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Masterlist (A-I).

Aaron Ramsey

Adnan Januzaj

Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain

Alexis Sanchez

Álvaro Morata

Andreas Pereira

Antoine Griezmann

Bastian Schweinsteiger

Benedikt Höwedes

Calum Chambers

Cesc Fàbregas

Claudio Marchisio

Cristiano Ronaldo

Daley Blind

David Beckham

David Luiz

Dele Alli

Eden Hazard

Edinson Cavani

Emre Can

Erik Durm

Fernando Llorente

Fernando Torres

Gareth Bale

Geoff Cameron

Gianluca Gaudino

Granit Xhaka

Graziano Pellè

Gregory van der Wiel

Hachim Mastour

Héctor Bellerín

Iker Casillas

Isco Alarcón

Ivan Rakitić

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Neymar Jr AU: You’re dating him


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Best Friends [01]

Pairing: Neymar Jr x Reader

Synopsis: You and Neymar are both hopelessly in love with one another. It’s a shame neither of you have the courage to confess your feelings to the other.

P.O.V: Third-Person

Genre: Romance/Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Rating: T

Word Count: 8,181

Warnings: Mentions and implications of smut (not too described). Some light swear words. Mentions of abortion.

A/N: Woah, 8.1k+ words? I never expected to write this much for just one imagine! Well, you all can consider it as a treat for not posting much this month! 😘❤️ So, you all decide, part two yes or nah? 🤗💗 xoxo — jas




  

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     Neymar sat on his bed, soft fingers grasping his injured leg and lifting the tender limb as his childhood best friend (Y/N) positioned a plush pillow underneath his leg, before resting the bruised limb against the pillow. Hazel-green orbs drooped, as he felt the ponderous weight of fatigue lull him into a state of repose, his muscles and limbs aching from the harsh foul an opponent committed against him during tonight’s match, which sent both him and his offender tumbling to the dirtied pitch in a heap of tangled limbs.

Seconds after the fall, he felt a sharp, piercing pain in his left ankle, as his opponent pushed himself from the ground, with the helping hands of his teammate, but not before he stepped on Neymar, the cleats of his boots digging into the delicate bone structure of the Brazilian’s left ankle.

The referee had blown his whistle long before the opposition had deliberately continued committing fouls against the home team. Although he blew his whistle once again the moment he caught a glimpse of the intentional foul the visitors had just committed. A second yellow card was given to the player, thus resulting in an automatic red card, evoking several complaints and protests from the visiting team. The referee awarded the home team with a free kick; however, the match was unable to be resumed on the account of a home player curled in a fetal position on the pitch, hands clutching around his throbbing ankle.

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MY MASTERLIST !

IMAGINE #1 HE GETS JEALOUS OF OSCAR
IMAGINE #2 FIRST TIME MEETING NEYMAR
IMAGINE #3 HE COMES TO YOUR SCHOOL
IMAGINE #4 YOU SURPRISE HIM AT A GAME
IMAGINE #5 YOU ARE MESSI’S YOUNGER SISTER (PT. 1)
IMAGINE #6 YOU ARE MESSI’S YOUNGER SISTER (PT.2)
IMAGINE #7 YOU TEASE HIM
IMAGINE #8 YOU MEET DAVI
IMAGINE #9 HE IS YOUR BEST FRIEND
IMAGINE #10 HE GETS SICK
IMAGINE #11 YOU GET JEALOUS
IMAGINE #12 DRUNK FIGHT
IMAGINE #13 YOU WAIT FOR HIM AT THE AIRPORT
IMAGINE #14 DISTANCE (BREAK UP)
IMAGINE #15 DISTANCE (PART 2)
IMAGINE #16 THEY LOSE EL CLASICO
IMAGINE #17 A DAY ON THE BEACH
IMAGINE #18 LEARNING PORTUGUESE
IMAGINE #19 DENTIST
IMAGINE #20 WATER BREAKS
IMAGINE #21 UNDER THE MISTLETOE
IMAGINE #22 HE MENTIONED YOU ON A TV SHOW
IMAGINE #23 FIGHTING (NEYMAR’S PERSPECTIVE)
IMAGINE #24 I ONLY NEED YOU
IMAGINE #25 WORKING AT BARCELONA FC (PART 1)
IMAGINE #26 YOU MAKE A SIGN FOR HIM
IMAGINE #27 WORKING AT BARCELONA FC (PART 2)
IMAGINE #28 WORKING AT BARCELONA FC (PART 3)
IMAGINE #29 ALL IN YOUR HEAD
IMAGINE #30 YOUR HEART BELONGS TO HIM
IMAGINE #31 WORKING AT BARCELONA FC (PART 4)
IMAGINE #32 WORKING AT BARCELONA FC (PART 5)
IMAGINE #33 MISS YOU MOST AT CHRISTMAS TIME
IMAGINE #34 CHRISTMAS DAY
IMAGINE #35 NEYMAR AS A PROTECTIVE FATHER
IMAGINE #36 A DAY IN THE HOTEL
IMAGINE #37 HE CHEATS ON YOU
IMAGINE #38 NEW YEAR’S EVE
IMAGINE #39 HANGING OUT AS “FRIENDS”
IMAGINE #40 ALL IN YOUR HEAD (PART 2)
IMAGINE #41 “HELPING” YOU STUDY
IMAGINE #42 BARCA PLAYERS ON SHAKIRA’S CONCERT
IMAGINE #43 WOULD YOU BE MY GIRL?
IMAGINE #44 I “HATE” YOU
IMAGINE #45 BARCELONA HOSTESS
IMAGINE #46 PROTECTIVE NEYMAR
IMAGINE #47 NOTHING BUT LIES
IMAGINE #48 NOTHING BUT LIES (PART 2)
IMAGINE #49 INJURED BAD BOY
IMAGINE #50 BAD DAY
IMAGINE #51 LAZY DAY
IMAGINE #52 JUST YOUR HOUSE CLEANER (PART 1)
IMAGINE #53 CRAVINGS
IMAGINE #54 JUST YOUR HOUSE CLEANER (PART 2)
IMAGINE #55 HIS TEARS
IMAGINE #56 JUST YOUR HOUSE CLEANER (PART 3)
iMAGINE #57 JUST YOUR HOUSE CLEANER (PART 4)
IMAGINE #58 JUST YOUR HOUSE CLEANER (PART 5)
IMAGINE #59 JUST YOUR HOUSE CLEANER (PART 6)
IMAGINE #60 ”HE IS JUST A FRIEND”
iMAGINE #61 ”WE’RE HAVING A BABY”
IMAGINE #62 JUST YOUR HOUSE CLEANER (PART 7)
IMAGINE #63 JUST YOUR HOUSE CLEANER (PART 8)
IMAGINE #64 JUST YOUR HOUSE CLEANER (PART 9)
IMAGINE #65 JUST YOUR HOUSE CLEANER (PART 10)
IMAGINE #66 SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY
IMAGINE #67 YOU’RE PERFECT
IMAGINE #68 GIRLS TEAM VS BOYS TEAM
IMAGINE #69 WE ARE “OVER”
IMAGINE #70 JUST YOUR HOUSE CLEANER (PART 11)
IMAGINE #71 JUST YOUR HOUSE CLEANER (PART 12)
IMAGINE #72 NOT SUCH AN INNOCENT ARGUMENT
IMAGINE #73 DON’T BE SHY
IMAGINE #74 HATED BY DAVI LUCCA
IMAGINE #75 JUST YOUR HOUSE CLEANER (PART 13)
IMAGINE #76 NOT SUCH AN INNOCENT ARGUMENT (PART 2)
IMAGINE #77 GETTING YOUR NAME TATTOOED
IMAGINE #78 JUST YOUR HOUSE CLEANER (PART 14)
IMAGINE #79 JO’S FRIEND
IMAGINE #80 GIVE HIS HEART A BREAK
IMAGINE #81 JUST YOUR HOUSE CLEANER (PART 15)
IMAGINE #82 JUST YOUR HOUSE CLEANER (PART 16)
IMAGINE #83 JUST YOUR HOUSE CLEANER (PART 17)
IMAGINE #84 IT’S BECAUSE OF THE ELEVATOR
IMAGINE #85 DON’T GIVE UP ON YOURSELF
iMAGINE #86 SORRY, HE IS TAKEN
IMAGINE #87 BABY SITTER (PART 1)
IMAGINE #88 HARD TO GET
IMAGINE #89 BABY SITTER (PART 2)
IMAGINE #90 MEETING IN THE HOTEL
IMAGINE #91 BABY SITTER (PART 3)
IMAGINE #92 BABY SITTER (PART 4)
IMAGINE #93 BABY SITTER (PART 5)
IMAGINE #94 BABY SITTER (PART 6)
IMAGINE #95 HOMESICK
IMAGINE #96 CHAMPIONS LEAGUE AFTER PARTY
IMAGINE #97 MEETING YOUR FAMILY
IMAGINE #98 BABY SITTER (PART 7)
IMAGINE #99 BABY SITTER (PART 8)
IMAGINE #100 BABY SITTER (PART 9)
IMAGINE #101 BABY SITTER (PART 10)
IMAGINE #102 BABY SITTER (PART 11)
IMAGINE #103 BABY SITTER (PART 12)
IMAGINE #104 STRIP POKER
IMAGINE #105 BABY SITTER (PART 13)
IMAGINE #106 BABY SITTER (PART 14)
IMAGINE #107 GROWING UP TOGETHER
IMAGINE #108 ARDA TURAN’S SISTER
IMAGINE #109 BABY SITTER (PART 15)
IMAGINE #110 BABY SITTER (PART 16)
IMAGINE #111 BABY SITTER (PART 17)
IMAGINE #112 BABY SITTER (PART 18)
IMAGINE #113 BABY SITTER (PART 19)
IMAGINE #114 BABY SITTER (PART 20)
IMAGINE #115 BABY SITTER (FINAL)
IMAGINE #116 JEALOUS OF MARC
IMAGINE #117 READING FANFICS TOGETHER
IMAGINE #118 FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS

Finally - Neymar

Hey guys, I have a lot of Neymar Imagines saved so here is this one I hope you like this!!! x 

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I wasn’t sure of a lot of things, for example I could read the menu twice and not know what to get. i could drive on the highway and still not know if this was the right direction. life was just so out of control, or at least my life was out of control. that’s what it felt like for me at least. my anxiety controlled my life and before i could turn around it controlled everything. it controlled my behaving, my eating, my relationships to other people just everything. i was young i should go out with friends on the weekends get drunk and not regret what i did. i should live my life to the fullest because i would never get this time back. but instead of going to party’s i found myself in my apartment hiden away from people, eating then and there and watching tv shows or movies where i could cry my heart out on my own. if i wasn’t doing that i would go to university or work, i was working in a coffee shop which really wasn’t that busy, it was in a rather quiet region of this big city not many people came by and those who did were either lost or people who came here every day. it was nice through there wasn’t that much to do and it was quiet and not driving me crazy. if i came back from work i mostly ate something watched tv and went to bed. it was the same circle every day. and for people who did not know me it probably seemed sad and it probably really was but i kind of liked it, it wasn’t anything exciting it was just me. me and my life and i choose this so i might as well just live in it. i closed my eyes for a brief moment as i realized i lost track while counting the money once again, i had to start again and sighed as i begin counting the bank notes once again. The door opening didn’t made me stop in my actions as I told them we were closed already. I continued counting only as I heard footsteps coming closer towards me and not the door, I looked up and my heart started beating faster, just a tiny little bit.

“Are you still making me a coffee or do i have to come back tomorrow?” Rafa asked and a small smile spread on my lips as i sat the bank notes aside and walked around the counter to give her a hug. I wrapped my small arms around her and pulled her in an embrace for a few seconds.

“What are you doing here?” i asked as I pulled out of the hug and put a hair strand behind my ear.

“I haven’t seen you in so long” i stated.

“I know I missed you so much” she said and smiled down at me.

“I missed you too. Do you want a coffee?” i asked her and walked back around the counter. She nodded and I started preparing the few things that were already put away and started brewing her a coffee handing her the cup after I was done. She had sat down on the bar stool in front of me.

“How have you been?” i asked her as she took a sip of her coffee.

“good. i’ve just been here and there” she said smiling at me.

“you’ve been traveling a lot from what i’ve seen” i said and she nodded.

“yeah i do have to travel a lot especially with Neymar living here and you know” she said and i looked down at the mention of his name. I felt tears welling up in my eyes and bit down on my lips so they wouldn’t actually spill out. I closed my eyes for a second and opened them again when i thought i had myself under control again. I looked up to her and saw her already looking at me.

“Yeah that seems pretty difficult” I said and that was all i would say to that topic, I turned around to put the trash in the trash can. Although the main reason was that i didn’t had to look at her anymore.

“Y/n..” my name left her lips with a soft voice and that alone would probably be enough to make me cry but i controlled myself good enough.

“what?” i asked as i turned around.

“i can see you still hurting” she said and a small apologizing smile played on her full lips.

“you know Neymar, he-” she started but I cut her off shaking my head.

“I don’t wanna hear it” I told her and she sighed.

“Was this the whole reason why you came by to talk about him?” I asked.

“Because if it is, then i’m sorry but then you can leave” i said gesturing to the door she came in a while ago.

“Y/N” she said her voice has changed.

“I came by because I missed you as a friend. I’m still one of your best friends even if we may haven’t seen each other in a while. i still care about you and i see that you’re hurt” she told me and i pressed my lips together looking somewhere out of the window.

“and if you would just let me finish. He is too. Neymar is hurting. It’s been months and he is still hurting. I haven’t seen him like that before. We all haven’t. He’s not the same anymore-” she said.

“I told you i don’t wanna hear it” was all I said biting down on my lip.

“Why? Why can’t you listen to me when I talk about him?” she said.

“Because you still have feelings for him just like he has for you” she said.

“I know that” i said furrowing my eyebrows together.

“Don’t you think i don’t know that already? But there were reasons why we broke up if you believe it or not” I said.

“Why? Why did you guys broke up?” she asked if Rafa wouldn’t have been one of my best friends I probably wouldn’t even talk to her anymore. She was just something like a sister to me or she was because right now or since him and i broke up i wasn’t so sure anymore. and that’s why i even still talked to her.

“You can ask him that” i told her.

“Well he won’t tell me either” she said.

“Can you please tell me why you guys broke up? It might not be my place to ask or whatever. but it’s been month both of you are hurting and i can’t stand to see either you or him like that anymore” she told me and her pleading eyes looked into mine.

“Why did you guys broke up?” she asked.

“I kissed someone else” i muttered under my breathe i wasn’t sure if she understood but after her lips parted and her eyes widen i knew she did.

“you what?”

“i kissed someone else” i repeated.

“why and who and how?” she mumbled her eyebrows furrowed together.

“do you remember Kylie?” i asked her.

Kylie was some friend of mine, well she used to be one of my friends. she wasn’t really the kind you wanted to be friends with but i somehow met her at a party months ago and we became friends. Kylie was a bitch. I knew that now and I honestly wish i knew it earlier because that wouldn’t have caused me that much trouble as it did. I only ever met her at parties really and sometimes we hang out during the week but that was about it. After Rafa nodded I sighed and started telling her.

“Well we were at this party and obviously I was drunk you know how fast I get drunk” i told her and after she nodded I continued. Rafa looked at me with such a blank face expression her lips were formed in one line and her eyes were concentrated to what I told her. I’ve only ever saw her like that maybe once or twice.

“Well anyways I can’t really remember much of that night. But we played truth and dare and Kylie she knew I was dating Neymar. She knew it but she didn’t care and so it was my turn and after I somehow said dare she dared me to kiss this guy I didn’t even knew about. I didn’t wanted to at first but he came all over me and after I tried pushing him away he pulled me closer.” I said and pressed my lips together looking down I wasn’t proud to talk about it.

I pushed all of what happened that night so much aside that it didn’t even happen for me anymore.

“After he pulled away from me everyone laughed including Kylie. They told us to get a room. I left pretty soon after. I found out that same night that Kylie wasn’t even drunk. She was sober. She took photos of me and that guy kissing and you know what? she send them to Neymar” I told her as my hands begin to shiver and the tears that had welled up in my eyes, one or two made their way over my cheek.

“Did you talk with him about it? Did you tell him what happened to you?” she asked.

“I did” I said and nodded.

“Could he not forgive you?” she asked and furrowed her eyebrows together.

“I don’t know he may could have” i told her.

“But I couldn’t. I kissed someone else. Even through I loved him, i still love him and I did that to him” i said.

“so you two just broke up?” she asked.

“we decided to take a break” i said.

“but we both know that a break means nothing more than a break up” i told her.

“y/n it doesn’t”

“you both could have talked it out.” she said shaking her head slightly.

“maybe we could have. he tried calling me a few times. he even came by my apartment” i told her as i wiped the tears away and pressed my lips together looking up at her.

“and you didn’t open?” she asked and i shook my head. She got off of her seat and walked around the counter, as she stood in front of me she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in a hug and i sighed out as my head was in her neck and she rubbed my back with one of her hands.

