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Elevator Mishap || Central Cee

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : CentralCee x Female reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : You find yourself trapped in an elevator with a mysterious stranger who turns out to be the famous rapper Central Cee in disguise. [FLUFF/ LIGHT TENSION]

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵  

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: HIIIII GUYS omg so much stuff has happened personally in my life but I am back and better!! Central Cee is so fine and I just always wanted to write something with him lol. Its been a while since I have wrote something, so bare with me c': I have no requests, so feel free to send some in! 

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ♥

"I find it hard to believe I'm actually here," you murmur under your breath, a mix of disbelief and disinterest coloring your tone as you wait for the elevator to reach your floor. While most girls would gush with excitement at the prospect of attending a Central Cee concert in the UK alongside their best friends, Stacey and Rosalina, you find yourself unable to share in their fervor. The trio, inseparable since middle school, practically dragged you along when they scored free tickets to the concert, complete with all expenses paid. Despite their infectious enthusiasm for Central Cee, you couldn't summon the same level of excitement, feeling rather indifferent towards his music. Meanwhile, your best friends are back in the hotel room, immersed in making TikToks while belting out Central Cee's tunes. You made an excuse about needing to run down to the convenience store on the ground floor to grab a snack, eager to escape the impending festivities. As the elevator doors finally slide open, you step inside, your mind already elsewhere, contemplating the potentially underwhelming night ahead, especially given your lack of interest in the artist.

Absentmindedly humming to yourself, you press the button for the ground floor before casually leaning against the elevator wall. A brief moment of panic strikes as you pat your pockets, realizing your phone must have been left behind in the hotel room. Before you can fully process this inconvenience, the elevator lurches upward, and a figure clad entirely in black, sporting a ski mask, shades, and a hat, enters. You brush off the peculiar attire, attributing it to the chilly weather outside, but a faint sense of unease begins to gnaw at you as the elevator door closes.

The person does not press any buttons, signaling they were also going to the bottom floor like you were. You tried not to stare at the person beside you, but the clothes they were wearing screamed wealth. You look at their shoes as the elevator begins to go down. Suddenly, the elevator comes to a stop with a shake. You widen your eyes as anxiety kicks in, confused on what is going on. You look over at the stranger, not being able to see their expression before walking over and pressing the first-floor button again. This time, the elevator doesn't seem to budge nor is it telling you what floor you two are currently on.

“There's no way,” noticing the elevator may be stuck, your heart sinks down. The stranger walks closer to you, giving them a try themselves to press the buttons. You step back to give them room. Noticing the buttons will not budge for them either, you sigh and press the red button that signals a representative. A few minutes pass before someone speaks, “Hello? Is everything alright?,” the statically voice states.

“Yeah, ummm I think the elevator is stuck. We also can’t see what floor we are on,” you respond.

“Okay, please remain calm we are sen-,” the voice cuts off.

“Hello?,” you question, “HELLLOOOOOO?,” spamming the button again.

“Lady we can't hear YOUUU!,” You state pressing the button.

“You should stop before you break it.” The voice of the person speaks with a deep British accent, you now know they are a male. You turn to look at him, continuing to press the button a few more times before stopping. You sigh, sitting down on the floor.

“Just great,” you mumble while lowering your head in defeat. You are not someone with claustrophobia, plus the elevator was a decent size so it's not as if you were scared you were trapped. Only annoyed. While your head is low, you hear clothes shuffling causing you to look back up. The man begins to take off his coat and hat, probably also realizing we are not going to be getting out anytime soon. You shift your legs so you are now sitting criss-cross on the floor, your back against the wall as you look up at the elevator's ceiling.

“Don't worry, I bet they will come soon,” the man speaks once again with a reassuring voice. You keep your head up, “I know, it just sucks. This is my first time in the UK and I'm spending my first night trapped in an elevator with a stranger, no offense.” You hear a chuckle, ”None taken. What are you in the UK for if you don't mind me asking?” You can tell he just wanted small talk, and you didn't mind. I mean after all, you are stuck here for who knows how long.

 “My Best friends and I are here for the Central Cee concert,” you respond, continuing to study the French painting that is plastered on the ceiling of the elevator.

“Are you excited to go?,” he questions, resulting in you shrugging,” I don't care too much about him. Nothing against him, but you know, not really my taste.”

Silence settles between you for a moment, punctuated only by the occasional crackle of the intercom and the faint hum of the elevator's mechanisms.

"So, what brings you to the concert if you're not a fan?" he asks, curiosity evident in his voice.

You offer a half-smile, considering your response. "Honestly, I'm just here for my friends. Stacey and Rosalina are huge fans, and they practically begged me to come along. Figured it would be a fun night out, even if the music isn't really my thing."

He nods in understanding, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "Ah, the sacrifices we make for friendship," he muses, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. “Maybe after the concert you will be my fan.”

His unexpected comment catches you off guard, and you find yourself momentarily taken aback. With a furrowed brow, you glance down, your eyes widening and eyebrows raising in confusion. And there he stands, Central Cee himself, his presence suddenly filling the confined space of the elevator. His pearly white teeth glint in the dim light, a charming smile gracing his lips.

If your best friends were in your position, they probably would have passed out by now. But you? You simply let out a small laugh, shaking your head slightly. “Mmmmm I don't think so. Your music just isn't my type,” you reply, your tone casual yet resolute. You glance back up at the ceiling, your interest clearly elsewhere.

Central Cee seems momentarily taken aback by your nonchalant response. He had perhaps expected screams of excitement or frenzied fangirling – or perhaps even both. But your composed demeanor only serves to intrigue him further. He closes his lips, the smile still lingering on his face, his gaze lingering on you with newfound curiosity.

"Really now?" he questions, a playful glint in his eyes. "What exactly is your type, hmm?"

“Not you, so it doesn't matter,” you respond with a casual flick of your gaze, focusing on your nail as if it holds the answers to the universe. Impatience begins to creep into your movements, prompting you to rise from your seat and stride over to the control panel, where you futilely press the buttons at random.

"Well, I would like to know," he persists, closing the distance between you with a deliberate step.

"It doesn't matter," you retort, your tone edged with determination.

"Yes, it does," he insists.

"No, it doesn't," you counter.

"Yes, it does."

"No, it do—" You cut yourself off mid-sentence, the absurdity of the situation dawning on you. "Wait, why am I even going back and forth with you?" The question is more to yourself, but Central Cee decides to respond.

"Because you do like me."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I—" You catch yourself falling into the same cycle, causing him to chuckle.

"You know, you're cute when you get mad," he remarks, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His words elicit a soft blush from you, prompting you to turn away and face the wall. "Leave me alone," you mumble.

