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blueaetherr · 1 year

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Can i request richarlison where he spoils her so much xx🫠

in thought of you

pairing: richarlison x fem!reader [she/her]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where richarlison spoils the reader in more ways than one

Richarlison has always been a giving person. It was something in his nature, in his person, something naturally of custom to him. And he enjoyed it—the giving part of things—because he knew he wouldn't be letting go of it any time soon seeing as he loved it so much. He associated giving with two kinds of people: those in need and those he loved the most. And Y/N, his partner, was just one of those people he loved the most.

And this part of Richarlison was most prominent in their relationship, towards Y/N, appearing in a few ways.

At first it came through as rather materialistic. He had the money, the resources and everything else one needed, why would he not cash out on her? He bought her the world: they spent their time searching for her choice of clothes, he was open yet careful when picking out her jewellery, so much so that she was soon drowning in luxury and prestige.

"They reminded me of you," he would say, every time he brought back the finest necklace, every time the two passed by an item and Richarlison knew he had to get it for his partner, every time his mom spoke highly about a certain item of clothing or jewellery. And he would say it all with the kindest smile one would ever see.

And Y/N would return the smile and say, "Thank you," because she was grateful. For how he chose to spend on her, for how he always had her in mind even when he went out shopping for himself. For how he let her feel herself in such glamorous wear, for his efforts to make her happy. For that, she was grateful. But it became too much for her; too flashy and far out of her comfort zone sometimes, so he had to switch it up.

Then there came the flowers; the gift offering simple presence and kindness. Richarlison gave them to Y/N whenever he could, the ones his mom kept in her assorted garden or the ones he always noticed walking past the local florist. Whenever they went out and he saw a flower, laying perfect and pretty, he would pick it up and personally hand it to Y/N. When he knew he would be gone for a few days for a match, he would have flowers, far delicate and dressed, delivered to their place.

"These reminded me of you," he would say or message, every time he brought back a bouquet or two home, every time he picked up that random flower off the side of the street, every time he had her favourite flowers, in her favourite colour too, delivered home. And he would say it with a smile, one rather favouring his nerves, considering that offering flowers wasn't his initial way of giving.

And she would say, "Thank you," nonetheless. She always loved the flowers, personally. For their pretty appearance, for their delightful smell, and for how Richarlison associated them with her. For how determined he was to get a flower even if it was really out of reach; he always made the effort for her, regardless of the challenge that came with it. She remained grateful for his will to give. But, soon enough, it became too much for both of them.

Not enough room in the house to place the flowers, not enough space in the garden to plant them. Not enough space in the kitchen or rooms to place them, bringing in too many insects and causing her allergies to act up. This one, Richarlison was reluctant to switch up—flowers grew to be his favourite item to give his partner. But for their best interests, he chose to switch it up.

Finally, there was the quality time. Now this one, when he could, Richarlison spoilt her with a lot of this and so much more. The mornings spent in bed, the afternoons cleaning the house together with spirits and music high. The evenings playing football in the backyard for the thrill and fun of it all, the days he would wait on her until she came back from a late night out.

And Y/N would say, "Thank you." In fact, she had more to present than just a thank you (even though Richarlison thought it was more than enough). She would hug him, kiss him and do everything she had to offer him (how could she not when he always managed to give her the world)? For the times he pulled her back into bed, for the times when they were belting song lyrics on their off days. For the times he waited up for her after a night out, for the times he chose to hang out with her over his friends. And there was no criticism to any of it; in simple, she was grateful.

In her eyes, in all ways was Richarlison spoiling her, gifting her, giving to her. Through the materials, through the flowers, through the quality time. And she loved them, she appreciated it all equally. Because whether he chose to spoil her in one way or another, at the end of the day, they reminded me of you, these reminded me of you, this reminded me of you—he did everything in thought of her, and that was enough for Y/N to be reassured in their relationship.

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i-care-4u · 1 year

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[ ✹ ] RICHARLISON HEADCANONS

PAIR: RICHARLISON X READER

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST

DATING RICHARLISON INCLUDES…

you’re very supportive throughout his football career

he is your biggest fan in anything you do

wearing his jerseys

“is that my jersey you’re wearing?”

he then buys you a jersey so you and him could match at the games

secretly, he admires seeing you wearing his clothes, whether that be his jersey or jackets

matching tattoos

after getting matching tattoos, richarlison thought of getting a tattoo relating to you

“you’re getting a tattoo dedicated to me?”

richarlison nods, and you warned him, “just don’t tattoo my face on your back”

richarlison ended up getting a tattoo with your name or your initials

him blasting dança do pombo from the living room

sometimes you’ll take a nap until you hear the purr noises from the song

“prrr…prrr…prrr…prrr…”

“richarlison, are you dancing again?”

“come down so i can teach you.”

he teaches you the pombo dance afterwards

because of that, you started giving him the nickname, pombo [pigeon]

on the field, he dedicates his goals for you

he points at you and mouths, “this is for you.”

yes, the bicycle kick goal was dedicated to you too

in his spare time, he likes making tiktoks

“amor, look what i made!” richarlison shows you a silly edit he made on tiktok

he uses those capcut templates to do them

“i can tell it took so long to make that!” you sarcastically told him

going on walks with him and his dogs

taking you out on picnics

his love language is gift gifting

on the third date, richarlison brought an extraordinary gift for you, larger than the usual

unlike the previous gifts, richarlison took you to his home to reveal a big teddy bear plushie

hair cut? you can always count on him

although not all the time

“just to get this straight, do you want it shaven or r9 style?”

“how about i go to a real hairstylist instead?”

he loves to make you laugh

friendly, yet a goofy person to be around

you are very grateful to have him in your life as your boyfriend

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maneaterss · 1 year

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HII I LOVE YOUR STORIES SM. okay can you write a fic where the reader is being insecure about their appearance and then richarlison comforts them 🤭🤭🤭

pairing: richarlison x insert.

summary: when the reader makes little comments about her appearance, richarlison decides he wont have any of it.

cw: richarlison being cute AGAIN, insecurities.

authors note: THANK YOU BAE THIS REQ IS SO CUTE.

DISCLAIMER:

i've been trying to get the mist descriptive reqs done first and then working on the others, ill probs be done by the end of the week w/ all of the ones im gonna do up until this point. If yours isn't done then it was either vague; "(fluff/angst/smut) with(character)?" be descriptive!! or it was something i wont right. i wont right any imagines for inserts that are given childish characteristics and i especially will not write for age gaps- because its not something i would be comfortable doing and its also not realistic- which is what i like to write. lastly i want to say that i will not write HARSH smut- there will be themes in the smut that i do chose to write but i cannot see myself writing for deeper topics (im not gonna give examples but ykwim). THATS ALLLLL, this is not targeted!! enjoy this req!

your dinner with your boyfriend was spectacular, you were out of town for an event he had to attend so being able go to a restaurant you weren't familiar with was refreshing.

you'd spent time on your hair and makeup- even going so far as to deliberately chose your outfit. your dress came out of a suitcase but you thought it looked nice.

you and richarlison ate and enjoyed eachothers company, he took a few photos of you and put his phone down, commenting something about how he was going to make it his background and that your smile was beautiful.

you finished your meal and payed for the bill- lingering in the restaurant until your uber came to get you both.

once on the way home you scrolled through your messages to respond to your friends and family seeing as you weren't really on your phone during the dinner. you looked up from your screen to see a big smile on richarlisons- he caught onto your staring, "my god, you're so fucking beautiful."

you were curious to see what he was gawking at and a photo from the dinner was on his screen, you saw what you looked like im that frame and suddenly your dress didn't fit right, your smiles was awkward for your face, your hair looked messy, and you should've work more makeup. your smile was wiped from you face after seeing that photo.

"ew." you muttered.

"delete it." you said. richarlison was obviously confused- seeing as he thought you were the epitome of attraction, he questioned you, "just delete it." you said again before going back to scrolling on your phone- turning slightly away from him.

you'd always been a little bit insecure but this changed your entire night- you felt uncomfortable just sitting in this car. you felt guilty for being with richarlison and looking like you did in that photo. you were honestly a little embarrassed too.

the uber finally made it back to your hotel and the walk back inside was silent as you still felt shame. richarlison on the other hand was extremely confused, he didn't know if you were mad at him or if he did something wrong so he stayed silent until you entered the doors of ur room. "why'd you make me delete the photo y/n?"

you set your purse down on the small couch before taking a seat on the same couch to take your shoes off, "it was a bad photo thats all."

richarlison walking over to you at you sat there, "what?"

"it was just a really ugly photo."

"ugly? y/n are you serious right now?"

he genuinely asked you that question, and you laughed will nodding your head- your laughter directly contradicting with the tears welling up in your eyes.

your boyfriend just stood there staring at you for 30 seconds, genuinely trying to understand where this insecurity would even stem from. to him your face was the most precious thing in the world, something that the gods took their time with, he knew every detail of your face- and your body was something he worshipped and knew how to care for, to him you were honestly enchanting- but he didn't know how to put that into words as his deep gaze was set on you and every detail of your being.

he knelt down before you, meeting your eyeline as he wiped and kissed away your tears. you felt like such a fucking baby.

