#psg football

[kylianspinkyring]

kylian talking you through it

notes: idkkkkk its just straight smut ngl no plot whatsoever

warnings: smut, smut, all of the above

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“oh” he groaned lowly. “fuck.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[northsoulss]

I don’t know if you request are still open but imagine Elisa de Almeida with S/O that’s really pretty but has a resting B face, always look tired or about to say something rude BUT she has the kindest soul, she always has a nice attitude, and is basically unable so say rude things to son because she’ll feel bad. ( my friend is like this she literally is the nicest human I’ve ever met)

softie - elisa de almeida

(a/n : hi anon! thanks for the request! this is actually my first request so i hope i did it justice! xoxo)

all your life, you have been told that you looked like a bitch by those who don’t know you very well. it did affect you when you were younger, not understanding why people thought of you that way even though you never acted like one. eventually, as you grew up, you stopped caring and instead, you started to embrace it.

you stopped trying to smile more, to look more “friendly”. you started to relax your face, and occasionally get thrown judgmental stares by the general public when you are out and about. especially since you play football, word spreads fast that psg is housing a cold-hearted striker.

that’s what you were known as. “cold”. your friends know better though. they know you were fearlessly loyal, and literally the nicest, and sweetest person alive.

you were known to be powerful and ruthless on the pitch, not taking shit from anyone. however, what the media and the fans didn’t see were the fond smiles shown to your teammates after each game, the gentle acts of services that you always provided; helping your teammates get coffee, being the first the volunteer when people needed help with something. too bad the fans didn’t see you that way.

the day rumours did start to spread like wild fire that you were dating the well known charismatic defender marked the start of your reputation crashing down. there were comments from fans like, “oh my god, how do they even work?”, and you gotta admit that sometimes it does hurt.

whenever you post your usual content on instagram and elisa comments on it with her usual “❤️”, your comment section gets real messy.

it’s easy to say that people just didn’t get why or how you two worked. you, the ruthless, cold-hearted woman, dating elisa, who was charming and bubbly, and to say the least, very smiley.

however, a few months ago, sakina posted on her instagram story a video of elisa just talking, but there you were in the background, staring with a love sick smile. needless to say, you thought the unsolicited comments would start to dial down now that your fans have seen the other side of you, but that was not the case.

“hi baby!” your voice sounds out from the hallway, sitting down to untie your shoes when you feel elisa looming over you. you look up at her with an awkward smile, seeing her with an amused smile with hands on her hips.

“hi.?” you are now confused, and elisa only laughs, taking out her phone and typing something before showing it to you. it was an edit of you, which you were shocked that she watched.

“you watch edits of me baby?” you question, brow raised trying to see her reaction, but she only shakes her head, pointing at the caption instead.

“has our fierce striker turned soft.? what?” you read out, face scrunched up into a frown as you start looking through the comment section. aside from the usual thirsty comments, one in particular caught your eye.

“oh i knew she was a big softie.. what the hell do you mean you knew?!” you practically yell at her phone, utterly shocked. you watch the edit again to see what they meant and you saw it. the clip of you staring at elisa, with eyes practically forming hearts with a fond grin.

“so.. not so cold anymore eh?” she takes the phone back and leans down so that her nose touches yours. she stares into your eyes with her piercing gaze, and you immediately shove her away, obviously flustered. you mumble a “no..” under your breath, trying to continue with what you were doing before elisa interrupted you.

“well, softie. i think things are about to get alot more interesting at our next match.” she hoists you up from the hallway bench and kisses you, lips searingly hot. you only kiss back with just as much energy, groaning when she presses you against the wall. at least now people know you aren’t just some bitch.

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[virgilvandijkswifey]

[sydluvsky]

kylian mbappé x shy!fem reader hc

(mentions of sex, abuse, body image issues)

- kylian is a fairly extroverted and outgoing person so him with a shy and more reserved reader would be the perfect pair. like yin and yang, sun and moon, ect.

- he would for sure be very protective assuming that the shy reader doesn’t want to be in the public eye. whenever the media comes up to her to ask her questions or take pictures of her kylian randomly out of nowhere appears and shields her from the media.

- i feel like he would love it if she’s the type of shy where she’s quiet around everyone else but super talkative when she’s just with him. his ego loves that he’s probably one of the only people she trusts to be comfortable with.

