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Can you write an imagine ab Neymar were the reader is a tattoo artist? ty🫶

"BABYGIRL."

"Ney stop fidgeting like that!"

"Mas isso machuca!" {but it hurts!}

Neymar was lying on the bed in front of your knees, his stomach against the mattress. One of his hands grabbed your thigh, squeezing it lightly while the other held his phone.

His face twisted into a grimace of pain as you continued to draw on his skin disregarding his complaints that he had started before you had even stopped the needle on his skin.

The man said nothing but just moved a few times, overcome with pain as the thin needle made contact with his skin. His eyes were on you, admiring your focused face with slightly furrowed brows and your parted tongue helping you apply yourself to execute the pattern he had chosen. The pain was certainly not non-existent, but you knew that Neymar exaggerated his reactions, always amused to see yours.

"Ngh it's over soon baby?"

"We can't take a break?"

He insisted seeing that you weren't necessarily paying attention to him, his hand that had previously been on your thigh moved to the back pocket of your jeans, his fingers lifting your top slightly brushing your skin. Neymar liked to surprise you more than anything, especially with small physical contacts like these that could completely distract you.

"you're so babygirl sometimes"

"Babygirl ?"

He asked with an eyebrow arched from a misunderstanding of the term he had never heard before, wondering what it could mean.

"Baby girl" like a little girl? »

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An hour passed and you finally finished letting Neymar admire the tattoo on his back, he was in front of the mirror doing the best he could to look at your work while you sat on the green armchair that adorned the piece.

"How long are you going to keep moving like a snake like that?"

You stammered trying to hide the laughter that came out of your proud mouth at your light joke.

"É lindo bebê"{it’s beautiful baby}

His face is closer to you giving you a stealthy kiss on the lips as he lays back on the bed his gaze up at the ceiling and his hands behind his head.

"There are advantages to having a girlfriend as a tattoo artist"

"So I'm just a personal tattoo artist for you?" »

You whispered as you moved closer to him, resting one of your arms on his chest so you could caress his chin as your leg rested quietly on his.

"More like MY personal tattoo artist"

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are you gonna make a pt 2 to the mamas boy fic

It was not in my intentions but yes why not🤭

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My inboxes are literally empty rn pls send me some request🙏🏾

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PHOTO BOOTH.

CONTENT: semi-public sex,

Gasps filled the cramped room the two of you were in as your girlfriend's thrusts grew stronger. The fabric of his t-shirt, which he had pulled up just enough to reveal his V-line, continued to flap relentlessly against your ass.

"Você sabia que poderíamos ficar presos aqui nesta posição de bebê?"[You know we could get stuck here in this baby position?]

His words came out of his mouth in a petty tone, the warmth of his fingers let your hips come dangerously close to your clitoris on which he executed firm circular movements accompanied by a relatively strong pressure against your pubis. The rings he wore only accentuated the lust you felt and that, your boyfriend had noticed thanks to the obscene noise that escaped from your mouth.

Neymar was still behind you, his brown hair in a slight mess, his forehead glistening with physical exertion and with a precise gesture the Brazilian removed one of the jewels that was on his slender fingers, waving it deliciously against your clitoris.

The young man nibbled your neck lightly, becoming quicker in his thrusts. Privileging speed over depth, your voice resonating in his mind, your bodies reflecting on the slightly hazy screen, your warmth around him, all of this had something to freeze the Brazilian. With a sudden gesture your hands seized his tattooed arms thus leaving the stool on which you had leaned until the. A hoarse moan escaped Neymar's lips as his orgasm came seconds after yours. It took you a while to come down from your high since your pleasure had lasted longer than his. Still dazed by your antics, you hadn't noticed the photos that had come out of the machine, Neymar had collected them admiring them for a few seconds before storing them in what could be his wallet before grabbing your cheeks taking you away in a vague kiss.

"As cabines de fotos são muito divertidas, não são, bebê?"[Photo booths are pretty fun aren't they baby?]

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FUTURE CHILD.

SUMMARY: kylian and the reader discuss their future child in an interview

CONTENT: fluff

You had been sitting next to Kylian for almost an hour, the journalist who was sitting in front of you was asking questions

"Okay, how many children do you want to have?"

He turns his face to yours with a smirk. You often have discussions about having children, and without lying Kylian was not very enthusiastic about having several but with some arguments you finally managed to convince him and the man is literally more impatient than you to have it.

"we don't know yet but about seven"

“Kylian!" you slapped him on the arm a little and your eyes widened when you heard the number, it's true that you wanted to start a large family but six children seemed like a lot to you.

