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percervall · 1 year

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if your cascade ocean wave blues come

Player: Marcos Llorente Words: 1084 Warnings: Detailed description of a panic attack, dealing with mental health struggles, smut (just teeny bit), cockwarming (if you squint) A/N: I had this idea for a while but couldn't figure out where to begin until it hit me one Sunday and I wrote the whole thing pretty much in one sitting

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You know before you even look at the clock that it’s early in the morning. It’s still pitch black, the world outside of your bedroom is very much still asleep. If only you were that lucky. You can feel the worry gnawing at the edges of you as it takes up more and more space. Sighing, you toss and turn, trying to find the sweet spot on your pillow that will shut your brain up. It had been quiet up until the moment it woke you up, the pre-bedtime activities enough to tire you out, your anxiety riddled brain peacefully going along. Unfortunately for you, your brain wins this fight; thoughts begin running a million miles an hour and you can feel the panic slowly clawing its way into your chest and up your throat.

You’re trying to fight the unravelling with logic, but it’s to no avail when your head keeps pelting you with what ifs and shouldn’t haves. You try to keep your breathing even, hoping that the war that’s raging in your body won’t wake up your boyfriend, but the feeling of someone squeezing your throat closed does absolutely nothing to help you do so.

In.. out.. you tell yourself, counting your breaths as hot tears burn at the corners of your eyes and you swallow down a sob. You squeeze your eyes shut, a hand clamped over your mouth as you try every single coping strategy your therapist taught you, but nothing works –the failure only adds to the panic that’s tearing its way through you, paralysing you in the process as the only thought that crosses your mind is I can’t breathe.

You know it’s too late to take the sleeping tablets she prescribed you with; if you take one now, you’ll be knocked out for the next 9 hours. The weighted blanket you would fall back on is still at your own flat, seeing as you had forgotten to bring it. You hadn’t thought you would need it, things had been going so well ever since you switched meds –too well apparently. Right now you could kick yourself for your optimism. Granted, things had been a lot worse at the beginning of your relationship with Marcos, where the anxiety had felt debilitating at times and you even wondered what he saw in you in the first place. Thankfully he was quick to dispel all your doubts and assure you that if anything, it made him want to love you harder, fiercer.

Trying the breathing exercise once more, you let out a shaky breath but it’s not working. A frustrated sob escapes as an arm wraps itself around your waist, pulling you closer.

“‘S wrong?” your boyfriend mutters in your ear, still half asleep. You try to answer him, but the panic has made it impossible to form a coherent thought. Instead you let out the sobs you’d tried to bite back.

“Hey,” Marcos says, sounding a lot more awake now, “hey, I’ve got you.”

You allow him to turn you around, to pull you against him. You claw at his chest, the feeling of his skin under your fingertips serving as a small reminder of what lulled you to sleep in the first place. Marcos keeps whispering sweet nothings in your ear, keeps running his fingers through your hair. You can feel his heart beating in his chest where your fingertips rest against his skin. The steady thud thud thud provides you with the lifeline you need in order to break through the haze of anxiety, as you slowly, so very slowly, return into your body. You realise how tense your muscles are as you try to relax into him, how you feel an ache whenever you move your legs, serving as another reminder as to what served as a sleeping aid.

Marcos rubs slow little circles over your shoulder, the touch enough to break through the last of the fog in your brain. Your body feels heavy all of a sudden as the tension drains out of you. Taking a deep breath, you exhale slowly, before opening your eyes. A dull ache is settling behind your eyes and you know that it’ll feel like you’ve been hit by a truck when you wake up tomorrow, but you’ll gladly deal with that over the aftermath of a full blown panic attack that would lead you down the scary spiralling thoughts rabbit hole.

Marcos looks at you, his eyes swimming with concern and adoration for you.

“Had an anxiety attack?” he asks and you nod.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” you whisper, “just want to stop thinking.” Marcos smiles sleepily and pulls you even closer.

“I thought you had fucked me dumb,” you confess, voice small, cheeks burning and core throbbing as more memories flood your head of how he had pulled orgasm after orgasm from you. Marcos’ chuckle reverberates through your chest and you can almost make out his cocky grin at your disguised compliment.

“Let me try something. Am too tired to fuck you dumb as you so eloquently put it,” he says, pulling your thigh over his hip, “but maybe this’ll do the trick,” he adds and gently, so very gently nudges his semi-hard cock into you. You gasp, the feeling of him stretching you is almost overwhelming. He slides in easily, you’re still dripping from earlier with your own release mingled with his cum. Marcos holds you against him, one hand buried underneath his pillow while the other grips the fleshy part of where thigh meets hip. Your breath comes out panting as you get used to the feeling of him, fighting the urge to roll your hips.

