#pedrislefttoe

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marc bernal x f!reader

warnings: simp!marc, pet names (love, baby, pretty girl, handsome), not proof read,  established relationship, fluff, no capitalization, swearing.

summary: marc bought reader sabrina tickets

for @bernalswifeyy

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15 minutes — part 1/2,

you sat comfortably in your parents’ living room as you watched your favorite netflix show, brooklyn nine-nine.

just as the episode ended, your boyfriend barged into the living room, his phone in hand. your head snapped to the door as it slammed shut.

“marc—what are you..?” you blinked as he rushed to your side, sitting next you. his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his side.

marc grinned proudly as he held up his phone, showing you two digital tickets to see sabrina carpenter.

“baby.. what is this?” the corners of your lips quirked up into a smile. seeing sabrina carpenter live was probably the highest point on your bucket list.

the bernal boy flashed his boyish smile before speaking, “sabrina carpenter tickets. i got these a couple months ago.. the concert may or may not be tomorrow.”

“WHAT?!” you yelled, shoving him.

marc’s eyes widened at your shove, he was clearly surprised to earn such a harsh response to a thoughtful gift he’d gotten you. 

“what was that for..?” his head tilted in confusion.

your smile quickly turned to a frown, “marc.. i dont have time to get an outfit together before tomorrow!”

at your words, his surprise turned to barks laughter. “that’s what you’re mad about, love?”

“well yes, asshole.” your frown deepened.

the boy opposite you smiled softly before setting his phone down. marc’s hands cupped your cheeks as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “okay, pretty girl. you’ll be okay.”

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you stood in front of your mirror, staring at your rushed outfit for the concert. there was about an hour before the concert began.

you had done your make up and worn your best pieces of clothing. you looked yourself up and down. 

a cherry red skirt with a matching red corset top, paired with black sabrina carpenter boots, as well as a black leather jacket. atop your head rested cherry red heart shaped sunglasses.

gosh, your outfit was stunning, although it was heavily rushed.

marc sat on your bed, he had worn a white wifebeater under a black leather jacke, similar to yours. he wore dark, wash jeans along with black hightop sneakers and a black baseball cap.

you didnt move from your spot in front of the mirror. you didn’t even notice as marc stood up and walked up behind you.

his chest pressed to your back, his arms wrapped around your hips. marc’s face dipped into the crook of your neck.

“you look so perfect, love..” he pressed soft, loving kisses to your neck before moving onto your cheek.

you laughed softly, your arms moving over his, holding him lovingly. “shouldn’t we be leaving in fifteen minutes? ..yknow, so we can get there early?”

“yeah.” marc shrugged, pulling away from your neck before resting his chin atop your head, which caused your heart shaped sunglasses to fall off your head.

you grumbled some words under your breath, “so get off, idiot..”

“a lot can happen in fifteen minutes, pretty girl.” he wiggled his brows.

“yeah? like what?” you giggled.

“cuddles.”

“and?” you asked, knowing there’d be a catch.

“teach me some of the sabrina carpenter songs before we get in the car..” he gulped.

a soft laugh escaped your lips. “okay, handsome.”

pedrislefttoe,

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

marc guiu x f!reader

tw: smut, teasing, mocking, language, pet names.

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darling,

you let out various soft moans as marc planted multiple kisses on your neck, pumping two of his fingers in and out of your wet folds.

"it's only been, what? two minutes and you're already soaked." he grinned against your skin.

"fuck off." you grumbled from under him.

marc instantly smirked, "yes ma'am." he said, getting off of you and pulling his fingers out.

he got off of you and began to walk towards the living room, out of your shared bedroom.

you pouted, not thinking he would take it seriously.

"marc..!!" you managed to yell, yet he ignored you.

you hopped off of the bed, struggling to walk towards the living room but still managing.

you frowned at the sight of him sitting on the couch, watching TV. you walked towards him, sitting on his lap.

marc's hands instantly went to your bare hips.

"i hate you." you said, marc grinned, two of his fingers dipping back inside you.

"i love you too darling." he grinned, earning a soft moan from you.

pedrislefttoe,

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

lamine yamal x f!reader

tw: language

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coquette - pt 1,

"lamine, i swear to fuck if you do not stop running i will stitch a ribbon into your barca jersey and you're gonna be stuck with it for your next match!" you pouted, chasing your boyfriend around the park as you wanted to tie a cute pink bow in his hair but he wouldn't let you.

he gasped dramatically, and very audibly. "you wouldn't!"

