#paqueta x you

[lewisvinga]

my big baby | lucas paquetá x fem! reader

requested; yes!

request; Like anything at all for paqueta

summary; it seems like your boyfriend flips a switch whenever he gets sick

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Lucas often took pride in being the protective one in your relationship. He took pride in being the ‘man’ of it. Always opening doors for you, always protecting you and caring for you. He always claimed that he was a ‘big strong man’.

Until he comes down with a cold.

You came home from having breakfast with your mother. Lucas was still sleeping when you left so you had no idea he was sick. You came back and spot him sitting on the couch in the living room while staring at the TV. A box of tissues was in his hands and a pile of tissues was right next to him.

“Babe? Are you alright?” You call out to him, walking over to take a closer look. His hair was messy and he looked tired.

He sniffs but keeps his eyes on the TV. “You left me.”

You let out a chuckle at his tone, he sounded to dramatic and like a child. You gently press your palm against his forehead, frowning at feeling how warm he felt. “Have you been this sick all morning?”

“You left me here to die alone from this horrible sickness!” Lucas sniffs again whole pouting. You couldn’t help but give his cheek a light squeeze. He was being dramatic and you knew that, but he just becomes and acts so helpless while sick.

“I’ll make you some soup, how does that sound?”

“That-that sounds nice.” He mumbles, still being dramatically upset.

You quickly made a chicken noodle soup, making sure to add extra veggies and chicken to make sure your boyfriend gets all of his needed nutrients. You set a bowl of the soup on a tray alongside a cup of tea, a bottle of water, and some medicine. “My love, here.” You quietly say to him, holding up the tray of food.

“Meu amor, I am so weak right now that I don’t think I can hold the spoon up.” Lucas lets out a whine followed by a pout in response. You try to contain a smile by his reaction. You knew he was fully capable of being able to hold the spoon but you also knew how your boyfriend secretly loves being babied.

“Of course, meu bebê.” You tease him as you sit down next to him. His favorite movie played on the TV as you fed him spoonfuls of the soup. “It’s hot, be careful.” You gently blow on the warm soup before leading it to his mouth.

“Give me the tea too?” Lucas asks you once he finishes the soup, giving you a soft yet tired smile.

“Anything for you, my big baby.”

“I’m not a baby!”

You quickly shush him as you spoon fed him the tea. Lucas furrowed up his eyebrows and squints his eyes at you, but still drinks the tea. “I’m not a baby, meu amor.” He tries to protest again.

You set down the cup of tea on the coffee table in front of you. You look at him, “Yes you are. And it’s okay, you’re my baby.”

His facial expression softened for a split second. But then he lets out a huff, “Am not! You know what. Whatever! You left me here to die!”

“See! You’re such a baby!”

“Whatever, give me a kiss.” He reaches over to grab you but you quickly scoot away from him. He looks at you confused and tries to get near you but you kept moving away, “Meu amor!”

You quickly shake your head in reply, “No, You’re gonna get me sick!”

Lucas gives you what seemed to be his 100th pout of the day and you knew it wouldn’t be his last. He knew you were weak for his pouts so he often used it to his advantage. “Please! It will cure me. Especially after you left me here alone all morning and fending for myself while being on my death bed!”

“Then you’ll have to take care of me when I’m sick.”

“And I’ll just kiss you more and I won’t leave you here alone!”

You playfully roll your eyes and scoot closer to Lucas. He pulls you onto his lap and gives you a soft kiss. He then kisses your cheek, then your forehead, then your lips once again.

“Wow, I’m magically better now.” Lucas whispers, a smile creeping up on his lips.

“You baby. I hope you know I won’t be easy when I get sick.”

Next week, you found yourself with the same cold Lucas had a few days before. Let’s just say you acted even more like a baby than he did, just to get back at him a bit.

[whorekneecentral]

Spin Me Around

Lucas Paqueta x Fem!Reader

Warnings: soft husband!lucas, alcohol and the consumption of, making a mess and you're not having it, dancing cause it wouldn't be him without it, the use of alcohol in a sexual way (if that's even a warning), oral (f!receiving), fingering, finger sucking, penetrative sex (p in v), creampie.

Word Count: 1,633

Author's Note: big shocker, this one's for pookie also. I can't un-see that TikTok of drake I sent you loool. anyways, eat up besties.

merry smutmas series

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Lucas busts out the champagne and the streamers to celebrate the new years in your new place. 

It was a last minute plan; initially, you were supposed to head to the club with your friends to ring in the new years but you were so exhausted.

Lucas decided last minute that he didn't want to spend new years in Brazil, even though you two had gone for Christmas. You ended up coming back to England, the two of you making plans with a few of his teammates but he wasn't up for it, nor were you.

See, you had just moved into a new place before the holidays and with all the prep for the Brazil trip, you sort of forgo setting up your place. Now that you were home, you two had done that in the days after your return.

You both had underestimated the amount of work that would go into setting up the new place.

Hence why you ended up cancelling your plans and staying in. Your husband ordered take out and you caught up on your TV show.

It was 11pm when Lucas finally got up, switching off your TV show to put on music. Your head tilts to the side, looking at him, "what are you doing ?"

"I know we decided to stay in, but that doesn't mean we can't have fun."

The man grabs your hand, pulling you up and off of the couch before the two of you make your way to the kitchen. You leant on the counter, watching as he looked through the fridge for something. Lucas claps his hand - you suppose he found what he was looking for - reaching into the fridge to pull out a bottle of champagne.

There's a wicked smile on his face, the man raising his eyebrows just as he lifts the bottle. It's like you can read his mind; "no." You point your finger at him, wagging it at him as if he was a child.

Lucas ignores your warning, shaking the bottle up and down a few times. "Lucas, don't." You tell him, stepping towards him to take the bottle.

You can't stop him in time.

He pops the cork, the gold liquid spraying all over the kitchen and the two of you. To make matters worse, Lucas shakes the bottle, jumping around to the beat of the song. "Babe!" You laughed, turning away from him but he grabs your arm, your sock covered feet sliding over the wet tiles, letting him pull you into him.

"Dance with me, meu amor." His arm wraps around your waist and the other holds the bottle as you two spin around the kitchen.

It's loud, so loud; you're laughing and Lucas is singing terribly off key to the ridiculously loud music.

He takes a sip of the champagne, the liquid bubbling up and dripping down his chin. Neither of you seemed to have a care in the world at the moment.

You lean your head back when he pats your side, letting him pour the champagne into your mouth. It spills over your lips, dribbling down your chin to your neck. You can't stop the giggle that leaves your lips when Lucas leans down to kiss your neck, his tongue dragging up your soft skin. You can feel him kissing up and down where the champagne has split.

"Lucas," you mumbled, your hand on his jaw. "That's so gross!" You giggled, making a face. He smiles, kissing you, "I don't care."

You laugh, taking the bottle from him to set it on the counter. He pushes you back against him, letting you turn to face him again. Lucas has got his lips on either side of you, pinning you between the marble and him.

"Hi pretty lady," he smiles, leaning in to kiss you once more. You peck his lips, "one sip has gotten you drunk?"

"No," he rolled his eyes at your words, "I can't love on my wife?"

"You can," you hold his cheeks, letting him kiss you. Lucas steps closer, lifting you onto the counter without separating the two of you. He moves between your legs, his hands wandering all over your body.

His hands rest on your thighs, working their way up to your shorts. You already know his plan, you've known Lucas for years.

The man never changed, it was one of the many reasons why you loved.

"Not here," you swat his hands away.

He groans, but nods. His arm wraps around your waist, holding you close when he picks you up. "Lucas!" You laughed, holding onto your husband, "this is not what I meant."

"Close enough," he says, "grab the bottle."

You reach over, the dark green bottle in your hand as he carries you to the dining room. "This isn't any better," you tell him, your husband putting you down on the table, standing between your legs.

His hands wander, pulling your top over your head, tossing it behind him. You watch as he pinches your hip, having you lift yourself a bit so he can toss your shorts behind him.

Lucas could see the way your chest heaved under him, under his touch. 

He sinks down into his knees in front of you. Your eyes are fixed on your husband, watching his every single move. He tugs on your panties, pulling them down. 

