#psg oc

[misterpoofofficial]

tubey top

[tacticaldivine]

Obligatory Bodice Heritage Post in light of recent news. You should all witness her at least once, ty.

Artist Credits:

@kr-oart

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@/cakiebakie

[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.

[brideofmbappe]

Missing My Baby || Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x reader

Raindrops pelted the windows as Kylian stared out, the pitter-patter echoing the rhythm of his racing heart. He had been restless, consumed by thoughts of you. The heated argument still played in his mind, the words exchanged and the raw emotions that had torn you both apart. He missed you terribly; the laughter, the shared moments, the love. Each day without you felt like an eternity, and his regret weighed heavily on him.

He poured himself into football, channeling his emotions onto the field. 

The stadium lights illuminated the pitch, casting an intense glow that mirrored the fire within Kylian. As the opponents charged, he couldn't help but see them as an embodiment of his frustrations.

His movements were fueled by a mix of anger and determination. With each dribble, each pass, and each shot, he unleashed his inner turmoil upon the game. The ball seemed to be an extension of his emotions, driven with a ferocity that only he understood. Scoring felt like a release, a brief moment where the weight on his chest lifted.

But even as he dominated the match, a void remained. In between plays, his mind would drift to thoughts of you. He remembered the way your eyes lit up when you saw him, the soft touch of your hand in his, the countless memories that now seemed distant. The cheers of the crowd were a bittersweet symphony, a reminder of how much he had to prove – not just to them, but to himself as well.

Practice was both a sanctuary and a battleground.

Kylian pushed himself harder, the physical strain helping to momentarily overshadow the emotional pain. Yet, there were moments when he faltered, his concentration slipping as your name echoed in his thoughts. He would catch himself, frustration and sadness clashing within him.

The other players noticed the change, the usually happy Kylian appearing somewhat distant and preoccupied.

Nights were the hardest. Exhausted from training and the game, Kylian would return home, hoping to hear your voice, to share the events of the day as he had done countless times before. He would step into the shower, allowing the water to cascade over him, masking the tears that mingled with it. He would close his eyes and for a fleeting moment, imagine that you were there, that the distance between you had vanished. But reality always came crashing back, a cruel reminder that he was alone.

In those moments, the emptiness felt suffocating. The arguments, the regrets, the echoing silence – they all merged into an overwhelming ache that refused to subside. He would call your name softly, almost expecting you to respond from the next room.

The loneliness would settle in, a heavy weight that seemed impossible to escape. And as the water spiraled down the drain, so did his tears, carrying away some of the pain but never truly washing it all away.

But Kylian wasn't the only one struggling.

You had been grappling with the aftermath of the argument as well. The silence between you was deafening, and the emptiness in your heart was unbearable. Every corner of your life seemed to remind you of Kylian, the joy he had brought, and the love you had shared. Each night was filled with tossing and turning, your thoughts consumed by his absence. His words during the argument had cut deeper than you had ever anticipated. The pain was etched into your every thought, replaying his hurtful phrases over and over again.

You found solace in the little pieces of him that remained. Clinging to his pillow, you would bury your face in it, desperately inhaling the lingering scent that was uniquely his. It was a bittersweet comfort, a connection to a time when you were intertwined in each other's lives. But nothing couldn't fill the void he had left behind, and it certainly couldn't mend the shattered pieces of your heart.

Nights turned into days, and days turned into weeks, but the ache persisted. You moved through life like a ghost, a mere shadow of the vibrant person you once were. The laughter that used to flow so easily now felt like a distant memory. The world had lost its colors; everything seemed to be draped in shades of gray.

Sometimes, in the midst of your loneliness, you swore you could hear his voice. A whisper carried by the wind, a faint echo in an empty room. Your heart would skip a beat, hope sparking briefly before reality crashed down again.

You would find yourself turning around, half-expecting to see him standing there, that familiar grin on his face. But it was always a cruel trick of your imagination.

Part of you longed to reach out, to bridge the gap that had formed between you two. But another part of you held back, afraid of being hurt again, afraid that things might never be the same. The battle waged within you, tearing at your insides and leaving you feeling utterly lost.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. The pain had become a constant companion, an unwelcome guest in the house of your heart. You often wondered if life would ever regain its vibrancy, if you would ever find the strength to forgive or move on.

The uncertainty was suffocating, and you clung to the memories of what once was, hoping that someday, the wounds would heal and you would find a way to piece together the fragments of your shattered heart.

On a rainy night, the sky's tears seemed to mirror the emotions in both your hearts. The doorbell rang, interrupting your thoughts. With cautious hope, you opened the door to find Kylian standing there, soaked to the bone but with a determined look in his eyes. In his trembling hands, he held a bouquet of white roses. 

His voice cracked as he began to speak, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I've missed you so much. I can't stand not talking to you. I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry for what I said. It was all my fault, and I wish I could take it back. I regret it all, every word, every moment we've spent apart. I can't bear to be without you. I've been dying to see you, to hold you, to tell you how much you mean to me." 

Tears mingled with raindrops on his cheeks as he poured out his heart, his emotions laid bare. The sight of Kylian, usually composed and strong, brought a pang of sympathy to your heart. You couldn't stand to see him like this, broken and vulnerable.

"Kylian," you whispered, your voice a mixture of forgiveness and understanding. "I've missed you too." And with those simple words, the dam holding back your emotions cracked, and tears streamed down your face as well. 

Without another word, Kylian pulled you into his arms, his grip strong yet tender. The scent of rain and his cologne filled the air as his embrace melted away the days of distance. The world seemed to fade around you both as he lifted your chin, his eyes locking onto yours. 

His lips met yours in a kiss that spoke volumes - a kiss filled with longing, regret, and a burning desire to make things right. It was a kiss that rekindled the fire that had been smoldering within you both. Slowly, he pulled away, his forehead resting against yours as his thumb wiped away the remnants of tears from your cheeks. 

"I've been so deprived of your touch ma belle," he admitted, his voice a mixture of husky desire and vulnerability. Without breaking eye contact, he scooped you up in his arms, effortlessly lifting you off the ground. A surprised laugh escaped your lips as he carried you, your heart pounding with a mix of joy and relief. 

As he ascended the stairs, each step brought you closer to a reunion you had both been craving. He set you down on the bed, his hands running over your body as if he were memorizing every inch. You could feel him trembling, his breathing coming out ragged as he looked at you, his eyes dark and intense. 

You reached for his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders, eager to see him again. He leaned forward, pressing soft kisses along your collarbone, and you felt yourself melt under his touch. His lips brushed against yours, his tongue slipping between them. 

You moaned softly, kissing him back, eager for more. His hands slid up your waist, his fingers brushing against your breasts, causing your nipples to harden. Your hands moved to his belt buckle, undoing it with ease, eager to get at his flesh. He stepped back, watching you intently, his eyes dark and hungry. 

You could tell he wanted to rip your clothes off, but you weren't about to let that happen just yet. You smiled mischievously as you slowly undid his pants, pulling them down to reveal his boxers. 

His cock strained against the fabric, and you couldn't wait to see it again. You ran your hand up the length of his shaft, feeling him throb in response. You gently tugged at his boxers, sliding them down his legs, exposing his cock, already glistening with precum. You looked in his eyes as you took it in your hand, stroking it gently. 

He groaned, his eyes closing as he savored the sensation. You kissed his tip, swirling your tongue around the head, tasting him. He gasped, his hands tangling in your hair, pushing you harder against him. You moaned, loving the feel of his cock in your mouth. 

You began to bob your head up and down, taking him deeper and deeper, sucking on him like crazy. His hips thrust forward, meeting your motions, urging you to take more. You looked up at him, a smile playing across your face. "Oh yes," you heard him whisper. "That feels so good." You smiled, moving faster, wanting to bring him to climax. 

You felt him tense, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he held you close. You kept going, determined not to stop until he came. You felt him explode in your mouth, his cum filling your throat. You followed Kylian's lead as he guided you towards the bed, both of you eager to finish what he had started. 

He lay you gently onto the soft sheets, and then knelt between your legs. He spread them wide, inviting him into you. He took you with one long stroke, burying himself deep inside you. You threw your head back, arching your body towards him, your muscles tightening around him. He groaned, his teeth nipping at your neck. Your nails dug into his back, marking him. 

Kylian pounded into you hard, making you cry out again and again. He was close, and you knew it. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into you. "Oh fuck, yes!" you cried, your body convulsing as you came. He groaned, slowing his pace, but never stopping. You clung to him, feeling every inch of him buried inside you. 

You couldn't get enough of him. Finally, he gave one last thrust and collapsed on top of you, his body still shaking. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He kissed your shoulder, breathing deeply. You turned your head and kissed him softly. "I love you so much mon amour," he said breathless. You smiled, stroking his cheek. 

"I love you too kyky."

[phishcaek]

Panty and Stocking OC Bustier

[boobo13cambridge]

I’ll Take Care of You | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader

Warnings: none just angsty and some passionate kissing

Summary: Kylian is feeling stressed as the news that he will not be extending with PSG comes out. He seeks comfort in you. 

A/N: Hello, everyone! When I got this request I absolutely adored the idea and wanted to get right to it. As always, please leave me feedback and don’t forget to reblog. I would greatly appreciate it. Enjoy, lovelies ❣️

The sun had long set over the city of Paris, casting an ethereal glow upon the Eiffel Tower as its lights illuminated the darkened sky. In the midst of the bustling city, a heavy atmosphere hung over Kylian Mbappé's lavish apartment. The young football prodigy, renowned for his incredible talent on the field, now found himself at a crossroads that weighed heavily on his heart.

Kylian had spent years with Paris Saint-Germain, captivating fans and leaving a lasting mark on the club. Since his arrival in 2017, he had steered his team to five Ligue 1 titles, secured three French Cup titles, and clinched the coveted Player of the Season award on four occasions. Yet, beneath the surface of success, a storm of discontent brewed within him. He felt betrayed by the club. He wasn't happy with the Mercato, he wasn't happy with the coach, and he was even less happy about practically being threatened by the president of the club that he would never be able to leave.  The project that they tried to sell him was all a lie, leaving him consumed by frustration. 

