femme4ngel

[femme4ngel]

Imagine laying in bed beside Shoko, face pressed half into the pillow while your eyes are struggling to remain open. She's lighting a cigarette, a blissed-out smile on her face as she relaxes into the blankets. She had just finished fucking you into the mattress.

"Shoko..." you mumble weakly, lower half still throbbing from the aftermath of her work. She smiles when she hears your tone, she knows she did a good job if you sound like that. "What is it, pretty?" she pulled the cylinder from her lips, puffing out the smoke and watching it swirl around the air before dispersing.

"Want you..." your arm is reaching over to her, there was less than six inches keeping you apart but it felt like a chasm. "...more?" she seemed a little surprised, especially with how tired you looked. "No...no not more sex..." you laughed a bit, scooting closer despite your limbs feeling like lead. "Oh I see..." she turned on her side, letting you bury your face in the crook of her neck.

"You just want more of me..." she hums, one arm hooking under your neck while her other is bringing the cigarette back to her lips. "Always." you breathed out, inhaling her natural scent as your body fully relaxed into her embrace. "I did a number on you, hmm?" she says even though she knows you are falling asleep. Her voice has always been a comfort to you so she knows it's fine.

You give your girlfriend a half-hearted hum, way too tired to actually speak anymore. Shoko grins, puffing out more smoke before reaching behind her to snuff it out in the ashtray. "You did so good for me, just like you always do." Your body was covered in her love bites, scratches from her nails, and nice dark hickeys. Ones you’d complain about tomorrow when you had to leave for work. but for now you’d enjoy them.

“Sleep, when you wake up I’ll make you dinner and a bath.”

You smiled into her skin, finally letting your body relax in her warm embrace, completely and utterly content.

[femme4ngel]

Watch It | Alexia Putellas x Reader

warnings: none. word count: 1822 based on this request.

“Why aren’t you training with us?”

That was the question on everyone’s lips. You were known for only allowing significant injuries to stop you, so when the team could see you were physically fine, they couldn’t understand why you’d been moved to lighter duties.

You and Alexia had agreed you wouldn’t tell anyone until after your first scan. Being first-time parents, you were suffering from the effects of watching too many movies that had some kind of pregnancy complication in the storyline.

Of course, this secret would be easier to keep if Alexia wasn’t already acting like a lion protecting their young.

It didn’t surprise you. From very early on in your relationship, you’d known that Alexia was a protector. 

When a waitress gave you a little hint of sarcasm in her tone in a restaurant, she was the first to take over the interaction and demand that you be respected. 

When a man who was a little too drunk approached you in a busy bar, Alexia practically flew across the room to take him away from you. 

When the fans had gone a little too hard on you after you were shown a red card in one of the final games of the season, Alexia posted a story of you both, captioning it: Mistakes are lessons, my love. The internet quickly changed their minds, deciding that if Alexia still loved you, so did they. 

All of these little things weren't so little to Alexia, not where you were concerned.

And now you were pregnant, she had two people to protect.

The first half hour of training was fine; you’d managed to fob everyone off by telling them you had an ankle injury. Alexia had been whisked away to talk to the media, leaving you to head to the gym with the rest of the girls.

“How did it happen?” Irene asked.

“What?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Your ankle injury.”

Oops. Yeah.

“It felt a little tight after the game last week, just got worse. Better safe than sorry, I guess.”

“Will you miss this weekends game?”

“Most likely.” You sighed, putting some life into your lies.

As you spoke, you were too distracted to notice that Irene had begun to do some bicep curls beside you, too focused on doing the stretches you’d been given. She was in your space, but nowhere near your stomach.

“Watch it!” Alexia rushed back into the room.

“Ale, it’s…”

“What did I do?” Irene was half confused, half annoyed by your girlfriends tone.

“Uh… If… if you dropped that it could land on her ankle and injure her more.”

