lol what am I supposed to say someone help me I don't know how I got to this

[sandiaenyiel]

Ese culo brincando, de mi mente no se va….

¿Que si quiero volver a verte?

Cómo no, vengase pa acá.

[orgasming-caterpillar]

carlos or franco

franco duhh carlos isn't half as breedable as him

[delektorskichick]

So I’ve never actually watched The Princess Bride with closed captioning. All the copies I own/have owned didn’t come with that option. Well, it’s on Disney+ now, and it DOES have captions. I decided to watch it tonight because apparently half of my coworkers haven’t seen it and that made me sad.

AND WHEN I TELL YOU I WAS APPARENTLY MISSING THINGS-

I now know ALL of Fezzik’s rhymes from the boat.

I know exactly what fighting moves Westly and Inigo were saying in that EPIC fight.

I can understand what Fezzik is saying when they break into the castle (I love Andre the Giant, but his accent is so hard for me to decipher)

AND

Apparently I have missed something in the twenty years I’ve been watching this movie. When Inigo is drunk in the Thieves’ Forest, a member of the Brute Squad comes around the corner of the building after Inigo proclaims this is where [he’ll] stay, that he will not be moved.

“Ho, there!” he says.

Now. I always assumed Inigo just repeated the man’s phrase.

Oh no. The closed captions read as follows:

“I do not budge. Keep your Joder.”

Because he’s a Spaniard, in the movie it is pronounced exactly like “Ho, there.”

THAT. IS. NOT. WHAT. THAT. MEANS.

Joder means fuck in Spanish.

So when the guy comes around the corner, I can only assume Inigo’s sloshed brain just heard him shout “fuck” at him, and THAT is how he responded.

NO ONE I KNOW realized this for nearly FORTY YEARS!!!!!

Closed captioning, y’all. It’s not just because you can’t make out what they’re saying. It’s also for recognizing jokes people were slipping into movies and past censors from before you were born.

[girlgenius1111]

solstråle and the no good, horrible, very bad day

fresa putellas x solstråle engen sol has a bad day. no one seems to notice until they've made it worse. @wileys-russo

—

“Engen, I swear.” Fresa huffed, picking up the balled up piece of paper from where it had landed next to her, after bouncing off the bun on her head. She chucked it back at you, ignoring the pout on your face. 

“Hey! You didn’t read the message.” 

With a sigh, Fresa held her hand out, catching the paper as you threw it back to her with a grin. She unfolded it, softening only slightly when she saw the messy writing scrawled across the middle of the page. 

“I love you too, Sol.” She said gently, looking at you as she did so. You felt your face heat up as she said it, even though you’d heard it from her before. “Now go back to studying because it’s late and– joder, Sol it’s past curfew!” 

Fresa had picked up her phone to check the time, before realizing it was 15 minutes past when she was supposed to leave her girlfriend’s house. Though quite absurd to both of you, Ingrid and Eli had insisted on a curfew. You were both only 18, and as such, there had to be rules. 

Apparently. 

Rules you and Fresa both scoffed at, but respected all the same. Perhaps it was more of a respect for the person than their rules, but either way, you both followed curfew.

Both Ingrid and Eli were pretty chill about the curfew, too. A few minutes late wasn’t a big deal, especially if you texted first. But, looking at the clock, it was 15 minutes passed when Fresa was supposed to either have you drive her home, or have asked Eli to come get her. And your girlfriend was not a rule breaker. However, at that moment, on that day, you couldn’t have cared any less about curfew if you tried. 

It had been the worst day. Indescribably bad, so you hadn’t tried to describe it. Sometimes it was still easier to pretend nothing was wrong even when everything felt wrong. Bad days were bad days, but you didn’t always have to make them everyone else’s problem. At least, that’s the logic you used to probably talk yourself out of having to share your feelings. 

You hadn’t said anything to Ingrid when you got home, even as she asked you about your day in the way that she always did; the way that you knew meant she really wanted to hear about it. 

You hadn’t said anything when Mapi sat next to you on the sofa and nudged your shoulder, asking if you were feeling okay because you looked a little off. 

You hadn’t said anything when Fresa arrived, though you did hold on to the hug she gave you a bit tighter than normal. If she’d noticed, she hadn’t said anything. 

But while you hadn’t let anyone in on the details of your terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, you didn’t want to be alone with it. Fresa sitting with you and making you laugh and kissing you for every study question you got correct had done wonders for your mood, and you didn’t want that to end. 

You just wanted her, right next to you, laughing in that beautiful way that made you forget there was anything bad in the world at all. 

“Stay.” You blurted out. 

Fresa didn’t stop packing her bag, just barely glancing at you with a raised eyebrow. “Stay?” 

“I don’t want you to go.” 

Fresa softened, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “I know, Engen. You’re obsessed with me. But it’s past curfew, I have an exam in the morning and you have one tomorrow afternoon.” 

“Fresaaaaaaa,” you groaned, falling back onto your bed with a dramatic sigh. Your girlfriend laughed, zipping her bag up. 

“So clingy.” She teased. “I’m going to run to the bathroom and then my Mami will be here.”

The younger girl left the room, while you sank back down onto your bed. You blinked away the moisture gathering in your eyes with a sigh of frustration. Before you could fully regain your composure, though, a knock on your door frame startled you. 

“Sol, it’s time for Fresa to go.” Ingrid told you, her voice soft like she knew how deeply you didn’t want Fresa to leave. 

“She left.” You said. You hadn’t even really thought about it, the sentence had just slipped out of your mouth before you could think too hard about it. It didn’t make much sense, if any at all. Fresa couldn’t, and wouldn’t, stay the night. Especially not without someone noticing either her presence in your room, or her lack of presence at her own home. Eli was probably already waiting outside. And across from you, Ingrid was already poking holes in your lie.

Ingrid raised an eyebrow. “She already left? She normally says goodbye first, and I didn’t hear her leave.” 

You could only shrug in response, wincing to yourself as you heard footsteps padding down the hall. 

Silently, Ingrid stepped out of the way so Fresa could enter your room, heading straight for her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. 

“Wow, it does seem like Fresa already left, Sol.” Ingrid commented dryly. 

You rolled your eyes, much less polite and respectful than you’d normally be. Fresa frowned, confused, looking between you and your sister like she was missing something. 

“I understand you guys want to spend time together, but we have a curfew for a reason and I don’t appreciate you trying to break it and lie to me. It’s disrespectful, and I expect more from both of you.” Ingrid said calmly, alternating her icy gaze between you and your girlfriend. 

You winced, knowing exactly how this was about to go. 

“Ingrid, I didn’t–” Fresa tried, but Ingrid was turning away, pulling her phone out of her pocket and glancing at it. 

“Fresa, Eli is here. Goodnight, girls.” 

You held your breath, just waiting. It made no sense for you to try to pretend Fresa had already left so she could stay with you, yet you did it anyway. Maybe that should have been a sign for Fresa that something was wrong, but that wasn’t her main concern at the moment. 

It was quiet for a moment. And then another. And then–

“Tonta. You got me in trouble with your sister!” Fresa whisper-yelled, lightly wacking your shoulder with her hand. 

“Fres, I–”

“Goodbye, Solstråle. I’ll talk to you later.” Fresa huffed, marching out of the room before you could stop her. It felt like your body was frozen in a mess of all your mistakes that day, and you couldn’t go after your girlfriend as she padded down the hall and out the front door. 

