#marc Bernal x femeni!reader

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Heeeeeey hope you’re having a wonderful day or night sweetie

So I’m a law student right and we do these things called mock trials it’s basically fake court trials but like I’m a person who cannot control their facial expressions and can’t control their laugh so it takes me so much practice at home to have some self control so how about something like reader practicing a trial at home with Marc Bernal?

Thank you in advance 💜

↬❥ Love court

Marc Bernal x Fem!Reader

sy: You are a lawyer, but in simulated classes, you can't stay serious. So you decided to ask your boyfriend for help..

a/n: I'm sorry if this isn't what you asked for, I researched the subject a lot and studied a lot, and still didn't understand anything!💔! And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.

warnings: Marc Bernal being a cute and funny boyfriend. Cute content.

Y/N was determined to take this mock trial seriously. The problem? She simply couldn't keep her composure. Her face betrayed every thought that passed through her mind and, to make matters worse, her tendency to laugh at the wrong times had already earned her some dubious looks from the teachers.

That's why she decided she needed intensive training. And who better to help than Marc Bernal?

“Come on, honey, if the defendant is even remotely funny, you’re doomed!” Marc said, leaning back on the couch while holding a notepad, clearly taking his role as “opposing counsel” far too seriously.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but a smile escaped before she could control herself.

“That’s what we’re here for! I need to get better. So no jokes, Marc. Let’s go!”

He cleared his throat, adjusting his posture and placing imaginary glasses on his face.

“Your Honorable Judge… and a beautiful one, by the way… we are here today because my client, Miss S/N, is being accused of very serious crimes.”

“What crimes?” She crossed her arms, trying to keep her tone professional.

Marc paused dramatically.

“Stealing blankets at night and murdering popcorn on the couch.”

Y/N bit her lip to hold back her laughter, but Marc's mocking expression made it harder.

“Protest!” she said, trying to be serious.

“Denied,” Marc replied immediately. “Let’s get to the facts. For consecutive nights, my client was caught pulling all the blankets to his side of the bed, leaving this poor citizen exposed to the unrelenting cold.

“That’s not true!” Y/N shot back, trying to contain her laughter. “I’ll share the blanket… eventually.”

“Eventually is not always, my dear. And more! We have concrete evidence that the accused destroyed an entire bucket of popcorn, which was clearly not just for her!”

He was dramatically pointed to the table, where an empty popcorn bucket actually sat.

Y/N closed her eyes at him.

“Witnesses?”

Marc smiled.

“Mr. Popcorn Bucket is here to testify.”

He held the empty bucket and made a thin voice:

"It's true, your honor! I saw everything! She said she would share, but in the end, I was left with nothing!" He made a high-pitched voice.

This time, Y/N couldn't hold it in. A laugh escaped her and she fell back onto the couch, covering her face.

“It can’t be serious…”

Marc leaned forward, a victorious gleam in his eyes.

“You may laugh at our mock trial, but you won’t laugh at the real one. Come on, take a deep breath and try again!”

S/N hired fund, adjusting her stance.

“Okay, okay. I’m ready. Let’s do this right now.”

Marc cleared his throat, returning to his “professional seriousness.”

“So, Ms. S/N, tell us: what do you have to say about the accusations?”

She headed straight for him, keeping her face neutral.

“I do not confirm or negotiate with these discussions.”

Marc arched an eyebrow.

“Hmm, interesting. But if you’re not to blame, how do you explain the cold nights I spent?”

“Maybe… it’s a circulation problem?” she suggested, trying to sound convincing.

He pretended to write it down on the notepad.

“Ah, so you’re to blame for my cardiovascular system? Intriguing. But let’s get back to the popcorn bucket case.”

Y/N raised her hand.

“Objection! That’s irrelevant!”

“Denied,” Marc replied with a mischievous smile. “The popcorn bucket is a victim in this case, and deserves justice.”

She sighed dramatically.

“Okay, I admit it! I ate all the popcorn. But in my defense, you were distracted by the game on TV and I was hungry!”

Marc put his hand on his chest, feigning indignation.

“Then admit your guilt!”

Y/N crossed her arms.

“Can the judge at least grant a light sentence?”

He scratched his chin, pretending to ponder.

