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k9iriz · 1 year

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𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞

𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦…𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘴𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵

𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘭

kylian pulled me into a guest room eagerly but not quietly as i resisted so hard, struggling and making a scene all the way upstairs, but no one noticed.

well i “kinda” got mad on the way over here and took it all out on him.

“get off of me—” i almost cursed before he slammed me against the door, his hand wrapping around my neck.

we found a random guest room in messi’s house where the whole date night was planned, i simply didn’t wanna go.

plus when i was picking him up from practice, he was smiling and giggling with somebody, a female at that.

him just brushing it off after he put his number in her phone, and didn’t speak to me until we got to the house.

caused me to flip.

he hugged me in front of her, dodging my kiss, but “it wasn’t his intention” he says.

pfft.

“you’re just making this even worse on yourself. shut up.” kylian demanded, he looked so fine in his dressed up attire, and not to mention his hair was dyed recently blonde.

i bit my lip, shutting my mouth as said before he threw me on the guest bed, note i had on a nice see through black outfit, corset curvy bodysuit, exposing all the curves and body marks.

kylian stalked towards me as he took his suit jacket off, soonly unbuttoning his white shirt a bit, turned me the hell on.

and his hands? god.

“come here y/n.” kylian demanded, done with my games.

“no, we’re not doing this shit right now!” i cursed as kylian grabbed me, pulling me down towards the edge of the bed, earning a yelp from me.

“you’re so fucking disobedient.” kylian roughly mumbled before stripping me roughly of my clothes, leaving me naked, but with his white button down shirt.

my legs hopped around his arms well, leaving him in towering over me as our breaths hitched over one another, our noses nearly touching.

i got wetter by the second. “watch me. and you take your eyes off of me, you’re not gonna cum.” kylian grunted as my walls clenched around him, smoothly sliding into me with ease, earning a gasp from me.

i felt my walls get together around him, making him groan before the sounds of my wetness filled the room along with the skin clapping as my moans grew louder.

“fucking slut, wearing this outfit, trying to get somebodies attention?” kylian roughly degraded me just only for me to hear.

my eyes never left the scene underneath me, making me cry and plead, the moans growing louder.

“k-kyliannn!” i whimpered as my eyes rolled back, making kylian shift, pinning my legs back, making my thighs touch the mattress.

i was a moaning mess.

“o-oh my f-fucking goddd!” i dragged out in tears as my eyes rolled back, making kylian wrap his hand around my neck, just staring down at all my love faces.

meanwhile i was going fucking crazy.

“it was just “fuck me” 10 minutes ago, but when im fucking you, it’s all moans and screams, amor.” kylian talked to me as i felt myself traveling through a orgasm.

kylian pushed all of himself in as i screamed. a toe curling scream. “d-daddy!”

he was so girthy and thick, it felt like i was being filled up to a point to where i was levitating at the pleasure i was getting, feeling stuffed.

i pushed my hand hard as i could against his abs as tears ran down my face, causing him to slap my hand away, dribbling spit on his dick as his strokes got rougher, abusing my spot.

“shut the fuck up & take it, slut.” kylian growled under his breath. my hands gripped the sheets as i felt him in my stomach, noticing his print through it.

kylian held my ankles open as he smirked mentally, at how submissive i was.

“p-please slow down baby…” i cried, feeling my legs shake for the third time, feeling as if i was gonna just squirt.

“say sorry. you got it amour, don’t cum yet.” kylian’s finger ram across my clit so effortlessly, causing me to squirm.

“i-im sorry.” i moaned out as my grip got tighter on the sheets.

“for what?”

“f-for earlier.” i whimpered. “you don’t need to worry about her, who do i fuck and come home to every night hm?” kylian asked, slowing down.

“m-me.” i stared up at me as he stared at me back, this intimacy felt so good within the moment.

“im all yours, amour. don’t ever fucking forget that.” as i felt the tightest knot in my stomach, tears streaming down my face.

“im gonna c-cum!” i cried out, as kylian towered me again, as our hands came in clutch, staring down at me as he talked me through my orgasm.

“go ahead, cum for me. stare at me when you cum too. so fucking gorgeous.” kylian said as my eyes began to roll back, i wasn’t even gonna be able to walk after this.

i let out a scream as i clenched around him, causing him to groan out, before sitting up quickly, pulling out straight on your pussy, feeling himself cum a little quicker than usual. “ah putain! merde y/n.” kylian shouted.

heavy breathing filled the room as he rubbed in the cum with his still swollen tip, before he gripped the back of my thighs, feeling his wet tongue glide across my clit.

i moaned loudly as i caressed his head, staring down at him just eating my soul out.

he lapped up every single drop i had left, feeling my legs buckle and tense up as he lifted himself, kissing my lips, combining his cum & my juices on his lips…

lord have mercy…

“my legs hurt babe.” i whined as i sat up, as he helped me get dressed, me helping him button his shirt up.

“ill help you walk back downstairs…hope they didn’t hear us.” kylian prayed, before a knock on the door was heard, making us jump lightly.

“the walls are thin! don’t think we didn’t hear you!” messi and his wife shouted from the door, earning a laugh from us.

that’s kinda embarrassing, but it did fill my love for public sex.

short drabble or wtv, cleaning and finishing drafts! jude is next guys!

love u guys. ❤️

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7kylian · 6 months

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#kylian mbappe #mbappe #blond kyky night

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kiwisluv · 11 months

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My favorite genre: blonde footballers

#mason mount #phil foden #kylian mbappe #gio reyna #blonde #the only men valid in bleaching their hair

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swaggypsyduck · 1 year

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Bestie WHAT IS THAT BLONDE HAIR WHAT IS THAT ?????? RAMOS BLONDE HAIR ERA?? (x)

Looks like a katkout (chick) 🐣

this is gonna be unpopular but i rlly liked the blonde. especially when it grew out a bit 🫣.

he's the cutest katkout!! 3aziz 3aliya bzaf🥰

#sergio ramos #i love the blonde eras of footballers #kylians was so 😩😩#messi too!!

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plethodontidae · 1 year

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images that made me fall to the floor in pure agony because . look at him

#footy #KYLIAN 😭😭😭💔💔💔#l’amour de ma vie MON DIEU #the first pic is my icon for a reason #i need the blonde back sauurrr bad

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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ATTENTION WHORE!

starring: neymar x female!reader

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

extra note: none. have a nice day xx

song suggestion: copycat by billie eilish

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'How would you know anyway?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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httpsdana · 11 months

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Can you write an angst about y/n being jealous of kylian's best girlfriend?

kylian and his best girlfriend's extreme intimacy may have made y/n suspicious, they might get into a fight when she tells kylian that.

You can choose the final part (break up or make up)

The One~Kylian Mbappe

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

my first Kylian imagine took a lot of likes so I thought id write another one cuz why not

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

Jules -> Kylian's best friend

Was it jealousy? Insecurity? Bitterness?

y/n didn't quite know her feelings towards Kylian and his best friend's, who was a girl, relationship. There was something between them that y/n couldn't quite point out.