“oh y/n” she whispered and i sighed.

As she pulled out of the hug she wiped my tears away and smiled at me.

“we’re gonna go see him now, c'mon” she said and took my hand in hers.

“Rafa no” i told her.

“yes we are” she said.

“he still loves you and you still love him and you’re not gonna break up because of something that stupid. Y/N you’re one of my best friends and I want you to marry my brother one day and i want you to be my sister in law. there’s no one more perfect for him than you and i won’t continue seeing both of you that hurt when you still love each other so i’m not gonna discuss this either you go on your own or i carry you out here” she said and i rolled my eyes at her slightly but a small smile formed on my lips as well. Rafa was so cute it melted my heart.

“okay” i whispered and she smiled at me.

“c'mon” she said.

“okay okay i need to put the things away first” i told her and started putting away the thing on the counter.

After I was done I got my jacket and walked to the front door with her. I was nervous and afraid of facing him. I didn’t wanted to. And in my head i made up a plan to run away and hide so i could maybe escape this situation. on the other hand i still loved him and if he still loved me like Rafa said then facing him wouldn’t be so bad right? We walked out of the shop and after I locked the door we got to her car, we got in and she immediately speed off to the other direction of town. We got there in about 20 minutes and she parked her car in his driveway. I haven’t been here in so long and even through it probably should feel weird being here it felt like coming home in a kind of way. I sighed as I got out of the car and Rafa stood already beside me wrapping her arm around me and walking towards the front door with me, she ringed the doorbell although i was sure she still had a key to his house, like i did back then. Maybe she forgot it at home or maybe she just didn’t wanted it to be more awkward. After some seconds the door opened and a tired Neymar stood in front of us. As soon as he met me his eyes widen and his lips parted. As our eyes locked i felt my heart going crazy in my chest and pressed my lips together as i looked away.

“hey Ney. okay so you two still know each other” Rafa said ans gestures between him and me with her hand.  i totally forgot she was even there, she pulled her arm from around me away and stepped into his house leaving just me and him there. I stood there awkwardly, not knowing if i should leave or stay here.

“do you eh wanna come in?” he asked and i hesitated for a moment but nodded. He stepped back and opened the door wider for me to step in. I got in and looked around me. It still looked exactly like the last time i’ve been here. it’s been months and you could think that by now it should look different but it still looked the same. there were still the same pictures on the wall, of his parents, Rafa, of Davi, of us.

“nothing has changed” i stated.

“no” he said and shook his head.

“Do you want something to drink? to eat? you came here after work right? i bet you must be pretty hungry” he said.

“yeah i am but-” i begin but he interrupted me.

“then c'mon i still have some left overs” he told me and started walking towards his kitchen, i sighed and followed him. Even in his kitchen everything was still the same. I sat down on one of his bar stools and he stood at the counter in front of me.

“Did Rafa force you to come here?” he asked.

“No” i said shaking my head.

“she came by after work and asked about us and why we broke up” i told him, he nodded and i thanked him after he handed me the plate with chinese take out on.

“did you tell her?” he asked and i nodded after i begin eating.

“she said she can’t see us both hurting when we both still love each other” i said.

“is it true do you still love me?” i asked him after i pressed my lips together and looked at him.

“How could i not y/n” he said and my heart begin to beat way faster.

“Of course I still love you”

“It hurt me when i tried to talk to you and you wouldn’t let me i know you were hurting more than i was. i just wanted to be there for you” he said as he was walking around the counter.

“but you wouldn’t let me” he said sighing.

“i’m sorry” i said.

“you don’t have to be sorry y/n. i know it wasn’t your fault”

“i don’t get how you can forgive me that easily when i kissed someone else” i told him.

“like i said it’s not your fault. i trust you i know you wouldn’t kiss someone when you weren’t dared to or when you were sober” he said taking my hands in his.

“i trust you and i believe you” he told me.

“and i still love you” he said.

“kiss me” i whispered.

“what?” he asked unsure if he understood me right.

“kiss me. kiss me kiss me kiss me” i repeated and it didn’t took him long to lean in and press his lips on mine softly. i sighed out relieved and happy as i puled him closer to me with my hands in his neck.

“finally” i heard Rafa yell and just smiled in the kiss. yeah finally, finally i was reunited with my love.

Masterlist (N-Z) + Stories.

Neymar Jr

Nuri Şahin

Olivier Giroud

Oscar Emboaba

Paulo Dybala

Per Mertesacker

Philippe Coutinho

Rafinha Alcântara

Raphaël Varane

Robert Lewandowski

Roman Bürki

Ruben Loftus-Cheek

Sebastian Giovinco

Sergi Roberto

Sergio Agüero

Sergio Ramos

Sven Bender

Thiago Alcântara

Thiago Silva

Thibaut Courtois

Thorgan Hazard

Toni Kroos

Viktor Fischer

Wojciech Szczesny

Xabi Alonso

Zlatan Ibrahimovic

Stories

Fix You

All

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OTP {NeyMessi addition}

How can you not ship them

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They’re both

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Amazing

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And

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Skilled

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Not to mention

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extremely 

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humble

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and cute

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as balls

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*Sighs* Just look at them

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Anyway, if you’re not shipping Neymessi…wyd

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a/n: uh y’all asked for this so……here it is…….i tried to be respectful of neymar’s decision while still disagreeing with it……..yikes i hope y’all like it! feel free to tell me what you think :-)

Neymar’s almost half-asleep on his couch, with Poker curled up by his side and TV humming softly in the background, when he hears a hard knock on his door. He checks the clock – 12:37 a.m. He doesn’t know who’s at his door this late, but he hopes it’s no one important because he’s not even wearing a shirt.

He shuffles to the door and peeks through the hole to see who it is. It’s his best friend. It’s not unusual for her to visit him this late – in fact, it’s actually happened more often than not – but she looks mad. And he’s never seen her look this mad.

Neymar opens the door and opens his mouth to say something in a greeting, but she beats him to it.

“Paris?” She spits the world out harshly, like it’s a curse word.

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Give Myself To You - Neymar

*WARNING: Extreme smut and foul language. If you find this context disturbing or offending please avoid reading.*

“Damn, that’s gotta hurt.” I scrunched my nose up, imagining the pain the stunt double must’ve endured filming that scene. Neymar’s chuckle vibrated from his body to mine as he spoke. “I’m pretty sure they have precautions babe.”

His hands lay on my waist as I rest my back against his chest. “Am I too heavy?” I had to ask, referring to my weight atop his legs. “Nah. I can barely feel a thing,” Ney bounced his legs up and down playfully causing a small giggle to escape my lips.

“Anyway,” I sigh, leaning down to grab the controller, making Neymar shift uncomfortably. “This movie kinda sucks.” And with one press of a button, the flat screen television was off, leaving the two of us in nothing but darkness. As I sat back up, readjusting my position from before I heard Neymar’s breath hitch in his throat. When I tilt my head to the side, he has his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his eyes squeezed shut and his head tilted back. Neymar stayed in that position for a few seconds as I stared at him, eyebrows perked up in amusement.

Without an ounce of hesitation, I turned around, re-positioning myself to face him as I straddled his hips.

“Whats wrong, Neymar?” I whispered stroking the base of his neck cheekily. “Is that really all it takes?” I brought my lips closer to his ear, “one move of my hips–” I slightly grind myself against him as I speak, causing him to whimper under my touch, “is that really all it takes to get you excited?”

“Fuck off,” He spat placing his hand on my stomach in hopes to get me off him. Quickly, I placed my hand on top of his, stopping him from what he was about to do. “Don’t you want to touch me, Neymar?” I spoke very slowly before placing a kiss under his ear. “Don’t you want to touch me right here?” Continuing my little teasing game, I dragged his hand down to the sensitive area between my thighs.

His eyes flew open, startled— almost horrified and it took every ounce of strength I had not to burst out laughing. “It aches for you.” I grinned, locking gazes with him, and that’s all it took. In a blink of an eye, Neymar had me laying flat on my back against the soft material of the living room couch, his big hands gripping at my wrists as he pinned me down aggressively, every single vein on his arm outlined gloriously. “Stop fucking with my emotions, (Y/N). You make it really hard for me to hold back.”

Batting my lashes innocently, my perfectly manicured pointer finger dragged down his clothed chest slowly, seductively. “What if I don’t want you to hold back anymore?” I bit my lower lip, well aware of Neymar’s feelings towards me. Feelings that I never dared to acknowledge in fear of ruining our friendship. “If this is one of your sick little games—”

“Take me,” I moaned, sliding my fingers down my panties as I rubbed my throbbing clit. “Take me right now.” My eyes rolled backward as I touched myself and the look on Neymar’s face was astonishing to say the least. “Are you sure you’re a virgin?” He mumbled to himself. Giggling mischievously, I brought the finger that was down my pants up to my lips as I sucked on it teasingly. “Maybe you’d like to find out yourself?” I bucked my hips upward.