“And if Kris Jenner was my mum I could be Kim Kardashian. Both those things equally unlikely to happen. Chill a bit.” Irene shrugged.

You could see Alexia’s annoyance at how careless her teammate was being around you. Worried she might explode and tell everyone the truth, you stood to your feet and wrapped an arm around her to usher her to the other side of the room.

“She doesn’t know, Ale. If she knew, she wouldn’t be so blasé.” You whispered.

“Hm.” She huffed.

“Oi, lovebirds. What’re you whispering about?”

Lucy gave you a jokey nudge as she asked her question at the worst possible time to even breathe the same air as you. When you didn’t respond, she gave you a second nudge with a hum for good measure.

“Watch it!” Alexia’s tone was firmer now.

“What did I do?” Lucy chuckled in disbelief.

“Just… be careful! You could’ve knocked her over and hurt her ankle more.”

“Ale, I’m fine.” You gave her the eyes.

“Yeah… right… sorry. I didn’t sleep much last night.”

As Lucy walked away, you lifted your eyes to give Alexia another stern look, but her sorry smile was already waiting to capture your heart. And it did. 

You smiled back at her, deciding against telling her off. Secretly, you loved the way she would put her life on the line for you. You never had to worry about safety when she was around; you knew that she always had you in her line of sight, ready to attack should you be in danger.

Even if it was slightly annoying sometimes.

“Game of table tennis?” Ingrid asked during your lunch break.

“Game? It’s not really a game when I win all the time, is it?” You poked fun at her.

“Oh, it’s on.”

You were halfway through the game, with only one point in it. You hadn’t forgotten you were pregnant, but it may have slipped your mind momentarily when you angled your body into a shape it definitely shouldn’t have been in.

“Watch it!”

Alexia’s roar from the other side of the room, followed by the thuds of her feet towards you, had turned every head. You already knew how this would go. Half of the team would back Alexia’s worry about your baby ankle, and the other half would tell her she needed to let you have fun.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You reassured her as you stood up straight.

“Be careful.” She mumbled through gritted teeth.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Mapi stand to her feet. You cringed, knowing exactly what was coming. Mapi was dedicated to her career, but she was also dedicated to maintaining mental health. You attempted to open your mouth to speak to her, but she placed her fingers on her lips to shush you, turning her attention to Alexia.

“Ale, she still needs to let her hair down. A healed ankle is no good to us if she is miserable. You of all people should know that about your own fiancé.”

Mapi shook her head, giving Alexia no time to reply before she walked out of the room.

Your heart broke for her; they had no idea she was trying to protect the innocent little life inside of you. They had no idea that you two were yet to hear the heartbeat, willing that day to come as soon as possible so you could finally feel relief. They didn’t know that she was terrified that if anything happened to the baby, you would never forgive yourself. They didn’t know you were pregnant, but she did.

You reached for her hand, wrapping your fingers around hers and giving it a gentle squeeze three times. That used to mean I love you, but recently the meaning had changed to we love you. She gave you a small smile, letting you know that she felt better after hearing feeling your words.

Things got a little better at training, with the two of you managing to make it to the morning of your scan without anymore teammate arguments.

“Training match, ten minutes.” One of the staff members called out.

You helped Alexia tie her hair back, noticing how, after all these years, she still shivered at your touch. 

“Sixty more minutes, Ale. And then we’re going to hear the best sound in the world.” You whispered into her ear.

The team headed onto the training pitch, each person taking their place before kickoff. You were sitting in the dugout, mindlessly staring into the distance and thinking about all the questions you needed to remember to ask this afternoon.

You were so zoned out that you didn’t hear Alexia screaming your name as the ball came flying towards you. You were so zoned out that when it hit your stomach with an almighty thud, you jumped at the scare first before quickly remembering how precious your stomach was these days.

“I told you all to fucking watch it! Watch it! Watch it! Watch it!”

