authors note: this is so bad but i haven’t posted in a while. LMK IF THERE’S ANY MISTAKES PLS 🫣 i hope y’all like another toxic!ney story, i love the angst.
since arriving in qatar for the world cup, you noticed neymar acting weird towards you. honestly you didn't think too much of it until you saw that a brumar fanpage posted that bruna was also in qatar.
what the fuck..? first off, why was instagram suggesting you a brumar fanpage? rude. second of all, why was bruna in qatar? was she there for neymar? did he know she was here? many questions ran through your mind making you feel overwhelmed in a matter of seconds. instead of letting this ruin your mood, you pushed it to the back of your mind and went to meet your best friend at the hotel restaurant.
"you’ll never guess what i read a few minutes ago" you told lucas as you sat down in front of him.
"what?" he asked uninterested as he scrolled through his phone.
"apparently bruna is here in qatar, but i’m not 100% sure though i didn’t read the article or anything, i just opened instagram and boom there it was on a brumar fanpage. it could’ve been clickbait, i mean it probably was-" you blurted out making lucas look up from his phone concerned.
"dude, you are rambling, breathe" he asked you as he reached forward to hold your hands, you hadn’t noticed they were slighly shaking. you closed your eyes and after taking a deep breath you looked up at him.
“why are you so worked up about that? so what if she's here?" he asked clueless.
"you don’t get it, what if she’s with neymar right now?" you asked.
"imposible he’s training" he interrupted you.
"well, maybe not right now right now, but what if he’s cheating on me? i don’t know…you have to admit it’s kinda weird that she’s here" you looked at him pleadingly, waiting for him reasure you that that couldn’t be a posibility.
"what are you talking about? he would never and you know it." he let out a chuckle before turning serious "i’d kill him if he did"
"shut up" you rolled your eyes and laughed "it is weird that she’s here, i don’t know, i have a bad feeling"
"i’ll keep an eye on him if that makes you feel better" lucas winks at you before grabbing his phone again.
"yes, please do" you say as your eyes search for the waiter to take your order.
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sadly, the team lost, everyone was back in brazil except neymar. it was him who decided to stay in qatar a few days. everyone close to him knew how much he suffered anytime he lost something big, and loosing the world cup this year really took a toll on him, but anyone close to him also knew that he always bounced back. partying was a perfect distraction for him, when rafaella announced she was having a party back in brazil you knew he would be the first person there. she had invited basically everyone, and you felt weird about it. something in your gut was telling you that bruna was going to be there aswell. neymar coming out of the bathroom snapped you out of your thoughts.
"what’s on your mind? " he asked as he laid down next to you.
"nothing really, i just got rafaella's text about the party" you said and noticed he looked taken aback with what you just said "what?"
"nothing... are you going?"
"what do you mean? of course i’m going" you shot him a confused look "do you not want me to go?" you furrowed your eyebrows.
"obviously i want you to go baby" he sat up "it’s just that you know, i’ll probably will be with the team and what not" he explained scratching the back of his neck.
"i didn’t know the team was going... but that’s fine i can hang out with paqueta" you sat up as well and placed a kiss on his shoulder.
"why do i have a feeling that you love him more than me?" he asked as he looked at you smiling.
"because i do" you replied waiting for his reaction, he just pouted his lips at you "i’m kidding" you giggled kissing him.
"that’s what i thought" he said before getting up and walking towards his suitcase. you furrowed your brows.
"are we going back to brazil tonight?" you asked as you watched him open the suitcase.
"yep, get packing" he said as he scanned the room for his things.
"ok mr.bossy"
after an incredibly long flight you landed in brazil. you arrived two hours before the party, neymar inmediataly went to rafaella's to pregame and you decided to go home, unpack and rest a little bit before getting ready.
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the party had stared about half an hour ago, you were waiting for lucas since he offered to drive you. while you were retouching your makeup you heard a car pulling in with loud music, that was definitely him. you threw a lip gloss and your phone in your purse and hurried outside.
"you know there’s people sleeping right?" you yelled at him while you closed the door.
"what?" he yelled back with a smile while opening your door from inside.
