#richarlison x reader

[maikissed]

slow and messy

this is anyone you like type of shot, so enjoy. warnings: romantic c*ck sucking, duh(+18). probably poorly written, sorry.

Imagine a boy so infatuated with you that the slightest caress you grant him makes him intoxicated as he blush furiously and his beautiful eyes shine with an almost pleading expression. Moments of closeness like this makes his heart swell with adoration as he can’t get enough of you, of your smell, tender touch and gentle lips. You are so beautiful in his eyes that his chest feels heavy, overwhelmed by the fact that you’re all his, in body, soul and mind. Your loving gaze and fond smile turns him putty in your arms and it almost drives you crazy knowing that you’re the one who makes him feel like this. You love to go slow with him, thriving in these moments filled with long deep stares, delicate passionate kisses on his mouth, his neck and chest. You mark his body with traces of your fingernails as soon as you notice his breath shallowing and his eyelids closing shut, because he is so turned on and yet powerless, utterly at your mercy. You pay attention to every little reaction he grants you and realise you’ve never known you could be so enamoured with somebody.

You were kissing him, straddling his thighs, so lost in this blissful moment when you felt his hips buck up, desperate to feel you properly. You smiled into the kiss, delighted by your boyfriends eagerness and leaned back to admire the look of his swollen lips and foggy eyes.

“Be patient” you petted his cheek softly and he hummed leaning into your palm with his eyes closed.

He was so aroused, almost feverish and the sight of his flushed expression made your heart flutter with affection.

“You are so pretty” you whispered tracing the line of his lips with your fingers.

He took your hand in his gently and pecked your fingers with butterfly kisses. You could feel his hardness poking you through the clothes and almost gave in to the need to rock against him but you wanted to focus on his pleasure entirely tonight. So you slowly got off him to slide to your knees in front of him, biting your lip nervously when you spotted the look on his face. He swallowed hard, focused on your actions and his fingers that were placed on his thighs twitched slightly as if he wanted to reach out to you. But he stayed still and you shot him a cheeky smile, putting your palms on his thighs to glide them up and rest near his crotch, but not exactly in the place where he needed your attention the most. He was still watching you intensively while you started to unbutton his pants and then slowly took them off his legs. He was left only in his boxers and your mouth watered at the sight of his hardness visibly poking through the material. You’ve never actually went down on him, as your relationship was still rather fresh, but right now just the slight thought of it made your mind hazy. You took off your shirt, exposing the black little bra you were wearing and raised your hands up to tie your hair in a loose ponytail. Your boyfriend smiled at you lazily then. You rested your hands on his knees and leaned down, maintaining the eye contact all the while. He whimpered the moment you placed a hot open-mouthed kiss on his still clothed dick and the sound turned you on even more.

“Do you want me to suck you off, baby?” you asked sweetly and noticed a slight twitch of his member.

He thrown his head back with a chuckle, extremely weakened by your never-ending teasing and you put your palm on his dick to stroke him gently. He jolted, chasing your touch.

“Have you ever fantasised about it?” you murmured observing his little reactions.

“So many times” he breathed looking down at you.

You bit your lower lip excited by his confession and then grabbed the elastic of his boxers to finally free him fully. He lifted his hips up so you could take the garment off easily. You licked your lips at the sight of his erection and he blushed slightly, patiently waiting for your next move. He looked so sweet and innocent, looking at you with those big begging eyes, it made your heart ache. You placed his cock in a light grip of your little hand and bend down to peck the tip with a kiss and heard him intake a sharp breath. The muscles of his stomach tensed visibly when you licked a long stripe from the bottom to top and the moment you took him inside your warm mouth fully, he grabbed the back of your head with his hand gently, running his long fingers through your hair. You hollowed your cheeks working him slowly and dared to look up to spot him still watching you through heavy lids.

“You look beautiful” he breathed, his voice weak and raspy “You’re so good, baby”

His praise encouraged you more and you went back to play with the tip of his cock again, sucking it a bit harsher and he jumped up slightly as a low moan escaped his lips. You hummed closing your eyes and then leaned back to collect more saliva in your mouth to spit on his cock before putting it in your mouth again. The sight of this filthy act elicited a low grunt from him as he thrown his head back, completely lost in the pleasure. You sped up your movements, working the base with your wet, spit covered palm. You relaxed your throat to be able to take more of him inside your mouth and focused on steady breathing through the nose. You felt the tip hitting the back of your throat and gagged slightly, gripping his thighs. The whole act was getting messier by each second and you could tell he was close to reach the climax. His sounds were getting louder, his breathing more erratic and you moaned tasting the precum on your tongue. Shortly after you felt the twitch of his cock and he came inside your mouth abruptly, making you squeeze your eyes shut, his grip on your hair tightened. You leaned back, making sure that he’s watching you swallowing his seed. A few drops went down your chin so you used your fingers to gather it and lick the digits clean. He sighed absolutely enraptured by your messy appearance, his mouth slightly ajar, panting as if he put in a full match on the pitch. You rose up to lean on the couch with your knees on either sides of his thighs and bend down placing his face in your hands.

“I’m not done with you yet” you purred roaming his neck with your fingers.

He grinned sleepily with his eyes closed and you leaned in to kiss him on the lips sweetly.

[luvneymar]

princess treatment pt.3? with mbappé, richarlison, and erling haaland? :)

# PRINCESS TREATMENT 3! — footballers! (final!)

— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballers boyfriends! (part 1) (part 2)

CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, light jealousy, sensual themes, just cute stuff overall!

PARINGS: earling haaland x fem!reader, richarlison x fem!reader, oliver giroud x fem!reader

NOTE: someone asked for giroud content so I combined it with this lol! any examples of this do not represent of the body type, race or ethnicity of the reader! tysm for reading! 💕

RICHARLISON DE ANDRADE — dollar bills!

Recently you saw a trend on TikTok where girls would hold their hands out to their boyfriends, friends, brothers or literally anybody to see what they would do.

Richarlison was currently playing video games with his friends on FaceTime but fortunately you placed your camera in the room before he went in & you’ve been recording ever since.

You were holding your phone camera in your hand as discreetly as possible to not alert your boyfriend about the challenge your trying on him. “Baby? are you in here?” You peaked into his gaming room spotting him on his chair as he shouted at Neymar for something in among us.

Hearing your voice his head whipped around and he opened his arms signalling you to come over, you shuffled over giving him a hug as his head was pressed onto your stomach & hands were wrapped around your ass.

Once you both pulled away your challenge had begun as you stuck out your palm standing there with a bright smile, at first he hadn’t noticed anything as he turned back to the computer screen.

Until you were standing there for a good 30 seconds & he spun his head around to look at you quickly before looking back at the screen, he took his hand off the mouse taking your hand flipping it over to the backside of your hand & giving it a kiss.

He turned back to the screen until he realized you were still standing there; cheeky smile on your face palm still stuck out in-front of you, he chuckled as he dug through his pants pulling out his wallet.

“Richarlison? Are you still there?” Neymar called at alerting him that the new round had started.

“Yeah I’m here hold on.” He replied back as he fished through his wallet grabbing a huge stack of cashing & placing it in your hand along with his black card. “Happy?” He asked looking up at your face which was filled with surprise.

