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[mygirlthoughts]

soo i have this really cute met gala inspired fic in mind, but idk who to make it about so will you guys pleasee let me know whom you would want it to be about!!, i hope you guys are doing well!, sending all of you lot's of lovee!! 💗💗

[nymrs]

could you write a smut about one night stand or fwb with richarlison?

#1. IMPATIENT | Richarlison

Summary: friends with benefits

Genre: smut

Pairings: Richarlison x female reader

"Thank you so much for coming with me Rich", you tried to hide your downcast expression with a gratifying smile. Richarlison gnawed on his bottom lip as he deeply looked into your eyes, it was like he could see right through you. "No problem, boo. It would be depressing being the only single here", he scrunched his face up, softly poking your nose tip with his index finger.

Your best friend just got married. The whole squad was taken or even engaged, so you felt a little embarrassed attending the wedding alone. Luckily, Richarlison, who you’ve ironically met on another friends wedding, offered to go with you to make it a bit less awkward for you.

Being on that wedding, the pair of you couldn’t help but remember the first time you’ve met. The way you’ve had eye contact all evening, until he finally asked you for a dance. A dance that was such a catastrophe due to the amount of alcohol you two drank that night. Still, you had a good time foolishly moving around, getting lost in each others eyes every now and then. Though you weren’t the person for a simple hookup, you couldn’t resist his charm and ended up in his bed this night. What you thought would be your first - and last - one night stand, turned out to be a friendship of three years now. Admittedly, you’ve repeated that 'one night stand' one too many times, making him the only man you had such an intimidate relationship with since the two of you met.

Some drinks later, you couldn’t wait to get home as Richarlison kept on sliding his large hands up and down your thighs under the table. His simple touch sent goosebumps all over your body. "Would it be appropriate for us to leave now?", he whispered into your ear, making you tilt your head at the tingling sensation of his breath on your neck. "Yes", you decided and quickly stood up from your seat. Grabbing his hand, you dragged him to the just married couple, congratulating them once more. "Tomorrow's going to be such an exhausting day, I really do need some rest", you explained yourself after telling them you and Richarlison are already leaving. Your best friends eyes wandered back and forth between the two of you, knowing exactly what was going on. "I know, it’s alright. Don’t go too hard on yourself, yeah?", she tried to hide her smirk. You hugged her goodbye and rushed out of the hall, jumping into the car and getting home the fastest you could.

Unlocking his entrance door, Richarlison couldn’t stop but chuckle at your needy behaviour, while you impatiently waited for him to finally get you inside. "Fucking get in there already", you mumbled in a low tone, still loud enough for him to hear. "Into the house or into you?", he raised one eyebrow looking down at you, a cheeky smile forming in his face. You returned his gaze, then slightly pushed him forward when you heard the door clicking open. Not even giving him the time to get off his shoes and jacket, you smashed your lips onto his. As you quietly moaned against each others lips, you pulled of his jacket and tossed it on the floor while his hands found their way down your body, kneading your butt and giving it some squeezes. Wrapping one leg around his waist in order to pull him closer, you were able to feel his huge bulge. "So hard… already", you muttered, making Richarlison distancing himself from your lips. "Are you trying to tell me that you’re not that wet?", he menacingly asked. His hand lightly stroke over your sweet spot through the fabrics, before he pulled your panties aside and thrusted two of his fingers inside without a warning, causing you to moan out loudly. "Fuck you’re dripping wet. No wonder you couldn’t even wait for us to get into the bedroom", he stammered out as you threw your head back in pleasure. He enjoyed the view of you melting into his hands, hearing you moan out his name as his long fingers curled inside of you. You let out a whimper of desperation when he took his fingers out, only to see him changing positions and now pushing you against the wall. He lifted up your dress, revealing your ass and throbbing pussy to him as you bent over just a little. You felt his length teasing your entrance, slowly sliding up and down, before he pushed his shaft inside. Your moans got louder as he went deeper with every thrust. "You’re so tight Y/N, God", he managed to say through gritted teeth the moment he started pulling on your hair. The hall was filled with echoes of your moans mixed with chants of his name and the noise of his balls clapping against you. "Faster, faster", you cried out as your legs trembled in pleasure. He wrapped his free hand around your throat, making you let out just muffled noises as you gasped for air. "Fuck, you love my dick don’t you? No one fucks you the way I do huh?" His voice kept on getting deeper, meaning his high was just about to build up. "Tell me, who fucks you the best?", he demanded, you shortly flinched when he slapped your butt cheek, leaving a red mark. "You Rich, only you", you responded in between the groans. You cried out his name a few times ago, and that was when you finally felt him twitch inside of you. He quickly pulled out of you and pushed you onto your knees as he kept on stroking on his cock. You licked on his tip, bobbing your head back and forth in a slow pace as you took him fully in. Richarlisons eyes rolled back, whimpering at the sensation he felt. You continued to gag on his dick when you suddenly felt shots of his warm juice going down your throat. He held the back of your head, forcing you to take in his entire length as his legs got weak and he couldn’t help but moan out your name. When he was finished, you licked his dick clean, earning some light pats on your cheek. "You’re such a good girl for me."

[dreamonseems]

Hiiii, I love your writing, it's so cuteee.

Would you mind writing something with Erling where reader is one of the other Mancity players' sister or a rival team player's sister please??

With potential fights between this bunch of idiotic dudes 🫣

Whether you want to make it smutty or not, as you wish <3

Venha Aqui (Come Here)

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Richarlison X Sister Reader

Summary: Your Richarlison sister and you came to England to study. you fall in love with Erling, and your brother isn't too happy about it.

If this is bad, I'm sorry 🙈 I think I over thought it too much, lol

Ok, I love Richarlison, but I feel like he's in a team that doesn't appreciate what he can as a player. So I hope he leaves Tottenham and finds clubs that give him time.

