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spidybaby · 11 months

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SPIDYBABY MASTERLIST

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♤ angst

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Kylian Mbappé:

Not Important ♤

You get jealous at the new PSG intern and how much she's trying to get the attention of your boyfriend, but he makes sure you know he's all yours.

Be quiet, please ♡

Kylian got a little too drunk and decided to share some information he isn't supposed to.

Now you be quiet, please ♡

After the events of last night, Fayza chooses to make Kylian pay for his words.

She | part I

You can't put the pieces of a broken plate back together and expect it to be alright.

She | part II

A long talk and a match can be the start to a change between Kylian and you.

Tea Party ♤♡

All it takes for you to fix your problems is a tea party.

Gold Digger ♤

A lost item at the airport and a miscommunication can be the end of your relationship.

Gold Digger | Part Two ♤

A broken plate can't be fixed.

Gold Digger | Part Three (Ending) ♡

Feeling fearful and insecure about the future after a downfall is what kept you away.

Stressed ♤

When he's stressed and worried about work, that's the only thing on his mind.

I do... do I? ♤♡

The stress of planning a wedding makes you re-think everything.

Flowers ♡

Who would have thought some flowers can make that much drama.

The "A" Team ♡

Kylian needs your help to get out of an awkward situation.

Blubs:

ONE

PEDRI:

New Streets ♡

Trying to find your way into the streets of Barcelona by yourself for the first time is harder than you expected.

Family Night ♡

Homemade pizza and a uno game are the perfect combination if you want to meet your in laws.

Begin Again | Part one ♤

Secrets can't be held forever. Specifically, not the one you keep from him.

Begin Again | Part Two ♤

After your son was born, your friend made you realize how much you were wrong for hiding him from Pedro.

Begin Again | Part Three ♤

Back to the start to fix the broken pieces just to find that you can get what you always dreamed.

Begin Again | Part Four ♤

It's all about the hating, the loving and the healing... but in that order?

Begin Again | Part Five ♡

I've been spending the last few months thinking all love ever does is break, burn, and end, but when I look at you shining eyes, I watch it Begin Again.

B.A - Extra (one shot) ♡

Pedri takes Polo to a Father-Son day with the team.

Party Killer ♧

A girls' night gone wrong while your boyfriend is away.

Pedri the type ♡

A compilation of the type of boyfriend I think Pedri would be.

Baecation ♡

Your boyfriend family loves the way your relationship is, always taking care of each other.

The Tour (part II of Baecation) ♡

A glimpse of the little moment you share with your boyfriend while on Tour.

Golden Child ♤

You're Pablo's older sister. Even tho you don't have a good relationship, you help him during his injury and find yourself getting involved with Pedri.

Golden Child | Part Two ♤

Your brother finds out about your relationship with his best friend, while everyone learns the truth about your family..

Golden Child | Part Three ♡

As your relationship with Pedro progresses, the relationship you have with your brother is in a limbo.

Bad Kind of Butterflies ♤

Pedri let the insecurities of his friend become his own. Ruining his own relationship and friendship.

Bad Kind of Butterflies | Part Two

Pedri regrets his actions and tries to get back to you.

Not The Romantic Type

You tried to give him as many chances as you could. But when he keeps choosing other people over you, you are done.

Not The Romantic Type | Part Two

Blubs:

ONE

TWO

GAVI

Gavi the type ♡

A compilation of the type of boyfriend I think Gavi would be.

Our song ♡

Gavi surprise you after your win at the vmas.

Valentine's Day through the years ♡

Last updated: 03/20/24

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captainwans · 1 year

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HANDSHAKE.

— K. MBAPPÉ

pairing: kylian mbappé x fem! reader

summary: fans couldn’t help but gush over their relationship, especially their traditional handshake that makes the internet go wild.

warning: fluff, fluff, fluff. oh, did i mention fluff? happy reading, my loves <3

word count: 942 | ( gif not mine! )

masterlist!

… [Y/N] SITS AT THE STANDS, her hands hiding inside her oversized coat as she watched her boyfriend on the field with a proud expression. Her crimson cheeks curved up into a smile, her eyes wrinkling in the process. Her eyes were tinted with warmth and adoration, watching him pass the ball to his team player. Her mouth gaped open, impressed at his skillful maneuvers as he moved past his opponents without any problems. I could never, she thought.

She loudly exhaled, her cold breath fleeting in the air. She felt a hand on her arm, hooking their arm into hers. She turned her head, her eyes softening once she noticed Ethan, Kylian’s brother, clutched at her side with his chin resting on her shoulder. “You alright, honey?” [Y/N] asked, her gentle tone filling his ears.

Ethan sighed, rubbing his eyes with his hand before looking at her through his lashes. He gave her a shy smile. “Yeah, just a little cold.” he coyly admitted, pink dusted onto his cheeks.

[Y/N]’s mother instincts kicked in, quickly grabbing a blanket that was resting on her lap to wrap it over Ethan, who looked at her with a frown. She watched him shake his head. “No, you’ll get cold. Let’s share it instead.” he told her, placing the blanket over their lap.

She gave him a soft smile, her arms wrapped around his shoulder. She gave it a small squeeze before planting a short kiss on his temple.

“Feeling warmer?” she asked him, her eyebrows furrowed, completely oblivious of Kylian watching their sweet interaction with a big smile as he neared the stands.

Ethan nodded his head, leaning his head on her shoulder. “Thanks, [Y/N].”

She leaned her head against his, smiling gently at the younger boy. She turned her gaze towards, her eyes immediately locking with Kylian, who gave her a sweet smile. She let out a hum in delight, her eyes sparkling as she watched him getting closer to their seats.

Kylian panted, sweat trickling down his face as he sauntered towards his family. A satisfied smirk etched onto his handsome features, feeling ecstatic about France’s halftime match. So far, they were in a good spot and the French man couldn’t be happier.

He inched closer to the stands, walking towards his parents who engulfed him into a hug, their words of encouragement and support making his heart flutter. He kissed his mother’s cheek before heading to his brother and girlfriend, who gave him thumbs up and a grin. “We’re almost there, bro! France is taking it home soon.” Ethan chimed, his eyes lighting up at the possibility, making Kylian scoff.

“Damn right we are. It’s a fact.” the football player said confidently, his feet leading him to the stairs to greet his lover.

[Y/N] chuckled, her laugh making Kylian’s stomach swarm with butterflies. Oh, how much he loves the sound of her laughter. She watched him inching closer, bringing his hand toward her, his eyes tinted with playfulness. She grinned, bringing her hand towards him as they did their traditional handshake.

Ethan and his parents watched them with amused looks, their handshake making them laugh. The couple didn’t know how it started, or even when. Kylian had a habit of moving his hands a lot, especially when he expressed himself whether it was about football or a topic he was passionate about. He also had a habit of playing with [Y/N]’s fingers, his big hands fiddling with her small ones. Before they knew it, they created a handshake and went with it, almost automatically doing it after every match.