Maybe you’d been hoping someone would notice. Fresa or Ingrid. Just notice that something wasn’t right, that you didn’t seem quite like yourself. And maybe because you were hoping they would, it hurt so much that they didn’t. 

—

It was almost a game of cat and mouse between you and your girlfriend for the next hour. First, you’d texted her a bunch, apologizing for getting her in trouble. Unbeknownst to you, though, she wasn’t near her phone once she arrived home, stopping to catch up with Alba in the living room. By the time she got checked her phone and headed to her bedroom, you’d given up trying to reach her, resigned to the fact that you’d fucked up. 

You were spiralling. Everything felt wrong. Your brain, your skin, your chest. There was almost nothing in the world worse than knowing someone was mad at you and not being able to fix it. But how could you even try to fix it? You couldn’t explain that you just needed your girlfriend without seeming pathetic. You felt like a half broken version of you, but as your phone began to ring once more, you picked it up and answered it. 

Fresa wasn’t going to stop calling until you answered her. And, maybe, she could make you feel better. Even if it was just her voice for a minute as she probably lectured you about getting her in trouble with Ingrid. 

Fresa could always make you feel better. 

The facetime call connected, and you kept the camera pointed up at the ceiling, even as Fresa’s worried face filled the screen. 

“Solstråle? Are you okay, bebé?” 

“Fine.” Your voice broke, and you cleared your throat before trying again. “I’m fine. I’m sorry I got you in trouble with Ingrid.” 

“Hey, it’s alright mi amor.”

You knew very well that it wasn’t alright. Fresa was terrified of your sister, for whatever reason. She’d been quite angry with you when she’d fled your house, and then she’d ignored your calls and texts. To be fair, she probably didn’t know you were having a panic attack and just wanted to hear her voice, but still. Fresa was upset with you, and you knew you deserved it. 

“I’m sorry. You have studying to do, right? I’ll let you get back to that.”

“No, hey, Sol. Talk to me. What’s going on with you? You are not being yourself.” Fresa inquired, pulling the phone even closer to her, as if she could find a new angle that would show your face. 

“Nothing, Fres.” You replied, trying to make your voice sound bored and uninterested, but instead just sounding like you were a few seconds away from crying. 

Fresa rolled her eyes, clearly having had it with your denial. She knew when you weren’t okay, she always knew. “Vale. Let me see you, then.” 

“It’s late and–”

“And we always fall asleep on facetime together, Engen, so show me your face before I call your sister and tell her to check on you.” 

With a sigh, you tilted the phone so your face was in frame. Fresa instantly frowned as she looked at you, seeing the red and puffy eyes and the flush of your cheeks that told her you’d been crying. 

“Oh, mi amor.” She sighed. “What is going on? Please talk to me.” 

“Nothing. It’s nothing, I’m fine.” You whispered, looking anywhere but at your girlfriend’s face on your phone screen, knowing the concern and love you would see there would break you. 

“You’re not fine, and I want to hear about why because I love you and you’re important to me, so please tell me why you’re so upset. Por favor, for me.” 

You sniffled, a sob escaping even as you tried to fight it. You didn’t deserve her, didn’t deserve her love or her kindness. Fresa’s heart broke even further as you wiped uselessly at your face, trying to get rid of the tears. 

“Solstrale.” She prompted again, her tone firm yet also somehow soft enough that it slipped right past all your defenses. 

“I… it was a bad day. A really terrible day. I’m pretty sure I bombed my history final, and one of my teachers accused me of cheating on my math exam and I wasn’t, Fres. And then I was leaving the school parking lot and I was so distracted I scraped my car on a cement barrier, and my wrist has been hurting all day. And you were busy studying and I ruined everything by getting you in trouble with Ingrid, and you’re mad at me, and Ingrid is mad at me and I just keep messing everything up.” 

“Sol, hey bebe, no–”

“And now you should be studying or going to sleep but I’m keeping you up being so pathetic. I’m sorry, Fresa. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I’m sorry.” You hung the phone up before your girlfriend could get another word out, shoving it under your pillow and ignoring the way it began to ring almost instantly. You let out another rough sob, and Scout looked up, startled, from his spot at the foot of your bed. You buried your face into your pillow as Scout clambered over, tucking himself close against your body. 

At least he wasn’t mad at you.

— 

4 unanswered calls and 7 unanswered text messages later, Fresa was deciding whether or not it would be ridiculous for her to go downstairs and make Alba drive her to the Engen-León house. 

Finally, though, a text came through. 

I just wanted you here because you make me feel safe but I got you in trouble with Ingrid and I interrupted your studying. I’m really sorry. 

If Fresa’s heart wasn’t already cracked wide open, it certainly was now. Without needing to think about it for more than a second, Fresa was shooting up from her bed and throwing on a pair of sweats.

“Mami! Alba!” She shouted, thundering down the stairs. “Someone needs to drive me to Sol.”

Eli and Alba both looked up as Fresa came rushing into the living room. 

“No, Fresita. It is past your bedtime, and you can see Solstråle tomorrow.” Alba said, rolling her eyes. Now normally the younger Putellas would be biting her sister’s head off for even insinuating at 18 she had a ‘bedtime,’ but she had other things on her mind right now.

Eli, however, looked thoughtful. As if she knew that her daughter wouldn’t ask to break curfew for just anything. 

“What’s going on, mija?” She asked, ignoring Alba entirely. Fresa was distracted, her mind already in Sol’s bedroom, trying to figure out all the right things to say. However, she was not distracted enough to miss the chance to glare in Alba’s direction before answering. 

“It’s Sol, she had a really bad day and she’s really upset. It’s a code red emergency, Mami, please.” 

Eli didn’t need to hear more. She nodded her assent, even as Alba stared at her, open mouthed. 

“If I had asked to go out to see a girl after curfew on the night before I had an exam, you would have killed me, Mami! What is this!” 

Eli rolled her eyes and Fresa sighed impatiently, tapping her foot. “This is your sister being responsible and trustworthy. I’ve never had to pick Fresa up at 2am from a farm 30 minutes outside of the city because she was too drunk to get home herself.” 

Alba scoffed, still affronted at the perceived injustice. “I’ll call Ale, she’ll agree with me.”

Fresa opened her mouth to snap back, something about Alexia not being her parent and having no say over what she does or doesn’t do, but Eli held up a hand, silencing her youngest daughter. 

“Ale is not in charge, I am. Now drive your sister to her girlfriend’s house.” 

“Me?!” 

“Yes, you.” Eli said, settling back into the couch and pulling the throw blanket tighter around her. “I am too old to be out this late.” 

“You’re not old.” Alba and Fresa chorused together. Eli just waved them off, turning the TV on to her favorite soap. 

With a disbelieving shake of her head, Alba headed for the door. Was she pleased with her mother’s decision? Absolutely not. Would she question it? No. 

Fresa followed right on Alba’s heels, calling out a quick goodbye to Eli as she put her shoes on. 

“Give Solstråle my love!” Eli called. 

“She loves your girlfriend more than she loves you.” Alba grumbled. 

Fresa rolled her eyes. “No, she loves my girlfriend more than she loves you.” 

—

“Hello?” Ingrid’s voice came over the speaker. 