Ok, so like I loved this request. I'm Brazilian, so I chose one of my favorite players, Richalison. Also, because I don't know what race people who are reading this are and Brazil is such a diverse country with so many different mixes/races of people, I thought this would be the best option but you can imagineyourselfbeing the half sister. For example, my siblings and I are mixed with black, white, and native but we all came out looking different. My brother and I both looks black, and my sister came out fully white with green eyes. She doesn't even look like she has a touch of black in her. I just wanted everyone to feel included. So anyways, there is my little history lesson, lol

Yes, it's been a few weeks since Y/N arrived in England and she's settled in quite nicely. She's loving all her classes, soaking up new knowledge and enjoying the experience of learning in a different country. And, to top it all off, she's made some new friends who have welcomed her with open arms.

But the best part? Y/N gets to live with her older brother, who she missed terribly. It's been a while since they've been able to spend time together, and now they're able to catch up on lost time. It's a relief to have him nearby, especially in a foreign country where everything is still unfamiliar.

But, as with anything in life, there are downsides. Y/N's brother can be overprotective at times, particularly when it comes to boys. It's a little frustrating, but deep down she knows that he only has her best interests at heart. After all, he's always been there for her, even when they were kids. He's always looked out for her and taken care of her, so it's no surprise that he's still doing it now.

Despite the occasional annoyances, Y/N wouldn't have it any other way. She knows that she's lucky to have a brother who cares so much about her, and she's grateful for his support. Living with him has made her feel safer, happier, and more at home.

Today was the day that Y/N had been eagerly anticipating for weeks. She was finally going to watch her beloved brother, Richarlison, play in a football match against Manchester City. The excitement coursing through her veins was palpable, as she was looking forward to witnessing firsthand the immense talent that her brother possessed.

This was the first time that Y/N would be watching her brother play in England, and she was beyond excited to see him in action. She had heard so much about the electric atmosphere of English football matches, and she couldn't wait to experience it for herself.

Not only would Y/N be able to watch Richarlison play, but she was also excited to meet his team members. The thought of spending time with her brother and his colleagues was thrilling, and she couldn't wait to get to know them all better.

Above all, Y/N was excited to spend a fun-filled night partying it up with her favorite person in the world - her brother. Richarlison had promised her that he would win this match and take her out to enjoy the city after the game. The thought of having an amazing time exploring the city with her brother made her heart race with excitement.

Y/N took her seat, her heart racing, as she eagerly waited for the game to start. As the players began to come out onto the field, she couldn't help but be transfixed by the towering figure of one particular player. It was Erling Haaland, and he stood head and shoulders above everyone else on the field, even towering over her own brother, Richarlison, who was no small man at 6'0.

Although she had heard people talking about Haaland's skills on the field, Y/N had never really paid much attention. She was a loyal fan of her brother, and in her eyes, he was the best footballer out there. But as she watched Haaland move across the field, there was no denying the incredible athleticism and power he possessed.

And it wasn't just his skills on the field that caught Y/N's attention. There was something undeniably attractive about the Norwegian footballer that she just couldn't take her eyes off of. It was as if he had a magnetism about him, drawing her in and captivating her with every move he made.

Despite her loyalty to her brother, Y/N found herself unable to look away from Haaland. She was mesmerized by his talent, his power, and his undeniable allure. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be in the presence of such a force, to feel his energy and his strength up close.

Y/N knew that she would always be a fan of Richarlison, but in that moment, she couldn't deny the power of Haaland's presence. He had captured her attention and held it tightly, leaving her breathless with admiration.

As the game developed, the tension on the field was palpable. Y/N's heart raced with anticipation as she watched the players battle it out, each team fighting fiercely for victory. And then, like a burst of lightning on a stormy night, Richarlison soared through the air and scored a beautiful header goal, giving Tottenham their second goal of the night. The stadium erupted in cheers, the crowd on its feet, as they celebrated his skill and talent.

But Tottenham's celebration was short-lived. As if from out of nowhere, Haaland came charging onto the field, a force to be reckoned with. He scored his second goal of the night for Manchester City, tying up the game and leaving Tottenham reeling from the blow.

Y/N's heart sank as she watched Manchester City's players celebrate, their joy and energy a stark contrast to the disappointment and frustration that permeated the Tottenham team. But just when it seemed like all hope was lost, Richarlison rose to the challenge once again.

With the clock ticking down, and the first half drawing to a close, Richarlison seized the moment and scored another goal, giving Tottenham the lead once again. The stadium roared with excitement, the crowd on their feet, as they cheered on their team.

As the players headed off the field for halftime, Y/N was looking forward to what was to come in the second half.

As the second half began, Y/N braced herself for the action. She knew that Manchester City was a fierce opponent and that they were not going to go down without a fight. But what she witnessed on the field was beyond anything she could have imagined.

Within minutes of the second half starting, Manchester City had scored yet another goal. Haaland, with his incredible speed and skill, had scored yet another goal, securing a hat-trick for the night. The temperature on the field was rising, the players becoming more and more aggressive with each other.

Suddenly, it all erupted into chaos. Richarlison and Haaland became entangled with one another, their tempers flaring and their fists flying. The other players quickly joined in, yelling and screaming at each other, until the referee finally managed to restore order.

Despite the chaos and the aggression, Tottenham refused to back down. With each passing minute, they fought harder and harder, their determination to win stronger than ever before. And then, finally, the moment they had been waiting for arrived.

With just a few minutes left in the game, Tottenham scored yet another goal, tying up the game once again.

But Tottenham was not content with a tie. With everything on the line, they pushed harder and harder, until finally, with just minutes left on the clock, Son scored one more goal, sealing Tottenham as the winners of today's match.