"Awww, I'm sorry, love. Let me make it up to you," he responds cheekily.

"Make it up to me by getting this damn elevator to work," you grumble under your breath.

"If you can admit that I am your favorite artist, then I will make that happen," he confesses, catching you off guard.

You raise an eyebrow, turning to face him. "How?"

He tilts his head to the side, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Say it, and I will make it happen."

You exhale heavily, skepticism evident in your expression. "Why does it matter to you so much?" you question.

He shrugs, smiling. "Simply because."

You glare at him, his grin only widening in response. You decide to humor him, considering his celebrity status and the possibility of connections. "Fine. You are my favorite artist."

He raises his eyebrows, amused by your half-hearted admission. "I don't think that was sincere enough for me."

You let out another small breath.  Stepping closer to him, you meet his gaze head-on. "Oakley, you are my favorite artist. I love your music so much; you are so talented."

His demeanor softens, his eyes meeting yours with sincerity. Something about saying his real name seems to have an effect on him. Whether it's your beauty or simply the use of his name, it stirs something within him, making him feel... nice.

You find yourself studying his features, admiring the way his light tan skin complements the arch of his eyebrows and the depth of his chocolate eyes. His small smile draws your attention, and you instinctively take a step back, coughing lightly to dispel the tension.

"Uhm... okay, I said it. Now, do your magic."

"You're right," he responds, retrieving his phone from his pocket.

"YOU HAD A PHONE THIS ENTIRE TIME??" you exclaim, incredulous.

"Yes," he simply responds, unlocking his phone.

You sigh. "Why didn't you say something?"

He shrugs nonchalantly. "Who wouldn't want to be trapped in an elevator with a beautiful girl like you?"

You open your mouth to reply, but the fluttering sensation in your stomach leaves you speechless. Despite your indifference towards his music, you can't deny his charm.

For a few moments, you find yourself lost in thought, your gaze dropping to your shoes. His voice interrupts your reverie, causing you to lift your head.

"Damn. I don't have any service," he says, raising his arm in a futile attempt to get a signal.

You watch as Central Cee furrows his brow in frustration, tapping futilely at his phone screen in a desperate attempt to find a signal. Despite the annoyance of being stuck in an elevator, you can't help but feel a strange sense of camaraderie with him, a shared bond forged in the confines of this metal box.

As the seconds tick by, the silence between you grows heavier, the tension palpable in the air. You glance at Central Cee, taking in the way the dim light of the elevator accentuates the contours of his face, casting shadows that dance across his features. Despite your best efforts to ignore it, you can't deny the flutter of excitement that flits through your stomach at the sight of him.

"Anything yet?" you ask, breaking the silence with a voice that comes out softer than intended.

Central Cee shakes his head, his expression a mixture of frustration and resignation. "Nothing. It's like this elevator is in its own little world, cut off from the rest of the universe."

Central Cee chuckles softly, the sound echoing in the confined space. "and here I thought being a famous rapper would exempt me from getting stuck in elevators," he remarks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You smile, appreciating his attempt to inject a bit of humor into the situation. "Guess even celebrities aren't immune to elevator mishaps," you reply, your lips quivering in a half-smile.

He returns the smile, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. "At least I'm stuck in here with someone interesting," he says, his tone laced with sincerity.

A blush rises to your cheeks at his compliment, and you quickly avert your gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny. "Thanks," you mumble, "I guess you aren't so bad yourself.."

Central Cee's smile widens at your response, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment," he says, his tone teasing yet genuine.

You chuckle softly, feeling a sense of ease settle over you as the tension between you dissipates. "Consider it one," you reply, meeting his gaze with a shy smile.

As the moments pass, you find yourself drawn into conversation with Central Cee, the topics ranging from trivial matters to deeper discussions about life, dreams, and everything in between. Despite the unusual circumstances that brought you together, you can't help but feel a sense of connection with him, a feeling of understanding that goes beyond mere words.

Eventually, after what feels like an eternity but is likely only a few hours, the elevator lurches back to life with a groan of protest, the sudden movement catching you off guard. Central Cee reaches out a hand to steady you, his touch warm and reassuring against your skin.

"We're moving again," he says, a note of relief in his voice.

You nod, a sense of anticipation building within you as the elevator ascends towards the surface. “Finally,” you say, though a pang of reluctance tugs at your heart. Deep down, you wish the elevator would stay broken, prolonging the fleeting moments you've shared with him. In the brief interlude of confinement, you've come to appreciate not just Central Cee, but the person behind the persona, Oakley. As the elevator hums back to life, you resign yourself to the inevitable parting that awaits you both, returning to the separate paths your lives had veered from.

Central Cee begins to adjust his attire, meticulously covering his features with the ski mask and glasses, returning to his "disguise". “Don't worry," you assure him, offering a small smile, "I won't breathe a word of this to anyone. It'll be our little secret.” Before he can respond, the elevator doors glide open, ushering in a flood of light and fresh air. Eager to break free from the confines of the elevator, you step out quickly, wary of being trapped again.

“Hey,” Central Cee calls out to you, his voice laced with a hint of concern, “I’ll see you tomorrow,yeah?” A flicker of something indefinable passes between you, a silent understanding that transcends words. Though you yearn for a deeper connection, you suppress the urge, unsure of what you truly desire. With a small smile, you nod in acknowledgement, “Yeah.”

As you both walk away, your steps leading you in opposite directions, you can't help but feel a sense of resonance, a shared moment that binds you together in thought. Despite the divergence of your paths and the separation of your lives, in that fleeting instant, your minds are aligned, fixated on each other, entwined in a momentary bond that defies explanation.

[wavypotatochips]

Can I request Kylian giving reader a foot massage while watching tv, he finds out she’s ticklish with her giggles so she tells him she likes her feet being tickled so he forgets about watching tv by teasing her by tickling her feet, cooing and playing with her toes pleaseee, much love🫶🏼

(I’m sorry for going into detail and for going into full detail but it sounds so cute)

𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Neymar Jr x Female Reader

Word Count : 644

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: We love a good fluffy boyfriend moment with Kylian <3 Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Requests are currently closed as I am catching up. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You and your boyfriend Kylian are snuggled up on the couch, basking in the warmth of each other's presence. It's a lazy evening, and you both have decided to unwind by watching a movie together. As the film begins, Kylian notices your tired expression and immediately has an idea to make you feel even more comfortable.

Gently shifting his attention away from the screen, Kylian's eyes sparkle mischievously. With a loving smile, he reaches for your feet, placing them on his lap. You can't help but giggle as his fingers trace circles on the soles of your feet, eliciting a pleasurable sensation.

"Oh, Kylian, that feels heavenly," you sigh, sinking deeper into the couch.

