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popcornforone · 1 month

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Better With You

A Santos Fan Fic

Oooh sweet Santos. We have have got you 5 weeks after america but that doesn’t mean I can’t write about you. So I’ve had some fun & it’s rather cool.

Synopsis:- You’ve joined Santos on an American road trip, which is sex filled, but when he heads out for a meeting you are left alone with his briefcase.

Word count:- 2000

Warning:- DONOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! SPOILERS FOR DRIVE AWAY DOLLS WITH WHATS IN THE BRIEFCASE! Unprotected PIV sex, established sexual relationship, sex toys, squirting, mentions of oral & anal, nipple play, watching, masterbation, watching someone get off, swearing, teasing. Basically you & Santos want to fuck all the time. Reader is British due to a certain joke.

Thanks for the read peoples, I hope you enjoy. All feedback is welcome

He said he was popping out. A quick meeting. He looked nervous as he left. You’ve not known him long, but he told you he’s a collector. You are wondering if you are part of his collection. The man has a reputation for sleeping with all sorts of people from different countries. Being a Brit might mean you are just another tick in a box for something he’s tried but you don’t care. He asked you to come on this road trip with him & for the last 3 weeks he’s fucked you in every way possible.

Both of you were nervous to start on the first night. He’d been a regular at the bar you worked at & you’d never done this before but he said he wanted to show a good British girl like you the fun side of America. So this road trip began. You can distinctly still feel the first kiss on your lips. His body quivering more than yours. His penis he slipped between you skin & panties to arouse you both. The sight of something so girthy & meaty touching you had you gasping. You loved the stretch as he eventually slid inside you. That first night only lasted 3 minutes, almost like he couldn’t control his urges, cumming inside you, unprotected & with no inhibitions. But here you are now 20 days later. You give him a blow job every morning as a good wake up. He fucks your arse in the shower each night no matter where you are staying, & you’ve had complaints 4 times from rooms next door about your late night pleasure sessions. You’ve got lucky. You have a man who started off shy who genuinely wants nothing more than to satisfy your needs. His are just an added bonus.

So here you are in your hotel room. You’ve just crossed the state lines to enter Florida. He’s gone for his meeting. He did say there would be a few people he’d need to visit in this trip, but this afternoon he seems like he’s been gone for longer. You’ve used the hotel pool. The Florida Sun as you sunbathed felt so good on your skin & you’re now back in the room. When you entered the room you saw his brief case on the side. It’s usually the first thing he puts in the safe. It’s silver & he always if it’s not in the safe or in the locked boot of the car, has it in his possession. But no this evening it’s sitting on the table in your hotel room.

You try to not be curious, but your mind has you standing next to it, tapping the top of it. What’s in here that’s so precious? You pace back & forth looking at it wondering. Technically you’re on this trip with him. He’s left this in a room you are in. You know you shouldn’t as you bite your thumb contemplating if you should or shouldn’t.

“Fuck it” you eventually say & stand next to the brief case. It’s a combination lock. “3 attempts & then stop” you mutter. You click the first number around so the code reads 000 & the hook unlatches. “Fucking stupid idiot” you know your man was simple but not that simple. You think for another 5 second before opening the case. Your mouth drops open.

“Santos you kinky bastard!” There are 5 dildos inside the brief case. All of different size lengths & girths. All looking pristine. All making you lick your lips. You shut the lid & shake your head before having to open it again. You do this a few times, before having the courage to hold them. Each one you handel delicately & inspect. None of these are Santos, not one. He’s much girthier than all of these. The last one takes your interest as you hold it in your hands. You have watched some porn in your life. This is long & thin, & you’ve always wondered if the girls & guys in the films with these movies fake there orgasm. You like a thick cock, maybe that’s why you’ve not abandoned Santos yet. He satisfies you too well. But you look at it & hold it up. Your right hand stroking it. You have no idea when Santos is coming back. No one needs to know, especially if you do it over your bikini bottoms. You & the long thin dildo make your way to the bed & lie down. You look at it & wonder how deep it would go but not right now. You hold it near your intimacy & mutter to yourself.”what the hell am I doing” shaking your head. But that you gasp. The friction from the long stroke of the length pushing down the flimsy material on your clit sends shivers up your spine. Your nipple are erect in seconds. After a few stroke & moans you think is it just the sensation of being touched down there & how sensitive you are. You untie your bottoms & lay there. The dildo messaging your naked clit still a little damp from the earlier swim. Your thighs widen, an instant reaction to being pleasured. Slick building up already as you moan. Your mind isn’t remembering that you just thought about teasing. You lift the dildo to your face lick it & then slowly inch it inside you.

“Fuck ooooh god” those girls & guys weren’t faking it in porn. It feels incredible. You get it about half way in before realising you can’t take anymore. It was a slow work in. There’s not much stretch but you don’t care. You know the best wrist action & you start to thrust. “Oooh shit sooooo soooo ooooohhhh” you moan as your pussy gets used to the toy. Your eyes shut as your legs keep parting your body slowly moving to the edge of the bed. Lost in a moment of extreme self pleasure. Will this dildo make you cum?

“Naughty” you hear a moody deep tone & your eyes snap open as a hand joins yours & the toy is pushed further. He’s kneeling at the end of the bed watching your cunt take the toy, wanting you to take more.

“Santos!” You screech & you go to slip it out but his had grabs it & he starts to fuck you with the dildo. “I…I… oooh god” he’s more rampant than you are. It’s hitting the spot.

“Dont cum yet baby” he’s got the control, & he licks his lips as he fully inserts the dildo inside you. His movements have your trying to hold back your orgasm as his eyes behind those glasses widen. Your own face scrunching up, desperate for release. He doesn’t want to deny you. “Let go baby”

“Ooooh fuckkkkkk” your high pitched tone probably woke cats up as you flood. Soaking all of the dildo. Your body jittering as your sense are flooded. You lie there on your back panting from the intense pleasure. You feel so good.

Santos then withdraws the dildo & comes up to lie next to you on the bed, he’s still fully clothed. Trousers & a crisp white shirt. But what he does next has your eyes popping out. He starts to lick the dildo. His actions mimicking what you usually do to his penis as a morning delight, almost to the way that the tongue deals with the length. You can see why he gets so flustered each day watching you do this, it really is a sight to see. He lets go with a loud pop.

“You taste good no matter what beautiful” he whispers before then kissing you & you hear him unzip his trousers.

“How long were you watching?” You shyly ask.

“Long enough, that I knew you needed more”

“Did you now?” I raise a suggestive eyebrow.

“Ahemmm” he replies “I see you found my collection”

“Yea about that…” you pause “are you a cock womble?” You ask. It’s a nickname you call people who collect friends who are a bit of a dick & you’ve told Santos about this too after you called many people that working at the bar. He laughs as you say it. He tries to maintain the mood.

“Baby it’s okay, I’ll explain later though” his hand has moved to your clit while he shimmy’s his trousers down & off. Santos is always commando. “Right now you need a man not a toy”

“Sex is always better with you Santos” you say as you both move to lay on your right hand side & you feel his penis rub against your entrance.

“As much as my collection is rather fabulous I know you prefer me” he doesn’t ease in slowly. The stretch is one you alway want to feel. Almost splitting you. So thick. You moan deeply as he lifts your left leg up & he kisses your neck before he really starts to move. “Now I know you can take all that length im going to be even deeper & harder baby” He moves a hand to cup your breasts & realises your still in your bikini top. “Well this won’t do sweetheart.”

Your nipples enjoy the tease of this fingers & thumb once you are naked. It’s hardly a distraction though. Santos is balls deep, thrusting into you as you moan his name. Experiencing pleasure that you crave. Your walls flutter, your hand on your clit unable to keep up with his rhythm. Each time you moan his name or fuck, he kisses your neck or bites your ear. But that makes him go faster. Your necks going to have a mark on tomorrow, like your some teenager again.

“Mmmm Santos more more please fuck ooooh fuccccckkk.”

