#ferran torres imagine

[strawberryblue-blog]

Insecurities —FC Barcelona.

summary: How would they react to your insecurities?

warnings: none. sad, angst.

Pedri.

He can't stand to hear you cry because you hate your body, he will do his best to help you with that.

Little things that will make you start to look at yourself differently. He really supports you, he wants to show you how much he likes you, that it's okay to love yourself and that you can do better. You are precious to Pedri and he understands that you are not sure of yourself, so he will love you for both of you.

You don't have to be ashamed with him, Pedri also sometimes has his issues with self-doubt and insecurity, so he understands you. But he doesn't want you to keep suffering, he's going to love you just the way you are. You don't have to be the prettiest, or the thinnest, or the tallest. You just have to be you and that's enough for him.

Ferran Torres.

Ferran really loves to take pictures of you, even when he knows you hate them because you never look good in them. But for him you look so beautiful that he can't help it and wants to make a monument with your photos.

He is aware of your hatred of seeing yourself in photos or mirrors but he wants you to get over it, he wants to help you to be able to see yourself without hating yourself. Ferran loves you so much and obviously doesn't like to see you suffering, image is not everything. He cares about your well being, your mental health, your soul and your heart.

He will show all his love for you, kisses, caresses, hugs that will make you feel safe in his arms, sheltered and protected. He will upload pictures of you with beautiful phrases and will help you to overcome it little by little.

Pablo Gavi.

He is aware of all the effort you make every day to love yourself a little more, he is the reason why you do it and the person who supports you the most in that sense.

He understands your ups and downs that you usually have but he is glad that you alone can turn the situation around. He loves you just the way you are, no matter what you look like, he loves every part of your body and your personality. He doesn't want to burden you with it but if he could he would tell you at home second how beautiful you are on the outside and especially on the inside.

He hopes that together you can get through this, loving and supporting each other like you normally do. He can't wait to show you the immense love he has for you, make you feel loved, wanted and safe. That when you are with him, you can be you completely.

Joao Felix.

He really strives to help you love him every day, with his words, with his caresses, with his heart. Joao usually brings out his most romantic side when we talk about you.

You don't have to pretend to feel good with him, you can tell him anything you want, you can cry, you can just say nothing, Joao will be there for you. He will deny and help you understand that not everything is physical and that your mind is your strongest armor.

He fell in love with you in every possible way, he doesn't need you to be pretty, or tall, or slim, Joao wants to be your refuge, to love you and show you that he will be with you when you need him the most and that he will support you in everything.

Fermin Lopez.

He doesn't like to hear you say that you don't like such and such a thing about yourself, or that you would like to change something about yourself, he hates it. Because he loves every corner of you shamelessly, he admires you and is proud of who you are. He doesn't care about anything but your happiness and love.

Fermin thinks you are the most beautiful woman in the world, he chose you for a reason, everything about you made him fall in love. Neither your height, nor your weight, nor your skin color, nor your language define you. He knows your heart, your intentions, your abilities and that makes him fall in love with you every day.

Sometimes he thinks the world is too cruel and that no one should feel that way, so he will try to help you in any way he can, he wants you to know that he will be there for you no matter what and that he loves you more than anyone else.

Marc Guiu.

If there is someone who understands you, it is Marc. He is also a bit insecure with himself, you are still young and growing. Sometimes he thinks that he is not enough and that he could do better, that maybe you are too much for him. But you know how to support each other in spite of that.

Marc loves you with all your problems and insecurities, just as you love him. You don't need anything but your love for each other to survive. You learned to know each other, to understand each other, to listen to each other and most importantly to love each other.

You are both so secure when you are together, when you laugh, when you kiss, when you love each other, when you are yourselves.Your hearts will grow stronger and your minds will heal little by little as long as you have each other.

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[loviingpedri]

happy new year - f. torres

prompt: new years with your favorite bae

warning: grammar issues

credits to owners for all images.

ferran wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. he wanted to see you in all of his years.

“fer! are you ready?” it was currently 10 pm. his legs shaking as he carefully put the ring box in his pocket. he did a deep breath.

“yeah, i’m ready.” you planned to watch fireworks for new year’s. he wanted to turn it into something special. he kissed you on your lips as he fixed your hair.

“you look nice in that hoodie.” he could watch you smile all day. you fixed his hood as he stared at you in awe.

“you’re so pretty. i could tell you that all day.”

“you never fail to remind me. come on, we gotta go.” sparks were going off in your relationship. peak memories were forming everyday. he was anticipating for this.

getting into the car, he made sure to hide the ring carefully. he protected it with his whole soul. he wanted this night to be perfect.

and it was already perfect for you.

you’ve been dreaming to go see a firework show with the love of your life. your younger self would already be screaming how you’re going to be marrying such a talented and caring person. torres was truly perfection.

arriving to the park where multiple couples or friend groups were gathered, it was a beautiful spot he chose. somewhere not too crowded, near the river where the fireworks can also reflect on the waters.

going near the waters which was blocked by fences, you admired how red his nose got from how cold it was. his smile couldn’t warm you up enough though.

it was almost midnight. you couldn’t shake off the feeling of another successful year.

“you ready?” he whispered to you as you stared at the moon. two minutes before midnight and the fireworks were starting.

3.

looking at ferran before getting a reply, he let go of your arm. he seemed to pull something out of his pocket.

2.

your hands were definitely freezing without him holding it. you were confused, until he slowly got down on one knee.

1.

“y/n, make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”

people screaming happy new year around you made it hard to hear. but he definitely couldn’t miss when you yelled yes and hugged him immediately. what a great way to start off your year as a fiancée.

finally, you found someone who looked at you like how someone looked at fireworks.

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author’s note: HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE! i am so happy to be a writer on tumblr and have your unconditional support. thank you so much for all of your love. have a great 2024, and safe reads!

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[didishawn]

Can we get one where the reader is riding Ferran and size kink with it <3 Love You ❤️‍🔥

Height difference (Ferran x Reader) smut

Warnings: smut, mentions of reader being small, Internet people going feral at the size difference between you and your boyfriend, some breeding kink

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From the very first moment you met you boyfriend, you took notice of how big he is.

I mean -how could you not? The man is literally double your size, shoulders so broad, taller than the average Spanish men, and let's not talk about his thighs -a true blessing in your opinion, countless times have you found yourself riding them.

Your boyfriend has taken notice too of how little you are next to him, a bit shorter that the average woman. Back when you were just friends, he would do that shit about comparing hand sizes -it made him feral when you did those little comments about his hand enveloping yours. He can carry you everywhere, his little pocket sized girlfriend, and when he fucks you, he moves you however he likes it, as if you truly weighted nothing.

It's not only you two who have noticed the size difference, lots of times have you entered twitter and besides people laughing at your boyfriend's past tweets (author note: read them, they are totally worth it), you have encountered people talking about how sex between you two must be like, you so tiny, he so big, pictures all around about the height difference.

You don't care, how could you? They are totally right, sex with your boyfriend is amazing.

You might be on top, but Ferran is always in control, his hands tight on your waist as he moves you up and down, impaling you on his big cock that reaches so deep inside you.

You are salivating, mumbling thing not even you can understand, body trembling as you are fucked dumb, hands playing with you tits and head pushed back.

"You can take it, can't you, darling?" he tauntingly asks, smirking even if truly he feels so fucking sensitive inside your pretty, little pussy "So fucking brave, taking my cock, so big for you yet here you are, like a champ taking it all"

You whine, mumbling something that he guesses to be affirmations about you being able to take him.

His hips push up into yours, balls hitting your ass, whines louder, your eyes hazed with pleasure as you try to move as best as you can, yet there is no strength on your legs, so you just let him do all the work, one finger teasing your clit, he knows how to work you.

"Gonna take me all, right? Let me fill you up, breed you with my kids, you would like that, wouldn't you? So small, stomach carrying my child, waddling around, letting me bend you over whenever I like and filling you up one time, and another, and another... "

He is moaning too, your walls incredibly tighter, he knows the effect his words have on you.

"Joder, vas a hacer que me corra pronto. Gonna folk you up, my pretty, little doll, so cute for me" (fuck, you are going to make me cum soon)

He sits up, taking full control -even if he has always had it, rutting into you, harsh thrusts and skin slapping and becoming red, you are like a doll, taking him without complain, so dumb, his lips around your nipple, one hand burying on his hair.

He fucks you however he wants, so small it's so easy for him, he takes what he wants, you wouldn't have it any other way.

He fills you up with his cum, makes sure you take it all, before starting again.

Fuck days with Ferran are always long, he takes it how he likes it, enjoying the control you give him as you cry for his cock, promise you can take it even if it's giant for your tiny self, it makes him feral, you make him feral.

One day, he will confirm the rumours, because Ferran Torres sure knows how to pleasure his little girlfriend.

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[jude5bellingham]

imsg ౨ৎ ferran torres

pairing : ferran torres x f!reader

notes: this is for @lochnoch !!! hope you enjoy 🤍🤍

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[httpsdana]

𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬~𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝟏

summary: Barça players and talented footballers. Souls meet and sparks fly. But there's always a twist when it comes to love isn't there?

pairing: Ferran Torres x Gonzalez!Reader

warnings: cursing, slight age gap, angst

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Football runs in the family they say. Pedri Gonzalez was one of the new star boys of this generation. No one cares about his family or past, they just acknowledge the present.

A few knew that he had a sister. She called herself 'the forgotten child'. No one knew that she was a barça femeni player. Because simply no one cares about women's football.

The talent she had only bloomed in La Masia. The football dream academy. She was there alongside many other ladies that are well known. Aitana Bonmati and Salma Paralluelo were two of the players she played with when she was younger, but they got the chance to play for the first team before her, which only motivated her to push herself more, now reserving a spot in the starting line up of the women's team.

So there she was now, with the most g/a in Liga F, and the star of her team. Still no one knew her blood relations with the star boy Pedri, as she preferred to have her own name, rather than be hidden in the shadows of her twin.

What she didn't know was that she had some admirers from the men's team. She knew all of the players of course, unlike others she watched men's football and followed the barça men team. She admired the youngsters, got inspired by the experts, and found motivations in players who have seemed to come back from the death. The Shark Ferran Torres.

