#marco asensio one shot

[findingnemosworld]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭 - 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐦*𝐭

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐞, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲.

He loved these kinds of days, where they were asked to visit the young children who were unfortunately struggling due to illness in order to cheer them up, this time it was a clinic, a private clinic that the club's board had donated a significant amount of money to - he, along with Isco, Nacho and Dani had arrived dressed festively; carrying a lot of gifts with them.

They were welcomed by the head of the clinic who'd taken them on a tour of the clinic before introducing them to the young patients who were elated by the presence of their favorite players, and that's when he saw her - she was tending to a young girl, and the way she spoke to her, paying full attention to everything she said had captured him immediately.

Suddenly, the young girl's eyes light up as she points directly at him which caused her to turn and look at him sending butterflies fluttering in his abdomen, not only was she an angel - she was also ethereally beautiful.

It was that day that he knew, he was in love with her, and yet nothing good ever lasts forever.

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It'd been nearly two years and the pair lived as happily as they could, creating a healthy balance between their relationship as well as their careers, or so she thought as lately he'd begun to behave differently around her, becoming secretive, distant and slightly detached, so much so that she'd begun to suspect the possibility of him having an affair behind her back, she tried to brush it off, assure herself that it would be ok yet each time she tried to move closer, he seemed to taken ten steps away further frustrating her in the process.

One night, as she was folding clothes - she heard his footsteps in the kitchen while he was chatting to someone in Dutch which sent her brain into overdrive, yes he was half Dutch yet he'd never really spoken in Dutch in front of her let alone within earshot, she sighs as she continued folding clothes, and then as she began placing the clothes back in the closet, he walks in, seemingly refusing to acknowledge her or even speak.

" Amor, what are you doing? " She wonders, confused by his actions.

" Something just came up ... and since I have a few days off I have to take a flight to the Netherlands " He responds with a smooth tone.

Something came up? more like you want to see whoever has your heart, She wanted to say bitterly yet opted not to - instead she smiled weakly then said with a soft barely audible tone, " Have a safe flight … "

He’d left without a single explanation — and for a week she was left with unanswered inquiries, a plethora doubts plague her mind day in and day out that she could barely focus during work and on one evening, while she was halfway through her shift, her fellow nurse and close friend Willow approaches her with a concerned expression, " Are you ok honey? "

" I think Marco is cheating on me " She blurts out after a brief wave of silence.

Willow’s eyes widen, " Are you sure? I mean … did he tell you? did you find anything? "

" No " She murmurs and sighs. " That’s the thing, he’s been so secretive and it’s been two days since he left to the Netherlands without a single explanation "

" Maybe he’s gone to see his family, you did say he has roots there from his mother’s side " Willow tries to assure her.

" But that doesn’t explain the late nights or the secret phone calls " She covers her face then says. " I’m lost "

" Listen just wait it out and when he comes back, you confront him " Willow said, rubbing her back soothingly.

She nods, offering Willow a soft smile before she shifts her focus back to work, trying to push the doubts in the back of her mind — yet it seemed like her mind was playing tricks on her each time, woven faux images and false scenarios of uncovering the abhorrent truth behind his secrecy kept on haunting her until he finally returned from his trip three days later to finally reveal the true reason behind his behavior.

" Amor? " He calls out for her as he walks into a seemingly quiet home, " Where are you? "

" I’m in the kitchen … "

He frowns softly, her tone seemed a bit off which was expected given that he’d been trying to keep her from figuring out what he had planned for her. He walks into the kitchen to find her calmly chopping the vegetables for the salad while a pot is boiling on the stove, he waits for a moment before murmuring. " Hi amor "

" Hey " Her response was detached despite it being uttered in a soft tone. " How was your trip? "

He swallows the lump in his throat, then says with a soft smile. " It was good, I got to see my mother’s family which was good "

" That’s good, figured you’d take a longer time to get back! " She said with a sarcastic tone.

" What? " He frowns, confused by her remark.

" Come on Marco, you’re clearly cheating on me " She laughs dryly. " The secret phone calls, the late nights, the so called trip "

" Amor " He said with a surprised expression before adding. " I did take a trip "

" Oh yeah, where’s the ticket? " She retorts.

He sighs, then pulls out the ticket from his pocket. " See … "

She frowns, her eyes glossing over the ticket before she said. " That probably means she lives in the Netherlands, so it doesn’t help your case at all "

" Ay dios mio " He sighs, " Do you really wanna know why I took the trip? "

She crossed her arms over her chest — " Go ahead! "

" I did go to see my family but only because I needed more assurance that what I’m about to do is the right decision " He sighs softly, then he reaches over to pull out a small velvet box.

Her eyes widen, " Marco? "

" I also travelled to France to get your father’s and mother’s blessing " He smiles, " Because these past two years have been the best I have ever had and I know now that I don’t want to spend time with anyone else but you "

" Marco " She whispers with glossy eyes.

" Amor, I loved you since the very first day so please … hear me out, I have searched for ages, and had almost given up on love after so many heartaches, then I see you with the children and I just knew, that you’re the one so will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me? " He smiles softly, opening the box to reveal a beautiful ring.

She wipes her tears then nods quickly as he slips the ring around her finger, " I’m so sorry for doubting you Marco, I’m so sorry "

" It’s ok amor, I know I was being far too secretive " He smiles at her. " So, you’re choosing to spend time with me forever? are you ready for that? "

She giggles, " I’m more than ready "

He bites his lower lip then murmurs, " What do you say we skip dinner and get to dessert? "

She blushed, " Marco "

" Shhh " He murmurs, pressing soft kisses over the curvature of her neck before he hoisted her up on the counter, bunching up her ( his ) shirt up, then he kneels down to press tantalizing kisses across her inner thigh.

" Marco, the stove? " She whines softly.

" Shh, I turned it off " He cooed, pushing her panties to the side — licking a long strip from her clit to her slick pussy walls. " Oh … I missed this " he murmurs.

She threads her digits through his hair, " Marco? " she moans

He grunts in response as he continues to lick it in a leisure pace, " Relax amor, let me take care of my wife to be "

She leans back, placing both her elbows on the counter — he parts her legs further, then pulls her panties down to her ankles before bunching them up in his pocket, he then placed both her legs behind his back as he leaned close; latched his lips entirely over her pussy, whilst his index digit and tongue began to gently coax a wave of desire out of her, her lips parting out to release the softest sounds.

" Oh Marco … you’re so good at this, keep going " She moans, inhaling then exhaling deep breaths. " Just like that … Oh, fuck "

He looks up to relish in the sight of her completely engrossed in the pleasure his tongue and index digit were providing her, he curled his digit to match the pace of his tongue whilst his ears perked up due to the soft sounds she was making which in turn caused him to accelerate his ministration, moving his tongue in different directions while his index digit continued to thrust in and out of her pussy, soon joined by his middle digit.

" Oh my god " She gasps. " I’m gonna … Oh fuck "

The knot in her lower abdomen explodes allowing him to taste her entirely — he grunts as he continues to lap up every drop of her arousal; then he pulls back with his chin glistening and a satisfied smile across his lips, he tugs her in for a gentle kiss which lasted for a second before murmuring. " Not a single woman on this planet has my heart, only you "

She smiles, " I love you "

He grins, " I love you too "

[hornyramostan]

Alone; Marco Asensio

You were at a party organised by one of your boyfriend teammate's. You and your boyfriend Marco where there, dancing to the music the dj was playing. "I have to go to the bathroom" you said to Marco "ok, you want me to come with you?" "no, don't worry it's okay, do you mind watching my purse?" "no babe it's fine" "thanks honey" as thanks you gave him a kiss and got off the seat at the bar to go to the bathroom

There were really a lot of people. You had to ask for permission, and sometimes even push because there was no free space anywhere. You were about to get to the bathroom when you felt someone touch your ass. You quickly turned around to see who it was and in a thousandth of a second a man much taller than you pushed you towards the man bathroom. When you could realize it, the door was already closed and the man was unbuttoning his pants. As a reflex you pushed him and tried to run but couldn't open the door, then you started screaming and kicking the door. Strong arms grabbed you and covered your mouth, while the other hand lifted up your dress. You were terrified, something like this had never happened to you and and worst of all, you couldn't call your boyfriend, because your cell phone was in your wallet, which he had.

The man started touching your inner thigh getting closer and closer to your vagina. You kicked for me to stop touching you but it was impossible, I just don't know how to stop. You kept screaming for more than you had your mouth covered, but it was useless, nobody came.

Meanwhile, Marco was looking for you like crazy. He had asked everyone who knew you if they had seen you go to the bathroom but no one had seen you. He even peeked into the women's bathroom to see if you were there, and nothing. He was starting to get desperate. To make matters worse, he had your cell phone, so there was no way for him to communicate with you. Due to anxiety, he began to feel hot, so he decided to go to the bathroom to cool off. Arriving at the door, he tried to open it but realized that it was closed. After multiple failed attempts, he decided to lean on the door to hear if anyone was inside. It was very complicated since the music was very loud but he managed to hear something that paralyzed him. You. He heard desperate screams for help that made his blood run cold, but more than anything because they were yours, HIS girlfriend was locked up there with who knows who doing who knows what to her.