- if the shy reader has low-self esteem, has gone through traumatic experiences such as any form of abuse he would make it his priority to find out her triggers and try his best to shield her from all of that. he always reassures her how brave and strong she really is. like seriously such a protective guy.

- he’s the older brother in his family and has a capricorn moon too so he generally has a more fatherly, provider role in relationships.

- would give the best advice. not even a hc it’s facts. this guy reads in his spare time and people always make note of how smart he is which would only lead me to assume that he’s someone to go to for advice.

- nicknames such as; “my love/ mon amour”, “darling/chérie”, “baby/ bébé”. anything that reminds the reader how cute she is.

- okay so kylian is a very adorable guy…i mean:

but i think he would prefer it if he’s more so the “sexy/hot” one and she’s the “cute/adorable” kind. but if he’s being a tease he would for sure try and do something cute like randomly start kissing her in a borderline annoying way till’ she finally gives him attention.

- okay date nights are either super, super, super lowkey, like just at home (home in question is a mansion) , ordering pizza and netflix and chilling 🌚. or it’s like he’s flying you out to this super luxurious restaurant and you guy’s are staying the night. he would obviously ask her what she prefers of the two because her comfort matters above all else and then decides.

- i also imagine reader going out and buying a lot outfits and kylian wanting her to do a mini fashion show for him. he would give his honest opinions but to her it sounds like he’s just saying stuff to make her feel better but it’s true! he find her to be perfect in everything. if reader has any body issues you best believe during sex he’s gonna focus on that part and remind her that it’s beautiful.

kind of like that one arabic quote : “if i ever saw a flaw of yours, i’d say my eyes are the flawed ones.”

- before games he would go up to her and ask her for suggestions for the celebrations he could possibly do. fans often tease him about how down bad he is for her, like his eyes sparkle, he blushes when he speaks about her ect.

- also i feel like his teammates for sure know that the reader is like his soft spot so they tease him about how down bad he is for her.

——————————-end of post ——————-

i may do a part 2 if more stuff comes to mind.

thank you so much for reading!

[mcu-coworkers]

Sick days

Summary: Nursing your sick boyfriend back to health.

Pairings: Kylian Mbappe x reader

Warnings: N/A

A/n: Not a request this one was just something small and short that came to mind! Thank you guys for all of the love and I hope you guys like this one!xx

You felt something was off when you woke up that morning and didn't have your usual text from Kylian before he left for his gym session.

He never missed a day, even when he traveled and was in a completely different time zone.

You were filled with more worry than anything else given he never forgets on purpose.

You’d texted him that morning instead but to no avail, there was no response.

After an hour with no response you decided to go check his home and make sure everything was okay.

As you were walking up to his door your phone began to ring.

“Ney” reading across the screen.

“Hey Ney, what’s up?” you said hoping he’d mention something Kylian did at practice and you worried for nothing.

“Hola bella, have you heard from Kylian? He was a no show in practice. The coach is looking for him. I just wanted to give him the heads up before he gets fined.” he chuckled, it wouldn't be the first time PSG fined him.

Sighing, you looked at the door once again.

“Nope,  I   was hoping he was at practice. I'm outside his house right now. Give me a sec  I‘ll call you back yeah?” you said reaching for the key he’d given you.

“Sale, thank you!” He said before hanging up.

Quietly you opened the door, you felt sneaky opening his door without telling him you were coming.

You know he wouldn't mind but still, you always gave a heads up.

“Ky?” you called out from the hallway.

You walked through his home looking for any signs of him until you made it to his bedroom door.

Opening it you came face to face with your sleeping boyfriend.

Your sick, sleeping boyfriend surrounded by tissues.

“Oh my love.” you chuckled relieved he didn't go missing.

Cleaning up the tissues you went into his pantry to pull out the medicine he’d need and some ingredients for soup and tea.

Once you finished you put everything in a tray and walked back up to Kylians room.

After setting everything down on the nightstand you pondered waking him up or letting him sleep more but the decision was made for you when he began tossing and turning.

“Ky, baby it's me.” you whispered gently, rubbing his back.

“Mon amour what are you doing here? What time is it?” he said, realizing the sun was out.

“You’re sick Kylian lay back down.” you chuckled,  pushing him down.

“But I have practice coach is gonna kill me.” he said looking for his phone.

“No he's not because Neymar  told him you were sick in bed and that makes the penalty fine void.” you said matter of factly.

