#kylian mbappe x f!reader

[blueaetherr]

can you write about mbappé where he’s out and sees a fan wearing a psg jersey with his name, she noticed him staring, just smiled at him and kept walking but that somehow made him want to get to know her. he stopped her and she told him that she hates attention so he got her number. you can decide on the ending:)

just for you

pairing: kylian mbappe x fem!reader [she/her]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where natural attraction occurs between two individuals

The evening was young when the house party began. Casual and comfortable too, as young adults moved freely in the home to do and say as they wanted, conversations both intellectual and easy present to accommodate everyone's interests. Food laid out neatly, everyone vibing with the current tunes playing and discussions in session. It was safe to say that the party was moving smoothly, and it remained the same as Kylian arrived later on.

To protect his peace he would never admit it but Kylian loved house parties. As much as he loved football—dedicating his life to perfecting his craft as a profession—he, too, as big as he was, understood that sometimes he needed to step away from the sport for his own well-being, to destress and unclog his mind from the worries of tomorrow. And attending house parties was the perfect alternative, something familiar and cosy he could always ease into.

Heading out of a room, somewhere deep in the house, Kylian noticed something from the corner of his eyes. A PSG jersey, more specifically someone wearing his PSG jersey. She seemed to be in pensive thought, just casually in her element as her focus remained on the art hung up on the wall to inspect it, unaware of the presence inspecting her from afar. Until she was.

Noticing such presence from afar she turned towards Kylian with a blank stare. "I-I'm sorry," he stumbled, taking a few steps back. He had been so lost in his gaze, innocently observing her for no apparent reason, that he had forgotten how he might be received. "I wasn't trying to, I just came from—"

"Don't even worry about it." Suddenly, the blank stare turned into a timid smile, one friendly and rather inviting. "I mean while you're here, you might as well..." she added, waving Kylian over.

Initially, Kylian was careful in his steps towards her. He didn't know if he should invade her space considering he'd failed to respect it not even a few minutes ago. But the more he moved towards her, her smile failed to fall flat, failed to show any signs of discontent and discomfort towards him. So eventually he found himself standing beside her, and let his eyes wander to the art piece she had been inspecting. Instantly, his face screwed up. "Oh, I get what you mean."

The young woman shook her head, almost in disappointment. She folded her arms. "I'm just confused. Like what exactly am I looking at here? Like, I get art can be perceived all kinds of ways or whatever, but nothing comes to mind with this." She turned to Kylian, hopeful. "What do you think?"

Kylian huffed and thought for a quick moment. "I don't know. I mean it's—" he had to chuckle a bit. The artwork spoke to him as abstract and surrealistic but even he didn't know what he meant when he said those words, so did his opinion really hold any weight? "I have no clue."

"You think our party host knows what it's all about?" She wondered, inspecting the art further.

Again, Kylian had to laugh, covering his mouth with his hand. He knew the host, his friend, prioritised the appearance of the artwork in his house over its meaning. "I don't think he understands any of the art pieces he owns."

Then this—a moment of bonding over unjustifiable art—led to the pair sharing a conversation, shifting between intellectual and easy. And it was here where his initial thoughts were proved wrong. Sharing names Kylian came to learn that he was speaking to Y/N, someone who enjoyed art but not enough to pursue it as a profession. Instead, she was an explorer of activities and knowledge; she liked to do and learn new things on the regular.

Their conversation didn't carry much substance to it, simply just casual talk, laughter and opinions yet Kylian found himself engaged. From the moment he noticed Y/N from across the hall to where they were, he was there openly tuning into her words, her hand gestures as she spoke rather freely and watching out for all her reactions to everything he said to her.

The conversation, this person he was sharing it with, it was the exact thing that Kylian searched for whenever he wanted to step away from football. Y/N offered him something familiar and comfortable and friendly even though she had been just a stranger not even an hour ago.

From a moment of silence, quite from nowhere, he mentioned, "I think we should hang out more." It was something Kylian chose to say, with confidence and hope because he chose to believe there was something for him and Y/N. Friendship, partnership, simple mutuals—he didn't know exactly what but he didn't find any troubles in that uncertainty. The possibility of something was what kept the hope alive.

Y/N glanced at Kylian and nodded, her eyes going round. "Yeah, that would be nice," she said with a low voice before her eyes diverted to the pool, the two having chosen to settle by it not too long ago.

His smile faded, his expression soon dulling. "You don't sound too thrilled by that."

"That's not how it is, believe me. It's just..." She shook her head before exhaling deeply, trying to gather her thoughts, "Just look at it from my perspective, okay? You found me in peace and quiet, Kylian. We're having a conversation in peace and quiet. You think we would still have that same peace and quiet if we went back to the party, if we left this house? I enjoy my peace and quiet, I really do."

Kylian couldn't help but understand her words because Y/N was right. This wasn't the first time someone rejected his friendship or want for something more because of his notability– either they wanted him because he was a football player or they didn't want him because he was a football player. 

And this was why he always wanted to stray away from football sometimes—he wanted to get away from the very thing that negatively affected his chances of truly connecting with others beyond football. It was unfair, of course, but that was just how it was and he couldn't do anything to change his situation.

"You could still have that," that peace and quiet, Kylian assured, "with me, you know? And I know that's hard to believe..." he shrugged, "but I can make things happen."

"You would do something just for me?"

"Just for you," he said smiling as he knocked their shoulders together. 

The truth is, Kylian was someone who always strived and worked towards everything he wanted in life. Not by force, but with grace and quality. And that was the same thing he wanted with Y/N—he wanted to experience her conversations, enjoy her friendship, have her company when he could—all there was to offer.

What he enjoyed, what he appreciated the most were familiar and comfortable and friendly people and things, and Kylian would rather not let that go for an inconvenience that he could probably work around. So yes, he would make things happen just for her.

Y/N nodded slowly, taking in his words. "How about this... I'll give you my number and we go from there?" She offered as the corners of her mouth lifted. 

Those words, Kylian's words, were spoken with care and dedication and for that, she was willing to give this person a chance at whatever it was to come for them. 'Cause the way he felt about her was mutual. She enjoyed his conversations, his laughs, his love for football, so much so that she wouldn't mind coming back to him sometime after this very house party.

So Kylian beamed, his grin reappearing upon his face. "Of course. Whatever you want to do." 

Maybe it didn't seem like much, but it was much more for Kylian. For him, it was hope, an opportunity for everything he could have with Y/N. And whether or not they would go far or not didn't seem to bother him that much. 'Cause the chance to have Y/N in his life—the chance to have Kylian in her life—seemed like a blessing in itself.

And checking his phone when he was about to sleep later that night, he let himself experience a second of delight.

y/n: don't think i saw a single art piece in there that i liked... fancy going to an art museum sometime 👀

That's why he kept the hope alive; they would soon find one another again.

[letmeapologise]

❝ 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 ❞

.ೃ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ! 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ✰ ´ˎ˗

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⌇ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ੈ✩‧₊˚

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⌇ 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝟎.𝟗𝐤 !

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 (𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐋𝐎𝐋) 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 "𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞" 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐢'𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬' 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐧 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐜𝐥, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐢'𝐦 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐮 𝐢𝐟 𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐭𝐡. 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

“KYLIAN!” you whispered, although albeit a bit louder for it to be considered a complete whisper, more of a quiet-shout or yell. His head flicking around to yours, a silent question of the complete audacity you had yelling at him with his daughter fast-asleep in his arms. The room fell silent, the gentle jingle of the cot mobile reverberating around the room as he scanned you up and down. “What?” he whisper-yelled back, ironically, his voice hushed and exhaled deeply whilst you grinned at him excitedly; eyes flickering at the sleeping baby in his arms while you exchanged silent looks.

He looked down at his daughter once more, grinning slyly at her as he realised that tonight would finally be the first quiet night; it had all sorts of implications for you both. He would be able to sleep better, you too, as getting up in stupid hours of the morning had tragically become a normality for you both — in turn you would be less stressed, and he would be able to return to football with heightened abilities than on three hours of sleep before a Champions League Final. 

Kylian cooed silently at the baby in his arms, gently stroking across her cheeks with the tip of his finger, grazing softly across her smooth skin. His eyes narrowed and smile lines up to his ears as he grinned widely, teeth sparkling and on display as you watched him expectantly, one hand on the doorframe as you poked a look inside your daughter’s room. He eventually placed her down into her cot, moving back and waiting to see if she would suddenly start crying again without the warmth of her dad’s arms — it had happened before, celebrating too soon when she had quickly concluded she had been neglected by her parents and burst into a fit of tears that were only fixed by you swaying her restless form for a good hour.

You tilted your head at him, moving from the doorframe and out of the room as he tailed behind you and closed the door slowly. Then both marched your way down the stairs into the living room, a twinkle in your eye, already made up that tonight you would finally have some time alone with your boyfriend in peaceful bliss. “Are you sure she’s not gonna wake up this time?” he whispered to you, chuckling as you practically leaped down the stairs. You shook your head, reaching your hand out behind you for him to hold, and tugged him down with you to the living room. “She’s fine, Ky, don’t worry,” you looked at him with pleading eyes, a slight pout adorning your face as you tilted your head at him cockily.

