#joao felix fic

[purinfelix]

force of habit ♡₊˚•.

pairing: joão félix x reader (established relationship) summary: joão has a nervous habit that comes out before games, but you're just the thing to calm his nerves warnings: none!, pure fluff w/c: 1.1k (did someone say over-writing?)

a/n: aaa first ever writing post !! wrote this because i noticed joão has a tendency to bite at his nails in a lot of clips (and also just because i never ever ever stop thinking about his hands. like ever) hope you guys like it !! <3

“João.” your voice was soft, but stern as you watched your boyfriend catch your eye in confusion. 

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence at this point, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel like a total hypocrite. You had an abundance of bad habits yourself. You picked at your skin when you were stressed, struggled with waking up early and could never seem to get out of leaving things until the absolute last minute. 

And somehow, being a pro football player didn’t stop your boyfriend from falling into the same trap. He got frustrated easily, would always forget to pick up after himself, and constantly ate your leftovers in the fridge no matter how often you told him not to. But one habit seemed to bother you the most: the way he would bite his nails. 

It wasn’t the act itself that bothered you really, lord knows your habits were far more irritating. Rather it was what it signified to you - that he was worried about something, bothered or annoyed at the situation at hand - that riled you up so much. And the fact he never seemed to notice he was doing it only made it worse. 

At first, when you two had first met and still fell into being smitten with one another, you hadn’t minded it. Mostly because you’d hardly noticed it, only noticing him do it occasionally. But it was only once you started dating, and seeing each other far more often, that its seriousness became apparent. 

You could give him a thousand reasons why he should stop doing it, but you knew he would hardly care, and if he did it wouldn’t be easy for him to stop doing something that seemed like second nature, which was why you made it your mission to help him.

Or try to. 

Which was what you were doing - the two of you standing across from each other in the narrow corridor leading to the locker room. The time until his next game ticked away slowly but you had yet to break your tradition of spending time together beforehand - João always insisting you were his ‘good luck charm’, as cheesy as it sounded. 

His eyes caught yours at the sound of his name, blinking cluelessly at first. Slowly though, he caught on, retreating his hands from his mouth and mumbling a quick “sorry” as he did. You sighed. 

“It’s alright, you’re that nervous for this match, hm?” you said, stepping a little closer and pocketing the phone you were holding so that you could take both his hands in yours. He nodded, breath hitching in his throat at your sudden closeness. Even though you were a couple now (officially, hard launched, announced to the public, however, you wanted to put it), he was yet to get used to your boldness when it came to things like physical affection. 

“I’ve got to prove myself today, you know?” His hands trembled slightly as you interlaced your fingers with his, giving them a soft squeeze in an attempt to steady them. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll do good as always.” You ran your thumb across the back of his hand, turning it around to get a look at his fingernails, “And remind me to file your nails when we get home.” you added, half-jokingly, half-seriously. 

He only laughed in response, but it was a weak one that signified the remnants of some last-minute nerves. His neck whipped around as he looked up and down the hallway, legs bouncing as he did, relentlessly. You were somewhat used to watching him like this, to the point you had come to find it endearing how he tried to convince everyone around him, and even himself, that he was fine - even if everything else made it obvious he wasn’t. Not like he was ever in the wrong in doing so though, as you watched the clock on the wall tick over to just less than half an hour before the match. You know being nervous only made him play worse, so you knew you’d have to come up with some way to calm him down, and do so fast. 

“You uhm-” you hesitated for a second before letting it out like a sight, “You look really good in your kit.” 

This seemed to catch him off guard, shown by his widened eyes and the soft blush spreading across his cheeks. He leant in a little closer, towering over you upon hearing it as if daring you to say it again. Slowly, a smirk braced his face, his hands now the ones gripping yours. 

“You really think so?” He was irritating when he was like this, all cocky and suave, but it was an irritating you couldn’t ever seem to get enough of. 

“Yes, though if you ask again I might just change my mind,” you muttered, avoiding his keen eye knowing it would be difficult to let him go to his game if you did. You only turned to look down the hallway, trying your best to conceal a smirk. He let out a low chuckle at this, before craning his neck around to get a look at the clock. 

“I should probably go,” he said, but he kept his hands firmly gripped on theirs, still shaking slightly. 

“You’ll do well, don’t stress.” you assured him, smiling, “I’ll meet you after the game okay?” 

He nodded definitively, “Kiss for good luck?” he added, barely above a whisper. Thought with his eyebrows raised, brown eyes so pleading, and the feeling of his hands on yours, it was impossible for you not to give in. 

Tiptoeing to close the gap between you two, you pressed your lips to his. Almost immediately you felt his hands weave out of your grip and come up to cup your face gently, pulling you in as if silently asking for more. And it took every ounce of strength not to give in to him right there and then. 

“João! Either get a room or come on!” 

It seemed like you didn’t have to. You cursed Gavi silently under your breath as you reluctantly broke away from the kiss. 

“We’ll finish this once the games are over if I win.” He said in a rushed whisper, hands moving to catch a strand of your hair which he twirled around his finger mindlessly. 

“Mhm, once you win,” you corrected him, smile teasing as ever. You were about to turn to head back to your seat, front row, of course, João couldn’t have it any other way, before you spun around once more. Grabbing your boyfriend’s much larger hands in yours you pressed a soft kiss to his knuckle, catching him off guard for the second time that night. 

“Play good, for me okay?” you mumbled against the skin of his hand. 

“Of course, always,” he assured, pulling you in to leave one last kiss on your forehead before jogging off towards the locker room. 

Although, not before turning around to get one last look at his favourite ‘good luck charm’, completely unaware that the tremble in his hands had gone completely. 

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[neymarsangel]

Pushover - Joao Felix x reader

Joao Felix x female!reader

Summary: The anger started when Joao overheard you and Mason discussing his relationship. The brunette tells you he hates you with every fibre of his being but a run-in with your ex during a match suggests something else. After another argument, he corners you in the bathrooms at the end-of-season awards to show you his true feelings.

Warnings: Cheating (ish), smut, unprotected (please wrap before you tap it), angst, swearing

Word Count: 5.3K

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To put it plainly, Joao Felix was a pushover and it wasn’t just you who saw it, the whole Chelsea team did. Everyone had heard the rumours about him and his girlfriend, she’d cheated on him multiple times and yet he still forgave her, again and again… and again. He wasn’t exactly hard to look at either so you really couldn’t work out why he didn’t just dump her, anyone who was cheated on deserved better, especially Joao. 

Working for Chelsea’s media team meant you saw hundreds of women come and go when it came to the lads, some you missed and others you didn’t. But even if you liked the girls or you didn’t, you always supported the boys. After all, they were like family to you, a dysfunctional one sure, but a family.  

“I still can’t see why he’s with her…” Mason flashed Joao girlfriends Instagram your way. The pair of you sat at lunch together, he was busy stalking whereas you were attempting to meet a deadline. Glancing over you caught sight of his phone screen. 

“I would say money but he’s fine in that department.” You replied, not caring about those around you who might pry an ear into your words. “Maybe he’s lonely.” Your eyes never left your laptop as you continued to work. 

“Considering he spends most of his time with us I think he’s fine there.” Mason spared you a glance. 

“Any of you ever spoken to him about it?” You asked, your eyes now looking at his phone. “Maybe that’ll sway his mind.” 

“Maybe you could talk to him.” 

“Why would I do that?” 

“Maybe he needs a new woman to catch his eye.” Your eyes met Mason’s as he sent you a suggestive glance. 

“I’d rather not.” Your eyes darted back to your laptop screen. 

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t date pushovers.” As you finished speaking a sudden slam on the table caught your and his attention. Joao was standing before you his face smoothed with rage as he slumped down into the chair opposite you. His eyes burned holes into your skin as he spoke. 

“What are you working on?” He asked as if he hadn’t heard your entire conversation with Mason. 

“Just a graphic for the game against Liverpool in a few days…” Your eyes were glued to his, you wanted to rip them away from his gaze but you were stuck like a deer in headlights. 

“Hmm… are you planning to meet your ex after the game?” You nearly choked on his words. 

You’d had what those would describe as a summer fling when he was at the England camp and you’d been asked to cover some work due to having minimal at Chelsea because of the summer break. It wasn’t a relationship, you wouldn’t even consider him an ex-boyfriend more just someone you used to sleep with. Only a few of the lads knew about it, Mason and Ben being the main two you’d told after you and Trent decided a relationship wasn’t in the cards for you. 

Your glared at Mason who was now trying to hide himself behind his phone screen. “Did you tell him?” 

“It may have slipped out… but it wasn’t just me! Ben was speaking about it too!”

You pulled your eyes away from Mason to focus back on Joao. “He isn’t my ex and my love life doesn’t concern you-”

“But mine concerns you.” He had a point. Could you really tell him he had no right to question you when you and Mason were spending your lunch discussing his love life? 

“If anything we’re looking out for you.”

“By implying that I’m a pushover?” 

“Her words, not mine!” Mason raised his hands in defence. 

“Well, you do keep going back to someone whose favourite hobby is to publicly cheat on you.” You stepped in. 

“At least someone wants me enough to be in a relationship, Trent clearly didn’t want you around.” 

“Your girlfriend cheats on you if that’s what ‘wanted’ means I’d rather be alone.” 

“She does have a point.” Mason looked between the two of you. “Look mate we just want the best for you -”

“You might be she doesn’t!” Joao looked at Mason as he spoke. “Ever since I joined she’s had it out for me!”

“That isn’t true!” You defended yourself, your tone turning sour. 

“My first game and you couldn’t stop talking shit about me!”

“You got sent off in your first match meaning you couldn’t play for weeks! This season has been shit for Chelsea and the man they thought would be their knight in shining armour embarrassed them all!” 

“We all make mistakes y/n, clearly you made one with Trent. Maybe if he wanted you, you wouldn’t be moping around with an ‘embarrassing team’.” He smirked at his words, something you couldn’t believe he even had the balls to do after looking at the state of his situation. Before you could even reply Joao grabbed the last of his lunch and stormed out of the lunch hall. 

“Well…” Mason watched as Joao left. “That went well.” 

“Why did you tell him about me and Trent?” Your brow arched as you spoke to the brunette. 

“Look I’m sorry y/n, it just came out during training. You know I like to give Trent a hard time when we play after what happened between the two of you, I know you liked him too.” Mason gave you a sympathetic look as you tore your gaze away from him. 

Mason had a point, part of you did wish it had worked out with Trent. Over the summer you’d spent every single day with one another and he treated you like you were his girlfriend. He showed you off to the guys and you’d even met his family but only days after the two of you had left the England summer camp he was pictured with another girl outside a club. Any hope you had of the two of you ever picking things back up was shattered the second you saw that photo. Mason and Ben were the only two who knew your feelings towards him but little did you know the two of them had let your true feelings slip to Joao. 

—

You found yourself nearly missing the team bus to Liverpool. You clambered on just in time only to find that the only free seat was next to Joao. Everyone’s eyes drifted to you as you awkwardly wished a seat would randomly become free but your prayers were left unanswered. 

“Do you want the window seat or the aisle seat?” The brunette spoke up, slicing through the tension. 

“I- I don’t mind-” The last thing you wanted to do was to capture more attention on yourself. 

“You can have the window.” Grabbing his phone and bag he stood up, towering over you as he let you slide in next to him. You didn’t need to meet his eyes to know he was staring as you slotted yourself into the window seat. You cleared your throat as you pulled out your laptop and started to work on something to distract yourself from the situation before you.

“What are you working on?” His question caught you off guard, after what happened a few days ago you never expected him to attempt to start a conversation with you. 

