#Neymar fluff

[applejuicefruit]

Could you write Neymar x reader where reader just got her drivers license and Neymar is scared of driving with her?

pls i love this request lol

neymar x reader

Red lights, stop signs

Driver license was blasting through your car the moment you passed the test and got your own license. You failed the exam five times and probably every one of your friends knew what a bad driver you were, that including your boyfriend Neymar so when you called him telling him you passed the test he was surprised - happy for you - but still surprised. His mood changed from surprised to scared when you offered to pick him up from practice and seeing how happy you were he couldn’t say no.

So he said yes.

And now he was fidgeting with his own fingers waiting for you to arrive.

When he saw your black car coming through the gate his fear got worse.

“Hey!” you shouted from your window “you stay there or you come up?” you asked him, pointing to the passenger seat.

“I’m coming” he smiled at you, trying to ease his fear.

The first thing he did once he got in your car was putting his seatbelt on and praying for dear life, because all he wanted to do was to get home safe and sound.

When you sped out of the gate his anxiety became to rise.

“Babe…there’s a stop sign over there” he said to you.

“Yes” you said “but it’s over there…I’m still here” you pointed out.

“You’re right…” he whispered trying to keep it calm.

The worst part started when you started driving in a more crowded road.

“Baby…baby please slow down” Neymar said to you.

“I’m at the red light! The car’s not even moving…Neymar, what’s wrong?” you asked him this time, completely loosing your patience.

“No-nothing’s wrong” he said.

“Ney?” you called him.

“Okay…I love you and you know that…but-but meu amor, you’re the worst driver I’ve ever met and I have no idea how you passed the exam…so please, when the light turns green, can you go slow?” he asked you and you sensed his anxiety.

“Oh…okay” you said, a bit offended. You knew you weren’t the best driver ever but you gave your soul for passing the exam and you really hoped he was going to be proud of you, instead you were met with someone who didn’t even want to stay with you in that moment.

“Babe please…you know I don’t mean it in that way…” he tried to explain.

“No it’s fine…I get it” you said.

“Babe…” he spoke again but you stopped him.

“I thought that maybe you would be proud of me…I know I failed the exam so many times but one time I make it and you’re here acting all scared…” you said.

“No no baby it’s not like that…I’m so proud of you baby…I’m a total dick, I’m so proud of you meu amor, I swear” he explained.

“Okay…” you said, feeling the honesty in his voice and knowing you couldn’t stay mad at him.

“Okay?” he smiled “I think we should stop and get some food so we can watch your favourite movies and eat and stay in bed all night long, what you think?” he asked you and you smirked.

“You know me so well…” you laughed and he laughed with you as you sped going to your favourite restaurant.

[leilakisakabiri]

Up All Night (Neymar Jr)

Summary: Neymar keeps you awake in the middle of the night, and you get back at him.

Warning(s): suggestive tones? 

A/N: Please send in any requests if you have any (I’m working on current requests rn). 

Word Count: [725]

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“Are you up?” You groaned, reaching over blindly, hitting Neymar in the face, trying to make him quiet.

“Shut up. I was so close to sleeping.”

“But now you’re awake?” He persisted.

“Ugh, what?”

“Nothing. Good night.” He said innocently, and you immediately knew he was up to no good.

You were proven right within fifteen minutes, as the second you started to doze off, Neymar would ‘accidentally’ jab you in the ribs or toss and turn restlessly, ripping the sheets away from you. 

After that, you gave up on sleep and stared at the ceiling contemplating your life.

You were currently at Neymar’s house in Brazil on vacation. His entire family also lived in the same house, and it was your first time meeting them in person. You had your first full day in Brazil tomorrow and you had already made plans with his mother and sister to go into town, and you were nervous about spending time with them without Neymar as a buffer, not to mention the issue of a language barrier.

You pushed the thoughts out of your mind, attempting to clear your mind and fall asleep.

Sleep did not come easy, however.

Another ten minutes later and you were still staring at the ceiling.

“I know you’re up.” You spoke, breaking the silence.

You heard Neymar pretend to groan,

“Ugh, I was almost asleep.” He playfully responded.

You turned your head to look at him, barely able to make out his silhouette beside you in the darkness, “Oh please. You must have sleep paralysis if you’re thrashing around like that in your sleep.”

You both stared at each other in silence for a moment, before he spoke again, “Well, if you can’t sleep, and I can’t sleep, then I can only think of one solution.”

“And that is?” You questioned.

“Well, we have to have sex obviously. You know, tire each other out.”

You choked on your spit, shocked by his suggestion, “Are you crazy? Your parents are literally next door!”

He disregarded your comment, shifting to pull you closer till he was hovering above you, “You worry too much baby.”

You rolled your eyes, putting your hands on his chest to shove him off you.

“What the hell, where did your shirt go?” You questioned, feeling the smooth skin beneath your hands.

“It fell off.” He smirked.

“Don’t act like you don’t like my muscles.” He spoke, his face close enough to yours that you could see the wiggle of his eyebrows.

You laughed, playing into it.

“You’re so right, I love them.” You said, running your hands over his chest, and pulling him down closer to you so that your noses were brushing, faces millimeters apart, before trailing your hands lightly down his torso.

You heard his breath hitch and felt his muscles contort at your touch.

“You like that baby?” you cooed, playing with the waistband of his shorts. You let it snap against his skin as you purposely slipped a teasing hand inside just to remove it a second later.

He was taken back by your forwardness, and you knew you had him just where you wanted.

“What Ney no words for me now? You were so talkative before?” You asked mockingly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Y/n.” He whined but you didn’t listen, one of your hands going to the back of his neck and tugging at his curls, while the other propped you up, closing the gap. You attached your lips to the most sensitive spot on his neck and began to lay butterfly kisses.

He whispered your name again, his breath hot against your ear as he began nibbling on it. You smirked against his skin, continuing your trail as you slid further down, under him.

His hand reached out to touch you, and the second his hand made contact with your waist you pushed him off you, hearing him let out a grunt when he landed on the mattress.

“What the hell?” He groaned, his breathing still labored.

“That’s what you get for keeping me up.” You smirked, turning onto your side and cuddling into the sheets.

“Are you serious, Y/n-“

He went to speak but you cut him off.

“Goodnight Ney.”

He groaned again, “You’re such a tease.”

You didn’t say anything after that, sleepiness overtaking your body. You heard more shuffling, and you instinctively rolled over, pulling Neymar into your body, falling asleep with your legs over his, spooning him.

[bellascool]

traitor

NEYMAR JR

posted : 11/04/2023 (European date)

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requests open !

english and portuguese are not my first languages, I apologize for the mistakes.

•

"You're so annoying! Stop acting like you're my mom or something!" your boyfriend, Daniel, yelled at you as you tried to not cry

"Daniel I'm just trying to help-" you started but he cut you off by pushing you to the side while he went upstairs with you following him

"Stop telling me what I can or can't do!" he said clearly annoyed as he took his clothes off and entered the bathroom

You loudly sighed, it wasn't the first time that you and Daniel had an argument, actually it was very frequent.

Most of times, he tried to push you out of his life when you just wanted to be there for him and honestly you had enough.

You don't know how but you found yourself staring at his phone who was tossed on the bed.

Hearing the sound of the shower, you grabbed it and unlocked it before clicking the green icon who had "97" on top of it.

Oh what a bad idea.

Not only you found a "Evie ❤️" pinned but you also saw that he named you "Y/n (cousin)"

You heart was racing in your chest, you couldn't believe it.

Maybe it was a mistake?

You decided to click on the conversation with Evie and you almost fainted when you saw pictures of a blonde girl who clearly showed her most private body parts.

And that broke you more was that every time, he complimented her, saying how beautiful and gorgeous she was and that he could fuck her right now.

"Mother fucker" you whispered to yourself

Your sadness was now slowly turning into anger as you felt betrayed.

And at the same time, your boyfriend came out of the shower but froze when he saw you holding his phone, clearly recognizing the pictures the blonde sent him earlier.

"Y/n I can explain." was all he managed to say as he slowly approached you

"Shut the fuck up, literally don't talk because I'll punch your face right now if you do" you threw him his phone which landed on his face before quickly standing up and taking your stuff, tossing it into a small bag you had

"Baby please let me explain its not how it looks like!" he tried to follow you but you didn't even turn around once

"Oh my God Y/n will you fucking listen to me for once?" he grabbed your wrist but you immediately shoved him

"Don't touch me, never speak to me again!" you said as you put on your shoes while he just stood there

"You won't last without me! Just wait and you'll come back begging to take you back" he cockily said

"Spit on my face if I ever go back to you, you humiliated me, I hope you're proud of yourself!" you yelled before opening the door and slamming it after you left

Not a single tear dropped but the second you hoped in your car, all the anger became sadness again.

You drove in silence, the only sound was when you sniffed as your eyes became red.

