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Hey, what’s up? Kai here, I’m a fairly new writer. English is my 3rd language, so please be kind with my grammar. You’ll mostly find me writing for:
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Neymar Jr x Male Reader
Im so sorry to the anonymous who requested this that you wont get the notification for your request because when i was writing this with the actual request I accidentally posted it instead of saving it as a draft. But thanks for the request… if you ever see this.
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Making out
No one’s pov:
Y/n was mad, y/n was really mad. Mad at the fact that his boyfriend broke up with him because there were rumours that y/n hooked up with his team mate Neymar. Mad at the fact that he was benched even though he was one of the better players on the Brazilian team.
Neymar was mad, Neymar was really mad. Mad at the fact that he couldn’t be his free self, because of his homophobic family. Mad at the fact that he was benched even though he was one of the better players on the Brazilian team.
The past!!
Y/n and Neymar met when they were 5 at the playground, they were inseparable from that moment on.
When Neymar was about 16 he had developed his crush for y/n, after they went swimming. He couldn’t help him self but to look at y/n’s fine body, and fantasising about doing all sorts of stuff with him.
Y/n developed his crush for Neymar when he was 15. He was in maths, and of course it was boring (like can god make maths interesting for once????) so he decided to play tic tac toe with him, and Neymar was loosing. Y/n accidentally touched Neymar’s hand. Instant crush.
The present!!
Y/n pov:
I kept on looking at Neymar, and he kept look at me, like i was a snack. It made you blush to say the least.
“So how are you holding up?” Neymar asked me, talking about my break up.
“I honestly don’t know.” I answered, looking down. I really didn’t know, i hated this feeling.
“Are you mad at me?” Ney asked me, with worry in his face.
“No, why would i? We’ve been friends out whole lives. That he broke up with me, questioning my loyalty with my best friend. That’s his problem, not yours. Please don’t think it’ll your fault, I think it’s for the better we’re no longer together.” I tell him, not wanting him to feel guilty. Why would he even think that?
All of the sudden he stood up and signed for me to follow him. So i did.
Neymar’s Pov:
After we reached the changing room, I locked the door. I really need to pee, so i took a piss.
“So why are we here?” Y/n asked me, avoid the fact that you could see my but because my sport shorts and underwear “accidentally” fell down. After i’d taken a piss i “accidentally” turn around so he’d get a good look at my huge member. He looked, but I decided to be nice and cover it again with my underwear and sport shorts again.
“Well I wanted to do this.” I walked over to him, grabbed his cheek and started to kiss. We immediately started making out. God what was this hot.
“For how long have you wanted to kiss me?” He asked me.
“Ever since we went swimming when we were 15. You looked so good.” I said while smirking. I immediately started to kiss him again.
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Hii can I request a Neymar jr x male reader fluff please thank you
Neymar jr x male reader
Author’s note: Hey love’s! Y’all better like dis one! Thank you so much for this request ❤️ your 28 in this fic. The reader is a very famous singer/actor/dancer. He has around 269Mil followers on insta. Sorry if the fluff you wanted isn’t fluffing :(
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Request: yes 🙌
Warnings: hella cuteness. Bad writing;goofy ahh fic. I don’t speak Brazilian Portuguese only translators were used!
Summary: Neymar and reader making their relationship instagram official.
Length: it’s kinda kinda short.
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Minha vida
Y/n’s pov:
“What picture should i use?” I ask Neymar worried. Today he wanted to make our relationship instagram official. Since we’ve been together for a whole year now. “And are you sure you want to do this?” I asked him.
“Yes, I’m sure. Use the one you took of me with our Christmas tree, and that one of me eating in that really delicious restaurant.” he says, smiling at me. God what was he cute, i still don’t believe I’m marrying this man. I was already laying on the couch as he decided to join me, by laying next to me. He gave me a kiss and said: “it’s going to be fine.”
“Aaaand done.” I said looking at him. He looked at me.
“What picture should I use of you?” He asked.
“The one of you holding my hand and the one of me playing guitar.” I answered him, giving him a kiss. Than we fell asleep on the couch hugging each other.
!!!5 days later!!!
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Neymar pov:
After i got home for training i get overwhelmed with the smell of fresh baked cookies, the best smell a rough day.