"i dont know what you are seeing when you look at yourself but-" he began to kiss your neck, "you are the most captivating person i have ever layed eyes on." he moved down to your collarbone, "you make every part of my day better meu amor." he kissed across your shoulder blade, "you're practically glowing y/n" he places one last kiss at your shoulder, "the most enchanting woman in the world."

he was satisfied as your cheeks were now red, no more tears lingered in your eyes. he moved up from his spot on the floor and he grabbed your chin and pulled you in for a kiss- tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "you're breathtaking."

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hypnotiiize · 1 year

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𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵

𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: i wrote this mad long ago and left it. went back to read it and i was like THIS IS SOOOO CUTE so i’m gonna post it cause richarlison needs more fics. she’s Black!

There was a special kind of aloneness that accompanied learning a language in a land that was, in the same way, exceptionally foreign.

Though, Richarlison supposed that he was truthfully the foreign one. There were jokes he wanted to make. Songs he wanted to reference. Food he wanted to share with someone who knew his old life just as well as he did. Instead, he was alone. Everyone around him spoke very quickly to each other, laughing as another apparent joke was made while he struggled to decipher what they were even talking about, to begin with. When they were forced to address him they would speak slowly. He would simply nod after their third time explaining something to him, finding that they were growing annoyed with him. When they would walk off he would be left to sift through the conversation he’d just had to figure out what was being asked of him.

He was well aware that the people around him did not know how quick-witted he was in his native language. They only knew him as their new teammate who took a minute to think before speaking, carefully deliberating over his every word. Those that lacked patience would not address him some days. He understood them. Still, he grew quieter as the days passed, not wanting to speak until he had mastered the language. Until he could make jokes quickly. Laugh quickly. Think quickly.

His plan had worked for almost four weeks. He felt his chest swell in pride when his teammate invited him to a party and it only took him a few seconds to understand him. He nodded graciously. Later, as he dressed for the party, he would wonder if his nod had been from his excitement, or because he actually wanted to go to a party. Either way, he was happy.

He found himself underneath fluorescent lights as strangers danced around him. He listened closely to their conversations, trying to learn a few more words as he nursed a drink in his hand. It was there that he heard her voice for the first time. She was speaking quickly, too, so quickly that he found himself scanning the crowd before him to find her. She was a few feet in front of him with a wide grin, shouting over the music at who he presumed was her friend. Her hair curled around her face, making it difficult to see her. He found himself leaning forward and squinting, his heart speeding up. She turned her face toward his direction and when he finally saw her, really saw her, he felt as if he’d had the wind knocked out of him.

If he was home, he would waste no time going up to her and getting her number. But he wasn’t home. And she was speaking too quickly. And he could not keep up with her. So, feeling as if his heart was in his stomach, he sat back and gnawed on his bottom lip, watching her move around the club. He watched as men who actually spoke her language squandered their chances with her and only felt worse.

He was so caught up in her smiles that he did not realize it when his teammate sat down beside him. His teammate spoke to him in Portuguese, as he often opted to do whenever it was just the two of them together. He asked, first, why he was staring at the girl across the room. Then, when Richarlison said it was because he thought she was beautiful, his teammate nudged him with his elbow and told him to speak to her. Richarlison scoffed, shaking his head. He could not speak English that well, he said, and then pointed out the fact that he’d watched her reject about four different people in the last hour. His teammate laughed– the last hour? Had he really been watching her that long? Then, someone called for his teammate in that same fast-paced language he could not understand just yet. Before his teammate left he nudged him once more and encouraged him to speak to her. Richarlison just shook his head.

He had just gotten himself to stop searching for her in the crowd when he felt someone sit beside him on the velvet couch. He lowered his gaze and studied the way his drink swirled in the glass.

“Hi,” came a familiarly high voice, the same one he had been focusing on for the majority of his time at the party. He all but snapped his neck in half to turn to the woman beside him. She smiled at him, tilting her head when he did not respond.

“Hello,” he finally willed himself to say when she didn’t leave after his stunned silence, clearing his throat when his voice cracked slightly.

She smiled wider. He could hear his heartbeat, and for a moment he wondered if she could, too.

“You have an accent,” she said, only looking delighted at the revelation rather than annoyed. “Where are you from?”

“Uh. Brazil,” he said.

She gasped, and he found that he loved the smile on her face. He wasn’t sure what he was doing that made her grin in that way, but he was hoping he could keep it up.

“Oh! That’s so cool! How long have you been over here?”

He blinked at her as he fought to quickly understand her question– at least, he was sure it was a question from her tone. She placed her elbow on the back of the couch and crossed her legs, sitting comfortably beside him as if they were friends.

“Some months,” he finally answered. “My English isn’t so good yet.”

“I think it’s great,” she complimented. He felt his face go hot as he smiled, and he was sure that she could see the pink along his cheeks, too.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

She grinned. “You’re welcome. And I’m sorry if I’m all in your space right now, my shoes were hurting me. Had to sit down.”

He shook his head at once, gesturing with his hands for her to sit as he pondered what his response would be. “No, no. It’s okay. You’re fine.”

“You promise?” The corner of her mouth turned upward in a smirk.

He laughed, his cheeks burning a bit more. “Promise.”

There was a stretch of silence in which he tried his best not to stare at her, though that was proving itself to be increasingly difficult. Her legs, crossed at her ankles, were two inches from his. If he moved a certain way– maybe even if he breathed too hard– his knee threatened to brush against hers. She was on her phone, completely unaware of the trance she’d put him in. She flipped her curls over her shoulder and typed something to someone quickly, mouthing along to the music playing. Against his better judgment, he stared at the shape of her lips. One of her tight curls lay on her lip and he thought, briefly, about telling her of the hair. He quickly nixed that idea upon realizing that he would not be able to explain why he was staring at her lips so hard.

“You okay?” He heard her say. When he blinked himself out of his stupor, she was staring at him questioningly.

“Yes. Thank you,” he replied, nodding curtly before turning forward. If he could separate his soul from his body to curse himself out he would.

“Were you daydreaming?” she asked.

“No,” he answered rather quickly, because daydreaming while staring at someone seemed a little bit too intimate for a person he’d just met. “I was…” Well, what was he doing? He glanced at her again, brown eyes flying to her curls, his saving grace. “It’s– Your hair. It’s very nice.” Technically it was true, he had been looking at her hair.

“Oh!” She seemed shocked by this. He could not, for the life of him, figure out why. “Thank you so much! I thought it wasn’t giving, but I’m glad someone likes it.”

He had no clue what she was on about but he was just happy that he seemed to have made her feel better about her hair. “It’s very curly. It’s beautiful.”

She went quiet, opting to look at him for ten extremely long seconds. He panicked internally, going over their conversation to see if he’d mistranslated anything and therefore said something awkward. Just when he reached himself telling her that his English wasn’t so good, she leaned forward and asked, “What’s your name?”

He understood her almost instantly. “I’m Richarlison,” he said quickly.

She smiled, offering her name easily and adding, “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too.” He bit his bottom lip gently, brown eyes falling to her mouth once more. He had to say something before she grew bored with him, he knew. He had to utilize his scarce time with her on that couch before her friends began to wonder where she was or before someone else came to potentially ask her on a date. He sucked in a breath as he wracked his brain for something to say. However, when he did eventually speak, he did not have time to process what he uttering.

“You’re very pretty,” he’d said in one breath, his eyes widening the next moment. For some reason, she didn’t look as taken aback as he had expected her to. Instead, she was smiling. She always seemed to be smiling.

“You’re very handsome,” she simply replied. His cheeks went hot again.

He decided that he would not say anymore. He didn’t want to come off too strong and scare her off. He didn’t want to mar the great exchange they’d had so far. He was content with only having that one conversation with the woman beside him, as long as it meant that she would only ever think of him in a positive light in the same way that he would think of her. When she thought of him, he only wanted her to think of the fact that he thought she was very pretty. When he thought of her, he would only remember the fact that she thought he was very handsome. All would be well. No hope would be lost.

“Take my number,” she said suddenly, seemingly hearing his thoughts and disagreeing with his tactic. She held her hand out expectantly, and his brain could barely catch up to his flying hands as he fumbled to grab his phone from his back pocket. She very obviously liked talking to him. Therefore, exchanging numbers would not hurt– he hoped. Their fingers brushed as he handed his phone to her, watching as her long nails clicked against the glass of his screen protector. “Here. I’m just gonna put my name. Should I add an emoji in case you got another me in here?”

He shook his head hastily, not wanting anything to jeopardize what seemed to be great luck. “I don’t.”

“I’ll add an emoji anyway so you know it’s me, just in case. Look.” She leaned into his shoulder so that he could see his phone screen. His shoulder felt alight with the warmth of her. Her sweet-smelling hair filled the air around him and he tried his best not to make it obvious that he was reveling in the scent of her. “I’ll add a honeypot.”

“Honey,” he mumbled and a chill went down his spine. She turned to him and nodded enthusiastically, way too close to his face when all he wanted to do was kiss her and buy her a bouquet of whichever flowers she liked. He knew that his cheeks were going red again. He asked, “Why a honeypot?”

“Well. Why not?” was her response.