"i said..." you replied sitting down and lowering the volume "there’s people sleeping" you looked at him.
"tsk, fuck them" he laughed before kissing your cheek "are we ready to go?" he asked as he turned the volume up again. you gave him a look and lowered it a bit more.
"yep" you said as you buckled up and took your phone out to apply more lip gloss. you noticed a lot of people were tagging you in a instagram post so you decided to open it. a picture of bruna wearing a short black dress shinned on you face, in the caption it read.
bruna biancardi arriving at rafaella's party looking beautiful as always. neymar’s supposed girlfriend is nowhere to be seen though. was she invited by accident or is rafaella also rooting for brumar?
"what’s wrong?" paqueta asked you when he noticed the look on your face.
"fuck rafaella" you said as you finished applying lip gloss and locked your phone.
"woah? what happened?" he questioned looking at you from the rearview mirror.
"the bitch invited bruna to the party and you know how neymar is with her." you let out a sigh as you looked out the window. he placed his hand on your knee and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
"i know what you’re thinking" he gave you a look "and don’t" he slapped your knee playfully.
"i know i shouldn't, but i just... don't know, forget about it" you turned up the music as he shot you a concerned look.
you grabbed your phone again and tried calling neymar... no answer. when you arrived at the party there was no sign of neymar, not even a text back, fuck.
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lucas snapped his fingers in your face, grabbing your attention.
"what?" you were already feeling the alcohol in your body, you didn’t even remember how many shots you drank.
"stop thinking about that. drink" he pushed a shot towards you while taking one himself.
"i’m sorryyy, i can’t help it" you took it making a slight face "you have to admit it’s weird he isn’t by my side right now, he’s usually stuck to me like gum"
"he’s probably passed out on the floor or something" he replied shrugging.
"well then he should be passed out next to me, not on the floor" you replied as you crossed your arms. he looked so done with you.
"let’s look for him after three more shots, yeah?" he suggested calling the bartender over. you noticed rafaella was standing a few feet away so when the bartender placed the shots on the table you drank yours immediately causing lucas to look at you extremely concerned.
"i’m gonna ask rafaella" you told him and started walking over to her. when she saw you she started to walk away but you sped up and grabbed her arm.
"hey babe" she turned around and gave you a forced smile.
"where’s ney? i can’t find him, i tried calling him and nothing" you told her.
"i don’t know, there’s a lot of people here if you can’t tell" she replied with attitude.
"oh i noticed, you let anyone in" you smiled at her, referring to bruna. she pressed her lips in a thin line and looked around.
"i don’t know, he’s probalby blacked out somewhere. excuse me" she walked towards someone that was calling her. you went back to lucas and grabbed his drink before shugging it.
"woah, let’s calm down now, i was about to drink that" he frowned and crossed his arms.
"let’s look for neymar now, yeah?"
"fine" he rolled his eyes before grabbing a drink and letting out a sigh.
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after checking every room and bathroom possible with no sign of him, you grew more anxious and lucas was starting to notice.
"check in the master bedroom again while i go to the bathroom, if he’s not there then he’s actually lost" lucas suggested before speeding towards the bathroom.
you walked up to the room and opened the door. no one was there but something inside you made you snoop around. there was a door you hadn’t noticed earlier, maybe it was a closet or something. you tried to open it but it was kinda jammed up, you heard some shuffling inside.
when the door finally opened up neymar was standing a few inched away from it. you jumped in his arms and started kissing his face making him smile.
"what are you doing here? i’ve been calling you since i got here?" you slurred a bit.
"someone’s been having a good time" he kissed your nose "my phone must’ve been on do not disturb or something. sorry baby" he pecked your lips before putting you down.
you were so drunk you didn’t think to check inside the room or to even question him further. you were just happy you finally had found him.
"let’s go downstairs, i need a shot" he said, walking you out of the bedroom.
you texted lucas to let him know that you found neymar, he didn’t seem to notice the text because after going to the bathroom he headed straight towards the bedroom.
he thought no one was inside and was about to leave when he heard someone struggling. he walked in and noticed a shoeless bruna trying to zip up her dress.