“Careful now, babygirl. I might be losing my patience if you keep running your mouth like that,” he bit onto his lower lip, lowering his hardening member against my core teasingly. Moaning softly, I felt myself getting frustrated. “I need you,” I whimpered, trailing my hand under his shirt. I ran my fingers up and down his abs before sliding my hand down his pants. Through his boxers, I felt his throbbing hard. Without thinking of my actions, my hand wrapped itself around him before stroking up and down. “I need this,” I squeezed him slightly, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. “Down here,” grabbing his hand, I shoved it down my shorts and just above my panties. “I need you to fill me up,” my hand moved quicker as I spoke. “Neymar,” I forced a loud moan. “I’d call your name just like that if you take me right here right now.”

“That fucking mouth of yours,” he hissed, attacking my lips with his own. It took me two seconds to remove my hands from their previous possessions and tangle their way into Neymar’s hair. “I told you to stop,” he mumble against my lips, his finger circling my entrance before he shoved a finger into me. Unfamiliar to the feeling, I tilted my head back, a moan automatically escaping my lips that were only free for a split second before his mouth was glued back onto mine. Pumping in and out of me at a quick speed, he added another finger, making me gasp in pure bliss. 

Taking advantage of the situation, Neymar slipped his tongue into my ajar mouth, his tongue attacking mine in nothing but want and I never knew my best friend would be this good at what he does.

After removing his lips from mine to gasp for air, he wasted no time in attacking my neck with kisses. He made his way down my neck, then back up in search for my weak spot as I tugged on his shirt. After gaining a loud moan from me, Neymar pulled away, using only one hand to pull his shirt off and toss it to the side. Dipping his head back down my neck, he sucked and bit at my sweet spot, sure to leave a mark while my hands roamed his back, touching, scratching and gripping at the skin. Feeling the need to pull him closer and closer until our heartbeats were heard and our breathing was synchronized.

With one last thrust of his fingers I felt my legs shake, unable to sit still as the pleasure overpowered me. I arched my back in delight, my fingers tugging at Neymar’s hair as I moaned his name loud enough for the shadows hiding withing the walls to hear. 

After i came all over his fingers, Neymar brought his fingers up to his mouth before sucking on them, never breaking eye contact with me. “You taste so good,” he hummed in pleasure. 

Biting my lower lip, I grabbed the base of his neck, pulling him back down to peck his soft, full lips. “I want to give myself to you.” I whispered, looking into his eyes for an answer. “(Y/N)-” Neymar began to protest only to have me cut him off. “I know what I want! I know exactly how I feel about you-” “How do you feel about me?” He rested his elbows on either side of my head, his hazel-green iris staring deeply into mine as he awaits an answer.

“I know you, I know your heart and I know what you would do to make me happy. I know what you wouldn’t do to hurt me and I know for a fact you’re the only person I want to give myself to completely and without hesitation. I know… That I love you." 

Neymar gaped at me for a few seconds before speaking up. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” He chuckled, eyes sparkling with nothing but adoration as he tilted his head to the side and kissed my lips slowly and passionately. “I love you, fuck I love you so much,” he mumbled against my lips before resting his forehead against mine. “I love you, too.” I grinned.

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I was hoping to add stuff onto that but it was too long already lmao. my ask box is always open for feedback and requests! enjoy :)!

Dating Neymar would include

Originally posted by tessgrway

  • him spoiling you - he just loved sending your flowers or little gifts whenever you two were separated you were extremely thankful for what he gave you, but you really didn’t think it was necessary, through it really did make you happy how thoughtful his gifts were.

„NEYMAR“ you would text him.

„Yeah?“ he asked back.

„You can’t just send me my favorite flowers, I miss you :(„

  • singing in the car together - Neymar loved singing especially to his favorite music playing which was always playing and you two would sing a long to the words and laugh in between as you didn’t hit that high note.

„Stop singing“ he would say.

„You sound horrible“ he said laughing.

„Oh and you don’t?“ you asked smirking.

  • putting everything on social media - Neymar had it all, Snapchat, Instagram and he loved posting videos or photos on there. and you two spending a lot of time together you were on his social medias a lot, you didn’t really liked it but you didn’t mind. It was just part of him and you what you got yourself into.

„Delete that video I look like crap“ you whined.

„no you don’t, you look beautiful“ he answered.

  • spending time with davi - davi was Neymars one and only and as much as you have been around he saw you as a mother or at least something pretty similar to that. You loved hanging out with him because he always made you laugh. You would sometimes go to the theaters, to the zoo or would play tennis, anything to keep him entertained.

„Hey which movie are we seeing again?“ you asked as you walked towards Neys car.

„(random movie)“ Ney would answer.

„Oh my gosh I love disney“ you said excitingly.

instagram

Imagine you’re the one filming…

What’s Normal Anyway?

She knew she shouldn’t be in this home but it was too tempting to not show when she received a message from the man she had been seeing now for five months secretly that he was home and free from his sport obligations.

It was obvious he was eager to see her too. His kiss was strong, so strong he nearly bit her tongue until it bled before she pulled away, her hands at his chest to serve as a warning to his strong affection. Not that she generally didn’t like it.

The rough sex, the passion, it was everything she wanted from him and he provided it with every thrust, bite and tug he could. Today’s choice of the sofa wasn’t as comforting as his California king but knowing she was strapped for time, she didn’t dare complain. Her hand simply slid up his shirt to run her nails against the warmth of the man she had missed so much in his brief absence.

The scruff of his beard rubbed against the smooth feel of her skin, his lips angled to meet her neck with a kiss and a tug against that same plot of skin as his teeth lightly gripped onto what he possessively called his.

She wasn’t sure whether it was the brief flinch she felt feeling his teeth tug a little too hard or her memory that caused her to drift and pull away from him, now staring into the eyes of a man she knew was trouble for she had been told so many times.

He wanted marriage, a house, kids, happiness…with her.

She wanted sex, passion, attention, happiness…with him.

And though maybe once upon a time the two had been on the same page, they were now on two entirely different wavelengths.

He had begun to think about life with her and without her, willing to now take the jump of leaving behind the pictured relationship he had with the other woman he called his girlfriend but treated like a disposable for the woman he was now infatuated with.

And as his kisses moved lower and lower along her skin, she couldn’t help but think about the man left behind at her home, now their home. The man who had probably spent an hour fixing her dinner only to have her come home with the peculiar smell of another man on her neck he would either choose to ignore or be too oblivious to ask about.

A shiver of guilt crept down her spine at the thought. The thought of knowing the man that was giving her his all and was waiting for her stomach to creep up into a ballooning size to represent their blossoming love would have to wait even longer, maybe forever.

What had really got her mind going made her brush her lips away from his as he leaned in for another kiss, the cool touch she was just welcoming now causing her to shy away. “Can I ask you something?”

With a disappointed groan emitting from his lips, he sighed once more and dropped his head so his lips were no longer near hers. Eventually he looked back up to the woman he had been craving, his mind thinking of other things as he waited for her lips to move. “What is it?”

“I want you to come to my company’s party. It’s no big deal. Just a fundraiser and they try and get a few big names out. I…”

He quickly interrupted her as a smile spread across his face, trying to fill in the blanks for himself before she could for him. “You told them you know me?”

“Well…no. Not exactly. I just…thought it’d be a good idea if you just show up.”

He chuckled, his head leaning back some to reveal his adam’s apple as his hand draped along the backside of the couch. “And how will you explain that? Me randomly showing up to your company party? Are you going to explain that to your boyfriend too?” There was a slight but noticeable pause before he spoke that word, always feeling the bitter taste on his tongue whenever he did reference the man that currently had the woman he wanted.

Not like he wasn’t taken himself.

“I’m not going to have to explain anything.”

“So you expect me to just show up and not speak to you?”

“Actually, that’s a great idea.” The thought of having to explain how she knew him seemed like trouble waiting to happen. “I can’t tell him I know you. His first question would be how did I meet you, a world class footballer? Am I supposed to just tell him that we met and since you’ve been trying to trap me in your bed?!”

Yes, was his first thought but he didn’t dare to say that to her. “You don’t have to even say that part. Just say we’re friends or something.”

“I would just feel better if we didn’t have to do any of that. Bring your girlfriend! Make it normal.”

It should have been obvious then to him how different their feelings were to one another. He would have never thought to bring his girlfriend around her, not fearing that he’d be disrespecting his girlfriend but instead the woman he had been secretly falling in love with ever since he laid eyes on her.

