#joão felix fanfic

[iceman-kazansky]

First football fic ever. I don't know much and had to do some research to understand most of this, but overall this was such a great read.

In the beginning, I was rooting for João and reader to end up together and I felt the heartache because he was never really in live with reader. Then, after reading everything about Mbappé and how much better he treated reader and how much he ACTUALLY loved reader, I started rooting for him. This story was such an emotional rollercoaster and I could never be more delighted that I came across it and had the honour of reading it.

if he was MINE final/ João Félix x reader x Kylian Mbappé

Synopsis: Your best friend just got out of a toxic relationship and wants to date you.

Pairings: João Felix x fem!reader x Mbappé

Genre: Love triangle

Breaking News: Breaking news: Kylian Mbappé and Y/N officially call it quits after only a few weeks of dating. Many fans were suspicious of their relationship and suspected they were only short-term. Mbappé is now only focusing on his career and has no interest in starting a new relationship, whereas Y/N has reconciled her friendship with João Félix, and many fans think that might be the reason for the breakup.

1 months and 5 days later

“You good, bro?” Neymar asked, causing his teammate to shut his phone immediately. Even though Neymar pretended he didn’t see the screen, he did. Mbappé was staring at the picture of you wearing his uniform months ago, and even though it was unhealthy, he always found himself reaching for you when he needed motivation.

“Look, I’m not one to get into people’s business, but you don’t deserve this,” Neymar says as he squeezes his friend’s shoulder. “She made her choice, and it’s time to make yours.” Mbappé buried his face in his hands and groaned. “I’ll be fine, thanks.”

It has been over a month since you left him on the balcony without answers. He was disappointed, of course, but more disappointed in you than anything. You could’ve had your chance of freedom from João, but instead, you went back to the same place. "Ayo! it's time!" Hakimi barges in and shouts. Mbappé softly smiles and follows his teammates out of the locker room. Neymar and Hakimi glance at one another before patting their friend on the back.

The Golden Boy: You up for a late night walk?

Y/N: ...... dude its midnight. Why are you still up?

The Golden Boy: can't sleep, I keep thinking about u. 😌

Y/N: well arent you a smooth talker?

The Golden Boy: I’m on my way to ur place.

Y/N: don’t you have an early interview tmr?

The Golden Boy: IDC I want to see you for a bit🥺

Y/N: FINE!

After hearing a beep outside, you grab your jacket and rush down from your apartment. You and João had reconciled your friendship almost immediately after you flew back from France. He apologized and expressed how much he appreciated you. And since he was your best friend of several years, you couldn’t just ignore him forever, so you forgive him. You didn’t expect anything different from him besides friendship, but João has made it obvious that he wanted to further your relationship. And as promised, he has not been in contact with Magui and has been doing fine. But lately, everyone has been on your case for dumping Mbappé to be friends with João again. All his fans have criticized you and have made up numerous rumors, but you were ok with taking the heat because you got him involved in shit he shouldn’t have been in. If things were any different, you would’ve continued your friendship with Mbappé, but that would only complicate things. You guys were bound to be short-term, and the time has expired.

“Took you long enough,” João sarcastically says as soon as you get into his car. “I thought we were going on a walk?” You asked. João playfully rolls his eyes, “and be chased by creeps? Noway.” You chuckled and put on your seatbelt as he drove off. It has become customary for João to spend time with you after practice or after a long day of interviews. He has been trying to prove that he can make time for you and that you guys could be more than just friends. If this were before the scandal, you would’ve said yes within a heartbeat, but this was too early, and you aren’t sure if this was a good scenario. For all people know, you’re a villain for breaking Kylian Mbappé’s heart, and you’re sure people suspect that you’re the reason João and Magui broke up too. It was too early to jump into a new relationship, especially one you aren’t sure about.

“How was work today?” You asked. João shrugs, obviously not wanting to talk about the fact that he was asked about you during one of his interviews. Everyone was dying to know the gossip, but he didn’t want to put you in an awkward position. “Did you get to do anything fun?” You asked. João pretends to think, and then he grins, “yeah, actually, Kai was having a hungover during his interview, so that was interesting to watch.” You laughed and can only imagine the team dying from laughter because of Kai. “What about you?” He asked. “Did you do anything fun at home?” Your smile fades, and you look out of the window. You switched your job electronically after the news that you and Mbappé were over. It turns out, people can get through you in many ways, including harassing you at work and via emails.

“You know I’ll do anything to help you, right?” João asked while placing his hands on yours while the other steered the wheel. “Yes, and I’m thankful for that,” you mumbled. João smiles and pulls up to an empty parking lot of a park with a city and river view. “Remember the time when we used to play in the river like it was a pool? We were drowning ourselves in people’s shit,” he said while laughing. You groan, not wanting to remember that part of your childhood. “That’s so grosssss!” João turns his body, so he can face you as you do the same and lay the side of your head on the leather seat. “I like this,” he whispers. “Just us two with no one against us.” You smile and nod your head.

“I miss us,” you said. “We used to be drama free, but now look at us.” João places his hands on yours and rubs his thumb on your knuckles as he closes his eyes. “Close your eyes. I want to tell you something,” he mumbles. You do as he says and closes your eyes. “This is how I picture our future. You and me living in a big house in a field with gardens and flowers. We would have two boys while you’re pregnant with a girl. I would teach the boys how to play soccer as you watch us from a swing, with a book in your hand. By then, Portugal would at least win 1 World Cup, and I might be close to retirement. Our family would forever grow, and we would have two more kids until we decided that was enough. There would be no drama, just you, me, and our kids. Forever.”

You smile, liking the image popping into your head, but as you imagine your husband, your heart stops. The image of Mbappé smiling at you on the balcony pops up, completely erasing João from the picture. You immediately open your eyes and stare at João, who still has his eyes closed and smiling sweetly. “Wouldn’t that be perfect, Y/N?” He asked. You didn’t respond because you were lost for words. João is definitely your dream boy, but your heart was confusing you by remembering how Mbappé made you feel. You’ve known him briefly, but he was so sweet and everything you wanted a boyfriend to be. But he was too good for you and deserved someone that knows their feelings, and you couldn’t give him that.

“Has Hakimi contacted you?” João asked while tucking your hair behind your ears, and once again, you remembered how Mbappé tucked your hair. “I played his best friend. There’s no way he could forgive me,” you said sadly. João looks at you guiltily before he kisses your forehead. “He’ll come around, don’t worry.” You smile and nod, liking the way João is giving you attention. "Still, I can't imagine how awkward it is for him. He was basically the one that set us up. You know Hakimi has been my friend for a long time too, and his wife is a dear friend of mine also. They both love Mbappe and me, and I feel guilty doing this to him. If anything, Mbappe deserves better than me because he was such a sweetheart and gentleman. I do feel really bad for bringing him into this mess and-" you stop talking after realizing how uncomfortable this must be for João. He seems to also hate the idea of you feeling guilty or any sort of feelings for Mbappe. His ultimate goal is to have you by his side forever, but it was difficult because you won't let go of the two weeks' worth of fling. "Do you still like him?" João asked while staring at you intensely. You didn't answer immediately, so he was uncomfortable shifting in his seat and looking ahead of him. "I have been with you since we were a child Y/N. He's been with you for weeks. Think about it before you do anything risky."

News: PSG loses 3-0 to Bayern, even though they have top players in the team. Fans also noticed that PSG captain Kylian Mbappé was off during the game and wasn't thinking straight. Mbappé, who had proven many times that he could score several goals during the game, seemed unmotivated and showed a lack of spirit. This might also come with the fact that a month ago, he and his ex-girlfriend Y/N L/N called it quit and were under the heat for several weeks. Many fans hope the team gets it together and wins their next game against Chelsea.

