#paris saint germain

[luvneymar]

# PRINCESS TREATMENT! — footballers

— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballer boyfriend! (part 2!)

CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, light jealously, light sensuality, sexual themes in messi’s drabble

PARINGS: young!messi x reader, young!christiano, barça!neymar x reader, jude bellingham x reader

NOTE: feel free to change anything about the dress or the jewellery 💕

NEYMAR JUNIOR — credit card!

“Angel, o que você está olhando?” Neymar kissed your forehead before plopping down beside you sliding his hand to your waist. You took a sip from your red wine before answering him “Online Shopping.” [What are you looking at?]

You were currently shopping on Van Cleef & Arpels for the trending Vintage Alhambra set, your friend had showed it & you couldn’t help but take and interest in it.

“Hmm, do you like it?” Neymar asked kissing down your neck till he reached your collarbone, you curl your hand around his head as he nipped at your vanilla scented soft skin. “Yeah it’s beautiful. I prefer it in red though.”

You took another sip of your wine as you placed the last item of the set in the cart inching the total amount above 60,000. You took a deep sigh placing your wine cup onto the coffee table in-front of you.

“Something wrong princess?” Neymar asks slightly concerned with the look on your face, you shook your head slowly tapping the arm-rest of the couch with your nails before pulling his head onto your lap with his hair scratching against your exposed thighs.

“Nothing, I just feel bad spending your money.” You muttered out, not used to living such a lavish lifestyle to this degree & having everything at your fingertips was a constant battle with your impulse control issues.

He sat up slowly looking deeply into your eyes, he had a serious look on his face but all you could see was love and affection seeping from his pores every second he stared into your eyes.

“My love, what does life mean for me if I can’t spend money on the woman I love? My money is your money & your money is your money.” Hearing that shut down any type of insecure thoughts still lingering in your mind.

As your eyes focus’s on his he grabbed the back of your neck moving aside any stray hair and pulled you in for a soft kiss. Neymar smiled into the kiss as he can taste your strawberry chapstick on his tongue.

You pull away from the kiss staring at your boyfriend who just sat in front of you with a cocky look on his face wiping away the saliva from his lips as he later back down hands behind his head your exposed lap.

“Buy anything you’d like love, my money is for you & you only.”

CRISTIANO RONALDO — expensive jewelry!

“Which one would you like beautiful? Pick anything you like.” Cristiano whispered into your ear as you skimmed the different glass boxes filled with 24k+ different types of diamonds, golds & other expensive stones.

He had to practically beg you to go out with him today as you were feeling a little down lately but he knew you’d like what you were looking at. “Relax baby I’ll choose one.” You giggled walking to the other side of the boutique to look at the emerald stones.

You weren’t a big fan of dark swampy colours of greens but something about emerald jewels just caught your eye in a way other gems couldn’t; except diamonds of course. Apart from Cristiano; Diamonds were your 1 true love.

“Excuse me how much is—” Just as you were going to ask the salesman the price of the necklace + earrings set you just found Cris had interrupted you placing his hand over your mouth. “Hi can you grab this for us please? Thank you so much.”

As the jeweller prepared the necklace Ronaldo had pulled you into a secluded area of the store placing a finger over his mouth signalling you to be quiet. “Love, don’t ask for the price when you’re out with me. Ever. If you’re with me just ask for what you want.”

“Okay, Mr. Ronaldo.” You pulled him by the tie for a quick kiss where he wrapped his arms around your waist inching his hand down towards your ass giving it a slight squeeze.

You both pulled away walking back to the salesman with his hand still on your ass who was calling your names. “Mr. Ronaldo, this is a 24 carat, hand crafted, €310,000 necklace. All the diamonds here are—”

“I know you’re just doing your job but I’m sure my girlfriend here doesn’t care about all the statistics. Please box it for her & send me the bill.” Cristiano cut the salesman off once he noticed you weren’t paying 1 bit of attention to the details of the necklace + earring’s history.

“Right away.” The jeweller smiled before walking away to get the actual product out the back to begin packaging it. Once he walked away you turned to Cris and pulled him in for a kiss cupping his face.

Once you both pulled away he wiped away some dust from your face with his thumb while staring into your eyes as if he had been hypnotized by you. “What was that for?”

“You don’t like my kisses anymore?” You questioned pulling him to whisper in his ear, he chuckled lowly rubbing circles on your ass.

“No, not that. You rarely kiss me in public if it isn’t a secluded area.” You looked up at him with your (colour) doe eyes as you watched him swallow nervously loosening his tie.

“Well you just bought me €300,000 diamond necklaces. It’s your reward.” Dragging your finger down his chest & looking up at him with your eyes filled with a look of seduction & affection.

“If spoiling my lover gets me rewards like this you can pick out anything you like in the store. We won’t leave till your satisfied.”

JUDE BELLINGHAM — shoe strap!

“Darling are you finish yet? We have to leave soon.” Jude walks into your shared bedroom & watches you finish the final touches of your make up dress still unzipped and different pairs of heels spread around the room.

“Sorry baby, I was having trouble zipping up my dress then I couldn’t pick between a few heels.” Seeing him walk into the room made you go faster than you already were. Feeling his hands on your shoulders calmed you down.

“Don’t stress, I’ll help you.” He motioned you to sit up from the ottoman, feeling his cold hands against your exposed warm back sent electric waves down your spine giving you goosebumps all over your arms.

As Jude’s hands zipped up your dress you stared him through the mirror watching his every move. Once he was done he spun you around and kissed your forehead placing his on-top of yours.

You both stayed in that position for a while before he pulled away and made his way towards your shared walk-in closet coming back your YSL heels. “Oh not those they’re soooo hard to walk in.”