“Not yet baby”

“Mmmm im i…I…” you want to say your not sure you can hang on any longer you want to drench his cock, you climax approaches & no matter how much he tells you not yet you need a release. He turns your head to look him in the eyes, explicit indescribable sounds leave your lips. You’re pulling that awkward face, the one of pure desire.

“Cum sugar” & his kiss on your nose sets you off. Squirting everywhere, feeling it trickle down your thighs, the sheets sodden as you scream fuck the loudest you ever have. He looked at your cum face for as long as he could but he’s now looking down the bed at the mess you are making. He’s completely clamped inside you & the look of your face all scrunched & you squirting sets him off. “Fuck fuck ooohhh fuck” he spills his load. Jets of cum are emptied inside you. Your body so sensitive it’s twitching as you slowly come down from your high. Santos is the best lover you’ve had.

It’s as you both pant that you realise Santos is still wearing his white shirt. A few buttons are undone but it’s now covered in sweat from the sex.

“We need to get you out of this shirt Santos” you say & lick your lips.

“& you need a shower beautiful… let’s not waste the water” his hand runs through your hair. But that front strand stays in place.

“I’m not gonna say no to that” your hand strokes his length. “The usual shower routine?” You questions as you then stand up & shake your arse for him.

“No”

“No?” You sound shocked at that & then Santos gets off the bed & goes to the brief case & selects a thicker dildo that you had used previously.

“This is going to fuck your arse while you bend over & suck my cock.”

“You think my arse can take that?”

“It’s bigger than mine” he chirps & you both snigger.

“But is it better than you?”

“Well..” Santos says as he slaps your bum. “There’s only one way to find out”

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ramblehour · 1 year

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Oi Moki!! Did you miss me? I want to request HCs for Jimmy with a S/O who has a few piercings like him, but he has never seen them because she only wears them at home and removes them every morning for school because Dress code? and because they're a goody two shoes????

A/N:Oh Boy I haven't written anything for so long can I even still do it?😭

From the Covers I could only see his earpiercing so let's go With them

If anyone has questions/Tipps how I could improve myself feel free to tell me!

Enjoy!

HC's about Jimmy Santos with a !fem S/O who has piercings

He never really paid much attention to your ears.Thought you wear normal earrings

He was Flabbergasted when he saw you with them

Couldn't grasp the fact that THE goody two shoes would have piercings

You Had to explain that you only don't wear them since the Dresscode says so and you don't want to get into trouble

Finds a way to tease you about it.Especially about the I-don't-want-to-get-into-trouble-part.

Will insist to have matching ones

Helping you clean them <33

Wants to come with you if you ever want new ones

Tbh I think he didn't even visit sb professional and just did them himself when he was younger-

Alex helped him

You were horriefied

He MELTS when he saw you wear ones that look like his

WILL try to get you, to get more since you.just.look.so.hot.with.them.

His words not mine

In the future both of you got way more piercings

Bonus

As you lied comfortable on your bed scrolling through social media you heard your boyfriend shuffle near you trying to get comfortable.It was a relaxing night.You Just watched a movie cuddeld up and danced around to your favoriten music,there was no school to worry about and cooked for dinner something together.Jimmy even stopped trying to get you to get more piercings.The night was simply perfect

You continued looking at the diffrent Posts until Jimmy broke the silence.

"So I have been thinking.How about Nip-"

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JIMMY NO."

Bonus Bonus

Warning:The drawing below is VERY bright I am so sorry :,)

An Idea for the Piercings :)

#tsundere delinquent bully x reader #Jimmy x reader #tsundere delinquent bully jimmy x reader #Jimmy Santos x reader #Santos x reader #x reader #wanted to throw my phone against my wall when I hit the wrong key

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meveispunk · 10 months

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So , where’s all the Santos fics at ? 🤣🤣 no really .. 😏

#pedro pascal #drive away dolls #Santos x reader

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demigoddessqueens · 11 months

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Me watching Spider Punk/Hobie, Miguel, and Pavitr on screen

“He’s my best friend, he’s my pal, he’s my homeboy, my rotten soldier, my sweet cheese, my good time boy,”

#across the spiderverse #Joaquim dos santos has fed us!!!#spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spider verse spoilers #hobie spider punk #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara x reader #spider man across the spider verse #pavitr prabhakar #spider man 2099 #astv

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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ATTENTION WHORE!

starring: neymar x female!reader

warning/author's note: mention of a bitch trying to look like u- this is OBSESSION, neymar being sooo pissed off, not at you ofcz you're his babygworl 🥺 heavy cursing???? almost a fight scene. P.M.G ALERT ⚠️ 50% angst and 60% fluff, (no shit) I kinda hate it bcs it was chaotic not proofread

extra note: none. have a nice day xx

song suggestion: copycat by billie eilish

The call ended, you said goodbye to your boyfriend and he disconnected the call. Your head was against the pillow, eye boring on the dream catcher that hung outside your balcony, gazing as it sways left and right as the wind blew.

Just a minute ago, Ney woke you up from your beauty sleep with a call, he's practically reminding you about today's practice. He wants you to be there to watch him practice before a big game that was coming soon. After all you couldn't say no to him. You sat up stretching your joints and stood up to have a bath.

It was a long and warm bath, you had already readied a pair of clothing which is a black turtleneck along with a pair of oversized hoodies, you are wearing loose ripped pants and a G.A.P cap.

After five minutes, you are done putting on some light makeup and a pair of Nike air force. Finally, grabbing on your car key and left the room with your bag over your shoulder. One hand holding your phone and the necessity.

You get into your car and drive off to the venue where he'll be practicing.

It was a twenty minutes drive, minus the traffic as it was week day and parked your car on the vip basement parking lots. A few securities is guiding the site and you, with leisure walk to the entrance, one of them immediately recognized lets you in without questions but someone beat you to it. A girl in her mid-twenties, probably around your age, with hair in 'blonde' color, wavy curls coils, shoulders bumping against you. Her sharp eyes was on you the whole time but so were yours 'Yes?' She started with a harsh manner

You simply rolled your eyes at her 'I'm here for my boyfriend.' You said, eyes challenging. She scoffed 'Guards please take this delusional woman away!' She ushered but none of them budged 'Are you deaf?!' Sh yelled pointing her index finger out 'Now--'

She was cut off by a familiar voice of your boyfriend, he was running towards your direction 'Neymar--' The woman's eyes went wide, mouth agape upon seeing Neymar with arms around your body, your head hidden by his broad chest

'Sorry, I was't late was I?' You said pecking both of his cheeks and one final kiss in his lip 'No meu amor, you came right on time... Oh I see you met our new assistant manager.'

You gave the woman a nasty playful glare and give your boyfriend an innocent smile 'Yes, Let's go anjo, I wanna meet Kyky!' You implied to your friend, Kylian and he bobs

What you didn't know at the moment was a nasty, horrendous plan had come up to the woman's head. A creepy smile crept to her angel-liked features as she strutted back into her office room.

The next day, you came back again to the practice venue to see your boyfriend, you had also promised your friend, Kylian a fancy dinner with him today. You get in the lobby seeing a few staff eating brunch and some of them chit-chatting. You came upon your friend, Angela whom you meet months ago when she started working here and she was talking to the woman from last night.

They were intrigued with the talking until she sees you approaching 'Love, Meu Deus, how're you?!' She said, excusing herself and went to hug you, you gladly hugs her back 'Hello Angel, it's nice seeing you again!' The two of you broke the hug and the woman made her way beside Angela 'Nice meeting you again, miss Y/n' You eye her up and down and something, somewhere triggered in you. The way she's dressing. It was familiar, so oddly familiar.

Angela looks between her and you with wide eyes, she gasped 'Shit, haha Y/n, I forgot I got something to show you. It's regarding my sister's weds!' You get the hint obviously since Angela is an only child.

You hum and left with her 'You should've thinking what I'm thinking right now didn't you?!' Her voice is harsh and quiet, you half-shrugged 'Is it because she wears the same clothing I wore on your birthday party?'