When he felt the burning heat on his neck from blushing so hard, he turned away from her with a small chuckle, shaking his head. “Why not?” he repeated after her.

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valeheartsdior · 1 year

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ᴅᴇ ɴᴏᴄʜᴇ

PAIRING: Richarlison x Reader x Neymar

SYNOPSIS: You were used to Rich and Ney being around you at all times 24/7 you didn’t mind swaying your hips or dancing skin to skin at clubs at 4 am. “meu amor you’re playing with fire” he aggressively grabbed your neck for you to look at him, while your back was being pecked by small love bites. Two men one girl what could go wrong ?

CW: SMUT, Obsession, Finger sucking, Sex without condom, oral, biting, pet names, jealousy etc

“Y/N! LETS GO!”

“Rich you know our kitten always wants to look good beside us” Neymar chuckled

I was just adding the finishing touch to my perfectly done makeup which was my red lipstick, which I rarely wear but tonight seemed like it would be different so might as well spice it up. I was wearing a skin tight black long dress that hugged my body just right, my boobs looked big and it had a long slit on my right thigh. “I know these two are going to drool when they see me.” I smirked looking at myself one last time in the mirror as I grabbed my phone and headed towards the door, “here goes nothing.”

“Você parece uma deusa!” Richarlison howled

He took my hand and spinned me, making me feel even more powerful than i already did. Ney stood there admiring the beauty he had as a best friend.

“Richy stop” i giggled

“Let’s go the night is just starting!” Ney and Rich grabbed each side of my hand and we headed towards the limo, that Ney insisted on getting.

Neymar, Richarlison and I had been inseparable since 2015. Rich started his soccer career at América Futebol Clube MG, Ney saw how much potential he had and eventually became friends with him, now they are best of friends. As for me i had met Rich through a mutual friend then i met Ney through him. We had always been very close there was no awkward stages or privacy towards our friendship. Though they never brought girls around me i knew they had their affairs.

On our way to the club we took shots and not going to lie by the time we got to the club I was already tipsy. I knew tonight was going to be my night. Richy was being flirty as usual i felt his hand on my exposed thigh rubbing it as i sang along to a song. I felt goosebumps all over my body as he dangerously moved it higher and higher. Ney was sitting on my left singing along with me, as i felt his breath on my neck. If I haven’t done anything with these two yet i swear to my life tonight might just be the night. My mind was already racing with lust as these two did these things to me.

I quickly got out the limo, taking a deep breath before i ripped my best friends clothes off.

“Ok Y/N go in there and have fun let tonight be whatever it has to be.” I whispered

Neymar and Richarlison walked behind me as we entered the club. We went to the VIP section and there was Kylian and Son arguing about who spilled the drink all over the floor.

“Dude be more careful next time you’re already drunk!” Kylian laughed

Son and Ky both turned their attention to me as i smiled at them ready to hug them.

“There are my two favorite boys!” I hugged

Kylian making sure he grabbed me tightly “hey y/n” he smirked he made sure to embrace me as if he hasn’t seen me in years. I felt his breath on my neck oh god i think i have a kink for these men breathing on me. I slowly moved back avoiding eye contact. I knew if i gave him the attention ky would just want more from me. I could not get together with him knowing he was one of the biggest players in PSG, and i know Ney would kill me.

Ney quickly pulled you back making sure Ky saw that you were not in any way getting close to her tonight almost marking his territory. Son and Rich were chatting, I decided to go to the bar make sure I swayed my hips as i walked away. While waiting for my drink there was various men who turned their attention to me, I knew they were watching me like a hawk, i knew if one of these men trespassed there would be problems.

“Let’s dance bebe” Ney purred in your ear.

I was already feeling myself and Ney pulling me closer to him wasn’t helping. It felt electrocuting his touch the way he would move to the music. I swayed my hips slowly as he grabbed my waist moving me along with him. I swear i could feel his erection growing on me. I look up and Rich was looking at me and Ney with lust he looked like a lion, he looked hungry. He looked hungry for me.

“Ney I’m going to the bathroom” i let go of his grasp

I put myself together, god I can’t do this right now. Give me the strength to not bring them back into this bathroom and suck them both off. Why must i be friends with the most gorgeous guys. I grabbed a wet paper towel and patted my makeup. I was already feeling horny and lusted. I have to touch myself I can’t be out there with them any longer, tonight was definitely DRAGGING.

I went to the bar once again and grabbed myself yet another drink.

“There you are my ma belle” Ky said

“Hey Ky lets dance!” Y/N yelled over the music

The music was more upbeat this time Ky was touching me all over dragging his big hands over my waist and hips. I loved it i wish i was lying but how do you stop yourself from feeling? My back was towards Ky I was grinding on him letting some friction leave my body. He wasted no time to grab my hips and move me. I moaned a little from the little pleasure i was receiving, i know ky felt it too. Thank god the music was loud or else this would have turned into a whole different scenario.

“YO MBAPPÉ THATS ENOUGH!” I looked up to a very angry Richarlison heading towards me as well as Ney

“Bebe stop I’m okay we are just dancing” I put my hand on his big chest. “Relax both of you.” I warned them

“Common lets dance” I proudly smiled as I pulled both of them away from Ky.

I was dancing with both of my best friends i loved doing this. I was living a dream and I knew it would escalate quickly if I didn’t stop but I can’t we all had building sexual tension that was bound to explode one day and why not it be this day? I grabbed Neymar’s hand and placed it on my exposed thigh, the slit had gone slightly higher and you could almost see my undies, but the dark room saved you. Ney smirked showing his perfectly fine smile. My breathing was hitching his hand was squeezing my thigh. Rich was behind me pecking my neck with small kisses. The amount of lust I’m feeling right now is unbearable.

“Meu amor you’re playing with fire” he aggressively grabbed your neck for you to look at him.

You mirrored his actions and aggressively kissed him biting his lip and waiting for an entrance. The kiss was aggressive tongues were fighting with each other I tasted the alcohol in those plump lips. Rich was leaving sloppy kisses now on my back. He was now the one grabbing my thigh. He found a way to reach my panties. “Oh Richy” i moaned into Neymar’s lips. Teasing me he rubbed his hand on the hem of my panties. Rich wanted me to beg him he wanted to hear my moans in his ears. Ney’s hands were on my waist gripping them.

“Please please lets go” i mewled wanting to release some tension

“Go where my kitten?” Rich smirked along with Ney loving how you were melting underneath their touch

“Richy please stop teasing me” i cried as they kept me in a sandwhich

They both let go feeling a little disappointed but they quickly grabbed my hand interlocking with theirs.

Here goes nothing …

AUTHORS NOTE ~ this is my first fanfic and i hope you guys like it. I did leave it on a cliff hanger, i will complete second part soon. I really love these guys it kind of felt wrong doing this but our men need more fics lol. I love reading the fanfics that are on here i really hope you guys like it! <3

PART TWO IS UP <3

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lewisvinga · 1 year

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my favorite thing about you | richarlison x fem! reader

requested; yes!

request: hi hi! could u do richarlison w/ a short gf (like short short, im 4ft 11in/150cm lmaoo)

warnings; short reader, obviii

note; pombo

masterlist !

Richarlison loved everything about you. Your smile, your laugh, your personality. He loved all of your habits. But most of all, he can’t help but love the fact you’re so small compared to him.

You were small in general. Your short height made anyone look like a giant when standing next to you. But Richarlison was already tall compared to many, so next to you he was huge.

He always felt like he had to protect you in some way. You were easy to lose in crowds. Sometimes he has to hold onto you tightly so he won’t lose you in crowds. He loves the feeling of being the protective one in your relationship.

Richarlison loves whenever you ask him for help. Wether it’s reaching for something on the highest shelf or picking something heavy up, he’s always glad to lend a hand.

But when you wear one of his t-shirts or sweaters that are way too long on you? He goes crazy. He’ll stare at you with major heart eyes and he won’t even try hiding it.

One late night, he was on the couch watching a movie and you joined him after doing your skincare and showering. You wore a sweater of his that looked like a dress on you. When you were walking towards him, he stares at you with wide eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You quietly ask him, sitting down next to him. You could see the pure joy in his eyes as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

Richarlison pulled you in close, keeping his arm secured around you. “Have I ever told you what’s my favorite thing about you.”

“Oh, never!” You reply sarcastically. He always told you that your short height is one of his favorite features of yours. “You’ve never told me before!”

He lets out a chuckle as you rested your head against his shoulder. “You just look cute, that’s all.” He mumbles. “It’s still my favorite thing about you.”

“I know, Richie, I know.”