Paris was his home, his people, and his beloved city, and he never desired to depart its embrace. But his relentless ambition gnawed at his conscience, whispering that remaining stagnant would be a betrayal to the dreams of the little boy from Bondy who yearned to conquer all. The time had come to draw a line in the sand; he had reached his breaking point. Enough was enough.

As he lay sprawled on the couch, his gaze fixed upon the sprawling Paris skyline, an overwhelming headache descended upon him. It felt as though the weight of the entire world rested squarely upon his shoulders. The relentless media scrutiny only exacerbated his turmoil, incessantly hurling names at him and peddling baseless stories about his character (as if they even knew him), and practically harassing him on social media. 

He was just so tired.

The young French captain longed for your presence by his side, but fate had conspired against him as you were working until 6 pm that day. Gazing at his iPhone, he saw that it was merely 5:30 pm, and a sense of dejection washed over him. With a heavy heart, he decided to text you, hoping that he could somehow persuade you to leave early.

Kylian: bébé can u leave early?

Kylian: tu me manques 🙁  (I miss you)

You: aww mon bébé 🙁  (aww my baby)

You: ouvre la porte je suis là 😘 (open the door, I'm here)

Surprised and filled with a glimmer of hope, he swiftly rose from the couch, his anticipation mirrored by the chime of the doorbell. A small smile spread on his fatigued face, as he felt a fraction of the weight burdening his shoulders dissipate. 

Opening the door, he felt a sense of relief surge through his body as he saw your smiling face. 

"Surprise, Kyky," you said, winking at him. Kylian didn't know what had come over him, but he felt his eyes welling up with tears as he pulled you inside, enveloping himself around you as he kicked the door closed. His heart weighed heavy, and he struggled to control his sobs, burying his face in your hair.

Surprised, you wrapped your arms around him, gently stroking the back of his head. "Mon bébé, what happened? Are you okay? Talk to me, mon cœur."

Hearing your voice only intensified his tears. He yearned to share his innermost thoughts, to unburden his soul, but he found himself unable to articulate the complexities of his emotions. The past few days had been gruelling for him. People knew him as a confident, self-assured individual, seemingly impervious to the world's judgments. He felt they took advantage of that side of him and perhaps his confidence enraged them. He felt that it was unfair that they used that to vilify him at every given opportunity. This time the footballer just couldn’t take it anymore, he had reached his breaking point.

You were filled with worry. Never before had you witnessed Kylian break down in such a way. Even after the heart-wrenching moments of missing a penalty at the Euro or losing the World Cup in Qatar, his composure had remained intact. However, the recent news of his decision not to renew with PSG had evidently struck a nerve far deeper than anticipated. You knew people wouldn’t take it kindly but you didn’t think it was going to be this bad. 

"Shh, allez mon amour. Ça va bien aller. I'm here for you," you attempted to console him. Gently pulling back, you held his face between your hands.

The sight that greeted you shattered your heart into a million pieces. Kylian's face was flushed, his cheeks stained with tears. Seeing him in such anguish brought tears to your own eyes. "Ky...," you started, softly wiping away his tears with your thumbs. Shaking his head, Kylian pressed his forehead against yours.

"I can't do this anymore, bébé. Je suis tanné, putain," he cried, gripping your hips tightly, seeking solace and grounding himself in your presence.

"Je sais, mon cœur, je sais," you consoled him, gently guiding him to the couch as he lay down, his head buried in your lap. You caressed his head, your other hand soothingly rubbing his back, placing tender kisses upon his head as you whispered words of comfort.

Gradually, Kylian's sobs subsided, and he lifted his head from your stomach, wiping away his tears as you used a tissue to dab at his runny nose. "Let me get you some water, Ky," you attempted to rise, but Kylian shook his head. "Non, stay please... I just want you to hold me."

"Okay, bébé. Anything you want," you said, placing a gentle kiss upon his forehead. "But please, talk to me, Ky."

Kylian was lost in a whirlwind of thoughts, uncertain of where to begin. His emotions and feelings tangled within him, threatening to overwhelm him. It took him a few moments to gather his thoughts.

"I don't know what to do anymore," he whispered, his voice laced with vulnerability. "It feels like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. Everyone has a fuckin’ opinion about everything I do. If I stay at PSG, I'm a fuckin’ loser who's ruining his career by staying in a farmer's league. If I leave, I'm a traitor who doesn't care about the club, only about money. I can't catch a break, bébé. No matter what I do, I'm always the bad guy, always painted as the fuckin’ villain in whatever fairytale they cook up every week. I feel suffocated, and on top of it all, I feel like a complete piece of shit for dumping all my feelings on you. I've been a shitty fiancé."

“Mon amour, don't say that. You are not a shitty fiancée and I want you to know that I love you so much. Secondly, I want you to talk about your feelings with me because that's what I'm here for. We're in this together bébé. We're a team, and I’ll always be here for you whenever you need me. As for the media, those assholes are just jealous because you’re this confident young man who’s so incredibly talented. They could never hold a candle to you, mon amour. Besides,  most of them are just a bunch of racist fucks.”

“I feel like no matter what I chose, people will still make me out to be a bad guy.”

"Bébé, you can't control that. At the end of the day, you have to make the best decision for yourself, and I'll be right by your side through it all."

You gently caressed his cheek, trying to smooth the lines of worry etched upon his forehead.

"Are you sure, bébé? I just..."

"Kylian, mon amour, mon cœur, ma vie. You mean the world to me. Your dreams are my dreams, and your happiness is my happiness. Wherever you decide to go, I'll be right there beside you, every step of the way."

Gazing into your eyes, Kylian's heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. These past few years, sharing his life with someone as extraordinary as you had transformed him into the luckiest man to walk the earth. With every beat of his heart, he recognized that you were not just a partner, but the missing piece that completed his very being—the woman he had always yearned for in his wildest dreams.

In an instant, he surrendered to the intensity of his emotions, his hand instinctively finding the curve of your neck. With a gentle yet possessive grip, he drew you closer, erasing the space between your bodies. Their warmth melded, and the world around them faded into insignificance as their lips collided in a moment of fiery passion.

Time seemed to stand still as their mouths moved in a fervent dance, their souls entwining amidst the raw fervor of their connection. It was a kiss that transcended words, conveying depths of love that mere language could never capture. In that single act, Kylian poured his heart and soul into the embrace, a testament to the profound love and desire he held for you.

The taste of his lips, the electric touch of his hands, and the fusion of their breaths ignited a blazing fire within both of them. Each kiss carried an unspoken promise—a vow of unwavering devotion, a pledge to traverse any obstacle that lay in their path. In that fleeting moment, the world existed solely for the two of them, bound by an unbreakable bond that defied all logic and reason.

As you broke apart, your noses nuzzled together. "But, you know, now that you've decided to leave once your contract ends, maybe choose a city with better weather, oui? I absolutely refuse to have our future babies be born in a cold, rainy place."

A soft chuckle escaped Kylian's lips, blending relief with joy. "I was only joking, bébé. I'm not actually going to Manchester United or Liverpool. Don't worry your pretty little head, princesse."

"You better have been joking because there's no way you're dragging me to a whole new country and knocking me up in the frigid cold.”

“Oh, please. You love it when I do you raw, princesse.”

“ Oh yeah? I'll fly right back and give birth to your child in Marseille,” you retorted, cheeks turning red.

"Take that back, bébé. You're not allowed to say that. No child of mine is going to be a Marseillais."

Laughter filled the air, a melody of hope and love. In that moment, you both knew that no matter the challenges ahead, your bond with Kylian was unbreakable. Together, you would face the uncertainties of life, drawing strength from the unwavering support and affection you shared.

As the night progressed, you held each other close, finding solace in the arms of the one who mattered most. And in that embrace, you both understood that regardless of where fate led the brilliant Kylian Mbappé, love would be your guiding light through the storm, ensuring that the journey ahead brimmed with hope, adventure, and an unyielding bond that would endure forever.

[applejuicefruit]

something like… reader had a toxic relationship and gets surprise when kylian help her with her period.

this 😩❤️

kylian mbappe x reader

tw : period, blood, panic attack, mention of past toxic relationship

My angel

The moment you woke up you knew something was off. You were spending the night at Kylian’s and there was no reason for you to be worried about a thing, expect, you woke up around midnight when you felt cramps in your lower abdomen and something sticky between your legs.

You tiredly opened your eyes and turned the lamp on your nightstand on.

“Shit shit shit” you whispered to yourself when you saw the blood staining Kylian’s white sheets.

You were panicking.

This only happened once with your ex boyfriend and he got so mad at you, yelling and screaming saying that you were supposed to know when your period was approaching you. You remembered how furious he was because you ruined his bedsheets and how he wanted you to clean everything, not even caring you were in pain and losing more blood. You didn’t want that to happen with Kylian too. You knew you came from a very toxic relationship and that kind of stuff will never happen with Kylian but the trauma was still living inside you and you couldn’t help but worry.

Kylian felt when you stood up from the bed but thought you were going to use the bathroom so he didn’t care. He got worried when he heard your trembling voice calling his name.

“Kyky…” you tried to wake him up softly “Kyky…can you please wake up?” you shook him a little.

“What…” he opened his eyes and got worried when he saw you standing next to his nightstand and tears covering your face.

“Is everything okay?” he asked sitting up.

“Not really…can you stand up for me only for five minutes please? I promise I’ll be quick” you said.

“For what?” he asked.

“I-I just got my period….” you softly whispered, too embarrassed to even look at him in the eyes “…I stained the bedsheets, I promise I’ll be quick and change them now, I just need you to stand up for five minutes” you panicked a bit.

“Nonsense” he said “I’ll take care of it…you need to relax my love, I’ll run a bath for you” he said standing up.

“You don’t have to. It’s okay, I can take care of it just now….give me a second to get changed and I’ll put on the new bedsheets, I know it’s gross and ” you tried to argue back but Kylian wasn’t having it.

“Mon amour…” he put his hands on your shoulders “I can take care of it…you don’t have to worry about a thing, it’s completely normal, it happens and I’m not grossed about it, now why don’t you relax and I’ll prepare you a warm bubble bath?” he asked again and you nodded, not able to form any word, still shocked by his kindness and concern about you.

You went straight into the bathroom ad Kylian followed you and prepared you a hot bath and lighted up your favorite candles too.