“Just some plain graphics for the game.” You turned your laptop screen to him. Joao moved his head to get a better look at your work. “I leave the background blank as the photographers send us pictures throughout the game that we can put there and the numbers where the score would be are always left blank as we obviously don’t know what the score will be.” You looked over at him, your heart jumping as you realised he was already looking at you. 

“Is that what you mainly do? Graphics?” 

“Partly, I’ve filmed videos for the social media accounts, interviewed, edited, written captions, tweets, and even detailed a few apologies for some of the lads before. It’s basically a bit of everything.” You gave him a light smile. 

“How long have you been working here?”

“Started stewarding when I was eighteen and then when I was twenty I finally got a chance to work full time with the media department so a few years now.” You were beyond confused as to why he was suddenly so curious about you. “Why do you ask?” 

He shrugged his shoulders. “Just thought if I have to be stuck with you for hours on end that I might as well start a conversation rather than give you the cold shoulder for the journey.” 

“I thought you hated me?”

“I could say the same about you.” He glanced over at you before pulling out his AirPods. “Convinced you wanted me to fail-”

“I wouldn’t say fail… more hated the way you dealt with things.” 

“Well, I hated the way you spoke about me.”

“That’s fair…” You looked up at him to be met with his smirking grin. 

“Want one?” Offering you one of his AirPods with his cocky grin you took one and thanked him. He started playing music as he watched you work. The coach was quiet the most you could hear was the occasional chat from the lads and the typing of a few colleague's laptops. “Do you ever stop?” Joao asked out of the blue?” 

“It’s hard to.” You spared a glance at him. “We don’t just post things we also have to monitor comments, unfortunately, a lot of football fans believe they have the right to abuse players and discriminate against other fans that aren’t like them. Not all fans are like that though, most of them really do care about you guys.”

“You can tell.” He smiled. “I’ve never heard so many chants about different players.”

“If you like it now then imagine what it’ll be like if you guys start winning.” You smirked at him which earnt you a laugh from him. Attempting to hide a yawn you finished your work before putting it back in your bag. 

“Is that why you were late?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Did you oversleep?”

“That amongst other things.”

“Like?” 

You knew he wanted to keep the conversation going so the pair of you didn’t descend into madness during the long journey. “My cat-”

“How can a cat make you late?” He shifted in his seat so he faced you, clearly intrigued by your story. 

“Well the last thing I do before I leave is feed my cat -”

“What’s your cat called?” He asked. 

“Frank.”

“After Lampard?” His face swelled with amusement. 

“When I moved out my best friend got sick of me complaining about how much I missed my cats that lived with my parents so she decided to get me Frank and because I work for Chelsea she named him after Lampard, fitting now he’s taken over as a caretaker manager.” 

“And how did he make you late?” His smile grew. 

“As I said, the last thing I do before leaving is feed him. I was in my uniform and I was putting his food into his bowl when he jumped up and the food went all over me and well… I’m not exactly coming in smelling like tuna.” Joao couldn’t help but laugh at your words, catching the attention of Mason who was attempting to hear what the two of you were discussing. 

“Well,” He shifted in his seat again before patting his shoulder. “My shoulders here if you want it.” 

“You’d shrug me off just as I fall asleep.” You narrowed your gaze at him. 

“I’m a prick but I’m not that bad.” A small smile fell on both your lips. 

“Fine.” You didn’t want to argue, not again. 

You knew you and Mason were in the wrong discussing his relationship but he was also in the wrong when he hit back at you with comments about you and Trent but you didn’t want to dwell on what happened any longer. You let your head fall on his shoulder, you felt Joao warm to your touch as you got comfortable. Mason couldn’t believe his eyes at what he was seeing, he couldn’t help but nudge Ben several times in the ribs to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.   

Before you knew it, Joao was gently nudging you awake and the gates to the Liverpool ground were now behind you. You thanked him one last time before handing his airpod back to him. You left him with the rest of the boys as you followed the rest of your media colleagues towards the dugouts and journalism area. Everything ran smoothly despite your horrific morning, Joao was in the starting eleven which gave you the green light to use him as the main poster boy to announce the team news although you would’ve definitely picked Reece James if he wasn’t so nice to you. 

In the Liverpool line-up was Trent but that didn’t surprise you. When the teams came out of the tunnel for the match Trent looked up to the journalism area. His eyes met yours and sent you a wink and a smirk, an expression that caught the attention of Joao. He knew how you felt towards Trent after the England Camp and he knew his expression was just a way to get to you after the press continued to pit Chelsea and Liverpool against one another after their horrific seasons. 

The first half had ended goalless, Chelsea had a few decent chances, especially Joao but he was yet to get the ball in the back of the net. Within ten minutes of the second half, you watched Joao say something to Trent which had clearly rilled the scouser up. Trent shoved Joao and he quickly retaliated, shoving him back and shouting back at the man in red. The referee quickly ran up to the two of them whilst their teammates pulled them apart. They both received a yellow card and the game resumed.

You watched Joao carefully, wanting to tell him to lay off Trent because knowing his luck he’ll end up getting another yellow which will lead to a red. As if he could read your mind Joao eyed as Trent was given the ball, without thinking Joao threw himself at the lad, studs up causing Trent to fall to the ground in pain. Joao got up and yelled something at him as he clutched his ankle in pain. He stormed off, he knew it would be straight red. Liverpool fans booed and screamed at the Chelsea boy. The travelling Chelsea fans couldn’t believe what they’d seen, two red cards and he hadn’t even played a full season. 

Joao stormed down the tunnel and threw the door of the changing rooms open before slumping down on the bench where his stuff lay. You excused yourself from the media spot before jogging down to the changing rooms after Joao. You opened the door to see him throwing his boots across the floor. His eyes met yours as you walked into the room. 

“Haven’t you got graphics to make? Posts to make about me getting a red -”

“Why did you do that?”

“Do what? Get a red or put that prick in his place?” He huffed before continuing. “I saw the way he looked at you when we came through the tunnel. He was being a prick, Mason told me -” 

“What did Mason tell you?” You snapped, your eyes glaring at the man. 

“He told me you liked him and he treated you like you were his girlfriend then after deciding he didn’t want you he ran off with another girl.” 

“I’ll kill him-”

“It’s not his fault, I asked what had happened. I shouldn’t have pressed him but I did.” 

“Well, maybe Mason should keep his mouth shut.” Your eyes were still fixed on his. “And you should too, what did you say to him?” 

“I didn’t say anything to him.”

“Don’t lie to me Joao, I saw you said something to him when you two got your first yellow cards.”

“It was nothing -”

“What did you say to him?” Your voice grew louder. “Joao-” 

“I told him I was glad he didn’t want you because if he stayed with you then I wouldn’t get to hear you moaning around me every night.” He looked proud yet embarrassed at his words. He knew it would rial Trent up but he also knew a cheap joke at your expense would also piss you off. 

“You’re not fucking serious.” 

“y/n I’m sorry I -”

“Look I know I was a dickhead to you a few days ago but I was still right, you are a pushover, you even let Trent push you around all because he looked at me?” You stepped closer to him. “How did you ever make it professional when someone who looks at me pisses you off?”

“He made you uncomfortable, I wasn’t going to let it slide.”

“If it made you that annoyed you couldn’ve dealt with it off the pitch. The fans don’t deserve this and neither do the rest of the lads, it’s not fair!” You took a deep breath. “Why the sudden need to be a hero? I don’t need you to fight for me and make up something that would never happen between us -”

“You know all I was trying to do was to be nice!” He stood up and walked over to you, his breath on your face and his voice raising in aggression. “Most people would thank me for what I did.” He looked down at you. “You really think that wouldn’t happen between us either?” He now smirked at you, his hand reaching up to tuck some hair behind your ear. “I could have you underneath me in a heartbeat.”

“I’d thank you if you didn’t get sent off or made some shitty cheap joke about me! And if you ever think I’d even go near you like that you are very much mistaken!” 

“Yeah, we’ll see.” He ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath. “I get it but you aren’t perfect too!”

“I never claimed to be!”

“You sure act it, judging everyone else's relationships but god forbid someone makes a comment about yours!”

“We were never in a relationship!”

“I can see why…” He snapped, turning his back towards you as he threw his shirt over his head and discarded his shirt. You might have wanted to slap him back down to earth but you couldn’t help but spare a glance at him. How his girlfriend cheated on him you’d never know, the man was gorgeous. 

—

Ever since yours and Joao’s dispute you’d hardly spoken to him unless you had to conduct an interview for Chelsea’s social media pages. Tonight was the end of the season awards and just like every single year you were attending. You made sure to match your dress to the exact shade of the Chelsea shirt. Your hair and make-up were done to perfection as you walked through the halls towards one of the lounges which was decorated with a million shades of blue and shades of silver and gold. Every year the hospitality team always outdone themselves and this year was no different. 

Mason greeted you with open arms and so did his family. Most of the boys bought their family or partners along however one player was completely on his own and that was Joao. He was sat on one of the tables opposite you, his eyes were fixed on you but his expression was hard to read. Was he pissed off? Was he apologetic? You weren’t sure but one thing was for certain, he wouldn’t look away. 

The night seemed to drag on, awards after awards were being dished out, some for credible achievements such as top goal scorer and others for more interesting achievements such as most pints downed after a win. You sat alongside Mason and his family when the awards ended. Music filled the lounge as everyone continued to socialise and drink the night away. You excused yourself from the table, getting sick of Joao watching you, you headed to the bathrooms to touch up your make-up but you didn’t realise someone was following you. 

“You look beautiful.” The familiar sound of Joao’s voice made you jump. He was leaning against the wall of the bathrooms, his eyes raking over your body. 

Joao regretted everything he’d said to you that day against Liverpool. The pair of you had spent many hours with one another in the media rooms, creating content for Chelsea and although you didn’t get off brilliantly due to his red card on his debut, he could tell you only wanted the best for everyone at the club, no matter if they were a player or simply cleaning staff. He’d come to his sense on the way to the Liverpool game that you were right about his relationship. Hearing your stories about your work and even your cat named after Frank made him think, perhaps that was the real reason why he went for Trent. 

“You know this is the women’s bathroom.” 

“I’m aware.” He pushed himself off the wall and walked over to you. “But my point still stands.”

“Thank you.” 

“Can we talk?”

“In the women’s bathroom?”

“No time like the present.” He smirked. You were still facing the mirror and Joao was standing behind you, looking at you through the mirror. “I’m sorry for what I did.” 

Huffing at his words you met his eyes briefly if the pair of you didn’t talk now the issue would never be resolved and if Joao wasn’t to sign permanently then you knew you’d never forgive yourself for the way the two of you ended things. “I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have called you a pushover.”

“But, I’m not sorry for what I said and did to Trent.” His hands snaked around your waist as he spoke. “Or for what I said about you.”

“Which part?” You set your lipgloss down, doing your best to pretend that you couldn’t feel his breath on your neck and his touch on your hips. “The part about me having you.”

“In your dreams.” You tried to step away but that would only push you closer to him. His grip tightened on your hips whilst his lips ghosted your neck. “You have a girlfriend-”

“No, I don’t.” He kissed your neck bore he spun you around to face him. “Why did you think I turned up alone?” 

“Why?”

“Well… you may have been right besides… the ‘pushover’ has had someone else on his mind recently...”  

Joao didn’t hesitate, his lips met yours, one hand cupped your cheek whilst the other went down to your thigh, pushing your dress to the side and allowed his hand to travel along your skin. You hesitated for a second before kissing him back. You couldn’t lie to yourself that Joao was hot, he was beautiful and if this was the way the two of you would make up then well… it was worth getting into a fight with him. 