“God, you always feel so good,” Marcos all but groans. You can’t help but moan in agreement, the feeling of being so full enough to make your brain stop whirling. It forces you to remain firmly in your body and out of your head. Marcos allows you to snuggle into him, and you let out a content little sigh as the exhaustion tugs at you.

“Think you can sleep like this?” Marcos murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You nod, letting out a soft hum in agreement as your eyes struggle to remain open.

“Thank you,” you mumble.

“Mm, more than welcome mi flor. Sleep, baby,” he murmurs, and it’s all the encouragement you need to fall asleep, feeling so warm and safe wrapped up in the cocoon his body creates for you.

ngl, I was nervous to post this one. Having dealt with mental health problems myself (and having suffered from panic attacks), it hit a little close to home. Know that if you recognise yourself in this fic, you are worthy of help and love.

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footballffbarbiex · 2 years

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Thinkin’ Of A Few Things

player: marcos llorente words: 874 request and warnings: Uhhh a smut one when shes congratulating him for the title win is a classic... or maybe using this beach pic? She’s wearing the tiniest bikini she could find, he’s not dealing well with it, maybe some really intense makeout at the sea and they end up rushing to the hotel where she’s thrown on the bed and he only pulls the bikini bottoms aside cause he wants to fuck her with that stupid tiny bikini ON.

With the sun beating down upon the beachgoers, the smell of heat, sea and sun cream is lingering in the air. Away from the Spanish sun, and tucked away in a secluded spot on a Greek island, their villa was private with its own access to the beach. Partially under a parasol, she stretches out and sighs contently, feeling for Marcos beside her. He looked peaceful, laid with his eyes closed and for a moment, she thought he might have fallen asleep but the small smile that curves his lips as her fingers touch his says otherwise.

“I was thinking of taking a dip, want to join me?” She asks, knowing submerging herself beneath the cool surface would feel amazing right now.

“You really think I’m going to turn down the excuse to have my hands on you?” He chances a peek, keeping one eye closed as he shields his eyes from the sun.

“You could surprise me.” She gives a small one shouldered shrug as she sits up and adjusts her bikini top, fully aware of his lingering stares as she gets to her feet and moves quickly towards the cool, shallow waves.

She’d purposely chosen this one. The tiniest bikini she could find which still contained her. There’d been a few she liked the look of but after trying them on, she decided that one false move would end up with her vagina on show or more than a nip slip to grace anyone’s sight. As much as she loved the ease of access that a bikini brought, she didn’t want the whole world seeing what only Marcos should. This left something to the imagination, but only just, and she knew that Marcos' imagination was going to dirty places.

Wading deeper into the water, it laps against her thighs as she continues, the sound of Marcos hitting the water behind her now audible. His arms are around her in seconds, his chin brushing against her shoulder as they walk closely into deeper water until she bends, dipping her body up to her shoulders beneath the surface. He mirrors her, pulling her body closer to him as she drapes her arms over his broad shoulders.

“Looking a bit cold there, baby,” she grins at him as she notices his lip tremble and the shiver that ripples through him.

“Just slightly,” he grins at her, his hands smoothing over her skin and down her back. Marcos has been in high spirits since Atleti had won the league.

“Mmmm, anything I can do to help with that problem?”

“I can think of a few things, yeah.” Marcos rubs his nose against the tip of hers until she tilts her face up a little more and their lips meet.

The kisses that follow have little time to start off slow before their need takes over. What was slow yet deep kisses pick up the pace when Marcos runs his hands over her thighs and pulls her up and she wraps her legs around his waist. She runs her fingers over his nape with one hand and strokes over his muscular back with her other.

His own hands hold her in place, fingers occasionally tugs at the strings of her bikini top. It’s teasing but it’s all it is, an empty threat. She knows deep down that he wouldn’t undo it, but her body still fully anticipates the feeling of release from them. The water lapping at her skin, cooling where it licks, the feel of his hands, the way his mouth still claims hers and the feeling of his erection begins to nudge against her ass all contribute to the fire in her belly that flickers out to the rest of her. She tries to concentrate on his mouth and only his mouth but when he bucks up to her, the whine that she pours into his mouth escalates everything.

“Not here.”

When pushed, she lands on the bed with a soft bounce. His hands push open her knees and he’s between her thighs in what feels like seconds. He slaps her hands away when she begins to try to take the bottoms off, the expression on his face tells her not to try it. Two fingers pull her bikini bottoms to the side, the wetness that makes her folds glisten is a different wetness that made her bikini so.