“Ingrid! It’s Fresa, I need to see Sol.” She paused, thinking of how possibly to explain this over the intercom system of the building. “I can explain, it’s–”

“Come up.” Ingrid interrupted. The buzzer buzzed, and Fresa yanked the door open so quickly, her arm hurt. She moved as fast as she could, willed the elevator to move faster with everything in her. 

Ingrid opened the front door just as Fresa was raising her hand to knock, a concerned expression on her face. Fresa felt a wave of guilt, seeing Ingrid in her pajamas with mussed up hair, knowing she’d forced the Norwegian out of bed to let her in. Then she remembered your voice on the phone, apologizing through your cries, and Fresa knew that Ingrid wouldn’t mind, once she knew the reason for Fresa’s midnight appearance.  

“Fresa? Is everything okay?” Ingrid knew very well that your girlfriend wouldn’t just show up late at night without a good reason, hence why she buzzed the Spaniard up so quickly. 

Fresa began to speak, a mixture of panicked Spanish and English blending together into something almost incomprehensible. “It’s Sol, she’s upset, she was crying on the phone and she said she needed me and I–”

“Fresa, honey, slow down.” Ingrid frowned, moving forward to rest a supportive hand on Fresa’s shoulder. “Start over, what is going on with Sol?” 

Just as Fresa opened her mouth to speak again, a sleepy voice came from behind Ingrid. 

“I got it, Fres, go see Sol, I’ll explain.” Mapi said calmly. 

Fresa nodded, thanking Mapi rapidly as she practically sprinted down the hall towards your room. When she threw your door open, both you and Scout raised your heads identically. Scout’s tail began to wag furiously, as it always did when he saw your girlfriend. Your eyes widened, your lip trembling pathetically as more tears began to stream down your face. 

“Fresa?” Your voice cracked, disbelief clear in your expression. 

“Hi, mi amor.” Fresa said breathlessly, toeing her shoes off and moving towards your bed without a second thought. You sat up fully, looking at your girlfriend in absolute wonder. 

“Wh-what are you doing here?” 

“You said you needed me.” Fresa said simply, a sad smile playing on her lips as she cradled your face in her hands. “So. Here I am.” 

Your girlfriend kissed you softly on the lips, before wiping a few tears off your cheeks with her thumbs. 

“I’m really sorry–”

“No. No. You don’t need to be sorry. I am sorry I did not realize how upset you were earlier.” 

You scoffed, disbelieving even as Fresa sat on the bed next to you and laced her fingers with yours. “How could you have known? I didn’t say anything. This is all my fault, Fres.” 

Fresa rolled her eyes, her hand squeezing yours. “All the signs were there, bebé, I just wasn’t looking for them. I should have known, because I know you.” 

Something about that sentiment broke you apart all over again. That anyone, let alone Fresa, knew you well enough, cared enough, to know when you weren’t okay without you even having to say a word. It was overwhelming, and you felt so undeserving. 

Yet here your girlfriend was, telling you that you did deserve it, and you weren’t quite sure how to argue with her. Or if you even wanted to. 

Instead, you let Fresa pull you down onto your bed, let her manoeuvre you until your head was resting against her chest, her heartbeat in your ear. Exactly what she knew you needed when you were having a bad day. Her fingers found their way into your hair, beginning to scratch softly at your scalp. Your whole body relaxed of its own accord, and suddenly you were exhausted. 

Your bad day didn’t matter so much anymore. None of it felt very consequential when Fresa kissed your forehead, told you she loved you. 

Nothing would ever matter as much as hearing those words come from the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen. 

—

You fell asleep remarkably quickly. One second you were still mumbling quiet thank you’s into Fresa’s t-shirt, [your t-shirt, one of the many that she’d stolen right out from under you], and the next your face was relaxed completely, breathing even. You clung to your girlfriend even as you slept, one hand twisted into the fabric of her shirt. 

She didn’t think about anything but you lying there, and how many freckles she could count across your nose and cheeks. You always got more in the summer, especially when you were running around outside all the time with Scout. Fresa felt a familiar, [probably disgustingly] lovesick smile tug at her lips. It didn’t matter that she was wearing clothes in your bed that had been out of the house, a cardinal sin in her book. She didn’t care that she’d acted like a crazy person in her quest to get to you. She was just glad she was here, and you were okay. 

The door creaked open, then, and Fresa turned to look, her cheeks heating with a blush when she realized how close you were to her. It wasn’t like Ingrid hadn’t ever seen you cuddling, but something about being in your bed, at night, even innocently, felt like she was breaking a rule. 

But Ingrid’s concerned face just relaxed slightly when she realized you were asleep. The Norwegian padded across the room, placing two glasses of water on your nightstand. She studied you for a moment, so worried her brows were furrowed together. 

“She okay?” Ingrid whispered. 

You nodded, considering. “I think so. She had a bad day, I think she’ll feel more like herself tomorrow.” 

Ingrid nodded, brushing a piece of hair off your forehead. “Thank you, Fresa.” 

Fresa could only nod gently, trying not to jostle you. 

“I called Eli, we both agreed you can stay tonight.” 

Of all the things Ingrid could have said, that was one of the last things Fresa was expecting. She supposed she shouldn’t have been, though, because she knew very well that there wasn’t a thing on earth that Ingrid wouldn’t do for you. 

Ingrid wished your girlfriend a soft goodnight, before padding quietly back out of the room. She left the door open a few inches, and Fresa knew you’d notice in the morning and tease your sister for it. Roll your eyes and make a joke about how even when you’re having a mental breakdown, you can’t get any privacy around here. For now, though, you were peacefully sleeping, and as Fresa flicked the bedside lamp off, she knew she would be soon, too. 

—

:) solfresa my loves 😇

[naoknowswhat]

YEEEEAAAAHHHHHH ✨✨💕

Voy a volver a ver este fanart múltiples veces al día, para que sepas lo feliz que me ha hecho 😭🥺🩷

world is theirs✨️

[starboye]

fuck me like you mad at me

miguel coming home mad blah blah blah he sees you showering something something he ends up fucking you

miguel just sat in the doorway of the bathroom, entranced by your soaking wet figure in the light, bringing hand lower to palm his hardening cock in his pants "you gonna keep watching or are you gonna join me" you peek your head out of shower to taunt him

and immediately he was taking off all his clothes and getting in the shower, his hands finding their way up and down your body before setting on your ass, pulling you closer to him to kiss, a quick one turning more heated and hungry until he was rock hard

"hard just from kissing hm" you ask wrapping your hand around his shaft and slowly pumping away "fuck" he lowly let's out under his breath "how bad do you want it" you tease rubbing the pad of your thumb along his slit "so bad" he groans, he couldn't hold it any longer before he had you pinned against the bathroom wall

rubbing his dick on your plush ass while making out with you, the water falling down his back as your body became more and more hot "fuck me" you whisper in between kisses and miguel couldn't say no to you looking all desperate, slowly pressing his aching dick into you

it felt so good being filled up by his thick cock, making your breath hitch in your throat before slowly letting out a shaky moan, timidly but surely miguel starts thrusting into you, his toned hips meeting with your ass over and over, making you both groan and moan out, his hand wrapping around your throat while his arm wraps around your waist

the water running down your ass just made this all the better, the way it bounced off with each stroke into you made miguels mind spin "oh fuck mi amor" he grunts turning your face to look up at his "harder" you match his thrusts with backing your ass up on him "yeah you like that" he smirks slamming into you harder