The number 7 has caught her attention after seeing the change in his mentality from the previous season to the current one. He seemed more stable and determined to prove others wrong, just like she did.

She didn't know that he secretly praised her, and watched her highlights through out the years. He began watching the women's team's matches because of her. He even learned some stuff from her, making him appreciate her even more, without anyone knowing.

No one needed to know that half the reason behind his change of mentality, was a 20 year old lady who played football and inspired him more than anyone else could.

He didn't know she was the twin of his best friend. Which is what causes the twist in their futures.

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"y/n you are the star of your team, people knowing about you being my twin now isn't gonna change anything" Pedri said, annoyed by the thoughts his sister had.

"who told you so Pedro? I prefer to stay like this than get more attention for being your sister" she rolled her eyes and flopped on the couch next to Fernando, who seemed unbothered while he watched a movie and ate some popcorn.

"god I wanna know who put these thoughts in your head. I miss going out with you" he let out a sigh, sitting next to her on the couch

y/n shook her head and focused on the movie that was being played.

"how about you meet my best friends? you literally don't have any social skills or friends" he complained making her roll her eyes

"Aita is my friend" she shrugged, knowing this was partially a lie. they were just teammates, not the type to go out on free days

"yeah and Ronaldo is better than Messi. you know she's not your friend" he rolled his eyes

"why are you so bothered anyways?" she asked, stealing some popcorn from Fer, making him hit her hand.

"you may not notice it now, but this will slowly destroy your mental health later on. you should go out and meet some new people. look beyond football and enjoy your free days" Pedri said.

He was slowly getting in her head, and she knew he was right. She let out a sigh and nodded her head.

"I'll think about it. how about I beat your ass in fifa now?" she smirked, making him gasp jokily.

"yeah as if you can do that" he scoffed, turning Fer's movie off to turn his PS5

"hey what the fuck?" Fernando said, making them laugh. Fer shook his head and glanced on his phone before getting up.

"mom texted she needs some help at home, I'm gonna go now" he said, taking his stuff and walking out of Pedri's apartment.

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"haha! that's 3-1 to me. you're such a loser" y/n slapped the back of Pedri's head, making him glare at her

"whatever I let you win anyways" he shrugged, making her laugh

they were interrupted by a knock on the door of the apartment. y/n looked at Pedri, who shrugged and got up to open the door.

She turned off the PS5 and put the movie back on, before Pedri walked awkwardly to the room. y/n stood up confused, before someone appeared behind Pedri.

"y/n, this Ferran. Ferran, y/n..my sister"

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[gadriezmannsgirl]

https://www.tumblr.com/gadriezmannsgirl/736999672550457344/please-tell-me-im-not-the-only-one-watching-over

Don't you think this deserves a Ferran's fic of him teasing his girl?

Kitchen Disaster -F.T7

Summary: Your boyfriend has found a new hobby, teasing you non-stop

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"Que va a explotar" (It's going to explode)

"Nada va a explotar" (Nothing is going to explode)

"Tendré que buscar nueva casa" (I'll have to look for a new home)

"Ferran!" You say putting the timer to the oven "Stop saying those things and stop trying to sabotage our dinner!" He laughs and winks at you

"I'll wait for you, preciosa" He said before leaving the kitchen towards the living room. You giggled before grabbing two glasses of lemon juice and bring them over. You laying on top of Ferran as you both watched Encanto

Both of you singing to the songs in the movie and being surprised by every single little fact as if you haven't seen it ever when Ferran stopped signing "What Else Can I Do?"

"Amor" You hum looking at him "Is the time over?" You look at your watch and shake your head

"No why?"

"Smells like burning" He said

"There are fifteen minutes left but still let me go and check" And with that you two stood up to watch the food and when you opened the oven both of you let out curses

"Puta madre"

"Joder!" You quickly get the pan out

"I thought you knew how to cook!"

"Shut up, you know I do!" You complain slightly when you see that the dough you did for your dinner had overflowed from the pan and that the oven was now full of dough.

"Pero..." (But)

"There's no but, I don't know what happened. I have added the same amount as usual!" You cry out watching the dirty oven and thinking of the hard work you had to do to clean it up

"I told you we were fine with just a pizza, preciosa"

"Bueno amor, you were in the mood for a meat filling and I wanted to do it for you" He grabs your hand to pull you into him

"Well, next time, listen to me when I tell you to order food, in that waiting time I can do little things."

"Mira tu" (Look at you) You hit him with the kitchen towel while he was laughing at you.

"The good thing about this is that I'll see you in a maid's outfit while you clean everything. Maybe something else will come out of it" He wiggled his eyebrows up and down as you laughed.

"In your life you will"

"Señorita, señorita, traiga la crema por favor, es hora de mi masaje" (Miss, miss; bring the cream please, it's time for my massage)

"Idiot, shut up" He laughed while you sighed knowing that your destiny was already written, maybe not with the maid outfit as your boyfriend of 1 year and a half wanted, but you did have to clean the whole oven again.

"Am I still cooking?" You asked looking at the dough that was left in the pan.

"Definitely not, I'm placing the order"

"Fer" You call him out as he looks at you. "Do you think…?"

"I'm not going to clean that up, honey"

"Come on Fer, I need you to help me remove the grease"

"You need me but not necessarily to clean up" He smirks

"Are you horny? I'm serious!"

"Look I think you should stop this" He made gestures for the dough. "Let me order the pizza and don't try this anymore… Or at least not without supervision"

"But I do know how to cook!"

"That's what Gusteau says, right?"

"Ferran!"

"Come on, I think you've put something on the side or you've overdone it with something… Yeast, maybe?"

"Amor," you complain. "I really don't know what happened, I've done it as usual, it's just that I wanted to make a very nice gesture to you. You always please me and-" He cut you off.

"And nothing. That you please me too, very much, more than I need. I know you wanted to make me a meal that I wanted and I thank you, it's the thought that counts. I appreciate it very much. But it's not necessary, maybe today is not the day to eat a meat filling, it doesn't matter. Don't be sad there will be plenty of time to be able to make that roll up that I know will be delicious for you."

"You're not mad?" he shook his head smiling as he kissed your forehead.

"Of course not, love. Accidents happen and it's just a little dough that can be removed with soap and degreaser" He placed a hand on your chin to make you look at him and gave you a soft kiss on the lips "Next time, I'll call my mom so you can do it together."

"No es muy divertido" (That's not very funny)

"Well, it's just that anyone can't cook, some people are terrible at it, Gusteau must change that, don't you see Pedri? fua, he almost burned his kitchen. Anyway, we don't want that to happen here. I'll be right back, you want it familiar with bacon and anchovies, right?" He winked at you

"I hate you sometimes, Torres" You sighed with a smile at his teasing "And yes, double cheese too"

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Taglist: @gaviymarcsbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

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[leviscolwill]

i know i'm annoying, and i deeply apologise for that. but you have no idea how happy it'd make me if you wrote for ferran. I KNOW, i am a mad woman, i am aware..

i would die for this prompt

dialogue 9 : "are you wearing chapstick?"

i love you

cherry flavoured conversations ★

pairing: childhood bsf!ferran x reader

note: my lovely zowa, this is my first time writing for ferran, it’s quite short but i hope you’ll still like it. i love u so very much xx

now playing cherry flavoured by the neighbourhood…

winter holidays at the torres’ family house were always fun. you got to spend two entire weeks with your best friend and both your families, and your only concern was whether you should go ice skating, sledging, or just spend the day by the fireplace watching movies.

on the other hand, this time of the year was the hardest for you to hide your ever-growing feelings for your best friend. it was becoming increasingly harder to pretend you didn't feel anything past friendship while he was by your side pretty much 24/7.

it was one of those chilly nights, and you were having dinner with your families. ferran immediately got up when arantxa asked you to bring dessert to the table. his gentleman manners taking over, even though you clearly didn't need any help with the task.

ferran noticed you were significantly quieter than usual during dinner, lost in your own thoughts. your feelings were eating you alive, his smile, the sparkle in his eyes whenever he was talking to you only made your thoughts grow louder, and the irrevocable need to grab his shoulders and scream ‘can’t you see how much you mean to me?’ was only getting stronger.

his hand met yours before you could grab the plate, your eyes instinctively met his, filled with worry. “what did i do wrong y/n?”

ferran’s eyes didn't leave yours for a second, desperately searching for an answer in them. his hand was still on yours, his thumb drawing small circles on your skin.

“you didn't do anything wrong, i’m just feeling down tonight. please don’t worry fer.” from the look he gave you, you could tell he knew there was something else going on, but he didn't add a word.

when his eyes finally left yours, you let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding, and noticed his eyes focused somewhere else; the ceiling.

ferran’s gaze fell back on you. he let go of your hand to point at where he was staring, right above the two of you.

mistletoe. you could tell it had been taped to the ceiling not so long ago, and you already had an idea of who was behind this idea. and what a cruel idea that was, what if ferran just outwardly expressed his disgust at the mere thought of kissing you? you didn't know if you’d be able to hold back the tears if it happened.

his hand tilted your chin up to make your eyes meet once again. his face was dangerously close to yours, so close you could count every beauty mark, every freckle on the face you adored.

“we don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” his voice was soft, almost whisper-like. if you were to kiss, which ferran really wanted, he wished to share this moment with you and not with both your families eavesdropping on you like they always did around you.

unable to find the words to answer him, you stood on your tiptoes to close the gap between your lips. softly at first, afraid he would vanish into thin air like when you’d wake up from another vivid dream with him as the main character.

but none of that happened. ferran’s grip on your jaw only got tighter. yet his touch was still loving, just enough strength to show his yearning for you. when you finally pulled back from his enticing hold, ferran had a puzzled look on his face.

“are you wearing chapstick? it tastes like…” ferran licked his lips, trying to guess the flavour of your chapstick still lingering on his own lips.

he took the opportunity to kiss you again, lips meeting yours once again in a quick peck. “raspberry?”

you shake your head, faking a disappointed expression on your face. “cherry, close enough though.”

“can i get another cherry kiss before going back?” this unexpected chain of events almost made you forget what you were here for in the first place. you grabbed the plate, before kissing the corner of ferran's mouth. which brought a frown on his face, before remembering he’ll get other opportunities to get a better taste of your chapstick later.

when you both stepped back to the dining room, arantxa looked at you both with a knowing look before winking at you, not trying to hide her implication in the mysterious case of the mistletoe. while your parents were still in a deep conversation. unaware of the moment you just shared, the heat rushing on your face and ferran’s beet-red ears.