Hakimi: Fix him.

Y/N: huh?

Hakimi: I said fix him.

Y/N: u are going to have to be more specific than that.

Hakimi: Kylian. He hasn't been the same since you deliberately dump him like trash.

Y/N: We were never together, so how can I dump him like trash?

Hakimi: Why did I ever think you were smart?

Y/N: 🖕🏼

Hakimi: just talk to him pls. He hasn’t been the same since y’all left ur fake relationship. I think you broke his pride and heart.

Y/N: wow u actually have a heart.

Hakimi: u ass my heart is more pure than urs for sure

Y/N: fine I’ll talk to him. But don’t expect anything else.

Hakimi: got it😏

“If we play like how we played last week, we’re fucked. So let’s get it together,” Hakimi says, mainly staring at Mbappé. He was a bit nervous for his friend because you’re in the crowd, and the opponent was Chelsea. They’ve been preparing daily to ensure they win the match, and Mbappé especially wanted to take the win. But right now, he is a bit concerned because his friend is too quiet. “We win and move on to the next match. Opponents are opponents,” Messi said casually, not understanding the love triangle between you, João, and Mbappé. “And control your emotions. We don’t need any of us to get a red,” Neymar warns while looking at Mbappé. “Speak for yourself, asshole,” Hakimi growls, causing Neymar to laugh. “Hey! I’ll score before you even know!”

“Fuck!” Neymar groans as he stares at the red card in his face. The referee decided he had had enough of the constant argument between Mason Mount and Neymar, so they both were given a red. “Not even one goal,” Hakimi shakes his head as the Brazilian player walks past him. He then looks over at Mbappé, who was awkwardly looking around the stadium, noticing the way people were whispering and taking videos of him. Mbappé had spotted you when they lined up, and for some obvious reasons, he was happy that you weren’t sporting João Félix’s shirt. He was also impressed that you felt confident enough to show yourself in public instead of hiding in the VIP lounge. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” Sergio Ramos whispers in Mbappé's ears, causing the captain to smirk. “Sexy as hell. She needs to know that.” Sergio Ramos laughs and pats Mbappé on the back, “Kylian, you need to get that girl. Just tell her how you feel. You never know.”

Your heart races from the intense game displayed in front of you. Both teams did not want to give up, and it was one goal after another. Kylian Mbappé had scored a hat trick already, whereas João Félix scored two goals. You swear this game gets as many views as the World Cup because everyone wanted to watch the drama. A couple of PSG fans had already tried to get a reaction out of you but but you wore a sun glasses and stay very stern. Hakimi’s wife also tried not to show any type of reaction, but the other players wives and girlfriends were very invested.

“Are you going to talk to him after the game?” Hiba asked while staring at your emotionless face. “Hakimi requested I do, but we’ll see how the game goes,” you shrugged. Hiba gives you a wary look before she turns her focus back to the game. You’re sure she’s judging you; everyone that knows the whole story is judging you. To choose a guy that repeatedly disrespected himself is absurd, but no one knows how it feels. You can’t just abandon a long term friendship for a brief fake romance….not without some reassurance.

João glares at the other team as they hug one another and do their celebration dance. He did not miss the smirk that some PSG players threw at him. Kai and Mason go up to him, both swinging their arms around his shoulders, comforting their teammates. “We lost by one. One fucking goal,” Kai murmurs. João clenches his jaw as he sees Mbappé throws a glance at you, and what makes things worse is you’re looking at him too. “If I lose, I will look like a fool again. I’m going to make sure she’s mine by tonight.”

The Golden Boy: Where are you we need to talk?

Y/N: I’m with Hiba and her kids. We are waiting on Hakimi.

The Golden Boy: it’s important. I need to see u now.

Y/N: What is it? I promised Hakimi I would spend time with them….

The Golden Boy: I’ll come to u.

You look around the VIP lounge, wondering if João knew you’re supposed to have a conversation with Mbappé. He was your best friend, but you don’t owe him an explanation. You left things unanswered with Mbappé, and you’ll regret it one day if you don’t speak your mind.

“Hey, you good?” Hakimi asked when he saw how nervous you were. You just shrugged because you weren’t sure yourself. He was leading you to the private room where Mbappé is. Apparently, Mbappé is supposed to fly out to another country for work, and he’ll be busy for a while, so this was your only chance. “You know you’re supposed to follow what your gut tells you, right?” Hakimi asked when he stopped in front of a secluded area. “Yes, Achraf, thank you,” you said and hugged him. He returns the hug, whispering that everything will be ok.

Your phone rings as soon as you enter the room. Mbappé was already seated, his duffel bag next to him as he scrolled through his phone. He glanced at your phone and the back to your face. “Félix?” He says, already knowing who was trying to take you away. “Yeah,” you mumbled. Mbappé waits for you to pick up the phone, but to his surprise, you turn it off.

You chew on your lower lips as you wait for him to do something, anything, to get rid of the tension. He wasn’t making things easier as he stared at you with an emotionless eye. Your eyes wander to the little bar on the right side of the room, filled and untouched. As you take in your surrounding, Mbappé stands up and make his way toward you. You gulped, stepping a couple of steps back, and in no time, your back hit the wall, and Mbappé was standing a couple of inches from you. He was a lot taller than you and more prominent, and you aren’t sure if you were turned on by the way he was hatefully looking at you. “Say something,” you whispered, wanting to eliminate the strange tension. Mbappé continues to stare you down, his fingertips tracing your curves. “I should hate you. I should ruin you and never feel sorry. I should make you beg for my attention, for my touch, but I missed you too much,” he said, his French accent stronger than usual. “And I’m going to fucking regret doing this, but just remember you were the one that came to me,” he growls, and the next thing you know, his lips are on yours.

It took you nearly a minute to realize that Mbappé was kissing you, and it wasn’t an innocent kiss; it was a passionate kiss. Your heart started beating fast, but your body was reacting to him, and you were fully aware that your arms looped around his neck, bringing him closer. “I should’ve just done this, so you didn’t have to leave me,” he groans. You moan in return, and Mbappé takes that as a cue to kiss your neck. “tu me tue,” he whispers as he kisses your neck, and you don’t have the energy to ask what he is saying. “Kylian,” you whisper when you realize this is getting slightly out of hand. “I know, bébé, I know…” he groans and lays his head on your shoulder, trying to control himself.

After calming down, the both of you sat down, and you glanced at his bag. “I don’t have much time. I got a flight to catch,” he says. You softly smile and look into his eyes; they are still the same. “Hakimi said you are going to be busy for the next couple of months,” you said. Mbappé nodded, smiling lazily as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ears. “Yeah. A lot of offers and interviews and a lot of traveling.” You nod and wait for him to continue, but he waits for you to speak. You sighed, ready to talk about the situation. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, and he smiled. “It’s ok.” You shake your head, “no, it’s not. I acted selfishly and left you with no answer, no closure. Even though we were pretending, we were still friends. I shouldn’t have ditched you like that. Gosh, I felt so bad; Kylian and I have regretted it ever since.” Mbappé glances at an empty wall before he looks back at you, wondering what he should say. “Is that what you see us? Friends?” He asked. You shyly look away and shake your head. “I like you. I concluded after seeing you today and realizing how much I missed you. But I still have unsolved problems that I need to work out.”

