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wavypotatochips · 2 years ago

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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

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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.

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neymarluvrr · 2 years ago

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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..

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nymrs · 2 years ago

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#3. HOMESICK | Neymar Jr

SUMMARY: You're moving to Paris to live with Neymar, but soon start to miss your old home.

Still half asleep, you stretched out your hand to the other side of the bed, only to realise your boyfriend wasn’t there. You slowly opened your eyes and saw the mess he left behind - his shirts, shorts, socks. Some of his belongings where thrown on your shared bed, others didn’t even make it there and were simply left on the floor. "Fucking pig", you groaned and covered your face with the blanket, taking a last deep breath before finally dragging yourself out of the bed. You were about to put on your morning gown when you heard your two dogs scratch the door, begging for you to open it. "Good morning babies", you squeaked, caressing their petite bodies, "Are you hungry?" You entered the kitchen, filling their bowls and switching on the coffee machine when you noticed a small note on the kitchen counter. Tried your dads recipe, I hope you like them :) te amo minha gata. Smiling to yourself, you removed the note. He really tried to make your dads 'magical sandwiches', like he called them. Your dad apparently put some special ingredients in them, something he has told no one about - except Neymar. Neymar knew you would miss your family and your family’s traditions, just like those special sandwiches every sunday, so he did everything he could to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

Enjoying your sandwich, that unexpectedly was as good as your fathers, you again started to feel weird being alone in such a huge apartment. The only noise was your dogs running around.

Needless to say, you loved living with Neymar. After being in a long distance relationship for over a year, you were now lucky enough to finally have him around you every day, but you had to admit you felt a little lonely in Paris. He was always busy with training and meetings, while you stayed at home, cleaning and cooking, taking a walk with the dogs, waiting for him to finally come home. You barely knew anyone there. Neymar has of course introduced you to his friends and his teammates girlfriends and wives, but you weren’t close enough to call them over and hang out. Nevertheless, you kept telling yourself that it’s been just the first three weeks, it would get better.

You were about to go out with the dogs, when you got an incoming FaceTime call from your sister - or at least you thought it was your sister. Answering the call, you saw your two nephews widely smiling at the screen. They kept on telling you how much they missed you and asked when you'd finally visit them again. Oh God, if they only knew how much you missed them. The call ended, and so did your good mood that you had while talking to them. Finally, you broke out in tears as you looked around the house and realised all this simply wasn’t yours, it wasn’t your home yet. You quickly walked up the stairs to your bedroom and hid yourself under the blanket, putting on some random Netflix series and scrolling through your phones gallery until you dozed off.

When you woke up from your nap, you could hear Neymar talking on his phone downstairs. You rubbed your eyes, trying to act as normal as possible. Neymar put so much effort into your well-being, you didn’t want to let him know how you actually felt sometimes. "Alright, talk to you later. Bye", Neymar hung up when he saw you entering the living room. You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him from behind, "Hey babe. How was your day?" He turned around to give you a quick kiss when he saw your red puffy eyes. "What’s wrong? What happened?" You looked at him confused and tilted your head to the side. "You’ve been crying. Did anything happen? Are you okay?" Slowly shaking your head, you put on a fake smile. "I'm good babe, really", you pulled him closer, leaning your head against his chest, "Thank you for the sandwiches." Neymar proudly smiled and softly ran through your hair, "Did you like them?" He placed a gentle kiss onto your forehead before pulling away from you. You nodded in response. Neymar still didn’t believe you were fine, but he decided he would wait until you felt like talking about it. "What did you do today?", he asked, dragging you onto the sofa he just dropped himself on. "Uhm, nothing much actually. My nephews called me over FaceTime", you grinned remembering how happy they got the moment they saw your face. "You miss them, hm?", he wiped away the tear that you didn’t even realised was rolling down your cheek. Now that you were thinking about it again, you couldn’t stop yourself from quietly crying. Neymar pulled you onto his lap and started stroking your back, you hid your face in his neck. "Please let me know if there’s anything I can do for you meu anjo", he whispered.

"No Neymar, you’re perfect. You’ve done enough for me already", you sobbed and lifted your head up. The two of you remained silent for a bit. "You know what?", he spoke up, you hummed in response, "I'll take a few days off. And you decide what we’re doing, okay? Whether it’s visiting your family, them coming over here, uh… hanging out with my mates, going somewhere else, spending time alone. Whatever you want meu amor. Just tell me."

That was one of the reasons you loved him so much - he never failed to show how much he cared. No matter what was going on, Neymar was the only one that could put a smile on your face again.

"You really don’t have to do that Ney. I know how important training is for you right now", you said. "Nothing's more important than you, Y/N. Look at what you’ve done for me, leaving your family and friends, literally leaving everything behind. That’s the least I can do." Your lips formed a huge smile before you crashed them onto his. "I love you. Thank you."

"I love you Y/N, so much."

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lfc21 · 2 years ago

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Wedding night

Player: Neymar jr

TW: Fluff, wedding scene

Authors note: This is my first Neymar jr imagine! Please leave feedback, I greatly appreciate it.

You thought love was about red roses and expensive dinners. Truth is, love is giving half of your food even when they say they weren't hungry. Love is waking up at 4am to their snores and refraining from shoving them off the bed. It's talking in accents just to make the laugh and trying to embarrass one another in public. It's going on adventures and making fun of each other. It's stupid fights and memorable makeups. Love isn't pretty and romantic. Love is just stumbling through life with your best friend.

You stood on the balcony of your honeymoon, sweet. The floods of guests stood singing and beaming in the court yard. It was your big day, and it wasn't just a day that you were excited for. It was the rest of your life. Your hands held the metal running across the Juliet balcony. The sun was dancing of the ring in which held the most important thing to you, your love. You inhaled, feeling the most clear breath you had gained all day. It was now stress free. You felt your husbands hands wrap around your small frame. His hands sat on the bodes of your white gown, and his head was resting on your shoulder as he inhaled your comforting scent.

"You look gorgeous bebê" He said in his soft angelic accent. You leaned into his embrace as your eyes watched your family and friends dance and sing as if it was their last day. Your hands fell on top of his as the cold feeling of his new ring laid rest on your palm.

"I think I can say the same to you," you softly said with a smirk as you turned around in his embrace. Your eyes looked up through your lashes as his signature smirk fell so deeper into your vision. You were addicted to him.

"I'm glad where on the same page," He said in a smile as his lips fell lightly onto yours. You let out a giggle at his obvious jokes. His hands were taking up the majority of your back. Neymar had never had a clear obsession with wedding dresses, but in this moment, he was the one most addicted. He could have kept you in this pure look for the rest of your lives.

"Where always on the same page," you remark with a laugh as your hands hold him from behind your back and slowly unwrapped them from your body. His eyes were piercing into you. It was as if he was telling a million stories just by looking at you. "Come on, we have guests," you added, stringing the s on your last word as you wondered past him with a swing of your hips. He quickly ran his body to you as he quickly wondered to your moving back and hunched over to grab your hand. His eyes were resting on the curves in your body. If it was up to him, he would have you in this suite all day. You wouldn't have complained he was sculpted from god in his perfectly fitted suit and his delicately styled hair.