You complained walking towards the bed to pick up a different pair of shoes. He placed the shoe box beside you taking the pair of Red Bottoms and flinging them somewhere around the room. “You look stunning in them, if your feet start to hurt I’ll carry you. Okay?”

“…Okay” You responded sticking out your foot so Jude could put on the first shoe, you felt like Cinderella when she lost her glass shoe & the prince came to personally return it to her.

“Stand up baby.” Jude helped you stand up from the bed as if you were made of glass holding your waist as he hoisted you up.

Jude bent down to adjust the strap of your heel around your ankle, once he was done he lifted your foot to kiss the side of your ankle before going to the other one.

As he did the same to your left foot he hadn’t notice your phone recording him as he looked back and saw you recording a tiktok through the mirror behind you. “Enjoying showing me off?”

You giggled pulling your foot away once he was done he placed your foot on the ground and stood back up, you placed your phone in your purse and turned around to place it on the bed putting in your lip-gloss & power in your bag.

As you put the rest of your items in your bag you felt Jude’s hands slip around your waist pulling you closer towards his body, you hadn’t thought anything of it until you felt something firm against your ass.

“Is that what I think it is?” You turned around to face him looking into his brown eyes which was filled lust & affection. He took your hand and tried to place it on his hard-on. Just for you to pull away.

“Uh huh, We’re going to this dinner Mr.” You pulled away and walked away towards the hallway with Jude jogging right behind you

“Can we at-least leave halfway?” He asked stopping you by grabbing onto your hand intertwining your fingers with his. “Maybe.”

“God you drive me absolutely insane baby.”

LIONEL MESSI — shopping spree!

“Sweetheart are you done yet?” Leo asked from outside the dressing room where you were currently trying on your 7th dress from the store.

You had asked to spend the day with him & when he decided to go to a shopping centre you knew were going to walk out of their a few thousand dollars poorer.

Lionel loved spending money on you as he saw how happy you looked dressing up for different events you both attended like dates, galas, award shows, games & everything else between the lines.

“Yeah I just need help with the zipper!” You opened the door of the change room and came out a in a tight black dress decorated in gold chains, you fell in-love with the dress the moment you saw lily were it the MET GALA & Leo just had to get it for you.

As you spun looking at yourself in mirror enjoying the dress Leo couldn’t help but stare at you in awe almost dropping all the shopping bags in his hands along with the other dressed over his shoulder. “God you look—”

“Stunning? Sexy? I know. All thanks to you baby. And my parents of course.” You walked towards him pulling him in for a long passionate kiss, you pulled away with a thin line of saliva connecting you two.

You looked around to see if any of the workers were around before pulling him in once again kissing him deeply as you pushed your tongue between his lips. His teammates and friends had always teased him for being pussy whipped & a simp for you.

He had always denied it thinking he was just treating you the way a boyfriend with his status & fame should but whenever you pulled him in for a kiss the way you just did he knew they were right.

“Leo baby you dropped my bags.” You whispered as you pulled away just enough for your lips to not be touching, you pulled away snickering at him before entering the change room once again to try on another dress

“Last one okay baby!” You shouted as you threw the dress over the door onto Leo’s head, he placed the bags and dresses onto the couch he was sitting and sat up sneaking into the change room along with you.

“Leo what are you—!” He slammed the door shut and pulled your body closer towards him, you just took off the previous dress so you were still in your undergarments.

“You cant be in here! What if an employee see you?” You panicked unaware of him unhooking your lacy bra as he kissed your neck hands rubbing down your waist all the way to your hips.

“It’s okay, I’ll be fast.” He whispered pulling off your bra covering your breasts with his hands as he stared at you in the mirror. “You’re too much!” You laughed turning around to face your boyfriend.

The moment you turned around he spun you back around so you could see yourself in the mirror. “You can milk me of every penny I own I don’t care, please just let me fuck you right now. I need it so badly you don’t even know.”

NOTE: i’m so sorry my tumblr is acting up rn idk if it’s showing on the tags or anything hopefully it’ll fix itself in a few! 🤍

[applejuicefruit]

can you write for kylian where he’s dating reader and she’s very clingy and touchy because she loves physical affection but one day they are out and he’s avoiding holding her hand and she gets very hurt please?

kylian mbappe x reader

Clingy

Physical touch was your love sign.

It was your best way to show someone you care for them, that you love them. And Kylian knew it exactly. So it hurt you when this morning you were out with your, mostly his, friends and teammates and he treated you like you weren’t even there.

You were used to hold hands in public, or, have his arm wrapped around your shoulders in a protective way so you where kinda shocked that the moment you saw Sergio and Neymar waving at the both of you, he let your hand and when you tried to hold it back he shoved you away.

You were all sat at the table of a nice coffee shop in Paris, you facing Sergio and Kylian sat next to you when he began talking with Neymar and ignoring you like you weren’t even there.

You pretended everything was fine so you cracked a laugh from time to time when Neymar made some jokes but you were fighting back your tears. You began sipping your tea in a way to distract yourself when Neymar said something you wished you didn’t hear. You were sure he didn’t mean it like that but still, you found yourself back in his words and it hurt you hearing Kylian agreeing with him.

“She was too clingy man” Neymar said to Kylian, referring to the girl he had recently broke up with “she was nice and all but please, let me breathe, she was on me all day, always wanting to hold hands…when we were at home together she was on me all day, always wanting to cuddle or hold each others…give me a break, I hate people these clingy” he joked.

“Yeah me too” Kylian said laughing too.

You felt a hole in your chest.

Kylian hated you? You didn’t understand.

He never said anything. No. Most of the times he was the big spoon, always wanting to hold you in his arms or kiss you. So why was he saying that?