She always tried to shake off the feeling she gets when seeing them together, but sometimes it got out of hand. They were best friends since childhood, and she didn't to ruin that because of the stupid feeling in her gut.

y/n could never hate Jules. She was amazing. A literal angel. She was always so sweet with y/n. That made it hard for y/n. How could she hate such an angel?

What made things worse was that y/n and Kylian had a private relationship. He wasn't able to take her out on proper dates, or on events that he was invited to. He was never able to show her off to the world. She was never able to shine on the red carpet next to Kylian. But Jules was.

Jules was Kylian's date to every place he went to. Every party, every ceremony, every event. y/n was always trying to get used to it, but she never could. How could she get used to seeing her boyfriend in the arms of another girl. A girl who she thought was perfect. Blonde hair, blue eyes, long legs, perfect body. She was a perfect girl for people like Kylian. People who have an amazing reputation that they have to maintain. This reputation would be ruined if the world knew who he was really dating.

y/n glanced at Kylian, who was getting ready for an event. He was receiving an award tonight, and she was super proud of him. Except she wouldn't be the one to show that to the world, but Jules

"you look so handsome Ky" she said from her seat, making Kylian smile at her through the mirror

"Merci mon amour" he said with a small smile

He was about to tell her something, when his phone rang. He glanced at it, smiling when he saw Jules' name.

"its Jules. I think she's ready. I have to go pick her up" he let out a sigh. y/n's smile faded at the mention of Jules. She thought she was ready to mention her discomfort in his friendship with Jules

"I think we should talk when you come back" she said in a low voice. Kylian who was sitting at the end of the Ned tying his shoes, looked up at her with a confused look

"everything okay baby?" he asked, sensing her sadness, even if she tried masking it with a smile

"we'll talk when you're back. don't worry. busy enjoy your night. I'm so proud of you Kyky" she wrapped her arms around his neck. He hugged her back burying his head in her neck

"I will mon amour. And thank you for being there for me at every step of my career. I wouldn't have done it without you baby" he said into her neck.

y/n was feeling guilty now for ever doubting Kylian's feelings towards her. So she smiled him and kissed his lips lightly

"go now. Jules must be waiting for you" she said ,with a fake smile. Kylian smiled and pecked her lips a few times before walking out of the room

y/n let out a sigh and flopped down on the bed.

Maybe she was just overthinking everything? Maybe she was just jealous that Jules gets to go out with him and not because she likes him but because she's his best friend?

These thoughts kept running through her head for almost an hour, until she started receiving a lot of notifications from Twitter.

She knew the event must have started, because she followed accounts that posted videos and photos of the guests there. So she opened her phone. And she wish she didn't

She was met with a video of Kylian and Jules exiting the car they arrived in. Kylian got out first and held his hand out for Jules, something he always did for her. Once they were out, they walked to the red carpet where they were supposed the pose and take pictures, hand in hand. Kylian had his arm around her waist, while she leaned closer to him, her hand on his chest, kissing his cheek while whispering something in his ear. Kylian laughed before they posed for a few more pictures and walked inside.

y/n felt her heart in her stomach. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and turned off her phone. She got lost in her own thoughts, which was the worse place for an overthinker like her to be at.

he seems happy with Jules

he never smiled that widely when he was around her

his laugh seemed genuine

does he still love her?

he's known Jules his whole life, he might have fallen for her before but never realized until now

why would he be with a girl he has only known for a few years when he can be with girl he's known since diapers?

y/n didn't realize she was crying until one tear ran down her cheek. She wiped it away for other tears to start crawling down her cheeks. She stopped trying to wipe her tears and just laid in bed, crying until she fell asleep before Kylian even came home.

Next Morning

y/n woke up with a headache, while Kylian was laying next to her. She decided to address her opinion about his friendship with Jules, so she woke him up.

"bonjour mon amour. I arrived late last night and didn't want to wake you up" his voice was deep and hoarse, while he rubbed his eyes and sat up

"Kyky I need to ask you something" she said in a low voice

"anything" he said, getting a bit worried about her

"is there...is there like something between you and Jules?" she asked, a bit afraid of his reaction

"w-what do you mean?" he asked, chuckling nervously.

That didn't help in the uneasiness y/n was feeling

"like, do you like her or something? she seems so into you and you guys are close, always going out together and taking pictures and hugging each other. its annoying to see her treat you like her boyfriend when I exist and she knows it" y/n confessed, feeling the weight shift off her shoulders, until she was met with an angry expression from Kylian

"you think I'm cheating on you y/n? for gods sake Jules and I have been best friends since forever and if I wanted to date her I would've done that ages ago before I even met you. why are you jealous of her? jealousy makes relationships toxic y/n" he said in an angry tone

y/n closed her eyes to keep the tears inside, but they fell down her cheeks anyways

"you don't understand Kylian" she whispered, shaking her head and avoiding his eyes

"then make me understand y/n. or else we'll have to break up if you're gonna stay jealous of my best friend" he said, emphasizing the 'best friend'

"she makes me insecure Ky. she gets to go out with you and show you off when you aren't even hers. She makes me doubt myself, making me wonder why you're with me when you could be with someone like her. a model with an amazing personality, body, face, literally everything. she's perfect. something I am not. so if you want to be with her, then its fine. but don't lie to me and tell me you love me when you want her" she breathed out, while Kylian was looking at her with sad eyes, feeling dumb for not seeing and noticing the way she was feeling

"y/n, amour, me and Jules are just friends. I don't want her, I want and have you. If I liked her, trust me, I would be with her. But I want you. I need you y/n. you're everything my life revolves around. I can't breathe when you're not near. I can't wait to see you again when I'm away. you mean so much to me baby and it hurts for me to realize that you don't know that you're the one for me. the only one I need and will ever need in my whole life" he cupped her cheek in his hand, never letting the contact between their eyes break

Tears were still streaming down y/n's face, but this time they were tears of joy. She realized that Kylian actually loves her. not Jules, not anyone, but her. She smiled at him, feeling the relief engluf her.

"I love you Kyky" she mumbled, while Kylian wiped her tears with his thumb

"I love you more mon ange. how about some pancakes to make you feel better?" he suggested, making the smile on y/n's face widen

"that would be great"

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multifandomfanfic · 11 months

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you should totally do a messi x daughter fanfic. One where she is in a relationship with Kylian Mbappe’s brother, Ethan Mbappe.

I love you writing btw. it’s awesome. Keep the good work!

A/N: So about this request--seeing as Ethan Mbappe is underage, I'm uncomfortable writing something for him. I'll do the fic with Kylian Mbappe instead, but I'm sorry, I won't do Ethan seeing as he's 16 and barely even legal in France.

I also combined it with this request: "will u make a fan fiction about Messi x daughter in which the daughter is an actress and they all go to a, premiere or an award show where she is nominated (and she wins), with her. Also an after party part will be good!"