The room fell to a comfortable silence, you half-expected her to wake up and start sobbing uncontrollably after your words of affirmation in some cynical and ironic twist, she didn’t. You could hear yourself breathing.

Kylian patted to the space next to him on the sofa, a nonverbal invitation, and you drowsily floated next to him – collapsing onto the pillows splayed out. You grabbed the remote control, lying across the sofa with your head holstered up by an inclined pillow as he eyed you cautiously, head flickering up to the ceiling every now and then as if he would be able to hear a crying baby through the walls. You laced your fingers with his, nodding assuringly, and then at the television — putting the volume on quite possibly the lowest it could go. 

Your boyfriend rolled his eye, practically snatching the remote out of your hands — not that you gave much of a fight for it — and placing it next to him, switching the television off as you frowned. He made his way towards the direction of the stairs and you scoffed at his apparent paranoia. “Where you going?” He didn’t respond. “Ky, she’s fine, let her rest.”

He shook his head, back facing you, and as you opened your mouth once more to reiterate further words of confirmation he uttered another statement to you, contorting his body round to look at you. “I’m not checking on her, just come here,” he outstretched his arm, palm out in your direction as you raised your nose up at it, confused by his actions. 

You stood up, the sofa springing back up under the lack of weight, and walked towards him — taking his hand in yours as he practically pulled you to the kitchen, not even looking at you as you giggled at him. “Where are we going? What are you doing?” you laughed, trying to resist his strength as he threw you about the house. “Stop asking questions and just come here,” he scoffed, finally turning around to look at you with his hands slinking down your figure and onto your waist. You looked up at him with awe-stricken eyes, your hair tousled across your face as he moved a gentle hand to adjust it out of your vision, then back down to your waist.

A gentle smile embellished your face, matching his as he chuckled, swaying side to side alongside you in the silence. “Haven’t had you for myself in so long,” he hummed, you simply nodded in return, chucking under your breath as he hushed you with a wide smirk across his features. He turned to look at the speaker behind him, tilting his head suggestively as you shook yours. “You’re gonna wake her up, Ky,” he just shrugged, eyes refusing to leave yours, then leant in with his arms laced around you. Your lips met in a gentle kiss, his hands running across your hips and waist, eyes shut as you allowed yourself to become overwhelmed with the sensation. The feeling of kissing him, the feeling of being loved by him.

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

[whorekneecentral]

Family's Growing

Kylian Mbappe x Fem!Reader

Warnings: kylian has baby fever, dirty thoughts, baby talk, breeding, oral (f!receiving), fingering, penetrative sex (p in v), breeding/pregnancy kink goes burrrr, daddy used in a sexual context, begging, creampies, finger fucking and sucking lol, cum play.

Word Count: 1,615

Author's Note: okay I'm finally back on track with these - yes I know Tuesday is over but please look past that lol.

merry smutmas series

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Kylian finds himself swooning over how good you are with his niece and nephew, the thought of having a family with you spins around his head. 

Christmas was a time for family and that seemed to be the only thing on your boyfriend's mind.

The two of you had gone over to his parents' place for Christmas dinner, all of his cousins were there as well as their kids. Kylian was not the favourite uncle for no reason, all of them knew they were getting good gifts in bountiful amounts too.

The tree in the living room that was once full with presents were now opened, the floor covered in wrapping paper. It was only two kids, his cousin's son and daughter, and Ethan if you counted him as well; and yet, it seemed like Kylian had bought the entirety of Paris for them.

Kylian watches as you lay on the floor with his niece and nephew, the three of you putting together a tower made of legos, whispering and giggling as you built the tower.

He smiles to himself as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. A part of him isn't sure what he did to be so lucky, to have a career as great as his and to have a girlfriend who's so loving and kind and supportive. You loved his family like your own, right now was a prime example.

Seeing you with kids always did something for him, you had a maternal nature about you, anyone who met you could see that.

The thought crossed his mind many times, how nice it would be to start a family with you. You two had spoken about it ages ago, when you began dating. You both decided that you'd revisit the idea when you were more stable in life and that you were now. Both you and Kylian were stable in careers, you two lived together, you had been together for a while and you had the means to raise a child.

He couldn't see where it would be a no.

As much as he wanted a kid with you, the idea of making a kid was much more appealing.

Clothes on the floor, hands all over each other, watching as you begged him to cu- "You okay?" Ethan asks his older brother, breaking his thought.

Kylian clears his throat. "Yeah," he nods, a smile on his face as you glance over your shoulder at him.

"They love her," Ethan nods towards you with the kids, "y/n's always been good with them."

"She was good with you too," Kylian teased his brother. You two had begun dating just before his World Cup win, the two of you barely 18 years old and Ethan was 12 - still a child in his brother's eyes and he always will be.

Ethan rolls his eyes at his brother's comment.

After some time, the kids started to get tired which was their parents' signal to head out. You and Kylian left not too shortly after that as well.

Your boyfriend finds you in the kitchen after he changes for bed, his arms wrapped around you from behind whilst your elbows propped on the counter as you waited for the kettle to boil.

"Something on your mind, baby?" You asked him, twirling the string attached to your tea bag.

"Just thinking."

"About?"

Kylian hums. "Kids."

His answer catches you off guard, you turn to face the man with a confused look on your face. "Kids?"

He shrugs, smiling. "Seeing you with the little ones today, I don't know - it got me thinking. It'd be nice to have our own, don't you think?" His hand rests on your hip, thumb disappearing under the hem of your shirt.

A glance at your boyfriend's hand, your eyebrows raised. "Do you really mean having kids or making kids?"

You can't help the laugh, kissing your boyfriend. The man wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him. Kylian picks you up, holding you tightly as he kisses you and carries you over to the couch.

Kylian puts you down, sitting on the couch for a moment as he looks at you. You take that as your sign to undress.

The silk shorts sliding down your smooth legs, pooling by your ankles before you step out of them, you pull off the tank top and that leaves you in the blue set he loves. You reach behind to unhook your bra but Kylian stops you, “leave it on.” 

He pulls you by your waist back to him, his hand slipping down to rest on your ass before giving it a smack. You’re quiet, looking down at your boyfriend on the couch. 

He puts you to lay on the couch, he’s sat between your legs with one on either side of him. You’ve propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him and Kylian drags his fingers up your thigh, moving to your clothed pussy. 

“I like this,” he tells you, fingers rubbing over the blue lace. 

You smile, “I know.” 

He pulls the panties to the side, his eyes fixed on your pussy. He gives you no warning, pushing his fingers into you. The sound leaving your mouth was like heaven on earth to him. 

Kylian's fingers curl upwards, your back arching at the feeling. 

“Keeks, please.” your hand reaches down to wrap on his wrist but he swats your hand away, managing to pull both to rest on your stomach and his free hand over your hands, pinning them to your stomach. 

You try to wiggle your hands away from him, trying to grab on something. “Behave.” He tells you, adding another finger. 

Your face twists, pleasure all across it and our hands stop wiggling, he smiles, satisfied. 

Kylian can feel it; he knows you’re close, you’re squeezing on his fingers, your thighs trying to close, trying to squirm away from the pleasure. 

He can feel your eyes on him, he reaches for the blue lace you’re wrapped up in and tugs it down your legs, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of your clothes. He shifts to lay on his stomach between your legs, leaving a trail of kisses as he works his way up to your cunt. 

Your eyes meet his, he knows you’re looking. He wants you to look at him. 

Your hips buck when you feel his tongue against your clit, your hand gripping on his hair. 

Kylian knew you like the back of his hand, gripping your thighs to keep them in place as his tongue lapped your clit. Your hips buck, your way of saying you want more, he gives in. 

"Please," you whimpered.

"What, mon ange ? Tell me."

You look at the man between your legs. "Fuck me."

There was no hidden meaning behind it; no scolding, no need to hurry him up - you wanted him and that was it. 

“Gonna let me fill you up princess? Hm?” He asks, shifting to line himself up with your cunt. You nodded eagerly, your leg hitching on his hip.

At this point, you can’t do much except lay there and take it; not that you don’t want to because you do, you really do. 

The tip of his cock brushing over your clit before moving to push into you. Your back arches, hips jutting forward to meet his.

Hard and rough, not enough to hurt you but enough to tell you that he's in charge.

Kylian wanted to hear you.

His hand now on your chin. “C’mon amour, let me hear all those pretty sounds you make.” He says, the angle you were at puts him deeper than before.

The slightest movements and you can feel it in your stomach. It’s like he can hear your thoughts because his hand moves from your chin to your stomach. His big hand spread over your stomach, “you’d look so pretty with a baby in you, hm?”

Kylian lets you fall back onto the couch, both of his hands on your hips. “Maybe I should fuck one into you.”

His name falls from your lips like a prayer, he could listen to you say it over and over again. You were close enough that you could taste it.

“So good for me, you take it so well.” He whispers to you, kissing under your ear.

