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I will mainly write about futebol players and CentralCee.

Futebol players I prefer to write about are:

Neymar Jr.

Mbappe

Cristiano Ronaldo

However I am open to other players! It’s just easier for me to write when I know the players personality c’:

My Wattpad account is WavyPotatoChips

𝘾𝙤𝙥𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙙.

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hi beauty!!!

im just sooooo in love with your writing and i just came from self care day with neymar and that was so..... cUtE ?

welll there's a scenario that was goin' on my mind....

neymar x female reader where the reader is member of the football team and she and neymar are just the stars of it. they're just like drunk stupid besties that always go around pranking their teammates, dancing in the middle of the match when they score a goal, filming the stupidest tiktoks u could ever see and singing Brazilian songs together at the changing room.

well... after a while neymars feelings about y/n change a lil when he starts acting like a clingy jealous baby when the other teammates are touchy with her for example...i mean, he's having a crush...a crush on his CRAZY bestie.

( ney : why was he hugging you?

y/n : dude, we just scored a goal as a team so-

ney : HE COULD BE LESS TOUCHY!

y/n : r u jealous....?

ney : mE? jEaLoUs? nope. im just overprotective as your very wIsE best friend.

y/n : well im not that sure its like tha-

ney : shut up and pass me the ball! )

annnnnd when he finally tells her about his feelings ( in his very own silly crazy way ) and knows that she feels the same and they're the cutest, clingiest and craziest couple at the football world!

tadaaaaaa!

lol ive been talkin shit a lot so if u like it i'd be happy 2 read it ~=\\\\=~

thx a lot, beauty!

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐏𝐨𝐝 | 𝐍𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐫

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Neymar Jr x Female Reader

Word Count : 2271

Authors Note : Hi bbs! Long time no see, lol. Your girl is offically back and graduated college!! Missed you guys :) and what better way to come back with some Neymar jr fluff?

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There’s a certain magic to being on the pitch — that electricity under your cleats when the crowd roars, that charged silence before a penalty kick, that unspoken language between you and your teammates.

And then there’s you and Neymar — which is a whole different language entirely.

From the very beginning, you and Neymar were firecrackers. Not the kind that light up the sky in a brief burst — no, the kind that blow up mailboxes and send coaches into early retirement.

The first day of co-ed practice with the Brazilian national team, you nutmegged him. Clean. Sleek. With just the right amount of flair to get the whole team whistling. He chased you down the length of the pitch, screaming something about betrayal, marriage, and “no one told me we were playing with demons.”

You gave him a cheeky wink and never looked back.

That was the beginning.

Now, two years later, you’re both starters. Both adored. Both stars. But above all that — best friends. The kind of best friends that made coaches groan and media interns beg for more content.

You were the chaos duo. The prank champions. The ones who danced samba in the middle of warmups, lip-synced Brazilian pop songs in press conferences, and had an entire TikTok account with three million followers dedicated to nothing but the two of you being... idiots.

You weren’t just close. You were Velcro.

You shared boots when someone forgot theirs (usually him). You had a joint playlist called “Dribble and Die” that blasted through the locker room before every game. You pulled pranks on the team so intense that the equipment manager started locking the storage room specifically because of you two.

And yet — somehow — you never crossed that line.

Sure, he flirted. That was just Neymar being Neymar.

Sure, you flirted back. Because why not? It was harmless. Playful.

Right?

That’s what you told yourself, anyway. Until everything started to shift.

It was gradual, like the slow twist of a bottle cap right before the pressure pops.

It started when he stopped laughing as loud whenever you hugged someone else. When his smiles got tight. When his hand lingered just a little longer on your lower back. When his compliments lost their jokey tone and started sounding a little too sincere.

And then, one day, after a goal celebration — it hit you like a free kick to the ribs.

You’d scored.

Top left corner. No hesitation. Clean finish.

The crowd went wild. Your teammates swarmed you near the edge of the pitch, Neymar sprinting ahead of the rest like a madman.

He got to you first, throwing his arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground in a spin. You were both laughing, high off the adrenaline, off the magic of it all.

Then Paulo, your midfielder and longtime partner-in-pranks, jogged over, cheering. He high-fived you, then pulled you into a hug, rough and warm like always.

And that’s when it happened.

Neymar's hand tightened on your waist. He stepped back, just slightly — enough to put space between you and Paulo.

His voice was light, but clipped. “Alright, lover boy. That’s enough touching.”

You blinked.

Paulo laughed, oblivious. “Jealous, Ney?”

“Pfft.” He rolled his eyes, too fast. “Me? No. I'm just saying — celebrate with your teammates.”

“I am,” Paulo said, brow raised.

“I mean ones you’re not practically groping.”

You smacked Neymar lightly on the chest. “Dude. Chill. It’s a goal hug.”

His eyes flicked to yours — dark, unreadable.

He shrugged, pretending to stretch. “Just saying. Some people could be... less handsy.”

You tilted your head. “Are you jealous?”

Neymar barked a laugh that sounded more like a bark than a laugh. “Me? Jealous? No. I’m just — I’m wise. And protective. Like a guard dog. A really handsome, athletic guard dog.”

You squinted. “So a chihuahua.”

“Shut up and pass me the ball.”

But you didn’t forget the way his voice dipped when he said it. Didn’t forget the weird clench in your chest when he got snappy about Paulo. Or how his smile didn’t reach his eyes anymore when you mentioned your dinner plans with teammates he didn’t like.

He was changing. And you... you weren’t sure how to feel about it.

You weren’t blind. Neymar was hot. Like, stupid hot. Tan skin, messy curls, tattoos you tried not to think about at night, and that grin — that grin that made half the stadium forget how to breathe.

But he was also your best friend.

The guy who once dared you to dye your eyebrows blonde (you did it), who let you cry on his shoulder after you missed that penalty against Argentina, who always stole your fries even when he swore he wasn’t hungry.

What if things got messy?

What if crossing that line ruined this?

Still, part of you couldn’t help noticing how your heartbeat stuttered every time he got too close. How his cologne made your head spin. How your body knew him in a way that made you wonder what it’d be like to really know him — skin to skin, soul to soul.

And maybe... maybe he was wondering the same.

~ A few days later ~

Neymar texts you just after 9:40 p.m.

Ney: u home? Ney: stadium. just us. come?