Face claim for most photos: Haley Lu Richardson

Messi x daughter!actress!reader (also Mbappe x reader)

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celebritygossip: The first photo was posted on @yourusername;s story yesterday morning. The second one was posted by @k.mbappe just hours afterwards. Coincidence? We think not.

user487: i'm not sold at all but i'm glad it's not (possibly) neymar. i was not for the whole age-gap, dad's best friend thing.

fanaccount2: Totally agree. user008: me three, but we really shouldn't have any opinions on who y/n dates. we don't know her. fanaccount3: no one asked you to act all high and mighty.

user918: Y/N could have any man in the world and she choses someone who looks like a teenage mutant ninja turtle.

fanaccount4: She said we'll find out eventually, maybe this is it??

user773: i don't think she meant some random gossip account 'connecting the dots.' we still have to wait

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yourusername: "Figures and Strangers" has officially ended production. I would like to thank everyone who I've worked with on this project; you have made every moment of this past year special, and I will remember our time together for the rest of my life.

"Figures and Strangers" is about family, love, and perseverance in the midst of hard times. While I may not have had hard times, the other themes of this movie pertained to my life when I auditioned:

Without my family's unwavering support and direction, I would not be where I am today; seriously, without my father, I wouldn't have been tipped off about Spielberg shooting his first film in Paris, and I would not be typing this today.

A year ago, I had gone on one date with the man I now call my love. Since that day, he has been with me through thick and thin: from nights spent crying over hard-to-memorize lines, to entire weeks when I was hardly home. He saw me through my highs in lows, through enjoying life then doubting every choice I've ever made. Honestly, I believe he's more love and understanding than man. I would have never known the man my father introduced me to would be such a blessing, but I am so glad to call him mine.

And, finally, perseverance: when I heard about this movie, I was still struggling with the notion that all I would ever be was my dad's child. I love my dad with all my heart and all my soul, but seeing myself called "Lionel Messi's daughter" instead of "Y/N Messi" in headlines about my own accomplishments damaged my self-esteem (not to mention all the "nepo baby" comments--yes, I read all of those). Yet, all of this motivated me to work even harder and persevere, as my character in "Figures and Strangers" does. I am glad to say that I am happy with where I stand right now, and I have made myself proud.

Anyways, to wrap this up, I'll quote the ever so wise Winnie the Pooh by saying how lucky I am having something that makes saying goodbye so hard. I am eternally grateful for everything that has happened in the past year because of "Figures and Strangers," and how it has transformed me as a person.

Thank you all again, and I'll see you in the movies.

~ Y/N Messi

leomessi: También nos has hecho sentir orgullosas, Y/N. (translated from Spanish: "You have also made us proud, Y/N.")

yourusername: muchas gracias, papá. te amo más de lo que sabes. ("thank you very much, dad. i love you more than you know.") comment liked by leomessi and antonellaroccuzzo

zoeisabellakravitz: Best Actress nom when

evanpetes: can't wait to see it!

psg: All of us are so happy for you!

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masonmount: seriously, y/n, congrats on everything. you deserve all the awards.

yourusername: ❤️❤️❤️ fanaccount5: guys???

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yourusername: thank you mom 🥺🥺

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leomessi: (translated from Spanish) I couldn't be more proud of my daughter tonight. I remember the little plays you used to put on with your cousins and brothers, and today I watched you walk across the Oscars' stage to accept the Best Actress award. All of your hard work and dedication has paid off, and you've truly made a name for yourself. Congratulations on everything you've done and will accomplish in the future. I love you very much.

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yourusername: i'm going to cry dad! i love you too!

antonelaroccuzzo: We're both thrilled for you, Y/N. You've exceeded our expectations and turned into an incredible young woman.

yourusername: thanks mom!

k.mbappe: proud to call you mine💕

comment liked by yourusername leomessi: Take care of her!

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yourusername: can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you

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k.mbappe: mon amour ❤️

leomessi: The best daughter and son-in-law a man could ask for.

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p8dri · 1 year

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ｂｌｏｎｄ, kylian mbappé

summary — breaking up with somebody you know you’ll always love, no matter what, is hard, but what’s worse is the memories that come with the breakup. only question is, are you able to rekindle what you once had? ( wc — 3.2k )

genre. sad? angst & fluff ig ! parings. mbappé x fem!reader ! tropes. breakup & makeup, flashback blond!kylian ! warnings. cursing, google translated french ! a/n was listening to frank ocean and decided to write this, requests are open, enjoy <3 PLAY MUSIC

AUGUST 28TH 2022 — LET GO. the breakup

going through life, you forever questioned the “ what if? ” such a small question can pack such a great punch. nothing is ever for sure, sooner or later all things come to their untimely end.

what does it mean, though?

what if?

there is no specific meaning, the question can be used in so many different situations, for so many different purposes and intents.

but standing in front of the man you love, you were sure that your ‘what if’ question held a punch able to knock the wind out of somebody.

“ what if we.. went on a break? ”

kylian mbappé, football superstar, the kid with the world at his feet. that same french hero, your boyfriend.

the problem with a boy practically carrying a countries football legacy on his shoulders is that it becomes his main focus. there’s no time for a relationship when you’re so occupied with striving to win your country another world cup.

breaking up with kylian was something you so deeply dreaded, because it’s undeniable that you still love him. but right now, kylian’s love was in the game, not you.

“ [Y/N], de quoi parles-tu? une pause? i don’t understand. ” ( what are you talking about? a break? )

hearing kylian stumble over his words only managed to break your heart even more. standing in front of the one person you loved, looking him straight in the eyes and telling him that you wanted time away from him hurt you more than anything you’ve ever experienced.

while you were doing this for yourself, you were also doing it for kylian. you would never want to make him feel bad or be a shitty girlfriend due to the way you would act with him during those few moments you had with him, the only reason for your foul mood knowing that the two of you would go maybe a week without talking again.

kylian hadn’t noticed how he was making you feel, and you understood. this upcoming world cup was huge for him and he needed his head in the game, solely on the game. your breakup would hurt him, sure, it was inevitable, considering he loved you just as much as you loved him, but he’d find a way to push through it. he was strong like that and that’s what you admired the most about him.

“ i mean we should take some time away from each other. ”

“ you’re breaking up with me. ” putting it like that made you feel even more like shit as you kissed your teeth, your frown bringing down almost every feature on your face. “ why, mon amour? have i done something? ” ( my love )

“ no kylian, of course not. ” you lied, your heart aching as you looked at the man in front of you, “ it’s just you’re busy, i’m busy, we barley see each other, i think this would be best. ”

furrowing his brows, kylian replied, “ is that why? [Y/N] i can make time for you, we don’t have to break up over it. ”

knowing kylian for so long, you knew he wouldn’t get it. which is why you knew breaking up with him would most likely make you look like an unreasonable bitch to him, but you had to go through with it. still, you hoped the two of you would be able to come together again maybe after the world cup when he wasn’t so distracted and distant.

“ kylian, it’s not that. we just need time away from each other. ”

letting out a scoff, kylian looked down at you unsure of whether or not you were being serious, you breaking up with him seemed so sudden and out of nowhere. looking down with a questioning look that spoke ‘are you serious?’ you nodded, your lip quivering and waterlines becoming evidently wet.

clenching his jaw, he nodded his head a few times all while staring at you and your hurt expression, but kylian just didn’t understand. you were obviously hurt by deciding to break up with him, so why were you doing it? had he done something terribly wrong that he hadn’t realized? why?

with puckered lips and a tight jaw, kylian turned around , grabbing his car keys and slamming the front door shut, all without a glance behind him. which was beneficial, because he wasn’t there to see you completely fall apart.