Sergio gave you a concerning look, asking you if you were okay but you simply nodded.

You knew that if you talked you would burst out crying and you didn’t want to that, you didn’t want to look weak in front of your friends. And in front of Kylian. In two years of relationship he never saw you cry once. You always talked if there was something off or wrong so you never felt the need to cry because he was there right before something might happened. But this whole new behaviour was scaring you.

It’s been an hour and after that you all decided to go back home. Mostly because Sergio wanted to spend some time with his family and Neymar wanted to see his son too so you waved each others goodbye and left.

Kylian tried to talk to you during your walk back home but you ignored him. Your throat was still hurting you for all the tears you were keeping.

“Mon amour what do you want to eat?” Kylian asked you once you got back home.

“You pick…” you simply said.

“My love are you okay?” he asked a bit worried.

“Mh-mh” you replied back and went straight to sit on the couch. Kylian followed you and sat next to you, wanting to feel you close he grabbed your hands but you shoved him away.

“Babe you’re clearly mad at me, can you tell me what’s going on?” he asked you.

“I thought you hated clingy people” you remarked his own words.

“What? No…I never said that” he said.

“Earlier…with Neymar, you were talking how much you hated clingy girlfriends…I didn’t know I was too clingy but I won’t invade your personal space anymore and I’ll keep my distance” you said, your voice cracking a bit.

“No no no baby…listen to me” he kneeled in front of you “I didn’t mean anything I said…” he tried to explain himself.

“So why did you say it?” you asked him with a sarcastic tone.

“I didn’t mean that I swear baby…I just…Neymar broke up with his girlfriend just last week and I didn’t want him to put himself down more if he saw us together always holding hands or kissing…I wanted to show him some compassion you know?” he said back.

“No I don’t know…but I wished you talked to me instead of ignoring me for the whole morning…” you let a few tears fall but you were quick to wipe them away. You didn’t want to break in front of him.

“No baby don’t cry please…it hurts me knowing you’re crying because of me…” Kylian was quick to hug you and found yourself once again in the comfort of his arms.

“I wished you talked to me…you ignored me the whole morning and it kinda sucked” you confess him with a low voice, almost a whisper.

“I know baby I’m so sorry…it won’t happen I swear…I missed holding your hands today” he said kissing your cheek trying to wipe more tears away. You giggled at the contact of his lips on your cheeks and he was happy he was able to make you smile again.

“I think Ramos is gonna kill you tomorrow” you joked “he saw how you were ignoring me and he didn’t like it”.

“Yup. He’s gonna kill me” he agreed with you and you both started laughing. Kylian wrapped his arms around you and helped you sat in his lap while he ordered something to eat.

The day later at practice Ramos did really kill Kylian, telling him how much he didn’t like his behaviour towards you and that he had to treat you better. Of course you agreed with Sergio.

[dyingenigma]

Football Shirt Collection by Louis Bever

[damiansgoodgirll]

Kylian Mbappé request

Fluff to smut to fluff again

It’s your first time having sex after having your baby…

The beginning of the imagine is just pure fluffy domestic dad Kylian. Changing nappies, washing bottles, and he lets you sleep while he takes care of the baby because you deserve. You guys are both very horny cause 6 weeks is the longest you’ve ever gone. Kylian is embarrassed to admit, but he gets flustered when he sees you feeding your son. He wishes it was him.😂Today is finally your check up, and you come back and tell Kylian that you have been cleared. Some cute fluff where he worships you. And then some pillowtalk at the end about the fact that you guys are finally parents and it’s such a dream. That he’s glad to do it with you.

Thank you! 😊

kylian mbappè x reader

fluff and smut!

My man

you couldn’t be more thankful for the man you had by your side every single day.

from the moment, you told him that you were pregnant, he stood by your side like a puppy, never leaving you. 

during the whole pregnancy he made sure you were comfortable and not in any pain, that you were keeping yourself hydrated and rested. he loved taking care of you and he couldn’t wait to take care of your baby too.

when you gave birth he helped you in anyway he could, from changing diapers to feed the baby when you were sleeping, from cleaning the house to taking care of you if you were too tired to even take a short shower. he always reminded you how proud he was, how proud he was for you for having your baby, for keeping a baby inside of you for nine months and for giving birth to the most amazing child he could ever ask for.

kylian loved you from the bottom his heart and sometimes he was ashamed of how easily he got turned on. if you were doing your skin care in your pajamas or if you were breastfeeding your baby, he couldn’t help the way his body reacted to those simple gestures.

he didn’t want to pressure you because he knew you would be in pain and the doctor precisely told you to wait from 6 to 9 weeks before you could have sex again and this thing was literally killing him. he would have an erection even from the stupidest thing you could do.

truth be told you were horny too.

maybe it was the hormones or maybe the fact that you both stopped having sex when you entered the eight month because it was hurting you too much but now, almost five months later you were horny as fuck and you couldn’t wait to have kylian’s hands all over your body again.

since he wouldn’t make a move you decided it was your turn. you knew he wouldn’t want to hurt you or pressure you but you were ready for it and he needed to know that.

“kyky…” you called him. he was washing his face in your shared bathroom and when he heard his name he stopped doing everything that he was doing at the moment and he got his focus all on you.

“is everything okay baby?”

“when are you coming to bed?” you asked him a little apprehensive.

“why? is everything okay? are you hurt?” he sounded worried.

you wanted to play this good.

“my back hurts a bit…” you said.

the moment you said you were in pain he closed the bathroom door and he joined you on the bed.

“do you want me to give you a massage?” he asked you softly.