Your hands went to his hair, tugging on the strands as he allowed his hand to travel higher up your leg. “God you’re perfect.” His lips now travelled down your exposed neck, gently tugging on your skin as his grip on your leg tightened. 

“You ruined my lipgloss.” You pouted as Joao pulled back to smirk at you. 

“You’re lucky we’re in the stadium otherwise I would ruin more than your lipgloss.” His lips met yours once again. He tugged on your bottom lip, making you moan as he pulled the zip of your dress down. Jumping at the sudden gush of cold air against your back he smirked into the kiss before letting his warm hands trail down your back as he peeled the dress from your body. He let the front of it pool around your waist. 

Your hands moved from his hair to his suit jacket, pushing it off his shoulders before grabbing his tie and pulling him back into a kiss. He lightly moaned as your nails raked across his white shirt. Joao’s hands went to your bra, unclasping it within seconds. He pulled away from the kiss as his hands cupped your boobs. “We should’ve argued sooner.” 

Smiling at his words you watched as he took your nipple in his mouth whilst grabbing the other with his free hand. “Fuck…” You moaned, your legs parting so he could get closer to you. Your bliss was cut short when he moved away. His hands hooked themselves around the backs of your thighs. 

“Jump.” He instructed you. Without hesitation, you jumped into his arms and he placed you on the bathroom counter. “Good girl.” His hands went to his own shirt, undoing the buttons so your hands could now trace his skin. Your nails raked his skin as Joao let his hands run up to your underwear.

“You do know someone could walk in right?” You spoke with a heavy breath. 

“And?” He kissed you again. “Keep quiet and they won’t.”

“You don’t know that-”

“y/n… shut up and trust me.”

“Make me.” You teased but he didn’t need to be told twice. Joao moved your dress aside so he could see your underwear. Pushing your underwear aside he let his fingers tease your clit. The light touches sent butterflies through your stomach as Joao started to add pressure. Your head fell back at his movements. “Please…” You moaned as Joao watched you come undone around him. Leaving your clit he moved towards your entrance. Joao slowly pushed two fingers inside of you which earnt a sudden moan from you. 

“I was right…” He breathed out, his hand pulling your face to look at him whilst he quickened his pace. “Your moans are beautiful.” Whilst his fingers fucked you his thumb went to your clit and started to bring you closer to your high. 

“Fuck you.” You breathed out. 

“Think I’m the one doing that love.” 

You could feel his hard-on against your thigh which only made you wetter against his touch. Joao could feel you getting closer, your moans continued to grow louder as he quickened his pace. “You look so gorgeous about to come around me…”

“Please Joao… please…” You whined at his actions, your nails leaving red marks across his skin. 

“Please what?” He taunted. 

“Please let me come.” 

“Yeah?” His lips ghosted yours as he kept adding pressure. “Come for me then.” He pressed his lips back onto yours as you came. You moaned into the kiss, your grip on his skin leaving darker marks which you knew wouldn’t fade for a while. “Such a good girl for me.” He kissed you before moving his fingers to his mouth so he could taste you. He savoured the moment before he quickly unbuckled his belt and allowed his cock to spring out. 

He pumped his cock a few times whilst his free hand went to your face, his thumb traced across your bottom lip before he spoke. “As much as I want your mouth around me right now… I need to fuck you.” 

He let his thumb fall into your mouth as he lined himself up and slowly pushed himself inside of you. Your face scrunched up at his size slowly pushing inside of you. Joao cupped your face whilst his free hand gripped your hip. “Is it too much?” He asked. 

“No… just go slowly.”

Joao kissed you gently. “Of course my love.” Your heart fluttered at his nickname but that feeling soon spread to your stomach when you felt Joao pull out and thrust back inside. “You feel so good.” His head fell against yours, your lips ghosting one another as he repeated his actions. Feeling used to his size you allowed your leg to hook around his waist and pull him deeper into you. 

“Faster…” You moaned in his ear. He didn’t need to be told twice. Pulling out he quickly slammed his hips back into yours and started to move at a quicker pace. “Fuck Joao…”

“My name sounds so pretty falling from your lips…” He moaned in your ear as he continued going faster. The pair of you knew that if it wasn't for the music in the lounge then everyone would have heard you. His fingers go back down to your clit and he quickly started to apply pressure to the bud. Your hands gripped onto the back of his neck, pulling him into a moaning kiss as he continued to fuck you faster. 

Pulling away from the kiss Joao pulled out completely before pulling you off of the counter. With one last kiss on your lips, he spun you around so you were facing the mirror and bent you over. With a harsh smack to your ass, he quickly pulled your dress back up and around your hips before kicking your legs apart. Grabbing a fistful of your hair he forced you to look at yourself in the mirror. 

“He could never fuck you as good as I can… could he?” He was evidently referring to Trent but your mind was too clouded with pleasure to even care. Joao lined himself up again, slowly letting the lip tease you. He couldn’t suppress the moan that fell from his lips at your wetness leaking onto him, he was so close but he wanted you for as long as he could. “Could he?” He repeated again. 

“No…” You moaned out, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck you again. 

“Who fucks you this good?” He quickly slammed himself inside of you again, tugging on your hair so that you were leaning closer to him. 

“You do…” You whispered. 

Joao pulled out before slamming back in. “I can’t hear you…” He taunted you with his slow movements. 

“You do Joao fuck!” You screamed as he started to fuck you again. His pace quickened as he pulled you against his chest, fucking you as faster. His hands reached around to play with your clit which only added to your pleasure. You started to grind back onto his cock as he slammed back inside of you. You could feel him stiffen inside of you which indicated he was close. 

“Joao I’m gonna come…” You let your head fall as you felt your stomach tighten. 

“Yeah? Come then baby… come all over my cock…” 

You couldn’t hold back for much longer, you felt your high wash over you and that was all you needed for Joao to finish inside of you. He pulled you closer to him as he finished, his groans filling your ear as the two of you slowly came down from your high. 

“So good for me.” He kissed your head as he slowly pulled out. He quickly got himself cleaned up before he helped you back into your clothes so you looked presentable to head back out to the party. “Beautiful.” He kissed your lips one last time. “I’ll head back out now, wait for a second and then follow me out. Just in case.” He turned on his heel but you called out to him before he left. 

“Joao?” He turned to meet your gaze. “Who was the other person on your mind?” 

He smiled at your words before replying. “Turn around and you’ll see her.” 

If you turned around you’d be met with a mirror, and you were the only one in the bathroom. 

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[chlerc]

back in barcelona ; joão félix

— summary; catching her in the stands while he’s playing for barcelona is certainly not the way he thought he’d ever see her again.

pairing — joao felix x old-friends-actress!f. reader ( third person story )

social media au + 1085.

content — old friends, she studied in joao’s school but moved back to barcelona and they were only mutuals on instagram but never talked. joao pinned over her.

NAVIGATION + author’s note: back in chicago trend but make it back in barcelona cause you can never take the man out of the barcelona girl!!!

song rec for this fic — end of beginning!!

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ynusername did you miss me, Viseu?

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itsnicolewallace I MISS YOU, regresa a mí!!! (come back to me)

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ynusername @gabrielxoguevaraa halagándome guapo (flattering me, handsome)

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ynusername @hugofelix18 saia do aplicativo 🤦🏻‍♀️ (get off the app)

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ynusername THE LAST TIME ON SET!!! Super excited for this to go out on @netflixes soon, catch Through My Window coming up. Really really love this one, please look forward to it 🤍

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juliopfernandez por favor espera #ATravésDeTuMirada!!! (please look forward to Through My Window)

carlitosalcarazz Le conté a mi mamá sobre nosotros 😉 (I told my mum about us)

ynusername @carlitosalcarazz sin habla 🤦🏻‍♀️ (speechless)

siramartinezc Eres tan bonita te quiero tan mala (you’re so pretty I want you so bad)

hugofelix18 legal, vou dizer ao meu irmão para assistir (Nice, will tell my brother to watch it)

ynusername @hugofelix18 HUGOOOO, ir para a cama 😠 (go to bed)

joaofelix79 @hugofelix18 você está cheio de merda, o que você está fazendo e dizendo aqui? (You’re full of shit, what are you doing and saying here?)

gqportugal 🤩🤩🤩

gqspain ¡nuestra princesa! (Our princess)

IT COULD HAVE BEEN the lack of sleep catching up on him from yesterday but he swore he wasn’t seeing things. Amidst the sea of faces in the crowd, his gaze kept drifting to a familiar figure seated near the team’s bench where he stood nearby taking a quick gulp of water.

There she was, with her eyes the colour of earth kissed by spring rains, the hue that promises to stir life from dormant seeds, the nascent plants guided upward by the light before blossoming into the vibrant colours of a new season. Her hair was the brown of aged mahogany, rich and deep, yet with the subtle hues only time brings. Those strands that he was too familiar with, staring at the back of her head back in the days whilst she sat in front of him in classes.

She was a constant presence in his thoughts, a captivating enigma he couldn't shake off. Her laughter echoed in his mind when the lights dimmed in his bedroom, her smile a beacon of warmth that drew him in. But here, in the midst of the pulsating stadium, João couldn't believe his eyes. Was it truly her?

Throughout the match, João’s mind oscillated between the thrill of the game and the enigmatic presence of her. His concentration wavered, his thoughts drifting to moments shared and conversations unspoken. With each passing minute, the field seemed to blur, his focus slipping away like sand through his fingers.

But duty called and he pushed aside the distractions, channeling his energy into the game, his every touch eliciting roars of approval from the crowd for those seventy three minutes he played. He thanked his lucky stars and the coach for subbing him off early today, finding himself a seat within her distance. João’s neck awkwardly craned and turned just to catch a glimpse of her, her eyes everywhere but on him.

And when he catches her eyes before he could realise he was staring, his breathing becomes harder, the pensive look on him melting into a smile as soft as the morning light. His body squirms just a little as his muscles relax but he just threw a thumbs up her way, acting as if everything was fine. There was something about that gaze of her he’ll never find in another woman.

As the final whistle blew and Barcelona emerged victorious, João’s heart raced with adrenaline and triumph. But amidst the celebrations, a lingering doubt gnawed at him. Should he have approached her? But it was probably her lookalike, the last he checked her Instagram, she was still on set and busy. At the end of the day, he knew deep in every nook and crevice of his heart that it was probably her and he was just lying to himself, no mistakes on recognising the girl he secretly pinned after in highschool.

There would be other matches, other moments. For now, João embraced the euphoria of victory, knowing that somewhere amidst the chaos of the stadium, she lingered, a silent specter in the tapestry of his dreams. He made a mental note of checking her Instagram later tonight and stop his brother from commenting outrageous comments about himself.

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ynusername back in barcelona, i feel it 🤍

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judebellingham wrong place bruv, thought we talked about this before?

ynusername @judebellingham literally born in barcelona before i went to UK and befriend you whilst on shoot??? the ego, jude…

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ynusername @ksi this is not the football team you sponsored mate????

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ynusername off season for me but always cheering my number 1 and childhood team on with Laila! ps ksi this is the team you sponsor.

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ksi #DRINKPRIME

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ynusername @judebellingham thought someone didn’t wanna talk to me 😒

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ferrantorres Bienvenido de vuelta amiga, gracias por venir! (Welcome back home friend, thanks for coming by!)

ynusername @ferrantorres no hay problema chico tiburón 👉🦈 (no problem shark boy)

itsnicolewallace Dijiste que me llamarías cuando hayas vuelto a España, mentirosa (you said you'd call me when you're back in spain, liar)

ynusername @itsnicolewallace ¡Te iba a sorprender! (I was going to surprise you)

The last time he was playing in the stadium and on the pitch was when she was here. And she literally was here after her two recent posts on her social media platform accounts. And he was right, João would never recognise the wrong woman, not when he memorised every bit and parts of her before she left Viseu.