You hadn’t expected him to give you this much money let alone any at all as you assumed he’d just take your hand & place it on his private parts. You scoffed happily curling your fingers over the stack. “Definitely, but what will I even do with this much money?”

“Whatever you’d like baby, it’s all yours.” He answered turning his head back to the screen & unmuting himself on face-time. You gave him a quick kiss pulling his face towards you before walking away checking your phone to see if the footage was recorded.

You edited the video a little before posting it captioning it with: “HE’S SO SWEET 😭😭” Seconds later likes, comments & replies came flooding in about how Richarlison was the perfect boyfriend.

OLIVER GIROUD — first class!

“You’re so excited baby have you never flown out of the country?” Oliver chuckled watching you practically fly out of the valet car that was escorting you to the airport tarmac.

Ever since you complained about how you haven’t gone on a vacation in a while that very day Oliver booked your dream vacation paying for unnecessary expenses like tour guides & other things; as-long as it made you happy he thought.

“I have! I’ve never been to the Mal Dives though.” You answered pulling his arm to get him out of the car, you both didn’t need to worry about your luggage since Oliver paid for it to be flown before-hand.

“I’m coming babe hold on, you’re gonna rip my arm off.” Oliver laughed as he stepped out of the car turning his head to look at what you were staring at all starry eyed.

“Look, it’s a private jet. Just for the two of us.” You rambled on about the jet standing in-front of you both, you were used to Oliver spending a fortune on you whether it was cars, jewellery or even 1000 roses but a whole jet was much different.

“I know, do you like it?” He asked as he placed his hands in his pockets leaning back and forth between his heels and his toes. “Are you kidding? Who wouldn’t like this.” You laughed in disbelief.

“I’m glad you like it, c’mon baby let’s board the plane before they leave without us.” Oliver took your hand into his as he directed you towards the plane, you greeted the flight attendant who was waiting for you at the entrance as she guiding you both to your seats.

Once you both were settled in your chairs chatting happily about your upcoming adventures a flight attendant had came around with a cart filled with expensive looking drinks & desserts. “Champagne or Club Soda?” She asked with a smile.

“Champagne please, babe what about you?” You turned to look at your boyfriend who was staring at the window as he unconsciously caressed your knuckles with his thumb, you squeezed your hand bringing his attention back to you.

“Hmm? Oh, I’ll have whatever your having.” He leaned into kiss you on your cheek before turning to stare out the window again continuing to stroke your knuckles, you smiled turning back to the attendant,“2 Champagnes please.”

As the flight attended walked away Oliver noticed that you had a particularly slummed look on your face, you were just jumping around in joy so seeing you down worried him.“Are you okay?”

“Yep! Just thinking of what we’re gonna do when we get there.” You sent your signature “i’m fine” smile his way continuing you tap your feet against the empty seat right in-front of you as you looked back down to face your feet.

“You look worried though.” He let go of your hand using his freed hand to pull your face towards his forcing you to face him, seeing his eyes filled with concern made you sigh before continuing, “Yeah it’s just, how much was this trip?”

His face soften hearing what you we’re concerned about, you both had fight’s about money in the past & about how Oliver spent way to much money on pointless things,“Oh, don’t worry about that baby.”

“I have too, you can’t go broke because you wanna please me. I’ll be fine with whatever you provide.” You admitted in a quiet voice turning your head to face the window across from your aisle. “With my profession I’ll go broke the day you go bald.”

“What if I go Bald tomorrow?” You wanted to laugh at his joke but it was quite hard knowing you really could go bald tomorrow & Oliver could become broke, after all nobody knows what could happen.

“You wouldn’t, what I’m trying to say is. I spend this money to make you smile, whether it’s a large purchase or small it’s for you. In this case; a private jet just for my princess.”

Hearing your boyfriend be so adamant about you spending his money & not thinking of you as a sugar baby or a gold digger relieved you greatly. Yes, you both were dating but you weren’t a mind reader, for all you know he could be planning to kill you.

“Alright then, on that note; I could get used to this. Fast.” You pushed your insecure thoughts to the side as you settled into your seat properly reclining the seat, feeling in all the luxuries to the max. He chuckled at your childishness as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you in.

“Get used to it baby, you’re stuck with me, my jet & my money forever.”

ERLING HAALAND — giant teddybear!

“I told you not to eat so many sweets before went on the ride, no wonder you almost threw up.” Your boyfriend reminded you as he leaned over helping you walk throughout the winter carnival without collapsing.

Seeing that his good friend Jude had gone recently to the Winter Wonderland you decided it be good for the both of you to go as well, until it wasn’t. It was either Erling was too tall for some of the rides or you chickened out just looking at it.

But seeing as you were low-key being a party pooper for your boyfriend who you basically forced to come to the attraction you decided to go onto the wildest ride there was available; bad, bad idea.

Erling had bought you almost every single foot item you looked at for to long filling your stomach much faster than you’d like, by the 4th taco you ate you were ready to unbutton your pants & burst.

“It was fun wasn’t it though?” You groaned out patting the shoulder of your boyfriend signalling him to slow down as you felt as if you were going to barf, he slowed down waiting for you to gain your composure.

Seeing as you took a little longer than usual he bent down pulling your body on his back giving you a piggyback ride, you on the other hand smirked into his back tucking your legs around his waist. “All apart of my plan.” You muttered into his neck taking in his scent.

“Did you say something?” Erling asked as he begun to walk passing by multiple food-stalls that just the smell of the food made you sick, you wrapped your arms around his neck & placed your head in the crook of his collarbone.

“Nope! Nothing! Don’t worry about it baby.” You whispered into his ear closing your eyes in the process, as Erling walked past multiple stalls you closed your eyes feeling peaceful almost falling asleep till you jolted up after feeling as if you were falling.

As you opened your eyes you looked around seeing that the entrance was just a few miles away, something also caught your eye; a stand with gigantic teddy bears. “Baby?”

“Hmm?” he hummed, waiting for you to say what you needed.

“Can you win that for me before we leave?” You asked him patting his shoulder to get him to slow down so he didn’t walk right by the stand.“Win what?”

“The giant teddy bear.” You slid down his back and turned towards the stall pointing to the humongous teddy bears.

“You’re such a child, fine.” Erling walked towards the stand grabbing a few of the tennis balls on the desk as he backed away throwing them at the targets scoring on each one of them.

The man at the stall handed him a giant pink bear almost the size of you leaving Erling to walk back to you giant big bear in hand stupid grin on his face, you took the bear out of his hand giving it a big squeeze. “Thanks baby.”

“What should I name him?” You asked as you both continued to walked towards the exits hand in hand, hearing that Erling turned to you looking at you weirdly, “You name your teddy bears?”

“Of course! Since you won him for me I’ll name him, Erlie.” You smiled at him squeezing his hand, Erling chuckled at your ridiculous as he bent down to give you a kiss on your forehead.

“You’re too cute, but Erlie is a horrible nickname love. Makes him sound like an old man.”

[blueaetherr]

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.

[jusalle]

Richarlison Headcannons💛

When you first met Richarlison, he was shy, but once you got to know him, he was a bundle of joy.