DECEMBER 4TH 2018 — THIS LOVE. before

“ blond, vraiment? ” ( blond, really? )

“ oui, je pense que j'aurais l'air bien, non? ” ( yes, I think I would look good, right? )

teasingly, you stepped back from the bathroom counter and looked from behind kylian’s large stature, giving him a once over through the mirror in front of the two of you, as if you were genuinely deciding whether or not he would look good. of course you knew no matter what color he made his hair he would continue to be overly attractive, but bruising his ego a little wasn’t out of the jurisdiction.

kylian put his hand on his bare chest as if he had been offended, his mouth slightly agape, causing you to giggle from behind him, your hands clutching on to his strong forearm while watching his reaction in the mirror.

in a second, kylian had turned around, grabbed you by your biceps and picked you up, causing a squeal to leave your throat as he turned you back towards the counter and sat you on it, the cold marble material meeting your bare thighs.

the two of you had woken up not even twenty minutes ago, kylian in boxers and you a nice lingerie set, immediately heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth when kylian had suddenly decided that he wanted to go blond.

sat on the counter, you were finally level with kylian, not having to break your neck to look up at him and finally being eye to eye with him.

“ bien sûr, tu aurais l'air bien, bébé. ” ( of course you’d look good, baby ) you giggled, putting your cold hands on his warm cheeks and pulling him in for a little kiss before pulling back and observing his hair, “ i still have leftover dye from that time neymar tried to bleach his hair here, we could use that? ”

with a nod kylian replied, “ where is it? ” a little shocked, your eyes widened, talk about an impulsive decision.

“ you want to dye it right now? ” again, kylian gave a small nod in response, “ alright, move. ”

kylian took a step back away from the counter, giving you enough room to jump off of it and crouch to be level with the sink cabinet. opening it up, you were met with little toiletries here and there. spotting the leftover box of hair dye, you grabbed it, placing it on the counter above your head along with a tiny hair dying mixing bowl, a brush, and gloves.

standing up and shutting the cabinet doors with your foot, you turned around to look at kylian who had a huge grin on his face. “ you’re sure you want to do this? ”

immediately kylian nodded and walked past you to sit down on the closed toilet seat, grabbing his phone from the sink counter beside him and diluting his attention to his instagram feed, relying on you to begin dyeing his hair and do a good job of it.

you’d only dyed hair once or twice, both times being neymar’s as you and kylian were close friends with him, still you were scared, you didn’t want to fuck it up so bad that kylian went bald or something.

still you put on the transparent gloves, removed the dye from its box and followed the directions on the side until you were met with the correct consistency.

kylian sat completely still as you used the brush to apply the dye to his dark hair, his focus still on his phone.

“ it kinda burns. ” he muttered, his face pouting a bit.

“ deal with it. ” you giggled, causing kylian to roll his eyes and smile.

“ feel the water, is it too hot? ”

placing his hand underneath the stream of water coming from the shower spout, kylian shook his head ‘no’ before getting on his knees and placing his head underneath the running water, clenching his eyes shut to avoid any of the toxic substance getting in them. behind him you ran your hands through his hair under the water, attempting to get the majority of the leftover dye out.

after a few minutes, with the water being completely clear, you felt you had gotten it all out as you turned off the water and grabbed the towel from beside you, running it over kylians hair as he stayed kneeled over the tub. once satisfied, you kept towel laying on his head and ushered him up, which he instantly did, groaning at the slight ache in his knees.

with a roll of your eyes and a small smile, you grabbed his biceps and led him to the bathroom mirror, where he was met with the reflection of him and you and the towel covering his new hair.

“ ready.. ” a simple shake of the head was the only answer you needed as you got on your tippy toes and removed the towel from his head in one slick motion, reveling his new hair.

“ it’s not blond blond, more white, but i like it. ” you spoke with a smile, admiring your boyfriend in the mirror.

kylian was in total shock. he’d never really done anything to his hair, always kept it that dark brown, but looking himself now, he fell in love. which sounded very egotistical on the outside, but still.

turning to his left and averting his vision down to you, who was still admiring him in the mirror, he grabbed your cheeks and pulled you into a kiss once again, his eyes closed shut in absolute adore. this one longer and more fierce than the one you had shared earlier.

pulling back a bit, he spoke, “ i love it and i love you. ”

with a giggle you looked up into his eyes and, unavoidably, at his new hair, a large smile spreading across your face as he pulled you in for another kiss.

DECEMBER 20TH 2022 — GODSPEED. after

it has been roughly four months since you had broken up with kylian, since then, no contact has passed between the two of you. lately, you have just been watching his life unfold on instagram.

the world cup had just ended two days ago, the final being france vs argentina and unfortunately, argentina were the ones to take the trophy and glory home.

you had watched every world cup game that france played, just being able to see kylian do what he loved sending a saddening yet proud warmth throughout your body.

watching france loose was what destroyed you, knowing that kylian had put so much of his time and hard work to try and win it for his county and having failed, broke your heart.

of course, kylian hadn’t cried, but kept that same monotone face, displaying how disappointed he was in himself. with three goals in the final, kylian had one the golden boot, the whole little ‘award ceremony’ he didn’t break a smile once.

what made it worse was that his birthday was only two days away, currently today. not only had he lost the most important thing in his football career only two days prior, but he’d also lost the most important person in his life only four months prior.

the striker certainly didn’t feel as if anything was going in his favor as he sat at a fancy restaurant table with some of his french teammates and family as they sung ‘happy birthday.’

“ joyeux anniversaire à vous! ” ( happy birthday to you! ) cameras from almost all angles got the shot of kylian blowing out his 24 birthday candles.

even as people cheered and clapped, kylian couldn’t feel happy. he wished you were there with him, helping him blow out the candles like you did every year, your head leaning on his shoulder as you told him how proud you were of him and that you loved him.

the vibration from his back pocket immediately made him grab the device and open the screen to his notifications, only to be met with utter disappointment. he had wished you would say happy birthday, but he also knew that you didn’t have to, that you had no right to.

kylian had come to the realization of how poorly he was treating you, but unfortunately too late. by then you two had been well been broken up for over a month and he felt like such a prick for making you feel so unimportant and belittled, he felt even more like shit due to the fact he hadn’t realized sooner.

that’s why he hadn’t attempted to reach out as well, he felt as if he didn’t deserve you, but that didn’t make him love you any less.

scrolling through his messages, he saved a photo sent from antoine griezmann of him blowing out his candles and posted it to his instagram, but not before noticing all the kind messages fans had sent him, managing for him to express a small smile.

after titling the post, “ 24 🎉🎂 merci à tous pour vos messages. 🥰 ” ( thanks everyone for your messages. ) he placed his phone on do not disturb and shut the device off, placing it on the table with the screen facing the fancy cloth as he at least tried to enjoy his birthday.

as you scrolled through your instagram, laying in bed with nothing to do with it being so late, you refreshed your feed, only to be met with kylian’s birthday post.

a frown was immediately etched on your face as you read the caption and examined the picture, his expression, outfit, the cake, anything and everything. which only caused you to reminisce the times you had spent with kylian on his birthday, your heart aching in your chest.

without a single thought, you exited the instagram app and opened messages, heading to kylian’s contact which was still pinned, your last conversation still available, a little exchange of “love you’s.” with that, you wrote out a message.