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[pensat-i-fet]

Wrong first impression, Part 2 (Ferran Torres x Reader)

**I wrote part 1, which you can find here, a while ago and a few people asked me to either write more for Ferran in general or to do a part 2. Well, both things will happen 😅 but part 2 comes first. I actually adore this little story, so I hope you all like it too ❤️**

Word count: 4182

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A month has passed since Ferran and I met in Valencia. I started to follow him on Instagram and sent him a DM like he asked. And we've texted ever since but…it's just weird. First, he was on holiday and then left for pre-season. And I've been so busy getting ready for the next competitions I'll be a part of that the excitement of our first meetings sort of fizzled out. Until now.

My brother Jorge and I are currently at the train station waiting to go to Barcelona for a small competition. It's below my level but I'm still recovering from my injury so baby steps.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Huh?"

"You're staring at your phone. Are you waiting for a call or something?"

"No, just checking the time".

I'm not waiting for a call but for a text. A text back from Ferran after I told him I'm going to Barcelona. This is what he wanted, right? To meet in Barcelona. To go on a date. Hard to forget when someone like him mentions that word. But now…he doesn't answer back.

Of course, it's been a month. He's been to so many different places, probably promising so many other girls to take them on dates. And they all probably were stupid enough to think they were special like I did.

"I'm going to grab a coffee. Want one?"

"Decaf, please".

I get up to go get our coffees, leaving my phone behind so I keep some of my dignity intact. Me, glued to my phone to see if a guy texts me? Pathetic.

"It's 5.70, please", tells me the barista and I frown.

"Is there some promotion? I think you're charging me less than you should".

He laughs and shakes his head. "I appreciate the honesty but no, no promo. Just me wanting to gift the muffin to a pretty girl".

I blush slightly. "Thank you".

I give him the money, not pointing out the muffin is actually for my brother, and then go back to meet Jorge.

"I got us a free muffin".

"How?"

"By being pretty, apparently".

"Is that all you can get?"

"Maybe I'm not pretty enough to also get free coffee. I'll brush my hair next time".

He laughs, picking up my coffee instead of his and he shushes me when I complain. "Look", he says, showing me what's underneath the sleeve, "his phone number".

I snort. "Appreciate the effort but I'm not interested".

"Right. Too busy hooking up with Ferran Torres?"

I almost choke on my coffee, which I also spill on my dress. My, thankfully, navy blue dress. The stain won't be that obvious.

"Where is that coming from?"

"Your phone kept getting notifications and I took a little peek because I just did. I'm not going to look for excuses. And I saw Ferran was writing about how happy he was that you were going to be in Barcelona".

He did? "It's not like that".

"Sure, baby sis. Sure".

I'm itching to pick my phone up to read the texts but won't give Jorge the satisfaction.

"Can I have a bite of your muffin? It's technically mine after all".

"Sure", he tells me, bringing the muffin closer to my face. "I'm sure Ferran will also let you take a bite if you ask nicely".

Now I choke on the muffin, getting little crumbs everywhere.

"Stop it!"

"But it's so funny. And also my revenge for not telling me".

"There's nothing to tell".

Jorge gets a tissue and offers it to me.

"Nothing? I left you on the beach with him for 20 minutes and now you text about meeting in Barcelona. When did you even get his phone number?"

"We met the next day by coincidence and he asked me to tell him my number so we could chat. That's it".

"To chat about what? Your favourite beaches in Valencia?"

Well, we actually have chatted about that too. But I won't tell Jorge that. "Just to chat".

"Just not before the competition, ok?"

"You're not making sense. What about before the competition?"

"No sex. Save the energy for competing and then do whatever you want".

I glare at him, thankful I wasn't eating or drinking anything this time.

And then, finally, our train is here. Jorge always buys tickets for us to sit where the tables are so he can do some work on the way to our destination. And that's a perfect moment to check my phone.

[Me]: so I'm actually going to Barcelona. Very last minute but I'll be competing there.

[Me]: just thought I'd mention. Are you in Barcelona at the moment?

I know he is in Barcelona but I try to be a bit subtle at least.

[Ferran]: I am! When will you get here?

[Ferran]: Will your brother travel with you? Be honest. Is he still mad at me?

[Ferran]: we're playing the Gamper on Wednesday. Wanna come?

[Ferran]: actually so happy you're finally visiting Barcelona 😉

Not the winky face. I feel like hiding under the table. My brother definitely saw that emoji.

[Me]: we're on the train now on our way there. And no, he's not mad at you 😅

[Me]: is the Gamper our date?

The moment I press send, I regret it. We've been bantering. And we've definitely been flirting. But we haven't mentioned the "date" again. Now I'll sound desperate. Great.

[Ferran]: I prefer taking you out for dinner or something but if that's what you want 🤷

I bite my lip, looking up to see Jorge is still busy responding to emails or whatever it is he does on his laptop.

[Me]: we could do both? Match and then dinner? Unless you already have plans.

[Ferran]: I just cancelled them.

I can't help the giggle that comes out of me reading that and Jorge stares at me for a few seconds.

"Tell me you're not sexting".

"Oh my God".

**

My first day in Barcelona is spent training…and texting with Ferran. My second day in Barcelona is spent training…and texting with Ferran. On my third day, it's finally time to compete.

"You got this", tells me Jorge. And I'm not so sure.

But I go out anyway and manage to get 3rd place in the first category. That helps with my confidence and I slowly forget the injury and keep improving. Until I get the results necessary to qualify for the next tournament.

"You were great".

"Thanks. That felt good".

"I bet. What's the plan for today? Do you want to go celebrate somewhere?"

"I…".

I still didn't tell my brother about my date with Ferran but seeing his face, there might be no need.

"Meeting him today then?"

"He invited me to the match. You can come too".

"I don't want to third wheel my sister".

"It's not like that…", it would totally be like that.

But Jorge just picks up my bag and puts his arm around my shoulders while we walk out of the building.

"Just be careful".

"I always am".

"And remind him he'll have to go back to Valencia at some point. He can't hide forever if he messes up".

I roll my eyes, but I appreciate his concern.

Back at the hotel, I wash my hair again and get ready for the match. I know we'll sort of go on a date after the match but I don't want to wear anything too fancy to a match. So I end up picking some jean shorts that are high-waisted and make my figure look great. And I pair them with a nice pink blouse.

I don't know what to do with my hair but it's pretty hot and humid so a ponytail is probably a good idea. Just to get the hair away from my face. A face that I can't do much with because my makeup knowledge ends at putting on some mascara trying not to poke my eye out and putting some lipstick on.

"This will do", I tell myself while looking in the mirror and I finish the look by spraying some perfume on.

I mean, the first time Ferran saw me I was wearing gym clothes and sweating while working out so…this is a huge improvement.

I went to a match at the Camp Nou once but that's not where today's match will be played. We have to go to Montjuïc and when I get there everyone is complaining about how to get to the stadium. I opt for the escalators and keep looking around at the nice views. It also helps me avoid overthinking what will happen next.

Ferran told me what gate to go to because they'll have my name on a list. The only time that happens to me is when I go to a competition. This feels way fancier. And weirder.

The guy who I have to talk to looks at my ID, then at the list, then back to the ID and then back at me.

"Are you family?"

"No, a friend".

He looks at me with a sceptical look when I say the word friend but gives me a piece of paper with my name on it and points at the area I should go to.

I like football. I really do. Do I enjoy seeing a friendly between Barça and Tottenham? Maybe not so much. But in the second half, Ferran finally plays some minutes so I at least get to see him. It brings back memories of when he played in Mestalla. We had so many hopes for him. But he's here now and, same as during preseason, he's here to score goals.

After a nice little comeback, Barça win the match and I make my way to where I think I'll meet Ferran. He wasn't that clear with his explanation because he hasn't been here before either. So we can only hope he actually finds me.

Even though we've seen each other in person before, and we've been chatting for a while, it's odd to now be face to face again. For both of us. It's not just me being a shy mess.

"Hi. Congrats on the goal".

"Thank you. Did you enjoy the match?"

"Sure. Better than most of Valencia's matches last season", I try to joke.

"Yeah. So…what did you want to do now? I didn't really have time to book a table anywhere nice. But I've got options".

"Tell me the options then".

"It's just two", he laughs. "We could go to my place and order food. Or go get some street food and just walk around the city. I remember you mentioning you liked doing that".

I did mention it. "Option B sounds good".

"Cool. Let's go to my car. And then I can drive you to your hotel or wherever you want to go".

I chuckle. "Let's see how the night goes".

Barcelona has always been one of my favourite cities but walking around it at night truly is something else.

"I'm not sure this is the best food to eat after we've both competed today but…".

"No one needs to know. I won't tell Xavi if you don't tell my brother".

"I'm definitely not telling your brother, he's scary".

My brother is anything but scary. But Ferran doesn't know him.

"Oh", I say, stopping to look at a drinks stand.

"What?"

"They have horchata".

"You don't like it? They'll kick you out of Valencia if they find out".

"I love it. But it's never good outside of Valencia".

"That's not true".

I look at Ferran offended by his lack of knowledge. "I dare you to try it, then".

"Ok", he shrugs and we go buy a cup of the famous drink adored by us Valencians.

Ferran looks more sceptical every second. He looks at the liquid on the cup, smells it and then finally takes a little sip.

"It's alright".

"Take another sip then".

"I'm not thirsty".

"Admit it's bad".

"It isn't great…", he concedes. "Wanna try?"

Curiosity killed the cat and might give me a stomachache now but I try it anyway. "God! That's worse than I expected".

"I know".

"I need something to get rid of this taste in my mouth".

"I have an idea".

I have to give it to him. He isn't just inspired on the pitch but out of it too. It was a brilliant idea to kiss me.

"Better?"

"I might need a bit more help".

Our kisses only make me even more hyper-aware of the people around us. I’m a nobody but he plays for Barça and the national team.

"Everyone is looking at us because of you. This is so weird".

"They're looking at you, not me".

"How do you know?"

"Because I can tell and because when people look at me, they either ask for a photo or tell me how shit I am. They are looking at you".