"oh fuck, i’m sorry" he slurred while looking away. bruna turned around and smiled at him
“don’t worry it’s fine, can you zip me up?" she asked and a drunken lucas walked up to her and helped her with her dress.
"thank you" she replied as she grabbed her shoes "tell neymar he left his coat here" she told him before leaving.
he thought he heard wrong at first, but something clicked inside of him when he saw your message. suddenly he felt sober, and not only sober, he also felt angry.
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you were cuddling with neymar on a couch, he was calling the bartender over for more shots when your phone vibrated.
paquetá: where are you?
paqueta: i’m gonna break his fucking face
you: by the bar
you: what happened
you: hello ?
you stared confused at the screen before looking up. suddenly everything felt like it was in slow motion. bruna walking down the stairs holding her shoes was followed by an angry lucas holding neymar’s coat.
lucas was fuming when he walked over and instinctively you walked up to him and grabbed his face, making him look down at you.
"don’t do something stupid, let’s go” you threatened. he looked extremely mad and deep down you knew why, you couldn’t face it in the moment.
you squeezed his face a little harder, if looks could kill neymar would be dead right now. he let out a deep exhale before meeting your eyes, he threw the coat on the floor before walking out.
“what’s his deal?” neymar asked when he walked up to you.
“his deal? what’s your deal?” you snapped at him
“what do you mean?” he tried to play it off as if you were dumb or something.
“you’re an asshole, you know that?” you wanted to cry but you didn’t let yourself. he stared at you confused. “you want to be with that bitch so bad? then be with her, because you’ve lost me.”
“what are you talking about..” he started to say but you just walked out and straight up ignored him.
bruna was getting in her car as you walked out, seeing her drive away after ruining your relationship hurt a lot. the grin on her face made you want to die. lucas took your hand and dragged you to his car.
“my place?” he asked as he opened the door.
“for sure” you replied getting in.
surprisingly you weren’t crying or anything, something inside you just knew, you felt numb. how could he be so shameless you could never know.
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the amount of missed calls and messages he had left you was insane. lucas was still sleeping when neymar asked you to meet up. you probably should’ve just said no but something inside of you felt like you needed to do it.
he picked you up and the car ride was incredibly silent. you wanted him to say something but nothing came out of his mouth. with every passing moment you felt tears form in your eyes. after a few minutes of driving around he pulled over and turned the car off.
“why did you do this to me?” you asked breaking the silence.
“i was drunk” he replied like that was a valid reason.
“and?”
“what do you mean and? it’s been hard for me, you know that. i just needed-”
“to fuck her?” you interrupted him. “that’s what you needed?”
he didn’t say anything, he just stared at you for a few minutes.
he suddenly turned the car on and drove you back. you honestly didn’t know what to do or say next. you felt lost.
when you arrived at lucas’ house you hesitated before getting out of the car. maybe he was finally going to say something that would make you forgive him and forget about what happened but again, he was completely silent. you got out slamming the door.
lucas was waiting for you inside and when he saw you he wrapped his arms around you tightly. that’s when you broke down.
Hiiii i was wondering if you would write for vini?
i was actually gonna add him to the original list but i think now would be a more appropriate time to add him, feel free to send in requests and i'll see what i can do <3
richarlison seems the type of boyfriend to hype you up constantly, no matter the situation or scenario. he loves being your #1 hypeboy !!
you’re gonna get needy richy,, remember when he publicly spoke about getting an island full of women just for himself?? yeah,, pretty needy
sucker for physical contact, he literally needs you near him 24/7 or he’ll start blowing up your phone until you have a legitimate reason to not be sitting on him, next to him or in front of him.
boasts about you, SO MUCH. richarlison is pretty confident and i feel as if he’d love showing you off as his girl to the world bec like?? you’re the prettiest woman ever,, everyone needs to know you.
he’s gonna teach you all his moves, force you to make tiktoks with him and probably even teach you how to use the templates.
i feel like during arguments he might struggle with communicating a bit but as time goes on, he finds it much easier.
could never raise his voice at you, the type to listen to his s/o when they tell him off. (reminds me of when hakimi was getting scolded by hiba 😭)
whenever he’s feeling emotional, i feel like he’s also one that loves quality time. loves watching movies, cuddling, napping together, cooking meals together or just being around you in general.
when he met you, he was really really shy and wouldn’t be able to make eye contact with you so often he would blurt out how pretty and beautiful you are randomly because you just have that affect on him.