"Hey siri call Ney" you hardly said as the phone started ringing, waiting for your bestfriend to pick up

"olà a si!" a joyful voice said

"hi can I come over?" there was a silence, probably because he realized that you weren't in a joking mood

"who's ass do I have to kick?" he asked in a serious tone which made you chuckle

"I'll tell you everything if you let me come over" you said back as you drove to his house

"You're always welcome linda" you smiled at your friend's kindness

"Thank you for everything"

"Não há necessidade de me agradecer, I always got your back"

•

"And then I left and I felt so dumb for actually trusting him" you said between hiccups as he watched you with a strange stare

"Don't look at me like that!" you pushed him which made him shake his head and go back to his soft smile that you absolutely loved

"I'm not judging you, I was just thinking of several plans to kill esse filho da puta without getting in trouble" he said while playing with a strand of your hair like he didn't just say the most suspect thing.

"Ney não se pode matá-lo you'll go to jail" you sniffed and laughed and the same time

"No but really don't cry for that idiota I swear he doesn't deserve your tears nor you at all" he softly said while wiping your tears away

"I don't deserve a friend like you"

His heart tightened at the word you used. "friend" he knew it but it still hurts him to see the person he loved for so long not returning his feelings.

But he couldn't do anything, he couldn't force you to love him so he just watched you give your love to some stupid boys who can't even count past 10.

"Come on a minha bela go take a hot bath while I order some food" his smile -which faded away at his thoughts- instantly came back to light up his face

"Obrigado, obrigado, obrigado" you whimpered against the skin of his neck as your arms gently wrapped around his torso

He returned the hug before you got up to the bathroom where you found some sweatpants with a tee-shirt, he really cared about you huh?

The rest of the evening was great, Ney made you forget about what happened earlier and your tears of sadness slowly turned into tears of laughter.

You were actually laughing about him since he just lost at fifa and that's when it hit you.

You didn't see him as a friend anymore, your gaze was soft when you looked at him, you found yourself daydreaming about him and every word that came out of his mouth sounded like music to your ears.

You slowly stopped laughing and looked down which made him worry.

"Is everything okay there?" he asked as he knocked your head in a playful way

"Ney, eu acho que estou apaixonado por você" you said not looking up once

"Is that a joke? No Y/n you're not, you're just heartbroken and want some love and attention" he said while shaking his head

"I'm not! You don't understand, all these years, all these boys, I only was trying to convince myself that I'm not in love with my bestfriend because I care so much about our friendship and it would hurt me to actually break-" you couldn't finish your sentence because you felt something soft and warm against your lips

"oh my God my crush is kissing me!" was all you could think about at first but you slowly closed your eyes, enjoying the moment

•

It has now been 3 months since the break up and Neymar and you becoming a couple.

It didn't shock anyone to be fair, they all knew it.

You were currently in a club, celebrating your boyfriend's birthday when you felt the urge to use the restroom.

"Ay I'll be right back quarido, I gotta use the restroom" you said while getting up

"Ok be safe" he told you as you quickly left

You finished your business, washed your hands and was about to go back to the table when you felt someone grab your wrist

"Y/n I'm so happy to see you!" you recognized, unfortunately, the annoying voice of Daniel who was standing in front of you, all smiley

"I don't have your time Daniel" you tried to go but he didn't let go off you

"You know Y/n you look really nice, I wish things didn't end like that, I wish they didn't end at all" he said while looking deep into your eyes

"I don't care, let me go!" you tried to push him but he was too strong

"Let's go to my place, I have some nice things to show you" he said while forcing you to follow him

"Stop! Help!" you tried to yell but the music was now too loud and people were too bush dancing to notice you

"She just asked to let her go amigo" you heard someone yell behind you and you sighed in relief when you saw your boyfriend's perfect face who didn't show his pretty smile that you loved so much

Oh no, instead it was a dead serious face and you would swear that if a single stare could kill somebody, Daniel would be a dead man now.

"That's none of your business, she's my girlfriend." Daniel said with a death stare while you just watched the scene happen

"Funny, because I could swear that she was yelling my name not an hour ago" he cockily said with a smirk

Daniel let your wrist go and you immediately went next to your boyfriend who just put his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him

"I always knew you were such a slut Y/n, I don't even regret what I did" he said while looking at you with disgust

"Alright cale sua boca agora" the brazilian calmly said before giving him the most heart twitching, toes curling, head twisting punch you ever saw

He grabbed his bloody nose and quickly left almost running which made you burst out laughing.

"Oh my God, eu te amo Ney" you said still laughing which made him join you

"Eu também te amo, now let's go back to celebrating my day" he happily said before grabbing your chin and deeply kissing you

You felt yourself smiling against his lips as you thought that you had the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

[pretty-little-candid-blurbs]

Unraveling Rivalry: A Symphony of Love

pairing: neymar jr x reader

note: this story is inspired by a fic i read a long time ago, if any of you know the author, please let me know!

In the captivating world of fame and glory, where the spotlight danced upon the gifted and talented, Neymar Jr. and Y/N found themselves entangled in an eternal tango of rivalry. From the tender age of childhood, they were each other's foils, two stars destined to collide in a cosmic dance of destiny. As they grew into their own, their paths diverged like streams flowing in opposite directions.

Neymar Jr., the prodigious footballer, graced the hallowed fields with his artistry, while Y/N, an ethereal muse, adorned the runways with elegance and poise. Their reputations, like the tides of the sea, rose and fell, a perpetual dance of brilliance and fame.

Yet, beneath the facade of fierce competition lay a yearning, an unspoken desire that neither dared acknowledge. Like two celestial bodies, they orbited each other, their energies intertwined in an enigmatic harmony. But life's grand symphony orchestrated their meetings and partings, and the notes of their rivalry rang louder than any love song.

In the twilight of a shimmering day, the threads of fate wove an intricate tapestry, bringing them face to face once more, this time in the embrace of a daring and intimate photoshoot. A celebration of vulnerability and artistry, the shoot demanded they bare their souls before the camera, transcending the boundaries of rivalry.

Yet, fate's whimsy manifested in the choice of perfume worn by Y/N. The fragrance, a bewitching symphony of scents, was to Neymar Jr. an allergen of the highest order, triggering an unexpected reaction. His eyes watered, and a symphony of sneezes escaped him, disrupting the seriousness of the moment.

But there, amidst the chaos, was Y/N, the enchanting orchestrator of this enchanting symphony. She laughed, a melody that echoed through the studio and reached the depths of Neymar Jr.'s soul. For the first time, he saw beyond the facade of rivalry, past the veil of animosity, and into the heart of the woman before him.

Awestruck and spellbound, Neymar Jr. found himself ensnared in the labyrinth of her laughter. It was a revelation, a glimpse of the real Y/N behind the veneer of competitiveness. Her laughter, like a celestial song, reverberated in his chest, and a gentle smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

In that fleeting moment, the armor they had forged around their hearts began to soften. The years of rivalry seemed inconsequential, lost in the gentle embrace of this newfound intimacy. Perhaps, there was a deeper connection that had been obscured by the haze of competition.

Summoning his courage, Neymar Jr. stepped forward, vulnerability in his eyes as he sought her attention. "Y/N, can we talk?" His voice, a melody tinged with sincerity, resonated in the air.

Her gaze flickered, a guarded curiosity taking root. "What's there to talk about? You hate me, and I've never been your biggest fan either."

With steady resolve, he approached her, closing the distance that had once separated them like the expanse of an ocean. His eyes, once fiery with rivalry, now bore the vulnerability of a man laying bare his heart. "I don't hate you," he confessed softly. "It's just...we've been at each other's throats for so long that it became a habit. But today, I saw something different in you. I saw you laugh, and it made me realize that there's more to us than this rivalry."

The walls she had erected began to tremble, as if under the weight of truth and vulnerability. "Why should I trust you?" she whispered, her voice but a murmur carried by the wind. "We've hurt each other countless times."

He took her hands gently in his, a tender touch that conveyed a promise of sincerity. "Because sometimes, the strongest connections are built on the ashes of rivalry. I want to know the real you, beyond this feud. I want to explore what could be between us."

Her heart fluttered, caught in the current of emotions that swirled around them. The allure of hope mingled with the fear of disappointment. "Are you saying you suddenly want to be friends?" she asked, a hint of skepticism in her voice.

Neymar Jr. hesitated for a moment before speaking with unwavering honesty, "No, I want more than that. I want to know if there's a chance for us to be more. I want to make you fall in love with me, Y/N, and I promise I'll be patient. If I can't do it by your 22nd birthday, I'll stop trying."

Her eyes searched his, hoping to discern the truth in his words. Was this a genuine declaration or merely another move in the dance of rivalry they had been performing for so long?

With trepidation and hope entwined, she agreed, "Alright, Neymar. You have until my 22nd birthday."

From that moment onward, the dance of destiny evolved into an intricate ballet of emotions. Neymar Jr. became a man on a mission, determined to unravel the enigma that was Y/N and lay bare his own heart in the process.