Kylian chuckles softly, his touch growing more focused. "You deserve every bit of relaxation, my love. Just sit back and enjoy."

As the movie plays in the background, Kylian's hands work their magic, expertly kneading and caressing your feet. The tension of the day gradually melts away, leaving you in a state of bliss. You close your eyes, completely surrendering to the pleasurable sensations coursing through your body.

But as Kylian's fingers continue their gentle exploration, he suddenly discovers a ticklish spot on the arch of your foot. Your body jolts in surprise, and a burst of laughter escapes your lips.

"Ah! Kylian, that tickles!" you exclaim, unable to control the infectious giggles.

A mischievous glint dances in Kylian's eyes as he realizes the effect his touch has on you. Grinning playfully, he leans in closer, his fingers becoming more agile and teasing.

"Oh, really? Ticklish, you say?" Kylian replies, a mischievous lilt in his voice. "Well, let's put that to the test."

You try to pull your feet away, but Kylian holds them firmly in his grasp, refusing to let you escape his playful torment. He continues his tickling assault, exploring every nook and cranny of your sensitive feet.

Your laughter fills the room, blending with the movie's soundtrack. It echoes through the air, a joyous symphony that brings a smile to Kylian's face. He revels in the delightful sound, encouraged by your infectious mirth.

"Tickle, tickle! I won't stop until you surrender, my ticklish little sweetheart," Kylian teases, wiggling his fingers with exaggerated drama.

You squirm and wriggle, desperately trying to protect your feet from his relentless tickles. "No, Kylian, mercy!" you plead between bursts of laughter.

But Kylian merely laughs and intensifies his tickling assault. He tickles the arches, the toes, and every ticklish spot he can find. Each touch sends waves of laughter coursing through your body, making it impossible to catch your breath.

"I don't knowwwwwww..... I think you want me to continue," Kylian jokes, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Through your laughter, you manage to utter a playful protest. "You're so mean! I can't handle it anymore!"

Just when you think you can't take it any longer, Kylian finally relents, releasing your feet from his tickling grip. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace.

"I couldn't resist," he admits with a sheepish grin. "Your laughter is the sweetest melody to my ears."

You playfully swat his arm, still breathless from the tickling frenzy. "Well, you certainly know how to push my ticklish buttons."

Kylian chuckles and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek. "I love you so much. Your laughter brings me so much joy."

Snuggling closer to him, you smile warmly. "I love you too, Kylian."

As the two of you settle back into the couch, the movie playing in the background, you know that these moments of playfulness and laughter are the threads that weave your love together. In Kylian's arms, you find solace, happiness, and a bond that can weather any storm. And together, you will continue to find joy in the simplest of moments, forever tickling each other's hearts with love and laughter.

[wavypotatochips]

heyy how are you ??? i had an idea for a neymar imagine, maybe yn is a famous singer and they met in like 2014 at the start of their fame and started hooking up and actually secretly fell in love but they had to break up and stuff bc of their busy schedules. then they meet again 8-9 years later when he goes to her concert with the rest of the psg squad and they tease him bc he's in love with her again but yn and him end up happily ever after and are like an it couple now !! its a long request ik , feel free to ignore it 💞💞

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 | 𝐍𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐉𝐫

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Neymar Jr x Female Reader

Word Count : 5.6k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: My deepest apologies for the wait, ya girl was going THRUUU IT but its all good now c': and never apologize for long request!! The longer the request, more than likely the longer the response [ I also did not think I would end up writing this much LOL] c: And as always, Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!! LOVE ME SOME NEYNEY MMMMMM

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Requests are currently closed as I am catching up. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

“Like a summer evening under the sun

Oh, darling

And maybe, just maybe

We could fill our memories one by one

Mangoes are candy with you

My donuts and pies need no glazing with you”

You stand in front of your grandmother's restaurant, clutching the microphone in your hand. You've always dreamed of becoming a famous singer, but you know that you have to start small. Luckily, your grandmother has given you the opportunity to sing every Friday night in front of her restaurant. Your passion lies in singing romantic ballads, inspired by the love your Grandmother and Grandfather share. Their bond is pure and timeless, and witnessing it fills you with hope for your own future love story. You close your eyes and begin to sing, pouring your heart and soul into the melody. The audience is small, but their applause is thunderous, and you know that this is just the beginning of your journey to stardom. As you finished singing your final song and thanked the small crowd for their cheers, little did you know that this would be the night that would change everything. 

 Neymar, a rising soccer star, happened upon your performance while on his way home. The sweet melodies that echoed from your soul drew him in, and he found himself unable to tear himself away. The crowd around you grew insignificant, as his eyes fixated on you and your beautiful features. Your voice enraptured him, leaving him lost in thought as he listened to your songs until the end. Even though he wished it would have never ended. As he made his way home, the memory of your performance stayed with him. Neymar was overwhelmed with unfamiliar emotions, his heart skipping a beat in a way he had never experienced before. He tried to shake off the feeling, knowing that his focus should be on futbol. However, the thoughts of you and your beautiful voice lingered, and he found himself daydreaming about the way your eyes lit up seeing the crowd cheer for you, and your beautiful smile across your face. He knew he shouldn't be thinking like this, but the sparks that flew that night were undeniable and he couldn't resist the pull towards you, even though he has yet to speak with you.  His heart raced as he returned to the same spot the next Friday, eagerly hoping to catch another glimpse of you and your voice, and he wasn't disappointed. As soon as he saw you, his heart skipped a beat. He felt nervous and excited all at the same time.

As you begin to sing, the music swirls around Neymar, embracing him in its beauty. Your voice resonates deep within his soul, igniting a fire that only grows stronger with each note. He finds himself entranced by your presence once again, losing himself in the magic you create. The way your lipgloss glistens on your lips while you hold the microphone makes Neymar wish he could feel them against his own, and oh, don't get him started on your beautiful face.

The passion in your performance is undeniable, and Neymar's heart beats faster with each passing moment. The melodies you weave seem to speak directly to him, resonating with dreams and desires he has never dared to acknowledge. He can't help but imagine a life where your voices intertwine in harmony both on and off the stage.

As the final notes of the song linger in the air, you look directly into the crowd. Your eyes land on a pair of hazel eyes, and when you recognize the face they are paired with, you almost don't hold your last note. The moment your eyes meet his, Neymar's heart skips a beat. You quickly look away, finishing your note with a small blush appearing on your face as the crowd erupts in applause. His eyes never leave you as he claps, his admiration and awe shining brightly. He wants to approach you, to tell you how your voice has touched him deeply, but he can't find the words. Instead, he lingers in the crowd, hoping for an opportunity to connect with you.