“We will never have so many babies”

The journalist made fun of your little quarrels as a couple before asking you a question “so if you ever have any, have you ever thought about first names?"

"Well we have ideas yes" he replied.

Unlike the number of children, for the first names you and Kylian are supposed to agree despite some weird premons he had proposed like: Vitaline or Madox.

"If we have a girl, it will be Kali and for a boy-"

You hadn't had time to finish your sentence when Kylian interrupted you by quoting the name he had chosen. Because yes, you noticed having a stupid little argument on the first name of your perhaps future boy. you didn't agree on the first name you would give him, he finally managed to find an agreement even if you didn't really like the idea: your child would have a combined first name.

"Benjapaul!"

The man had a big smile on his face as he found the best first name, the reporter just looked at me with a smile, seeming to understand our disagreement with the first name agreement that Kylian dropped.

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FILLER BF NEYMAR.

CONTENT: fluff

A/N: a bit short but enjoy 🫶🏾

Fillerbf!Neymar who is playing football matches and does not necessarily have time to rest.

Fillerbf!Neymar is enjoying an evening with his friends in this restaurant when he sees you walking through the door with your friends.

Fillerbf!Neymar who spends the evening looking at you, almost forgetting his friends.

Fillerbf!Neymar who finds himself thinking of your curves with which he falls miserably in love.

Fillerbf!Neymar who multiplies the appointments with you always more impatient to see you again.

Fillerbf!Neymar who finally asks you to be his girlfriend one of the evenings when he brought you back as he used to do.

Fillerbf!Neymar who always feels in need when he is away from you.

Fillerbf!Neymar who always sends one of these goals with a heart formed by my hands.

Fillerbf!Neymar spending hours in one of your favorite shops trying to find the perfect gift for you.

Fillerbf!Neymar coming across a black dress with an open back and thinks he's finally found what you might like.

Fillerbf!Neymar hurrying home apprehensively shows your reaction.

Fillerbf!Neymar who just likes to take care of his princess

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sometimes i just feel a lil bit lonely here because i don't know anyone ugh i hate this 😭😭

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VALENTINE DAY.

SUMMARY: A Valentine's Day morning between Neymar and the reader

CONTENT:fluff,

A/N: It was supposed to come out in february but don't think about it.

Your eyelids opened slowly, the rays of the sun reflected on the white sheets which illuminated the room much more, you turned your body to look at Neymar and to your surprise he was not in bed.

You were still lying in your bed, you heard the door open on the Brazilian, he had stopped on the doorstep a little surprised to see you already already awake. Neymar had a tray with breakfast and other small Brazilian specialties.

"already awake my love"

He approached your common bed before sitting next to you still with the tray in his hands.

"Sim, Thanks to the Sun"{yes}

He put the tray on the bedside table before walking around the bed and sitting down in his usual place.

"It's finally Valentine's Day"

You took the tray and put it between you two. You really didn't have anything special in mind for Valentine's Day and truth be told, you just wanted to spend your time enjoying it. Neymar pretended to think, you were a little apprehensive about what he was going to say because the man always has particular ideas.

"we can have to do a joint tattoo"

You were a bit perplexed when you heard his idea, it's true that Neymar really liked tattoos, the proof that he has a lot of them on his body but you didn't expect him to ask you to make one in common with him.

"Damn my idea is so bad?"

Neymar said that because of the face you made. You took a sip from your glass of orange juice before answering her.

"Don't talk bullshit, it's just that it's so sudden as an idea but now you have to find ideas"

He finally finished eating the croissant that was in his mouth and said:

"Something like We can play with..." He pauses, searching his mind for a word to end the sentence he just started.

" our body ? » you had proposed to him, the idea seemed to please him considering the smile that he had to draw on his face.

You had spent a few minutes thinking quietly without having found anything. It was 10 p.m., you were both seated in a waiting room a little further away than the one reserved for the public so as not to be noticed.

You had already been waiting for a while and nervousness was starting to take hold of you, unlike Neymar it was your first tattoo, if we forget the one you had at 16 but which was really very small.

The man noticed it and took your hand in his without saying anything.

"But not with our feelings" said Neymar suddenly his eyes lit up as if he had found the idea of the century,

"yeah but let's write the sentence in Portuguese it sounds much better baby"

Your turn finally comes, Neymar and the tattoo artist know each other well: he is his "private" tattoo artist most of the tattoos Neymar had on his body were made by him.

The two men chatted for a few minutes before approaching you, the tattoo artist quickly explained to you how the session was going to go.