Mbappé smiles, his eyes holding hope and a future. He likes you, and you want to know when that all started, but that was a different story. Maybe one day, he’ll share it with you. “Is three months enough?” He asked, and you realize he means that’s how long it’ll take for him to settle back to a regular schedule finally. “Will you still have the same feeling?” You asked because three months is more extended than people think. “I should be the one asking that,” he says, causing you to stare down at your hands. You weren’t going to make promises you can’t make because João is still around. Mbappé can see your unwary eyes, and he tilts your chin so you can look at him. “How about I text you in three months, maybe five days and 2 hours? You still own me the rest of the movie night” He jokes, and you chuckle. “That sounds very specific,” you said, causing him to laugh. “What can I say? I’m very persistent,” he winks.

After talking, Mbappé had to leave to catch his flight, and although he secretly suggested you go with him, you knew you couldn’t run away from your problems. João also needed answers, and you were finally ready to give them to him. “Where have you been?” João asked as soon as you walked into the apartment. He was frustrated with you and annoyed that you turned off your phone. “I was catching up with friends,” you mumbled and placed your bag on the kitchen counter. You look at the dining table that has candles and food laid out. João rented an apartment for you to stay and he had to choose the most expensive one to impress you. “Who are the friends?” He glared at you while asking. You narrow your eyes, annoyed by the way his tone sounded. “That’s none of your business,” you spat, causing him to clench his jaws. He then looks at your neck, and his eyes shift from anger to disgust. “Who the fuck give you a hickey?” He demanded as he moved closer to you. Your eyes widen, and you touch your neck. João grabbed hold of your arm and stared down at the hickey. “You fucked someone” He accused without hesitation. This causes you to frustratedly pull your arms away, “what is wrong with you?” You asked. João ignores your question and walks to the dining table. He then swings his hands across the table, causing plates, vases, flowers, and everything to shatter on the floor. “I’m losing you! Why am I losing you!” He yells. This causes you to step backward, nearly tripping on your way. “You said you were in love with me, Y/N! What happened now? Why do I keep losing!”

You stand there, surprised, annoyed, confused, and angry at the sight before you. João is emotionally not stable right now, and you know there is much more than what he is saying. “João you…what are you saying?” You asked while moving closer to his sulking form. He was now on the ground, his hands bleeding as he cried. “First Magui and now you. I keep losing the people I love to others.” Your heart breaks for him as you rush towards his side and pull him into a hug, ignoring the sting on your knees due to the glass pieces. “You’re going to be fine,” you whispered, soothing him. “I can’t fucking lose you, too,” he mumbles. “Gosh, I loved her so much.” And for the first time, your heart didn’t shatter at the mention of João loving someone else; you’re just here as his best friend, comforting him through the pain. João was still moving on, and you would be the key, but now you realize he was still in pain, still insecure. And you were here as a best friend, not someone with a crush on him. “Y/N, please stay by my side forever. I can’t lose you too.” You smiled because you finally knew what needed to be done, and even though it would break your heart, it had to be done.

1 month later

Breaking News: Portugal and Chelsea player João Félix is spotted on a date with his on-and-off girlfriend, Magui Corceiro. This happens only a month after he and his former best friend Y/N L/N unfollow one another, and him confirming that they’re no longer friends, and it’s a mutual decision. Y/N, on the other hand, decided to go private on her social media and has been staying quiet. Many fans are disappointed in Felix’s decision to return to Magui, but many think this has to happen so Y/N can finally leave the friendship. As for Y/N’s former fling, Kylian Mbappé, many fans hope there is a reconciliation because they still follow one another.

3 months, 5 days, and 2 hours later

Kylian: Hey bébé, wanna finish up that movie? ✈️🇫🇷

Y/N: ……..pick me up ❤️

The End

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[purinfelix]

talking shit with joao bc we’ve seen this man gossip on the field i feel like gossiping with him is so fun esp if him and his gf went to and athletic event of some kind and during halftime or before the game starts whenever the jumbotron shows them you just see joao and his gf gossiping (joao would cover readers mouth so lip readers and the internet don’t start shit!) also this is lipgloss joao imagine anon hi! :)

a/n: ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED with this idea omg thank u lipgloss anon you never disappoint oml 🙏

Even if it made your head spin a little, you were grateful for how loud the stadium was since it made gossiping with your boyfriend easier. Leaning over to him for what seemed like the thousandth time you whispered a snarky remark in his ear, leaning back with a satisfied smile after seeing him break into a smile.

Sure it might not have been the best thing to be doing at a basketball match you had been specially invited to, but it sure was fun. The screech of a whistle signified the end of the second quarter and you watched as the attention shifted away from the courts. People around you hurried to beat the bathroom lines or to grab a drink, but you and your boyfriend stayed put.

“Look over there,” you hear him chuckle and you did as you were told, eyes landing on a couple clearly in a fight. Your smile only widened when you noticed the two of them wearing different jerseys.

You were in the process of leaning over to offer another comment, but you noticed your boyfriend’s eyes drifting upwards. Regardless you started anyways, before his hand came up, gently bumping the side of your cheek as he shielded it. Looking at your confused expression, he let out a low chuckle as he nodded to the giant screen hovering over the centre of the court.

“All eyes are on us baby, be careful,” looking upwards, you were met with the giant image of the two of you. Trying your best not to look ridiculously guilty at being caught in the act you smiled and gave a shy little wave.

The guilt's effect didn't last long though since the minute the cameras switched to someone else, you returned to whispering to your boyfriend - only this time you were sure to cover your mouth.

[httpsdana]

hiiii can i please request a joao felix fic where they do the ‘a boy who’s jacked and kind’ tiktok trend!! i think it’ll be really cute! love ur fics xx

Jacked and Kind~João Fèlix

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

João was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his TikTok fyp when he suddenly burst out laughing. “amor, you need to see this”

She glanced over, eyebrow raised, as he showed jer a video of a couple participating in the trending challenge to Sabrina Carpenter’s song.

The boyfriend lifts his girlfriend onto his shoulder with ease, flexing his muscles and looking ridiculously proud.

“Oh, no,” she groaned, already sensing what was coming. “You’re not going to make me do that, are you?”

João’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Oh, I’m absolutely going to make you do it. You’ve seen these arms, right?” He flexed dramatically, giving his bicep a quick squeeze.

She laughed, rolling her eyes. “Please, João. I’m not exactly lightweight, you know.”

“amor, I’m practically a superhero. I lift cars for fun.” He gave her a teasing look, clearly trying to be serious, but the way he said it made her giggle.

“Okay, Mr. Superhero,” she teased. “But if you drop me, I’m posting it to the internet, and you’ll never live it down.”

“I won’t drop you,” he said confidently, then added with a playful smirk, “But you’ll definitely post it, right? Gotta show off my muscles to the world.”

She raised an eyebrow, her arms crossed. “You’re such a child.”

“oh shut up” João replied , leaning in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “Now, come on, let’s make this video. We’re gonna go viral.”

She sighed dramatically but gave in, standing up from the couch. “Fine, but if I break my back, I’m blaming you.”

“You’ll be fine, princesa. Just trust me,” João said with a wink. “You ready?”

She grabbed her phone, adding the song and preparing to film as he positioned himself. He flexed his arms one last time and gave her a wink. “Okay, on three. Hold on tight, and don’t look scared.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m not scared, just... cautious.”

“three...two...one” João counted with the TikTok counter

In one fluid motion, João crouched down, then lifted her effortlessly onto his broad shoulders.

She yelped in surprise at how quickly it happened, but João’s hand was already on her thigh, holding her steady, while the other arm flexed proudly in front of the camera.