“Minha vida, your home!” I hear y/n scream from the kitchen. As i walk trough the door I immediately get hugged by Davi, I of course hug back
“Hey baby.” I say as i kiss y/n.
“How was training?” He asks me. “Any weird comments?” Referring to our instagram posts.
“No, only complements about us breaking the world record for most liked insta posts.” I giggle as i look over at Davi. He was helping with the cookies.
“Dad, you have to taste one!” He says excitedly,giving me a cookie.
I take a bite. “Wow, this is pretty good. Did make this buddy?” I ask my son with a smile on my face
“Yes! With help from da- y/n!” He awkwardly says. Y/n eyes widen like he just saw something terrifying. “I’m so sorry y/n.” He immediately apologises.
“It’s okay Davi, no need to apologise.” Y/n said while giving Davi a hug. I melted at the sight of y/n hugging my son, knowing god gave me the perfect man. Y/n was a literally a kid god, every kid he met was comfortable with him. “How about you go upstairs and continue doing your homework? Giving me and daddy some alone time.” Y/n asked-said to Davi, who immediately went upstairs. I immediately start to kiss him like it’s my last meal.
“Mgh~ fuck I missed your lips” y/n half moans. I reach under his shirt to make sure every inch of his body is still mine. He does the same.
“I’m so happy~” I answered when i suddenly gasp for air. Y/n started to attack my neck with kisses leaving hickeys, whilst palming my crotch. So i do the same. “I’d love to take this a step further, but I can’t have Davi walking in on u-” i wanted to finish the sentence when Davi barges in to the room. Y/n hands immediately leaves my crotch and turns around, deciding to grind on me.
“I finished my homework!” Davi says full of excitement, having absolutely no idea y/n is dry fucking his dad. I kindly push y/n of my crotch.
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Please tell me y’all want a part two, and let me know who y’all then want to see top. Lmao. I’m literally so In love with this fic<33
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hey, i hope you are having a great day i was thinking about a angst to fluff with Neymar x make reader.
have a lovely rest of your day 🫶🏻
Neymar jr x male reader
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Note: terrible as always </3 this might’ve been a vent post… sorry and i know i said i was taking a break but yeah, I obviously can’t even take a one day break😹
Warnings: Angst, no fluff yet. Mentions of trauma.
Instead of y/n i used jack.
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Why? Pt. 1
Jack’s pov:
It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream. It was just a dream right?
I woke up shaking and full of sweat. I looked to my right and saw Neymar sleeping, but I didn’t want to wake him so i went to our bathroom.
I turned the lights on. *click* i looked at my self with my mouth wide open. I suddenly start to think about what i was dreaming. I start to tear up again.
“Go to sleep.” I hear Neymar say in a deep voice. I turn to look at the door opening.
“I- I’m sorry for waking you up.” My voice was on the verge of break, my body was really weak.
“Right, stop being dramatic.” Did i hear him right? I was still dreaming, right. I pinch my self. Nope definitely not dream.
“I’m sorry what did you say?” I say in absolute disbelief. I was completely bamboozled.
“You heard me, go to sleep and stop being dramatic!” He said half screaming. Why was he so mad.
“Heck no! You didn’t even ask me why I’m awake.” I snapped back at him. Absolutely furious.
“Ugh, your so difficult to deal with. Why are you awake?” He said with a nasty tone of sarcasm.
“Well since you asked. I might’ve had a dream where i was young again.” I told him.
“Why is that a reason your awake? You woke me up for nothing!” He half screamed at me again.
“Maybe because i was severely abused? Maybe the fact that i had to raise my self? Maybe because i was kicked out of my house when I was 12?!” I say matching his energy, knowing damn well I could take him. Being taller than him sometimes had it’s down sides, but for situations like this it was perfect.
“Oh…” that’s all he said. That’s all he said.
“Really? Oh? Boy please.” I angrily walk past him, making our shoulders hit each other. I was seeing red. I stormed out the room, with tears in my eyes. I knew damn well he did not think he had the audacity to be saying things like that to me.
Neymar’s pov:
I fucked up, but I didn’t mean it.
“Jack!” I yelled after him. No answer. I knew where he went. He always went there when he was feeling a overload of any kind of emotion. His office. Since our house was kinda big and the office was at the exact opposite of our house I knew it would take me awhile.