Desperate, he began to ask his colleagues for help and they called the manager of the place who had the keys to the bathroom. The image with which Asensio found himself was one of the worst that he has imagined. You were laying on the floor, with your dress up and your face tired. You could see your arms and your legs full of bruises and on your face there were scratches. He could tell that you had been crying because of your swollen eyes. On the other hand the man who had been torturing you was completely immobile. It didn't take many more seconds for your boyfriend to burst in and beat the guy to the ground. Even on the floor, Marco kept hitting his face and cursing him from top to bottom. His teammates told him not to worry, that they would take care of it and that he should go with you. Said and done, they took him out of the place and God will know what happened to that man.

Quickly your boyfriend approached you and with a worried look he examined your body. You were destroyed, and that destroyed him. He grabbed you with his strong arms and took you to his chest in a way to contain you. You sobbed under your breath as he stroked your hair and left kisses on your head. "Everything is going to be fine, sweetheart, no one else is ever going to touch you, not while I'm alive" "I love you with all that I am, I'm sorry for not having been with you, I should have accompanied you, sorry, sorry" at this point Marco had also burst into tears. You hugged him tightly and breathed his perfume, nothing relieved you more than that "It's okay love, it's okay, there was no way to know" you said between sobs. "I know but still, well that doesn't matter now. I want you to tell me what that jerk did to you. EVERYTHING" he looked angry, he was angry, you've never seen him like this.

You started to tell him everything in great detail and you could see how he was tensing up as you talked. It was impossible for you not to cry again and he tucked you back into his arms "I promise and swear that nothing like this will ever happen to you, ever again"

They stayed hugging on the floor for a while longer, until they decided it was a good time to go home and rest. When they left they did not see any of Marco's companions, which they thought weird, but they decided not to worry about it now. The both got home and you fell asleep in his arms that wrapped around you protectively, as if they were a shield. The next morning, Your boyfriend had messages from his teammates saying that neither of you should worry, that everything was resolved. The both exchanged confused glances, but decided to turn a blind eye and thank the team for the concern.

[xrichukix]

Can you write for Marco Asensio? (Real Madrid)

Any head canons - he‘s clingy in a cute way

Headcannon

Your Boyfriend - Marco Asensio

paring: reader x marco asensio

warnings: none it's just a fluff

He's madly in love with you

He will literally do anything for you

He loves to make your dreams come true and give you gifts

He loves your smile

He always wants to have you as close to him as possible

When you leave the house he just has to hold your hand or wrap around your waist

he definitely has a soft spot for touching and stroking your thighs especially when you're sitting in a restaurant and you're in the dress he gave you

Hugging is one of his biggest weaknesses

He'll bother you while you're cooking by hugging you from behind and kissing you whether it's on the neck or the mouth

often gives you cute nicknames in Spanish

He loved being able to lie on you for long hours

When you complain that you can't take his weight any longer, he just flips you over and now you're on top of him

Takes you to most matches

he always gives you his shirt after him (as soon as you put it on you know how your night together will end)

He calls you often when he's away

Every goal is dedicated to you

Glad you have a good relationship with his family

He plans his future with you

[birdzflycom]

Real Madrid's Rodrygo Leads Victory over Sevilla with Stunning Brace

Real Madrid Secures Victory over Sevilla with Rodrygo's Brace In a thrilling LaLiga match on Saturday, Real Madrid emerged victorious against Sevilla with a 2-1 win, powered by a stellar performance from Rodrygo. Notably absent from the lineup was Vinícius Júnior, the Brazilian player who has been subjected to racial abuse, causing an international uproar. Unfortunately, Vinícius was unable to join the team due to a reported knee injury, which also kept him sidelined during the midweek match against Rayo Vallecano. The absence of Vinícius comes amidst widespread outcry, particularly in his home country of Brazil, following the racial abuse he endured from fans during the previous weekend's game against Valencia. In addition to Vinícius, Karim Benzema and Marco Asensio were also unable to participate due to injuries. However, Rodrygo, the 22-year-old forward, shone brightly in Madrid's starting lineup, supported by five midfielders. Despite missing an early scoring opportunity, Rodrygo showcased his skills and determination. However, he expressed slight disappointment when coach Carlo Ancelotti substituted him with defender Nacho in the final 20 minutes to safeguard the lead. "I had my sights set on a hat trick, but the coach decided it was enough," Rodrygo expressed. Ancelotti, commenting on Rodrygo's desire to continue playing, stated, "His focus was on scoring, while mine was on securing the victory. Our interests diverged, but the team always remains the top priority." Sevilla coach José Mendilibar, who has significantly revitalized the team since his appointment two months ago, opted to rest some key players, including striker Youssef En-Nesyri, ahead of the crucial Europa League final against AS Roma in Budapest on Wednesday. Aiming to claim their record-extending seventh Europa League title, Sevilla is eager to achieve success. Sevilla took an early lead in the third minute when Rafa Mir capitalized on a rebound from Bryan Gil's initial shot that struck a Madrid defender. However, Rodrygo swiftly equalized in the 29th minute with a cleverly executed free kick that caught goalkeeper Yassine Bounou off guard, curving it around the defensive barrier. In the 36th minute, Érik Lamela came close to reclaiming the lead for Sevilla but hit the post. However, Rodrygo wasn't finished yet. In the 69th minute, he secured his second goal by skillfully evading defender Gonzalo Montiel after receiving a pass from Toni Kroos during a counterattack. Sevilla's Marcos Ocuña was shown a direct red card in the 84th minute for a studs-first tackle on Dani Ceballos, reducing Sevilla to ten men. With the win, Real Madrid solidified their second-place position, while Sevilla currently occupies the 10th spot with one match remaining. Barcelona had already clinched the title three rounds earlier. In the upcoming final round, the remaining nine matches will be played simultaneously on Sunday, with seven teams embroiled in a fierce relegation battle. Read the full article

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Morocco Advanced to Its First Quarterfinal; Portugal Served Switzerland A Breadstick

Morocco celebrates as it advanced to the World Cup quarterfinals for the first time (📸 Reuters)

Two contrasting matches closed the knock-out stage and the first two and a half weeks of football. Against all odds, Morocco advanced to their first World Cup quarterfinal, defeating Spain in an intense penalty shootout duel 3-0 (with a preceding 0-0 draw in regular time). On the other hand, Portugal partied hard, serving Switzerland the breadstick (6-1) (in tennis set terms, it is a breadstick) to secure itself a place in the quarterfinals against Morocco.

Morocco v. Spain

The last day of the knock-out stage started with the match-up between Morocco and Spain. On paper, it looked tough for Morocco to pass Spain, as Spain had a positive head-to-head record. However, Morocco's aggressive counter-attacking style proved to overwhelm Spain during both the regular and the extra times of the match, prompting the match outcome to be decided by a penalty shootout.

The pace was slower in the first half compared to the second. One notable chance from Spain came from Gavi, where the ball hit the bar instead, and Marco Asensio, who passed the ball to Dani Olmo on the left, which the ball went too wide afterward. That happened despite Morocco starting early with an on-target chance from Achraf Hakimi after a free kick, which was saved by Unai Simon. The first half of the regular time ended up goalless.

However, there was a noticeably increased intensity starting at the end of the second half of the regular time onwards to the extra times, only for neither side successfully score a goal. However, Spain scored their first chance on target when Asensio's free-kick was received by Dani Olmo from the left, which was saved by Yassine Bounou. The entrance of Nico Williams (replacing Ferran Torres) also proved the Spanish ability to raise their level, lacking penetration and direction while Morocco, albeit not having a shot in the second half, defended well with their tackles and interceptions.

The intensity increased in the two halves of the extra time, with several other notable chances from Alvaro Morata, for example, where not only was he not able to pass the ball to the nearby player (since there were no Spanish players who stood by) but also he executed the ball too far near the last minutes of the match around two times. Conversely, Morocco played more to the back throughout this extra time, which was lacking in regular time. One of their notable chances in the extra time came from Walid Cheddira, who fired the ball right to the penalty box, which was saved by Unai Simon. When the final whistle blew by the end of the extra time, it indeed boiled down to the penalty shootout.

The Spanish team during the penalty shootout (📸 Shutterstock via Daily Mirror)

The proceedings of the penalty shootout (📸 self-illustrated)

Bounou became the hero of the penalty shootout, adding his name to the goalkeepers that were able to save 3 penalties in the same match during the penalty shootout, right after Dominik Livakovic from Croatia (against Japan). He saved three Spanish penalties, which were taken by (in turns) Pablo Sarabia, Carlos Soler, and Sergio Busquets; while Morocco's Abdelhamid Sabiri, Hakim Ziyech, and Achraf Hakimi scored for Morocco's victory and their first World Cup quarterfinal. As hard as the Spanish side practiced their preparation, the accuracy was something else (including the goalkeeper).

In fact, they became the fourth African country (and the first from the North) to advance to the quarterfinals, besides Cameroon (1990), Senegal (2002), and Ghana (2010). They will face the winner of Portugal v. Switzerland, where summaries could be found below.