After the performance, you walk over and grab your small tip jar. Neymar musters the courage to approach you. He catches your eye, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. Nervously, he greets you, "Your voice is really beautiful," he says, going straight to the point. As he is now closer to you than before, you can really see his handsome features. You can't tell if it's due to the full moon tonight or what, but he looks as if he's glowing—truly mesmerizing. Hearing him let out a small laugh makes you realize you've been staring at him for a bit without giving a response. You shake your head briefly, letting out a small laugh, "T-Thank you so much," you stutter slightly, not used to someone as attractive as him trying to talk to you. Neymar finds it adorable, causing his smile to widen. He says, "Of course, pretty," biting his bottom lip as if contemplating on saying something. "Hey, are you about to go do something?" You shake your head no. "Would you like to join me for some ice cream?" He points down the street. "There's a street vendor down the street, and his homemade ice cream is amazing!" 

As Neymar stands there, awaiting your response, a whirlwind of thoughts collides in your mind. Is this really happening? Are you being asked out right now? It feels like a scene lifted straight from a romantic movie or the pages of a captivating novel. The rush of emotions surges within you, and you pinch yourself inwardly to ensure you're not dreaming. You steady your voice and respond with a composed smile, "Sure, I wouldn't mind. Just give me one moment; I have to let my Grandmother know so she doesn't freak out." He smiles, nodding his head. "Of course, take your time."

You find it hard to believe that you, an ordinary person with dreams and aspirations, are about to embark on an unexpected adventure with someone as incredibly handsome as him. It's a surreal moment that surpasses anything you've ever imagined 

You quickly make your way over to your grandmother, who has been observing the interaction from afar. Her eyes twinkle with a knowing look as you share your plans with her. "Grandma, I'm going to get ice cream with a friend. Don't worry, I'll be back soon," you assure her, though your own excitement and uncertainty are evident. She raises an eyebrow cheekily and questions, "A friend, huh?" You feel a blush creep onto your face once again as you hand her your tip jar. "Bye Grandma, I love you," you say with affection. She smiles warmly and replies, "I love you too, baby. Don't be back too late! I may need help preparing Caldo Verde for tomorrow." You nod in agreement as you share a heartfelt hug, feeling her soft kiss on your cheek.

As you make your way back to Neymar, you can't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nerves. He waits patiently, his gaze fixed on you, and it both thrills and unnerves you. You take a moment to compose yourself, straightening your posture and gathering the courage to face this newfound connection head-on.

"Ready?" Neymar questions with a playful glimmer in his eyes, his smile mirroring your own anticipation. You nod your head, unable to contain the excitement bubbling within you. "Yes, I'm ready," you reply, feeling a surge of butterflies flutter in your stomach. As the two of you begin walking towards the ice cream vendor, a comfortable silence settles between you. The air is filled with a mix of warm summer breeze and the sweet scent of blossoming flowers, creating a picturesque setting for this enchanting encounter. Neymar breaks the silence with a mischievous smirk, "You know, I have a feeling this ice cream is no match for the sweetness of your smile." His playful tone tugs at your heartstrings, and you play along, batting your eyelashes. "Oh, is that so? Well, I guess I'll have to make sure to smile extra sweetly then," you reply, feigning innocence, as a light-hearted teasing dance begins. As you continue walking side by side, the banter between you becomes effortless. Neymar teases you about your favorite ice cream flavors, suggesting that your taste buds might be missing out on the full experience. You counter his playful jabs with witty comebacks, keeping the atmosphere light and carefree. In between the laughter and teasing, you share snippets of your dreams and aspirations, exploring the depths of your personalities with genuine curiosity. Neymar listens intently, his eyes sparkling with amusement and admiration. He peppers the conversation with compliments that make your cheeks flush, but you appreciate the way his words make you feel seen and valued. The ice cream vendor finally comes into view, and Neymar playfully nudges your arm. "Alright, it's decision time. Choose wisely, because I have a feeling my taste buds won't settle for anything less than extraordinary." You playfully roll your eyes, pretending to contemplate your options. "Well, I'll have to find something that matches your extraordinary standards then," you quip back, sharing a mischievous smile. Together, you approach the cart, ready to indulge in the delightful treats it has to offer. As you savor the flavors and continue to exchange playful banter, you can't help but feel a deepening connection forming, one that is built on shared laughter, light-hearted teasing, and the promise of a captivating journey ahead.

Over the next few weeks, the bond between you and Neymar deepened with each passing day. What started as a chance encounter at your grandmother's restaurant blossomed into a whirlwind romance that neither of you could have anticipated. Laughter, shared interests, and stolen glances became the foundation of your connection.

As the days turned into months and the months turned into years, your relationship with Neymar grew stronger. You supported each other's dreams wholeheartedly, and as fate would have it, both of you began to ascend the ladder of fame in your respective careers. Neymar became a household name as a professional heartthrob soccer player, captivating audiences with his skill and charm on the field. Meanwhile, your voice enchanted millions around the world, elevating you to the status of a renowned singer, captivating hearts with your soul-stirring performances. Life seemed perfect. Together, you conquered milestones, basked in the adoration of fans, and reveled in the love that intertwined your lives. But as the demands of fame and the pressures of your individual careers increased, the delicate balance between love and ambition became increasingly challenging to maintain. With Neymar's soccer schedule becoming more demanding, you found yourselves constantly rescheduling dinner dates, postponing moments meant for just the two of you. The promises made in the early days of your relationship were slowly overshadowed by the unrelenting obligations of his profession. Though he tried his best to juggle both his career and your relationship, the constant conflicts began to take a toll on your connection. The realization hit you like a tidal wave crashing against the shore—you and Neymar were slowly drifting apart. The time you once cherished together became fleeting, filled with missed opportunities and unfulfilled promises. It wasn't that the love between you had faded; it was simply suffocated by the relentless demands of fame. After much soul-searching and tearful conversations, you both came to a heartbreaking decision. It was time to let go, to release each other from the expectations and sacrifices that had weighed you down. The breakup was bittersweet, a mixture of pain and gratitude for the beautiful memories you had created together. In the aftermath, you focused on healing and rediscovering yourself as an individual. It wasn't easy, as reminders of Neymar and your past love were scattered throughout your daily life. But as time passed, wounds slowly healed, and you found solace in your music, pouring your emotions into your performances. Years went by, and both you and Neymar continued to rise in your respective careers, reaching new heights of success. The memories of your time together became a part of the tapestry of your lives, lessons learned and cherished moments that shaped you. Sometimes, the universe has its own plans, and the timing just isn't right. Despite the heartache of your breakup, you both emerged stronger and more resilient. And who knows, perhaps one day, when the stars align and destiny weaves its magic, your paths may cross again, reigniting the flames of a love that once burned so brightly.