"mhm i love it so much" you moan, it felt so good you could feel your eyes rolling back, the bathroom now being filled with sounds of skin on skin slapping and moaning from you and miguel "i love you so fucking much" you whine "oh yeah how much do you love me" he aks tightening his fist around your neck

your tongue lolling out of you mouth as you silently beg for a kiss "slut" he chuckles leaning in to make out with you some more, his tongue going in and out of your mouth like he was fighting for dominance "f-fuck" you mutter into his mouth right before you cum onto the shower wall with a loud whine, your legs slightly giving out under you but miguel doesn't let you fall

keeping you up with his arm wrapped around you "i love the sounds you make when you cum" he smiles kissing the side of your neck "where do you want it" he asks "is that really even a question" you joke with a laugh, his hands move to your hips before pushing himself deeper, the tip of his cock grazing that spot he knows makes your head spin

"joder joder joder" (fuck in spanish according to google) miguel grunts cumming in you, making sure to duck every drop of it as deep as possible in your hole before slowly pulling out "bad day at work" you ask "how'd you know" he raises an eyebrow at your assumption "you fuck hard when you're mad" you laugh

xoxo, starboye💋

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[spidybaby]

Guess the price

Summary: You do the trend where you lie about the price of your products to your boyfriend.

Warnings: cursing

Barca Boys x Influencer!reader

Pedri

"Hola a todos!" You say to the camera in the bathroom. "I'm going to prank Pedri today, I will be doing a "sephora haul" but I'm exaggerating the prices of the things I got."

You grab the camera and cut the recording. You moved to your setup corner. Pedri knew it was your corner, so he tried to keep it free of mess.

"Pepi, please pass me the black and white bags on the bed?" You ask him. He nods, leaving his phone on the bed and walking over to you with the two bags of sephora makeup products. "Gracias." You smile.

"I'll be quiet over here." He says, kissing your cheek. "You look amazing, by the way."

"Thank you, guapo." You smile, grabbing his hand and squishing it. "I'll try to be quick so we can leave."

He nods, going back to the bed to check his phone. You place a mirror on the back wall behind you where you can see pedri on it. Exactly what you need to for the video.

You hit record once again. "Hi, let's unbox this bags I got at sephora." You smile. "As I said in my last video, I asked you guys for recommendations on makeup products that I can integrate on my routine." You say, taking the products off the bags.

Pedri is listening, he loves listening to you talk. Does he understand? No, but he hears how happy you sound and that's enough.

"I have this hourglass makeup brushes." You show them to the camera. "This one is their ambient soft glow foundation brush, this brush retails for 130 euros and -"

Pedri turns his head to where you are, 130 euros for a brush? He can get you a brush at the store for 1 euro.

"Before using the brush, I'm using this primer from ELF." You show the product. "I know it's super viral, and only for 76 euros."

He puts his phone down. "Qué mierda?" He whispers.

You can't help but smirk. Your eyes watch his reaction in the mirror from your phone screen. "So while I apply this, let me tell you about this foundation I got." You say, showing the foundation. "This is the ambient soft glow foundation, this was on sale for only 250 euros." You smile.

He covers his face with his hands. "No fucking way." He says loud enough for the camera to capture it. "250 fucking euros."

You smile, trying not to laugh. You place it on your face and take a few seconds of you using the brush.

You pause the video, grabbing other products. "Amor," He calls, you press record. "Not to be trying to mind your things, but isn't 250 a little too much?" He asks.

"What, no babe." You smile. "That's just normal makeup pricing." You say, noticing how he shakes his head no. "For concealer I have the Armani Beauty concealer, this retails for 199 on sale." You smile.

"No, Y/n." Pedri says. "You spent more than 600 euros in four products."

"Bebé, shhhh" You shush him. "Now guys, this concealer brush from rare beauty retails for 9-"

"A brush?" He scuffs. "Joder."

You can't help the scuff. "Shh, just a few steps more."

"Mamita querida." He sighs.

"This powder is the One Size powder, I love it so much, and the price is honestly a deal."

"Please don't." He says, covering his face again.

"Since sephora is about to have a sale, you can get this for only 379.99."

"Almost 400 euros." He says in a high-pitched voice. "How is that a deal?"

"Because it's 20 percent off." You say. "And this blush, Patrick Ta."

"Let me guess." He interrupts. "100 bucks?"

"Oh, Pedri." You laugh. "Don't be silly, it's 475." You smile.

"Stop, don't touch that," He yells. "We are taking this back."

You hold your laugh. "Pepi, this was final sale." You say. "Now this contou-"

"Noup," He says, grabbing the product out of your hands. "Videos over." He says, touching the screen, trying to pause it.

"Pedri." You say, taking it from him. You can't help but laugh. "It's a prank, amor. This stuff is not that expensive."

"Pero-" He says. "What?"

You can't help but laugh even harder at his confused face. "Guys, this is why we need to tell our boyfriends about makeup prices." You say, talking to the camera.

"Y/n, wait." Pedri says, reading the receipt. "Why is this brush 65 euros?" He asks, holding the brush.

You look at his and then at the camera. "Maybe they don't need to know about the prices."

"And who's is path and why his eyeshits more than 100?"

"Anyways, love you all." You say, cutting the video. "Pedri, give me that." You say, taking the receipt away. "Your t-shirt costs 400 euros, so cut it."

He opens his mouth. "I'll wait for you downstairs, my love." He smiles. "Take your time."

"That's what I thought." You say, smiling.

Gavi

"Hi guys, today my boyfriend is forcefully doing my makeup." You say, smiling at him.

"I don't know what I'm doing." He says.

"So, this is my routine." You say, giving him a paper with the order or the products. "Also, he's going to try to guess the price of the products."

He looks at the things with curiosity. "Where do I start?" He asks, eyebrow lifted. "How do I know if I'm doing great?"

"You'll do fine, Pabs." You peck him. "The products are in line in the same order as in the paper. The brushes are next to the products that they need to be used for."

He nods, checking the foundation. "Okay, this is the found-" He tries to read the name. "Who's Bobbi Brown?"

"The owner of the brand, love." You smile "how much do you think this costs?"

He tries to apply the foundation as he sees you do it. "Maybe 10 euros?" He asks, concentrating on the blending. "15?"

"Noup, 200." You say.

He pauses. "Two hun-"

"You're missing a spot." You say, pointing at tue spot. "Then you can use the egg like thing."

He nods. "Egg." He chuckles. "Vamos, that's fun." You smile.

"You have to guess the price." You remind him.

"For the egg?" He asks, you nod. "Mmm, 5 euros." He smile.

"Noup, 76."

He opens his eyes.

"No me jodas." He says. "This shit?"

"Amor" You chuckle. "Language."

"Joder, why is this so expensive?" He asks.

"It does the work." You nod. "Now after this, we need concealer." You smile.

He nods. "Don't tell me this is 300."

"Pfff, no." You say. "Only 175."

"Me cago en la p-"

"Pabs, why don't you tell the story of you getting the captain armband?" You change the topic.

"Ufff, eso fue increíble." He smiles, moving the Blender in the wrong way. "I only wore that band twice, and honestly, Pedri is the real one for allowing me to do it."

"We love Pedri." You smile.