Portugal v. Switzerland

Gonçalo Ramos celebrated one of his goals against Switzerland (📸 Getty Images via Sporting News)

The last Round of 16 match saw Portugal take Switzerland, where Cristiano Ronaldo started from the bench for the first time. This decision was made by Fernando Santos for tactical reasons, added to how he also started Diego Dalot and Raphael Guerreiro, for example, likely knowing the Swiss' offensive capability from their previous matches. While initially looked questionable, this decision proved its worth from the way Portugal started this game, and they never looked back since.

Portugal started quickly with a possible early chance, despite Switzerland trying their best to defend. Freuler initially had his chance in 10' after going solo, but it went too wide. Portugal's Gonçalo Ramos started the goal party by responding to the throw brought to Joao Felix, who caught Yann Sommer off-guard with the way he picked his angle at 17'. He then managed to score two more goals, which were scored at 50' (in response to Dalot's corner) and a smooth chip after receiving the ball from Raphael Guerreiro on the right, who breached the Swiss defense at 54'.

The other 3 Portuguese goals came in this order: Pepe's accurate header at 33' (no one indeed saw that coming), which made him the second oldest goal scorer in the World Cup right after Roger Milla; Raphael Guerreiro at 55', where he scored right from G. Ramos' assistance; and Rafael Leao, where he scored right to the penalty box during the injury time (90+2') and once again caught Sommer off-guard. Unfortunately, an earlier goal from Cristiano Ronaldo was ruled offside from the way he entered right before the goal.

Switzerland had its chances, for example when Xherdan Shaqiri attacked close to the pitch but to no avail in the first half, but to no avail. They got back in the game for a while with Manuel Akanji's goal at 57', where he scored right after the corner. Although they slightly controlled the ball possession, they fell a long way to the Portuguese's freer offensive capabilities, where its precision enabled them to serve Switzerland a breadstick by the end of this match, which looked almost one-sided toward the end of the match.

General Knock-Out Stage Situation

The current bracket of the knock-out stage (📸 Eurosport)

Three confederations are represented in the quarterfinals that will start this Friday, which are UEFA (England, France, Netherlands, Croatia, and Portugal) for Europe, CONMEBOL (Argentina and Brazil) for South America, and CAF (Morocco) for Africa. On paper, one of the toughest-looking matches is the Total Football Battle between Netherlands v. Argentina and England v. France, where the defense-to-offense play will be tested.

However, equally intense with those two matches, came Brazil v. Croatia, a revenge-looking match considering their past match-ups. This is where peak Brazil looked favored to win, although Croatia might find themselves fighting to the end once again like in 2018. Another interesting match-up came in Morocco v. Portugal, with the former looking forward to advancing to its first World Cup semifinal, carrying the weight of the region and the continent. This stand-off will be slightly previewed below.

Morocco v. Portugal

Morocco v. Portugal broadcast illustration (📸 SBS On Demand)

While both sides proved to be more offensive during their matches, despite the different outcomes, Portugal would face an interesting question on their choice to start or not to start Cristiano Ronaldo. For tactical reasons, this question could prove evenly similar to yesterday's match: the Moroccan offensive capabilities (especially knowing their keys such as Hakim Ziyech, Sofyan Amrabat, and Sofiane Boufal, Achraf Hakimi, among others). Besides, Morocco has yet to concede a goal (apart from Nafuel Aguerd's own goal), making their defensive capabilities also to be tested.

Record-wise, besides the loss against South Korea in the third match of the group stage, they had been solid by defeating Ghana and Uruguay. Morocco, apart from not conceding a goal, had a slightly more confident record by defeating Belgium and Canada and tying Croatia in a goalless draw, even drawing Spain at 0-0 before winning the match in the penalty shootout. Considering both's capabilities, and outside of their defending capabilities, it all might really boil down to how these teams convert their chances (and possible chances), and take the advantage of the others' loopholes.

If this is not done in regular time, there could also be a possible drama, knowing Morocco. It is definitely worth seeing what is going to happen next.

[footballxixstars]

Marco Asensio

Marco Asensio born on the 21st of January 1996. He plays for Paris Saint Germain and Spain National Team.

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Blurbs

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OneShots

Pretend Fiancé/e ~ Marco asks you to pretend to be his fiancé to make his ex jealous. You may or may not have feelings for him and they may or may not grow

Water Fight ~ It’s a hot day and the Real Madrid boys decide to hold a BBQ. You have the perfect way to cool them down

Arts n Craft ~ Making a bunch of Easter decorations with your children

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Smuts

Christmas Present Surprise ~ You struggled for a Christmas present so you decide to dress up all nice for him

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MASTERLIST

[iwriteficsandtragedies]

One Year Later

Is this.... Is this part ten to Number 20? Omg, it is!

Warnings: naked bathtub time (no hanky panky)

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Rome scampered after the tennis ball for what felt like the thousandth time that day. You’d been outside for a good hour with him, trying to run off all his puppy energy. As usual, you were getting tired before he was, and he slid to a stop in front of you and dropped his ball, ready to go again.

“Who’s a good boy? Is it you?” You rolled his furry little face between your hands. “Yes, you’re the best boy, aren’t you? Aren’t you?” He yipped with excitement and you launched the ball across the grass again.

Igor stuck his head out the patio door. “Hey. Marco called, he wants us to bring Rome to the training grounds.”

“We can do that?”

“Yeah, come on.”

“Alright, well give me a few minutes.” You called for Rome, ushering him into the house. You made a quick stop in your bathroom to fix your brows and your hair, grabbed your hoodie and your phone, and met Igor and Rome at the car. The dog climbed into your lap and settled in for the ride, nosing at your hand for pets.

“I didn’t know visiting training was allowed,” you said. “Marco’s never mentioned it.”

“Probably because he didn’t want you showing up and embarrassing him,” Igor replied.

“Oooh, sick burn, think of it all by yourself?” Had he not been driving you would have shoved him. It had been more than a year since you’d moved in, and Igor had become very much like a brother to you - that included friendly insults. It was nice that you two got along well, especially since sometimes you saw him much more than your actual boyfriend.

A year ago, Igor had been in the process of moving out, and their dad was making noise about moving into an apartment of his own. You and Marco were on the cusp of making your own life together, not alone, but independent of the family presence that had been the one constant in Marco’s life until you.

And then Marco’s knee had blown out on that awful summer night. You were watching from your bed, and you couldn’t tell what had happened. He’d just fallen over. You rewound it over and over, trying to see if someone had kicked him or if the knee had twisted, desperate for an explanation better than “just one of those things.” His studs had caught in the grass, and the rest of his body kept going. The ligament hadn’t stood a chance.

You’d watched him scream and bite into the collar of his jersey, watched him pound the ground in agony and anger, unable to do anything but cry with him from across the Atlantic. Gilberto had been inconsolable, and in the hours that followed, you and Igor decided that you’d stay home with him while Igor flew to the States to be with Marco. It took three days for them to return, and you and Gil spent the entire seventy two hours frantically moving furniture, getting rooms switched around so you and Marco now lived on the the ground floor of the house; you cried constantly over those three days, as though your body were trying to get it all out before he returned home and the real hard work started.

Igor gave up his plans to move out, and you had taken a leave of absence from work. Marco’s recovery had been long and painful, full of tears and more than a few fights. It was hard to see him struggle to even walk, and he didn’t always react well to your attempts to encourage him. He hated having to depend on you to get to the bathroom the most; the day he was able to take ten steps on his own, the exact number of steps from your bed to the toilet, you decorated a cake with poop emojis. The two of you ate it in bed, laughing and crying at how excited you were over a few steps. Months and months later, when he finally touched a ball on a real pitch again, you had a whole feast catered for the four of you. Marco nearly wet himself laughing when he saw the cake yet again covered in poop emojis.

And now here you were, almost a year later - he was finally back on the pitch. He was also, quite frankly, easier to live with now that he was playing again.

You tried to pay attention as Igor drove slowly through the gate and around the winding driveway. You’d been to the training grounds once before, but only to pick Marco up in the parking lot. Igor seemed to know his way around, though, and led you and Rome to where the first team were scrimmaging. Nobody seemed to notice as the two of you took a seat in the stands.

You loved to watch Marco play. He still struggled some days, when his knee was swollen and painful after too much time on the ball, but today seemed to be a good day. When the players were dismissed, Igor whistled for his attention and he started slowly towards the stands.

Rome saw him coming, and started to whine and squirm in your lap as he got closer. Marco patted his legs as he gingerly climbed the steps, and Rome leaped out of your lap towards him. Marco gathered him into his arms, ruffling his fur and making cooing baby noises as the pup licked his face. He paid exactly no attention to you or Igor.

“Well, I guess we know where we stand.” Igor nudged your arm.

“Mmm hmm. Maybe we should give them some privacy.” You pursed your lips in mock annoyance.

“They’re just jealous, aren’t they buddy?” Marco spoke to Rome, still ignoring you and Igor. “Yes, they’re jealous of your handsome face, aren’t they?”

“Hey, between the three of us I’m definitely the best looking,” Igor said.

“It’s true,” you nodded. “It’s because he spends more money on makeup than I do.”

Marco rolled his eyes as Igor sputtered, trying to come up with a retort. “You two are the worst,” he said, setting the dog down and motioning for you to come to him.