“Uh huh,” you breathe, leaning back against him, your legs felt like jello under you. Your head drops back onto the couch, begging him to let you cum.

He lets you drop back, back arched for him once again. He feels you cum around him, the wetness covering his cock. It’s not long after, followed by a few sloppy thrusts, that Kylian cums too.

The tip of his cock brushing between your folds, spreading his cum all over your pussy.

He pulls away, smiling at the whimper he gets from you. His fingers replacing his cock, covered in his cum when you roll over, he sticks his fingers in your mouth and he doesn’t have to tell you what to do.

“Good girl,” he hums, watching as your tongue laps over his fingers. Kylian pulls his fingers away, leaning down to kiss you. A mess of the two of you, not sure where one of you starts and the other ends.

You lay there for a while, Kylian on top of you, your leg tossed on his hip as his head rests on your sternum. Your fingers drag over his shoulders, the man humming quietly.

"We should do that again," he whispers.

You laughed, "keep it up and we'll end up with a baby by next Christmas."

Kylian nods, kissing you. "Let's try again then."

--

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[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 • 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

Summary: No cause imagine every night/morning Kylian would nag you into pulling your shirt up so he can speak to his baby😭He’s just always wanting to touch your belly cause he’s so proud and thankful. He’s extra protective of you now that you’re pregnant. He’s always been so protective of you, and he doesn’t care who it is. He won’t tolerate it if anyone disrespects his woman. Sometimes he’ll just catch a glimpse of you and your belly and he’s in awe. In awe that he got so lucky.

Genre: fluff

Warning: pregnant reader, pregnant with girl, kylian can drive in this

Pairing: kylian mbappe x f reader

Word count: 800+

Author note: trying to keep this fandom alive

Kylian Masterlist

Enjoy

Outside the bedroom window the birds chirped to one another. Inside you were in your cozy bed with the love of your life and your unborn baby.

You woke up to a hand rubbing your waist gently. cracking open your eyes, you were met with your fiancée kylian staring at you with a soft smile on his face. He always got up before you so this was no surprise.

“good morning Mon amour.”

You smiled sleepily at him. “Good morning.” turning over to your back you sighed. Your hand found your bump and you rubbed it softly.

“Can I talk to the baby?”

You looked up at kylian seeing him smile at you, waiting for your consent. His hand had already found your belly like it did every morning.

The moment you found out you were pregnant kylian was ecstatic. He loves kids and always wanted to be a dad and now that his dream was finally coming true he couldn’t help but soak up every moment of your unborn baby before they came into this world.

“Of course you can ky, but I don’t think she’s awake.”

Kylian chuckled knowing he’ll wake her up.

He pushed the duvet back exposing your belly. He leaned down kissing your stomach a couple of times. He placed the side of his face against your stomach.

"Bonjour ma princesse . Maman et moi venons de nous réveiller” (good morning my princess. Me and mama just woke up)

You felt a kick at your stomach. Your little bean was awake.

“Que devons-nous faire aujourd'hui ? Doit-on faire du shopping ? (What should we do today. Should we go shopping)

You felt another kick and kylian smiled. “she said we should go shopping today

“did she now?” You laughed, your hand going to his head as he kissed your belly before nodding.

“well I can’t say no to my baby. Let’s spend the day shopping.”

You and kylian got up and dressed. He drove you down to the mall where you both were going to shop.

Kylian honestly dreed going into public settings. Ever since you got pregnant he was very protective. He didn’t want anyone getting anywhere near you and that was hard with his status.

“do you think our little princess will love blue?” You picked up the blue flowered covered dress showing kylian.

“I think she’ll love anything we get her and if she doesn’t we’ll take it back.” Kylian smiled at you making you smile.

“ok well we’ll get it.” You handed kylian the dress to hold for you. Next you were off to the baby shoe section. Kylian loved when you visited this section because you were always in awe about all the tiny shoes.

“Ky ky look at these tiny sandals!” You held them up to him. Kylian laughed watching how your eyes lit up.

“We need to get these for her. They’ll go good with that blue dress.” Kylian took the shoes from you and let you continue looking around.

It wasn’t long before he was spotted in the shop by a couple of fans. They approached him.

“Mbappe, can we get a picture?”

You watched as kylian shook his head. “no, not today. I’m here with my wife. Sorry.”

Even though disappointed, the fans walked away. You walked over to kylian, “you didn’t have to do that you know.”

“I know, but today is our day Amour. Today is all about you and our baby.”

You smiled at him. “ok, well since today is all about me and the baby, I think we should go get ice cream since that is what me and the baby want.”

Kylian of course agreed and you both were off. You stopped at the ice cream shop. Kylian went inside and grabbed your ice cream.

A few minutes later he returned.

“two scoops Cookie dough for you.” Kylian handed you your ice cream and you thanked him.

Kylian drove the car somewhere private before parking. You both ate your ice cream and made conversation.

While you were lost in your ice cream, kylian sat there admiring you. You were glowing.

Sometimes he wonders how he got to have you in his life. You were a strong, beautiful woman. No matter how much you went through as kylian’s girlfriend you stuck by his side. Now you were pregnant with his child, He was fucking lucky.

You looked up at kylian catching him daydreaming at you. “why are you staring?”

Kylian softly smiled, shaking his head. “nothing M Ma beauté.”

[judewrld]

joyeux anniversaire [kylian mbappe]

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: it’s the morning of your husband's birthday, what better way to celebrate than together…in bed.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: husband!kylian x f!reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff, nsfw, 18+

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 2.2k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: dirty talk, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, nipple play, fingering (f receiving), dom!kylian, sub!reader, unprotected sex (kylian wants more babies), light ass spanking, scratching.

⏤  𝑎/n: domestic kylian makes my heart go boom <3

“Happy birthday dear Kylian, happy birthday to you,” You softly sing into your husband's ear, causing him to stir in his sleep and ultimately wake up.

You smile at his disheveled state and gingerly caress his cheek. “Happy birthday my precious boy,” you whisper into the morning air. He groans and tucks his head into your chest, too tired to properly respond.

Today is December twentieth, the day your wonderful husband was born. You have multiple activities planned for today to celebrate the love of your life, as much as you would love to stay in bed just holding each other you need to start getting ready.

“You know I love you right?” You ask.

Kylian hums, “I love you too, mon amour.”

He whines and bashfully removes your hand so he can go back to hiding in your embrace. You sigh at this before launching into a speech. “When we first met I never imagined the relationship we would have, I will forever be grateful for having an amazing person like you beside me. I know I always say this but it’s because I mean it, I love you so much and I really hope you never forget how much you’re loved, not just by me but by our kids, your fans, family and PSG members too.”

You hear him sniff which makes you smile a bit, knowing your words have brought him to tears already. “Thank you for being such an amazing father and husband who’s incredibly bright and kind. Someone who’s never afraid to state their opinion and continues to love endlessly. You’ve become a person I can confide in and I’m so incredibly lucky to have met you Kylian. Happy birthday, baby.”

He scoots away from your embrace and smiles up at you, “Thank you, mon amour. I’m so lucky to be able to call you my wife.”

You smile and lean down to place a soft kiss on his lips. You pull away slightly after a minute. “You know, you looked so beautiful and peaceful I almost didn’t want to disturb you.”

He scoffs at that, “how pretty can I really look in my sleep.”

You pinch his shoulder causing him to wince and draw nearer to you. “Stop. You look so at peace when you’re sleeping, like you’re not carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. Sometimes I wish you always looked like that. Happy, I mean.”

“I am happy, being with you makes me happy.” He softly sighs looking deep into your eyes before slowly leaning in to place his lips on yours once again savoring the feel of your mouth against his. You brush your hands down his chest, gently scratching the lower your fingers get. Kylian breaks the kiss for a moment and moans directly into your mouth. The sound so sinfully erotic that it causes a rush of arousal to flood your panties. 

“Fuck, you drive me crazy,” he says, digging his fingers roughly into your hipbones.

“Ky,” you say in a breathless whine, slipping your hand down to the waistband of his shorts. “What about the kids?”

“They’re heavy sleepers.”

He leans back down and proceeds to kiss you again. He starts to slowly rub circles on the inside of your thighs and slowly inches his hand up your nightgown. He hooks his fingers under your panties and yanks on your lacy underwear. You lift your hips and allow him to remove them. He then brings a finger to your crotch and pokes at your clit with his finger and slowly drags the tip of his finger up and down your pussy lips. You moan into his mouth and tug at the hair on the nape of his neck when he dips his finger into your hole, entering your warmth. He curls his finger ever so slowly inside of you. You release a choked moan and your toes curl at the feeling.

“Shh, don’t wanna wake the kids, do we?” He says in a hushed tone near your ear.

You whimper as he drags his curled finger out of your pussy, his fingernails grazing the sides of your walls. You moan loudly at the feeling, ultimately pleasing Kylian even more. He pushes his finger back in slowly, accompanying it with another digit. You roll your head to the side facing away from Kylian and let out a wanton moan, your fingers digging into his bedsheets.

“Look at me princess, I want to see how I'm making you feel.” Kylian says in your ear.