"Why? Do I have something in my face?"

"Yes".

And he didn't think about telling me before? "What is it? Where? Help me clean it. I have tissues…".

"I can't. It's this thing called being really pretty. It’s permanent".

I smack him on the chest but he only laughs at his joke. I don't feel like laughing as much, remembering what he said.

"Does that really happen?"

"What do you mean?"

"People telling you to your face that you aren't good".

"I was exaggerating a bit…", he says, but looks away, which gives me the answer to my question.

"I was going to say you'll prove them wrong soon but you already kind of are doing that…little shark".

"My self-esteem would appreciate it if you removed the little from the nickname".

"You need a few more goals, preferably against Madrid, for me to do that".

"Challenge accepted".

The more time passes, the more I think this night couldn't be more perfect. Gone is the initial awkwardness. Being with Ferran is so…easy.

I even forget to check my phone but when I pick it up to take a photo, I notice some texts from Jorge.

"My brother wants to know if you kidnapped me".

"I did. And no amount of money will convince me to give you back to him".

"I can outrun you, Torres".

"You can't", he says, stepping in front of me so I can't keep walking. "But…what were you thinking about doing now? I could drive you back to the hotel. Or you could come with me".

"What a kind kidnapper you are. Giving me options".

"That's me. So…which one do you choose?"

"Well, since you've been so kind, I guess I should stay with you".

"Perfect choice".

**

Life as an athlete is too complicated for serious relationships. That's why my life lately has been one-night stand after one-night stand. Easy, non-commitment fun. And this will be the same. Even if this time I don't want it to be the same. But I wasn't born yesterday. I know how football players are. Even those as nice as Ferran. He got what he wanted and now he'll move on. And so will I.

"I thought you had left", he says, joining me in his kitchen.

"I wanted some water".

Ferran comes closer so he can hug me and place his chin on my shoulder. I turn to look at him and see his eyes are closed. Well, this doesn't help me face the reality of the situation.

"I should leave soon".

"Me too. I can drive you to the hotel before going to train. What's your plan for today?"

"I have to do a recovery session".

"Same".

"Really? After just 10 minutes? And you didn't even do that much".

"I scored a goal…", he says. But his frown turns into a curious look when he sees I'm trying not to laugh.

"I didn't mean your performance on the pitch", I manage to say before I burst out laughing. "Sorry, I had to".

"Did you?", he asks, pretending to be all serious before he starts to tickle me.

When my stomach starts to hurt from laughing so much, I beg for him to stop and he does.

"Can we see each other today at some point then?"

I'm still a little breathless when I answer. "Maybe tonight? We leave tomorrow morning".

"Already", he says more to himself. "Ok, let's meet tonight. I could try and find us a nice place to go to by using the I play for Barça card but I rather stay home and order. Your choice, though".

"I like the staying-in plan".

"Perfect".

Not much later, we're on our way to my hotel. And this weird feeling I have only keeps getting worse.

"Here we are. I'll see you later, ok? I can pick you up around 7 if that's ok".

I nod. "Sounds good".

Then I try to leave the car but Ferran grabs my arm and I sit back down.

"You're not going to say goodbye to me?"

"I was going to when I got out of the car…".

"Too far away for a proper goodbye".

"I don't…".

"I meant a kiss".

I laugh nervously before leaning down to kiss him. Yeah, that feeling is getting worse and worse …and worse.

Not even five minutes after I get back to the hotel, Jorge is already knocking on my door.

"Had fun then?"

"Yeah".

"You don't look so sure", and here comes the overprotective brother. "Everything ok?"

"Yes. I'm meeting Ferran again later".

"But…".

"There's no but".

"There is. Tell me".

I sigh, sitting down next to my brother. "But then we leave and I won't see him again".

"Says who? Did he tell you he didn't want to see you again?"

"No", not only did he not do that, he sent me signals that told me he wanted the complete opposite of not seeing me again. "But I don't live here, we are both busy…".

"We don't live that far away. Just don't write this off before it's over. You're always too much of an extremist".

Jorge isn't wrong but I feel like this is different and I have a reason to feel the way I do.

Thankfully, training allows me to distract myself from any thoughts about Ferran. There is time to do that while I get ready to see him again.

"Too cute, too cute, too sexy, too cute…".

Jorge is going through my outfits, helping me pick one. I didn't ask for his opinion but he's here to give the opinion anyway.

"How is this dress too sexy?"

"Too short".

"You do realise he's already seen it all, right?"

"La la la la la laaaa", he says, pretending not to listen.

"You're the one who wants me to see him after this. Don't be dramatic".

"You're still my little sister. I'm aware of what happened but don't need to know more or think about it".

"You were joking about it a couple of days ago!"

"It's ok to joke before it happens. Not after".

"You're so weird".

"Must be a family thing".

I shake my head, picking a dress from the too cute pile and putting it on. And while Jorge is helping me do my hair, and only causing a mess, I get a text from Ferran saying he's waiting for me outside.

"Gotta go!"

"Be safe!"

I roll my eyes and get inside the lift, where I try to fix my hair as much as I can after all the experiments Jorge tried.

"Hey!"

"Hi".

Ferran is waiting outside the car and grabs me by the waist to bring me closer and kiss me.

"You look really cute".

I laugh and can see his confusion right away. "Inside joke with my brother. You wouldn't get it".

"Ok …let's go home then".

Even though I thought it was impossible, tonight is even better than the previous night. Because we know each other better and a part of me starts to think Jorge might have a point. But the reality will hit me in the face so better to stay realistic.

That's why sleeping is so hard. For me, anyway. Ferran is sleeping like a baby. But I keep staring at him and then at the ceiling. Trying to think. But I still haven't reached a good conclusion when I finally fall asleep.

In the morning, it's him that wakes up before I do. And then he wakes me up in the most glorious way possible. I feel the kisses on the back of my neck while I start to leave dreamland. And two strong arms hold me closer to him at the same time.

"How about you never leave?"

I can feel the heat in my face at his words. And also the way my stomach almost hurts because I know the answer to that request.

"I can't. I need to be at the train station soon".

"I know", he whines, falling back in the bed and allowing me to take a final peek at him. It'll be a nice memory to have.

The sooner I leave, the better. That's my reasoning. So I start to get dressed quickly.

"Do you know if you'll come to Barcelona again soon?"

"No".

"Will you be in Valencia? I need to visit my family soon…".

"Ferran, what are you doing?"

He's still lying down in bed, hands behind his head. "Asking when I'll see you again".

"Why? I mean…this is it, right? We finally saw each other, we slept together, we move on".

"Is that what you want?"

What I want? He almost looks hurt when he says it.

I finish putting on my shoes and gathering my messy hair in a ponytail before I turn to face him again.

"I assumed it would be what you want".

"Me? Have I ever made you feel like that?"

"No, but…".

"So you were letting your wrong assumptions about me get in the way again? I thought we were passed that moment when I made the bad first impression or whatever".

"We are but …we don't live in the same place. And we have to travel for our careers and…".

"And if you want to find excuses, I'm sure you'll find plenty".

"You don't get it".

"I do. And I get your worries but wouldn't it be worth it to at least try?"

Would it? Probably. But I'm not brave enough for this.

"Not right now".

He nods. "I'll make you change your mind".

And with that promise, I leave.

**

Ferran didn't lie when he said he would try to change my mind. And he seems to have help from my brother.

When we go to Rome to compete, I find a bouquet of flowers back at the hotel. When I get back to Valencia, it so happens to be the same week Ferran travels there to visit family and we spend some time together again. By the end of his time there he asks me if it's the right time then and I say that not yet.

But that never giving up mentality everyone praises about this new him isn't just reserved for the pitch.

"You are in Granada", he says when I answer his call.

"Yes".

"I'll be there on Tuesday".

"Why? Do you have days off?"

"No. A few players got injured and I'm joining the national team. We're playing there and you're coming to see me".

I laugh at his confidence. "Says who? What if you play at the same time I'm competing? I'm not here on holiday?"

"I asked Jorge and you are both free to come see me play".

What? "No way you convinced him to go to a football match!"

"I did. And I have an idea".

"What kind of idea?"

"If I score a goal, you'll give this, us, a chance".

"Ferran…".

"Ok, make it two. I score two goals, you stop this nonsense and finally do what you really want to do".

How easy will it be for him to score two goals? It's Cyprus but still…he might not even play. But he's in such good form…and who am I kidding? I'm hoping he scores those two goals. And more.

"Ok".

**

"One down", laughs Jorge after Ferran scores his first goal against Cyprus. It didn't take him long. "It's like he's extra motivated, you know".

"Are you going to date him or something?"

"Baby sis, I wish. But the sibling he likes is you".

I shake my head and keep watching the match. Whenever Ferran gets closer to the goal, I can feel my heart beating faster. And whenever I don't see the ball hit the back of the net, I feel disappointed.

And then…

"Goal!", screams Jorge and I just stare at the players celebrating as if not knowing what to do. But when Jorge sits down next to me, he can see how big I'm smiling.

When the referee signals the end of the match, I stand up and turn to see if Jorge is following me. He isn’t but he winks at me when he sees me looking.

“Go see your man”.

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I can't believe I have to make a post about plagiarism

I write for @thirstyandbeautiful

At the beginning of December, an anon reached out to me with a link to @jkeey4-main / @jkeey4 's page to warn me that she was literally copy and pasting from my fics to pass as her own.

I reached out and kindly requested that she remove all trace of my work from her own. I did not ask her to delete the fics, just edit them so they weren't word for word my own. I was beyond patient and gave her over a month to correct her work and come up with her own original scenes and dialogue, etc. I wrongfully assumed that if I showed a bit of grace, this problem would fix itself.

But it didn't.

This is just one pair of screenshots that were taken yesterday after she told me she'd edited everything and there was no trace of my work left on her page:

Since she refuses to fix her page, I've decided to broadcast it: If you're reading any fics from this page, I guarantee you that it's been copied and pasted from this F1 page.

Don't plagiarize and steal someone's work. If you need to copy and paste someone else's work to pass as your own, you're not a writer and shouldn't claim to be one.

edit: if you want to see more examples of her stealing my work, look at the notes of this post.