“Oh, so you do see me here,” you said sarcastically, but you slid out of your seat to let him fold you into a hug. Even after all this time together, you still got butterflies when he put his arms around you.

There was a commotion on the steps, and you turned to see Lucas and Isco coming towards you. You made to pull away from Marco to greet them, but he squeezed his arms around you and kept you close to him. “I’ve barely seen you all week, hug me a little longer please.” His voice was quiet, a little needy.

You turned back to him. “Are you ok?”

He nodded. His teammates were carrying on loudly about who knows what with Igor, so you had a few moments to yourselves.

“Are you sure?” He looked tired, more tired than he usually did these days.

“Just ready to go home.” He lay his head against yours. “I’m beat.” Rome sat impatiently at your feet, ever demanding of your attention. “I’ll get that one,” he nodded towards his brother. “If you get this one.”

You had the easier task; Rome just had to hear the words “car ride,” and he was ready to go. Tearing Igor away from conversation was decidedly harder. Marco had to physically pull him away and promise him McDonald’s on the way home, which worked out well for you and Rome considering French fries were your guiltiest pleasure. The fluffy good boy sat beside you in the back seat, taking each offered fry with tender enthusiasm. “You’re my favorite Asensio,” you told him, scratching him between the ears.

Marco was slow to get out of the car, and even slower up the steps to the house. “Tub,” you ordered. He needed to soak, and you needed to massage his knee, something he often hated but always felt better after. His physical therapist had given you a metal tool to scrape over the scars and the underlying adhesions, too. He really hated that.

He grimaced when you entered the bathroom, tool in hand. “Just what a girl wants to see when she’s about to take her clothes off,” you teased, slipping quickly out of your shorts and hoodie and stepping into the water with him.

“You’re not the fun naked, though,” he said, adjusting his body to accommodate yours. He leaned back as he raised his knee.

“Pobrecito,” you tutted. “Has to have his naked girlfriend massage him in his luxury tub.”

He sighed, a deep contented hum as you worked your palms over his knee and the surrounding area. “This part’s nice. It’s the torture after.”

“I’m sorry, honey.” The metal scraper was uncomfortable. The therapist had stressed its importance in keeping scar tissue from forming and causing new problems though, so you scraped it dutifully over his poor knee every other day. “It’s getting better, isn’t it?”

He sighed again, eyes closed. “Yeah.” He was worn out from training. “I want another cake when we’re done with the damn thing, though.”

You laughed, and thought maybe you’d treat him to a little longer massage today. “With poop emojis?”

“With poop emojis.”

[lxndonorris]

Beach Boy - Marco Asensio

Y/N x Marco Asensio

Theme: Smutish (not too explicit)

spending a day at the beach with Marco x

word count: 880+

One of the benefits of living in Spain is having multiple beautiful beaches just around every corner. Of course, you would spend every possible second of your free time lying in the soft sand, sunbathing. Luckily, your boyfriend Marco feels the same, so you always have someone to cling to while at the beach.

Today, you’re lying in the burning sun, face down, just enjoying your time in Valencia, on the Platja de la Malva-rosa, when you can hear Marco giggle quietly. You turn your head towards him, your eyes hidden behind your black sunglasses, catching him smiling at his phone. “What’s so funny?” You say sleepily, resting your head on your arms. “Just saw the new Fifa ratings and some of these are really nuts.” He says, tilting his head slightly.

Raising an eyebrow, you look at him only wearing swim shorts and sunglasses, giggling to himself. “Marco?” You say, trying to get his attention. “Yeah?” He says, without looking up from his screen. “Hello?” You say louder, finally getting a reaction from him. Marco smiles weakly, putting his phone down slowly. “Could you please help me with the sun blocker?”

“Sure.” He says happily, crawling closer to you. “Thanks, babé.” You say satisfied with yourself, feeling him suddenly on top of you. In fact, he sits at your lower back, rubbing his hands with sun blocker. “This will be cold.” He says just mere seconds before you feel the cooling lotion on your skin, your whole body shuddering quickly, causing Marco to giggle again. “Told ya.” Rolling your eyes, you close your eyes, just feeling his hands gently running across your back.

“Is this okay?” Marco bends down to whisper into your ear. “Or should I be gentle?” Growling deeply, you nod approvingly and his grip gets tighter. What started as a helping hand is slowly turning into a massage, with his fingers feeling all of your muscles react to his touch. “You like that?” He says, working his way from one shoulder to the other. “Mhmm.” You groan quietly, but he knows exactly what this means.

“Done.” Suddenly, you feel him moving behind you, getting back on to his towel. You turn your head again to catch him staring again, this time, he watches you carefully. His mouth slowly turns into a mischievously smirk, even without looking at his eyes you know that he is planning something. “What?” You say quietly, raising an eyebrow again. “I think I need refreshment.” His eyebrows twitch twice as he rubs his own chest firmly. “Wanna join me?” 

Marco says, his hand running further down his body, and now, he’s feeling his own thighs. “Pass.” You smirk back at him and see frustration spreading across his face. “Fine.” He grunts, gets up, and walks into the ocean. Suspiciously, you turn around to watch his every move and Marco makes sure to give you a good look at his body, looking at you over his shoulder, winking.

He gets deeper inside the ocean until the water reaches his bellybutton and he starts to run his wet hands through his hair, knowing very well that this sight is your kryptonite. Biting your own lip, you watch him póuring water all over his body, making it even worse for you. “Fine.” You mutter to yourself and walk towards him.

He notices you and smirks playfully, still pouring water across his trained body. You discretely show him the middle finger but he just sticks his tongue out. As soon as you’re close enough, you splash water against him, giggling wildly. “Oh, it’s on.” He says, starting a water fight. Instead of splashing water, he easily picks you up, spins around and you share a laugh together until he stops spinning and you look deeply into each other’s eyes.

“You’re such a douche.” You nudge him playfully, but he doesn’t care. “You love me, so it’s on you.” He smirks and kisses you lovingly, once, twice, and then three times before putting you down again. Still, you try to steady yourself by holding on to his strong arms, looking at his wet chest. “I really can’t get enough of this.” You say, tracing a few droplets across his skin, further down to his swim shorts.

“I’m glad you enjoy it, it’s a piece of work,” Marco says quietly, his eyes following your fingers now tracing the waistband of his shorts. “Do you like what you see too?” You say, softly stroking his dick through his pants, feeling him bulging into the palms of your hand. “I guess so.” He giggles, putting his hands at your waist, and pulls you into another, more passionate kiss. You still stroke him gently, just teasingly not trying to go any further.

“We should get out now, I’m getting cold.” He frowns, looking at the dent forming down there. “Right now?” You giggle, licking your lips. “You should stay for a little longer until you’re not that excited.” Grinning widely, you kiss him one last time before you return to the beach. Just then, Marco takes your hand, following you closely. “I don’t care, I just wanna be with you.” He says, stroking your hand gently.

Together, you walk to your towels, lie down and enjoy the beams of warm sunlight on your skins.

[footballfangurl]

Marco Asensio - Beach Days

Hi guys! Here is the next one-shot. Please let me know what you think of it 💕

Request: Can you write a Marco Asensio imagine where him and the reader are married and they take their baby boy to the beach for the first time?

"Babe, did you bring the sunscreen?"

"Yeah, I put it in the bag this morning." You said, shifting your son to your other hip and adjusting the bag on your shoulder so that it was no longer in danger of slipping off. You glanced up, thankful for the sunglasses you had on, as the sun was glaring down at you quite heavily.

"Did you remember to pack an extra hat for Teo?"

"Yes, Marco."

"And did you remember to put the snacks we prepared last night in the bag?"

"Yes, amor."

"And did you-"

"Marco," You cut your husband off, shooting him an exasperated glare which probably didn't work as well with your sunglasses on, but it was the thought that counted. Marco smiled sheepishly, the beach umbrella slung over his shoulder and the cooler, which held your food, gripped tightly in his other hand, "I can assure you, that everything you're thinking of right now, I've brought. Now stop worrying and focus on finding a good spot on the beach."

There were a lot of people already, even though you had insisted on going a little bit earlier than Marco has suggested in an attempt at getting a decent spot on the beach. It had been very hard, however, to get Marco out of bed this morning. He had a week off and you had decided to take a trip to the coastal area for the first time since your son was born. Marco usually liked to sleep in on holidays, but since you had suggested taking Teo to the beach for the first time in his life, he wasn't able to today because you wanted to avoid the majority of the tourists that would no doubt be all over the beach. It took a little bit of persuading for him to wake up but eventually you had succeeded in your efforts and he rolled out of bed, relucantly trudging towards the bathroom to get ready for your day out.

"Well this looks like the best we're going to get." Marco said, stopping in his tracks on a relatively open spot on the sand and putting the beach umbrella and the cooler down. You could tell he was a little bit annoyed about the crowd

"What on earth are people doing at freaking 8 a.m. on the beach already? It's still early morning, they should all still be in bed. We," Marco emphasized, looking sideways at you pointedly, "should still be in bed."