The black fabric stuffed into the pocket of his shorts now, earning a slight smile from you.

He reaches up, taking the bottle of champagne from you. A solid swing of it, the light reflecting on his skin, his lips - the way the champagne left his lips wet. God, you wanted to kiss him and you were about too, reaching for your husband before he stops you, his lips finding your leg, leaving wet marks behind until he gets up to your inner thighs.

This was so much better than kissing him.

You’re watching him and Lucas looks up from between your legs, his eyes meeting yours when his tongue meets your clit.

Every time was the same, like nothing you’ve ever felt before. 

He’s slow at first, careful with his movements. His tongue rubbing up and down your slit, lapping over your cunt until your thighs squeeze around his head. 

“Babe, please.” You begged and your husband looked up at you. 

He asks you, “please what?”  

“Do something,” you squirm when you feel him move his tongue again.

His name falling from your lips was like heaven on earth to him. He set the bottle down and the same hand, the same cold hand was now rubbing at your entrance. Lucas pushes two fingers into you and you drop back into the table, back arched at the feeling. 

He knew you like the back of his hand, curling and pumping his fingers at the right angle and speed, making your legs shake. 

"Lucas," you groaned, a hand reaching down to tangle in his hair; it's grown out a bit, long enough for you to pull now.

Something he enjoyed, a mental note made to keep at this length.

You looked down at him, your eyes meeting his as he looked up at you again, watching how your face twists in pleasure. "Baby," you mumbled, chest heaving as you watched him. "Fuck me.. please."

The words tumble out and he pulls his fingers away, getting up off the floor.

His hand reaches up, the two fingers rubbing across your lips and you open your mouth, letting him stick them in. Your lips wrapped around them, tongue lapping over them like they were his cock. 

The thought alone made his cock twitch. 

Lucas pulls his fingers away and you pout, making him smile. His hand rubbing along your thigh before pulling you toward the edge of the table a little more. 

He's got one of your legs over his shoulder, the other hooked around his hip when he pushes into you.

He fucks you the way he knows you like it; rough. You were already overstimulated from his mouth and his fingers. It wouldn't take much to push you over the edge.

Lucas left you wanting more, hearing you beg for him over and over again. Begging him to do something, anything.

You were a sight to see; back arched off the table, eyes closed and the little L pendant on your chain pooled by your neck when your head fell back, his name tumbling from your lips for what felt like the millionth time. 

“C’mon sweetheart, want you to cum for me.” He says, knowing it won't be long more. 

He knew you like the back of his hand, every look, every touch, every movement, he knew you.

Lucas watches as your eyes flutter shut and he reaches you with his other hand, holding your jaw and pulling you up a little, your elbows holding up the weight of your body. 

“Look at me when you cum.” 

You’re forcing yourself to keep your eyes open, looking at your husband just like he wanted when you cum. He follows moments after you, dropping himself down onto you, his chest on your stomach and his cock buried in you. You too had dropped back down onto the table. 

The two of you lay there for a moment, neither of you saying anything as you held onto each other. You reach down, twirling a few strands of Lucas' hair before he stands up, untangling himself from you.

Just as you pull his shirt on, the two of you hear the loud popping coming from outside of the window. He nods for you to go ahead and he follows behind you.

Lucas' arms wrap over your shoulders, the two of you watching the fireworks from your kitchen window. "Happy new years," he whispers in your ear, kissing your jaw.

You smile, giving his arm a squeeze. "Happy new years."

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[libraryofloveletters]

Box It Up

Lucas Paqueta x Fem!Reader

Warnings: lucas has no patience, reader is oddly specific, there's a routine to the madness, a bit of bickering.

Word Count: 292

Author's Note: I feel like none of y'all read for Lucas lmaooo, like 3 of you will read this

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As long as it takes to put up, it comes down in half the time. Lucas doesn't understand the delicate process of re-packing your ornaments. 

January had rolled around and it was finally time to take down your Christmas decorations.

There was an order in which you took down your decorations, hence why you always did it yourself but this year, your husband found his way to the living room and asked if he could help you.

You were never one to turn away help, so you tell him he can help you.

Lucas begins pulling ornaments off the tree at random; red, green, pink, blue, in whatever order he wishes.

"Lucas!" You call for him, stopping him. "There's an order to it."

"Why?" He asks, clearly confused, "it's all gonna come down anyways."

"Yeah, but it's easier to put it away when you take it down in order." you tell him, letting him take down the gold ones while you worked on the red ones.

After you took down all the coloured ornaments, it was time to work on the special ones. Carefully taking them off the branches and wrapping them with tissue paper, before putting them back into their boxes. Lucas, on the other hand, was pulling them down frantically, and in a rush for some reason.

"Babe!" You scolded him, Lucas groaned. "What is it now?" He asks, clearly annoyed.

"It's glass, be careful. I don't want you to break it."

"This is more work than putting up the tree," he says, groaning as he sits on the couch. You laughed, putting away the last of the ornaments.

You have Lucas take the boxes and put them into storage until Christmas comes again. "Babe," he says, sitting next to you on the couch. "I love you but I'm never helping you with that ever again."

You laugh, patting his thigh. "Whatever you say, babe."

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I will mainly write about futebol players and CentralCee.

Futebol players I prefer to write about are:

Neymar Jr.

Mbappe

Cristiano Ronaldo

However I am open to other players! It’s just easier for me to write when I know the players personality c’:

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𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃

description: during kristie's first game at west ham against tottenham no less, her girlfriend is pushing as hard as she can against the wind. so hard she knocks herself out.

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kristie mewis x female reader

disclaimer: this is all just fiction - have fun!

warnings: t*ttenh*m, concussion, mentions of blood and injury, swearing, cute fluff

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y/n and Kristie had met years ago, by complete chance. They had never played against each other, but while y/n was on holiday in America happened to run into each other and the rest was history.

Long time phone calls and late night face times became a regular thing for them as they navigated their relationship with a bright smile on their faces.

However, ever since Kristie's big move to y/n's team of six years, the couple had been hardly spotted apart. Not that anyone could blame the two lovers.

They were simply making up for lost time, and months spent without one another by their side. Therefore, they were attached all the time, some part of their bodies always touching.

The west ham girls found it almost hilarious, y/n had come to earn the nickname of the Aussie Storm, from how dangerous she was on the wing, how formidable she was as a player.

Yet, the second Kristie was in her eyeline the once fierce storm turned into a sunny day, the woman's attitude and scary demeanour 180' ing completely.

Currently, the group were stood around Rehanne, listening to her pep talk for the game ahead, the wind was incredibly wild and y/n was grateful that her girlfriend had helped her pin her braids stiffly in place.

The group were huddled in the changing room, Kristie in front of y/n, her back pressed against y/n's chest as the taller woman ran her arms up and down Kristie's sides soothingly.

The wind howled as the group cheered, Kristie pecking her lover's lips in good luck as they ran out onto the pitch. Kristie was on the bench for the start of the game and watched as the game got underway.

It was clear very early into the game, that today's battle was not just a London Derby, but also a derby against the earth's elements. The storm filled wind pushing even the lowest passes off course.

Kristie watched as her girlfriend stood strong, battling with Grace Clinton for the umpteenth time in the first twenty minutes, the blonde Tottenham player being dispossessed by y/n.

By half time, even in the cold wind and even colder air, West Ham managed to be 2-0 up. y/n had hardly stopped, and even in the cold she was covered with sweat.

Kristie moved over to her as she panted, handed her a water bottle as they listened to Rehanne's critics for the second half, before they finally had a moment to breathe.

y/n felt light, as if she wasn't fully in focus with what was going on around her. y/n ignored it, instead taking small sips of her water as Katrina sat next to her, the two national teammates clasping hands.

"You're doing so well babe. Never seen you like this." Kristie says softly after Katrina gets up.

"Ah well." y/n says panting. "London Derby baby." She tells Kristie who grins, pecking her lips as they are called back out. y/n groans but stands up, crouching to get Kristie on her back who chuckles.

"Weee." Kristie says as y/n runs down the corridor and onto the pitch, the two holding their arms out like aeroplanes.