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[iaeriy]

Issues • ferran torres x male reader

summary: vacation planning is never wrong, not unless there’s somebody along with you.

word count; 4.81k!

warnings; m!reader, slight angst, drunk m! reader, smut! spanish translated sentences, praise kink, insecured reader! if this is somewhat ‘uncomfortable’ then gtfo my page.

a/n; hihi! This isnt proofread..i just finished this and its midnight ummmm,,,idkk how i did so far but pls anything disrespectful just gtfo my page like i have on the warnings. hope y’all enjoy reading this! 🎀

Chaotic. That’s how it was already going for no reason. Arguments and insults thrown across the room, one because they didn’t want to go along, or two because of how you had to come along. Not even putting your headphones on would help and make it less annoying. The team had agreed on a vacation from what xavi had said, “a break was needed” apparently..but now here you were involved for some reason.

“Hostia! Quién le dijo a el que viniera ademas!? El se pudia quedar aqui!” (Fuck! Who told him that he had to come along!? He could’ve stayed here!) you heard joão talking about you before you took your headphones off.

“Tu ni digas tus pinches puterias, puro pendejo te pones. Además, cállate actuándote como niño pequeño.” (Dont you date say fucking nonsense, acting all dumb. Besides shut up, acting like a little kid.) You spat out before going on your phone, joão gave you a disgusted look and with the corner of your eye you stuck the middle finger out. João was about to get up before ferran held him.

“just let him be, you started this so why don’t you just leave for now, it was already final. we’re all going and he’s coming along for a reason.” ferran said as you turned around looking at him, you admired everything about him. Especially his eyes. You were watching him as joão was somewhat trying to calm down. “Well then, i’ll go. It’s late and we leave tomorrow. Xavi said to be there early to the training site so from there on we go to the airport he said.” joão said grabbing his stuff before walking to the door, leaving the house.

You got up before ferran sneaked behind you his fingers wrapping around your waist as you turned around, “what? Do i have to argue with you as well??” You said before he shook his head, “not at all, quit having the attitude too.” He said, you rolled your eyes. “i wasn’t but okay.” you said before walking away, ferran followed you to the bedroom. your steps to the room were quiet, you were trying to hold a particular side of yours in, a side that made you go ballistic over ferran. You were currently fixing the bed to go to sleep before a pair of arms wrapped around you, “go away..” you murmured, putting the pillow on his side. “woah there.” he said as you turned around, "que?" (what?) you said before he held your cheek, you looked around trying to avoid his look.

“ahora me ignoras?” (now you ignore me?) he said scoffing before a giggle slipped out of your mouth, “no..te lo juro que n-no! ay que haces!” (no..i swear i’m not..ugh what are you doing!) he said picking you up placing you on the bed, your head resting against the pillow. you looked up at him, your cheeks warming up as his hands were placed next to your head, “algo que debería haber hecho hace un tiempo para mantenerte callado.” (something i should’ve done awhile ago to keep you quiet.) he says as your brows furrowed, “que-“ you said before he shut you up with his lips, you melted in kissing back. his hands tangling in your hair, a small grunt coming out of your mouth, he continued to kiss you. You felt him lowering down to you, feeling his bulge on yours. Your hands wrapping around his neck, his kiss going from your lips to your neck. “that isn’t going to h..help..” you panted out before tapping on his shoulder.

He pulled himself up as you blushed heavily, “let’s just get ready to sleep..we have a long day tomorrow right? besides you complain a lot for sleep cariño.” you said sitting up before getting up, he scoffed knowing his plan didn’t work out well. “whats wrong? upset your plan didn’t workout?” you said smirking to yourself without him looking, “how did you-“ he said as you looked at him, “i’m not this dumb, such things like this happens when you’re upset..” you said before taking your hoodie and shirt off at the same time changing into a white shirt and a pair of grey sweats.

You walked back to the bedroom and found him on the bed without his shirt, you gulped trying to avoid the look. Now you were thinking..thinking stuff you honestly promised to yourself you wouldn’t.. You walked over to your spot laying down under the covers, your back facing ferran. His hand slowly creeping up on your shoulder attempting to turn you around “no..please..” you said before he turned you around, you groaned loudly, looking at him. “what! i don’t want to look at you right now!” you said covering your face, “come on it won’t even be that bad, as long as we make it seem like we’re not a thing yet then we’ll be fine. we’ll wake up early in the morning and hopefully pack then we’ll be leaving..” he said as you looked at him, “fine..that stupid argument was so unnecessary tho..” you said before he placed his finger on your lip, “i know it did, it was annoying either way.” he said you whined before turning around, your back facing him.

“Let’s just sleep amor, you’ll feel better. I promise.”

you nodded against the pillows as he chuckled kissing your cheek before he turned the lamp off, the two of you dozing off.

Approximately the next morning..

The sound of ferrans alarm blaring through the room waking you up before you rubbed your eyes, ferrans arm was on your chest. You nudged him off, before reaching over to his nighstand turning the alarm off, “hey..wake up..” you said shaking him slightly, he groaned turning around. You huffed out shaking him harshly this time, “get up! we’re going to be late..” you said before he turned back around looking at you half awake, “mi niño hermoso..” (my cute boy..) he said cupping your cheek, you blushed heavily before he pulled you in, kissing you. you kissed back cupping his cheeks, “ya..no mas..vamonos que tenemos que apurarnos..” (stop..no more..let’s go we have to hurry..) you said getting off the bed, he sat up frowning. “should’ve just stayed home..” he said as you scoffed, “now is not the time..” you said before he got up himself starting to help you pack.

you were already done packing, you felt him behind you as he pressed himself against your ass. you stopped your movements in shocked, this early and he was already in..the mood.. “ferran..it’s early to be like this..” you sighed out before turning around, he shook his head. “no it’s not..” he said, you rolled your eyes. “of course, because you’re the one pleasuring me.” you said before walking off, “attitude again?” he said before you put your hoodie on and shoes, “yes. matter fact, deal with it.” You said before walking out, he pinned you against the door. You looked up, not afraid before you tilted your head. “sex isn’t going to fix this situation by the way.” you said before he grabbed your jaw, you looked up at him. “and your attitude isn’t fixing this since last night, so i..” he said smacking your ass, you whined. “—i’d shut up or we’ll continue doing this. mr cocky.” he said before he let you go.

you rolled your eyes before walking out, “you’re one to talk..” you said before closing the luggage, “now let’s go. i’m driving.” you said as he smirked at your attitude, “sureeee..” he said as you two walked downstairs, you went into the garage before opening it as you unlocked the car, opening the trunk you placed the luggage inside. you felt the pair of arms around your waist again, you turned around looking up at ferran. “don’t..” you said before he placed a finger on your lip, “from now on, you speak and it wont look pretty. understood?” he said as you gulped, “..m-mhm..” you said before he slapped your ass, you bit your lip before getting inside the passenger seat. He got in the driver seat before turning the car on as he opened the garage, driving to the training site.

you were on your phone, you felt ferrans hands tracing near your thigh. your eyes shooting down to his hand, you gulped. “q..que haces?” (what are you doing?) you said his hand squeezing your thigh, “nada..” (nothing..) he said, you looked at him beofre looking back down at your phone, suddenly his palm cupped your crotch. you yelped before smacking his hand off, “i-is this because of my attitude!?” you said, he shrugged as you scoffed. “don’t fucking scoff at me and answer!” you said before he squeezed your bulge again, you bit down on your bottom lip holding in your moan. “..and you don’t give me attitude, it’s not that hard amor.” he said, you nodded before he rubbed his thumb around your crotch before you moved his hand away, turning around. “idiot..” you murmured quietly before going back on your phone.

he parked the car before you unbuckled your seatbelt, he looked at you. “you’re seriously not mad?” he said as you shook your head, “no..you tease too much.” you said, he chuckled kissing your cheek, you blushed before you held onto his index finger. “remember not to-“ you said before his finger was placed on your lip, “not to argue with them because they’ll make you involved, yes i understand..” he said, you smiled nodding your head before he kissed your cheek. “let’s go then.” he said before you two got out the car walking inside the site.

after being on the bus and now on the plane..

you sat next to the window laying down on the small bed, ferran was asleep, although his hand was resting on your thigh..you looked at him while he was sleeping. right across from you and ferran was pedri and joão, you and joão were back on good terms..i guess..ferran slightly moved around looking at you half awake, you looked down at him. “hey..” he murmured sleepily, you felt the pool of butterflies flow through your stomach, the voice making you blush heavily. “hey sleepy head..” you said, he chuckled holding your hand. “you’re so handsome..” he said, you smiled as you interlocked your pinkie with his. you two making eye contact for the longest bit of time, although you felt a glance you didn’t care.

you smiled before joão started talking, “you two never stop with this bullshit..” you almost spoke before ferran sat up covering your mouth, “be quiet, you always want to start something joão, i think your time should be done..why not talk with fermin too..” he said, your mouth still covered trying to move his hand away but he tightened his grip around your mouth. you smacked his hand before he slapped your thigh without joão seeing, you blushed again before joão scoffed turning around talking to fermin. “seriously!” you whispered yelled before he nodded his head, “yes, i think the attitude is mostly enough for today, especially since yesterday.” he said, you rolled your eyes slapping his arm. “you idiot..” you murmured, he chuckled spanking your ass as you were turning around. you slightly moaned, he chuckled.

you looked at him laying on your stomach, “what are we going to do when we get to the hotel..” you said as he shrugged, “don’t know yet hermoso..” he said before he covered your lower body with the blanket, before he began to squeeze and play with your ass. “s-seriously!?..” you whisper yelled before he began squeezing your bum, you rolled your eyes attempting not to moan. “y-you do this the wrong moment..” you murmured as he said “nuh uh”, you tried to move his hand off but earned a smack on your ass. you sat up before slapping his hand, “that’s enough. besides we land in 30 minutes..” you said before turning to face the window, trying to fall asleep.

“now you’re ignoring me..?”

“no, cállate mejor.”

“en serio? me vas a dar tu actitud?” (seriously? you’re going to give me your attitude?)

you ignored him falling back asleep for the last 30 minutes of the flight, suddenly a harsh squeeze went to your ass. you whimpered into your pillow as he chuckled, “dumbass.”