You whine but obediently turn your head to face him. He grins at how submissive you are and pulls his hand out to slap your folds with his slender fingers. You yelp in surprise and shut your legs on impulse. Kylian only pushes down on your thigh to keep them from fully closing and pushes the two digits back into your heat. Your eyelids flutter close in bliss. Kylian watches you closely and intently, enjoying the look of pure pleasure on your beautiful face. He smirks when your hips start pushing forward onto his hand. He rubs at your sensitive and swollen bud with his thumb while his middle and pointer finger begin to piston in and out of you. Kylian picks up his pace and begins thrusting his fingers back and forth, pumping in and out of your hole with ease. His fingers get faster and deeper, curling with each sharp thrust until your body unravels. Your eyes snap open at the feeling of Kylian speeding up his pace. You throw your head back as you feel the muscles in your stomach tightening.

“I-I’m close.” you warn Kylian but that doesn’t stop him. He goes even faster, making sure to hit your g-spot each time until you eventually come all over his hand.

Your chest is rising up and down as you ride out your high on Kylian’s fingers. He waits for you to calm down before slipping his fingers out of your slick heat and helps you sit up. “You did great amour.” Kylian says as he leans in to place another kiss on your addicting lips. He moves to pull away but you lean forward and don’t let him break the kiss.

“I want you Kylian.” you whimper onto his lips, trying to pull a reaction from him. He groans and tightly holds onto your waist.

“Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you, amour.” he whispers lowly, pressing kisses onto your ear as he slips his hand back up your nightgown to play with your overly sensitive nub. You release a low moan at the overstimulation but do nothing to stop him.

“I want you inside me. I need you to fill me with your cum.” You breathe out, your voice soft and submissive. You pull back so you’re not so close to his face anymore and look at him timidly. Your lips are parted to release whimpers. “Can you please fuck me?”

Kylian gulps at your words, your words send a reaction straight to his cock which is now painfully hard.

“I’ve always wanted a big family.” He comments as he removes his shorts.You slide off the straps to your nightgown, blushing slightly when you feel Kylian’s eyes on your chest. He gingerly pushes you back onto his bed and climbs on top of you. You let out a surprised mewl when he dips his head and begins pressing open-mouthed kisses to your chest. He latches his mouth onto one of your nipples and begins sucking on it hard. You moan loudly, your fingers finding purchase on his back. Kylian hums in appreciation when you begin scratching down his spine. One especially hard scratch has Kylian groaning and pulling away from your breast, a string of saliva connecting between your skin and his lips.

“Lie on your stomach,” he demands, pinning his dark eyes on you. “now.”

You scramble to do as he says. You flip yourself so you’re ass up face down and wait for him to touch you, your body heating up at the thought of having his dick inside you. You can hear him step closer to you and can feel his presence by your legs. A surprised gasp escapes your lips when he drags your body closer to his.

You can feel the bed dip as he rests a knee beside your hip. You jolt forward when he spanks your ass with full force. You wait with baited breath as Kylian squeezes your cheeks. You moan at the feeling of him fondling you.

“You have such a pretty ass.” He mutters in a low appreciative growl.

You blush but say nothing to the compliment. He positions himself at the back of your thighs and puts his weight very lightly on you. He uses his hands to pull your cheeks apart, spreading them to make sure you are well lubricated. When he sees how your vagina is glistening he hums, “you’re so wet for me, amour.”

You let out a little mewl when you feel his tip tease your entrance. He rubs his cock up and down your slit to coat his tip with your slick. You both let out shaky breaths as he slips his thickness inside you, your tight walls milking his throbbing length. You whimper and mewl at the pleasure, your entire body heating up with want. Kylian stays like this for a few moments to let you adjust to the feeling before he starts to slip in and out of you. His thrusts start to pick up speed, hitting the right spot each time, leaving you a moaning mess. He is grunting and breathing loudly behind you. The sound of his hips slapping against your bouncing ass is loud.

Kylian grunts, slamming his cock deep and hard into your pussy. You let out a gasp at the feeling. The pleasure is so amazing that you push your ass out even more, directly pressing your ass on his hips. Kylian hikes his other leg up next to you and leans down to lay his body on you. He slides his hands under your arms then he leans down to press a soft kiss on your nape. He lays a few kisses on your neck and flexes his muscles to hold him up better, he picks up his pace again and starts fucking you hard and fast. He groans into your ear and starts whispering dirty things into your ear. The faster he goes the closer you feel to your climax.

He brings his elbows closer together so that you are wedged tighter between his arms. “Fuck, mon amour,” he whines, “I’m going to cum in you.” You hum and arch your back.

“Please do.”

He fucks you deep and hard, each thrust filled with overflowing love and passion. Kylian lets out a low growl into your ear and in one more powerful thrust, he fills you up with his warm sticky cum. But he’s relentless, he continues to fuck you through his climax. You whine and mewl, you feel so full with both his thick cock and cum shoved in you, in no time you feel your orgasm crashing through your body.

Kylian continues to thrust in and out of you as you both ride out your highs. Once you’ve both calmed down he slides off of you and helps you fix your nightgown before putting on his own shorts. He pulls you close to him and covers you both with his blanket.

“This birthday is off to a great start.” Kylian’s remark pulls a giggle from you and in turn him as well.

As the ripples of laughter begin to settle down, the door to your bedroom opens pulling your attention away from each other. In walks your oldest daughter Noémie holding hands with her younger brother Éliot and sister Josephine. Noémie, your firstborn, clutches onto Éliot, the most recent addition to the household. As the oldest child, it isn’t uncommon for Noémie to guide her siblings to where they need or want to be.

Suddenly, Éliot yanks his hand from the grip of his sister and begins to waddle towards the bed, “Mama!” 

Increasing in his speed, you can’t help but become worried. He still isn’t the most stable on his two legs, and the last thing you want is to search for the first aid box, “Careful darling…” You warn, already holding out the arm to support him for when he climbs onto the bed. 

Following behind, Noémie and Josephine shuffle across the carpet, clearly still not accustomed to the morning light. As Éliot gets comfortable on your lap, Kylian looks over to Noémie, who’s unusually quiet, “Everything okay?”

Noémie nods slowly, “Just sleepy! Happy birthday daddy!”

Josephine follows her sisters actions and scrambles to get on the bed to sit on her fathers lap, “happy birthday dada!” she babbles before throwing her arms around Kylians neck. He smiles at the action and gestures for Noémie to join her sister on the bed. Josephine sits between Kylian and you and leans against her father.

“Thank you my babies, I love you all so much.”

You smile at the heartwarming scene in front of you. You can only hope Kylian enjoys the day you and the kids planned for him today. Kylian looks up at you, admiration in his eyes. It’s clear to him there’s no place he’d rather be and just how blessed he is.

[sagesworld17]

for mbappe can you write a smut where you ride him because he’s so exhausted

i hope it’s not to short and that you’ll like it, thanks for the request(:

kylian mbappe x f!reader

!WARNING! smut

“YES” i screamed as he scored a second goal in the 86th minute. PGS was now in the lead. It was a really important game since it was the finale for Coupe de France. The next few minutes were really intense and when the referee blew the whistle at the end of the game I ran down to the pitch to congratulate him. He and his teammates were celebrating and jumping around in a circle. When he noticed I was down on the grass he ran over to me and picked me up, spinning me around. When he finally put me on the ground I gave him a quick peck “I’m so proud of you, you killed it today.” He couldn’t hold back and smile when he thanked me. He hugged me again before saying “Wait for me in the car, I’ll go get changed and we can go home amour.” “Don’t you wanna celebrate with your friends?” “No i’m too tired” I nodded and left for the car. I was waiting for about 20 minutes when the passengers seat finally opened. He threw his bag in the back as I drove off. “If you’re hungry I have some left over pizza.” I glanced at him and smiled. “Alright, thank you ange”. We were quite for the rest of the ride. It was obviously how drained he was.

I thought he would already be asleep by the time I got out of the shower but when I hopped into bed next to him I felt his hands on my hips pulling me close to him. I turned around and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Can’t sleep?” he nodded.

“I could help with that” i said, kissing his lips. “As much as I would love to fuck you, I’m way too tired ange, i’m sorry.” My hand trailed down his bare chest to the rim of his boxers. “You don’t have to do anything, let me take care of you” I whispered in his ear. Soon after saying that I felt him pull my body on top of his. Even though he was tired I decided to tease him for a little bit.

I started kissing his neck, sucking on his soft spot, a quiet moan escaping his lips. He bucked his hips up in anticipation which made me moan in return. I could feel his erection, a pool forming in my underwear. “Don’t be a tease” he pleaded, looking up at me with his gorgeous dark eyes. “Hmm okay. But just because you deserve a reward after today” I winked at him. I was never the dominant one in bed but by the colour of his cheeks right now, I could tell he liked it. I got off of him to take of my underwear while he pulled off his boxers. I quickly climbed back on him, his hands finding my hips as I slowly sank down on him. We both moaned and I leaned down, kissing him to drown away the sounds. I started moving up and down slowly. I placed my hands on his chest for support as I started to move faster and faster. His hands were gripping my waist so tight it was sure going to leave a mark. I threw my head back at the amount of pleasure.