It took me a whole four minutes of walking. I looked at the door. Seeing as it was locked, I knew I was right.
“Jack?” I asked and knocked. No answer, not surprisingly.
“Jack please open up.” Again no answer. Mt mind immediately went where it shouldn’t have gone. I immediately started knocking harder.
“Jack? Jack? Jack! Jack please answer! Please answer so I know you didn’t do anything bad!” I scream with tears in my eyes now as well.
“What would you care?” I heard a weak voice say.
I slid with my back on the door to the floor. “I would care so so much. Please?” I said tears running down my cheeks.
“Fine.” I heard his voice break, I immediately stood up. The door slowly opened. I see im, i hugged him without thinking.
“I’m so so so so sorry Jack.” We both cried in each other’s shoulders. “You have every right to be livid, if yo-” before I could finish my sentence.
“Stop this, you don’t even mean it. You just say this do you can get sum out of me. I know how this will end.” He interrupts me, and the hug. I know he thinks this because of previous relationships.
“Wait, you know I’ll never do that.” I tell him with more tears rolling out of my eyes.
“Do i? Do you? I also thought we would never have to be in a situation like this, but here we are.” He was also crying. It broke my heart, to see him like this.
“Baby please i-”
“Don’t call me baby, Neymar” I haven’t heard my name out of his mouth in a long time.
“Please, don’t do this. It was a mistake, i was tired, i am tired.” I said with a broken voice.
“You being tired can’t be an excuse to say something like that.” He said with an even weaker voice.
“I know, and I really regret what i said. Please Jack.” At this point i was fully sobbing, and I barely even cry wich he knew.
“Please don’t cry Neymar, please?” He asked me. He hugged me.
“I’m so sorry, im so sorry. Please Jack?” I basically begged him.
“I know, and I’m sorry that it has to be like this.”
“Wait your not leaving me right.” I ask him.
“I’m sorry but I have no choice.” He sobbed when he stood up. I just looked at him while he walked away.
“Jack! Jack please don’t do this.” I shout. I decided to walk after him. He walks in our room, locking the door right in front of me. “Please Jack, please don’t leave me. Please.” I sink in the ground.
Jack’s pov:
It breaks my heart to hear him crying like that, but i just can’t take this. I pack some clothes and grab my phone from the counter. I’m scared to open the door again but i have no choice.
As i open the door, i see Neymar crying on the floor.
“você é tudo pra mim!” I hear him sob after me. He couldn’t see my face but i was sobbing as well.[you are everything to me]
“Goodbye, Neymar” I cry out. I get in my car as fast as possible and drive away.
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broo why is everyone hating just because it's male reader... everyone is fine with fem!reader as if boys can't have crushes on neymar or something bruh
anyway I am a boy and I have a massive crush on ney so who's gonna stop me from requesting a neymar x male reader where they flirt in the locker room after a match and it gets spicy 🤭
So i just saw this request and I actually already made something like this, but it’s not spicy sorry!!! And tysm things like that really mean more than you think, it may look like hate doesn’t get to people but many times it does. <3 and you can crush on anyone you want?? Like stol trying to control people!
Hi can I request a Neymar jr x male reader. But the reader is very hyper thank you!!!
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Sorry but y/n isn’t really hyper but idk how to write an hyper reader :(
(Not my gif)
Neymar: *in a restaurant* “so how was your day?”
Y/n: *very happy he can tell someone about his day* “-and then i was like…” *noticing Neymar dozing off* “oh my- I’m so so so so sorry that I bored you.”
Neymar: *giggles*” It’s okay amor, continue.” [love]
Y/n: “Are you sure?” *very hyper for no reason*
Neymar: “Yes, i just dozed off because I’m so in love with you.”
Y/n: “-and that was my day. Do you want to do anything when we get home?”
Neymar: “Yes i want to paint, with white.”
Y/n: “why with white?”
Neymar: …
Y/n: …
Neymar: ….
Y/n: “I do- OH MY.”
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Thick-skinned - Neymar Jr x reader
Neymar Jr x female!reader
Requested? Yes/No: Hey 😊One with Neymar where you've been together for a long time, but his family doesn't like you since you're not from Brazil and you know how much he loves his family, so you think he's going to leave you. It's at a family dinner and his sister, whom he loves very much, starts saying that he should get with her friend instead and seeing you so uncomfortable finally makes him snap. Also, if reader has a very good relationship with Davi Lucca since she has been in his life since he was a toddler.