“please…”

“okay mon amour, turn around…” he whispered helping you laying flat on the bed. before you could do that you removed your t-shirt remaining in your bra. that drove kylian crazy but he pretended everything was okay. you saw the look in his eyes and you knew he was feeling as horny as you, you were both to stupid to admit it like two freaking teenagers.

“tell me where it hurts babe…” he asked you softly.

you showed him the spot that was near your shoulders and his delicate hands started massaging right there.

it felt like heaven having kylian’s hands on your body once again.

you couldn’t help the soft moans of pleasure that escaped your mouth. you could basically feel kylian’s erection on your ass and since you knew how bad you both wanted this you started moving your hips in his direction making him groan.

“mon ange…are you sure?” he asked you softly.

you turned around to look him in the eyes and he basically could tell just from your look how horny you were.

“please…it’s been too long kyky…i need to feel you again”

“okay mon amour okay…just let me know if it hurts okay? i’m gonna stop, i want you to be comfortable and not in any pain…” he said kissing your cheek.

“okay baby…now, would you please fuck me?”

he smiled and his hands began to work on your shorts. removing them and tossing them away. you were left in your bra and panties and just by looking down there he could tell how wet you were for him. he decided to leave your bra on, knowing how sensitive your breasts were he didn’t want to hurt you but that didn’t stopped him from leaving soft love kisses to one on each of them.

“is this all for me baby?” he asked you when his fingers gently touched your panties.

“yes kyky” you said.

he softly kissed your thighs, getting closer and closer where you needed him the most. he removed your panties, leaving you naked in front of him, but your insecurities started to flow your mind, knowing how much your body changed in these past months, all the rolls and stretch marks that you had now, everything was making you feel self conscious and kylian sensed it.

“you’re beautiful mon amour” he kissed your stomach “the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen in my life, i love you so so much…” he kissed your stomach once again “i love you and your beautiful body, can’t believe someone is as strong as you, you kept our baby safe here…i love you so much” he kissed you once again on the lips this time. the kiss was full of love and passion.

“now, let me show you how thankful i am for you baby girl” he said while his thumb started working on your clit.

that was enough to make you moan loud.

“i wanna hear more of this” he said while stretching you out with one of his fingers.

“oh shit kylian…”

“does that make you feel good?” kylian asked you.

“shit…yes keep going” you said while he started moving his finger faster, in and out of you. you were honestly embarrassed that it took you only a few minutes to come.

“oh fuck…” you moaned as you came around kylian’s fingers.

“how bad did you needed that?” he asked you.

“bad, really bad…” you breathed out.

he smiled at you, kissing your neck and collarbone, leaving bites and soft marks.

your hands went through his shorts and when you touched him you could practically feel his dick twitching in your hands. you proceeded to remove his shorts and his boxers, leaving him completely naked in front of you.

“i need you kylian please…” you brought his cock between your folds, showing him how much you were ready for him.

he slowly thrusted in you, feeling how tight you were he didn’t want to hurt you and once he was fully inside of you he waited a few minutes to let you adjust to his length. he started thrusting in you slowly, pressing his lips to yours, wanting to distract you in case you were in pain. truth was you were already a moaning mess, you both were trying to keep it low to not wake your baby’s up.

“oh god kylian right there please…” you moaned when he hit that special spot inside of you.

he started going harder and faster, hitting your spot over and over and that was enough to make you cum for the second time that night.

“oh my - kylian…” you came loud.

he followed you a few seconds later, spilling inside of you a letting some of his cum drip onto your thighs. he proudly looked at the mess you both made and smirked.

you took time to catch your breath again and when you opened your eyes again you saw kylian watching you with lovey eyes.

“are you okay baby?” he asked you and you nodded “was i too rough? did i hurt you?”

“no baby, it was perfect…” you smiled at him.

he was happy to hear that.

he cleaned you up, dressed you in one of his huge t-shirt and helped you laying back on your bed while his hands caressed your hair.

“goodnight my love” he whispered to you when he felt you were already asleep.

you fell asleep thinking about him, thinking about the man that saved your life that day before valentine’s day and how, from that day you became inseparable.

[theduchessbee]

The Coupe de France is the gift that keeps giving

[httpsdana]

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

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

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

The One~Kylian Mbappe

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

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

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

Jules -> Kylian's best friend

Was it jealousy? Insecurity? Bitterness?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Merci mon amour" he said with a small smile

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he seems happy with Jules

he never smiled that widely when he was around her

his laugh seemed genuine

does he still love her?

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

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

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

Next Morning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"that would be great"

[lovefks]

ᥫ᭡Kisses.ᐟ ［Neymar x reader］

ᥫ᭡ summary cuddles and kisses is what you love being woken up for

ᥫ᭡ pairing neymar jr x reader

ᥫ᭡ warning nothing but

Being woken up is trash, especially when it’s weekend. But there is only one condition you allow to be woken up to; morning kisses.

You could feel his soft lips on yours, your lips between his. You just love that feeling. You tried to speak, but only a little squeak came out as you still felt his lips on yours. „Ney…” you murmured softly. This made him grab your hip and pull you even closer. You mumbled his name again „mhm“ he mumbled back while still kissing you.

You tried to answer, but soon his lips landed on your cheek, nibbling on it softly. „Ney… what are you doing“ you said while giggling softly. You loved every second of it and Neymar knew it. „Yes Meu anjo?“ he said while his voice got blocked by your cheek. He moved to your lips again, while you stroke his hair softly, letting out small, soft giggles. „you are so cute, you know that?“ you tried to say, but it as just a non understandable sentence.