“Don’t worry,” he says as he dips his hand into his shorts and pulls his cock free. “I’m gonna taste this pussy soon enough. But for now,” he runs the tip of his dick up and down her folds, trying to coat as much of the soft dome in as much of her essence as he can.

“Come on baby, no teasing. Mmmm, just fuck me.” She circles her hips, grinding her pussy against him and bites her lip as he finally pushes through her folds and enters her. Marcos keeps his hand that exposes her where it is as he begins to thrust, needing to watch as she takes him. Every so often he’ll look back up at her face before the sound of her taking every inch of him that he wants to give pulls his attention back to between her legs once more.

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iwriteficsandtragedies · 6 years

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*Please read any warnings and/or author’s notes at the top of fics/chapters. NSFW is marked.*

Series

New - Lifelong friends Sergio Ramos and Emilia are just that - friends. Right? [Completed]

Number 20 - Meeting Marco Asensio one night at the Santiago Bernabéu changed your whole life. [ON HIATUS]

Locked Down - part 1, part 2, part 3

The Break Up (Leon Goretzka) - Before You Go, Relapse, Echoes, Invisible String

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percervall · 1 year

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and it sounds just like a song

Player: Marcos Llorente Words: 738 Warnings: Smut from the first paragraph, masturbation (f), unprotected sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms (f) A/N: I blame Atleti's admin for this, they're feeding the brain rot about this slut of a man. I wrote this in a couple of hours and barely edited it so please be kind @mercedesjpg hope you enjoy!

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He hears her before he sees her. Marcos can’t help the grin that spreads on his face as he opens the door into the living room to see his girlfriend on the couch, wearing nothing but an old Atleti t-shirt, back arching and body trembling as an orgasm tears through her.

“What a sight to come home to,” he comments, closing the door behind him. He leans against it, arms crossed as he keeps watching her.

“All your fault,” she all but moans as she comes down, hips still bucking as she keeps the toy pressed against her clit, “oh fuck..”

A whine leaves her mouth as she throws her head back. The vibrations against her already sensitive clit are enough to send her flying again. He can feel his cock straining against his tracksuit bottoms as he watches her.

“How is this my fault baby, you’re the one with a vibrator against her dripping pussy,” he coos, moving closer. He takes the toy from her hand and drags it through her folds, down to her opening, collecting her wetness, before moving it back up to her clit.

“It’s your slutty behaviour. You might-.. Fuck… you might as well show up to training in speedos next time,” she manages to say as she pants. Marcos smirks and presses a button to increase the intensity of the vibrations, making her cry out as he drags it over her clit.

“Sun’s out, thighs out. Not my fault the social media team captures it every time,” he comments and keeps the toy pressed against her.

“Oh God.. Marcos.. I’m gonna.. So close…” she mumbles, as the muscles in her thighs tremble.

“One more, let go, hermosa..” he murmurs, watching as she comes undone for the third time.

“More.. I need-.. Please.. Marcos..” she whines, not finishing any of her sentences, thoughts inchorrent as she comes down from her high, hips moving in slow circles.

“What do you need, baby?” he all but purrs, turning the vibrations down to the lowest setting.

“Need more.. Need you.. Please, fuck me.. Marcos.. Please..” He doesn’t need more encouragement than that. Marcos turns the toy off, dropping it to the floor before stripping. He then helps her undress before turning her over onto her stomach.

“Such a needy girl, aren’t you?” Marcos says, holding onto her hips as he slowly enters her from behind. She can only moan in return, the feeling of him stretching her almost overwhelming.

“Please..” she whispers, fingers desperately clutching at the couch cushions. Marcos hums and sets an unrelenting pace, filling her so deep she sees stars.

“Yes…” she moans, eyes fluttering closed as he gives her what she needs. She tilts her hips ever so slightly, making him hit that spot inside her.

“Fuck! Right there.. Don’t-.. Don’t stop…”

“Feel so good baby. Gonna be a good girl for me and let me fuck you? Just let me use this pretty pussy?” Marcos’ words send a jolt of lust down her and she can only nod. His fingers dig into her as he gives her what she begged for. Marcos keeps murmuring praise and absolutely filthy things, half of which barely even register in her lust-clouded brain. She can feel her orgasm building. She knows it won’t be as gentle as the previous ones, they all helped build up this tidal wave that’s threatening to pull her under. Marcos is about to absolutely ruin her.

“Marcos-.. Can-.. Need.. Please can I cum?” she begs, her voice breaking with a sob of pure need.

“That’s it baby, let go for me.. Need to feel you cum,” he all but grunts, reaching a hand down to rub tight little circles over her sensitive bud. Her orgasm washes over her, pulling her under as her vision blurs, body trembling with the intensity of it. Marcos is quick to follow, spilling into her with a groan.