One of their social media crew runs at them camera in hand as they get closer, Vivi in front of them pretending to roll her eyes in annoyance as she shakes her head at the camera.

"Children." Vivi jokes at the camera as y/n races close to the lens.

"Come on you irons!" She grins, laughing as Kristie kisses the lens as she jogs off, putting her down as they warm up.

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Kristie had made her debut on the 63rd minute, the blonde pushing against the wind as best she could as she tried her best to hold the ball as she went for a corner kick.

y/n watched proudly as Kristie tried to stop the ball from rolling away with little success, her jaw twitching from it's clenched position which she always did when aggravated.

West Ham were 2-1 up, Tottenham having snuck a goal past them ten minutes ago, in which y/n ended up rolling against the floor making her wince, but stood up quick enough to not be brought off, she just ignored the dizziness she felt.

Kristie kicked the ball finally, the wind pushing it around the air and almost into the net where Becky Spencer managed to bat it away, straight at y/n who pushed forward, trying to beat the wind.

y/n stuck her leg out, hoping to catch the ball and swoop it into the back of the next. Charli Grant, of Tottenham had the same idea but to defend.

y/n pushed her leg, swopping the ball past Becky and into the net, however her leg catches Charli's and with the speed y/n was running at, the girl falls and her head pushes against the goal post.

Kristie - who had ran toward the box in excitement - paused as she saw y/n's body fall lifeless to the ground, blood dripping down on face and onto her kit below as Charli held her national teammates head, crying in fear.

"Medics!" Kristie shouts, racing to her girlfriend, stripping Kristie's shirt off herself, leaving her in her sports bra.

Kristie's hands were shaking as Katrina hugged Charli, trying to calm her crying as Mackenzie held the other side of y/n, whispering begging words for her to wake up as the medics arrived.

Kristie could feel herself being pulled away but she tried to shake her head, tears shrouding her vision as Mackenzie finally got her away, her shirt being left against y/n's head, now dripping with blood.

The stadium was silent as the group crowded around y/n's body, the blood now stopping with the medics working hard and whispering to each other.

Kristie was in Mackenzie's arms, crying into her shoulder as she tried to keep herself calm, Hawa and Vivi were gripping each other tightly, Bethany England by their side as they all paled in worry.

Charli was slowly stopping her tears, staying clung to Katrina who was calming her down with soothing words as they watched y/n be stretchered off.

"Can you continue?" Mackenzie asked Kristie kindly, understanding if she would rather be with her lover.

"She'd want me too." Kristie nods, taking a wipe to scrub the blood off her hands as they went into a five minute water break.

Kristie pulled on her top, listening to Rehanne's talk about how they now played the rest of this game for y/n and the second she knew anything she would let them know.

The game continued, but it was clear everyone was shaken up, passes had become sloppy and shots were off completely, even the crowd was hardly paying attention.

During the 80th minute, Grace Clinton scored, narrowing the gap to 3-2 to West Ham, but no one celebrated, and then Kristie shot her corner on the 88th. The ball flying in due to the wind. No one celebrated.

The ref called the game at 98 minutes, no one complaining about the few minutes shaved off as the West Ham team tore down the tunnel and to the medics room.

The medics explained y/n had already been taken to hospital, the injury not looking past a major concussion and some blood loss, which had been hopefully rectified now they had stitched her up.

Kristie's hands were still stained red and shaking as she sighed out in relief, Charli burst into tears again, having followed the West Ham team.

Kristie's next hour of taking photos and showering was blurry as she drove to the hospital, finding the look of it so different to her home country as she walked into y/n's room, the girl sat up somewhat and wired up.

"Hey my love." y/n smiled weakly, her skin pale and sweaty as Kristie blinked away tears.

"I can't believe you're okay." Kristie sighed out in relief. "I was so worried." She adds and y/n nods, as she shuffles over, letting Kristie slide off her trainers and slide into the bed with her.

"Welcome to London love." y/n chuckled and Kristie sighs out. "It's a rough concussion, but no lasting damage, need to get the stitched taken out in a week, and then ease back into training over the next few weeks." y/n tells her.

"Looks like I'm gonna be playing nurse." Kristie sighs, pressing a relieved kiss to y/n's head.

"Hmm. Only if you wear the outfit we bought at Christmas." y/n jokes and Kristie snorts.

"Dude, gross!" Mackenzie says as she leans against the door way. "Entire teams are here, Spurs girlies too. You feel up to visitors?" Mackenzie asked her.

"Yeah, alright." y/n nods. "We won yeah?" She then asks and Mackenzie chuckles.

"Yeah, your mrs scored a goal." Mackenzie says and y/n grins.

"Had to do it while I wasn't there, huh?" y/n asks Kristie who chuckles and pecks her lips carefully.

"Well, I guess I will have to score one next week." Kristie says and y/n smiles.

"Okay my love." y/n smiles before the rest of the teams trudge in.

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[luvneymar]

(1) LOVE TO HATE ME — NEYMAR JR

— SUMMARY: You & Neymar both were booked for a suggestive underwear photoshoot, the only problem? You both hate each others guts.

PARINGS: young!neymar x female!reader & young!lucas paqueta x female!reader

NOTE: any examples doesn’t not represent the race, body type or skin-tone of the female lead.

— “Yes! Just like that! A bit more slutty and you’ll be perfect!” The casting director yelled at you from the background of your Calvin Klein campaign, You laughed hearing the last part as you posed on the set strutting your body in different ways.

In the recent years of you becoming a rising star in both the athletic world & the modelling world you’ve been booked & busy with these kinds of activities & activities. The one thing that sold the most was your partner shoots with another male athletes or actors.

The first time it happens it was by total accident when the director doubled booked 2 models at the same time but seeing how much money it brought in for you & the companies, you had to basically expect for some handsome famous guy to come & sweep you off your feet.

As you were posing the casting director stopped the photographer as he walked onto the set to whisper something into your ear,“Darling you know how much I love your smile but, we don’t need it here. Look fierce! Look alive! Look sexy!”

He begun to adjust your facial expression by pulling your bottom lip out just a bit to create a naughty but nice type of pout along with curling your eyelashes a bit more to make them look “doe-y” at one angle then “siren-y” the next.

Once he backed away and resumed the shoot you took his advice & begun to pose is much more suggestive ways; ways that your mother would’ve smacked you for if she saw the magazine you’d be front & center in.

“Lovely! That’s what I’m looking for!” He yelled out waving his hands around in an attempt to hype you up.

Soon the flashes stopped as he turned to the photographer looking at the photos he took to approve them, he sent an approval nod his way signalling the standby staff to clear the set & hand you a robe.

As you walked off the casting director engulfed you into a hug patting the back of your head, “You did great today, your next set is in your change-room. As you know that’ll be your collaborative project. Get excited”

You both exchanged cheek kisses before your waddled to change-room feeling exposed & quite cold actually. As you opened the door you immediately searched for the clothes you were going to wear.

Except you only found a pair of pants & the iconic Calvin Klein underwear, not a shirt in sight. You begun to look around trying to see if your shirt was misplaced. Or at-least a bra; you never signed up for a topless shoot.

“My set missing a—!” As you walked out of the change-room holding the “outfit” you were supposed to wear you locked eyes with non other than— Neymar Junior. Neymar fucking Junior.

The Neymar Junior who broke your nose in Secondary School, The Neymar who cut your hair in middle school, The Neymar Junior Santos who tripped you in the halls. That Neymar Junior.

“He’s the super hot athlete? Oh, just kill me now.” You yelled out throwing your arms in the air as you spun your heels speed walking towards your change room grabbing your manager by the arm digging your nails into his arm.

As you slammed the door you shoved him into the couch throwing the clothes on the table as you flopped down beside him, “Seriously? Seriously! You hyped this up so much I thought I was gonna do a shoot with the Stephen Curry.”

“Just listen—” He tried to explain, you slammed your finger onto his mouth signalling him not talk as you shook your head side to side very slowly with an evil scowl on your face.

“I’m having a moment here! I specially said anyone but him! Did you know he broke my—!” You explained flailing your arms in the air as you fell over on the couch resting your head on the armrest.