He surprised her with thoughtful gestures, leaving behind the role of the fierce competitor and embracing the mantle of a suitor. He supported her career, understanding that her success didn't diminish his own but instead enriched both their journeys.

With each passing day, Y/N felt her defenses faltering, revealing the woman she had kept hidden behind the mask of rivalry. Neymar Jr. made her laugh, he challenged her, he listened to her dreams and fears, and, in doing so, he drew her closer to him with every heartbeat.

The walls that had once separated them began to crumble under the weight of their shared moments, and in their vulnerability, they discovered the beauty of authenticity and the power of love.

On a sunny afternoon, Neymar Jr. planned an elaborate surprise for Y/N. He whisked her away on a private helicopter ride to a secluded beach, where a beautiful picnic awaited them. The waves whispered sweet secrets, and the sun painted a canvas of gold as they basked in each other's company.

Hand in hand, they explored the sands of time, creating memories that would forever be etched in their hearts. Neymar Jr. shared stories of his childhood dreams and his journey to becoming a football legend. Y/N spoke of her aspirations and the hurdles she overcame to conquer the world of modeling.

Their conversations flowed like a symphony, each note a testament to their growing affection. Neymar Jr. listened with rapt attention, hanging onto every word that fell from her lips. It was as if time had ceased to exist, and they were the only two souls adrift in an endless sea of possibilities.

As the sun began its descent into the horizon, Neymar Jr. led Y/N to a spot where they could witness the breathtaking sunset. He wrapped his arms around her, a gesture of protection and tenderness, as they stood in awe of nature's masterpiece.

With the setting sun casting a golden glow upon them, Neymar Jr. took a deep breath, his heart pounding with a vulnerability he had never known before. "Y/N, you've shown me a world beyond rivalry, a realm of beauty and grace that I never knew existed. Your laughter is a symphony, and your presence is an enchantment that has woven its magic around my soul."

Y/N turned to face him, her eyes glistening like stars in the twilight. "Neymar, you've surprised me in ways I could never have imagined. Your determination to make me fall in love with you has opened my eyes to the man behind the rivalry, a man of depth and passion. Your laughter is infectious, and your kindness is a melody that warms my heart."

In the fading light, Neymar Jr. leaned in, and their lips met in a soft, tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of longing and vulnerability, a kiss that held the promise of a love that had emerged from the ashes of rivalry.

From that moment on, Neymar Jr.'s efforts to make Y/N fall in love knew no bounds. He showered her with love letters, each one penned with the poetry of his heart. He surprised her with flowers and gifts that spoke of thoughtfulness and understanding.

Their dates became a symphony of romantic escapades, from candlelit dinners under the stars to playful outings at amusement parks. Neymar Jr. made it his mission to know every facet of Y/N's soul, to understand the depths of her dreams and fears, and to be the pillar of strength she could lean on.

He surprised her with impromptu serenades, his voice like a velvet melody that wrapped around her heart. And as the days turned to months, Y/N found herself falling under the spell of Neymar Jr.'s love, captivated by the sincerity in his eyes and the tenderness in his touch.

On the eve of Y/N's 22nd birthday, Neymar Jr. orchestrated a grand celebration, gathering their closest friends and family to witness a declaration of love that transcended rivalry. In a room adorned with fairy lights and roses, he stood before her, his heart in his hands.

"Y/N, my love, today marks a year since I embarked on this journey to make you fall in love with me. But in this time, I have discovered so much more. You are the symphony that fills the void in my heart, the muse that inspires my every step. You've shown me that love can emerge from the unlikeliest of places, that beneath the facade of rivalry lies the essence of an extraordinary love story."

He paused, his gaze locking with hers, the depth of his emotions shimmering in his eyes. "You are my muse, my inspiration, and my heart's desire. With each passing day, I fall deeper in love with you, and I vow to cherish and protect you for all eternity. Y/N, will you be my partner in this beautiful dance of life, my forever love?"

Tears of joy filled Y/N's eyes as she took a step closer, her heart bursting with the love she had once deemed impossible. "Neymar, you've shown me the true meaning of love. With you, I've discovered a world of beauty and passion that I never thought I could have. You've made me believe in a love that transcends rivalry, a love that is profound and genuine."

She reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his, a promise of unity and devotion. "I would be honored to be your partner in this dance of life, to love you fiercely and unconditionally, as you have loved me."

In that moment, the applause of their loved ones and the twinkling stars outside seemed to merge, a harmonious celebration of a love that had blossomed amidst rivalry and evolved into an eternal symphony.

And so, their love story continued to unfold, like a timeless melody that swept across the ages. Neymar Jr. and Y/N, once enemies, now lovers, found solace in each other's arms, their hearts forever entwined in the enchanting dance of destiny.

In a world where rivalry once reigned, love had emerged victorious, proving that the depths of one's heart could break the barriers of animosity and foster a love that transcends all boundaries.

And so, the symphony of their love played on, a timeless ode to the power of love that transformed two rivals into soulmates for eternity. With each passing day, they reveled in the magic of their love, knowing that it was a love story written in the stars, forever etched in the annals of time.

[wavypotatochips]

Could you please write some fluff about Neymar?Like anything but it’s just like really sweet and he’s like very cute :)))

𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙮 | 𝙉𝙚𝙮𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙅𝙧

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: NeymarJr x Female Reader

Word Count : 1k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Of course I can!!! I love writing about my #1 babygorl, ALSO OMG I CANT BELIEVE BRUNA B IS PREGNANT IM SO HAPPY FOR HIM !! Happy Neymar, Happy Life. ANYWAYSSS as always, thank you so much for requesting & I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

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(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Since I haven't been able to write much this week, I'm currently catching up on current requests because I'm a little behind. You can submit a request, but please understand that it might take me a week or more to respond. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You have been feeling a little stressed and overwhelmed lately, and Neymar notices. So, he decides to surprise you with a "Self-care day" to help you relax and unwind. He puts together a basket filled with different skin care products like face masks, lip masks, hair oils, and more.

As you walk into the living room, Neymar is waiting for you with a huge smile on his face. "Hey, Linda! (beautiful)! I have a surprise for you!" he exclaims.

You're intrigued and curious about what he has planned for you. You smile and say excitedly, “Oh really? What is it!"

He stands up and grabs the basket from beside the couch so you did not see it when you walked into the living room. He holds it up to you," SUPRISEEEEEEE! Today is all about selfcare!”

You let out a small laugh as you look closer into the basket, “Thank you so much, baby this means a lot!,”you say, giving him a hug. You're touched by his thoughtfulness and can't help but feel a wave of love for him. 

 “I noticed you've been a little stressed lately, so I thought this might help you relax and feel better," he says, grinning while he hugs you back tightly. "e você sabe que eu farei qualquer coisa para ver seu sorriso (And you know I will do anything to see your smile)," he says, smiling.

You both spend the next few hours trying out different skin care products, having fun together and enjoying each other's company. Neymar is a bit of a goofball, and he makes you laugh with his antics.

You don't mind that the living room is a mess with items lying around on the table and the floor. You're relaxed and enjoying yourself. While music is playing, you are enjoying this moment with your lover.

Neymar is sitting in front of you with a Hello Kitty sheet face mask, which he insists will moisturize his skin the best. "You're just jealous I got the Hello Kitty face mask and you didn't," he says, sticking his tongue out playfully.

You laugh and roll your eyes. "Please, Eu sou muito legal para Hello Kitty (I'm too cool for Hello Kitty)," you say, pretending to be unimpressed.

Neymar grins mischievously. "Oh really? Well, I think you're missing out," he says, holding up a pink tube. "Here, let me put this one on you. It's supposed to make your skin glow like a diamond."

You can't help but giggle at his enthusiasm. "Wow, so you're saying my skin wasn't already glowing?" you say, teasing him.

Neymar shakes his head, still grinning. "Hush, just wait and see," he says, applying the mask to your face.

As the mask sets in, you feel a cool, refreshing sensation on your skin. "This feels nice," you say, relaxing.

Neymar leans in closer to inspect your face. "Hmm, I don't see any diamonds yet," he says, pretending to be disappointed.

You laugh. "Você é tão idiota (You're such a dork)," you say, shaking your head.

But you can't help but feel grateful for Neymar and his playful nature. He always knows how to make you smile and feel loved. 

He smiles back happily, knowing that he's the reason behind your smile. "Seu idiota embora (Your dork though)," he winks at you.

As the music continued to fill the room with its infectious beat, Neymar couldn't help but bop his head along to the rhythm. As the next song starts to play, he recognizes the tune and jumps up from the ground with a grin on his face.

Without hesitation, he starts to dance, his body moving to the music as he sings along to the lyrics. You couldn't help but laugh as you watch him as he wiggled his hips and twirled around the living room- all with the Hello Kitty mask on.

"What? I'm feeling the groove!" he exclaims, while dancing.

You continue to laugh, feeling so grateful for his infectious personality and sense of humor. He grabs your hand and pulls you up from the couch, and soon you both are dancing together, twirling around the living room.