Warnings: Angst, fluff, swearing
Word Count: 3K
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Neymar and you had been dating for years now, the pair of you were joined at the hip at all times. You attended every single game wearing his name on the back of your shirt, whether he was playing for PSG or Brazil, you were always there for him. He did the same for you, he would always celebrate your achievements at work and he always made sure you never stressed over anything. The man was head over heels in love but his family never felt the same towards you.
Unlike Neymar, you weren’t from Brazil so your lives growing up were very different and that was something his family disapproved of. They didn’t believe you understood their culture and what Neymar really meant to them, they saw you as an alien that never could come to terms with the way his family worked. The way his family acted towards you killed you but you always suppressed your sadness when he was around. When he would head off to training you’d let it all out before putting on a brave face when he walked through the door, never wanting to cause an argument with him and his family as you knew how much he adored them. His family was his world but to him, you were also family and even he was slowly getting sick of the comments from them.
Where you could avoid his family, you did. As mean as it sounded you didn’t care, it was not only for your sake but for his but you couldn’t avoid it today. Neymar was travelling back to Brazil for training before he and the squad flew out to Qatar for the World Cup. Normally you’d make a lie and tell him you couldn’t fly out because of work but you’d be there for the games but this time he asked you to be with him. For him, you put everything aside, putting a brave face on you flew out to Brazil.
“y/n!” A booming voice grabbed your attention. Davi Lucca was running over to you with open arms. You’d known him since he was a toddler and he was the only one who never gave you any grief well, him and his Mum.
“Hello, little man!” You smiled down at the boy, holding your arms out as he crashed into them, hugging you tight. “You’re getting big.” You pulled back, looking at the boy who resembled your boyfriend in some ways.
“How are you, buddy?” Neymar joined the two of you, smiling at your interaction with his son.
“Good.” He smiled looking between you two before he fixed his gaze on you. He quickly grabbed your hand and dragged you to the garden. “Look at what I can do now!” He turned back to you. “I did what you said, I practised every single day!”
You knew what he was talking about. When you last visited him Neymar was showing him keepy uppy’s and attempted to teach him how to do them but very quickly the young boy got discouraged. There would always be pressure on him, his Dad was one of the greatest footballers of all time and no matter what path in life he chose, everyone would compare him to Neymar.
Pulling him aside you gave him some words of encouragement, similar to those you’d give his Dad when he needed them the most. That afternoon you watched him constantly practising his skills, never giving up even when the sun went down.
Grabbing a ball he started to kick the ball in the air, never letting it touch the floor with a beaming smile on his face as he noticed your expression. You didn’t realise Neymar was watching you from the doorway to the garden, his heartwarming with pride as he watched the two of you.
“Excited for the World Cup?” A sudden female voice grabbed his attention, his sister. He didn’t look back, his eyes glued to the sight before him.
“Of course.” He replied. “You’ll all be there, and y/n.”
“I thought only family were able to go…”
Neymar whipped his head around to meet her gaze, a frown on his lips before he spoke. “She is family, we’ve been dating for years -”
“And she still isn’t part of this family. You haven’t even put a ring on her finger.”
“I’m not rushing.” He looked back at you. “I already have a ring I just need the right time.”
“Do you remember my friend Maria?”
“Who?” His brows furrowed as his sister changed the subject.
“Maria? Dark hair, green eyes, beautiful girl, could be a model.”
“Right…”
“I was thinking about bringing her to the games, she’s always wanted to come and support her country.” She made sure to emphasise the words ‘her country’. “Is y/n going to watch her country?”
“Why does that matter? Besides I don’t have endless tickets, the other lads have a family too.”
“That’s fine… me, Mum, Dad, David Lucca and the rest of the kids, a few of your mates and we’re fine.”
“y/n will be there.”
“It’s not even her country why should she take up a seat?” She huffed. “Maria met you a while ago, she’s single and Mum loves her -”
Whilst she continued her words Neymar was clueless to the idea that you could hear every single word being spoken between him and his sister. You did your best to ignore it but the lack of defensive words coming from your boyfriend was hurting you. You knew he’d never want to cause any unnecessary drama between the two but whilst she continued to bring up another woman he never said no, he just longed the conversation out, allowing her to talk down about you more and more.