"If I let you stay in bed, you'd wake up at noon and there would be no place left on the beach. Now stop nagging and help me settle Teo down." You said, struggling to carry both the bag on your shoulder and your son in your arms since he was beginning to squirm around, wanting to be put down on the sand so he could play. Marco took the bag off your shoulder, opening the zipper and taking out a toy for Teo so he could keep himself busy for a few minutes while you and Marco laid everything out on the sand so you could enjoy a nice, quiet day at the beach. Marco had actually suggested hiring a private beach somewhere but you had insisted in coming to a public one because you liked being surrounded by people. It gave you the typical beach feeling.

After you got everything settled, you sat down on a towel with a magazine in your hand and some sunscreen in the other so you could make sure your son was protected from the sun. After fussing about being detained too long from playing with his toy, you let him go to turn your attention to your husband, who'd already shed his shirt so you could rub his shoulders and back in with sunscreen. Whilst you were doing it, you couldn't help letting your hands wander down to his sides, where Marco was very ticklish. You had laughed so hard at his reaction because he had yelped and giggled so loudly before squirming away, that it had earned you a playful shove to the sand. He really should have known better, though, when he had asked you to rub in his shoulders and back. Really, what else had he expected to happen.

It didn't take Marco and Teo long to wander off, Teo on Marco's hip as they made their way to the sea. Teo was carrying his little blue shovel and bucket in his hands, ready to make some sandcastles with his dad. You grinned at the sight and snapped a quick picture with your phone before settling down to read your magazine in peace.

After a while, the both of them wandered back towards you, claiming they were hungry. It was only about 10:30 but the sun was already shining down quite hard. You gave them some of the fruit Marco had helped you prepare the night before and tried to go back to reading your magazine but that clearly wasn't to your son's satisfaction because he instantly began tattling away to you about the sandcastle he had built. Listening attentively, you nodded as you reached out and brushed away some of the sand that had stuck to his cheek.

It didn't even take him 3 minutes before something else captured his attention and he was turning away from you. You didn't mind, of course, and only warned him not to wander off before you turned half of your attention back to your magazine. Marco, meanwhile, was shifting his attention between scrolling on his phone and keeping an eye on Teo.

Aboyt 20 minutes later, however, you suddenly heard whispering and hushed giggles coming from where Marco was sitting. Glancing upwards, you raised an eyebrow when you saw that Marco had his arms wrapped around Teo from behind and was whispering something in his ear. When they noticed you were watching them, they gave you bright and innocent smiles and you instantly knew they were up to something. And they didn't prove you wrong.

You straightened up from where you were lying down as Teo wandered over to you and slung himself around your neck, wrapping his tiny arms around you and going, "Mamáaaaa?". You wrapped your arms around him as well so he wouldn't fall backwards or anything.

"Yes?" You answered amusedly, keeping an eye on Marco out of the corner of your eye as he started rummaging around in the cooler.

"Te quiero." He pronounced carefully, scrunching up his nose at the more difficult syllables. You chuckled and pressed a kiss to his forehead, opening your mouth to answer him when you noticed Marco climbing to his feet with a cold bottle of water in his hand. Your eyes flickered towards him as he unscrewed the bottle and all of a sudden, you felt the water running down your back and you gasped in surprise at the cold feeling, jumping up and out of the way with your son still clutched in your arms. The latter was giggling away uncontrollably at your reaction.

"Joder, es frío! Eres un cabron, Marco!" You cursed, the swear words slipping out before you could stop them. You put your son, who was remarkebly dry as Marco had made sure not to spill too much water on him, down on the sand and spun around towards Marco, who was laughing as well. You frowned at him and pushed him down in the sand, and your husband went down easily, still chuckling away.

He held his hand out towards Teo and high-fived him, telling him "Good job buddy, mamá was really surprised". And when your son giggled in agreement and started recounting what had happened in excitement, you found it hard to keep a smile off your face. Still, you made sure to keep in mind to pay Marco back one day for this prank.

After the excitement of the two of them teaming up on you had worn off, however, it was clear Teo was getting a bit tired so you made sure that he ate something as he probably would be falling asleep not long after. He and Marco both liked napping after eating something and that wouldn't change just because you were on the beach. And once again, you were proven right.

Marco and Teo eventually fell asleep on the towel next to you, Teo spread over Marco's chest with his head resting on Marco's shoulder. Marco, in return, had his arm slung around him to make sure that your son didn't fall off. They looked so adorable sleeping together like that, that you couldn't resist taking a picture with your phone and making it your background picture. It was moments like these that you appreciated the most, where you could just lay back and spend time with the two most important people in your life. Even though they could be really mischievous sometimes.

Standing up, you looked upwards at the sun and then back down again towards your two sleeping beauties. They'd get burned if they kept lying in the sun like that. Sighing, you pulled the beach umbrella out of the sand and then adjusted it so that the two of them were mostly covered by shadows. The sun was in an annoying position, however. There wasn't any place for you in the shadow anymore and at that moment, you knew your fate was to get sunburned.

And you made sure to complain about your red and sensitive shoulders and back to Marco all the way to the car. The both of you knew, however, that while you certainly hadn't enjoyed being burned by the sun, you hadn't exactly meant any of the complaints either. You'd get sunburned a hundred times over if it meant that your family could remain unharmed.

Translation:

Te quiero: I love you

Joder: curse word 😉

Eres un cabron: you're an asshole

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[raphavarrane]

fluff alphabet (marco asensio)

A - Arguments (What they are like after an argument...)

marco is quite stubborn but not in an egotistical way. he never likes being the reason that you’re stressed or upset but at the same time, he struggles to initially realise what he’s done wrong. so after an argument, he’d pull you into a hug and apologise quickly, whispering the sweetest of words into your ear.

if the argument was really bad and tempers started to flair, marco would give you time to gather your thoughts before trying to reconcile with you.

B - Body care (What they do to look after you...)

weekly baths. usually, it ends with nothing sexual. it’s the only time where both of you can be calm and just enjoy each other’s company without having to worry about anything else. marco’s tense body finally relaxes in the warm water and feeling your fingers coarsing through his hair is enough.

C - Cuddles (How good are their cuddles...)

marco usually keeps one hand around your waist so that he can eaisly pull you into a hug whenever he’s missed your body up against his. when it’s just the two of you, he doesn’t mind being the little spoon and feeling your frame keeping him warm.

D - Dream (What's the dream for you as a couple...)

one day marco would love to call you ‘his’. officially. he wants to put a ring on your finger and show you off to anyone & everyone he sees. but the real dream for marco is to create a human life that has your eyes and smile.

E - Emotion (How emotional they are...)

marco tries (and always fails) to hide his emotions. he doesn’t want to burden you; he’s not always around and he doesn’t want to drop the mood when you guys finally have some time together. but when it all becomes too much, marco gives in and puts his head on your shoulder and lets it all out.

F - Family (What do your family think of them...)

your father adores marco; they go to watch football games together whenever marco’s in town and go hang out at your father’s favourite bar. your mother however, is a bit apprehensive around marco because of his career choice but eventually, she fell for that famous smile just like you.

if you have any brothers or sisters, marco would go meet on with them like a house on fire, seeing it as an excuse to learn some funny things about you that he could eventually use against you.

G - Giving (Are they generous...)

he loves giving you trinkets from other cities he’d been to due to his travels! fridge magnets from england, sweets from germany and fancy lingerie from paris from time to time

H - Happy (When they're at their happiest...)

when he’s on the pitch, feeling the air around and the ball at his feet. he loves his job and hopes it’ll last forever. he’s also happy when you’re around; you’re that extra push he needs to do his best. to him, nothing else matters except your happiness.

I - Independence (How much they rely on you...)

marco relies on you for the small things: emotionally support, good food and kisses. sometimes you don’t even have to speak, you’ve both been able to communicate without having to talk.

J - Jokes (The jokes they tell...)

his jokes are like a school child’s, childish humour that isco would expect his little boy to say. marco’s joke are either short and hilarious or long and boring. but everyone laughs nonetheless.

K - Kids (How they are around children...)

when he first met your nephew, you could’ve sworn you watched marco’s heart melt. those brown eyes couldn’t keep their eyes off him. he loves meeting children and can’t wait to have his own little’uns running circles around him.

L - Love (What they love most about you...)

he loves your body. marco’s a very handy person and just can’t stop himself from grabbing onto something just to bring you close to him, even if it’s your waist. he loves the feeling of your warm skin against his.

M - Mystery (How open/honest they are...)

marco is very honest with his emotions; he doesn’t like to bottle things in and doesnt minding sitting down to have a deep chat with you about anything that worries you or him.

N - Nicknames (What's they're nickname for you...)

‘princesa’ is marco’s favourite thing to call you. at first it was a joke, established after the first time he saw you on your period, but now, it’s grown on both of you.

O - Optional (Something random...)

one of things you and marco love to do together is karaoke. most of the time, it’s just to have an excuse to sing a great song terribly but you can’t help but smile like an idiot when marco sings a romantic ballad directed at you.

P - Presents (What they like to buy for you...)

marco loves to buy you presents! from the generic teddy bear to clothes you begged him not to get you because they were too expensive. he loves to see the smile grow on your face and if he could, marco would bottle the moment and save it forever.