But instead she was making the suggestion that he should do just that, that she didn’t have a care in the world that he could show up with another woman. While his jealousy would rage, hers would be nonexistent because he wasn’t the man she was in love with. He was the man that simply satisfied her lustful cravings.

“Normal,” he sarcastically chuckled before speaking his feelings under his breath. “What’s normal about us?”

Sorry for my lack of posting (again and again and again). Random blurb of nothing about whoever you want it to be about.

Playing with Fire || Part 1 || Neymar Jr Imagine

Note: First part of a new Neymar series! This one will be a bit sinful as requested by the nonnie. This one is still safe but after this one things will be heating up. This one is like a big intro to the series and some background stuff. I hope my sinful nonnie likes it even if it will start a bit slow for the build up. Remember to let me know what you all think of it!

“Come on, you can sleep when we come back. I promise we won’t stay until late” Dani says as he stands outside your door.

Dani, Gil, Gabriel de Jesus, Gabigol, Rafaella and Neymar have showed up at your house at 9pm after a day of work to go out to some club. You weren’t much of a club person, you only went with them because they were your friends.

“You should’ve called” you tell Dani who rolls his eyes.

“That one over there needs some distraction so we have to do it” he says and points behind him at Neymar’s car, where he was sitting scrolling through his phone.

“Why?” You ask as you tilt your head to take a look at him, useless move really because it was dark.

“You didn’t hear?” Gabriel asks and you shake your head.

“I’ve been working all day. I haven’t heard a thing and he hasn’t told me anything. Plus, I’ve been busy all these weeks with work so I haven’t really followed anything. What’s up?”

“They broke up. Again.” Your eyes widen.

“No way. Why now?”

“He won’t tell us exactly why. We just know he had plans of asking her to marry him but we don’t know if he did it” Gabi says and shrugs.

Personally, you weren’t too keen on the idea of Neymar and Bruna together again for several reasons. One just doesn’t go back to their ex after what happened in the first try, she seemed to show up when he becomes important, and you had a crush on your friend’s brother so it hit you bad when Neymar told you he was back to dating Bruna.

“Oh.” You say after getting lost in your train of thoughts.

“So you coming? Do it for him” Rafaella says and grins, you know very well why.

“Give me 10 minutes” you say in a sigh and they cheer.



The ride to the club was filled with conversations, but they didn’t start with Ney as usual. He laughed and talked, yeah, but not like he would usually.

“I’m sorry about Bruna” you say as you look at him from besides you. He was deleting the last pictures left on his phone of her.

“It’s fine I guess” he says and you frown.

“You deserve better. I told you that. This is just another sign of it” you say, straightforward but whatever.

“I thought she was the one. It’s the second time so I thought…”

“You got it wrong, but it’s okay.” You shrug and look around the club, spotting your friends dancing.

“I’m sorry. You probably expected-”

“I didn’t expect anything” you start. “I don’t expect you to be all fine about it. I do miss your flirting but-” you tease and he chuckles.

So yes, you two had a flirting game that started months before he and Bruna got together the second time. That’s where you fell for him and he fell for someone else. Relatable, right?

“Are you admitting you like it when I flirt with you?”

“Have been hinting it for a while, but thanks for noticing before I died” you joke and he laughs, and you fall for him a little deeper.

“I missed you” he says and gives you a warm smile.

“I missed you too” you say and rest your head against his shoulder. He kisses your temple and holds you close.

“You should go have fun. Go with Gil and save him from whatever he thinks he is doing” he says and you turn to look at Gil and you laugh at his little awkward dancing.

“Join us when you feel ready, okay?”

Neymar nods his head and you head over to Gil. He greets you with a smile and you two start a small random dancing that went from going with the beat to just do whatever. And that’s how it went for the rest of half of the night.

You all take a break at some point and sit at the reserved spot on the club for you. Neymar looked better and was sipping on his drink as he laughed and joked with all of you. That’s when your new favorite song came up, Crying in the Club by Camila Cabello. How convenient were the lyrics for this night.

You stand up and walk over to Neymar and hold your hands out, wiggling your fingers before him.

“What?”

“Come on.”

“For?”

“This is my favorite song, stop asking and move.”

“Why?” You glare at him and he chuckles. “I’m kidding” he says and takes your hand and stands up. He is the one to lead you to the dance floor and you grin to yourself, butterflies taking over your stomach as your heart beats in anticipation.

With a small twirl, he brings you close. One hand around your waist and you smile softly at him as the song comes up. You hum and move your hips at the rythm and he follows. His gaze shifts everywhere but to you, lips pressed together as you two move. You mutter the part of “ain’t true” as you look at him trying to get his attention and he looks at you and smiles weakly.

“So put your arms around me tonight, let the music lift you up like you’ve never been so high. Open up your heart to me, let the music lift you up like you’ve never been this free” you sing happily at him and he chuckles and you know you are making some progress.

As the chorus starts, you drop your arms from around his neck and get closer to him and he does the same, a hint of confidence showing in his eyes and body language. You turn around, back facing him and one of his arms snake around your waist, a shiver running down your spine as a result. He has always done this little gesture, but tonight it felt different.

You can feel his breath on the back of your neck and his arms holding you closer to him and you turn around to face him. He is surprised by the movement of course, his eyes are slightly widen and he is looking right into your eyes. You notice his hazel eyes are darker, even if the club was low in light, and he looks at your lips before looking up into your eyes.

You can’t see yourself, but you know your eyes are dark as well and your gaze is soft. Your hips move almost against his, unconsciously, but neither of you move an inch to stop it. He leans forward slightly and so do you but you miss his lips and just press your cheek against his and his face hides on your neck. Hands tighten around your waist and his index finger sneaks under the hem of your shirt and lifts it up before his hand is placed against your bare skin. Did he knew the effect that he had on you?

As the song comes to an end he pulls away slightly and leans forward again and brushes his lips against yours and you melt, but just then the song finishes and the lights turn slightly brighter and you both pull away. Okay so maybe it was just the song that made you think all of this and had you both acting this way…

“Want to get a drink?” He asks and you nod your head. He takes your hand and leads you through the crowd to your reserved spot.

“You two looked cozy over there” Dani says and winks playfully.

“The song was like that. You know, supporting a friend while in the club. Like we are now” you say and Ney let’s go of your hand and moves to get the drinks.

“Friend…sure” Dani says, doing that face where he doesn’t believe a word the other person says and you glare at him.



The rest of the night at the club goes well, Neymar lifted up the spirits and was somewhat acting normal again. At his house, Dani, Gil and Gabigol played video games and Ney joined them not long after. You sat with Rafaella watching them from behind.

“You are good for my brother, you know?” Rafaella says and you look at her curiously. “Yeah, it has been probably days since he has touched that console and look at him now.”

Your head turns to look at the guys and you smile softly as you watch Neymar laugh and stick his tongue out as he plays. “It’s probably the guys, or going out with all of us” you say.

“I don’t think so. He only agreed to go when we said we’d bring you.”

“ ‘Ella “ you groan, it was a nickname you had for her. “He just broke up with Bruna. I don’t think he is looking at me like that, or looking at anyone like that. It’s too recent.”

“We both know that you and Ney have had your thing. Nothing serious but it has been there. Things have not happened between you two because Bruna has been there nagging at him and he was all over her again. Maybe now…”

“We will see…” you say and you look at Ney and then back to Rafaella. “Let’s see…”



Each of the guys leave in their respective cars, Rafaella leaves with Gabi and that leaves you with Neymar.

“Lovely, they pick me up but can’t drop me off” you mutter.

“I don’t mind” Ney says and looks at you. “Although it’s kind of late, you should stay the night” he says and you turn to look at him.

“What?”

“I-” he rubs the back of his neck. “I can take you home but I don’t really feel like driving right now” he admits.

“Oh” you blink. “It’s okay. I don’t mind if you don’t mind” you say and run a hand through your hair before sliding your hands awkwardly into your front pockets.

“I’ll give you one of my shirts so you can change and everything. I’ll set up the guest room” he says and smiles softly before nodding and making his way down the hallway.

In a couple of minutes he gives you one of his shirts and his sweat pants that could be tighten, hoping they’d fit. You take a quick shower and change before making your way to the living room where Ney sat staring at the TV.

“You are not going to sleep?” You ask softly and you seem to have broken his train of thoughts because he quickly shakes his head and runs a hand through his face. Was he crying?

“No. I’m not tired yet” he says after clearing his throat and you decide to make your way to him. “They fit” he says as he looks at you, trying to smile.