Y/N could hardly believe what she had witnessed. It had been a rollercoaster of a game, filled with drama, excitement, and raw emotion. But in the end, it was Tottenham who emerged victorious, their skill and determination shining through in every moment of the game. And as Y/N watched her brother celebrate with his teammates, she felt a rush of pride and joy, knowing that she was witnessing the birth of a legend.

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After the game, as promised, Richarlison took Y/N out to celebrate. They decided to join some of the players at a nearby club to continue the festivities. Y/N was having the time of her life, dancing and laughing with her brother and his teammates. The energy in the room was electric, with everyone still buzzing from the drama of the game.

As Y/N made her way to the bar to get another drink, she suddenly stumbled over someone's feet, her clumsy nature getting the best of her once again. Just as she was about to hit the floor, someone caught her, saving her from an embarrassing fall. As she looked up, she found herself face to face with the one and only Erling Haaland.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she gazed into his piercing blue eyes. He was even more attractive up close, with his chiseled features and athletic build. She tried to compose herself, but found it difficult to speak in his presence.

Haaland, on the other hand, was surprisingly friendly and charming. He asked her if she was okay and even joked about her being clumsy, making her feel at ease.

"Here, let me buy you a drink," Erling said with a smirk, gesturing towards the bar. Y/N was momentarily taken aback, but she accepted his offer and followed him to the bar. The bartender placed their drinks in front of them, and Erling turned to Y/N.

"I'm Erling Haaland, and you are?" he asked, extending his hand.

"I know who you are. I'm Y/N," she replied, taking a sip of her drink. They continued to chat and laugh, enjoying each other's company.

"You lost the game today," Y/N remarked casually, taking another sip of her drink. Erling choked on his drink, surprised by her straightforwardness.

"Wow, you're straight forward. Yeah, we lost today, but I still got three goals. I can still celebrate that, can't I?" he said, smiling. Y/N giggled and nodded, agreeing with him.

"You have a beautiful smile," Erling said. But just as their conversation was heating up, Y/N's brother appeared, and everything came to a screeching halt. His voice boomed through the club as he called out her name, causing Erling and Y/N to stop and stare.

"You two know each other?" Erling asked, confusion etched on his face.

"H-he's my brother," Y/N stammered, feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable. Richarlison's face was twisted in anger as he spoke again, this time in Portuguese.

"Venha aqui(come here)," he commanded, beckoning Y/N to come with him. She sighed, knowing she had to obey, and said goodbye to Erling before leaving with her overprotective brother.

As they drove home, the tension in the car grew by the minute. Y/N could sense her brother's frustration and anger radiating off of him like heat waves. "I don't want you anywhere near that guy," Richarlison growled, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Y/N was taken aback by her brother's sudden outburst. "What's your issue?" she asked, bewildered. "Is it because you guys got into a fight on the field?"

Richarlison's eyes flicked to her briefly before returning to the road ahead. "It's not just that," he said gruffly. "Haaland is trouble, Y/N. He's not good for you."

"But he seemed nice enough," Y/N protested. "And we only talked for a little while."

"That's not the point," Richarlison snapped. "I don't want you getting involved with him or any other footballers, for that matter. They're all just distractions."

Y/N sighed and leaned her head back against the headrest. She knew her brother meant well, but she couldn't help feeling frustrated by his overprotectiveness. "I can take care of myself, you know," she muttered.

Y/N couldn't believe what she was hearing. She knew her brother was overprotective, but this was too much. "You can't control my life, Richarlison. I'm an adult, and I can make my own decisions."

"Of course, I can't control your life," he said, calming down a bit. "But I can advise you as your older brother. And I'm advising you to stay away from him."

She signs."In other words, you're actually saying yes Y/N you will obey me. Because I'm your older brother and you live with me. so my rules go, I know how you work, Richarlison, " she said, annoyed, imatating his voice.

Richarlison didn't reply, his jaw clenched tightly as he navigated the dark, winding roads that led back to their flat. Y/N knew she wouldn't be able to change his mind about Haaland, but she couldn't help feeling a twinge of curiosity about the handsome footballer. Maybe she would run into him again someday, she thought wistfully.

As they arrived home, Y/N stormed off, slamming the door behind her. She knew she might be acting childish. But she didn't care. She couldn't help but still feel frustrated from the argument with her Richarlison.

As she changed into her pajamas. She couldn't believe Richarlison was being so overprotective over her, and she didn't think it was fair that he was trying to control who she talked to. As she got into bed, her phone buzzed with a notification from Instagram.

She saw that Erling Haaland had followed her. He also sent her a message asking her out on a date. Her heart skipped a beat as she read the message, feeling a mix of joy and nervousness. She quickly replied, thanking him for the offer and saying she would love to go out with him sometime.

Despite her brother's disapproval, Y/N couldn't help but feel drawn to Erling. She knew she would have to be careful not to upset Richarlison, but she couldn't ignore the fluttering in her stomach at the thought of going out with the talented footballer. She drifted off to sleep with thoughts of Erling Haaland swirling in her mind.

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Y/N's date with Erling Haaland had been incredible. He was everything she had ever wanted in a man - charming, funny, caring, and hardworking. He was a total gentleman and made her feel like she was the only woman in the world. As they went on more dates, Y/N started to realize that she was falling for him, and two months later, they were practically dating.

But there was a big problem - Y/N had been keeping her relationship with Erling a secret from Richarlison. She was scared of what he might do when he found out, and the thought of him finding out made her anxious.

Y/N knew that Richarlison had a strong disliking towards her dating Erling or any other footballers, and he had made it clear that he didn't want her to get involved with them. But she couldn't help the way she felt, and she didn't want to lose the person who had brought her so much happiness.