“Si belle” he praised between quiet pants. He bucked his hips up to meet mine, a loud moan escaping my mouth, as he hit just the right spot. “Right there?” he asked, bucking his hips up again. “Mmmhm” i managed to respond. I could feel him twitching inside me, both of us nearing our climax. My legs started shaking slightly, when I felt him release inside of me just as I came undone. My moving slowed down and I layed down on his chest, once he pulled out. I was breathing heavily and I felt him kiss the top of my head. I slid off of him to lay by his side with my head on his chest and pulled the covers over us.

“Well now you’re not the only one that’s tired.” I said jokingly and he chuckled at my statement. “Maybe I should make you tired more often.”

“I wouldn’t mind that.”

[ao3feed-football]

Loving him was blue.

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2GmmCtb

by avsensio

Words: 1174, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: men's football, men's soccer, Football - Fandom, Soccer - Fandom, football imagine, soccer imagine, kylian mbappe - Fandom, kylian mbappe imagine, psg - Fandom, Paris Saint Germain - Fandom

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Kylian Mbappé, Female Reader - Character, Y/n - Character

Relationships: footballer x reader - Relationship

Additional Tags: Love, Fluff, Football

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2GmmCtb

[blueaetherr]

colours

pairing: kylian mbappe x fem!reader [she/her]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where kylian enjoys every colour on the reader

"What's your favourite colour?"

Weirdly, it was a question Kylian got a lot, both from being famous and just as a random query. It was asked in his social media comments, during some Insta lives he routinely did, or even asked by kids simply out of curiosity or when he was getting to know someone for the first time. It was a question both frequently yet rarely asked depending on the setting and people around him.

And on this particular day it was brought up by his partner, Y/N, as they were sat in their back garden enjoying the peace of nature and absence of disruption, slowly swaying and rocking on the swing chair.

"What?" Kylian let out a small laugh as he turned to his partner. He took off his sunglasses so he could see her properly, tilting his head. "What has you thinking about what my favourite colour is right now?" 

Curiosity—curious, like every other kid that has asked him the same question before—was on his mind, curious as to why Y/N was asking that question; so particular and personal. They have been together for some time now so he found it very random to bring up out of the blue.

"I've realised that I actually don't know," she shrugged. Y/N was a spontaneous person, in mind, soul and body but especially mind meaning thoughts, opinions and questions chose to come to mind at the most inconvenient times. She turned her body towards Kylian, leaning her cheek against her palm. "I don't think you're really attached to one colour so it's hard to guess. So I'm going to ask... what's your favourite colour, Kylian?"

"Okay, okay!" Again, Kylian had to laugh just a little bit more. It was the determination in Y/N's voice and tone that got to him. "Right, uh, let me think about it..."

Kylian had to really take his time thinking about his answer. In truth, the way Y/N didn't know his favourite colour, he too was clueless about the answer—he just didn't know. When he really did have the chance to lean back and think about it, it all depended on many factors, such as the occasion, his mood and even Y/N herself.

The first colours that came to mind were red and blue. PSG and France colours and Kylian favoured both of them on Y/N—a clear sign of her association with him. She repped those colours from time to time yet enough for Kylian to express such pride over his girlfriend. In times of support when she was at his games or during their intimate moments, he always found so much pleasure and contentment whenever she wore those colours.

Distancing her person from his own, he thought about pink; Y/N's favourite colour, her colour, something Kylian caught a sense of the moment he stepped into her childhood bedroom some years ago. It was her adolescent years yet it still managed to follow her into adulthood, from the primal makeup choices like blush, the accessories she wore or even her favourite album cover being Over It. Pink wasn't as present now compared to before; regardless it remained Y/N's personality—bright and expressive, and everything Kylian fell in love with.

But sometimes Y/N liked to venture away from the bright and expressive and found black and white. The combination was the dress code she had for working in corporate, the mix Kylian could comfortably buy for knowing Y/N would always be pleased with his purchases because you can never go wrong with black and white. To Kylian, the combo was a simple reminder of everything she worked hard for and the fact that if they were both dressed in white and black, she would gracefully outdress him.

Though the colour grey also remained a strong contender as his favourite. It was her cosy colour, their cosy colour. Whenever the couple were lounging together at home, whenever it was game night with family and friends – all in sweats, beanies and hoodies galore, setting the tone right for movie nights, a lazy day or a walk around the neighbour. In simple, perfect for their domestic leisure time together, where the focus was on one another and they could kiss and mess around as they pleased.

And just like red and blue, Kylian really loved green and yellow on Y/N. Nature's colours, and suited her perfectly—always and currently. The green grass in their back garden resting softly against her whenever she sat in it, the afternoon sun complimenting her skin complexion far more than enough, her green and yellow sundress highlighting her natural figure that only Kylian got to see and know truly.

"Honestly, I don't have one," Kylian exhaled deeply, shrugging with a smile, "Like, every colour works for me." i like every colour because they work so well for you.

Y/N's face settled into a frown, unimpressed. Was it wrong for her to expect more from such a simple question? "That's such a boring answer." She glanced around quickly before her eyes landed on Kylian's vest. "I'm just going to say it's white."

"Then I guess it's white," Kylian rolled his eyes before bringing Y/N closer to him, allowing the two to continue swaying and rocking in the swing chair as they shared a few laughs together. 

And Kylian didn't feel the need to argue with Y/N's words. His favourite colour was red, blue, pink, black, white, grey, green, yellow—if anyone was to ask him sometime soon or later, he could say one, a few or maybe even all of them. It didn't matter when they all suited his girlfriend just right.

[letmeapologise]

❝ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ❞

↳ 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲. 𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬. 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐝𝐜 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬. 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐨𝐲 ༊*·˚

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 ⌇ 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 !

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐬 ੈ✩‧₊˚

𝐩𝐨𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧. 𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧. 𝐨𝐛𝐢-𝐰𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐢. 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫. 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧

.ೃ 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 ✰ ´ˎ˗

𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐳. 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐣𝐨𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦. 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬. 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚. 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐭𝐚. 𝐱𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨. 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬. 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐦𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐡. 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬. 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐤𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐲𝐧𝐞. 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

౨ৎ 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝 ⌇ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬. 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢. 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲. 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮. 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 ⑅·˚

౨ৎ 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦 ⌇ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐮𝐩𝐬 𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬. 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 ⑅·˚

౨ৎ 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐳𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐢 ⌇ 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⑅·˚

౨ৎ 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐥 𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐣𝐤 ⌇ 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 ⑅·˚

౨ৎ 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 ⌇ 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭. 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 ⑅·˚

౨ৎ 𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 ⌇ 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫. 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟. 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫. 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰 𝐦𝐞. 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥. 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐞. 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 ⑅·˚

౨ৎ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 ⌇ 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 ⑅·˚

ೀ.ᐟ⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲 *ೃ༄

𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 "𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭" 𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲. 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 "𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐩" 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡. 𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠. 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐞 "𝐠𝐚𝐳" 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨 *ೃ༄

𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨. 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚. 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐭. 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 𝐦𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐨. 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲

ೄྀ࿐ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲. 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤

➶-͙˚ ༘✶𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 ✧˖*°࿐

𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨'𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚. 𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐝𝐜 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬 *ೃ✧˚

𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫. 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰

➶ ｡˚ ° 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐨𝐲 *. ⋆

𝐫𝐚'𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡. 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥. 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥

౨ৎ 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐝 "𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲" 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧 ⌇ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨 ⑅·˚

౨ৎ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬 "𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞" 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲 ⌇ 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⑅·˚

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

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❝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 ❞

.ೃ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ! 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫 ✰ ´ˎ˗

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⌇ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೀ.ᐟ⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐧 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 *ೃ༄

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⌇ 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝟏.𝟏𝐤 !

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐢'𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢'𝐦 𝟏𝟔 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐜. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐟𝐫. 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

“LEAVE SOME FOR THE KIDS!” you exclaimed, half-groaning as your boyfriend shovelled more and more sweets and chocolates out of the bowl you had placed them in just ten minutes ago. He chuckled, eyeing out the window and watching as groups of children and teenagers walked up and past your road in various costumes; a pirate, a scream killer, a ghostbuster, and a witch giving your house the quick one-two and pointing at it.

You grinned to yourself, grabbing the bowl off of the table and out of your boyfriend’s grasp as he frowned at you — brows knit together, almost pouting. You glared at him, silently passing a few of the snacks out of the bowl in your arms and onto the table — scoffing as you did so. Kylian gratefully took them, unravelling the wrapper and placing it in the forming hill of packaging. You had prided yourself on the Halloween decorations set up outside your house, a string of orange, purple, green, and red lights outside railing around the house. As well as a fake gravestone, giant spider, and pop up ghosts that shot up and made you laugh every time a toddler came too close and got scared by it.

Kylian, however, seemed too distracted by the extra assortment of snacks you had prepared; especially the Halloween-themed food. The doorbell rang — you were already making your way towards it with the bowl in hand as you had been watching them scouting the area for potential houses to get food from. “Trick or Treat!” they exclaimed in unison, small orange and purple bags in hand likely for the food you were about to give them; you had to hold back from audibly saying ‘aww’ as you pouted at the kids.