She eagerly nods, you gulp the huge lump on the back of your throat 'It might be just a coincidence, I mean it can happens right?' She stopped you abruptly 'If going to your social media account to stalk you and copy you does it still means coincidence?' Your eyes was now on her, fully.

'How would you know anyway?'

She hid somewhere in the hall corner and whispered to you 'I sees her last night,' She backed away 'But she told me cus she find you pretty.' Now you didn't wanna come to any rushed decision and accuse her even though you know how shitty she was by the way she acted yesterday. You decided to set the conversation aside and just focus on today. Spending times with Ney and Kylian.

The practice ended, and both Ney and Kylian are now in the changing room to shower and change attires. You waited outside on the bench playing with your phone

'You are so cute Neymar!' You heard a voice approaching, you tilted your head back seeing Neymar, Kylian and Alexandria who you get to catch name is. She had an arm loosely wrapped around Ney's arm and she was laughing while Ky eyed her the whole time. You witness Ney getting uncomfortable by her constant touches so you decided to step up

'Hand to yourself please!' It didn't came out serious but playful. You stare up at her as she slowly lets go and let out a short awkward laugh 'Awh party pooper!' She mocked you.

You didn't said anything after that and let her be, Kylian told you that he's and Neymar are ready to leave. He had already reserved a table for you three and now was finally the time to leave the venue. Alexandria perks her ears at this 'You three are having dinner together? Cool can I tag along!' It wasn't a permission but an order. She wanted to come along

Both Kylian and Neymar didn't wasted a second and said no but your answer is a yes 'Sure.' You shrugged. Ney shot you a confused look but you held his hand tighter.

The food is placed down, and Alexandria is having her best time laughing and trying her best to get both Ney's and your friend's attention. Keyword, trying. Both of them didn't pay her any of that and instead acts like she doesn't even exist. You had to purse your lip most of the time to stop yourself from laughing out loud at her attempts.

'So Y/n what do you think if I dyed my hair (your hair color)? Do you think it'll suit me.' From the corner of your eye, you see Kylian uncomfortably shifting on his seat, you smile back at her, eyes creasing 'That'll look good, definitely!' She smirk and bobs her head up and down 'Great!'

The conversation goes on, and you unintentionally left Alexandria out of the conversation, joking around with your two best guys, some times eyeing her to see she's been playing with her food, head down and awkward.

'Don't remind me of that!' Ney complained at you, Kylian is laughing his ass off at the two of you 'That was legit hilarious! The fact that he, himself didn't notice it just makes it ten times funnier' He snorts.

Alexandria huffs loudly averting the two attentions on her 'You guys left me out' She pouted, grumbling incoherent words to act naturally cute, Ney faked a silent gag at that and you pushed him giving him a stern glare. This time he pouts mumbling stuff

Alexandria soon leave, Kylian following suit ten minutes later. You and Ney are still walking, taking a breather together at the park, hands in hands gazing on a starry night atmosphere 'Has Alexandria been giving you hard times?' You eyed up at him and let a small toothy grin 'Nah, not yet.'

'It's been almost half an hour, wanna go home?'

'Please...' He wrapped his arm around your shoulder directing you to the car and driving to your both's shared apartment.

Two days went by after that, and for that, you haven't come by once to the venue because of your hectic work. Ney is understanding so it wasn't much of a problem since you have already promised him to drop by today, your vehicle parked and you entered the place. It was empty only a few stuff passing by. The players must been practicing, you thought walking to the main field and as you strut you came across Alexandria. Oh how you felt like shit that day was. She had her hair in (your hair colour), wavy curls just like you did but it was slightly longer. You feel nothing but anger. Her heels too. She was wearing the same pair as you. The one Neymay got you on your birthday which is also the same date as you both anniversary.

She was smiling, walking up the tunnel towards you 'Oh what a coincidence, we look very similar today!' How badly you wanted to pluck those teeth of hers. That wicked smile never wore off of her face. That disgustingly beautiful hazel brown doe visions.

Two steps away from her and you scoff 'Aren't you looking stunning today? I hope you car got flat tyre in the middle of the wood.' You barked back at her intentionally bumping her shoulder against yours 'And, please... Stop being so fucking pathetic and go fuck yourself somewhere else, needy whore.' The sound of heels clicking against the floor clearly heard along with her rigid and fast breath. Her chest heaving up and down is a violent manner.

You saw Neymar doing two touches with his teammate as you seat on the bench and watch him practice, Alexandria came again taking a seat beside you 'Y'know, it was't so bad hearing you barked like a dog earlier, can't wait for it in the future.'

'What future? You'll get hit by a truck tonight.'

Never spare her a glance, you wave your hand at your boyfriend after making contacts, she swatted your hand down and Neymar who clearly sees everything are not exactly pleased by it.

You glare at her, taking her wrist in your arm and start squeezing it 'You really should stop pissing me off, I don't wanna get into a fight with a low life bitch like you.' didn't get the enough chance to dodge it, Alexandria placed a loud and hard slapped across your cheek 'Who's a bitch now huh?!' You exhaled a long sigh, putting your bag down and stood up towering over her small figure, your hand made its way to the back of hair as she yelps in pain, slapping your hands both telling you to stop but it all fell on deaf ears.

'I warned you. To stop. Being. A. Bitch.' Punctuated each words with an echoing slap. Neymar rushed to you pulling you away from her, she fell to her butt and cries, a few strands of her hair was on the palm of your hand, you cringed waving your hand to get it off 'It hurts you bitch!' She screamed, you scoff turning away from her, Neymar turns to her 'Now, don't call my amor that you filthy woman, I've keep up with you this whole time not for you to talk shit and call my girlfriend names, now even dressing up like her, dyeing your hair to look like her. You are delusional. You need helps.' Neymar bursted, eyes raging with pure anger and rage.

She sniffle, looking down on the floor 'You should just pack up your things and leave or we gonna make it harder for you.' Mbappe confessed in a playful state. She started scurrying like a mice bowing her head at you thousand times and left, running.

You moaned feeling relieved that she's finally left, right now all you wanted was to go home and rest. This is a long day after all. Neymar stay behind comforting you with kisses and hugs 'Do you wanna go home now minha princesa?' You gaze up on him 'Can't I?' Neymar did not wait a second and left with you afterwards.

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husbandhoarder · 1 year

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The priest marrying me off: I now pronounce you man and (glances over at the ensemble of men standing in line to kiss me) … Overwatch

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underhousearrestblog · 1 year

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Self-Sabotage | Neymar Jr.

(summary) when things get tough with your boyfriend, you do the only thing you know – run, and Neymar is not having it

(warnings) toxic-a$$ behavior... from you, luv... history of emotional abuse and neglect (not between the main couple), insecurities about relationship

(pairings) Neymar Jr x reader

(genre) angst, fluff

(reminder) Y/N – your name

(word count) 3.6k

(also) didn’t proof-read but I’m pretty sure I used the term ‘girlfriend’ and she/ her pronouns somewhere there...

HAPPY READING!

You stared at the article in front of you. After the initial shock of seeing the headline and the attached photo, now all you felt was void. Staring numbly at the gossip page, you felt tears rush to your eyes.

Famous Brazilian soccer star Neymar Jr.’s girlfriend cheating?

The attached photos showed you with a friend of yours hugging in quite an intimate manner in front of a hotel. There were already a few hundred comments on the article – some of them ripping you to shreds, some feeling sorry for the soccer star, some hoping it’s not what it looks like.

You had stopped reading comments a long time ago, not really caring for other people’s opinions. Still, it hurt how many people were hoping for your relationship to end.

None of the pictures showed any kisses or otherwise compromising actions but it didn’t take much for your boyfriend’s fans to take something half-baked and run with it. From the vague article and pictures, it could be a date you’re on and it might as well be just running into someone on the way out.

Two pings went off, indicating two new text messages. First was from the friend who informed you about the article.