“Yes I know you’ve told the story a million times and more, to be fair you weren’t all the kind to him either.” He cut you off as he stood up from the couch, “I tried to reason with them but you both are very popular on the internet. You even have fanclub—”

“Ew! Don’t even mention that to me. I’ll just suck it up & hold my breath till I die on set & blame him for 1st degree murder.” You grumbled swinging your legs off the couch as you sat back up staring right at the wall blankly.

“Your loss. I personally think he’s kinda cute—!”

“Get out!” You shrieked throwing your pillow at him as he rushed out of the room laughing at your reaction. You got up & begun pacing around the room chewing on your thumb nail as you pondered about how you could even do this.

You weren’t even worried about Neymar as much as you were worried about your long-term boyfriend Lucas Paqueta seeing this. You half naked pressed against another man; his best friend according to the concept photos you were given.

“I’ll just explain it to him later. He knows how much I hate him anyways!” You took a deep breath shaking off any negative thoughts you had lingering in your mind as you begun to get dressed.

It didn’t take long since all you had to put on was a pair of underwear, jeans, & a pair of nipple covers. Thankfully they ate last provided you with that seeing as how you felt as if you were about to film a porno.

You walked towards the mirror hands held on your breasts as you looked up and down at your attire embarrassed look melted onto your face. “Neymar Junior is going to see my boobs.” You muttered out, in disbelief.

“Neymar Junior is going to see, my boobs! As you took in the fact you begun to laugh uncontrollably at the irony of the situation, your arch enemy since your birth is going to be touching your boobs; a place only a select few were even allowed to see.

You wiped the small tears forming at the corner of your eyes due to excess laughter as you pulled out of your phone from your pocket feeling it vibrate from a text that read.“We’re ready for you.”

You sighed saying a small prayer before walking out of the change-room hands covering your chest, as the shoes you were wearing made noise the casting director along with Neymar turned their heads to look at you. “Woman of the hour!”

“Yeah.” You nervously chuckled as you slowly made your way to the edge of the set, despite taking literal baby steps you made it there in a shorter time than you’d like, as you stood there staring straight ahead right past Neymar’s eyes that didn’t leave your body.

“Did you look at the concept photos?” The casting director asked you as you completely zoned out all the background noises, your heart begun to pound as you took in that this was really happening.

“Yeah I did.” You muttered out as you turned your head slowly towards the director awkward smile on your face as you felt Neymar’s gaze being branded onto your skin.

“Well we’re scrapping that one, this is what the first pose will be.” The casting director handed you a photo face down already making you suspicious, when you flipped the photo your eyes nearly flew out of your sockets.

“What the fuck is this!” You whispered shouted in disbelief as to what you were seeing, not only were you going to be literally topless, Neymar’s head was going to be resting: on your breasts.

You hadn’t even noticed that his hands were going to be resting on your ass. “We are not filming a porno! You’ve gotta change this now.”

“This is what is going to sell. It sold back then it’ll sell now. Come one darling, just this once. For me.” He pleaded with you grabbing you by your shoulders.

“No! Not unless you pay me millions! Even if you can You’re gonna owe me. Big time. largely.” Hearing that the director smiled at you before ushering you onto the set where you stood awkwardly beside Neymar who had a stupid smirk on his face. “Alright places everyone.”

Once you heard that you grit your teeth and furrowed your eyebrows as you eased onto the floor of the set, you hesitated before crawling into Neymar’s lap hands hovering just centimetres away from his waist with him doing the same cringing away from your body.

Just before the photographer begun to take photos the director begun to yell once again,“Ugh no no no! Hands on her waist, hands on his waist, look seductive, look like you want to fuck each other!”

You grew goosebumps just hearing that as you muttered under your breath “ew”, you rolled yo ur eyes looking away from Neymar’s annoyed gaze, “This is an underwear company! you’re advertising underwear! hands off your sides and pose!”

“Don’t think I’m enjoying touching your repulsive body, I’m doing this because I have too.” He muttered under his breath emphasizing the “repulsive” making your skin crawl.

“Your breath stinks.” You replied pinching him in his side as hard as you could, seeing him wince in pain gave you a weird boost of satisfaction, as you both bickered with the occasional pinch coming his way you both tuned our the director till he yelled.

“I’m not paying you both millions to look like constipated scorpions! Positions! Now!” He yelled out using the paper in his hand to fan his forehead which was sweating quite heavily, hearing him be so angry out of nowhere frightened you enough to relax just enough to look natural.

Once you both had relaxed easing into each other the rest of the set had gone smoothly with minimal arguing from both of your sides; especially your side since you were quite literally topless. “Wonderful Job guys! Your cheque’s will be emailed to you shortly.”

Once the set was clearing out you stood there waiting for your robe to be handed to you as you shivered, the studio was a lot colder than you had realized. As you were standing around you noticed Neymar hadn’t left quite yet & he was looking a bit red.

“Ew, Are you blushing? I know I have great boobs, but no need to get embarrassed y’know? I’m sure your girlfriend—”

“My God, Will you just shut up?” Neymar shouted at you as he begun to scratch his skin, little blotches of red begun to show on his skin— not that you’d notice them of course.

“Shut up? Did you just tell me to shut up? Do you want me to rip your jaw off? Or did you forget who you were talking too? You turned your body to face him as you looked him up & down with disgust & annoyance in your eyes.

As you were cussing him out you didn’t even notice he hadn’t given you a snarky response back or just pushed pasted you like he always did confusing you, as you took a closer look at him you noticed he was developing a skin rash; hives.

“What the fuck? What type of rash are you developing?” You asked as you backed away wrapping your robe around your body tightly, watching him scratch his body frantically grossed you out enough to just leave the set & go back to your change-room.

Just before you were able to set foot into your room you heard a loud boom, along with a shriek alarming you greatly. As you rushed towards the noise you were met with Neymar breathing heavily on the floor with his assistant all over him trying to find out what was wrong.

A crowd gathered around him as some people were calling the ambulance while others were helping in anyway they could, as you stood there looking at him try to take in a breath you spun your heels turning back to your room.

“What the absolute fuck is going on?” You muttered out backing away from the crowd as you slipped back into your change-room slamming the door before locking it, you slid down the door trying to figure out why that was happening.

As you wondered it had finally hit you, recently you were gifted a body-care set that was based upon real strawberries giving you a long lasting strawberry scent all day— the only problem? Neymar was severely allergic to them.

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[clov3sr]

Painkiller | Jude Bellingham

♡ — pairing(s): Jude Bellingham x reader

♢ — author annotations: paqueta y bono mis amores you're not safe either,,, we ride at dawn

♤ — c/t w(s): reader is implied to be in school

♧ — synopsis: How could you ever complain about being tired when your boyfriend is a world renowned professional athlete?

♫ — music inspo.: PAINKILLER by RUEL

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 1:38 ───ㅇ───── 3:33

Jude will never be ashamed to admit he's not the smartest. Even when his teams joke with him about it, as often as he manages to dodge Saka and his Tiktoks, he doesn't excuse himself or shy away; no, it's an invitation. The opportunity blossoms at his feet, and he takes any chance he can. Without fail, he'll retort, "I don't even need to be smart, I have y/n," and it's that same golden opportunity that, without fail, he twists into bragging — "y/n actually just passed this exam," or, "you know, y/n knows how to do that niche skill,"

No, Jude isn't the most academically predisposed, but what he does know inside out is you; so when he hears the door open and shut, the subsequent shuffling of your things, and the lack of your adorable exclamation that you're here, his instinct is to pause his Netflix show immediately.

He peeks his head out of the room with an inquisitive call of your name, but for naught as he spots you immediately. Youre in the midst of putting your bags down, and just begin taking your jacket off when he approaches you.

"Hi, love," he's gentle with his tone and volume, testing the waters and you're keen to it. You've told him before how relieving it is for you not to have to pretend around him, and he's dedicated to maintaining that dynamic, "how was your day?"

You sigh, like you're trying to expel all the negativity before you somehow breathe it unto him accidentally. He notices.

"It was fine. Like any other day."