“That’s nice…” He brushed her off.
“And she’s got your name on the back of her shirt, she thinks you’ll win it this time, bring the cup home for everyone.”
“That’s the plan.”
“I’ll tell her to pack her bags, it’ll be so nice to see the two of you together again, she hasn’t forgotten the last time the two of you -” Her words were cut off by you barging past the siblings and heading to the door.
“Excuse me…” You didn’t look at either of them as you kept walking but Neymar could tell there were tears in your eyes.
“Meu amor…” He called after you, his hand catching your wrist but you pulled away from his grasp and headed to the front door. Not hesitating you threw the door open and stormed out, not caring if you didn’t really know where to go or if you knew anyone, you just needed to get away from them and him for a while.
You’d given up a lot for him, nearly your entire life if you thought about it long and hard enough. You packed up everything and followed him around Europe for his football career, leaving behind your friends and family for him. Everything you planned to do with your life was put on hold, all for him and sure you wouldn’t change it for the world, you loved him more than anything in the world but you wished he would take a step back and see how much you really had given up for him.
As you walked your mind started to recognise where you were. Neymar had taken you along these streets during the start of your relationship. There was a small clearing on the hill at the end of the street which looked over a large city. It was a place out of the way and despite the rush of Brazil it was calm and made the world seem at a standstill. Having nowhere else to go you headed towards the bank before planting yourself down to take in the view, contemplating if you’d ever go back.
Meanwhile, Neymar had snapped. He never thought he’d have the guts to do so. He’d stood up to his Dad a few times but even then the rest of his family joined in and he ended up backing down but he knew this time he wouldn’t even if now was the time he needed his family more than ever.
“Why would you say that?” His eyes burned at his sister’s. “Do you all get some sick enjoyment from making the woman I love cry?”
“Oh come on you know she’ll never fit in -”
“Why not?” He challenged. “Because she’s from a different part of the world? Is that why you think she’ll never ‘fit in?’.”
“You two are just so different.” His father had now joined the conversation. “She’s distracted you -”
“Distracted me? She’s the only one who turns up to every single one of my games, she was there throughout my injury, every single time I had the smallest graze or cut she was the one who patched me up and made sure I was okay before a game. She encouraged me to do better in this sport.”
“So did I.” His father stepped forward, looking hurt at his son's words. “I helped you, I made you get to where you are now -”
“No you didn’t!” Neymar’s temper grew. “You only wanted me to succeed so you had a status, you act like I’m a child, always trying to control me and my money.”
“Don’t speak to him like that!” His sister joined the conversation again, her eyes widened at her brother's words. “You know we all only ever wanted the best for you -”
“If that was true you wouldn’t treat y/n the way you do. You can see she makes me happy and even if she isn’t your ideal girl for me then that’s fine but I'm the only one who can make that decision for myself and for the last few years it’s been the best decision of my life. She makes me a better man than I was and if you can’t see that then don’t bother coming to Qatar to support me. If you can’t accept her as a family then I don’t want your support.”
His family stood in silence at his words, stunned he would have such an outburst and stick with it. Even though he was stunned at his own words, as much as he hated causing a divide with his family he knew he had to speak up when it came to you. He couldn’t go a lifetime pretending he didn’t know you were crying when he went to training or seeing how uncomfortable you got when his family gave you a sly glance.
“About time.” The sudden silence was broken by the voice of his mother who stood watching the scene unfold from a distance.
“What?” Neymar asked, his face scrunching at her words.
“About time you stood up for her, I raised you better but you know what they say, better late than never.”
When you first met his Mum she too was a little reserved when it came to you, her mind wondering if you were really there because you loved him or if you wanted him for his money and fame but when his injury almost left him paralysed struck she knew you really did love him. You dropped everything to be by his side that day, never leaving him even when family begged you to come home. You were a mess but you didn’t care, only leaving when you knew he was safe. His Mum watched as you cared for him, watched as you lost yourself with worry and just from that she knew you would be his for a long time.
She kept her opinions at bay when she saw how everyone else acted towards you. She just waited silently for her son to jump to your defence, wondering how far everyone would push him until he eventually cracked and today was that day.
“It’s getting dark, go and find her before she throws what you had away.”