You’d never witnessed Alexia so angry. She was flapping her arms at every single teammate, her dialogue causing them all to screw their faces up in confusion. After all, it was your ankle that was hurting, right?

Once she had finished her mini-breakdown, she ran towards you, holding your shoulders as she pushed you back to examine you from head to toe with her eyes. You pushed your right leg out, giving her those eyes again that told her to keep her composure. Giving the game away at this point could be devastating if the scan didn't go well.

“Check my ankle.” You said sternly without moving your mouth.

She nodded, bending down to examine your ankle as the team groaned about how it hadn’t gone anywhere near your injury. It had just hit your stomach; what was the issue?

“We have to go.” She shouted to the team.

“What?” They shouted back in unison, groaning at her odd behaviour.

“Ale…”

“We’re going.”

She grabbed your hand and led you towards the toilets. You knew what this was about; she wanted you to check if you were bleeding. You knew the ball hadn’t hit you hard enough to cause any damage, but you also knew that she wouldn’t take that as an answer until she could be sure.

“Wait, Ale… Why don’t we just go to the scan now? If we tell them what happened they might take us early.”

She was mad at you. You knew she wasn’t really; she was mad because she had made the pass that led to Ona slicing the ball that hit you in the stomach. You let her be mad at you instead, though, knowing the alternative was her feeling guilty for something out of her control.

“Fine.”

Her anger didn’t last long, just until the faint sound of that beautiful little heartbeat echoed through the hospital room. She jumped from her seat, repeatedly kissing your forehead and reminding you how much she loved both of you.

Threatening to burst with excitement, you two made a stop at the training ground on the way home, partly to allow Alexia to apologise for her outburst and partly to tell the team your news.

She rounded them up into one room, each of them looking as worried as the others, knowing this was the room that players used to announce their departure from the club. She pulled you to your feet gently, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing a kiss on your cheek.

“I want to say sorry for being a psycho.” She began.

“You could say that.” Lucy chuckled.

Alexia looked to you, giving you the opportunity to be the one to deliver the news to everyone. You cocked your head to the side, checking with her that she was happy with that. She responded by interlocking her hand with yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“I don’t have an ankle injury. I won’t be playing for quite a while, I’m sorry.” You sighed.

You couldn’t resist a little suspense, letting each person come to their own conclusion about your statement before continuing.

“We’re having a baby!” You couldn’t help but do a little sob as you finally said those words to your teammates… your family.

Alexia pressed another kiss to the side of your head, her teardrops falling onto your neck. The room erupted with cheers and wolf whistles, the team scurrying from one side to the other to engulf you in a hug.

“Watch it!” Alexia shouted, holding her hand into the air.

“Are you going to say that fifty times per day until the baby is born?” Mapi groaned dramatically.

Yes, she would. And after.

[femme4ngel]

Wil u be writing for Ona Batlle too? Since she might(wink wink) be joining Barça?

yess! id love more barca femeni requests 💕

[femme4ngel]

AHH YAY LEAH

ITS IN THE WORKS🫡🤞

[femme4ngel]

started writing all the leah smuts 🙏🏼🙏🏼💕

[femme4ngel]

Can I have dad Kylian fluff where him and reader have a son and daughter who struggle with nightmares and they have one on the same night so they sleep with Kylian and reader for the night and they have a day out the next day please😭😭i need this

hii im really sorry i don’t write for him:( maybe ask for this with someone else

[femme4ngel]

Hey, are you okay? Haven’t heard from you for a long time, hope you are doing good🫶✨

hii yess im gonna post soon istg🙏🏼

[femme4ngel]

Missing u baby✨ how are the exams going?

theyr going fine i have a small break rn so im gonna post some stuff!