Whenever you called him "darling" "love" or any nickname, he would always get so flustered with you.

Also you absolutely fell in love with his voice, the way he spoke Portuguese to you.

Then the same with you, when he would call you "amor" "baby" "princesa" you would always get so nervous.

Then the same for Richarlison he fell in love with your voice when you spoke Spanish to him.

You would always speak Spanish to him and he would speak Portuguese to you since they were so similar. Also you knew he wasn't the best at English.

His weakness would probably be your kisses. His knees would always go so weak.

Richarlison would always wake up early so he just admire you until you woke up

One thing he noticed about you is that you always get nervous under his gaze

"Amor look at me" Richarlison said while chuckling

When he said that you still didn't look at him, so he grabbed your chin and made you look at him.

Once you looked at his light brown eyes, you face turned red

The way he looked at you just made you nervous, especially when he's taller than you and he had to look down at you.

He loved when you went to his practices and game cause he would always try his hardest for you.

Every time he scored he would make a heart with his hands and point at you.

Richarlison was very observant and he noticed any little thing, if you were quiet he would notice and if you didn't want to eat he would notice.

"Hey are you okay princesa?, you've hadn't even talked the whole gathering, you looked tense. Do you wanna go home right now Princesa?"

When Richarlison had to leave early in the morning for practice, you didn't want him to leave and he did didn't want to leave you either.

"Please stay with me, I don't want you to go to practice, it's to early love."

"Amor I gotta go or else Neymar will kill me again" Richarlison said laughing

"How about when I get home, I'll spoil you with all my love, does that sound good?"

"Of course Mi Amor"

Richarlison really loved that you were so supportive of him and always respected his choices and himself

When he would be stressing and get overwhelmed with people and start tearing up, you would always sit in his lap, facing him and wipe every single tear that fell on his cheek.

When you guys first went into the relationship, he was always so kind to you because he knew about past relationship and you did the same for him.

Whenever you guys were alone, you guys would dance with eachother and hold eachother and be in eachothers presence.

Richarlison is a interesting person, he would do the most funniest and dumbest things. Like for example he would do his pigeon dance.

After the a hard game for Richarlison, you would always cook his favorite foods. Then lay in bed with eachother and you giving him massages.

When you have a cold, you didn't want Richarlison to take care of you, you knew Richarlison already had alot on his plate but no, he's stubborn and still helps you.

"Amor don't come near me, I don't want you getting sick"

"Princesa, it's okay, just let me help you please"

••••

Hello everyone, I hope you guys enjoy this one, somone requested it so I'll shall deliver. But if you guys have any request I'll gladly ACCEPT💛. Also yall need to give me new characters to write about cause I dunno if yall like some Jude Bellingham or some more ochoa or chicharito or ney?

[holygrailimagines]

Locker Room

Summary: Richarlison releasing his stress onto reader

Warning: SMUT, also please I don't know if this is bad I usually don't write filthy stufffff like this lmaooo.

You always want to be by Richarlison’s side when he plays football, even if it's just practice. You rarely ever have the time to watch your husband play, but today was one of those lucky days. You were sporting his jersey, which was your favorite article of clothing. It was custom made for you and fit like a glove. You were also wearing some black shorts, not the jean type- it was too hot for that. 

Here you were sitting on the bench, watching as your husband practiced with his team. He looked so handsome on the field. His sweat glistened under the field lights and his eyes glared. He was dirty but in a sexy way, you couldn’t really explain it. However, you noticed he wasn’t doing his best. Every time he tried to score, it would never make it into the net. You watched as he progressively became angrier and upset to the point he completely walked off the field. His coach tried calling for him but then dismissed him angrily with an annoyed wave. 

“Rich? Where are you going?” You called after your husband, stumbling off the bench. You had to run after him to catch up to him. 

“Home.” He said, making his way into the locker room with you following right behind. 

You nodded, “Okay, I’ll wait for you in the car.” You say, heading out of the locker room before you feel his large hand grip your wrist. You quickly turned to look at Rich to see what this was all about. You were met with his face, eyes staring deep into your soul. They were darker than usual, clouded with lust. 

“No,” he says, “you’re staying with him.” He says before pulling you into the locker room. He closed and locked the door behind you, slamming you against it. He was quick to suck on your neck, hands groping your breasts roughly. 

“You think you could wear that and tease me like this?” He angrily asked in between sloppy kisses on your neck. You were shocked but quickly gave into the pleasure you were beginning to feel. You moaned as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, turning your head for a better angle of your neck. 

“Rich…we shouldn’t be doing this…not here.” You say, softly placing both hands on his chest. Secretly, you wanted to do it here. The fear and adrenaline of being caught was turning you on even more. 

“Shut up.” He growled before dragging you on to a desk in the locker room like a dog. 

“It’s all your fault,” He grunts, tearing off your jersey. “Distracting me like this.” He says, roughly ripping the clasp off your bra. He quickly stands over you and slides down his shorts with his boxers, his thick cock springing out and slapping against his abdomen. 

“Now suck my dick like the slut you are,” He says through gritted teeth, looking down at you. In your seated position on the desk, you were perfectly face to face with his pulsing cock as precum spilled from its slit. You start off with kitten licks, getting wetter as you hear his quiet whimpers. But it isn’t long before Rich gets bored. He uses one of his hands to make a makeshift ponytail and begins to fuck your face. Tears begin to form in your eyes as you struggle to keep up, gagging on his dick. He looks down at you, biting his lip as he tries to stay as quiet as possible. He loved the way you looked, mascara and tears running down your face, the flushed redness of your cheeks and nose, and how swollen your lips had gotten from his cock. He lets go of your hair and perfectly wraps his large hand around your throat. He slams you down on your back, tearing off your pants and underwear. The only thing you had on now were your nike white socks and white air forces. 

He swung both your legs onto his shoulders, lifted the bottom of his jersey and held it with his teeth. He wanted to see how his dick perfectly slid into your pussy. By now you were soaking, wanting to feel him. You didn’t care if it was his mouth, fingers, or dick, you just needed it now. He gripped his thick cock, teasing your entrance. You began moaning loudly when suddenly Rich stuffed your panties into your mouth.

“I told you to shut the fuck up!” He yelled through his gritted teeth, startling you a bit. He held your ankles for support as he slowly pushed himself inside you. He knew how crazy this was driving you. You bit down on the cloth in your mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head. He slowly went in and out, in and out. He threw his head back as your pussy clenched tightly around him. He got faster and louder, the base of his cock slamming against your pussy. The sound of skin slapping and your muffled moans were enough to make him go even faster. He moved one hand to grip your throat, completely blocking your airways. The pleasure and lack of oxygen was too much as tears involuntarily streamed down your face. Rich chuckled at this, dick still hard as a rock, watching as your tits bounced and the bulge in your stomach emerging each time he slammed himself inside you. 