There’s no explanation. But he doesn’t need one. The two of you have had late-night kickarounds a dozen times before, sometimes with music playing off his phone, sometimes in complete silence. It's just one of those things — a ritual between chaos and calm.

Still, something feels different tonight.

Your fingers hover over your screen before you reply.

You: omw. u bringing the ball or am i?

Ney: i’m bringing my feelings. u bring the legs.

You snort, tug on a hoodie — his hoodie, the navy one with the thumb holes and faded badge from the old club training camp — and step into your sneakers like it’s muscle memory.

It doesn’t hit you until you’re walking: the air feels different tonight.

Warm, but not humid. There’s a breeze curling around the buildings, and the streets are quiet — the kind of quiet that makes your heartbeat feel louder than it should.

You spot him before he sees you.

He’s leaning against the goalpost in joggers and a white tee, his curls barely visible under the edge of his hoodie. He’s bouncing a ball lazily between his feet like he’s not really thinking about it. Like he’s waiting.

He always looks good under stadium lights. That glow that picks up on the golden undertones in his skin, the way the shadows fall just right along his jaw. It’s stupid, really — how even when he’s standing still, he feels like motion.

“Você está atrasada,” he says as you step onto the turf. (You’re late.)

“I’m wearing your hoodie. You can’t be mad at me.”

He grins, dimples and all, and flicks the ball toward you without looking. You trap it easily.

“You always wear it,” he says.

Your mouth twitches. “Do not.”

He shrugs. “Fica linda em você.” (It looks beautiful on you.)

You look away so he doesn’t see the way your face burns under that.

Instead, you pass the ball back.

And for a while, you just play.

No talking. No music. Just the soft tap of the ball, the shuffle of your feet, the occasional laugh when he gets too cocky and you steal it from under him.

But even in the silence, you feel it. The weight of something unspoken. Sitting heavy between every touch. Every glance.

Eventually, you let the ball roll to a stop.

He does too.

“Okay,” you say, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You didn’t drag me out here just to juggle.”

He shifts his weight, hands in his pockets. “Talvez eu só queria ver você.” (Maybe I just wanted to see you.)

You fold your arms. “You saw me at training six hours ago.”

“Different,” he says. “It’s always different when it’s just us.”

Your stomach tightens.

Neymar walks closer. Slow. Hesitant. The kind of careful that’s rare for him.

When he stops, he’s close enough for you to smell that familiar mix of cologne and mint gum. His lashes are stupidly long. His gaze is soft — unguarded in a way that makes you nervous.

“I keep trying to be cool about this,” he says. “To be normal. But I’m not.”

Your brows lift. “Cool about what?”

He breathes out a laugh, but it’s tight. Nervous.

“You. Us.” His voice dips. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I see you laughing with Dani, and I wanna pull you away. I see Paulo hugging you after a goal, and I feel like punching a locker.”

You blink. “You... want to punch Paulo?”

“No—yes. Not really. Maybe.” He rubs a hand through his curls. “I don’t know, cara, I’m losing my mind.”

Your heart is thudding. Loud. Stupid.

“I don’t want to be your flirty teammate anymore,” he says, quieter now. “I want to be... something more. If you’ll let me.”

You don’t say anything at first. Because you can’t.

Your throat is dry. Your mind is screaming. And yet all you can focus on is the look in his eyes — how wide they are. How honest.

Neymar takes a tiny step back. “Shit,” he mutters. “Did I just ruin this?”

“No,” you say quickly. “You didn’t. I’m just—processing.”

He nods. Waits. Doesn’t push.

So you give him honesty in return.

“I think about you too,” you admit, softly. “All the time. Not just the fun stuff. I think about how you look at me when I’m not talking. I think about that stupid voice you use when you’re trying to make me laugh. I think about what would happen if I said yes.”

You glance up.

His expression is unreadable.

“And?” he asks.

“And I don’t want to lose what we have,” you whisper. “But I also don’t think I can pretend it’s not something more anymore.”

A silence.

Then he exhales, a breath that sounds like it’s been trapped in his chest for weeks.

“Obrigado,” he says. (Thank you.)

“For what?”

“For not running. For not making me feel stupid.”

“You do that all on your own.”

He laughs — big and bright and easy again. And something in your chest unclenches.

He steps forward, reaches out, and gently takes your hand. Not rushed. Not dramatic. Just... warm.

His fingers thread through yours.

“Posso te beijar?” he asks. (Can I kiss you?)

Your heart stutters.

You nod once.

But then you pause, smiling. “Not here.”

He tilts his head. “Why?”

“Because if you kiss me on this field, I’ll never be able to focus here again.”

He grins. “Then I’ll pick an even worse place. Like in front of the whole team. Or during a press interview.”

You both laugh. His forehead rests lightly against yours, and for a long moment, nothing else exists.

Just this breathless, suspended second in time where you’re finally, finally on the same page.

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Elevator Mishap || Central Cee

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : CentralCee x Female reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : You find yourself trapped in an elevator with a mysterious stranger who turns out to be the famous rapper Central Cee in disguise. [FLUFF/ LIGHT TENSION]

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: HIIIII GUYS omg so much stuff has happened personally in my life but I am back and better!! Central Cee is so fine and I just always wanted to write something with him lol. Its been a while since I have wrote something, so bare with me c': I have no requests, so feel free to send some in!

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"I find it hard to believe I'm actually here," you murmur under your breath, a mix of disbelief and disinterest coloring your tone as you wait for the elevator to reach your floor. While most girls would gush with excitement at the prospect of attending a Central Cee concert in the UK alongside their best friends, Stacey and Rosalina, you find yourself unable to share in their fervor. The trio, inseparable since middle school, practically dragged you along when they scored free tickets to the concert, complete with all expenses paid. Despite their infectious enthusiasm for Central Cee, you couldn't summon the same level of excitement, feeling rather indifferent towards his music. Meanwhile, your best friends are back in the hotel room, immersed in making TikToks while belting out Central Cee's tunes. You made an excuse about needing to run down to the convenience store on the ground floor to grab a snack, eager to escape the impending festivities. As the elevator doors finally slide open, you step inside, your mind already elsewhere, contemplating the potentially underwhelming night ahead, especially given your lack of interest in the artist.