#football imagines #football scenarios #footballer x reader #football one shot #footballer x y/n #richarlison x y/n #richarlison de andrade x reader #richarlison x reader #richarlison fluff #richarlison imagines #richarlison scenarios

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applejuicefruit · 1 year

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Aftercare with Richarlison please??🥺

Hii thank you for requesting this I hope you like it ❤️❤️

richarlison x reader

This is smut you must be 18+ to read this

Aftercare

let start by saying that he is always horny

like always

when he first met you he couldn’t keep his eyes off you

off your body

it was like a magnet to him

he wanted to touch you

and make love to you

but he knew that he had to make a first move otherwise he would have lost you

so he asked you our pretty sure you would say yes

in fact you said yes

and you started dating

sex came just after few weeks

because you were both horny

that man knew how to break you

he knew all of your right spots

what could make you scream

what could make you come in just a few minutes

he was a very kinky person

you’ve never tried anything with your exes so when richarlison brought the topic up you were ready to try new things

and boy you were grateful for him to introduce you in this world

he was a full dom in bed

he never let you taking control

he loved spanking you and edging you

of course everything with consent

you could have sessions that lasted hours

but after a long and exhausting night it was time for aftercare

he loved taking care of you

after having sex with him you couldn’t even move

so he would bring you to the bathroom

and let you in the bathtub

he wouldn’t join you tho

he want to be able to take care of you

so he sits on the edge of the bathtub and massages your shoulder

he washes your hair

he would put cream and lotion if you had bruises

he would praise you, something that you loved

“you did so good baby”

“i’m so proud of you”

“my baby, you’re amazing”

“i love you so much”

he would put you in his clothes, mostly his pajamas since it’s comfier

he would definitely change the dirty bed sheets to some clean ones

he would put you in bed and while you waited for him he would cook you your favorite meal

because you need to restore your energy

you always very pretty tired after having sex with him

so he would let you eat

and then you would fall asleep in his arms

while he would kiss your forehead and massage your shoulder

#richarlison imagine #richarlison #richarlison smut #richarlison angst #richarlison fluff #richarlison x reader #richarlison one shot #richarlison x you #world cup #football fan #football imagine #football

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nymrs · 1 year

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could you write a smut about one night stand or fwb with richarlison?

#1. IMPATIENT | Richarlison

Summary: friends with benefits

Genre: smut

Pairings: Richarlison x female reader

"Thank you so much for coming with me Rich", you tried to hide your downcast expression with a gratifying smile. Richarlison gnawed on his bottom lip as he deeply looked into your eyes, it was like he could see right through you. "No problem, boo. It would be depressing being the only single here", he scrunched his face up, softly poking your nose tip with his index finger.

Your best friend just got married. The whole squad was taken or even engaged, so you felt a little embarrassed attending the wedding alone. Luckily, Richarlison, who you’ve ironically met on another friends wedding, offered to go with you to make it a bit less awkward for you.

Being on that wedding, the pair of you couldn’t help but remember the first time you’ve met. The way you’ve had eye contact all evening, until he finally asked you for a dance. A dance that was such a catastrophe due to the amount of alcohol you two drank that night. Still, you had a good time foolishly moving around, getting lost in each others eyes every now and then. Though you weren’t the person for a simple hookup, you couldn’t resist his charm and ended up in his bed this night. What you thought would be your first - and last - one night stand, turned out to be a friendship of three years now. Admittedly, you’ve repeated that 'one night stand' one too many times, making him the only man you had such an intimidate relationship with since the two of you met.

Some drinks later, you couldn’t wait to get home as Richarlison kept on sliding his large hands up and down your thighs under the table. His simple touch sent goosebumps all over your body. "Would it be appropriate for us to leave now?", he whispered into your ear, making you tilt your head at the tingling sensation of his breath on your neck. "Yes", you decided and quickly stood up from your seat. Grabbing his hand, you dragged him to the just married couple, congratulating them once more. "Tomorrow's going to be such an exhausting day, I really do need some rest", you explained yourself after telling them you and Richarlison are already leaving. Your best friends eyes wandered back and forth between the two of you, knowing exactly what was going on. "I know, it’s alright. Don’t go too hard on yourself, yeah?", she tried to hide her smirk. You hugged her goodbye and rushed out of the hall, jumping into the car and getting home the fastest you could.

Unlocking his entrance door, Richarlison couldn’t stop but chuckle at your needy behaviour, while you impatiently waited for him to finally get you inside. "Fucking get in there already", you mumbled in a low tone, still loud enough for him to hear. "Into the house or into you?", he raised one eyebrow looking down at you, a cheeky smile forming in his face. You returned his gaze, then slightly pushed him forward when you heard the door clicking open. Not even giving him the time to get off his shoes and jacket, you smashed your lips onto his. As you quietly moaned against each others lips, you pulled of his jacket and tossed it on the floor while his hands found their way down your body, kneading your butt and giving it some squeezes. Wrapping one leg around his waist in order to pull him closer, you were able to feel his huge bulge. "So hard… already", you muttered, making Richarlison distancing himself from your lips. "Are you trying to tell me that you’re not that wet?", he menacingly asked. His hand lightly stroke over your sweet spot through the fabrics, before he pulled your panties aside and thrusted two of his fingers inside without a warning, causing you to moan out loudly. "Fuck you’re dripping wet. No wonder you couldn’t even wait for us to get into the bedroom", he stammered out as you threw your head back in pleasure. He enjoyed the view of you melting into his hands, hearing you moan out his name as his long fingers curled inside of you. You let out a whimper of desperation when he took his fingers out, only to see him changing positions and now pushing you against the wall. He lifted up your dress, revealing your ass and throbbing pussy to him as you bent over just a little. You felt his length teasing your entrance, slowly sliding up and down, before he pushed his shaft inside. Your moans got louder as he went deeper with every thrust. "You’re so tight Y/N, God", he managed to say through gritted teeth the moment he started pulling on your hair. The hall was filled with echoes of your moans mixed with chants of his name and the noise of his balls clapping against you. "Faster, faster", you cried out as your legs trembled in pleasure. He wrapped his free hand around your throat, making you let out just muffled noises as you gasped for air. "Fuck, you love my dick don’t you? No one fucks you the way I do huh?" His voice kept on getting deeper, meaning his high was just about to build up. "Tell me, who fucks you the best?", he demanded, you shortly flinched when he slapped your butt cheek, leaving a red mark. "You Rich, only you", you responded in between the groans. You cried out his name a few times ago, and that was when you finally felt him twitch inside of you. He quickly pulled out of you and pushed you onto your knees as he kept on stroking on his cock. You licked on his tip, bobbing your head back and forth in a slow pace as you took him fully in. Richarlisons eyes rolled back, whimpering at the sensation he felt. You continued to gag on his dick when you suddenly felt shots of his warm juice going down your throat. He held the back of your head, forcing you to take in his entire length as his legs got weak and he couldn’t help but moan out your name. When he was finished, you licked his dick clean, earning some light pats on your cheek. "You’re such a good girl for me."

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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Hi. Can you do being pregnet with Richarlison?

MY LOVES!

starring: richarlison x female!reader

warning: mention of nausea but nothing too expressive

author's note: hi anon, I especially wanna thank you for the request! I try my best and hope you'll like it and according to what you like most!! Anything that's not up to your liking please inform me immediately I will try my best to correct it <3 messy writings ahead!! but anw hope you and the readers enjoy it!! xx & not proofread

song suggestion: marry you by bruno mars

The wrenching sensation on your belly almost makes you jump from your seat, you run to the toilet and vomit on the toilet bowl, it was truly a disgusting sense with a few strands of your hair getting in there. You stay on the floor with mouth-stained and labored breathing. Your stomach feels ill and weird. One of your co-workers was there eyeing you, asking if you are alright. It was the mid-30s-year-old woman that work from the other departure. She was putting on some lipstick when you busted through the door

She helped you get up and you rinsed your mouth with water. You hate puking, you hate the odd sensation on your throat after you vomits. You quickly thanked her and left to your cabin room once again. You are getting work done and typing away on the computer. You don't know how many hours has passed but it was starting to get dark inside, the horizon is painted with an orangey-yellowish hue, the sun is just about to set.

You wrapped up your work, and get your stuff leaving the room with your jacket on your forearm.

Waiting in the lobby for nearly thirty minutes, with two coffees on the table with two slices of bread, your patience has started to grow thin, your husband whom supposedly picked you up thirty minutes ago had just stood you up.

Your ringtone rings and you picked it up with an exasperated sigh, the caller id show your husband's name on it 'Hey linda, I'm outside now!' You grumbled under your breath, not even reply to him and just hung up.

You see his car park on the entrance of the lobby and get inside 'Hey Linda!' He went to hug you to which you clasp back

'How's your practice?' You strike up a chatter, and he shrugs 'Good I guess?' You hums averting to the window and watch how many houses you passed by 'Lindo wanna go somewhere else first? Like a place to--'

'Nah let's just go home.' You gave him one tiny smile 'I know you are tired, I can just cook something..' You mentioned, palm on his hand

You slumped your head against the window admiring the night-horizon city, when out of nowhere a thunder rumbles, you stare at the night sky above, the blue hue painted with gold-ish-white strikes. The rain began pit-pattering against the car window as your eyes began closing bit by bit.

You woke up by a sizzling smell of of meat, it was one of a kind of aromatic scent that cured your tiredness. You jolted from bed, realizing now yourself is fully dressed in your pajama attire. You run downstairs seeing your husband on the kitchen sizzling steaks. The juicy meat was topped with smashed garlic and rosemary. It's looking mouth-watering.

He was wearing an apron on and you smile, giggling at the thought how cute and considerate of him to cook and take care of you.