[22.34] y/n <3: happy birthday, kylian. i know it’s been a while since we’ve talked, but i hope you’re doing well and i hope you experience 24 with great laughs and endless smiles. i will always love you, there’s no changing that. i wish you all the best in life, any obstacles that come your way — you’ll beat, because that’s how you are. still, ill always be there for you.

with your thumb hovering over the blue send button, you hesitated. rereading the message over and over again, analyzing every sentence and determining whether or not it was too ‘extra’ or crossing a line. deciding to just fuck it, you sent the message, turning off your phone and throwing it on the pillow beside you as you let out a long breath. everything you had wrote was from a place of vulnerability and you hoped kylian saw it as nothing more than honesty and true feelings, other than a lame way to reach out after you had broken up, even though it kinda felt like it was.

after a not so eventful birthday party, kylian twisted the keys to his apartment and opened his door, only to be met with the cold temperature and dark room in front of him.

in that moment all he could think about was the way you would jump into his arms the second he opened the door after every single practice. he missed you, everything about you. your smell, your jokes, your laughs, your simple presence.

sighing, he walked into the hall, closed the door behind him and locked it. heading to the living room of his apartment, he threw his keys on the couch and sat down beside them, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as the windows on his right brought in a breeze and a beautiful view of the center of paris. the sounds of cars and people walking down the street sounded throughout his flat.

the specialized ringtone he had specifically set for you is what caused him to jump up and open his phone, clicking on the notification from you and reading the message.

his heart broke.

reading the message several times and processing the words differently and better each time, he didn’t know how to reply, or if he even had the right to.

he could practically sense your pain through the words on his screen and replying back with a smile ‘thank you’ didn’t feel right, or yet enough.

so, he did something irrational. he grabbed his keys, left his apartment, caught a cab and told the only address he could think of, yours.

you were still in bed, attempting to fall asleep in nothing but the darkness surrounding you when a knock sounded at your apartment door.

a groan left your lips as you sat up and tiredly slung your legs over the side of the mattress. only wearing a pair of a matching tank top and short pajama shorts, you really hoped it wasn’t someone important as you opened the door.

it took you a few seconds to adjust the hallway lights, but once you opened your eyes, you swore you were dreaming.

“ kylian- ”

before you could even process that your ex boyfriend was standing in front of you, you were brought into his warm embrace as he held you close to his chest.

with your head hovering over his heart, you were able to hear the fast beating as he clung onto you. for a few seconds, you were too surprised to actually hug him back, but soon you melted into his touch and wrapped your arms around him.

after a few minuets of you two just hugging, you realized nothing was going to chnage unless you spoke up, “ kylian. ” you pulled back a little as his arms fell from your body and to his sides, “ why are you here? ”

“ because i love you and i was stupid. ” his words were full of honesty as he looked down at you with the most sincere look you think you’ve ever seen from him, “ i treated you like shit and i was too ignorant to notice and i’m so so sorry [Y/N]. your message, it was my wake up call. i should’ve come here sooner, but i was scared, scared you would hate me. ”

“ i could never hate you. ” your voice was on the edge of a whisper as you looked up at the man you loved.

“ good, because i could never not love you. ” with that, he pulled you in for a kiss and it felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be with the person you were destined to love for the rest of your life. that familiar warmth spreading all the way from your dizzied head to your toes as you stood on them to melt into the kiss more.

you would always love kylian, till the time you die.

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k9iriz · 1 year

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𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯!/𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

(this was requested just like my first ney fic, but it’s gonna be two totally different ones, just with the same title.)

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙜 (😩)

tonight was the night i finally got to go out, after all, i deserved it.

i had on a lace bra, before spraying some perfume on my top part before i fixed my lace panties as i admired my whole appearance, smiling widely at how fine i looked.

sheesh.

“oh damnit…” i mouthed, walking downstairs as i forgot my leggings in the laundry room as i was in a rush.

soon before i hit the bottom, i seen the living room cleaned as kylian had put our daughter down for bed already, making me smile.

he’s been doing so good helping me out due to him having games and practices and being gone half the days or even more.

you just took in how much of a help he’s been, even agreeing to let you go out.

“girl, i don’t know if i can make it out tonight…ive been busy.” i sighed into the phone as our daughter cried louder, rushing to warm her milk in the bottle warmer.

“i hear her crying…all of the girls agreed to go out-” hiba got cut off before i heard the door open, revealing kylian as he immediately took the bottle from you before he grabbed your crying daughter, giving it straight to her.

you sighed in relief as your hair was hardly done, nails weren’t done, you looked stressed and tired, kylian even sees it.

“yeah but, im gonna be stuck with my baby today. im sorry.” i frowned running my hands through my hair, i really would’ve taken that opportunity to go out if i had the chance.

“then my nails and hair isn’t done, nothing is done.” i explained as hiba laughed, making me laugh along with her as she expressed her sadness of me not going out with none of the psg girls like i used to before i got pregnant.

“okay, ill talk to you later.” i smiled as i heard toys clanking, seeing kylian cleaning the messy living room as i sighed, sitting on the couch.

“hi, mon amour.” kylian kissed my forehead as i smiled, kissing him back.

“hey.” i sighed, finally feeling relaxed.

“you know, you can go out tonight. i don’t have practice until next week.” kylian sat next to me, pulling me straight on his lap.

“you sure?” you asked, admiring your fine ass man.

“yeah. and plus, you deserve it amor.” kylian smiled at you as you grabbed his face, kissing him repeatedly, jumping up in excitement as you planned the night, soonly thinking…how am i gonna get pampered in less than 6 hours?

“i just sent you some money, amor.” you heard as he read your mind just like that, i love him.

“baby!” i yelled as kylian walked from the garage, before he paused, just admiring you and your figure.

“oh! you scared me.” i jumped as i walked over to him, just him staring at me.

“is she down for bed?” i asked as i grabbed my leggings out the laundry basket before sliding them on, fixing my silver anklet in the process.

“yes she is…come here for a second.” kylian said, using his pointer finger as i walked over to him with a worried face, thinking my hair was messed up.

“what is it?—is it my hair?” i asked as kylian smiled down at me before his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me in, taking in my scent.

“you look so fucking good, mon amour.” kylian groaned into your neck, as he caressed my ass, making me giggle, feeling his breath hitched across my neck.

“mnm—kylian i have to finish getting dressed!” i squealed as i pulled away, before he pulled on my leggings, trailing me back to the couch, standing between his legs.

“not in these panties.” kylian shook his head as he didn’t get a clear look at your underwear at first, seeing your thong print outside of them.