Jude's not going to accept that answer and you know that by the way his eyebrows furrow momentarily and he moves to embrace you. His hands start at your shoulders, delivering a comforting squeeze before they slide down to hold your hands. You sigh again; it's so hard to be upset when you get to come home to Jude, a rare occurrence recently. You'll manage to, though.

"Are you sure, lovely? You know I'm here for you."

You hum, leaning to rest your head on his chest. "You're Jude Bellingham. I think I'll get over my silly little issues."

"What's that mean?"

The speed at which he replies throws you off. Genuine confusion is laced into his words, and slight offense almost accompanies. It wasn't a complete joke, you admit, but you phrased it as light-hearted as possible, you'd thought.

"I just mean," you trail off for a moment, shrugging nonchalantly to try and ease him, "You deal with the stress of the entire world watching you, and the physical strain you go through is unimaginable, Ju. I don't have to insult you by whining about my everyday shit."

His silence alarms you. For a beat too long, he's just staring, eyebrows still furrowed in deep thought. Maybe you'd already offended him? Had your uncharacteristically monotone entrance annoyed him?

You only get so far down the list of anxieties and what-ifs before your train of thought is halted. Jude removes his hands from yours, instead cupping your face and raising your head gently to face him instead of his chest.

“Y/n I'm going to marry you, do you know that?”

It takes the atmosphere a second for his earnestness to settle. He's serious, and the idea of Jude already planning a future with you makes your heart skip and your chest ache. If you even knew how to respond, you know you can't physically get any words out. Your mouth opens momentarily and closes again in defeat.

“I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life as your lover. And I know you're going to continue to support me,” he gingerly kisses your left cheek, “no matter what,” and then the right, “and I'm going to support you.” He moves up to your forehead, inhaling fondly as if savoring the moment. You are as well. Finally, he kisses it and lets his lips linger. Once more, he brings your head up to face his.

“I love you, and your problems are never going to be less important than mine, darling.”

“I don't deserve you, Ju.”

He wants to argue that, and normally he would – you know he would – but he instead chooses to take advantage of your cracked defenses.

“How was your day, lovely?”

♢ — author postnote (s): dude this is so filthy sweet I legit don't even wanna read it again to edit it like. I started this last night when I got home from work and, clov3 fun fact: clov3 is NOT an emotional person at all like. bro bye. don't even like this fr.

[fossadeileonixv]

Matchday 11: Milan x Nazio

Oh man.

LAST FOUR

NAZIO (18 points; 6th): WWDDW

MILAN (13 points; 11th): WLDWL

PROBABILI FORMAZIONI (Via GdS)

Milan (4-3-3): Donnarumma; Calabria, Duarte, Romagnoli, Theo Hernandez; Paqueta, Bennacer, Krunic; Castillejo, Piatek, Calhanoglu

Lazio (3-5-2): Strakosha; Luiz Felipe, Acerbi, Radu; Lazzari, Milinkovic-Savic, Leiva, Luis Alberto, Lulic; Correa, Immobile

MATCH INFO

TIME: 14:45 EST, 18:65 GMT. Convert your local start time here.

LOCATION: San Siro

ODDS (via Betclic): 32% Milan win, 27% draw, 31% Nazio win

WHERE TO WATCH: ESPN+ in the States, DAZN in Canada, BeIN Sports 4 in Egypt, Match TV Game for you election-riggers in Russia, and illegal streams everywhere. Check listings here.

[lewisvinga]

surpresa ! | lucas paqueta x fem! reader

requested; yes!

request; Pls Lucas paqueta x f!reader where she doesn’t know he’s famous and they’re flirting and then they go on a date and he tells her and she’s even more nervous or sm like that??

masterlist !

The knock coming from your door made your nerves flare up. You knew it was Lucas coming to pick you up for your date. After weeks of flirting, he finally asked you out. You checked over your outfit before running over to the door.

When you opened it, you see Lucas holding a gorgeous bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“Such a gentleman, aren’t you?” You tease, giving him a peck on the cheek. You set the bouquet in your kitchen, reminding yourself to put it in a vase before heading back to Lucas.

“Gotta be one for my favorite girl.” He chuckles, leading you to his car and opening the door for you. A faint blush appeared on your cheek as you thank him, getting in his car.

He took you to a local restaurant. It was fancy and the interior was gorgeous. The meals were extravagant and were just as good as they looked. You found yourself enjoying your date with Lucas. His presence made you calm and happy. That was until you heard whispers followed by a camera click and saw a flash. You tensed up immediately and he was quick to notice.

“Are you alright, y/n?” Lucas asks, his voice full of concern at seeing you suddenly tense up. You look around the restaurant and see a group of girls whispering and staring at you.

“Yeah- I’m- I’m fine. What were you saying again?” You quickly turn back to him, trying to ignore the stares. He started to explain something. You tried to focus, you truly did but the whispers kept bothering you. You hear a camera click a few more times.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you, but are those girls behind me taking pictures of us?” You lean in close and whisper to him, paranoid that they might hear you. Lucas looks behind your shoulder and sees the group of girls. They all started smiling once they see him looking at them. They wave at him to which he shyly waves in reply.

“Wait, do you know them?”

Lucas lets out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his neck as he focuses back on you. “I have something to confess.” He says. You look at him confused at his choice of words.

“What is it?”

“I’m kinda famous…”

“Kinda?!” You exclaim kinda loudly. You cover your mouth with your hand and lean close to him. You whisper again, “Kinda?”

“I play for Brazil’s national soccer team. I also played in the world cup…” He trails off. He notices your wide eyes and mouth, clearly you were shocked at his confession. “Surpresa?”

“Playing for Brazil’s national soccer team means you’re more than kinda famous! Oh my, is that why people were taking pictures of us?” You immediately start overthinking and panicking at the thought of pictures of you being spread all over the internet. “My makeup looks bad and this dress doesn’t fit me right. People are gonna think I’m not good enough, the internet is scary you know? I’m on a date with a famous soccer player-“

You were quickly interrupted by Lucas grabbing your hands and holding onto them tightly. “Y/n, you don’t have to worry about any of that. You look gorgeous. Who cares what people on the internet think of you? I’m on a date with you and I like you, that’s all that matters.”

You take a deep breath. His words helped you calm down and you give his hand a light squeeze. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m- i’m fine. I’m the one on a date with you, not them.”

He smiles at you as he squeezes your hand back. “Do you want to leave? I can ask for the bill.”

“Yes, please.”

Lucas quickly flags down the waiter and asks for the bill. He makes sure to leave exact change and some extra for tip. He grabs your hand and helps you up.

“Well, what a surprise that was.” You blurt out in between giggles once you were both safe and sound in his car. He couldn’t help but laugh along with you.

“Sorry for not telling you earlier, y/n. I was just scared.” Lucas tried to explain but you quickly shush him. You grab his hand, holding onto it tightly as he drives back to your home.

“I understand, Lucas. It’s okay. You just have to make up that big surprise for me. How about we watch a movie at my place and just cuddle?”

“You got yourself a deal, y/n.”

[lewisvinga]

stupid | lucas paquetá x fem! reader

requested; yes!

request; can you do an angst that ends with fluff with Lucas paquetá?

note; there needs to be more paquetá gifs bc all the ones i found were the same clip😭

masterlist !

“Come on, meu amor, it’s not that serious. Don’t be so dramatic.” Lucas calls out to you as your storm into your shared home after leaving the club late at night. You continue to ignore him as you take off your shoes and set your bag down.

“Y/n!”

“It is that serious, Lucas! She was all over you and you did nothing to push her away!” You exclaim as you turn to him. You were already having a bad day before going out to the local bar with some of his friends. Seeing a random girl flirt with him and touch him was just icing on the cake for you.

Lucas didn’t think anything of it. He loves you, you know he loves you, so why were you so worried? He thought you were just being dramatic about the situation but then he remembered something, “Yeah and you were all giggly with Neymar! You kept grabbing his arm and everything!”

You let out a scoff as you cross your arms, “Because he was saying funny jokes! And he got so drunk he kept tripping and I was helping him!” You walk closer to him and point at him, “You on the other hand let a girl touch you in a weird way and she openly flirted with you. In front of me!”