For a moment, you forget about all the stress and worries that had been weighing you down. You feel so carefree and happy, just enjoying the moment with Neymar.

As the song comes to an end, Neymar pulls you in for a tight hug. "I love you," he whispers into your ear.

You feel so lucky to have him in your life, to have someone who cares about your wellbeing and takes the time to make you feel special. "I love you too," you say, feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

He leans in and kisses you lovingly. With a smile on your face, you lean in to kiss him back, feeling the softness of his lips against yours. You both pull away, and you suggest taking the masks off now. You grab a cloth from the table to pat your face and remove the mask, but Neymar insists on keeping his on a little longer.

You can't help but chuckle at his stubbornness and notice him staring at you with squinted eyes. "Mmmmmmmmm," he mumbles, and you ask him what's on his mind.

"Oh, nothing," he says, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Eu ainda não vejo nenhum diamante em seu rosto (I still don't see any diamonds on your face)."

You roll your eyes playfully with a smile on your face and throw the cloth at him. "Oh, hush!" you say, causing his infectious laughter to fill the room, and you can't help but join in.

You both continue to relax and enjoy the self-care day, trying out different products and talking about anything and everything. In this moment, you feel content and happy, grateful for the love and laughter that Neymar brings into your life.

After trying out all the different skin care products, you both decide to take a break and watch a movie. As you snuggle up on the couch, you feel a sense of warmth and contentment wash over you. The stress and worries of the day have faded away, and all that matters is the moment you are sharing with Neymar.

"You know, I really needed this," you say, looking into his deep hazel eyes.

"I know," he replies, his voice soft and gentle. "I'm always here for you, no matter what," he wraps his arm around you, “and you deserve to be pampered.”

You feel your heart swell with love and gratitude for this man, this amazing partner who always knows just what to say and do to make you feel better. You knew that this moment would stay with you forever, a memory of the love and laughter that you shared. You felt so lucky to have him by your side, and you knew that, no matter what life threw at you, you would always have each other. You lean in for another kiss, grateful for the simple but powerful joy of being with someone who loves you.

[luvneymar]

WHERE DID U GOO POOKIE I MISS U CUM BACKKKK 🤭🤭

…😜 yes no? yes no?

[jnmrvc]

🫦

𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 / • 𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐫

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ; 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘪 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳.

(𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙚𝙢!) /𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧.

𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘵𝘷, 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘥𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘪 & 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘭.

i hummed quietly as i slightly pulled up my olive colored stringed tube too, examining my now bigger backside through my matching colored leggings, with jewelry to top the outfit off, with a slick back ponytail.

i never felt more beautiful in the world. i mean, after dealing with postpartum depression when i had davi, took a toll on my mental and it effected mostly how i viewed myself, mostly how i looked.

but ney made sure i wasn’t going through it alone. even sitting out for the season for me, which he didn’t have to do, but it was along the lines of “i love you more than ever, why wouldn’t i?”.

best husband i could ever ask for right?

finishing putting on my last anklet, i grabbed me purse, before i opened our shared bedroom door, walking downstairs as i was met with neymar watching tv, just putting down davi for bed.

“tudo bem papi, estou saindo para hoje à noite!” i said, before i bent down to reach my shoes, before being met with my handsome husband, just blatantly staring, like analyzing what i was wearing. ["alright papi, im leaving for tonight!"]

“is it something wrong?” I asked before neymar stood up, walking over to me, his tall figure just standing over me. mnm.

“não... mas sua roupa, é problema meu. você não vai sair com essa roupa meu amor.” neymar shook his head, before slightly leaning against the wall before i kissed my teeth in a attempt to win him over. [“nope...but your outfit, is my problem. your not going out in that outfit my love.”]

“but babyyyyy! i thought this was ‘hubby approved?’” i whined, walking up to him, hoping that he would change his mind on the outfit. i like when he’s like that, possessive, but he wasn’t overly possessive. he just didn’t want anyone to see what was his.

“it is...but i know...you look this good? you might be hiding something under these leggings...your ass is moving way too much princess.” neymar smiled, wrapping his arms around me as he kissed my lips, before burying his face inside of my neck, making me break out in giggles.

“stop-neyyyy! why are you feeling in my pantsss?-” you kept squirming in his arms, before his hands successfully made it to the inside of your tights before he felt around your ass…

he stopped before he felt a thin string run across his hand, standing back, as he felt himmself run hard…just from rubbing against you, he knew you had on a thong, not let alone a g-string.

“princesa, puxe-os para baixo e deixe-me ver o que você está vestindo.” neymar demanded, his demeanor just turning me on in seconds…wet. [“princess, pull them down and let me see what you're wearin’”]

pouting and just irritated in general about the whole ordeal, i whined, him not budging at all. still.

cockblocker.

“what did i say?” his accent was present in his english.

“ugh…fine.” I rolled my eyes, pulling my pants before revealing a black thong, causing him to bite his lip…just examining me and my figure , how natural my curves were and how my body snapped back just easily after birthing davi.

“are you trying to tempt me? by sneaking out in a thong mu amour?” neymar teased slightly, giving me that gaze.

wetted my underwear that fast-

“no…it’s just panties. what’s the big deal?” i sassed, before neymar chuckled, pulling me back swiftly, before his hand was around my throat just like that.

“or should i fix that attitude of yours? you wouldn’t wanna wake up davi would you?” neymar challenged, as my lip was tucked in my bottom teeth, feeling my legs go weak just from him putting me in my place that fast.

before huffing “no papi.” i responded, before he let go, his hands running back down my ass, gripping it in his hands, just caressing it before his lips made it to my ear.

(i have a thing for tatted hands…)

“so be a good girl and change for me. and drop the attitude.” neymar spoke, his breath hitching in my ear as he moved closer, making me whimper, sprinkled with a moan in this midst.

“okay…” i smiled, trailing off before walking back to our shared room, changing my underwear.

a short few minutes later, i walked back downstairs, to be smart, i put on his favorite pink laced panties he bought me for valentines day, standing in front of him.

“better now?” i huffed before standing up. neymar felt a heartbeat down there…the throbbing sensation grew the more he stared…and in his favorite panties? i was bound to be fucked up…

“way much better. covers up nicely.” neymar sarcastically spoke, before you could pull up or grab your leggings from the floor, neymar pulled you by your panties, causing me to fall on him.

“neyyy! i have to go! im gonna be-ouuu shit.” you felt him slap your ass, before softly sucking on your sweet spot, as i caressed his head.

“shhh…eles podem esperar, deixe-me provar baby antes de você sair... foda-se.” neymar muttered across your skin, before slapping your ass again, causing euphoric thoughts to take over as he repeatedly attacked my spot, sucking on it. [“shh, they can wait, let me get a taste baby, before you leave...fuck.”]

i guess im never leaving the house anytime soon…without any more inspections. i don’t mind it tho.

first neymar fic bc im obsessed, give me suggestions!, lemme know how i did loves!

[kaiispost]

soccer master list

request

💜 NEYMAR JR

★ Hyper bf

★ Why? (Pt.1)

★ “Minha vida”

★ Making out

💜 JUDE BELLINGHAM

★ Pressure

★ Injured

💜 JOÃO FELIX

★ Falling in love

★ Stealing clothes

💜 PHIL FODEN

★ Tall Bf! ("Headcanons!")

💜 PABLO GAVI

★ Instagram au

💜 MASON MOUNT

★ Instagram au

[nosugarallspice]

Can you do one where Neymar and the reader is at a party and then they have sex

Yes yes!

Word Count: 244

Minors DNI!!

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You gave yourself a quick look in the mirror before reaching for the door to step out- before you could exit the bathroom, Neymar came in, quickly shutting the door behind him, locking it.

“What are you doing-“ you were cut off by him kissing you. His hands are gripping you in all the right places. “Ney.” You giggled in between kisses, your hands resting on his chest.

“We can’t, not here babe.”

“I can’t help myself, you look so pretty, baby.” He turned you around, your back now pressed against his chest. You stare at him through the mirror, he towers over you.

“We’ll be quick, I promise.” He kissed your neck, pushing you forward so you’re leaning over the sink. Quickly pushing your dress up, pulling your panties to the slide, he slips in between your folds.

The way your wall’s swallowed him, the warmth of your cunt, he could cum right here, but he held on longer. He needed to fuck you.

Your moans filled the bathroom but you weren’t worried about anyone hearing- the music was loud enough to cover up your sounds.

His pace is fast and rough. You watched him through the mirror as he fucked you from behind. Your pussy clenched around him as your orgasm took over.

“That’s my girl,” he kissed your shoulder, “doing so good, baby.”

His own release approaches, his thrust becoming sloppier by the second, soon filling you up to the brim.

[pedriache]

EEEYYEEAAHHHHHH.

Teen!Neymar Jr. fluff where him and fem!reader are friends and while she is talking he laughs and reader slowly trails off because she just loves his smile and maybe it’s just like friends to lovers or something! it can end however you want and you can do whatever with it just at least there’s that little part idk! Thanks! P.S. I loveee your writing sm <3

High School Dreamers — Neymar Jr.