You tiptoed behind him, placing your arms around him and caging him in you, chest against his broad back, he swiftly turn his head and flush to see you, sparkly eyes like a puppy

'It smells so good--' You take another strong sniff on those steak but a strong sensation building up again at the pit of your stomach, dashing to the bathroom and starts puking.

You groaned getting so angry at yourself for ruining such a lovely moment, Richarlison came up behind you caressing your back in a circling gesture 'Are you okay Linda?' You hum, wiping off the stained from the corner of your mouth and went to wash your hand on the sink 'I'm sorry, I don't know what's happening with me? The smell... It makes me nauseous...' Richarlison brought you to the couch and sit beside you 'Do you not want to eat the steak? You want something else?' You shake your head at him, your eyes becoming moist with tears and you suddenly cries

He engulfed you in his arms, peppering kisses on your head 'It's okay, don't cry!' He try to assure you but that only makes you cry even harder 'It must look like I don't want to eat your food right? I want bananas!' You wailed and held onto his shirt, he was stunned for a moment before he blasted into a lousy laughter

You look up at him, offended 'What?!' He was having a hard time containing his laugh, he take your hand bringing you back to the kitchen, and again he sat you down on the island stool and open the fridge bringing you some bananas

'I'm do glad we had this at home' He chortle, you took the bananas grabbing the peanut butter and smother some on it and eat it

He watches in amusement seeing you eat in a such weird combinations as if you are.... Richarlison stepped back accidently clashing on the stool and it fell 'You startled me!' He has a wide grin on his face 'Wait!' He ran upstairs with you watching him in pure confusion

Richarlison came with something in his hand, you choke on the banana with cheese as you saw him holding a pregnancy test box, 'What the fuck?! When did you ever had this?'

'My mom gave it to me.' He shrugs, bringing your body up and ushered you to the bathroom 'Now go! Good luck!' Rolling your eyes at his words, you take the test away from him and did as he asked.

It's been more than five minutes but you haven't got out yet, he found himself began to knocking on the door, his hand bawling as he aggressively knocks on the door 'Wait!' You croaks, hands shaky as you twisted the doorknob and gave him the test

It was positive, and Richarlison being Richarlison he could't help but to bursted into a happy screams, his face is red with tears in his eyes 'Meu deus! You are preggo!!!' He twirls you around, your smile is widening each seconds being so happy that this sickness of yours turns out to be not so bad as you expected.

The rest of the night was him on the phone all day, telling his folks, parents, family and relatives. He's just being his usual self, the best man of your life.

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nanaloveswo-men · 1 year

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hi nana, hahshwjs love ur name! i would love to read something about richarlison, maybe waking up with him not letting u go <33

like a baby - richarlison

pairing: richarlison x reader

summary: you had promised to youserlf that you wouldn’t stay in bed all morning anymore, but apparently, richarlison had other plans.

warnings: most fluffy, a little suggestive but nothing explicit.

author notes: hauaha thank u! this name is like *chef kiss* i'm gonna be honest, i constantly think about richarlison not wanting to let you go in the morning, like, c'mon he just wants to stay with u

girl we need more richarlison fics in this app

thank you for this amazing request!

word count: +900

“oh god, you’re like a baby”

You woke up to the sound of your’s cellphone’s alarm, the beat repeating again and again inside your head, slowly taking you out of the dreamland.

‘7 a.m’

A groan came out of your throat when you saw the time on the clock.

Ok, in the begging of the year, you had promised to yourself that you would wake up early, wanting to make your morning more productive, but now, when you were actually having to keep up with the promise, you were regreting all your decisions.

You sat on the bed, looking around the room trying to get used to the morning glow. You couldn’t help but let your eyes take a glance at your still sleep boyfriend. Richarlison was seeing to be having the best sleep of his life after yesterday’s game.

After struggling a lot, Totthenham was able to won against Chelsea, and the whole team were more than happy, one of the boys throwing a little party at his house to celebrate, and of course, Richarlison wouldn’t be out of it. So, it was no surprise for you when, at 3 a.m, he called you, kind of drunk, asking if you could get him.

The room was in a scary silence, the only sound being the little snoozes escaping from Richarlison’s lips, and being honest, for you, this was actually really cute. You stare at his pretty face for some minutes, not wanting to leave him.

Finally finding the courage to get up to start the day, you scretched your legs, sliding them out of bed. Your feet touched the cold floor, your eyebrowns frowning with the feeling.

When you were almost enterily out bed, you felt an arm passing around your waist, pulling your body back to the mattres.

“Where are you going?” Richarlison’s morning voice never failed to make you shudder.

Now he was looking at you, his eyes almost closed, but still staring at your soul. From his voice tone, you could tell that he was annoyed, probaly because you were trying to sneak out of bed, leaving him alone in the process.

“Need to get up” you whispered, moving closer to him. “You don’t need to get up, amor” the portuguese pet name made you smile. “Yes i do. I made a promise to myself” you tried to move his arm off your waist, but it was gripped.

“So make a promise to me, that you aren’t going to leave” he said with a puppy smile, and you just rolled your eyes. “Stop being dramatic, i’m not leaving you, i’m just getting out of bed” you explained scratching his hair.

“It’s the same thing” Richarlison wasn’t having any of your bullshits, if he wanted to be in bed with you all the morning, he would.

“Babe, you should recover from last night party” you said trying to make him give up. “And i need you here for this” he wouldn’t let you go.

Tired of this shit, your boyfriend decided to end this conversation by trapping you under his body, his head resting on the crock of your neck. Now, you couldn’t leave him.

“Oh god, you’re like baby” you said laughing at his actions.

You really tried to fight him, your hands pushing his body off you, but even if he was sleepy, he was still stronger and heavier than you.

You stopped when he pinched your side, giving you a silent warning.

“Good girl” he complimented you when he noticed that you had given up. “You are ruining my new year’s promise, babe” you faked a sad smile. “And you are ruining my day off, leaving me all alone here” you couldn’t see his face, but you knew that he was smirking.

You let a tired sigh, knowing that discussing with Richarlison was a lost battle.”You’re gonna be the end of me” you mumbled into his hair.

With a victorious smile, your boyfriend changed positions, wanting to see your pretty face. Now you two were side to side, his eyes staring down at you.

Richarlison couldn’t help but smile he when he saw your puckered lips, your face in a faked sulked expression. He pinched your nose and cheeks, making fun of you “Who is acting like a baby now, huh?” he teased.

“Shut up, this is all your fault” you slapped his hand, trying not to smile and ruin your little show. Richarlison pulled you close, hugging you. One of your legs was around his waist, your hands flat against his chest.

“Gonna make it worth for you, amor” he said carressing your tight. “I hope so” you whispered getting comfortable in the new position.

You two were in silence, just enjoying the physical touch and the lazy morning. When you less expect, you were falling back to sleep, your eyes getting heavier and heavier each time you blinked. You looked to up to see Richarlison’s face, and you noticed that he was in the same sleepy mood like you.

“You won this time, babe” you said against his chest. “Yeah, but i’m sure that you are enjoying this too” he was passing his fingers through your hair, putting you back to sleep.

“Maybe you’re right” you left a soft moan. “I know” he kissed your forehead “Don’t worry, promise i’ll make sure that the rest of your day is going to be very productive” you pinched his tummy, rolling your eyes to his malicious tone.

“Sleep. Now” you ordered.

You couldn’t resist anymore, in less than five minutes before you were back to the dreamland, your boyfriend’s presence was just too comfortable.

After this day, Richarlison, promised to himself that he would never let you leave the bed when he was there.

#richarlison x reader #richarlison imagine #richarlison fluff #richarlison x you #richarlison #football imagine #football fluff #football blurb

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maikissed · 1 year

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little dove

Richarlison x reader

part 2 for i've got my eye on you part 1 is here

It's pretty long but i love to get into them detailssss. I kinda hate it and I kinda love it, idk, hope you'll enjoy it 🫶🏼 Sorry for any typos. warnings: some smut (+18)

To say that you were nervous about meeting Richarlison after that memorable party would be an understatement. You almost told him to piss off just because you were terrified of the effect he had on you that night. It all hit you hard after you sobered up, when you remembered how easily he could make you hot and bothered. And you were reminiscing how you nearly gave in to the needs of your body, completety turning off the common sense, and dragged him to a private space to have your way with him. It might have been your drunk state, but you’ve never acted this way. This wasn’t a good sign. And you were going mental. To be honest, you didn’t expect that he’ll reach out to you.

Nevertheless you agreed to meet with him. But you did not call it a date.

It’s been a month since you've started seeing each other and you truthfully enjoyed the time you’ve been spending together. You and Sheira even attented one of his matches and you didn’t expect that a football game could be so exciting as you were cheering and analysing everything that was happening on the pitch. Richarlison even waved at you at the end of the match and you waved back feeling overjoyed.

“So, you’re like a wag now?” Sheira asked when you were leaving the stands.

“Stop talking” you send her a disapproving look.

“You’re mean, you know that?” she laughed at your reaction.

She will never stop teasing you about it.

Richarlison was driving you home after you went to the movies together and an unexpected rush of confidence made you ask him if he’d like to come in. As you were quite a private person you felt a little nervous about intiving him to your little sanctuary but you were eager to spend some more time with this boy.

