neymar imagine for arvella (i'm so sorry this took so long)

"Ney seriously, can you sit down?! It's about to start!" You shout to your boyfriend across the room, who's rushing around trying to make the perfect toffee popcorn for the pair of you. Slumping down next to you, a huge bowl of popcorn in his hands, he smiles at you. "I did that all by myself, not even from the packet." He proudly says, "Are you proud of me?" He asks, his puppy eyes staring at you. "Of course, meu amor, at least I didn't have to do it for you this time." You smile, kissing his soft lips as the background music to the film begins.

Throughout the film, your positions changed, one minute you were snuggled fully in his arms, the next his head was on your lap, your hands through his hair. Finally, your legs were across his lap, his hands securely placed over them. After a while, his hands began to run up and down your bare legs, until the point where they reached the hem of your short sports shorts, he drew small circles on your thigh. This became more and more frequent. You bit your lip and raised your eyebrows looking at him, knowing that he knew it was distracting you. 

A short while after that, you felt him tug you to come and sit on his lap, at first thinking that it was just for comfort, you soon felt his hands running up and down your hips, and his lips attached to your neck. "Ney please, I really like this film." You groan at him. "Ugh, fine." He submits to you. You smirked to yourself as you had an idea, softly rocking your hips on his lap. The response was a huge glare, as well a small grumble from him. 

As you continued to do this, neither of you were really focused on the film anymore. Neymar playfully pushed you off his lap and hovered over you on the sofa. "I thought you really liked this film." He laughs, placing a kiss on your lips, you laugh with him. "Yes, but I like you more," you say, placing a kiss in response. The kissing continues as you feel his hands on your waist, his tongue slipping against your mouth. You sigh contently into his lips, running one hand through his hair.

As things begin to get heated, a noise that isn't the film distracts you. It was the door, and this makes both of you groan with annoyance. "Who did you invite?" You ask accusingly. "The pizza guy.." He laughs, shifting his weight off you and heading to the door to pick up the food. 

jealous marc bartra imagine for anonymous

It was Messi's birthday, and as most people do, he was throwing a large party at his mansion on the beautiful hills of Spain, and of course, he had invited the whole team with plus ones. You were genuinely quite good friends with Antonella, so their luxury home had become open to you quite quickly after you and Marc got together.

Standing in the large mirror in your bedroom, you looked at yourself, clad in a slimming red dress, lace softly across the top of your chest. The heels made your legs look amazing, and you had to admit, you looked pretty good. "Y/N, time to go!" a smiling Marc came into the room, gesturing for you to go, he was dressed in a casual, but formal outfit that fit him perfectly, but he didn't seem to even look you up and down. Shrugging it off, you left.

You both arrived at the party, sharing hugs with your friends, making jokes with Pique and playing a little with both Milan and Thiago, and finally sharing a big happy birthday to Barcelona's leading man. Marc had barely spoken a word since you left the house, he wasn't being affectionate, but you hadn't fought. Maybe he was just distracted, but it was really bothering you so you made a plan in your mind.

Heading over to one of the hottest people you knew, you smiled brightly, red lipstick on your plump lips, heels clicking on the floor. "Ney!" You spoke, hugging him tightly. You could smell the alcohol on his breath already. "Meu amor, you look beautiful, he's a lucky man." He replied, his hand snaking cheekily round your waist, a smirk on that pretty face. "Thanks sweetie, he hasn't really been acting like it though." You admitted, a small pout on your lips. This made Neymar raise his eyebrows, and he leant in slowly, "Well if I were him, I'd be all over you. Especially when you're like this, Y/N." You blushed and giggled at his ways, scanning the room. Bingo. A heated face and glaring green eyes were looking directly your way, and you smirked, flipping your hair over your shoulder and shuffling ever closer to Neymar.

A few minutes passed, and suddenly a firm gripped tugged on your arm, the other hand gently pushing and already stumbling Neymar away from you. Without even turning around, you were being pulled away, and you knew exactly who it was. Ending up in the rather large bathroom, you smiled, your eyelashes batting innocently up at the man with the perfect features. "Oh hey Marc, I didn't know you still needed help to go to the toilet?" You remarked, only watching his face turn angrier.

"Shut up Y/N, you know exactly why you're here." He spoke harshly, pushing you up against the cold tiled wall, you gasped and bit your lip. Placing your hand on his chest, you dragged your finger slowly down his chest, feeling the abs you knew were hidden underneath. "No idea what you're talking about..." You whispered, playing with the hem of his top. Forcing your hands off him, he pinned them against the wall, "Don't think you can just let other men touch you, you're mine, do you hear me?" His voice spoke in your ear, his body pressed against yours, his lips trailing down your neck. You felt a sharp pain on your collarbone, knowing the bruise of a love bite would appear soon. "Finally, you're paying me attention, is this what it takes for you to do this?" You barely speak, your voice caught up in your throat.