He suddenly let go of your throat and pulled out of you, removing your gag. You whimpered in disappointment, your pussy clenching on nothing but air. He turns you on to your stomach so your ass is entirely exposed to him. Rich finally takes off his jersey, showing off his abs and v line. He doesn’t even wait and painfully slams back inside you. It hurt so good. You were practically screaming, body lunging forward with each sharp thrust. Rich didn’t care anymore, he just wanted to empty his load inside you. He gripped the back of your neck, anchoring you down as he jackhammered you from the back. He grunted and groaned, calling you dirty names and occasionally slapping your ass. You were shaking at this point, too weak to feel anything. His eyes screwed shut as his head was thrown back. He leans forward, his chest pressing against your back. This new position allows him to quite literally vibrate inside you. He reached down, rubbing your clit. 

“Come on baby, come for me.” He encourages you and you do. You let go and coat his cock with your warm juices. He moans loudly, his pace getting sloppier. He buries himself inside you even deeper, releasing himself with a shuddered grunt. He slowly slides out of you as you let out a pained cry, feeling globs of his cum slide out of you and plopping onto the floor. You weren’t really sure how you would ever recover from this.

I am so devastated but, in my heart, Brasil won the world cup idc! Also plz tell me if this is good or bad because if it's bad, I would totally be down to fix some stuff. But anyway, hope you guys enjoyed it!!

[i-care-4u]

[ ✹ ] 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

[greedyhoneyz]

Sympin’ Ain’t Easy

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･pairing: richarlison x singer!reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･synposis: they say getting your girlfriend’s name tattooed on you is a bad omen. richarlison thinks not.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･cw: brief mention of blood? tattoos.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･authors notes: i love his nose. i used google translate.

The rhythmic beat that pulsed from the loudspeakers overhead cooled Richarlison.

He lay on his stomach, his chin pressed against the head of the massage table. His jaw sat clenched, a line appearing between his brows as they drew together. His lips set into a hard line, and his nostrils flared as he took a sharp breath.

His back throbbed and pulsated. A pricking sensation shot down his spine as a thin needle pierced against his flesh.

In perfect calligraphy, her name stood bold and tall against his brown skin. The letters that formed her, entangled with each other and blended flawlessly.

A concoction of blood and ink stained his skin before a gloved hand wiped it away.

Bopping his head to the beat pounding from the overhead speakers, Richarlison lay stiffly. The only body part that moved, apart from his head, was his thumb as it smoothed across the screen of his phone.

Occasionally he would pass a smile to the artist attending his back or throw out a quick remark to a friend before returning his attention to his phone.

A couple of hours had passed with Richarlison now upright and sore, his two legs straddling either side of the massage table. He hunched over slightly as the tattoo artist wiped over his fresh piece, flinching at the pinching sensation that flickered across his skin.

Relieved and fatigued, Richarlison kept a careful gaze on his back through the reflection of a mirror. He smiled tiredly and craned his head, skimming his eyes across each letter now permanently marked across his skin.

“(name)…” He breathed softly. He could practically hear her yelling at the top of her lungs, scolding him for being so careless.

She took pride in the art marked across his skin, her gentle fingertips often finding themselves across his figure tracing his artwork, caressing them with such care and attention it lulled him to slumber.

She respected, and appreciated the choices he made to colour his body— encouraged him mostly. However, she forbade the idea of brandishing.

“It’s a bad omen.” She would often say. “It’ll destroy our relationship.”

Richarlison didn’t believe that to be true, it was her fear talkin’.

Her fear— that one day they’d break apart and he’d be left scorned and scarred with the remnants of their relationship permanently blemished on his skin.

She loved him and he loved her; their love was a perfect brew of his bold passion and her unconditional tenderness.

Studying the tattoo closely, Richarlison affirmed to himself. I’ll prove her wrong.

Turning away from the mirror, Richarlison paddd through his contacts on his phone and pressed her name, ringing her through FaceTime.

His phone vibrated and sang for a while before (name) picked up. She held her phone on her lap, her camera angled upwards at her chin.

She was seated on what seemed to look like a parlour chair, her upper half hidden beneath a robe whilst her makeup artist lightly dabbed blush onto her ample cheeks. Her eyes were shut, her shoulders tense as the hair stylist behind her fiddled with her hair.

“Meu amor!” Lifting her phone from her lap, (name) held it up to her line of sight, muttering a “yeah”. Slowly, she opened her eyes and steadied her gaze onto her phone.

Richarlison stood up tall, his arms tucked by his sides— his phone held by a friend. “Look! You see!”

“Agh!” With wide eyes and a slack jaw, (name) gaped. She traced her eyes over her boyfriend’s back and shrieked, which garnered the interest of her glam team who fixed their attention towards her phone. “What did you do?!”

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[lewisvinga]

football masterlist

jude bellingham

vinicius jr

rodrygo goes

aurelien tchouameni

kylian mbappé

trent alexander arnold

neymar jr

richarlison de andrade

lucas paquetá

pablo gavi

pedri

alejandro balde

joão felix

sergio ramos

diego lainez

kevin alvarez

[maneaterss]

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!

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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]

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.

[applejuicefruit]

welcome to my blog if you’re new here!

i’m currently writing for football players

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i write only FLUFF/ANGST and some SMUT (i don’t feel comfortable enough to write smut but if you have some ideas just text me and I’ll see if I’m comfortable enough )

don’t send me the same request you sent to other blogs, it makes me uncomfortable and it’s not fair towards me and other writers

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be specific with your requests please

(all the new fics will be linked in masterlist 2)

MASTERLIST

Masterlist 2

One shots

Adrien Rabiot

Mr Professor

Proud of you

Love at first sight

London nights

Don’t touch her

My love, stay with me

Breakfast in bed

Are you jealous?

Taking care of you

Mon amour

XOXO

First time?

Lazy morning

Kylian Mbappe

Not a secret anymore

One more chance , pt.2

Home sweet home

Emergency room

Safe

Don’t leave

Something better

Attention seeker

A father’s love

My hero, my saviour

In your eyes

What exactly are your intentions Kyky?

Juventus is better than you

Cuddles make everything better

Titanic

Silent treatment

Only human

She hulk

Not everyone’s favourite

Was she worth it?

Three of us

Bad mistakes

First valentine

Why not me?

Pet therapy

Fairytale

As long as you need me

Drunk in love

Light it up

The way you are

Crazy in love

Did you cheat?

On the edge

Clingy

Oscars

Perfect as you are

Neymar Jr

Everything I need

Love letters

My sunshine

City of Angels

Breathe for me (daughter reader)

Consequences

My angel

Never change

Richarlison

Nightmares

Antoine Griezmann

Let me love you

Alone

Olivier Giroud

Safe

Jealousy jealousy

A father’s love

In your eyes

What exactly are your intentions Kyky?

Love bites

Daddy issues

Erling Haaland

Breathe in

Goodnight kiss

Oh, baby?

Safeword

Cherries

Dusan Vlahovic

Did you really fall from the stairs?

Break up with your boyfriend

Power & Control

Daddy care

Protective

Baby?

See you later

Filip Kostic

First time

Taking care of you

Headcannons

Adrien Rabiot

Aftercare

Subspace

Kylian Mbappe

Aftercare

Subspace

Dating

More than friends

What is love?

Neymar Jr

Aftercare

Jude Bellingham

The first time

Jealous

Panic attack

Erling Haaland

Aftercare

Subspace

Richarlison

Aftercare

Shark week

Dusan Vlahovic

Aftercare

[luvneymar]

Omgg your footballers princess treatment was the best I’ve ever read 😭😩 you’re amazing ❤️ Can you do a part 2 with Mbappe, Griezmann, Trent and Mason. Maybe Richarlison? Up to you.