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i feel like whenever he wants it, he really makes sure you know he wants it and also makes sure that you want it as much as he does.
i don’t think he’s always horny, but he’s definitely horny a lot of the time.
richy really reminds me of those dirty-minded people that refuse to admit they’re dirty-minded when they’re actually one of the most dirty-minded people on planet earth.
HE GIVES OFF BIG DICK ENERGY. I DONT EVEN CARE.
likes giving you what you want before allowing you to please him.
dom but soft & hard, depends on his mood. also, he loves loves loves praising it’s like one of the things he’s best at.
his aftercare is real good, i feel like richarlison is a gentleman though the man acts like he has never had an interaction with a woman in his life.
he loves bathing you, like in want me to show you, i instantly thought about him and a bath because it just made sense in my head.
the morning after, he’s probs the type to tease you about how loud he made you moan and how sore he probably left you..
helloooo, have a request with ney and paqueta, maybe cheating involved, ney being the affair and lucas finds out - idk girlyyyy i love smut and angst in one fic🥹 love ur writing btw
themes; cheater!reader, best-friend neymar, smut mentioned, not heavy!! pretty heartless reader sorry yall, sad paquetá, pre-sad ending
content warning (s): vulgar language and vomit !
you were never one to look around for trouble, even be one to purposely cause it. but something about sleeping with your boyfriend’s best-friend was rather astonishing overall. you could never shake off the feeling of thrills you got when spending time around or with him.
how anxious you got from it, how high you felt, the panic the both of you felt when hearing the slightest noise.
yes, he was his best mate but seriously.. how were you going to break it to your boyfriend that you’ve been sleeping with his brazilian best-friend?
instead of causing issues, you simply refused to tell him. neymar was deep inside of you, sliding in and out while groaning lowly. moans slipped out so smoothly from your mouth, it was only wednesday in the afternoon.
lucas finished practice late on wednesdays, he was asked to stay back on wednesdays to get personal training. also, sometimes got some late dinner with a few of his teammates. now, what was neymar doing in london?
neymar had been here for an event of his own, he’d be throwing a huge event in the next few days and he decided to pay you a nice little visit.
once he came over, the two of you only chatted for such small time. one thing had lead to another and now he was in your bedroom, naked, sticky and dripping of sweat. the way he made you feel was almost indescribable, heavenly, divine, blessed, out of the world.
you couldn’t help but appreciate how well neymar had made you come, it was something you weren’t so able to fathom. the room smelt of sex, the proximity between the two of you clearly said something, the alluring sounds that came from neymar had made you feel something.
he grunted, whispering things in your ear whilst quickening the pace so that he could finish the both of you off. you reached your climax, whimpering.
now, this wasn’t really what you planned to happen when your boyfriend found out about the affair. after the following events, the two of you had gotten dressed up. he made a joke about something, you didn’t really hear him but laughed anyway.
the two of you left the bedroom together and sat on the couch in your living room. your boyfriend was going to be home any minute and you’d rather die than have him catch you on sight with another man. neymar busied himself by fiddling with his rings, sliding them up and down on each of his fingers.
9:07pm, the text on the digital clock stood out rather boldly. once you heard a, ‘i’m home!’ you couldn’t help but feel rather anxious. something bad was about to happen, wasn’t it?
but once you saw the happy face on your boyfriends face you thought otherwise. “hey, baby!” he dropped his training bag, pulling you into his arms as he kissed you on the forehead. you gave him a soft smile, moving over so that he could see neymar. “brother!” lucas called out, extending his arms out with a wider smile. they dapped each-other up, then allowing it to turn into some sort of ‘bro-hug’ of their own kind.
they started babbling on about soccer, you weren’t in the mood to talk about the topic so you walked off into the kitchen to get some water. you were still feeling quite icky about the gut-feeling you got before.
you grabbed a cup, filling it up with ice and water. then you sat down on a chair, placing your cup of water on the kitchen counter. you were just letting your anxiety get to the best of you, weren’t you? everything was going to be fine, you’ve done it before. why were you feeling so anxious today?