"Do you know what I think we should do for a joint wedding present?" He casually asked as you shut the door and walked hand in hand down the grand hallway. His hand was modelled into yours.

"What?" You asked with a smile as you looked up at his working face. He looked down at you with a smirk and nothing but a giddy laugh.

Hey guys 👋🏻 This is my first Neymar Jr. imagine, so I really hope you enjoy it. 😉 I would greatly appreciate feedback and requests ❤️ Thank you all so much for the support 💌

"I think Davi needs a brother or sister," He explained with a teethy grin. You simply shuck your head with a smile as you tugged him quicker down the hall. Maybe he was right? After all, it was your wedding night.

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neyslover · 2 years ago

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hii can u request a fic for neymar where we have a daughter together and they have a close bond he talks about it on his documentary (sorry if I’m not specific😭😭)

the daughter is 3 btw

have a nice day!!

"What about Adriana?" The interviewer asked Neymar.

"My beautiful girl!" Ney's face lit up at the mention of his daughter, "So many things I can say about my Adri."

"Let's start with your bond with her then. Is it close? Has it always been close?"

"It most definitely is close! She's my little princess. Y/N says I spoil her too much, but what can I do? She's the light of my life."

"She's... 4. Correct?"

"3." Neymar corrected, "She's turning 4 in 6 months."

"Ah... I see." the interviewer flushed, "How would you describe your bond with her?"

"Like a 13 year old boy with a football." he chuckled. "I grew up poor, and when I was young, I never expected to be able to treat my family this way. I promised myself that I would spoil my family unconditionally even if it meant I had to sell a kidney. I'm very happy that I can now do everything I promised myself without selling a kidney!"

"Have you ever thought of... leaving her? Your family?"

"God- no! Of course not! My whole life, I worked so hard to get to this moment. To have a family that's satisfied with me. I wouldn't even dream of leaving. Besides, my little Adri can't live without me!"

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blubffsd · 2 years ago

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requests are open!! i write for neymar jr and jude bellingham if you can avoid asking me for angst and drama it would be better just fun and fluff cause if not it bores me 💔

#neymar imagines #neymar jr #jude #jude bellingham fic #jude bellingham #football x reader #football one shot #football imagine #football

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mdnspearss · 2 years ago

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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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wavypotatochips · 2 years ago

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𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐𝘵 | 𝘕𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘑𝘳 [ENEMIES TO LOVERS SORT OF VIBE] SUGGESTIVE MINORS DNI

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: NeymarJr x Female Reader

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 4.4k

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: You have been hired as a model to appear in a promotional photo session for a lingerie company. You don't find out who your companion is until you arrive at the shoot and encounter Neymar, a boy you despise as he once played with your heart.

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: I have been working on this in-between request and it is finally completed c': I Love writing about Neymar so its no surprise all of the NeyNey imagines I've written are so long LOL. MORE NEYMAR JR RECOGNITION RAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!

Song that inspired this : You Know You Like It by DJ Snake, AlunaGeorge

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(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ♥

Your hands are firmly holding the cup of coffee as you lean against the kitchen counter. Taking a short sip, you pay attention to Riley, your manager, as she speaks. "The next shoot will begin in around two hours. Together with another male model, you'll be modeling for a company named Super Dry. The company is seeking a sexual-romantic mood, therefore you two will be very close. While Olivia and Justin work on you, I'll head out to grab everyone Chinese," she says, looking down at her wristwatch. You think to yourself- Ugh, I hate late shoots so much.. Why the hell would they want to start a shoot at 10pm? "Wait- Do you know who my partner will be?" you ask. "Not yet," she shrugs.

"Y/N we are ready," Olivia calls out from a room down the hall. You hurriedly drink the remaining coffee since you will need it. “Coming!” You enter the room and immediately sit down in the chair as the process of getting ready begins. When Justin, your hairdresser, starts with your hair, Olivia, your makeup artist, starts with your face. Although they aim to achieve a "natural look," getting dressed shouldn't take too long considering this is just an undergarment shot. Justin starts to say, "Y/N, you are lucky I love you so much because it is past my bedtime,” he sprays some water on your hair to make it easier to brush. You reply, "Your bedtime is 8 o'clock," while laughing. He says, "Of course," and nods. “How else am I supposed to look this handsome?”

Olivia glares at him and points the makeup brush towards his direction, saying, "By not getting her to talk! I'm making her foundation appear nonexistent at the moment so I need her to remain still,” She then looks down at you and winks, “ Your face will resemble a baby's butt in smoothness once I'm finished.” "Are you saying my child doesn't have a smooth face?" Justin gasps. She threatens him with the brush, making him jump. You laugh at the sight of the two of them bickering, which makes Olivia glare at you as well. You hurriedly close your eyes and stop laughing so she can go on. She murmurs, "That's what I thought." and goes on. You love your team, and the fact that you're all best friends just makes it better. A model will undoubtedly be friends with her crew, with whom she spends all of her time, but you guys are unique in that you have known each other since your first year of college. You are all the same age as you were born in the same year.

Your desire of becoming a model was something you always had as a child, and in your second year of college, it finally came true in the most unexpected way. You offered to walk the runway in the fashion show that your college was presenting for students majoring in fashion design. A day after the runway show, your phone was flooded with notifications, and you were collecting dozens of followers by the minute. It turns out that some of the footage that students in the crowd recorded of you went viral. And after a week, you received calls from a lot of modeling agencies. You decide to sign up with one of the modeling agencies, but you only agreed to a 3-year contract because you thought it would be sufficient time for you to truly establish your reputation. And boy, did it work even though it was a long shot. As the contract expired, you made the decision that it would be best to start freelancing so you wouldn't have to worry about any hidden agendas. Fast forward to the present, and everything is still going great. And throughout the process you were able to hire your best friends, who have supported you through everything.

Riley is delivering what she promised—food for everyone—while you are getting your hair done. As you entered the room to get ready, Riley placed an internet order because she knew what everyone would want and is now currently en route to pick it up. Her phone begins to ring as she enters the restaurant,

“Hello, this is Riley speaking.”

“Hey Riley, it's Clark the photographer for SuperDry! I just wanted to call you to let you know that we changed the room where the shoot will be held, it will be on floor 50 room 202 instead of 48 room 102.” She makes a mental note of the new information.

“Okay thank you… Also, is there any word who the male model will be? Y/N was wondering.” She asks as she takes a seat close to the pickup area.

“Oh yeah! The male model will be Neymar Jr, you know him right?” Her mouth fell open at the sound of his name, and she silently vowed that you are going to kill her.

She chuckles softly and says, "Well, of course! I'll let Y/N know about this. We will see you later.” She says goodbye and hangs up the phone after that.