“Hmm… maybe. How about… a kiss as payment for your crimes?”

She laughed, rolling her eyes.

“That doesn’t look very professional to me.”

“But it seems fair,” he retorted, stepping closer.

She sighed, feigning reluctance.

“Okay, accept the sentence.”

When their lips met, Y/N had to admit that perhaps the mock trial hadn’t been as serious as it should have been. But at least she was practicing self-control… in a way.

[valiwrites]

Hiiiii hope ur doing great 💗

Can I request the jacked and kind challenge with Marc Bernal with his 4’11 gf?

JACKED AND KIND ✧.* marc bernal

pairing: marc bernal x reader warnings: mentions of watching p0rn as a joke, VERY SHORT, i tried doing this the longest i could but i really didn't know how to :(

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"Marc!" Y/N called out, bursting into her boyfriend's room. He was lying on the bed and jumped when he saw her rush in, yelling.

"Why did you scream like that? Like I caught you watching porn or something?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Please tell me I didn't."

Y/N made a face, cringing.

"No, no, God no," Marc quickly responded, sitting up. "You just scared the crap out of me," he added, placing a hand on his chest.

"Your mom let me in," Y/N said, walking over to hug him around the waist. There was a big height difference between them—her 4'11" frame and his 6'2" stature. She looked up at him with a spark in her eyes.

"I have a new TikTok idea," she said, practically bouncing with excitement.

"Again?" Marc groaned, pulling away.

"Yes! It's called 'Jacked and Kind.' You pick me up by my hips and lift me onto your shoulder," she said with a grin.

"I'm gonna die," Marc joked.

"I'm not that heavy!" she said, sounding almost offended.

"I know, bebé," he replied as she positioned her phone on his desk next to his computer.

She hit play and began lip-syncing while Marc grabbed her hips and lifted her onto his shoulder. When the video ended, he carefully put her down.

"See? You're still alive," Y/N teased.

"Barely," Marc said, rubbing his back jokingly, only for Y/N to jab his ribs.

"Ouch!" he whined, laughing.

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ok i cant decide which to do first so yes (all will be published but this is the order)

ALL ARE SMAUS !!!

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the barca boys reaction to you calling them your husband?

↬❥ Their reaction when you call them husband.

BARCELONA REACTION

sy: You calling him husband

a/n: I couldn't put Marc Bernal, sorry!🥺. And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

warnings: Cute, sooooo cute, SO CUTE!

Pablo Gavi

Your aunt, always curious about your love life, leaned over the dinner table and said, with a mischievous smile:

“So, Y/N? What’s so special about your boyfriend that he finally won you over?”

Without thinking much, and perhaps wanting to provoke Gavi a little, you say:

“Ah, yes. My HUSBAND only needed to be him to win me over.”

The sound of cutlery hitting plates stopped.

Your mother's eyes widened, your father coughed in surprise, and your aunt almost dropped her glass. But the best reaction of all was Gavi's.

He froze in place, brown eyes wide in shock. Husband?! Her mouth progressively opened, and an instant blush rose on her face.

“W-What?!” He finally managed to say, looking at you, completely lost. You held back a laugh and squeezed his hand.

“I’m kidding! But the way you get nervous, who knows, maybe one day, right?”

Then, a mischievous smile appeared on his lips. He leaned towards you, whispering softly:

“Then you better start training like my wife, because now I can’t escape it.”

Pedri

Pedri and S/N were sitting on the couch, watching a random movie. He was distracted, fiddling with his cell phone, while S/N tried to find a comfortable position leaning against him.

“Honey, get me the popcorn?” she asked, slyly.

He asked and picked up the bowl next to him, handing it to her without taking his eyes off his phone.

“Thank you, husband.”

Time seemed to stop for a second. Pedri froze, looking away at Y/N with raised eyebrows, a smile playing on his lips.

“What did you call me?” I asked, now fully aware of her.

Y/N saw what she had said and tried to hide it, shrugging her shoulders.

“Hey, I was just telling the truth.”

Pedri laughed, putting his cell phone aside and approaching her.

“Husband, is that it? Are you promoting me without telling me?”

“Maybe…” she said, eating some popcorn, trying to hide her smile.