In the velvet night, the shining light of the stadium shone upon her, illuminating each and every feature of her. João legs unable to carry himself forward, entranced by her with his match jersey in one hand and a towel in the other. There she was looking right at him, dead in his eyes whilst a small grin plastered across her face.

“You’re staring at her like you love her.” Ferran nudges him by his shoulder, a small hint of banter evident in his voice. “She’s your friend though, isn’t she?” João questions, his once agape jaw now capable of finding words to speak, arms hanging around Ferran’s shoulders as they walk towards where she was.

“Yeah but we aren’t that close like you are with her.” Ferran shrugs nonchalantly, removing João’s arm around his shoulder before patting João on the back and pushing him towards her before running into the tunnel. “Good luck, I know you can do it.” He heard the whispers of Ferran before actually processing what happened.

“Long time no see and talk, great goal today Floki.” She rubbed his shoulders, calling him by his nickname she had for him in school. She was the whole entire point of naming his own dog Floki, just to have the simplest and smallest yet memorable thing of her by his side.

His palms turned sweaty at the moment, nibbling at the lower lip of his and he swore he could hear his heart palpitating against his chest, yearning to be freed from the tightness within him. “Thanks, it’s so good to see you after all these years. You still look gorgeous.”

Her eyes curved into crescents, his favourite thing about her. “Really, you think so?” Her fingers are linked together while she fiddles with them, swaying her body a little from side to side. “I don’t think so, I am sure. Anyways, what brings you here?”

“You, I heard you have been loaned to Barcelona for the season and I thought to just drop by some matches to watch you while cheering for the team.” She turns João around, pushing him to walk into the tunnel while she follows behind. He didn’t know how to reply, losing all capability of talking when he couldn’t find the right words without messing it up and showing his anxiousness.

“That’s good, I was hoping to catch you in Barcelona when I saw your Instagram post. I mean not that I follow up on it but nevermind, I’m not explaining myself clearly.” He waved his hand in the air, a sign for her to shrug the conversation and whatever he just said off.

“It’s okay I miss you too João, you can just admit it.”

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ynusername Floki & Laila’s papa and mama reunion

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judebellingham uh, Floki as in João Félix’s sausage dog? 🤔

ynusername @judebellingham RUDE! You’re calling Laila a sausage too? You’re calling her fat? BLOCKED.

judebellingham @ynusername YOU’RE PUTTING WORDS INTO MY MOUTH. SAUSAGE DOGS ARE CUTE IS WHAT I MEANT.

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joaofelix79 Laila and Floki’s mama 🤍

ynusername @joaofelix79 you too papa!

ferrantorres 😆😆😆

livenolaughnolife TWO DACHSHUND OMGGG EVEN MATCHING DOGS

barcawag.planet This is literally so unexpected and cute

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joaofelix79 Laila’s mama but myself and Floki’s new mama now 😉

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pablogavi 👏👏

andr34daurent bros pulling 10s on and off pitches

marcguiu9 lindo hermano (nice one brother)

forblaugrana 10/10

ynusername my favourite dog papa 🤍

joaofelix79 @ynusername & my favourite mama

blaugranaplanet ustedes dos son muy lindos juntos, se complementan bien (you two are really cute together, complement each other well)

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fcbarcelona Floki’s Star papa & Princess mama!

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[httpsdana]

Hey!!! I absolutely adore your writing, you're so talented!!!!

Can I request a joao felix fic where he and the reader are friends but he's in love with her? Maybe he doesn't tell her until he sees she's getting the attention of other guys and fears he's losing her and stuff. Like the prompt 70 on your list <333

Ps. You're like my fav writer here I hope you have a great day ❤️

Scared~João Felix

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

thank you so much for the feedback.thats super cute <3 I hope you enjoy this one <3

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

70-"you really love her don't you?"

It was almost too obvious for everyone that João was in love with y/n. To everyone but her. A lot of his friends have tried to get him to confess, convincing him that she shares the sad feeligs as him, but he was too scared to do that.

They met through mutual friends. y/n was a close friend to almost everyone on the Portuguese National Team. João and y/n specifically met in 2019, after Portugal won the UEFA Nations League, in the after party. They seemed to click immediately and have been close friends ever since. but João couldn't help but feel something more for her, hoping she would feel the sane but also afraid to ask her about her own feelings

The team had a reunion after the 2022/2023 season was over. Training together for some friendly matches against other teams.

y/n thought she'd pay them a visit at one of their training sessions. As soon as she stepped on the field, her eyes met João's. He smiled widely at her, his face lighting up as soon as she smiled back at him. He was about to walk up to her before someone beat him to it. That someone being Ruben Dias. Someone João would never admit to anyone that he is jealous of.

y/n's eyes averted from João when someone stood in front of her. She looked up and saw Ruben, one of her closest friends aside from João.

"Ruben! I missed you" she hugged him tightly, him doing the same thing back

"I missed you more angel" he said into her hair.

She laughed at the nickname, only making him smirk back

"to what do I owe the visit? you suddenly remembered you knew a Portuguese football team?" he joked, making her laugh, her eyes averting to João for a spilt second, noticing his gaze at them, before she looked back at Ruben

Ruben glanced back at where she was looking, only to see João glaring at him.

"ohh you came to see your boy" Ruben smirked making y/n snap her eyes towards his with burning cheeks

"my boy? we're just friends" she shrugged her shoulders, avoiding Ruben's intense gaze on her

João was wondering why y/n was blushing so hard. What has Ruben said that made her that shy? He felt a knot forming in his stomach. What if she ends up dating Ruben and forgets about him? What if he never gets to see her again because Ruben wouldn't allow that? What if he ends up losing her forever?

He didn't want that. Not now not ever.

He hasn't realized he was still staring at her until Bernardo Silva came and nudged his shoulder

"stop staring João" he said, making João turn his eyes away from the girl.

"I'm not staring" he mumbled under his breath, playing with the ball between his legs

"oh you so are. tell me what's with the frown" Bernardo insisted, making João let out a sigh

"its just...y/n seems to really enjoy Ruben's company. And I'm just scared that she might forget about me if she starts dating him. I mean I know he's better looking and older and stronger or whatever but I just...I don't want to lose her" he confessed, his eyes being fixed on y/n the whole time.

Meanwhile, Bernardo was looking at João with a smile on his face

"you really love her don't you?" he said, smiling as if he's the one in love

João's cheeks only turned red in respone, nodding his head slightly

"yeah I do" he mumbled, looking up at y/n, only to see her looking back at him. She smiled and waved, before she atrted walking to him

João started to panic not knowing what to do.

"don't panic. Just tell her you love her and everything will be fine" Bernardo tapped his shoulder before walking away

"hey João. how are you handsome?" she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck. He hugged her back tightly, before they both pulled away

She was about to say something, but was interrupted by João

"I love you" he blurted out, and the look in his eyes told y/n he wasnt just saying that as friends

y/n stood there in shock before she was able to talk

"you do?" she asked, still in shock

"yes. and seeing you with Ruben earlier, all red and blushing made me realize how much I love you and don't want to lose you" he confessed, feeling a weight shift off of his shoulder

"you're such a dumbass. the only reason I was all red was because Ruben called you 'my boy' and that I only came here to see, but between us, you are the reason I came here to day. and I love you too you idiot" she said, making him grin widely

He hugged her tightly again, before pulling away and quickly attaching his lips to hers. Before she had the chance to kiss back, João pulled away and ran to Bernardo, just to tell him what he did.

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[cieloclercs]

𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 | joão félix

request by: @joaofelix101199 “where The reader discovers she is pregnant but does not know how to tell Joao.”

pairings: joão félix x reader warnings: pregnancy (obviously) mentions of morning sickness, probably incorrect depictions of an ultrasound, tinyyy bit of angst, fluff!!! word count: ~3k

IT TOOK THE symptoms practically being dangled in front of your face by a piece of string for you to finally realise. What you had originally brushed off as just a stomach bug turned out to be far more consequential than that; more than you could even comprehend when you first saw the results, staring back up at you from where you sat on the bathroom floor. You’d been watching a Netflix series when the thought first occurred to you – though now you can’t even remember what programme it was. You’d barely even been paying attention. Then one of the characters listing off all the symptoms, the symptoms you had been experiencing for weeks now, made your head snap up in alarm. It couldn’t be, could it? There was no way you could be pregnant…

But staring at the test in your hands now, the harsh reality of it all hit you like a truck. Positive. Two clear lines burned into your memory, so that every time you closed your eyes you could see them – as if they were taunting you. You were pregnant.

It should have been the happiest day of your life. Growing up, you’d always imagined it differently to this. You’d sprint out of the bathroom, tears overflowing with your eyes as you ran to your lover to wave the positive test under his nose. He’d laugh and tell you to slow down, because your excitement meant he couldn’t even see what you were showing him. Then he’d fall quiet. He’d stand there for a moment, blinking down at the two lines as if he thought with the next one they might disappear; trying to figure out if this was real or a dream. It’s real, you’d say. We’re having a baby.

It was supposed to be perfect. But instead you found yourself with your knees drawn up to your chest and your back against the bath tub, fighting to keep your breathing even. This wasn’t joy you were feeling – this was fear; fear of being given such a responsibility, such a duty to look after another human being inside you for nine months (and then for the rest of your life); fear of what it could mean for you and your future, which had been so carefully planned out until now. But most of all, fear of how the father was going to react.

It wasn’t as if you and João hadn’t talked about having children before. You’d been together for almost three years, sharing a home for two of them, so the conversation was bound to crop up at some point. His stance had always been the same. He wanted them in the future, but he was focussed on his career. You got the sense a baby would throw him for a loop he didn’t really need right now, especially given the uncertain nature of his current footballing life. Issues at Atlético had caused your lives to be thrown up in the air, as suddenly you were packing for London as João made the surprise loan move to Chelsea. Then, just as abruptly, you were due to be on the move again, bound for whatever club he would end up at next – which even he didn’t know at the moment. The situation was already difficult enough without throwing a baby into the mix.

God, would it ruin everything? You wondered anxiously. Everything we’ve worked so hard for?

For the first few days after finding out about your pregnancy, you kept quiet. João was in an especially good mood – he doted on you constantly, always wanting to be near so he could wrap an arm around your waist or press a soft kiss to your temple. You didn’t want to ruin his perfect, ignorant bliss. Instead of him accompanying you to your first ultra sound appointment, you took your best friend. You knew she wouldn’t tell him – she’d been your confidant for just as long as he’d been your boyfriend. But that didn’t mean she kept quiet about her opinions.

“You know he’d be thrilled, right?” she grumbled on the way to the appointment, and then again as they sat in the waiting room, “I don’t understand why you won’t just tell him. What’s he gonna do, kick you out? The man’s obsessed with you, he wouldn’t even last a day.”

You shot her a warning look which, for the moment, was enough to shut her up.

“So today we’ll just be performing an abdominal scan to confirm your pregnancy.” The doctor you’d booked for your ultrasound, a Doctor Hernandéz, you believe she said her name was, smiled warmly at you as you sat uncomfortably on the hospital bed, “And to check that everything is in order with the baby, of course. Don’t worry, it’s just standard procedure.” She assured you kindly at the brief look of panic that flashed across your face.