Their handshake didn’t become unnoticed. In fact, it was the highlight of their relationship, according to the media. Fans held a deep admiration for their relationship and often share how cute they are, expressing their immediate love, and adoration for [Y/N].

“Look what they wrote about us today, mamour (my love).” Kylian said, a smile curving his face as the pair laid in bed, their bodies tangled with each other.

[Y/N] sighed contently into his broad chest, her hand bringing his phone closer to her face. She squinted her eyes at his bright screen, a curse emitting from her lips making him chuckle. She cooed, her heart melting at the fans’ sweet comments.

‘if my future partner doesn’t do this with me, i don’t want him.’

‘they’re so adorable, i love them so much!’

‘their handshake is just the cutest thing ever.’

‘i want a love like theirs.”

‘y/n is so cute awh!!’

“Forget Kylian, I want [Y/N].” she read a comment, her chest vibrating with laughter. She felt heat creeping up on her cheeks, their comments making her flustered. “Didn’t know I had fans.” she admitted, her eyes twinkling with fondness.

Kylian turned off his phone and placed it on the nightstand before pulling her closer to his body. He kissed her hairline, prepping small kisses on her temple before speaking. “Not surprised, I mean, look at you.” he gushed, his hands found themselves inside her shirt, his hands trailing down her hipbone.

She giggled, shifting her body so that she was facing him. She cupped his cheek with her hand, her thumb brushing over his jaw. She gave him a soft smile. “I’m so lucky.” she whispered, a look of warmth expressing on her features.

Kylian placed his hand on hers, bringing her fingers to his lips to press small kisses. “I’m the lucky one, baby.” he corrected, a genuine smile forming on his face before planting a chaste kiss on her lips.

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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( ✮ ) BITCH, BITCH! ft kylian mbappe

🧺 𓂃⭑ᜊ an: Been asked lots of times for a Kylian's fic, I'm doing this purely based on my idea, ( not the original idea, it turn out shitty so I redo ) none of you put on along with a storyline so I hope this is okay. xx

🗯️ 𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: cursing, harassment, assaults, a mid age guy mention!

🔖 𓂃⭑ᜊ: @iwritesjud3's masterlist

The car's engine stops resounding, and both of you and Kylian got out 'You sure this is fine? You can wait in the car if you want, I won't be long.' He smile assuring you that it was okay. You two got inside the supermarket, hand in hand. Kylian gets a basket and you began walking to one of the isles to get your groceries. Kylian was walking behind you, and watching through the racks for stuff you wanted to buy.

'Hey! Can you please get me milk from the dairy section?' Kylian hums walking away to the dairy section whilst you continue looking through, you get all the groceries you listed and was about to leave when your shoulder bumps against someone. A man probably in his 40s, stood there looking down at you picking up your stuff, with a long sigh 'Hey, come on, it's not my fault you get all your stuff scattered around, you should watch where you're going next time.' You rolled your eyes at him 'Did I ever say that it was your fault? Pissed off, dude!' You bit back, you went past him but he yanked your hand 'Ahh, is that how you suppose to talk to someone older than you? You rude bitch!' You swat his hand away with a disgusted look 'Get your hand off me, you old perv.' He looks at you with an irritated, unbelievable look. One of his eyes twinges in annoyance.

'You bitch!' You dodged his slap and scoff 'What the fuck?! You crazy man! Have you lost your mind?' He caught you by your wrist and pull you close to him 'I'm gonna teach you a very good lesson.' You headbutted him on the nose making him moan in pain 'Yeah! That's what you get for being a bitch, bitch.' Blood trickles down his nose like a pool, his eyes red and teary.

'I'm gonna kill you!' He was yanked to the back and you released a relieved breath. Kylian stood before you shielding you from the guy. A guard grabs him by his pit and force him up 'What did I do? This bitch started it!' They went deaf ears and continue dragging him out of the place.

Kylian turns to you, both palms over to your cheeks 'Are you alright?' You smile at him, and one hand going over to the back of his neck, gently caressing 'Fine,' You two walk off to the counter pay for everything, and left.

Kylian made sure that you were 100% okay when you get home and sure to cuddle you to sleep and assured you he'll make sure he finds the man again and beat him up to a pulp.

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kylianswife · 1 year

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Lost - Kylian Mbappe x Reader

Description: Kylian's girlfriend comforting him after losing the World Cup.

My boyfriend, the one and only, Kylian Mbappe, was on fire tonight. He managed to score TWO goals in the span of ninety six seconds. I couldn't have been more proud of him. Suddenly, the France crowd was more vocal after Ky tied the score. Argentina managed to score again. And so did Kylian. I could've expected a heart attack at any point because of what was going on. The score kept changing, the mood kept changing and the time kept running. It all came down to penalties. Kylian went first. I couldn't force myself to watch him shoot so I closed my eyes. After the crowd cheered, I knew he managed to score. I yelled out to him, celebrating. But even after all the effort, we lost. We fucking lost. The Argentinian crowd went crazy. This was Leo Messi's last World Cup, that's why most of the world's POPULATION was rooting for him. Kylian looked defeated. He looked hurt and lost and in need for comfort. He sat at the bench covering his face with this shirt. I didn't want to go down there because I was crying myself, I would've only made it worse for him. I waited until the lights were out for the ceremony and made my way to the field. I used my badge to pass the security and spotted Kylian immediately. I ran up behind him and hugged him from the back, he was surprised at first and turned around, he calmed down as soon as he saw me and hugged me tight. "You were fucking amazing, Kylian. You, Kylian Mbappe scored a hat-trick. You carried your team. I'm so fucking proud of you." "I still lost." "I don't care" "You should care. None of those things matter now that we lost."

I pulled myself from the hug and cupped his cheeks, he pressed his forehead against mine. I could see his lips trembling, he was trying so hard not to break down. I closed my eyes and kept my forehead against his. "No, love, please. Ky, you make me so proud." he didn't respond, he just buried his head on my chest. He needed comfort which I was obviously going to give to him. "I want to leave right now." I pulled from the hug and looked him in the eyes. "We will soon, baby. You need to make an appearance in the ceremony and then we'll leave." I said to him and he sighed, he clearly wanted to disappear right now. I stood next to the benches as I looked at Kylian receiving his award. He couldn't bring himself to at least crack a small smile for the picture, which was understandable of course. I looked at him proudly. I know that winning this World Cup meant so much to him but, today, he proved the whole world that he's going to be the next best football player in the world. We walked toward the exit, holding hands. I waited outside the changing room for him. He only took a few minutes before he came out. I kissed his lips softly. "I love you, Ky, with all my heart." "I love you too, baby. Thank you for being here for me." "Always"

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multifamdomfan12 · 9 months

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Kylian Mbappé

Fic Recs

Imagines

Handshake

fans couldn’t help but gush over their relationship, especially their traditional handshake that makes the internet go wild.

Good days

You and Kylian have been in a relationship for years now, and it’s nothing if not comfortable – but there’s nothing like a pregnancy to switch things up.