"try me." you narrowed your eyes at him when he came to a stop.

lamine just started running again, ignoring what you said.

"so help me lamine, ill do it!" you pouted at him.

"and if i let you put the bow in my hair?" he asked, stopping again.

you stayed quiet for a second, putting your hand behind your back, crossing your fingers.

"then i won't put the ribbon on your jersey.." you lied.

"promise?" he asked, your smile instantly faded to a pout. "i knew it!" lamine laughed.

"i hate you." you pouted even more.

"if i let you put the bow in my hair and on my jersey, yes ill play my next match with it, will you like me again?" he smiled at you, giving you a soft hug.

lamine always knew how to make you smile.

"yeah!" you giggled.

and five minutes later, you had been sitting on the grass with lamine, tying a cute pink bow in his hair.

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part 2 is gonna be the match where lamine's wearing the jersey!!

pedrislefttoe,

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

marc guiu x f!reader

tw: smut, minors plz dni !!, language, oral f!reader receiving, pet names: “love, princess, baby”

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safe in your arms,

you were in the middle of the most terrifying nightmare, marc could hear you whimpering in your sleep.

you felt your boyfriend’s warm arms wrap around your waist as you felt yourself getting pulled into his body. marc cuddled you into his body, it was around 8am and he had training. 

marc sat up against the headboard, you pouted when you felt his arms shift away from your waist. all you were wearing was a red, lacy bralette and some shorts with southpark characters on them.

you lifted your head from his bare chest and glared up at him with a frown, “what?” he grinned at you.

“why’d you stop..?” you muttered.

“stop what?” he asked.

“why did you stop cuddling me..?” you gazed at him as he began to smirk, his arms wrapping back around your body.

you felt one of his hands squeeze your thigh, a soft moan escaped your mouth when you felt that same hand travel in between your thighs and kneed your inner thigh. “you like that, baby?” he asked as you nodded in response.

marc sat up straight, kissing your soft lips before his lips kissed down your jaw to your neck. he sucked on your skin softly, biting, licking, kissing until there were multiple little marks on your neck.

marc wanted to make sure that when anyone looked at your neck, they’d see his marks and know you already had someone.

his wet kisses dragged themselves down from your neck to your collarbone, he flipped himself over you as one of his hands traveled behind you and unclasped your lacy bralette. marc yanked the piece of fabric off of you before tossing it on the ground. 

his other hand remained in between your thighs, holding them open as he grinded his knee against your shorts.

“marc.. you’ll be late to training..” you moaned as he kissed around your nipples before taking one of them in his mouth, sucking on it.

you moaned, your back arched off the bed as the hand that was once behind your back was now at your hip, holding you down.

“it’s not for 2 hours, love.” your boyfriend groaned against stomach, which was where his lips were now. marc’s knee retracted from your shorts as he tugged them down so he could kiss your thighs. his lips shifted to your inner thighs as he kept tugging the shorts lower and lower before he yanked them off of you.

you let out a porn-worthy moan as marc yanked your panties off of you and tossed them to the side. marc’s thumb rubbed your clit as he licked a bold stripe down your wet folds. 

“this wet just for me, princess?” marc whispered against your pussy lips which got you moaning his name. he began gently sucking on your clit as thrusted a finger into your entrance, he began thrusting in-and-out of your hole as his favorite little noises escaped your lips.

“marc..” you squeaked as he added in another finger. he pumped his fingers inside of you before curling them in you, making sure to hit your g-spot as you yelped his name.

marc pulled his fingers out of you with a pop, which made you squeal as he lined up against your entrance.”ill be gentle, baby.” he said as he thrusted his tip into you, making sure to be gentle as he slowly began to quicken his pace.

you moaned, screaming his name as you felt your orgasm coming. “marc.. im gonna cum..”

he nodded as he thrusted a bit harder, you came all over his hard, slightly veiny cock.

pedrislefttoe,

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sorry if its bad idrk how to write messy make out scenes

marc guiu x f!reader

tw: language, messy makeout sesh

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caught in 4k,

"are your parents home?" marc asked as he slammed you onto your kitchen counter, kissing you.

his tongue slipped in your mouth when you were about to respond, "just my mom."

you squeaked muffled moans into the kiss as he held your hips, holding you down to the counter. "we'll be quiet?" he said, now kissing your jaw as you let out soft moans.

"no, we can't.." you muttered as he continued to place little wet and sloppy kisses all over you.

marc nodded, not stopping what he was doing.

"marc.." you squeaked before he shut you up by kissing you.