You relaxed a little bit when Doctor Hernandéz instructed you to lay down on the bed, and began to rub the ultrasound gel into your stomach. It was cold, but surprisingly soothing. You let yourself drift off with your thoughts as the machine next to you booted up. They all resided on João, unsurprisingly. How was he going to take the news? And perhaps even more importantly, how were you going to tell him? That was probably the thing that was worrying you the most, especially given that at the current moment, just thinking about it made you want to throw up. But then again, that could have just been the pregnancy symptoms talking.

You were wrenched out of your thoughts as the sound of steady beeping filled the room. It took you a moment to understand what it actually was – a heartbeat. Your baby’s heartbeat. Your head snapped upwards to stare at the screen of the ultrasound machine. And there it was. Almost indecipherable in black and white at first, but somehow you knew. It was your baby. You’d never seen anything more beautiful in your life, even if it looked like no more than a smudge on the screen. Your eyes welled up with tears.

“Good news!” Doctor Hernandéz exclaimed happily, “You have a strong, healthy baby. Congrats, mamá!”

Mamá. God, that sounded so good.

“Oh, mi amor, I’m so happy for you!” your best friend blubbered from her seat beside the hospital bed. It seemed she was even more emotional than you were, “You’re going to be the best mom, I know it.”

You giggled, before turning back to gaze fondly at the screen in front of you. This was the joy you’d always dreamed of feeling. In this moment, everything was perfect. You only wished João was here to experience it with you.

“No Mr Y/L/N with you today?” Doctor Hernandéz asked casually, smiling at both you and your best friend as she clutched on to your outstretched hand tightly.

“Uh, no.” you said nervously, “He doesn’t know yet. I wanted to be sure before I tell him.” you explained, “Oh, and it’s Mr Félix, actually.” You added as an afterthought. Beside you, your best friend was smirking.

Doctor Hernandéz nodded in understanding, “Well, if you want a way to tell him, I can get a picture of the ultrasound printed out for you?”

Your face lit up. You’d never agreed to something so fast in your life.

“So how are you going to do it?” your best friend asked as she drove you back to yours and João’s apartment.

“I was thinking maybe I’d put it in a box with the pregnancy test…and maybe some baby clothes?” you thought aloud, “But make it look pretty, you know. I could give it to him a couple of days before he goes on international break.”

Your best friend hummed. She seemed to be lost in thought, almost glaring at the road in front of her. Then, all of a sudden, the lines in her forehead cleared, and she let out a gasp so loud you jumped.

“I’ve got it! You could get a custom-made Portugal shirt – baby sized, obviously – with his number on the back, but change the name to daddy!” she exclaimed excitedly, practically bouncing around in the driver’s seat with all the energy her sudden revelation had given her. You looked to her with just as much excitement in your wide, shining eyes.

“You’re a genius.”

And so within a couple of days the plan was set. You’d managed to get the shirt order fast-tracked, luckily, and had somehow hidden it from João when the package arrived. Although having said that, he was used to your orders coming in at least every other week, so he didn’t even bat an eyelid. Unbeknownst to him, you were gathering both the items for your surprise and your courage whilst he remained as clueless as ever.

When the time came, just under a week before he was due to fly out with the Portugal team for Euros qualifiers, your nerves finally kicked in. You’d planned everything out to the nth degree, so you knew nothing could go wrong. Dinner was ready to serve, with all of his favourite foods, and your little box was tucked away in one of the unused drawers of your kitchen unit. You’d put everything you needed inside. It was the perfect plan. But still you couldn’t fight the urge to throw up – and it definitely wasn’t the morning sickness this time.

“You’re treating me well tonight, baby.” João said with a chuckle when you sat down for dinner, immediately taking your hand into his across the table, “What have I done to deserve this?”

His soothing words and soft voice relaxed you a little. But the uneasy feeling in your stomach never fully went away.

“Nothing in particular. Just wanted to treat you.” you trailed off for a moment, biting down anxiously on your lower lip, “I’ve got a surprise for you later.” You said, flashing him your best mysterious look. João sat up straighter, his eyes already widening in intrigue.

“What? A surprise? What is it –“

“Eat your food and then I’ll tell you.” you told him firmly, pushing down the urge to smile when he pouted, looking so adorable you just wanted to reach across the table and kiss every inch of his face. But that could wait until later. You had a job to do first.

João’s good mood continued all the way through dinner, and you could only pray it stayed that way for your announcement. He was always finding away to be near to you somehow, to touch you; a hand on your knee under the table, the other one laced with yours over it. He told you repeatedly how good the food was, not even bothering to wait until was mouth was empty, so you hand to swat his hand slightly and remind him of his manners. He’d simply shoot you a grin, the one he knew made you weak at the knees. It occurred to you then, if it hadn’t before, that there was no one else on earth you’d rather do this with. You may have dreamed of having a baby when you were younger, but you know now that you would never want it unless it was with João. He was your other half. You couldn’t quite believe it was actually happening – you were going to have a baby.

“Are you ok, amor?” João asked, noticing your glassy eyes as you zoned out, staring down at the table cloth. You offered him a weak smile and a nod. It was now or never. You couldn’t wait anymore.

“I think it’s time for your surprise.” you told him, voice wobbling ever so slightly. Though, if he noticed, he didn’t say anything, simply sitting up straighter in his seat with his ears all but pricked up in excitement.

When you stood up, giggling a little in spite of yourself at his giddiness, he made a move to follow you. A firm hand on his shoulder forced him back down into his seat again, and he pouted.

“Wait there and close your eyes.” you told him. His mouth opened to protest, but you shot him a deadly look, and he soon obeyed. Your hands shook as you walked slowly over to the cupboard. A small rush of relief surged through your body to see the box there, exactly where you had left it. This was it. No turning back now. Your mind played through every scenario you’d ever imagined of this moment, praying that the reality would outshine all of them. Before you knew it, you were pulling him to his feet and handing him the box. João’s eyes flew open. He looked down, brows furrowing in confusion.

“A box?” he murmured.

“Yes. Open it.” you told him impatiently. João’s eyes flickered briefly with amusement, before you saw them fall to the box, concentrating hard as he slowly lifted the lid. You watched intently, searching his pretty brown irises for the smallest flicker of emotion. At first, there was nothing. Then, flashes of confusion. They darted between each item inside the box, flitting over the shirt, with ‘Papai’ written on the back, to the ultrasound images, and then to the test. You bit your lip anxiously. This was the longest few seconds of your entire life, you thought.

Then, just when you could scarcely take it anymore, it finally clicked. João’s head snapped up to look at you so fast it was a wonder he didn’t give himself whiplash. His eyes were alight with emotion, and brimming with tears – joy, pride, a virtual myriad of anything and everything that you had ever hoped to see in him when he opened that box. Your own eyes soon began to overflow.

“Is this – Is this real?” he croaked. You brought a hand to your mouth to cover the sobs threatening to spill out, and nodded.

“We’re having a baby.” João whispered, so quietly you almost missed it. He stared down at the contents of the box in complete and utter awe. You watched as his finger traced the outline of the ultrasound picture tenderly. His eyes were wide and shining, and he kept blinking, as though he feared the imagine in front of him would disappear with the next one. Then his head snapped up again. Before you even knew what was happening, his arms were around you, lifting you up from the ground and spinning you in a circle. You shrieked loudly, holding onto his shoulders for dear life.

“We’re having a baby! We’re having a baby!” he repeated over and over again like a mantra. As soon as your feet touched the ground again, his lips were on yours, kissing you with a ferocity and desperation you’d never experienced before. Your hands found their home in his hair, and you smiled. Pulling away, your foreheads rested together. It was perfect, every single last second of it. You weren’t even sure why you’d been so afraid in the first place.

“How long have you known?” he asked in a murmur.

“Not long.” You whispered back, “About a week. Just long enough to organise this surprise.” you giggled, and he kissed you again.

“I love you.” João whispered. His lips strayed from yours, trailing down to your cheek, to your jaw, and then to your neck and finally, when he knelt on the floor, your stomach. He lifted your (his) hoodie up to reveal your bare skin. Your bump was currently non-existent, but he kissed where he imagined it to be anyway, murmuring something you couldn’t quite make out into it – to your baby. He was talking to your baby. The sight brought a fresh wave of tears flooding down your cheeks.

“Are you happy?” you asked him. João looked up through his eyelashes, damp from crying. He drew up to his full height, hands wandering from your hips to rest protectively over your stomach. He couldn’t stop looking down at it, his eyes constantly flickering between it and your face.

“Happy?” he laughed incredulously, “Y/N…this is the best day of my life.”

“Really?” you sniffled, smiling up at him in pure adoration. His expression mirrored yours.

“Are you joking?” he laughed again, “You’re carrying a little us inside you. How could this ever not be the best day of my life?”

You wiped the tears from your eyes, sniffling ever so slightly to try and stop yourself from crying again, “I thought you wanted to wait…until your career was more stable. I was so scared you wouldn’t want –“

“Amor.” João cut you off before you could continue, “This – you, and our baby – this matters so much more to me than my career ever has. If you asked me to right now, I’d give it all up, just to be with you two. I’d never play football again.” he told you, and he was so sincere, you had no choice but to believe it. João, your boyfriend, one of the best young footballers in the world, willing to give up everything at the drop of a hat, for you and the little human you were carrying. You didn’t even need the pregnancy hormones, he was making you blubber all by himself.

“Football’s temporary, but you and me –“ he reached up to cup your face in his hand, staring down at you with such tenderness as you’d never seen before, “– and our little angel,” his other hand rubbed circles over the skin of your stomach, “that’s forever. We’re forever.”

You knew he meant it too. You nuzzled your face into his palm, kissing it softly, as a contented smile settled on your lips.

“Promise?” you whisped.

He kissed you again. It was a vow: one that he’d never break.

“I promise.”

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[taurussbabe]

hey !! its my birthday today and i was wondering if you could possibly write a joao fluff where him + reader just celebrate the reader’s birthday ?! i love your work 💗

a/n: happy belated birthday! i know it's superrr late but i hope you like it anon!❤️ wc: 1.3k

Today was your birthday, you were happy, sure, but honestly, you wished someone else was here. João had a game away so that meant you woke up to an empty bed, you turned around, seeing the sun illuminate the bedsheets and half of your bedroom.

You reached for your phone, seeing a couple of messages from your mom, your dad and some other family members, but your attention diverted from all of those when you saw a text from your favorite boy in the world.

“happy birthday!!!” read one, followed by few others: “and good morning”, “have the best day”, “sorry I can’t be there”, “love you to much bebé”

You smiled to yourself as you read them all, quickly typing a thank you message , alongside with one where you said you wished he was here too.

You got up, showered and got ready, you didn’t have work today because you had called in for a day off, it was your birthday, and you deserved a little bit of time for yourself before you had your party with your friends that night.

The doorbell sound brought you back to reality, stepping outside, only to find a huge flower bouquet and a box. You picked both the items up as you read the little cart attached to it “happy birthday, linda. Sorry I can’t be there, call me before opening the gift :)”

You placed the flower on the counter and smiled to yourself as you tapped on the little facetime icon, setting the phone up while you filled the vase.

“hi angel” his voiced echoed in the house, making you look at the screen “how’s my favorite birthday girl?”

“you didn’t have to, in fact, you shouldn’t have, they must have been so expensive”

“oh c’mon, you really think I wasn’t going to do anything, you know I wish I could have been there, but I love you so much”

“I know” you let a beat of silence run between the two of you as you admired his face before speaking again “and I love you too”

“I have to go soon so can you open the box?” he asked softly

“oh yeah sure, how are you feeling about the game?” you spoke while unwrapping the little box.