“Yeah” you say and sit besides him, your body facing his. “Ney, if you need to talk, I’m here, okay?” You say as you take in his poofy eyes. It was so rare to see him like this.

“I’m okay, I promise.”

“Ney” you say in a warning tone and he sighs, body shifting in his spot.

“I just thought she was the one. That this was it. The second was the charm but…”

“I know” you say as you look at him. “But you can’t let this put you down. There are more girls that would be happy to be with you” you say and scoot over and rest your head on his shoulder. “You are a wonderful person and you are talented. You are so sweet with girls that there is no way a girl would say no to you. I mean, look at those eyes” you say and reach to poke under his eyes and he chuckles and catches your finger and you giggle.

“I guess…”

“There will be other girls and you will find the one who will do anything and everything for you…” he smiles and pulls you closer and rests his forehead against your temple and you smile at the closeness. He was so vulnerable right now but you just wanted to move just a little…And you do.

You take in a soft intake of breath and move your head slightly so your foreheads are together. You look at him through your eyelashes and notice his eyes are closed. You shouldn’t be looking at his lips, but you are, and your lips move close to his and brush against them, waiting for a reaction. His hand moves to your leg which was pulled up on the couch when you sat. His thumb running circles around your thigh in a soothing manner.

You lean in and press a very feather like kiss on his lips, almost nothing but enough to know that it was there. Then another one more firm and you move slightly to wait for a reaction, biting your lip softly. For a few seconds, you expected him to pull away or say something that would break the moment, but nothing happened until his hand moved to your cheek and you lean to it, he presses a soft kiss against your lips, parting your own and liplocking.

A beat is skipped at the action and you sigh through your nostrils before moving your lips along with his. Your hand moves to rest on his neck as his rest on your cheek. The two of you kiss for a few seconds and he pulls away, his hand slides down the side of your body feeling your curves until they stop at your waist where he lifts the shirt slightly to sneak his hand to touch your skin.

You look up at him and notice his hazel eyes darkening and something about it made you feel some sort of way that you think twice your next action. Your body shifts and you move to sit on his lap while facing him, your hands resting on his shoulder and his own go quickly up to your waist. Eyes meet for a few seconds before the two of you lean in at the same time for another kiss, one that it’s more passionate yet urgent. Hands go under your shirt, more like his, and rest on your back while yours go around his neck and play with his curls as you kiss.

He let’s out a grunt and you grin softly as you make pressure on his lap. Your teeth catch his lip and tug at it making him grip your waist.

“Ney…” you breath out and he hums before moving to kiss along your neck. Your head tilts backward and he kisses your throat, teeth grazing the skin before biting making you moan quietly. This was escalating quickly and you had to stop it even if you didn’t want to. He was still hurt and he is probably not acting like he really should. You didn’t want this to be a rebound kind of thing because you liked Neymar and if he wasn’t sure of anything right now, you rather stop.

Yet the way his lips moved along your neck was clouding your judgement. Soft lips with a tease of his tongue in every kiss he gave to your neck. The way his hands gripped your hips so they stayed pressed to his shifting one’s, trying to find the perfect position to move against yours…

“Ney, please…” you moan out instead of having it come out in a normal tone and that encourages him to suck on your neck as his hand travels to the front of your shirt and down your stomach, hitching your breath.

“Dime (Tell me)” he whispers in a soft breath against your skin, now moving his shirt away to kiss your shoulders. You move your hips against his involuntarily, because the moment just asked for it and you moan quietly. This felt better than you imagined. It was more than you ever imagined actually. Yet, you had to put a stop at it because this might not be something based on true feelings.

“Stop…” you breath out and stop yourself from moving more. His mouth opens slightly and he drops his head to rest on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry I got carried away…” he mutters, his hand slowly leaving your skin to rest on top of the shirt.

“It’s okay…It’s just…I don’t want to be a rebound…” You admit to him and run a hand through his curls.

“You won’t be…”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I know…”

“You are hurt” you whisper, your lips moving to rest on his temple.

He stays silent and let’s out a small sigh before pulling away. “You know what I mean” he says, “you know there has always been something between us.”

“If you want this something to work, we have to make things the right way even if we are just teasing” you say and he nods his head and both of you smile.

“If that’s how you want it…”

“That’s how it should be…” he nods his head again and leans in to peck your lips.



Things work just fine within your agreement. He seemed happier, that’s for sure. You have decided to not be too cuddly with him in public so it didn’t affect his image of some sort, although of course Neymar didn’t care about that.

In that way of not being cuddly with him, you have found some fun in it when you went out with his friends. You would hug them and lean against them and Ney would get jealous. His expression would turn all serious and screaming possession, since his friends didn’t know about it. For you, this was quite amusing so you continued to do it despite his silent complains. Thing was, he was also doing the same and you tried to keep it down.

“Gil, come on” you say as you hold your hands out to him as you stand before him.

“Y/N, I just sat down” he says chuckling.

“I don’t care. Come on” you grin and he sighs before taking your hand. You look at Neymar and see him frowning and you simply wink before letting Gil lead the way. Definitely, your favorite place was being the club because of the reactions you got from Ney while here.

Your arms were around Gil’s neck and his arms were around your hips. You two laughed and danced for a few songs. He’d spin you around and hold you close to his chest while his lips grazed your ear sending a shiver down your spine and making you lean against him, resting your head on his shoulder closing your eyes.

After the song ended, he went to sit with the others and you follow, Neymar with a serious expression. As you walk towards him, someone catches your arm and you turn around quickly to punch whoever it was but you notice just in time it was your best friend.

“Michael!” You say over the loud music and he winks at you.

“Haven’t seen you in a while. Thought clubs weren’t your thing” he says as he let’s go of your arm and moves a little to the side away from the speakers.

“They aren't” you admit, “but those people over there hang here all the time and they drag me.”

“Is that Neymar? How the hell you know him?”

“His sister. She used to go a lot to the store I started working here and we became good friends.”

“That’s awesome” he says, a grin coming up his lips before looking at you. “Wanna dance this one?”

You look over your shoulder at Neymar and catch him looking at you as he sips on his drink. “Yeah” you say and look at Michael. “Lead the way” you say and stretch your hand to him, which he is quick to take and leads you to the group dancing.

You used to have a crush on him, his curls and his way of being were just adorable. Also those little freckles, but you two lost contact because of work and life so you ignored that feeling. Now you were crushing on Neymar…Who was currently asking a girl to dance that wasn’t in your circle as you looked over your shoulder for his reaction.

So he really wanted to do this…

You dance close to Michael to the rhythm of the song, swaying your hips, and maybe exaggerating a little, in case Neymar was watching. Michael’s hand goes around your waist and holds you close to him, the height difference making him lower down slightly to look down at you. You were going to use this opportunity the best that you could, because you could see Neymar holding the door too close for your liking.

You move forward to close the gap between Michael and your lips, having them only brush since you didn’t want Michael to get the wrong idea either. When Michael tries to do the same, you turn around in his grasp and press yourself to him, back against his chest, it was a dancing position you enjoyed lately to be able to take a good look at Neymar’s reaction. Difference between Gil and Michael was, Michael was ghosting his lips over the skin of your neck and your eyes flutter close at the sensation. A mere touch, but enough to have you weaken. Fingers run through his curls and he takes it as an encouragement to kiss your neck.

Now when you look at Neymar, you frown at the scenery. He was with two girls by his side, arms around their waist and he was kissing, ACTUALLY kissing, the one on the right while the one on the left kissed his neck. Your blood seemed to boil through your veins and you had a fire inside of you that only had you wanting to push them away…

You should’ve expected such behavior from him. You did told him that he was hurt and he was trying to get comfort somehow, and that it wouldn’t be just with you like he was so sure of.

Body shifts slightly in the grasp you were in, hand going around Michael’s neck before pulling him down for a kiss. He is caught by surprise, that you were sure of, but he gives in and returns the kiss. Both hands rest on your waist and pull you even closer to him as he tries to deepen the kiss, and you let him because the song was about to be over and he will have to pull away. And he does.

“That…”

“I’m sorry” you say, trying to look in shock so it didn’t seem so obvious you used him to spark some jealousy on Ney. “The song and all…Don’t get me wrong…”

“It’s fine. I get it” Michael waves off and you nod your head.

“If it helps, you kiss amazing” you laugh and he chuckles.

“Thanks, I guess.”

The night goes on and you spend some more time talking with Michael, trying to ignore Neymar’s presence until he had to get you home. He waved goodbye in a very dismissing way to his friends before you two start walking over to his car. Complete silence.

When you get to his car, he turns you around and backs you up against the passenger side.

“Had fun with that one over there?” He growls as he looks at you.