Q - Quantity (How long until something takes place in your relationship...)

your first kiss happened on the third date. it was soft and light, filled with smiles and giggles. you moved in with each other after dating for a year. your first time together however, happened a long time after that but marco was willing to wait. he’d do anything for you.

R - Romance (How romantic are they...)

marco isn’t an intentional romantic. he does romantic things without actually putting much thought into it. he was always brought up to buy flowers, cook dinner, and throw compliments like it’s the norm.

S - Spark (How the spark stays alive in your relationship...)

one word. spontaneity. from late night drives so you can watch the sunrise to mini road trips. marco is unpredictable when it comes to date nights but you live for it.

T -  Trust (How trusting they are...)

marco isn’t that trusting. in his career, he feels like he is constantly surrounded by ‘fake people’ so it took him a long time to become comfortable around you. he hasn’t told you his deepest secrets yet but it’s a start.

U - Upset (How they cheer you up...)

marco would grab the closest speaker and start dancing around. he’s knows his dancing is more comical than professional but he’ll do anything to put a smile on your face.

V - Victory (How they feel about you...)

he feels like he’s won the lottery. he adores every part of you and he’s here for the long term; through the bad times and the good. marco couldn’t imagine going through life without anyone else by his side.

W - Wind Up (What they do that annoys you...)

he forgets things. sometimes they’re important, and sometimes it’s not that bad, but it still bugs you none the less. marco would forget to do his share of chores and still be confused why the laundry basket. the spaniard has to be told by his teammates when it’s your anniversary to make sure he doesn’t lose his head.

X - xxx (How good are their kisses...)

marco likes to take one side of your face and tilt it so that you don’t headbutt each other. he likes to lightly bite onto your bottom lip before working his magic on your neck.

Y - Yummy (Can they cook...)

marco loves to cook for you! his mother taught him some of her most iconic meals for the moment he gets a girlfriend. now you can say you’re lucky enough to eat traditional asensio family food.

Z - Zzz (How the two of you like to sleep...)

marco lays on his back with your head resting on his chest. he has one hand making circles on your stomach and the other outstretched. however underneath the sheets, you feet are entangled together. at first glance, it’s a very conventional couple sleeping position. but you guys are anything but conventional.

[please let me know if you would like more of these with different footballers!]

[xrichukix]

Can you do a one shot for Marco Asensio? The last one was fab. A bit of morning fluff with reader and Marco? 🫶🏻

Lazy day - marco asensio

paring: reader x marco asensio

warnings: none

When you felt the first rays of the sun on your face, you groaned quietly not wanting to wake up yet, you turned your back to the window. You snuggled into your boyfriend's naked torso, throwing your leg over his hips.

"Hola mi amor" Marco embraced you, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You looked at him with sleepy eyes, smiling lazily. You pulled him into you kissing him, he immediately returned the kiss smiling.

"How about your favorite breakfast?"

"I would love to, but for now I want to cuddle with you"

Marco nodded, starting to place kisses on your face, making you chuckle softly.

You loved those mornings when you both didn't have to go anywhere and Marco was at your complete disposal. you loved how he cared and cared for you.

You appreciated every moment spent together knowing how busy his schedule was lately.

When Marco went to make breakfast for the two of you, you quickly got yourself in the bathroom. After a few minutes, your boyfriend appeared in the living room with a full tray and sat next to you.

You ate breakfast feeling even better. He sat you on his lap and wrapped the blanket around you two. You started playing with his hair as you cuddled up to him.

Marco couldn't stop himself from kissing your face and neck, complimenting you.

When he pulled away from you for a moment, he smiled one of his sweetest smiles that instantly melts your heart.

"I love you Marco"

"It's very good because I love you too" he winked at you and after a while he offered you to watch the movie, which you gladly agreed to, knowing that he would cuddle up to you even more, but you didn't mind because you felt that both of you need closeness and you have to take advantage of it as much as possible.You knew it was going to be a good lazy day.

[xratedffbarbiex]

On The Desk.

Day 22 of the NSFW smut writing challenge. Words: 2746 Player: Marco Asensio. Warnings: angst but smut.  Request?: no.

A/N: This is a little AU, Marco isn’t Marco as we know him but I hope you still enjoy it. I was originally going to use this for Against The Wall but then THAT idea came to me which I thought was much better. 

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She slams the door far harder than needed and stalks towards the building. She can see a single light on, the rest of the floor is in complete darkness. She’s hoping it’s him as she knows he often stays behind late at night to finish his columns and do research. Ideally, she wants him on his own so she can truly lay in to him. Fury rushes through her veins as she enters the building, armed with the newspaper and storms up the stairs to try and burn off some of her anger rather than taking the elevator.

With each step, her blood boils further as the words written in the paper comes back to her. Each step she takes becomes heavier, a true tantrum as she approaches his office. She’d usually had a good relationship with him, they exchange many conversations, jokes and inside information. Their relationship was often flirtatious and even though she’s never admitted it to anyone, they’ve shared a few secret kisses. But lately, he’s spoken poorly of her. What started as a few jibes here and there has resulted in a full article dragging her down.

While usually she could ignore him and his bitchy comments, she feels this is a step too far. In the locker room the girls made her feel better, they questioned why he’d suddenly got it in for her. Why his attitude had completely changed, done a 360 and why he seemed passionate about writing her so negatively. She had no answers for them and though she could easily just ring or text him, she wanted to confront him.

No, she wants to see his face as she calls him out on his bullshit. She pushes open the floor doors, is hit with the smell of coffee, the few plants that are scattered around and the fading smell of sweat. Scrunching her nose up, she continues towards the light and is relieved to see him sat at the desk.

“Hello beautiful,” he turns in his chair and watches as she strides towards him. “Fuck off Marco, I’m not here for that.” She snarls at him as she opens the paper. He sits back, locks his fingers behind his head and sways the chair from side to side while watching her find what she wants. “While she may be breaking records off the pitch with her title of most followed female athlete on Instagram, she’s failing to do so on the pitch.” She angrily reads, “Not only does it appear she’s out of her depth within her new team,” she eyes him “I am not,” she glares, “but she also struggles to find the back of the net. I also note her inability to complete 90 minutes on the pitch without either being subbed or opting to walk instead, showing a lack of stamina as of late. I, and many others, are left wondering if her last successful season is the highlight of her career and if this is it.”

The more she reads, the angrier she becomes. Dropping the paper, she throws it at him, sending the sheets fluttering around them as she towers above him. “Excellent display of reading abilities. Not to mention a talent of making a mess too.” He gestures to the sheets surrounding them. “What is this shit?” She hisses at him. “What others are saying.” He shrugs. “And you.” “I never said that.” “You and others are left wondering if last season was my peak and I’m now declining.” The snap is back in her voice and she does nothing to hide it. “Just because it states I think so doesn’t mean I do. I’d have thought you knew me well enough by now.” “Oh, sorry,” she responds sarcastically. “You have to excuse my confusion. When I read you thought something, I misunderstood that you thought it.” She puts her hands on her hips and doesn’t break eye contact.

She hates the way Marco looks at her. His dark eyes trace her body, his tongue peeks from his mouth and swipes over his lips quickly. He adjusts how he sits, spreads his legs a little more and rests his hands on his knees. “Don’t look at me like this.” “I can’t help it. Anger works for you.” Despite her rage, her stomach flutters with butterflies and her pussy clenches. “You look fiery, passionate, your eyes are darker and you look stunning. Powerful. Intimidating.” She runs a hand through her hair, confused by the rage she still feels but it’s slowly ebbing away and the lust that’s building as she watches him.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t attracted to him. She’d always found him gorgeous and had thought of kissing him again ever since those stolen moments. “What’s wrong? Caught you off guard with compliments?” He asks, resting his elbows on his knees. “No.” His grin gets bigger, knowing he has. He watches her resolve crumbling, feels her anger fading and takes notice of the subtle changes to her body language. The way she gently rubs her thighs together, the slight flush of her cheeks, her breathing has changed and she’s looking at him differently. In the same way she had when she’d kissed him before.

He’d always found her attractive. He found her beautiful, longed to see her smile the first time he met her and wanted to keep making her smile once he’d had. He remembers how she’d clutched at his shirt and held him by the short hair at the back of his head as she’d kissed him. He enjoyed these moments, him breaking down her barriers and making her feel something. He enjoyed teasing her through the articles. Marco knew she poured herself over them, absorbing each word that he wrote. He knew she took pride in what he wrote. She beamed when he praised her, when he lifted her up and built her confidence. He also knew articles like these, the previous ones with hard hitting words that it pained him to write, even if it was true, only helped her further. She was determined to prove him wrong, she worked harder, trained more which resulted in incredible performances and he knew that she’d do the same with this one. While he knew it wasn’t nice to read, he meant what he said. He’d agreed with some of the comments but not all of them. He wanted to prove not only him wrong, but everyone else too.