He stoped kissing you and you both looked your eyes; he has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen…

He began to shift and cuddled his head into your neck. „thank you y/n. Você é a pessoa mais bonita do mundo“ he mumbled into your neck. Oops you thought, I just said that out loud (You are the most prettiest person in the world)

These are the moments you never thought would become reality. The moments you had only dreamed about, but when you met Neymar, he made those dreams become reality without knowing that what he does, is exactly what you want,

Him cuddling into you with his lips softly kissing you, with your hands around him; these moments…

…These moments where the ones who were worth it being woken up

[messfc]

[easemysoul]

FaceTime - Kylian Mbappé

Kylian Mbappé x Reader

Thank you @greykitkepa for being an amazing beta reader!

Warnings: none. just fluff

Word count: 796

Summary:

A FaceTime call with Kylian after a long day

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‘I miss you’

‘I miss you too’

‘Can I call you?’

‘Oui, bébé’

Your heart melts a little. You can almost hear him say it.

You let out a small sigh, sinking into the bath a little more. You make sure the fluffy bubbles are covering your chest before clicking out of the messages app on your phone.

Biting your lip, you open the phone app. Your finger hovers over his name.

‘Kylian 🤍’

Your phone vibrates, letting you know you have a new text message.

‘Do you want me to call you?’

This time, you don’t hesitate to press call.

“Bonjour, Chérie,” Kylian greets you.

He’s sitting in bed, his back against the headboard. He’s shirtless, clearly ready to sleep soon. You can just hear the tv in the background, light gently flickering across his face as the tv plays a show or movie.

Your guess is, Shadow and Bone, his favourite. He always rewatches a few episodes while away. It’s one of the few things that helps him settle into hotel rooms a bit better while away from you.

“Hi.” You mumble, feeling your face heat up. You sink down a little more, the bubbles now reaching just below your chin.

Kylian lets out a soft chuckle, loving the light pink tint on your cheeks.

“How was your day, Mon amour.” He asks, moving in his bed so he’s more comfortable.

“It was okay. I had a few classes and a big lecture. I managed to get most of my notes and activities done. I’ll probably finish the rest tomorrow morning.” You answer while playing with the bubbles in the bathtub with your free hand.

“Ma fille intelligente.” He replies with a large smile.

You’re still learning French but you know enough to translate what your boyfriend said. The words make you softly whine, your face somehow heating up even more than before.

“That’s why you’re in the bath? To relax?” He asks, watching you with a soft smile.

“Mhmmm.” You nod, a few bubbles getting on your chin with the gentle movement.

His smile somehow grows wider.

“I’m glad you’re taking care of yourself and relaxing.” Kylian mumbles.

“You worry too much, bébé.” You playfully roll your eyes, fighting back a smile at his cuteness.

“Can’t help it. Always want my girl to be happy and relaxed.”

You swear your heart grows a few sizes bigger at his sweet words.

Flustered, you change the topic.

“How was your day, handsome?”

You carefully listen to him, taking in every word. He talks about what he had for breakfast and how it was “nowhere as good as your pancakes”. He lists off all the things he did in training and tells you how exhausted he was after. He even tells you how he annoyed Sergio all day.

“I’m pretty sure I’ll have little bruises all over my sides from his pinching.” He exclaims, his eyes wide. You can’t help but laugh at him.

“Did you deserve it?”

He playfully rolls his eyes at your question.

“Probably.” His voice is small, like a child being told off for doing something bad.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll kiss them better when you get home.” You smirk, sending him a wink through the screen.

You can’t but laugh when he ducks his head a little, the small action telling you his face is warm with embarrassment. Kylian lets out a soft whine at the sound.

A small smile on your face, you continue watching your boyfriend through the phone screen.

He lets out a silent and soft yawn, gently blinking and shaking his head after.

“I think its time for bed now.” You mumble.

“I want to keep talking to you though.” Kylian yawns again.

“You’re clearly tired, baby. You can call me again in the morning.” You watch him with soft eyes as he thinks it over.

“You promise?”

“I promise, mon amour.”

He nods his head at your reply, “Okay,” he mumbles to himself.

You wait until he has turned the tv off and tucked himself into bed to say goodnight. He barely mumbles it back before he's out.

“I love you” are the last words you say before hanging up.

You click out of the phone app. You press play on a random song before putting your phone off to the side, away from the bathtub.

Sighing, you fully relax in the still warm and bubbly water. You tilt your head back to rest on the edge of the tub, sinking in further in the process.

Closing your eyes, you listen to the music playing from your phone and relax until the water turns cold and the bubbles are gone. By then, your muscles are fully relaxed and your stress has been washed away.

[paulodybaeeela]

L club, L behavior

[heartsoftruth]

“The importance of visualizing success? You know, it's a part of me. I was born with this innate idea of success, always striving to be someone who achieves many things.

Every year, every month, every day, I have new goals – not only in sports, but in every aspect of life. Setting objectives and goals for your family, for yourself, at work. I think that's the step to success.”

[applejuicefruit]

you’re the best writing angst so i was wondering if i could request some angst with kylian where he cheats and she finds out please? no happy ending please?

writing this made me cry also i am sure kylian would not be like this in real life so this is all fictional haha

thank you for requesting this i hope you like it <3

kylian mbappe x reader

Was she worth it?

Twitter just fucked up your relationship.

You wished you weren’t so bored to go and spend hours and hours on Twitter but here you were, with your phone in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. You saw Kylian’s name trending on Twitter so you decided to check it out, you thought that maybe he was trending because of the upcoming game PSG had that week but nothing could have prepared you for what you were seeing.

Kylian, hand in hand with his best friend in one picture. Holding her waist in an other picture. Her kissing him on the cheek in the next picture. Kylian kissing her on the lips in the last picture. You knew he was having a “PSG dinner” but apparently he was at some party Neymar threw in one of the most exclusive clubs in Paris.

Those pictures went worldwide in a second.