Despite her words being harsh he gave her a thankful smile and a nod, he didn’t need to utter a word for her to know how much that meant to him. Silence filled the air as Neymar stepped away from his family and headed out of the door, his eyes already scanning his neighbourhood, hoping to catch a glint or a hint as to where you were. He had an idea but he worried you would’ve forgotten all the memories the two of you made in this place.
Your tears had dried from the tears you’d shed, your eyes no longer glossy as you looked out onto the city below you. Your breathing was finally calm as the cool air hit your skin. Everything was finally peaceful when a smooth voice caught your attention.
“Meu amor, aqui estás tu…” My love, there you are… Neymar’s eyes lit up with relief as he fell to his knees beside you. “I was worried…”
It hurt to see him this upset but you kept your gaze fixed on the skyline. “I’m fine…”
“No, you’re not.” He sat beside you. “y/n I’m so sorry -”
“Why don’t you ever defend me? I get that your family means the world to you but I thought I did too. For years I stayed silent and let them make snide comments, I let them judge me for just simply dating their son and not once in the years we’ve been together did you ever defend me.” You tore your eyes away from the city and looked into his. “I can’t keep pretending like everything between me and your family is fine, I don’t want to bottle up my tears and wait until you go to training to let them out. I gave up everything for you and I know you never asked me to but I wanted to and I just want you to understand how much I gave up us.”
He didn’t say anything for a second, taking a deep breath before speaking. “I can’t say sorry enough. I was just worried that if I spoke and made a scene they would walk out on me and so would you. I never want you to leave my side, the thought of being alone without you kills me y/n. It’s not an excuse, I know it’s not. I should have defended you a long time ago and I didn’t and for that I am sorry.”
“Do you mean it?”
“Of course, I mean it y/n, why would I lie to you? Before I came here I snapped, I don’t regret it… my mum was annoyed though -”
“She still hates me?”
“Quite the opposite.” He smiled. “She was annoyed at me,”
“For what?”
“For not snapping earlier.” You mirrored his smile at his words, your head falling to his shoulder. “I’m really sorry y/n, I know no amount of words will make it up to you but actions do.” He mumbled into your hair as he planted a kiss on your head. “I promise I won’t ever let them say a negative word about you ever again. I’ve made it clear that if they can’t respect you then they won’t be coming to Qatar with us… or any of my games for that matter. I’ll only return home to see Davi Lucca and my Mum.”
“I don’t want to tear you apart -”
“You won’t, they’ve done that themselves.”
You lifted your head off his shoulder, your eyes meeting once again. Neymar cupped your jaw, pulling you closer to him his lips connected with yours. The sudden feeling of distress left you both as you embraced. His hands snuck around your waist, pulling you into his lap. Giggling at his actions you deepened the kiss, allowing your tongue to swipe across his lips as he pulled you against his chest. The two of you continued to make out before eventually pulling back, Neymar moved your hair out of your face as he smiled.
“Do you remember when I first brought you here?” He asked.
“I do, it’s where you asked me to be your girlfriend… and we shared our first kiss here.”
“You remember…” His smile widened.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Your hand ran through his hair, mirroring his expression. “Best day of my life -”
“Not the day I bought you all those flowers and left all the rose petals on the floor?”
“I wouldn’t have that if we didn’t spend our time here.” You counteracted his words.
“I don’t deserve you.” He smirked.
“Oh, I know.” You leant back in to kiss him.
Although you knew things would take time to mend what happened with his family but you knew he’d be there for you more when it came to their sly digs, even if it was just the odd comment.
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One with Neymar where you've been together for a long time, but his family doesn't like you since you're not from Brazil and you know how much he loves his family, so you think he's going to leave you. It's at a family dinner and his sister, whom he loves very much, starts saying that he should get with her friend instead and seeing you so uncomfortable finally makes him snap. Also, if reader has a very good relationship with Davi Lucca since she has been in his life since he was a toddler.