There is a very tangled history between you and Neymar Jr., but only in secret. Of course, your closest friends Olivia, Justin, and Riley are the only ones who are aware of what transpired between you two. Until you learned through the paparazzi that Neymar was making out with another female, you and Neymar had been in the "talking stage" for approximately a month and had even discussed starting a relationship. Even though this incident occurred more than five years ago, it still lingers in your memory. You wouldn't describe your feelings as heartbroken; rather, you would describe them as disappointed that the rumors about his reputation as a "playboy" were accurate. Riley debates whether or not to be honest with you because she knows that if you find out who you will be with, you will decline going to the photoshoot, however she also knows that this partnership will be a great benefit to your career. "Riley, pick-up order!" She is pulled from her thoughts by the worker's call. She approaches, smiles and says "thanks" to the employee before hurriedly leaving the restaurant with the food bags in hand. Y/N please forgive me for what i'm about to do, she thinks to herself.

"All right, that's finished." As you turn to face the mirror, Olivia says, turning the chair. Your hair was naturally down, but the materials he used to style it gave it a "wet" appearance. "Thanks guys, what would I do without you," you say with a smile. Riley's voice can be heard saying, "Foods here!" just as Justin was about to speak. “Ooooooo food!” Justin quickly exits the room, you and Olivia trailing behind him. Riley places the plastic bag on the kitchen counter as the three of you are moving down the hallway. "Y/N I got you veggie lo mein so you can have something light in your stomach, Justin sesame chicken with white rice, Olivia orange chicken with white rice.” Riley hands you your food with a set of chopsticks while Justin and Olivia eagerly take theirs. You thank her and take a seat.Everyone settles down and eats together like a big happy family, chit-chatting here and there until the moment comes when you and Riley have to depart. "You two can stay the night here if you don't want to go home," you tell Oliva and Justin because you don't want them driving home late. They both shake their heads, ”Dont worry about us Y/N, Justin and I don't live too far from here. We will text you when we make it home.” Olivia says as everyone starts gathering their belongings so that you can all depart together. Olivia and Justin merely need to take their personal items and leftover meals as your studio area is where you always get ready. They don't need to grab any of their makeup or hair products. "Just remember to put on additional lip gloss before the shot because it just brings everything together," Olivia advises as everyone walks out of your condo. Indeed, I definitely won't forget. While you lock the door with your other hand, you show her the lipgloss to indicate that you still have it. Together, you all descend the stairs, say your goodbyes, and split ways. You get into Riley's car and she drives to the location of the photoshoot. While you scroll through Instagram on your phone, you ask, "So, did they tell you who I am shooting with?". “Apparently it is going to be a surprise,” she casually says. As you stare out the window, you nod your head without giving it much thought. After a short while of traveling, you arrive at your destination and find a parking space in the garage. You two exit the vehicle and enter the building, Riley leading the way as she's aware of the location of the appropriate floor and room.

Riley curses silently as she walks down the corridor, looking at her phone. You ask, "Everything okay?," as she sighs. "I forgot to deliver my mom a cake I picked up for her earlier today and she needs it by tomorrow morning for a fundraiser event," "I'll just wake up at 4am to bring it," she says while running her hand through her hair. "4 a.m.?" you ask, shaking your head. “I don’t have any issue with you bringing it to her now… I can handle the shoot by myself, I'm a big girl.” Also, don't worry about how I'm going to get home- I got it.” She casts a worried glance your way as the two of you approach the door because she's unsure of what you meant by your words. “Just call me when you are done and I can send over a driver.” She hugs you tightly, which you happily return. You tease her, "Sure Mom," and she laughs. You take your lip gloss out of your pocket and spread a layer of it on your lips as she turns to leave. You then knock on the door, only to have someone answer a minute later."Welcome, Y/N! You're as stunning as ever!" You assume that the man speaking is the photographer because he is holding a camera. Currently, the moonlight is perfect, so if you don't mind rapidly changing, that'll be fantastic. "Percilla takes her to the changing room to change," he says, snapping his fingers. He quickly vanishes, leaving you perplexed as you enter the condo. Several models are roaming around, and every few minutes, you can see the flashing lights of a camera snapping pictures. You had expected to have the place to yourself for your photo session, but it appears to be much more crowded than you had anticipated.

"Follow me," a girl says as she rushes to your side. You follow her and when strolling by, you notice that the majority of the staff are packing up their equipment. You figured that the models you saw must have been their final shoot of the day. The young woman motions for you to enter as she opens what appears to be a guest bedroom. A lingerie robe and undergarments are spread out on top of the bed. “The red set will be used for the photos first, followed by the gray and the black. As your manager has most likely informed you, we are seeking for a romantic attraction, therefore your bodies will be intimate. We also apologize for the noise and crowdedness of the living room when you first walked in as we fell a bit behind schedule with our shots, but most of the employees are currently packing up their belongings to go home. The master bedroom, which is the room next to his one, will be the location of the first shot.” Before she shuts the door, she says, "Go to that room after you're changed.” After seeing the door close, you let out a small breath, “Alright, let's get this show on the road.” Of course you love your modeling job, but what no one tells you is that modeling is all theatrical. Right now, for example, you have to act as if you are in a loving relationship with some random person. Maybe you should give acting a try next. You take off your clothing and put on the matching crimson red push-up bra and thong on. You then put on the lingerie robe, which is a see-through, sheer gown with a red feather on the lining to give it a more seductive appearance. "Damn I look nice," you say as you spin around a little in the mirror and take a look at yourself.

Then, as directed, you exit the bedroom and enter the room to the right. You enter the room with confidence. You recognize the photographer who previously answered the door for you, and you hear him yell, "Y/N!" as he approaches you. "We are so happy to have you here! I am deeply sorry about not being able to properly greet myself earlier,” He extends his hand for you to shake, "My name is Maxwell, and I am the head photographer for Super Dry Corporation." You shake his hand and give him your iconic smile, you say, "No worries! I am aware that things happen in life. Nice to formally meet you!” He responds, “Thank you so much for understanding. Now let's get started shall we?” As he approaches the bed, he gestures with his arm, "We can perform your solo shoot now while your partner changes so he can match you. We have already finished the male solo shoots." You climb to the top of the king-sized bed, its white silk sheets remarkably different from what you are wearing. As more moonlight enters the room through the balcony doors, you see Maxwell move over to his studio light and turn it to low so that the light reflecting off of you appears more natural. Right now, there is only you and Maxwell in the room. “Alright, baby show me something sexy!” He leans slightly over you while standing on a short stool step, bringing the camera up to his eye to achieve a bird's eye perspective. You start slowly removing your robe while hearing the camera click. When the robe is open, you slowly bend your knee up while biting your lower lip and staring straight at the camera. “Perfect!,” Maxwell says, hyping you up. Laying there, you continue to strike various stances until rising to your knees and closing your eyes while running your hands through your hair. This would have been extremely uncomfortable for you if you weren't a model, but fortunately, this isn't your first time in this situation. Once some more time has passed, Maxwell takes the camera off his face, gets off the stool, and browses the pictures he has taken. “These shots are golden… we are definitely ready for Neymar now…” As soon as you heard him say Neymar's name, the smile that had been on your face instantly turned into confusion. What name did he say? I hope I heard him wrong, you think to yourself. On cue, the woman who had earlier taken you to your room enters holding a box, followed by Neymar, who is just wearing a pair of red boxers.

Oh, youve got to be kidding me.

