A STUDY BREAK NEYMAR JR

A STUDY BREAK • NEYMAR JR

pairing: neymar jr x reader (18+)

summary: in the middle of studying for your physics exam, neymar decided that you needed a little break, and he’s more than happy to help you de-stress.

tags: explicit sexual content (minors dni), fingering, spit, finger sucking, choking, praise kink, possessive!neymar, dom!neymar, inexperienced!reader, no mentions of y/n, established relationships

word count: 2.8k

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“Meu amor.” You hummed at your boyfriend’s nickname for you, keeping your gaze glued to the physics textbook before you as you flipped through another page. Finals week - every college student’s worst nightmare - was right around the corner, and you originally planned to have a cram study session at home, but Neymar managed to convince you to come over and study at his place - which you only agreed to after making him promise not to bother you while you were studying. 

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𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐋 ★ 𝑵𝑬𝒀𝑴𝑨𝑹 𝑱𝑹

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You and Ney sit on a hammock together watching the sunset over Rio De Janeiro, accidentally falling asleep.

𝐀/𝐍: i’ve been using those prompt websites and they give me so many ideas ahh also i literally used google translate for some of the Portuguese because i do not speak it haha. Some of the descriptions with the sunset are from reddit! credits to them!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluff <33

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: neymar jr x fem!reader

You were in the kitchen, cooking dinner while you waited for Ney to get home. It was around 5pm, the summer was finally here. The days got longer and the sunsets were prettier. You heard the garage door open and close, signaling he was finally home. You heard him walk into the kitchen, he walked behind you, hugging you around the waist. “Olá, meu amor.”

He placed little kisses on your neck and jaw. You squirmed at the feeling, it tickled you. “Olá bebê.” You turned around and kissed him on the lips, “How was training?” you pulled away and looked at him. “Same old, Same old.” He remarked, and kissed you again. You laughed against his kiss, you two eventully ate. Sitting down at the island and laughing about your day with each other was a regular routine.

Neymar took your dishes, putting them into the dishwater while you put away the left over ingredients. You looked out the window, the sky was turning into dusk very slowly. You looked out into your backyard, where a hammock hung with 2 trees. With a perfect view of the Atlantic Ocean. “Hey, wanna come sit on the hammock with me?” you turned around to Neymar.

“Of course bebê.” He smiled, you both walked outside, sitting down on the warm hammock. You were watching the sunset. While the sky turned from blue to orange. With a perfect mix of pinks and blues, some yellow from the bright sun. The ripples from the ocean showed a cool reflection for you both to look at. The crisp sun rippled on the water, illuminating a shivering path across the water.

Watching sunsets were your favorite part of the day, somedays it was a sky of fire, others were a symphony of blues. It was truly ethereal, a sunset was a big part of you. Just thinking about how ancient they were, billions of generations have seen sunsets. When the crimson reds turned into twilight blues, and the motionless stars that peaked out ever so slightly.

You peered off info the distance, “This is beautiful.” you murmured. The sun rays mirroring into your eyes, but it didn’t bother you. If anything you felt refreshed, perhaps recharged. “It is.” Neymar gently said. You looked over at him, only to realize he was looking at you. “C’mere.” He opened his arms, you crawled over to him in the hammock, laying on his chest and hugging him.

You were wrapped up in his arms, watching the oceans meek waves crash over each other. The dusky sky was showing specks of stars, even in the distant sun. “I cannot wait to marry you.” He whispered from above you, you craned your neck up, connecting a light kiss between you two and smiling. There was no longer any vermillion in the sky, it was whisked away by nightfall. You both fell asleep, comfortable in the summer air, laying with each other from dusk till dawn.

raindrops fallin' down all over my love 

A/N: this is an older fic, originally posted back in July 2022. it was just a silly little birthday present for my soulmate @fightingdragonswithwho ♡

Summary: not everyone would find a surprise downpour to be a mood booster, but you do. 