# PRINCESS TREATMENT 2 — footballers

— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballer boyfriend! (part 1)

CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, sensual themes, light jealousy

PARINGS: kylian mbappé x reader, mason mount x reader, antoine greizmann x reader,

NOTE: none of the examples is a default body type & always feel free to change anything! enjoy! 💕

KYLIAN MBAPPÉ — expensive jewelry!

“Love what do you think of this one?” Kylian picked up a necklace that was resting in a large black velvet box & placed it around your neck. His large warm hands wrap the cold diamond necklace around your neck holding onto the clip in the back.

You admired the way it looked on you which didn’t go untouched by Kylian who hoped you’d say yes since this was probably going to be the 5th necklace you turned down.

“It’s nice, but expensive. Try finding a cheaper one.” To be complete honest you loved the way the necklace looked, it complimented your eyes & your dress. It catch anyone’s eye whenever you walked past them or walked into a room.

“Love is there something wrong? This is the 5th necklace you turned down.” Kylian removed the necklace from around your neck and turned you around forcing you to look in his eyes.

His large hands cupped your face pulling it up to look into your big (colour) eyes, he could see the worry & doubt behind them which worried him greatly. “No, nothing is wrong. It’s just— you know what? Never-mind.”

“Just what? Talk to me.” He begged as his eyes switched their focus from one pupil to the other.

Your eyes avoided him as much as possible even though his hands were quite firm, You pulled his hands away by his index finger and walked away towards another jewelry case you weren’t even interested in. “Nothing Ky, just drop it.”

“Not until you tell me what’s going on. Have I upset you?” He walked towards you turning your body around by your shoulders forcing you to face him once again, this time he was much more firm causing your resistance act to drop a little.

“No! It’s not you, just drop it—!” Kylian pulled you in gripped the bottom of your ass for a deep kiss right in the middle of the store, it was late at night so there wasn’t that many people in the store let alone the shopping centre.

He pulled you in so closely you had nowhere to put your hands other than his chest as you traced the embroidery on his suit. He pulled away keeping his hands on your derrière pulling his other hand out of his pocket to hold the side of your.

The way he was looking at you with so much love & concern made you melt finally confessing what was wrong. “All of these necklaces are extremely expensive.”

He raised his eyebrow hoping you’d elaborate seeing as how you we’re definitely living life when he met you. “I known I’ve lived a lavish life before but this, this is a lot.”

Finally realizing what was happening with you he pulled you towards a more secluded spot in the shop where the couches were & sat you down, he took your hands into his before continuing. “Baby look at me.”

“The money I make means nothing to me if I can’t spend it on you.” He explained wrapping his hand around your shoulder pulling your body into his, you leaned into his body listening to his heartbeat.

“I know you think that way but the media thinks much differently.” You sighed stroking your finger up and down his chest, hearing what you said he stroked your hair all the way down to your back.

“I don’t care what they think. The tabloids don’t make millions from their knowingly fake stories. I do, my millions are for you; only for you baby.” He turned to you and saw you trying to hide your smile in his coat, then he knew he’s succeeded in destroying all the doubts that flew around in your mind.

“You really have a way with your words, don’t you Ky.” He chuckled at you before standing up holding his hand out to you. You smiled at him taking his hand & linking his arm with yours.

“Of course beautiful, now please pick out a necklace or five, just say the word and it’s yours baby.”

TRENT ALEXANDER ARNOLD — shopping spree!

“Beautiful are you finished yet?” Trent called out from the other side of the change room walking around in circles hoping it’ll make time go faster, Even though you guys were lingerie shopping you couldn’t find the ones that you liked.

He insisted you looked incredible in all of them & especially naked but you refused to hear it, so now here he was outside a change room holding 6 different colours and types of sexy underwear

“Yeah just a second!” You shouted as you finally made your way out of the chnage room showing off the white lingerie you were wearing, as you walked out Trent’s eyes had almost fallen out his his sockets.

“God damn baby, you look incredible.” Trent breathed out holding out his hand which you took gracefully. Trent always thought you looked absolutely stunning at all times. Even in the mornings when you had eye boogers & morning breath.

From the way you smiled when he told you the most unfunny joke ever, to the way you walked into a room as confident as ever. “Thank youuu.” You sung out twirling around his hand that was above your head.

He pulled you in hiding his head into the crook into your neck taking in your vanilla scent as his large hands rubbed up and down your back sliding in and out your underbra. “Hey watch yourself sir. Last time we did that we got banned the store and the mall.”

“How could I when you look and smell so heavenly? You’re like the embodiment of a vanilla flower.” Trent tiled his head as he leaned in for a kiss that your graciously accepted.

“You’re such a sweetheart.” You pulled away to whisper that on his lips.

As you both made out you moaned into the kiss feeling Trent’s hands ease down from your back, to your lower back all the way to your ass slowly pulling down your underwear. Feeling his hand pulling at your underwear you pulled away thin line of saliva being left.

“Only for you my love.” He whispered back slapping you on the ass, you squealed jumping slightly at the impact. He pulled you in once again for a quick his keep his hand on your ass trying to convince you to give him some.

“No can do Trent baby, I like this mall.” You winked at as you walked backward back into the change-room. “Your driving insane love.” Trent whispered from our side the door, you giggled to yourself at his neediness.

Ever since you and Trent had met a Underwear shoot that had went a little too suggestively, he almost choked on his own saliva the moment you walked in and smiled at him, he smiled at the memory not realizing that you had opened the door showing him another set.

“Do you like this one? It feels a bit too much.” You walked out dressed in skin tight pink lingerie, the moment you walked out Trent pushed you back inside the change room.

“Trent! Remember none of that in here!” You warned him as you wrapped your arms around his neck giggling at his ridiculousness.

“Fuck that, I need you right here and now. You can’t look that good and expect me not to fuck you right here.” He kissed along your neck tracing along your waist appreciating every inch of your smooth skin.

“You’re absolutely insane & corny.” You insulted him playfully slapping him on his shoulder as you both laughed at what he said.

“Want me to show you how corny I can be?” He asked as he slid himself down your body pulling down your underwear in the process.

“Oh really? Show me how— oh my.” You moaned out gripping onto his hair as you felt him pleasure you in the middle of a changing-room, you sat down on the change room bench feeling Trent pull your thighs over his shoulders.

“I’ll show you how corny I can be, you show me how loud you can be.”

ANTOINE GREIZMANN — rose bath!

“Princess are you enjoying yourself?” Antoine asked as he poured you & himself another glass of champagne, since France had won the world cup just a few hours ago he decided to surprise you with a rose filled bathtub .

You sat on-top his his lap as his handed you another glass of champagne kissing the back of your neck as he wrapped his arms around your naked waist. “Definitely. I should’ve done this for you though. After all I didn’t win the world cup.”

Antoine sighed before kissing down the back of your neck before sighed into your ear. “Princess, I wouldn’t have been able to this without you and you know it. You’re my good luck charm.” You laughed throwing a little of the water in his face. “You’re too much, Toine.”