“You relax now okay my angel?” he kissed your cheek and left with clean bedsheets. 

He put the dirty sheets in the washing machine and in a few minutes he had changed it all. He came back to the bathroom where he found you playing with the bubbles and he smiled. 

“I got you clean clothes” he smiled, putting your clothes next to the sink.

No one ever cared about you like this and honestly you were feeling a little bit overwhelming by everything.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, sensing your panic.

“No…not really” you whispered.

“What can I do to help you?” he sat on the border of the tub.

“It’s not that…but no one ever cared about me when I have my period like you are doing now…like, it’s new to me and I don’t know how to react…” you said keeping your head low.

“Is the bath making you feel better?” he asked.

“Yes…a lot” you said honestly.

“Then that’s everything I have to know…I care about you mon amour, I don’t want to be afraid to tell me when something like that happens again okay? I’m not grossed or ashamed about it, it’s natural and completely normal. All that matters to me is that you’re feeling okay and you’re not in too much pain” he said, his fingers lifting your chin up a little bit so he could watch you straight into the eyes.

“Thank you, a lot” you thanked him.

“I’m here for you, always” he kissed your lips in a very gentle way and you melted a little into the kiss.

Once you were done with the bath he helped you wearing the clean pajamas che got you before and he laid back in bed with you. 

His hands around your waist, pressing a little into your lower abdomen so he could keep you warm. You both fell asleep again, finding comfort into each other’s arms.

[votaeto]

aceaya but in PSG style 🔥🍀

[nymrs]

hii bae i wanted to request one for kylian where the reader is ney’s little sister & is having a thing w kylian but kylian kind of sees her as a naive girl but on the other hand the reader is in love w him & then ney saying i told you so abt kylian’s players behavior . something like tht!! (smut/angst) tysm💞💞💞

I TOLD YOU SO [I] | NJ, KM

Summary: above

Genre: smut/angst (Kylian), fluff (Neymar)

Pairings: reader x fuckboy Kylian, reader x big brother Neymar

"Fuck, you're so wet for me already", Kylian murmured in between the sloppy kisses he left on your neck, softly stroking your clit with his finger, "And I didn’t even do anything yet." You let out a low moan as you bucked up your hip, letting him know you wanted more of him. He grinned at your action. "Patience bébé." His response made you whimper. You bit your bottom lip and looked at him, your eyes full of desire and frustration. "Please", you whined, Kylians smile got even bigger. His hands went up and down your thighs as he placed himself between your legs, his eyes got darker in lust watching you literally melt under his touch. "Oh God", you quietly moaned the moment his thumb was softly circling on your clit again. "You really want me, don’t you? You really need my cock inside that sweet tight pussy of yours, hm?", he gritted his teeth, his voice getting deeper with every word. You positively hummed in response. "Show me", Kylian demanded, giving your throbbing cunt a light slap that made you flinch shortly. With one hand pounding on his dick, two of his fingers slowly slid into your entrance. You threw your head back onto the pillow in pleasure, but you’ve decided you had enough of foreplay, you needed him to go all in now. "Fuck me Kylian, please, fuck me", you groaned out. The movements of his fingers increased in pace. "More! Tell me how bad you want me, tell me what you need me to do."

"Please Kylian, fuck my little pussy, please… oh fuck, fuck me", you could barely speak as his fingers kept on going faster inside of you. He took his fingers out, all covered in your juice, and stroked your lips. Instinctively you started sucking on his fingers, twirling your tongue all around them when you realised he started teasing your entrance with his length. He watched you sucking and listened to your joyous moans that made him slowly go crazy. His dick slid up and down your soaked entrance, but just when he was about to finally put the tip inside, your phone binged. You shook your head, letting him know you wanted him to carry on. He tenderly thrusted into you, giving you time to adjust. You rolled your eyes back in delight. Bing. Kylian overheard your phone due to your whimpering and started thrusting in and out of you in a leisurely pace. He went down to kiss your neck again, his hips fastening their motions. You received countless messages, your phone binging with each one of them. The two of you tried to ignore the disturbing noise, at least until you got the second call. "Maybe you should check it", Kylian suggested when he pulled away from your body. "Whatever it is, it can wait", you insisted and lifted yourself in order to crash your lips onto his again, but then you got another call. "Just check it Y/N, what if it’s something important?" He dropped his body next to yours. You groaned in annoyance and took your phone to simply switch it off, when you saw it was your brother who was spamming you.

Neymar: Onde você está? (Where are you?)

Neymar: You said you’d be home by 10, it’s almost 1am now Y/N

Neymar: What are you doing?

Neymar: Don’t say you are where I think you are

Neymar: I'm coming to pick you up now, I don’t care

Neymar: Get out of there, I'm already here

"Shit", you exclaimed and jumped out of the bed. Kylian looked at you questioning your sudden mood change. You quickly picked up your clothes from the floor and put them on while you explained yourself, "Ney's here. I need to go now."

"Why are you even telling him about being with me? I think he’s uncomfortable enough knowing about his best friend and little sister getting it on. He doesn’t need to know when exactly it happens."

"I didn’t tell him anything, Ky. But I guess he’s clever enough to figure out what I'm doing if I'm too busy to answer my phone in the middle of the night." Kylian shrugged, taking his eyes off you as he started scrolling through his phone. "By the way, what are you doing next Saturday?", you asked. It was your birthday and the only person you really wanted to be there was the one you haven’t invited so far. "I don’t know yet", he replied. Just when you were about to finally to ask him to come over, he cut you off, "Ah yeah, I totally forgot, I'm going on a date." You froze. "A date?" He nodded, his eyes not leaving his phones screen. You could literally feel your heart skipping some beats. "Who’s the lucky girl?", you smiled, trying to hide the fact you were hurt on the inside. Kylian stuttered inaudibly until he admitted, "I don’t even remember her name right now. Some instagram model." You gulped. Of course it had to be a model. The Kylian Mbappé wouldn’t settle for less than the best, right? "Alright, have fun at your date then. See you", you said and were about to leave the bedroom. "Wait, when are you coming over next time?"

Never. "I don’t know. Got a lot to do next week." "Okay, just give me a call if you feel like it". Storming out of his apartment, you bursted out in tears. You tried to wipe them away, you didn’t want your brother to see you like that, but they kept on streaming down your face without ending.

Neymar has warned you about Kylian not looking for anything serious, he told you about the girls he was talking to, but you’ve always been hopeful that one day Kylian would realise that you were what he has always been looking for. You thought he would develop feelings for you as well. This thing you had has been going on for a while now, but you’ve never heard of him going out with someone else. Him being on a date with another woman than you, touching her the way he touched you. These thoughts where enough to drive you insane.

"Meu Deus, I won’t pretend like I don’t know what you and Kylian are doing, but you could’ve at least wiped away your tears and the mascara all over your face", Neymar complained and started the engine when you finally got into the car. He noticed your heavy breathing and looked up at you again. "Y/N, are you okay?", he asked realising more tears were filling your eyes. "What happened?" His hands let go of the wheel, one of them was placed onto your shoulder now. You shook your head and swallowed hard. "I'm so stupid, I'm so fucking stupid", you mumbled to yourself and broke down, unable to hold back your emotions. Neymar pulled you closer and softly stroked the back of your head as you hid your face in his chest. "I'm so sorry Ney, you were absolutely right. I was so naive for thinking he could actually like me", you sobbed. Neymar didn’t say anything. He quickly pecked the top of your head as he continued to stroke the back of it. There was nothing worse in the world for him than seeing his little sister in such a state.

When you felt like you were all cried out, you freed yourself from his embrace and took a last deep breath. "I asked him about his plans for the next weekend since I wanted him to be there at the party", you ironically laughed, Neymar was mindfully listening, "He doesn’t even seem to remember it’s my birthday. He’s going on a date." You shook your head in disbelief. "What did I do for his birthday last year? I threw a fucking surprise party, I had all his family and friends coming over. And this is his way of thanking me? Not even remembering my birthday, if he even ever knew it at all." Neymar remained silent for a moment. "Y/N…", he started, but you instantly cut him off. "Eu sei Ney, eu sei (I know). You told me so, I should’ve listened to you, blah blah blah. Can we please not do this right now?" With his lips in a thin line, he simply nodded and grabbed your hand. "Just know I would never stop you from doing anything if it was good for you. I love you. You can not imagine how it pains me to see my little sister crying over a fucking guy. God, if you only knew what I’d like to do to that damn shitface right now."

"Stop Ney, it wouldn’t change anything about the situation", you sniffed. Neymar lowly chuckled, receiving a confused look from you. "The Frog King gone wrong", he said. You scoffed, but didn’t quite get what he was talking about. "What?" He started laughing even harder. "Come on Y/N, look at him. Don’t you think you could do much better?" You slightly pushed his shoulder, "Don’t be so rude Ney." The two of you quietly laughed until you looked over at him, then dropping your head onto his shoulder. "Thank you for always being there for me. I love you." "I love you too minha pequena (my little one)."

[peaky-shelby]

Define Me | Neymar Jr. x Oc [4]

Summary: Famous Singer and Actress, Gabriella Hamill, travels to Qatar after being invited on live television by her favorite player, Lionel Messi. Despite the invitation, Ella tries to avoid the cameras and hide in plain side, wanting to enjoy the games without the chaos that comes with being in Public places and it all seems to be going well until she meets Neymar Jr. in this bad boy meets good girl story, the definition of good and bad is lost between the lines and redefined by the past and future.

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Chapter 4: defense by definition

Chapter summary: Gabriella and neymar get closer and tangled with each other's life

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The two of them walked for almost 20 minutes until they found a hill they could sit on and pull down their hoodies. Underneath them the light of the city shined, the street lights, the stadiums, the houses and of course the cars driving and bringing the city to life. It was like millions of diamonds all laid down at their feet. For a few minutes no one said anything, they took in the view and the silence. Stealing moments like that was a rare gift for Gabriella, she appreciated the silence and the pause life seemed to have in these moments.