Warnings: Spencer Reid x reader, fluff, bau!reader, rain, established relationship, kissing, wet clothes, wet shoes, allusion to sex

Word count: 1192

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“Y/n, come on, that’s enough for today,” Spencer walked up next to you and gently tugged the beige file from your grasp.

“Oh, come on! I was almost done reading that!” you whined, “can’t I take it with me back to the hotel?”

“Fine, but only if you promise not to touch it till the morning,” he stuffed it into his worn satchel, “I better not find you reading it in the middle of the night.”

Humming disappointedly, you squinted your eyes, “Hotch, Spencer’s being a party pooper. Can’t I just room with Morgan instead? I don’t think he cares as much about my work-life balance.”

Glancing over his shoulder, he ignored your plea and just spoke instead to the tall man walking beside you, “Reid, make sure she gets some rest, will you?”

“Yes sir,” Spencer replied and watched the stoic man open up the front door of the police station. The sound that caught your ears on the other side of those heavy doors made you instantly forget the counterargument your brain had already come up with. 

“Of course, it’s raining,” Hotch sighed.

“At least the hotel is only just around the corner,” Spencer tried as he watched his boss ultimately decide to just book it, leaving the two of you standing alone by the exit. 

Looking down at you, prepared to hold the papers in question under lock and key, he instead just saw nothing but pure bliss engulf your features. 

“It’s raining,” you beamed, hitting him in the arm excitedly, before darting out into the storm. Standing in the middle of the dead street, you cast out your arms and tilted your head back, letting it all soak in. Welcoming with open arms the wet dots that littered your clothing and quickly altered your whole outfit into a much darker shade. Twirling around you shouted, repeating the same observation to your boyfriend who was comfortably standing there, admiring you from the doorway, “it’s raining!”

“It is,” he smiled, watching you get right up next to a large puddle, taking a moment to behold the many mesmerising rings that kept appearing in it, before looking up again at Spencer, now with a bit of a frown on your face.

“I don’t remember, is there a spare pair of shoes in my go bag?”

“Yes, the black ones.”

Merely walking out here in this weather for a second would drench you to the bone, so you might as well take advantage of it and fill your inner child with joy. 

Squealing, you jumped into the puddle, splashing water everywhere. 

“Come on Spencer!” you kicked your foot through the small pool. 

“I’m good right here.”

“What, are you gonna sleep at the station?” you joked, walking back up onto the sidewalk.

Glaring up at the dark sky, “maybe, yeah.”

“You’re just gonna let me walk back to the hotel all by my lonesome?”

Leaning against the doorframe, he snorted, “you’re an FBI agent.”

“So are you, but apparently there's a serial killer out on the loose and as we learned just a few hours ago, I fit his type a just little too well, so…” you let your head fall back, stuck out your tongue and welcomed in the feeling of the cool water droplets against it. 

Letting a huff out through his grin, he slowly walked out to grasp your hand.

“I don’t ever think I’ll completely comprehend your fascination with this weather,” he leaned down to give your lips a sweet kiss.

“It’s just so…” you mumbled against his lips, not even knowing the words to describe it, as he stole another quick one, “I don’t know why, but every time it rains, I’m 6 years old again and I feel so safe and innocent.”

Walking down the hotel hallway, your steps probably looked a bit goofy. Jumping in the deep puddle might have been fun, but the soaked shoes weren’t the nicest side effect to deal with, “I think I might get blisters if I don’t take these off now.”

Letting go of your hand, he turned his back to you and lowered himself a bit, “hop on.”

Not giving him a moment to change his mind, you jumped up on his back, clinging onto his sopping woollen jacket.

Grinning, you buried your face in the crook of his neck, feeling a flutter in your stomach as he walked the last few feet to reach your hotel room. You knew he had you, this wasn't the first piggyback ride he’d given you. The first time he offered to lift your body in any form of the word, you refused and only agreed after he’s finished giving you a lecture on proper lifting technics, physics and how if something is closer to your body, it isn’t as heavy to lift. 