“Whoa, you actually did it,” she said, half in shock, half in awe. She couldn’t stop smiling, though she was still a little unsure of the whole thing.

João looked up at her with that proud grin. “Told you, princesa. I’m jacked and kind. A perfect match for this trend.”

She couldn’t help but laugh, trying to keep her balance. “You look like you’re about to audition for a bodybuilding competition.”

He flashed her a teasing wink, flexing again for the camera. “All for you, meu amor. Look at these muscles. You’re lucky to have me.”

“Lucky? I’m more like terrified,” she joked, her grip tightening on his shoulders as he started moving around a bit.

“Oh, come on, you love it. Admit it,” he teased, giving her a wink. “The view from up here is pretty great, right?”

She smirked. “Well, I guess it is. But don’t get too cocky, okay?”

“Too late,” João said, his grin growing wider as he flexed once more. “This is how you do it, amor.”

“Okay, okay,” she laughed, rolling your eyes. “I’m impressed. Just put me down already the phone stopped filming ages ago.”

“you’re making me look good right now though.”

She laughed at his words before he gently lowered her back down, his hands sliding to her waist to steady her.

She stood there, grinning up at him. “Okay, I’ll admit it. You’re strong.”

He gave her a proud look, holding up his phone to check the video. “Told you! This is gonna get so many views.”

“You’re so full of yourself,” she teased, poking him in the chest.

“I’m full of you, meu amor,” João said with a wink, pulling her in for a kiss. “Now let’s post this before I start flexing again. Don’t want to break the internet with all this muscle.”

Dhe laughed against his lips. “Alright, alright. your fan girls are gonna love this video”

He pulled back, laughing at her words. “oh the edits will be amazing”

She smiled up at him, nodding head.

“Of course they'll be. your fans never miss”

João laughed, pulling her closer for another kiss. “I don't care about them. I just want everyone to know that I'm real boyfriend material”

She laughed at his words, leaning her head against his chest as they settled on the couch, their video long forgotten as they spent the rest of the evening in each other's arms.

my taglist: @barcapix @paucubarsisimp @spidybaby @mxryxmfooty (lmk if you want to be added!!)

[sukunasbow]

skates and cleats.

pairings: joão félix x fem!reader.

warnings: requested by anon and i used google translate for one comment so it might be inaccurate.

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yourusername love you, happy one year 🫶🏻

joaofelix79 love you more 😊

user8 YALL HAVE BEEN HIDING THIS FOR A YEAR??

user22 how’d they do it fr 😭 i thought they started dating just like a month before y/n’s posts idk

user19 had us fooled omg

user6 everybody say thank you to y/n for freeing him from his ex

user10 we should thank joão too omg 🥴 both their exes are flops

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[n0vazsq]

All I wanted | Joao Felix x Reader

pairing . . . joao felix x ex!reader

summary . . . Joao was tired; tired of the memories, tired of the dreams, tired of the flashbacks. Everything led back to you and the moment where he lost you. It drove him insane, but all he could was reminisce the time you had together in solus.

request . . . no!!

word count . . . 758

warnings . . . angst!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . a little short but yeah!! wrote this in school in a little hurry so ignore any typos or mistakes!!

. . . It was after training and Joao had just come home, his bones aching and breath ragged. He shivered slightly, the cold air of the house hitting his skin. The usual warmth was gone, now replaced with a cold, empty presence. No one was there to fill the absence.

He could hear his breathing echo throughout the walls, the quietness of the house louder than he thought, more than he thought it would be. For a second, he waited to hear your voice, stopping whatever you were doing and coming out to hug him.

But it wasn't there. The lack of your presence was obvious; no sounds, no footsteps, and certainly no rush to greet him.

He sighed slowly, taking off his shoes and walking into the kitchen. He subtly noted the mug out of place, which would normally be in the cupboard by now. As he walked to the fridge, he prepared himself to step on one of your hair clips, except they weren't there.

Joao felt like a stranger in his own home, as if he was intruding. Something was missing.

You were missing.

The living room felt too dark, too cold without you, and as he sat on the couch, he groaned at the uncomfort he felt. What once felt like a cozy, safe haven was now a lumpy, stuffy thing under him.

He hesitated, debating whether he should actually sit down or if he should sit on the chair to his right, as if he’s unsure whether it's still his space.

As he sank into the couch, he felt a weight he didn't expect, like it’s not quite the same anymore. It smelled faintly like you, the scent throwing him into a haze of memories and flashbacks

Ache filled his chest, heart longing for you. But you weren't there anymore, and it was all his fault.

Memories of you two flashed through his mind; laughing till you couldn't breath, laying down under the stars, holding each other to sleep, the simple comfort of just being around you.

Every single thing around him reminded him of you, even things he didn't realise were yours. Once, he felt warm and lovable, but now? Now he felt like a cold, empty void filled his heart. Everything seemed different, even the air.

Everything led back to you.

It was him who pushed you away, who told you he needed space, when all he needed was you. He regretted everything he said that night, so much. He knew he was hurting, and took it on you. The only person who actually understood him.

And just like, you were gone out of his life. He remembers the door banging shut as you left, his voice hoarse from shouting and arguing with you, a crumpled tissue in his hand, full of the tears you wiped away from your eyes and threw at him.

He didn't know why he did it, why he ended things. But he knew he wanted you back, so badly. And now, he's left wondering if you two could've fixed it, or if it was already too late by the time he finally realized.

He felt his heart tighten, the longing pain taking a hold of him. Everything seemed to suffocate him, as if a snake was being around his body, its hold tight and choking. His surroundings felt empty. Dark. Overwhelming.

The silence was deafening. Joao couldn't take it anymore.

The remote was laying beside him, and he grabbed it, switching on the large TV screen in front of him. The light shining at his face was too bright, and the show that was on was your favourite.

He'd do anything to get you to come home to him. To kiss him. To hug him. To love him.

Joao regretted his actions, he knew he messed up. He should've gathered his thoughts and followed you out as you shut the door. He should've went to your apartment and begged you for forgiveness. If he had done that, maybe he wouldn't be thinking about it now.

The idea haunts him, that everything between you could've been fixed with a few words, a little patience. He could be with you now, but no, he was and idiot and he lost you because of it.

The reality hits: it’s over. He knows you can’t go back to what you were. He tries to distract himself with everything around him, but it feels pointless. Everything felt pointless.

For now, all he could do was spend his days in a haze, reminiscing you

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[pedriache]

anything joão please 💗 i love you you’re my favorite writer

Like real people do 𖦹 João Félix !

summary. spending a warm, raining night with joão was everything and anything you could ever ask for.

word count. 510+

disclaimers. fluff!! + kiss

authors note. for my pooks @joaoflms <3 and thank you anon loves youuu sorry this is lowk ass

The rain splattered softly against the window, creating a soothing rhythm that filled the apartment—aside from the soft music coming from your record player. You were curled up on the couch, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, staring at the storm that raged outside. João walked in from the kitchen, carrying two mugs of hot chocolate. His hair was still slightly damp from the rain he’d walked through earlier to get inside the apartment complex.

“Looks cozy in here,” he spoke, voice warm and soft as he handed you one of the mugs.

“Thanks,” you murmur, taking it from him with a smile. Your fingers brushed, and you felt a light flutter in your chest, even though you’d been together for months now.

João had a way of making your heart race without even trying.

He eased onto the couch beside you, his body instantly radiating warmth. “Move over!” The brown haired man teases, nudging your knee gently.