8 years post breakup - 

 Yesterday, In the PSG team locker room, the players gathered around as the coach announced the upcoming charity event. 

"Listen up, boys," the coach began, his voice commanding attention. "We're hosting a charity event tomorrow, and it's mandatory for all of you to be there. It's going to be a fantastic evening with a live concert, though I'm not sure who the performer is yet. So make sure you're ready to represent PSG and make a difference."

Today, the charity event was in full swing. The venue sparkled with elegance, adorned with dazzling lights and an air of anticipation. Neymar, Messi, and Mbappé, dressed in their dapper suits, found themselves caught up in the excitement as they engaged in a brief interview, capturing the attention of reporters and fans alike.

The interviewer, with a microphone in hand, directed a question towards Neymar. "Neymar, the event tonight is for a noble cause. How do you feel about being a part of it?"

Neymar's eyes lit up with a genuine smile as he replied, "It's an incredible feeling to be involved in such a meaningful event. Giving back to the community is something we all believe in, and to have the opportunity to make a positive impact is truly special."

The interviewer nodded in agreement, then continued, "And there's a lot of speculation about who the surprise live performer is. Any guesses or wishes?"

Neymar chuckled, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "Well, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, but I'm personally hoping for a remarkable singer with a voice that can touch your soul."

Messi and Mbappé joined in the lighthearted banter, playfully speculating on the potential performer, their camaraderie evident in their laughter and easygoing exchange.

As the interview came to a close, Neymar glanced around the buzzing venue, feeling a sense of nostalgia. 

Because he didn't want to bring up the subject of you, Neymar has solely avoided concert settings since the breakup, besides from clubs of course. You and him had made the difficult decision to part ways after the breakup, believing that distance and limited contact would help heal the wounds and move on with your lives. The initial separation was challenging for both of you, as the absence of each other's presence left a void that seemed impossible to fill. Neymar, in particular, found it hard to adjust to the new reality of not having you by his side. The nights felt lonelier without your comforting presence, and the routine of sharing his life with you became a bittersweet memory. Six years spent together had forged a deep connection, and it was no easy task to sever those ties completely.

He couldn't help but wonder if fate had a role to play in this event, if there was a chance encounter awaiting him amidst the excitement and the live performance.

Little did Neymar know, the past and present were about to converge in a way he could never have anticipated, igniting a spark of hope and possibility that had long been dormant in his heart.

~Meanwhile, backstage.~

"The stage is set, and the mic is ready," your manager's voice resonates with a mix of excitement and apprehension. As she carefully adjusts your earpiece, you take a deep breath, feeling the surge of anticipation building up inside you. The designer crew hovers around you, their skilled hands putting the final touches on your breathtaking white dress. The delicate lace patterns cascade down its flowing silhouette, accentuating your elegance and radiating an ethereal beauty that perfectly complements your stage presence.

Though the specific details of the event remain unknown to you, you're aware that it's for a charitable cause, reaching a vast audience through the live stream. The whirlwind of your busy tour schedule has left little time for you to delve into the specifics, but the opportunity to contribute to a worthy cause fills you with a profound sense of purpose and joy. As your manager steps away, you catch a glimpse of her biting her bottom lip—a subtle sign of nerves. At first, you assume it's merely her concern for your well-being after the grueling tour, wanting to ensure you don't overexert yourself. Unbeknownst to you, however, she carries a deeper worry in her mind. She's aware of your past with Neymar, knowing that the unexpected encounter with him at this event could awaken dormant emotions and memories. The stage manager signals that it's time to make your entrance. Taking one last glance in the mirror and adding a final touch to your hair, you stride toward the stage.  As the curtains part, revealing the dazzling setup, you step forward, your presence commanding the attention of the audience. The spotlight finds you, casting its warm glow upon you, as you raise the microphone to your lips.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" Your voice resonates through the air, instantly capturing the attention of the crowd. Gasps of surprise and the sound of hands clapping reverberate throughout the venue, a testament to the unexpected delight of your presence. A warm smile graces your face as you soak in the genuine excitement that fills the room. Taking a moment to appreciate the sea of faces before you, you turn your gaze towards the camera, ensuring that your message reaches not only those in the venue but also the countless viewers joining from afar.

"Tonight, we come together for a cause that holds a special place in my heart." Your voice carries a depth of sincerity, inviting the audience to truly grasp the significance of the moment. You pause for a moment, allowing the words to sink in.

"I want to extend a heartfelt thank you to ChildLifeMatters for the incredible work they do in raising awareness and supporting children in need. Together, we have the power to make a difference, to bring hope and joy into the lives of those who need it most. Tonight, through the universal language of music, we unite in spreading love, compassion, and raising awareness for a brighter future."

The applause swells, filling the room with a wave of appreciation and support. You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment, but also the strength of the cause that fuels your passion.

Little do you know, the universe has orchestrated a twist of fate for this event, preparing an unexpected reunion with Neymar that lies just around the corner.

"Neymar, hurry up! I am not going to get yelled at by the coach because of you," Marquinhos exclaims, playfully nudging Neymar as he catches him taking yet another selfie. The team is eager to head to the main venue area for the charity event.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go," Neymar mutters, reluctantly sliding his phone into his back pocket. As he approaches the stage, a flicker of recognition crosses his face, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly. He quickly dismisses the thought, attributing it to his mind playing tricks on him.

Entering the bustling venue, Neymar exchanges greetings with his teammates, their eyes twinkling mischievously as they observe his slightly puzzled expression. Kylian, in particular, nudges his head towards the stage, hinting at something intriguing. Curiosity piqued, Neymar turns around, and in that moment, his heart feels as if it bursts out of his chest.

There you are, standing confidently on the stage, a vision of grace and talent. Mesmerized, Neymar's gaze locks onto you, and a flood of memories rushes back, transporting him to a time when you were once intertwined in each other's lives. The familiar warmth and tenderness resurface, evoking emotions he thought he had long buried.

"Whoa, Neymar, is that your lost love?" one teammate playfully teases, unable to resist the opportunity for some light-hearted banter.

A slight blush colors Neymar's cheeks, but he manages a playful smirk, attempting to brush off the teasing. "Lost love? Nah, just an old friend," he responds, his voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and curiosity.

However, his teammates aren't fooled by his nonchalant demeanor. They exchange knowing glances, their playful expressions betraying their understanding of the emotions swirling within Neymar's heart.

As the banter continues among his teammates, Neymar's attention remains fixated on you, the focal point of the stage. He can't help but be captivated by your presence, the way you command the attention of the audience with every note and movement. It's as if time has stood still, and all that matters in this moment is the magnetic pull between the two of you.