You grinned at them, handing them some food out of your bowl and then waving them off, Kylian still occupied eating the remaining snacks off of the table — you simply rolled your eyes. He was chewing on what you assumed was another chocolate, and gazed over at the mound of wrappers on the table in front of him, snatching it into your hand and walking up to the bin as he practically snorted at you. “Mon migon, please, a few more.” You chuckled softly to yourself, shaking your head whilst he gazed at you with his head tilted and keen eyes, brows raised. 

“I’m not falling for that, Ky,” you turned away from him as he tucked in his bottom lip after failing to woo you over to him and giving him more food, looking out the window at more kids coming up the street. He attempted to concoct a plan in his head while you were occupied in the kitchen – actually, what were you doing in the kitchen?

Kylian leaned back on his chair, trying to peek around the wall and into the kitchen, you were standing there with your back to him and hands rummaging through a cupboard below the sink. The doorbell rang again and he smacked his head to the side to look in the direction of the sound, then at you with the bowl, unaware of the kids at the door.

“Chérie?” Kylian stood up, head drawn between the expecting kids at the door and you in the kitchen. He stalked towards you, poking his head through the doorframe and watching you with wide open eyes, looking between you and the bowl. Earplugs adorning your ears, a soft tune radiating off of your head, and he tapped you softly on the shoulder. “There are children at the door,” he stated, hand reaching for the bowl in front of you which you swatted away.

He furrowed his brows at you, frowning, then half-laughing as you took the objects out of your ears and blocking your hearing; glaring at him expectantly. “You’re gonna eat all of them?” you questioned, eyes narrowing interrogatively while placing the earplugs down onto the kitchen counter and your hands on your hips.

He grinned, rolling his eyes and looking down at you with a coy smirk. Kylian shook his head, pointing at the direction towards the door, and you peered over his shoulder on your tiptoes — then grabbed the bowl, Kylian snatching one sneakily as you walked past and quickly placing it into his pocket. You finally made your way to the door, bowl balanced on one palm and pressed against your chest.

Kylian railing behind you with his hands in his pockets, the door opened and kids yelled in excitement, then directed their attention to the man behind you. “He looks like Mbappé,” one of them whispered in hushed tones to another, they looked at him with a familiar glint in their eye, a childish sense of adoration sparkling in their line of vision.

You turned behind you, widening your eyes. “Ky—“ you paused, immediately giving his identity away to the kids, then murmured profanities under your breath. You turned back round, breath hitching, his arms now wrapped around your shoulders rubbing comforting touches into your clothed skin. You handed over a couple of bars into each of the kids’ hands who walked away from the house hesitantly, eyes drawn to Kylian behind you, and you closed the door.

You scoffed, turning behind you and glaring at him. He shrugged, pulling the chocolate out of his pocket and unwrapping it while staring at you, smiling cockily, and throwing the unwrapped treat into his mouth. You huffed, holding in a silent laugh and then moving past him into the living room. “When we have kids they’re gonna hate you every single Halloween, you do know that?” you side eyed him as he approached you, leaning over the sofa in which you had recently sat in and shrugging. 

His eyes wrinkled at their corners as he beamed at you, unable to hold in his childish endeavors. “When are we gonna have kids then?” he teased, arms either side of you. You tilted your head at him and grinned, standing up alongside him and making your way up the stairs. “Ignore the doorbell whenever it goes off then,” he winked, taking your hand in his. “Guess I’ll get all the snacks,” he chuckled, and you hummed in satisfaction, holding in a laugh.

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

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❝ 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ❞

.ೃ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ! 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬' 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐧 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟕 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐬𝐠 ? ✰ ´ˎ˗

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⌇ 𝟐𝟑 𝐒𝐄𝐏 '𝟐𝟑 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⌇ 𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⌇ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞-𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐨. 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐦. 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ੈ✩‧₊˚

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⌇ 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝐧/𝐚 !

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢 𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬' 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 (𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄). 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 ੈ✩‧₊˚

𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐬 ! 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭 !

.ೃ 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 ✰ ´ˎ˗

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡. 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬

ೀ.ᐟ⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐/ 𝟐𝟑 𝐬𝐳𝐧 *ೃ༄

𝟎𝟔 𝐚𝐮𝐠 '𝟐𝟐 ⌇ 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭 @ 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝟏𝟑 𝐚𝐮𝐠 '𝟐𝟐 ⌇ 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫 @ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝟐𝟏 𝐚𝐮𝐠 '𝟐𝟐 ⌇ 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 @ 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝟐𝟖 𝐚𝐮𝐠 '𝟐𝟐 ⌇ 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐨 @ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝟑𝟏 𝐚𝐮𝐠 '𝟐𝟐 ⌇ 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 @ 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝟎𝟑 𝐬𝐞𝐩 '𝟐𝟐 ⌇ 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬 @ 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝟏𝟎 𝐬𝐞𝐩 '𝟐𝟐 ⌇ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 @ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝟏𝟖 𝐬𝐞𝐩 '𝟐𝟐 ⌇ 𝐥𝐲𝐨𝐧 @ 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝟎𝟏 𝐨𝐜𝐭 '𝟐𝟐 ⌇ 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 @ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝟎𝟖 𝐨𝐜𝐭 '𝟐𝟐 ⌇ 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐦𝐬 @ 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝟏𝟔 𝐨𝐜𝐭 '𝟐𝟐 ⌇ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 @ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝟐𝟏 𝐨𝐜𝐭 '𝟐𝟐 ⌇ 𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐨 @ 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝟐𝟗 𝐨𝐜𝐭 '𝟐𝟐 ⌇ 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐬 @ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝟎𝟔 𝐧𝐨𝐯 '𝟐𝟐 ⌇ 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 @ 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝟏𝟑 𝐧𝐨𝐯 '𝟐𝟐 ⌇ 𝐚𝐮𝐱𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 @ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝟐𝟖 𝐝𝐞𝐜 '𝟐𝟐 ⌇ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐠 @ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝟎𝟏 𝐣𝐚𝐧 '𝟐𝟑 ⌇ 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐬 @ 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝟏𝟏 𝐣𝐚𝐧 '𝟐𝟑 ⌇ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 @ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝟏𝟓 𝐣𝐚𝐧 '𝟐𝟑 ⌇ 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬 @ 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝟐𝟗 𝐣𝐚𝐧 '𝟐𝟑 ⌇ 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐦𝐬 @ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝟎𝟏 𝐟𝐞𝐛 '𝟐𝟑 ⌇ 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫 @ 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝟎𝟒 𝐟𝐞𝐛 '𝟐𝟑 ⌇ 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 @ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝟏𝟏 𝐟𝐞𝐛 '𝟐𝟑 ⌇ 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐨 @ 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝟏𝟗 𝐟𝐞𝐛 '𝟐𝟑 ⌇ 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 @ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝟐𝟔 𝐟𝐞𝐛 '𝟐𝟑 ⌇ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 @ 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝟎𝟒 𝐦𝐚𝐫 '𝟐𝟑 ⌇ 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬 @ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝟏𝟏 𝐦𝐚𝐫 '𝟐𝟑 ⌇ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 @ 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝟏𝟗 𝐦𝐚𝐫 '𝟐𝟑 ⌇ 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬 @ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝟎𝟐 𝐚𝐩𝐫 '𝟐𝟑 ⌇ 𝐥𝐲𝐨𝐧 @ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝟎𝟖 𝐚𝐩𝐫 '𝟐𝟑 ⌇ 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 @ 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝟏𝟓 𝐚𝐩𝐫 '𝟐𝟑 ⌇ 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐬 @ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝟐𝟏 𝐚𝐩𝐫 '𝟐𝟑 ⌇ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 @ 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝟑𝟎 𝐚𝐩𝐫 '𝟐𝟑 ⌇ 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 @ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝟎𝟕 𝐦𝐚𝐲 '𝟐𝟑 ⌇ 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐬 @ 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝟏𝟑 𝐦𝐚𝐲 '𝟐𝟑 ⌇ 𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐨 @ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝟐𝟏 𝐦𝐚𝐲 '𝟐𝟑 ⌇ 𝐚𝐮𝐱𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 @ 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝟐𝟕 𝐦𝐚𝐲 '𝟐𝟑 ⌇ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐠 @ 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝟎𝟑 𝐣𝐮𝐧 '𝟐𝟑 ⌇ 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭 @ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 *ೃ༄

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

౨ৎ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬' 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 ⑅·˚

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

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❝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬' 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 ❞

.ೃ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ! 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬' 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭-𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✰ ´ˎ˗

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⌇ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞-𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐨. 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐦. 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೀ.ᐟ⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲. 𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐮 𝐩𝐬𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐬𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐳 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐳 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐳 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐠𝐨. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 *ೃ༄

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ༊*·˚

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 !

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐒𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐒' 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌

𝟐𝐡 𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝟏𝟒:𝟏𝟒

Marie Henry, the rising star from Ligue 1's Monaco and daughter of Arsenal legend Thierry Henry, is about to make history. The eighteen-year-old is set to become the first woman in Paris Saint-Germain, the men's professional team. This bold move follows FIFA's recent criticism for failing to introduce mixed-gender teams. The youngster is boldly stepping into uncharted territory, serving as a test model for what could be a transformative era in professional football.