Future Mrs. Mbappe

Love to hate you

kylian and Cherrie being mean little bitches to each other. (With love though)

Rely on me

ethan feeling upset bc of how media pressures him to be like his older brother

Gold digger

A lost item at the airport and a miscommunication can be the end of your relationship.

#masterlist #kylian mbappe masterlist #kylian mbappe

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kylianspinkyring · 1 year

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kylian talking you through it

notes: idkkkkk its just straight smut ngl no plot whatsoever

warnings: smut, smut, all of the above

“oh” he groaned lowly. “fuck.”

kylian had the nasty tendency of jumping between languages whilst he was buried in you, face contorted and skin slick with sweat.

the dragged out ‘fuck’s’ would overlap crudely with his pretty french words, some so dirty-sounding it had you scratching your head after at what he’d meant.

he’d be reluctant to tell you their meaning, shaking off your innocent questioning with a breathless laugh as he tucked himself into your side like he hadn’t just expressed his french wish to put a baby inside you.

that wish always seemed to creep up again, like it did now. your mouth fell slack against his when he pushed himself into you, both quiet for a moment, letting your mixed sighs and hitched breaths fill the air.

“so good” he choked, looking down and letting his eyes devour the sight of him slowly disappearing into you, before looking up again and cupping your face.

“so, so good” he rambled on, his lazy thrusts falling into perfect rhythm with every ‘so’ when you tapped his thigh lightly, giving him the green light to finally move.

your mouth rests against his, both too weakened by the other’s feel to even bother moving your lips. “l-like that” you whined, hooking your arms around his neck when the subtle sting was washed away by a warm, pulsating feel only he could ease out of you.

“watch” his words are cut short by a particularly loud groan he attempts to swallow back. “watch it go in.”

he always loved when you watched his movements, said you had this look in your eye that he’d think about during training whenever he zoned out. it was a loving look, twisted with something else that had him taking cold showers and getting strange looks from his teammates in an attempt to wash away the excitement.

he lifts your left leg over his shoulder, hitting a deeper spot that he knew would send you into a frenzy.

“fuck, fuck- fuck!” you repeated, words coming in a messy heap as kylian’s hands traced upwards, between your breasts, before curling around your throat and squeezing lightly, planting a feather-light kiss on the corner of your mouth. “good?” he coos.

you nodded desperately, until another light squeeze prompted you to use your words. “yes- s’good. oh-fuck!”

good didn’t cut it. his delicate words contrasted so harshly with the quickening snaps of his hips, hands now travelling down your stomach and gently pressing against your clit. sometimes gently, sometimes a little harder, all the while erupting different sounds from you that had kylian wanting to forever have them on repeat.

“i love-” another moan that was swallowed by his mouth. “i love you.” you cried, eyes fluttering shut when you felt his lips move up your neck, his light stubble making you shiver into him.

he let your leg drop, wrapping it around his torso as he laid into you, his weight heavy against yours. “say it again” his lower hip movements slowed, rocking into you softly. “for me.”

you said it again and again, lost count, in fact. the warmth pooling in your lower stomach was making you dizzy, your only strength showing in how you clenched around him, low moans dragging out into higher, breathless ones.

“dont stop-yes!” you threw your head back on one particular thrust, feeling tears fill your eyes from the aching pleasure that made your fingers involuntarily grapple at his shoulders as if to steady yourself.

kylian noticed, his hands immediately cupping your cheeks, thumbs swiping away at the wetness. “bébé” he swallowed between ragged breaths. “dis-moi d'arrêter” he pecked your lips “et j'arrêterai.”

your head shook furiously, fucking yourself up into him, craving the friction and the lewd sounds of your juices mixing together as words seemed to have fallen off the edge - an edge you were now craving.

“allez bébé.” he lifted you from the bed, one hand wrapped around your lower back with the other pressed between your shoulder blades. head lulling against his shoulder, your words were fragmented as he bounced you against him - both just as tired and flustered as the other.

“nearly t-there amour, ‘can feel it” he grappled with your hair, tugging it back so he had full access to your neck, lips dragging up your throat. “don’t clench-fuck! just let go for me-there you g-”

you bit down on his shoulder when a loud yelp suddenly escaped your lips, already too fucked out and breathless to stop the incoherent mumbles and moans that only seemed to grow louder as kylian’s fingers worked at the nerves between your legs.

“i got you amour, hold onto me, thats it!-like that” he cooed, his gentle words a harsh contrast to his quickening movements and ragged inhales as her walls pulsated around him, all dewy and hazy to see him unravelling over her quivering figure.

he brought his fingers up to her lips, running his pads over them before slowly slotting them into her mouth, the wetness of her tongue sending shocks to the tip of his cock-

“putain! gonna c-” kylian couldnt even finish his sentence, fingers dragging out of her glistening mouth and reaching for her hand, fingers interlocking as he dropped them against the mattress again.

you whispered loving words into his ear, your other hand lightly raking up his spine after his movements had stilled and he’d collapsed against you, forming the other half of what could only be described as a sweaty mess in need of a shower.

he didnt speak for a moment, instead milking out the last of your orgasms and leaving kisses on your shoulders as little ‘i love you’s’ since words always failed him in his post-bliss state.

sleep overtook them in minutes after he’d fallen back to your side, reaching out for you with grabby hands, needing to hold you in the minutes before despite your bodies being slick with sweat. kylian was too tired to shower and you were to tired to fight it, ‘tomorrow’ he said with a peck on your temple, then just like that you both fell into a deep snooze.

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kalembappe · 10 months

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Focus | k.m. 7 (req'd) a/n: someone send jude request idc how filthy wordcount: 1855 nsfw warning! 18+...pwp, choking, dirty talk, you r switchy

“I have to-” “Shush, shh, sh.” Your voice is quiet, normally soothing, but the way your breath fans his ear makes everything feel worse. “It’s almost done, ‘kay? Just a little bit more.” You sigh, resting on the warmth under you.

You’ve been watching this documentary, something about…sports? He can’t do this right now. His whole body was tense in the couch, legs an open space for you to rest between but the curve of your ass is digging into his crotch. It’s been a week since he’s last seen you, touched you even with how he’s been swamped with work and you were both stuck between places. All he did was think of you–crave you, and now that you’re here, he can’t satiate himself since you thought it’d be a good idea to watch–His eyes open back up to meet the flat screen and see what he blanked on.

Shit, he doesn’t know if he’s cursing you or himself; the documentary is about football and he didn’t even notice. You’re 41 minutes into the film but the only thing he grasped is the title. He’s not even mad that the name of the film is; How to win the world cup, he could laugh about it maybe but you’re making it hard. For him. It’s so hard for him.

