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in between the lines. by facesblurry, fedrifan78 for facesblurry
Fandoms: FC Barcelona - Fandom
15 Oct 2025
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pedri starts having weird symptoms and ferran becomes instinctively more protective.
neither of them think much of it, but when flick convinces them to go to the doctor, they both get the surprise of a lifetime.
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24 Jul 2026
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Ah. He is perfect.
Not really.
He is overly competitive. Stubborn. Wont forget anything. He wont say anything at the moment, but he will bring it up during an argument.
He is secretive. Neurotic to a fault. You wouldnt know it though. Because he plays the part of mature little man so well.
Ferran knows them all. He still loves him.
Ah. He admitted it. Huh..
Onto the next phase then.
How to make pedri fall in love with him?
He is gonna need help of an expert in love stuff.
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24 Jul 2026
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Just pau cubrasi is forced to marry his Alpha marc bernal 💕💕💕
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24 Jul 2026
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"Ferran? Is Pedri alright?" Mateo's worried voice comes from over the phone.
"God, you're so fucking—" Ferran can't even answer before Pedri's shouting, slurring his words. "I feel so full, Ferri. I can't breathe, I'm gonna go crazy, I…"
He's so loud under Ferran. Too fucking loud. Ferran's fingers find Pedri's jugular and they tighten. Pedri gurgles, not even having a chance to catch his breath before Ferran is pushing his face into the sheets. Pedri struggles for air, and his hole squeezes Ferran's cock so tightly that he can feel his orgasm building.
"He's a little busy. We're watching a movie." Ferran shamelessly lifts Pedri's head up, listening to the free-flowing moans that spill out of his mouth. Every time his hips meet Pedri's ass, Pedri lets out another sharp cry. He shoves Pedri back into the sheets again, making him squeal.
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22 Jul 2026
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The rain in Barcelona did not wash the city clean; it only made the grime slick.Inside the gated compound in Pedralbes, the silence was absolute, heavy with the scent of expensive cologne, old marble, and the metallic tang of unspoken threats.
Pau Cubarsí stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass of the master bedroom, watching the downpour blur the lights of the city below. He was twenty-one, but his eyes carried the cold, calculated weight of a man who had already bartered his soul.
On the bed behind him lay his wedding band—a thick, unyielding band of black platinum.The door clicked open. Pau didn't flinch. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The heavy, deliberate footsteps belonged to only one person.
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22 Jul 2026