Absentmindedly humming to yourself, you press the button for the ground floor before casually leaning against the elevator wall. A brief moment of panic strikes as you pat your pockets, realizing your phone must have been left behind in the hotel room. Before you can fully process this inconvenience, the elevator lurches upward, and a figure clad entirely in black, sporting a ski mask, shades, and a hat, enters. You brush off the peculiar attire, attributing it to the chilly weather outside, but a faint sense of unease begins to gnaw at you as the elevator door closes.

The person does not press any buttons, signaling they were also going to the bottom floor like you were. You tried not to stare at the person beside you, but the clothes they were wearing screamed wealth. You look at their shoes as the elevator begins to go down. Suddenly, the elevator comes to a stop with a shake. You widen your eyes as anxiety kicks in, confused on what is going on. You look over at the stranger, not being able to see their expression before walking over and pressing the first-floor button again. This time, the elevator doesn't seem to budge nor is it telling you what floor you two are currently on.

“There's no way,” noticing the elevator may be stuck, your heart sinks down. The stranger walks closer to you, giving them a try themselves to press the buttons. You step back to give them room. Noticing the buttons will not budge for them either, you sigh and press the red button that signals a representative. A few minutes pass before someone speaks, “Hello? Is everything alright?,” the statically voice states.

“Yeah, ummm I think the elevator is stuck. We also can’t see what floor we are on,” you respond.

“Okay, please remain calm we are sen-,” the voice cuts off.

“Hello?,” you question, “HELLLOOOOOO?,” spamming the button again.

“Lady we can't hear YOUUU!,” You state pressing the button.

“You should stop before you break it.” The voice of the person speaks with a deep British accent, you now know they are a male. You turn to look at him, continuing to press the button a few more times before stopping. You sigh, sitting down on the floor.

“Just great,” you mumble while lowering your head in defeat. You are not someone with claustrophobia, plus the elevator was a decent size so it's not as if you were scared you were trapped. Only annoyed. While your head is low, you hear clothes shuffling causing you to look back up. The man begins to take off his coat and hat, probably also realizing we are not going to be getting out anytime soon. You shift your legs so you are now sitting criss-cross on the floor, your back against the wall as you look up at the elevator's ceiling.

“Don't worry, I bet they will come soon,” the man speaks once again with a reassuring voice. You keep your head up, “I know, it just sucks. This is my first time in the UK and I'm spending my first night trapped in an elevator with a stranger, no offense.” You hear a chuckle, ”None taken. What are you in the UK for if you don't mind me asking?” You can tell he just wanted small talk, and you didn't mind. I mean after all, you are stuck here for who knows how long.

“My Best friends and I are here for the Central Cee concert,” you respond, continuing to study the French painting that is plastered on the ceiling of the elevator.

“Are you excited to go?,” he questions, resulting in you shrugging,” I don't care too much about him. Nothing against him, but you know, not really my taste.”

Silence settles between you for a moment, punctuated only by the occasional crackle of the intercom and the faint hum of the elevator's mechanisms.

"So, what brings you to the concert if you're not a fan?" he asks, curiosity evident in his voice.

You offer a half-smile, considering your response. "Honestly, I'm just here for my friends. Stacey and Rosalina are huge fans, and they practically begged me to come along. Figured it would be a fun night out, even if the music isn't really my thing."

He nods in understanding, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "Ah, the sacrifices we make for friendship," he muses, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. “Maybe after the concert you will be my fan.”

His unexpected comment catches you off guard, and you find yourself momentarily taken aback. With a furrowed brow, you glance down, your eyes widening and eyebrows raising in confusion. And there he stands, Central Cee himself, his presence suddenly filling the confined space of the elevator. His pearly white teeth glint in the dim light, a charming smile gracing his lips.

If your best friends were in your position, they probably would have passed out by now. But you? You simply let out a small laugh, shaking your head slightly. “Mmmmm I don't think so. Your music just isn't my type,” you reply, your tone casual yet resolute. You glance back up at the ceiling, your interest clearly elsewhere.

Central Cee seems momentarily taken aback by your nonchalant response. He had perhaps expected screams of excitement or frenzied fangirling – or perhaps even both. But your composed demeanor only serves to intrigue him further. He closes his lips, the smile still lingering on his face, his gaze lingering on you with newfound curiosity.

"Really now?" he questions, a playful glint in his eyes. "What exactly is your type, hmm?"

“Not you, so it doesn't matter,” you respond with a casual flick of your gaze, focusing on your nail as if it holds the answers to the universe. Impatience begins to creep into your movements, prompting you to rise from your seat and stride over to the control panel, where you futilely press the buttons at random.

"Well, I would like to know," he persists, closing the distance between you with a deliberate step.

"It doesn't matter," you retort, your tone edged with determination.

"Yes, it does," he insists.

"No, it doesn't," you counter.

"Yes, it does."

"No, it do—" You cut yourself off mid-sentence, the absurdity of the situation dawning on you. "Wait, why am I even going back and forth with you?" The question is more to yourself, but Central Cee decides to respond.

"Because you do like me."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I—" You catch yourself falling into the same cycle, causing him to chuckle.

"You know, you're cute when you get mad," he remarks, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His words elicit a soft blush from you, prompting you to turn away and face the wall. "Leave me alone," you mumble.

"Awww, I'm sorry, love. Let me make it up to you," he responds cheekily.

"Make it up to me by getting this damn elevator to work," you grumble under your breath.

"If you can admit that I am your favorite artist, then I will make that happen," he confesses, catching you off guard.

You raise an eyebrow, turning to face him. "How?"

He tilts his head to the side, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Say it, and I will make it happen."

You exhale heavily, skepticism evident in your expression. "Why does it matter to you so much?" you question.

He shrugs, smiling. "Simply because."

You glare at him, his grin only widening in response. You decide to humor him, considering his celebrity status and the possibility of connections. "Fine. You are my favorite artist."

He raises his eyebrows, amused by your half-hearted admission. "I don't think that was sincere enough for me."

You let out another small breath. Stepping closer to him, you meet his gaze head-on. "Oakley, you are my favorite artist. I love your music so much; you are so talented."

His demeanor softens, his eyes meeting yours with sincerity. Something about saying his real name seems to have an effect on him. Whether it's your beauty or simply the use of his name, it stirs something within him, making him feel... nice.

You find yourself studying his features, admiring the way his light tan skin complements the arch of his eyebrows and the depth of his chocolate eyes. His small smile draws your attention, and you instinctively take a step back, coughing lightly to dispel the tension.