Neymar was engaging with her at the time and was not paying attention to you. He winks at her, and you cringe as you see her blush and smile. “Neymar you're just in time! I'm ready for you and Y/N to get some close ups.” Until your name is spoken, he doesn't even turn to look at Maxwell. For a split second, he fixes his gaze on Maxwell before turning to face you. His eyes briefly open when he recognizes your face, but as soon as he notices what you are wearing, his eyes quickly narrow and his lips curl into a smirk. Neymar had no idea you were going to be his shooting partner, but he can't say he's upset about it. Even though the two of you had a history, Neymar feels like you were the best partner he's ever had. Personality-wise and sexually-wise. The conclusion that you didn't like him was obvious given that you blocked him from all of your social media accounts. But, the fact that you were there gave him the opportunity to irritate you, and oh, did that idea thrill him. As you get up from the bed and start to move towards Neymar, you give him a fake smile. “Nice to meet you, Neymar.” You reach out your hand as if this is your first time meeting. Neymar participates in the act by reaching out to grab your hand and saying, "The pleasure is all mine, bonita (pretty)," as he elevates your hand to kiss the back of your palm.

You continue to smile at Neymar before turning your gaze to the girl walking over to Maxwell, both of them starting to talk about something. As you see they are not observing you two, you quickly yank your hand away from him and rub your hand against the robe to wipe away his germs. "I'd rather not feel the lips of someone who has kissed millions of people," you say in distaste. He replies, "But you were one of those millions of individuals, so what's the problem," with a slight chuckle. You mumble angrily, "Shut up, I don't even want to talk to you," and then stare at him, "We don't know one other. Play along.” "But my love, how can I forget how those lips felt around me?" he asks, gazing down at your lips. The steam pouring from your head would be visible in a cartoon version of this situation. Before you can react, Maxwell starts to approach you both and says, “Alright now that you two have been able to chat for a little bit- let's continue on shall we?” "Ladies first," Neymar says, winking at you. Seeing how phony your smile was toward him, he couldn't help but smile. You smile, "Oh such a gentleman," and turn to walk to the balcony. While walking, you could feel Neymar's eyes on your rear, so you move one hand behind your back and stick up your middle finger.

Let the games begin, Neymar thinks to himself.

You and Neymar begin with straightforward poses while switching between several hues of the garments you were to market for the brand. Ney is first asked to sit on the edge of the bed by the photographer, who then instructs you to stand in front of him with one hand on his shoulder and the other reaching for the camera. Neymar gently places his hands on your waist as you two exchange confident looks. The photographer then instructs you both to lie down on the bed side by side with your knees crossed at the ankles and your heads supported by your hands. Ney comes out to shake your hand, and you do so while giving him a loving and secure expression. Of course you snuck in a few looks of displeasure here and there, and Neymar never took his smug expression off his face.

The photographer also wanted pictures from the balcony. You are currently dressed in black underwear with a lace garter, and you can almost feel Neymar's eyes fixated on you.

The photographer instructs you to strike a pose outside on the balcony, with the lovely night sky and city lights behind you. You start with a basic standing pose, with one foot slightly in front of the other, and your arms resting gently at your sides.

Neymar approaches and stands behind you, and the photographer instructs you both to turn towards each other, one hand on your lower back and the other on Neymar's chest. Neymar grins down at you as you bite your lower lip. Neymar leans down to whisper in your ear as the camera starts to take pictures. You look at the camera and wink to make it seem like another natural pose so the photographer didn't speculate. “How could I not crave someone as gorgeous as you when you look at me like that?” You would be lying if you said you did not feel anything at that moment, and you hated that. You could feel your body temperature rising despite the minimal clothing you are wearing. As the photographer removes the camera from his eye to look at the pictures, you glare at Ney, “Can't you just be quiet?” Neymar's eyes are filled with amusement, “Can you make me?” As soon as you are about to respond, the photographer says, “Okay let's take a few more shots! I need you two to look seductive, you two can look at eachother or the camera.” He explains causing you to nod your head. It's time for you to trade roles because Neymar wants to tease you all the time. You push Neymar down so he can sit in the balcony chair and bend over so you're eye level with him, peering seductively into his eyes. You scan him up and down, almost as if you're examining him. Neymar's jaw tightens as he examines your body, his eyes now able to catch more of your cleavage. “Perfect Y/N!,” the photographer yells as shots are taken. Neymar smirks as he realizes what you are doing. He stands up and moves closer to you after a few more camera flashes. As you put your palm on his chest and fix your gaze on his green eyes, you are entranced by the scene in front of you. You couldn't help but feel aggravated by the situation you find yourself in right now. Only a few inches separate you two, which makes you heat up more. It's difficult to determine if you are burning up out of desire or just from the heat. You know the answer to that though. You want him to give in and completely fill the space between you two. You want to caress his lips, stroke his hair with your palm, and breathe in his fragrance.

You feel tension between you and just want to give in. You do something you would never have imagined wanting to do again as the camera flashes, surprising not just Neymar but also the photographer.

You kiss him.

Although surprised, Neymar gives you a kiss right away. As soon as you understand what you've done, you swiftly move away from him and ask, "Are we done for the night now?," behaving as if nothing had occurred. The photographer nods enthusiastically while gazing at his camera and enjoying the image he just captured. Who wouldn't, really? You recently received a picture of a notorious futebol player and a well-known model kissing while displaying your logo. Neymar is ready to speak, reaching out to hold your hand, but you hurriedly leave the balcony and enter the guest room you were in before the transformation.

Once you enter the room and lift your hands over your head, still in shock at what you just accomplished. Why on earth would you kiss someone so attractive? He is a jerk who messed with your heart in the past…….he has grown into a very attractive jerk who is very kissable though.

You grumble as you realize that your mind is tricking you and that you are not in control of the situation. You sigh and start to gather the clothes you were wearing when you arrived at the shoot. You hear a knock at the door as you are gathering your clothing. You don't give it much thought because you assume it is either the assistant or the photographer. You shout "Come in!" so they can hear you. You assume that the door is locked because no one enters the space after you said they could. When you have your clothes in your possession, you go to the door to open it, but the person behind it opens it before you get to the door. When Neymar emerges from the door, you give him a confused expression. e closes the door and moves towards you, "Neymar wha-," your sentence is cut short as he takes you by the waist and pulls you in for another kiss. As his tongue prods your mouth, he grunts against your lips. You want to feel his body heat against yours, so you pull him closer to you by wrapping your arms around his neck- dropping your clothes. Only the sounds of the two of you kissing each other and labored breathing can be heard. After pulling away, you ask him, "Why do you do this to me?" while panting heavily. Neymar licks his lips and quietly pant, ”Y/N. I want to get into contact with you again.” You continue gazing mesmerized into his eyes, unsure of how to respond, so you remain silent. “I'll think about it..” You mumble because you are unsure about the solution. Neymar gives you a lovely smile while starting to sing horribly knowing that Bad Bunny is your favorite artist, "As Bad Bunny said,

Contigo tengo que apretar (I need to be careful with you)

Y en la calle ando suelto (And in the streets I run free)

Pero por ti me quito (But for you I stay in)

Si tú me lo pide' (If you ask for it)

Yo me porto bonito (I'll behave myself)”

"Sai do meu quarto, Neymar (Get out of my room, Neymar,)" you say, laughing at his ridiculous attempt to serenade you. "Would you unblock me so I don't have to constantly check your profiles from my private account?," he asks, causing your eyebrows to raise, "What?"