Pairing: Neymar x Fem!Reader

Summary: You couldn’t help the way your mind went completely blank just from hearing your best friend’s laugh.

Word Count: 515+

Disclaimer/s — As stated, this is teen!neymar… so! Bless!

A/N: Angst if you squint. I loved, I think. I love you 🐾 …

Seconds had turned into minutes. Ten minutes.

Inhaling deeply, you let out a huff. “Then—am I talking too much? I feel like I’m talking too much.”

All the boy did in front of you was shake his head, and that was enough for you to continue with your story. You weren’t sure if it was boring, not that you could tell with how Neymar was looking at you. It seemed like he wasn’t even listening, but you knew he was. He’s just... well, he’s weird.

Once you got to a specific part, he lets out a loud laugh—short, but contagious. You hated how just hearing the sound of it made you forget anything and everything you were saying. How could he, of all people, have this big of an effect on you?

The corners of his eyes crinkled and he leaned back for a second before leaning forward to wipe the bottom of his lip, leaving you on the verge of crumbling. You already knew he’d do that, having seen him do it every time he laughed. It only ever increased when it was you making him laugh. Oh, wow. That was... okay. Wow. That got you bad.

You’re sick. You’re actually sick to your stomach.

The brunette noticed the way the corner of your lips twitched slightly and how you trailed off, your words dying on your tongue.

“You okay?” Neymar questioned, tilting his head.

You didn’t even register the sound of his voice; all you saw was his mouth moving, no words coming out. Was this weird? He was your best friend, for crying out loud. He won’t feel the same. He won’t.

Just then, you feel the subtle touch of his fingers on your hand, snapping you out of your trance almost immediately. “What? I’m so sorry—huh?”

There was his laugh again. “I asked if you were okay. You seem, I don’t know, distracted.”

“Nope, I’m not distracted. Not at all,” you sputter out, gaze flickering to his hand that was still on yours, the pad of his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. What was he doing to you? You felt ill.

“Are you sure?” The need for your reassurance was something you couldn’t give him because no, you weren’t okay. You couldn’t think when he was around. How did you even last this long? You didn’t know. “Okay, c’mon. Can you talk to me?”

What? You met his eyes, “I am talking to you.”

“No, you’re not talking to me, you’re lying to me.”

“No, I’m not!” You defended, eyebrows furrowing. You weren’t lying. Oh, like… you were. It’s not like you could just tell him what you were thinking!

“Do you think I’m dense or something?” That question made you sigh. “I see right through you.”

He sees right through you, sure. But… does he?

“I’m fine! I just thought of something. You know, that was relevant to the story. Can I continue?”

And he just sighed, his fingers drumming on your hand for a moment longer before pulling away.

You’d tell him how you feel. One day. Now now.

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated ^_^.

DT(s) — @planetpedri + @spidybaby ! ౨ৎ

[leilakisakabiri]

Afternoon Activities (Neymar Jr)

Summary: You and Neymar face off in a football match.

Warning(s): none, just fluff.

Word Count: [1814]

You squeal running away from Neymar as he chased after you, a pillow in hand, trying to hit you.

"Davi, stop her!" Neymar shouts at the little boy, watching as he runs towards you from the opposite direction.

"Davi, please, don't do this!" You yell dramatically as he runs to you with hands outstretched trying to catch you.

He stops running when he hears your words, letting you pass by him and down the hallway into the living room.

"Davi! What are you doing? We could have got her!"

"She said please!" Davi responds.

Your face hurts from smiling so much as you let out a loud iaugh.

What a sweet kid.

Neymar jokingly glares at you as you stick your tongue out at him, both of you facing each other on opposites sides of the couch.

"Just give in Y/N!" Neymar tries.

You shake your head vigorously,

"No way. I'd rather run a 10 miles than do that, and you know I hate running."

This whole thing had started after you complained about being bored. You had come over to Neymar's house in the afternoon, and after being there for two hours just sitting on his couch as he played Fifa you found yourself wanting to do something. He had tried to get you to play, but you wanted to go outside. It was summer in Paris and it was a beautiful sunny day.

Why waste it?

After your revelation, he decided the best thing for the both of you to do was to play a friendly game of football. You immediately shot down his suggestion, while you watched Davi who had been busy playing with his dinosaurs in the corner lift his head with joy once he heard what Neymar said, clapping his hands together in excitement.

You weren't too bad of a player, however, obviously, your talents were nothing compared to Neymar, him being a professional and all. However, it wasn't the aspect of losing you that made you not want to play, even though you did lose, a lot, in fact almost every single game. It was the fact that Neymar did not hold back. He got so into the game, and once his competitiveness took over there was no stopping him. He would constantly play unfairly, by either tackling you to get the ball, or showboating simply to get you riled up.

The last time the both of you had played against each other, you had ended up with a nasty cut on your leg after he had shoved you and you landed rather ungracefully on a sprinkler wedged in the grass. Admittedly, you had started the brawl by pushing into him any chance you got, trying to distance him from the ball, but in the end, you got hurt and not him.

Since then you had been adamant about not playing with him, not wanting a repeat of last time.

"C'mon Y/N Please. I promise I won't do anything this time." He tried again.

"Your such a liar! You play so dirty! You always tackle me." You exclaimed.

He wiggled his eyes, a smirk on his face, "Shh bebe, don't say that in front of Davi. You're so wild."

You rolled your eyes for the hundredth time. This boy.

Before you could even finish your eye roll you felt someone slam into you, sending the both of you tumbling to the ground.

It took you about half a second after landing on the ground to realize Neymar had jumped over the couch and onto you.

What a bitch.

"Ugh ew! Get off." You whined trying to shove his body that was on top of yours away from you.

He laughed from above you,

"Oh I'm gross? I'm gross?" He questioned as he started to pepper your face with kisses and you squirmed underneath him, laughter escaping you.

"Ok fine maybe not gross. Now will you get up?"

Instead of getting up, you felt him snuggle closer to you, his warm hands wrapping around your waist as he laid his head on your chest.

"Mmm only if you play football with me."

"What are you 5?" You retorted, trying to keep up the act, but you found yourself running your hands through his hair as he laid on you.

You felt another body thud on top of yours, and you saw that Davi had joined your little huddle.

"I am!" he exclaimed proudly as he sat on top of Neymar, holding up 5 fingers.

"Don't do it for me. Do it for him." Neymar said.

"Please?" Davi spoke up.

You squinted your eyes, "Are you guys teaming up on me?"

The two of them just looked at you with blank stares.

You groaned, "Okay fine, now get up you’re cutting off my air flow."

You heard the boys cheer as they both stood up, letting you get up.

You had just stood up when you felt Neymar pull you into him, putting his arm around you as you walked to the backyard.

"I promise I'll go easy." He said.

You shook your head, looking up at him, "No way. Play your best."

You saw a grin adore his features as he squeezed your shoulders, "That's my girl."

You felt a warmth spread through your stomach as he said those words. No matter how much time you spent with Neymar he still made you blush like crazy with just the smallest things. He would always say the sweetest things in the most nonchalant ways like he wasn't even thinking twice about them, and you couldn't help but find it extremely endearing.

"Ok Davi, you ready?" You asked as you separated from Neymar, going to the middle of the makeshift field where Davi had already placed a ball.

Davi loved to watch you and Neymar play against each other, probably because it was the closest he got to seeing his dad on the field, and also because he loved watching you both playfully fight each other. He was supposed to be the referee but he never stopped Neymar from tackling you, or even ever gave out a foul.

He was clearly bias, but whatever.

"Ok, Go!" Davi shouted as both you and Neymar hit the ball at the same time, the ball stuck between the two of you.

Neymar got possession of the ball quickly and raced down the field. You mentally cursed yourself for letting it slip away, you had played enough times with him to begin to understand his mannerisms, and you were starting to be able to guess when he was faking and when he was actually going for it, yet you were distracted and let him take it away.

You chased after him, trying to stick your foot in front of his to get the ball back.

He expected your move and was quick to pull the ball back, passing around you.

He laughed, turning to look at you over his shoulder, "You have to be smarter than that amor."

You huffed, running towards the goal just as he prepared to shoot.

You got there just in time and dived, sending the ball flying out of bounds.

You saw Neymar's face fall as you saved it.

"Foul!" He called.

This little shit.

"Foul?" You screamed back looking at him in anger.

"Why is that foul? No way!"

“You touched the ball with your hand.” He argued.

“That’s because I’m the goalie!”

You both looked at Davi as he debated, "No foul!"

You cheered at his decision while Neymar hung his head, sad his son hadn't bought into his act. Clearly, there was no foul and you had just saved the goal, but Neymar's favorite pass time it seemed was annoying you, and he would do anything to achieve it.

Once the ball was back in play you raced forward, watching as Neymar charged towards you.