I’m so sorry, luv.

You wanted to both cry and laugh.

The second was from Neymar. All it said was:

On my way home.

Whenever he texted you that, it usually took him about twenty minutes to get home. You had twenty minutes to get away.

Your thought process might be stupid. You didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t cheat. You shouldn’t run. However, your past experiences showed that people, when having even a gram of doubt, could become aggressive. Blame you for things you didn’t do. Say really ugly things. Of course, you wouldn’t describe Neymar with those behaviors but did you really know him? Had only dated for six months... He had probably just seen his partner on the front page of a gossip magazine for alleged cheating... Were you really sure he would believe you?

Once the logical part of your brain kicked in, there was no turning it off. The scepticism and anxiety, your usual companions, were creating scenarios in your head, despite you trying to hope for the better.

He’ll probably will ask me to leave – that was the best case scenario, you thought, stuffing some of the stuff you kept at his place into a bag, I should probably let him cool off anyway before I suggest talking.

You had seen situations like these far too many times – some of your friends blowing up in suspicion that their spouses had cheated, your parents frequently accusing each other, reading horrible news headlines of people getting violent, thinking their partner had cheated.

You knew that running away just added to the possibility of you coming off as guilty – that will be something you’ll have to be okay with. Did you think Neymar would become violent? Not really. However, him looking at you with suspicion and accusation would hurt just as much.

Most of your shit had to stay at the house, you would have to come collect it later. If your boyfriend hadn’t thrown it out himself already. So you packed only the essentials or things that would be hard to replace, in case Neymar actually threw them out. Some clothes, electronics, toothbrush, makeup, vallet and keys.

Keys...

Should you leave his key behind? In that case you should probably write a note or something. But what could you say? I saw an article lying about me cheating, so I went to clear my head, here’s the key, I will be back for the rest of my shit...

Probably should keep it for now... Could use it to come by for your stuff unnoticed.

Once everything necessary was packed, you went to leave and - ever the unlucky timing – the moment you opened the front door from inside, you ran right into Neymar. His fingers were picking out the right key to open the door and, while his gaze was casted down, you had just the right time either consciously or on accident to drop your bag behind the door.

Once he lifted his eyes, they quite literally lit up and he grinned, as he took you in. Disheveled hair, a wild look in your eyes and out of breath – to him you looked like a wet dream, at the same time you tried to steady your breathing enough to not literally pant.

- Hey, sweetheart, - you made no move to move aside. – I texted. Practice ended sooner than expected.

When you still made no move to let him in, he looked you over in more careful fashion, looking for something that’s wrong. You were in a hurry to leave, so, of course, hadn’t thought of the possibility that you could run into your boyfriend.

I shouldn’t have wasted time packing, you mentally berated yourself, but he clearly hasn’t seen the article yet, so what’s the harm of talking for a few minutes?

You forced a smile that, hopefully but unlikely, looked genuine. While moving aside to let Neymar in, you opened the front door with more force than necessary intentionally, sending the bag under the small table by the front door.

While he took the cap and boots off, you closed the door and leaned against it. He fidgeted with shoelaces and you fidgeted with excuses. He talked about something one of his teammates had announced at the practice, but you were only half-listening. Before he went into the kitchen, Neymar turned to you and with an amused smile said:

- Are you coming or leaving?

- I, - you stammered out, - I was actually... I wanted to go to the store.

Every word out of your mouth felt like lead, like a lie. You tried to focus on his eyebrows so you didn’t have to look him into eyes while lying.

- We need milk, - you tried to sound chill, - milk and some other stuff.

You hoped to every god out there that you sounded less panicked to Neymar than you did in your own ears.

Apparently, you did a better job than you thought ‘cause after a small moment of him just staring at you like he’s seen you for the first time, he shrugged and carelessly threw out:

- I’ll take a shower and we can go, - and turned to go into the kitchen. – We’ll take my car. Gimme fifteen minutes.

You blew out a breath you subconsciously had started to hold. He’s going to take a shower. Yeah. It was fine. You’ll sneak out while he’s in the shower. And you’ll leave him a note. He deserved that much.

You carefully walked into the room your boyfriend was and watched him take a bottle of water from the fridge. Were you the only one who felt electricity all around this room? You could’ve bet there was static in the kitchen. But Neymar seemed oblivious.

Watching him made you feel bittersweet nostalgia-kind of feeling. Was this the last time you would see him? Last time you see him loving you? Liking you? There’s no way he would like you after he reads that article. And there was no way he would believe you after he does. You were sure of it.

- Is everything alright, love? – you boyfrend asked, after you hadn’t blinked for a full minute. – Are you sick?

You wanted to laugh. Or cry. Mostly cry.

Instead, your lips stretched into a genuine smile. Your eyes – traitors – watered against all your strength. Something between crying and laughing bubbled out of you, as you took few short steps towards Neymar and hugged him tightly. He exhaled out of surprise but didn’t even take a second before he hugged you with the arm that wasn’t holding the bottle.

His eyebrows furrowed, as he disregarded you with worry. You had never been an overly clingy or affectionate person and, against his own wishes, he had let you take all the space you needed.

After a half of minute of comfortably silent hugging and him rubbing your back, you stepped back.

- Now you’re worrying me, princess, - he chuckled, as he released you. – Did someone die?

Just our relationship.

Now it was your turn to chuckle.

- You have something against my hugs?, - you tried and failed to joke, quickly turning around, so he can’t read your eyes. – I thought you wanted more PDA...

You heard him laugh, as he put the bottle back into the fridge.

- Well, don’t stop on my account, sweetheart. Just let me take a shower so we both aren’t sweaty, and go nuts on hugging me...

You gulped down your tears and stepped into the hall. Just few more minutes. Just few more and you’re free.

Free.

What a joke.

Free to not see hurt in his eyes, as he reads about the media accusing you.

Few minutes was too much time...

- Hey, - you turned back and ran into Neymar yet again, as he was exiting the kitchen. – How about I go alone, huh? It’s just a short trip to the store. You should relax.

Something similar to amusement danced in his eyes, as he put his hands on your upper arms to steady you.

- Are you trying to get rid of me?

You opened your mouth to fix the mistake.

- Honestly, I’m hurt, - he put his left hand over his heart, faining offense. – I thought that being in a relationship would mean fun trips to get milk at 3 in the afternoon...

Him pretending to get hurt with such a serious expression on his face twisted the knife lodged in your already bleeding heart. You swallowed hard and broke the eye contact.

He took your face in his palms and turned it back against him.

- I don’t know what’s going on with you today but we’ll fix it, okay? – he sounded so sure and you wanted to throw those words back in his face. – Just ten minutes, okay?

You didn’t want to lie more so you just nodded and stepped back. He looked at you for a moment and turned towards the guest bedroom.

- Aren’t you going to go up to our room? – you questioned.

- Nah, the water pressure’s better here, - he said, entering the room.

That could cause some bumps in the road. Your room was upstairs, and him taking the shower upstairs would give you enough time to open the garage. In Neymar’s fancy house, the garage could be only opened from inside, from the basement. Apparently, to minimize the possibility of robberies. The garage door opening can be heard on the first floor.

Though he was taking a shower so... There could be possiblity he wouldn’t be able to hear it.

His car was still out front and he had said you were taking his car. On the other hand, even if he would hear the garage door open, you could just lie, again, and say you wanted to take yours.

The moment you heard the water start, you took your bag from the hall, keys and threw open the basement door. Once you had unlocked your car, you put the bag inside and went to open the garage door.

Piece of shit high-security system, you swore, as you took your phone to look up the code.

Neymar had tried to teach you the method of automatically opening the garage from an app on your phone but you never bothered and had to go down to the basement every time to open the door manually. It took you about a minute to put in the key code and unlock the door.

Once you did, you went to pull the door up by the lever, just to do exactly that and, while your eyes were adjusting to the natural light, to once again run into someone’s chest. Someone who stood right outside the garage door, was towering over you and smelled exactly like your boyfriend.