"Nothing just unblock me Bonita (Beautiful), ," he says, smiling and waving as he walks out of the room.

You sigh as you see him leave the room. You can't let yourself be caught in his trap once more. You can't believe he even got you to laugh and that you kissed him twice tonight. You start mentally reciting a list of 100 reasons why you should despise him in order to avoid unblocking him and maintain your distance.

Later that night, you eventually unblocked him.

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mrs-santoss · 2 years ago

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Injury - Neymar Imagine

Summary:

Can you write a script that YN is injured and hides it from Neymar. And when he found out, he was very angry and also very heartbroken and worried for YN

Neymar woke up to the sound of Y/N's laughter echoing through their spacious apartment. He smiled to himself, thinking of how lucky he was to have her in his life. They had been together for two years now, and every day was better than the last. He walked to the kitchen to find Y/N making breakfast, her back turned to him.

"Morning beautiful," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.

"Good morning, Ney," she replied, turning her head to give him a quick kiss on the lips. "I'm making pancakes."

Neymar grinned. "My favorite."

They sat down to eat and chatted about their plans for the day. Neymar had training later in the afternoon, but Y/N didn't have any plans. She was a freelancer and had a few projects she needed to work on, but nothing urgent. After breakfast, Neymar headed to the gym to work out, leaving Y/N at home to work.

A few hours later, Neymar returned home to find Y/N still sitting at her desk, staring at her computer screen. He could tell something was off.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, walking over to her.

Y/N sighed. "Nothing, just feeling a little overwhelmed with work."

Neymar didn't believe her. "Are you sure that's all?"

Y/N hesitated for a moment before finally speaking. "Okay, fine. I hurt myself this morning when I was running."

"What? Why didn't you tell me?" Neymar asked, clearly concerned.

"I didn't want to bother you. It's just a small sprain, nothing serious," Y/N said, trying to downplay the situation.

Neymar shook his head. "Y/N, you know you can tell me anything. I'm your boyfriend, I want to take care of you."

"I know, I'm sorry. I just didn't want to worry you," Y/N said, her voice cracking slightly.

Neymar's expression softened. "You could never bother me. Let me see your ankle."

Y/N hesitated for a moment before reluctantly lifting her pant leg to reveal a slightly swollen ankle.

"Does it hurt?" Neymar asked, gently prodding the area.

"A little, but it's not that bad," Y/N replied.

Neymar looked at her skeptically. "We're going to the hospital. I don't want to take any chances."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Ney, it's just a sprain. We don't need to go to the hospital."

Neymar didn't budge. "I'm not taking any risks. Get dressed, we're going."

Y/N sighed, knowing she wasn't going to win this argument. She got dressed and they headed out to the hospital. The doctors confirmed that it was just a sprain and gave Y/N some pain medication and instructions on how to take care of it.

As they walked back to their car, Neymar couldn't help but feel frustrated with Y/N. He understood that she didn't want to worry him, but he couldn't help but think about all the possibilities of what could have happened if her injury was more serious.

"Y/N, why didn't you tell me? What if it was something more serious?" he asked, his voice tinged with anger.

"I didn't want to worry you. I thought it was just a small sprain," Y/N replied, her voice trembling slightly.

Neymar stopped walking and turned to face her. "Y/N, you can't keep things like this from me. I love you and I want to take care of you. I don't want to find out something is wrong when it's too late."

"I'm sorry, Ney. I just didn't want to bother you," Y/N said, tears welling up in her eyes.

Neymar sighed and pulled her into a hug. "You could never bother me, Y/N. I love you and I want to be there for you no matter what. Please don't hide things from me."

Y/N nodded, burying her face into his chest. "I won't, I promise."

They got into the car and drove back to their apartment in silence. Neymar was still worried about Y/N, but he knew he needed to let go of his anger and focus on taking care of her. When they got home, he helped her to the couch and made sure she was comfortable before heading to the kitchen to make her some tea.

"I'm sorry for getting mad at you, Y/N. I just care about you so much and I don't want anything to happen to you," Neymar said, bringing the tea over to her.

"I know, Ney. I'm sorry for not telling you," Y/N replied, taking the tea from him.

Neymar sat down next to her and they talked for a while, discussing how Y/N was feeling and what they could do to make her feel better. He was relieved to see that her ankle wasn't causing her too much pain and that the pain medication was working.

Later that night, as they were getting ready for bed, Neymar took Y/N's hand and looked at her earnestly.

"Y/N, I love you more than anything in this world. Please promise me that you'll never hide anything from me again," he said, his voice filled with emotion.

Y/N smiled softly. "I promise, Ney. I love you too."

They climbed into bed together, snuggling up to each other as they drifted off to sleep. Neymar knew that he had to trust Y/N to tell him when something was wrong, but he also knew that he would always be there for her, no matter what. He was grateful for their relationship and the trust that they had built together, and he knew that they could get through anything as long as they had each other.

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nymrs · 2 years ago

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#2. CAN'T FORGET | Neymar Jr.

SUMMARY: Seeing Neymar for the first time after the break up.

"Another three tequila shots", you ordered at the bar, unable to hold back your laughter while your friend continued on telling her bad jokes that you would probably not laugh at if you weren’t this drunk.

You and your two closest friends, Isabella and Mia, decided to spend Bellas birthday in Paris. Though Neymar and you broke up five months ago, for you, everything still was connected to him - especially Paris of course. Even though you wanted your best friend to have the best day ever, you hated her for choosing Paris for her birthday trip. In order to finally get your thoughts off Neymar and stop looking for him everywhere you would go, you got absolutely smashed.

"I'll be back in a second", you said, heading to the restroom while your friends got onto the dance floor again. You rewatched your instagram story, smiling at your screen, loving how insane and uncontrollable the tree of you were getting every time you got together. Then you noticed three missed calls. Anonymous. "Can’t be too important, everyone knows I'm not taking anonymous calls", you thought to yourself.

Right when you got out of the restroom, Mia, who was already waiting for you, grabbed your arm and started walking towards the exit. "Where are we going? What did I miss?", your eyebrows furrowed the moment you realised she was bloody serious, "Where is Bella?" Receiving no answer, you repeatedly shouted out your friends name, but she didn’t react until the two of you finally got out the club. You freed yourself from her grip, "Can you tell me what the fuck is going on? Where’s Bella?"

"Bella's coming. She’s getting our jackets and we'll go back to the hotel", Mia responded.

"And why are we rushing to leave? It’s not even that late", you asked, realising it wasn’t even 1 am. The door swung open right behind you. You turned around to see Bella heading towards you. A familiar figure followed her, but stopped midway. You froze when you recognised who it was. Then you started laughing, earning some confused looks from your friends. "Y’all are crazy, literally trying everything to avoid me from seeing him."

"And you’re crazy 'cause I know damn well that you’ll go and talk to him", Bella giggled.