"My hermano." Gavi chuckles. "Even tho he is a loser, I won last night ping pong game."

You smile. "Now, do some powder."

"Sip." He says, grabbing the powder.

"Tell my chicos what you are using. You smile.

"This is the hourglass powder." He reads the back of the product. "I think she likes it because it's really used." He jokes.

"Well, I need to save some coin because it is a 430 euros powder."

He lifts his eyes from the powder to your eyes. "How much did you just say?"

"But I think I like my loose powder even more." You grab the powder. "This is the YSL loose powder, it's 734 with discount."

"Fuck." He whispers. "What about the pink thingy?"

"Oh, that's cheap." You say, uninterested. "Only 225."

He drops the powder by accident. "Me cago en la -"

"My powder." You say, pretending to be mortified. "Pablo, that was limited edition."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to break."

"That was a thousand euros ." You say, pretending to cry.

"A thousand?" He yells. "You said it was 400."

"I lied." You fake cried. "I just didn't mean to sound so greedy."

You noticed him trying to pick the powder up from the flood. You look at the camera and try to hold your laugh.

"I'll get you a new one." He says, getting up and handing you the pieces of the powder. "Two if that makes you feel better." He pouts.

You kind of feel bad, he was all pouty, and with those big glassy eyes that make your heart go crazy.

"Oh Pabs, don't worry." You grab his face. "It's nothing."

"No, listen, it was me." He says, hugging you. "Let me make it up to you, let's go and get you a new everything."

You look at the camera and then at him, you shrug and smile at him. "Alright." You smile. "I'll grab my purse, wait for me in the car?" You ask.

He nods, happy that he can fix his mistakes. "Bueno." He pecks you, running out of the room.

You wait for him to close the door. "Listen, you and I know that you would do the same." You say to the camera. "Anyways, I'll post this as soon as I go back." You say, throwing the broke packaging of powder on the trash can. "And you are getting a haul, so don't judge me."

"Who's judging you?" Gavi asks.

"Nobody, let's go." You say, stopping the recording and pressing the "drafts" button to save the video. "Nobody, baby."

Ferran

"Vamos!" Ferran says, seating next to you. "Let's play the game."

"Calm down, Fer." You laugh. "You are so winning this."

You can't help but want to laugh at him. He seems so confident, but he didn't even guess what's next for him.

"Want to do the honors?" You ask, pointing at the phone.

"Hola, chicos" He smiles. "I'm the one and only, the shark, the inimaginable hat trick scorer." He says, smiling and posing for the camera.

"And I'm Y/n!" You laugh. "And WE are playing Guess the Price. Where Ferran will try to guess the price on my makeup."

"Easy, I know a lot about makeup." He smiles. "I know my Dior." He praises.

"Is this the best time to tell you I don't wear Dior?"

"Well, if I win I'm getting you some Dior." He smiles. "Let's begin."

You grab the product. "This is a primer, the brand is Gucci." You show him. "Price?"

"Easy, 90 dollars." He says, proud of himself.

You smile. "And your answer is," You sto to make drums sounds. "Incorrect, it's 300."

"For a cream?" He asks. "I get it, it's Gucci."

"What about this one?"

"That's a Chanel thing." He thinks. "And Gucci was 300, maybe 250?"

"Noup, 75." You smile.

He frowns. "No!" He says, taking the bottle out of your hands. "How?"

You look over at the camera, lifting your eyebrows. "What about this?"

He shakes his head. "Never heard of ELF." He looks at the packaging. "30?"

"That's 175." You smirk. "Did you guys see last night game?" You ask the camera. "Ferran scored a hattrick! Oh my gosh! Now this one."

You take the ELF packaging out of his hands, now placing the Too faced one.

"Better than sex?" He asks, looking at it confused. "Nothing is better than sex." He scuffs. "Five, and that's being generous."

"That's a 200 euros mascara."

"Damn, does it spit on it to make it slide easier?" He asks, throwing it back on the counter.

"Ferran!" You say, looking surprised at him. "What is wrong with you?" You laugh.

"What's next? He asks, laughing too. "Is this a thousand euros Blush?"

"No, it's 65." You say, giving him a look. "What? I like my blushes from Hermes!"

He looks over at the camera. "Are you hearing this?" He asks. "Anyways, what's next?"

You grab a lipstick from primark. Placing it on his hand. "Mmm 3 euros?"

"Yes!" You smile, even tho he's not right, you are giving him the satisfaction. "Good job, babe."

"You hear that?" He asks to the phone. "Shark mentality, never give up, eat your greens, meditate and remember you are amazing!"

"We are not done." You call him, watching him getting out of the room.

"I win, now let's go." He smiles. "Drinks on me!"

Your mouth forms an "o," looking at him and back at the camera.

Fermin

"Hello" You whisper. "Fermin is about to come here and watch something on the TV, I want to pull this prank where I talk to you about my skin care and makeup routine, but faking the prices."

You wait for fermin to walk and get comfortable on the sofa. You try your best to set up the camera so you can film his reaction.

"As I promised yesterday, I'm going to be going through my skincare and makeup routine." You explain at the camera.

You grab your moisturizing cream. "This is my favorite cream, it hydrate really well, and it helps with skin smoothening." You show the bottle. "I got this during a trip to Italy, it was around 2 thousand euros, but its worth it."

Fermin can't help but turn his head around. The price you just mentioned was crazy for the small bottle you are holding.

"I also have this night cream, it was a little bit more expensive, but it works wonders." You show the night cream. "It was 3 thousand, and that's with a discount."

Fermin makes a sound, you can describe it as a surprised one. "Are you okay, Fer?" You ask, turning your head.

"Si," He clears his throat. "Continue, sorry."

"So guys, this foundation I told you about on a video." You show a random foundation. "This is liquid magic, and for the price? Can you believe that 750 euros can make you look so smooth and glowy?"

"Seven, what?" He says. "Wow."

You pretend you can't hear him. "And if you want a real deal, this powder from La Praire is on sale with the code D U M B." You spell the letters, trying to hold the laugh. "It will take 50 percent off. You only pay 979 with shipping included."

You can see on the screen how he's now turned all the way. "How is that a deal?" He asks.

"Because it is 50 percent off." You say, sounding obnoxious about it. "The first time I bought it, I paid 135 for the shipping. It comes all the way from Paris."

"For shipping?" He asks again. "Just the shipping?"

"Fer, it's a very expensive brand." He smiles.

"Oh my God." He says, grabbing his head. "You spend how much on a cream you mentioned?"

"Which one?" You ask. "The pink one, the blue one or the green one?"

"You only mentioned the pink and green one." He points out.

"True, the blue one is a very nice one. Use it to fill your pores and to smooth texture, it will cost you some money but you can work it amazingly."

"How much?" He asks, getting up from his place.

"5 thousand." You smile. "But if you use the code S T U P I D, you get a 5% discount."

"S T U-" He tries spelling. "Hey!"

You laugh, mistakingly throwing the blue cream fall on to the floor. You can't help but feel your stomach hurt for so much from the laughs.

"The cream!" He yells, trying to save it.

"Fermin! That cream is on sale at sephora, for fifteen euros." You laugh.

He looks at you confused, then at the cream, then at you, then at the cream again. "So, no expensive cream?"

"Amor, this is a prank!" You say, pointing at the phone that is still recording. "Say hi!"