Looking at you he smiled and fell back into his mountain of pillows.

“Bless my lawyer girlfriend.” He said, smiling at you.

“Now here drink this please.” you said, handing him the tea.

You took the chance to open his windows and unstuff his room and hopefully his nose too.

Kylian took the tea and the soup eventually beginning to feel like himself again.

“Mon ange  I   could kiss you all day for this, I'm sorry  you didn't wake up to a message from me.” he said reaching for you.

Pulling back  you smiled at your sick boyfriend, “While  I   love you with all my heart  I   do not want to get whatever it is you have amor.” you said collecting the empty dishes.

“I'm gonna go get you some orange slices.” you said picking up the tray.

“Okay but when  I‘m better I'm thanking you the right way.” he said, reaching over quickly to spank your butt.

Gasping you smiled, “Mbappé!” blush rising to your cheeks.

“Je t’aime mon bel ange!” he yelled from his room.

Yup, he was definitely feeling better alright.

[pedrifsx]

you think i hate you?

pair< kylian mbappé x belle aurélie (oc)

summary< kylian and y/n who are roommates always argue about the most silliest things. this one time, belle brought up the topic of respecting her privacy when other girls that kylian bring home are over.

warning< enemies -> lovers, playboy!kylian, smut eventually, petnames, confession, argument then smut, roommate!kylian x roommate!reader.

“kylian! you’re not hearing what i’m saying,” belle shouted at the 24-year-old, “are you fucking deaf?” her eyebrows furrowed with her arms co-ordinating with her words. she was furious with kylian as he was good for the past month with bringing other girls home until this week and, boy, was she sick of it.

“zut alors, belle,” he responded in annoyance, the frenchman was tired of belle and of her telling him what to do whether it was to do the dishes because it was ‘his turn’ to the girls he brings to their apartment to respect her privacy, “you can’t tell me what to fucking do!”

“at this point i have a right to. you’re always going into my room to fuck another girl when you’re too lazy to walk down the hallway to yours!” she argued back, lifting her glasses onto her head to take a good look at the pathetic man standing infront of her.

“it’s not my fault that you signed a lease here!” he shouted at her getting up from the couch he was slouching on to the kitchen island that belle was sitting next to.

“well it’s not my fault you agreed for me to leave here!” belle accused him for his doings and how he could’ve avoided this relationship with belle if he didn’t agree for her to live in their penthouse, “use your brain for once, you fucking idiot!”

kylian’s mouth dropped when she told him to ‘use his brain’. “no wonder you don’t last in relationships, you’re so hardheaded.”

annoyed and confused why he would say that, she opened up her laptop and logged in, putting her glasses back on, “forget it, kylian. just- just respect my privacy. please?”

kylian rolled his eyes then sneakily smirked knowing that belle just gave up like that. it made his ego grow knowing that he had won another argument, which to everyone else, just made him look more cocky than people think he is.

after working for a little bit, belle decided that it was a good idea to go to sleep since the day was long and tiring. and, it was nearing 1am. kylian was already in bed as he had training at 10am until 12pm.

without thinking, the girl grabbed the door knob and twisted it open, surprised when the end of the bed hit the side of her waist.

“merde,” she winced, rubbing the pain from her waist. the moonlight was her only source of light and she couldn’t see the bed. to her surprise, the bed wasn’t made. she thought, surely i made it when i woke up, but ignored it as she was fucking wasted.

she slid into the covers of the sheet and sighed of relief when the warmth hit her body. she backed up to get comfortable and felt a firm hand slide to her waist.

belle gasped at the sudden action, squirming and cussing when she felt the familiar hand of her roommate.

“kylian, what the fuck?” she whisper-shouted, feeling a sensation that she had never felt before.

“more like, belle, what the fuck?” he responded, chuckling at the confused lady, “what are you doing in my room?”

belle’s face softened when she turned on the light and realised that she was, in fact, not in her room, but in kylian’s.

“oh, shit,” she mumbled, flustered and hoisting herself up, “i’ll go.” kylian stopped her by grabbing her hand and pulling her back down.

“stay,” he groaned, “you caused a problem.” his eyes directed at his erection that belle created while her body rummaged to get comfortable.

it was too late at night for her to make right decisions as she held onto his neck and kissed his soft lips.

“fuck, you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting for you to do that,” kylian murmured after breaking the kiss.