30 minutes later..

after a small turbulance and a 30 minute nap, you woke up to ferran whispering in your ear, “wake up..” and tapping on your shoulder, you woke up. “did we land..?” you said sleepily, he nodded kissing your cheek. you sat up rubbing your eyes before standing up, ferran on the other hand was grabbing both yours and his luggages. you put your shoes back on. “did the nap help your attitude?” he said, “sorta..d-do y-you need help tho..” you said yawning slightly as he chuckled, “no, not unless you want to-“ he said, you nodded your head before you held his luggage, “they’re not heavy, they’re both the same weight baby..” you said before he kissed your cheek.

It was morning, the team decided to fly to ibiza. surprisingly it was afternoon, about 4pm and the team already had plans..a fucking goddamn club.

after stepping out of the plane and getting on the bus, you took the seat next to the window as ferran sat next to you, his hand resting on your thigh. “hey..” he said as you looked at him smiling, “hi..” you said before he chuckled, “what’s wrong?” he said before you shook your head, “nada..did you get everything loaded in..” he said as you nodded, “what are we going to do after this?” you said, he chuckled. “remember..they want to go to the club so half of us are going..do you want to go..” he said, you looked at him nodding your head. “yea..alejandro made a deal about drinks.” you said looking down giggling, ferran scoffed. “okay well..not to much drinks tho..” he said, you nodded your head, “mhmm..” you said holding his hand on the top of his.

After a long Shananiganz from the hotel to now at the club, you and alejandro were just talking with fermin. ferran was..well..busy you could say. You dont even remember what drink you were on, like your 5th? 6th? But that was since alejandro was paying. You were tipsy and all giggly, to the point fermin had to leave and get ferran on you. “i-i’m fine..! wh-why is he even getting..” you said confused before ferran appeared right behind alejandro, you scoffed whining loudly before drinking your drink. “come on let’s go.” He said as you shook your head, “no. i-i’m staying..i want..m..more..” you said before burping. ferran rolled his eyes, “no vamonos ya.” (no let’s go now.) he said grabbing your hand, you slapped his hand off. “stoppppp! you’re being dramatic..” you said before he slapped your thigh, “let’s go now. i’m not fucking playing around.” he said, you giggled shaking your head. “nooopeeee..” you said booping his nose.

you were giggling, in a mess technically. the alcohol was making your brain fuzzy, keeping you distracted from whatever. You rubbed your hands on your thighs slightly whimpering before ferran turned to alejandro, “cuantos?” (how many?) he said crossing his arms against his chest, alejandro shrugged. “cuantos tomo alejandro!” (how much did he take alejandro!) ferran slightly yelled, you gulped looking at him. “como seis o diez, no se y no me importa.” (like six or 10..i dont know and i dont care.) he said, your hand traced under ferrans shirt. “stopppp..being m…mad..” you said looking at him.

he grabbed your hand looking at you, “you think im joking?” he said, you giggled before he pulled you off your seat. “hey! you’re no funnn..!” you said before he whispered something to alejandro and fermin as he took you out the building. “that was not needed! ugh!” you said before he dragged you by the arm to the car, you were following him before he pinned you to the car hood, you gulped. “whatttt are you goinggg to dooo nowww..” you said giggling befofe he grabbed your cheeks in one, “shut you up.” he said as you furrowed your brows, “huh? h-hey! mmngh..” you said as he kissed you deeply, you kissed back holding onto his shoulders, his hand squeezing your bum slightly. you grunted into his mouth before you slipped your tongue into his mouth, the taste of the alcohol spreading through his mouth as you giggled.

he picked you up as you blushed heavily, “p-put me d..downnn!” you said, his bulge slightly rubbing against your ass. you slighty moaned into his mouth before you pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily and wiping your lips. “you done giving me your attitude?” he said as you nodded giggling, “maybeeeee..!” you said wiggling out of his grip before walking over to your side of the seat, sitting down on the passenger side as ferran sat on the driver side, starting the car before he drove to the hotel. your hand sneaking through his bulge, you bit down on your lip rubbing your hand over it. he groaned before glancing at you, “en serio?” (seriously?) he said as you giggled, “youuu started..th..this..” you said midway giggling before you burped on accident from the alcohol, “you’re just a cute little thing when you’re tipsy aren’t you..” he said, you giggled drawing lines around his bulge, and boy. It was aching through his boxers, things he wanted to do to you right now but you guys were even halfway near the hotel.

“parale.” (stop.) he said as you shook your head still moving your finger, your hand nearly about to slide into his pants before he slapped your hand off. “how about now, just wait til we get to the room.” he said glancing at you, you blushed heavily. “this is your f-fault by the way! i-i was only doing my business and y-you got mad!” you said before he slapped your thigh, “more quiet less talking, yeah?” he said as you rolled your eyes, “fuck you..” you murmured before he looked over at you, “oh i definitely will and enjoy it.” he mumbled before you looked out the window, hands crossed against your chest. You were quiet, matter fact the drive was quiet.

he parked the car now infront of the hotel, you looked at him without him noticing before you got out the car, slightly wobbling you held onto the car before he grabbed your hand, yanking you around. “o-ow! th..that hurts!” you said before he shook his head, “this is what you get.” he said before you two were now in the halls near the room, you gulped before whining. “l-let go of m..me..” you said before he opened the door, he pushed you inside as you yelped. the lights were fully off, it was dark. “i-i can’t see anything..” you whispered before the second he turned the lights on, he cupped your cheek kissing you. you kissed back, you cupped both his cheeks as you were pinned to the wall. you continued kissing him, before he tugged on your shirt pulling you closer, “not much talkative no more huh?” he said, you whined pushing him off. “i-i only wanted y-you!” you said before you tried walking away, he grabbed you picking you up. “put me down!” you said moving around before he placed you on the bed, you sat up on your elbows looking at him confusingly.

he took his shirt off as you watched the tee go over his head, you swallowed nervously. he chuckled watching your breathing slowly increase, he hovered above you. you looked down at his clothed member, it was already..big.. you were staring down to the point you couldn’t even hear ferran calling your name. he lifted your chin up, “look at me.” he said before you whined, he chuckled before he caressed your cheek softly with his thumb, “sit up.” he said before you didn’t hesitate to sit up, his hands crawling to the hem of your shirt before pulling it up to your chest, over to your head. you blushed heavily before he discarded your shirt somewhere in the room, “now we’re equal.” he said chuckling, you whined before he kissed you again shushing you, you whined again as his palm pressed down onto your bulge, you moaned into his mouth.

he chuckled still kissing you, before you unbuttoned his pants, leaving him fully naked, ferran kissed your neck before you looked away, he stopped before you sat up looking at him.

“what’s wrong?” he said sitting down, you looked at him and well..you were the only one still clothed. quickly you tried to cover your chest. that wave of feeling grossed out for who you were.

he tilted his head. “que paso?” (what happened?) he said as you shook your head. “n-nothing..” you said looking away not wanting to made any sort of contact with him, “talk to me..we can stop if you want-i-i’m sorry if i was being a bit aggressive..” he said before you shook your head, “i-it’s..n..not that..” you said playing with your finger.

“then what is it?” he said holding your other hand, you slighty smiled.

“just what if u think im too boring for sex.. i mean.. you probably changed..” you mumbled, he shook his head. “you’re not babe..we haven’t done it in awhile and it’s okay, i’ll make you feel good..” he whispered, you blushed heavily before he held your cheek, kissing you passionately. you kissed back still blushing before he laid you down, his hands slightly tugging onto your pants as the kiss was distracting you from what he was doing, he slowly unbuttoned your pants before he looked at you, you nodded before he pulled your bottoms down. you blushed heavily feeling much safer around him, before you felt his hand slightly palm you. you moaned into his mouth, your hand on his shoulder. “see..nothing to be afraid of..you’re already doing well..” he whispered in your ear, kissing your cheek as he continued to stroke you slowly, your cheeks all red from the encouragement. his hand still moving up and down slowly.

the two of you still kissing, your moans being drowned into your boyfriends mouth before he pulled his hand away. “w-why’d you stop..” you said sitting up on your elbows again, he chuckled pecking your forehead, “just..getting you started..” he said, your cheeks heating up again. “lay on your stomach..” he whispered before you nodded your head, laying down on your stomach, close enough to being on your fours. you gulped before he spat down onto his cock, he slightly stroked himself groaning quietly before pushing his tip in. you gaspy moaned, slightly leaning your head back as his free hand held onto your abdomen, “shhh..” he said in your ear before pushing himself in all the way. you moaned at the way his length filled you up just..perfectly.

he began to slowly pound into you, you were already moaning since it had been awhile since the last sex, he continued moving his hips in and out of your hole, “like i said..doing so well pretty..” he groaned out in your ear, his cock thrusting slowly and steadily into you, your head was slightly resting against his shoulder as small uh uh uhs came out of your mouth, he placed small kisses on your shoulder before his free hand poked your thigh, you giggled between your moans. “tell me if i-it..feels good.” he said in between his groans, before he went back to stroking your cock again, you whiny moaned before you nodded your head quickly, unable to answer from the constant uncontrollable moans slipping out due to a long hiatus of well..no sex.

he continued slowly pounding into you before pacing up, you grunted at each thrust feeling his pelvis bone smack against your ass hardly but not as hard against you, your head falling forward. you constantly moaned out feeling his hand rub against you, his kisses went to your neck slightly sucking on your skin leaving a few marks behind. the slow but hard pace making you already see stars, you could feel him everywhere. it felt so good, so good you couldn’t even explain the deliciousness in your body. he continued thrusting deeply into you groaning through your ear, you bit down on your lip.

the deeper he was burried, the way your eyes would slightly roll your eyes at the pleasure. your ass slightly bouncing with how hard he was thrusting. the small sounds of the bed creaking and the sounds of your moans and ferrans groans echoing through the room, hopefully no complains in the morning.