“babe, neymar is putting on a movie. want to join?” paquetá popped up right in front of you so randomly, shocking you in a way. “sorry, love.” he chuckled as he saw how you flinched, apologising for suddenly scaring you.
“sure, sure.” you responded, getting up from your chair with a weak smile. the two of you walked into the living room, where neymar was still seen sitting in the same exact spot he was in before.
they exchanged small talk while you sat silently, deep in thought. you were busy trying to figure out why you felt so out of it right now. and soon enough, the three of you got comfortable and neymar had started the movie on the big screen. you pushed away those thoughts, letting them go to the back of your mind and distracting yourself with the movie.
a few minutes in, lucas started reaching for you. holding hands with you and putting an arm around you, seeking for some type of comfort since it was common for you guys to be affectionate.
you began feeling bad. very bad. he was such a good boyfriend, he didn’t deserve any of this. he didn’t deserve what you and neymar had been doing behind your back, he didn’t deserve to not know. you didn’t deserve him at all, why were you doing this to him?
and soon, those same feelings came back. you began feeling anxious again, but this time, with a tinge of throwing up. yes, you felt so anxious you literally felt like throwing up. you tried holding it for the rest of the movie but you couldn’t deal with it for any longer, you got up halfway through the movie and ran to the bathroom in your bedroom.
you threw yourself onto the floor immediately, ducking your head over the toilet. you never dared to look at your vomit, it disturbed you in a way. lucas rushed to your side, trying his best to aid you.
“where’s neymar?” you questioned, although you were so pained from vomiting your guts out. you didn’t even know why you were looking for him, he wasn’t your boyfriend so why did you care? “he’s left. i got him to leave since you don’t feel the best..” he pulled your hair behind your ear. one of his common habits.
“clean yourself up, baby. let me get a towel, i’ll be back.” you looked at the floor as he got up to leave the bathroom, that feeling of guilt came back. it milked your mouth dry, you felt your heart twitch for some reason.
you stood up, flushing the toilet and going to wash your face with cold water. you began brushing your teeth since you hated the aftertaste of your vomit, spitting it out and sitting down on a chair after you were done.
lucas had been gone for awhile, actually. you began wondering what he was doing that was taking him so long, so you left the bathroom.
your heart dropped as you see him hunched over on the bed. was he crying?
“baby, what’s wro—.” he interrupted you angrily, “don’t baby me.” he stood up, holding up a clear piece of evidence. neymar had accidentally stained one of the blankets when he pulled out and i completely forgot about it because i thought it wasn’t even noticeable.
“with my best-friend? really?” lucas exclaimed, raising his voice in both anger and pain. how did he even know it was neymar? “it’s all making sense, the nights out in paris.. the day trips you went on?” lucas murmmured to himself.
you were scared for what was to come, “lucas, i was going to tell you!” you defended, though nothing could get rid of how wrong you were.
“no, you weren’t! you weren’t going to fucking tell me!” his expression hurt you even more, “you fucked him, here in this bed! our bed! our fucking home!”
“what did i do to deserve this?” he cried out, his tone indicating that he was feeling so many emotions. as much as you wanted to hold him, you knew that this was your fault. “nothing.. you did nothing. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry for what i did.” you managed to choke out, pausing every few words.
he was right. he didn’t deserve this.
“you aren’t sorry, (name) why the fuck did you do this!” he shouted. this really was all your fault, you couldn’t fix any of this.
you couldn’t even explain why you did it now, it felt so fun at the beginning but it left you feeling so shameful.
and after he had finished yelling, you were told to pack your things and go. you knew that you deserved this, so you did as told. but you couldn’t help but feel so sick for the man who lost who he thought was his lover and his so called best-friend.