"Uhm... okay, I said it. Now, do your magic."

"You're right," he responds, retrieving his phone from his pocket.

"YOU HAD A PHONE THIS ENTIRE TIME??" you exclaim, incredulous.

"Yes," he simply responds, unlocking his phone.

You sigh. "Why didn't you say something?"

He shrugs nonchalantly. "Who wouldn't want to be trapped in an elevator with a beautiful girl like you?"

You open your mouth to reply, but the fluttering sensation in your stomach leaves you speechless. Despite your indifference towards his music, you can't deny his charm.

For a few moments, you find yourself lost in thought, your gaze dropping to your shoes. His voice interrupts your reverie, causing you to lift your head.

"Damn. I don't have any service," he says, raising his arm in a futile attempt to get a signal.

You watch as Central Cee furrows his brow in frustration, tapping futilely at his phone screen in a desperate attempt to find a signal. Despite the annoyance of being stuck in an elevator, you can't help but feel a strange sense of camaraderie with him, a shared bond forged in the confines of this metal box.

As the seconds tick by, the silence between you grows heavier, the tension palpable in the air. You glance at Central Cee, taking in the way the dim light of the elevator accentuates the contours of his face, casting shadows that dance across his features. Despite your best efforts to ignore it, you can't deny the flutter of excitement that flits through your stomach at the sight of him.

"Anything yet?" you ask, breaking the silence with a voice that comes out softer than intended.

Central Cee shakes his head, his expression a mixture of frustration and resignation. "Nothing. It's like this elevator is in its own little world, cut off from the rest of the universe."

Central Cee chuckles softly, the sound echoing in the confined space. "and here I thought being a famous rapper would exempt me from getting stuck in elevators," he remarks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You smile, appreciating his attempt to inject a bit of humor into the situation. "Guess even celebrities aren't immune to elevator mishaps," you reply, your lips quivering in a half-smile.

He returns the smile, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. "At least I'm stuck in here with someone interesting," he says, his tone laced with sincerity.

A blush rises to your cheeks at his compliment, and you quickly avert your gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny. "Thanks," you mumble, "I guess you aren't so bad yourself.."

Central Cee's smile widens at your response, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment," he says, his tone teasing yet genuine.

You chuckle softly, feeling a sense of ease settle over you as the tension between you dissipates. "Consider it one," you reply, meeting his gaze with a shy smile.

As the moments pass, you find yourself drawn into conversation with Central Cee, the topics ranging from trivial matters to deeper discussions about life, dreams, and everything in between. Despite the unusual circumstances that brought you together, you can't help but feel a sense of connection with him, a feeling of understanding that goes beyond mere words.

Eventually, after what feels like an eternity but is likely only a few hours, the elevator lurches back to life with a groan of protest, the sudden movement catching you off guard. Central Cee reaches out a hand to steady you, his touch warm and reassuring against your skin.

"We're moving again," he says, a note of relief in his voice.

You nod, a sense of anticipation building within you as the elevator ascends towards the surface. “Finally,” you say, though a pang of reluctance tugs at your heart. Deep down, you wish the elevator would stay broken, prolonging the fleeting moments you've shared with him. In the brief interlude of confinement, you've come to appreciate not just Central Cee, but the person behind the persona, Oakley. As the elevator hums back to life, you resign yourself to the inevitable parting that awaits you both, returning to the separate paths your lives had veered from.

Central Cee begins to adjust his attire, meticulously covering his features with the ski mask and glasses, returning to his "disguise". “Don't worry," you assure him, offering a small smile, "I won't breathe a word of this to anyone. It'll be our little secret.” Before he can respond, the elevator doors glide open, ushering in a flood of light and fresh air. Eager to break free from the confines of the elevator, you step out quickly, wary of being trapped again.

“Hey,” Central Cee calls out to you, his voice laced with a hint of concern, “I’ll see you tomorrow,yeah?” A flicker of something indefinable passes between you, a silent understanding that transcends words. Though you yearn for a deeper connection, you suppress the urge, unsure of what you truly desire. With a small smile, you nod in acknowledgement, “Yeah.”

As you both walk away, your steps leading you in opposite directions, you can't help but feel a sense of resonance, a shared moment that binds you together in thought. Despite the divergence of your paths and the separation of your lives, in that fleeting instant, your minds are aligned, fixated on each other, entwined in a momentary bond that defies explanation.

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Can I request Kylian giving reader a foot massage while watching tv, he finds out she’s ticklish with her giggles so she tells him she likes her feet being tickled so he forgets about watching tv by teasing her by tickling her feet, cooing and playing with her toes pleaseee, much love🫶🏼

(I’m sorry for going into detail and for going into full detail but it sounds so cute)

𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Neymar Jr x Female Reader

Word Count : 644

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: We love a good fluffy boyfriend moment with Kylian <3 Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Requests are currently closed as I am catching up. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You and your boyfriend Kylian are snuggled up on the couch, basking in the warmth of each other's presence. It's a lazy evening, and you both have decided to unwind by watching a movie together. As the film begins, Kylian notices your tired expression and immediately has an idea to make you feel even more comfortable.

Gently shifting his attention away from the screen, Kylian's eyes sparkle mischievously. With a loving smile, he reaches for your feet, placing them on his lap. You can't help but giggle as his fingers trace circles on the soles of your feet, eliciting a pleasurable sensation.

"Oh, Kylian, that feels heavenly," you sigh, sinking deeper into the couch.