Neymar got the first part tattooed: «  Podemos brincar com nossos corpos ». and you the second « Mas nunca com nossas emoções ». You both had it on your wrist.

The session went well despite the intense pain, it is true that the wrist is not the most painless area to tattoo. After this tattoo session, you went home. The day was just beginning and it was going to be long.

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If your requests are open could you write neymar x reader

Davi is almost 2 years old and always calls reader mama and when they try to correct him he just starts crying. Just Davi being "mamas boy" and reader being a little nervous couse she isn't dating Neymar

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MAMA’S BOY.

SUMMARY: above

A/N: I post it so late, I hope you like it anyway (if you manage to see it lol)

"Mamãe o que você está cozinhando"{mom what are you cooking?}

Davi asked you while trying to organize his words to make a correct sentence. His hands grabbed your forearm, pulling on it as if to tell you to hug him.

"Davi, you know I'm not mom"

you say calmly as you continue to cut tomatoes on your cutting board. Davi didn't seem to have understood your whole sentence due to his young age, when with a small creak the front door opened and Davi ran towards it leaving you alone in the open kitchen but not for long.

Far from the fact that you thought it was cute that he called you "Mom", it also made you uncomfortable. You and Neymar had already noticed the affection the little boy had towards you and just let it slip thinking it was just the simple affection a little boy could feel towards the person who babysits him when his dad couldn't.

"o papai vem ver o que a mamãe está cozinhando!"{daddy comes to see what mommy is cooking!}

the little boy greeted his father as Neymar asked him "mamãe?" with a slightly arched eyebrow looking surprised at his words knowing that the only person who was home was you.

Arrived in the kitchen, Neymar sent you an embarrassed "Boa noite"{good evening} as he did every time you were in this situation. You had few discussions about this affection that seemed motherly that Davi had towards you but when you tried to get into the thick of it, Neymar always apologized or just changed the subject which meant that you never had really his point of view on it. situation.

"Thanks for babysitting Davi, it's getting late you should go home"

Neymar grabbed his son by the shoulders, pulling him closer, leaving free access to the front door. Seeing you heading for the exit, Davi pulled away from his dad's embrace as he approached you wrapping his arms around you defying his dad's words.

" Não!"{no}

Davi quickly replies. One then two tears ran down his soft cheek before his face filled with liquid. he looked up at you, his arms also went up to yours and you ended up taking him in your arms giving Neymar a slight look. Once in your embrace, David took care to surround you with his legs and clung to your shot then rested his head on your chest quietly wiping away his tears as he looked at his father.

A slight "sorry" came out of his mouth as he looked at his son who was still in your arms.

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ੈ✩MASTERLIST.

The gender present in my os will always be a woman!

English isn’t my first language so if you see mistakes or smth pls tell me

Feel free to send me request about any footballers ( with a detailed plot if possible) it would help me to write

Neymar Jr

Kisses.

Neymar’s Headcanon.

Mountain.

Co-worker.

Kisses.

Neymar’s Headcanon.

Mountain.

Co-worker.

Mama’s boy.

Valentines day.

Filler boyfriend Neymar.

Photo Booth.

"Babygirl"

"To my cheating wife, i leave".

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This pic has me in a chokehold

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source : @cheminer-poesie-cressant​

l’histoire des arbres est à écrire sur leurs ciels de transparence, sur leurs terres de repos, où s’inscrivent dans leur ombre les événements imperceptibles de leur belle carrière ; l’intense résistance aux tempêtes, l’accueil des lumières qui ont porté leur courage, les points d’équilibre fragiles qui ont fait basculer les saisons ; arbres ouvrages de tant de lectures possibles

© Pierre Cressant

(samedi 26 janvier 2013)

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CO-WORKER.

SUMMARY: the reader works a lot of overtime and Neymar suspect her of cheating on him.

CONTENT: angst

It was no secret that Neymar was jealous, extremely jealous and that side of him was starting to seriously piss you off. At first you thought it was cute that he was jealous, as it's always nice to have a jealous boyfriend, but when it came to your job, it was too much.

It was already getting late and you were still at your workplace sitting with your colleague, it was the second time this week that you were working overtime because of your boss. You had the possibility of refusing them but you did not see yourself letting your colleague: Simon, work alone on this project.

"yeah we can try"

Simon moved the mouse around the computer trying out the idea of this new hotel tiling that you gave him and then your bag made me vibrate, you walked over to this one and picked up your phone before leaving. 'to light up. The screen showed 11 p.m. and in your notifications there were 4 missed calls from Neymar.