- Shit, - you muttered, as you took him in.

The same hoodie, the same sweatpants, the same – very dry and sweaty – hair.

- What the-

- fuck? – there was no sign of amusement in Neymar’s eyes.

Or suspicion. Or anger, for that matter. What there was – tons of – was disappointment, and somehow that was worse.

- I think we should take my car, - you tried to lie your way out one last time.

He inhaled and very slowly, very patiently exhaled, as if trying to gather all the patience in the world.

You calmly took a few steps back but the backs of your legs touched the front of the car. For every step you took back, Neymar took one forward and ended up crowding you against your car.

He looked at you with immense disappointment and hurt. Closing his eyes for a short period of time, he breathed in one more time and opened them again. This time, there was only anger.

- So you weren’t going to leave me, right? You were just going to drive the car out front and wait for me, weren’t you, Y/N? – he challenged you, his fingers combing through the hair on your scalp before he roughly pulled them to make you look up at him.

You physically couldn’t open your mouth to make another lie. No more.

- Your things missing from the hall was just me being tired and seeing stuff, right? The bag you kicked under the table was for shopping, no doubt. And you, - the intense look in his eyes, as he pushed you back a bit more so you’d have to sit down on the hood of the car, was terrifying, - you hugging me as if one of us was going to die tomorrow, that was my imagination too, wasn’t it?

Once you gathered enough courage to open your mouth, you threw out the most wrong words you could:

- I was gonna leave a note.

Against his better judgement, Neymar laughed. A humorless, dry laugh but still. He rested his forehead against yours, as he slowly drew circles on your scalp with his fingers.

- You were gonna, - he laughed some more, as if the thought alone appeared ridiculous to him, - you were gonna leave me a note? Pray tell – what could you possibly write to justify all this?

You flinched.

So he knew... He knew about the cheating rumors. And he asked for justification. So that meant he believed them? The paparazzi. The media.

- I would’ve apologized for leaving without notice, - you said in a small voice, pulling his hands away from your body. – But I didn’t want for you to break up with me in person.

Neymar’s eyes danced all around your face, searching for something with solid focus.

- It’s easier that way.

The short confusion was overpowered by anger and despair once again.

- Easier for who? – he took a step back and brushed through his hair with fingers. – For you? You didn’t want to break up with me in person, like an adult, so you decided to what? It would be less of a bother to just leave?

You won’t cry, you won’t cry, you repeated in your head, trying to keep up a stable demeanor.

- Do you think it’s easy for me? On top of everything else, you and your entire fanbase are thinking I cheated when I didn’t! – you raised your voice and it, of course, immediately cracked. – I go see one friend and I’m the bad guy! You think that is easy for me?

Neymar blinked. He looked you over once more with wide eyes before slowly stalking towards you.

- You were leaving... – he started, lifted his eyes up, inhaled and turned back to you. – Why do you think you were leaving?

You snorted and stood up from the hood. What did he want – for you to admit that you did cheat when you didn’t?

- I’m so fucking done, - you muttered and turned to get to the driver’s seat.

Next thing you knew – an arm around your waist lifted your feet from the ground and you were put back on the car’s hood. You huffed, now angry and irritated, and started to get down again, before two arms caged you in.

You had no choice but to look into Neymar’s eyes, as he leaned over you to the point where you had fallen on your back if you hadn’t put your hands on the car to support yourself.

- You lift your ass up one more time and I swear to god, I’ll bring down those cuffs we use in the bedroom, cuff both of us together and you’ll have no choice but to talk to me, - he said, completely serious.

That’s a bluff.

- You know better than anyone that I only allow those to stay on, - challenge in your eyes turned both of you on, - those are too loose for me. I could always take them off with no key.

You could. That part was true. The false entrapment was both a turn-on and a relief for you.

The lack of surprise in Neymar’s eyes said everything you needed to know.

He always knew.

Of course.

- You don’t want to play with me right now, - he said in a husky voice. – I’m frustrated enough I will tie both of us together with a shoe lace if I have to.

The stare-off lasted for just a few seconds that felt longer than they were. You broke the eye contact first and blew out an exhausted breath. Then you looked up at him, defeated and calm.

- I didn’t cheat.

His eyebrows shot up. He looked so surprised that, for a second, you questioned whether he had even seen the article.

- Cheat? What a-

- Someone took a photo of me and Eddie, and they released an article about me possibly cheating, - you explained. – But I need you to know now and always – I didn’t cheat.

He looked at you as if you had just punched him in the face out of nowhere.

As if you had grown another head.

As if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

This was it, right? What more was there for you to say?

- I can show you the article, - you offered, quietly.

- I saw the article, - he stood frozen still. – Two days ago.

Both of you stood still for a moment. Like bewildered wax figures. Not saying a word. Not even breathing.

- Did you not? – Neymar almost whispered. – Did you not see it?

You shook your head, regained your voice and added:

- Only about thirty minutes ago.

- So when you said you didn’t want for me to break up with you, - he rubbed his temples, trying to fit everything together. – You thought I wanted to break with you over... – he waited for you to finish.

- Over me cheating...

- Over your cheating rumors?

You nodded.

Wait-

If he didn’t know why you were actually leaving-

- Why did you think I was leaving? – you asked.

He looked down before looking back at you, fidgeting his fingers at the same time.

- I thought you were breaking up, - he explained. – with me.

You laughed. Genuinely. All this crazy day, and this was the funniest thing you’ve heard thus far. Hearing you laugh, even for a stupid reason like that, made Neymar smile.

All the emotions you suppressed today made you burst out in laughter. Your boyfriend thought you would want to break up with him!

- What was I supposed to be thinking? – he started to explain, frustrated but with the same kind, usual, familiar amusement in his eyes. – I see a gossip article about my girlfriend and one of her friends. I assume she’s seen it too. And everything’s alright for two days straight so I don’t think about it. Then I come back home, she’s packed everything up, hugs me as if I’m dying and is almost crying on the spot, - he smiled down at you. – What am I supposed to be thinking?

- That she has her reasons? – you hug him for real this time. – And, hopefully, that she would never cheat, - you add, burrowed in his hoodie.

He pulls back and takes your face into his hands to make you look up.

- That’s why I didn’t bring the stupid article up, sweetheart, - he says. – No point in talking about it if I never, not for a second, entertained the thought.

He hugged you back and inhaled the smell of your shampoo in your hair, calming and comforting.

- I will, however, be getting tighter handcuffs, - he kisses the top of your head. – And I wasn’t joking about cuffing both of us together if you ever refuse to talk shit out, princess. I don’t know what house you grew up in but in this one we don’t run away.

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#1. NEYMAR: Bitter taste

SUMMARY: You and Neymar have been dating for only a few months when there were rumours about you being on vacation with your ex.

WARNINGS: angst

PAIRING: Neymar x female reader

Neymars POV:

Impossible. This can't be real. She would never do that. She loves me. I kept looking at the pictures and videos Y/N's ex posted on instagram a few days ago. She told me she'd be on vacation with her mother, but seemingly my fans knew better. They found recent pictures of her and her ex in Malta. I couldn't take my eyes off those pictures and stories. Pictures and videos of them at the beach together, clubbing, hugging, even kissing. Of course these images went viral instantly. Everyone was talking about how the "former playboy" Neymar Jr. got cheated on himself this time. Some people called it my karma, saying I deserved it. Others wished Y/N death in the comment section. But me? I felt nothing, pure emptiness. No emotions, no feelings. No sadness, no anger, nothing. Looking at her in these photos, I couldn't even recognize her as the woman I loved so much. She seemed so different. Her facial expressions, her gestures, her whole behavior. Who is she? Have I been really giving my all to someone I didn't actually know at the end of the day?

"Sinto muito irmão", Cris, one of my closest friends, texted me [I'm very sorry, bro]. Obviously he heard about the news already. I didn't even have the power or nerve to respond.