“But I love you, y/n. You know that, why- why would I go with a drunk girl who I don’t even know the name of!”

“Lucas, are you serious?” You let out a sigh. You look at him and he looked 100% serious. He nods frantically in reply. “You don’t get it. Yeah, you love me and I know that. It still hurts, Lucas. It still does.”

Lucas notices the hurt expression you wore and immediately realized how he was in the wrong. He lets out a small sigh before wrapping his arms tightly around you. “I’m sorry, minha vida. I didn’t realize that it would upset you.”

You melted into his touch and wrap your arms around him almost immediately. “It’s okay, my love. Just don’t be stupid and let a girl flirt with you in front of me again or next time I won’t be very forgiving.”

Lucas lets out a loud laugh. He shakes his head and presses a gently kiss on the top of your head, “Never, meu amor.”

[lewisvinga]

proud of you | lucas paqueta x fem! reader

requested; yes!

request; can you do a Lucas paquetá x reader where she comforts him after his loss to croatia?

masterlist !

You waited in your hotel room in anticipation. The Brazil vs. Croatia game was finally over and Brazil had lost due to penalties. Usually after a game, Lucas always texted you. His texts always expressed his excitement of winning and going to the next round.

This time, there were no texts. No calls. Nothing.

You were feeling sick that morning, hence why you stayed back in the hotel room instead of going to the stadium. Your sickness went away the moment the game ended and your mind filled with worry. You anxiously pace around the bedroom until you finally hear the door click.

You hear shuffling and the drop of a bag and moments later you see Lucas appear. You didn’t say anything and instead you watched him slowly walk to the bathroom. “I’m gonna shower.” He says so quietly you could barley hear him.

10 minutes have passed and you anxiously cleaned the hotel room while waiting for Lucas. You hear footsteps shuffling over to the couch. You turn around and see him sitting down, staring at the wall.

“My love.” You whisper, walking over to him. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, hiding his face in the fabric of your shirt. Seconds later, you felt his body start shaking and you hear sobs coming from him.

You hated seeing Lucas upset and you hated seeing him cry even more. You remembered how excited he was to go the world cup. You remembered how well Brazil was doing that many assumed they were going to win. Your heart broke for your boyfriend.

“My love. I’m so sorry. I can’t even imagine how you feel right now.” You whisper, running your fingers through his damp locks. You kiss the top of his head as he continued to cry in your arms. “But you did so well. You were amazing on that field. Every game, you played hard, you worked hard, and people finally noticed how talented you are.”

Lucas finally stopped sobbing and his cries soon turned into light sniffles. “It’s just- I can’t believe it. I thought we were going to make it. I wanted to win it for Brazil, win it for you.” He chokes out, his voice was shaky due to how emotional he was.

“My love, you being with me is a win for me. You were so good. Extraordinary even. I know it might’ve not been the ending you expected, but just now that Brazil is proud of you. I’m proud of you.” You whisper to him as he pulls you into his lap. You cup his face and wipe away the tears on his cheeks.

“You always know when to say the right words, don’t you, meu amor?” Lucas chuckles, holding onto you tightly. You lean down, kissing him slowly. You pulled away but kept your face close to his.

“I’m always proud of you, my love.”

[lewisvinga]

only yours | lucas paqueta x fem! reader

requested; yes!

request; Can you write about where lucaus paqeuta getting jealous

warnings: jealous lucas, party/club scene, idk what else

note; there needs to be more lucas paqueta gifs 🤬

masterlist!

Lucas didn’t know how to feel when he saw a random man talking to you in the club. It was supposed to be a fun night out with some of his Brazilian teammates, their girlfriends/wives, and you. It was meant to be a good night to finally let loose after a couple of tough games. Until he saw a blonde man walk up to you as you ordered a drink.

He was getting close to you. Too close to Lucas’s liking. To make matters worse, he seemed to be telling a joke that was funny enough to make you laugh. He had his last straw when he saw him trying to snake his hand around your waist.

His mind flooded with jealousy as he abruptly stands up to make his way over to you. Neymar and Vinicius were sitting at the table with him and were equally as shocked at his angry face.

You saw Lucas walking towards you from the corner of your eye. “Uh oh.” You mumbled. The blonde guy turns to look at you with a confused face. Before you could explain yourself, you feel yourselves being pulled away from his side.

Before the guy could even protest, Lucas dragged you away from him. “Amor, wait!” You exclaim as you both head out of the club. You could’ve swore you could see the steam coming from his ears from how angry he looked.

“I don’t like him. “

“You don’t know him. I don’t even know him. I was just playing along because I didn’t want to seem rude!”

You could visibly see Lucas calm down a bit. You could still sense the jealousy from him though. A small sigh escaped your lips as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “You don’t have to worry or get jealous, amor.”

His hands immediately found their place at your waist as he leans in close. “Just don’t like seeing you with other guys. You’re only mine.” He quietly says before pressing a kiss against your lips.

“I’m only yours.”

[luvneymar]

(3) NONCHALANT NANCY — NEYMAR JR

— SUMMARY: the aftermath of the photos being released.

PARINGS: young!neymar x female!reader & young!lucas paqueta x female!reader

“No fair! She’s so lucky! Not only does she get to do a nude photoshoot with him, she’s his dirty mistress!” A high pitched voice coming from quiet the small body that walked towards you, arm linked around another girl who seemed to be totally disinterested.

“Oh please Fatima, he’s not that attractive. I think Ronaldo is much hotter.” The disinterested woman replied, turning her annoyed gaze from the smaller girl wrapped around her arm to you; who’s leg was up in the air parallel to the other that stood on the floor.

“Hi Charolette, Hi Fatima. I assume you guys are talking about me?” You questioned turning your head to face them sending a quick smile there way. They split apart to stand on ether side of you resting their body’s over the edge of the skating rink.

It hadn’t even been a few days since after the photos were released till you were bombarded with paparazzi everywhere you went asking you to confirm or deny any of the rumours floating around. It make your skin crawl just thinking about them.

“Does this mean the rumours online are actually true? You’re leaving your boyfriend for Neymar Junior?”

“Will the long-time internet ship finally set sail?”

“What do you think Lucas Paqueta thinks of all this?”

“Does this mean your reputation & lifestyle as a “citygirl” will end? Or is this another fling?”

“How do you think your long-term frenemy; Bruna will react to this?”

You let out a deep sigh before slowly lowering your leg feeling as if you’ve stretched enough. You walked towards the benches, behind you Charlotte & Fatima tailing you like lost puppies.

“Of course we’re talking about you! Your the talk of the town. Tell us, are you actually cheating on Lucas with.. Neymar?” Fatima scoot her body towards you whispering Neymar’s name like it was some kind of secret.

You looked up from the skates you were tying up to look at both of them seeing the look in their eyes made you sigh once again, you constantly talked about how much you hated Neymar & his stupid ego. You had no idea why they would even think this.

“I don’t like Neymar. At all. I wouldn’t even want to be in the same room as him. Let alone fuck him.” You cleared up the flying rumours returning back to your skate that was left undone.

“So not true! You went to visit him in the hospital! With nobody in the room!” Fatima continued as Charlotte nodded in agreement, you rolled your eyes as you stood up stumbling a bit before turning your body to look at them hands resting on your hips.

“That was much different! Bruna said it was a favour & she’d compensate me! Me & Neymar? Never ever. You do remember when he—!”

“Oh shut up!” Charlotte clasped her hand over your mouth, rolling her eyes as she knew what you were going to say. “We all know he broke your nose, we don’t care! All we wanna know is if you’re messing with Neymar Junior.”

You ripped her hand off your mouth before continuing, “No. Never in a Million years. No.” Once you finished clearing up all the rumours you turning your body towards the gate of the rink & walked towards it.

Just as you got onto the ice you felt Fatima’s hands wrapped themselves around your arm as she begun to skate around the rink pulling you along with her, shortly after charlotte caught up with you. “What about enemies to lovers or whatever? Like, wouldn’t it be kinda hot?”