Neymar lowered his body and grabbed a small rock from the edge of the hill, he moved his hand back and with all the strength he had, threw the rock down the hill into the nothingness. Gabriella sat on a bigger rock, watching him. She gave him a rare smile for his accomplishment to throw the rock as far as he did. Neymar laughed and clapped at himself. He sat on the ground, legs crossed and landed all his attention on her, the grin on his face never ones disappearing. Ones again she felt like she was being examined, so she looked away, smiling awkwardly and focusing on the view.

Neymar didn’t take his eyes off her, instead he examined how her hair would move along with wind and stared at her lips, the rosy color. Wondering what it would be like to kiss them, he licked his own lips just in the thought, imagining how she’d taste-

“You’re staring.” She suddenly said, making him laugh. He lowered his head, nodding.

“Can’t help myself.” He answered quickly. He shot her a glance, noticing how her smile widened by the compliment and he congratulated himself on succeeding that.

“you’ve got trouble written all over you Mr. Santos.” She added. He laughed at that, raising his eyebrows.

“Mr. Santos?” he questioned while laughing. She laughed too; a sound he had barely heard in the short time he knew her. But even now the laugh was short and low. She lowered her head, her hair falling and covering her face completely. “What about you Ms. Hamill?”

“What about me?” she asked, kicking a couple of the rocks with her feet. Neymar tilted his head, trying to get a glimpse of her expression but she was hiding from him.

“Are you trouble?” he asked simply. Gabriella kept her face down but shrugged her shoulders. “I bet googling me was easy, but googling you was an adventure.” She didn’t react so he kept going “all the headlines spoke of your relationships and one-night stands…” he bit on his lip “you’ve disappeared for at least 3 years.”

She finally rose her head, staring at the front. “If you read that you must have read the rest.”

“I did” he admitted “but we don’t have to talk about that.” He looked away, feeling his heart getting heavy.

“I wasn’t going to.” She answered sharply, looking at him strictly.

“Media has done us both wrong, no need to get defensive.” He shot back, not flattering under her strict eyes. He wanted to prove to her that any possible defense mechanism she might have had others, weren’t going to work on him. She seemed taken aback by his quick reply, he took that chance to get closer to her, slipping his body closer to the rock she was sitting on. So, close he had to look up at her and she looked down at him not realizing just how close he was. He had an affect on her, he could tell by the way her eyes kept moving uncomfortable and how still she’d remain. He shot her a smile, nudging her leg with his fist. “I think you and I could be real good friends if you let me.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Is that what you want Neymar, to be friends?”

He smiled and shrugged “for now yes.” He slowly reached for her knee to pick up a hair that was stuck on the fabric, making sure she felt his fingers underneath the fabric and pulling the hair away slowly, taking as long as he could before removing his hand from her. Meanwhile he could feel her eyes on him. “Later, we’ll see.”

“Don’t make big dreams boy.” She said blankly and he looked in her eyes. He clicked his tongue, a smirk playing on his lips.

“An asshole, ha?” he asked and she looked away, smiling. “Don’t get shy on me now. Come on, you said I was an asshole, why is that?”

“I told you before you got trouble written all over you.”

“That’s not enough.” He said and got up, rubbing the dust off his clothes and standing right in front of her “I want to hear why.” He crossed his arms and looked down at her. She looked passed him.

“You fall a lot on the field. Gas lighting the referees.”

“You really think that?” he laughed.

“Don’t play dumb with me Ney. Sometimes you straight up lie to them.”

He didn’t answer. Which was a good enough answer.

“I’ve seen the videos of you acting out. Punching people, cursing them.” She returned her gaze at him “I know you’re a party boy. I’ve heard stories, rumors- “

“I thought you knew better than to trust the media.”

“I do. But some things are simply facts. You have a temper and you left Barcelona!” she snapped, sounding like the last thing was what she really cared for. Neymar raised his eyebrows and held in his laugh. He placed his hand in front of his mouth, hiding his smile. While she stared at the ground. He could imagine she was probably hoping to take back what she said. He sat on the edge of the rock, next to her, pushing her a little with his hip to get more space. She turned her head away from him but not before she could see her blush.

“Gabriella Hamill- are you a Barcelona fan?” he asked amused. She didn’t answer right away.

“I was” she said simply.

“And is it possible…” he said, pushing her with his elbow “that your real problem with me is that I left the team-“she huffed but didn’t answer. Neymar started chuckling. She rapidly looked at him, annoyed and that made him laugh anymore. He raised his hand apologizing “I’m sorry- I’m sorry.”

“Now you’re just being insensitive-“she said but was cut off by him laughing louder “this is why people hate you-“ He swallowed his laugh, but struggled to keep it in and after a while neither could she, she started laughing along, giving him a light push on the shoulder, begging him to stop. “It was very important to me alright?” she said louder “You were supposed to have Leo’s back and you left him and Suarez-“ she smacked him harder “stop laughing!” she demanded but she could barely hold it back herself. It took a while from them both to calm down. He maneuvered his body so he could look at her better, their faces inches from each other.

She had gotten completely red and he smiled at the view. She lowered her head slightly and out of instinct he moved her hair behind her ear, which had her raising her head again. He smiled at the proximity while she seemed scared by it. His eyes moved in between her eyes and her lips. He could hear her heartbeat in the silence and thought he might even let him kiss her, so he leaned closer but slipped away from him quickly, standing up.

“Lets head back! It’s late.”

He sighed, laughing to himself. He looked at her with a are-you-fucking-kidding-me look but then nodded and stood up. “Sure, lets go.”

While walking back to the house they laughed a little more. Spoke about the stupidest things they had ever read bout themselves and remembered of times they had embarrassed themselves on accident. They passed by the Brazilian base, arguing whether Neymar should walk her to her house or not but in the end, he didn’t take a no for an answer and he stood in front of her door when they reached it, watching while she searched her keys on her pockets.

“So, are you coming on the game tomorrow?” he asked.

“Yeah I am.” She answered looking up at him. “I’m going to the Argentina game as well…”

“I’m not scared about that one, Messi is gonna take care of the Netherlands just fine.”

“What about Croatia?” she asked “you think you got it?”

“They’re a good team.” He said, made a step closer to her. “We’ll do our best.” He smiled, looking in her eyes and then down at her hand. He reached for her fingers, playing gently with them.

“I heard it’s your last world cup.”

“Yeah… I don’t think I can keep going through this if I’m being honest. still think I’m an asshole?”

“I’m willing to debate on that one but I still think you are trouble.”

He smiled, interlocking their fingers and bringing her hand up on his lips. He kissed the back of it gently, meanwhile his eyes remained locked with hers.

“I understand more than you think Princessa.”

“I have it on good authority you’re a softie deep down.” She smiled.

Neymar narrowed his eyes. Then he remembered “Antonella?” Gabriella nodded.

“Just for the record, I won’t follow you on Instagram. Last thing I need is for it to become a story.”

“You’re telling me this, so I won’t take it personally?” he asked “Meus Deus, I might start believing you care.”

She slipped his hand away from his and got on her tip toes to leave him with a kiss on the cheek, then she whispered on his ear “you might be right.”

With that she left and Neymar knew he was in actual trouble. A part of him wanted to knock on the door the minute she closed it but he made a step back and allowed himself to go back to his room and rest before tomorrow’s game.

EDUCATION CITY STANDIUM – NEXT DAY

She went to the game just like she told him. It was the first game she was seeing live, Croatia against Brazil. Of course, she was betting on Brazil, Ney was one of the reasons why. She was dressed in her usual hoodie and a pair of jeans. She had even worn a week to avoid any possible tragedies and her sunglasses were always on.

Neymar spotted her during the first half of the game and winked at her. Maggie noticed and smacked her arm, getting her attention.

“Why did trouble just wink at you?”

“Why don’t you go ahead and ask him?” she shot back and returned to watching the game. It wasn’t going to brazil’s favor but it wasn’t going in Croatia’s favor either, which was good. Then out of nowhere Neymar did his magic and scored, everyone around Gabriella screamed and so did she. Jumping up and down on first rows. Maggie had to close her ears to keep out the noise, Gabriella laughed at her reaction. Unfortunately just a while after the happiness was stolen away, when Croatia scored a goal for themselves and everyone seemed to know that this game would end with penalties. Gabriella’s heart sunk and she questioned herself for caring as much as she did. A little before the game ended, he looked at her again, this time his eyes looked hurt, like he already knew he was going to lose. All Ella could do was give him a look of encouragement, taking off her glasses just for a second so he could see it. Maggie hit her.

“Put the glasses back on, are you insane!” she yelled and Gabriella obeyed. When the penalties game everyone was screaming. Maggie excused herself and Gabriella sat alone, watching terrified as brazil missed again and again. Her eyes were stuck on him and she knew brazil lost by the way he knelt on the ground, breaking like someone had shot him on his legs. It was a painful sight. He seemed so tiny in the middle of the bitch, so weak and lonely. All the members of the team were laying down or sat cuddling their knees. Neymar was being comforted by Thiago, while his chest trembled, he was crying. Every inch of her body wanted to get up and go to him like she was being pulled by an invisible string. The seats next to her started emptying, she knew Maggie would struggle coming back in the stadium and maybe if she was there, she wouldn’t have done what she did but she did.

She got up and walked down the stairs of the stadium, she was already in the vip section so she wasn’t stopped by anyone until she reached the front of the pitch. She wouldn’t have been able to pass if it wasn’t for Neymar, yelling at the guards to let her through and when they did, she ran to him and wrapped her arms around him. He held her close to him like she was a teddy bear and cried in her arms. She could hear the camera clicks and the photographers, moving all around them but she kept her glasses and her hoodie and her mask on, hiding her face.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He mumbled in her ear.

“I know” she asnwered simply and it was true she would eventually regret it but he the way he was on his knees, his broken eyes, she felt like she had to be there. His grip tightened and so did hers. Eventually she let go and moved away. Her heart breaking.

BAZIL DRESSING ROOMS – LATER

Neymar was sitting alone in the middle of the room, with his head on his hands when he felt her hand on his head. He raised it and saw her sitting on the bench next to him. Her hand travelled from his head to his cheek and she leaned her forehead on his.

“I’m sorry” she whispered.

He reached for her chin, sniffing back the tears and forced himself to smile “how did you get here?”

“Richarlison recognized me. He let me in.”