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Tissues - Neymar Jr x reader
Neymar Jr x female!reader
Requested? Yes/No: Heyyyy ❤️ can I request if u have time of course an imagine with neymar where the reader is sick and neymar wants to take care of her but she doesn't because she afraid she gonna get him sick . However neymar takes care of her but gets sick too so they're both sick sitting all day at home watching movies cuddling etc.💕💕
Warnings: Fluff, swearing
Word Count: 1.8K
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Arguably one of the worst things anyone could wake up to was a sore throat and a pounding headache. You noticed everyone around you was slowly starting to fall ill, especially with the weather turning as cold as it was in Paris but you’d hoped you’d been lucky enough to avoid the sickness, clearly you were wrong. You woke up without Neymar by your side, he normally woke up earlier and had a quick session at the gym before you woke up, that way he got to spend more of the day with you rather than running off to work out when the pair of you were midway through something.
Groaning you reached over to pick up your glass of water which was currently sitting on your bedside table. A shiver shot down your spine as the liquid stabbed your throat. Setting it aside you threw yourself down onto the covers, your hands covering your face as the morning sun hurt your eyes. Everything was silent until the front door clicked open.
“y/n?” Neymar called your name. “Are you up yet?” He asked as he pushed the door to your shared bedroom open, his hopeful expression dying when he saw the look on your face. “What’s wrong?” He hurried over to you but you ushered him away.
“I’m ill so don’t get too close, otherwise you’ll end up with it and Kylian will kill me.”
“You think I care for what he has to say?” The Brazilian gave you a look as he moved to the window, opening it ever so slightly enough to give the room some airflow but not enough to make you worse than you already were. He placed his hand on your forehead, a sympathetic look on his face when he noticed how hot you were. “Oh, baby…” Pulling back he grabbed your glass before speaking. “I’ll be back, don’t move.”
“You think I can move?”
“Even when facing death you still have a way with words.” He mocked before heading to your kitchen. He grabbed some light snacks that he knew wouldn’t make you feel even worse than you did, a soothing tea, more water and plenty of medication.
Briskly, walking into the room with a light smile, placed everything down on the bedside table for you. “You need to sit up.” He leaned over and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up gently so you could rest against the headboard.
“Ney please don’t -”
“Don’t what?” His brows furrowed. “Look after my girlfriend when she’s ill? You do the same for me when I’m ill or injured…”
“That’s differnt…”
“How is it?”
“I don’t have to play football weekly in front of millions.”
“Well if I get sick they can survive without me.” He grabbed the medication from the side before facing you again. “This will help with the headache and any pain.” He handed you the pill and water, watching as you tensed your body up at the shooting pain in your throat as you swallowed the liquid. “And this…” He handed you a spray bottle. “Will numb the throat pain, I can grab more things if you need them.”
“Thank you but I’ll live, it’s just a shitty cold.”
“They’re the worst though.” He gave you a light smile. “Make sure you keep drinking, I read that the more water you drink, the quicker the virus leaves your body.”
“I’ll try.” Giving him a faint smile you watched as he picked up the tv remote before handing it to you. He climbed onto the bed, laying on top of the duvet.
“What are you doing?”
“Watching TV with you?”
“But I’m ill.”
“I worked that one out a while ago.” He teased.
“Please Ney, you’ll get ill…”
“And? Won’t be that bad.”
You had no strength to argue with him, as much as you wanted to tell him that he needed to leave you to die alone in the bedroom you knew he’d never get up and just go so you accepted your fate and he accepted his.
The pair of you spent the day watching shitty movies and talking about the weirdest topics anyone could think of. It was the side you wished the world saw more of when it came to him. He was beyond kind and always looked out for others, even if it didn’t benefit him. Deep down he was one of the kindest people you’d ever met but it was a shame the world never saw him like that.
That night he came into your bedroom holding two bowls, both filled to the brim with soup. “I made it myself.” He smiled like a child on Christmas. “Not sure how good it’ll be but I did try.” You reached your hand out to cup his jaw, moving your thumb along his beard with a smile.
“Thank you.”
He leant over again, kissing your forehead lightly as he set the tray on the bed, making sure he didn’t spill anything. “Anything for you love.” He handed you a bowl but stopped you before you could even think to take a sip. “Take this, it’ll kick in when you sleep, hopefully then you’ll make it through the night without any disturbances. That’ll make you better faster.” He handed you the pill before tilting your chin up so you could swallow the rest with water. “Good girl.” He winked, earning himself an eye roll from you as he set the water aside. He grabbed his own bowl, this time crawling under the covers of your bed.
“Ney you’re going to get sick.”
“How many times have I told you that I don’t care?”
“Well, I do.”