You had been practicing a few skills yourself, after you and your friend had stayed up late one night, wine drunk and daring each other to do random things, one of those being learning how to do a rainbow flick.

You watched intently as Neymar came closer, once he was close enough you surprised him by kicking the ball over his head, and bypassing him.

He stopped, shocked, and you used his surprise to your advantage as you ran across the field before kicking the ball into the net.

However, before you could celebrate your goal you felt a familiar body collide with yours.

This time you ended up on top, as Neymar took the brunt of the fall.

"Hey! Foul! I didn't even have ball anymore!" You shouted, sitting up when the world stopped spinning around you.

Neymar grabbed your hands, lacing them with his before pulling you down on top of him, "Been practicing hmm? Got tricks now?" he whispered his breath fanning across your face.

You felt your heartbeat accelerate at how close he was, suddenly very aware of the fact that you were straddling him, "I've got a lot of tricks."

You felt him inhale sharply, his smirk slipping away as his eyes sparkled with mischief, "Is that a promise?"

The moment was interrupted when you heard Davi running over,

"What is going on?" He asked, hands on his hips.

You held up your hands in surrender as you got off Neymar, "Don't look at me ref. Neymar is the one who decided to foul me."

Davi considered this for a moment before he finally nodded, "Ok. Free goal."

You grinned up at him, from your position on the grass, pulling his little body into a tight hug, "Holy shit, 2 goals for 1? I'll take it!"

Davi giggled against you, "Y/N, bad word." He exclaimed shaking his finger at you.

"Oops. Sorry I'm just on a high." You smiled.

"Let's just end the game here."

Neymar looked over at you, seemingly not pleased before he caved, "Ok Fine."

You stood up cheering, and dancing with Davi.

"YAY! I AM THE CHAMPION." you screamed, letting go of Davi before sending hand kisses to your imaginary fans.

"Yeah, yeah, don't let it get to your head." Neymar retorted coming up to stand next to you, amused by your antics.

You turned to look at him, eyebrow raised, "Oh what like you did?"

You watched as he let out a gasp, feigning hurt, "Ouch Y/N you wound me."

You rolled your eyes, patting his chest, "I'm sure you'll find someway to get over it."

"Now c'mon, you have to play Fifa with me so I can beat you in that too." You said, already walking back into the house, still on your high from winning.

He grinned at your retreating form,

"She definitely let it get to her head." He whispered to Davi as he led him towards the house.

"Heard that!" You shouted.

Both him and Davi let out giggles at your response and you found yourself smiling widely again as you walked back into the living room.

You could definitely get used to this.

[hamiltonaf]

| M A S T E R L I S T |

- FOOTBALL & FORMULA 1 -

F O O T B A L L :

Jude Bellingham

Texts | Part 1

Kylian Mbappé

One More Dance | Fluff

Payback | Fluff

Bitter | Fluff

Day Off | Fluff

Tickles | Fluff

Expecting the Unexpected | Angst + Fluff

Tie the Knot | Fluff

Fender Bender | Angst + Fluff

Ferrari Fangirl | Fluff

One Night Stand | Angst + Fluff

Daddy’s Princess | Fluff

Falling for You | Angst + Fluff

Kiss & Makeup | Angst + Fluff

Friends with Benefits | Fluff

Trust Issues | Angst + Fluff

Texts | Part 1

Mason Mount

Party Aftermath | Angst + Fluff

Summer Break(Up) | Fluff

Neymar Jr.

Daddy Duties | Fluff

F O R M U L A 1 :

Lando Norris

Seeking His Attention | Fluff

Veiled Emotions P1 P2 | Fluff

Prank & Payback | Fluff

Lewis Hamilton

Night Owl | Fluff

Confession | Fluff

Wingman | Fluff

Texts | Part 1

Jealousy | Fluff

Fantasize | Smut + Fluff

Icebreaker | SMAU

Daniel Ricciardo

PDA | Fluff

[neymarluvrr]

neymar jr- ꧁✿❦

summary: you do the famous wrap challenge with neymar

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"right, do you know how the challenge works?-" you were abruptly cut short of your sentence when neymar decided it would be funny to slap the wrap he had in his hand around your face when you turned to face him.

he threw his head back and laughed out loud, you staring at him, mouth wide. "NEYMAR!"

"m'sorry." he snorted, looking at your face that was shocked and he started laughing again. "i can't-"

"we haven't even started yet!" you exclaimed, grabbing another wrap out the package, deciding to get him back by slapping it around his face.

"Y/N!" he copied your reaction, and you both began to laugh. you shook your head, inhuman noises coming out of both of your bodies.

"right." he says, his laughter dying down, clearing his throat. "you said we have to do this with water, yes?" he asked you, grabbing the glass of water that was on the table infront of you both.

"yep, and we have to do rock paper scissors to see who goes first." you explain clearly as the first time you tried to do that, he had slapped the wrap around your face.

"you dare spit the water at me, and i swear to god-' he mumbled, taking a sip of water, making sure to keep it in his mouth and not to drink it.

"then dont hit it too hard around my face and that won't happen." you said sweetly, taking the glass from him and copying his actions.

you put the glass a safe distance away from you both so none of you could accidentally knock it over.

"okayreadyrockpaperscissors?" you tried to speak, but obviously couldn't due to the water in your mouth. it came out as an inaudible mumble and neymar put his hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh.

however, he nodded as if he understood you. you both started to do rock paper scissors and on shoot you help up a rock while neymar held up the scissors sign.

YES!

you grinned as best as you could without water spilling out and neymar sighed, looking at you wearily.

you picked up the wrap, a laugh already starting to creep up your throat. neymar stepped back, shaking his head as you help the wrap up.

you both were laughing silently, surprisingly keeping the water in your mouth. you swat his hands away, both of you looking like a pair of chipmunks from the way you were both silently laughing.

you grab his hand to stop it blocking his face and with the other one you slapped the wrap around his face, causing him to spit his water out because he was laughing.

you did the same, however you aimed for the sink to spit yours into unlike neymar who just couldn't hold it in.

you let out a loud cackle, holding onto the counter for support. "im going to piss myself."

"that was so hard." neymar laughed, rubbing his cheek.

"i can't." you wiped under your eyes, grabbing the cup to go again. "you know the whole point of this game is to keep the water in your mouth."

even you knew that it was too funny to be able to keep it in your mouth.

"okay, go again." neymar said and you both put water in your mouth.

you did rock paper scissors again, this time you doing the paper sign and neymar holding up scissors. shit. your eyes widened and neymar looked at you with a gleam in his eyes.

neymar beckoned you over when you took a few steps back, shaking your head, you were trying so hard to keep the water in your mouth right now. he picked ups a wrap, grabbing your hip to stop you from walking back.

you tried to squirm out his grip, but he tightened his hand on you, shaking his head.

if he spits the water all over my face, i swear-

he smacks the wrap around your face, not as hard as you did to him though, thankfully and you both turned around, spitting the water out, laughing like a bunch of buffoons.

you did a couple more rounds, unfortunately neymar winning the rock paper scissors, so you had to suffer the wraps to your face..

[libraryofloveletters]

Surprise!

Neymar Jr x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: it’s giving friends to lovers to strangers to lovers again, ney is lowkey full of himself, reader is over him but still she sticks with him, unspoken feelings, a bit of tension, almost forgotten birthdays, slight mention of the beginning of a panic attack, confessions of love. 

Word Count: 3.6k

Author’s Note: think 2017-2018 ney when he was like peak fuckboy and everyone in the world was drooling over him 👍🏽 this was an old idea I reworked so it's dedicated to my bestie for the restie @themandaloriansdiaries​ happy birth week bitch <3

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Barcelona, Spain - 2014. 

A little coffee shop off the corner of the street, just a few minutes walk from Barca’s training grounds. It was tucked away from the madness, your head buried in your textbooks. Your campus was 10 minutes away, you’d end up there after lectures for a coffee and end up staying until closing. You didn’t mind the noise or the people watching. 

There was always one guy that stopped in almost every other day like clock work, 9pm on the dot as they were closing up; never did they turn him away, even though everything was being packed away when he was showing up. 

As they say, curiosity killed the cat and you finally caved, letting your thoughts get the better of you one evening. 

It was late, nearing 9 o'clock and the cafe was about to close. Your books were getting stuffed into your bag when the man looked over at you from the counter, he flashed you a smile as you zipped your bag. 

“What are you doing here?” You blurted out without thinking. 

He looked back at you, puzzled. “Me?” He points to himself, making sure you were talking to him; as if you were talking to anyone else, the place was empty besides you two and the last worker left. 

“Yes, you. Do you work the nightshift or something? Are you a doctor? Why are you always here at closing?” 

The man laughed, shaking his head. “I’m not a doctor. You don’t know who I am?” He asked and your brows furrowed. 

“Bold of you to assume I would know who you are.” 

“Well, do you?” 

“Why would I?” You looked over at him, bag now slung over your shoulder. 