[femme4ngel]

can you pleaseee do a story about haaland being insecure about something while looking at himself in the mirror and y/n enters the room and comforts him then they end up making out

i hv an exam tomorrow but this inspired me hope u like it <3

erling haaland x fem reader

it wasn’t like him to feel down at all. usually he felt full of power and confidence, he believed in himself and couldn’t care less about what others said about him. he was the strong, norwegian viking after all.

but today was different and you noticed it. he did poorly in the match and although city still won, he’s rating was low and his failed shots were posted all over the internet. you felt his sadness and disappointment, the way he walked out of the changing room, the way his usual bright smile faded away. he could take all the criticism about the way he played, he could take it when it was about his talent or the lack of it, but he couldn’t deal with criticism about his looks. you told him not to go on instagram, to not open comments but he couldn’t stop himself. he sat in the changing room for a good 30 minutes scrolling nonstop, every rude comment, every mean word about his face seeping into his mind. he suddenly felt small and uncomfortable in his own skin, and all he craved was your touch and kind words. you noticed immediately as he walked besides you on your way to the car, his fingers holding tightly onto yours, his golden hair laying on his shoulders, his eyes fixated on the floor. he needed soft touches and sweet words whispered into his ears, a hug and kisses all over his cheeks.

and you knew exactly how to make him feel better, how to make the sad pout disappear from his face.

- hey baby what about a bath when we get home? i got a new bathbomb yesterday, its strawberry and vanilla scented. - you look over at him in the car, his eyes are sad and his fingers viciously gripping the wheel but he seems to like your idea a lot, his face lighting up, his cheeks blushing.

you took baths together whenever either of you was feeling down, the bubbles, the relaxation of the warm water and the closeness of your bodies cheering you up instantly. so as soon as you get home you tell him to go and get out of his clothes and wait for a little in the bedroom while you start the bath and collect all the stuff you want to put into it. you eventually gather all of your things, and with the bathbombs and gels in your hand return to the bedroom. you find your boyfriend staring at himself in the mirror, theres a frustrated look spreading across his beautiful features, his eyebrows are furrowed. he looks like he might start crying and you feel your heart breaking by the sight. you walk up to him, hugging him from behind, your smaller frame disappearing into his. your fingers are running up and down on his torso, caressing his skin, drawing circles on his waist. your cheek is resting against his back, hes warm and he smells like him. like erling, like soap and grass and his lingering parfume. you want him to know how beautiful he is, how his touch lights your skin up, how his eyes mesmerize you, how it feels to call him yours.

- can we take the bath and then watch a dumb movie? im so tired, im sorry..- he asks, theres some shame in his voice as he stares at his reflection.

- of course baby, lets go, i think the water is already perfect.- you grab his hand as you guide him to the bathroom, holding him close and tight, wanting to show him how beautiful he truly is.

[femme4ngel]

Miss you bestie 🫶🏻

im gonna be back in a week💕🤞root for me plsss

[femme4ngel]

Hey babes! How is the studying going? 💛✨

its going really well actually!! tysm for asking 💖

[femme4ngel]

Good luck with your exams honey!! Mine are also coming up so I absolutely feel u:D you’ve got this💛✨

tysm!! u also got this ❤️❤️❤️

[femme4ngel]

Hello dear! Are you okay? You said you’ll post but you never did..

I hope nothing has happened to u. Love you lots!💛✨

hii this is v sweet i just have a lot of exams and everything kind of overlaped im so sorry 😭💕💕

loveu

[femme4ngel]

can't waittt for the leah fics

im gonna post one either today or tomorrow 💖

[femme4ngel]

Can you give us a little taste of the stories in your wip? please?