As she lay in bed that night cuddled up to Erling, she couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and anxiety. She knew she had to tell Richarlison eventually, but the thought of how he might react kept her up at night. Y/N didn't want to lose her brother's trust and respect, but she also didn't want to give up the person who made her feel so happy and fulfilled.

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Y/N couldn't believe what had just happened. This was definitely not how she had wanted her brother, Richarlison, to find out. She had thought she had the house all to herself, with Richarlison supposedly at a friend's birthday party until tomorrow. It was perfect timing, as Erling was free to come over. One thing had led to another, and their evening activities had ended up in her bedroom.

"Fuck, you drive me crazy," Erling grunted as he slipped his shirt off. Y/N pulled him towards her, and their lips met in a passionate embrace. Victoria tasted the sweetness of the wine he had been drinking as Erling's tongue explored her mouth. Their hands were everywhere, wandering around each other's bodies. Erling's hand found her bra strap, and as he was about to remove it, the door suddenly opened, and there stood Richarlison.

As Richarlison saw what was happening, he quickly closed the door. Y/N and Erling were startled, and the moment the door opened, Erling went straight to cover both of them. "Fuck," Y/N exclaimed, scared for what was about to happen. Outside the room, Richarlison was banging on the door, demanding them to get dressed and get out right away.

Y/N's heart was racing with fear and embarrassment as she quickly scrambled to get dressed, with Erling by her side. She opened the door. "What are you doing here?" she asked him, puzzled.

"What am I doing here? It's my home!" Richarlison yelled at her, his voice filled with anger and frustration.

Erling stepped in, straightening himself and displaying his full height. "Hey, calm down," he said to Richarlison. "You stay out of it," Richarlison responded, turning his attention back to Y/N.

"I forgot the gift for the party so I came back to get it, and I came to ask you again if you were sure you didn't want to come with me to the party. But to my surprise, you were having your own party!" Richarlison yelled at Y/N, clearly upset.

Erling pulled Y/N behind him and stepped close to Richarlison. "If we are going to have this conversation, don't yell at her," Eriling yelled back at Richarlison.

"She's my sister! We yell at each other all the time. Who are you to tell me what to do?" Richarlison responded, his voice still raised.

"I'm just saying this isn't Y/N's fault. It's yours. She would have told you we were dating, but she was too afraid of what your reaction would be," Eriling said.

"Dating! My fault! It's your fault!" Richarlison shouted, pushing Eriling.

"Yes, it's your fault," Eriling said, pushing him back.

"You want to fight? Fine!" Richarlison said, grabbing a handful of Eriling's shirt.

"Why not?" Eriling said, pushing Richarlison again.

Y/N screamed at them to stop. Both men turned to look at her and saw tears streaming down her face. "Just stop both of you! I'm sick and tired of this who-has-the-bigger-dick competition!" she shouted at them, her voice shaking with anger and frustration.

Both men reacted at the same time, stepping in to comfort her. "Y/N," Richarlison said, calling her by her name. "Baby," Eriling said, using a term of endearment.

Y/N stepped back from both men, turning to face Richarlison. "Just stop, Richarlison! I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I knew you would act like this. And I don't understand why, when I'm an adult, I can do what I want. Erling is good to me. If you love me and respect me as your sister, you will try to get to know Erling, or at least tolerate him for me," she said firmly.

She then turned to Erling and said, "Erling, I'm completely falling for you. If you truly like me, you'll do the same. You both need to put your differences aside if you love me because I am not choosing one over the other."

With that, Y/N walked away, leaving both men standing there, completely baffled by what had just happened.

Richarlison and Erling stood there in silence for a few moments, processing what had just happened. Eventually, Erling spoke up.

"I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to cause trouble between you and your sister. I really care about her."

Richarlison let out a deep sigh. "I know, and I'm sorry too. I just... I don't want my sister to get hurt, you know?"

Erling nodded. "I understand. But you have to trust her to make her own decisions and trust that she knows what's best for her. And I can definitely assure you that I'm very serious about her this is not a game for me."

Richarlison thought for a moment. "You're right. I guess I just need to get to know you better and give you a chance. I trust my sister, and if she sees something in you, then she must be right."

Erling smiled. "I'd like that."

Richarlison gets serious again and says, "But if you hurt her, we'll be having a different conversation!"

Erling shakes his head. "I understand." He says.

They shake hands, and Y/N cames back into the room. "So, are we good?" she asked, looking at both of them.

Richarlison nodded. "Yeah, we're good. I'll try to be more understanding."

Y/N smiled. "Thank you. And Erling, are you okay?"

Erling nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just want to make things right between us."

Y/N smiled at him. "I know you will. I trust you." Y/N gave them both a hug.

She felt relieved that things were starting to work out. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was willing to work at it if it meant she could be with the person she loved.

As they all settled down on the couch, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the two men in her life. They were both flawed, but they were also both willing to put their differences aside for her. And in that moment, that was all that mattered.

[xuxuzinhoo]

Quando você tá de folga - Richarlison

Richarlison! x leitora ° conteúdo adulto! ° período menstrual ° leve humor quebrado ° Richarlison namoradinho fofo ° você bem manhosa pedindo pica °

Você tá naqueles dias.

Suas mensagens, ligações e qualquer tipo de conversa com seu namorado terminam em sua súplica para ele te foder com o mero argumento de uma desculpa esfarrapada sobre como os treinos de futebol o mantém tão ocupado que na folga você só quer saber de foder com ele, pois assim, ia ser possível matar a dolorosa saudade e te ajudar a passar esse período tão difícil.

Ao contrário do que esperava Richarlison é completamente contra a ideia. Faz uma cara fechada, bate o pé no chão que nunca iria fazer aquilo. Se estava mal de tpm ele só ia te dar uma barrinha de chocolate e carinhos inocententes.