“c-can you move faster?” you said before he nodded his head, “of course pretty..” he said as his thumb rubbed over the tip of your cock, you cried out a moan before he pounded quicker into you. you nearly moaned loudly, holding onto the sheets as ferrans fingertips caressed your waist, “shh..shh.. it’s okay..” he said softly into your ear, you turned around looking at him from your shoulder before he kissed you again, you kissed back with hicuppy moans, his hand matching the same exact pace as in how he was fucking you, you blushed heavily at the moment happening right now. “doing so well baby..how does it feel? hmm?” he said pulling away from the kiss, you were fucked out. unable to think as you mumbled, ‘s-so gooooodddd..’ he chuckled at your state of expression, his hand kneading your ass as you whined. “n-not there!” you said in between your moans.

he continued ramming his hips back and forth with a pattern of the pace, you were in your own world enjoying the tingling feeling, he pulled out as you gulped sitting up wobbly, “w-why’d you..” you said panting before he laid down, “come here..” he said before you looked at him, crawling over to him sitting over the tip of his cock, as you felt him stretch you out yet again.. differently. you let out a hiccupy whimper before he tilted his head, “fuuuck..much better like that..” he said as you began to roll your hips back and forth, his hand slowly going in contact with your member, the new position making your brain feel mushy and wussy, “like it so far?” he said as you nodded your head, your hands placed on his chest.

“i-it feels s-so go-ood!” you said before you rolled your hips faster, your bulge pumping in and out of his palm, he chuckled before you felt him twitch underneath you, he held your waist tightly before thrusting above you. you whiny moaned, feeling his cock hit against your sweet spot, making your eyes roll back. you scratched his chest, as he continued pounding into you. “did so well..think you can do well one last time?” he groaned out as you moaned in response, you leaned closely kissing him before he kissed you back, with him thrusting into you and the kiss, he released himself with a low moan. his spirts of cum warming you up before you released yourself on his chest, half of your cum landing on your chest before you felt on him.

you breathed heavily burrying your face into the crook of his neck, “you did well pretty..wake up..” he said as you shook your head, “t..tired..” you said before slightly sitting up, you were still ontop of him before slightly getting off, you squeezed your leg shut so nothing would leak out of you, he chuckled before you laid next to him. you were fighting off the sleep before he got up, he came back with a towel cleaning you off then himself. you rolled back under the covers before he wrapped his arm around you, “still tipsy?” he said as you shook your head, “no..i’m okay now..probably a headache in the morning..” you mumbled sleepily, “cutie..” he said intertwining his pinkie with yours, breaking the silence. “you know..i don’t care about what you think right..at the end of the day i love you and nothing will seperate us..” he said as you smiled, “mhm..” you said. he smiled before kissing your cheek,

“i love you.”

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[footballerimaginess]

A new tradition

Footballer Imaginess Does Halloween Feedback & reblogs are very appreciated x Ferran Torres Word Count: 335 Every year in your family it was tradition that you would go pumpkin picking, you had made sure it was your tradition and something you always do. As your family wasn't able to get together this year, which you were very much upset about. "Come on, get ready" Ferran told you as you glanced up whilst you were laying on the sofa. "Where are we going?" you asked as he handed you your coat. "You'll see" Ferran cheekily replied as you slipped your coat on and your trainers. You did as you were told, still confused as to where he was taking you as he was never this secretive. - You got in the car and were driving along the motorway, still confused as there was nothing that you liked doing this way. "Here we are" Ferran smiled as you pulled up and drove along the road as he parked. "Wait, is this where I think we are?" you smiled as you practically jumped out of the car in excitement. "I wanted to take you pumpkin picking" he grinned as he grabbed your hand as you walked to the patch. "It is just how I remembered, thank you so much for doing this for me Ferran" you kissed his cheek before you made your way to the patch. "No problem baby, I know how upset you were that you weren't able to do this with your family. So I thought it would be amazing to do it with you. Make it a new tradition" you grinned as you felt your heart instantly melt. You and Ferran picked up the pumpkins, taking some pictures of you both in the patch. "This is now our tradition" you grinned as you picked up the pumpkin with huge strength. "Jeez that was heavy, I simply regret carrying that fucking hell" you laughed as you had to put it down. "I will carry it" Ferran smiled as he grabbed the pumpkin from the floor as he managed to pick it up.

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[strawberryblue-blog]

Details they have with you

—FC Barcelona.

summary: small details or customs that they have in your relationship.

warnings: none. cute, soft.

#SEXYNOTE: I made a new reaction from Barça because the previous one had a lot of support, my respects to you. Remember that if you want another team you can just tell me and i will be happy to do it.

Pedri Gonzalez.

Take/caress your hands.

For Pedri it feels really warm and content like your fingers fit perfectly with his and complement each other so well. The soft feel of your small hand in his makes him feel at home. It surrounds it so well, you feel its warmth right away and it feels wonderful.

He likes to hold her at any time. In bed, when you're walking, when you're shopping, when you're on the couch, when you're out to dinner with your friends, anywhere. Sometimes he even does it unconsciously when he notices it, he was probably already taking it hours ago.

He does it so nicely that when you are apart you miss his touch. He thinks he can protect and support you this way, he knows you love to be held by him and that's why he does it all the time.

Ferran Torres.

Hold/hug your waist.

At first he did it to mark his territory when you were surrounded by people but now he can't stop doing it even when you are alone. It's like a mania, he likes to know he has control on you in a good way. He just leaves it there for hours and won't even bother you, in fact he's super intimate and careful.

His hand tightens around your waist holding it there, giving little gentle touches every now and then with his fingers. He does it while walking, when you are in bed, or wherever, his hand will always be there, caressing you or hugging you.

You feel protected and you like knowing that he wants to send a message to the world, you are his and no one else's.

Pablo Gavi.

Hold/stand behind your back.

It was something he picked up as a habit while you were dating before you were a couple. Because of the height difference, Pablo always stands behind you and watches out for you. He used to use it to flirt but he likes to feel that effect he has on you.

He usually wraps his hand around your neck and hugs your body so you lean against him. He thinks it's really intimate and you like to feel his body behind yours, filling you with his warmth and scent, making you feel loved and safe on his chest.

Maybe he does this more often when you are with the boys as he is a bit jealous.

Joao Felix.

Sit you/push you on his lap.

Maybe there is no specific reason why he usually does it let's just say that he really likes to see you sitting on his lap, it gives him a sensual and wild touch. You can't say no, you like it too.

Joao loves physical contact and when you are there, he can caress your back, your legs, your waist, any part without problems. He has control over you, so you can't escape from his caresses.

It's already something they usually do, even when there are more seats, you usually sit on his lap. You are small on him and he can hug you for warmth. He will do it anywhere, with his family, friends or when they are on the couch enjoying their free time.

Fermin Lopez.

Lay his hand on your thigh/leg.

At first he had a hard time with physical contact with you, but after a while he started to gradually get closer. It probably took him a few months to be that intimate with you but now it's the opposite.

He really likes the feeling of resting his hand on your thigh, whether it's in bed, when you're on the couch or just when you're next to him. He doesn't do it with any intention, especially since you also rest your hand on his.

He knows that you like it and that you feel loved with his touch, so sometimes he caresses it and squeezes it to tickle you.

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[pepexpablito]

what writings r upcoming

. FERRAN FLUFF TO ANGST

.PEDRI AND GAVI LOVE TRIANGLE

.PEDRI SMUT BLURB

.LAMINE FLUFF PT.2

.TEXTS FROM THE BARCA BOYS (DEPENDS DONT REALY KNOW HOW ILL DO IT YET)

.HECTOR X MODEL GF

.GAVI MAKING IT OFFICIAL

(HOPFULLY ILL HAVE THEM ALL OUT BY TODAY AND TOMMAROW,FEEL FREE TO SEND ANY REQUESTS MY LITTLE POOKIESSSS😘💗💗💗💗💗💗)

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[didishawn]

Sex therapy is what works the best (Pedri x Reader x Ferran)

Warnings: Ferran is not dating Sira, Pedri thinks a good fuck is what his friend needs to get back to his top level, smut, Pedri watches his best friend fuck his girlfriend, sorry not sorry Ferran is hot, mentions of the internet asking for Ferran's head because of his recent performance on the club, lots of Spanish

Masterlist

Ferran is disappointed in himself, another bad match and half of the Internet beating him down, asking for his departure from the team. His psychologist says its all in his head, that once he gets mentally better everything else will do too. He can't help but doubt it, he thinks he is bad, he won't get out of this one, and like the memes say, he will do better to start learning, Chinese or Japanese because he most likely will end up playing there.

He is a shell of himself seating in one of the corners of the changing room as his teammates celebrate the victory when he feels to taps on his shoulder, Pedri sits next to him, watching him with sorrow, the midfielder feels sorry for his friend.

"Venga, que no pasa nada, ya lo harás mejor en el próximo partido" he tries to cheer him up, but the other shakes his head. (come on, it's nothing, you will do better on the next match)

"Dudo que Xavi me vuelva a sacar tras el desastre de hoy" (I doubt Xavi will have me on the field again after today's disaster)

"Que va, ya verás que si, chacho. Todo está en tu cabeza, una vez te olvides de lo que dicen los gilipollas de Twitter, todo irá mejor" (no way, you will see, man. Everything is in your head, once you forget what those assholes in Twitter say, everything will be better)

Ferran has his face buried on his hands, hiding his dreadful expression from his friend "¿Y que pasa si no está todo dentro de mi cabeza? Capaz es que simplemente doy asco. Llevo ya meses en el psicólogo, hago un partido bueno, y luego todo vuelve a lo de siempre" (and what if it's not all inside my head? Maybe I simply suck. I have been at the psychologist for months, I do a good match, then everything goes back to the same as alway)

His friend is quiet for a second, before saying "Creo tengo una idea para sacarte de la mala racha" (I think I have an idea to get you out from the losing streak)

"Tú estás mal de la cabeza" Ferran tells him once they are on his friend's car after dropping off Gavi, the other shakes his head. (you are sick in the head)

"Que va, tú hazme caso. Lo que te falta a ti es una buena follada para liberar estrés" (no way, you pay attention to what I say. What you need is a good fuck to release stress)

"¿Una buena follada con tu novia?" he asks, unbelieving, Ferran is sure Pedri is on weed or something. (a good fuck with your girlfriend?)

"¿Por qué no?" (why not?)

"¿Y que pasa si ella no quiere?" (and what if she doesn't want to?)