“Kylian cheating on y/n is the last thing I needed to see” one of Kylian’s fan pages tweeted. You were glad that most of his fans were standing by your side, knowing that Kylian was madly in love with you and felt betrayed by this behaviour.

“What is they broke up and he’s just having fun?” someone else tweeted. How could you have break up when he posted a picture of the two of you together two days ago?

“I’m a daughter of divorced parents” someone else joked, you laughed a bit through tears knowing that it’s a typical fangirl thing to say. You said that too when Taylor Swift and Tom Hiddleston broke up so you couldn’t blame them.

“Finally he found someone prettier” someone said. That made you hurt. Millions of thoughts started running into your mind.

The worst part was probably that Neymar, one of your best friends was the one who threw the party and didn’t even invite you, probably knowing that Kylian was cheating on you. Everyone from the team was there. All of your friends and their wives and girlfriends, when Kylian only said it was a business dinner and you didn’t have to go because it would have been boring, instead he was partying and cheating on you. And everyone knew and said nothing.

You couldn’t explain what you were feeling. You were feeling humiliated, embarrassed, betrayed by the people you thought were your friends, sad, angry, disappointed and heart broken. A mix of everything that didn’t go well with the wine you were drinking.

You saw people tagging you on Instagram and decided to open it, it couldn’t have been worse that Twitter you thought. It was so wrong.

Neymar posted a few stories where everyone was having fun, drinking and dancing. Your best friend posted a video of Kylian and whoever that girl was who was sat on his lap while they were hugging. Your best friend. The man who threatened Kylian once you started dating. He posted a story where Kylian, that girl, Achraf and Hiba were there all laughing and having fun. Your two other friends. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, feeling betrayed by them and Kylian.

You knew everyone was drunk and that Neymar would have regretted posting those pictures the next day but it was too late. You saw the pictures, the whole world saw the pictures.

You put your Instagram private, unfollowing everyone who was there at the party and blocking them, including Kylian too.

You were so tired you went straight to bed and cried yourself to sleep.

Kylian got home around 3 am, drunk but not too drunk to know what happened that night. He knew he fucked up bad. Neymar started feeling guilty too he tried to reach your DMs but couldn’t find nothing on you, seeing you blocked him.

“She blocked me” he texted to Kylian who left him on read. Kylian immediately checked his insta but he couldn’t found you either, meaning you saw the pictures and the videos. He fucked up really bad.

He decided to sleep in the guest bedroom knowing you probably wouldn’t want to see him that night.

He woke up before you, feeling a little hungover but more worried about how his relationship might turn. He made some breakfast for the two of you and waited for you to wake up.

You didn’t even know that Kylian was back home so you simply got out of your bedroom and went straight to the kitchen, only to find Kylian sat at the table with a guilty look on his face.

Good. That’s how you wanted him to feel. Guilty. Humiliated. Alone. As you felt last night.

“Mon amour can we talk please?” he asked you but you immediately corrected him

“Y/n. Not mon amour, just y/n” you said with a hard look on your face. You had no more tears after last night. Sadness ran so madness and anger could walk. You thought about what to do all night and the answer was easy, breaking up with him in the most cruel way. You never felt so sad and humiliated like last night so it was only fair that he felt the same way.

“Baby please…” he said standing up from the chair and taking a few steps towards you but you backed off

“Y/n” you repeated

“I’m so sorry, I swear…” he said, a few tears falling from his eyes

“About what? Cheating? Lying? Humiliating me? Be more specific Mbappè” you said calling him by last name

“For everything…I wish I could say I was just drunk but I wasn’t, I just…I have no excuses but it wasn’t my intention to cheat on you” he said but you couldn’t help but laugh

“Are you even listening to yourself Kylian? First you lie to me telling me you have a business meeting, then I find out that you are with Neymar, my best friend who threw a party and didn’t even invite me, and for last I see pictures and videos of you cheating on me with I don’t know who, while laughing and having fun and all you can say is sorry?” you said, your hard look never leaving your face, you didn’t want to show your weakness because you knew that if you started crying you would forgive him “Do you know how I felt? When everyone I knew were having fun knowing that you cheated? I felt so fucking humiliated and sad and mad and all I wanted to do was never seeing you again, something that I’m going to do soon because you’ll never see me again Kylian” you said, your look never leaving his face

“What-what are you talking about?” he asked, his voice cracking a bit while tears fell from his face

“That it’s over. We’re done. You’re dead to me” you said taking off the promise ring he got you for your last birthday. A promise to love you that he couldn’t keep.

“No-no this isn’t real…I made a mistake I know, she doesn’t mean nothing to me, I need you here you-you can’t do this” he said fully crying. You’ve never seen Kylian crying so much and a part of you felt bad, the other part was proud of you for standing against him.

“I already did it. I’ll be back when you’re at practice so I can pack and leave…I don’t want to see you ever again, I only hope she was worth it” you said leaving your apartment, you didn’t care if you were wearing only your pajamas, you needed to get away from that house as soon as possible.

You reached for your car and once you were inside you let all of your tears fall. Sobs hurting your chest, your breathing fast and heavy. You started driving, you had no idea of where to go. When something bad happened and Kylian wasn’t there you would usually call Neymar but you couldn’t face him at the moment. But in the same time you were thinking about Neymar he popped up in the home of your phone, trying to call you.

You answered, ready to end him as you just did with Kylian.