Odiou a decisão e fez birra durante a manhã todinha pedindo para ele meter só um pouquinho. Mas nada adianta, em vez de pica, ganha uma carranca e nariz torcido "Tá doida garota... fazer isso não, vou te machucar"

"vai nada" diz manhosa, agarra o peitoral da um empurrãozin' de leve. Resmunga baixinho "para de me negar pica homem"

"Tá me tirando. Para de mentir que eu sei que vai doer pra caralho "

"Amor não vai! Não doi!"

"vai sim princesa. Você nem deveria tá pensando nessas coisas agora, coloca uma bolsa de gelo pra apagar esse teu fogo. Nunca vi Cólica de tesão"

"Mas eu tô mal e você disse que ia me dar carinho! E isso é carinho"- segura as panturrilhas do jogador e faz carinha pidona - um carinho... com seu pau - sibila.

E ele te nega de novo. Mas quando te vê igual uma gatinha no cio, se esfregando no corpo dele toda vez que dá um mole, decide te dar um pouquinho de pau, porque, segundo você era para seu próprio bem.

E aí ele fala que vai meter, mas vai meter com carinho sem machucar a bucetinha. Nem se importa com a sujeira, acha que vai se controlar pra dar carinho na sua menina , mas não é capaz - segundos depois de entrar metendo forte - fica alucinado com o buraquinho mais molhado e apertado que antes e você sem perceber vai fazer Richarlison querer te foder em todo esse seu período.

[bubbleystories]

Hi!! its my first fanfic lmao i was bored and had a lil dream abt someone as you can see not all of it but most of it...sorry if they are some word that are bad. english is not my first lang sorry yall!♡♡♡

CW: smut, beachsex, Richarlison×reader, fingering, publicmasturbation,..bitch idk what to say next its just smut so...

⚠️ minor get away satan!!⚠️ 18+ okayy 🚪👈 out you go...

Lets start!! hope yall like it pls review and tell me if you like it...and like it if you want more!!!!❤️✨️

It all started on the hot beach of rio de janeiro

the sun ray shineing you laying on the hot soft sand. Your boyfriend on his green sunchair under the coconut leaf unbrella.

You were sun bathing minding your buissnes

When someone or rather your now 1 year boyfriend Richarlison de Andrade famous footballer of Tottenham Hotspur.

He was on vacation in brasil vitsiting his family and his fav person his cute niece..He was on his phone takeing picture of the beautiful beach of brasil. When he turn his head to show his anjo. he saw her laying on her stomach in her brasil bikini that hug all of her beautiful body.

the oily yet sandy skin of his anjo shineing under the hot sun of brasil. he could resist takeing a picture to put on his insta story putting the a cute caption 《Meu anjo beijou o sol》

(My Sun Kissed Angel) With a brasil flag and a little sun.

Richy:"anjo? are you sleeping meu amor?" he said trowing a little send on her to tease her.

You:" Richy! No am not..i just shake my towel! why u do this. pombo"

Richy:"Pombo? really?" He laugh knowing you never call him this.

You:" what? its cute even your fan call you this" you smile look at thim through your black shades.

He look at you up and down with a funny side eye makeing you laugh. looking at the beach for a moment enjoying the waves then turning to look right back at you

his eye traveling down at your lower body makeing him smirk a plan forming in his mind.

Richy:" You know you look hot in my home contry flag on you" licking his lip looking at you deeply. knowing his eyes had effect on you.

You:"yeah? well thanks to my boyfriend he picked it out for me he really liked the smaller piece" you laugh looking at him turning on your back giveing him a full view of your front.

the small yet tight bikini huging all of your curves.

He smirk licking his lips swallowing his spit he got up his sunchair walking out of the shade

into the sun torward you kneeling right infront of your towel

Richy:" anjo você está me deixando louco

{Angel you are makeing me crazy}He said makeing you scoot to the side of the towel so he could lay beside you

Richy:" Your skin look so good in the sun anjo" He said laying on his side look at your neck eyes traveling down to your boobs. his hand lifting to go on your bikini strap playing with the hem of it...looking at you through your shades.

You:"What are u planing? huh? its always bad when you look at me like this" you said takeing off your shade getting on your elbow looking at him in the eyes leaning closer to him.

He lean in lips only a small inches from kissing me breath hot and lemony from the cocktail he just drank. when suddenly he pulled your bikini lace that it almost went down if you didn't catch it by reflects.

You look at him stunt brow joining together a lightly shook smile lookin at him.

He laugh looking at your expresion.

You:" richarlison!? seu louco come on there are people here" you said looking at him...trying to tie the lace of your bikini.{you crazy man}

Richy: "come on let me help you Meu anjo" he smile makeing you turn your back to him

You took your spear towel hideing your exposed boob so nobody could see it.

But mr.De Andrade had other plan than tie your lace..

He look at your back then at you his hand sneaking under the towel holding your boob

Makeing your beath hitch. neck turning to look at him shook but feeling good at the same time..

Richy:"anjo..looking at you like this all day made me feel all sort of things" He said lightly piching your nipple makeing you moan lowly

Head joining his shoulder Face hideing in his neck. he smirk looking at you submitting so quick with such a simple action.

You:"r-richy there are p-people...Porra.. here {fuck.}rolling your neck to the side all your body weight on him...giveing him access to your neck him going down to bite and kiss your neck hand going to to rest on his shoulder so you dont fall.

Richy:"você cheira tão bem que eu poderia comê-lo agora"{you smell so good i could eat you up right now} he moan in your neck still turning and flicking your nipple.

makeing your lower region wet cover by the towel he makes his other hand slide down your bottom bikini going inside slowly teaseing you his finger dance down between your folds going up teaseing your bud flicing it.