“No! No Fatima, it would not be hot in any shape or form. No!” You whispered before pulling your arm away skating towards the other side of the rink. You sighed skating around aimlessly enjoying your temporary feeling of completely tranquility.

That tranquillity was was soon disrupted as you bumped into another club member; Vic. You & Vic had a long lasting rivalry ever since she had decided that when you won your first olympic gold medal over her you screwed on of the judges to get a few points ahead of her.

You were both neck n’ neck for first place but you had won by just 2 more points for a reason that was still unknown to this day, you both had fell once during your performance but somehow you still managed to win over her. Not that you were complaining.

“Oh Hey, (Name)! Glad to see you back! It’s nice that you’re honing your skating skills instead of honing blowing skills!”

“Heyy Vic! I’m glad to see you too! It’s be a darn waste if I couldn’t humiliate you at this years olympic games again! And don’t worry, your boyfriend & the judges think my rather blowing skills are; …impeccable!” You smiled at her using a cute & oblivious tone.

You both sent passive aggressive smiles at each other along with offensive comments about literally anything you could conjure up. “Hmm, You’ve gotten wrinkles. Not surprised with how many blowjobs you give a day.”

You grit your teeth before responding, “Have you fixed the bald-spot at the back of your head? Or do I need to make another one Vic?”

“I don’t have a bald spot, Plus you’ve gotten fat.”

“Your sister is fat, why I stole her vogue cover right from under her. Literally.”You snapped back trying hard not to burst out laughing from what you just said, you knew Vic cared a lot about her siblings so you sending that comment her way should’ve hit a spot.

“You fucking bitch—!” She yelled out, just before she could send another insult your way as she placed her fist in the air “threatening” to harm you, your coach came around placing his body between you both.

“Okay girls! Break it up! Another competition is coming up & you both are my stars. I don’t need another incident like before. Go! Now. Before I kick you both out of the rink for today.”

You both grumbled before gliding away to opposite sides of the rink not failing to send secret middle fingers like fucking middle schoolers. The rest of the practice went smoothly until non other than your boyfriend; Lucas Paqueta shows up with a less than pleased look on his face. You knew exactly why too.

Charlotte glided towards spotting the upset Brazilian man as-well. “Why is he here? What did you do?” She whispered into your ear pulling you away by your arm so he wouldn’t see you. This was the only time you we’re grateful for the matching uniform.

“I don’t know! Maybe he’s here because he saw the news.” You replied chewing on your fingernails nervously looking back checking if he’s noticed you. Just as you looked back you locked eyes with his feeling a wave of his unknowing but most likely angry emotion wash over you.

Lucas motioned for you do come over causing you to quickly turn around. “He’s probably going to kill me! Waking up to news of your girlfriend being all over your best-friend makes you want to kill a man! Or woman!”

“Relax you’ll be fine! I’ll watch out incase anything happens! You know Lucas isn’t a physical guy.” Charlotte reasoned as he pulled you body towards the side of the rink where the exit gate was stationed, you sighed thinking about the last few times something like this has happened.

“Yeah, yeah. He doesn’t get physical, but he gets physical you know what I’m saying?” You whispered into her ear causing to her giggle at your explanation, of course she would know seeing as how you both have done it multiple times in the change-rooms, gender neutral bathrooms or virtually anywhere.

“You’ll be okay! It’s not like anyone has ever died from a good dicking down.” Charlotte opened the gate & pushed you onto the spongy yet firm ground right in-front of your boyfriend who was standing right in front of you looking right down at your figure, hands stuffed in his pockets, angry glare resting on his face.

“C’mere we need to talk.” He grabbed your wrist pulling you into the change-room’s locking the door right behind him, as you heard the lock switch you gulped slightly excited but also terrified as to what would happen. Last time somethings like this happened your legs were in such bad shape you couldn’t skate for days.

“We need to talk? Or we need to talk?” You emphasized the last talk as you begun to unzip your define jacket slowly, your zipper could barely go far enough before you were pushed into the wall lightly with Lucas age king quite closely to you barely leaving a gap.

“No we need to talk, talk. Words. How can you do this to me princess? My best friend?” He questioned voice slightly cracking at his last sentence which did nothing but make you feel like an idiot & break your heart slightly all at once.

“Baby listen! It wasn’t on purpose I—!”

“I know I haven’t been around that often but does my absence really push you towards another man?” Lucas continued you rant on blaming himself but also not excusing your actions, as you stood there & took it you looked up at him & couldn’t help but realize how hot he look basically cursing you out in Portuguese.

As you stared at him watching him pace around the room using big hand gestures & authoritative sentences you couldn’t help but pull your zipper down all the way dropping your jacket onto the floor leaving you just in your bra.

Lucas hadn’t noticed it until he turned back to look at you hoping you were at-least sorry for what you had done but was met with you removing your leggings standing half naked in a thong & a bra in the frigid change-room causing your nipples to become erect & sensitive.

“I’m sure you’d like to argue more about how I’m a bad girlfriend but wouldn’t you like it so much more if I… made it up to you?” You walked towards your in awe boyfriend & wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in as he wrapped his large hands around your waist.

“Jump.” He whispered into your ear, as you jumped up legs wrapping around his waist, hands resting on your exposed ass you both kissed each other as if you haven’t seen each other in forever. Tongue was involved & it was indeed messy.

The way he looked when you both pulled away trying to get some air before diving right back in almost made you come in your pants, the heavy breathing, the rough touches all over your body & his tongue easily dominating your own was just to much for you to handle.

You weren’t even aware that your back hit the cold brick of the change room until it did & your bra was on the floor somewhere in the room. “Now this is my kind of talking hmm?” You asked him tilting your head just a bit looking at him innocently.

“Não pense que suas pequenas palavras doces serão capazes de me convencer de que você ainda me merece depois dessa merda.” [Don’t think your sweet little words will be able to convince me you still deserve me after this shit] He smacked your ass hard enough for you to jump slightly at the impact

— “Also, we’re not stopping till i’m convinced you’re sorry for what you did.”

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(2) JUST A MILE AWAY — NEYMAR JR

— SUMMARY: You visit Neymar in the hospital instead of Bruna & torment him in many ways which doesn’t go totally according to plan

PARINGS: young!neymar x female!reader & young!lucas paqueta x female!reader

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Fluorescent lights shone into the eyes of the young Brazilian as he woke up feeling pain & irritation all over his body, his throat was on fire & he felt like he was skinned & roasted like a pig on the first of July.

As he lifted his body up it felt as if he was he was being punished by God in some way for messing around with a woman who wasn’t his to mess around with, once he was able to sit up he looked around the room spotting a feminine figure sitting in the visitors chair.

As he squints his eyes, he realized that it’s not his girlfriend who he’d very much like for it to be but none other than you, the very person who landed him in a hospital bed.

Neymar sat there watching your every move in pure fury questioning how you could even show your face to him let alone snack on fucking sunflower seeds & raspberry lemonade while reading trashy magazines. It infuriated him.

“W–!” Just as he was going to curse you out for showing your face, his throat betrayed him as it basically on fire. He winced as he grabbed his throat in pain frantically looking around for water.

Just then you looked up from your magazine after hearing a less than pleasant sound just to see Neymar frantically searching around for something, most likely water; or any liquid for that matter.

The doctors had told you that he was going to need lots of fluids for his recovery but just to be petty you decided to keep a bunch of water bottles hostage on your side of the room.

“Your not going to find any water around you, better start swallowing your saliva.” You nonchalantly informed him turning your focus from his panicked eyes right back to your magazine flipping the page.

He continued to search around for water praying that you were kidding, his throat was seriously on fire & he needed something to quench it before he died from lack of air & dehydration.

Watching him search around for water like a fish out of water for a good 10 seconds basking in his despair & desperation you decide finally pull out the last “water” bottle from under your chair throwing it from your right hand to your left.

Neymar whipped his head around at the sound of water swishing around in plastic with a relieved look on his face which was short lived once he realized that the water bottle was half empty.

He wasn’t going to trust any type of liquid in a bottle that you offered him ever especially if it was half empty. If he wasn’t in this situation where he desperately needed it he’d turned down your offer. Seeing the sadistic look on your face almost made him want to just close his eyes & die.