According to sources at Sky in France, a mutual agreement has been reached between both clubs regarding the acquisition of the striker. Reports indicate that the player is currently undergoing medical examinations this afternoon and upon successful completion, the teenager is poised to transition from Monaco to PSG in a transfer deal valued at €56 million.

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐬𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝟐𝟓,𝟑𝟖𝟑,𝟗𝟏𝟒 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 incoming

𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

𝐩𝐬𝐠 #mariehenryrevolution💥🇫🇷 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲

_𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐢 bonne chance mon ami 😋 ⤷ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 merci bébé 🫶

𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐬 👀 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲

𝐣𝐝𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬 get back to the kitchen

𝐩𝐬𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 bienvenue au psg ! 🤝

𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢 allez allez allez ! 🚀 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞is this a joke likeeee

𝐣𝐝𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 should've come to the prem 🙄🙄

𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐞 another henry masterclass incoming...

𝐜𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 my 5 y/o brother could play better than u 😂😂 ⤷ 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐫𝐚𝐲 keep ur insecurities to urself 2 incher xx

𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 • 𝐝𝐚𝐝! 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

Based on this scenario I got: No but imagine Kylian and you comparing baby pics😭😭😭 And you guys play fight about how your baby will look more like. Omg he makes a side by side of you two , and posts it as a poll. He asks his followers who they think has the stronger genes. Omg and when you’re baby is finally born she looks exactly like Kylian, but as she gets older she has the same face moles that you have. When he finally posts the baby his caption is, “well I guess my competitiveness has no limits. Cause our baby looks exactly like me. It looks like I gave birth to her myself🫃🏽🤣”

Genre: fluff

Pairing: kylian mbappe x f reader, dad! Kylian

Warning: none really. Kylian being a meanie I guess

Author note: I write so slow, Sorry. Also I didn't mean to make the reader white. It's just the picture. You can insert yourself as a POC

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You held your daughter in your arms admiring her. An hour ago you just gave birth. Amelia Mbappe is her name. You and kylian waited months for her and she was finally here in your arms. You couldn’t stop staring at her.

“Can’t believe she’s real.” Kylian had a smile on his face. He walked over to the hospital bed, looking down at the little baby. He had his shirt off ready for skin to skin with her.

“I know I can’t believe it either.” You whispered. You leaned down placing a soft kiss on the top of Amelia’s head that was covered in tiny brown locks.

“kylian sat down in the bed beside you. You gently handed Amelia over to him. Instantly kylian tensed up. he’s held plenty of babies before, and sure he was gentle with them all, but this time… this time it was different.

This was his baby. His own bundle of joy He created with you. She was so tiny and fragile. He was afraid he was going to break her.

“Support her head.”

You watched as kylian rested Amelia’s head on his arm. The baby cooed softly, stirring but not waking.

“She’s so perfect.”

“Yeah, she’s your mini me.” You said. Kylian looked up at you. “you’re not wrong there.” Kylian laughed. “Remember when we debated on how she was going to look?”

You chuckled. “Oh yeah I remember like it was yesterday.

Flashback to three years before

“Who do you think our future kids will look like more?” You whispered into the darkness.

You and kylian were wide awake at 1am due to your mid day naps. Now the most random topics were being thrown out to make up for it. This one caught kylian off guard.

“Our future kids huh?”

“Yeah..” you sat up, leaning against your hand to look at kylian the best you could with the help of the moonlight streaming through the window.

“You want kids right?” Kylian hummed a yes so you continued. “So who do you think they’ll look like more? Me or you?”

“well.” A sigh left kylian lips. He rested his hands behind his head. He had a smirk on his face which shows you he’s about to say something you’ll most likely hate.

“I think our kids will look like me. You know my family genes are strong Chéri.”

“Hey!” You knitted your eyebrows ”You think my family doesn’t have good genes?”

“I’m not saying they don’t, but mine are stronger therefore mine will win and our kids will look just like me.”

You scoffed, hitting kylian chest. “I cannot believe you right now.”

You laid back down on your back with a huff.

“well you wanted my opinion Mon amour, so I gave it.” Kylian pulled you into his chest. His hand stroked your lower back. You relaxed into his touch.

“Well we’ll see. I do think they’ll look more like me though.” You muttered while sleep started to take over you.

--

“I was really hoping she’d look like me, but unfortunately you were right. Your genes are stronger.”

Kylian let out a laugh. “don’t worry, maybe our next kid will look just like you.”

Amelia started to fuss in Amelia’s arms. She was hungry. You took her back in your arms to start feeding.

A few weeks had passed since you had Amelia. Everyday with her has been a joy for you and kylian. She was a calm baby, rarely ever fussed or cried which you both were very grateful for.

This morning you both were up at 9am due to feeding Amelia. As the girl feed in your arms you and kylian sat up against the headboard.

“Do you think it’s time to introduce her to the world?” kylian asked. He looked up at you waiting for an answer.

Everyone knew you had the baby already. It wasn’t a secret since kylian told social media as soon as you made it home from the hospital. They have yet to see Amelia’s face though. You wanted to give her some privacy and only show her face a little bit.

“Do you think it’s time?” you asked Kylian. You began to burp her because she was done eating.

“Yeah. It’s been a couple of weeks. I think we should give the world a little glimpse of our Ange.” Kylian ran his large hand over Amelia’s tiny back as she rested on your chest.

“Well let’s show her.”

Kylian scrolled through several pictures of you and Amelia he took over the past few weeks before he settled on one to post on Instagram.

He began typing a caption.

Well I guess my competitiveness has no limits. Cause our baby looks exactly like me. It looks like I gave birth to her myself

Kylian laughed as he finished typing. You looked at him with a frown. “What?”

All kylian did was shake his head while he pressed post.

“Don’t worry about it.” He placed his phone on the bedside table and took Amelia from your arms. “Now lemme cuddle with Ma princesse.” He placed several gentle kisses on her head before laying down with her.

You picked up your phone opening social media. The first thing to pop up was kylian post. You read the caption.

“Ky, are you serious?” you rolled your eyes and turned to your husband. He was smirking. “je suis désolé mon amour.” I’m sorry love

“Sure you are.”

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

PR or more • kylian mbappe | prt one

SUMMARY: you and kylian are in a PR relationship to boost your career, but there was one small problem.. you both hated each other! Or did you....

WARNING: they hate each other I guess

PAIRING: kylian mbappe x f reader

GENRE: mix or angst and fluff

WORD COUNT: 900

Don't repost my work or I'll come for you

I'll write a part two don't worry

Masterlist coming soon

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Kylian eyes were focused on the road in front of you both. His grip was tight on the steering wheel. Not one word was said between the both of you as you rode in silence.

You both were on your way to a charity event. For the past 3 months you have been in a PR relationship with each other. You were a model who’s career needed a little boosting and your managers thought you being with kylian, the very popular football/soccer player, was the best idea for you.

Sure it was, but there was one small hiccup: you both hated each other’s guts. When you were “acting” like you both were in love you were down each other’s throats or throwing each other dirty looks. Your managers believed you could get along eventually but at this rate it wasn’t happening. You couldn’t stand each other.

“Ok.” Kylian said as he parked his car. “we’re here.” You sighed as you unbuckled your seatbelt “don’t touch me when we’re out of sight of the cameras.” You said with a stern tone.

“I wasn’t planning on it anyways.” Kylian replied as he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened his door. You rolled your eyes as you opened your door. You and kylian meet at the front of the car. Camera men started swarming you both. You put on a fake smile. Kylian hand reached out and folded with yours. A little bit of butterflies erupt in your stomach. You don’t know why they formed but You ignored them.

You and kylian walked up to the red carpet. You both posed Separately for the cameras. You made sure they got all your best angles, you were good at that.

After a while kylian returned to your side. If you wanted people to believe you were actually together you needed to get some pictures together.

The room around you started to buzz. This was your first appearance with you both together and they were loving it.

You tried your best to keep the lovey dovey image up, looking at kylian every few seconds with a smile and keeping close to him. At this point you could be an actress.

After a few minutes you were getting sick of the carpet. Kylian was too. Before you could step away one of the cameramen shouted out, “share a kiss.”

You and kylian looked at each other. You weren’t sure if you should or shouldn’t. I mean you both hated each other’s guts and it was the last thing you wanted to do.. right?

Before you could question if you should or shouldn’t, kylian started leaning down. Even though you were shocked you pressed your lips against his.

The cameras flashed capturing the moment between you two. The same butterflies from earlier returned as you kissed him. His lips were soft and inviting. You hated how much you liked it.

When you pulled away you looked at kylian. You can see a hint of read on his cheek making you smirk.

“ok got go.” You said as you took kylian hand in yours and walked into the building.

Finally you were able to separate from one another which brought you some relief. The kiss you just shared was all that clouded your mind as you tried chatted with others around you. You weren’t going to deny that you loved it. It was awful how you loved it. You wish you could stop thinking about it but you couldn’t .

Kylian was feeling the same way. The kiss was something he never had before. He craved more of you.