He couldn't resist and pulled her closer, leaving a long kiss on her forehead.

“I like that. You can call me that more often.”

And with a sparkle in his eyes, he went back to watching the movie, but now with a silly smile that didn't leave his face.

Pau Cubarsí

Training had ended, and Pau Cubarsí was still on the field, kicking the ball lightly as he waited for you. He had come to watch a session, and as always, he tried to impress you—even if you said he wasn’t.

As he approached, he smiled. “You’re the best, husband.”

Frozen dick. The ball slipped from his feet, rolling away, but he didn't care. His face turned red in an instant, and he looked at you as if he hadn't heard you right.

“What?” he asks, his voice progressively shaking.

You laugh at his occurrence. “What’s wrong? You didn’t like it?”

He looks away, scratching the back of his neck. “I-it’s not that… It’s just—” He sighs and tries to compose himself, but the goofy smile that appears on his lips gives it all away. “Say it again.”

“Husband?” you repeat, gradually leaning towards him.

This time, he smiles broadly, full of confidence, and puts an arm around her shoulders. Covering her face with kisses. “I like that. You should call me that more often.”

And from the sparkle in his eyes, I knew he wouldn't let this moment be forgotten any time soon.

Hector Fort

Hector Fort was a meticulous man, always impeccable, always out of control. But at that moment he was unprepared. You were just making a simple cake.

“Husband, can you pass me the sugar?” you asked casually, not even looking at him as you stirred your coffee.

The silence that fell was almost comical. Hector blinked once. Then twice. His lips parted, but no words came out.

“What?” his voice finally came out, slightly hoarse.

You looked at him as if nothing had happened.

“Sugar, Hector”

He handed you the jar, but kept his eyes fixed on you, trying to decipher what it did. A slip? A test? Or, perhaps, an unconscious desire?

You blew on your coffee and chuckled. “Is there a problem, husband?”

This time, it was impossible to ignore the faint blush that crept up his neck. Hector cleared his throat, crossed his arms, and looked away.

“You’re kidding me, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” You took a sip of coffee and raised an eyebrow. “Maybe not.”

He stared at you for a few seconds before approaching, resting one hand on the table, leaning in close.

“If you’re going to call me that, you better be prepared for the consequences.” His voice was low, almost a whisper.

Alessandro Balde

Training had ended a few minutes ago, and Alessandro Baldé was still on the field, adjusting his hand bandages and chatting with some teammates. You impatiently crossed your arms as you waited outside, watching him with a slight smile on your face.

As soon as he saw your presence, his eyes lit up and a smile formed on his lips. He walked towards you with calm steps, his face slightly sweaty and his hair disheveled from the effort.

“Did I take too long?” He said, picking up his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder.

“A little bit, but it’s okay. Let’s go home soon, husband.” You said the nickname naturally, without even realizing the magnitude of what was here.

Alessandro stopped in the middle of putting the backpack strap on his shoulder and frowned, blinking a few times.

“What?” he said, his voice softly husky.

“What, what?” You replied, confused.

“Did you call me husband?”

Now it was you who blinked, realizing what you had said. Your face heated up, and you tried to hide it with an embarrassed laugh.

“Ah… it was just force of habit, I forgot.”

But Alessandro didn't forget. He shifted a little more, tilting his head to the side with a mischievous smile.

“Force of habit? Since when do you call me that?” he teased, his eyes shining with amusement.

You looked away, biting your lips.

“I don’t know, maybe in my head I already see you like this…”

Alessandro’s smile grew even wider. He wrapped an arm around your waist and leaned close to your ear.

“If you keep calling me that, you’ll end up getting used to me, you know?”

The shiver that ran down her spine was the result. He chuckled softly as he noticed her occurrence and, holding her hand firmly, began to walk beside her.

“Let’s go home then, wife.”

Fermín Lopez

Fermín was concentrating, adjusting a chair that insisted on being crooked. With his shirt sleeves rolled up and a serious look on his face, he seemed oblivious to what was going on around him — until y/n decided to try something.

“Fermín, can you get that glass for me?” y/n said casually, and before he could answer, she added with a mischievous smile: “Please, husband.”