"mngh!" you managed to let out.

your boyfriend's grip on you was firm, you couldn't even move or even wiggle as he held you onto the counter.

marc could tell his grip was a bit too tight, he loosened it a bit but he would not stop kissing you.

"marc..!!" you squeaked, "we'll get caught.."

"no we won't, just shush and let me focus, alright, baby?" he kissed you again, gently though.

"y/n..? is that you?" you heard a familiar voice say, the lights suddenly turning on as they were dim before.

your mother came into view as marc pulled away from you.

"busted!" your younger sibling giggled from behind your mom.

your other sibling was skipping around the room, taking photos of you and marc. "caught in 4k!!"

which just made marc smile, he adored your younger siblings.

pedrislefttoe,

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marc guiu x reader.

tw: language, marc being a dick, marc's new blonde buzzcut (i know, im sobbing over it too).

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blondie,

you walked back to your hotel from the mall as you and your boyfriend, marc guiu had been vacationing with a few of his teammates and their girlfriends in monte-carlo, monaco. you held a few shopping bags in hand as you walked down the sidewalks, eventually arriving at your hotel.

once you had gotten out the elevator and on your floor, you walked towards your room door.

gently tapping the key card against the scanner before the door unlocked, you entered just to come face to face with marc and fermin bleaching marc's hair.

the door clicked shut behind you as you stood there in utter shock and disbelief.

"what the fuck is going on?!" you asked, gasping before placing down the bags, unbuckling your heels and running toward them. you almost tripped over in the process.

marc blinked at you as fermin chuckled, trying to contain his laughter.

you glared at marc's bleached buzzcut, tears in your eyes.

"oh my days." you blurted out.

fermin burst out in laughter, earning death stares from you and marc before speaking, "im guessing this is where i leave you two alone. so... goodbye." he shrugged.

"good luck mate," fermin said to marc before heading towards the door and exiting.

"marc, you blonde bastard! why would you do this to your hair?!" you yell at him.

"calm down, mi amor." he says to you, standing up from his seat before opening his arms for you.

reluctantly, you accepted his peace offering, burying yourself in his arms.

"you look like eminem," you giggle into his neck which made him instantly smile.

marc kisses your forehead after pulling away from your hug, "you cant tell me my hair isnt cute though."

you shake your head, smiling before planting your soft lips on his.

pedrislefttoe,

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oh hey there?!

lamine yamal x f!reader

tw: none

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coquette - pt 2,

you grinned happily as you sat in the family and friends section of the beautiful camp nou stadium.

lamine stood at his position as kick off began, his cute barca kit on with your signature pink ribbon sewed onto it, right above the nike logo on both the shorts and the jersey.

a few minutes had passed and lamine had been sprinting towards the opposing team's goal before getting the pass from fermin, he softly kicked the ball into the back of the net.

grinning cheekily, he ran to the corner, dedicating his goal to you.

lamine celebrated by pointing at the bow on his jersey then to you then doing a heart with his hands.

the crowd went wild.

after the match had ended, the two of you sat at a beach, eating ice cream when he let you wear his bow jersey.

lamine wore a white shirt with a pink bow printed on it on the front, just for you.

"i love ice cream," you smiled, taking a lick of your preferred ice cream flavor.

lamine grinned, "i love the beach."

he wrapped a gentle arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him as you two watched the sunset after a glorious win at camp nou.

pedrislefttoe,

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hector fort x f!reader

tw: nothing it’s just kinda corny

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eras tour,

you held onto your boyfriend’s soft yet slightly veiny hand as you pushed through the crowd to get to your seats for taylor swift’s concert.

on your birthday about four months ago, hector surprised you with concert tickets to one of your favorite artists.

you appreciated it so much, you would never shut up about it.

“hector,” you turned your head to look at him as he was following behind you to make sure you wouldn’t trip or anything as you walked.

he catches your gaze before speaking, “yeah?”

“thank you,” you say as you shoot him a soft and warm smile before gently shifting your hand from his to his wrist, continuing your ever long walk to your seats.

“you’re welcome,” you hear him say.

when you had finally got to your seats, waiting for the concert to start, you sparked up a conversation. 

“are you gonna propose during love story?” you giggle sarcastically.

hector chuckles warmly, “i would but you’d have to accept a ring pop instead of an actual ring.”

you grin, “okay bet.”

“no but seriously though. if i ever do propose during a taylor swift song it would probably be love story,” your boyfriend grinned as he leaned his head back.

“aw, yay!!” you giggle softly.