You:"Shit! richy dont stop eu amo tanto isso..

{ i love it so much}You moan lowly thanking the god watching over you that its a monday and not haveing many people on this side of the private beach.

He continue torturing your sensible bud senseing the knot forming inside of your stomach.

Richy:"Are you close anjo...could you wet my fingers..eu quero provar seu amor" { i wanna taste you love}

You:" am c-close richy...am gonna cum" you moan a little loudly your face in his neck kissing and sucking his warm skin. he hiss moveing his face to kiss you hard sucking and licking the inside of eachother mouth. enterring 2 finger inside of your heat you moan the knot finnaly snaped comeing hard on his fingers.

Richy:"that it anjo você fez tão bem "

{ you did so good} he said pulling his fingers out Putting them in his mouth tasteing you

"Tão bom como sempre" He smirk finaly Tieing your bikini lace {So good as always}.

Slowly comeing down your high you turn your body to face him looking at him in his eyes

Grabing his face kissing him hard tasteing yourself on his tounge.

Richy: "I hope you injoy our vacation anjo"

You:" ohh richy i am..but we are not done yet

We still need my play time now" You say smileing at him innocently while your hand rakes up his now tight shorts.

He hardly grab your hand and push down more on his shorts while smirking up at you

Licking his lips.

Richy:" Then lets not waste time and lets get real anjo.." He got up getting the towels rolling them in a ball to finaly push them in the bags.."levante-se agora anjo Vamos nos divertir! {lets go angel lets go have fun}

You could help but laugh outloud he was in his goofy side again...

[8choass]

Your lips my lips, apocalypse - ,,

Richarlison x fiancé reader

“Richyyyy….” I mumble hugging him, I wrap my arms around his neck kissing his ear and smiling, he dosent speak back he only smiles and hums. “How long are you gonna be away?”, “not long love, I promise you I’ll be back, as soon as possible and then we will be able to cuddle up”. 彡

“Meanwhile, I’m gonna miss you so much” he groans lifting me up “baby put me down!!!” He tickles making me laugh before finally placing me down, “I have a gift for you”, you hum “what is it?” You bite your lip, crinkling noise of a gift bag fills your ears and makes your eyes gleam. 彡

You stare in aw at the custom Tottenham jersey With the bold letters “richarlisons future wife”, you began to laugh when he handed you the jersey “baby this is amazing!” You kiss his cheek jumping up and down “it’s really random but thank you”彡.

Minutes later

It’s richarlisons departure, your at the airport and decided to shoot one more memory before his 2 week trip to Morocco, “your lips my lips” you lift your phone up to show your New Jersey, behind you hugging your waist is richy, you have tinted red lipstick and kiss his cheek just to turn back and sing along “apocalypse”.

“I love you, I’m gonna miss you” “I love you too, but. I’ll miss you more” you squeeze his cheek “no seas pelotudo” you laugh “what are you laughing at?” You continue non stop pointing at his face, you open your camera to show richarlison, you capture a photo of his face smudged in red lipstick with a pouting face.

( Richarlison )

[antiques62]

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[cadillac-ibra]

Richarlison : Gostaria de lhe oferecer apoio moral, mas tenho uma moral questionável.

[jorgiebeingasimp]

hey! how are you doing? hope you're okay. i followed your writing blog a few months ago because you were taking requests for f1 x male readers and i thought it was great. then after the bad news i felt really bad for you and hoped you were okay. now it's been a few months and i hadn't noticed your personal blog was there so i clicked and apparently you're kinda active, so it's a relief to know you're still here. i'm not writing to expect you to write, if you were wondering (couldn't care less about that right now). but i just wanted to let you know that i hope you're doing all right and life's treating you well, and if it's not, then it should. anyways have a nice day <3

hi kinda assumed my blog had died so i stopped considering posting on it. im in a much better place than i was when i put that update up and i know those people i lost would be proud of me. im willing to start writing again as i have a lot of free time as i stopped leaving my house as much after the funerals. my reqs are open as are my dms if anyone needs to talk

love jorg <3

[pulisicz]

temporary post

so i originally had a bunch of stuff to post, but i’m really not proud of it and think i could do so much better

so i have a question to ask

i want to write things with more depth, but i know that people still really like the cute lil one shots

so which would y’all rather me write?

[nymrs]

hii🩷can you write a fluff imagine about dad!richarlison?

tysm and i love youu

-Pink anon🩷

#2. SAFE AND SOUND | Richarlison

Summary: Richarlison comforting (better said trying to comfort) your daughter after she had a nightmare.

Genre: fluff

You were woken up by soft whispers, recognising the voices of your husband and daughter, Lucia. Raindrops rolled down the window plane, thunder echoed through the room. Enough reason for Lucia to disturb her parents sleep. She was scared of thunderstorms, especially at night. Thunderstorms caused her to have bad dreams. You assumed it was just another nightmare, one of those she would usually have on such nights, and decided to finally let Richarlison take care of her once since it normally came down to be your job. Keeping your eyes closed and pretending to still be asleep, you listened to how your husband tried to comfort your daughter.

"So what was your dream about?", Richarlison murmured in order to not wake you up. Lucia hesitated a short moment, not wanting to remember what got her so upset, "There was this… weird, ugly man running after me. I tried to get away from him but he was too fast. Even faster than you on the field papai!" Richarlison expressed his 'shock' by a deep gasp, "Faster than daddy? Impossible!"