Your friends loved Neymar. They adored you two together. But their opinion changed when he left you and made you go through the hardest break up you ever had. Secretly they were hoping for a comeback, on the other side though, they didn’t want to see you that hurt ever again.

"I wouldn’t be myself if I didn’t do the things I'm not supposed to", you grinned. Though your blood was boiling, you tried to act all calm, not wanting to show Neymar the effect he still had on you. "You know where we are. Call us if you need anything", Mia said. They shortly hugged you before making their way to the hotel. And there you were, standing a few metres away from your ex boyfriend, who was now slowly walking up to you. Your breathing got heavier as you watched his every step. "Hey", he finally mumbled. You coldly smiled at him, trying to play it cool while it was obvious how uncomfortable he was feeling. "Can we talk please?", Neymar asked.

"Sure", you shrugged. His eyes wandered around. "Not here. Let’s take a walk", he suggested. You nodded. The two of you started walking. Neymar hid his hands in his pockets while you had your arms crossed in front of your chest. "Why didn’t you pick up the phone?", he broke the silence. It was him.

"You know I never pick up anonymous calls."

"Would you pick up if you knew it was me?", he hesitantly asked. You remained silent for a second, "Probably not." Neymar looked at you kind of disappointed, but nodded understanding. "How have you been? How’s life going?", he continued the small talk, which made you roll your eyes. You abruptly stopped walking. "Ney, what do you want to talk about? I know you didn’t call just to see how I'm doing." He sighed, his eyes wandered to the ground. You waited for him to say something, but he kept on looking around, biting the inside of his cheek. "Okay, once you’re not talking, I'll just go back to the hotel. It was good seeing you again", you said and pulled out your phone from the purse in order to call a cab. Neymars face kept on switching between anger and frustration. "Merda [shit]", he mumbled to himself, watching you dial a number, "I missed you." You stopped typing and gulped in shock. It wasn’t anything you did not expect, but thinking of how long you’ve been waiting to hear these words, you really had to do your best to hide your emotions. You locked your phone and looked up at him. "I watched your story, I saw you're in Paris and I would’ve hated myself if I let you leave without at least trying to talk to you", he admit and slowly shook his head from left to right, "I even went into that shit club just to find you there since you didn’t take my calls."

"You could’ve just messaged me", you shortly said, trying to somehow hold back your tears. "And you’d reply?", he scoffed. Looking at him, you realised there were also tears forming in his eyes, making you remember the day you broke up.

The two of you have been together for a year when Neymar suddenly decided to call it quits. You’ve been in a long distance relationship, but still managed to see each other almost every weekend. Due to him training all day and matches mostly being on weekends, you still weren’t able to really spend time with each other. Of course you wished it could be different, but you knew what you were getting yourself into when you got into that relationship and honestly, you couldn’t be happier. Neymar, on the other side, was sick of the distance between you. He wanted you to move in with him. Even though you loved him more than anything, you felt overwhelmed and said no. You were scared of leaving your friends and family behind. Adding to that, you didn’t want to fully depend on Neymar. You loved your job, you couldn’t imagine to stay at home waiting for him to come back all day, every day. But your french skills would make it hard for you to find a good job. Maybe you would’ve even agreed to move in with him if you really thought and talked it through, but Neymar seemed to be in such a rush and jumped into the conclusion that you simply weren’t that serious about your relationship. Weeks after your break up you still tried to explain yourself to him through texts and calls, but all he did was ignoring you and distracting himself by clubbing and going on dates that he was seen on, that you even knew about.

"Y/N", he started, taking a few steps towards you, "I know I hurt you. I know I was going way too fast and I didn’t even let you think about it, I didn’t even really give you a chance. This wasn’t fair, you never deserved any of it. When you said you didn’t want to move in with me, I remembered my past relationships that always ended for the same reasons - them prioritising their careers and not being ready to build a life with me. But I wanted to build a life with you, so I was feeling like I only wasted my time again. But I get it, I get it now." You ironically laughed at his words, tears started streaming down your face. "You get it now? Then why haven’t you answered my texts and calls? Why did you start seeing Bruna again if you were oh so traumatised by your relationship like you say?”

"I didn’t see her in that way. She only tried being there for me after our break up", he explained, but your eyes widened in disbelief. "Your ex was there to support you after our break up? That ex that kept on trying to get to you while we were together? Did it work, was she able to distract you?" Your voice kept on getting louder. Neymar bit his bottom lip, knowing there was no valid excuse. "Y/N, I know it’s difficult to believe but nothing happened. Not with her, not with anyone else." You didn’t know if you could trust his words, a million thoughts and memories going through your mind. "Why did it take you so long?"

"I don’t know. Honestly. I don’t know", Neymar answered, "Guess I had to make up my mind and… probably learn to be patient and more understanding. It wouldn’t make sense going back to you with the same attitude I had before." He walked up to you, making you look at him by softly wiping away your tears. "I really missed you. And yes, I still love you. You don’t have to tell me right now and I know it’ll take some time to get to where we were again, but… but I’d be so happy and grateful if you gave me another chance. To prove I've changed. To prove I'll be patient and waiting for you until you’re ready." Your heart was racing, your knees got weak and you hated yourself for having to admit he got you exactly where he wanted. You couldn’t find the right words to explain what was going through your mind, so you turned off your thoughts for a moment and quickly crashed your lips onto his. God, how you missed these lips. Right after you pulled away, you wanted to slap yourself across the face. "I hate you", you mumbled, Neymars lips forming a wide smile as he pulled you closer again. "You hate how much you love me." You nodded your head and sighed before you noticed his cheeky grin, making you giggle. His eyes sparkled up the moment he heard you laugh. "You don’t know how much I missed this", he whispered before placing a sweet kiss onto your lips.

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hamiltonaf · 2 years ago

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Daddy Duties | Neymar Jr.

Pairing: Dad!Neymar Jr. x Mum!Female Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: None

A/N: The baby fever is real…send help. This is based on this old video that went viral many years ago, I hope it rings a bell. This video kills me till this day and I just had to put something together. Enjoy .xoxo

Neymar was on a 2 week break from playing, which coincidentally happens to be at the same time that I’m back at work.

I know that I have the option to not work, as Neymar had reminded me many times, but I won’t lie in saying that I enjoy working. I always wanted to have money of my own and I enjoy being in a different environment compared to being at home 24/7. Neymar would spend most of his time at home after practice or working out during the day, he’s also big help in looking after our daughter whilst I’m away.

Our daughter is 2 and a half years old, clearly a mini us since she was a dancer, she had the curls and not forgetting her humour just like her mum.

I woke up at 6am, of course both father and daughter were still sound asleep beside me. He had an arm wrapped around her small frame whilst her head was snuggled closely to his chest. The perfect view to wake up to if you ask me because my heart is actually melting at all this cuteness.

After having a shower I got dressed into a black pant suit and quickly straightened my hair. I slipped on my heels and walked back over to the bed, "Goodbye my baby's" I sang as I pecked Neymar’s cheek and crawled over him to peck our baby girl. She then stirred in her sleep before fluttering her eyes open. I stood up still as I watched her sit up and rub her eyes. She then looked up at me and held her arms out for me to carry her. "Mama" she cried as she looked at me.