I simply can’t wait for more of your writing😭it’s addicting!

okaay yes definitely this is so sweet tysm! im kind of behind on the leah smuts bc i was so sad about her injury :( but im writing a jude angst/fluff request that’s about y/n and jude breaking up but not telling judes family so they get together once again for a family lunch having to pretend everything is okay.

also it wasn’t a request but im writing some alexia smut☺️

[femme4ngel]

can i req some jude angst, maybe jude x bestfriend! reader who’s crying to him cuz her bf cheated on her and she walked in on it (jude already hated this guy- and all the guys before) and maybe jude gets a mad- a little yelling at her because a) that guy was obviously going to cheat- he was an asshole and y/n is blind, and b) he just doesn’t understand why she’s practically doing this to herself when he’s been right there the entire time- all of this leading to an aggressive confession and maybe a tearful kiss, or even further 😗 thank youuu!! i love ur writing 🫶🏻🫶🏻

𐐪♡𐑂 jude bellingham x fem reader

𐐪♡𐑂 angsty but everything turns out okay 💕

it happened again.your heart was broken into pieces. all you saw when you closed your eyes was him and her. your boyfriend and the girl he told you “ not to worry about”. it happened on your one year anniversary of all dates too. you decided to surprise your boyfriend by baking him a cake and taking it over to his apartment, fantasizing about a romantic dinner and an intimate night in. all of this to find him entangled with another girl on his bed. you ran out of the apartment, after smashing the cake on the bedroom floor, ignoring your boyfriend yelling after you. after finding yourself on the dark street alone and heartbroken you could only think of one person to call. your best friend jude. you called him and he not only comforted you through the phone but also came to get you in his car, picking you up and taking you to back to his apartment. it was clear that you didn’t wanna go back to your place, the house filled with pictures of you and your boyfriend, the memories of the two of you suffocating the rooms. and it has been always like this, judes was your safe place, the place you went to when you felt lost or heartbroken. he would make you food or a cup of hot cocoa, and the two of you would sit on the couch for hours and hours, talking and talking. being with jude made your heart feel at peace, any anxieties vanished from his presence.

so there you were in his car, sitting in the front in complete stillness. you could feel the tension, the way jude was grabbing the wheel, the angry frown on his face. the entire 20 minutes to his house was spent in an utter silence, sometimes interrupted by your sniffles or judes angry huffing puffing. you had no idea what his problem was but frankly you had no energy to ask and get into another argument of the night. and anyways you were sure the minute you arrived to his house it would erupt, jude couldn’t keep thing’s inside for a long time. oh you were so right. the minute you stepped over the sill of his room, he started speaking. his words came out loudly, slurred, filled with anger and so much tension you felt like the room will blow up.

“ you know y/n, i would say im surprised but im really not. he’s been doing this to you ever since you got together. hes a piece of shit y/n! you know i always hated him, but you just kept going back to him. i.. i.. don’t even understand why. when i was here for you all along.. i listened to you and i.. was here you know. and i still am.” - his voice was at first angry and full or repressed feelings, yelling about how your boyfriend was a horrible person but towards the end he quieted down, the confession rolling from his tongue in a sweet shy way.

you didn’t know where to look, what to do. he was standing in front of you, and as corny as it sounds, he was there for you. you were slightly shaking, the thoughts running, racing through your mind. you felt your cheeks blush, your whole body on fire from the adrenaline. how could you answer him? nothing felt enough, no words could express how grateful you felt for him, how your heart broke hearing his confession. you couldn’t let him stand there anymore, his eyes full of sadness and desperation. you reached for him, standing on your tippy toes, your hands cupping his face as you lips pressed against his. he tasted sweet, his lips soft and welcoming. it was such a different feeling than kissing your boyfriend, this kiss left you speechless. his hands around your waist, his tongue overtaking yours, the small sounds he made, the whimpering and heat that filled the room. there was so much emotion between the two of you, neither of you could express by words but as you thumbled around, holding each-other, kissing hungrily, heading towards his bed, all the emotions seemed to flow and get in order.

[femme4ngel]

i hope this is what u guys meant 😭

wip list <3

leah williamson:

switching roles (smut)

first time (smut)

long time ( fluff)

leah x rich reader ( headcannons)

jude bellingham:

still my family ( fluff)

your my best friend ( angst?)