Your eyebrow quirks, “there is plenty of room.” Your protests were followed by a short laugh, but João only furrowed his eyebrows further.

“Not if I want to sit next to you,” João replied, already moving to lift your blanket so he could join in on the comfort it provided.

Shifting slightly to make room, he settled in beside you, draping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. The scent of rain mixed with your boyfriend’s cologne filled the small space, adding an extra sense of comfort for you.

“You didn’t get too cold out there, did you?” You ask while laying your head down onto his shoulder.

Dark brown eyes found yours and he spoke, a small smile gracing his lips, “No. Not when I knew I’d be coming in to this.”

Raising an eyebrow, your lip curls into a smirk. “To this? You mean to hogging my blanket and personal space?”

He was quiet for a moment, eyes flickering across your features, his expression softening into something words couldn’t quite capture.

“No,” He starts slowly, “I mean, you.” Your breath catches in your throat as his words sunk in. He really did have a way with words, always has.

Regaining your composure, you hide your flustered state by quipping, “you’re such a sap.” Lifting the warm mug to your lips, you take a sip of your hot cocoa, hiding your smile.

“Oh, whatever! You love it.” He shot back, his grin playful despite how right he—and you—knew he was.

You couldn’t even argue with that. Instead, you set your mug on the table beside you and rest your head on his shoulder once again.

“I do, I really do.” You admit softly, voice barely above a whisper.

João doesn’t respond. He simply sets his mug beside yours, eases his index finger under your chin and lifts it. Your chest tightens as his head dips to yours, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

He only pulls away for a short second so he could mumble a small, “I love you”, before his lips were back on yours.

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[highdreaming]

Preferences: Protective Things He Does

💢 All the works are pure fictions, for entertainment purposes only so please, read it at your own will.

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» Pedri + Gavi + João Félix

AN: Please like, reblog and give me feedback!

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Pedri 

He knows you’re someone that enjoys staying home most times, not really being a very outgoing person and he’s more than fine with it. He usually doesn’t go out much either, you two keeping company to each other while watching a movie. 

But sometimes, when you’re forced to go out - to a Barcelona’s party or event to accompany your boyfriend, Pedri makes sure to keep tabs on you all night. He hates to leave you by yourself and always makes sure to check up on you, even if the other WAGS are there to keep you company. 

Pedri knows how stressful and socially awkward it can be for you and he tries his best to make sure that you’re doing alright and having fun. 

He always finds you, pressing a sweet kiss in your temple while asking into your ear if everything is fine and promising that you guys will leave as soon as he’s finished with whatever press/publicity he has to do. 

All the girls love to swoon over his actions, commenting how sweet Pedri is for always looking out for you while his teammates love to tease him about the whipped boyfriend he is. 

But in the end Pedri only cares about your well-being and as long as you’re fine, he’s happy.

"Hey, honey. Everything good around here? Give me just more 5 minutes and then we're good to go."

Gavi

Gavi has a bad temper, which is activated every time he reads all the negative comments you get online because you’re dating him.

All those nasty people that keep hitting your self-confidence, making you feel bad about yourself when in reality he’s the one who feels lucky to have you in his life. Your social media is often flooded by comments and messages telling you that you don’t deserve Gavi. 

It makes his blood boil to read them and he can’t stop himself from stalking all those accounts, blocking and reporting all of them, one by one. It’s his guilty pleasure, one that you don’t know about. 

It’s annoying and tiring to say the least, cause they always make new accounts but it’s worth it when you mention to him that occasionally the hate stops all of the sudden.

It always comes back, but he loves to retaliate against those people that are complete jerks to you and sometimes even exposes them by mentioning them in his own social media, making sure everyone knows what type of disgusting people are out there, hiding behind a screen. 

Plus, he also reports all the pervert male comments under the pictures you post ;) only this time, it’s because of jealousy. 

"Someone keeps reporting the hate accounts? Really, is that so? Wow, that's nice, right?"

João Félix

João’s life is quite busy and it’s very frustrating for him that he can’t always be there for you as much as he wants to because of all the practices, games and traveling. 

He constantly worries about something bad happening to you while he’s away and because of that, João insists on texting and calling you when he’s not around. 

He just wants to check if you got home safely, reminding you to lock the doors and windows at night, to make sure you activate the alarm system before you go to bed. 

If you don’t answer his calls or take too long texting back, he’ll get so anxious especially because he’s far away, unable to do anything in case there’s an emergency.

João will probably spam you a bit and if he’s feeling too uneasy, he might check the security cameras of the house to make sure you’re safe and sound. 

Sometimes you might get a bit annoyed at his protective side, but you never lash out on him, knowing that he gets afraid of the dangerous times we live in.

"Hey, are you okay? Okay, that's good. I just got a bit worried cause you didn't text me all day. Now that I know you're fine, I feel way better, babe."

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Please don't ignore me :(

[joaofelix70]

A CRESCENT LOVE, AN EPHEMERAL PASSION | joão félix sequeira.

summary: you and joão spent all the summer together. you even met his friends and brother. could this be the beginning of a crescent love or just an ephemeral passion? his friendship with his ex would ruin everything between the two of you?

author's notes: after the win against luxemburgo, where portugal national team set the record of goals, his ex just posted "mysterious" pics with floki, his dog. joão was also there, almost hidden, actually. we all know she always does it, never assuming anything maturely, but instigating the frustration of the fans who care about him and to make every gossip website and tv show talk about it, just like a teenager who wants attention would act. basically, this inspired me. i really don't hate anyone, by the way. even thought influencers who don't spread any impactful content and nepobabies with no talent and only standard beauty annoys me, i can't lie.

warnings: bad language (of course it's joão saying the words), chaotically humorous almost all the time, but also involving sadness and angst. implicit sex reference, i guess? maybe?

what do you feel when you hear my name? shame? embarrassment?

does your brain even bring you any sign or memory involving me?

do you ever think about me?

are your moments with her comparable to ours?

can we talk? can we communicate?

is it my fault? do you miss me?

your head was drunk for the whirlwinds of questions that piled up and get bigger, like waves. they seemed to be drowning you. the glowing light and peace of your woody brown gaze gives you triggers. his smile remains embedded, in your heart, an eternal home. the numbness and wrapping of his lips, every inch of his tanned skin and firm muscles being appreciated and admired by you. his hair was shiny, soft and full by the salty waters of the european beaches: always caressed for you. his laughs at you giving him the most silly and lazy hairstyles, with you pretending to be a professional who was filming your customer to tiktok.

“do that pose! yes, your hand against your face! now, give me that playboy eye. just like that! you’re doing amazing, sweetie!”

when you get carried away in the game ‘who am i?’ and tried so hard doing the mimes, jumping excitedly and demonstrating your animation in a loud tone, before covering your own mouth and feigning naturalness, just to repeat the same instant acts.

when you made joão watch your random dances as soon as you won at uno and he’d tell how hilarious you were. when you cooked your regional foods and desserts for félix, his brother who’s hugo, alex — the photographer — diogo from the movemind channel and all of his friends. when he used to hold your face, rest his touch on your waist and thighs. tracing his fingerprints across your scalp, reveling in the ethereal smell of your hair, laying his lips against your entire face and stature, exalting you completely: from your ears, neck, collarbone, belly, legs and even your feet. being a gentleman, joão opened the car door for you, he intertwined the hands of you both in every single opportunity and helped you eat: having the cutlery for you to open your mouth and giving you support with the napkin. when you did his goal celebration. when the two of you invented a handshake, along with various inside jokes. for example, when joão posted many videos of him swimming and playing in the ocean.