“kyliannn! i wanna wear these…” i whined as he shook his head, pulling at the hem of them.

“i can see the print outside of these. take them off and change in front of me.” kylian demanded, grabbing some other panties from the laundry basket, handing them to me.

“no!—you can barley see the panty line!” i protested as he texted away on his phone, still not giving up his request.

you were beyond annoyed as he didn’t approve of your outfit, rolling my eyes at my husband before i stormed away, he shot me a glare, slapping my ass in the process.

lord i jumped-

“now, y/n.” kylian looked up at me as his typing stopped, making me huff, rolling my eyes as he watched my every move.

“ugh…i hate you.” i mumbled as i groaned, slowly taking off my panties before i mumbled insults of unfairness under my breath.

this wasn’t fair at all…like?

“and since you have a attitude, let me fix it for you.” kylian pulled you onto his lap, before your phone buzzed, 5 missed messages from hiba, lord knows what you’ve gotten yourself into.

- hiba: where are you??

- hiba: hey, im on the way, all of the girls.

- hiba: and plus we get in free tonight, so be ready or ill come in

- hiba: hello?

10 minutes later…

kylian gripped my ankles as his strokes got slower and slower, hitting my spot as i could do nothing but stare up at him, being lost in all the bliss of pleasure that was coming towards me.

my thighs touched the bed , my legs up near his waist with his hands wrapped around my ankles, keeping me in place as my head hung off the couch.

he didn’t even take me upstairs…

our daughter could really walk out her room and see her parents on the couch…

kylian had a habit of fucking me on everything around the house and it turned him on more than in the bedroom, which irritated me because our child is old enough to come out and see what we could be doing.

“i-it’s in my stomach ky—oh my god…” i faintly whined as tears ran down my face, he was roughly abusing my g-spot, causing me to cum over and over again on his dick.

he really pulled my panties aside and handled his business-

kylian let go of my ankles before he placed his arms besides my head, staring right down at me before gripping my face to look up at him.

“if i say you can’t wear those panties…i ment it.” kylian spoke to you, his accent getting deeper.

“y-yes…” i faintly spoke above a moan as his hand wrapped around my neck as his strokes got a little faster by the time.

“this is all mines. everything on your body is mines. nobody else gets to see it but fucking me, understand?” kylian said, as he slowly talked to me through my orgasm.

“yes baby yes…” i gripped his wrist as my moans got louder and louder, missing that my phone was ringing…

kylian looked over as he mentally smirked, grabbing it before handing to me. “awnser it, amour.” kylian suggested, slowing down his strokes a bit.

before i could catch my breath, i swiped awnser as i kept my forehead in the few of the camera, as he rubbed my clit, causing me to jolt, gripping his wrist again.

“where are you? we’re outside waiting for you!” hiba awnsered in the phone as kylian’s rolled onto mines, causing my eyes to roll back, but soonly stopping myself from moaning out-loud.

ooo i hate him.

“i-i was just finishing getting d-dressed-oh fuck…” i stopped myself as a loud moan came out, slightly making me pull on kylian’s shirt for him to slow down.

“you wanna cum?” kylian mouthed to me, tilting his head as his fingers sped up on my clit. his facial expressions had me wetter by the minute, he was close himself.

“y/n?? you there?” my finger pressed on mute as my phone fell on the floor. i was so focused on the pleasure i didn’t care who was on the phone at that moment.

“baby…” kylian moaned as his head was thrown back, i clenched around him again as i stared up at him, biting my lip.

“cum in me.” i dumbly requested as a load moan erupted from our lips as we both made our messes as hiba was on the other line, brainlessly calling my name.

pregnant…

kylian picked me up as we kissed sloppily, putting me down as i felt myself on wobbly legs.

“my legs hurt.” i whined as i limped to put my panties on.

“you should’ve listened.” kylian smirked before he slapped my ass harshly before walking upstairs to shower, reminding myself hiba was on the phone.

grabbing it as she was still on there, lord.

“are you ready yet? nasties!” hiba laughed as she heard all of that, lord im embarassed.

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lydiamaya · 1 year

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Football inspired major arcana tarot cards ^—^

I had a lot of fun making these and tried my best to fit them with what the cards actually represented.

Explanation on who's what card if you are interested in knowing —

0 – The Fool –> This card represents on the upright- innocence, spontaneity, a free spirit. On reserved it represents‐ holding back, recklessness and risk-taking. All of which I think perfectly describes Jack.

I – The Magician –> On the upright represents- manifestation, resourcefulness, power, inspired action. On reversed- untapped talents. All of these remind me of Hakim and also his nickname is perfect fit for this 😉.

II - The High Priestess –> Basically a well knowledged motherly character who often works in silence. Who other that Luka.

III – The Empress –> A blonde beauty who is holding everything together.

IV – The Emperor –> Authority, establishment, structure, a father figure, dominance. He is Pedri and gavi's dad, enough sqid.

V – The Hierophant –> Spiritual wisdom, religious, freedom, someone who comforts. See Olivier comforting Kylian, and you'll see.

VI – The Lovers –> Love, harmony, relationship, Soulmate.

VII – The Chariot –> Control, willpower, action, success, determination, self-discipline. The soul of the Manchester City team.

VIII – Strength –> Strength, courage, influence, compassion, raw emotion, self-doubt. Strength of the Manchester United team.

IX – The Hermit –> Soul-searching, inner guidance, being alone, isolation. The guiding light of Arsenal.

X – Wheel of Fortune –> Good luck, Karma, destiny, a turning point, breaking cycles.

XI – Justice –> I don't know, Eriksen just fit the vibe.

XII – The Hanged Man –> Letting go, new perspective. Joao to Chelsea saga.

XIII – Death –> Ending, change, transformation, transition, personal transformation. Jude being Dortmund's captain and the transformation of power from older generation to the newer one.

XIV – Temperance –> Balance, patience, purpose, self-healing. These two are perfect balance of old and new in Argentina.

XV – The Devil –> Shadow self, restriction, attachments. He is holding himself a bit in my opinion.

XVI – The Tower –> Sudden change, chaos, revelations, awakening, personal transformation. The departure of Messi and the entire future of Barça being pushed into their hands in a way.

XVII - The Star –> Hope, faith, renewal, purpose, self-trust. He is the hope and future of Dortmund and Germany.

XVIII – The Moon –> I don't Mason just felt right.

XIX – The Sun –> Positivity, fun,warmth, success, inner child, overly optimistic, vitality. This card IS Haaland.

XX – Judgment –> The bringer of Judgment Day against anyone they played.

XIX – The World –> Completion, accomplishment, personal closure, delays. This card is Messi personified.