As she returns into her body, she can hear the echo of someone screaming bouncing off the walls in the living room. Marcos lets go of her hips, pulling out and picking up his discarded shirt from the floor to help her clean up. She clings to him as she allows him to turn her onto her back.

“Thank you,” she murmurs, eyes still unfocussed as she looks at him.

“Mm, you’re welcome hermosa. I love you,” he replies softly, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

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percervall · 1 year

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I thought I knew what love was (what did I know?)

Player: Marcos Llorente Words: 950 Warnings: Fluff, descriptions of anxiety related to public perception (minor) Request: PDA - PDA with Marcos please, and maybe it annoys people when it happens A/N: tweaked it a little bit, hope you like it!

title from First Aid Kit's The Boys of Summer

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You had never been one for public displays of affection beyond holding hands. It had always made you uncomfortable when you saw others do it, so why subject those around you to the same discomfort? Although your perspective did shift a little the moment you started dating your current boyfriend. There were times where you psychically ached to feel his lips against your skin as his lips curled up in that trademark smirk that always gave you butterflies, where your fingers itched to feel him –any part of him. You had become the thing you had always tried to avoid, and there was a small part of you that hated how needy you had become. Fortunately your boyfriend never seemed to mind; if anything he leaned heavily into it, always whispering encouragements in your ear whenever people looked at you with something you had begun to label as a milder form of disgust. Let them look baby, he’d whisper, they’re just jealous.

And maybe Marcos was right, but it was hard to not let it affect you. Whenever he leaned in to kiss you when you were around others, you’d quickly turn your head so his lips would land on your cheek or hair instead. Your heart broke a tiny bit every time he’d frown at you as his lips landed anywhere that was not your lips. The final straw was when you dropped him off for practice and you had pretty much refused to kiss him when you saw his teammates and members of staff walking towards the building. Marcos’ brows furrowed but he didn’t say a word, instead he pressed a brief kiss to your temple. The shame and hurt you felt on his behalf sat heavy in the pit of your stomach for the rest of the day, making it difficult to focus on your work. You tried your hardest to block it out, burying yourself in financial statements instead.

When you pulled into the parking lot of the Ciudad Deportiva at the end of the afternoon, Marcos was already waiting for you. You killed the engine and rolled the window down when he walked over to you.

“Come with me. Please?” he said, holding out his hand. Confused as to what he needed to show you, you got out of the car and took his hand and let him guide you into the training grounds. Most of the team was still in the dining hall, thermos of hot water littered around the room, as the boys lounged on the couches. Marcos pulled you closer, your chest pressed against his.

“I’m going to kiss you, and you’re not allowed to pull away,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. You nodded, not knowing how else to respond. Marcos smiled that cheeky smile that always sent your heart racing and titled your face ever so slightly with a forefinger under your chin. His lips brushed against yours and your eyes fluttered closed, fingers curling into fists around the material of his long-sleeved training shirt. He hummed, deepening the kiss. You melted into him, still holding onto his shirt. The room around you faded to nothing, you were solely focussed on the feeling of Marcos’ lips on yours –tongue seeking entrance, of the way his hands squeezed your hips, of how the scent of his cologne enveloped you both. You broke the kiss, needing to come up for air, cheeks heating up. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, resting his lips there for a moment as you gathered your thoughts and tried to get your racing heart back under control. Marcos turned you to look at the room.

“See that?” he murmured in your ear as you looked at his teammates. You tried to figure out if anything had changed, but they were all still engrossed in their own conversations or phones.

“See what?” you asked, confused as to what he meant.

“Exactly,” Marcos said, “Anyone mind if I just stand here and kiss my girlfriend for a while?” he then asked his teammates. You would’ve covered his mouth with your hand if you had been able to, but Marcos had you pinned to his body. All you could do was stand there, horrified at the brashness of your boyfriend.

“Just don’t block the exit and if you decide to pull a Rodri, please do it somewhere I won’t have to see. Once was bad enough,” Jan commented as he walked past you.

“Oi, that’s on you for barging in without knocking first!” Rodrigo replied, his voice laced with humour at his friend’s discomfort.

“You decided to use the physio room for a mid-training session quickie, how was I supposed to know? Those doors come with locks, use ‘em,” Jan retorted, eyebrow raised.

You stood there, watching them bicker and tease one another as if it was a tennis match. You felt rather than heard Marcos’ chuckle as he pulled you closer again.