He looks at you confused, "hi?"

"Anyways, love you, bye bye!"

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[didishawn]

Can you do a pedri smut where whenever he wins mvp he gets the best head ever. If your not comfortable with that I totally get it anyways love your docs 💕💕

MVP STANDS FOR MOST VALUABLE PARTNER (Pedri x Reader)

warnings: smut, oral sex, lots of spanish

Masterlist

They feel so far into the past, those days in which your boyfriend was said to be made out of crystal, so injury prone that those who used to love him, wanted him to be sold.

You loved Xavi, but can't help but adore Hansi for saving the love of your life.

Tears stream down your cheeks, Rosy hugging you and Fer and Fernando celebrating, as Pedri turns to all four of you, showing off his MVP-that by now, you are used to him getting, but it always has you happily crying as he grins at you.

It takes a while, until they let you all go down to the pitch, his arms wide open as you hug into him and feel him softly kiss your head.

"Está guapo, eh" he brags, showing off the silver trophy decorated with stars. (fancy, right?)

"Dos seguidos, el resto de centrocampistas del mundo estàn temblando" you nod, helding into the trophy as he passes it to you, going on to hug his parents and brother. (two in a row, the rest of the world's midfielders are trembling)

"Pues como debe ser," Fer says, giving a slight slap to his brother's neck. Pedri pouts, going back to you once again as he embraces you from the back, his cheek rubbing against yours. "Que se enteren que se ha acabado la tontería, y que mi hermanito es el mejor" (as they should...let them find out that this shit is over and that my brother is the best)

His parents laugh as they agree, the three of them moving on to chat with the other players as they congratulate them. Pedri stays right there with you, kissing your cheek as you watch as the stadium slowly empties itself, enjoying the slight chillines in Barcelona's air.

His hold on you gets a bit tighter as you feel him leand down to whisper into your ear. "Ya escuchaste a Fer, soy el mejor, y por lo tanto, creo que me merezco un premio" (you heard Fer, I am the best, so, I think I deserve a reward)

You roll your eyes, yet can feel your sheeks flushing as you turn to look at him, giving the MVP trophy back, your arms around his neck, placing a small kiss on his lips. "¿No te basta con el trofeo?" (the trophy is not enough?" (the trophy is not enough?)

His eyes are stuck on your lips, grinning as he shakes his head. "Ambos sabemos que el trofeo no es lo que quiero" (we both know it's not the trophy what I want)

Pedri's parents are... somewhere

Fer is out getting drunk

But none of that matters at the moment when he sounds so pretty moaning out for how well your lips feel wrapped around his cock.

His hand is on your head, trying to regain some of the control you took from him -even if you both know, he is too far gone to think at all.

"¡Joder!" he groans as you take him in deeper, the tip of his cock kissing the back of your throat, your hands massaging all that doesn't fit. "Tú si que sabes como volverme loco" (you really know how to make me go crazy)

His head pushes back as your tongue teases the vein that goes all the way down his member. His moans are loud, breathy, and you can sense he is already close by the way he pulses inside your mouth.

You let him go for a moment, hand going up and down on his length as you plase a small kiss on his tip, tongue licking out the white fluid that comes out of it. You reach down again, and his grip on your head is tight as you lick all the way down his cock, taking on of his balls inside your mouth as your hand massaes the other.

He is whining now, almost begging for you to let him cm as you go on to suck his other ball, your free hand teasing his tip as he starts uncontrollably trembling, You go on to massage his entire length again, and he is almost up on his feet as his hips chase after your touch.

"Bua, me vas a dejar seco" he groans out, his accent thick as he is starry eyed by how good you feel rewarding him on his performannce. It feels like heaven inside your mouth as you take him all the way in once again, deepthroating him as you massage his sack, spit running down the skin, balls full of release and ready to let go. (you are gonna leave me dry)

He wants it, needs it -and so do you, judging by the way you tighten your throat around him as you stare deep into his dark eyes, almost as if you are begging for his cum to go down your throat.

He is not about to deny you anything, whole body trembling as he finally lets go, release shooting down your throat as he thrusts inside. It's a long one, his world turned white as he enjoys the sweet extasis you have given him.

It takes him a while to come down from it, no longer inside your mouth, as you clean his cock up with yor tongue, hand massaging his tummy to help him relax.

But by the way he looks at you, you can tell he isn't looking forward to a relaxing time.

His cock is starting to harden again, and his fingers tease your most sensitive part.

A long night is ahead of the two of you.

[justageekk]

hiiii can you write a smut fic with pedri where he’s angry after a bad game so he takes it on out y/n by fucking her so hard she squirts over and over again

IN WHERE: your boyfriend comes home angry after a game and now he just wants to fuck you.

THIS ONE SHOT IS: fem!reader x pedri gonzales

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

w: smut, p in v, squirts, creampie, rough sex, dialogues in spanish (translation at the end of each one).

request open!

“Pedri… por favor, joder,” you moaned as his cock slammed into that sweet spot inside your pussy. (“Pedri… please, fuck.”)

He was furious. Inter had just knocked Barcelona out of the Champions League, and Pedri was angrier than ever.

The only thing he wanted now was to let it all out — and he found no one but you, his girlfriend, to do it with.

You’d lost count of how many times you’d come. One after another. Your mind was drunk on pleasure.

Your body barely responded. Your legs were trembling, your pussy was burning, and still Pedri kept fucking you like he didn’t care about anything else.

“Mira cómo estás…” he growled through gritted teeth, his nails digging into your hips as he kept thrusting without mercy. (“Look at you…”)

“P… por favor, no puedo más…” you whimpered. (“P… please, I can’t anymore…”)

“Sí puedes. Vas a aguantar hasta que se me pase la rabia, ¿me oíste?” (“Yes, you can. You’re going to take it until I get this anger out, you hear me?”)

His tone was dry. This wasn’t the usual sweet Pedri. No — now you were getting all his frustration, all his rage… straight into your pussy.

He yanked your hair, forcing your head up so you’d look at him over your shoulder.

“¿Sabes qué me jode más? Que nadie en ese puto equipo tenga los huevos de pelear. Nadie.” He slammed into you harder, making you slam against the couch. (“You know what pisses me off the most? That no one on that fucking team has the balls to fight. No one.”) “Pero tú sí los tienes, ¿verdad? Tú sí puedes aguantar.” (“But you do, don’t you? You can take it.”)

“¡Ah! ¡Joder, Pedri!” you cried. (“Ah! Fuck, Pedri!”)

Another squirt burst out of you uncontrollably, soaking his balls, wetting your thighs.

“Otra vez. Quiero que te corras otra puta vez.” (“Again. I want you to cum one more fucking time.”)

“P… pero…” (“B… but…”)

“Te dije que me dejes vaciarme, coño. No preguntes.” (“I told you to let me empty myself, fuck. Don’t ask.”)

You had no choice. He picked you up, threw you onto the dining table, and kept fucking you without pause.

Your screams filled the apartment.

You weren’t thinking anymore. You were just body, sweat, and a wild, primal need to please him.

Pedri clenched his jaw, threw his head back, and came inside you, deep, so deep you felt the heat bloom inside your core.

“Pedri… amor,” you whispered, voice broken, tangled in your moans. (“Pedri… love.”)

“No me llames así ahora,” he muttered. “No me lo pongas difícil.” (“Don’t call me that now. Don’t make it harder for me.”)