To focus, is what he means. Your hips adjust, shifting in your seat. His hands tense on your thigh, there’s no way you don’t know what you’re doing. At this point, that’s him just trying to cope; he knows the likeliness of you not knowing is high since you’re so focused, it annoys him a bit how you’re so distracted by someone who wasn’t… “Look, it’s you.” You point out with a proud smile. Maybe it’s the lighting but there’s a glint in your eyes as soon as he appears on the screen. Sometimes, you can’t make it to his games so you watch him through the TV, he knows you do since you text him before every match. And when you do watch him live, he can’t see you while he’s playing. Only now had he noticed the excitement on your fingertips when he feels your nails graze his thigh, or just how big your smile does get when someone praises him. It’s like seeing you for the first time again, maybe it’s because he hasn’t seen you in this light, or maybe it’s because he just misses you so, so , so much, but the urge to not fuck you into the couch right now is getting intolerable.

Your head leans back to rest on his shoulder, full weight on him, hands gripping his thigh to help you lift yourself on him. Unknowingly, your hands move closer to his crotch as they move up–a groan slips from his throat.

He doesn’t miss the small pause your body makes. He’s even worse now, cheeks heated, lips swollen from the bite of his teeth; Kylian looks up at the ceiling with silent prayers in his head while you’re sinking into him like a cushion. Surprisingly, you continue on without a care, watching as the movie unfolds before you. It’s only with the wiggle of your hips that he grabs your waist to halt your movements. He could almost feel the smirk you’re making. “I missed you.” He tries bringing your attention elsewhere. “I can tell.” There’s a smile in your tone. He stutters, “You’re- you’re horrible.” There’s a rude giggle you let out, it’s normally cute, but he’s already thinking of different ways he can get you to shut up. You chide, “How much…” His brain feels muddled when you roll your hips, unable to fully catch on the words you say. “How much do you miss me Kyky…” You repeat, voice sticky and tantalizing. His hands control the move of your hips, strong and desperate. The tingle in your stomach reverberates to your core, excitement drips on the cotton of your underwear, the nightie you're wearing hiked up to your hips, allowing you to leave a wet patch on Kylian’s sweats. He whimpers almost, “I wanna fuck you into the couch, fuck you till you can’t talk anymore.” “You can’t- You’re the one who can barely talk.” Your words nearly betray you, Kylian’s rocking into your underwear causing it to ride between the mounds of your ass, the hands that were last on your waist now groping your tits. “I’m gonna fuck you till you lose the attitude.” There’s a pause in the air where all movement had stopped. You break, turning into a mess of whines. It’s like a switch flipped when he straightens his back on the couch, sitting you both up effortlessly.

His fingers draw a line between the apex of your thighs as he tangles his legs with yours, spreading you open. You’re getting impatient as he trails closer and closer, lips leaving open mouth kisses on your neck to your shoulders.

He pulls your panties to the side, flicking your clit to tease, you’re about to curse him out when you cut yourself off with a pant. His fingers are circling on your clit till it turns hard. It's too much, too quick, but he’s tenacious in his movements–consistent. If he’s like this now, you can barely imagine what he’d be like later. Your hips grind into his lap to retort, but you stop moving when your orgasm suddenly rips through you. You try closing your legs, squirming in his grip but he’s unmoving, you’re open and held to him. Exposed. He doesn’t stop rubbing, your pants turn into mewls, your body wants to grind back but also stay away. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry…” He pauses, a smirk gracing his lips. “I didn’t even fuck you yet.” He almost laughs at your dispair. Slowly he untangles your legs, putting you aside on the couch. There’s an ache between your legs that doesn’t seem to go away. He positions your ass up, you let him, he’s behind you now. You can move your legs yourself, maybe you can even hold yourself up on your elbows, but you don’t find it in you to try. It’s a lewd sight, your wet puffy cunt, aching and clenching at nothing. You’re a puddle when you feel the thick head of his cock prod your entrance, it’s relief and too much at the same time. Kylian groans, his palm bending your spine to arch so he can enter you at an angle, deeper. It’s messy, and rough but it’s also slow. You’re drooling on the couch, your nightie was on the floor with his discarded pants, your underwear–you didn’t even notice he’d taken your underwear off. He’s bottoming out into you and it feels like you’re struggling to breathe.

it’s as if he reads your mind when you feel his fingers grab you by the neck, halting your breath when he pulls you up. His heartbeat is on your back but you’re sure yours is rippling louder than his. You wanna say something, cough, or breathe but you can’t. The lack of air turns you into liquid threatening to slide off flat onto the surface– you can feel pressure but you don’t know if it’s in your head. Whimper stuck in your throat, your fingers tremble, tapping at Kylian’s to tell him you’re on the verge of blacking out.

“Want me to let go?” His fingers tighten on the sides of your throat, gasps replacing your futile attempts at talking. He leaves a small peck on the side of your forehead, Fine, he says dismissively.

You nearly cum when you breathe out, air filling your lungs and your rotting brain but there's a feeling in your stomach that pauses you in your tracks. The sight underneath you leaves a breathless sob to escape your lips. “Kyky, what did you–” “I let go. Didn’t you want that?” His tone is mocking the same way his hands knead the flesh of your thighs, boasting his ability to breathe with the air fanning your ear, contrast to your stuttered breathing. Kylian groans, he isn’t sure if it’s because your nails are digging into his forearm or from how tight your pussy’s clenching him. You couldn’t believe it. He choked you till he’s completely bottomed out in your stomach. He wipes the tear running down your cheek, “What? Baby thinks it’s too much?” “Mmngh-” His hand is back on your throat, pulling back till he’s completely out of you. He could feel the whine in your throat that escapes with the sudden buck of his hips. The sound of his hips meeting your bounce off the walls of the room. It’s slow and rough and nothing short of dirty.

Kylian dips his head to meet yours in a kiss. It’s sweet for the most part. His lips are soft and warm against yours, attentive and pliant. But it turns rough when he remembers where he is, he rolls his cock into you again, head brushing the spongy part deep inside you. Kylian swallows your moans with each stutter of his hips.

The only time you part is when you need to take a breather but that seems to be a struggle from the start. “I missed you. Was thinking of you in the plane. Did you, fuck, miss me?” You nod, unable to form any words. He’s laughing in your ear, watching as you grind back to meet his movements. You give no response, just thin gasps, it annoys Kylian–he lets you get off for two seconds and you forget he’s there. He tsks, pinching your clit out of spite, a high whine escapes you, your legs tremble.

He repeats his question, voice deeper now, treading between incoherent words and grunts. You moan at his roughness, “I waited, all week for you. I– I missed you so much.” You looked completely gone, babbling with spit and tears coating your flushed face, hair sticking to your forehead, skin salty with sweat. Completely ruined. Yeah? He whispers without the intention of waiting for an answer. Your moans stutter as he pumps faster onto you, your throat turning hoarse. “‘M cumming, ‘M gonna cum-” He doesn’t care, it isn’t new that you get off so fast, he just keeps at it, fucking you to your orgasm. Kylian already let go of your neck by this time, hands using your arms as handles and pumping into you to chase his own high. Sweat trickles down his forehead as deep groans erupt from his throat. The buck of his hips are rougher now, faster. You know he’s near. Your legs shake, his groans turn close to whimpers blending with your own. Your pussy flutters, his cock twitching in you, enough to snap the coil in both of you. He breathes hard, wetness dribbles down your thighs. His hips roll, fucking his seed back into you. “Kylian.” You whine, everything was sensitive. Your boyfriend apologizes, leaving a peck on the back of your neck. There’s a small chuckle he leaves out, you don’t know why he’s laughing. “What is it?” “You left the TV on.”

#kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian x reader #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x reader #football imagine #football smut #k's masterlist #anon request

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k7lianss · 1 year

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getting fingered in kylian’s lap

warnings: smut, english is not my first language :)

smut drabble

this is my first ever writing so if you have any advice please give me it!

you were perched on kylian’s lap, legs sat on either side of him. your hot lips were pressed against his as his hands roamed your body. his left hand placed on your ass and his right messing with the waistband of your tiny shorts.

suddenly you felt his hand tug at your shorts, attempting to pull them down. you lifted yourself up, helping him take them off and throw them across the room. left in just your red lingerie, kylian slid his hand down your underwear to where you needed him most. his actions caused a small whimper to fall from your lips and earned a smirk from him. once he began toying with your clit, you were a moaning mess. your fingernails dug into the back of his neck. he worked his way to your entrance and slipped two fingers in with ease. knuckle deep, kylian’s fingers curled inside of you, hitting your g-spot. you only dug your nails deeper into his skin and swung your head back in pleasure. his left hand crept up your oversized t-shirt and under your bra, swiping his thumb over your nipple. you were close to cumming and kylian knew it.

“give it to me baby, cum on my fingers,” kylian groaned as your moans grew needier. your vision became blurry as the knot in your stomach built up. one final stroke of his fingers and you let go. kylian’s lips moved from yours to your neck as your orgasm washed over, surely leaving a familiar, dark purple mark.

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ts1m1kas · 6 months

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Masterlist:

requests are open !!

FC BARCELONA:

Pablo Gavi:

Jealous Gavi

Gavi x Shy!Reader

Gavi Angst

Sergio's Niece

Comforting Gavi

Barcelona's Intern

Pedri Gonzales:

Jealous Pedri

REAL MADRID:

Jude Bellingham:

Childhood friends to Lovers

Real Madrid Women's

Jude Angst to fluff

Christmas Proposal

Dedicated Goal

Messi's Daughter

Gavi’s Twin Sister

Club Drama

Proposal of Business

Love in the Right Places

Protective!Jude

Fiancée and Footballer

PARIS SAINT GERMAIN:

Kylian Mbappe:

Jealous Kylian

LIVERPOOL FOOTBALL CLUB:

Virgil Van Dijk:

Virgil Fluff

Kostas Tsimikas:

Kostas' Birthday

Photographer!Reader x Kostas

Secret Wife

Andrew Robertson:

Andrew's Injury

Milner's Matchmaking

Trent Alexander-Arnold:

Trent Angst to Fluff

Trent Sickfic

Dominik Szoboszlai:

Honeymoon Stage

Blind Date

Alisson Becker:

Difficult Parents

MANCHESTER CITY FOOTBALL CLUB:

Erling Haaland:

Clingy Erling

International Break & It's consequences

Erling's busy schedule

Post Match Glory

MANCHESTER UNITED FOOTBALL CLUB:

Mason Mount:

Long Lost Lovers

#masterlist #fanfic #fanfiction #football #kylian mbappe x reader #pablo gavi x reader #virgil van dijk x reader #erling haaland x reader #kostas tsimikas x reader #trent alexander arnold x reader #andy robertson x reader #pedri gonzalez x reader #jude bellingham x reader #dominik szoboszlai x reader #alisson becker x reader #mason mount x reader

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darlingmbappe · 1 year

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Masterlist | Kylian Mbappé

Smut | • Angst | • Fluff | •

• Revenge Gift | Kylian Mbappé x Fem reader When Kylian leaves you high and dry, you decide on a leaving him a little revenge gift. ↴

⇛ • • Begging | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader Your master plan worked and Kylian needs you now, you need him just as bad. Ditching work is so worth it.

• Oh, Baby | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader When the condom breaks, it’s a race to get you a Plan B. In the meantime, Kylian gets to thinking about your future together.

• The Loneliest | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader Your fiancé missing your birthday is the icing on the cake to a horrible couple of months. Now, you’re left to pick up your broken pieces, ending the chapter in your life that includes Kylian Mbappé. ↴

⇛ • [Part Two] The transition period after calling off your engagement has broken both you and Kylian. He needs to have you back, but you can’t handle having your heart broken again. ⇛ • [Part Three] While Kylian lets jealousy get the best of him on the pitch, you find that a tequila-filled night might be the answer to healing your broken heart... even if it's just for one night. ⇛ • • [Part Four] Kylain has shown you just how much he wants you and him to work out, initiating a second chance you weren’t sure you’d give. ⇛ • • [Epilogue] A glimpse into your life with Kylian Mbappé.

• • Family man | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader Your husband is feeling a bit nervous about staying home alone with your daughter for the first time. When you ease his worries, he thanks you the best way he can, but then surprises you with a big request.

• Of the Unfaithful Kind | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader Suspicious circumstances cause your boyfriend to spiral, and in efforts to forget what he witnessed, he seeks retaliation in a malicious way.

• • • Out of the Dark | Kylian Mbappé x Plus Size Reader Though months of an almost picture-perfect relationship, Kylian still kept you hidden like his own personal secret. How are you supposed to feel like it doesn’t have something to do with how much you weigh?

• • • When We're Ready | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader Kylian's blatant desire for a baby has your head spinning. Though, you must say, he is quite convincing... ↴

⇛ • • • [Part Two] After months of not getting pregnant, your mental health takes a big hit.

• Innocent Offer | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader Kylian begrudgingly admits his lack of sexual experience to you. As a good friend would, you offer him some help.

• New Tank Top | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader Kylian is feeling quite a bit possessive after you show off your new tank top at one of his matches.

Get added to my taglist!

#masterlist #kylian imagines #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe angst #kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappe smut #kylian mbappé x reader #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappé imagine #kylian x reader

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k9iriz · 4 months

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𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 + 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑: 𝐍𝐅𝐋

• joe burrow (cincinnati bengals)

• jamarr chase (cincinnati bengals)

• tee higgins (cincinnati bengals)

• jalen hurts (philadelphia eagles)

• travis kelce (kansas city chiefs)

• andrei iosivas (cincinnati bengals)

• rashee rice (kansas city chiefs)

• justin herbert (los angeles chargers)

• trent mcduffie (kansas city chiefs)

• christian mccaffery (san francisco 49ers)

• cj stroud (houston texans)

• justin jefferson (minnesota vikings)

• isaiah pacheco (kanas city chiefs)

• jalen ramsey (miami dolphins)

• anthony richardson (indiana colts)

• tayler hawkins (san francisco 49ers)

• ceedee lamb (dallas cowboys)

• obj - odell beckham jr. (baltimore ravens)

[ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ]

half of these are my past writes to be easier to find, but i do not write for them currently anymore.