As you laughed he sighed over your shoulder hands moving from your waist to your breast covering them, you moved your hands from the edge of the bathtub onto his. “I’m serious love, everything about you is the reason why I’m the man I am today.”

“Really?” You asked turning your head around twisting your body to face your boyfriend who was staring at you with nothing but love in his eyes.

“Really, which is why I’d like to give you this as a token of my appreciation.” He smiles at you on as he slides an expensive looking & feeling diamond necklace around your neck securing the back. It was a bit heavy proving its authenticity but nothing you couldn’t handle.

He handed you a hand mirror so you could see what he just put around your neck. As you took the mirror you squealed at what you were seeing.

“It’s beautiful Toine, it’s absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much.” You turned your body around cupping his face as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

“Don’t thank me love, you deserve it and so much more.” He pulled away for a second before he placed his hands on your hips moving his hands up and down as you both made out “Mmh, really? You something else for me?”

As you looked at each other with sensual faces he chuckled before responded with “Well your sitting right on it baby.”

It took you a second to process what he said before realizing what he meant“Antoine! Don’t be dirty!” You slapped his shoulder laughing at his smug face.

“It’s the truth! But it’s true I also have something else for you.” He lifted you from his lap so he could exit the bathtub

You gawked at his butt as he shuffled his way towards the dresser looking between the drawers trying to find some mystery token of appreciation. “You know I hate surprises right?”

“I know, which is why I got you something I know you’ll love.”

“Promise?” You questioned mine going crazy as to what the surprise could be.

“I Promise you’ll love this one.” He turned around winking at you before turning back to find the mysterious item, you propped your self onto the edge of the bathtub face leaning on the back of your hand as you stared at your boyfriend.

“Found it!” He held up a velvet box as he walked towards you entering the bathtub again placing you onto his lap facing him. As he opened it in-front of you revealing a box of keys to a Porsche. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Yes it is baby. Your own keys to a brand new Porsche, in (colour) just the way you’d like it—” Just before he finished his sentence you pulled him in for the 40th kiss tonight pulling in for a hug in the process.

“God, baby! What did I do in my past life to deserve you?” You pulled the keys out of the box holding them up to make sure you weren’t dreaming. “Just being you princess.”

You smiled at him before pulling him in for another hug kissing his check before burying your head in his neck. You pulled away putting the keys back in the box so they wouldn’t fall in the water “Thank you so much baby.”

You both sat in silence just appreciate the atmosphere and being in each others arms, you pulled away with a cheeky smile on your face before continuing, “Now we can have car-sex in a luxury car. Not that we weren’t already doing that. In my luxury car.”

“Oh really?” He raised his eyebrows pulling his hands back to rest them behind him on the edge of the bathtub, you nodded leaning in for another quick kiss.

“Mmh! Look forward to it.” You got up out of the bathtub tired of the water as it had already gone cold just before you could walk towards the counter you felt a hard slap on your ass making you laugh.

“Don’t make any promises you can’t keep baby, I’ll buy you 100 cars if it means I get to fuck you in them.”

MASON MOUNT — roses!

“You’re so lucky, you got one of the good ones. I need to beg for anything from a guy.” Your friend Vivi complained to your sobbing pouring her feelings out after having 1 too many glasses of champagne as you laughed at her.

“Vivi you’re beautiful you just need to reject any type of negativity or relationship that’s less than what you want.” You explained taking another sip of your champagne finishing it up before the waiter took the dirty glasses away.

“Easy for you to say you’re dating the Mason Mount, you bagged Mason Mount of all people.” Vivi grabbed the bottle of champagne and downed the rest of the bottle

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You raised your eyebrow at her shady comment, “Wrong way sorry, I’m too drunk to remember what I’m saying.” Wiping her mouth from any excess champagne dripping down her lips.

“Mmh, anyway who’s getting the cheque?” You asked as you signalled the waiter to bring the bill to your table, Vivi looked at you with “are you serious” eyes as she packed up her things.

“You. Mrs. Mount, Mason Mount’s girl, wifey, fiancée thingy. You’re getting the bill.” You giggled at the all different titles she was throwing at you while grumbling about how you could even ask her about covering the bill when your forced her to come to such an expensive restaurant.

“Fine.” You replied shortly while waiting for a check, as you were waiting another waiter came and placed a giant bouquet of red & white roses on your table with a note sticking out from the side.

This was a common place for couples to meet for first dates or engagement so you just assumed that the waiter had gotten the wrong person “Oh I think you have the wrong person.”

“Are you Mrs. Mount?” Waiter asked pulling the flowers from the table thinking he had gotten the wrong person.

“No—” Just as you were going to clear up the confusion with your identity Vivi had butted in turning to face the waiter as she popped a fortune cookie into her mouth. “Yes she is what do you need?”

“This is for you.” He placed the large bouquet of flowers back onto the table right in-front you along with the bill and left leaving you with a head sized bouquet & a very drunk Vivi.

You pulled out the card that was sticking out the side and read it out loud heart melting as you read each word, “100 roses for the 100 different reasons why I love you, Love Mason. Aww Vivi he sent me flowers.”

“Aww, I hope you guys are related.” She smiled at you throwing the sarcastic comment in your face, you paid no mind to it knowing that she was just drunk and it was her sense of humour.

“I love you too Vivi, come on we gotta get you home.” As you both made your way out of the restaurant and into the parking lot you felt your phone buzz as you got an incoming facetime call from Mason.

You picked up just to see a happy Mason grinning ear to ear as he saw the bouquet of flowers resting in your hands.“Hey baby, did you get my gift?”

“Yes infact I did. I love it so much, Thank you.” You kissed the screen waving around your phone showing you excitement unpin receiving a gift from your lovely boyfriend.

“Don’t thank me love, It’s all you.” Mason threw cheesy line your way that almost, almost made Vivi throw up in your car “Shut up Mason, stop flaunting your perfect relationship.”

“Nice seeing you too Vivi.” Mason waved to your friend who sat in the backseat of your Mercedes Benz curled over about to throw up, as you started the car you looked in the rear view mirrors to check on your friend just to see her fast asleep.

“She’s fast asleep, babe.” You alerted Mason giving him the green light to say whatever he’d like that wasn’t so appropriate with your friend still lucid and aware of your phone call.

“Did you flip the card around?” Mason inquired as you angled your phone to face you while you drove. “Mmh, I did. Can you actually make me climax in 100 different ways?” You laughed thinking about you had read again.

“What can I say? I’m a man of many different talents.” You chuckled at his reply squeezing your thighs together thinking about the 100 different possible ways he could do you.

“Already getting excited? we might as well skip to number 10 once you get home.” Mason teased you once he caught onto what you were doing. “Well what’s in store for number 10?”

“You’re gonna feel so much pleasure you might faint darling.”

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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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[jusalle]

hiii cau u write something about richarlison being weak for neck kisses

★Richarlison Imagine★

You and Richarlison have been together for 3 years.

In all that time you've learned Richarlison's weaknesses. One of them were your kisses and especially your neck kisses.

He would instantly fold and give in.

••••

Richarlison would love to make you so flustered. Every single time he did it he would always be so proud of making you flustered.

He would even tease you for it, which you hated it.