"Aww pumpkin, Mama has to go now" I said as I held her closely and moved from side to side in hopes she would fall back to sleep. "Ney" I whisper yelled. He hummed in his sleep as I shook my head, these two. "Please distract her whilst I leave" I said as I watched her eyes slowly closing. He hummed again in a reply, I laid her down on his chest as I walked over to the dresser table to grab my bag.

Just before I can close the door behind me, I watched him lay her flat on his chest as he lightly patted her back to fall asleep. So much for telling him to distract her...but they're so cute. I smiled at the two of them before closing the door behind me. I grabbed an apple on my way out to the car before driving off to work.

Work today was no different to how it was last year, it was a drag and a bit boring but thanks to a work friend of mine for the past year, Olivia, she made work fun as she'd occasionally crack jokes and she'd fill me in on the latest tea that's going on in the office. Bless her. She's honestly the best, I feel like I've known her for a year, if it wasn't for her then I'd honestly dread going to work - which I do already - but she makes me look forward to going.

After finishing off my work I switched off my computer and neatened my desk before grabbing my hand bag, and making my way to the car park. As I reversed out of the car park, luckily my phone was connected through Bluetooth in the car. I had my daily mix playlist on Spotify playing to keep me going for the drive home.

I was about 5 minutes away from home, I decided to call Neymar to just check up on him and my little pumpkin. After 2 rings he answered the phone, "Hey baby" he answered. "Heya babe, just checking what my faves are up to" I smiled. "I'm just looking for some food to give (Y/D/N)" he said as I could hear the fridge or cupboard closing in the background. "Where's Carolina and everyone else ?" I asked confused, usually his whole entourage’ is always around. "They just left a while ago to go out to eat" he said. "Ohh…why didn’t you go ? You couldn’t taken (Y/D/N) along with you” “I know I know… but then I’d end up coming home late…I just want to be with my girls” he said. I cooed. “Awww Ney. Well I already can’t wait to come home now to spend time with you guys !” I squealed. “Okay I’m gonna be home in a bit. Her porridge is in the cupboard next to the fridge. Instructions are on the box, it’s not rocket science. You think you can do it ?” I challenged. “Uhh yes ! I can do anything” he scoffed. “Best of luck with daddy duties. Mwah. Ciao” I said lastly before ending the call.

As I pulled up in front of the driveway, my heels clicked against the wooden floor as I entered the house. "I'm home" I sang as I closed the front door behind me. I placed my handbag onto the kitchen counter, Neymar was still rummaging through the cupboard whilst his music was blasted. I shook my head as I walked up behind him and placed the porridge box in front of him. “Oh” he said to himself, then turned to look at me. “Thank you” he pecked my lips. “It’s okay, I’ll do it” I said as I took the box from him. “No no no, I’ll do it” he insisted as he took the box away from me. “You sure ?” I raised a brow as I walked around to lean on the kitchen counter and face him. “Okay…can you show me like one time and I’ll do it on my own from now on ?” He pouted as he tilted his head to the side. “Sure” I broke into a smile then walked back around to prepare the porridge.

As I did so, I could feel his stare on me the whole time. “I hope you’re learning something and not just staring at me” I said as I turned to look at him. "Do you always dress like this for work ?" He caught me off guard and raised a brow. "Looks like you never notice me" I said playfully.

He scoffed, "Of course I do ! You just look different. Hotter and a sexier looking mama" he smirked as he wrapped his arms around my waist. "Thank you babe…Gotta look like I'm still trying to find a man" I had on a cheeky grin. His grip loosened. "I'm just kidding !" I said as I turned to kiss his cheek. "I'd like to see which man tries his luck with you because the first thing he'd be seeing is my fist" he mumbled into my neck. "An angry Neymar…hmm don’t see that often" I trailed. “All the better” he joked as he released his grip from me and leaned on the counter. “It sounds hot, I wanna see the other side of him” I wiggled my brows. He smirked and cupped my cheek before placing his lips on mine. Before things got heated, it hit me that I didn’t see (Y/D/N) yet. “Babe- where’s (Y/D/N) by the way ?” I asked concerned as I broke away from the kiss. “Let me go get her” he jogged to the lounge where she last was, watching her favourite Cocomelon.

Neymar took a while and I started to grow worried. I left the porridge then hurriedly ran to the lounge, and Neymar wasn’t there. “Ney, where is she ?” I yelled. He jogged back to the lounge from the hallway and looked back to the sofa, "She was just there on the couch". She obviously wasn't there. "Baby girl !" I yelled for her as I looked around the dining room. All the doors are locked so she couldn't have went outside so she must be upstairs. "My sugar pop ! Mummy's home" I said as I walked into our bedroom. "I'm here !" She yelled as she walked out of our closet. I could cry laughing at the sight of her in front of me. She had on my thong, but the waistband of it was on her shoulders, basically looking like she has suspenders.

“Ney !” I yelled for him. "What are you doing ?" I asked her as I placed my hand on my hips as I stifled a laugh. "Nothing" she smiled. "Honey, please take it off" I said as I crossed my arms over my chest. "No" she said. "Yes" I said back. "It's a bra" she said as she held onto the waist band. "It's not a bra !" I argued. "Yeah" she said sassily as she turned around to walk back to our closet. I couldn't hold in my laugh any longer and I burst out laughing. "OH MY GOD !" I yelled as I kicked off my heels and walked into the closet. The thong basically gave her petite bum a wedgie. I'm dead. I laughed so hard that I literally started tearing up.

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pedrisgirl · 2 years ago

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hii can u write about reader spending time with davi and neymar being happy that they’re getting along? thanks:)

pairing; neymar x fem!reader

genre; fluff

warnings; none i think??

authors note: sorry this is so short! and sorry it took me so long to get to it, anyway i hope you like it! enjoy<3

you were thrilled when neymars son davi began to hit it off with you. as much as you loved spending time with neymar, it was heartwarming to see davi warming up to you as well.

one weekend, neymar had to attend an important team meeting, leaving you alone with davi for the day. you were a bit nervous at first, not knowing how to keep the young boy entertained, but davi was quick to put you at ease.

together, you played video games, watched davi's favorite cartoons, and even made some delicious cookies. you were amazed by how smart and funny davi was, and how much you had in common.

when neymar returned home, he was thrilled to see you and davi getting along so well. He hugged you tightly, and you could feel his happiness radiating from him. you could see how much it meant to him that his girlfriend and his son were able to spend time together and form a bond.

from then on, you and davi continued to spend more time together, playing games, watching movies, and even going on adventures around the city. seeing how happy neymar was to have his two favorite people getting along made your heart swell with joy, and you knew that the three of you would make many more wonderful memories together in the future.

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sorceresski · 2 years ago

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The Babysitter | Neymar Jr

Inspired by another fic I read by @

This gif is so hot…😵‍💫

Reblogs help push my fics out, thank you!☺️

“Do you want this?”

Pairing: Neymar x young!fem reader (reader in their early to mid 20s)

Summary: Weeks of teasing between Neymar and Davi’s babysitter reach a crescendo as Neymar comes home tipsy after a loss seeking comfort and an outlet.