I was sitting outside on the terrace. It was about 8pm and Y/N was supposed to get here in about two hours. In those eight months we were together we have never been apart from each other for so long. We always managed to at least see each other at the weekends. Now she has been gone for three weeks and to be honest, I didn't even want her to come back. Thinking about how jealous she always used to be, how scared she was of losing me, and now it was her I saw in the arms of someone else.

I walked around the apartment, trying to find something to distract myself. The bottle of red wine I planned to drink with Y/N tonight caught my eye finally. Sinking into the couch I opened the bottle and couldn't stop myself from taking one sip after another. My family and friends called and texted me non-stop, reaching out to make sure I was alright, but I didn't want to talk to anyone. I switched my phone off and continued gazing at the TV that wasn't even on. All I saw was my reflection, sitting on the couch with a bottle of wine in my hands. Like a damn fool.

Soon enough, the second bottle was opened and I started feeling a little tipsy. No, I can't be here when she arrives. I can not stand looking or talking to her now. "Hey Kylian, what's up? Wanna go out tonight?", I called him after switching on my phone again, ignoring all the messages and missed calls. "Do you really think it’s a good idea to go out clubbing? Y/N will be there soon, you should probably talk it out", he replied.

"This is exactly what I don’t want and need. I've been sitting here overthinking it all for hours now. I need some distraction." It was clear to me that Kylian wasn't thrilled, but in the end, he agreed to get some drinks with me.

Y/Ns POV:

I could barely hold back a squeal of happiness the moment I opened the door to Neymars house. Three weeks without him felt like a year to me. I never thought I would miss someone so much.

Why are all the lights turned off? Weird. I expected him to wait for me, but didn't think of anything bad as I assumed he probably fell asleep on the couch, but no, he didn't. The only thing I saw were two empty bottles of red wine and a third one open. I laughed to myself "He really couldn’t wait and got drunk before I even arrived, hm?" Being sure that he already dozed off in the bedroom, I entered quietly, only to find the room empty. I slowly started worrying. Where the hell was he? What was going on? Is this another one of his stupid pranks? I tried to switch on my phone to see if he texted me anything, but the battery was dead. As I was looking for a charger, I noticed a little note at the side of my bed and picked it up.

I hope you had a great vacation with (your ex's name). Pack your stuff and be gone by tomorrow morning.

What the fuck? Where did this come from? My heart was racing, I started panicking. "Come on, come on, come on", I said as I tried to turn on my phone once more. A sigh of relief escaped my lips when I finally was able to type in my code. I tried calling Neymar, but as expected, he didn't pick up. After the probably 7th call I decided to check if he posted something on his instagram story, revealing where he would be or what he was doing. He didn’t post anything, but Kylian did. He was out with Neymar, in some kind of club. Suddenly I got a text from my best friend. "Uhm, why is (your ex's name) posting pictures of you two together? Aren’t these old?" What did he do? I knew he never liked seeing Neymar and me together, but making up rumours?! For what? Did he really think I'd go back to him after he tried to destroy my relationship?

I searched (your ex's name) up on instagram and was in shock. He indeed posted pictures and videos of us together in Malta from a year ago. I scrolled through the comments. Some people were making of Neymar, saying he deserved to get played after everything he has allegedly done to women. But most of them wished me death, stating they expected me to cheat, I am so fake, I never loved Neymar but his money and fame only.

The tears started rolling down my cheeks as I sat down on the bed. How could he ever think I would actually cheat on him? Didn’t I show how much I loved him? Wasn’t I doing enough for him and our relationship? Glancing at the note he wrote once more, I shook my head. I wouldn’t just leave him like this. Not for some stupid cheating rumours.

Neymars POV:

I decided to spend the night at Kylians house, giving Y/N the opportunity to leave before I'd get home. Normally, going out with friends and drinking always distracted me for at least a few hours, but it didn’t help me at all last night. Quite the opposite even. My eyes were still red and puffy from all the crying. My throat was burning due to the amount of alcohol I drank.

Entering the house I could still smell her fragrance. I took a deep breath, knowing this was the last time I would be "that" close to her. Looking around I realised there really wasn’t any of her belongings, meaning she most probably read the note and left like I told her to. "Oh shit", I whispered to myself as I entered the living room, seeing the bottles of wine that left a disgusting smell. As a consequence of the heavy drinking from last night, I couldn’t stand to smell any form of alcohol, so I decided to spend some minutes on the terrace. To my surprise, the door stood open. I stepped out and saw Y/N sitting on the bench, drinking coffee. "What are you doing here?", I harshly asked, "I told you to leave by the morning."

"And you really think I would just leave you like that?" Her eyes were as red and puffy as mine. She looked like she hasn’t slept the whole night. My heart would actually break seeing her cry, especially knowing I was the reason, but this time I didn't even care. "Well, you really should since I fucking told you to." The tears in her eyes were forming again as she looked away from me. "Have you at least packed your bags?", I asked her. She shook her head from left to right. "Then I'm going to do it for you", I said going inside.

"Neymar", Y/N shouted following me. I opened the door to her closet and started taking her stuff out. "Can you at least hear me out? I just want to explain it all to you." I looked at her in disbelief and laughed sarcastically. "I don't need an explanation. Everything I need to know, I saw."

"But it isn’t true Neymar, I didn’t cheat on you." I let out an annoyed moan. "You want to tell me these pictures are photoshopped? You met him by accident and then decided to spend your vacation with him so you wouldn’t get bored with your mom? Honestly, just drop it. I don’t wanna hear shit from you." Watching her breaking down in tears made me swallow very hard, but I couldn’t give in, not after her cheating on me with her ex. "The pictures and videos he posted are old. It was on his birthday, last year."

"Mhm, and it’s just a coincidence you've been there on his birthday again right?"

"Actually, yes. You know he lives there. The year I've been with him I was there all the time. I even thought of moving there. Trust me, I don't give a damn about him anymore. I just fell in love with the island." We remained silent for a moment, while I continued to throw her belongings into a random suitcase I found. "I don't know how to prove it to you, Ney. I deleted all those pictures as soon as we got together. I can’t even show you they’re old." No response from me. "He always wanted to tear us apart because he knew you were the real reason I left him."

"Congratulations to him. He succeeded", I coldly replied. She took out her phone and started scrolling, "Here." From the corner of my eye, I saw her holding her phone up. "Y/N, I don't want to see anything. I don't even care anymore. We're done."

"But this is undeniable proof that he is lying", her voice got louder, which made me raise an eyebrow at her. "Undenibale proof you say, huh?" I took the phone out of her hand and saw her instagram story archive. The same pictures and videos he posted a few days ago. My heart stopped for a second when I saw the date. Over a year ago. Not even able to look at her, I handed her her phone back. I couldn’t say a word, I felt so stupid. "But if you wish for me to leave, I will", she broke the silence, ripping her stuff out of my hand, "I just wanted to let you know that I would never cheat on you and if you still decide to go separate ways, it’s okay. Just please know that I really do love you and could never do anything to hurt you." I watched her filling the suitcase with her clothes. "And for your future relationships, you should really consider talking to your girlfriend first before leaving her without even giving her a chance to explain herself", she somehow managed to say inbetween her sobs. "Y/N, baby…" I softly hugged her from behind and turned her around. She buried her face in my chest and started crying even harder. "I'm so sorry. I can’t believe I even thought you would do that to me. He just made everything seem so legit and real." We just stood there, no one saying a word until she calmed down a little. "I love you Neymar, I love you so much. How could you even believe it for a second?" she spoke up.

"I didn’t at first, but… what would you think? I knew you were actually there and all of a sudden these photos appear on his instagram. And it’s not even a year ago that you broke up with him. I was scared you could possibly go back." Y/N finally looked up, staring right into my eyes. "I love you, you idiot", she said before pecking my lips quickly. "I love you too." I wiped away her tears with my thumb. "How about we'll take a nap, order food later and watch some movies? I think none of us really slept this night." She yawned as she nodded. "Sounds good to me."