“I think it was really sad in it’s simplicity. A shattering picture of existencial crisis and the futility of tommorow” you reffered to the movie you've watched while opening the door to your apartment.

“Yeah, it was really moving” he commented following you in.

“You didn’t like it” you smiled at him observing his reaction.

“No, it’s not like that, it’s just not my type of cinema. But it was nice to watch something different”

“Alright then” you nodded unconvinced but let the subject go “Would you like something to drink? I can make you my famous sweet tea” you asked entering the kitchen.

You felt yourself becoming nervous again, it was the first time of you two being alone since that party and it made you panic inside a bit.

“Sure” he answered taking a look around your little salon “You have a lot of paintings. Who made them?”

“I did”

“Oh, so you’re an artist?” he gave you an impressed look and you smiled while placing the cups on the kitches island.

“Kind of. I paint in my free time just to clear my head. They’re just for me though, it’s not like I’m a professional”

“It’s really good, you’re talented. I like this one” he pointed to a painting of a woman floating in deep ocean waters surrounded by the breaking through rays of the sun.

You made that one during a very specific time in your life and you were very devoted to it so your heart warmed up a little hearing words of appreciation from him.

“Thank you, I think this picture had been created the longest”

He sat down on the sofa placed right infront of the small kitchen so he was facing you.

“I almost failed my art class in school once” he murmured scratching his head.

“What? How?” you laughed in disbelief catching sight of his kinda embarrased appearance.

“My uncle was the teacher and I guess I felt too comfortable” he laughed with you.

“Wow” you shook your head still laughing under your breath “To fail an art class in school is quite a feat”

“Yeah, I was a horrible student”

You focused on making the tea and the room went silent for a few seconds. You suddenly felt his heavy gaze on you and looked up meeting his dark piercing gaze from across the room. You smiled shyly feeling your limbs go rigid.

“Quit looking at me like that, Richarlison”

“Like what?” he smirked smugly and his eyes lit up.

“Like you’re looking right now” you countered biting your lip.

“I’m just looking y/n” he shrugged toying with you and you rolled you eyes taking the tea cups and approached the place he sat at to place them on a coffee table.

You then sat on a fotel on the other side and noticed an amused expression forming on his face.

“What?”

“You’re just sitting so far” he murmured smirking at you and your heart skipped a beat.

You moved to sit on the other end of the sofa with one of your legs bent at the knee to face him comfortably.

“Am I making you nervous y/n?” you heard him say lowly and you almost choked on your tea.

Of course he was fucking making you nervous right now. You were trying to keep your distance to not loose your mind in his pressence. But it was immensely difficult, especially when he was looking at you with those big eyes. You wanted him so badly that it scared you. But you took the challenge and moved closer to him, your knee almost touching his thigh.

“You’re so full of yourself, Richarlison” you joked sneeringly and put the tea back at the table.

He laughed putting his arm on the back of the sofa not leaving his eyes off your form.

“Just admit it”

Your eyes widened in disbelief of his teasing. Oh, if he won’t stop right now you’re going to strike him.

“You are not making me nervous” you protested feeling your cheeks heating up.

You were trying to keep your cool to not feed his already huge ego further but your body language was showing off completely different signs. You felt tense and the beating of your heart quickened sharply, shallowing your breath. The least you could do was not breaking the eye contact. You had to quit acting all shy to break this little entertainment of his.

“Then come closer” he dared quietly and you stiffened.

You were already sitting right next to each other, your legs almost touching. You considered your next move and swallowed hard. Then you just simply rised up, placing your leg on the other side of his body and sat on his thighs suprising yourself by your sudden surge of confidence. The material of your short tennis skirt rised up slighty and there was no turning back now. A wave of heat flooded your body.

“Is that better?” you asked in a soft tone.

Richarlison placed his hands gently on your hips and slowly moved you closer, your pelvises touched and you involuntarily placed your palms on his chest, feeling startled. Butterflies erupted in your tummy and you exhaled sharply. And you were loosing your mind.

“Now it’s better” he murmured studying your face intensively “Is it making you uncomfortable?” he asked trying to make sure that you were okay with it or to just play with you some more.

“No” you denied trying to not go crazy over the feeling of the sharp material of his pants in contact with your bare inner thighs.

Just a few thin layers of clothes were separating you from him. Your lids started to feel heavy when you focused on a feeling of arousal slowly building inside of you. You could feel a wet patch forming in your panties and you swallowed back a whimper focusing your gaze on your hands still placed on his chest. When you looked up you noticed him still focused on your face, as if drinking in your little reactions, no doubt visible on your expression. And then, slowly, he looked down at the place where your bodies touched. Under your palms you could feel him intake a big breath and the excitation made you finally act up. You took your hands off his body to place them on top of his hands that were still gripping your hips lightly and rolled your hips back and then forward, rutting against him. The sensation felt like a shot of electricity piercing your body and so you moved again. His grip on you tightened and you noticed his adam’s apple bobbed slowly. Your moves where tantalizingly slow and you were loosing yourself in this intimate moment. When you connected your pelvises once more you could feel hardness forming in his pants and when it slid right between your labia a soft moan escaped your mouth uncontrollably. It made you quicken up your pace. Richarlison grunted throwing his head back, his brows furrowed as he swallowed hard. Every move you made elicited another soft high moan from you and your mind was racing, your hands slightly shaking as the pleasure kept taking control of your body.

“Stop or I’m gonna come in my pants” his voice came off raspy and his eyes darkened as he took in the look on your face, delighted by the sound of your little moans.

He grabbed your waist and lifted you up to break the contact. You whined in protest.

“Are you trying to make a mess, y/n?” he teased granting you a cheeky smile.

You desperatly wanted to kiss him now but he had other ideas.

“Lay down on the carpet” he instructed trying to get you off him.

You shot him a perplexed look but did as he said. He joined you shortly after, towering over you, looking deeply in your eyes and hummed satisfied with your eager state. You leaned into his touch when he grabbed your cheek delicately. Keeping the eye contact you brought your lips to his thumb and slowly, very slowly, sucked it inside your mouth.

“Fuck” he cursed focusing on your action and you purred closing your eyes.

Oh, you wanted him to devour you. It was magical to finally have him so close, but it was not close enough. Your wanton body started to writhe underneath him waiting for more, desiring more.

Then he took his finger off your mouth and closed the distance to finally kiss you. You moaned into his mouth the moment your lips touched, feeling your stomach tighten, and you thrown your hands over his neck trying to pull him as close as you could. His kiss felt so heavenly it made your heart squish. His fingers slowly traced a line down your throat and stopped at the first button of your shirt. After undoing the last button he pushed aways the layers of the garment away to expose your delicate lacy bra and you grasped his bicep when his gentle fingers started to trace patterns over your bare stomach. He placed a kiss near your belly button and you jumped slightly feeling overwhelmed by his caress.

“Relax, baby” he murmured and his hot breath fanned over your skin.

“Mhm” you grunted with your eyes closed.

Then he moved to unzip your skirt and after taking the garment off you heard him hum in amusement.

“So that’s the famous tattoo” he pointed stroking a little dove tattoo placed next to your hip bone with his thumb “It’s a dove”

You smiled widely at him and a giggle escaped your lips when the realisation of what it meant hit you. You went to get it made shortly after you turned 18 and it was the only tattoo that you had.

“Well, lucky you” you said cheekily before he bend down to place a soft kiss on it.

Shortly after he took off your thong exposing your dripping cunt to his hungered sight and he groaned noticing how aroused and ready for him you were. You exhaled hard in anticipation and looked down the moment you felt his breath on your inner thigh. He maintained the eye contact slowly going lower. The sight of him going down on you made you feel hazy and your legs tried to squish together on reflex but he was quicker, grasping your thighs; keeping you open widely for him. The moment his breath hit your core your head fell back down on the carpet and your hips bucked up desperate for him to finally do something. He put his palm on your stomach to keep you down and placed a butterfly kiss on your labia. You cried out quietly as a sudden wave of tingles spread over your limbs, reaching even your fingertips.

He’s going to drive you mad, that’s for sure.

Richarlison started to stroke your core with his tongue and your moans intensified, your back arched off the floor and you brought your hands to his head trying to keep him as close as you could to fulfill your needs. You were at his mercy, writhing and whimpering, his name falling off your lips like a prayer. He groaned aroused by the way your body was responding to the pleasure he was giving you and you cried out loudly as you felt the vibrations fondle your sweet spot. He then lapped at yout cunt roughly and your whole body jolted making you almost choke on your moan. Your muscles tightened and your sight went blank as you came all over his face abruptly, feeling your walls pulsating with waves of your orgasm. You were breathing fast and your legs were shaking and you blinked slowly to bring back your focus. Richarlison raised his head with that beautiful glint in his eyes and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, returning back up to you. You bit your lip mesmerized by the look of his swollen lips and cheeks covered in a light rosy pink color.

“How are you feeling?” he asked kissing your collarbones as you were still trying to calm your body.

“Amazing, thank you” you answered quietly grinning happily.

“You’re welcome” he chuckled warmly and you brought his head down by placing your hand on his neck to connect your lips in a sweet and long kiss.