“I know and for that I am thankful but when we sleep together and share a house together it is rather hard not to catch one another’s illnesses.”
“It can be avoided if you just left me in here…”
“And let your rotten corpse make the house smell? No thanks, I’d rather die with you.”
A small jolt of laughter fell from your lings, nearly taking your breath away with how sore you really were from the illness. “Thank you.” You looked up at him, inching closer to him.
“You never need to thank me.” The two of you spent the evening waffling about anything you could think to talk about, in parts you almost forgot you were ill and then the pain in your throat stabbed you slightly just as a reminder to yourself that you were in fact ill and no amount of laughter would change that.
“Ney?”
“Hmm?”
“What does the kitchen look like after you’ve been cooking in it?”
“Want me to be honest?” He asked as he started to eat.
“Obviously.”
“Looks like a bomb just went off.”
“Brilliant…”
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“Okay so fuck, marry, kill but… it’s only the guys in the team.” You smiled up at him as you spoke, and the two of you decided to spark up a fuck, marry or kill debate whilst watching an episode of modern family. “Kyillan, Messi or Marqunihos…”
“Fuck… um…” He thought long and hard about his answer, anyone would think he was taking an exam to decide his future. “Okay… marry Messi… fuck Marqunihos… and kill Kyllian.”
“Killing off Kyllian with no mercy.” You laughed at the man who was now quickly rethinking his answers. “You know you can’t change your answer when you’ve said it.” You spoke, noticing the change in expression.
“I know, I know… just thinking about what Kyllian would say if he heard me say that.”
“If it makes you feel better there’s definitely been moments where he’s thought that about you before.”
He shook his head, a laugh falling from his lips. “You know what I think you might be right…. On more than one occasion I’m willing to bet.” As his laughter subsided, he turned his head away, coughing into his shoulder before facing you again.
“You okay?”
“Me? Yeah… I’m fine, just got something stuck in my throat.” He flashed you a smile, a sign he was definitely lying when it came to things like this.
“I think you’re lying…”
“Calling your boyfriend a liar huh?” He mocked before placing another kiss on your head. Neymar glanced at his phone, quickly noticing the time. “We better get some rest, you need the rest. With little rest you won’t recover fast.” His hand snaked under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. He lowered himself down, kissing your lips lightly, almost scared that if he added force he’d hurt you. He wished he could have longed the kiss out, wanting nothing more than to have you all to himself for that night but he couldn’t and the truth was he could feel himself start to show symptoms of your illness.
“I love you.”
“I love you too… thank you for all of this.”
“I don’t know why you thank me.” He pulled the duvet over the two of you, sinking into the pillows like they were clouds. “In sickness and in health remember?”
“We aren’t married.”
“Yet.” You didn’t need the light on to know he flashed you a grin.
His hands snaked around your waist, pulling you onto his chest. His hand traced your face and lightly made its way to your hair, knowing the feeling immediately relaxed you.
“Ney…”
“Don’t you dare say that I’m going to get ill because I don’t care.”
Giggling into his chest you nodded against his skin. “Fine… you win.”
“I always do love.” He planted one last kiss on your forehead as the two of you quickly drifted off to sleep, both relaxed in one another arms, now finally not caring if one was sick.
The next morning you awoke to the sounds of horrific coughing, it honestly sounded like your boyfriend had managed to choke himself in his sleep.
“Ney?”
“Hmm?” He called from the bathroom, suddenly emerging in the doorway his eyes were bloodshot and pools of sweat started to form on his forehead. “Oh, baby…” You gave him a sorry look as you took in his wrecked state.
“You know…” He plodded back to bed. “You may have had a point about not getting to close when you’re sick, I feel like shit.”
“I did tell you -”
“I know, I know!” He landed on the bed, rolling on his back so he could rest his head on your chest. “I say we just make the most of it and cuddle all day.” He looked up with hopeful eyes.
“Well, I can take care of you.”
“You gonna rival my soup?” A smirk played on his lips.
“Rival it? Your soup is going to taste like dishwater compared to mine.”
Heyyyy ❤️ can I request if u have time of course an imagine with neymar where the reader is sick and neymar wants to take care of her but she doesn't because she afraid she gonna get him sick . However neymar takes care of her but gets sick too so they're both sick sitting all day at home watching movies cuddling etc.💕💕
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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.