He shrugs, sticking his hand out to you. “Well in that case, I’m Neymar.” You took his hand, shaking it. “Sounds familiar, am I supposed to know you from somewhere?” 

Your hand is still in his as he pulls you towards the little window at the front of the cafe, pointing to the massive billboard hung off the side of La Masia. 

A photo of Messi, Suarez and himself sat against the wall under the floodlights. 

“You play for Barca?” You turned to him, a little shocked. You had seen a game now and then with friends but you never paid much attention. Of course you knew Messi, who didn’t know Messi? Even Suarez looked familiar but for some reason, Neymar never caught your attention. 

“I do,” he smiled, spinning the straw in his cup. 

“Cool, are you any good?” You ask, the question seemed to have caught him off guard. 

The man looked at you, brows furrowed as his head tilted to the side. “I'd like to say yes,” he chuckled to himself. “They don’t put you on a billboard if you’re not any good.” 

“I suppose,” you shrugged. 

Ney smiled at you, “maybe I'll see you around.. I didn’t catch your name?” 

“Y/n,” you offered him your hand, the man taking it and pressing a kiss to it. 

Now you were the one off guard, looking at him a bit confused. “I was thinking a handshake but I guess that works too.” You laughed, earning a smile from Ney. 

Ney shrugs, tossing the now empty cup into the trash can. “Well, y/n. I’ll see you around.” 

And that you did; more often than not, you found yourself hanging around waiting for the handsome football player. Your work would sit open on your laptop, the cursor blinking as you stared out the window, waiting for him to walk by. The moment you spotted him, you started typing again.

Ney would find himself leaving training as soon as it was over, rather than waiting around just so he could get a few more minutes with you before the cafe closed. 

It was a little routine you two fell into. 

He’d come in, flash you a smile and you’d roll your eyes. Ney would order you another coffee, sit across from you as you typed away on your laptop. You two would sit in silence before he started poking around, asking what you're working on. You’d tell him to hush, you're trying to concentrate and eventually, your laptop is tucked away in your bag and you two were wrapped up in a conversation.

Eventually, he invited you to a game and you were given all the special treatment he could think of; you assured him that inviting you was enough, you weren’t expecting a seat in his box or a jersey he had made just for you with your name and his number.  

He went out of his way to make sure you had all of those things - something he continued to do throughout his years at Barca and even now that he’s at PSG. 

The weekend you had gone to the game was a good one, they were playing Sevilla at Camp Nou. 

The entire stadium was painted blue, red and yellow, the cheers erupting from the second the players stepped out of the tunnel. The game was off to a good start, Leo had scored 21′ and it had gone to half 1-0. Returning from the half, Sevilla had a goal and then Ney scored at 49′- you had never seen anything like it before; not a goal but to feel a stadium explode like that when someone scores. It's happened before with Leo but it’s different when the person you know is the one that scored. 

The match ended 5-1, two more goals from Leo and one from Ivan. 

While you were up there, you had met Ney’s son, Davi,  who was there with his mum, Carol. Ney had told you a bit about them, he and Carol were good friends now, there were no romantic feelings but you knew he cared about her, deeply too, and that was to be expected, she’s the mother of his child. 

Nonetheless, she was taking Davi down to see his father and she asked if you’d like to join her. 

“Oh, I- you’re sure I’m overstepping?” 

You looked at the woman and she smiled, shaking her head. “Not at all, Ney invited you here so I'm sure he’d like to see you.” 

You followed her downstairs, the woman leading you through the many back hallways it took to find your way down to the Barca locker room, a place you would find yourself many times over the next few years - so much so that you would be able to find it with your eyes closed.

“There’s daddy,” she pointed him out to Davi, Ney’s already bent down to pick up the boy. He whispers something to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek before coming over to say hello to Carol. 

Her hand patted his side, taking Davi back from him for a moment. “I think someone is waiting to say hello,” she smiles, nodding towards you. 

Ney looks over in your direction, a smile on his face as he walks you to you. His arms open when he reaches you, you instinctively step into his arms and let him hug you. 

“You came.” He smiles, arms still around you when he takes the step back. 

You shrug, “you invited me and I had nothing else to do,” you joked, earning a laugh from him. 

“I scored,” he tells you. 

You nod. “I saw.” 

“Seems you’ve brought good luck.” 

“You don’t need luck.” 

“I need you,” he says, eyes meeting yours. You can’t help but roll your own in response to his statement. “Shut up,” you laughed, brushing off his cheeky comment. 

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Paris, France 2023. 

The sound of honking woke you, you must have forgotten the window opened last night. Your hand rubbed over the empty spot beside you, trying to find your phone. 

11:23am stared back at you and you decided it was time to finally get up for the day. You stretched, making your way down the long hallway after getting ready for the day. You assumed Ney would be in the gym seeing that he said he had the day off.

He had invited you to Paris to spend the week with him, it was his last week off before preseason and you two don’t see each other as often as you’d like after his departure from Barca.  

He abruptly decided to leave Barca at the end of the 2016-2017 season and at that point, you had finally landed your dream job, there was no way you would uproot your life. 

See, the two of you had been spinning around in a will they, won’t they thing for quite some time and you were finally approaching the they will territory when he  left for Paris. 

Ney asked you to join him, begged you even.

A part of you wanted to say yes but you always promised yourself that you'd never let anything get in the way of your dream life. 

Sometimes you regret not going with him, especially when you saw that things were a bit tough for him; it broke your heart to not be there for him but you two remained friends. 

You saw each other 2-3 times a year, maybe more if you had to travel for work. He always scheduled a week away for you two sometime during the summer, even if it was just as friends. 

Somehow, not a big surprise, the two of you leave the yearly trip with an unsettling feeling; the week alone makes you both realize that if you had only joined him in Paris that life would be different for you. 

Much to your surprise, the gym was empty. You found your way back upstairs. 

“Ney?” You shouted, walking through the house. You stopped to get some coffee, the pot was full which meant he was home at some point. 

“Ney!” You called once more, peeking outside to see if he was in the yard. 

The house was empty, aside from you. 

You spot something on the table in the dining room and you make your way over to see a note from him. 

“Morning sleepyhead, 

Unfortunately, I have a few last minute things to get done for pre season and I’m not sure when I'll be back. Order whatever you’d like for lunch - I'm assuming that when you’re gonna get up anyways. 

My card is in my room on the vanity, take it and have a good day, go out and spoil yourself a bit. Feel free to take whatever car you want, keys are in the garage. 

Happy birthday, Y/n.

- Love, Ney.” 

You huff, setting the paper and your mug on the table. Okay so at least he remembers your birthday you thought to yourself. 

What last minute things does he need to do that’s so important that it can’t wait until next week? 

Nonetheless, you take him up on the offer; getting ready for the day and heading out into the city, his card tucked away in your purse. You ended up going to your favourite restaurant, one of the first places you visited when you came to Paris. 

Ney had brought you when he was touring the PSG grounds before he officially made his decision to leave. You two had sat in the back, the player begging you to join in in Paris but you couldn't bring yourself to say yes. 

As you sit there, the memories come flooding in. 

Every time you're in this god awful city, you regret your answer that first night you were there. 

Lunch wrapped up shortly after your thoughts slipped away or rather, you forced them away because it was making your head spin, the feeling of the restaurant closing in on you made you feel a sense of urgency to leave. You found yourself wandering the streets of Paris, finally stopping at a store that caught your eye. 

The racks of colourful clothing and purses lined on the wall would take hours to sort through it but was the dress in the display that made you come in; black and fitted, a low cut neckline and an even lower back, the dress stopped mid tight and when you tried it on, it was like it was made just for you. The sales associate that was helping you brought over a pair of heels that she thought would match and she was right, it completed the look. 

She took the dress and the heels from you, getting you a new set from the back and wrapped it up in two slick black bags, sliding them over the counter to you after you paid. 

You felt like this was enough, despite knowing you could buy the entire city and Ney wouldn’t mind but you headed back to his place. His car parked in the driveway and you headed inside, “I'm back!” You called. 

Ney peeked over the side of the couch to see you coming down the hallway towards him, “where's the rest?” He nodded towards the two bags in your hand. 

“This is it.” 

“That’s it?” 

“Yup,” you nodded, handing his card back over to him. 

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a bit, Ney was telling you about his pre season stuff and you told him about the day you had. He looked over at you, moving to lay on his stomach, his chin now resting on your thigh. 

“I know that look,” you give him a glance, brows furrowed as you tried to figure him out. “What do you want?” 

“Let’s go to dinner.” 

“I’m not that hungry, I ate not too long ago.” 

He pouted, yes, pouted like a child, looking up at you. “C’mon, please? It's your birthday, let me take you out.” 

You gave in, knowing he'd just keep digging until you said yes. “Fine, let me get changed and we can head out.” 

Ney let you go, leaving you to get ready for dinner. It wasn’t until an hour later that he knocked on your door, sticking his head in and asking to come in. You tell him it’s his house and the man rolled his eyes at your comment but sat on the edge of the bed as you pulled the pins out of your hair. 