• = smut/+18 ♡ = fluff/mushy ☾ = angst

ANDREI IOSIVAS | • family-fuckin' reunion | • nsfw alphabet | ♡ cookie making

JOE BURROW | ♡ playing games

TRAVIS KELCE | • fix me

KYLIAN MBAPPE | • quickie | • 2x ft. neymar jr. | • hubby approved

NEYMAR JR. | ☾ not allowed | • brat | • extravagant | • hubby approved

#masterlist #who i write for #rhea ripley #andrei iosivas #neymar jr #kylian mbappe #joe burrow #jalen hurts #justin herbert #travs kelce #trent mcduffie #jamarr chase #nfl imagines #nick bosa

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spidybaby · 7 months

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Omg can I please have some fluff like Kylian and reader visit his parents house for the weekend and it makes Ethan really happy to see reader because she’s his bestie, when they get there Ethan takes her away from Kylian and he gets jealous they spend over 3 hours together and then reader comes back to Kylian in his childhood bedroom where they watch movies and have cuddles💕

"Can you say it again?"

"Blueberry."

You laugh, making him repeat words in english. You love the way his accent sounds, loving the way he pronounces the words.

"I love it." You laugh, squishing his hand. "Don't forget to call your dad."

You were driving to his mother's house. He planned this weekend exclusively for his family and you two to be together.

Since the beginning of the season, he has had so much stress, making him crave some family time.

His mother and brother lived remotely close to his house. Sometimes, even spend nights with him.

But this season, everything changed, Ethan was practicing with the first team, but he was traveling with the second team a lot, and his mom was busy with his foundation. Making the time very much tighter for them.

Fayza went to Bondy. She wanted to get some paperwork and some things ready to sell the house. The thing that made Kylian sad.

His mother's house was the first thing he ever bought with his hard earned money. He wanted his parents to have their own home. So he gifted them the house.

His mom kept the house during the divorce, so it was hers now. Kylian didn't have a say because, as he says, it was theirs and not his.

Before the divorce of his parents, they all used to live there. Even their older brother and Melissa.

But when he moved from Monaco to Paris, Jires went to Turkey and Wilfried to another place closer to Paris. The house felt different.

Melissa and the kids stayed there with Ethan and Fayza. But to him, it was still weird not having his father with them.

"Oui, mon amour."

He was in charge of the music, being the passenger princess he was, refusing to only sit and relax. So he took the dj job.

The call was quick, Wilfried and him exchanged some words and then hang up.

"I want some waffles with whipped cream." He says, stomach roaring.

"Well, you could have had it, but you refused to eat."

"I wasn't hungry. You knew that."

"Maybe because you chose to wake up like ten minutes before leaving."

He pouts, not answering, but his facial expression was enough of an answer.

"We are almost there, bébé." You say pointing at the GPS. "And knowing your brother, he's probably waiting for us."

"Correction, he's waiting for you."

Ethan and you have an amazing relationship. He sees you as an older sister he can trust. Always stealing you and making you two do all sorts of things while visiting.

"He is." You sigh, turning your head to him quickly. "It's not my fault your family loves me more than you."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. He knows you're joking. He actually loves how close you're with his family.

He never met someone who was so perfect with his parents, brothers, and even extended family.

The drive continues for another twenty minutes. Thankfully, the roads were pretty empty, making the drive a fast one.

"Look, we're here." You smile, squishing his arm. "Ready to have an amazing weekend?"

He nods, smiling like a kid on Christmas day. "Oui, I'm so happy."

He helped you with the bags, asking you to go onside and announce yourself, but two little laughs beat you at that.

"Y/n" Lana yells, she throw herself at you.

"Bonjour, mon petit fille." You spin her around. Kissing her cheeks.

You look for her brother, noticing he is in Kylian arms. He's welcoming his uncle. "Bonjour, Isayah."

You got closer to them, kissing his cheek just like you did with Lana. Making him laugh.

Fayza was standing at the front door. The scene was adorable to her. She can easily picture you and kylian in a few years with your own children.

Living in a house with a big garden, she thought about it maybe a little too much. But she can't be blamed. After all, Kylian was the one who described how he pictures your life together.

"Bonjour, my babies." She says, catching your attention. "Come here, let me help you."

She hugs you tightly, repeating the actions with her son. She took Isayah from Kylian arms, following you to the living room of the house.

"Melissa, hello." You say happily, she has become a close friend for you. Always counting on her for everything.

"We literally saw each other like three days ago." She laughs, hugging you.

"She's obsessed with you, that's why."

"You're just jealous, kyky."

He rolled his eyes for the second time, going upstairs to leave the bags and to wake Ethan up.

"How was your exams?" Fayza asks, curious about your life.

"It was good, I think I did a good job."

"You did, don't doubt about yourself." She says, kissing your cheek.

She was like a mom to you, always caring and loving you since you met her. She was extra special to you, knowing you were there to stay since the beginning.

You can hear kylian laughing from the second floor, probably doing something to Ethan or laughing at some joke.

"Boys." Fayza shakes her head. "Come help me, sweet. I can guess Kylian didn't eat breakfast."

"You know your son." You laugh, walking with her to the kitchen where she was cutting some fruits and making waffles.

You chat with her and Melissa, who joined you. Kylian and Ethan were in the living room chatting with their dad.

Wilfried and Kylian were messing with Ethan. He recently changed his style, so he felt a little more confident than usual, which Ky loved.

"Let's eat everybody." You call.

Wilfried shared some stories about his most recent trip, Melissa worked with Kylian, so her stories weren't new for the family.

Ky told them about the next matches, feeling like his stories were kind of repetitive, but you enjoyed them.

The way he was very into creating new ways and opportunities for him and the team to score and win.

"But the news here is, this mademoisell right here." He pats your knee. "Is going to be a valedictorian again."

They all got so excited at the news, Fayza and Wilfried telling you how proud they're of their "daughter."

As the day continues, you spend the rest of the morning helping Ky and Wilfried to prepare the meat and veggies for the barbecue.

It was Ethan the one with the idea of making a big family barbecue and everybody agreed with him.

"After this, you and I are going to play some fifa. This time, you're not beating me." Ethan lightly pushed you, making you laugh.

"Yes, and I want to know about that girl you texted me about." You whisper in his ear, making him blush at the thought of his crush.

"Deal, but first a fifa game."

After lunch, Lana and Isayah wanted you to join them on the pool. Wanting to play with you and their uncle like always.

"Oh, mon bébés." You say sadly, you wanted to swim with them but also you promised Ethan days before to have a chat with him. "As soon as I finish with Uncle Ethan, I'll be here, okay?"

Kylian pouts more than they do. You send him a kiss while you walk inside the house.

Ethan and you have an amazing relationship. He trusted you with his life. Sometimes, when Kylian was away and couldn't get a hold of him, you were there for him. Ready to help.

When it comes to girls, you're his go-to person. Maybe because he knows how much Kylian is a master with the football but not that much in the dating area.

"Okay, pause pause pause." You laugh at him, pushing you in order to make you lose the goal. "You, young man, own me a story."