You couldn’t get enough of each other, being so enraptured in one another and so astonishingly horny that you’ve spent the whole night fucking in your bed, then in the shower and then even on the kitchen counter as you went to make something to eat. Let’s just say that you haven’t any idea that you could have so many orgasms in one night.

why do i feel like it's shitty oh god and i’m still laughing at this dove idea

#football #richarlison x reader #richarlison #brazil nt #richarlison one shot #richarlison imagine #richarlison imagines #richarlison smut #richarlison x you #richarlison x y/n #richarlison fluff #world cup #neymar jr

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maneaterss · 1 year

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hey babe! I’d like to request something with richarlison, maybe a bit of domestic fluff and just overall sweetness? Keep up the good work! ur stuff is so good^^

pairing: richarlison x insert

summary: making cookies with richarlison

cw: none

authors note: OFCCC AND TYSM i've been meaning to do ur req for a while, i didn't directly incorporated them having a kid because family can be just two people but kids are mentioned!!! SUPER SHORT but CUTE ASF.

"why do they take so long to cook." richarlisons dragged on, groaning as he paced around the kitchen.

"it has one more minute on the timer- and anyways its literally been ten minutes of them cooking." you laughed, pulling your oven mitts on.

richarlison groaned again as he continued waddling around the island, "why did we even have to bake cookies for fun- why not a cake?" you found this funny because he was the one insisting he wanted to decorate cookies when you wanted to make actual food.

you pulled the cookies out of the oven and tore the mitts off- discarding them onto the counter top as you placed the cookie tray next to the various colors of icing.

the first designs you did were cute little hearts whilst richarlison drew himself kicking a soccer-ball.

"oh i have an idea- we have to guess what our cookies are." he proposed and you smirked and got right to work, so did he stealing your icing color from you on multiple occasions.

once finished you slid your first cookie to his side of the table, "guess."

"is it a spider?" he was trying his hardest to not offend your otherwise 'beautiful' artwork. richarlison picked up your cookie and examined every angle of it, "fireworks?"

you sighed, sliding your next cookie over- "it was a flower." you rolled your eyes. richarlison picked this cookie up and laughed, "you could've drawn anything and you drew a flower and pig?"

"you act like your ideas are any better, let me see!" he revealed his first cookie, a big yellow blob of icing and black lines. "this looks like a minion.. clearly i am carrying the artistic abilities in this relationship."

richarlison snatched the cookie back, "its a bee, genius," he stuck his tongue out at you, revealing his last cookie, a line of... people?

"two people holding a bag?" you pointed to the long circle in the middle of the two stick figures.

richarlisons leaned over the cookie, pointing at the bald stick figure, "me," and then the one with long hair, "you,"

and then he pointed to what now looked like another stick figure- that lacked arms and legs and looked like it had an eggshell for a body- "our baby!"

you smiled as you looked at the cookie, sure it was a stupid cookie design but it warmed your heart at the thought that you could have a family with him one day.

you kissed his nose, "i hope our baby will have a nose and mouth," you teased- an obvious dig at his poor artwork. he blushed as you mentioned our baby.

walking around the island you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss- he grabbed your hips and pulled you impossibly close to him and he leg his hands traveling downward, you pulling away.

"just cause we talked about babies doesn't mean we're making one right now, help me clean up." you teased again.

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holygrailimagines · 1 year

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The Delivery

summary: Reader is pregnant and clearly ready to give birth but she refuses to go to the hospital, fluff

authors note: Ive literally only ever written smut for Rich so I really wanted to switch things up, SPOILERS FOR THE OFFICE: also this is heavily based on an office episode with the same title, a clip will be attached if you want to see it ->(06x18)

Your baby with Richarlison was meant to arrive any day now. As the due date came closer, Rich became evidently more ecstatic. You were excited too, you really were. But as Rich later learned, you were also in serious denial.

Today, you were accompanying Rich to football practice. It was something you never really did but he insisted on bringing you with him just in case something happened while he was gone. You told him he had nothing to worry about, after all, the due date was only a few days away.

“Exactly, only a few days away,” he points out. He would never be able to forgive himself if he left you alone while your water broke or your contractions became unbearable. So, here you were, spending the day with Richarlison and his football team.

It was lunchtime and you were seated with your husband and his teammates. You all joked around, enjoying the nutritious meal when you suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from your abdomen. It caused you to drop your fork and you reached for your stomach. You winced and everyone's attention turned to you. Richarlison was quick to comfort you, holding your hand in his.

“Meu amor are you alright? Is it time for the hospital?” He asks, worry laced in his voice with just a hint of excitement. The boys around the table were just as worried, watching intently as your face scrunched up in pain. You gripped his hand tightly and shook your head no.

“No, no. It’s just a regular contraction. They just come in waves.” You say, quickly dismissing what had just happened. He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows but let it go. After all, you knew your body better than he did. However, after your fifth contraction in a matter of only 20 minutes, Richarlison had grown impatient.

“Baby I know they are just contractions, but they are starting to get really close, don’t you think?” Rich asks, trying to convince you that you were indeed in labor. His knees were bouncing like crazy under the table. You laughed and shook your head.

“Rich, the baby isn’t due until a few more days, remember?” You ask innocently, turning back to eating your food. Richarlison rubbed his face in frustration. Even if they were all men, Rich and his teammates knew that this wasn’t right.

“(Y/N), why don’t you two just head to the hospital? You know, just to see what this is all about?” Son, one of his teammates, asked. You smiled at him gently and again shook your head no.

“As long as I can talk through them I-“ another contraction pierced through your body, ironically interrupting your sentence. This time, it was clear that it was time to go. Richarlison and Son try to help you off the chair and you shake your head no.

“No, it’s not time,” you softly protest, refusing to move from your seat. The other guys quickly circle around you, encouraging you that it was time to go to the hospital.

“I’M NOT GOING!” You shout and the hands around you instantly let go of you.

“I’m not going today, because I can’t do it, I don’t think I can do it,” you say, tears running down your face. In that moment, Richarlison finally understood why you were being so delusional. It was because you were petrified.

“Hey, hey, hey,” He quickly kneels in front of you, holding both your hands in his. You feel the other players’ hands gently placed on your back and shoulders. You didn’t care though, finding comfort only in your husband's touch. You try your best to stare into his eyes, your vision heavily blurred with tears.

“Don’t say that baby, I know you’re scared. I’m scared too,” Rich says, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. He wipes at the tears streaming down your cheeks. Son passed you a napkin and you held it up to your nose.

“You can do this, you want to know why?” You sniffled, shrugging your shoulders. How you wished it was any day but today.

“Because you’re my wife. Ok? And we’re gonna have a beautiful baby,” he strokes your cheek lovingly with one hand, “at the hospital,” he quickly adds. You hear the entire lunch room chuckling as you finally nod your head.

“Ok.” You whisper, smiling as everyone cheers. Richarlison and Son gently transport you from the lunchroom and into your car. You wave goodbye to everyone, the fear finally melting into excitement.

“We’re gonna have a baby!” Richarlison shouts as he pulls the car out into the highway and towards the hospital.

#richarlison #richarlison x reader #richarlison de andrade #richarlison imagine #richarlison fluff

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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝘿𝙖𝙮 | 𝘼 𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: You and Richarlison are in a relationship and decide to spend the day at the beach. [Fluff & SUGGESTIVE MINORS DNI.]

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1k

𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: Literally wrote this while at the beach LMFAOOO. I don't know why but I picture Richy being a very playful/Childish bf (Not in an annoying way though).

[Translator is used]

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ♥

“Richy, are you sure you can carry it all?” You worry as you see him walk with an umbrella in one hand, two chairs in the other, and a cooler hooked to a strap on his shoulder. You were just holding a bag and some towels.

“Yes, meu amor (my love). Now you just stay looking beautiful and find us a spot where we can set up.” You nod, not wanting to continue nagging him about wanting to hold something because you know he'll say no. As you both go across the sand, you decide to stop in an area that you thought was fine. Given that it was a Tuesday, the beach wasn't as crowded as normal so it wasn't hard to find a ‘perfect’ stop. After setting everything down, he starts to erect the umbrella. Once he's finished, you assist him in setting the chairs upright and placing the towels in the chairs. While you are looking around and listening to the waves hit the sand, you grin. The sound of the waves in particular makes you adore the ocean. Richarlison reaches into the bag and pulls out the sunscreen. "Amor (Love), come here." You approach him and remove your top and shorts to show off your bikini, which prompts him to whistle a cat call and makes you laugh. You can feel the coldness of the sunscreen on your back as he begins to rub it all over your backside, giving more attention to your butt. He receives a lighthearted shoulder smack from you as you turn around.

“What? I have to make sure no part of you gets sunburn.” He gives you an innocent expression, and when you playfully roll your eyes at him, he laughs. He hands you the sunscreen so you can apply it to your face and front side. He pulls off his shirt and admires you as you spread sunscreen all over yourself. It was true that he was completely fixated on you, and you loved every bit of it. As soon as you're done, you inject some sunscreen onto his hand and nudge him to turn around. After turning around, he starts to apply sunscreen to his face and chest. Then you apply the sunscreen, rubbing the muscles on his back. You bite your lip softly as you become captivated by his back muscles, caressing his back before slapping his buttocks, causing him to yelp.“Nice bubble butt” “You know what else is nice?” he questions. “What?” “This.” He quickly picks you up causing you to scream, “RICHY NO YOU BETTER NOT NOOO!”