"Really papai! He was so fast", Lucia insisted. He shook his head in disbelief. "If you say so Lu. Did that ugly man do anything or was he only chasing you?" "He ran after me. I was so scared but he got closer and I couldn’t move. Then he… he said… mamãe and papai will die." Her sweet voice at the end broke as she was about to tear up again. God, pretending to be asleep has never been that hard for you. It was the first time she dreamt such a thing and all you wanted to do was hug her tight and tell her everything would be alright - unlike your husband. He sighed out before he responded. "Well, Lu… you should know. Everyone is gonna die someday. That’s the cycle of life." You shot your eyes open and widened them in negative surprise to his answer, quietly slapping his head which went unnoticed by your daughter. He gave you a confused look. "We too?", Lucia asked in a tone that showed you terrified she was. Silently, you mouthed a thousands of no's, earning more irritated gazes from your husband. "No Lucia, we won’t die", he quickly replied. "But why? You said everyone." Richarlison got overwhelmed by his daughters question, not knowing how to keep the conversation going as child-friendly as possible, and started to stutter. "Because… uhm, uh… Lucia, you know papai is a superhero. Superheroes don’t die." She let out a deep breath of relief. "And what about mommy and me?" You saw Richarlison getting nervous as he tried to think of another response. "Mommy is a superheroes wife and you’re my daughter", he said, softly patting her head and fiddling his fingers into her hair, "Don’t worry meu anjo. You'll have a loooong, long wonderful life. Mommy and daddy will always be there for you. Always." He pecked her forehead as his large hand softly went up and down her tiny back. With a calm grin on her face, her breath got steady and you could tell she was falling into sleep. "Cycle of life, huh?", you mocked your husband.

"I just don’t feel good lying to our daughter Y/N", Richarlison explained himself. "But she just turned four Richy, four! She doesn’t need to know about the cycle of life yet", you giggled out, "Next time she’s crawling into our bed because she had a bad dream, wake me up and let me take care of her, superhero."

[nightscat]

Look who's back from the dead 😭😭

I had a really bad writer block and I now have some motivation so please send some requests 😭🙇🏽‍♀️

[agerzionn]

own advertising for my first ever wattpad book :)

(i’m sorry if its bad written 😭 as i already said, this is my first wattpad book )

[kevjrr]

I just wanna see Neymar being carried bridal style. It could be anyone carrying him: Kylian, Leo, Parades, Veratti, one of his Brazil teammates like Vini or Richarlison or Rodrygo, heck it could be Cristiano Ronaldo too, but just someone carry him bridal style.

Me too, anon. He deserves to be carried that way!

I read a fanfic yesterday where he got carried bridal style and I can’t stop thinking about it

Except for Ronaldo, I’m down for anyone you mentioned to do it!! Especially Kylian or Leo though…I’ll actually die if it happens (I’m delusional I know) but at least I’d die happy

[luvneymar]

princess treatment pt.3? with mbappé, richarlison, and erling haaland? :)

# PRINCESS TREATMENT 3! — footballers! (final!)

— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballers boyfriends! (part 1) (part 2)

CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, light jealousy, sensual themes, just cute stuff overall!

PARINGS: earling haaland x fem!reader, richarlison x fem!reader, oliver giroud x fem!reader

NOTE: someone asked for giroud content so I combined it with this lol! any examples of this do not represent of the body type, race or ethnicity of the reader! tysm for reading! 💕

RICHARLISON DE ANDRADE — dollar bills!

Recently you saw a trend on TikTok where girls would hold their hands out to their boyfriends, friends, brothers or literally anybody to see what they would do.

Richarlison was currently playing video games with his friends on FaceTime but fortunately you placed your camera in the room before he went in & you’ve been recording ever since.

You were holding your phone camera in your hand as discreetly as possible to not alert your boyfriend about the challenge your trying on him. “Baby? are you in here?” You peaked into his gaming room spotting him on his chair as he shouted at Neymar for something in among us.

Hearing your voice his head whipped around and he opened his arms signalling you to come over, you shuffled over giving him a hug as his head was pressed onto your stomach & hands were wrapped around your ass.

Once you both pulled away your challenge had begun as you stuck out your palm standing there with a bright smile, at first he hadn’t noticed anything as he turned back to the computer screen.

Until you were standing there for a good 30 seconds & he spun his head around to look at you quickly before looking back at the screen, he took his hand off the mouse taking your hand flipping it over to the backside of your hand & giving it a kiss.

He turned back to the screen until he realized you were still standing there; cheeky smile on your face palm still stuck out in-front of you, he chuckled as he dug through his pants pulling out his wallet.

“Richarlison? Are you still there?” Neymar called at alerting him that the new round had started.

“Yeah I’m here hold on.” He replied back as he fished through his wallet grabbing a huge stack of cashing & placing it in your hand along with his black card. “Happy?” He asked looking up at your face which was filled with surprise.

You hadn’t expected him to give you this much money let alone any at all as you assumed he’d just take your hand & place it on his private parts. You scoffed happily curling your fingers over the stack. “Definitely, but what will I even do with this much money?”

“Whatever you’d like baby, it’s all yours.” He answered turning his head back to the screen & unmuting himself on face-time. You gave him a quick kiss pulling his face towards you before walking away checking your phone to see if the footage was recorded.

You edited the video a little before posting it captioning it with: “HE’S SO SWEET 😭😭” Seconds later likes, comments & replies came flooding in about how Richarlison was the perfect boyfriend.

OLIVER GIROUD — first class!

“You’re so excited baby have you never flown out of the country?” Oliver chuckled watching you practically fly out of the valet car that was escorting you to the airport tarmac.

Ever since you complained about how you haven’t gone on a vacation in a while that very day Oliver booked your dream vacation paying for unnecessary expenses like tour guides & other things; as-long as it made you happy he thought.

“I have! I’ve never been to the Mal Dives though.” You answered pulling his arm to get him out of the car, you both didn’t need to worry about your luggage since Oliver paid for it to be flown before-hand.

“I’m coming babe hold on, you’re gonna rip my arm off.” Oliver laughed as he stepped out of the car turning his head to look at what you were staring at all starry eyed.