Kylian chuckles softly, his touch growing more focused. "You deserve every bit of relaxation, my love. Just sit back and enjoy."

heyy how are you ??? i had an idea for a neymar imagine, maybe yn is a famous singer and they met in like 2014 at the start of their fame and started hooking up and actually secretly fell in love but they had to break up and stuff bc of their busy schedules. then they meet again 8-9 years later when he goes to her concert with the rest of the psg squad and they tease him bc he's in love with her again but yn and him end up happily ever after and are like an it couple now !! its a long request ik , feel free to ignore it 💞💞

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 | 𝐍𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐉𝐫

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Neymar Jr x Female Reader

Word Count : 5.6k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: My deepest apologies for the wait, ya girl was going THRUUU IT but its all good now c': and never apologize for long request!! The longer the request, more than likely the longer the response [ I also did not think I would end up writing this much LOL] c: And as always, Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!! LOVE ME SOME NEYNEY MMMMMM

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"Ready?" Neymar questions with a playful glimmer in his eyes, his smile mirroring your own anticipation. You nod your head, unable to contain the excitement bubbling within you. "Yes, I'm ready," you reply, feeling a surge of butterflies flutter in your stomach. As the two of you begin walking towards the ice cream vendor, a comfortable silence settles between you. The air is filled with a mix of warm summer breeze and the sweet scent of blossoming flowers, creating a picturesque setting for this enchanting encounter. Neymar breaks the silence with a mischievous smirk, "You know, I have a feeling this ice cream is no match for the sweetness of your smile." His playful tone tugs at your heartstrings, and you play along, batting your eyelashes. "Oh, is that so? Well, I guess I'll have to make sure to smile extra sweetly then," you reply, feigning innocence, as a light-hearted teasing dance begins. As you continue walking side by side, the banter between you becomes effortless. Neymar teases you about your favorite ice cream flavors, suggesting that your taste buds might be missing out on the full experience. You counter his playful jabs with witty comebacks, keeping the atmosphere light and carefree. In between the laughter and teasing, you share snippets of your dreams and aspirations, exploring the depths of your personalities with genuine curiosity. Neymar listens intently, his eyes sparkling with amusement and admiration. He peppers the conversation with compliments that make your cheeks flush, but you appreciate the way his words make you feel seen and valued. The ice cream vendor finally comes into view, and Neymar playfully nudges your arm. "Alright, it's decision time. Choose wisely, because I have a feeling my taste buds won't settle for anything less than extraordinary." You playfully roll your eyes, pretending to contemplate your options. "Well, I'll have to find something that matches your extraordinary standards then," you quip back, sharing a mischievous smile. Together, you approach the cart, ready to indulge in the delightful treats it has to offer. As you savor the flavors and continue to exchange playful banter, you can't help but feel a deepening connection forming, one that is built on shared laughter, light-hearted teasing, and the promise of a captivating journey ahead.

As the days turned into months and the months turned into years, your relationship with Neymar grew stronger. You supported each other's dreams wholeheartedly, and as fate would have it, both of you began to ascend the ladder of fame in your respective careers. Neymar became a household name as a professional heartthrob soccer player, captivating audiences with his skill and charm on the field. Meanwhile, your voice enchanted millions around the world, elevating you to the status of a renowned singer, captivating hearts with your soul-stirring performances. Life seemed perfect. Together, you conquered milestones, basked in the adoration of fans, and reveled in the love that intertwined your lives. But as the demands of fame and the pressures of your individual careers increased, the delicate balance between love and ambition became increasingly challenging to maintain. With Neymar's soccer schedule becoming more demanding, you found yourselves constantly rescheduling dinner dates, postponing moments meant for just the two of you. The promises made in the early days of your relationship were slowly overshadowed by the unrelenting obligations of his profession. Though he tried his best to juggle both his career and your relationship, the constant conflicts began to take a toll on your connection. The realization hit you like a tidal wave crashing against the shore—you and Neymar were slowly drifting apart. The time you once cherished together became fleeting, filled with missed opportunities and unfulfilled promises. It wasn't that the love between you had faded; it was simply suffocated by the relentless demands of fame. After much soul-searching and tearful conversations, you both came to a heartbreaking decision. It was time to let go, to release each other from the expectations and sacrifices that had weighed you down. The breakup was bittersweet, a mixture of pain and gratitude for the beautiful memories you had created together. In the aftermath, you focused on healing and rediscovering yourself as an individual. It wasn't easy, as reminders of Neymar and your past love were scattered throughout your daily life. But as time passed, wounds slowly healed, and you found solace in your music, pouring your emotions into your performances. Years went by, and both you and Neymar continued to rise in your respective careers, reaching new heights of success. The memories of your time together became a part of the tapestry of your lives, lessons learned and cherished moments that shaped you. Sometimes, the universe has its own plans, and the timing just isn't right. Despite the heartache of your breakup, you both emerged stronger and more resilient. And who knows, perhaps one day, when the stars align and destiny weaves its magic, your paths may cross again, reigniting the flames of a love that once burned so brightly.

Hey, I have a request for a Cristiano Ronaldo imagine / one shot.

Could you write one about y/n always supporting Cristiano and always being at his matches and everyone knows they’re best friends but they’re actually dating and just haven’t told anyone yet but there are rumors that they are and Cristiano reveals that y/n and him are dating in an interview when he gets asked about the rumors. I hope you can do that, I’d really appreciate it.

Ly Caya

More Than Just A Friend | Cristiano Ronaldo

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Cristiano Ronaldo x Female Reader

Word Count : 995

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Sooo Sorry for the long wait!!!! ya girl was going through it but its all good now!! c': Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

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As the vibrant stadium lights illuminate the field, you find yourself amidst a sea of cheering fans, eagerly awaiting the start of yet another exhilarating match. You are here, faithfully supporting Cristiano Ronaldo, your boyfriend, in every game. The public eye perceives you both as best friends, unaware of the deep romantic connection you share. Together, you have decided to keep your relationship a secret until Cristiano feels the time is right to disclose it, considering his status as an iconic figure in the world of football.

Clad in Cristiano's team colors, you stand near the front row of the stadium, surrounded by a sea of passionate supporters. Your heart swells with pride and anticipation, the electric atmosphere heightening your senses. As the players take their positions on the field, a wave of excitement ripples through the crowd, reaching its crescendo as Cristiano's name echoes through the stands.

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I need something cute and fluffy with Kylian where readers heavily pregnant and he always comes to the rescue like always coming home with cravings, cuddling, reassuring her everything’s gonna be ok, putting on a comfort movie, massaging her back and feet every night etc🫶🏼

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 907

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Writing fluff always makes my heart happy c': Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

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As you sit on the cozy couch in your living room, your hand instinctively rests on your growing belly. It's been an eventful day, and now all you can think about is sinking your teeth into a delicious slice of chocolate cake. You reach for your phone and decide to text your boyfriend, Kylian, who should be finishing up his futbol meeting soon.

i have something in my mind

could you write kylian having an important meeting but readers at home and she’s sick and she calls kylian but he doesn’t answer and when he comes home he sees her like she fainted or she’s very sick?i need some comfort kylian , 😊 thank you

𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 1k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Ugh I love 'comfort someone who is sick' scenarios, they are always so cute to me (': Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like how I conveyed your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

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You're lying in bed, feeling absolutely terrible. Your head is pounding, your nose is stuffy, and your body feels like it's on fire. You know you need more medicine to help with your fever, so you grab your phone to text your boyfriend, Kylian.

omg mbappe x petite reader is 5’0 or something and you can add whatever fluff you want but AHHHH I NEED THISSS

𝘾𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣! | 𝙆𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙈𝙗𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A fluff story in which you and your boyfriend Kylian are playfighting.