“Please, never turn away from my kisses again? I love you and I want to be able to show you just how much. The people who matter don’t mind, and those that mind don’t matter,” he said quietly, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. You nodded and hid your face in his chest.

“‘M sorry… I should’ve talked to you about how I was feeling instead of shutting you out. Am just not used to PDA, so it might take me a while. I want to, I want nothing more than to kiss you whenever I feel like it, but just.. Baby steps?” you all but whispered.

“Baby steps,” Marcos promised, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth.

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percervall · 1 year

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a holly jolly christmas

Player: Marcos Llorente Words: 698 Warnings: None, fluff Request: Christmas baking - do it the way you like This might be one of the most domestic fics I've written in a while. Had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you like it anon!

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The scent of cinnamon and ginger greeted him when he walked in the door.

“Babe?” Marcos called out, dropping his training gear by the stairs to be taken up later.

“Kitchen! Did you get my text?”

“Yeah, found the sugar,” he replied as he walked into the kitchen, placing the sugar on the counter. She threw a smile at him over her shoulder as she placed a rack into the oven.

“I could swear we had more in the pantry,” she commented, turning around and setting the timer.

“Who are you planning on feeding?” he asked with a chuckle.

“I promised to take some to Mrs. Álvarez, the neighbours are getting some instead of a gift as well. Antoine wanted a box, so did Jan and Koke. Oh, and Cholo wanted some as well!” Marcos' heart swelled at her excitement. She worked at the library and was responsible for setting up the reading programmes at the local primary schools, but loved baking and had always joked that if the library had to close down due to budget cuts, she’d start her own bakery. When his teammates realised she was also really good at it, they had been quick to take her up on the offer to buy small batches of holiday treats from her.

“Of course Anto asked for your gingerbread biscuits,” Marcos commented, wiping away a dusting of flour from her cheek. “Can I help?” She shook her head.

“No, not right now. How about you go shower and I’ll get the second batch going,” she said. Marcos gave her a quick kiss and went upstairs.

With his hair still wet, but now dressed in his favourite joggers and threadbare jumper, Marcos rejoined her in the kitchen. She was swaying ever so slightly to the Christmas music playing in the background as she weighed out the flour. Marcos smiled and tied an apron around himself as he came standing next to her.

“Alright, put me to work,” he said and quickly washed his hands.

“Could you roll out the dough that’s in the fridge and then cut out the biscuits? There’s cutters over there. Just choose one you like,” she said, pointing to her right. Marcos nodded and got the dough out of the fridge, grabbing the rolling pin as well. His parents had gifted her one for her birthday with spacing bands to help roll out the dough evenly and to the right thickness.

“How was training?” she asked, turning on her stand mixer.

“Cold. Like, I know we’re nearing winter, but it always catches me off guard when the temperature drops below 10 degrees,” Marcos said while rolling out the dough. She chuckled, looking up at him.

“It’s a good thing you don’t play for an English or German club, babe.” Marcos stuck his tongue out at her, making her laugh.

“But other than cold, it was good. Got two more sessions left before the final game of the year.”

“And the Christmas party! Did you manage to talk to Álvaro about carpooling?”

Marcos nodded and put the rolling pin down. “I did, he said he would ask his wife and let me know either tonight or tomorrow. Snowflake or Christmas tree?”

“Uhm, the trees I think. They’re easier to decorate for children, so we can put a few of those in the box for Anto,” she replied, turning off the mixer and wrapping the dough in cling film to chill. Wiping her hands on her apron, she joined him and helped move the cut out biscuits to a baking tray.

They worked in relative quiet for a while until the first three batches of gingerbread biscuits had come out of the oven and were cooling on the counter.

“Thanks for helping,” she said, leaning against him for a brief moment. Marcos smiled, wrapping his arms around her. He brushed more flour off her forehead and leaned down to kiss her.

“Anytime babe,” he murmured, which got him a smile in return that made his heart flutter. Although he wasn’t much of a baker himself, he’d always make time to help and support her the same way she always did for him and his career.

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percervall · 2 years

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Bonfires

Player: Marcos Llorente Words: 1104 Requested: No Warnings: None, fluff, friends to lovers A/N: This is my first fic for Llorente, please let me know what you think! 🧡 a big thank you to @theflyingfeeling for being my beta reader

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She loved this time of year. The days were still warm enough where it felt like summer would go on forever, but the evenings had started to get a nip to them as soon as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. Most of her friends had gone home already after helping her renovate her new house, so now it was just her and four of her best friends. Jan had decided to build a bonfire in the firepit in her new garden. Two of her friends had offered to quickly run to the store when Jan suggested it to get supplies for s’mores. Which left her and Marcos to clear up after a take away dinner.