Stopping, he removed one of the palms that were tightly clasped under your bottom, in order to fish out the key card from his pocket and unlock the door. Swinging it open, crossing the threshold, he then gently sat you down again.

“Thanks for the ride,” you pushed some of the clinging hair off his forehead and out of his eyes, lightly tracing the prominent vein at his temple with your fingertip. 

“Anytime,” he closed the door behind you and moved a little closer, causing you to back up against it. With the feeling of his hands snaking around your waist, you couldn’t help but get carried away by the intimate bubble that he always had a way of creating around you with but a glance, “Y/n, I will carry you. If you need it or want it, I’ve got you.”

His fingers fiddled with the wet fabric of your coat, “but right now, I think we need to get you out of these clothes,” and with a gentle tug, you let it fall.

“Doctor Reid,” you glided your hands up around his neck, “are you trying to get me naked?”

“I’m trying to make sure you don’t get sick,” he slowly, painstakingly worked at the buttons of your shirt. Leaning in, close enough for your lips to touch, he never let them, hard as you tried, “you getting naked is just a nice bonus.”

Kicking your shoes off, you chuckled, “a nice bonus, huh?”

Opening up the last few buttons, he slipped his fingers under it, gliding over your bare sides, effectively sending a shiver down your spine.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, then finally kissed you hungerly. Rooting your fingers in a tight fist at the nape of his neck, you whimpered.

Sliding his palms down your body, gliding them over your ass, he then effortlessly scooped you up, instinctually wrapping your legs around his torso. Parting from your lips, he then moved down to your neck, focusing on that sweet spot where he could feel exactly the power he had over your pulse. 

“And what about me?” you fought to open your eyes, “do I get a nice bonus?”

“What,” he exhaled against your damp skin, “do you not want me to get sick either?” 

“No, I just want you to take your clothes off,” you smirked.

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Ethereal; Neteyam x Metkayina! Reader

A/n: Hi! The first post in a little while which isn't a request, I hope you all enjoy! Also please go listen to Carson Aday on Spotify! I listened to his songs over and over while writing this!

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Pairing: Neteyam x g/n! Metkayina! Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: This girl, she had to be an angel sent from heaven just for me. (Except reader is G/N)

Word count: 1.1k / 1,100

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When Neteyam arrived at the Metkayina Clan village with his family, he felt one emotion. Anger, maybe he was angry that he had to leave the only home he'd known for fifteen years, or maybe he was angry because he was forced to come somewhere new, maybe both.

He stood as his father talked with Tonowari and Ronal, his eyes showing clear boredom, clear traces of tiredness. Reasonably. He smirked as his brother stared at one of Tonowaris daughter like she was an angel, her brother practically drooling over her.

"My children," Tonowaris voice boomed, snapping Neteyam out of his snickering trance, "My youngest Tsireya, and the twins; Aonung, and Y/n-" He suddenly stopped, cutting himself off. "Has anyone seen Y/n?" Tonowari asked, looking around. The Omatikaya looked around confused as to who he was talking about.

The shuffles and grunts of surrounding people caught the attention of the Omatikayans and the Tonowari family as they all turned to look at the cause of the noise, "Sorry-" a voice said as it lured closer as more people moved out of the way, you emerged. Neteyams eyes widened.

"Where were you?" Tonowari asked as you moved to stand next to your mother.

"I was helping a few kids, one of them got stuck in a hole in the Marui." You said looking up at your father, he held in a laugh. Your mother glared at him, and he straightened his back in response.

"My apologizes- as I was saying," You silenced out the rest of his words, analyzing the outsiders in front of you. Your eyes scanned each one of them before you stopped on a boy, he looked around your age, taller though. He had already been looking at you and once he realized you were looking back at his, his cheeks darkened and he looked away. You did the same.

The small interaction did not go unnoticed by your mother as the grip she had on your shoulder tightened as she looked between the two of you. A frown on her face.