You closed your magazine & got up from your seat, slowly walked towards Neymar with a menacing grin on your face, it was almost as if you walked in slow motion trying really hard to savour the moment of your enemy completely at your mercy.

If you were going to be forced to be here with him you should at-least have some fun with it, right?

“You want the water?” You bent down whispering into his ear cunning grin still sitting on your face, as you pulled back from his ear you noticed an angry glare resting on Neymar’s face as he tried to snatch the water from you.

“Ah, Ah, Ah.” You waved your finger in his face talking to him in a tone a kindergarten teacher would use to talk to a child, the situation was almost comical to you.

Under normal circumstances Neymar would’ve physically taken the water from you but he was to weak to even leave his bed.

“We don’t grab things that we want from other people Neymar. Say please if you want the water.” You stood there for 5 seconds waiting for him to comply to your demand.

Every sound out of his mouth sounded like some sad cheap sound in a chew toy for a dog, seeing as how he wasn’t planning on at-least clasping his hands together to signal a please you spun your heel preparing to walk back to your seat.

You could barely take 2 steps back to your chair before Neymar’s hand grabbed your wrist pulling you right back to where you were seconds ago, except he used too much force & tripped you causing you to fall right onto him.

Your eyes widen as you felt your body fall onto his almost in slow-motion, everything happened so slow yet so fast you hadn’t even registered the fact that you sprained your ankle or the fact that your chest were right in Neymar’s face. Again.

His hand was on your lower back in an attempt to stop you from hurting yourself as you fell which wasn’t helpful at all seeing as how his hand kept you both in the position for longer than you needed to be.

Once you both had registered what had happened you quickly pulled away unaware that you had dropped your blackmail “water” bottle on the bed right beside Neymar’s hand, you weren’t even able to reach for it as his reflexes were much quicker.

He quickly wiped away the lip-gloss on the rim of the bottle quickly taking a sip of the “water” in the feeling refreshed, that feeling only lasted a quick second as his face cringed along with his tastebuds as he took in the true flavours of the beverage. “Ew, what’s in this?“

You hadn’t realized you were just standing there like a fool with your mouth slightly opened, flabbergasted at what had just happened. Quickly closing your lips as you cleared your throat, gaining your composure back as you spun your heel walking back to your seat.

Or at-least tried to, just as you put weight on your left foot you felt a sharp familiar pain run through your entire body, you jerked in pain lifting your left leg up as you hoping towards your chair. Damn adrenaline.

You hadn’t noticed Neymar’s eyes on you studying your every move as you were more concerned with why you felt pain on your left foot every time you walk to begin with.

You took your shoe off along with your sock & analyzed your foot checking for any damage, there was minimal swelling & a bit bruising which should be gone in about half an hour but nothing else to major; Thank God.

You sighed in reliefs placing both your sock & shoe back on. Looking back up at Neymar who had a superior looking smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes internally cringing at what had happened in-front of Neymar no less,

Neymar’s face & your chest made contact for the second time, unwillingly and You basically made fool of yourself rolling your ankle right in-front of the person you disliked the most in the world

“Wipe that smirk off your face you’re in no position to gloat.” You reminded him as you rolled your ankle left & right a few times just to avoid having to look at Neymar look down at you with that stupid expression of his.

That stupid grin he did whenever he succeeded in getting back at you better than your original prank at him was sitting right on his stupid face as he answered, “I’m not gloating, I just think this is justified instant karma.” You made a face at him before throwing some of your sunflower seed shells at him.

Just then you remembered his question earlier as you looked up from your foot with a evil little grin chuckling a bit before answering him, “Do you really want to know? What’s in the drink?” You raised your eyebrow at him.

The look on your face combined with the tastes of the liquid gave Neymar a weird feeling about it in his gut as if the substance was trying to burn a whole in his stomach.

Seeing his face of uneasiness gave you the feeling of superiority back over you as you laughed placing both your hands at the back of your head stretching out both of your legs. “Oh relax you long baby, it’s Vodka. With a little bit of Tequila in the mix.”

Neymar nodded before downing the rest of the bottle shivering like a alcohol virgin once he was finished, as he put the bottle down he felt something cold, hard & flat hit his face.

“Look.” He looked down to see you had thrown one of your trashy magazines at him hitting him directly in the face, “What’s this?” He picked it up, opening it to skim through the thin bright pages.

“It’s our magazine, look at the front page stupid.” You rolled your eyes at him as you begun to pack your things preparing to leave the hospital, your job to torment him & make sure he was well & alive was done giving you no other reason to stay there.

Neymar placed the magazine on his bedside table having no interested in it the moment once he collected his cheque, instead he turned to you with a confused look on his face wondering why you were there but his girlfriend wasn’t anywhere to be seen. “Where’s Bruna? Shouldn’t she be here?”

“She had some type of family issues so she couldn’t come. She sent me instead to make sure you didn’t, y’know die.” You explained snickering once you reached the word die.

“Which I kinda wished you did to be honest. After all you tried to feel me up.”

Neymar scoffed at your statement knowing what you said couldn’t be farther from the truth. “You tripped on your own two feet like some mentally underdeveloped bird with two left feet.”

“And that was thanks to who? Thanks you Mr. ‘Please give me water, I need water.’ Over here.” You mocked him as you reapplied your lipgloss before tossing it into your bag scanning the room to make sure you hadn’t forgotten anything.

“Just shut up & get out i’m fine now, And remember tell Bruna that I’m okay.” He reminded you hoping you had it in your stone cold heart to at-least tell his girlfriend he was alive & well.

But of course you weren’t going to do anything good for him of all people without something in it for you. “I’m gonna tell her that your dead.”

“Fine.” He poked his tongue on the inside of his cheek knowing it was a mistake, “I’ll just call her myself. Just get out of here (Name). I already feel suffocated from your venom.”

“Good. Hope you die from it.” As you were leaving just a few miles away was a creepy looking photographer. One with a camera lenses that stretched so far it was actually stalker-ish was sitting on the rooftop the hospital checking the photo’s he just took on his camera.

The photo’s he was checking with such a menacing look on his face? The photos where you tripped into Neymar’s body, specifically the ones where his hand was on your back.

The angle made it seem as if you both shared an intimate moment together, which couldn’t be further from the truth.

In your minds you both knew that was an accident but photos can only say what they captured, and in this photo; you & him were entangled in a less than ideal position.

Even though you both knew what actually happened the public was going to take 1 look at the photos and from what the photo is telling them —You & Neymar were having some type of romantic affair.

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Matchday 9: Milan x Roma

I don’t even know what to expect.

LAST FOUR

ROMA (13 points; 6th): DDWLW

MILAN (10 points; 12th): DWLLL

PROBABILI FORMAZIONI (Via GdS)

ROMA (4-1-4-1): Lopez; Spinazzola, Smalling, Fazio, Kolarov; Mancini; Zaniolo, Pastore, Veretout, Perotti; Dzeko

MILAN (4-3-3): Donnarumma; Conti, Musacchio, Romagnoli, Theo; Paqueta, Biglia, Kessie; Suso, Leao, Calhanoglu

MATCH INFO

TIME: 13:00 EST, 17:00 GMT. Convert your local start time here.

LOCATION: Olimpico

ODDS (via Betclic): 27% Milan win, 28% draw, 45% Roma win

WHERE TO WATCH: ESPN+ in the States, DAZN in Canada, BeIN Sports 4 in Egypt, Match TV Game for you election-riggers in Russia, and illegal streams everywhere. Check listings here.

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Matchday 2: Milan x Brescia

Second verse, hopefully nothing like the first.

LAST WEEK: Sucked. A 1-0 loss with zero shots on target.

LINEUP: Donna; Calabria Musacchio Romagnoli Rodriguez; Borini Bennacer Paqueta; Suso Castillejo; Piatek

I don’t even know what to say there......

TIME: Noon EST

PLACE: Home

ODDS: Probably better than they should be for us to win

Bring whatever it is you need to eat, smoke, drink, whatever and join us for week of this years series MFA ( Milan fans Anonymous) meetings. 

Cookies and juice boxes will be provided.