“Y/n honey where are you? Kylian told me everything, are you safe? Are you driving?” he asked through the phone

“So now you care?” you asked, your voice breaking a little

“What you mean? Of course I care about you…” he said back

“Oh cut the bullshit! Did you have fun last night?” you sarcastically asked him

“Y/n listen to me…” he tried to speak but you stopped him

“No you listen to me. You were my best friend. Were because you’re a total stranger now to me. You had the nerve to post about Kylian and his new chick on your stories and now you’re asking me if I’m okay? Of course not! Kylian’s dead to me, I don’t want to ever see him again, he broke all of my trust and so did you…Ney I thought you really cared” you took a deep breath and continued talking “I don’t care how drunk you were, I don’t care honestly…just so you know, we’re done. You’re dead to me too, you and your little friend and all of the people who I thought were my friends. It’s over” you said before hanging up, not even giving him the chance to speak. He tried to call you back but you simply wouldn’t answer. You kept driving without nowhere to go. Almost an hour later you stopped in an empty parking lot, trying to recompose yourself and, with your spam account, checking instagram one last time to see if the news reached everyone. Apparently it did.

Kylian posted a picture of the teddy bear he gave you for your birthday and that you kept in the living room near the couch with a caption that said “a single mistake can turn your life upside down, i’ll regret it for the rest of my life but if you’re seeing this i wish you every good thing, you’re too pure for this world, love you forever, kylian”.

You sobbed a little but it was time for you to move one. You couldn’t break down now, everyone betrayed you, it was you and you only.

[boobo13cambridge]

Unexpectedly Expecting | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader

Warnings: kissing? Mainly just fluff.

Summary: After feeling unusually exhausted and nauseous during your weekly gym dates, you find out some really happy news

A/N: Hello, everyone! I felt so bad for posting the last request so late, so I wanted to give you this one too as an early treat. Enjoy, lovelies ❣️

As you step out of the house with a water bottle in hand, Kylian is already outside stretching his muscles and taking in the fresh morning air. The sun has just started to rise, casting a soft golden light over the city. You can't help but admire how handsome he looks.

Together, you both have made it a weekly tradition to exercise. You enjoy taking long walks, jogging around the park, and lifting weights at the gym. Every time you are together, you push each other to do better and keep going. These dates are something you both cherish and look forward to every week.

But today feels different. You can't keep up with Kylian's pace, and you feel exhausted and nauseous. Kylian can sense that something is wrong as he looks at you. You can see the concern on his face as he asks, "Are you okay, mon amour? You don't look so good."

You reply weakly, "I don't know, Kylian. I feel so tired, and my stomach is queasy. Maybe I just need to lie down."

Kylian looks at you with a worried expression, "Are you sure you don't want to go see a doctor?"

You shake your head, "No, I don't want to bother the doctor. It's probably nothing."

Kylian nods his head, understanding your hesitation to go to the doctor. He gently takes your hand and helps you out of the gym, wrapping his arm around your waist as he guides you to the car.

Once you're seated, Kylian drives carefully and attentively, making sure not to jostle you around too much. "Te sens-tu mieux, mon coeur ?"he asks, glancing at you with concern. ("Are you feeling better, my heart?")

You shake your head weakly. "Pas vraiment. My stomach feels like it's doing somersaults." ("Not really.")

 He keeps a careful eye on the road, making sure not to hit any bumps or potholes.

"Is the car ride making you feel worse?" he asks, glancing at you again.

You nod, feeling the nausea rising up in your throat. "I think so. Can we please get home soon?"

Kylian nods understandingly and turns onto your street. As soon as he parks the car, he jumps out and comes around to your side, opening the door and helping you out.

"Let's get you inside," he says, wrapping his arm around your waist and guiding you to the door. "I'll make you some tea and we can just relax for a bit."

You lean your head against his shoulder, grateful for his support. "Merci, Kylian."

Kylian just smiles and kisses the top of your head. "Anything for you, mon amour."

As soon as you cross the threshold, Kylian takes off his shoes and rushes to the kitchen to make you some tea. He selects a delicate blend of green tea that he knows you love and brews it to perfection. He carefully adds a spoonful of honey to it, hoping that the sweet taste will help ease your nausea.

When he brings you the tea, he makes sure to sit down next to you and hold your hand. He rubs soothing circles on your back as you take small sips of the tea, hoping that it will help settle your stomach.

But the smell of the tea makes your nausea worse, and you feel a sudden urge to vomit. Kylian immediately jumps into action, holding your hair back as you retch into the toilet. He keeps a steady hand on your back, whispering comforting words to you as you try to calm down.

"Shh, ça va aller, bébé. Je suis là avec toi," he murmurs, rubbing your back soothingly. "Just take deep breaths and let it all out."

You nod weakly, feeling grateful for Kylian's presence. After a few minutes, you start to feel better, and Kylian helps you up from the bathroom floor.

"Let's get you back to bed," he says, leading you back to the bedroom. "You should rest for a while."

You nod again, feeling too tired and weak to protest. Kylian helps you settle back into bed and covers you with a blanket, sitting next to you and holding your hand.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asks, his voice filled with concern. You shake your head, feeling tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. "No, Kylian. You've done enough. Thank you for taking care of me."

Kylian just smiles and leans down to kiss your forehead. "I'll always take care of you, mon amour."

The next morning, you wake up feeling even worse. You stumble to the bathroom and vomit again, with Kylian rushing in behind you to hold your hair back and rub your back.

After you finish, Kylian looks at you with concern and says, "I think we need to call the doctor, mon amour. This isn't normal, and I don't want you to keep suffering like this."

You nod weakly in agreement, grateful for his support. Sitting down beside you on the bed, Kylian takes out his phone and calls his physician. After a few rings, the doctor answered, "Bonjour Kylian, comment puis-je vous aider?" ("Hello Kylian, how can I help you?")

"Bonjour docteur, c'est à propos de ma femme. Elle a été malade toute la nuit, elle a vomi plusieurs fois et elle se sent vraiment mal ce matin,” replied Kylian, tracing soft circles on the back of your hand.