“shut up and kiss me,” she whimpered, grinding against his erection. there tongues fondled with eachother before kylian’s large hands wondered up belle’s large t-shirt that seemed to be his. he realised that she wasn’t wearing a bra and with one swift movement, removed the shirt from her body leaving her in her shorts.

kylian didn’t hesitate to go down her neck and leave marks like he always did with other women. but this time it was special, she could see that he wasn’t hesitant on doing this like he does with other women.

his hands soon reached her boobs, grasping onto it and his fingers rubbed over her nipples, making her whimpers underneath his touch.

kylian detached his dominant hand from her body and reached down to take off his boxers. he revealed his huge length which made belle shocked as she thought it was tiny from his cockiness.

“you’re huge,” she mumbled, pushing him down, telling him that she wanted to suck him off.

“be patient, bébé,” belle squirming when she heard the name. she spat on his dick before taking his tip into her mouth, circling her tongue around it, making him shut his eyes and lean his head back.

belle kept her eyes open and looked up at him with her big, manipulative doe eyes. she went to the base of his dick, making her gag on his thick manhood.

kylian’s hands managed to grab her hair into a makeshift ponytail before guiding her into bobbing her head up and down his length.

“you can take it,” he whimpered, “you’re a good girl.”

his sexual words made her go rapid and sucked his dick faster than before.

“shit,” kylian whimpered, “gonna cum.” his hands bobbed her head, fast and violent, the couple waiting for kylian to come into her mouth.

and alas, his white liquid painted her throat, her swallowing right after. she took it out of her mouth making a small “pop” noise when she got up.

her body weight shifted on kylian as she straddled his lap. without thinking, she ground her hips against the man practically riding his thigh.

“shit,” she mumbled as her nose picked up the familiar scent of the man. it was musky and homely as she recognised it, this time making her want to cum.

“ride me, belle,” he groaned, his hands grabbing onto her neck, making eye contact as he spoke his words.

the half french half colombian lady thrusted her hips up, rubbing kylian’s tip into her entrance and slowly, went down on him.

he tried different ways on pleasing her that night, one being him with his hands placed on her juicy ass, pulling it forwards to make her grind her hips while he was inside her.

“fuck, you’re tight,” he growled in a low tone, his voice rough from his drowsiness, “gonna make me cum.”

“cum for me, ky,” she moaned, rubbing her clit that was puffy and yearning for more.

kylian had his second shot, this time up belle’s pussy. it wasn’t surprising that belle fell on top of him after he collapsed.

it was a moment of pure silence, just fast pants and breaths.

“so?” kylian sounded out, “what are we now?”

“fuck it,” belle sighed, “will you be my boyfriend, ky?”

“fuck yeah!”

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brelie mbappé? more like mmm papi

k.mbappe you thought i hated you about 4 months ago🧐🙄

> brelie u don’t now do u

neymarjr bro was in love with you the whole time. simp.

> brelie @/brunabiancardi

brunabiancardi soft launch is on top🥺🥺

> brelie love you sm

[the-purest-wolf]

What if men play team sports just for an unassessed feeling? For hugs 👀👀👀

[swayziiwriter]

Before the Barça days, a young Neymar jr

[realtrap]

Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo

[oscpaistry]

Hii 🙈 can you write about Kylian where reader wakes up and finds hickeys on her neck, so she takes us back in a flash back to what happened last night. With lots of kissing and pinning onto the wall 🙊

Ong yess!! Love this request!

-Y/n POV now-

You wake up next to a sleeping Kylian. Then your bladder started to pound hard. You quietly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. You walk past the mirror and look at yourself. You noticed some spots on your neck. You reveal your neck a bit more and see hickeys all over your neck. How did that happen?

-Last night-

Kylian rested his forehead against yours after he breaks the kiss. Both out of breath. You feel his warm hands roam around and finally set in your hips. He firmly grips them and pushes you softly against the wall.

"You look so beautiful like this, mon cheriè!" He said with a grin on his face.

You had a huge praise kink. You moan at his statement. Trying to loosen his grip.

"Who said you could move? You will listen to me tonight." His voice stern. He pinned you against the wall. Both your hands up in kylian's hand. His other hand going straight down to your core.

You were wearing black laced lingerie. It turned him on so fast.

Your core already slick, feeling his fingers caressing your folds.