Word Count : 552

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Strictly fluff play fight whoop whoop. My brain is fried because of finals >-< Anywayssss thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like how I conveyed your idea! :] ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

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hi could you write something where the reader just moved in and her new house is next to mbappé’s one also her window is next to mbappé’s one so every time she gets changed she does it in front of the window to tease her new neighbor

𝙄 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙬 | 𝙆𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙈𝙗𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚 [ 𝙎𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏 ]

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 1k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Im going to be completely honest with you.. I had so much trouble trying to write this because I was unsure how to execute it LOLZZZZ and I honestly believe I did a horrible job so I am soooooo sorry. Hopefully there's a chance that I executed it as you expected c': And as always-Thank you so much for requesting!! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

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As you put away your freshly laundered clothes, you can't help but feel a surge of excitement course through you. You've been keeping a secret from your best friend, and it's time to spill the beans. "You won't believe who just moved in next door," you exclaim into the phone, your voice bubbling with anticipation. Your friend is intrigued and eagerly asks, "Who is it?"

You take a deep breath and respond with a name that elicits shock and awe, "Kylian!" The mere mention of his name sends a jolt of electricity through the phone line as your best friend squeals in disbelief. The famous soccer player and international heartthrob has taken up residence next door, and you can't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of being his neighbor.

As your friend processes the news, she recalls a conversation you both had in the past about a boy you met at a party. "Wait a minute, is this the same Kylian you were telling me about that you met at Kimpembe's party?" she asks. You nod your head, even though she can't see you. "Yup," you respond with a pronounced 'P', "that's him."

As you hum to yourself, you connect your phone to the Bluetooth speaker, intending to play some music while you prepare to take a shower. Your selection is "I Was Never There" by The Weeknd. As you turn to grab your clothes and head into the bathroom, movement outside the window across from yours catches your eye. It's Kylian, working out with two dumbbells, his shirtless form rippling with muscles as he does curls. You can't help but bite your bottom lip as you take in the enticing view. You watch him perform a few more curl-ups until he glances up and notices you. After a brief period of confusion when he first sees you, his eyes widen as he begins to remember who you are. You smirk at him and put the music up louder while stripping off your clothes in front of him. You fiddle with the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough to see your lace bra, then lowering it as you start to dance sensually, caressing yourself all over. Then, as you continue to dance, you lift your shirt and toss it off. You squeeze your breasts together, stoop a little, and shake your hands so hard that your breasts almost fall out of your bra. The way his chest rises and falls indicates that his breathing is becoming more difficult. You have his whole attention even if he is trying to exercise. You start fiddling with the hem of your sweatpants, running your hand up and down to tease him more by only momentarily exposing your lace panties to him. Continue to dance sensually by allowing your hands to rub all over you as you spin your body around. Your back is turned to him, you tilt your head to the side to maintain eye contact, and you start to slowly begin to push your sweatpants off of you in order to display your black lace underwear once again. You applaud yourself in your head for choosing to wear a matching set of undergarments today. Kylian is now letting go of his weights as he approaches the window, his eyes enamored with what is taking place in front of him. In order to make your ass jiggle, you rock your hips side to side. Then, you stand up and slap your ass. Up until the song's conclusion, you keep giving Kylian a tease show. By this time, Kylian's dumbbells were out of his hands, and he was standing a little bit closer to the window so you could see his growing boner. You spin around so that your back is facing him once more, undo your bra, and then press your arm against your chest so the bra is still covering your breast and doesn't fall off. Your other hand started to fiddle with the hem of your pants, lowering them just far enough for Kylian to see that you were bare below. As he starts to rub his bulge through his pants, Kylian licks his lips. You bit your bottom lip, letting your hand lower your bra even farther while just letting your areolas peek out. Kylian kept watching attentively, his eyes pleading for more. However, you laugh, raise your free hand, and gesture "no" with your finger before quickly turning around and leaving the room. What's the pleasure in giving the man exactly what he wants?

hi, so it's the first time i send a request in your blog, found it the other day and literally love it. I saw that someone asked the other day a Sergio Ramos x reader were she says to him daddy but in a fluff way, so could you do it but in smut maybe? thanks and hope you okay <3

𝙎𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣? [𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉- 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝘿𝙉𝙄] | 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙤 𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙤

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader

Word Count : 2k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Im so glad you enjoy my blog and im doing fine, thank you for asking!! Here's the NSFW version [: Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

You and Sergio have been living together for a few months now, and it's been nothing short of amazing. You both have your own quirks and habits, but you love each other more with every passing day. Sergio is generally perceived as serious and even aggressive by most people, but in your company, he exhibits a playful and silly demeanor. While it's common knowledge that Sergio is someone who takes his work and responsibilities seriously and doesn't back away from a challenge, you are aware of a more tender side to him that he seldom displays to others. Witnessing him let his guard down and abandon the stern façade he usually wears is quite refreshing.

One lazy Sunday afternoon, you're lounging on the couch, reading a book when Sergio suddenly jumps out from behind the armchair and tackles you. You shriek with laughter as he pins you down. "You didn't see that coming, did you?" he says, grinning.

You giggle and squirm under his weight, trying to push him off. "Get off of me, you big oaf!" Sergio laughs and tickles you, making you wriggle even more. "Not until you say I'm so handsome and I'm the best boyfriend ever!" he says, still tickling you.

"Okay, okay, I'm so handsome and I’m the best boyfriend ever!" you say, still giggling.

Sergio laughs, shaking his head, and continues to tickle you. "You know that's not what I meant!"

You laugh even harder now, your side cramping and tears falling down your cheeks. "Okay, okay, please s-stop I can't breathe!"

He smiles, finally stopping as he grabs your hands and pins them up above your head as you continue to chuckle softly, trying to regain your breath.

“Atta girl, just breathe slowly you got this,” he smiles as he looks down at you.