Being alone with him made her nervous. Not because he made her nervous, but because she had the biggest crush on him for the longest time. The only person who knew was her best friend Julia who had –very unhelpfully– joined Antoine, giving her a wink as she walked out the door. She groaned internally, wishing she had never told Julia.

“So, how’s work been?” Marcos asked her, pulling her from her thoughts.

“Good. Busy, for sure, but good. How about you? Looking forward to the Champions League match?” she replied, scrubbing at a stain on a plate. Marcos leant against the counter, facing away from the sink as he waited for her to pass him the clean dishes.

“I love playing in different countries. It’s exhausting, don’t get me wrong, and I sometimes wish we’d spend more time in each place, but it’s the Champions League. That’s massive,” he mused, drying the plate she handed him.

“We see an uptick in sales every year when a Spanish club makes it to the group stages, it’s wild how far fans are willing to travel,” she said as she emptied the washing-up tub and rinsed it out.

“It’s always great to know that the fans are with us, it’s often what makes us work even harder on the pitch,” Marcos said and hung the tea towel to dry. She smiled at his answer and dried her hands. He helped her by carrying out glasses and drinks while she pulled a few throw blankets out of the chest she used as a coffee table. Now the sun was gone, it had gotten chilly outside. Antoine and Julia came busting through the front door in fits of giggles.

“Anto got the biggest marshmallows he could find in the store. Please someone tell him they’re not gonna fit on the graham crackers?”

“They’re gonna melt, it’ll fit!” Antoine replied, arms full with bags of marshmallows and chocolate bars. Julia rolled her eyes but followed him outside with a few boxes of crackers and metal skewers. She followed them outside with the blankets, shaking her head. The four of them had already picked their seats, leaving her a spot next to Marcos. She glared at Julia who blew her a kiss. She gratefully accepted the wine Jan offered her and took a large sip hoping it would calm her nerves as she sat down next to Marcos on the bench.

Julia and Antoine were still bickering over the size of the marshmallows as they roasted them over the fire. In that regard Julia and Anto were perfect for each other, and having been together for several years now should be enough evidence that they were. Jan on the other hand was the calm in the storm, the voice of logic if you will. She loved him dearly for it. And then there was Marcos, who was somewhere between Antoine and Jan; he loved to tease, but would drop everything in a heartbeat if you needed him.

“Here,” Marcos said quietly, offering her one of the s’more he’d made. She gratefully accepted and took a bite of the gooey treat. She moaned softly when the melted chocolate hit her tongue. For a moment she could swear something flashed across Marcos’ face, something that caught her off guard. Was she imaging things or was that a look of want? Surely it was the former; the alcohol was playing tricks on her or the flames dancing over his face cast a shadow. That was the only logical explanation she decided. She shouldn’t have accepted that second glass of wine.

“You have something-...” she said, not finishing her sentence as her thumb brushed against the corner of his mouth wiping away some of the melted chocolate. She didn’t know what hit her, but she sucked the pad of her finger into her mouth, licking the chocolate off. Marcos’ breath seemed to hitch, his eyes darkening for a second. His throat bobbed as he glanced down at her lips and back up. It made no damn sense. Why would he be looking at me like that, she thought. Her heart was hammering in her chest. Marcos’ face seemed to move closer.

“Just kiss her already! Ow!” Antoine said. She broke the spell Marcos had on her by looking over to her friends. Antoine was rubbing his ribs where Jan had elbowed him.

“I-.. I don’t understand… You-..?”

“Have the biggest crush on you,” Marcos interrupted, “have done for years. I wasn’t sure whether you felt the same way and I was too scared to lose you as a friend to ask.”

“Marcos..” she said, not knowing how to respond to his admission.

“I understand if you don’t-..” She interrupted him this time by kissing him. It was brief, a chaste brush of her lips against his to convey what she couldn’t tell him –that she felt the same about him. Marcos let out a startled noise but was quick to chase her lips after she pulled away. Her eyes fluttered closed as he kissed her, his hand resting against her cheek. Where hers had been tentative, his was full of conviction. Marcos tilted her face, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Her hands took hold of his hoodie as if to ground herself in reality, to make sure that this was really happening. Marcos rested his forehead against hers after he broke their kiss.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Probably as long as I have,” she admitted, still feeling a little breathless. Marcos smiled at her, giving her a quick kiss. He pulled her closer to him on the bench they were sitting on, wrapping an arm around her. She sighed contently, feeling the warmth of his body against hers, reminding her that yes, this was really happening. She huffed a laugh, staring into the flames. Who would’ve thought a new house would come with a new boyfriend?