“good. Confident. A little nervous, but confident” he said “oh and just so you know, that’s not your real gift, that you get tomorrow, this is just a little something”

Tears filled your eyes as you opened the box only to reveal so many envelopes in there, each one of them had a little description saying ‘open when feeling sad, angry, anxious, insecure, happy, excited….’, inside the box were also your favorite chocolates, bath bombs and face masks.

You didn’t know what you had done to deserve this boy, but it must have certainly been something incredible because never in your life you thought you would be so lucky as to have someone like him.

“oh god, are you crying? please don’t cry, I didn’t think the gift was that bad” his voice echoed again, by now, tears were streaming down your face

“shut up, this is so perfect, I love you so so so much, thank you for being you”

After your reassurance, you could teel that he took a breath of relief, but you didn’t get to talk much more, because soon enough he was called.

-

It was now the afternoon and you were getting ready for your birthday party, your friends had arranged everything for a dinner at a restaurant they knew you loved, you had just finished watching barça and you were so happy because they had a good game, you loved seeing joão so happy in this team, even when they were losing he seemed genuinely happy to be there, but it was, of course, better when they won.

-

You laughed as you took pictures alongside your friends, no one else in sight since you were in the most private part of the restaurant, obviously you were very happy to be there but also a bit worried because joão hadn’t answered ever since before the game, you had congratulated him after, praising his performance but he hadn’t even seen it.

You couldn’t think more about that, though, because your friends dragged you, claiming they had a huge surprise waiting for you.

“okay, you have to keep your eyes closed, promise?” one of your friends said

“yes, I get it”

You stretched your arms in front of you as to try to find out what your surprise was, you smelled a cologne that seemed familiar to you, but didn’t think much of it, until you felt a pair of hands grabbing yours, and those you immediately recognized.

“João?”

“damn, I thought you would take longer” he hugged you tight, pressing a kiss to your cheek as all your friends applauded.

“oh my god, what are you doing here? I though you were away” you smiled at him when he let go a bit, still not completely letting go of you.

“I had to be here for your birthday” he kissed your forehead, smiling through the kiss

“thank you” you smiled up at him, your eyes full of tears, your hand clasped together with his

The rest of the dinner was spent laughing and taking and awful lot of pictures, until the time to sing happy birthday came. You sat on João’s lap, his hand immediately wrapping around your waist, is thumb rubbing against the material of your dress.

“happy birthday,  bebé, I love you” you heard as soon as you blew the candles, thank you for being born”

You were gonna turn around to thank him when you felt him reach for cake’s icing and place it on your cheek, you audibly gasped when you felt the cold it your skin and soon heard everyone’s laughter.

-

You said your goodbyes to last person to leave as you left the restaurant, holding hands with João, turning around to meet his smiling face.

“did you have fun today?”

“I did, it was the best day, thank you for being part of it” you got on your tiptoes to kiss him “I love you”

“you’re welcome, you deserve it, you deserve everything” his hand came in contact with your cheek, gently caressing it, instantly making your jaw relax. “wanna go home?”

“yes, please” he pulled at your hand, leading the way to his car.

You felt his hands at your waist pulling you to stay on the opposite side of the road and smiled to yourself when you realized.

“Amo-te” (I love you) he whispered, hugging you from behind as you reached the car “muito” (a lot)

“I love you too” he opened your door, letting you in before getting in himself

During the ride home you were blessed with João’s singing voice, his hand on your thigh and yours on his hair, playing with it.

-

“dance with me” you whispered, your chin resting on his shoulder

“what?”

“dance with me, please, it’s my birthday” you looked at him through the mirror, your arms wrapping around his torso.

“of course” he turned around, his hands finding its way to your waist and your arms around his neck

You both started to sway dancing in the middle of the bathroom, he leaned in for a kiss, soft but passionate, and a million little pecks after, making you giggle.

He did a little dip in the end, causing you to laugh.

“thank you, for today” “well, thank YOU for existing” he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around him “close your eyes for you gift”

And you did, and soon felt him peck your lips multiple times “that’s one for each year you lived”  he kept giving you soft, little kisses

“and what are those for?”

“for all the years I’m gonna be spending with you”

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[pretty-little-candid-blurbs]

Distracted Hearts

Summary: As João Félix's partner (Wag!Reader) surprises him by visiting his football training, his focus becomes entirely captivated by her presence. So engrossed in watching her, he accidentally misses the ball during a practice, leading to good-natured teasing from his teammates. But, he doesn't mind the banter, as his heart yearns for one thing only - to run over and embrace the one he missed the most.

The morning sun bathed the football field in a warm glow, and the sound of cleats scuffing against the grass filled the air. João Félix, one of the star players, was fully immersed in his training session, determined to improve his skills. However, little did he know that the one person capable of capturing his attention entirely was about to walk into the scene.

You, his partner and the cherished WAG, decided to surprise him by visiting his football training. Your eyes sparkled with pride as you watched him on the field, showcasing his natural talent. João's skill and grace were captivating, but your heart skipped a beat when he looked your way, flashing a bright smile in your direction.

Unable to tear his eyes away from you, João's focus wavered as the ball soared towards him during a practice drill. His teammates noticed his absent-mindedness, and the ball zipped past him, causing a collective chuckle from the group.

"João, pay attention, man!" one teammate teased.

"He's lost in love!" another chimed in, prompting more laughter.

Blushing slightly, João grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Alright, alright, maybe I was a bit distracted."

His teammates continued to tease him good-naturedly, but he didn't mind. His heart was set on only one thing - embracing you and telling you just how much he missed you.

Ignoring the playful banter, João excused himself from the drill, making his way to where you stood. His heart pounded in his chest, and the smile on his face widened as he approached you.

"Surprise!" you greeted him, wrapping your arms around his neck for a warm hug.

João held you close, reveling in the familiar feeling of your presence. "You have no idea how much I missed you," he whispered, his voice filled with affection.

"I missed you too," you replied, beaming up at him. "I couldn't stay away, knowing how much you love football."

His eyes softened, and he brushed a gentle kiss against your forehead. "Having you here is the best motivation," he admitted, sincerity coloring his words.

From the sideline, his teammates watched the tender exchange, impressed by the connection between the two of you. They knew João had found something special in you, and they respected that.

As the training session continued, João's focus seemed renewed, but his heart remained captivated by you. Even in the midst of the game, he couldn't help but steal glances at you, finding comfort in the fact that you were there, supporting him.

At the end of the training session, João's eyes sought yours once more, conveying a silent promise of love and appreciation. As you walked off the field together, hand in hand, he knew that no matter what distractions came his way, his heart would always be tethered to you - his source of motivation and the one he missed the most.

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[thatsdemko]

in the sand - j.felix

pairing: joão felix x fem!reader

a/n: reuploading cause tumblr hates me 🫠

warnings: minors dni

the sand digs into areas you’re sure aren’t supposed to have sand there. the privacy of the beach was your idea, and it may or may not have led your mind down some dark paths, as you now seductively rub sunscreen along your midsection.

he’s not even partially paying attention. it’s not until your head tilts back, hair falling off your shoulders, brushing your ass cheeks that had never seen this much sun.

“something bothering you?” you take another bit of sunscreen out of the bottle, beginning to rub your shoulders with the white cream. you can see out the corner of your eye, he’s struggling to sit still. you can see his bulge, it grows with every second you touch yourself.

“keep doing that.” he rests his elbows into the sand watching, mouth slightly agape. he watches your nails rack up your neck, wiping the white cream up and down your chest making a little grunt noise. you move over to him now, straddling his lap with your legs, “touch me.” he whispers, feeling his arms give out beneath him, his back crashes against the fine minerals.

you take some sunscreen into your hands, fingers delicately moving up and down his torso. your fingers dance up his abs, before working their way down to his swim trunks, you catch him hitching his breath.

“keep going.” he moans, jutting his hips upward for you. you pull the elastic band, trunks falling down to his knees, your finger tip touches his hard cock, earning a louder beg from him.

your lips suck on his sweet precum, tongue relaxing down his shaft reaching the tip. his fingers bunch the warm sand beneath him, eyes shutting tight as another moan slips past his lips, “você me mata.” you kill me

the sand does no good for the pleasure he’s feeling, his fingers now rake through your already messy hair, while your tongue swirls, scrapes, and scratches his cock. he’s taking fistfuls, pulling hard not holding back the moans and grunts of your name. it feels so good.

your tongue is dripping in his cum, lips drunk on his taste, you can’t help but keep going. he’s riling up your sex drive even more, with his shaking legs, moans, and sandy cheeks.

“I could do this all day.” you lift yourself up on top of him, breasts falling flat against his abs, your head rests against his visibly rising and falling chest.

“you’re evil.” he flips you over, it’s your turn for your back to hit the hard sand, hands holding down your wrists, “it’s my turn for payback.”

“fuck me into the sand, felix.”

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[purinfelix]

What about Felix and famous!reader????

pairing: joao felix x formula one driver reader summary: you're a famous formula one driver with a footballer boyfriend who's almost as famous warnings: none! some cringey couple things here and there though so be warned ...

a/n: ANON YOUR MINDD OMGG - also hope you don't mind that i made reader a formula one driver bc i think the dynamic would fit hehe also ?? first request ever AND first headcanon-style post? look at me go

a little backstory ...

✦ It all starts at an airport - you and your team making your way to the next race whilst he and Barcelona are travelling home. Just as you’re walking through the airport terminal you manage to lock eyes with him for a split second, the sides of his lips curling into a smile. You feel yourself blush and stop in your tracks before being ushered along by your manager. You don't know it then, but the mysterious boy had also turned around to catch one last glimpse of you before your figure disappeared through the terminal gates. At least, as much of a glimpse as he could get before his teammates caught on with jeering whistles and teasing remarks.

✦ It’s just your luck that a couple of fans who had been waiting for either of your teams caught a couple clips of this moment and post it online - and it becomes the ultimate content for edits, shipping conspiracies, and videos. 

✦ From there on, things blow up. Clips of you watching his games or shots of him with your instagram posts open on his phone go viral amongst a flurry of dating rumours. 

✦ You first connect over these silly videos, but once you actually get to know each other you realise there’s actual chemistry between you two and eventually start dating - which you accidentally announce to the world after Joao scores a goal and points up to you in the stands (needless to say the internet was very happy that night) 

✦ On attending his games - him always insisting you have the best view (especially of him), enough tickets for anyone you want to bring, and every single one of his jerseys to wear 

✦ And vice versa, him attending your races and just being so supportive of you - he never wants you to feel like you’re just a wag, and is always sure to elevate your own success and achievements over your relationship 

✦ Always wearing your merch, sharing your posts about your recent wins in races, his instagram has just become a fanpage for you at this point - and he’s totally not complaining  

✦ Football fans finding out about you through him (“Wait Joao Felix’s partner is like some athlete? I thought they were just a wag lol they’re actually cool”) and Formula One fans finding out about him through you (“You mean to tell me Joao Felix as in y/n’s boyfriend actually does stuff and isn’t just their trophy boyfriend???”) 

✦ With that being said, your relationship does involve some long-distance periods because of both of your professions but both of you put in so much effort that it works. Though it’s not easy, he definitely makes up for it whenever you two do get to meet up by spoiling you rotten and spending as much time with you as possible. 

✦ Him CONSTANTLY getting teased by the team, but never learning his lesson and continues to bring you up at every single opportunity (he can’t help it, he’s just so proud of you :(( ) 

“Dude, cmon.” Pedri huffs as another one of Joao’s shots rebound off of the goal post during a cold morning training.  “Hey cut him some slack, he’s probably thinking about his partner,” Gavi’s tone is teasing as he says this, poking at Joao’s sides as the taller boy snarls in response. Even so, he can’t help but smile a little at the mention of you.  “Can you blame me? Did you guys see them last night? They were amazing, I mean Their overtakes were amazing and going from P10 to P3 is insa-” he begins, but is cut off by the groans of his teammates around him who all go off to train on their own. He doesn’t mind though, since he’s the one who’s lucky to have a partner worth bragging about.