I know I haven’t put a lot of context in but can you
pleaseee pretty please do some kind of angst turned in to smut in to fluff for richarlison and the reader so like they have an argument then do whatever 😭 and then there’s after care thank youuu 💛
hi anon, <3 this one took a while so sorry 4 the wait ! love u and thank u for this request. hope u like ittt
themes; smut, not heavy tho.. could say it was pretty soft smut but also angry smut? this was my first time writing smut hope it was ok!!! huge richie lool, jealous reader and jealousjealous richarlison, ft lucas & vini, aftercare, bubble bath !!! fluffy & cute ending
content warning: vulgar language and mature content
“rich.” i sternly said, richarlison suddenly freezing up. we had just made it home after a dinner with a few of his friends and acquaintances. the two of us stood outside, richarlison unlocking the front door and succeeding after a few minutes. “look before you say anything, can we just first go inside?”
i silently agreed, it was true. we knew we should never argue outside, there’s that possibility that the media might catch it and go stir some more unnecessary drama. especially after tonight, things definitely wouldn’t end well they were caught arguing outside there home.
i walked into our warm home, making my way to the kitchen and putting down my purse. he discreetly followed behind, unbuttoning one of the buttons that were on his black dress shirt.
and just as i thought he was about to take things seriously, he opens the doors of our fridge. “what the fuck?” i cussed, “honestly, i’m just so fed up after tonight.” a look of anger taking place on my face.
“why did lucas have to tell the girl to piss off? that’s the one thing i wanna know before i continue this argument,” the reason i was so mad was because richarlison thought it would’ve been a great idea to let a girl hit on him.
no, i wasn’t mad at the fact that a girl was hitting him. i loved the fact that my man got that kind of attention, he was definitely attractive, had a great personality and represented brasil, his home country.
i was extremely mad at the fact that he allowed her to even go further than just complimenting him, letting her roam her hands over things she shouldn’t even be touching. what made it worse was that the girl was giving me attitude the entire night. i didn’t even know the woman and she seemed as if she was the most bitchiest person ever. the snarky remarks she made that my boyfriend failed to notice, her touching richarlison’s chest every-time he made a joke or said something that wasn’t even worth laughing about, the girl even suggesting that my boyfriend should take her home. i was furious, what was even wrong with the bitch and why did she think she could do all that? probably because my boyfriend was insanely oblivious.
“i didn’t like how you kept walking off to viní.”
“that was because i couldn’t stand being around that girl for any longer!”
“it’s the same as how i cannot stand you being so close to paquetá and viní!”
“okay, well first of all! lucas has a fucking wife and you know viní is in the midst of getting back with his girlfriend!” my hands extended outwards, moving in different directions as i spoke with such an angry tone.
“i can still be jealous, no?” richarlison put his two arms on the counter, his body depending on himself. “but that’s not the fucking point!”
“that girl was a fucking bitch to me, you let her run her hands all over you. like, do you even really love me enough to let another girl do all that?” and i wish i could’ve taken that back because i knew it aggravated something inside of him.
“you want me to show you how much i fucking love you?” he followed you after you stood up from your chair, on your way to the bedroom the both of you shared. “show me,” he speedily came over to you, hands grabbing your jaw and lips already hungrily overlapping yours. he took off his dress shirt, picking you up from your waist and dropping you onto the bed.
he was in such a rush to take off my clothing, i tugged at his dress shirt lightly to remind him to take it off. there it was, i stared at him with admiration. i always appreciated his muscular body, it was because he never failed to shock me with how well-built he was.
he arched down onto me, putting his lips on me again with some sense of anger still in the back of his mind. i began urging for more, i wanted more of him and i needed him on top of me.
i hastily unbuttoned his dress pants as he let out a few grunts because of how close my hand was to his bulging erection. he groaned in annoyance, having to pull away from me to get up and grab a condom from the drawers. i tittered at him, he was so frustrated it was quite funny.
we were always ones to be safe, richarlison and i decided that we both weren’t so ready for kids yet.
he came back down to me, pushing me further onto the bed. i felt my undergarments slight shift but without notice, he then pushed himself into me. i swore i was on cloud 9 for those first few pushes because i could barely focus on my breathing. god, rich was one huge man.