As he speaks, butterflies flutter in your stomach, and a warm blush spreads across your cheeks. Although you were already flushed from laughing earlier, you couldn't help the reaction he stirred in you. Perhaps he didn't even notice how his words affected you, lost in the moment. You bite your bottom lip playfully, deciding to tease Sergio a bit. "Thank you, Daddy," you say with a hint of mischief in your voice.

You can see the surprise in his expression at the endearment you've used, realizing you've never called him that before. But something about the way the word rolls off your tongue ignites a fire within him that he didn't know existed. His jaw tightens, and his eyes seem to darken with desire. "Say that again," he demands, his voice low and husky.

You meet his gaze, pretending to be oblivious to his reaction. "Say what?" you ask, looking down at his lips before meeting his eyes again. "Daddy?" you say the word slowly, relishing in the effect it has on him. Sergio leans in closer to you, his breath warm on your face. "I like the way you say that," he whispers, his voice barely above a growl. "I wonder how it would sound hearing your pretty lips cry out while calling me that.” You feel a shiver run down your spine at his words, and your heart rate picks up as he whispers down at you. Stick to the plan….stick to the plan, you think to yourself.

The air between you is charged with electricity, and you can feel the tension building.

His grip of your wrist loosens up as you sit up. He leans down, his lips brush against yours. You kiss him, not being able to resist. As your lips meet, the world around you fades into the background, and all that remains is the taste of him on your tongue and the sensation of his arms around you. His kiss is soft and tender at first, but as the passion between you builds, it becomes more urgent, more insistent.

As soft pants escape his lips, he grabs your waist and pulls you towards him, indicating that he wants you to sit on his lip. As you straddle over him, you immediately press your lips against his. Your hands glide through his hair, drawing him closer to you, while his hands trace the curves of your body over your back. It's a blissful time, and you forget about everything else for a while, immersed in the heat of the moment. “I don't think you realized what you have done to me, Y/N,” Sergio mumbles against your lips as he grabs your ass, pulling you towards him so you can feel his bulge. You moan against his lips, becoming more turned on by the minute, yearning him to be inside you. And, based on the way you started rocking your hips back and forth on his lap, he knew precisely what you wanted as well. He pulls away from the kiss as he clutches your waist, causing you to stop moving and forming a frown on your face. "Tell Daddy exactly what you want, Y/N." Sergio's voice is demanding as he stares deeply into your eyes. You feel embarrassed, but hearing Sergio refer to himself as Daddy enlightened something inside you. You keep quiet out of humiliation, while knowing exactly what you desire. “Y/N… Say it," Sergio says. "I want you to fuck me," you say back. Sergio smirks but says nothing else, instead leaning back on the couch, "Oh yeah? "Show me how badly you want me," he teases. You bite your bottom lip because you know exactly what he wants. You move off of him and kneel down between his legs, looking him in the eyes as you carefully untie the sweatpants he is wearing. You want to tease him for messing with you earlier and making you feel ashamed just moments before.

As you undo the strings, you grab the hem of his sweatpants and pull them down to his ankles with his assistance. His cock twitches with anticipation as you kiss the tip of his member through his boxers. He clenches his teeth slightly as he detects your unusually slow speed, "Y/N," he demands, "You don't want to start something you can't finish." And he was correct. You almost came before he even touched you the last time he teased you. You nod politely and take his boxers, slipping them down as well. His cock jumps out of his boxers, causing you to lick your lips. You are such a slut for him. As you place him in your mouth, you grab the base of his cock with one hand and begin to give him head by bobbing your head up and down. He sighs as he grips your hair, allowing you to maintain the steady pace you've established for yourself. After 30 seconds, your jaw starts to ache, but hearing Sergio's groans and murmured curse words fires you on enough to push through the pain. Both of your hands are wrapped around his cock, your head bobbing up and down, your tongue paying special attention to the tip of his cock. "F-Fuck Y/N," he groans softly as he pants. His grasp on the top of your head intensifies as he pulls back your hair to free you from him. "Ride me," he mumbles. You're panting as well, trying to ignore the pain in your jaw. "Yes, Daddy," you answer obediently as you remove your shorts, leaving only your lacy black panties on. You straddle him again, teasingly rubbing your barely covered pussy on his demanding dick, causing him to groan. He holds your jaw with one hand and pulls you towards him wanting to make out. You groan against his lips as you kiss him, enjoying how hungry he was acting as it made you want to devour him even more. While you two are kissing, he takes his hand away from your jaw and moves it to rest against your lower back, while his other hand moves your panties to the side. His fingers rubbed up and down your slit, two of them slipping inside and causing you to gasp against his lips. When you gasp, he is able to put his tongue into your mouth. As he curls his fingers inside of you, his tongue dances around with yours. You shake from the sensation and moan against his lips, enjoying how he makes you feel. His fingers stray from your body as he quietly pants and pulls away from the kiss. He smirks as he sees his fingers sparkling with your juices as he gazes into your lust-filled, desire-filled eyes. He asks, "Now who made you this wet?," as he puts his fingers inside his mouth to rinse the secretions from them. As you observe the scene, you nip at your bottom lip. “You did, Daddy.” He taps your side and smirks once more, urging you to stand up. You put some distance between the two of you. Before inserting it, he runs his tip along the inside of your slit. Then you start to recline on him, letting his cock into you more deeply and making a moaning sound. He takes his hands on your waist and lifts you up and down to bounce you on his cock before you have a chance to get used to his large, girthy size. As you place your hand on his chest and scream his name aloud, "S-Sergio!" you exclaim. He moans and tilts his head back. So that you may regain control, he stops bouncing you and says, "I'm sorry, my love." He says as he presses his lips back against yours, "You just feel so good around me. You give him a kiss in return and put your arms around his neck to intensify the kiss. You start to rock yourself back and forth whilst riding him as the kiss gets deeper. When you rub yourself up against him, you groan as you feel his member dig deeply into you. Sergio gives you about a minute to finish before he wants to take control again. You start to whimper as he grips you by the waist and elevates you high enough for his cock to emerge from you, but he speaks before you can react, "Turn around, my love."