✦ Is quite possessive and protective, not because he doesn’t trust you to be loyal or take care of yourself but because he knows what kinds of dangers being famous can pose and he wants to be able to help you through them. 

✦ Whenever you attend award ceremonies together his hand never leaves your waist, partially because he feels a little awkward without you (introvert bf things) but also because he just likes the feeling of having you close to him at all times 

✦ OMG you guys have such a Barbie and Ken dynamic - esp that one audio that’s like “Barbie has a great day every day, but Ken only has a great day if Barbie looks at him.” 

✦ Overall you guys are generally adored by everyone, as much as Felix gets teased by his teammates, fans, and media outlets alike <33 

And a little something extra for my formula one / football girlies - I present to you: Carlos the Madridista reacting to you dating a Barcelona player 

“No, I will not have this.” Carlos throws his hands up in frustration as he begins to walk away from you two. It’s Joao’s first time visiting you on the grid since you’ve ‘officially’ announced your relationship, and you wanted to introduce him to someone you considered a big brother. Only thing was, you had forgotten how deep the rivalry between the team Carlos supported, Real Madrid, and your boyfriend’s team ran.  “Carlos, please,” you sound exasperated but in reality you’re trying to hold back laughter at how dramatic his reaction is.  “You didn’t tell me your boyfriend was a Barcelona player?”  “What does it matter?”  “How could you?!” Carlos exclaims, his voice making it clear how betrayed he feels at your decision. Next to you, your boyfriend tenses up - you can tell how nervous he is to be meeting your group of friends and so you take his hand in yours, giving it a comforting squeeze. Even so, this entire situation is hilarious to you.  “Oh get over yourself,” you huff.  Eventually, you manage to get the two of them to sit down and have a proper man-to-man conversation in which they realise they have more in common than they think - the most obvious being both of them caring for you which they seem to have no problem bonding over. Needless to say, Carlos’ hatred of the opposing club might’ve lessened a little that day. 

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[neymarsangel]

There's no place like home - Joao Felix x reader

Joao Felix x female!reader

Requested? Yes/No: Anon: lazy s3x w joao

Warnings: Smut, 18+++ (male oral receiving, unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it!) swearing, fluff

Word Count: 1.5K

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English summertime wasn’t like the rest of Europe. The rain outside suggested that it was more wintertime rather than the middle of July. Joao was on his break for the summer and considering the two of you couldn’t go out and enjoy London you opted for a lazy afternoon. The pair of you were laying on the sofa watching The Wizard of Oz. When you’d met Joao he’d told you he’d never seen the film. Making a mental note you were adamant you’d get him to watch it one day and what better time to watch a film with an ongoing thunderstorm outside? 

You were laying on his bare chest, your eyes glued to the screen as the brunette ran his hands through your hair, glancing down at your figure, a small smile on his lips as he took in how attentive you were to the film. He glanced over at the screen before speaking. 

“Why didn’t the munchkins just kill the witch if she was such a problem?” 

You turned your head to look back up at him, your large doe eyes making Joao melt in a heartbeat. “Because you can only kill anyone by accident.” Your eyes looked over to the screen before looking back at him. “Dorothy didn’t mean to kill the witch, any death we see in the film is accidental. Glinda rules over Oz and she cast a spell which didn’t allow murder.” 

“Then why didn’t they just plan to kill the witch and make it look like an accident?”

“Because that wouldn’t really be an accident, would it?” You smirked as you spoke, Joao mirrored your expression before he leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead. 

“You know sometimes I hate watching films with you.”

“Why?”

“Because you always know everything.” “Well, what else am I supposed to do whilst you’re at work?” 

“Hmm… true…” His hands now went to your waist, his grip tightening on your body as you felt his hips buck. “God you’re so pretty.” 

One hand left your waist to cup your jaw, forcing you to look at him he slowly leant down and planted a kiss on your lips. You kissed him back instantly, your mouths slowly moving on one another. Shifting you now straddled his waist, and your hands went to his jaw as you slowly started to grind down on his clothed cock. 

He moaned at your actions, his hips bucking up into yours as he pulled away from the kiss. His hands now went to the hem of your shirt which ironically belonged to him. His cold hands on your stomach made you jump slightly which earnt you a low laugh from your boyfriend. His hands went higher and fell upon your boobs.

“Joao…”

“What baby?” As he spoke he swiftly pulled your shirt over your head. “Such a pretty girl…” 

“You’re such a tease.” Your hands tugged on the waistband of his shorts. 

“You’re one to talk.” He pinched your nipples as he spoke, the sudden sharp feeling making you grind harder into him. “Remember the end of the season awards? When all you did was tease me? Constantly begging for my cock until I bent you over the car and fucked you until you forgot your name…” 

His words caused you to moan, only growing more impatient with him. “Please…” 

“So needy…” He kissed you again before raising his hips up. He effortlessly pulled his shorts and boxers down before pulling your clothed hips onto his bare ones. His hand slowly started to pump himself as he watched your eyes light up. “I need your mouth meu anjo…” 

You didn’t hesitate. Moving down his body you trailed light kisses down his body, the feeling giving him goosebumps. When you reached his cock you glanced up at him before kissing the tip, now it was your time to tease him. Your hand had replaced his, slowly moving up and down his large cock. You planted another kiss this time further down but still not enough for him to feel the slightest release. 

“y/n… please dom’t tease…”

“Who’s the needy one now?” Your tongue slowly darted across the tip, collecting the precum that had spilt from your teasing.

“Good girl…” He moaned as you slowly started to take him into your mouth, your head bobbing around his cock, with every stroke you started to get deeper. Joao did his best not to grab your hair and force you down onto him but it was proving harder by the second. His hands moved through your hair, tugging at the strands with every movement. 

You took the hint and changed your pace, moving faster he began to hit the back of your throat. The sound of you gagging around him was one he’d never grow tired of. His head fell back and his stomach muscles tightened at the pleasure growing inside of him. Your hand moved in sync with your mouth, at first you were gentle but the rough movements of his hips and the hand in your hair caused you to quicken.

You could feel he was getting close but he suddenly pulled your hair hard enough that your mouth left his cock and now you were looking up at him with pleading eyes. Joao's thumb went to your lips and swiped any mess from your lips before planting his thumb in your mouth. “Suck.” He commanded which you happily obliged. “Good girl.” His thumb left your mouth but continued to trace your bottom lip. 

“I need you.” You moaned at his actions. 

“Where do you need me, baby?”

“I need you to fuck me…” 

Joao smacked your ass, a chuckle leaving his lips as you let out a light yelp at his sudden actions. “I want you to ride me.” 

Nodding you shifted on the sofa, quickly slipping off your underwear you straddled him once again. Joao’s hands went to your hips, guiding you onto his cock. No matter how many times the two of fucked you would never get used to his size. Gripping on his skin your nails left marks on his shoulder as he entered you. 

“Move when you want to.” He leaned up and kissed your lips, his thumb caressing your cheek as you slowly rose your hips before grinding back down onto him.

At first, your movements were slow, Joao guiding you gently as you rode him. His hands started to grip tighter on your hips, he was silently begging to fuck you harder. You were bouncing on his cock at a steady pace but his actions made you slowly speed up. 

His hands went up to your boobs, cupping and pinching your nipples as you continued to ride him. Joao started to buck his hips as you started to speed up, his actions hitting you in all the right places. “Fuck Joao…” Your head fell back as you moaned, your hands resting on his stomach to steady yourself as his hips started to move faster. 

“You feel so good princesa…” Joao moved one hand to your neck, pulling you close enough that he could latch his lips against your neck. His teeth bit your skin, each shudder of pain mixed with pleasure as he started to thrust harder. 

Your eyes scrunched at the sudden sharp pain, a gasp which quickly turned to a moan leaving your mouth. Your moans only encouraged Joao more. His mouth left your neck, a smirk on his lips as he admired his artwork on your skin. “So good for me.” His hand once on your hips now made its way to your clit. His thumb added more pleasure to your body and if it wasn’t for Joao holding you up you would’ve collapsed on his chest. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes, Joao…” You started to bounce faster. Joao knew he couldn’t hold himself back for much longer and luckily for him you couldn’t either. “Fuck I’m gonna come…”

“Yeah?” His actions quickened. His thumb sped up, adding more pressure on your clit which caused the familiar pit in your stomach to build. 

“Fuck Joao I’m close…” 

“My name from your mouth sounds like a dream…” He kissed you again, tugging gently on your bottom lip as he pulled back. “You gonna come?”

“Yes, Joao…” Your body started to slow, your hips only being moved by your boyfriend's hands. “Fuck…” You felt yourself grow tighter around him. 

“Come for me y/n.” He moaned in your ear and that was all you needed. 

Your body began to shake as your high washed over you. The tight feeling around him made Joao finish deep inside you. Holding you down on his cock as he finished his forehead leaned against yours as his high finished. 

“Good girl.” He kissed your lips again, the pair of you catching your breaths.

You went to move off from his cock but he held you firmly in place. He slowly pulled you back down to lean on his chest whilst still inside of you, the film still playing in the background. “I know I hate the cold but I wouldn’t mind if the rain never stopped. You both shared a laugh at his words before you kissed his bare shoulder.

There really is no place like home. 

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[chlerc]

he hey sports ; joão félix

— summary; in which João arrives home and finds you laughing at the partnership video he filmed for EA Sports.

pairing — joão félix x f. reader ( third person story )

word count — 707 + an ig post from joão.

content — being lovey-dovey with joão when he comes home after training and sees you laughing at him. But he thinks it’s not really funny and whines about it.

NAVIGATION + author’s note: i think the joão leaving Chelsea drought just hit me, i saw him liking Chelsea’s post for Kai Havertz birthday and lost it, that was my last straw fr.

THE SUN SET IN the sky as fresh colours brushed upon an artist's canvas, the orange gold stretches far and wide, the colour of fire hearths and tangerines. With light pouring through the curtains, there she was curled up on the couch with a video constantly replaying.

She had been home this whole day, finishing up with university assignments as well as awaiting the arrival upon home of her favourite portuguese. Whilst being too engrossed with the video on her phone, she was deafened to the sound of an unlocking door. “Seriously? I come home after training to find you laughing at a video that shows me struggling?”

She glances up from her device, staring at the reason who had been the cause of her tears from laughing. Her leg shuffled towards him with her lips upturned, reaching her eyes as they crinkled. “Welcome home, amor.” She giggled while greeting him with a chaste kiss to his lips and grabbing his duffel bag from his grasp.

“Very funny huh? Not that funny when I’m the one struggling eh. I wasn’t even struggling, they just couldn’t hear me right.” João rambles through his gritted teeth although he admits internally that it was a funny thing. “It is very funny, look!” She shoves the clip on her phone right into his face, volume at full blast.

He grumbles in response at her action but still watches the whole video. “He Hey Sports. Bro, come on!” João grabs the phone from her grasp, letting the video run as she lets out a heart laugh. He swore if his struggling to say EA Sports gets him a laugh like this everytime, he would have done it over and over again just for her.

God, the sound of her laughter is a soul elevator for anyone blessed enough to hear it. It was sugar in his day after a training preparation for the weekend. “He Hey Sports bro! I didn’t say H.” He’s hundred percent sure that she just laughed louder at that part of the clip.