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kyliansbff · 1 year

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you're my best friend | kylian mbappé

bestfriend to lovers, inspired by the song you are in love by taylor swift.

one look, dark room meant just for you.

when you met kylian it honestly wasn't love at first sight. admiration at first sight. it seemed that all eyes were focused on him. lucky would be the one who left this party with him.

time moved too fast, you play it back. buttons on a coat, light-hearted joke. no proof, not much... but you saw enough.

small talk, he drives. coffee at midnight. the light reflects, the chain on your neck...

you don't notice the moment a hello turns into a cute joke with his french accent or how different the shape of his mouth is when he speaks spanish. the way the loud laugh echoed when he said he'd be able to drive you home and you said "driving? i doubt it..." when you shared the first coffee at midnight. latte.

he says, "look up" and your shoulders brush. no proof, one touch but you felt enough.

when you sat side by side on the stairs and he showed you the sky. asked if you thought you'd end up leaving the party for coffee at midnight. the goofy smile when you say partying isn't your strong point, the shoulders touch.

the months passed. there was no way not to look at him and see comfort. kylian was no longer the guy who took you out for coffee at your first fundraiser, he was the guy you called when things didn't go well at work. the guy you sent huge paragraphs to about how your favorite singer released a new album. the guy who listened to hours and hours of theory about taylor swift songs.

you can hear it in the silence.

you can feel it on the way home.

you can see it with the lights out, lights out.

morning, his place. burnt toast, sunday.

you keep his shirt...he keeps his word.

mornings at his house became routine. go there after work and find him on the couch playing fifa. going to the bedroom and picking up any shirt that was on the bed with his scent on it and sitting in the living room to play with him was also routine. waking up in the morning with the smell of burnt toast, watching him try at all costs to do something in the kitchen other than the food already prepared by the nutritionist.

one day he was napping on the couch, a routine moment. he wakes...strange look on his face, pauses, then says:

you're my best friend

and you knew what it was he is in love. and so are you a thousand times more. in the silence of the living room, in the warmth of the sofa. in one of his psg sweatshirts. with the smell of home.

and for once, you let go of your fears and your ghosts... one step, not much but it said enough.

the first kiss didn't happen on the couch, it happened in the middle of the street. close to the 24-hour coffee shop that was routine when the two couldn't sleep.

you kiss on sidewalks. you fight and you talk.

it happened in the middle of one of the stupid, pointless fights. talking about him and his interest in any blonde that is minimally functional.

"you speak without understanding" he says

"kyky, even a blind man knows your type! skinny blonde french girls! i don't understand why you keep denying it all the time, denying is worse!"

"do you just like to pretend you can't see?" he says, taking another sip of the latte, which in the cold of Paris, felt warm in his hands.

"here it comes..." you say holding your own cup

"my type is very specific. likes to play fifa, loves bronwie, horror movies every tuesday. is in love with lilac, but always tells me that i look great in blue. my type actually has brown hair. cuts bangs whenever she's having an existential crisis, she looks great in them. my type, have the most beautiful eyes i've ever seen. you know it's you."

and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars.

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freshfraise · 1 year

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Mbappe x reader where he is really possessive and angry and jealous. You can come up with the scenario. Maybe something like what u did for Richi 🫶🏼✨

TERRITORIAL

pairing: mbappe x reader

summary: On the day of one of Kylian’s vital matches, speculations cloud the pitch. Both Y/N and Mbappe learn the crucial power of privacy, realising what people don’t know, they can’t ruin.

author’s note: angst!! possessive and jealous mbappe!! honestly i love writing for him!! plus i tried some new things <33. hope u enjoy and sorry for the long wait :) + i imagined blonde kylian whilst writing this

Kylian startles me, as he comes from behind me and wraps his toned arms around my waist. His chin resting on my shoulder, I let out a long exhalation of relief, feeling a wave of serenity among the bustling Parisian lights. I glanced up, staring deeply into the blinking lights that illuminated the city, and then looked back to Kylian, attaching my lips onto his. Today marked our six month anniversary, and Ky decided to bring us back home to celebrate. Paris always had a special fondness in my heart, as it is where I spent the first seven years of my life, where most of my family resided and where I met Kylian. Although our night had to be cut short due to Kylian’s match at Parc des Princes tomorrow, we both made sure to relish each other’s presence to the fullest.

It was rare we had each other to ourselves like this, due to our demanding and famed lifestyles. If I was free, Kylian had training and if he was free, I had a photoshoot. As if this wasn't enough of a hassle of its own, the added factor of secrecy makes things completely infeasible. Disguises, secret locations and body guards were just some of the thousands of precautions taken to ensure our privacy. So far, it worked, as Kylian was being linked to essentially every Woman in Paris except me. No one had the reason to relate the two of us, as to some, I lived in a completely different universe to Kylian Mbappe. And it was all worth it, as despite everything else about us being in the forefront of the public eye, we finally had something that was utterly and wholly ours. Just ours, and only ever ours.

“Je ne me lasserai jamais de ce vue.” (I will never get tired of this view.) I mention, entirely enthralled by the glimmering tower in front of me.

“Moi aussi.” (Me too.) Kylian responds quickly, and I whip my head back to find his stare unreservedly fixated on me instead of the tower. I smile softly, and drop my eyes to the floor attempting to conceal my bashful state. He can obviously see me try to hide my face, as he erupts into a fit of shameless laughter. This only makes me even more coy, as I physically cover myself with my hands to avoid eye contact. I rest my head on his chest, which reverbates as he continues to laugh at my timidity, as he begins to cradle it and kiss my head. His forwardness has always made me feel shy, which was one of things I liked about him.

“Let me take a picture of you.” He asks, staring directly into my dilated irises. I nod as he takes a couple with me doing funny pictures in front of the tower, some idyllic selfies of the two of us and some with my back turned, facing the view. I decided to choose one to upload to my story, appreciative of the views ahead of me.

Game day. I made my way towards the stadium, riddled with nerves. As I sit patiently, my phone lights up seeing Ky’s name appear. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, since at a time so close to the game, he would never go on his phone, it was apart of his pre game ritual. I answer hesitantly.

“Y/N,” Mbappe says, and my worry quadruples in size.

“Yes?” I answer, and he lets out a sigh. “Ky, what’s up?”

“Have you checked your phone recently? Or seen your twitter?”

“No? Why? Do I need to?”

“Check your messages.”

Suddenly, I get a notification from Kylian, viewing the attachment he sent me. I gasp.

I go silent, and Kylian understands my thoughts, as he begins calling out my name. That was me and him, on the front cover, kissing, for everyone to see. How did we not know? How could we be so thoughtless?

I tune in to our conversation and listen to what Kylian has to say.

“Listen, there’s good news and bad news.”

“Je pense que la mauvaise nouvelle est très évidente, what’s the good news? (I think that the bad news is very obvious,)

“Your face is not seen in the article, that’s good, right?” He says, attempting to lighten the tone. I giggle at his ridiculous positivity.

“It says undetected not unknown, I already know they are just waiting for the perfect time to say my name.”

“Speaking of that, there’s one more piece of bad news. Check your twitter.”

I sigh, and my Twitter is on the verge of crashing down with the amount of notifications I have. I go to the trending page and view my name in capitals.

“Kylian…”

I tap on the hashtag and see tons of threads and tweets labelled:

A TIMELINE OF Y/N Y/L/N & KYLIAN MBAPPE’S RELATIONSHIP

THE FRENCH IT COUPLE: Y/N AND MBAPPE

Y/N & MBAPPE??? UNDER THE EIFFEL TOWER,, KISSING???