Memories flood Neymar's mind, snapshots of laughter, shared dreams, and stolen glances. He recalls the way your voice used to fill his world with joy, how it resonated deep within his soul. The bond they once shared was unbreakable, and even after all these years, the connection still lingers, refusing to fade away.

Lost in the rush of emotions, Neymar finds himself longing for the chance to rewind time, to rekindle the fire that once burned between you two.

As you found yourself on stage, surrounded by the dreamy backdrop that perfectly complemented the ethereal atmosphere, your heart raced with anticipation. The familiar melodies of the song flowed through your veins, but as your mouth opened to sing the first note, your voice momentarily faltered. Your eyes locked with Neymar, a magnetic connection that transcended the sea of faces in the crowd. It felt as if time stood still, and in that moment, memories flooded back, crashing over you like a wave. Images of laughter, shared moments, and the love you once held together washed over your mind. The depth of emotion in Neymar's gaze mirrored your own, and you couldn't help but offer him a small, knowing smile—a silent acknowledgment of the bond you once shared. You start singing,

“ I never thought you'd be the one

To hold my heart

I never knew I'd think of you

Each time that we're apart

Each Day

I'll be the one missing your face

And all that you are

Save me

I promise I'd stay here by your side

And I know from the start

When I look into your eyes

I know that I'm mesmerized

Baby

Just hold me

When you're here I realized

I'll be the one to testify

Baby

Say that you're mine tonight.”

With every word that poured out of your soul, you poured your heart out to the world, including Neymar. The lyrics resonated with the depths of your emotions, speaking to the love that still lingered within. You were unafraid to let your eyes linger on Neymar, disregarding the curious glances from the crowd who assumed your gaze was lost among the many faces. Neymar, however, knew. He felt the intensity of your gaze, and his heart raced in response.

But soon, you broke the enchanted connection, letting your eyes wander across the sea of faces before you. The crowd erupted in applause, their appreciation evident. You couldn't help but steal glances at the cameras, ensuring that your performance reached those watching through the live stream, while still cherishing the shared moments with the live audience.

In that moment, the stage became a place where the past intertwined with the present, where your music became a conduit for unspoken emotions, and where destiny gently guided your paths to intersect once again.

 As the melody of your voice fills the air, Neymar's heart beats in sync, each note igniting a flicker of hope within him. He wonders if you still remember the love you two shared, if the memories that haunt him also linger within you. The desire to reach out, to bridge the gap between them, grows stronger with every passing second.

But for now, Neymar remains rooted in his seat, a swirl of emotions beneath his composed exterior. He continues to watch, mesmerized by your performance, caught in a bittersweet symphony of longing and admiration. The teasing remarks from his teammates fade into the background, as all that matters is the connection he shares with you, a connection that time and distance could never truly erase.

As you continued to serenade the crowd with several more enchanting songs, the energy in the venue soared. The atmosphere crackled with excitement as your voice resonated through the air, captivating hearts and inspiring generous donations for the charitable cause. You effortlessly engaged with the audience, sharing smiles, laughter, and heartfelt moments that deepened the connection between you and your fans.

After the fifth song, you took a moment to address the crowd once again, expressing your gratitude for their support and encouraging them to embrace the upcoming performance by the next artist. The spotlight gracefully shifted, illuminating the stage for the next singer, and you stepped aside, basking in the sense of accomplishment that washed over you.

As you made your way backstage, a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts consumed your mind. Neymar's presence had awakened a dormant flame within you, stirring a mix of nostalgia, curiosity, and a hint of longing. Memories of your time together intertwined with the energy of the performance, leaving you with a bittersweet yearning for what once was.

Meanwhile, as soon as you exited the stage, Neymar's teammates seized the opportunity to playfully tease him. Their mischievous grins and banter revolved around your beauty and their supposed attempts to secure your phone number. Their intentions were light-hearted, aimed at evoking a hint of jealousy in Neymar, but his response was measured and composed.

Neymar, briefly acknowledging their teasing, gracefully brushed it off with a confident smile and a witty remark. Deep down, however, his heart raced, urging him to find you once more. He swiftly excused himself from the camaraderie of his teammates, determined to catch up with you and unravel the feelings that had reawakened in his soul.

As Neymar dashed through the backstage corridors, his mind focused on the mission at hand—to find you, to bridge the gap of time and space, and to confront the emotions that swirled within both your hearts. Destiny beckoned, weaving its intricate tapestry, and the next chapter of your intertwined journey was about to unfold.

As Neymar hurried through the backstage area, his heart pounded in his chest, fueled by a mix of anticipation, nervousness, and hope. He navigated the bustling corridors, occasionally catching glimpses of familiar faces and hearing snippets of conversations that heightened his eagerness to find you.

Finally, he spotted you standing in a quieter corner, your back turned to him as you engaged in a conversation with one of the event organizers. Neymar's steps faltered for a moment, his gaze fixated on your figure, taking in the way you held yourself with poise and grace. The years apart had done nothing to diminish your magnetic presence.

Summoning his courage, Neymar approached you, his voice laced with a mix of hesitance and sincerity. "Excuse me," he interjected, capturing your attention as the event organizer excused themselves. As you turned to face him, your eyes widened in surprise, a myriad of emotions dancing in their depths.

There was a brief pause, as both of you stood there, speechless, caught in the gravity of the moment. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that intimate space. Neymar's eyes searched yours, finding a familiar connection that reignited the sparks of the past.

"I... I don't even know where to begin," Neymar admitted, his voice filled with vulnerability. "Seeing you up there on stage, it brought back so many memories, so many feelings. It's like time stood still for a moment." You were at a loss for words, so you remained silent. Of course, you shared that sentiment, but for some reason, you refrained from saying anything.

As the weight of the shared history hung in the air, Neymar took a deep breath, his voice filled with a mixture of sincerity and longing. "I've thought about this moment countless times, wondering if we would ever have a chance to reconnect. Seeing you here tonight, it's like a dream come true."

Your eyes met his, shimmering with a hint of apprehension and yearning. "Neymar, I never imagined I would see you again like this. It's been so long, and yet... the emotions, the memories, they're still so vivid……"

A bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of Neymar's lips as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "Time may have passed, but my feelings for you never faded. I've carried a piece of you with me all these years."

Your breath caught in your throat, feeling the weight of his words echoing in your heart. The realization of the enduring connection between you filled the space between you, drawing you closer, as if the universe had conspired to reunite your souls.

"I've missed you," you whispered, the vulnerability in your voice matching Neymar's.

His eyes softened, conveying a profound tenderness. "I've missed you too, more than words can express. Life took us on different paths, but my heart never stopped yearning for the love we shared."