"Lo hará. Si escucharas las cosas que dice sobre ti no tendrías dudas. Que si estás cachondisimo que si no se que" (she will. If you heard the stuff she says about you, you would have no doubts. That you are so hot, and more that I can't remember)

The two boys arrive to the house you share with Pedri and Fer, though the midfielder knows his brother to be out with some chick. They hear your low humming and feel the delicious smell of whatever you are cooking. You are distracted when they see you, dressed in Barça's shirt after having to miss the match to study, it's big on you and hides the shorts that Ferran guesses you are wearing. You dance around the kitchen to the sound of Quevedo and Pedri has a giant smile on his face as he watches while Ferran struggles to keep his eyes from your ass. You were indeed only wearing panties under the blue and red shirt.

"¿Te la pasas bien?" (having fun?)

You spin around on record time and are on your boyfriend's arm as soon as you recognise his voice, lips meeting his as you congratulate him on their win, you get off him and also embrace Ferran in a not-so-tight hug and give him your congratulations too.

"¿Tienes hambre, Ferran? Hice suficiente comida para todos" (are you hungry, Ferran? I made enough food for everyone)

"Tiene hambre, pero no de tu comida" (he is hungry, but not for your food)

Ferran hits his friend to shut him up as he laughs, you give them a confused look but choose to ignore your boyfriend's idiotic comments.

It is not until you three are sat eating dinner, when Pedri's plan reaches your ears and you understand everything.

That is how you end up like this, on all fours as Ferran pounds into you from the back, Pedri is sat on a corner watching everything while pumping his dick.

It's impossible for you to contain your moans, your boyfriend's best friends dick reaching incredibly deep inside you, almost kissing your cervix as he brings you in closer by the strong grip on your waist.

"¿Qué tal te vas sintiendo, Ferran? Ella parece que bien" your boyfriend comments, watchful gaze on your forms, how your head is buried by Ferran's hand into the pillow, but not even that can quiet the angelic noises coming from you. (how are you doing, Ferran? She seems to be having fun)

"No entiendo como la dejas sola ni un momento, con lo puto apretada que está, parece que estoy en el cielo" (I don't understand how you even leave her alone for a second, with how fucking tight she is, it feels like I am in heaven)

"Una buena folladita por la mañana y por la tarde y vas tirando. Después de los partidos fuera, hay que recuperar" (a good fuck on the morning and afternoon. After away matches you make up for it)

Pedri's grip on his own dick tightens too, but his hand doesn't compare to the real thing as he watches Ferran abandone your insides, spin you around, your eyes on each other and mouths meeting, your leg on the boy's shoulder, making you let out a scream when he again slams into you. From Pedri's position, he can see your eyes filling up with pleasure tears, your nails bury into his friend's back, surely leaving marks that won't go away on the next few days. Ferran's lips meet you neck, sucking on it, he too wants to leave a mark, Pedri doesn't mind, one hickey doesn't even compare to what he always leaves on you.

You watch Ferran through your teary eyes, you are in a haze, can't really manage to think straight at all. You look down, watching as his cock slams repeatedly into you, how his abs clench, as do his thick thighs that you have always drooled about -all with Pedri's permission. He reaches down again to make out with you, his chain moving as violently as his hips do, the cool metal buries into your chest as he lets go of your leg, his big hands on your ass picking you up and seating you on those thighs you love so much, still pounding into you as hard in that position while also helping you ride him, moving you as if you were a ragdoll as your moans get louder and hold into his strong shoulders.

You eyes meet Pedri's, he winks at you and you clench when you see his cum all over his strong stomach and thighs, still pumping his dick in a slower matter, Ferran groans at your tighter self, the sound getting you closer to the edge until you finally let yourself go, making everything wetter than it already is.

You can feel Ferran's balls clenching under you as he trembles, he too is close, you reach down and massage them, that makes it for him. He gives you the last few thrusts, stronger than any before and cums deep inside you, you are glad you are in birth control. He trembles as you hop off his dick, your hands massaging his chest up and down to help him come down from the extasis of his orgasm, he was ashamed to confess it had been a while since the last time he had one from another person and not his hand.

"Ayúdala a limpiarse, ¿no?" Ferran nods with gone eyes, his thighs still tremble, yet not as hard as yours, he struggles to stand up, Pedri stops him "Con la lengua Ferran, así es mejor" (help her clean herself, no? With your tongue Ferran, it's better that way)

The boy nods, strong hands gripping into your thighs, keeping you in place as his tongue licks from you hole to your clit, lips wrapping and sucking on it as you can't help but move around. One arm wraps around your waist, the other leads his fingers into your hole, pushing in whatever cum has come out, pumping once or twice, you are so sensitive that you cum again in no time. Ferran separates as you push his head away from your clit, he places a kiss on your cheek and falls down next to you.

Pedri stands up, and walks towards you two "Descansen qué ahora me toca a mi follar y tú por la boca" (rest that's it's now my turn to fuck and yours in her mouth)

That night is a long one, your bed is a bit small for the three of you, but you make it work. The next morning there are promises to repeat the experience, no bad performance from Ferran needed as an excuse, but now know that if the bad performance continues, Ferran will for surely attend this therapy asides from the one with his psychologist.

Needless to say, maybe Pedri was right about the whole thing, as the next match Ferran starts in, he leaves the field with a goal and an assistance on his back, the whole Internet praising him as the hypocrites they all are.

That night, the three of you celebrate, the therapy will for sure continue.

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[thirstyandbeautiful]

I can't believe I have to make a post about plagiarism

At the beginning of December, an anon reached out to me with a link to @jkeey4-main / @jkeey4 's page to warn me that she was literally copy and pasting from my fics to pass as her own.

I reached out and kindly requested that she remove all trace of my work from her own. I did not ask her to delete the fics, just edit them so they weren't word for word my own. I was beyond patient and gave her over a month to correct her work and come up with her own original scenes and dialogue, etc. I wrongfully assumed that if I showed a bit of grace, this problem would fix itself.

But it didn't.

This is just one pair of screenshots that were taken yesterday after she told me she'd edited everything and there was no trace of my work left on her page:

Since she refuses to fix her page, I've decided to broadcast it: If you're reading any fics from this page, I guarantee you that it's been copied and pasted from this F1 page.

Don't plagiarize and steal someone's work. If you need to copy and paste someone else's work to pass as your own, you're not a writer and shouldn't claim to be one.

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[httpsdana]

HI BABY ITS ME AGAIN

i’ve come with my Ferran requests again 😋😋

can you do it when the reader and Ferran have just started staying over at each others places and she forgot stuff to wear as she wasn’t going to stay as he brought her home after getting cold and rained on at the barca game and then this prompt

51-"is that my hoodie?" "no, not anymore."

and them just cuddling till pedri calls and she sees his lockscreen

127-"Am I your lock screen ?" "You weren't supposed to see that."

and then it just ends all cute and fluffy

thank you mi chica te amo 🩷

Obsessed With You~Ferran Torres

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

She always gives me the best ideas wtf? enjoy bbg <3

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

51-"is that my hoodie?" "no not anymore"

127-"am I your lockscreen?" "you weren't supposed to see that"

"LET'S GO!!!" y/n yelled as soon as her boyfriend had the ball in the back of the net

She started taking pictures of him celebrating, before he pointed towards her and blew her a kiss. She waved at him and blew him a kiss back

They haven't been together for too long, but long enough for her to join him during his matches.

She put her phone in her pocket when the players were back to their game. Suddenly she felt a few drops of water on the top of her head.

"oh god its raining" Anna, Lewandowski's wife, said from next to her. They sat back in their seats, as they had shields above their heads.

When the match ended, it was still raining, but they went down to the pitch either ways.

"Amor. I'm so proud of you" y/n said, wrapping her arms around Ferran's neck, hugging him tightly

"gracias bébé" he said back, hugging her tighter, before taking off his jersey and covering her head with it

"let's go to mine yeah? its closer and I don't want my girl to catch a cold" he put his arm around her neck and started walking to the tunnel

"I don't have any clothes Fer. you should've told me I'm staying at yours" she said, in which Ferran only shook his head

"doesn't matter" he shrugged his shoulders and walked them to his car

The drive to Ferran's apartment was silent, with music playing in the background, and Ferran holding y/n's hand all the way home in his own

y/n was now feeling cold from the water on her skin and clothes. As soon as Ferran parked his car, she rushed to the door, waiting for him to come with key

When he opened the door, y/n rushed inside. Ferran chuckled and locked the door behind him.

A few minutes later, y/n came back to where Ferran was sitting, fresh and warm clothes on this time

"is that my hoodie?" Ferran asked, as soon as his eyes dropped on her, with a small smile on his face

"no, not anymore" y/n said, dropping next to him on the couch

He laughed at her, going to put his arm around her, but she only pushed him back

"as much as cuddling feels really warm right now. you stink. go shower" she pulled on a disgusted face, making him act offended

"I do not stink!" he placed a hand on his chest making y/n laugh at his face

"just get up and take a shower silly" she pushed him off the couch, and he eventually got up

y/n was watching a show on the tv, until Ferran's phone started to ring. She glanced at it, not wanting to invade his privacy. She saw Pedri's name, until it stopped ringing. She noticed the background of Ferran's phone. It was a picture of her, she didn't know existed. It was taken during the picnic she and Ferran had a few days back. She was staring at the rose that Ferran had gotten her.

She turned his phone off, her face flushed as she thinks about the new facts she had just learned. She then acted as if nothing happened, waiting for Ferran to come back. When he came back, he flopped down next to her, pulling her closer to him

"see. now you smell much better" she nuzzled her head into his neck, making him laugh

She was about to tell him that Pedri called, when his phone started ringing again. He reached out for it, answering it. He spoke with Pedri for a few minutes before hanging up, and placing his phone on the table, her picture still on display

"am I your lockscreen?" she asked, looking at his phone before looking up at him. His face was now red, while he scratched the back of his neck

"you weren't supposed to see that" he mumbled, avoiding her eyes

"you're so cute" she cooed, grabbing his cheeks in her hands. She squished his cheeks before pecking his lips a few times

"okay stop it" he laughed, pushing her hands away and pulling her down to his chest again.

"its nice to see that I'm not the only one obsessed here" she joked earning a groan from Ferran

"I'm not obsessed with you" he said, obviously lying

"you obviously are" she rolled her eyes jokily

"okay maybe a little bit" he murmured, making her giggle.

"I love you" she looked up at him, gazing into his beautiful eyes

"I love you more darling"

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