"Y/n!" Tsireya shook your shoulder, trying to gain your missing attention. You snapped your head towards her,

"Huh? What's going on?" You asked confused as you realized everyone was looking at you.

"We are going to give the Omatikayans a tour of the village." She said, as she grabbed your hand and walked towards the Omatikaya group, "Come on!" She said as she pulled you with a smile.

Once again as your younger sister dragged you, you made eye contact with the boy again, this time, you smiled. His cheeks deepened again, this time as well, he smiled back. His smile was beautiful. His brother snickered next to him and in response, he whipped his head towards his brother and elbowed him in the rib. You giggled and faced back in front of you.

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Once the tour you and your sister gave to the Omatikayans was over, you and Tsireya quickly walked back to the big area in the Marui shared. Your mother sat waiting, Tsireya stared at her confused, but you had a feeling you knew what she was about to start talking about.

"Do not get involved with those Omatikayan boys. I saw the way the both of you shared their looks." Your mothers voice boomed as she looked down at the both of you.

You sat in silence, knowing well what happens when your mother gets angry, especially when she's pregnant. Your younger sister on the other hand was in the mood to get punished it seemed.

"Mother-" Your mom shot Tsireya a glare, she continued anyway, "I just want them to know that they are welcomed here."

"And you can do so," Relief crossed your sister's face, however, it was short-lived, "by treating them with respect, not as though you want to mate with their sons."

You snorted, and your mothers' attention quickly transferred to you. "I am speaking to you as well Y/n, If I see you share a look with that Omatikayan boy again, you will be in trouble."

You sighed, "Yes ma'am."

Your mother faced Tsireya, "Yes ma'am." she repeated.

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Over the next few days, you spent just as much time with Neteyam as Tsireya did with Lo'ak. You learned their names and were hellbent on remembering them (you're bad at remembering names). You and Neteyam had maybe, possibly, totally had been sneaking out after curfew to meet up. The both of you learned to hide the feeling which were clearly there, even as they ate the both of you alive. Tonight was not any exception.

The both of you met up at the docking area, and the both of you sat in the sand. Neteyam facing out toward the water and you facing the village. You were playing a form of twenty questions.

He asked first, "Favorite color?"

You giggled, "Basic but ok, green, you?"

"Teal, like the color of your eyes teal."

Your cheeks flushed, you prayed that the darkness helped cover it. You awkwardly laughed, "Ok- Uhm- Have you always grown up in the rainforest, or where you born elsewhere?"

Neteyams' breath hitched, "I was born and raised in the rainforest."

You softly smiled, "That's nice, maybe we can go back one day."

"Yeah." Neteyam said softly, he coughed to break the sudden silence, "My turn, hmm- are you a virgin?" Neteyam giggled.

You scoffed and slapped his head, "You're so gross!!" You whisper shouted through the soft sound of your own giggles.

"Your turn." Neteyam remined you,

"My turn," you hummed, "Do you like anyone?" You asked, even though you could hardly see him, you knew you were looking him in the eyes.

"Yes." He whispered. Your heartbeat sped up suddenly, you were sure he could hear it. "Do you?" He continued,

"Yes." You whispered back.

It felt like forever, although it was probably a minute, the both of you stared into each other's eyes, just as you did the day he arrived.

"Who?" Neteyam mumbled softly, he moved slightly closer to you.

"You." You whispered, and you moved in closer as well. Your faces an inch away. Neteyam didn't move, and you didn't move either. You were both waiting to see who would make the move.

He did. Neteyam shuffled closer to you again and his lips crashed against yours, and with a sudden jolt of movement, the both of you were cupping each other's cheeks.

"I like you too." Neteyam whispered as he kissed you again. You broke the kiss with a chuckle,

"Really?" You asked sarcastically.

there was an idea, stark knows this, called the avengers initiative. the idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people to see if they could become something more. to see if they could work together when we needed them to, to fight the battles that we never could.