He watches as you walk over to him, standing between his legs. “Zip me up?” You glance over your shoulder at him. 

One tug and the zipper was up, he patted your hip - his way of telling you he was done. “You look beautiful,” he tells you with a smile when you turn to face him. 

He gets up, “ready?” 

You slipped your shoes on, “mhm hm, ready.” 

The two of you headed out, Ney had picked some restaurant you two said you would try the last time you were in Paris. Dinner was quiet, the food was good and you two caught up on all the gossip from mutual friends, piecing together the half told stories you had heard. 

It dug at you a bit that he didn’t actually tell you happy birthday. 

He kept mentioning it, he said it in the note but it’s not the same; you were actually there with him during your birthday for the first time in years. Ney was one of your oldest friends and someone you spent so much time with, it hurt you a bit but you brushed off the feeling, not wanting it to ruin your night. 

You were a bit tired but Ney insisted you two stayed for dessert, telling you that he heard it was worth it. It struck you as odd that he wanted to stay but you gave in. 

At some point after you two met the middle of the slice of cake you decided to split, you called it quits, telling Ney your heels were killing your feet and you’d like to head home. He gave in suspiciously quick but paid and drove you home. The porch light was on, you're almost certain it was off when you left but you ignored the light while Ney unlocked the door and let you walk in. 

Kicking your heels off by the front door, you sighed with relief to have your feet free from the self inflicted torture. 

You almost missed the speckles of red along the floor, rose petals lead to the living room and you glanced back at Ney, shooting him a confused look. His hand rested on your back as he urged you to keep walking. You followed the trail of flowers into the living room to see what was there. 

What awaited you was like nothing you'd seen before, maybe only in romance movies with rich guys; massive bouquets of flowers, balloons covered the ceiling along with the back wall by the couch, the balloon letters spelt out happy birthday and there were two numbers that were your age. Not to mention the numerous gift bags and boxes set up on the coffee table along with a cake, your name written across it in blue frosting. 

Your hands covered your mouth as you looked around, Ney’s cheek pressed to yours as he hugged you from behind. “You didn’t think I'd let your birthday go by without properly celebrating it, did you?”

“Thank you,” you smiled, turning around to hug him. “This is-” 

“Before you say it’s too much, it’s not enough for everything you are to me,” he tells you, a hand giving your hip a squeeze. “Go on.” He nods towards the table. 

You made yourself comfortable on the floor by the coffee table, Ney came back from the kitchen with two forks, some candles and a lighter. 

He stuck the candles in the cake and lit them, singing happy birthday to you terribly off-key. You made sure to record a little bit before setting your phone down to blow out the candles. 

He bought you just about everything your heart could desire, from shoes to clothes to makeup, to luggage and purses, it felt like he had bought one of everything in Paris for you. You turned around, shifting to between his legs when you pulled him into a hug, the man hunched over as you were still sitting on the floor. 

It was all a bit overwhelming, so when he pulled out one more box from his pocket, you looked at him a bit confused. 

“Another one?” You asked, hesitantly taking the box that was being offered to you. 

It was small, a little blue box with a bow over it. It was too heavy to be jewelry considering the size of the box. “Oh my god, you didn’t buy me a car, did you? Because that would be way too much.” 

Ney laughed, shaking his head. “Just open it.” 

So you did, undoing the bow and taking off the lid to find a set of keys; house keys identical to the set you had on the vanity in your room at the moment.  

“Keys to your house?” You looked at him confused. 

“Yes, but these are specifically for you.” He tells you and you look down at the bunch of keys on the ring, there were a few key chains; one of your initials, a PSG one, a Barca one and one was a custom one with a photo of you and him from the first time you went to one of his games. “That way you can come and go as you please.” 

There’s a hidden meaning behind his words. “Ney.. what are you trying to say?”

“I want you here.. with me. It doesn't feel right like this, y/n. The two of us separated like this, knowing we're supposed to be together. Seeing you a few times a year isn’t enough for me and nothing’s changed in the way I feel for you, I love you. I have always loved you.” 

“I-” you let out a breath, trying to gather your thoughts. 

“You're running your own firm, you travel for work anyways. Why can't we do this? Like we were supposed to from the start.” He looks down at you and you glance down at the keys in your hand. 

“I regretted it,” you say, looking up at him. “I’ve regretted saying no to you from the moment I left you in Paris the first time. Not a week goes by where I don’t wish I had said yes.” 

Ney’s hands cupped your jaw, meeting you halfway when you move onto your knees. “It’s not too late.” 

Your eyes met his, “it’s not?” 

“It’s never too late for you, y/n. I would wait a million years if it meant you were mine.” 

“Well, that’s a bit dramatic, Ney.” You laughed, earning a smile from him. The man leaned in, lips about to touch yours, “will you move in with me?” 

“Yes,” you nodded, your hand wrapped around his wrist when he pulled you into him, closing the gap between you two. It felt like nothing had changed, you two had picked up right where you left off and you were glad for that; nothing ever felt as right as saying yes to him. 

“One more thing,” he tells you and you shake your head, “I hate to say it, I'm all gifted out.” 

“Happy birthday, y/n.” He finally whispers to you, you smiled up at him. “Thank you, Ney, for everything.” 

“Nothing’s ever too much for you.” He whispers, kissing your temple. 

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[azir-018]

MENDING HEARTS

warning: angst but happy ending

summary: They stood in each other's arms, ready to let go of the past and embrace a future filled with love and happiness.

The cool breeze swept through the streets of Barcelona, carrying with it an undercurrent of tension. You and Neymar found yourselves standing at a crossroads, emotions swirling between you like a tempestuous storm. It was the aftermath of a heated argument, and the pain of hurtful words hung heavily in the air.

Standing in front of the Camp Nou, you couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. This iconic stadium had witnessed your shared triumphs and celebrated victories, but now it seemed to reflect the shattered state of your relationship. Neymar stood a few feet away, his face etched with regret and longing.

"I never meant to hurt you," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the distant sounds of the city. "I was just scared...scared of losing you."

His confession pierced your heart, the raw vulnerability in his eyes tugging at your emotions. You knew deep down that the love you shared had been clouded by misunderstandings and fear. You took a step closer, cautiously closing the physical distance between you.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you spoke, your voice filled with a mixture of pain and hope. "Neymar, the way we've been hurting each other... it's not what love is supposed to be. We need to find a way to heal and rebuild what we had."

He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "I know, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. I can't bear the thought of losing you."

The sincerity in his words warmed your heart, rekindling the flicker of hope within you. There was still love between you, buried beneath layers of hurt and regret. It was time to unravel those layers and allow your hearts to mend.

With cautious steps, you reached out and cupped his cheek, your touch gentle and comforting. "Neymar, let's start over. Let's rebuild our love, one step at a time."

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and savoring the warmth of your hand on his face. When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with determination and a newfound sense of clarity.

"Yes, let's start over," he said, his voice steady. "No more walls, no more doubts. Just you and me, committing to love each other fully."

A weight lifted from your shoulders, and a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. This was the turning point, the moment when your relationship would be reborn from the ashes of past mistakes.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the city, you and Neymar walked hand in hand through the streets of Barcelona. The world seemed to slow down, allowing you to savor every moment of your newfound connection.

The familiar sights and sounds of the city took on a renewed vibrancy as you explored its streets together. Laughter mingled with shared stories, creating a melody of joy that resonated deep within your souls. The wounds of the past were healing, replaced by a love that was stronger than ever.

When you finally reached a quiet park, Neymar stopped and turned to face you. His eyes shimmered with tenderness as he took both your hands in his.

"Today is the beginning of a new chapter for us," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "I promise to love you with all my heart, to cherish and protect our love, no matter what challenges lie ahead."

Tears of happiness welled up in your eyes as you nodded, your voice filled with love. "And I promise to trust you, to communicate openly, and to never lose sight of the love we share."

With those words, Neymar pulled you into his arms, enveloping you in a warm and tender embrace. In that moment, all the pain and heartache of the past seemed to melt away, replaced by the overwhelming feeling of being loved and understood.

As the two of you held each other tightly, a sense of peace washed over you, assuring you that you were exactly where you were meant to be. The world around you faded into the background as you focused on the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest.

"I love you," Neymar whispered, his voice filled with sincerity and devotion.

A smile bloomed on your face, and you whispered back, "I love you too, Neymar, with all my heart."

In that shared declaration of love, the wounds of the past were mended, and a new chapter began for both of you. With every passing moment, you built a love that was stronger, more resilient, and fortified by the challenges you had overcome.

Hand in hand, you and Neymar walked into the future, ready to face whatever obstacles may come your way. Together, you would navigate the highs and lows, knowing that your love would always be the guiding light that led you back to each other.

And as the sun set on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, you knew that your love story was just beginning, filled with hope, happiness, and the promise of a lifetime of shared adventures.

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