In an attempt to free yourself, you push against his chest, but his power is no match for yours. He holds you close to him and laughs before diving into the water fully. You're both submerged for a few seconds before he lets go. "Richy, I'm going to sooo get you!" you exhale as you splash water in his direction. He wipes his face and chuckles again, mocking you, "Oh yeah? Catch me if you can.” He splashes you before turning around and starting to swim away. You giggle and wipe your eyes before moving in his direction. When he turns around, he lightly splashes in your direction, avoiding your eyes. “No No No get back get back! ” Richarlison chuckles as he lets you catch up to him. You leap on top of him and press his shoulders down. You keep laughing while he submerges, and when he stands up, you let go of his shoulders entirely. You bite your bottom lip as you watch the water fall from his chest. "Como o que você vê?" (Like what you see?) he asks as he looks down at you.

You nod, causing him to smirk and crouch down, his body sinking back into the water. He grabs your bridal style and walks farther into the water. You lean against his chest as he glides both of you back and forth like if he was dancing. He then keeps you securely in his arms as he counts down from three. “3……..” You're puzzled. “2………” As time passes, you understand he is counting down to dunk you in the water. “Richy!!!” You squeal, squeezing him close as you take a deep inhale and cover your nose. Instead of counting to one, he simply holds you tight and goes underwater. When both of you are back above the water, you detach from him just in case he would try to dunk you again while you try to catch your breath. You kick your feet to swim so you can stay up float and grasp onto his shoulder because you couldn't touch the ground. He grabs your waist and pulls you in front of him, allowing you to wrap your arms and legs around him. When you do, he smiles and puts his hands on your butt while rocking side to side. “Você ainda me ama, certo?” (You still love me, right?) He asks jokingly, already knowing the answer. He always asks this question after he messes with you. “Com todo o meu coração” (With all my heart) you say before kissing him. You are expecting the kiss to last only a few seconds, but he deepens it by placing his palm on the back of your head as if he's craving after your flavor. As he moves his hand down to grab your ass, you gasp against his lips. He presses himself against you allowing his member to rub against your core. You bite his bottom lip while you are making out and move your head back a little to tug his lip before letting go. Through his shorts, you could feel his erection enlarging quickly. You give him one last kiss before attempting to move from him.“We are in public.” You point at him, “We need to be on our best behavior.” You threaten, even though you were the one who intended to tease him at the time. “Tudo bem, é só esperar até chegarmos em casa.” (That's fine, just wait until we get home) You clenched your thighs together when you heard the sexual threat because you knew what was coming.

It was no surprise that you had difficulty walking the next day after the night you had when you arrived home later that evening.

#richarlison x reader #richarlison imagine #richarlison one shot #richarlison #footballer x reader #football imagine #football fanfic #soccer x reader #soccer imagine #richarlison x you #richarlison fluff #richarlison x y/n #Brasil imagines

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calistrae · 1 year

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pillow talk. richarlison

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pairing: richarlison x gn!reader

warnings: very slightly suggestive if you blink (just in case: minors dni!)

notes: i went to check my inbox and there were like five requests for richarlison and i kind of feel bad for not posting anything for him earlier lmao but here you are loves <3 hope it's worth the VERY long wait! and tysm for 300 followers, i really appreciate it!

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as late hours of the night ticked away, you found yourself in bed, snuggled up under multiple blankets as the air in london was getting colder with each passing day. your boyfriend had left for training over three hours ago and you couldn't wait for him to return.

every minute of your day up until now had been rough - being on your feet all day and finally you were in the comfort of your soft, cloud-like bed. the only thing that would make this moment better would be his arms around you, keeping you close and drawing you into him. he couldn't be away for much longer, right? it had already been so long but time only seemed to pass slower. maybe it was your despair causing you to feel this way.

you had barely seen each other before he was headed out to training, the most you got was a gentle peck on the lips that promised to be back as soon as possible. it felt like an eternity away from the current moment but as if angels had answered your prayers, you heard the slam of your front door. not an aggressive one, just a slam. you heard him shuffle his jacket and boots off and it didn't take long until he was upstairs.

neither of you wanted to do anything but be in one another's arms, you could see that from the way he plopped down onto the matress, not even bothering to remove any of his clothes. "hi" you simply muttered as he wrapped his firm frame around your body, his head resting in the crook of your neck. "meu amor, you can't even imagine how hectic today has been."

"i've been running around all day as well, my feet are killing me." you admitted and he nodded lightly, which caused his hair to rub up against your skin and you couldn't help but chuckle a little. at this, his smile grew and he took a quick glance at your face "for someone that had a rough day, you still look awfully beautiful." he hummed and adjusted himself so he leaned above you, his hands supporting himself but he couldn't hold himself up for much longer as his arms gave out in less than half a minute.

"rough session?" you questioned with a small smile and kissed his cheek to which he nodded and sighed "coach was trying to kill us, i swear." you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, drawing him closer as if there was any space left between the two of you. just by touching him, you could feel the tension in his muscles and hadn't you been so tired, you would've given him a massage. instead, you opted for giving him gentle kisses on his cheeks and temples.

"i feel like my boss hates me. they're always giving me a hundred different tasks and i have to get them done by the end of the day even if they're not things that don't technically have to be rushed." you ranted and groaned quietly, looking over at him every few seconds to make sure he was still listening. and he was, his eyes on you as he slowly nodded along. sometimes this was all you needed, you didn't need him to say anything but you had reassurance that he was listening. your relationship had always been turbulent, so moments like this were so important.

just the two of you in each other's embrace, talking about your days while snuggling up underneath the cushions. nothing in the whole world could disturb how at peace and relaxed you felt.

"missed you so much too. really didn't help with the stress." you added as you were finally finished with rambling on about how difficult your day had been. "oh, amor. i missed you too. so much." he whispered and you felt him place his palm on your cheek, carefully pulling you in before he placed a kiss on your lips.

you weren't sure how long you had been laying there by now. you were now facing each other as your boyfriend's hand gingerly dragged across your features, a tired smile on his lips. "you are so beautiful." you couldn't help but blush, turning your face into the pillow beneath your head "you keep repeating that and it's making me blush!" you accused, which made him laugh.

"well, yes, meu amor. that's my job. but i can do way more than just make you blush." he pointed out with a mischievous smile and god, that grin looked so stupid. his comment made you roll your eyes and lightly, you swung your hand at his arm, giving it a gentle swat.

"if you keep doing that, i'll show you what i can do!" he 'threatened' as he pinned himself above you once again, caging you between his arms as he stared at you with a smirk dancing on his lips.

"mhm, and if you keep teasing, i'll show you my own skills and we all know you can't resist" you countered and matched his expression. in response, you heard a whine before all of his weight laid on top of you "don't tease. i'm way too tired for this." he groaned.

"you started it! and get off me, you're like a bag of rocks" you argued but went quiet when you heard a quiet snore.

oh boy.

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applejuicefruit · 1 year

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can you write a headcanon where reader wakes up early in the morning because she just got her period and she goes change and when she comes back to bed richarlison feels like something is off and he turns their possitions that reader is the little spoon and he's asking her if it's her period, and presses her back to him so he can reduce pain and rubs her stomach with his warm hands?

love your blog btw<3

It’s currently that time of the month so why not?

richarlison x reader

Shark week

you woke up feeling something sticky between your legs

and your lower belly starting to hurt

but it was only six in the morning and you didn’t want to leave the comfort of your bed

eventually you had to

so you left the bed trying to not wake up richarlison

he was a soft sleeper so every noise could wake him

in fact he saw you leaving the bed but it was too tired to stop you

you reached the bathroom and decided to take a quick shower and change yourself in more comfortable and clean clothes

it took you only ten minutes to do so but you were already missing the warmth and the comfort of your bed

and richi’s arms around your body

once you were done you came back to bed

only to find richarlison’s eyes softly opened and waiting for you

“are you okay meu amor?” he asked you

you explained him that you started your period and he felt bad for you

knowing how much it hurts you everytime

“it’s okay babe” he whispered in your ear

“let me take care of you”

he would put his hand on your lower belly

and gently massaging it

trying to ease the pain

that action brought you a sense of comfort

and warmth

and if actually worked easing the pain a little bit

his body was pressed against yours

keeping you warm and safe

his lips would ghost over your neck giving you reassuring kisses from time to time

he did everything in his power to keep calm you down

and to take from you a little bit of pain

he hated seeing you suffering

so he wanted to be useful and helping you with your cramps

but now all you wanted to do was sleep for a couple of more hours

and richarlison helped you doing that

his hand still on your lower belly

still massaging in it and keeping in warm

sometimes he would stop the massage and just press the hand to your belly just to ease your discomfort a little more

and you couldn’t thank him enough for doing that

for being so careful

and caring

and loving

with you

always

shark week or not

he loved you and he would do anything to prove it to you

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