As the world continued to buzz around you, the shared moment felt timeless, cocooned in its own universe. It was as if the echoes of the past intertwined with the possibilities of the future, offering a second chance for love to unfold.

"I want to make things right this time," Neymar said, his voice filled with determination. "Let's start anew, together. Of course, we will start off slow. But Baby, I will be such a fool to lose you again.”

A surge of hope washed over you, igniting a spark within. With a smile that reflected both forgiveness and a willingness to embrace the unknown, you replied, "Yes… I think…. I would like that very much."

In that moment, as the world continued to swirl around you both, Neymar and you embarked on a journey of reconciliation and rediscovery. With hearts open to love's infinite possibilities, you stepped forward, ready to rewrite your story, guided by the enduring bond that fate had rekindled.

"Are you doing anything after this?" Neymar's voice carries a playful lilt, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. Your head shakes in response, a smile spreading across your face, mirroring his infectious joy.

"Great. Well, there's this ice cream vendor I know just up the street we could go to," he suggests, the mischievous glimmer in his eyes reflecting the memories of your early encounters. Laughter dances in the air as you playfully hit his chest, a gentle reminder of the playful banter that once defined your connection.

Neymar chuckles, his voice filled with genuine excitement. "What? I'm serious!" His smile widens, his eyes shining with warmth and sincerity. The familiarity of his words resonates deeply, reminding you of the carefree moments you shared when your love story was just beginning to unfold.

A gentle teasing remark escapes your lips. "You are such a dork," you playfully chide, finding solace in the comfort of his arms. As you wrap your arms around his chest, leaning your head against his heartbeat, a sense of serenity envelops you.

With graceful tenderness, Neymar tightens his embrace, a silent promise not to let go. In that moment, as the world continues to spin around you, you revel in the joy of rediscovered love, knowing that this time, you and Neymar will create new memories, hand in hand, embracing the dorkiness, laughter, and love that define your extraordinary journey together.

You and Neymar continue to chat, relishing in the familiar comfort and the excitement of a renewed connection. Time slips away effortlessly as you share stories, laughter, and dreams for the future. However, as the event draws to a close, the demands of the evening pull you both in different directions. With a promise to reconnect, you exchange heartfelt goodbyes, knowing that this time, it won't be long before your paths intertwine once again. As you part ways, a sense of anticipation lingers, each step carrying the promise of a future filled with love, happiness, and shared adventures.

True to your word, you begin to rebuild the bridge between you. Messages and calls become more frequent, filled with laughter, shared memories, and a genuine curiosity about each other's lives. Slowly but surely, the distance that once separated you begins to shrink, making way for a blossoming bond that refuses to be ignored.

In the months that follow, your connection deepens and evolves. Dates are filled with laughter, stolen glances, and the sweet nostalgia of rediscovered love. Each moment spent together feels like a beautiful reunion, as if fate has brought you back together to create a love story even more extraordinary than before.

As news of your rekindled romance spreads, Brasil can't help but celebrate the return of their beloved "it" couple. And with every passing day, your bond grows stronger, fortified by the lessons learned from your past and a shared commitment to prioritize each other. Together, you build a foundation of trust, support, and unwavering dedication, creating a love that withstands the tests of time and captures the hearts of millions.

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Hey, I have a request for a Cristiano Ronaldo imagine / one shot.

Could you write one about y/n always supporting Cristiano and always being at his matches and everyone knows they’re best friends but they’re actually dating and just haven’t told anyone yet but there are rumors that they are and Cristiano reveals that y/n and him are dating in an interview when he gets asked about the rumors. I hope you can do that, I’d really appreciate it.

Ly Caya

More Than Just A Friend | Cristiano Ronaldo

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Cristiano Ronaldo x Female Reader

Word Count : 995

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Sooo Sorry for the long wait!!!! ya girl was going through it but its all good now!! c': Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Requests are currently closed as I am catching up. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

As the vibrant stadium lights illuminate the field, you find yourself amidst a sea of cheering fans, eagerly awaiting the start of yet another exhilarating match. You are here, faithfully supporting Cristiano Ronaldo, your boyfriend, in every game. The public eye perceives you both as best friends, unaware of the deep romantic connection you share. Together, you have decided to keep your relationship a secret until Cristiano feels the time is right to disclose it, considering his status as an iconic figure in the world of football.

Clad in Cristiano's team colors, you stand near the front row of the stadium, surrounded by a sea of passionate supporters. Your heart swells with pride and anticipation, the electric atmosphere heightening your senses. As the players take their positions on the field, a wave of excitement ripples through the crowd, reaching its crescendo as Cristiano's name echoes through the stands.

You catch a glimpse of Cristiano as he walks onto the pitch, his face a mask of focus and determination. The roar of the crowd intensifies, their chants reverberating in your ears. With each passing second, your heart beats faster, mirroring the pulse of the game about to unfold.

Cristiano's team plays with unmatched skill and unwavering determination, their every move a testament to their years of practice and teamwork. Your eyes remain fixed on Cristiano as he weaves through defenders, his agility and speed leaving everyone in awe. The stadium erupts in a symphony of cheers as he scores a breathtaking goal, sending the ball soaring into the net.

"Go, Cristiano!" you shout at the top of your lungs, your voice blending with the chorus of supporters around you. The elation on Cristiano's face is unmistakable, even from afar. It's moments like these that make all the hard work and sacrifices worth it.

As the game progresses, the whispers of rumors grow louder, finding their way into the ears of observant reporters. Some keen individuals have started to notice the way Cristiano steals glances at you during matches, or the subtle gestures of affection you exchange when no one is watching. Speculations begin to circulate about the true nature of your relationship. However, the truth remains hidden, concealed behind the facade of friendship, guarded by your shared decision to protect the privacy of your love.

After the game, amidst a frenzy of media and jubilant fans, you make your way to the player's lounge. Cristiano, his face still flushed with the exhilaration of the match, pulls you into a tight embrace.

"You played incredibly today, love," you whisper, hugging him tightly. He smiles warmly at you, his eyes brimming with affection.

In a fleeting moment, Cristiano leans in and presses a tender kiss against your lips. The intimate gesture fills your heart with reassurance. "Thank you, my love," Cristiano murmurs, his voice laced with affection. His gaze holds a hint of determination, signaling that he believes the time has come for a change.

Before either of you can utter a word, the sound of hurried footsteps and the clamor of reporters fill the air as they make their way towards the lounge's entrance. You exchange a quick nod, sealing an unspoken understanding, and kiss Cristiano's lips once more before swiftly slipping out of the lounge through the back door. Positioned discreetly, you find a hidden vantage point, peeking through a narrow crack to witness the pivotal moment that is about to unfold.