"I own you anything, woman." He laughs, imitating your tone.

"C'mon, tell me, did she like the roses?"

"She did." He smiles. "Thank you so much for helping me. I don't know what I would do without you here."

"Probably be the best at fifa." You say, making both laugh at that. "But don't worry, E. I'm here for anything you need."

The fifa game took hours, hours Kylian didn't got to spend with you. Hours he was pouting like a child.

He's sitting on the couch hearing the laughs and screams you and Ethan are making. Feeling left out.

He knows feeling like this is dumb, but he's been so busy lately that even spending time with you was a bit difficult.

He helped his parents with picking up the plates, washing them and even helped Melissa with the kids.

And still not you.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Mbappe." You say in this funny accent. He was in his old childhood bed, a single one. He looked so big for the bed.

He turns to the wall, feeling left out and being jealous. "Go play fifa."

"Yeah, it was fun, I had to pick your player." You tease. "But maybe I should have picked Olivier. He's faster."

He turns back to you, eyes narrowed and pout. "Did you just call me slow?"

"You're such a baby, come here, mon amour." You throw yourself on top of him. He hugged you like a koala bear. "God, you're crushing me."

"Good, so you don't go."

"What if we moved and watch something?"

He thinks about it for a few seconds, making you squeak. "Can we watch that scary movie I like?"

"If I say yes, would you let me breathe?"

He laughs, softening the hug, making you sigh and breathe deeply. "Can you get some popcorn?"

You nod, getting up from the bed. But first, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. "Some soda too?"

"You're making me break my diet." He laughs. Kissing your lips.

"Good, once in a while." You return the kiss.

Going down to the kitchen, you notice that Fayza is there, sitting at the kitchen island with a book in her hands.

"Hi, I thought you were asleep by now."

"No, Ky wants to see a movie, and he's kinda grumpy from all the attention everyone is getting from me. Everyone but him."

"Well, he's a man. They always want more but never know how to ask." She laughs, winking at you.

You laugh with her, making a little chat while the popcorn is getting ready at the microwave.

"I'm gonna miss this house. I feel like it was yesterday when Kylian brought me here to meet you."

"Oui, so many memories. But I think it is time for us to move on."

You nod, thinking about the amazing memories you shared with Kylian and his family there.

You place the popcorn in a bowl, grabbing two sodas and leaving Fayza and her book alone.

The movie was good, it has a scary factor. But your mind was still roaming through the memories.

You scratch lightly Kylian arms, something you do when you're cuddling while watching a move or a show.

He's focused on the movie and the popcorn. Not noticing how you're so lost into nothing.

"I wish we could stay longer. I know this is not my family home, but this place has something that I love."

"I get it, I feel like a part of me hurts from thinking about letting this go."

You stayed quiet for a while, trying to focus on a little bit of what's left from the movie. Kylian, on the other hand, got lost into his thoughts, he loved this place.

He wanted to make this a vacation home, to bring his kids to the place where he grew up, where the people supported him.

He wanted to save his childhood house. He wanted his, well, your kids to be able to hear the stories you created there, to be able to feel the magic you two feel there.

He takes the remote, turning the TV off, making you protest. "I have an idea."

"We're not pranking anyone, Ky."

"No, that's not it." He gets up. "Well, that's a good idea, you can't deny."

"No." You laugh.

His hands found yours, intertwining them and looking at you in the eyes. "Let's buy the house."

"What?" You say, taken aback by the sudden proposition.

"Oui, we can use the house for weekend getaways, we can use it for vacations. For special occasions."

"But I thought."

"I know what I said." He interrupts you. "But I can't deny that there's a special something, and in the near future, I want to create more memories with you here. I can't wait for our kids to enjoy this place like we did."

"Oh, bébé." You let his hands go to press your palms to his cheeks, kissing him slowly. Feeling all the emotions. "We have to talk to your mom about it."

"Can you believe that? If she says yes, this will be our first house together."

"This will be your house, Kyky." You laugh, even tho he always told you that what was his was yours, this was different from a t-shirt, this is a whole house.

"No, bébé. This will be ours."

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captainwans · 1 year

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SHE DID WHAT?

— K. MBAPPÉ

pairing: kylian mbappé x fem! reader

summary: a round of gossiping on his girlfriend’s side seemed to earn kylian’s interest.

warning: nothing but teeth-rotting fluff and slight cursing!

word count: 642 | ( gif not mine! )

masterlist!

… [Y/N] AUDIBLY GASPED, earning a curious look from Kylian, who popped his head out of the bathroom door, his eyebrows raised as he looked at his girlfriend. The pair were currently on vacation, a well-deserved break from both sides, well—mostly Kylian for winning on his current season and she wasn’t complaining. They spent most of their time drinking wine, going sightseeing, and swimming. At the moment, the pair did their own nighttime routine with Kylian doing his business in the bathroom whilst his girlfriend talked on the phone with her best friend, seemingly sounding like an interesting conversation in his opinion.

“What? Did she say that? I can’t believe her…” she whined, a pout forming her lips as she looked at nothing in particular, being completely oblivious to Kylian watching her with a curious expression.

Kylian dried his hands with a towel, closed the bathroom door, and sauntered towards his lover, his muscular arms wrapping around her waist, hugging her closer to his body. He furrowed his eyebrow, leaning his ear into her phone to hear about the gossip.

[Y/N]’s stomach fluttered, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she melted into his warm embrace. “She’s a real bitch for sure.” she replied to her friend, earning a shocked expression from her boyfriend, his head leaning into her face and giving her a look.

Kylian stifled a laugh, watching her face morph into a scowl. He listened in to their conversation before whispering with furrowed eyebrows. “What did she do?” he asked, genuinely invested into the girls’ gossip.

His girlfriend held the phone, turning her attention toward him. “She slept with her sister’s boyfriend, twice!” [Y/N] replied with a sour look, making his mouth gape open as he took in the information.

“She did what?!” Kylian almost screeched with shock, erupting with laughter as his body shook vigorously. He shook his head, quietly chuckling before taking a seat on the bed. “That’s messed up, man,” he mumbled under his breath, wiping a tear from his eyes before turning his head to her.

She scoffed, listening to her friend. She had her phone clutched tightly to her ear, her eyes narrowed as she took in the information with disgust plastered onto her face. She turned her gaze to her boyfriend, who gave her a soft smile, his grabby hands toward her making her grin. “Yeah, I’ll call you back. Call me back when you get a hold of that son of a bitch,” she sneered, bidding her goodbyes.

Kylian threw his head back, bursting out with laughter. He pointed a finger at her, his eyes tearing up. She chuckled, a confused look etched onto her face. “What?” she asked with a laugh, joining his banter.

He grabbed her hips, his hands rubbing her thighs as he placed her between his legs. His chest vibrated with another laugh, before gazing up at her with his eyes tinted with warmth and admiration. “The way you just randomly add a few curse words here and there is so unlike you, mon ange (my angel).” he voiced his thoughts with a breathy laugh.