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I have a quick question if you don't mind me asking. Can you please do one where a gender neutral reader is a secret singer? Like they walk on stage and their partner recognizes them even with a costume and makeup. Can I please request Hanzo, Genji, Moira, Lucio, Ramattra, Zenyatta Junker Queen, Junkrat, and Roadhog to be the ones who are the partner who figures out that they're dating a popular singer.

There was a lot to this, but I hope it's okay! (I also haven't slept when I upload this, so I apologise for any mistakes or errors.)

I'll add everything under the cut, but here is a main scenario you can use or make your own up;;;

You had been dating your partner for a few months now and things were healthy. Everything was as it should be, though, you had a secret you couldn’t exactly tell them. Fear was holding you back - you did not know how they would act, whether they would use you or leave you.

HANZO

He was three drinks into the night when the act started.

At first, he didn’t care until the voice resonated within his ears.

Looking up, his eyes adjusted to the spotlights shining down amongst the crowd before they dimmed and the main stage lit up.

Their voice was something ethereal. Something that Hanzo recognised instantly.

Despite the outfit they were wearing, behind all of that make-up, Hanzo recognised the person instantly.

Shock was present on the archers face, but that was quickly overcome with astonishment.

He couldn’t believe it. His partner was the most popular singer in Hanamura.

Hanzo couldn’t stop staring, watching the way they performed so effortlessly.

Their hips swaying in time with the song, lips wet and shining in the spotlight, voice angelic as the day he first hear them.

His heart flutters, flush appearing on his cheeks and not from the alcohol he had already consumed.

When his eyes met theirs, a smile forms on their face, a wink directed to the man seated within the booth.

Hanzo could feel the heat rise in his body as he smiled back, tipping his glass towards his partner.

There were several emotions running through him, from love to lust, Hanzo couldn’t quite wrap his head around why you kept it a secret.

Nevermind though, he was already planning on making you sing for him privately.

GENJI

Genji had made plans that night with a few friends he had made during his playtime in Hanamura all those years ago. Some form of a “catch up over drinks” he called it.

Sitting in a circular booth close to the stage, the ninja looks up at the presenter talking about the opening act, a name he recognizes but had no face to put it to.

When you come out on stage in all that make-up and wearing an outfit that catches everyone's eyes, Genji can’t help but stare either.

It took him a moment between blinks for it to register that the person on stage was his partner he had been dating.

His jaw practically drops, hand clasp tightly around his drink.

Eyes were blown wide, either from lust or from pure adoration at your singing ability.

Genji felt his entire body flare up in heat, something so secretive only turned him on more.

His friends that surrounded him made their remarks but he didn’t pay them no mind.

His entire focus was on you.

Genji could only sit there and stare.

The moment you lock eyes with him and give a playful wink accompanied with a smirk, the dragon inside stirs.

Oh you don’t get to play this game.

The night was still young and the ninja had so many ideas in mind.

MOIRA

The Irishwoman would have rather been anywhere else tonight, but after a week of failed experiments, what other choice did she have?

The bar sat across from the stage was where she was situated, and her phone lay on the countertop in silence.

You hadn’t even bothered to check in on her today which only fueled her rage more.

She needed time to herself, however. Perhaps the night will go in her favour of some peace.

Just when she finished her second drink, the ice rattling in her glass, she turns to face the stage.

The act had already started, singer atop the stage in sparkles and glitter.

Moira felt something familiar but couldn’t quite place her fingers on it.

Then there was that turn you did, one that the scientist recognised instantly.

It was you singing your heart out. Not only that, but in such an establishment? She couldn’t quite believe it.

No wonder you had been distant today, you were here preparing for this.

He anger at you dies out instantly as she watches on, admiring the way your voice sounded along with the music.

She knew you could sing but this was an entire new level.

Moira clapped when the song was over, smile as wide as her face met yours to which you bashfully hid away.

Questions have answers and she was going to get them, one way or another.

LUCIO

It wasn’t his first time in the venue and it sure wasn’t going to be his last.

He always had a seat at the VIP table just in front of the main stage, and tonight you were suppose to join him.

When his calls went unanswered, a sinking feeling grew in his stomach. There were many faces already staring at him on his own.

He tried to drown his sorrows with a few drinks, hopelessly texting you, wondering where you are.

Then the announcer calls out a famous singers name and Lucio can’t help but feel somewhat hurt that you’re leaving him like this.

He stands to leave and when a voice starts singing, a perfect harmony that his ears twitch and listen to, he spins around.

Immediately he recognises you, he knows the frequency of your voice, they perfect, sweet noises that come from your throat.

It was you.

You hadn’t stood the artist up, no, you were here with him.

He takes his seat and watches you sway in time with the music.

Eyes meet and he can’t help but grin. No wonder you were so secretive.

When the song was finally over, you didn’t waste anytime in jumping from the stage and sitting beside Lucio.

His hand holds yours as he compliments you, placing a kiss to your temple.

He didn’t mind, it’ll be all over the papers tomorrow regardless.

RAMATTRA

What was an omnic like him doing in such a place like this?

The only time he had a need to being here was to strike deals that suited his arrangements.

A questioning invite made him wander into the place, suit hugging his body as he unbuttoned the blazer to sit down.

He crossed his arms, leaning back in the chair as he watched the stage, an opening act that did not pique his interest at all.

When a familiar voice rang through several minutes later, his receptors picked up the frequencies, instantly looking up to the figure on stage.

His optics adjusted to the light, a smirk coursing through his wires as he watches his partner, their hips moving to the rhythm.

He couldn’t help but stare, system flaring up as he records the show for later.

When his partner finally stops singing, their vocals now a slow murmur against the next act, Ramattra watches them make their way to his booth.

“You finally came through.” He spoke, matter of factly.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I knew.”

Of course he knew. He had everything about you saved within his systems.

“Plus your secret wasn’t exactly secret with me.” He muses.

ZENYATTA

The omnic had planned this little date with you months prior, an exquisite date fit for someone like you.

Little did he know, that the place you were currently seated in had regulars there that recognise you instantly.

At first you passed them off, Zenyatta staying beside you throughout it all.

He was confused until some older looking person came and pulled you away from your partner.

You laughed, brushing him off before eventually being pulled onto the stage, microphone in your hand.

It all came naturally and the tilt of Zenyatta’s head made you smirk.

Your voice hit his receptors just right and the monk could feel his wires warm up as he watches you perform for everyone else.

When the show was over, applause ringing loud throughout the venue, you make your way back to him.

“You put on quite a show.” He admits with a chuckle.

His optics met your eyes, looking at how they glistened under the warm light.

“How long have you kept this secret?”

“Too long.”

Zenyatta brushed his thumb over your knuckles as he held your hand before bringing it up to his faceplate, planting a makeshift kiss against it.

“Perhaps you could tell me more as the night goes on.”

JUNKERQUEEN

It was a normal night for the queen.

Junkertown bars held karaoke nights each weekend, the establishments packed with drunks and Aussies alike.

Some nights, upon the queens request, does she have private shows before her on her throne.

Several acts lay before her, the music was loud but when her eyes set upon an almost familiar figure, everything heightened.

Their voice was angelic, something she recognised instantly as they sang their hearts out.

Odessa thought hard about where she recognised their voice, it was just there…

The moment their eyes lock, it hit her, the one singer she had adored for years, the one partner she had loved for months.

It was the same person.

Her smile became something feral as she stood, practically marching her way over there.

Upon reaching her partner, hands laced together as her lips brushed against your ear.

“Who knew you had such a voice.”

She felt your cheeks flush against hers, a devilish smile caressing her face.

Odessa now had several ideas whirling inside of her head.

“Your queen would enjoy a more… private ensemble.”

JUNKRAT

The Aussie was head over heels for you, that much was plainly obvious by the way he would talk about you and show you off.

There was something about you though that rose suspicions.