The sound of the glass clinking on the table was almost imperceptible compared to the restless silence. Fermín froze in place, his hand inches away from the glass. Slowly, he straightened, turning to y/n with an arched eyebrow.

“What did you say?” His voice was firm, but there was something else there—a tone of surprise mixed with something that made y/n’s heart race.

“I just… called you husband. Is there a problem… husband?” y/n repeated, now amused by his occurrence.

For a moment, Fermín just stared, as if what he had just heard was being processed. Then, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he tilted his head slightly to the side.

“Hm… interesting,” he murmured, stepping closer. “So I’m your husband now?”

“Only if you want to be,” y/n joked, feeling her face heat up when he stopped right in front of her.

Fermín let out a small nasal laugh, his eyes shining with a mixture of defiance and something softer, almost complicit. He took the glass and handed it to her, but before he let go completely, he murmured close enough for only her to hear:

“Be careful with your words, cariño… because I might like the idea.”

Ferran Torres

It was a sunny afternoon in Barcelona, and you and Ferran Torres enjoyed a rare day off together. The mood was light, filled with laughter and jokes as you walked along the beach.

“Do you want ice cream, love?” Ferran asked, squeezing her hand gently.

“Yes, I do, husband,” you replied without thinking much, focused on the ice cream shop window.

The silence lasted only a second, but it was enough for you to realize that something was up. When you turned to him, Ferran was standing there, staring at you with a surprised smile on his face.

“What did you call me?” He arched an eyebrow, clearly amused by the situation.

You felt your face heat up, realizing what you had just said.

“N-nothing…” he tried to disguise, looking away.

But Ferran wasn't going to let it go. He moved, tilting his face so you could see it better.

“Husband? So we’re already at that level?” The provocative tone in his voice only made her heart race even faster.

“Forget it, it was a slip!” You tried to walk away, but he held your waist and kept you close.

“I liked it,” he whispered in her ear, before placing a long kiss on her cheek.

Lamine Yamal

Lamine was distracted, fiddling with his phone while you waited for your order to arrive at the coffee shop. The place was cozy, with a delicious smell of coffee and fresh bread, and you had taken the afternoon to spend some time together, something rare lately with his intense routine in Barcelona.

You smiled when you saw him so focused, his eyes fixed on the screen, probably watching some video of dribbling or game tactics. You decided to tease him a little.

“Honey, get me a napkin?”

He automatically took it and handed it to you without taking his eyes off his phone.

You bit your lip, holding back a laugh. Time to try something more daring.

“Thank you, husband.”

The effect was immediate. As if he had been shocked, Lamine froze and slowly looked up at you, his expression surprised and his cheeks flushing at the same time.

“What did you say?” He asked, clearly trying to maintain his composure but failing miserably.

“Husband,” you repeated, feigning innocence as you sipped your juice.

He blinked a few times, as if processing the information, and licked his lips before answering:

“Hm… I didn’t know we were already married. Did I forget to go to my own wedding?”

You laughed at his response, loving how he sounded both embarrassed and interested at the same time.

“Hey, but we’re practically married already, right? All that’s missing is the ring.”

Lamine chuckled, shaking his head.

“You're impossible, you know that?”

“And you like it” you winked at him.

He smirked, his cheeks still a little red. After a moment, he leaned closer to you and murmured softly:

“Say it again.”

His heart skipped a beat.

"What?"

“Call me husband again.”

Now it was his turn to be embarrassed, and Lamine noticed, laughing victoriously before taking her hand across the table and leaving a kiss there, his eyes shining with amusement.

“Who would have thought… you get shy too, huh?”

And in that moment, you knew you would never stop calling him that.

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Marc Bernal x Reade girl

Sy: You are Pau Cubarsí's sister and he is in love with you.

a/n: Really small just so you don't miss me.

He had known you forever. You had grown up among the Barcelona players, always following Pau. To Marc, you were more than just his best friend’s sister. You were the girl who made his heart race with just one look.

But he never had the courage to tell you. Out of fear. Out of insecurity. Because he didn't know if you felt the same way.

And now, looking across the field after training, I see you talking to Héctor Fort. Very close, too close.

Héctor laughed at something you said, leaning slightly towards you. The way your eyes sparkled, the way your hand touched his arm for a few brief seconds… every detail made Marc’s stomach turn.