“Oh, you mean Michael or Gil?” You tilt your head to the side as if thinking. “Answer is yes to both anyway.” You swear you hear a growl coming from his throat.

“ ‘You kiss amazing’ “ he mocks. “Seems like you forgot about something for a moment” he says and tries to lean in but you move to the side.

“You mean your two girls?” You ask and he rests your head on the crook of your neck.

“Payback is a bitch, isn’t it?” He asks, a mischievous chuckle coming from him.

“Yeah” you agree, his lips now moving in one spot on your neck and you have to do everything in your power to not give in. “But I can be more of a bitch” you say and push him away with a smirk.

“You really want to go there?” he asks. “Deverdad quieres jugar asi? (Do you really wanna play like that?)”

“Mhm” you hum and grin. “Are you up for it?”

He chuckles as he looks down before looking at you through his eyelashes, “If you think you can win…”

“Game on, then” you say triumphantly and he comes close to you again.

Fingers move down your waist and down your curves ‘till they reach the side of your thigh. He is looking down before he gives you THAT look again and he leans in quickly to kiss you. Lips move against his, matching his pace and your hands rest on his shoulders before you push him for a second time, this time more gentle.

“Take me home, Ney. I’m tired” you say and turn around, waiting for him to open the door.

You hear him chuckle to himself and open the door for you, “As you wish, princesa” he teases.

This was going to be a very interesting game and challenge and you couldn’t wait for the outcome.

Imagine…

Kylian’s teammates teasing him about his crush on you

Originally posted by potatokroos

“Bro, I think your girlfriend is here.” Neymar elbowed Kylian lightly with a mischievous smile.

“Oh, [Y/N] came already? Wait - she is not my girlfriend!” The young footballer clasped his hand over his mouth and Neymar burst into laughter.

“She sure isn’t. Come on, I see the way you smile when she texts you and you always play better when she’s here to support you and the team.” The Brazilian explained. “Just go for it already, man.”

“I am not going to ruin a perfectly good friendship just because you’ve seen too many telenovelas and are convinced everything has a happy ending!” Kylian argued, folding his clothes in his sports bag and putting on a pair of sneakers. “It’s not that easy.”

“It isn’t friendship when you’re in love.” His teammate replied with an unusually solemn and serious expression. “But whatever you decide.”

You almost got hit in the face with the door as Kylian left the locker room, his heart skipped a beat when he saw you there.

“How much did you hear?” He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“Enough. You -” you pointed your finger at him, “have some serious explaining to do.” The tone of your voice became gentler upon looking in his eyes, he looked like a lost, lovesick puppy.

“Maybe we could talk about it during a dinner date?”

// ok now I wanna write SO MANY football imagines cause I’m in a world cup mood yay 🎉🎉 //

Silent Treatment - Neymar

Hey guys, this is a Neymar Imagine to the Number three of the Drabble Challenge, i really hope you like this x 

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Originally posted by warlorck

3. “You can’t just sit there all day.”

“You can’t just sit there all day.” Neymar said.

But I didn’t bother to turn around and look at him, it wasn’t like that’s gonna change anything. I pressed my lips together as I blinked a few times and continued to stare out of the window. I sat on the couch in my office in our house. It was raining outside and I enjoyed watching the raindrops battling each other. I had been sitting here for hours already, just enjoying or trying to enjoy the silence and the relaxing rain. I didn’t get up once, unless I had to pee that I quickly went to the adjoining bathroom but I cam right back here to continue sitting here. I thought Neymar would turn around and leave again like he did the last two times but he sat down on the couch beside me. I saw him starring at me from the corner of my eye but I didn’t turn around. He sighed as he opened his mouth again but closed it again. It begin raining more again and I sighed out.

„Y/N“ he started.

„Please talk to me“ he said or it was more of a begging.

He wasn’t used to me ignoring him, not paying attention to him at all. I always did my best to talk to him, listen to him, even if I wasn’t feeling well, even if there was something else I should be doing. But I always had time for him, I always made time for him. And I wasn’t asking for much when I just wanted him to listen to me, for once. Well he couldn’t even do that. I understood him being busy, with champions league and la liga, I did get that. But I got work too and when I came home exhausted and I had a fight with my best friend and I just wanted someone to talk to but he didn’t even listen to me instead of just went to his room and played fifa there then well yeah of course I would be pissed.

Well that all has been yesterday evening and since then not a lot has changed, he went to training early this morning so we haven’t seen each other for a few hours when he came back and tried talking to me, I ignored him. Maybe I was overreacting but I just wanted his attention for once and I wanted to make him realize. Well Neymar didn’t bother to try more so he quickly disappeared and left the room but after some time he returned talking to me again, but I wouldn’t give in, not that easy.

„Baby, please, I know you’re mad but please just let me make it up to you“ he said I didn’t turn around but I could picture him pouting.

„Babe“ he said and moved closer to me.

„Baby“ he said as he wrapped his arm around me.

„Mi amour“ he said as he pressed a kiss to my cheek.

„Babygirl“ he said and that was all it took for me to roll my eyes at him and a small smile playing on my lips as I shook my head slightly.

„I’m sorry“ he said.

„I’m sorry for always talking to you about my problems and what is bothering me“ he said.

„It’s not that. I want you to tell me whats going on“ I said as I finally turned my face so I could look at him.

„It would just be nice if I could tell you some things too, you know“ I said.

„I promise to listen to you from now on“ he said as he pressed another kiss to my cheek.

„Just please promise me you never ignore me again“ he said.

„That has been the worst few hours of my life“ he said and started to pout which made me giggle.

„I promise baby boy“ I said, a smile playing on my lips.

„I love you“ he said as he leaned his forehead against mine and I closed my eyes as I sighed out.

„I love you too“ I said as he pressed his lips softly on mine.

Imagine #15 Maluma or Neymar? -Part 1

Originally posted by kingmaluma

Today was the day: Maluma’s concert. Gil, one of my close friends from college, had surprised me with a golden circle ticket since he knew how big of a fan I was. After a lot of persuading I had convinced him to pay for my own ticket so I paid him the money back. He and one of his friends were coming to pick me up in a few hours.

I met Gil at college; we were both photography students. He often helped me with stuff and just things in general. He was a great friend. Whenever I was over at his apartment a couple of his friends were there too, including the famous Neymar Jr, whom he knew from his childhood. The fact that he was famous didn’t really affect me, of course I knew him, but his presence didn’t do much to me. I treated him like any other person and I think in a way he really appreciated that.

I was wearing a pair of ripped high waisted jeans with a simple white crop top. For shoes I just went with a pair of white Huaraches. My hair was in two dutch braids. I still had an hour left, so I decided to eat something to prevent myself from getting hungry during the concert. I put some left overs from yesterday’s chinese take-out in the microwave, when I received a phone call. I picked up the phone and saw Gil was calling.

“Hey Gil, what’s up?” I greeted him.

“Hi Y/N, I called to-” He interrupted himself by coughing, “I called to tell you I can’t make it to the concert.”

“WHAT? But why?” I whined and fake cried.

“I have the worst fever, I’m so sorry. But Neymar will go, he’ll pick you up the same time we agreed upon.” The guilt was evident in his voice. I felt bad for him.

“Crap Gil, I’m sorry. That sucks! I’ll try to make the most out of it without you!” I joked with him.

“Thanks, say hi to Maluma for me.” He chuckled.

“Oh believe me, I will.” I laughed.

I talked to him some more while eating my food and eventually we said our goodbyes and I hung up. Soon enough I heard a honk coming from outside. I assumed it was Neymar when I could see the fancy Audi outside my window. Once I double-checked if I had everything, I stepped out of my house and locked the door behind me. I waved at Neymar while walking towards the car. He was leaning against the car waiting for me. I gave him a hug and he kissed my cheek.

“Hi Ney. How are you?” I greeted him happily.

“I’ve never been better, thanks. How have you been holding up?”

“College is tiring, but yeah, I’ll survive.” I laughed. I got into the car when he had opened the door for me and he swiftly walked around the car to get in himself.

“Good.” He smiled at me.

“Thank you for picking me up by the way.”

“No biggie, I wouldn’t make you miss this opportunity to see the love of your life.” He joked and gave me a wink as he drove off.

I’m sure the blush was evident on my face. Damn it Gil, he must’ve told Ney about my crush on Maluma.

“I wouldn’t say the love of my life, but yes, maybe I have just a little crush on him.”

He gave me a smirk, “Sure. Gil told me otherwise.” I playfully rolled my eyes at him. “You look nice by the way.”

“Gracias, you don’t look bad yourself.” I shamelessly eyed his outfit while saying so.