You and kylian were finally done with the event. It went smoothly and even your mangers said you did a great job together.

you got back into the car and began driving back home.

“Drop me off at my place. I need a nice cold shower and some sleep.” Kylian grunted but didn’t say anything else as he drove to your place.

When you arrived you got out without saying a word to kylian. He watched as you walked up to the door, made sure you were safely inside before he pulled off. He always did that. Even though you both were the biggest enemies your safety was still very important to him.

You got yourself ready for bed. Changed into pajamas, did your skincare and locked up before you climbed under the covers. You sighed feeling how cozy you were. If you could stay in bed all day you would, but unfortunately you had a stinking fake relationship to partake in.

As you shut your eyes. You heard your phone buzz singling to you, you had a notification. You picked it up with a groan. Who the hell would be texting you at this time at night?

Kylian:

Good night hope you have a nice rest 💙

Those same butterflies from earlier returned, but this time much stronger. Kylian never messaged you. You wondered what was different.

You sent him a quick text saying goodnight as well. After a couple seconds kylian replied with a red heart. He was cute you thought to yourself as you cracked a short smile.

You were fucked.

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 • 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

Summary from my scenarios: a kylian fic where you both broke up but neither you or Kylian can have sex with anyone else so you both run back to each other for a night of passion

GENRE: SMUT

WARNING: NSFW, unprotected sex, intercourse

PAIRING: kylian mbappe x f reader

AUTHOR NOTE: I wrote this in first person. tell me if you like it!!

Kylian master list coming soon. I promise

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No matter how hard I tried, kylian clouded my mind. We broke up three months ago. We both were drifting apart due to work so mutually we both decided to end it. Even though we ended it, I still felt loyal to kylian.

Every guy that approached me, I rejected him. They just weren’t kylian mbappe.

Unbeknown to you, kylian was feeling the same way. No matter how many girls approached him, he couldn’t be with them. These past three months without you were hell for him. He needed you in his life badly.

I was sitting in my bed when my phone rung. Picking it up, I saw who was calling. Butterflies filled my stomach.

“kylian?” you asked as you answer the phone.

“Hi, Ange.”

I felt another wave of butterflies at the nickname. He always called me that when we were together.

“hi kylian. What’s wrong?”

“um are you alone? I need to ask you something.”

I was starting to get nervous. “yes I’m alone Ky. What is it?”

I heard a sigh on the other the end before kylian spoke.

“Y/n, I need you. I miss your touch, I miss your body. I can’t be with anyone when you’re on my mind. I need you so bad Bébé.”

“kylian..” I sighed. “do you want me to come over?”

A short silence was Heard on the other end. My heart slammed against my chest as I waited for him to answer.

“No. I’m already outside. Open the door Amour.”

I wasted no time. I hung up the phone, climbing out of bed to go to the front door.

Before I opened it, I paused for a second. I didn’t want to seem desperate even though I was.

The second the door opened kylian was on me. Our lips met making you groan. God, I missed him so much. Those three months apart were too much for the both of us. We needed to be together.

Kylian hands found the bottom of my shirt. His warm hands moved up my body till they found my boobs. He rolled the bud in between his finger making me moan and pull away from his desperate lips.

“Fuck, I need you so bad baby. You don’t understand.” Kylian muttered out of breath.

“show me then kylian.”

Kylian took my hand, dragging me to the bedroom. I removed my clothes once inside the room before laying down on the bed.

Kylian pulled off his shirt before climbing over top of you.

“you want me to show you?” kylian took a hold of my thigh, pulling me to the edge of the bed. “Putain, cette chatte me manque." (Fuck I miss this pussy)

I shuttered at kylian deep ton. I watched as he took his cock in his hands. He stroked himself a couple of times before pressing his tip at your tight hole.

Kylian eyes stayed on me as he thrust into me slowly. My back arched off the bed as he got deeper and deeper, filling me up. I definitely missed this feeling.

Kylian hands tighten on my waist, a deep grunt falling off his lips. “you ready for me to move Amour?”

All I could do was nod. I know if I speak my words would be squeaky .

Kylian pulled out before slamming back into me.

At first it was slow, but after a couple more thrust and kylian speed was fast. I was growing wetter making it easy for kylian to drive into me.

My toes curled as kylian pushed my legs against my body making a new angle.

“you like that huh?” kylian said through heavy breath. “like when I fuck this pussy?” He growled.

I couldn’t say a word. My moans flooded the room. It felt amazing to have kylian in you again.

“Nobody else can have this pussy. This pussy is all mine. Say it’s mine, Putain, dis que c'est min.”

I shudder looking at kylian. “its yours kylian. It’s all yours.”

Kylian growled. He leaned down kissing me.

When he pulled away, his fingers found the bundle of nerve in between our bodies. A whined left my lips and I arched my back.

“ky, I’m going to cum. Don’t stop baby.” I said as a tear fell from my eyes. The pleasure was so good.

“Im not going to baby. Cum for me Ange.”

Kylian slammed into me once more and that was enough. My mouth fell open as my orgasm rippled through my body.

Kylian wasn’t far behind me. He came in me with a loud moan. Sweat dropped down his chest as he breathed hard.

“fuck.” I breathed out, a fucked out smile on my face.

Kylian pulled out of me. I tried to sit up, but kylian wasn’t having it. “we’re not done yet. I gotta make sure you know this pussy is mine.”

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Space part two • kylian mbappe

Part one

Summary: kylian tells you he needs a break from you in the heat of the moment. he soon regretted that

Genre: angst

Warning: none really

Pairing: kylian mbappe x f reader

Word count: 800

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It’s been one and a half weeks since Kylian told you he needed “space”. It’s been absolute hell ever since. After the first day with you being gone he realized he was stupid for pushing you away. His stupidity got the best of him and now he was facing the consequences of his actions.

You not being there to greet him when he came home really affected him. Your absence also affected his performance on the field. Whenever he was in training he was always messing up due to you clouding his mind. It hasn’t been long without you, but to him it felt like a century.

Kylian knew he couldn’t go any longer without you. He needed you there with him and for him. You were the missing piece to his puzzle. He needed his fiancé back. he wasn’t going to stop until he got you back in his life.

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For the past week you’ve been crashing at your friend house. It’s been hard. You missed kylian but you were also mad at him. He pushed you away all over a stupid game. You thought he was going to come to his senses and apologize for what he did, but after a few days of no response from him that dream slowly slipped away.

A sigh fell from your lips as you cuddled into the blanket. You were currently on the couch watching a movie. You were bored out of your mind and was about to fall asleep when there was a Loud knock against the door.

You frowned. It couldn’t be your friend seeing how it was the middle of the day and she was usually at work right now.

You pushed the blanket off of you and walked over to the door.

When you opened it your heart skipped a beat.

“Kylian..”

Kylian stood in front of you his hands were tucked in his pocket as he looked at you. You fucking missed him like crazy. He felt the same way.

“what are you doing here?” you asked him trying to sound angry at him but it came out more soft.

“I need to talk to you.”

You paused for a second. “um yeah sure.”

You opened the door more letting him in. He walked over to the couch, sitting down as you shut the door.

“How’d you know I was here?” you asked him as you say down on the couch. You were sure to leave a little space between the two of you.

“your friend she told me. After she gave me a long talk about how much of an idiot I am.” Kylian laughed dryly before looking at you.

He searched your face. He could see the pain that filled your eyes and that hurt him. He hurt you and he would spend the rest of his life trying to fix it if he needed to.

“Mon amour, I’m sorry. I fucked up and I know it. I let my anger get the best of me and I shouldn’t have let that happen. I know you probably won’t forgive me but I really need you in my life y/n. I need you greeting me at the door, I need to hear your corny jokes when I’m down, I need your body pressed against mine.”

Kylian sighed as he reached out to grab your hand. He was expecting you to pull back but instead you didn’t. Your fingers intertwined with one another’s.

“I need you ok? I don’t need space I need you.”

Your eyes were filled with tears as you looked down at your lap. You didn’t want to cry but you couldn’t help it that a few tears fell from your eyes.

“Ky you really hurt me and that’s not just something I can easily forgive.”

“I know. I’m not saying you have to forgive me ok?”

You looked at him. His soft eyes settled on your face afraid for what your response might be.

“god, I love you so much that I hate it.”

Kylian laughed softly as he reached up to wipe your fallen tears. “I’d spend the rest of my life proving to you that I’m sorry if I need to.”

“you don’t need to. Just.. don’t push me away. Talk to me. If you want time to be upset tell me. I don’t want this to happen again.”

You pulled kylian into a kiss. You melted into his lips. You really missed them.

When you pulled away kylian began digging into his pockets.

“What are you doing?”

“giving you this back.” Kylian pulled out your engagement ring. You laughed as he slipped off the couch and got on his knees.

“mon amour, will you expect my proposal for marriage again?”

You nodded. “yes of course I will.” You held your hand out and kylian slipped the ring on your finger then kissed you.

“I promise you I won’t let you down.” Kylian whispered against your lips as he pulled away from the kiss.

He kept his promise