And without warning, he lifted your right leg and propped it up on the table, changing the angle. His cock hit that exact spot — the one that made you see stars — over and over again.

“Pedri… no, si me sigues así me voy a— ¡joder!” (“Pedri… no, if you keep going like this I’m gonna— fuck!”)

Your back arched violently. A spasm shot through your spine and you exploded into an orgasm you didn’t even ask for. One that ripped a scream straight out of your throat.

Another.

Another hot squirt gushed out of you, soaking his pelvis, his abs, the whole table, and part of the floor. Your thighs shook uncontrollably, and your hands clung to the edge as if you were about to fall.

“Hostia puta…” Pedri murmured, staring at you like he couldn’t believe what he’d just done. (“Holy fuck…”)

You couldn’t even speak. Your breath came in broken gasps, your skin burned, and your pussy throbbed with the aftershocks of his final thrusts. He noticed. And finally fucked you three more times.

Then he came again. Another goddamn time. He spilled himself inside you with such force that his legs gave out, and he collapsed on top of you, panting. You felt his hot cum flood you, leaking down your thighs, mixing with your own juices.

At last — silence.

Your legs gave out completely, and he caught you. He lifted you into his arms without saying a word, like you were something fragile. Your eyes were half-closed, your body limp, still trembling from how hard you’d come.

He carried you to the bathroom. Turned the shower on. Warm water started running as he stepped in with you, letting your body rest against his chest.

“Lo siento, amor…” he whispered. “Me pasé. Me pasé muchísimo.” (“I’m sorry, love… I went too far. Way too far.”)

© justageekk, 2025

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hello!✨ I'm kind of back to writing, truth is I've been wanting to write some things these past weeks however it's been impossible for me to be able to come up with something, I'm having serious writers block😭it's a bit frustrating because I love writing😭😭😭 but I'll try my best to end all the requests and hopefully fully come back!🫶🏻

This is a kind of small reaction with Barça Boys (Pedri, Gavi, Fermín and Ferran) , let me know what you guys think!✨

Slam Car Door

Pedri:

He jumped in his seat, his eyes wide as he saw you slam the door of his car

"Madre mía" (Dear god) He whispered, you opened the door to his car

"I'm so sorry" You say with your hand covering your mouth "I didn't meant to, I couldn't grab the door properly and the wind knocked it out of my hands"

"No te preocupes, amor. Ten cuidado, ¿Sí?" (Don't worry, love. Be careful, yeah?) You nod smiling

"¿Compro un kilo o dos de plátano?" (Should I buy one or two kilos of bananas?) You ask

"Dos. Uno pa' ti y el otro pa'mi" (Two. One for you and the other for me) You laugh nodding

"Got it" You went to close the door and Pedri once again jumped when you slammed the door. His mouth opened and one of his hands moved in question

"Amor" You could read his lips from the window

"It's the wind! It's the wind!" You hurriedly say opening the door once again

"Be careful, bonita. The door can break and-"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I'll be careful" You say blowing him a kiss, closing the door.

"Y/N!" He yells when he sees you slamming the door "¡Preciosa!"

"What?" You ask giggling

"Stop doing that!"

"What am I doing?!"

"When we get home I swear I'll slam the door of our bathroom!"

"Don't you dare, Pedro González!"

Gavi:

"Any other thing you want me to buy?" You ask lifting your head up from the notes on your phone to look at your two years boyfriend

"I think that would be it"

"You sure? I don't want to forget anything"

"You can add the things we might need to do burguers"

"You want to eat burguers?" He nods smiling softly, you smile before writing down the items you'll need for the dinner "And that's it?" You look down at his hand in your thigh and played with his fingers.

"Yes I think that would be it, unless you'd like to add something at last minute"

"Probably I will" He laughs "I'll be going then" You undo the seatbelt "Hopefully in fifteen minutes, I'm back" You lean over to kiss his cheek.

"Take your time, preciosa"

He grabs his bottle of water from the cupholder and drinks from it. Only to get choked up by it when he hears the slam, his pouty face turns into his famous frown, eyes full of confusion.

"Are your parents coming tomorrow, right? Or is it next week? I'll be cooking your mom's favorite, so should I buy the ingredients now or wait until we're on a closer date?"

"They're coming next week" He confirms what you already know

"So, should I buy them later?" He nods

"Yes, tomatoes can get bad really quick so it's better that way" He nods his eyebrows furrowed. He looked so cute, you wanted to laugh.

"Perfecto, gracias" (Perfect, thanks) You close the door once again, before almost leaving you saw his eyes wide open, trying to figure out how to call you out on this. "Also, do you want me to buy the big jar of nuts?" You ask "or maybe the medium"

"Any of them it's fine" He nods "Something's wrong?"

"No, why?"

"It seems like you're mad"

"I'm not, baby. Why do you say that?" He gets quiet for a minute before shaking his head "Nothing" He whispers "Try not close the door so hard, bebé"

You look at the door before letting a small -oh- acting as if you didn't knew what was bothering him "Did I close it too hard?" He nods instantly

"Joder, si" (Fuck yeah)

"Ay, lo siento" (Sush, I'm sorry) You nod "I'll be careful" You say blowing him a kiss, he winks back at you, you smile and stopped for a few seconds before slamming the door shut.

You could only see his eyes wide open and the "Me cago en la-" he let out before you ran away while laughing, soon you heard the sound of the honk of your boyfriend's car and his yell of your name. You made sure to buy his favorite chocolate cake that day.

Fermín:

"Want me to go with you, amor?"

"Don't worry, Fer. You can stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes" You lean over to kiss his cheek twice before he moved his head and crashed his lips into yours

"Be careful" He said before giving you another kiss, you giggle

"I'll re-stock my girly things and be back in a few minutes"

"I know but still" You smile

"Te quiero mucho más" You say "Want me to bring something for you?"

"I'm so in love with you, you're too cute"

"Te quiero"

"A muffin would do"

"Got it" You got out of the car and without looking back you slammed the door, you started walking but the honk of your boyfriend's car interrupted you "What's up?"

"I think the door wasn't closed"

"Oh! Let me do it again" You slammed the door once again, a bit stronger than before "Better?" You asked and he shook his head

"Not yet" You opened it and closed it again "More" You did it once again putting all of your strenght, you winced a bit in this last one

"Now?"

"Nope"

"Fermín!"

"You were the one starting it, mi amor!"

Ferran:

"¡Ostras!" (Fuck!) "Cuidado, un poco mas y se te devuelve la puerta, preciosa" (Careful, a little more and the door will be returned to you, precious)

"I'm so sorry, Fer! I didn't meant to!"

"That you pay for my door insurance, nena"

"Ferran, stop. It wasn't that bad!"

"Que no fue tan mal? Casi me tiras la puerta en la cara!" (It wasn't that bad? You almost threw the door in my face)

"Exagerado" (Exaggerated)

"Not exaggerated, I'm just taking precautions" You roll your eyes

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Torres. I'll go" He nods

"I'll be waiting for you, beautiful" You smile and close the door once again. You looked at Ferran who simply looked at you, you tried your best to hold your laughter

"What?"

"I know what you're doing and you won't get any reaction from me!"

"What do you think I'm doing?!"

"You dislike this car and want me to buy another one, right?"