[Y/N] shrugged her shoulders, her hands on his neck, fiddling with his necklace. “What can I say, I’m a changed woman this season, baby.” she responded with a wink, trailing his hands down his shoulders.

Kylian bit his lip, pulling her closer. “It’s hot, not gonna lie.” he said before planting soft kisses on her cheeks, and her jaw before pressing a chaste kiss on her lips. She met his kiss with a dreamy sigh, sliding her hands to his neck, and deepening the kiss.

They pulled away, both breathless as they gazed into each other’s eyes. “Damn, I should swear more if it means to get kissed like that..” she admitted, her eyes tinted with slight mischief.

#footballer imagine #football masterlist #england football masterlist #football #french football team #french football player #french footballers #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe #mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe masterlist #kylian mbappe fanfic #fluff

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kylianswifey · 1 year

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Beach House - Kylian Mbappe X reader

Summary:

Hey can you write one where they’re on vacation with the kids

The sun was beating down on the sandy beach as Kylian and Y/N sat watching their children play in the waves. They had been married for four years now, and these family vacations were the only time they really got to relax and enjoy each other's company without the pressures of Kylian's career as a famous football player. It was important to them to have these moments together as a family, and they cherished every second of it.

Y/D/N was three years old now and had the most beautiful curly hair that bounced as she ran in and out of the waves, splashing water everywhere. Y/S/N was only one year old and sat contently in the sand, playing with his toys and watching his big sister play.

Kylian and Y/N sat side by side, holding hands and watching their children with big smiles on their faces. They had rented a beautiful beach house for the week, and it was the perfect setting for their family vacation.

"Look at them," Y/N said, nudging Kylian with her elbow. "They're having so much fun."

Kylian grinned. "I know, right? This is what it's all about."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying the moment and each other's company. But it wasn't long before Y/D/N came running up to them, dripping wet and covered in sand.

"Mama, papa, come play with me!" she exclaimed, tugging at their hands.

Kylian and Y/N exchanged a glance and smiled, knowing they couldn't resist their daughter's infectious energy.

"Okay, let's go!" Kylian said, standing up and hoisting Y/D/N up onto his shoulders.

Y/N grabbed Y/S/N's hand and they all made their way back into the water. For the next few hours, they played and splashed and laughed together, enjoying every moment of their time on the beach.

Suddenly, Y/D/N ran up to them, excitedly tugging on her father's arm. "Daddy, Daddy! Can we go swimming again?" she pleaded.

Kylian chuckled, "Of course, princess. But first, we need to put on some sunscreen so we don't get burnt."

The family quickly applied sunscreen and headed back down to the water. Kylian held Y/D/N's hand, while Y/N carried Y/S/N in her arms. They waded into the water, and Kylian began teaching his daughter how to swim.

"Kick your legs, princess. And move your arms like this," he instructed, demonstrating the proper technique.

Y/D/N giggled and tried to imitate her father, splashing around in the shallow water. Y/N watched them fondly, enjoying the moment of family bonding.

As the sun began to set, they made their way back up to the beach house, exhausted but happy. Y/N cooked dinner while Kylian put the kids to bed, and then they sat out on the deck, sipping wine and watching the stars.

"This is perfect," Y/N said, leaning her head on Kylian's shoulder.

He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her forehead. "Yeah, it is. I love you."

"I love you too," she said, turning her head to look up at him.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. But soon, they began to talk about their dreams and aspirations for the future, laughing and joking as they shared their hopes and fears with each other.

It wasn't long before Kylian stood up and took Y/N's hand. "Dance with me," he said, grinning.

She laughed and stood up, allowing him to lead her in a slow dance on the deck. They swayed together, wrapped up in each other's arms, as the night grew darker around them.

"This is everything I ever wanted," Kylian whispered in Y/N's ear.

"Me too," she replied, tears welling up in her eyes.

They continued to dance for a while longer, until the night grew late and they were both tired. They retired to their room, curling up together in bed, holding each other close as they drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, they woke up to the sound of their children laughing and playing in the living room. They smiled at each other, knowing that this was the life they had always dreamed of.

As they made breakfast together, Kylian and Y/N talked about their plans for the day. They decided to take the kids to the local amusement park, knowing that they would all have a blast together.

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Nightmare - Kylian Mbappe x Reader

Summary: Kylian's girlfriend has a nightmare and Kylian tries to calm her down.

Kylian's POV: I decided to play this last game of FIFA and go to bed. My girlfriend was fast asleep on the couch next to me. She laid on her back with her legs stretched out on my lap, I had my legs on the table, focusing on the game. I usually try to keep quiet when playing around her when she's sleeping even though she's a heavy sleeper. I was half-way through the game when her slight leg movement caught my attention. I didn't find it concerning at first, I just gave her leg a light squeeze as a form of comfort. I played a little more when I began hearing her distressed voice, I looked at her. She was moving her head and saying something about being saved while her eyes were still closed. I paused the game and placed my hands on her legs, looking at her to see what she'll do next, whether she'll go back to sleep or she'll continue dreaming about whatever was scaring her. "Ky- help me-" this was all I could make out from her slurred speech. I placed her feet on the couch and sat close to her face, taking her hand in mine. "Baby, it's okay." I didn't want to wake her up at first, maybe she'll get over it. Tears started streaming down her face. I was concerned so I shook her arm lightly. "Kylian" "Y/N, It's okay, my love. I'm here. You're just having a nightmare, baby. It's okay" I wiped some of the tears away from her face, but she kept replacing them with new tears. I shook her a little bit more. "No-please-" "Open you eyes, baby. It's okay, I'm here with you." I went to hold her hand and she gripped it tightly, still in her sleep. She said some things I couldn't make out before she let out a piercing scream and jumped up. "NO, KYLIAN" she looked around the room, panicked. I cupped her face trying to get her to look at me. "Y/N, It's over, baby. It was just a nightmare. Look at me, Y/N. Shhh..shhh" she looked at me and I wrapped my arms around her, laying her head on my chest. I rubbed her back and played with her hair, this always calms her down. It's probably a thing from her childhood, her mom used to stroke her hair to sleep every night. "It was so scary, oh my god." "Shh... don't think about it right now, baby. Let's just breathe, okay?" "You were gone, I was alone in this park. Someone dressed in black was chasing me, trying to choke me. I called out for you but you weren't coming." "Baby, it was just a bad dream. I will always be there for you. I wouldn't let anyone hurt you. I'm here, see? Next to you, holding you." I pulled her from the hug to look at her face. She was a bit more calm now that she realized she was dreaming. I kissed her lips softly. I grabbed the remote to turn off the TV and looked back at her, extending my hand. She grabbed my hand and I led her to our bedroom. "Are you going to sleep now too?" "Yes, baby. I want to fall asleep with you, I had enough for tonight." We laid together, her head on my chest. She drew circles on my chest and ran her fingers down to my sides, chuckling. She knows it tickles me, but she likes it. I kissed her forehead and closed my eyes. "Good night, mon ange. I love you" "I love you too, Ky. Sweet dreams."

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