The way you would sneak off and come back late at night. While he knew you weren’t screwing around, something unfamiliar settled in his stomach.

One night, he followed you, the nighttime heat on the back of his neck.

Upon entering a small, unmonitored establishment, Jamison could feel the hairs on his arms stand up.

He peered around the back, eyes searching for you and when your voice echoed through the dimly lit room, tones changing quickly as you sang, did the junker find his heart fluttering.

His partner, the love of his life, the one he trusted everything with…

You were singing for others, but never for him.

He wondered why, but when he realised that you were the most sought singer in the entirety of Junkertown, he understood.

Time passed before you eventually came home, seeing Jamison sleeping on the bed.

Lazily, he cuddled up with you, hand stroking your stomach as he mumbles out sleepily;

“You have the voice of an angel.”

ROADHOG

Nothing could’ve prepared him for such a relationship between him and you.

Never had he thought someone would love him the way you do, so when you invited him out on a date several weeks into the relationship, he was almost startled.

For once, the man dressed up nice, smart suit and tie and he made his way over to one of the more prestigious places in Junkertown.

By almost begging the queen, you managed to get him in unharmed, guards escorting him into the building and standing around to keep a watchful eye on you.

At first he was confused as to where you were, but when a familiar voice sang out, stage lit up beautifully despite half of the bulbs flickering, his ears perk up.

He looked up, eyes widening as he witnessed his partner, the one singer he had on repeat for the last few months, was there on the stage.

He couldn’t believe it at first, but the subtle smiles and winks you passed to him was all the confirmation he needed that it was indeed you.

He was dating one of the well known and renowned singers in all of Junkertown.

It makes his head spin, the excitement taking over as he can’t help but stand and applaud when the act is over.

Mako grasps you firmly, pulling your body flush to his as he wipes the bead of sweat from your cheek.

“You have kept this from me?” His voice was low, gruff as he watched you.

“I had no choice.”

He huffs, shaking his head.

“You sound wonderful.” He admits.

His hand squeezes your side.

“I’d like to hear you again.”

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c-nstellati-ns · 8 months

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Softly overstimulating Lúcio I BEGGG I need that man WHIMPERING

mmm yes

lucio's always been on the more sensitive side, whether that be emotionally or physically-- it was very apparent when you touched him so tenderly.

the soft noises that spilled from his bitten and bruised lips were addicting as you slowly fingered him open, curling your digits in such a way that had the poor boy's legs shaking and back arching.

lucio's already cum twice now, but you shush him softly and lean in to press a soft kiss to his temple. "one more, sweet thing..." you mutter against his skin before sucking another hickey onto his dark skin. he lets out a whine, making you look up at him. he looked beautiful. his thick lashes clumped up with tears as he pouts at you,,, it was clear he wanted some reassurance, and who were you to deny your baby?

you leaned close into him, brushing your lips over his cheek as your fingers continued to work him into another orgasm, praising him for all his work. "my good boy... working so hard these past couple months, I'm so proud of you." you hear him hiccup against your ear, his legs weakly tightening around your hips but almost immediately falling open once again as you curl your fingers right into lucio's sweet spot. he lets out a broken sob and there's fat globs of salty tears running down his face, which you kiss away. his cock throbs between your stomachs and its not long before his arousal spills all over the two of you.

you kiss him relentlessly, praising him for being so good for you. he preens underneath your touch and affection, a well needed break from all the stresses of his tours. you'll pamper him the whole night if it comes down to it. lucio deserved it, after all.

#achilles' thirsts ⭐#nonnie !!#top male reader #top reader #dom male reader #dom reader #lucio correia dos santos #lucio x male reader #lucio x reader #lucio correia dos santos x male reader #lucio correia dos santos x reader #sub lucio #sub lucio correia dos santos

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lovefks · 1 year

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ᥫ᭡Kisses.ᐟ ［Neymar x reader］

ᥫ᭡ summary cuddles and kisses is what you love being woken up for

ᥫ᭡ pairing neymar jr x reader

ᥫ᭡ warning nothing but

Being woken up is trash, especially when it’s weekend. But there is only one condition you allow to be woken up to; morning kisses.

You could feel his soft lips on yours, your lips between his. You just love that feeling. You tried to speak, but only a little squeak came out as you still felt his lips on yours. „Ney…” you murmured softly. This made him grab your hip and pull you even closer. You mumbled his name again „mhm“ he mumbled back while still kissing you.

You tried to answer, but soon his lips landed on your cheek, nibbling on it softly. „Ney… what are you doing“ you said while giggling softly. You loved every second of it and Neymar knew it. „Yes Meu anjo?“ he said while his voice got blocked by your cheek. He moved to your lips again, while you stroke his hair softly, letting out small, soft giggles. „you are so cute, you know that?“ you tried to say, but it as just a non understandable sentence.

He stoped kissing you and you both looked your eyes; he has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen…

He began to shift and cuddled his head into your neck. „thank you y/n. Você é a pessoa mais bonita do mundo“ he mumbled into your neck. Oops you thought, I just said that out loud (You are the most prettiest person in the world)

These are the moments you never thought would become reality. The moments you had only dreamed about, but when you met Neymar, he made those dreams become reality without knowing that what he does, is exactly what you want,

Him cuddling into you with his lips softly kissing you, with your hands around him; these moments…

…These moments where the ones who were worth it being woken up

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can u write something about Neymar begging reader to make tiktoks with him

#1. LAMBADA | Neymar Jr

Sorry if this is bad, didn’t write for such a long time

"God Ney, what are you doing?", you shouted out. You were in the bathroom getting ready for todays dinner when you heard the same song play over and over again. It was Lambada by Kaoma. Admittedly, you loved the song, but it started getting on your nerves after listening to it for probably the fifth or sixth time.

Neymar didn’t respond, so after putting on your red lipstick and quickly fixing your hair, you rushed out of the bathroom. You thought he fell asleep, which would be an explanation for the endless loop of the song. Slowly opening the bedroom door, you saw your boyfriend dancing around the room as he kept on turning around to check himself on his phone that seemed to record Neymars moves. Every time he faced his phone, he would stick his tongue out and do a little jump. Though you didn’t want to disturb his sweet dance session, you couldn’t hold back a giggle, which made him jump up and look back to you. He started laughing as well, then softly dragged you into the room. "TikTok huh?", you smiled. He nodded as the song continued to play. Neymar put one arm around your waist, his other hand intertwined with yours. The two of you slowly started moving back and forth with the rhythm. "But it’s not a song you dance to alone", he winked at you, a big grin appearing on his face. You shook your head from left to right, "I love our little dances but they're not going on TikTok." He pouted and repeatedly kissed your cheek. "Please, let’s just do it for fun. It’s not serious", he said in between the kisses.

"No Ney, no." You tried to free yourself from his grip, but he pulled you even closer. "And if we just do it for ourselves? Maybe you’ll like it and even let me post it", he smirked, looking you deeply in the eyes. You let out a sigh, "Fine." Neymar happily smiled and kissed your cheek once more before you found yourselves dancing around the room again. His arm around your hands, your hand intertwined with his and him singing along, you even forgot that you were being recorded. You were simply enjoying this sweet moment the two of you shared. At least until he picked you up bridal style and swung you around while shouting "Dançada lambada". You wrapped your hands around his neck and started laughing before getting lost in his beautiful sparkling eyes that gazed at you in absolute love and admiration. "Eu te amo", he mouthed and placed a short but loving kiss onto your lips.

"Post it", you mumbled as you rewatched the video countless times. "Really?", he made sure, his eyes widened in excitement. You nodded in agreement. Usually you didn’t like being posted that much since Neymar and you announced your relationship publicly not too long ago, but you weren’t able to take your eyes off the video. You were still nervous as you finally watched him posting it onto his TikTok. Neymar looked up at you, grabbing your hand while you were deeply breathing in. "Don’t worry meu amor, they’ll love you for bringing out my silly side." And he wasn’t wrong about that. His fans loved the video and were hoping for many more to come.