“hey, flounder! ‘the little mermaid’? i loved it!”

“why am i not your ariel, tho?”

“why you didn’t say you’d prefer to be eric of the real life?”

“give me some respect, i’m the protagonist of this shit!”

“slay, king!”

you remember singing the songs that played in his car in the most chaotic way, using his hand as a microphone and taking the opportunity to kiss all over it and his fancy bracelets. you offered him affection biting his skin and enjoyed acting like his personal masseuse. you called him ‘my prince of portugal’.

“please, don’t become a stranger.” your last words, face to face. the intensity of the summer weeks of vacation, which were already ending, consuming you.

“you know i’d never do that. look, you’re such a unique person, and even though we’re gonna go back to our busy routines, i still wanna keep you in my life. i still wanna be that close to you.” joão declared and they both found comfort in each other’s arms. his perfume granted the beg leave and penetrated your lungs, giving you life. you felt like you shouldn’t let it go, but there was nothing else to accomplish. you were single, so was he. you ask yourself if everything would be different. maybe if you had tried your lips once again: asking him to give a chance to them, to have more. to not leave what you went through, together, in the box of forgotten memories. would that really suffice, though?

"it's obvious that you’d choose the blonde influencer with light eyes, slender body and member of a rich family. the one who was with a formula 1 racer days before she went to meet you. before you just disappear from my life, without saying anything. the one that doesn't show an ounce of authenticity and, of course, affective responsibility. who am i in comparison to her?! right, joão?" your voice flashed the disparity of fragility and indignation, trembling hands clutching the phone.

“y/n, listen to me. you’d never understand it, okay? you’re not inside this relationship, me and her are. you’re seeing it from the outside, just like everyone else. yeah, she was hanging out and making out with other people. so was i with you. but then, some things changed.” john seemed to be busy. echoes of other people's voices ran through the call.

“nothing has happened between us since the vacation, joão. what doesn’t make sense because i thought you were liking me. i only think about you!” you vented out and received silence. his answers tried to become existent and complete. he stammered, the audible sound of his familiar backwards cap being pulled off and his honey-colored hair being rubbed against his own fingerprints.

“do you think i don’t like you? holy shit, y/n. i even thought we could have so much more. a future together and everything. i think about you and i swear in the name of my family, and i already said that they mean the fucking world to me. the thing is: there’s something that still keep me going back to her. i don’t know if it’s because i’m with her since i was younger, but…”

“joão, this is emotional dependence. i’m sorry to tell you this, however, it’s necessary. i care about you. you’re so internally and externally beautiful, precious, successful and talented. you deserve better!” you interrupted him, stepping back and forth.

“y/n, i love her. when i looked at you…”

“she’s all that you see, right?”

“hm… yeah…” félix found himself in a bind. paralyzed, he remained without an answer for a while. the coldness of the material of his gold necklace touches his tongue: a way to combat the nervousness that generates the gnawed nails.

“my toxic behavior wants to help and fix you so badly, but i know i can’t get more involved than that. i’m not the one for you.” the words reproduced by yourself reinforced the fragmentation of your heart.

“j, baby… are you coming or not? i’m waiting for you, floki is waiting for his dad!” you heard that female voice call to him and realized the way that just this factor made his breathing destabilize.

“i think this is officially the end of whatever we had, joão. goodbye!” your voice was unstable and he realized it: sharp as deep, transparent and suffocating waters.

“i wish you the best, y/n. i apologize for not being what you expected, what you needed, and…”

“caralho, joão! que merda! (holy fuck, joão! what the hell?). come on, give me your phone!” the girl began to rant. her heels against the floor were exclamatory. she was running out of patience.

the call is over. again, you were superimposed on the ocean of blazing tears. you tried to convince yourself that everything went the way it was supposed to be.

but was it for real?

[loviingpedri]

scooby doo - joao felix

warnings: cursing, halloween decorations such as fake blood being mentioned, drinking, grammar issues

prompt: halloween special with joao.

“joao! our costumes came in. come try it on. i even got floki something.”

“what are we even suppose to be?” joao picked up the white shirt and orange fabric in confusion. he was trying to piece the idea together, but it didn’t make sense.

“how do you not know what scooby doo is?” looking at him in pure disgust for not knowing the most iconic show.

“isn’t it that one show with that dog and haunted house stuff.” he got the idea, but he still seemed unsure.

“yeah it is. look, i even got floki the collar that scooby wears. try on your outfit!” halloween being a close second to your favorite holiday. mostly for dressing up without any embarrassment. and, spending it while hanging out with your soulmate.

this year was your turn to host the halloween party. fake hand prints of blood on all of your walls. brownies with zombie hands with skeleton cake pops. this event was too good to only happen once every year. little toy spiders hanging that cause floki to bark. stickers of bats that seem to lead inside the house from the front door.

without joao, your ideas would’ve never made it out of your head. it seemed only right you were celebrating a festive day with someone who matched your energy.

“our house is nice. we did good.” joao stood next to you with his hand on your waist. admiring the house in your couples costume. “you know what’s nicer?”

interrupting your thoughts, “what?” you thought you messed something up for a second.

“how good you look in purple.”

you quickly turn flustered at his words. laughing off his flirtatious comment, it was still time to get the house prepared for your guests and trick-or-treaters.

joao put on floki’s scooby doo collar as you made sure the drinks were cold for the night.

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more guests flowed in throughout the night. both you and joao taking shots for entertainment, careful not to get drunk so easily.

beer pong being a popular game. it reminded you of college, except you didn’t have to rush to class the next day. everyone was so happy, making you even happier.

setting aside with your boyfriend. it was finally time for some pictures. modeling for the camera as he held onto you tightly.

“i wish i could pause time right now.” he spoke gently, but loud enough for you to hear.

“how come?”

“i don’t think any other halloween can compete with this one.” joao was never the type to really sink in with the decorations. he only admired you being happy. you were glad he understood where the deep connection came from.

the door bell rang. more trick-or-treaters were coming often. opening the door as joao was getting the bucket of candy, you weren’t ready for the surprise.

joao almost dropped the bucket as in front of the door were two kids also dressed as fred and daphne. making eye contact with your boyfriend, you could only see what he was thinking about.

“trick or treat!” the two kids yelled as your heart melted.

“it’s our twins. very nice costume young man.” joao bent down to give them extra candy for their costumes. something about the kids warmed your heart.

as they said their thank you and you closed the door. you and joao shared a smile, knowing that you both wanted to spend the rest of your life together.

[i9messi]

hii! i haven't seen alot of people write for João Felix so i wanted to request a João Felix x Reader where reader does a prank on Felix by calling him another guy's name and maybe in the end they cuddle and Felix is lying is head on Reader's chest! It's currently 12AM for me and i was craving some Joao Felix 😭! Take care of yourself, love you!<3

Wrong name — João Félix

Word count — 742

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"What did you say?"

You looked at your boyfriend, noticing that the expression on his face changed completely. He had been smiling moments before, but now he seemed confused and intrigued by the name that had come from your lips.

The thing is, you had asked him to hand you the TV remote, but you had used another name to call him. That had left him static in his place, with a frown on his beautiful face.

"Sorry, João."

"You said Nico. Who is Nico?"

"No one, I just- I got confused."

You were playing a prank on him to find out what his reaction was, you just wanted to know how he was going to react to hearing you call him by another name, and you were watching him right now. He didn’t like it at all.

"How can you get my name wrong? I’m your boyfriend."

"Sorry babe." You tried to act innocent and of course, João didn’t even believe you.