She wiped his tears with her thumb, and he sunk in her touch, getting any strength he could from her. He closed his eyes, feeling it as another round of tears pained his green eyes and his entire body fell on her arms. He knew her so little, yet she was the one person he needed. A person that didn’t look at him with pity, not a fan or a friend, someone as ice cold as her. She moved closer so she could hold him better and kissed the top of his head. She tilted her head to leave kisses on his cheek and he raised his head, in search of her lips but she pulled away quickly, shaking her head.

“No.” she whispered. “I’m not gonna be your distraction Neymar. I have a self-esteem too.” She said quickly. He nodded, defeated and leaned his forehead on her lips. Was that all he needed her for? A distraction? “You did your best.” She said “You were great.”

“Not enough.” He answered in his broken voice. She cupped his face, holding it up so he’d look in her eyes.

“You did what you could.” She argued “whose to say it wasn’t enough.”

“The fucking score- “

“It was penalties Ney! You didn’t even get to shoot yours! If it’s anyone’s fault it was the coach for not putting you first!” her voice was strict and loud. He was focused on her lips and the intrusive thoughts took over him and he leaned in again. His lips hovering over hers, they moved in opposite directions, while he was trying to get a taste from her, she was barely pulling away “Ney please- “

“You really shouldn’t have come on the field.” He whispered in her lips and she didn’t answer. The pictures of the mystery girl hugging Neymar were already all over the internet. He wondered how she let it happen, she always planned everything to the detail so she wouldn’t be figured out and now she had done this herself “why?” he asked out loud.

Her eyes were moving from his lips to his eyes “Because you’re not an asshole” she answered. He locked his eyes with hers and she leaned in kissing his cheek. “Leo is waiting for me.” Neymar let his head fall on her shoulder “I’ll call you when the game is over.”

“No.” he hugged her, keeping her close “don’t go- “

“Neymar!” Thiago Silva walked in, stopping in his tracks when he saw the two of them together. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s ok.” She got up, smiled at the Thiago “I was leaving anyway.” She smiled and walked past thiago, leaving.

Thiago told Neymar the bus was leaving and helped him up. All the boys were silent on the way back on the base. They locked themselves in their rooms and watched the Argentina game on TV. Neymar spent his hours drinking, glass after glass, trying to numb the pain. He wouldn’t pick up the phone to anyone, not even her. He stayed in his room until it started to feel like it was shrinking. He got up, grabbing his wine with him. Thiago stopped in the hallway, telling him to go back inside because he was drunk but Neymar shook him off and continued on his way.

No surprise he found himself on the steps of her door, he knocked but there was no one inside. So, he sat on the steps, sipping on his bottle but the pain didn’t seem to be going away, if anything it was growing bigger. He told himself he’d close his eyes for a moment and lowered his head on her knees. Had he lost his senses for just a few minutes? Or a few hours? He didn’t know but he awoke by her voice-

“Neymar” she said and he opened his eyes. Her blurry figure seeming like a ghost.

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[cialovesklopp]

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍 ➺ k.mbappé

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — realizing that one is actually in love is a process being done with your best friends

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 6.2k

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — actually don't know why this chapter was so difficult to write so i hope it turned out fine. it's kind of a filler chapter but only preparing you for what's about to come also wanna thank my bestie @cl16version for helping me write this chapter, don't think i would have finished without her

mon amour — masterlist

every relationship is built on love and trust. both so different and yet, deep down, are based on the same fundament. 

the history of love and its different types went back decades; maybe even centuries. in definition, english literature has found it to be a simple feeling of deep affection and intimacy. but it was also the same english literary, that had given the word « love » a much important, higher meaning.

shakespeare’s romeo and juliet had opened the world to different types of love, erasing the standard of the typical love scenarios known to the world and making place for the difficult and painful ones. but whether it was the most powerful one, had never been known to humans. 

were feelings of hatred and disdain turned into passionate feelings stronger than the love, built up on years of friendship? the affection that grew after years of true care for each other? the true kind of love could not find its veritable definition. the connection based on the free will of two people somehow defied physics when it was analyzed deeply. 

but trust was not any easier. in fact it turned out to be even harder because how could one person be able to trust another person blindly? when one doesn’t even trust himself, how would one be able to trust another human, with the same flaws as itself?

for amara, love had always been somewhat suspicious to her. the idea of sharing herself to another person, letting that person into the deepest parts of her did not seem very appealing to her. she could never truly let go of her. if you wanted to love her, you had to satisfy yourself with the 90% she allowed you to have. and yet, even with her carefulness and high-alert to it, she had trusted and given 95% of herself. 

she couldn’t trust anymore — how could she? not when the additional five percent she had allowed evan to have, had been used against her. he had humiliated her before breaking her heart. the stepping and trashing of it did not help her very much. but the trust she had given away and it had been misused, she would always cry after it. 

evan and her had lived in completely different worlds and yet a whisper of media and suddenly they found themselves on the same platform. maybe if she never had gone to that beauty event, he wouldn’t have talked to her. and her so-called friends could have never pushed her to seek after him if they hadn’t been captured by the press. the moment she would have tasted the poison of him — the moment she should read the articles of him and her instead of crushing on him — she would’ve spit him out and left his radar at the first chance she would have got. 

she had been naive back then. a child thrown into the celebrity world with no one to guide her, fresh meat for the hungry wolves, just waiting for a weak lamb to stumble upon them. it was clear that he had used her — the young rising star, being thrown into the industry without any knowledge — it was easy to use her. to amara, evan represented the false friend, the crisis of her faith when she had not been sure whether to even accept his invitation. 

amara had seen the red flags and deliberately chosen to ignore them — her first mistake. she knew she should have left him when he had started downgrading her but she stayed — her second mistake. another door had opened when she had met his parents and they had undermined her, racist side marks the entire evening and she had taken them all and yet she had stayed. another mistake. there had been so many signs that she had chosen to ignore — simply, because he had made her feel loved, desired. and the bullet had hit her when her safety bubble had burst. 

it had never been clear to her what had been her motive. why she couldn’t have just gone on her way instead of blushing and attire his attention. evan had never made it worth staying, amara realized as she looked back even though deep down she knew the reason. why she had never left. 

evan had always given her enough to make her stay, ignore the bright red flags and issues he had. she had been young, a fresh adult with no experiences on love. he had realized quickly, he had enough good to make her stay through the bad. to never even question a leave. she endured cheating scandals because he knew how to win her back, he knew how to make the bad outweigh the good for a moment before all began again. 

in the end, she celebrated his love and he tolerated it. 

she regretted a lot of thing but mostly, the loss of her innocent adult years. where memories used to be things that made her smile and not emotions that could be used as weapon. every touch he had left on her had turned out to be a scar, ugly and dark, carving her for life. she had not planned on trusting again.

and then life introduced her to kylian.

he somehow made the idea of love less disgusting. showed her the kind type of love that also existed. that next to painful and unstable it could also be reassuring and calming. still it wasn’t sufficient for an “us”. and kylian was left, picking up the pieces. 

the longer she stayed in her relationship, the smaller the pieces got, her heart breaking so many times, some pieces would never be found again. but kylian had found a solution — he would fill the gaps with love. and somehow it was working and she found herself falling again, the easy part of love.

their relationship was blooming like the first flower fighting her way through after decades of ice growing over its ground. he broke the high walls that had built around her, had formed a security wall. a new bond had been created between them, building and strengthening over their deepness and the easiness of being vulnerable in front of each other. 

that they knew where they were standing with each other, made it even easier for amara. she could be open with kylian, there were no overthinkings with him, no contemplating.  her relationship with kylian allowed her to be her own true self. 

and the changes of it were quickly recognisable, with smiles becoming more and more frequent. gloomy eyes were replaced with bright grins and her eyes were slowly starting to regain their twinkle back, the origin of her success and career. 

with kylian waiting for amara to get her trust and confidence back, the singer started to open up more, go back to her old sunshine-self as she had been known as. the balance in her life was restoring, equalizing her career and private life again. and amara could go back to living in bliss, actually experiencing the innocent feeling of amore, she had not been allowed to feel during her time with evan. 

she was falling hard like a plane flying straight-down to the ground. the overwhelming rush of emotions flooding her heart, becoming more and more each second she passed with the french striker. the realization had struck her at night, as she had worked on her song, hitting her with the speed of lighting: she was undeniably in love with him. 

she was swimming in a sea of emotions, with no shore or land in sight. her eyes viewed kylian in a different light now — he wasn’t the charming footballer anymore, with easygoing and playful character. instead he had upgraded to the man, who had giving her inspiration again. her muse and for amara, this held higher significance than anything else. 

how she had ever lived without him, she didn’t know. how could she have made all these days in Paris without the air in her apartment spreading the scent of love and comfort, the certain safety that looked everywhere whenever he was there. she cherished every second spent in his presence, treasuring each moment as if it were a precious gem.