A hot wave of jealousy washed over him. He had no right to feel that way, because he never had the courage to tell you how he felt.

But it hurt.

Marc swallowed and looked away, clenching his fists.

“Hey, are you okay?” Pau’s voice sounded beside him.

Marc took a second to respond.

“Yeah… I’m just tired.”

Pau looked at him with a mixture of confusion and suspicion, but didn't press the issue. Marc wanted to get away from there, forget what he saw, but fate had other plans.

Because, at that moment, he heard her voice calling him.

“Marc!”

He held his breath before turning around.

"What it was?" he tried to sound normal, but his voice betrayed him a little.

He smiled and walked closer, leaving Héctor behind.

“I was asking Héctor if he thought he should cut his hair shorter. What do you think?” you joked, lightly touching his hair.

Marc swallowed hard.

“And… and why does that matter?”

He laughed, that laugh that always moved him.

“Because I like it that way,” she said in an amused tone.

But for Marc, it meant so much more.

He looked at you, at the way your eyes were looking at him curiously, and he realized something.

If I didn't say it now, I might never get it.

He took a deep breath, feeling his heart hammer against his chest.

— Y/n… I need to talk to you.

Her smile faded a little, but not in a negative way. She noticed the seriousness in his gaze and nodded.

“Sure. About what?” Marc looked around, feeling nervousness rise in his body. Héctor was still nearby. Pau, too.

He sighed.

“Can… can we go somewhere quieter?”

“Of course.” His gaze softened.

You walked away to a quieter corner of the training center. Marc rubbed the back of his neck, taking deep breaths once, twice, three times before finally finding the courage to speak.

“I…” he began, but the words seemed to get stuck.

He closed his eyes for a moment, gathering his strength. When he looked back at her, he decided to simply say what had been inside him for so long.

“I like you. I have for a long time.”

Your eyes widened slightly, but you didn't look shocked in a bad way.

“I never had the courage to tell you before, but… when I saw you with Héctor today, I realized I didn’t want to keep this to myself anymore,” he continued, feeling his heart race. “If you don’t feel the same way, I understand, I just needed to say it.

The silence between you seemed to last an eternity.

Until… you smiled.

A sincere smile.

“You really are an idiot, Bernal,” he said, shaking his head.

His heart sank. But before he could panic, he continued:

“Because I like you too” The world seemed to stop.

“Y-you… what?”

She laughed, lightly touching his hand.

“I was talking to Héctor about you. About how absent-minded he is to realize that I’ve liked you for a while now.

Marc blinked, completely stunned.

"Serious?"

"Serious."

He didn't know what to do. His heart was beating so hard he was afraid it would explode.

And then, he took the initiative.

Gently, you brought your hands to his face and moved closer.

Marc couldn't think of anything else but you when your lips touched his. It was a soft, shy kiss, but full of everything he always wanted to say and never could.

When they pulled away, he was still in shock.

“Wow…” was all he could say.

She smiled, lacing her fingers through his.

“Now you don’t need to be afraid to tell me how you feel.”

Marc smiled, finally relaxing.

Because, for the first time, he felt completely safe.

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PEDRI GONZALEZ

PABLO GAVI

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Do you think about writing smut with boys?

Wow, that question caught me off guard. I seriously think about it. They are so beautiful and hot, but at the same time so cute and innocent.

I'm fine writing smut, but I like writing about fictional characters. I've never written about a REAL person. And that scares me.

Do you think I should post smut about boys?

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MASTERLIST

BARCELONA REACTION

Calling them husband

PAU CUBARSÍ

Surprise birthday, but you were the one who got the present.

Big Boy

Temptations

I'm here...

Do you want to date me?

Sly kitten

Goals for love.

Shopping

Mission impossible

HECTOR FORT

Day at the salon and night of games with friends.

Calm drawing

Marc Guiu's sister

Strangers to lovers

Dancing thums

MARC BERNAL

Love Court

Forbidden love

Wrong twin

PEDRI GONZALEZ

By your side forever.

The universe against us

Nilo Drama

Stubborn son.

JOÃO FELIX

Alphabet NSFW

PABLO GAVI

COMING SOON...

More players and images will be added in the future!