"Who’s Nico?"

"João, I just got confused for a second."

"Fine."

João got up from the coach, in a complete silence that made you realize that you had ruined everything. You didn’t think he’d take it so badly, maybe you expected him to ask a few questions, but not that he seemed offended. You also got up from the coach where you were sitting and tried to hold his hand. Your boyfriend kept walking.

"Babe, don’t get mad, it was just a mistake."

"I’m not mad."

João was so serious, it was obvious that he was angry about your supposed mistake. Hell, you didn’t expect him to be angry. Your boyfriend kept walking and you looked at his back.

"Then, why are you leaving?"

"You better go talk to Nico, whoever that guy is."

João went to the room you shared, closing the door behind him. You thought his anger would go away quickly and he would surely realize that his jealousy was silly, but he didn't return. João didn’t used to be a jealous boyfriend, he usually knew that you were in love with him and you were his. That’s why you decided to play that prank too, thinking he wouldn’t be mad at you.

As you already felt bad about what had happened, you went in search of him. João was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling. His eyes joined for a moment, until he turned his attention back to the ceiling.

"C'mon babe, we should talk." You walked by his side.

"Won’t you get confused with my name this time?"

"João... it was a prank. I wanted to see how you would react if I called you by another name. I didn’t think you would get angry."

João looked at you silently, beginning to understand that there was no one else in your life. João was your boyfriend and you loved him with all your heart, just like he loved you. Before you met him you didn’t used to believe in soulmates, until him. Now you were sure he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. He was significant to you.

"But-why? It wasn’t even funnier."

"I know, I’m really sorry now. Please, babe..."

You sat up beside him in bed, joining your hands in a grip. Your voice was a much lower volume from where you laid. João stroked your hand, pleased to solve that misunderstanding.

"Could you forgive me? There is no Nico, it was just a prank. I love you and I could never mistake your name."

"It’s fine, pretty."

One way or another, João ended up lying on your chest, his ear stuck to your heart. You caressed her hair, which was completely disheveled. His arms gently came around you, securing your place. You could stay like this all day, unwilling to do anything but show your love.

His kisses trailed down your chin, leaving love bites on your neck. You felt his hot, sloppy wet kisses all over your body, especially in your lips. You had to gasp for air, but João still leaned in, eyes closed, lips parted, absolutely wanting more.

"I love you. I know I say it a lot, but I truly mean it." your boyfriend said to you, while your gazes met. "Did you love me?"

"I love you so much, and I never want to hurt you, João."

You had the best boyfriend ever.

[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.”

[purinfelix]

this is similar to one of your gavi blurbs but i feel like joao felix would have a million of your lip products around him and he doesn’t mind it one bit it’s in his car, room, bathroom all over his house and fans would catch on when they take pictures with him in his car and they just notice a pink lip gloss in his cup holder or on the passenger seat of his car

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a/n: omfg this is such a cute idea anon !!! ur mind <333

"Oh my gosh," your boyfriend whipped his head around at your gasp, "look at this."

You turned your phone to show him a recent post of him driving to and from training that morning, and his brows furrowed as he tried to understand what exactly you were showing him. It wasn't until the video paused and zoomed into the cupholders of his car that he got it.

"Those are yours!" he laughed, nodding to the several lip glosses the video pointed out.

"Well, no duh of course they're mine," you sighed, "I totally forgot to take them out the last time you dropped me off!" You were surprised he wasn't as worried about this as you were, considering that your relationship wasn't yet public.

"Don't worry about it baby, let them theorise, it's fun," he shrugged nonchalantly. A silence filled the room as he sunk down onto your bed beside you, noticing the worry still remaining on your face. "If you're that worried about it, we'll just have to remember to take them out next time, hm?"

You knew you were being slightly ridiculous but his soft tone and hand moving to intertwine with yours brought a level of comfort that settled your nerves. Nodding, you gave him a soft smile.

"To be honest, I'm surprised it took them this long to spot one, I swear you leave those things everywhere," your boyfriend sighed snarkily, earning a punch in the arm from you.

[httpsdana]

Hii! So I've been stalking your profile for quite a while now🙌🙌 and I wanted to make a request with joao felix (prompts 1, 51, 127 and 147) in which they're best friends but like crushing in each other, until one day he sees her with a guy she got partnered with to make a project and starts being clingy and possessive, thank youuu💕💕

Bestie~João Fèlix

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

1-"is that my t-shirt?"

127-"Am I… your lock screen?” “You…weren’t supposed to see that.”

147-“I’m not jealous. It’s just… you’re mine.”

João and y/n have been best friends for years, but lately, there's been a shift. The familiar comfort they've always shared is starting to feel charged with something more—small glances that linger, touches that seem to spark, and casual teasing that seems to hide something deeper. Neither of them has acknowledged it, though, each waiting for the other to make the first move.

The change becomes especially noticeable when y/n got paired up with a guy from her class for a big project. João tries to play it cool, but he starts showing up at her place more often. Every time he catches her talking about her project partner, she notices his brow twitching, his gaze sharpening.

One afternoon, she was running late for a study session with her partner when Joao knocks at her door. He walks in like he owns the place, wearing a casual smile as he sits down on her couch. y/n throws on a t-shirt she found on her bed,not realizing it was his shirt, before grabbing her bag, not thinking much of it until she notices his eyes following her.

“Is that my t-shirt?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow with a smirk.

“Oh…yeah,” she admitted, tugging at the hem. The shirt is just a little too big, hanging comfortably around her shoulders. “I guess it is.”

“Right,” he murmurs, crossing his arms as his eyes linger on her, something unreadable in his gaze. “Not anymore, though.”

You pause, taken aback by the edge in his voice. He stands up and grabs his keys, muttering that he’ll drive her to meet her partner. As they both head out, he seems quieter, his jaw set in a way that makes her wonder if something’s on his mind.

As her project goes on, Joao’s visits become a routine. He drops by at random times, sitting next to her and her partner with a watchful, almost possessive look. One day, he even brings coffee for her, his hand lingering on hers a second too long as he hands her the cup.

“João,” she says one day, looking at him skeptically as he settles in beside her again, glancing warily at her partner.

“What?” he asks, acting all innocent.

“You’re here a lot lately. Don’t you have practice or something?” she teased, but there’s an underlying curiosity in her voice.

He shrugs, leaning back with a smirk. “Just making sure you don’t get too distracted, you know? Can’t let my best friend forget about me.”

“Forget about you?” she laughed, rolling her eyes. “Impossible.”

He grins, but there’s something softer, almost vulnerable in his gaze. He watches her for a second, as if he wants to say something else, but the words stay unspoken.

A few days later, Joao has an away game and won’t be around, so y/n finally spend the day at the library with her partner. Just as she's finishing up, her phone buzzes. It’s João, calling from God knows where, his name lighting up her screen. She answers the call, already smiling.

“Hey! How’s the game prep going?” she asks, hearing the noise of the locker room in the background.

“It’s… going,” he replies, but there’s something off in his tone, as if he’s distracted.

“whats wrong?." she asks, sensing something wrong

He sighs, and she hears the faint rustling of him moving away from the noise. "you were with your project partner today?” he asks, trying to keep his voice light but failing.

“Yes, João,” she chuckled, amused at his unusual tension. “It’s just a project, you know that.”

“Right,” he mutters, sounding almost annoyed. “Well, don’t get too used to his company, okay?”

y/n laughwd, brushing it off, but it leaves her with a strange feeling. It’s unlike him to sound this possessive, and for the first time, she started wondering if maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way she does.