Amara had given kylian everything. she was willing to repeat her mistake, let him have a part of her she had never given away before. all the times she stood in front of the mirror and since the entry of his life, all of sudden she saw herself different. as if she had never seen herself before. 

and kylian knew she was scared. he was aware she was hoping to be spared of all this, the process of falling in love again, afraid of all those dark feelings returning from her previous failed relationship. but she wasn’t alone in her feelings. deep down, he was scared too, angst sometimes lurking in his mind as he thought about her and their growing relationship. but just as quickly as those feelings came, they were gone again and it all started to make sense to him again — he would take the leap of faith anytime again. 

they would never admit to each other just how much the other meant to them — both afraid to overstep boundaries. 

it was the reason why kylian would never know how much it meant to her when he would hold her, press tiny kisses on her temple when they sat down to watch a movie. how it was able to change the way she saw herself when he complimented her. she was willing to give herself to him if he accepted the part of her, she had never let loose before. 

and amara would never know, she was the reason, he was being himself again. she would never hold the knowledge that the night they had met, had been for him to grow out of his misery after his own failed relationship. how her messages transferred smiles onto his faces that even his teammates started to grow suspicious. 

a certain vulnerability loomed over them, their hearts exposed to the other. and that same vulnerability was covered with soft smiles, silent confessions of love, glimpses into the depths of each others’ souls. love had the power to transform, to shape and create. it was able to bury insecurities, flaws, hatred… love had the power to give new beginnings to old things. 

especially in her case, love had given her something so important, it had given her inspiration, a new muse for her music. kylian fitted her in every way possible. even more because he loved her just because she — in his eyes. in his eyes she wasn’t amara imani, and he had fallen in love with her plain self, with her just being amara. 

she didn’t need to be more to make his world lighten up, her laugh was enough. and she didn’t need to wear makeup to be the most beautiful girl in the room — she could wear a potato bag and still win miss universe in his opinion.

sometimes even the simplest of loves were the most beautiful ones. the one, where one could see how trust and love were built around moments spent with each other, finding your soulmate, best friend in your loved one. world’s could never describe how this was an entire different feeling from just falling in love. and loving every part, every flaw and still seeing beauty was another different thing. 

even to herself, amara couldn’t explain why kylian’s laugh attracted her so much. it could have been his body, after all he was built very well, his face, his status — but no, for amara the most attractive thing on kylian was his smile. 

she started to drown out, not even listening anymore but just memorizing his smile to the finest detail. the way, kylian couldn’t help but to laugh before even recounting what had happened that made him burst into laughter like this. she gazed at him with so much love in her eyes, adoration, fondness. his giggles filled the air, tearing all of amara’s attention to them as he recounted with animated gestures. the last thing she remembered was that something funny at training session had happened today but what exactly it was, she didn’t know. by then she had already completely spaced out, staring at kylian instead and his smile.

the time passed with amara and kylian are still lost in each other’s company. they both enjoyed the moments where they did not have to wear a mask, could be completely themselves. they were only amara and kylian with each. two normal persons, trying to navigate their way through life. but of course, they couldn’t escape it forever, time and responsibilities always caught up. 

glancing at the clock, she gasped when she saw how late it already was. truthfully, for their standards, it wasn’t really late but she knew kylian had an away match tomorrow and couldn’t afford to be tired there. 

“kylian,” she began softly, nudging the french forwards’ shoulder, “it’s late. you need to go.”

“are you trying to get rid of me?” he retorted jokingly, grinning at her. 

she rolled her eyes, amusement clear on her face, “never. but you have an away match and i kind of don’t fancy you being benched.”

he gasped, putting a hand on his heart dramatically. “omg, you actually care for me.” he exclaimed, his grin spreading wider when she lightly slapped him neck this time. “but are you actually going to watch my match this weekend?”

“you’re acting as if i haven’t watched your last two matches.” she replied sarcastically. 

kylian waved dismissively, “yeah but we lost those. and i’m really sure we’re going to win this one. and, i don’t mean to brag, but i kind of am a big deal so it should be really entertaining.”

amara bursted out laughing, placing a hand in front of her mouth to stop her but it was useless. “sure…,” she trailed off, a mocking tone distinguishable in her voice. “it’s not like i have anything better to do this weekend, no of course not. i can already feel how excited i am to watch you run after a ball for one and a half hours.”

“glad to know this is how you feel about me,” kylian replied, his face scrunching up which made amara laugh even more. 

“you should start selling tickets just for people to watch you, not the team but just you.” amara suggested, “it’ll be called the donatello experience, after all you do kind of look like him. but the wish version.” she added, squirming when kylian suddenly started to tickle her. 

her laughter rang through the entire apartment, her begs going down in laughs as kylian tickled her all over. it was perfect. this moment was everything her and even were not and for the first time in a long time. amara was not thinking about her worries, the only thing on her mind was kylian - her kylian. she knew that god was a woman, but her favorite angel was definitely kylian.

“you think it’s an insult, i take it as a compliment,” he stated proudly and amara raised her eyebrows, an incredulous expression on her face at his words. “but you know, you’re kind of right. i should definitely start the mbappé experience. i mean after all, who wouldn’t want to see this beauty,” he let a hand run down his face, posing extravagantly which started another small laugh flash of amara. 

“people would start reclaiming their money if they spent it to watch you fall every twenty minutes. but what’s money when you can watch the imperialistic, majestic, phenomenal kylian mbappé try to score goals, right?”

 “ha ha,” he replied dryly, glaring at the singer in front of him. “aren’t you funny?”

amara smirked, mischievous glint in her eyes, “i know i am. you don’t have to remind me.”

“and people say, i have a big ego,” kylian muttered under his breath, but still loud enough for amara to hear, “they clearly haven’t met you.”

“your ego is bigger than france itself,” amara retorted, “i’m just trying to match your energy.”

“glad we’re on the same page.”

“of course we are. if it wasn’t for me, who would remind you of your frequent moments of mediocrity and knock you off your high horse?” amara explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “i’ll be here, sitting on my couch, cheering you on as i watch you miss a penalty by a mile.”

instead of answering with another sarcastic comment, the french striker stood up and pulled off  the blue psg-hoodie he was wearing. amara’s eyes widened as she spotted his abs, clearly visible through the tight white shirt he was wearing beneath. he threw it into amara’s lap without another word, the smell of his cologne immediately picked up by her nose. 

“you’re giving me your hoodie? what for? i can easily order myself a psg jersey,” she questioned, looking at him confused.

he shrugged dismissively again, “faut que je encourage mon plus grand supporter, tu ne trouve pas? without whose words, i probably wouldn’t have scored my incoming hattrick.” — don’t you think?

she pulled the sweatshirt closer to her chest and put it on, laughing as she saw how big it was on her body. “aww, thank you. you thought of me. to how many girls have you already given this?”

“none,” kylian replied deadpan, nodding in affirmation when amara raised her eyebrows. “you’re the first.”

“i feel honored, thank you so much. maybe, i’ll sell it on ebay.” she said cheerfully and threw a last glance at the time on her phone. “kylian, you really need to go now if you don’t plan on warming the bench tomorrow.”

he held his hands up in surrender. “d’accord, je m’en vais déjà.” — okay, i’m already leaving

kylian lifted himself up from the sofa, reaching for his belongings. amara quickly put on some slippers and accompanied him to the door, in a way it felt like this was a death march. as if amara would never see him again, which was quite the opposite in reality. they had spent the whole day together, yet it felt like it wasn’t enough. to the two of them not even forever could fill their need for one another, and with kylian going away for a match. their need to be close to each other had never been stronger.

they stood at the door, looking at each other, their regards completely enamored. his hand brushed gently against hers, surroundings entirely drowning out. for some reason, this goodbye felt different. the usual warmth was discernible in his eyes, the smell of his cologne filled the air, intensified this time because of his hoodie that was gracing her body, a comfortable atmosphere laid around them. and yet, neither moved. they were caught in their moment. 

it reminded amara of their first meeting, the morning after. when they had been at his apartment and she was in kylian’s position. they would have stayed there too for hours if her phone hadn’t rang. but this time, there were no distractions. it was just the two of them, waiting for the other to make a move and yet neither of the two wanted to disrupt the moment. 

he contemplated in his head, mind running high — was this the moment he had longed for? when she would finally make a step forward instead of her three steps back each time something like this happened? all he wanted to do at the moment was to take her head into his palms and press his lips on hers. but he also knew that it wouldn’t be fair towards her. 

she needed the time to heal and move forward from her insecurities, her doubts about love. and he had sworn to himself several times to give it to her. he could wait for years, it would be okay. she was the only woman in his thoughts at the moment. they didn’t need to rush. for him, it was the most obvious thing that he liked her in every kind of way. they could be in a room full of diamonds and yet she would still shine the brightest. 

he leaned down, close enough to hear amara’s heart beat pound quickly, his lips brushing her skin swiftly as he pressed a soft kiss on her cheek. for a second everything stood still, the earth stopped in its tracks. and it was just them, as the innocent gesture made them both freeze. was it the wrong decision? maybe. was it too soon? maybe. but all kylian could say was he did not regret it.

the kiss did not leave them unbothered. the sensation of his touch, his skin on hers sent shivers down her spine, the spot where he had kissed her burning with heat. and yet she felt a bit of disappointment. a part of her had thought it would have been more, longed for more. 

and kylian somehow sensed it. he could feel her bit of disappointment that was going through her. he placed her hands in his, smiling at her fondly, so much love in his gesture, “i know you’re disappointed. but i did not want our first kiss to be a goodbye kiss. i promised myself, i would make our first kiss unforgettable and wait till you’re ready for us.”

as he spoke, how could she be mad at him? when he was that considerate of her feelings; when he was able to read her like an open book? she looked up at him, eyes reflecting every of her emotions that she currently felt and a smile broke out on her lips. 

“will you wait forever?”

“if you want me too, i will.”

“you’re too good for me, ky,” amara muttered, still playing with the footballer’s hands. 

he shook his head, her smile mirroring on his face, “not too good. just perfect.” he leaned his back towards the wall, watching their reflection in the mirror. “he didn’t deserve you. he never did.”

as they slowly, with lots of reluctance let go of each other’s hands, another atmosphere built up. they didn’t have to say anything, they knew what they thought. next to the warmth and love filling the air, there was also a sense of safety. they felt safe with each other. she wasn’t just amara anymore, the person he fell in love with and wanted to show her his love. she had changed into amara, the person he felt safe with that he loved. 

the first time they had been in this situation, the roles were reversed and he had to hold on to the hope of it all, that they would meet again. that she wouldn’t push him back, and she hadn’t. so even though she had never been his, he had lived for her. given things up for her because his sense of amore had been so innocent, so hopeful that their faiths would intertwine. 

“so… i can count on you cheering me on from your couch?”

she nodded firmly, “no place i would rather be at that time,” she replied in the same cheerful tone, her soft smile still decorating her face. “by the way, it wouldn’t have been a goodbye kiss,” she added as kylian stepped through the door, her words making the french forward stop and turn around.

“well, this isn’t a goodbye, cherié,” he responded, “just a, see you soon.”

both were grinning widely when amara closed the door behind her. a cocktail of emotions rushed through her, her mind replaying the past few minutes in her head over and over. her hand reached for her cheek, the touch of his lips on her cheek still recent. even as she sat down on the couch, her mind still thought back to the moment they had shared at the door, their step forward. 

even kylian couldn’t wipe the smile of his face as he made his way home. he ignored the questionable look from his chauffeur, his mind still thinking back to the moment that had just happened. the soft and gentle kiss he had left on her cheek held much more significance. it was a symbol for their step forward. 

𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄:

AMARA: i kind of miss you guys scratch that, i actually miss you so much

LIYAH: this bitch drunk again?

r u drunk again?  you’re only emotional when you’re drunk

AMARA: can’t a girl miss her besties

GRACE: nah, she’s definitely drunk we literally talk to each other over the phone every day in case you forgot, i’m your pr-manager

AMARA: choke i’m not drunk i just miss seeing you, it’s been weeks

GRACE: aww, we miss seeing your beautiful face too

GRACE: but she’s kind of right, it’s actually been kind of long since we all saw each other

AMARA: paris is lonely without y’all next girls night out is on me

LIYAH: we’re sorry not everybody can go into hiding immediately

AMARA: acting as if i did this on purpose anyway i’m bored by the way, did you see the article about e*an and his girlfriend at the MTV awards?

LIYAH. i thought we agreed not to talk about this asshole anymore BUT LIKE SAME  AND THE WAY THEY’RE SAYING, YOUR THE ONE LEFT BEHIND

GRACE: we can always sue them if you want this was more than just talking about henderson and his new trophy girlfriend they woke up and chose violence

AMARA: it’s the part where they say ‘i pale in comparison to her’ like, i’m sorry my job is not to just sit still and look pretty

LIYAH: that nepo baby has probably never worked even lifted a finger to work for something

GRACE: don’t worry i’ll take care of it and e*an will definitely eat his words “not truly working between us” THAT BITCH

AMARA: his text messages say different but who cares?

GRACE: do me the favour though and don’t go on social media rn, it’s shitty there

LIYAH: gracey’s kind of right, it does look bad at the moment AMARA: dw wasn’t planning to anyway, i’m over it already so liyah, how was fashion week?

LIYAH: great lots of free alcohol and great clothes

AMARA: where was it again?

LIYAH: in the south of france monaco = lots of casinos and alcohol

GRACE: speaking of monaco…

LIYAH: yesssss

AMARA: liyahhhhhhhh

LIYAH: amaraaaaaaaa

AMARA: WHAT’S THIS GRACE JUST SEND ME PRIVATELY? YOU HAVE A NEW MAN? YOU BAGGED CHARLES LECLERC!!!!

GRACE: AND SHE PROBABLY WOULDN’T HAVE TOLD US IF WE DIDN'T ASK AFTER FASHION WEEK

LIYAH: guys….

AMARA:

THIS YOU?

LIYAH: i didn’t know it spread this quick but let me add, his ferrari collection>>>>> and he feeds me pasta everyday

GRACE:

SPILL BITCH

AMARA: yess, we wanna know the deeds how did this shit happen

LIYAH: well, i was supposed to go on blind date but asshole never showed up charles ordered me a bottle of wine and joined me later than, apparently he saw me being sad

GRACE: omgggg

one night stand??

LIYAH: nahhh we went on a few days before he popped the question and he’s literally amazing skilled everywhere

AMARA: damn, girl not even james made you swoon like that

GRACE: she deep in

LIYAH: james could have never let’s not disrespect charles like that james would have never let me drive his pista

AMARA:

PISTA? A FERRARI PISTA

LIYAH: he has a customized one

AMARA:

JEALOUSSSS (don’t you dare quote my song now)

GRACE: but like, how’s it going?

LIYAH: he’s so charming and cute and perfect.  i feel like every adjective i try to use does not fit, it’s too good.  and his smile — his smile is adorable.  especially with his dimples. impossible not to fall for him.”

AMARA:

WE NEED TO MEET HIM ASAP

GRACE: he got our girl down bad

AMARA: she’s actually in love

LIYAH: but like jokes aside, i really like him like him and me are

there are no situationships, no toxic exes it’s perfection — well, more like he’s perfection and brings out the best in me

AMARA: she’s in love let’s hope he doesn’t screw it up like james did.

GRACE: if he does, ferrari red won’t be the only one he’s seeing

AMARA: but we can’t wait to meet him in person

LIYAH: how about we stop talking about my man and focus on the reason, amara’s hyped again

GRACE: YES CAUSE WHY IS THIS BITCH CALLING ME AT TWO O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING

LIYAH: AND DON’T EVEN TRY TO DENY IT WE’VE KNOWN YOU FOR YEARS

GRACE: SPILL THE BEANS

AMARA: don’t know what you’re talking about there’s no one

LIYAH: at least try to sound convincing

we’re your best friends your soul sisters

GRACE: by definition it’s our job to pry into your life

LIYAH: TELL US, WHO GOT YOU DOWN

AMARA: fine so there’s this guy, kylian and we met here

LIYAH: SHE ACTUALLY HAS A MAN

GRACE:

AMARA: not gonna lie my heart is going crazy for him like he is kind of perfect

GRACE: OMGGG WHAT HAS THIS BITCH BEEN KEEPING FROM US

LIYAH: SPILL what’s he like?

AMARA: he’s incredibly talented firstly and his smile could literally light up a room

LIYAH: IT’S GETTING GOOD

AMARA: idk how to describe but like we just click, we don’t have to say anything but immediately understand each other and he’s actually making me laugh and keeps up with my sarcasm

GRACE:

LIYAH: SHE IS DOWN BAD

GRACE: does he know you feel bout him that way?

AMARA: he knows like, we both know that we have feelings but i told him, i’m not ready and he understands that said, he was willing to wait for me

GRACE: KEEP HIM

LIYAH: HE’S PERFECT

GRACE: what does he even look like?

AMARA:

LIYAH: WHO IS THAT? WAIT I THINK I KNOW HIM

GRACE: DAMN AMARA WHAT THE HELL BITCH HOW COULD YOU KEEP HIM FROM US

LIYAH: HE’S THAT PLAYER FROM PSG RIGHT? THE FRENCH STRIKER SCORED THREE GOALS IN THE WC FINAL??

GRACE: A FOOTBALL PLAYER? AMARA??? INCOMING FACETIME CALL:

giggling, amara accepted the call quickly, her smile widening as she stared at her two best friends. her laugh intensified, looking at liyah’s serious face.

“usually, i am the first to veto football players but if he’s anything like what you told us,” liyah trailed off excitingly, “if you don’t go for him, i will personally smack the shit out of you.” liyah threatened jokingly, “that man literally has you smiling like the cheshire cat and—”

“is that his hoodie?” grace cut her off, pointing at the navy blue sweatshirt on amara’s body. their eyes immediately spotted the small number seven, engraved at the top corner of the shirt.

she looked away shyly, nodding and instantly laughing at the shocked faces of her friends. “he gave it to me, sort of support. said that, if i can’t come to his matches, then at least i’ll be supporting him through my phone.”she explained, smiling brightly.

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?” grace questioned her incredulously, while liyah was still looking for words to describe the behavior of their friend. “HE IS DOWN FOR YOU.”

“girls, it’s not that easy. i like him, i truly do but things are not the same for me as they were for you and charles.” amara muttered, her smile shining less. “i can’t just go for him.”

their expressions were soft, a certain fondness for their best friend recognizable as they looked at her. liyah spoke first, “if this is because of evan, i can promise you, it’s not going to be like that the next time. this time, we’re here and not those fake, backstabbing snakes. and the moment we see a red flag in kylian, we’ll make sure he never ever plays football again.”

she sighed heavily, hands running frustratingly over her face. “i am a mess at the moment. i can’t even step outside because of this stupid scandal. and he’s kylian, france’s golden boy. he doesn’t deserve to be dragged down because of me.” she confessed, a heavy weight falling off her shoulders. 

“amara, the last thing you need to do is think of yourself as a burden.” grace told her in a scolding tone, “kylian is old enough to choose whom he wants to associate himself with. and if chose you, that’s because he likes you. you literally said that he was willing to wait till you were ready to move forward.”

“men like them only come once in a lifetime,” liyah added to support grace’s statement. “and sometimes you just have to trust. don’t take this as me pushing you to get into a relationship but we want you to figure it out. you’re the only one who knows when you’re ready or not and neither your reputation nor your career are going to change that. it’s just you.”

“is it even a good idea for two celebrities to date? i don’t need a repeat of what happened with evan. this thing escalates again and i’m done,” she explained worriedly. “i am trying to rise from the ashes. i can do it once but if this fails, i can’t do it twice. and the risk of it is too high for me.”

amara jumped when suddenly a pillow was thrown towards the camera, rolling her eyes lightly at liyah’s antics. she was known for her way of always overdramatizing everything. 

this time was no different. 

“mar, honestly i don’t really know if kylian is the right guy. the only thing I know though is that he cares. and maybe he’s not the right person. but at least you’ll have tried.” grace assured her, smiling softly at her while liyah held her thumbs up. “sometimes you have to kiss several frogs to find your prince.”

“you’ve got no idea how thankful i am for this,” she replied thankfully, accepting grace’s advice. “truly do not know where i would be without you two.”

standing up from the sofa, she rummaged through her notebooks till she found the one she had opened recently and wrote her newest song down. she brought it back to her place, sitting down again and listening to her two best friends talk as she edited her lyrics. she must have spaced out very quickly since suddenly, a high pitched scream was heard through her phone. 

“OMG, SHE’S WRITING!” liyah exclaimed, making amara look up in shock. she was met with a gleeful expression on liyah’s face, looking at the camera and a similar looking one on grace. “NEW MUSIC IS COMING!”

grace shook her head at liyah even though they were used to it by now. “is that the project you told me about? the one from two o’clock in the morning?”

amara gave a nod and smiled at the excitement in her friends’ faces. “songwriting is on again, i guess.”

“you said, you were taking a pause.”

“no, i was just in a slump because of my mediocre second album,” amara objected quickly, “but now i’m high on motivation again and i’m keen on beating those critics and haters, who called me forgettable.”

“is the song already finished?” grace asked her curiously. “do you want me to arrange something for recording or?”

amara closed the small notebook, placing it on the table in front of her. “no, i want to write several ones before i even think of going to the studio. like i said, this time i need to exceed. not just reach my expectation but exceed them. and i’m going to do that.”

“damn, where’s the inspiration coming from?” liyah exclaimed. 

amara smirked, mischievous glint apparent in her eyes. “he gave it to me.”

𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄:

AMARA: kylian? u awake?