“i do love you, i love you so much.” he grunted again, slightly out of breath. i gave a small smile whilst letting out a few gasps every now and then. he was still trying to redeem himself to me, “it makes me mad when you just assume i don’t love you. i do.” he lowly said.
a louder gasp suddenly exited my mouth, richarlison began pushing in deeper and he fastened his pace. this was some new sensation, “do you believe i love you now?” he gritted his teeth, concentrated.
“y—yes!” i whimpered out, knowing my climax was close. “rich, i’m gonna let go.” i managed to hiccup out. soon enough, the two of us reached our climaxes together. he dropped down next to me, exhausted while catching his breath.
we were both extremely sweaty and he knew i hated whenever one of us went to bed in that state.
after the two of us had began breathing normally again, richarlison got up and threw away the condom. he grabbed a few tissues and gently cleaned me up, i hissed here and there. richarlison picked me up, taking me to the bath and placing me down. i turned the warm water on whilst he left to grab two towels.
i loved when he took care of me afterwards, he really did make me feel loved. why did i say those words to him before? i was so harsh on him when he didn’t even do anything.
after the water began levelling up, i added in some bubble soap. i loved bubble baths, especially with him.
by the time he came back, the bath was done. he stepped in cautiously to not hurt me. it made my heart leap all the time at how gentle he was with me afterwards, i really did love this man.
“baby, i’m sorry for getting so mad at you earlier..” the lights in our bathroom were dim, we had those adjustable light switches where you could change the level of brightness. “no, i understand why you did.” he brushed away the hair that was on my face, behind my ear.
“on my behalf, i’m sorry for letting that girl get so close to me.” he apologised, making my heart go crazy again. richarlison just had that effect on me.
we both spent the rest of the night bathing in eachothers love. he had scrubbed shampoo through my hair, keeping me close to him. we brushed our teeth together, he grinned at me. and as usual, he gave me that look. that look that made me fall so in love with him.
he chose out our pyjamas, we both had gotten dressed and headed into bed. he held me close, protectively. “goodnight, love.” he whispered, “goodnight, baby.” i whispered back in response. he pecked me on my head.
moments like these were moments i always kept in mind, times where he wanted to show me.
my name is soo, feel free to call me soso! i go by she/her pronouns and i am 19 years old. i DO NOT feel comfortable with minors being on my page.
i am into SOCCER, like NCT, enjoy WRITING in my spare time and EDITING is also pretty cool! READING is one of the things i do, not my favourite favourite but it’s because i don’t have much time to myself so i barely read anymore!
listening to MUSIC is also pretty cool, as you can tell, most of my work is usually inspired by a song and the lyrics! CARS would also be something that i really like, i find them really interesting.
only just started writing and publishing on here so i’m still pretty new to using tumblr so i hope that i am doing this all right! love you guys and thank you soooooo so much for loving and supporting <3
honestly i’m open to writing many different scenarios, just feel free to request whenever because it really does motivate meeeee!
HOW to request
— if you ever want to request, you don’t have to be extremely specific. most of the time i will go off of what you suggested and add a few things of my own but if you do want your own specific ending, specific things of you want of a character, etc,, then please add in a detailed description of your own when you put in your request!
WHO i write for
neymar jr
richarlison de andrade
lucas paquetá
achraf hakimi
& more to come soon hopefully !
WHAT i WON’T write
i’m pretty uncomfortable with the usual things that many of us writers despise,, don’t know what to list since there are countless of weird things but if you send in a request that i’m uncomfortable with i won’t reply. it’ll be deleted and i will not write of it.
Idk if you got my request but can you write something similar to the other women/ moth to a flame w ney like they’re dating behind everyone’s back and they’re sneaking around and there’s like an age difference between them
btw your writing is so fucking beautiful 🫶🏻🫶🏻
hi love , i got a request similar to this but most requests that have been sent in are in my drafts and i’m still working on them ! to everyone that’s waiting , thank you and i’ll respond to your requests soooon !
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