Tags: sexual contact, teasing, babysitter reader, oral! fem receiving, age gap, there will be sexual intercourse, slow burn, a long read I guess

Minors dni

You expected him to walk in any moment now, already anticipating his sour mood which you had come to observe first hand over the past few weeks working as his babysitter. You had watched PSG’s match curled up with Davi in front of the tv in Neymar’s Parisienne penthouse and calling the team’s performance underwhelming would be an understatement. The match ended 2 nil against psg and Neymar had been given a red and sent off the field.

That was 2 hours ago anyway. Now, Davi had dosed off on the couch, resting his head on your shoulder. You began to plan your course of action for when Neymar returned, wanting to keep as much distance between you and him as much as possible.

These days you didn’t trust yourself around him. Neymar was an attractive man and if you didn’t know better you would say he was flirting with you. It began a week after you started babysitting Davi. You were sitting on the floor of Davi’s room, watching him “paint". The top you wore wasn’t particularly revealing but as you hunched over the low table, the girls were very visible(you didn’t know this at the time). You didn’t notice Neymar at the door till Davi looked up and shouted

“Daddy!" Abandoning his paint brushes.

You looked up in surprise, just in time to catch his eyes leave your chest as he looked at Davi. You decided not to dwell on how long he had been standing there watching you two. But in the weeks that followed, you began to feel his gaze as you walked past, stolen glances, “accidentally” walking in on him in a towel fresh after a shower and winks when he said goodbye to you and Davi.

You realised your mind had wandered when you heard shuffling outside the door. It was a few minutes to 12am when Neymar walked in, eyes slightly glazed over, tossing his duffle to the side. The apartment was dimly lit so you couldn’t read his expression as he stopped in his tracks after noticing you on the couch.

"Welcome!” You said, standing up hurriedly. He blinked at you, swaying slightly. He was tipsy. “I’ll take him in," you gestured to Davi. You heaved the boy up and made a beeline to his bedroom, not waiting for a response from Neymar.

You took your time tucking him in and when you came back, Neymar was by the kitchen sink gulping down a glass of water, his jacket tossed on the couch.

“I didn’t expect to meet you here." His gaze was piercing. "You should’ve gone, I’ll pay you for the extra time"

You looked everywhere but at him.

“It’s fine. I stayed because Davi wanted to stay up to watch the match, so he slept later than usual. I’ll just grab my things and go.”

Neymar nodded, turning to head for his room.

"Let me know when you’re about to leave.”

Five minutes later, you were stood outside his bedroom, with your purse and jacket hanging on your arm. You took a shaky breath and knocked.

“Come in”

The room was dark illuminated only by the city lights flooding in though the big windows facing the street. You froze at the entrance when you saw him. He was in front of a full length mirror in sweatpants, a very defined V disappearing below the band.

“Close the door,” he spoke, looking at your reflection in the mirror. You gulped and stepped in, wondering why you were suddenly so obedient.

He stalked towards you. You didn’t know you had unconsciously stepped back until you felt the door knob dig into your back. You felt the heat radiating off him as he came impossibly close. Neymar touched your chin, dragging your eyes from your feet to his. Your breath hitched in your throat.

He leaned in and slumped on your shoulder with a sigh, wrapping his hands around your waist pulling you even closer. As if programmed, you dropped your purse and jacket and wrapped your hands around his shoulders breathing in his scent.

In the mirror behind him, you saw how defeated he looked and you instantly knew he needed comforting. You caressed his back, not sure what was expected of you.

Luckily, he pulled away but before you could recover, he crashed his lips into yours. You closed your eyes, kissing him back, your mind already racing. Neymar jr was kissing you or was it the other way around. Eventually, he pulled back, you both needed to breath.

This time, you looked into his lust filled eyes unabashed. You reached up pulling him down to your level and kissed him. Slow, deliberate but desperate. His hands fell below you waist, groping your ass through your pants, you felt wetness pool at your core. You bit his lip and he groaned into your mouth picking you up. Your legs latched to him as he walked to the bed, beginning to leave sloppy kisses against your neck.

Neymar gently placed you on the bed, positioned himself between your legs and tugged on your shirt. You rested on your elbows, giving him room to lift the shirt off you. He kissed his way from your mouth down to your chest, stopping just above your lacy bra.

He looked up at you, brows furrowed. "Do you want this?” You nodded desperately, not finding your voice in that moment. That was all he needed. Moments later, your bra was off, tossed somewhere as he sucked on your breasts, giving each nipple equal attention. You moaned, fingers caressing his head and back.

He tugged off your trousers and you watched as he stood to remove his, his bulge very visible through his briefs. You bit your lip as you watched him crawl up to you, a sly smile on his face. Neymar kissed you and ground his hips against yours, the only obstruction being both your undergarments.

His hands explored, as if trying to commit your body to memory.

“I’ve wanted this since the first day I saw you,” he said.

He loved how you responded when he sucked on that spot on your neck which didn’t take him long to find. Neymar kissed his way down to your core and you trembled in anticipation as he slowly pulled your panties down your thighs. Neymar kissed your inner thigh, his beard tickling you.

You sucked your breath in anticipation as you watched him finally dip where you wanted him desperately. You moaned as he ran his tongue along your slit, hands automatically reaching down to grab his head.

“You’re so wet," he rasped against your thigh. He flicked his tongue on your bud and you gasped, grabbing the sheets. He continued his ministrations, loving your moans, glancing up occasionally to see the effect he had on you. You thrashed in his sheets as he introduced a finger, then another into you.

“Oh fuck, daddy,” you cursed beginning to feel that familiar tingling in your stomach, he knew you were close. You came with a loud moan, grinding against his face, chest heaving.

“Daddy?” He asked, teasing you as he came back up with a satisfied smile on his face. You smiled back as he kissed you, tasting yourself on his lips.

He had taken off his briefs somehow and began to line himself at your entrance. You looked down and gasped at his size, just as he began to push into you.

Neymar groaned as he bottomed out in one thrust. “You’re so tight,” he breathed against your neck giving you time to adjust before he began thrust into you. The pain you felt quickly gave way to pleasure, raising your hips to meet his thrusts. He took one nipple in his mouth, his hands giving attention to the other breast and alternating between the two.

He placed your legs on his shoulders, the new angle giving him access to that spot deep within you. You moaned and scratched at his back, the beginnings of another climax creeping on you. He quickened his movements when he felt you begin to clench around him, your moans driving him crazy. His thrusts became irregular and strained as he chased his pleasure and yours.

You came all over him with a deep moan, rising to wrap your arms around his neck. He pushed into you a few times before pulling out, his seed splashing on your belly as he came with a groan.

“Fuck,” he said as he kissed you again. Neymar rose to go to the bathroom, returning with a wet towel which he used to wipe you down. He laid beside you and pulled you closer. You rested your head on his damp chest, and sighed deeply feeling sated.

You had just fucked your boss, you thought for a brief moment as his hands rubbing your back lulled you to sleep.

A/n: this is my first fic on here, my first time writing again after about 4 years. And it’s my first time writing smut😵‍💫 Please be nice lol.

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