KYLIAN: always

AMARA: i actually wrote a song today

KYLIAN: it’s mine right?

AMARA: score a goal for me and we’ll see

KYLIAN: this is torture

AMARA: writing a song is not for everyone takes time and patience not that you’d know

KYLIAN: can i at least know what it’s about?

AMARA: about a certain football player who thinks he’s the best in world and needs to be humbled with a disstrack

KYLIAN:

a disstrack? when have i ever offended you

AMARA: i rate constantly stealing my food as a crime by the way, shouldn’t you be asleep right now you have a match tomorrow

KYLIAN: one we’ll easily win

AMARA: boy, you’re not man city get off your high horse

KYLIAN: your ego is just as bad as mine i never even asked you what’s your favorite team?

AMARA: olympique marseille a shame, they’re always losing in classicos

KYLIAN: fr now

AMARA: liverpool fc ynwa always cheers me up and now go to sleep before i block you i expect a hat-trick tomorrow

KYLIAN: i’ll even score four if that makes you happier

AMARA: don’t tempt me mbappé

KYLIAN: don’t block me pls

AMARA: then go to bed

KYLIAN: fine maman

AMARA:

[charlotte3eee]

pairing : kylian mbappe x female reader

Needy

summary : kylian wanting his girlfriend to stay in bed with him but she has work how does it end?

warning : not proof read (repost)

a/n : this is a repost because my other acc @charlotte3ee got deleted so gonna repost all my stuff. (inbox is open)

PHOTO INSPO @darlingmbappe all credit to them, my mom using the same app to edit her photos on instagram and i though it was cool to play around with.

It was an early Tuesday morning in Paris. the sky was filled with pretty colors of orange, pink, and yellow. Y/n had a perfect life. She was now living with the love of her life, Kylian Mbappe, and pursuing her career as a model.

The clock read 06:54 a few minutes before your alarm was gonna go off. You took the opportunity to try and sneak out to get ready, for the photoshoot you have this morning, without waking up Kylian.

You grab your phone shut off the alarm and slither your way out of bed… But that’s when you felt big strong arms grab around your waist and pull you up.

You slightly turn your head and see Kylian hugging you tight from behind, with his cute face now resting on your shoulder. Kylian always and when I mean always does this when your try and leave the bed or just have to leave in general if he’s not coming with you.

Mostly because you two don’t get to spend too much time together. You never know what will pop up with your job, sometimes it’s random or it’s not.

Kylian would have training in the morning most days and so it would flip-flop. But now since this season is over for PSG he no longer has training with them but now Equipdefrance, you love him so much you don’t blame him.

You try to turn to face him but those big strong biceps are keeping you in your place in front of him. “Please ky let me go!” You quietly yelled turning into a laugh.



“Say please eh?” he said into your ear. Kylian loved taking some sort of control of you. After no response from you, Kylian took the opportunity to get the answer out of you.

He moved his arms up, under your arms to tickle you. (Your weakness.)

“Ok! Ok! Please Kylian!” y/n trying to breathe. Kylian used those strong arms to flip around to face him, one arm traveling right back to your waist and another under your chin.

“Hahaha gotcha!” he said after pecking your rose-pink lips. “Where do you think you're going amour? “I have an early shoot this morning ky, remember?” Y/n said looking at his soft pink plump lips.

Kylian always looked so cute when he would stop and think. Randomly he would always have this one look on his face, like this emoji (🤔) when he thought hard to remember something.

“No, I don’t chérie.” Kyky said looking at your collarbone. You are the biggest sucker for the names he would call you. “Alright, well I’m now gonna be late because of you!” You said slapping his chest.

“Hey ow! Ok, mon bébé” he said with puppy dog eyes. I kissed him on the tip of his nose. That's when he let go of the release on your waist. you snuck into your bathroom. you put on a little makeup and made your way into your closet, you pick out a hoodie and leggings because you were changing there at the shoot.

Y/n picked up the duffel bag she packed the night before, in the duffle you had a different pair of shoes and a few other small items. you double-checked to make sure you had everything you needed.

You ran up to Kylian who was now on your side of the bed snuggling in your warm spot. you admired his chocolate skin. you pecked his lips said your goodbyes and made your way downstairs and out of your shared home to the driver in front, for the hour-long drive to the studio for the shoot.

it was now 08:37 am you saw on your phone, as you opened the door to the studio. As you walked in you saw your agent and a few others in the studio. You apologize for being a few minutes late, due to Kylian being needy af.

You got changed and took the floor…15 minutes went by and everything was going great, you didn’t want to admit it but you were a little nervous, even though you do this almost every day. Your crew called for a 5-minute break to look at and discuss the shots.

During that, you decided to look at your phone. When you opened your phone you went to your messages where you had a few you didn’t see. You answered most of them, you didn’t have a whole lot of time only being 5 minutes, but when you were about to shut off your phone…you started to get message after message from Kylian.

big boy bondy ⚽️: babe

big boy bondy ⚽️ : babe

big boy bondy ⚽️ : babyyyyyyy

big boy bondy ⚽️ : I love you so much just thought u should know that.

Y/n 🤍: love you too baby I’m at work hunny

big boy bondy ⚽️: ok good, not good you're at work but good you love me.

god how much you love this man.

Y/n 🤍: alright baby I’m gonna go I’ll see you soon

big boy bondy ⚽️: ok wait when though, so I know how much longer I have to suffer.

Y/n 🤍: probably 30 minutes?

big boy bondy ⚽️: are you joking cause I’m not laughing

Y/n 🤍: No I’m not my poor precious angel I’ll see you soon you needy boy

big boy bondy ⚽️ : Uhh ok pls hurry the bed is so cold without you in my arms.

After finishing texting your needy ass boyfriend, you shut your phone off and sat it next to you, and looked up to see your assistant calling your name.

“Y/n? Are you good you look stressed,” she said. “Nope, just Kylian acting like a baby without his binky,” you said. Both you and your assistant started laughing, she told you there were only a few things left to do.

You got up from your chair and went back to work. only a few minutes went by when you heard a phone blowing up. You had no intention of looking knowing that it was Kylian having no patience.

After those 30 minutes, you changed into the clothes that you came in with and grabbed everything, and threw it in your duffle bag.

You thanked everyone for today going so smoothly. You had a quick chat with your assistant and you were on your way. you walked out of the studio with the big front doors and t your driver that was in front of the studio.

finally, it was time to drive you back to the needy Kylian in bed.

“chérie is that you?” that's what you heard when you walked into your master bedroom. kylian was still on your side of the bed, face into your pillow taking up your scent.

“I'm here baby,” is what you said dropping your duffel bag by the door of your bedroom. you walked over to Kylian and kissed his temple.

“mhmm I've missed you so much bébé,” Kylian said grabbing your waist. the grin on your face became bigger and bigger and let out a little laugh. “I've only been gone for a few hours,” you said to your handsome boyfriend in front of you, the sun had fully risen and was shining bright on his bare back.

You couldn't even change before Kylian pulled you into bed by his strong arms. A small laugh left your lips as Kylian pulled you over him. him being the big spoon and you being the little spoon.

you soon flipped on your back so he could cuddle up to your chest. “I love you kyks,” you said ever so lovingly and pecked his lips. “I love you more mon amour,” Kylian said into your chest snuggled up right next to you, he was holding your waist ever so tight. For the rest of the morning, Kylian fell asleep and snuggled next to Y/n...

[mafuyumagnet]

self indulgent angel4angel yuri did i cook yes or no

i can’t believe i did this in one hour. yes i drew over this

heh .. tagging my friends…

@joonebugg @vanglaggle uhh should i tag kaya . yeah nvm ill tag her she liked my post about being tagged @kayatoaster09

[brideofmbappe]

Hair and There || Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x reader

Genre: Dad!Kylian, fluff

You wake up to the soft rays of the morning sun filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over your room. Nestled beside you, your husband, Kylian Mbappé, sleeps soundly, his peaceful expression reminding you of just how lucky you are to share your life with him. As you carefully slip out of bed, you're determined not to wake him, for it's a school morning, and your daughter needs your attention.

With a gentle kiss on Kylian's forehead, you tiptoe out of the room, making your way to your daughter's bedroom. There, she's already awake, her big brown eyes filled with excitement and a hint of sleepiness. Her school uniform is laid out neatly on the bed, ready for her to put on. You smile at her and start helping her get dressed for the day.

As you button up her blouse and tie her shoes, she looks up at you with a hopeful expression. "Mommy, can you do my hair in space buns today, please?" You nod with a loving smile, always eager to make her mornings special. "Of course, sweetheart." You grab her hairbrush and a spray bottle filled with water before leading her to the bathroom.

As you spray her hair, Kylian appears in the bathroom doorway, rubbing his eyes, still halfway between dreamland and reality. He's shirtless, and you can't help but admire how handsome he looks even with sleep in his eyes.

"What's going on here, ladies?" he asks, his voice still heavy with sleep. You chuckle softly. "Good morning, sleepyhead. Care to join us?"

Kylian yawns and stretches, his tall frame dominating the doorway. "Sure thing. I'd love to help." He walks over to stand beside you and your daughter.

You hand him one of the hairbrushes, and together, you and Kylian begin the gentle process of brushing your daughter's hair, detangling any knots. She sits patiently, enjoying the attention from both of her parents. It's moments like these that make your family feel even closerr.

After her hair is smooth and manageable, Kylian takes one section while you take the other, and you both begin the delicate task of creating two perfect buns. Your daughter watches with fascination as her hair transforms under your skilled hands. Kylian, despite his initial sleepiness, is surprisingly adept at this, his fingers nimble and gentle.

As you secure the second bun, your daughter looks at herself in the mirror, her face lighting up with joy. "Thank you, Mommy and Daddy! My hair looks beautiful." "You're welcome, sweetie," he says, planting a loving kiss on her cheek.

With her hair ready and her uniform on, your daughter is all set for school. You and Kylian exchange a glance, a silent understanding passing between you.

As you escort your daughter to the kitchen for breakfast, you can't help but feel grateful for the life you've built together. Kylian, is not just your husband but also an amazing father. Your mornings might be filled with school routines, but they are also filled with love, laughter, and the simple joys of family life.

[trashasaurusrex]

it's lindsey, bitch

[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.