“Did I tell you we are meeting Maluma before the show.” He informed casually.

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The Point • Neymar Imagine

“Leo is gonna be here soon and you have your seat right beside him so just wait.” Says Neymar and looks around.
“Can’t I just go by myself? Ney, I’ve been here like thousand times.“I groan. The game against Villareal is starting in about 30 minutes and Neymar won’t even let me go find my seat alone.
"I know, but I feel better when you’re safe so just let me be my overprotective me, okay?"He says and looks me in the eyes. Seconds later he sees something behind me and smiles. It’s Leo who is walking towards us.
"Grandpa arrived!"Neymar laughs and we all greet each other. After out quite intimidate but short kiss, he jogs towards the dressing rooms and leaves us alone. We go to our seats and throughout the whole walk and waiting for the game we’re having fun conversation. I’ve actually known Lio for longer than Neymar so we have some kind of connection.


The beginning is tough. They are the first ones to score and Camp Nou is going crazy. Then here he is. Neymar scoring the first goal. Munir running inside the penalty area. Penalty. Neymar gives it to Suarez who makes it two to zero. It’s after 80th minute when Neymar gets the ball near midfield and passes it to Suarez who soon gives it back. Then Ney scores the goal. He lifted the ball over a defender before slotting the ball past goalkeeper. Everyone, including me, is amazed by what he’s doing on the pitch tonight. Especially Lio who is just quietly sitting and staring.
Seeing Neymar smiling and that happy is the most precious thing to me.
The game finishes 3-0 and I’m more than happy about it. The team needed it so much and they got it. I stay in the VIP area that I was sitting in for a few more minutes to talk with Arda and other people that attended the game and I knew or met today by Leo’s introduction. Then I decide to go see the players. Neymar is probably after first interviews and I want to catch him before he gets to the shower. And in the middle of all the reporters there he is. He’s sweaty, dirty, tired but satisfied and I want nothing more than to tell him how good he was. He spots me when I enter the room and tries to keep his attention on the interviewer but he still manages to steal few glances at me. When he finally finishes, he comes up to my spot in the corner of the room which is starting to be empty.
"Hi babe.” He says with a wide smile on his face and wraps his arms around my waist.
“Hi.” I kiss him and put my hand on his torso and the other one around his neck.“You did an amazing job.” I break the kiss and look him in the eyes.
“Aw, are you proud of me now?"He teases me.
"Very, very proud."I admit and laugh.
"You’re acting like my mum.” He kisses me again and this time it’s more heated than the last one.
“I am just very proud of my boyfriend."I hug him tightly and place a kiss in the crack of his neck.
"I’m sweaty and I smell so I wouldn’t be so touchy if I were you.”
“I like that.” I grin. “It makes you look sexy."I look him in the eyes and can’t help my laugh.
"So you don’t mind if I don’t take a shower and we go straight to the bed?"He asks with a spark in his eyes.
"The sheets would be as dirty as you and I’m not a huge fan of this idea.”
We soon get distributed by Geri after his interviews. They go to the dressing room and I’m left with Lio once again. We just sit somewhere and laugh at everything for a longer while. After some time players start to flow out of the dressing room in small groups and they decide whether they are going out to celebrate or not. Soon I fell an arm wrapping around my waist and someone standing behind me. I quickly recognize Ney who immediately joins the conversation and starts joking around.
“Do you want to go for a drink?” The question is directed to me.
“It’s up to you really.”
“I thought you would want to score another goal tonight Ney.” Dani says.
“Although it’s such a pity it’s not gonna be against Villa, four to zero would be nice.” Geri adds and this time no one can control their laughter and grins. Even I can’t fully control the smile forming in my face at the thought of what’s gonna happen we come home.
We decide to go for a drink or two and when we arrive Neymar declares he’s not drinking today and that’s a silent permission for me to order myself something. I get one drink which is quite light and then the second one which is sip for a longer while. I don’t think I’m even a little bit tipsy when we leave.
“I think Dani is expecting us to become parents soon.” Neymar says when we leave the parking lot.
“Yeah, I think he also expected that after the treble.” I sigh and he laughs.“Can we stop at some shop? We need few things.”


We were supposed to only buy few things but it’s turns out to be a huge shopping session. You always know that shit got real when Neymar starts reading what’s written at the back of the product. Now, I’m the bored one who want to go home so I just passively follow him around.
“Can we go home, please?” I wrap my hands around his neck and look him in the eyes.“I’m so bored and we don’t even need these things.” I whine and try to keep the eye contact with him.
“Ten more minutes, I promise."He gently kisses my forehead and gets back to reading some stupid things.
I really do feel ignored right now.
I put a kiss in the crack of his neck, then another one a little higher and another and another when I reach the corner of his lips and gently place a kiss there. One of hands travels under his shirt to find his hot skin and the other one stays where it was, on the neck. I really want him to lean in the kiss but he doesn’t seem to have any will to give in.
"No, no, no."Neymar stops the kiss and looks me in the eyes when I finally got his attention."I’d love to do many things with you right now but let’s just wait until we go home, okay?”
“So can we go home now?” I make a sad face and pout my lips and he just kisses them quickly. I just got excited.
“Wait till we get home.” He smiles and that’s one of the smiles that announce big things coming.


When we finally get home after shopping that felt like forever, we unpack all the stuff and I just lay down on the couch and don’t move. All of the things I’ve done today got me so tired and it’s not even late in the evening. It’s turns out that I fell asleep and when I wake up, I am under a warm and cozy blanket with my head on Neymar’s lap and him stroking my hair. He’s just watching some movie on the tv that’s playing in the background.
“Hi."I mumble and manage to sit up in the couch.
"Hi there.” Neymar smiles and he seems really relived I’m awake.“You’re up in the right time, Sevilla and Real are playing in fifteen minutes.”

The match starts and we seem to get closer and closer to each other throughout it. When we reach the halftime I’m sat on Neymar’s lap. Earlier we were just finding comfortable positions but now when I turn around and face him with his hands on my hips, I can finally feel the wanted tension between us. He makes me lean for a kiss which quickly turns into a make out session. I let his tongue when he runs his hands down my body, separates my legs and makes me grin down on his crotch.
“Match or sex?"I ask breathless but I realize how stupid the question was when I feel him laughing through the kiss. He soon stands up, putting his hands back on my hips and holding me all the way to the bedroom.
He sits down on the bed and I whisper a soft "I love you.” against his mouth before I put my hand on his stomach which he flexes under my touch so I can feel every inch of his muscles. I put some pressure on him so he lies down on the bed.
“Can we get to the point?"He impatiently mutters when I start kissing his neck and loose any interest in his lips.
In response I take off his shirt and start kissing my way down his chest, stomach and finally hips. I bite my lip the moment Neymar’s groans my name after I start palming his crotch and my lips are back at the waistband of his boxers. He moans again and I unzip his pants and slide them with his boxers all the way down his legs. I knee on the floor and he instinctively separates his legs so I can get a better access. I place kisses up his tight with my hands wrapped around his member. All of my actions are accompanied by his moans and when I suck the skin on his hip and work with my hand at the same time he doesn’t even try to be quiet.
"If you wanna fuck, you might want to stop."He moans breathless after few minutes of me torturing his abdomen.
I stop and stand up to see him looking at me with his eyes slightly blurry and distant and his hands gripping the sheets.
I’m soon lying with him hovering over me and taking control over everything again.
The kisses start again and this time they are more restless and aggressive you could tell. We get rid of my clothes few minutes after and he only stops our kiss to take off my shirt and reach for the condom the the drawer in the nightstand.
I moan and close my eyes when he fills me and finds the soft spot on my neck. He sucks it there and it sends shivers down my spine.
"Slow?"He asks and buries his head between my neck and shoulder. I’m unable to speak so I just moan and it’s enough for him.
He keeps the thrusts slow until we both start breathing faster. Then he starts building up the pace and holds my hips down when I try to meet his hips halfway. His thrusts are getting deeper and faster and I unconsciously dig my nails into his shoulders. He keeps the pace and I can’t hold my moans after few minutes if his mouth torturing my neck. His moans also get more frequent after few minutes and he finally goes faster again.
"Oh my god."I breathe and my nails scrape down his back.
I’m sure that’s gonna leave marks.
I open my eyes to see his face just above mine. His lips are parted and eyes closed and there’s only pleasure on his face. I wrap my legs around his hips to get even closer to him.
"Babe please."He pants and tries to go even faster. I soon feel it coming and I reach my orgasm just after Neymar does. He looks tired with his eyes closed and few drops of sweat on his forehead when he lies down right next to him. I turn on my side to face him and give him a quick kiss on the lips.

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