He sticks 2 fingers in as you jut your hips to feel him deeper.

He starts to kiss your neck, feeling his tongue and his teeth made you go to heaven. You felt him nibble, each time he nibbles or sucks on your neck he goes a little bit harder.

"please Ky..." Is the only thing you managed to get out. Kylian stops.

"Ma belle, who said you could talk?" As he takes his fingers out of you and lets go of you. You whimper at the lose of touch.

He takes of everything. Including his boxers. You look down at his undeniable hard shaft. He twirls you around to pin you to the wall once again. Your face smashed into the wall and your whole body. You try to adjust to see him. He smacks your ass and you squirm. You loved it when he would smack you.

Then he starts to line himself up with you. Without any warning he rams himself into you. You moan his name.

"Who's my good girl?" He says in-between grunts. He smacks your ass to get an answer out of you.

"Yours Kylian. Im your good girl!" You moan. He smiles and started to kiss your neck. Biting your neck.

"Always so good for me. You would do anything for daddy right?" He says as you felt his hot breath on your neck. Sending shivers down your spine.

"Yes daddy!" You squirm. He could tell you were close. So he decided to put all his weight onto you. Now your definitely not getting out of there. He kisses your neck and praises you.

-Y/n POV now-

Oh so thats why i have hickeys on my neck. You smile while replaying that part where he pinned you onto the wall. Someone pinning you to the wall is something thag would make you come in minutes.

Hope you like it anon! Thanks for the requests!💗

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[footballfanficwriter]

A match to attend

Summary:The reader attends Kylian's football match

"Kylian hurry up"

"I'm coming mon amore"

He walks out the room wearing his full football kit and his track suit

"Vomos"

We head to the car and Kylian is driving while listening to music

"I'm nervous" he says

"Bout what"

" what if we lose, this is a very important match y/n and if we lose , I don't know"

" you'll do great love I know you will"

We Arive at the stadium and people start arriving

"Can you walk me to the changing room" he asks when we exit the car

"Ok babe"

We walk to the changing room and I stop at the door

"Ok I can't go any further than this, babe don't be nervous, just know that I'll be waiting for you and I'll be pround of you no matter the outcome" I say

"Ok" he says and kisses me

"Get a room,you can't just kiss in the hallway" Archaf says

I pull away knowing he won't do it first

"I love you"

"I love you more"

I let go of his hand and start making my way to my seat close to the pitch where I know he'll be able to see me

As the match starts these 4 girls sit next to me and watch the match and quite frankly I don't mind, that was until they start making comments about Kylian

"Guys kylian is so hot look at him"

" he's so cute"

"Nah he's hot more than cute"

"And when he smiles, oh lord have mercy"

I mean they weren't wrong but I didn't like the comments coming out their mouths

"Or when he wears a suit mmh"

These little comments continue through out the whole game , they would be cheering for him and screaming how much they love him

No gonna lie it was becoming annoying for me and I couldn't watch the match properly

Right now the team is winning and we're in the extra time with only one minute left until the match ends

I see Archaf pass the ball to Sergio, then Sergio passes the ball to Kylian

Kylian runs full speed with the ball being faster than the opponents he get into the box and shoots

As he's shooting he manages to score and just then the final whistle goes off

Kylian pushes past he's team mates as they try to huddle around him and instead is running towards me

"Oh my gosh he's coming this way" one of the girls next to me says

"He running towards us oh my God"

"I can't believe this is actually happening" they say

As kylian gets closer and closer the more they freak out

He comes to the edge of the pitch and looks up at me and I stand up and look down on him and bend down to give him a kiss

"I'm so proud of you babe"

"Merci mon amore"

"You played so well"

"Thank you, by the way that goal was for you"

"Thank you"

"You're welcome" he says and takes his shirt off and hands it to me

"I love you"

"I lovd you too"

"Let me get my things and we can head home and chill"

"Ok"

He walks away and I turn around to grab my bag and my things and glace at the girls in the process

As I'm packing my things up I see trem looking at me with widen eyes and widen mouths

"Salut" I say and leave

When I go back to the tunnel I see kylian waiting for me and he takes my hand and we walk to the car

When we get home he throws himself onto the couch and let's out a sigh

"What do you wanna do now"i ask

"I wanna cuddle" he says as he opens his arms for me

"Feeling a little clingy"

"I missed you" he says

"I was right there with you"