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percervall · 2 years

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Prompts

in bold have already been requested

Decorating the tree

Dancing in the snow

Present shopping

Gift giving

Making a gingerbread house

Snowball fight

Mistletoe

Christmas baking

Christmas market

Making snowmen

Watching Christmas movies

Dancing to Christmas music

Requested so far

Kostas Tsimikas

Queen Anne/Aramis

Andy Robertson

Virgil van Dijk

Antoine Griezmann

Rodrigo De Paul

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Darwin Nunez

Ruben Dias

Marcos Llorente

Fernando Torres

John Stones

Kostas Tsimikas

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percervall · 2 years

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Posting schedule

I've decided to change the times and see if it makes a difference. I'm still figuring things out. There are two autumn prompts left: picking Halloween costumes and baking. If you'd like to read something involving your favourite player, let me know! I have an idea for muddy puddles based on something @kostasstsimikass said so babe keep your eyes peeled 👀

This coming week I have two autumn fics planned and I want to share my idea for Christmas

7/11 Christmas prompts - 18:00CET 8/11 Autumn prompts: Blackberry picking (Mats Hummels) 18:00CET 10/11 Autumn prompts: Bonfires (Marcos Llorente) 18:00CET

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footballffbarbiex · 3 years

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Early Mornings 1.

Player: Marcos Llorente Words: 307 Type: Fluff Warning: squint and you’ll miss the suggestion of rudies. All fluff. Request: A marcos Llorente one with early mornings when he’s always up super early to go run or something and one day she just holds on to him with all her strenght to try and make him stay a bit more for cuddles, convincing him that a lazy makeout session early morning can also improve stamina 😘

Marcos’ alarm had woken her before he’d really begun to stir. With a long, sleepy sigh, she turns over and wraps an arm over his naked waist and snuggles into his back as his fingers tap the off button for the constant beeping. Unlike him, she didn’t like to wake early. Anything before 8am on a day off or where she didn’t have to work until later was wrong. And 8am was the minimum. 8am was the “there had better be a good reason for me leaving this bed” minimum.

But Marcos preferred early morning wake ups. He felt he achieved more in the day if he did and would often start it off with a run or workout, or both before heading to the kitchen and starting breakfast which would usually lure her out of bed. The smell of coffee and breakfast being made would normally draw her out of the bedroom and by the time she’d drank her first cup and her plate was clean, she was in the mood to say hello.

He likes the way she holds onto him a little more as he begins to pull back the duvet, her body wrapping around his in an attempt to keep him in the bed. He could easily stand up, taking her with him if he wanted to but there was something cute about the way she held on that made him lay back down.

“Stay in bed with me a little longer?” She asks as he turns to look at her.

“I need to wake up though.” He tells her before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “If I don’t do something, I’ll fall back asleep.”

“Then kiss me. I’ll help you find a way of staying awake…” she mutters as her lips graze over his skin, her hand wandering down his chest…

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footballffbarbiex · 4 years

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Two.

warnings: hints at voyeurism, foreplay, him knowing what he wants and teasing. words: 800 requested?: yes named?: Marcos Llorente. A/N: this could have easily continued but it was supposed to be a blurb, but ended up a drabble. Ooops. If you want it continuing some other time, let me know.

At first, she’d felt more than a little insecure walking into the bedroom of their private villa. Though they had stunning views of where they were staying, overlooking the sea and therefore a spectacular sunset without ever having to leave the comfort of their bedroom, it did also mean that privacy was a little less than she was used to.

With no blinds or curtains to draw closed, the villa had been positioned to maximize privacy and have that feeling of seclusion. Perfect for any couple wanting to get away but when she was coming out of the shower or changing, she couldn’t help but feel as though someone was watching. Marcos seemed to like it though. He’d positioned himself behind her earlier as she sat on the bed looking at something on her phone. The sun was starting to set, casting a beautiful glow throughout the room and the feeling of warmth from his body settled her…until she felt his lips on her shoulder, curving to her neck.

Her eyes had lifted, glancing out of the window but not out of security, but because she was registering what he was doing. “If you want me to stop, say it.” He whispered, his lips brushing over the shell of her ear, his nose nuzzling at her hair.

Rather than reply verbally, she dropped the phone at the bottom of the bed and sank into him, tilting her head so that he had better access to her skin. His teeth grazed over her, his tongue soothing any spots which she whimpered at and kissed over every inch of her that he could reach without moving his body which didn’t include his hands.

They freely roamed over her, her legs opening instinctively when one hand moved downwards as the other cupped her breast; finger and thumb working together to harden her nipple. His fingers worked the waistband of her shorts and dipped inside of her underwear, pushing the fabric from her core and swipes his middle finger over her slit.