Y/N IS THE GIRL IN THE PHOTO AND HERE’S WHY…

“Oh God.” I blurt out, realising just how bad this situation is.

“Yeah… essayez de ne pas trop vous en soucier, d’accord?” (try not to worry about it too much, okay?) Kylian says with his voice soft and gentle, trying to console me. I realise his game is getting closer, and he needs to focus, not calling me.

“You too. I’ll still be rooting for you in the stands. I love you.” I affirm, not allowing any trivial tabloids, trending hashtags or headlines get into my head.

“Je t’aime plus. (I love you more.) See you later, Ma vie.” (My life.)

Eventually, I reached Parc des Princes. This was the first time I would be going to one of his matches, due to our privacy precautions and coincidentally it was also the first time I went out as ‘Mbappe’s girlfriend.’ Great. We planned out this for months, ensuring that I could still have a good view, whilst still being hidden from the public eye, and now that all went to waste. As soon as I stepped out of the Uber, I heard haunting shutters and clicks of cameras, something which still irked me after all the experience. Mbappe made sure to increase the security, even before this whole situation, so I wouldn’t be bothered by anyone. Three different guards surrounded me, and escorted me to the seats, which, initially I thought was excessive, however now, I’m more grateful than ever. After navigating endless hallways and shortcuts, I finally sat down in my seat. I scan the pitch to find him, and I immediately see him, more unfazed than ever. Seeing him like that makes me feel more confident in turn, so I straighten up my posture, cross my legs, fix my hair and breathe. The whistle blows, and I just pray this match goes well.

Within minutes of the whistle sounding, Kylian is smoothly assisted the ball from Hakimi, before a defender from the other team viciously slide tackles into Mbappe’s ankles. He drops brutally. The crowd roars in anger and the referee whistle is sounded. I jump up instinctually, genuinely stressing. To everyone’s surprise, Mbappe limps up and begins to confront the heated defender. They argue aggressively, foreheads pounding, vicious shouts and boyish shoves and grunts consuming the screen. Just as the teammates from the respective teams begin to diffuse the situation, seemingly reaching a state of stillness, the defender utters something, which was completely unintelligible on the screens, but was clear enough to make Kylian charge towards him again.

Kylian releases himself from his frenzied team mates grasp and dashes towards him. Still provoking him with his comments, Kylian shoves the player with his utmost force and in turn, he drops to the ground immediately, rolling around to finish off the performance. I could tell Ky was extremely, extremely irritated by him, and was on the brink of losing control. The melodramatic player stops rolling around and gets back up, muttering more comments towards him. Kylian finally reaches his edge, as he shoves the player with intense acceleration. The crowd jumped in shock, the game turning into utter chaos as both teams failed to diffuse the situation miserably. The referee swiftly puts a red card above his head, something that Kylian was practically waiting for. He knew what he did was stupid. Before he left, I could make out the words ‘Parlez encore d'elle’, ‘Redis son nom’ and ‘Voir ce qui se passe’.

I could tell he was still angry as he left the pitch, as he ignored consoles from his manager and teammates and headed straight out towards the tunnel leading them back to the changing rooms. Suddenly, I make the executive decision to go, picking up my feet and explaining to bumptious guards that I am perfectly capable of going to the bathroom by myself.

Reaching the hallways, I hear the thump and strikes of objects being hurled around the room laced with a string of unrefined french swears. I breathed out Kylian’s name, before following the sounds as it became increasingly louder. I perceive erratic breathing and I become alarmingly worried at his state. Placing my fingers upon the door, I push outwards revealing the catastrophic conditions of the changing room. I see him, sitting on the floor against a disfigured locker door. His head hung back, facing the ceiling and his eyes pinched shut, as if he was trying to erase something from his mind. I murmur his name from under my breath, and he looks up at me, prolonging unfeigned eye contact. I begin to make my way towards him, before Kylian jumps up and moves back from me. I frown, puzzled but nonetheless I remain immobile maintaining a gut wrenching distance.

“Ky, qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?”(What’s wrong?) I ask gently, tilting my head and giving him further inspection. I glance down to his knuckles, bruised and red. “Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé là-bas?” (What happened down there?) My voice slowly started to become less and less unfaltering as it grew with concern.

He shakes his head and compresses his lips together, his hands placed firmly on his hips. He starts pacing around the room, opening up and closing his mouth in an attempt to formulate a sentence. Seeing him this anxiety-ridden makes my heart pound with sympathy, so in a couple strides, I come towards Kylian and grab his attention. I cup his face, staring into his dilated irises. I see flicks of hesitation scan his face, before I begin to calm him down.

“I love you. You can trust me.” I reassure him, as his broad shoulders slowly become less uptight.

“I know I can. C'est moi, en qui je n'ai pas confiance..” (It's me, who I don't trust.) He mutters shamefully, expressing the extent of his anger.

“Well I do. I trust you completely.”

Kylian heaves, before his attentive glare left mine and watched the walls. “He- They know about you. He was talking about you on the pitch. The whole team.” I sigh, before softly dropping my hands from his face. He notices this, as he grabs my hands to hold them before they fall against my sides.

“What did they say?”

His head hangs low, and his gaze meets the floor. I look up at him searching for the eye contact I desire, but his eyes remain glued to the ground. “Ky-” I’m cut off as he looks back at me.

“First they said you were pretty. They kept saying your name, congratulating me for getting someone as sexy as you. Afterwards, they began to threaten me about how I need to get up from the ground so I won’t embarrass you. Then one of them started to talk about how they can treat you better. That they can fuck you better than me. When I pushed him down, his teammates started to say the same thing, saying your name, imitating you, moaning. It was disgusting and I’m sorry that you-”

I connect my lips onto his, overwhelmed. It felt like the only correct answer at the moment, as Kylian’s temper was rising by the minute. His resentment translated into ardent concupiscence, as his hands shifted against my body frantically. His hands in my hair, and my arms linked around his shoulders. I hoped my appreciation for him was communicated. A million thoughts condensed into one single moment.

I slowly detach my lips from him, as our foreheads touch. Trying to regain my breathing, I still see Ky’s eyes closed and his lips pressed together. Eventually, his eyes flutter open and I begin to laugh at his state. Face flushed, red lipstick staining his lips it was truly a heavenly sight. As our laughs reverberated against the changing room, he grabbed my waist and pressed it towards him in a snug embrace. After a few beats of silence, I place my chin on his chest to look up, “Is it bad to say I like it when you’re jealous?” He looks down and furrows his eyebrows. His dimple pops up as he talks, “I wasn’t jealous.” I laugh at his denial, because clearly his actions presented differently.

“So getting a four match ban isn’t a result of your jealousy?” I remark snarkily as Kylian pouts, slightly saddened by my words. I laugh quietly to myself, before I apologise profusely and kiss the tip of his nose.

He continues to plead his case saying “Je ne suis pas jaloux, je suis territorial. (I am not jealous, I am territorial.) Jealousy is when you want something that’s not yours, and I was just protecting what’s already mine.”

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