"Yet you were so far" he says

I lye on him as he kisses my forehead and draws circles on my back

And we fall asleep like that

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[northsoulss]

the media thinking reader is in a relationship w some popular male footballer but she's actually with elisa and they soft (or hard) launch their relationship 🤭🤭

mon amour - elisa de almeida

(a/n : here it is! hopefully this is what you had in mind lol. this is quite a long one. writing this hit home, so i quite like how it turned out! thanks for the request xoxo)

growing up in a relatively conservative town, you never had the chance to express your identity as a queer individual. it was a constant internal battle, thinking something was wrong with you for liking someone of the same gender. things became more complicated when you began liking football, it being seen as more of a boy-ish sport.

thankfully, your hometown had a small women’s youth football club, and you begged your parents to allow you to sign on, which they begrudgingly accepted. hoping to meet other queer women, you went into football hopeful, but your ideas were quickly shut down when you realised a lot of them were straight. you continuously struggled with your sexuality as you grew up, fear taking over whenever you had the opportunity to come out. so you never did, remaining closeted for all your teenage years.

as you began to advance and become better at football, you wanted to make it a career, to do it professionally. eventually when you signed with psg a year ago, it was undoubtedly the best decision of your life. after moving to france, you finally got to experience a proper queer community with supportive people. you still made no move to come out, for you realised that there was no need to put it out there; to let everyone know that you were queer. so long as you were contented with what you identified as, nothing else really mattered. or so you thought.

over time as you became more popular and well known, you began to see that there are many upsides and downsides to being a public figure. on one hand, you have formed close bonds with other footballers of both genders and experienced nothing like you could have ever imagined. on the other hand, every time you posted something vaguely couple-ly with one of your friends, especially the guys, your fans would go nuts.

“is she dating him?”, “i knew they were together!” were the very common comments you would get when posting pictures with you and another footballer, who happened to be one of your very good guy friends, _(insert male name)_ , whom you hung out with quite often. you decided that one day you were sick of the comments, and posted something for pride, saying that you were proud to be a queer woman. lo and behold, that did not stop the comments.

lady luck must have been on your side for your team has been nothing but incredibly supportive of you coming out. at the same time, one of your teammates took this chance to snag you, and surprise, surprise. you fell head over heels for the woman and have been dating ever since.

you have decided to lay low for the first few months, trying your hardest not to post anything that would make the fans suspicious. however, one day you decided had enough of the speculations.

it was a lazy saturday, you and elisa were out at a quaint neighbourhood cafe having brunch, just enjoying the warm summer weather. it had been a few days after your 6 month anniversary, and you just couldn’t get enough of her. so, as sneakily as you could, you snapped a picture of her looking off into the distance, watching the kids at the playground goofing around with a small smile. too bad your phone wasn’t silenced, so a loud shutter sound was made and caused elisa to whip her head around.

she locks eyes with you, and you must have had the guiltiest expression on your face, because she immediately broke out in laughter. “what are you doing baby?” she laughs harder as your face reddens, her taking your hand in hers and rubbing small circles with her thumb.

“you just looked really good okay!” you defend yourself defiantly, showing her the photo that you took. she gives you a knowing look, before turning away to continue looking at the scenery around, a small smirk on her lips. there was a comfortable silence amongst you two, but your mind started to wonder. for a while now, you’ve been meaning to ask elisa about announcing your relationship. you were sick and tired on hiding things and being so secretive, but you were scared. you enjoy the privacy, the intimate looks given to each other across the room, the subtle electrifying touches on the pitch when you’re standing next to each other. you just don’t want to ruin things-

“what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” elisa breaks you out of your thoughts, head tilted slightly to take a look at you. you were oddly silent for a while, and when elisa turned back around to see what you were doing, you were just staring into space, a dazed look on your face.

you swallow dryly, taking a deep breath. “i think i want to announce our relationship.” you say quickly, averting eye contact with her. you felt her hand tighten around yours, interlocking your fingers with hers. you look up at her timidly from your lap, and you see lines of worry etched onto her face. her brows furrowed slightly, her mouth in a taunt line.

“are you sure about this?” she questions, concern clear as day in her voice. she knew about your past, and you were the one who was more worried about the relationship compared to her. now that you were bringing this up, she had every right to be concerned.