“You think I have a lack of stamina?” She asks him, stepping towards him. “That I can’t finish or do what needs to be done?” “I speak from experience.” He replies leaning back as she stands before him. “You’re one to start but never one to finish.” “I know you’re trying to provoke me.” “It’s not trying if I’ve already succeeded. It got you here didn’t it?” He reaches out, his fingers close to the backs of her thighs before he halts. He wants to touch her, oh he wants to touch her but he wants her to say so.  He wants her to take the initiative and suggest it first. Her mind flickers for a moment to the security system, wondering if there are any cameras that are at this side of the building or any that may be facing Marco’s desk. “Are there are any cameras here?” She asks cautiously, knowing full well what a few pictures or the full leaked footage of what she had planned could do to her career. “No. Not on this office. Why?” “Is this what you wanted?” She asks, lust finally taking over and clouding her better judgement. She straddles his lap, her legs on the outside of his as she sinks down onto his lap. She places his hands on her thighs, the soft material of her training tracksuit fills his hands. “Or did you want something else?” She asks. “You think I write these things to try and get you to come here?” he slowly rubs up and down her thighs, every movement licks away another wave of anger. His touch is light, but no amount of pressure could have a better response from her. “Do you not? You don’t write something to get a reaction from me?” “I have to say, I didn’t expect this.” Being completely honest with herself, neither was she. “This wasn’t the plan when I got out of my car.” Marco’s hands round over her hips and come to settle behind her on her ass. He cups as much as he can within his hands and stares up at her. “Sooo…your new plan is to sit on me and just stare or…?”

She rolls her eyes and leans back, her fingers reach for the bottom of her shirt. Pulling it up, exposing more skin that he’s seen of hers before, he doesn’t know where to look first. He’d always considered himself as an ass man but seeing the lace of her bra in front of his face, he’s having second thoughts. She discards the shirt and ruffles her hair. Marco reaches up and pulls a cup down, exposing her nipple and pushing her breast upwards. Leaning forward, he circles the bud with his tongue before closing his mouth over it. She arches her back, her voice currently lost as his mouth connects with her body in an alien way to what she’s used to.

She steadies herself, holding onto his shoulders as his mouth teases her breast. Reaching behind her, she unclips her bra and pulls it from her body while Marco doesn’t stop what he’s doing, his tongue working her nipple hard. Beneath her, she feels him hardening against her, straining against his jeans and reminds her of what she wants. “Marco,” she moans his name softly, far quieter than she had intended to say it and with no sign that there ever had been any anger within her. He turns the chair, his hand reaches out and he swipes as much off the desk as he can as she laughs. “You’re really movie-styling this.” “Hey, it’s my chance to show you what I’ve got right?” She places her palms on the desk and hoists herself up, sitting close to the edge. His hands grip the material of her bottoms and pulls them down roughly. It causes her lower half to jerk forward, a delicious burn covers her ass as the material rips across her cheeks and down her legs. She kicks a shoe off, enabling him to remove her underwear and tracksuit from one leg, leaving it handing at the ankle on the other. She leans back, her elbows propping herself up on the desk as she opens her legs, exposing her pussy for him for the first time as she rests her feet on the arms of his chair.

Marco scoots forward, his eyes fully on her core he pushes her thighs apart and presses his lips to her folds, his tongue darting between them and inside of her quicker than she could have anticipated. Her head drops back, her butt presses down onto the table as she angles herself onto his waiting tongue. He thrusts it in and out of her, lapping up any and all juices that she gives to him before pushing back inside of her once more. Her fingers dig into the table top and any signs of arousal she may have had whilst straddling him were nothing compared to the heat rushing through her now.

He drags his tongue up to her clit and flicks over it until she’s a quivering mess before licking away at her wetness and dipping back inside her again. He listens to her body, uses it to his advantage as he tries to push her to the breaking point before pulling back. He feels her legs clench around him as he sucks on her clit, hears the way she swears above him and whimpers in the sexiest of ways. He winces when she grips his hair, forcing his face further against her pussy but gives her exactly what she wants. His tongue doesn’t stop, it circles, flicks and sucks against her bead until the chair rattles against the desk, until she’s writhing beneath him, her elbows finally giving way and she collapses against the desktop. “Fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she pants, losing all vision as she calls his name as she finally lets go. He slows to a stop, her climax still rippling through her as he sits back to observe his work, his hands quickly unbuckling his belt and pulling down his zip.

Licking his lips, enjoying the taste of her in his mouth, he grips his cock and strokes it as she lifts her head to look at him with glossy eyes. “I hate you.” She slips from the desk and lands on his thighs, edging forward until she’s able to lift and hover over his cock. “Good, now fuck me like you do.” She sinks down, each inch enters her easily until she’s seated once more upon him. Her eyes, still unfocused from her orgasm, rolls into the back of her head as she begins to ride him. She grips his shoulders as she rocks against him. She knows she’s giving him the best view possible. She circles her hips, pulls them up only to slam back down onto him once more. Each time she feels him hit that sweet spot within her, she craves it further. Despite reaching her orgasm only minutes ago, she sets the pace for her own enjoyment, not giving him much regard. He’d brought this on himself and even though she was no longer angry at him, she was taking what she wanted before allowing him his own ending. Marco’s fingers grip her waist, his fingers digging into her to the point where she knows they’ll leave a mark. She knows they’ll be spotted and asked about the next time she showers and changes after a game but she doesn’t care. She enjoys the feeling of his hands on her in this way.

Marco doesn’t know where to look. He drags his gaze from watching her take every inch of his cock inside of her, to try and memorise the curve of her body, burn the image into his brain of the way her boobs bounce as she rides him and the look of pure ecstasy upon her face as she concentrates on what she wants. He’d always thought of her as powerful but seeing her take over like this was something else. He couldn’t tell her to get off him and switch positions even if he wanted. He’d envisioned fucking her over his desk, her bent over, face down against the surface while his hands are on her ass, watching as he sank into her again and again but this was better than the fantasy. For now.

With each drag of her hips as she slides back up him, she clenches her pussy walls, tightening around him and drawing out a deep, throaty groan that she’d happily hear repeatedly for the rest of her life if it meant fucking him like this to hear it. “Faster,” he encourages, “make me come.” She does as he says, her own nails now digging into his shoulders as her mouth parts but no noise comes out. Her hair drapes down over her face, strands stick to her forehead as he takes over. His hips buck up to meet hers before he holds her tighter, spilling himself into her within a few other thrusts of her hips. She pauses courteously to let him ride the waves of his climax as he had allowed her. When he looks up at her with that dopey look upon his face, his eyes dark and hazy and his breathing is returning to normal, that’s when she climbs off him. She slips her foot back into her underwear and her tracksuit bottoms, pulls them up and locates her shoe. “Is this going to the be reaction to all of my columns now or…?” He asks as he redresses. She finishes tying her lace and straightens up, her eyes coming to rest on his face once more. “Don’t ever doubt my performance or my stamina again.” She says, giving him one last once over before turning on her heel. Pushing open the doors to head back towards the stairwell, she hears his voice call out, “call me?”

[footballrecs]

so darling, just say you’ll stay right by my side

pairings: marco asensio/mia (oc) oneshot by: varanest

notes: this is soooo cute and fluffy, i love baby fics.

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Player: Marco Asensio. Words: 706 Request: Like the reader always has some Spanish playing in their head? But because of the time difference they just think it's dreams or something and but then later on when they shift somewhere else, they keep hearing Spanish in their mind? Sorry if this is really lame 🙈 Warnings: mostly innocent, mentions at the very, very end of fainting.

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Living in a major city meant that languages from many different countries are spoken. From the restaurants to the streets, on the subway, buses or in the local grocery stores, another language will reach your ears. So, when you first heard it, it didn’t seem strange. You assumed you were unintentionally listening in on someone else’s conversation, not that you could understand Spanish, but you felt as though you were interfering and moved away. Or so you thought.

You’d moved to a different part of the store but still his voice followed you. His words made little sense, your understanding of Spanish didn’t progress past greetings and words of gratitude, but it felt private. You turned to see where the owner of the voice was, wanting to give them an apologetic smile and dip out of their way, but when you’d turned, you’d found yourself in the aisle alone with the voice speaking as clearly in your ear as though the owner was stood next to you.

Confusion had affected you so much that you’d left your basket of items on the floor and had you wandering back out onto the street with the voice continuing. No-one was following you, but the words didn’t stop. Songs would play on a loop, ones you hadn’t heard before they entered your mind but for some reason, you found yourself having certain lines or instrumentals stuck in your head for hours or days at a time. His voice would continue, really coming alive on an evening. It felt as though you’d tuned in on an incorrect radio station and couldn’t switch it back off.

He wouldn’t always be there, only dipping in and out every so often each week but as time went on, you found yourself understanding more of what was being said until you heard it as clearly as your own language. You understood the songs, heard his conversations whether you wanted to or not and laughed at his inner monologue as he did mundane jobs. You found yourself wondering when he’d next appear in your mind, with you now having the ability to push his voice to the back of your mind when you were working or socialising with your friends and family.

It’s not until you’re settling down on the sofa, snacks surrounding you and a few friends over that you find yourself pausing as you reach for your drink. The voice you’ve heard in your head is coming through the TV speakers. Your fingertips brush the edge of the glass, knocking it to the floor but you can’t stop staring at the dark-haired beauty on your screen. He grins, flashing a perfectly white set of teeth, lighting up his face as he does so. His hand reaches up and fusses with his short, perfectly styled hair. The screen informs you that he’s Marco Asensio.