"What?" Marc frowns, stepping back and letting you go. "You have barely spoken to me all day. He called me beautiful and you haven't said anything?" You pick up the confidence to say, getting a little annoyed. He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, "Ah, Y/N, I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry." He mumbles, taking our hand. "I'm sorry if sometimes I act like that, it's just, even after all this time, you still make me nervous, you still make me scared to talk to you.." He speaks, smiling shyly at you. "Seriously?" You question, almost lost for words. You pull him towards you and slowly kiss his lip. "Don't be shy, you're my everything." You sigh against his lips.

As the pair of you leave the bathroom, you find a group of men huddled around the door. "That's so gross, we thought you were at least going to fuck." A slurring Neymar says, waving his hands at you and walking away. As you burst out laughing, you know that there is no place you'd rather be.

so now that's all done, our ask box is practically empty, so if you want a one shot or want to give us a prompt or whatever please do!

david luiz imagine part 2 - for daviddayluiz

It had been a day or two since your last encounter with the curly haired guy you'd fallen for had left you. There were never any texts between you, which made you miss him even more, only short calls that quickly got deleted. You knew Sara was possessive, then again who wouldn't be, and David knew himself that the sudden disappearing and odd phone calls were starting to make her suspicious. 

Tonight though, David and a few of his new team plus a regular few from the national team were gathering at his for a drink or ten. It was something most of the players enjoyed doing before the big seasons started, time to enjoy themselves, although not too much considering training was becoming very intense. You had been invited, as a friend, everyone knew that part of your relationship and you got on well with most of the players that David did. 

Throwing on a tight cocktail dress to hug your generally tall and beautiful figure, you sighed, only wishing that you could show up as his girlfriend, his one and only, instead of Sara. Grabbing your jacket and a nice bottle of wine to bring, you left your apartment.

bernard ft. david imagine - for tony-banner

It was the last night the boys would have together before everyone split there different ways, and although you were happy to finally be moving back to Ukraine for Bernard, you were desperately going to miss the other members of the team. You had made good friends with everyone, especially David. His fun-loving nature really made you two get along and he always was making you laugh. 

The party was at the high, everyone had been drinking a little and having fun, but you were driving so you hadn't really had much at all. David approached you, a sneaky but charming look in his eye, "How are you doing this evening, amor?" He slurred at you, hand around your waist. It wasn't anything new to you, he knew you were with Bernard, but tonight he'd had a few more beers than before. "I'm fine, are you okay? A few stumbles there." You replied, putting your hand around his waist, laughing at his manners. 

Suddenly another large hand took the other side of your waist, it was your boyfriend and his grip was ridiculously protective. "Hey baby, what's up with you?" you speak softly into his ear, his eyes not looking as happy as you would like them too. "Can we go now?" He spoke bluntly, pulling you almost harshly away from David.

"Why?" You said, starting to get a little annoyed at his blunt and possessive attitude. "Because I don't like that whole situation." He quickly replied, his jaw clenched and looking a little too meanly over at David. "Wow, really, we're just friends! You know that!" You protested, shrugging your shoulders. He looked at you and sighed, "I know, but you're mine Y/N and I don't want anyone touching you like that, or being around you like that."

"I know, but I can have friends, my love, just don't forget that you make me happiest and I love you." You replied, running a hand softly down his tense face. He smiled and nodded, pulling you in for a warm hug. "You're cute when you're jealous." You finally whispered into his ear.

oscar imagine - for thiago-emboaba-jr

neymar imagine - requested by anonymous

You had been sitting in the perfectly tiled bathroom for about fifteen minutes, your soft sobs were echoing off the wall, the tears streaming one by one down your rosy cheeks. Two pregnancy tests were sat in the sink, one more sat in your shaking hands. You felt sick, all of the tests showed that you were pregnant, it had been a hunch for a while, but this proved it all. This was the beginning of your shining star's career, Neymar was just getting started on his way to becoming a legend, this could ruin it. He already had Davi, someone who had taken to you very well. You swallowed hard as a knock on the door brought you back to reality.

"Y/N, are you okay? You've been in there a while.." you heard Neymar's thick accent speak on the other side of the door. You sniffed, rubbing your eyes, they had become puffy and it was almost going to be impossible to hide from him. Standing up, you were still shaking, but you opened the door. "Y/N...what's wrong?" He spoke, putting his hands on both your shoulders, trying to get his golden eyes to make contact with yours. "Ney.." you tried to speak, but your voice was coarse and broken. "It's okay baby, you can tell me, amor, tell me." He smiled gently, lifting your chin with his hand, you looked up to that perfect face, the one you fell hard in love with.

You took his hand and led him to the sink, gulping hard as you showed him the three tests. "I'm sorry..." You whispered, tears coming into your eyes once again, "I don't expect you to stay.." you then said, as you began to cry once again. He didn't say anything for a while, his face clearly in a huge amount of shock, his eyes were searching for answers and solutions, and after a while he nodded to himself.

"I'm not going to leave you, Y/N, you mean the world to me. Of course, this might change a few things, but this is our baby now. We'll get through it together." He finally said, embracing your little frame in his muscular arms. "I love you so much. And this little guy." Neymar then mumbled into your hair, kissing the top of your head. You chuckled lightly, "Or girl." you then replied, happy and content that this was your little family and nothing could change that.