A few days later, Joao is finally back, and y/n was still working on the project in the library when he texts, asking to hang out. She decides to meet at her place after her session. When she walks in, he’s already lounging on her couch, casually scrolling through his phone.

She kicks off her shoes, plopping down beside him with a grin. “Long time no see, stranger.”

Joao barely glances at her, his eyes glued to his phone.

"I'll get you a cup of water" he mumbled, turning his phone off and dropping it on the couch, getting up to leave to the kitchen.

Just as she's about to say something, she catches a glimpse of his screen lighting up with a notification. But what catches her eye is the lock screen—it’s a picture of her, laughing, eyes sparkling in the sun.

When João comes back with the cup of water, she can't help but ask.

“Am I… your lock screen?” she asked, stunned, trying to process what she just saw.

Joao freezes, quickly flipping his phone, his cheeks burning a deep shade of red. He lets out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “You…weren’t supposed to see that.”

A slow smile spreads across her face as she takes in his reaction. “Is there something you’re not telling me, João?”

He looks away, clearly flustered. “I just… like the picture, okay? It’s a good photo.”

“Uh-huh,” she replies, eyes gleaming. “So… you’re telling me you don’t have a tiny, little crush?”

He sighs, shaking his head, but he’s smiling now, the tension easing. “If I said I did… would that be a bad thing?”

y/n is silent for a moment, her heart racing, before she takes a deep breath. “No… it wouldn’t be bad at all.”

Joao’s gaze softens, and before either of them can say anything else, he leans in, brushing his lips softly against hers. The kiss is hesitant at first, both of them unsure, but it quickly deepens as they lose themselves in the moment, years of unspoken feelings finally surfacing.

When they pull back, they're both smiling, slightly breathless.

“So, about that project partner…” he says, trying to keep his voice light, but there’s a hint of seriousness there.

y/n laughs slightly, rolling her eyes. “Oh, so you are jealous.”

He grins, shrugging. “I’m not jealous. It’s just… you’re mine.”

There’s no teasing in his voice now, just a sincerity that makes her heart skip a beat. y/n leans in, resting her head on his shoulder, fingers intertwining with his.

“Yes, Joao,” she mumbled, smiling up at him. “I’m yours.”

[felixgirll]

João Felix in the Frame of My Story

this is the main character CORA

and of course felix here:

PART 1 BEGGININGS

I moved to London to do my Master's in Psychology, and I got into King's College London—it was a dream come true! London was bustling and full of possibilities, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something extraordinary was waiting for me here, beyond the classroom walls. Little did I know, my life was about to take an unexpected turn when a chance encounter changed everything.  To save you from hearing about the endless stream of assignments, deadlines, and study sessions that came with starting my Master's at King's College London, I'll cut straight to the story of how I met João. It wasn't like how you'd expect—no dramatic love story or coincidental meeting under the soft glow of London streetlights.  

    After a month of adjusting to life in London, my fellow students and I decided we deserved a night to celebrate how far we'd come. With midterms just around the corner, we decided we deserved a stress-free night to relax, let our hair down, and simply enjoy life for a change. We chose a bar in Chelsea for the occasion. I think it was called Adam Handling Chelsea Bar—a cozy and modern spot that felt just right for our night out. The evening was already winding down, but we grabbed a few more drinks to make the most of the night. Everyone was having fun, a little tipsy, laughing, and sharing stories. I don't usually drink much, but that night I allowed myself a bit more. I could feel the buzz, just enough to feel carefree but not too out of it. We were all having a great time—until I spotted him. There he was. João Félix. The Chelsea FC star I had admired for years. I could barely believe my eyes.(even though i always hoped i'd meet him when i moved in London) He looked just as incredible in person—relaxed, confident, with that smile that could make anyone's heart stop. My breath caught, and I tried my best not to stare for too long. I turned to my friends and quietly asked,

  "Should I go talk to him?"

   By that point, they were all a little too far gone on drinks. Without missing a beat, they all cheered and encouraged me.

  "Yes! You should go! What have you got to lose?"

I paused. My heart was racing. What if he thinks i'm crazy ? What if I embarrassed myself? But then a thought crossed my mind: When will I ever have this chance again? I shook off the nerves and told myself, You have a crush on him. The worst that could happen is that he says no. I took another shot, trying to calm my nerves, while my friends cheered me on louder this time. I hoped João hadn't overheard their encouragement as I stood up and made my way toward him. My legs felt shaky, but I knew I couldn't back out now. Taking a deep breath, I walked toward him, unsure of what to expect. My heart was pounding, but I knew this was a moment I wouldn't want to miss.

if you're reading this.. let me know what you think!

[highdreaming]

Preferences: You send a nude before a game

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» Pedri + Gavi + João Félix

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Also angst ideas.

Btw, João is looking extra good in the picture, I swear.

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Pedri 

Pedri never checks his phone before games as he tries the maximum to focus on the game.

You’re gonna be a bit surprised that he shows you no reaction when he enters the field, his face stone cold, not even the slightest evidence of being riled up over what you sent him. 

You do get a bit disappointed at that, but soon forget about it once the game starts. 

It’s only after the game ends that he sees the revealing photo you sent and a huge smirk fills his face, the post-game adrenaline making him feel horny for you, the huge win they had also helping in making him more relaxed. 

Pedri won’t waste time, showering and getting ready in a hurry before going to seek you. The huge smirk that he has on his face as he ardently kisses you proves that he’s now finally seen the photo, butterflies flying in your belly as he whispers into your ear how much he liked the photo and that he can’t wait to get home to give you a reward. 

“You were looking so pretty for me, just feel how hard I am for you. This is all because of you and now you deserve to get railed, baby. Just wait until we get home, pretty girl.” 

Gavi

Gavi is shocked. Like, actual shock. 

His brain freezing from the moment he saw the explicit photo you sent him half an hour before the game started. 

He chokes, trips on his own feet and mumbles some dubious excuse that no one believes and actually tries to leave the changing room to find you, only to be stopped by an incredulous Xavi who doesn’t let him out of his sight until the game starts. 

When Gavi is out on the field, his eyes keep glancing at you, so far away from him. His mind twisted in a blur of thoughts between the game and what he’s gonna do when he’s finally alone with you.

But right now, he just wants this game to be over. 

The amount of fouls he gets is impressive, but Gavi makes it up by scoring a couple of goals.

When the game is done, the boy runs so fast to get changed and rushes to get to you. 

“I-You-We… Can we go home now? I don’t think I can wait much longer. You have no idea what type of thoughts I was having during the game, all because of you.”

João Félix

João carefully scans the picture, eyes analyzing each detail of your body, his cock jumping to life as he watches you in pretty lingerie. And the worse thing is that he can’t even have a quickie cause you’re at home, watching the game from afar. 

So that’s how you want to play? If you think you can play dirty and get away with it, you’re so wrong. 

In return, you’ll get an even naughtier photo of João, his shirtless body on display with his shorts low enough to tease you with the delicious sight. It’s the least he can do to make you equally horny.

At least now you’ll both suffer until he finally gets home and then, oh then you’ll see what you deserve for being such a tease. He’ll try his best to focus on the game, but you’ll stay in the depths of his mind, plaguing him. 

But João wants to tease you until you’re extra needy for him. He’ll take his sweet time getting showered and ready until he’s finally ready to go home, and even then, he’ll send you pictures of his wet body, teasing you. 

That’s the least you deserve after being so naughty. 

“Look at you, all wet and needy for my cock now. The tables have really turned on you, huh?”

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[joaofelix70]

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