You always said you would make him flustered and find his weakness one day but it was impossible to make him flustered.

Right now Richarlison was at one of his practices and you always made him food once he came home.

While you were making his food, you were thinking how to make him flustered. It was almost impossible to think what to do to make him flustered but only one thing came in mind.

To give him butterfly kisses on his neck.

Now you were just waiting for him to come home from practice.

After awhile you heard the door open.

"Meu Amor are you here?"

"Yeah Amor I'm in the kitchen" you said

You saw Richarlison come into the kitchen, he looked so tired but once he saw you he didn't even look tired no more.

"Thank you Amor, for making food" he whispered into your ear as he kissed you softly

You simply nodded and left him to enjoy his meal.

You went into the bedroom to fold clothes and you began to start thinking of a plan to make him flustered.

After awhile you heard the bedroom door open and you feel arms wrap around you.

"Amor, I missed you while I was at practice" He whispered lowly as his hands began to roam.

"You were the only thing I was thinking about" He said as he began to kiss you and making the kiss more passionate

At that moment you knew this was your chance.

"Me to Meu Amor" you whispered into his ear as you broke the kiss

You began to kiss his neck and giving him butterfly kisses.

He tried to supress his groans and his face looked so embarrassed.

That's when you knew you made him flustered.

"Look who's the flustered one now Meu Amor" you laughed softly

"I'm not fluster-" He began to groan from the pleasure.

You kept kissing his neck and you kept laughing quietly from accomplishing to make him flustered.

"Amor if you keep doing that, I won't be able to handle myself" He whispered into your ear

That just made you even more aroused.

"Amor I'm warning y-"

At this point he couldn't stop groaning and panting.

He firmly grabs your waist and lays you on the bed

" See amor, look where your little accomplishment got you" He grinned at you like a child

"This is going to be a long night, Meu Amor" he whispered to you.

You were just happy that you finally found his weakness.

••••

Hello my lovelies, I hope you guys liked this one because ik I did🤭 and I love all the request that you guys send me!. Also I'll be posting more so don't be suprised if yall see more stories!

[holygrailimagines]

Attention

This is just smut and please be warned this is my first ever smut. Anyway, guys with big noses are top tier. 

Usually after a game, even if it's a loss, Richarlison would be so kind and gentle with you. Even if he was soaking with sweat, he would hold you tight and attack you with kisses, despite your protests. Although you do admit, you loved it when he did that. This time, it was different. 

As he walked off the field, sweaty with a sexy face of concentration, you ran up to him and practically jumped on him. To your surprise, he shrugged you off as if you meant nothing to him. You felt a pang in your heart as you watched him continue walking away to his locker room. Tears quickly welled up in your eyes as your face turned red with embarrassment. You quickly wiped your tears and left for your hotel. 

You were still stunned about what had happened, you replayed the entire day trying to figure out what you did wrong. Your thoughts were interrupted when the door to your hotel room opened and your boyfriend walked in. He nodded at you before heading into the shower, leaving you speechless yet again. You turned off the lights and buried yourself into the hotel bed, silently crying, not understanding where everything had gone wrong. 

You heard the shower turn off and the sound of shower curtains moving. You quickly wiped your tears and turned your back to the bathroom door, pretending to be asleep. You felt the bed dip behind you and you unintentionally let out the smallest sniffle. Just like that, the lights in the hotel room flashed on. 

“Meu amor, what’s wrong?” Rich asked, placing his hand on your shoulder and turning you to look at him. You looked up at him standing over you and rolled your eyes at him, 

“Why don’t you tell me?” You say as tears continue to run down your face. He furrowed his eyebrows as he removed the blanket from your body. 

“No nothing’s wrong, meu amor, why are you crying?” He asked again, sitting beside you. You wiped your tears and sat up on the bed. 

“You didn’t hug me, or kiss me. Usually you give me some sort of attention.” You explain, slightly embarrassed. His gaze softens and he lets out a sigh. 

“I’m sorry, amor. But that doesn’t mean there’s something wrong. I was just tired and frustrated about the game. It has nothing to do with you, I love you.” He said, reassuring you. You smile a bit, feeling somewhat relieved.

“I thought you were going to break up with me.” You finally let out. He chuckled in response. 

“Never, you are the love of my life.” He responds. 

He leans in to kiss you, his lips moving perfectly in sync with yours. You quickly sit on his lap, escalating the sweet kiss into a heated makeout session. You finally release each other for some air and you feel his hands gripping your waist. He begins to move them in circular motions and you feel his bulge against your clothed pussy. You can feel yourself getting wet. You bite your lip as he kisses your neck, making his way up to your jaw. He rips your tank top off, revealing your bare chest. Your nipples harden at the sudden cold air and he begins to lick them in circular motions. You couldn’t help the filthy moans leaving your mouth. He quickly put you on your hands and knees, pulling down his boxers in the process. He skillfully removed your panties, revealing your soaking cunt. 

“All this for me?” He asked teasingly. All you could do was nod frantically, moving your hips to feel just anything. One hand held your hip and the other gripped his cock, trailing his tip up and down your slit. You shuddered at the feeling. 

“Please,” you beg, looking back at him with pleading eyes, batting your eyelashes. 

“Please what?” He asked innocently. 

“Please fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.” You say and almost instantly, he slams himself inside you. You let out a yelp as he jackhammers into your tight pussy. He lets out ‘yeahs’ with each thrust as sweat begins to build up on his forehead. Both his hands are glued to your hips now, bound to leave purple marks. You couldn’t hold yourself up any longer as your upper body collapsed onto the bed, but Rich didn’t even flinch as he continued his powerful pace. It all felt so good. Your eyes began to well up with tears again as you sobbed into the duvet covers of the bed, gripping the sheets. 

Rich sees this and begins to slow down his pace in a painful and teasing way, “Why are you crying now, meu amor?” He cooed, pulling you up to his chest by your hair. 

“I love it, i love it, you feel so good,” you blabber on and on as drool seeps down your mouth. Rich sticks his thumb inside your mouth and watches as you embrace it with your tongue. He growls and pushes your head into the bed as he goes even faster, letting out grunts and groans. You began to shake uncontrollably as you let go, feeling euphoric. Rich whimpers as he emptied himself inside of you. He rolls off you and you both stay like that, trying to regain energy. 

“Was that enough attention for you?” Rich asks lovingly with a hint of mockery.

I love when Richarlison

[segredosjogados]

From time

Story: You (y/n) and Richarlison are starting a thing but a message may tear this beginning down. // I didn’t intend to make a part 2 but it got too long. // it involves Drake and Pierre Gasly because 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️

+16 / cursing

Ps: I wrote this directly on the Tumblr app!! Not revised at all. English is not my first language. Feedback is appreciated.

🫶🏾✨🫀 welcome to my wicked mind ✳️✏️📯

You were taking a nap with Richarlison when his phone beeped a message. Then two messages. You’re a light sleeper so it bothered you. You reached out to the phone and saw two messages by someone named Juliana. You smoothly placed the phone in front of his face to get his ID and the phone unlocked.

You opened the messages and there she was: a semi nude picture and the “what time you’re arriving tonight?” text. You gulped and felt tears dwell on your eyes but took a deep breath. Richarlison was sleeping heavily because it was a quick nap time after he came back from training.