“Anjo, enough now. It’s not really nice to be laughing at your boyfriend’s accent.” He whines, turning off the phone as he joins her on the couch where she was clearly having the time of her life teasing him. João snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his chest where it vibrated to her laughter. “Very funny huh?”

She gazed upon him, her hazel eyes glittering as he saw his own reflection in her eyes. The warmth of her body radiating off her as João felt it in his bones despite the sweater he had on. He leans forward briefly to sneak a kiss on her forehead, the very same smile she greeted him with displayed on her face. They say the sun is the brightest light, but the light of her smile is the brightest they have yet to see.

“Can you say EA Sports for me please?” Her lips jutted out, her doe eyes staring right through his soul. In that moment he knew how utterly fucked he was in the ass, there was no way he would ever be able to resist her or her requests, certainly no way when she was looking at him like that. “You think you’re sooo funny, don’t you?”

“Pleaseee!” She clasps both her hands together, pleading at him but he was going to say it for her either way. “He Hey Sports, it’s in the game.” And there it goes again, her laugh ricocheting throughout the living room. But it was worth it to João, everything was worth it if it meant for her to laugh like that and him being the reason for it.

“No way, we have to play FIFA tonight and have you take a picture of it and post it on Instagram. You have a partnership with them, you gotta make up for not being able to say it right.” She caresses at his cheek with her thumb and João only nods to her. “Yeah you’re having so much fun, I wonder why.” Her eyes twinkled, thinking of the same moment from the clip. His exasperation was it for her. “I am because of you, eu te amo João.”

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joaofelix79 i would like to thank He Hey Sports for the scrumptious dinner my girl cooked for me. I’ve been religiously practiced on saying it, I will do better the next video. He Hey Sports, It’s in the game.

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ynusername i got him to say it for me every day he comes home from training 😁

joaofelix79 @ynusername yeah and you be having the most fun 😒

easports @ynusername thanks for helping him out 😂😂😂

chelseafc He Hey Sports João!

risingballers Sequel of that clip 😂😂

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[httpsdana]

71 prompt for oscar piastri or joão félix? ty!

Stay~João Félix

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

still can't believe João actually joined barca...His dream came true I was in literal tears when I found out and now he's doing so good omg. anyways...enjoy <3

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71-"stay with me tonight."

best friends to lovers trope!

"he broke up with me João" y/n sobbed into the phone with her best friend

"y/n...why did he do that?" João asked in a soft voice, already putting his shoes on to drive himself to her house

"he said that he's not ready to be this committed to our relationship. he said that I'm going too fast. we have literally been dating for 3 years what does he mean" her sadness now turned into anger and she was starting to show her frustration

"I'm on my way y/n. don't leave the house please. I'll be there in a few minutes" she hung up without saying anything, making him more worried now

He drove to y/n's house immediately, parking his car outside and rushing to the door. He knocked on the door harshly, only for the door to be yanked open, and a raging y/n standing there

"hey sweetheart...how are you holding up?" he asked carefully, stepping inside the house, the door behind him slamming harshly

"I should've just strangled him to death. who the fuck does he think he is? he thinks that he can just break up with me without an actualy excuse and just leave?" she said in anger, flopping down on the couch, João sitting down next to her and rubbing her back

"I'm just so frustrated right now I'm not even sad just so angry" she said with gritting teeth. Then João got an idea

"go change your clothes. I'll take you somewhere that can help" he nudged her to get up.

She groaned and got up, changing out of her shorts and hoodie, putting on a tank top and some jeans instead

João started driving to his unknown destination, making sure to let y/n play whatever music she wants from her phone

"we're here. come on" he got out of the car, only to leave y/n confused why they were outside an abandoned house

She followed him to the house nonetheless, small and slow steps behind him.

"come on sweetheart don't be scared" he put his hand out, waiting for her to hold his hand.

"João. is it like okay to be here?" she asked, as he pulled her inside the house with him

"yes don't worry. I bought this house" he shrugged his shoulders, leaving y/n to wonder why he did that

He pulled her to the kitchen of the house. All dusty and old, but it still had all the cupboards and had its counter and everything

"I thought I'd buy a house for my parents. and not just any house. they like to choose everything. They chose the color of their kitchen and the living room and everything. All we gotta do now is actually start getting rid of the old things. and me and you will do that" He grabbed a big hammer (I have no idea what its called) and a pair of protective glasses

y/n was still confused but took what João gave her and put the glasses on.

João put his pair on too and got his hammer. In a matter of seconds, he had his hammer in one of the cupboards, making y/n jump back.

"come on. its your turn" he nodded towards the cupboard

y/n lifted her hammer, and smashed it against the cupboard too.

She felt her anger starting to fade away just a little bit

"how did that feel?" he smiled, watching her smile too

"that was good" she nodded

"come on. another time. and think of what angers you the most. imagine your ex on this cupboard and let all your frustration out" anger started to bubble up inside her at the mention of her ex

She smashed the hammer against the cupboard with all her power. But she didn't stop until the cupboard was on the ground and in millions of pieces.

After a few more smashes, many laughs and jokes, and some ice cream afterwards, João was parked in front of y/n's house to drop her of.

"stay with me tonight" she mumbled, making João look up at her with surprise.

It wasn't the first time he would be staying over, but this time was different. they both felt that this night would be different, but they didn't say anything about it.

"with pleasure sweetheart"

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[cieloclercs]

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 | joão félix

genre: social media requested: yes pairings: joão félix x fem!reader warnings: twitter environment, online hate

can be read as a part 2 to surprise, or as a standalone!

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y/n_y/l/n surprise 🤍

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joaofelix79 amo-vos para sempre, meus anjos / i love you forever, my angels 🤍🤍

y/n_y/l/n e nós amamo-vos / and we love you

username LMAO WHAT

username bro…you’ve got go be joking

antogriezmann congratulations you two!

y/n_y/l/n muchas gracias anto!

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username aren’t they a bit young to be having a baby…

username and how is that any of your business?

username 🤢🤢🤢

enzojfernandez felicidades y/n! y joão también supongo / congratulations y/n! and joão too i guess 😒

y/n_y/l/n gracias enzo 😂

joaofelix79 @/enzojfernandez ¿no seguirás enfadado? / you’re not still mad are you?

enzojfernandez vuelve al chelsea y no estare. / come back to chelsea and i won’t be.

username BAHAHAH ENZO

username he says that like poch didn’t reject joão 😭

username having a baby at the height of joão’s career when he doesn’t even know what club he’s going to next…yeah probably not the best timing 😳

username congratulations y/n! you just signed your life away to be a footballer’s housewife for the rest of your life 👏🥳

username LMAO imagine…she’s only 23 as well 😭

username i honestly feel bad for her. she’s gonna end up taking care of it all by herself, because let’s be honest…it’s not like joão will be that involved 🤣

username true! especially at the height of his career, he’ll probably be too busy!

username poor y/n…

username housewife at 23? where’s the ambition in that 😭

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joaofelix79 i don’t normally engage with people who make hateful comments about me, but when it involves my girlfriend and our baby, i feel like i have to say something. y/n and i are beyond happy to be future parents. we’ve given our situation a lot of thought, and we’re looking forwards to our future together with our little one

please, whether you are a fan of mine or not, don’t make comments about my girlfriend or our situation. y/n is the most wonderful person i know, and she doesn’t deserve this kind of criticism - especially not over something which is as much my decision as hers. please respect our privacy, and keep your opinions to yourselves. we are happy. that’s all that matters

ao meu amor / to my love - thank you for giving me this gift. i will forever be grateful to you, and i can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together ❤️

ao meu anjinho / to my little angel - the day i found out about you was the best day of my life 🤍 mamãe e papai love you so much x

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[leclercloml]

Beach date | JF14

Pairing: Joao Felix x gf!reader

Summary: a beach date with your beautiful boyfriend and floki

Genre: drabble, written work

Warnings: not proofread and none, just fluff

Author's note: i love joao and floki so much and that picture lives rent free in my mind!!

As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the beach, you and your boyfriend strolled hand in hand along the shoreline. Your boyfriend's adorable little puppy, Floki, happily bounded ahead, leaving paw marks on the sand, You found a perfect spot to settle down, spreading out a blanket as the waves lapped gently against the shore.

Floki, with sandy paws and a wagging tail, joined you, making himself comfortable in the sand. The three of you formed a contented little trio as the sun painted the sky in hues of pink and orange, "he's so adorable" you said picking floki up "mhm so are you" Joao replied looking at you, you looked at him giving him a soft smile and he leaned in for a kiss,

His lips were soft like feathers, he cupped your cheeks and you kissed him back, "Eu te amo" he said in between the kiss "Eu também te amo" you replied pulling away, you looked down at floki looking at you both which made you laugh "you jealous?" Joao said as he picked him up in his lap, you chuckled at his silliness "seriously?" You shaking your head "what? I mean if I was him i would be jealous too" he said as you raised your eyebrows trying not laugh "ok sir"

"can we eat I'm hungry" you said taking floki from his hand "and I'm pretty sure this little guy is too" "ofcourse amor" your boyfriend, always thoughtful, had brought a picnic basket filled with your favorite snacks, pastries and floki's snacks.

Laughter filled the air as you both shared bites of pastries and fruit, Floki, ever hopeful, sat patiently, occasionally rewarded with a treat and a pat on the head.

Not to your surprise, Joao obviously brought a small football in the basket as well, as he threw the ball for floki to bring it back, which the small puppy did, your boyfriend praising the dog obviously, he really loved him and so did you, both of them, you really love both of them.

As the sun sets down and the night progressed, Joao suggested a spontaneous barefoot dance on the shore, the soft sand molding to your every step. The laughter and joy echoed against the backdrop of the rolling waves, creating a moment that felt timeless, your hand on his shoulder, His on your waist as he leaned in for another kiss, a soft slow and a gentle kiss, taking his time to admire your features,

Your eyes, he loves your eyes and you love everything about him, you were so happy to finally see him happy, barcelona brought him joy something he couldn't find in madrid, he loved this team and they made him happy, he deserves that, he deserves every good thing that comes in his career.

"O que eu faria sem você?" (What would I do without you), he asked looking at you "you don't need to worry about that, because you're stuck with me, I'm not leaving you." You said earning a laugh from him "I'm happy to be stuck with you" he said as he rest his forehead against yours "stop you're so cheesy" you said grinning "you love me" he simply replied "mhm i do".

Floki was jumping around you both, as you look down at him, joao picked him up and sat on back on the blanket, "it's quite late we should go now" you suggested "sure love" he replied as you helped him pick up the wrappers and plastic as you went to throw them on bin, Joao packed the basket and approached you "let's go amore" he said as he has the basket on his righ hand and floki on his left, you took floki from his hand and gave him a peck on the lip, "vamos" you replied and he held your hand with his free hand and walked towards his car.

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[taurussbabe]

hi love! i love your fics. do you mind writing a headcanon for dating joao felix? i know you don't write for him but just consider it please 🙏

hii! So i did thought about it and sure, why not? i'm actually gonna start writting for him too, thank you anon!🫶

Small walks in the afternoon and then shower together.

Watching him cook as you make fun of him.

You both getting ready for bed at the sound of music, dancing and singing.

Him posting videos of you constantly on his stories, even having a IG highlight just for you

You always teasing him when watching OBX about JJ being so hot.

You always playing with his hair, usually braiding it.

Every time you post a picture of yourself, he always reposts it on his stories and add a red heart.

Him giving you flowers at least a month.

Every anniversary he gives you flowers for every month you’ve been together.

Him bringing his shirts home after the games (he’s a cocky little bastard so he loves to see you wearing his number)

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