"That's not-"

"Save it. I'll do it"

"No! If you want a new car you don't have to say I influenced you"

"But you did" He said "My mind's already setting everything up"

"But I didn't! All I was doing was slamming your car door to see your reac-" You cut yourself off and Ferran's eyebrows went up lightly. You fell in his trap.

"¿Estabas tirando la puerta de mi coche?" (Were you slamming my cars door?)

"In my defense... I was trying to see your reaction and I didn't do it that hard!"

"No, ¡Un poco más y la puerta llega a mi cara!" (No, a bit more and the door gets to my face!)

"¡Mentira!" (Liar!)

"Venga, vamos" (C'mon, let's go) "I'll go with you"

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[barcapix]

Can I request for a possessive Pedri being very angry at a guy who just can’t take no and stop harassing his girlfriend. We all know he is normally someone with a calm head but let’s just say when things escalate he will change gears because he will do anything to protect the people he love. Hurt comfort with a sensitive topic as I draw inspiration from incidents irl.

✮ Protective4You - Pedri González

pedri gonzalez x fem!reader

sy: pedri is always collected, conserved and private. but when he finds his girlfriend in trouble, even at the expense of his own game, he’ll risk his whole calm persona.

a/n: i tried to make this as comforting as possible because nobody deserves any type of harrasmenet, but my inbox is always open if you want to chat. i hope your safe ml 🩷

warnings: some stalkish behaviour, brief harassment, cussing but mostly comfort.

“d’you come here alone often?”

there’s too many people around you, but nobody’s listening.

everyone’s too caught up in the match, screaming, shouting nonsense at the pitch, to themselves, to their friends. and nobody’s listening.

the man’s voice is smooth, alluring. “that’s rare for a pretty girl like yourself.”

he just wont stop talking to you. clearly, he’s intoxicated—theres a stale booze smell lingering from his mouth, occasionally flashing a cigarette between his lips.

you merely give him a tight-lipped smile. “im just trying to watch the game.”

you’ve already shuffled away, rejected and, told him that you weren’t interested but he just couldn’t accept the hint. what makes matters worst is that his voice is so honeyed, that it doesn’t catch anybody’s attention against the loud screech’s of the crowd.

the man leans in, his decayed breath skimming your neck. “y’know, its better to watch the game with company,” there’s a slight slur in the way he speaks.

you close your eyes with a wince. “im okay thanks.”

the guy lets out a frutasted sigh, like hes getting more pissed off at your reluctance than anything. his sigh grates at your ear—sharp, guttural like hes about to say something else.

maybe worse. maybe louder.

“i’ll guarantee you fun,” he takes a step closer. only briefly—does his arm slip around your waist as if he’s about to pull you against him.

you don’t know what stops him.

your grip tightens around the drink in your hand, warm and watery now. a flush of nausea hurdles at the pit of your stomach and you feel your throat close. “please. just leave me alone.”

your voice comes out thin, shaky and that’s when you hear it.

a sudden roar from the crowd, louder than ever shoots through your ears and it briefly pulls you out of your frozen stance. that’s why he stops.

heads turn. gasps expel. screams screech. through a blur, you see a player sprinting—straight towards the stands, towards you.

pedri.

he leaps over the barriers like it’s nothing, boots sliding against the concrete steps and security hardly has time to react before he was infront of you, eyes locked onto the guy.

pedri instantly fists the guys shirt, yanking him away from you. “¿qué carajo crees que estás haciendo?!” (what the fuck do you think your doing)

the guy scoffs, his hands in surrender. “oy—oye! relax man i was just—”

“just what?” he snarls, his brows arched in fury. “you think just because no one’s watching, you can put your hands on her?”

the guy squirms. “its not that serious herma—”

“si lo es,” pedri spits. “dont talk, dont look at her, joder—dont even fucking breathe next to her again. and if i ever see you near her again..”

pedri reels him in, nose to nose. “you’ll leave here with more than a bruised arm.”

then, he pushes him back, enough to knock his balance. the stranger palls with shock, hastily scrambling away through the bodies of people.

you stand there in paralysation, pedri’s voice is barely auidable over the thumping in your ears; you faintly feel the weight of his arms circling around your body as he lifts you up.

everything happens too fast.

your eyes are hugely blurry, your breaths are uneven and you just felt stuck. araujo and gavi come hurdling over the barriers, clearing out a path for you both.

“dont focus on them, focus on me,” you manage to hear him say, holding onto you tighter. “i’ll get you out of here, mi amor.”

you reach the locker room, the door clicks with a dull thud. pedri doesnt hesitate when he cradled you upon the bench, crouching infront of you.

your chest rises, painfully and irregular. vision swims with tears, and the noise from the stadium falls away like water in your ears.

delicately, pedri’s hands found yours, the warmth of his fingertips brushing over your chapped knuckles, then over your palms.

“mira,” he begins softly, nothing like the bite it held moments ago. “breathe with me, okay? breathe.”

you warily nod, squeezing onto his forearm.

”inhale with me,” he whispers. “okay.. now exhale. good. you’re doing good. now again.”

he stayed there, counting each breath of yours, with one hand resting atop your knee while the other stayed intertwined with yours.

finally, your breathing pattern recovers: shallow but steady.

“im so sorry,” you rasp, blinking with wet eyelashes. “i didn’t know what to do,” your voice cracks, “i couldn’t—i could only—”

“hey,” pedri’s voice lowers as he cuts you off. “none of that. don’t ever apologise to me, none of that was your fault.”

another tear falls before you can stop it, but his thumb catches it.

“you didn’t do anything wrong, not even close,” he whispers a little firmly, like he needed you to believe it. “you refused him, that should of been it. and i swear if see that guy in the streets or anywhere—”

he trails off, the rest of the sentence swallowed down like fire on his tongue.

“what about the cameras? did you see how many people were recording?” you begin to panic. “i mean—what will they—”

the boy shakes his head. “i don’t care what the cameras caught. what people see. i don’t care if they ban or suspend me,”

his thumb finds a path back to your cheek, catching another tear that your eyelashes dropped, wiping it across your pale skin.

“you’re the only thing that matters to me.”

you reach for him then, finally regaining any strength back to hurl yourself into him. and the moment your fingers curl into his jersey, he welcomes you in.

pedri slung your legs over his hips, swiftly twisting you on his lap as he took your place on the bench. you tuck yourself away into the indent of his shoulder, his head resting over yours.

the way he held you was so precious.

his arms string across your torso like vines, holding you ever-so tightly so that you couldn’t fall. they move featherlight over your spine, circling shapes over your back like a lullaby.

“i wish i could take it all away from you,” he vows. “every single second of it.”

pedri tightens his hold around your frail frame, cupping the back of your head as if he’s trying to shield you away from anything else. his nose brushes the crown of your hair to sooth you.

“you’re the strongest person i know. but you don’t always have to be with me,” he reassures. “let me be strong for you, neña.”

your heartbeats starts to slow, syncing with his—his voice, arms, the rhythm of his chest beneath your cheek—it’s all so gentle.

“i love you pedri,” he’d heard it a million times before but it wouldn’t kill you to say it again.

the player moves his head slightly to nibble at your neck, barely a breath. “i love you more.”

before you let sleep pull you away, you hear him, sure: “i’d tear the whole world apart before i let anyone hurt you. until i take my last breath.”

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