You got up from the sofa and made your way to the bedroom on the first floor. The tears involuntary started streaming down your face. “I can’t believe he’s still talking to that bitch” you mouthed to yourself while packing your things the way you could and as quick as possible. By the time Richarlison woke up, you were gone.

You managed to book a hotel room for the night before taking the train from London to Paris. It’d be impossible to book a flight and everything was just wrong: you managed to find two days off from work to go to London to spend some quality time with your boyfriend. Ok, you weren’t official, like real official. But everyone knew about you, you had met his friends and even was known by other Tottenham WAGs*.

The thing was you worked with Formula 1 and tried to find peace spaces within the hectic schedule to be with Richarlison, but clearly he didn’t think of you dearly because that message? The semi nude from another chick? All the time he reassured that he was only with you. Come on.

You tried to rationalize the feelings but listening to the saddest love songs back to Paris wasn’t helping. You messaged your friend Pierre Gasly asking if he were in Paris and he said yes immediately. You explained that your “thing” broke your heart, which made Pierre very mad because he knew how hard you fell for Richarlison.

When you arrived at the hotel in Paris, all you could do was crying your heart out while hugging a pillow, letting out all your insecurities on those tears, letting your mind wonder what was wrong.

“I hate my body, I hate my hair, why I’m not perfect like them?” You whined while sobbing. This moment, a message beeped on your phone. It was Pierre.

- Vamo pra revoada* (Let’s party hard) - he wrote. You laughed. Pierre’s journey with learning Portuguese started exactly with carioca funk and it was a funny one to watch. He called you.

“Ay, you good? So, there’s this party tonight and I’m taking you with me. Go beautiful like always” he said. He didn’t even notice your crying voice. But you managed to confirm that you were going.

Time to recover.

You stood up and opened your suitcase. The music on your airpods was cut again by a call. It was Richarlison. You didn’t answer. Only hours later he realized you were gone? Come the fuck on.

Phone on airplane mode and Drake on the speakers now, you started to get ready. You put on a beautiful brown constructed corset that hugged your boobs tightly with your favorite low rise Levi’s jeans and heels with straps around the jeans. You nailed the make up, with a clean girl aesthetics face but with a lot of bronzer, ombré lips and Dior lipgloss. Everything was on point. You looked at yourself in the mirror realizing that it was difficult to hide de eye bags of crying and tiredness. You decided to snap a lot of selfies and a video lip syncing to Jimmy Cooks by Drake. It was a full photoshoot by yourself. The you posted the video of you lip syncing on Tiktok and a carousel of pictures + the video on Instagram with the caption “Honestly, nevermind”.

A few minutes later, Pierre arrived at the hotel. You didn’t realize the many messages Richarlison had sent you. They were spamming your messages app. A lot of missed Whatsapp calls.

“I couldn’t give a shit” you told yourself knowing very well you cared so much about him that it’d take 5 seconds of his voice to go back to him, no matter the excuse he gave you. But you weren’t just ready to be replaced by the woman he swore he was not talking to anymore. The message she had sent came to your mind and then you remembered you were better than this.

You left your room and met Pierre on the hall. He said nothing when he saw you, stunned by your beauty. You two left for the party.

——-

Back in London, when Richarlison woke up, he thought you were in the kitchen preparing some food, like you always did when you were there.

You weren’t in the kitchen. Nor in the bedroom. You were nowhere to be found and your suitcase and all your things weren’t there either.

He ran downstairs to grab his phone and call you. When he unlocked it, the screen was opened exactly on the message he received from Juliana. The semi nude, the text. He gulped. “Y/N saw it for fucking sure”. He didn’t know whether to ask Juliana what the fuck was going on or to call you and know where you were. He did neither. He called his cousin.

“Bro I’m so sure she saw it, like what the fuck” he said on the phone, rubbing his hand back and forth on his scalp.

“Are you sure she saw it? Like, Y/N was supposed to travel back to Paris today cause she’s gotta go back to…” his cousin answered.

“Nah she saw it. The screen was on the message. How did she unlock my phone? She doesn’t have the code tho” Richarlison started to think properly.

“I don’t know, but bro let it go. You weren’t official anyways” his cousin stated. Richarlison scoffed, pretending to not care.

“Yeah, I’ll call you later” then hung up. He laid on his back on the sofa and messaged Juliana. “We need to talk”.

In a matter of minutes, she was in his house. He was wearing his Nike set of sweatpants and hoodie, hands on his pockets and walking around nervously.

“I knew you were longing for me” she said, approaching him and putting her hands on the back of his neck.

“You cannot text me things like that” he coldly stated. She took a step back, confused. “I’ve…” he paused, going around the kitchen counter to be as far from her as possible. “It’s not right, ok? Not for you, not for me. Just let’s move on separately, ok?”

“Why’s that all of sudden? Cause last week you were on my DMs asking if I were in London…” she told with her finger pointed to his face.

“I’ve met someone. I met her two months ago and we’re getting serious. Look, I know it’s my-“ he was saying but was interrupted.

“You texted me last week” she scoffed.

“I’m sorry, Juliana but-“

“Fuck you, for real” she said and left.

Richarlison took a deep breath and opened a bottle of wine. Who cared if the season was about to start and he had to be in great shape? He wanted to forget everything. Then it was time to call you.

He sent a message first. “Where are you? I’m worried.” You didn’t answer. Phone out of reach. He tried whatsapp calls. Nothing came from you. He knew you saw the picture and the message and as far as he knew you, it would be a big deal.

You weren’t like the other girls that came around. They were about sex, instagram stories, shallow dialogues, controlling him to dismiss the others. You came around and showed him places in London he didn’t know. The Italian restaurant of your first date was one of those. You cooked for him too, played FIFA with him even though you were terrible at it, sang pagode, taught him English through pop music, never made him do things “because you’re rich now”, had the same sense of humor, let him be him, cuddled him, listened to him, understood him… all of that in such a short time.

Where were you?

Hours later, his cousin sent him a message.

“Ay that ain’t your lil girl?” And he sent an instagram link of your post.

He saw the pictures one by one then the video. You were sexy, confident, beautiful. The lips of yours he missed on his. Your curvy body and juicy boobs under those clothes. The sassy attitude he loved on the low. One thing he noticed was the unusual amount of likes. Almost 300,000. And a comment by Drake himself.

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“Drake commented on my fucking post!” You screamed to Pierre. You sent a screenshot to your friend Hannah, who was in Amsterdam, and she video called you right away.

“GIRL!” She screamed on the other side. You were trembling and giggling, your hands sweating and a face in disbelief

Comment: @/champagnepapi: major 🔥👨🏽‍🦯

You couldn’t believe it. Drake noticed you. Suddenly your heartbreak seemed so insignificant. You were that bitch.

Lies.

When you got back to the hotel, you took it all off and started crying again. On your phone, multiple calls from Richarlison laid on your screen. Rubbing your eyes, you felt your phone buzzing again. It was him. You answered it.

“What do you want?” You said, with a raspy voice.

All you heard was Richarlison’s breath on the other side of the phone. And you heard a knock on your hotel door.

To be continued.