“well, i’m just sick of people thinking i’m dating that meathead. i’m not. i’m dating you. you’re the one i love.” the moment the last sentence left your mouth, elisa swore her heart skipped a beat.

“a-are you very sure? there’s no going back after you announce this you know?” she looks into your eyes, searching for any signs of uncertainty or hesitation, but all she saw was determination.

“i’m sure, baby.” you smile at her, pressing a chaste kiss against the back of her hand. at that moment, elisa was so proud of you. you have come so far, and she knew how big of a step this was for you — to publicly announce that you were in a relationship with another woman.

“i’m proud of you, mon amour.” she wore a warm smile, eyes crinkled, the midday sunlight hitting her facial features just right. you pick up your phone to snap a picture, and this time you did not shy away from her, even asking her to give you her best smile.

before you left the cafe, you quickly posted it, tagging her and titling the caption as “the love of my life, @/elisadealmeida5. mon amour.🤍” of course, the fans were not impressed, but you didn’t care, for you were finally proud to be loud about your identity and your relationship, and the press and media are not going to get in the way of that.

later that night, as you lay in bed with your head on her chest, you get a phone call from your good guy friend. elisa raises a brow at you, and you shrug, picking it up and putting him on speaker.

“yo what’s up! you’re on speaker by the way.”

“you just had to do a hard launch huh?” he cuts to the chase, tone teasing, but proud. you groan, your hand coming up to cover your face.

“ugh c’mon! they were shipping me with you out of all people!” you tease back, looking at elisa who was staring at you, admiration in her eyes. you give her a soft smile, pressing a small kiss on her cheek.

“yeah, yeah, i know. proud of you, short stack. tell elisa i said hi!” and with that, he hung up. not long after, you received an instagram notification where he replied to your post. “i told you so.. what a man child.” you read his comment and smile knowingly, and put your phone away, turning around to face elisa again when she grabs your face and kisses you hard. you gasp into the kiss, melting into her lips. when she pulls away, she leans her forehead against yours, you panting slightly.

“i’ll say this again and again, and i know you’ll grow tired of it, but i’m so proud of you, mon amour, don’t forget that.” she finishes her sentence with another passionate kiss to your lips, smiling into the kiss.

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my man my man my man my man

[cfcalcaraz]

hi 💞

i absolutely loved flustered. i’ve thought about nothing else but ‘don’t make a fool of yourself again princess’ since.

can i request kylian and y/n are friends with benefits but y/n is just a little more toxic than kylian and although she infuriated him, he can not help but keep going back to her? maybe, he may want a little more but she just never wants to be public or in public with him. very angsty, pls? 💞

new chapter - km

summary: Kylian realizes you and him are simply not on the same page and he needs to move on

author: not my best work but enjoy

warnings: angst!!!

Kylian and y/n had been friends with benefits for a while now. they enjoyed each other's company, but y/n always seemed a little more distant than Kylian. she was never interested in being public with him or showing any affection in public. Kylian didn't understand why she was like that, but he couldn't help going back to her.

he enjoyed their time together, but it frustrated him that she never wanted to take it any further. he wanted more than just a physical relationship, but he didn't know how to tell her. he was scared that if he did, she would push him away completely.

one day, Kylian decided that he couldn't keep his feelings bottled up any longer. he confronted y/n and told her how he felt. he wanted to be more than just friends with benefits, but y/n wasn't interested. she liked things the way they were, and she didn't want to change anything.

Kylian was infuriated. he didn't understand why y/n wouldn't want to take their relationship to the next level. they had great chemistry, and he felt like they could be perfect together. he tried to convince her to give it a chance, but y/n was firm in her decision.

despite his frustration, Kylian couldn't help but keep going back to y/n. he was addicted to her, and he couldn't imagine being with anyone else. he knew that he should move on and find someone who wanted the same things as him, but he just couldn't do it.

it was a constant battle between his heart and his mind. he knew that y/n was never going to change her mind, but he couldn't help the way he felt. he was stuck in this limbo, and it was driving him crazy.

in the end, Kylian had to make a decision. he couldn't keep going back to y/n if he wanted more than she was willing to give. it was a hard choice, but he knew it was the right one. he had to let go of his feelings for y/n and move on with his life.

it was a tough lesson to learn, but Kylian knew that he would be stronger for it. he would find someone who wanted the same things as him and who would love him for who he was. it was time to say goodbye to y/n and start a new chapter in his life.

[waywardvint]