“Look, it’s a private jet. Just for the two of us.” You rambled on about the jet standing in-front of you both, you were used to Oliver spending a fortune on you whether it was cars, jewellery or even 1000 roses but a whole jet was much different.

“I know, do you like it?” He asked as he placed his hands in his pockets leaning back and forth between his heels and his toes. “Are you kidding? Who wouldn’t like this.” You laughed in disbelief.

“I’m glad you like it, c’mon baby let’s board the plane before they leave without us.” Oliver took your hand into his as he directed you towards the plane, you greeted the flight attendant who was waiting for you at the entrance as she guiding you both to your seats.

Once you both were settled in your chairs chatting happily about your upcoming adventures a flight attendant had came around with a cart filled with expensive looking drinks & desserts. “Champagne or Club Soda?” She asked with a smile.

“Champagne please, babe what about you?” You turned to look at your boyfriend who was staring at the window as he unconsciously caressed your knuckles with his thumb, you squeezed your hand bringing his attention back to you.

“Hmm? Oh, I’ll have whatever your having.” He leaned into kiss you on your cheek before turning to stare out the window again continuing to stroke your knuckles, you smiled turning back to the attendant,“2 Champagnes please.”

As the flight attended walked away Oliver noticed that you had a particularly slummed look on your face, you were just jumping around in joy so seeing you down worried him.“Are you okay?”

“Yep! Just thinking of what we’re gonna do when we get there.” You sent your signature “i’m fine” smile his way continuing you tap your feet against the empty seat right in-front of you as you looked back down to face your feet.

“You look worried though.” He let go of your hand using his freed hand to pull your face towards his forcing you to face him, seeing his eyes filled with concern made you sigh before continuing, “Yeah it’s just, how much was this trip?”

His face soften hearing what you we’re concerned about, you both had fight’s about money in the past & about how Oliver spent way to much money on pointless things,“Oh, don’t worry about that baby.”

“I have too, you can’t go broke because you wanna please me. I’ll be fine with whatever you provide.” You admitted in a quiet voice turning your head to face the window across from your aisle. “With my profession I’ll go broke the day you go bald.”

“What if I go Bald tomorrow?” You wanted to laugh at his joke but it was quite hard knowing you really could go bald tomorrow & Oliver could become broke, after all nobody knows what could happen.

“You wouldn’t, what I’m trying to say is. I spend this money to make you smile, whether it’s a large purchase or small it’s for you. In this case; a private jet just for my princess.”

Hearing your boyfriend be so adamant about you spending his money & not thinking of you as a sugar baby or a gold digger relieved you greatly. Yes, you both were dating but you weren’t a mind reader, for all you know he could be planning to kill you.

“Alright then, on that note; I could get used to this. Fast.” You pushed your insecure thoughts to the side as you settled into your seat properly reclining the seat, feeling in all the luxuries to the max. He chuckled at your childishness as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you in.

“Get used to it baby, you’re stuck with me, my jet & my money forever.”

ERLING HAALAND — giant teddybear!

“I told you not to eat so many sweets before went on the ride, no wonder you almost threw up.” Your boyfriend reminded you as he leaned over helping you walk throughout the winter carnival without collapsing.

Seeing that his good friend Jude had gone recently to the Winter Wonderland you decided it be good for the both of you to go as well, until it wasn’t. It was either Erling was too tall for some of the rides or you chickened out just looking at it.

But seeing as you were low-key being a party pooper for your boyfriend who you basically forced to come to the attraction you decided to go onto the wildest ride there was available; bad, bad idea.

Erling had bought you almost every single foot item you looked at for to long filling your stomach much faster than you’d like, by the 4th taco you ate you were ready to unbutton your pants & burst.

“It was fun wasn’t it though?” You groaned out patting the shoulder of your boyfriend signalling him to slow down as you felt as if you were going to barf, he slowed down waiting for you to gain your composure.

Seeing as you took a little longer than usual he bent down pulling your body on his back giving you a piggyback ride, you on the other hand smirked into his back tucking your legs around his waist. “All apart of my plan.” You muttered into his neck taking in his scent.

“Did you say something?” Erling asked as he begun to walk passing by multiple food-stalls that just the smell of the food made you sick, you wrapped your arms around his neck & placed your head in the crook of his collarbone.

“Nope! Nothing! Don’t worry about it baby.” You whispered into his ear closing your eyes in the process, as Erling walked past multiple stalls you closed your eyes feeling peaceful almost falling asleep till you jolted up after feeling as if you were falling.

As you opened your eyes you looked around seeing that the entrance was just a few miles away, something also caught your eye; a stand with gigantic teddy bears. “Baby?”

“Hmm?” he hummed, waiting for you to say what you needed.

“Can you win that for me before we leave?” You asked him patting his shoulder to get him to slow down so he didn’t walk right by the stand.“Win what?”

“The giant teddy bear.” You slid down his back and turned towards the stall pointing to the humongous teddy bears.

“You’re such a child, fine.” Erling walked towards the stand grabbing a few of the tennis balls on the desk as he backed away throwing them at the targets scoring on each one of them.

The man at the stall handed him a giant pink bear almost the size of you leaving Erling to walk back to you giant big bear in hand stupid grin on his face, you took the bear out of his hand giving it a big squeeze. “Thanks baby.”

“What should I name him?” You asked as you both continued to walked towards the exits hand in hand, hearing that Erling turned to you looking at you weirdly, “You name your teddy bears?”

“Of course! Since you won him for me I’ll name him, Erlie.” You smiled at him squeezing his hand, Erling chuckled at your ridiculous as he bent down to give you a kiss on your forehead.

“You’re too cute, but Erlie is a horrible nickname love. Makes him sound like an old man.”