You already knew why he was calling you and sincerely you did not want to suffer his fits of jealousy in front of your colleague. You were texting him "I'm at work, I'll be home soon" before you put your phone on airplane mode, you knew Neymar was going to fall wasn't going to be very happy, but you just needed to finish this project faster.

You went back to Simon who asked you if everything was fine, you answered him a simple yes before concentrating on your work. A few hours later you were finally finished, you were both in front of the large glass door of your office building.

You were about to leave when Simon grabbed your hand, your mind was confused and it showed on your face. You looked at him, making him understand to let go of your hand, on the contrary he tightens his grip on your wrist and his gaze hardens.

You understood that you were surely in danger and gave him a knee in his private part before running towards your car, you cursed yourself for having parked so far. Somehow he managed to catch you, you quickly took your deodorant out of your bag and sprayed it on his eyes and he ended up stopping putting his hands on it screaming in pain. You finally got to your car, then got in and drove as fast as you could to your house.

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You quickly closed the door behind you and leaned back, turning on the lights before heading into the kitchen and spotting Neymar. You had only one desire: to throw yourself into the arms of your lover.

You ran towards him to hug him but he didn't seem to have the same desire, he put his hands on your shoulders to pull you away from him. He was angry with you, he knew his jealousy was excessive but he couldn't help it, he loved you.

"Você me deixou sem notícias esse tempo todo!" {You left me without news all this time}

You didn't say anything and just looked him in the eye, after what you had been through the only person you wanted to be with was mad at you.

"você ainda estava com aquele filho da puta simon" {you were still with that asshole Simon?!}

"After what just happened to me, is that the only way you found to welcome me?!"

A mix of anger and sadness felt in your voice, your tears kept flowing. The Brazilian was confused, he didn't know what you were talking about, he knew he probably messed up again.

" What-"

"I'm going up to bed" you didn't give him time to answer and you went straight up from your common room, you just took off your coat and your shoes. You didn't take the time to change and go straight to bed, wanting to drown all the events of tonight in your sleep.

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MOUNTAIN.

SUMMARY: Neymar and the reader enjoying a stay in the mountains

CONTENT: fluff

“But we are going to freeze Neymar to death! »

It had been almost an hour since you arrived at the chalet and the heating had already broken down.

"Baby don't worry we'll call the ski resort tomorrow"

You sighed in despair at the situation before going to sit on the sofa next to Neymar. Somehow the man managed to get a week off and you decided to have fun in the mountains.

"To pass the time, just go and do activities"

"What? não, estou muito cansado" {no, I'm really tired}

You fell on your ass, Neymar had been insisting for months on going to the mountains and now that you're here he pretends to be "tired" "Ney it's you who wanted to go to the mountains so you get up and we agree." He whimpers a little before putting on his boots and then his coat and joins you to go to the ski resort.

Once you arrive, the instructor will explain the rules for safety and the use of skis before getting on the chairlift.

"Do you think we should jump?"

"Damn you were really listening to nothing Neymar"

"Eu estava muito ocupado admirando sua beleza" {I was too busy admiring your beauty}

"That must be it" you said sarcastically.

You were starting to get closer to the ground and it was time to get up from the seat.

" Now "

You go down and let yourself slide on the snow.

For a quarter of an hour you were skiing finally trying to ski, Neymar was really not comfortable on skis.

You leaned on the ski poles and advanced on the snow, you turned around to see through your ski goggles Neymar who was lying on his back in the snow. Your direction was turned towards him.

"What are you doing amor?"

He took some time before answering “in the end we shouldn't have come to the mountains”. You smile before lying on top of him.

"you never want to listen to me"

After many tries and falls, you both managed to stabilize and ski well.

"wait I'm going to fall-"

You couldn't finish your sentence that you found yourself sliding down the track to a place full of not very tall trees. Still stuck in the snow, you heard Neymar's laughter coming closer to you.

"meu amor você está bem?"{my love are you okay?}

"I want to go home"

—

You finally returned to the chalet, following your fall Neymar called the emergency services and luckily you had nothing serious. You just had to rest for at least 24 hours.

You are sitting on one of the wooden sauna benches right next to Neymar who had one of your legs on his thighs massaging your ankle.

"Are you sure you're feeling good y/n" Neymar asks you with anxiety in his voice as he fiddles with the anklet he bought you. He was always so worried when it came to you

"Yes Ney, I just need to rest but next please let's go to the beach"

He brings his face close to yours before kissing you. "Prometidi" [promised]