She can feel his lips curve against her skin, knows the playful nibble against her is because of the way she reacts to his touch. Her hips circle against him, trying to silent urge his fingers lower back to her entrance and push inside but each time he gets close, he stops and drags them back up, just a small gap between the tip of his fingers and her clit.

“Why are you teasing?” she hisses now, growing impatient with his bullshit.

“I want you to need it.” He replies, “ass up. Gonna take these off you.” He says. She does and he makes quick work of both her shorts and underwear, tugging them over her thighs and down her legs. Before she can stop him, his legs are over hers, his ankles locking and holds her open to him. His fingers are on her again, parting her folds and exposing her slit and core. With his free hand, he traces two fingers over her lips, dragging down on her bottom one until she opens up and sucks them into her mouth, coating them in her spit, knowing where this is going.

They slide easily into her halfway as the thumb on the same hand brushes over her clit as the rest sink into her fully until the knuckles of his fist press against her, curling them within her and pressing against all the right spots.

“The window,” she whispers. “Someone could see.”

“Let them.” He replies unbothered by it as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of her. All she can do is writhe against him, circle her hips and whimper pathetically. Just as he begins to feel her thighs tremble, her pussy contracting around his digits and hear the soft pants leaving her mouth, he pulls them from her and sucks them clean as he demands, “on all fours.”

She does to the best of her ability, her legs feel weak despite it not being a full orgasm, he seemed to sense just where her falling point was and prevented it at the very last second. She feels her cheeks part, his nose presses against the curve of her butt and his mouth is against her pussy once more.

She’d once told him that this position made oral feel absolutely incredible and it seems that he’s waited until a perfect opportunity to bring this up again. His tongue thrusts within her, lapping up everything he creates and swipes over her swelling clit until he’s building her back up once more. If someone was watching, she no longer cared, the only thing on her mind now was getting that orgasm which he’d denied her. If someone was watching, then good, let them see her take what was hers.

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footballffbarbiex · 4 years

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Mirror Mirror On The Wall blurb.

A/N: it’s worth noting that this is a teaser for his upcoming smut.

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Marcos had hoped that she wouldn’t do this but it seemed his hopes and dreams are falling apart by the minute as he watches her. To everyone else, she’s playing innocently, she’s charming and welcoming. She’s the very vision that he usually loves. The person that he adores.

But the woman sitting before him, entertaining everyone with her stories and jokes, isn’t the version he’s receiving on his phone. The TikTok challenge of sending a dirty text was nothing compared to what she was sending him. Her words were far too clear, creating the very image she wanted to be planted in his head. With each new notification, she pulls him deeper into her filth. He could almost feel the actions of the words, her promises to him, and it’s driving him crazy to sit there knowing this.

When the attention is away from her, and she has a moment to look at him across the room, he watches as her eyebrow arches and the corners of her lips tug into a smile as she raises her bottle. Her lips wrap around the neck of it, not too much, but enough to remind him how they’d feel around the head of his cock. She lifts the bottle slightly, allowing some of the liquid to fill her mouth before she lowers it again and swallows as her gaze drops to his lap where his hands are strategically placed to hide what he’d really rather his teammates didn’t see. Especially not her brother.

She stands, moving towards him and never takes her eyes from his. She side steps others, curving her body around theirs without actually touching them and continues until she’s there before him. Her eyes once again flicker to his lap before asking, “got a seat for me?”

Not wanting to cause a scene, Marcos shuffles to the side slightly, creating a little more room for her to take a seat beside him.

“You’re very quiet tonight.” she comments, “something on your mind?” she asks, her thigh pressing close to his.

“I can’t imagine what it could be.” He tells her, flashing her a grin as he scans his face. To anyone else in the room observing them, they look as friendly as she’s been with anyone else. There’s nothing to set them apart, not the closeness, not the way they look at one another. They’ve got the look down with ease, after all, they’ve been hiding their...dating/friends with benefits from a lot of people for quite a few months now. Only, they’ve not seen each other in over a month. Texts and pictures just aren’t cutting it anymore and the closer she leans in to him, her scent filling his nostrils and the memory of her words still fresh in his mind, resisting the urge to pull her into one of the rooms, away from everyone here, is proving to be more difficult than he thought.

“That’s a shame,” she says, turning to look behind the two of them and gives a small smile to one of the guests who glances over at the right time to lock eyes with her. It’s brief before his attention is elsewhere, but it gives her a moment to turn her head back facing the room once more, her lips close enough to graze Marcos’ earlobe, “because I’m not wearing any underwear and I was hoping you could help me with that.”

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