You turn away from him, nod obediently, and spin around so that your back is now toward him. You take a squatting stance with your back against his chest while you get comfortable between his legs. In order to put distance between you and him, he softly pushes you. He then takes your sides and starts to help you thrust upward while you bounce up and down. You groan aloud as this position seems to be hitting harder than before. All that can be heard when he penetrates you is the moisture from your pussy gushing against his cock. You whimper out, panting heavily, "I-If you continue I'm going to cum!" Sergio interprets this to mean that since you are about to have an orgasm , he should continue harder. You scream loudly from the pleasure as he makes a slow, powerful thrust, and unsurprisingly, you have an orgasm. He grunts as he does this. Your pussy clenches his cock firmly, forcing him to cum as well without any provocation. He has you in such a tight grasp that you might get bruised, but you don't mind since you enjoy it. He says, "F-Fuck," as you slump back against his chest. Your legs are still twitching as you pant heavily while keeping your eyes closed. Sergio lets you get off of him and helps you turn around so you can curl up next to him with what little energy he still has left. He leans down to kiss your forehead while still attempting to catch his breath.“I love you so much, my love. Just give me one moment and I'll get you all cleaned up, okay?” You incline your head slightly in his direction while nodding. You admire the way he treats you like a Queen while still fucking you like a slut. The perfect combination

Would you please write an imagine were ronaldo is super clingy and it’s just pure fluff? Thank you!! 🫶

𝐈𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 | 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Cristiano Ronaldo x Female Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Cristiano are relaxing in each other's arms and he lavishes you with attention.

Word Count : 474

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

You and your boyfriend Cristiano are having a movie night together. You are snuggled up on the couch, and he has his arm wrapped around you tightly. As the movie starts, he leans his head on your shoulder and lets out a contented sigh.

"Mmmm, I love being close to you like this," Cristiano murmurs. Cristiano's futbol career does not always allow him to be by your side as much as he would like. But, thankfully, he was able to take a day off and all he wanted to do was spend time with you.

You smile and run your fingers through his hair. "I love it too, babe. You're so warm and cozy."

Cristiano lets out a small laugh and nuzzles even closer to you. "I'm glad you think so. I just can't help myself. I need to be close to you all the time." Despite the fact that sports media portrays him as a gruff, strict character, he is truly compassionate behind closed doors. And you can't help but love how he exclusively acts this way towards you.

You can feel his breath on your neck, and it sends shivers down your spine. "You're so clingy, but I find it adorable," you tease.

Cristiano pouts playfully. "Hey, I'm not clingy. I just love you so much that I want to be near you all the time."

"I know, and I love that about you," you reply, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead.

Cristiano grins and snuggles in even closer. "Good, because I'm not going anywhere."

You both settle back into the movie, but Cristiano's hand starts to wander across your lap. "Hey, none of that," you say, trying to stifle a laugh.

Cristiano chuckles and pulls his hand back. "Sorry, sorry. I'll behave." His smile never leaves his face as he leans back a bit to look at you, his eyes sparkling. "You know…. Y/N.. You're the best. The most amazing, beautiful, wonderful person I've ever met."

You feel a warm flush spread across your cheeks, and you can't help but grin. "Thank you, baby. You aren't so bad yourself," you wink down at him in a playful manner.

Cristiano chuckles, “I mean it. I feel so lucky to be with you. You make everything better."

You lean in to kiss him, feeling your heart swell with affection. "You make everything better too, you know. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Cristiano's eyes soften, and he pulls you in for another long, slow kiss. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm never going to leave you."

You snuggle in even closer, feeling his warmth and love surrounding you. As the movie plays on, you both continue to steal kisses and whisper sweet nothings to each other, lost in your own little world of affection and adoration.

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Can you please write like a Cristiano Ronaldo Dos Santos Aveiro fanfic or oneshot? Its really hard to find one😭 and youre a really good writer based off your sergio ramos oneshots.

𝙈𝙮 𝙏𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙧 | 𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙤 𝙍𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙙𝙤

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Cristiano Ronaldo x Female Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Cristiano surprises you and lavishes you with affection.

Word Count : 1k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Of course I can! and thank you so much for the compliment KISS KISS MWAAAH. And as always, Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

You woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing on the nightstand. You rubbed your eyes and picked it up, smiling when you saw that the message was from Cristiano.

the moment i saw your writings about sergio…i melted

so, can i request something for my captain?

reader and sergio being at some football event or party but reader being too sensitive at the loud music and the people so she gets easily overwhelmed but he takes care of her please?

Hi, love!

I'm thrilled to hear that you enjoyed my writings!

I wanted to let you know that I have already written something very similar to your request, and here is the link for you to read :] Celebration | Sergio Ramos

Happy reading! :3

Kylian boyfriend possessive smut

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 [𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖]

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : In which your boyfriend, Kylian Mbappe, reminds you who you belong to.

Word Count : 1.9K

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Sorry for the long wait!! It always takes me a while to write smut because I don't write smut in public LMFAOO [aka when I am at school] Thank you for requesting and I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

Site note: final exams have approached so for the next few weeks I may not be able to post as much I'd like too but expect at least once or twice per weekend. It really depends on how much I can do this week because so many requests are smut and it takes me forever to write smut since im still new when it comes to writing it LOLZ (you can still request smut im just saying :3 )

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ I haven't been able to write as much as I usually do because of finals, and I'm now following up on current requests because I'm a little behind. You can make a request, but please keep in mind that it may take me a week or more to respond. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

Kylian and reader on vacation together? Tysm💖💖

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐲 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 1K

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Now who doesn't love a cute fluff mini story c': Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Since I haven't been able to write much this week, I'm currently catching up on current requests because I'm a little behind. You can submit a request, but please understand that it might take me a week or more to respond. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

Could you please write some fluff about Neymar?Like anything but it’s just like really sweet and he’s like very cute :)))

𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙮 | 𝙉𝙚𝙮𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙅𝙧

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: NeymarJr x Female Reader

Word Count : 1k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Of course I can!!! I love writing about my #1 babygorl, ALSO OMG I CANT BELIEVE BRUNA B IS PREGNANT IM SO HAPPY FOR HIM !! Happy Neymar, Happy Life. ANYWAYSSS as always, thank you so much for requesting & I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

[ TRANSLATOR USED SO DIRECT TRANSLATION MAY BE WRONG]

You have been feeling a little stressed and overwhelmed lately, and Neymar notices. So, he decides to surprise you with a "Self-care day" to help you relax and unwind. He puts together a basket filled with different skin care products like face masks, lip masks, hair oils, and more.

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