("Hello doctor, it's about my wife. She has been sick all night, she has vomited several times and she feels really bad this morning.") 

"Does she feel any nausea or dizziness?" 

"Yes, she's been very nauseous and she feels very tired." 

Pausing for a second, the doctor continues, “I suggest you have her take a pregnancy test. Morning sickness and fatigue are often signs of early pregnancy.”

Hearing the word pregnancy made you jolt in surprise as you looked at Kylian, his eyes mirroring your expression. "Really? Do you think that's possible?” You tightened your hold on Kylian’s hand as the doctor replied, "Yes, it could be possible. Have her take the test and call me with the results.”

Kylian thanked the doctor and hung up the phone, you look at him with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. Pulling you into his lap, Kylian warps his arms around in comfort, "The doctor thinks it's possible that you might be pregnant. He suggested that you take a pregnancy test. What do you think, mon amour?"

As Kylian speaks, you can feel your heart beating faster with a mix of fear and excitement. The news has caught you off guard, and you're not quite sure how to feel. You lean into him, feeling comforted by his embrace, and take a deep breath.

"I...I don't know, Kylian. It's just...sudden. But at the same time, I can't help feeling excited about the possibility." You say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Kylian squeezes you tighter, "I know, mon amour. It's okay to feel both scared and excited at the same time. Whatever the result of the test is, we will face it together, okay?"

You nod, but despite his reassurances your mind races with a million thoughts. You feel a wave of excitement at the possibility of being pregnant, but at the same time, you're filled with a sense of apprehension. What if something goes wrong? What if you're not ready for this?

Kylian notices the mix of emotions on your face and gently brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead. "You're not alone in this, and I promise to be with you every step of the way,” he reassures you. “I’ll ask my assistant to go buy a test for us.”

Shaking your head, you look at him, “No, Ky. I have some in the bathroom. But, can you hold me for a bit, please?”

Kylian smiles warmly, “Of course, mon ange,” he says, pulling you closer to him. You feel his arms wrap tightly around you, and his warmth provides a sense of comfort and security. You lay there for a while, snuggled up together, enjoying the intimacy of the moment.

Eventually, Kylian gently pulls away from you and heads to the bathroom to retrieve the pregnancy test. As he comes back to the bedroom, he sees the apprehension in your eyes and gives you a reassuring smile. “Don't worry, je suis là pour toi,” he says, handing you the test.

Taking a deep breath, you head to the bathroom and follow the instructions on the test. Once you’re done peeing on the stick, Kylian comes in just as he hears you flush. Hugging you from behind you as you wash your hands. He gently kisses your neck trying to calm your nerves. You gently scratch the back of his head, bringing him closer to you as you anxiously wait for the results.

The timer you had set on your phone goes off jolting you and Kylian as you both look at each other with silly nervous grins spreading on your faces as your hearts pound with anticipation mixed with fear at the prospects of being parents. 

“Omg, Ky. I’m so nervous”, you let out a shaky breath tightly gripping Kylian’s arms that are wrapped around your waist. “Me too, bébé. Let’s both look at it. On the count of three.”

Nodding, you reach over to grab the pregnancy test, your husband’s hand holding yours tightly. You felt him take a deep breath, his chest rubbing against your back, “One, two, three.”

Two lines. You were pregnant.

“We're pregnant!” he exclaims, hugging you tightly as he buried his face at junction between your neck and shoulder. You both dissolve into a fit of laughter and tears of joy, knowing that your lives are about to change forever. You could feel his heart beating rapidly, matching the pace of yours. “We did it,” he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. “We're going to be parents.”

Turning in his hold, you grab his face and kiss him passionately. Kylian's arms tighten around you, pulling you in closer as you feel the weight of the moment. You can hardly believe it - you're going to be parents! 

Your lips part for a moment, and you both gasp for air before diving back in for another kiss. You can feel Kylian's smile against your lips as he deepens the kiss, his hands roaming over your body.

Breaking the kiss, Kylian looks at you with a mixture of love and amazement. "I can't believe it," he says, his voice choked with emotion. "We're going to have a baby."

You can hardly contain your excitement, and you bury your face in his chest, tears streaming down your face. "I'm so happy, Ky," you whisper. "I never thought I could love anyone as much as I love you, and now we're going to create a life together."

Kylian holds you tightly, his fingers running through your hair as you both revel in the moment. You can feel his heartbeat, steady and strong against your chest, and it fills you with a sense of peace and contentment. You know that there will be challenges ahead, but you also know that you'll face them together.

As you pull away from his embrace, you meet his gaze and smile. "We have so much to do," you say, your mind racing with thoughts of baby names, nursery decor, and everything in between.

Kylian nods, his eyes shining with excitement. "We'll figure it out," he says, his voice filled with determination. "We'll do it together, and we'll be the best parents we can be."

With those words, a sense of profound conviction grips you, and you feel a surge of determination to face any challenges that may come your way, confident that you and Kylian will stand together as a stalwart team, resolute and unwavering in your commitment to each other and to the journey that lies ahead.

[anytimebitchess]

Since the past few days have been a roller coaster for our PSG asses…

I just want to come on here and distract us all with cute pics of Kyky.

You’re welcome 😇

[p8dri]

ｂｌｏｎｄ, kylian mbappé

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

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

AUGUST 28TH 2022 — LET GO. the breakup

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

what does it mean, though?

what if?

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

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

“ what if we.. went on a break? ”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DECEMBER 4TH 2018 — THIS LOVE. before

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ feel the water, is it too hot? ”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DECEMBER 20TH 2022 — GODSPEED. after

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

his heart broke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ kylian- ”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[psgirlie]

Someone pls save ethan from his brother