You can hear you friend ask if you’re ok, but you can’t pull your gaze from the screen. The voice matches perfectly, his tone, the way his voice gets higher as he smiles and laughs along with what’s being said. Having spent months with his voice inside your mind and you trying to think of what he’d look like, this is overwhelming. His smooth voice fit him, though you find yourself drowning it out as you take the man himself in.

You’re so beautiful, you think, unable to believe that this is the person who has been living, quite literally, rent free in your mind.

You watch as his eyebrows knit together, confusion taking over his features as he listens.

“Sorry, what was that?” He asks.

“I asked how yourself and the team have prepared for these matches whilst out here and if it was different to the way you’ve trained for other matches.”

“I thought you said you’re so...” he trails off and blinks quickly.

“You’re so what?” The interviewer asks but Marco shakes his head.

Did you just hear me? Your mind is screaming and when he reacts again, turning to look around him, you feel your chest tightening, the room begins to spin, and your name being called by your friends as they scramble to catch you as you faint is the last thing you take in.

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Day 21 ~ Marco Asensio

Christmas Present Surprise

Countdown to Christmas 2020

SMUT

When are you home?

You sent the message to Marco watching your phone closely hoping for a quick reply. The idea was already running through your head but it would only work with Marco being out of the house for a few more hours. You had only just got the idea a few moments ago so needed time to go out and get everything and set it all up before he gets home and you don’t know what time that is. He’s been out for a while already with his brother and a couple of mates but he didn’t tell you what time he would be home.

Probably be another 2 hours or so

The reply read. A smile came over your face when you read it knowing that you had enough time to get everything sorted before Marco gets home.

As quickly as you could you got dressed in any random clothes and put your shoes on before getting in the car so you could drive to the shopping centre. Luckily it wasn’t that far away so the drive wouldn’t be that long and you could get back quickly. Well, that depends on how busy it is and how long the queue will be. Seeing the car park as you pulled up you groaned. There were going to be so many people in the shop and you hated being surrounded by many people but you would have to deal with it if you wanted to surprise Marco it’s why you usually do your shopping early on to avoid going into shops this time of year. Surprisingly there weren't actually that many people around. They were probably all already in shops meaning the walkway between all of them was surprisingly quiet. It didn’t take long for you to get to the shop and you quickly went in to pick up what you needed to get for the surprise before paying for it all and making your way back to your car and home. You’d rather not be around a lot of people for a long period of time.

When you got home you rushed around the house trying to sort out things before finally settling in the bedroom. Most of it, well no, all of it was being set up in the bedroom since that’s where the surprise is going to take place. You only had to rush around the rest of the house to grab things that would be needed in the bedroom. Surprisingly it didn’t take long to set up the surprise up and make sure that everything was perfect. All you had to do now was wait for Marco to return and then it would be perfect.

“Y/N,” Marco shouted when he entered the house.

“Bedroom,” You shouted back. You were feeling a bit nervous about this and what Marco’s reaction would be. Never in all of the years that you have been dating have you done something like this. Either his reaction would be everything that you hope it will be and more or it will be horrible and you’ve totally embarrassed yourself. You hope and think that it would be former but you can never be 100% certain.

Marco pushed open the bedroom door but stopped right there when he saw you. You were standing there in the middle of the room which had candles lit and soft music being played in the background. It was really romantic but he was more focused on what you were wearing. You had brought a sexy Santa costume to wear for Marco and it was really short. It wasn’t really leaving anything to his imagination.

“Marco,” You said unsurely. He blinked a little bit trying to knock himself out of the haze that he was in. He glanced up and down your body taking it all in when his eyes met yours. You saw his eyes filled with lust and they were glazed over showing how affected he was by you. You could barely see the brown in his eyes because of how turned on he was with you right now. Oh yes, he liked it. He liked it a lot. You opened your mouth to speak again but before any words could leave your mouth you felt his against yours. He kissed you with great force. He wanted all of you. He wanted all of you now. Your heart was still pounding in your chest and you’re sure Marco could hear it or at least feel it because of how close he was. His hands were all over what you were wearing. He needed to be near you so therefore couldn’t look at you so he had to feel you. You could feel how much this was affecting him against your thigh and you rolled your leg forward against him causing a choked moan to leave his mouth.

“You did all of this for me,” Marco said to you before kissing you again. You could only focus on how soft he went all of a sudden against your mouth. It started rough and now he’s gone soft. You could only focus on how addictively he invaded all of your senses. All you could feel, taste, smell was Marco. He was surrounding you and you were loving it. You could feel the wetness dripping down your thighs as well.

“Hermosa,” He said gasping for air when he pulled away. Whilst the two of you weren’t kissing you went to reach to take off what you were wearing but Marco stopped you.

“Keep it on,” Marco gasped out words merging together making what he said barely making sense but you managed to make out what he was saying. You nodded your head but reached for his top taking it off and throwing it somewhere in the room. You then went for his trousers and boxers not wanting to waste any more time.

Once all of his clothes were on the floor he pushed you straight onto the bed and climbed on top of you. The bottom of your dress was raised higher making it easier for him to have access. You noticed the hitch in breathing when he noticed that you weren’t wearing anything under the dress. His fingers didn’t trail up that far so he hadn’t noticed before. He reached over and grabbed the lube coating his fingers in it before throwing it back onto the bedside table.

“You sure?” He asked you wanted to make sure that you really wanted this. His fingers tracing over your entrance but not pushing any in until you said that it was alright.

“Yeah, come one,” You said, lifting your hips up hoping he got the idea. Instantly you felt two fingers push into you. He kept them still for a couple of seconds before fucking you with them and stretching you out. When he deemed you ready he added a third finger but didn’t stop and continued to move them. He worked his way up to four his lips still on your neck kissing around and making some marks not even caring about making them and people seeing it.

“Marco,” You said, not being able to get any other words out. He seemed to understand what you were saying though and pulled out his fingers wiping them onto the bed sheet making a mental note to change them once you finish. He’d rather not fall asleep on dirty sheets. He leaned over you to grab the condom before putting it on. The condom already had lube on so he didn’t need to worry about that. It was still on the bedside table from when he put it on his fingers but he didn’t need it. One hand was by the side of your head holding himself up whilst the other was on his cock guiding it to your entrance. He looked you in the eye making sure that you really want this and when you nodded your head letting him know that it was okay he started to push in. He moved slowly at first but never stopped. He watched you face closely looking for any discomfort that came across your face. He stretched you out well but you never know and he would hate for you to be in any pain at all. He only stopped pushing in when he was fully inside waiting until you were fully comfortable. He felt the need to move but kept himself still for you.

“Marco move,” You somehow managed to gasp out. Marco moved around trying to get in a better position by placing one hand on your waist so you couldn’t move. He pulled out of you before thrusting in. Hard. He was moving slow but making sure his thrusts were deep making sure to hit all of the right spots. Too slow though. You just wanted him to speed up. You needed him to.

“F-F-Faster,” You groaned out trying to move yourself to speed him up. Somehow Marco slowed down, even more, trying to tease you. He wanted you to get you as worked up as possible and he could tell that it was working. You didn’t even think that it was possible to go slower considering how slow he was going before. His hand that was on your waist did move to your thigh pushing it up so he can thrust in even deeper than before.

“Marco,” You whined when he still wasn’t moving how you wanted him to. Your hands were scratching down his back obviously leaving scratch marks there and you were hoping that would spur him on. Clearly not.

“You tease me so I tease you,” He smirked at you. All you could do was take it and let Marco move at the pace that he wanted and hope he would soon speed up. Not that it wasn’t pleasurable because it was but it would be even better if he sped up. He did eventually move faster and thrusting into you with great force hitting your g-spot with every thrust and you couldn’t stop the moans from leaving your mouth not even caring if your neighbours can hear you. They were either words that couldn’t be understood or his name. Mainly his name. You're sure your neighbours know his name off by heart by now even if one of them only moved in a week ago. His hand that was holding your thigh eventually moved away and allowed your thigh to lie back on the bed but Marco didn’t falter in his thrusts. He caressed down it and his hand made its way towards your clit. As soon as his hand made contact with it your hips raised up wanting more and luckily Marco decided not to tease you anymore. He moved his fingers over your clit in the exact way that you like.

“Marco, Marco, Marco,” You chanted as his fingers kept rubbing until you hit your climax. Marco kept rubbing through your climax only stopping when you finished and relaxed against the bed. When he pulled his fingers away he planted his hands firmly on the bed and started to erratically thrust trying to reach his own. You were unconsciously squeezing down on him making reach his climax quicker.

“Mierda,” Marco said as he climaxed. The two of you were breathing heavy trying to catch your breaths before having to move to clean up and all that. Once he caught some of his breath back Marco took off the condom and tied it before throwing it in the bin and making his way back to you so the both of you could shower before changing the bedsheets and going to sleep.

“I'm going to have to wear this more often,” You laughed. He just let out a soft chuckle at this but you knew that he would like that. You were definitely saving this outfit for another day. Maybe you should get more outfits, not just a Christmas one so you can surprise him throughout the whole year.

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