A sudden hush falls over the room as the journalists enter, sensing the significance of the impending revelation. Cristiano's eyes seek you out, locking with yours, and in that moment, you share an unbreakable bond of unity and love. He takes a deep breath, ready to reveal the truth to the world.

During the post-match interview, various journalists bombard Cristiano with questions about the game, his training regimen, and the secrets to his phenomenal success. Then, as anticipated, a daring journalist raises the inevitable question, his tone brimming with curiosity, "Cristiano, there have been persistent rumors about a romantic relationship between you and y/n. Can you shed some light on that?"

Cristiano's eyes twinkle as he glances at you for a split second, a knowing smile playing on his lips. Your heart races, pounding so fast you fear it might burst through your chest. In this moment, you cannot help but feel an overwhelming surge of happiness, knowing that you will no longer have to suppress your feelings in public. The weight of secrecy is about to be lifted, replaced by a sense of liberation and joy.

"Yes," Cristiano declares, his voice firm and resolute, capturing the attention of the room. "The rumors are true. Y/N and I are dating. We have been together for a year and a half. She is my pillar of strength, my confidante, and my greatest support. Our bond transcends friendship, and I couldn't be happier to share this news with the world."

The room erupts into a symphony of gasps, applause, and a flurry of camera flashes. The truth is out, released into the world like a bird taking flight. The love you and Cristiano share is no longer confined to the shadows; it now stands proudly in the spotlight. From this moment forward, you will face the world together, hand in hand, unafraid of the scrutiny and ready to embrace the adventure that awaits.

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I need something cute and fluffy with Kylian where readers heavily pregnant and he always comes to the rescue like always coming home with cravings, cuddling, reassuring her everything’s gonna be ok, putting on a comfort movie, massaging her back and feet every night etc🫶🏼

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 907

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Writing fluff always makes my heart happy c': Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

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As you sit on the cozy couch in your living room, your hand instinctively rests on your growing belly. It's been an eventful day, and now all you can think about is sinking your teeth into a delicious slice of chocolate cake. You reach for your phone and decide to text your boyfriend, Kylian, who should be finishing up his futbol meeting soon.

You type out the message, your fingers dancing across the screen, and eagerly hit send.

You: BABBBEEEEEEEEEEE….. How much do you love me? ;)

A few minutes later, as you wait for his response, you feel a small kick from your baby, as if it's echoing your craving for chocolatey goodness. "I know, I know... Daddy will bring us our food soon," you mumble as you rub your belly, feeling a mixture of love and anticipation.

Suddenly, a notification pops up on your phone, and your heart flutters with excitement. It's a message from Kylian.

Kylian: I love you a lot, princess. Is everything okay? I just finished practice. I should be heading home soon.

A warm smile spreads across your face, and you quickly reply, unable to contain your craving.

You: Yes, everything is fine... I was just wondering if you could bring me chocolate cake, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee with cake frosting!!!!!!

You press send, hoping he'd be up for this sweet indulgence. It doesn't take long before another message appears on your screen.

Kylian: Absolutely, my love! Consider it done. Anything for my two precious angels.

Your heart fills with gratitude and love for the thoughtful man you're lucky to call your boyfriend. The anticipation of enjoying that cake together makes you giddy.

30 minutes later, you hear the door creak open. Kylian steps into the house, carrying a small box in his hands. "Babe!" he calls out for you as he slips his shoes off. You quickly get up from the couch and practically run towards him. "KYLIAAAAAAAN," you squeal, unable to contain your excitement.

He looks at you with a playful grin, realizing just how excited you are. Setting the box down on the banister near the front door, he wraps his arms around you, careful to support your growing belly.

"Chocolate cake delivery for the beautiful mom-to-be," he says, his voice laced with tenderness and adoration. He kisses your forehead before you lift your head and kiss his lips, feeling a rush of love and happiness.

It's moments like these that remind you how lucky you are to have Kylian by your side, his love and support unwavering throughout this journey.

"Now, let's get baby Ky some cake!" he says happily as he grabs the cake box, leading the way to the living room.

You both make your way to the living room, where he places the cake box on the coffee table. He goes into the kitchen to grab a knife and small plates before returning back to the living room to cut you and him a slice.

"You know, Kylian, I didn't expect you to bring me a whole cake. A slice would have been fine," you laugh as you settle comfortably on the couch, your feet propped up on a cushion.

Kylian hands you the plate with a slice of cake on it, the heavenly aroma of chocolate wafts through the air, making your mouth water. "Babe, knowing you and our bun in the oven, you are definitely going to want more than one slice," Kylian says as he joins you, his arm around your shoulders.

As you savor each bite of the rich chocolate cake, you nod your head in agreement, a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. "Yeah... you are definitely right," you say with a smile, appreciating his understanding and attentiveness.

With the cake now devoured, Kylian places the empty plates aside and turns his attention to you. Gently, he begins to massage your back, his hands working their magic, easing away any tension or discomfort.

"You are doing amazing, my love," he whispers, his voice filled with admiration. "Our baby boy is so lucky to have you as his mom. I can't wait for him to be born and for our little family to grow even more."

His words fill your heart with warmth and reassurance. You lean into his touch, feeling the love and support flowing through every caress.

"I can't wait either," you reply softly, tears of joy welling up in your eyes. "Thank you for being the most incredible partner and father. You make every day better, even with just a slice of chocolate cake."

As Kylian continues to massage your back and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, you realize that this simple evening together, filled with cake and affection, is a precious moment in your journey as a couple and as parents-to-be. And you couldn't be more grateful for the love and happiness that fills your home.

With contentment in your hearts and a cake-filled bliss, you decide to put on a comforting movie. Snuggled up against Kylian, his hand gently massaging your back, you feel a sense of tranquility wash over you.

In that moment, surrounded by love, cake, and the anticipation of your little one's arrival, you realize that life couldn't get any sweeter.

[wavypotatochips]

i have something in my mind

could you write kylian having an important meeting but readers at home and she’s sick and she calls kylian but he doesn’t answer and when he comes home he sees her like she fainted or she’s very sick?i need some comfort kylian , 😊 thank you

𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 1k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Ugh I love 'comfort someone who is sick' scenarios, they are always so cute to me (': Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like how I conveyed your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Request are temporarily unavailable, ILY mwah mwah ♥

You're lying in bed, feeling absolutely terrible. Your head is pounding, your nose is stuffy, and your body feels like it's on fire. You know you need more medicine to help with your fever, so you grab your phone to text your boyfriend, Kylian.

You type out a message asking him to bring you more medicine. You wait anxiously for a response, but none comes.

You start to feel frustrated and helpless. You're in so much pain, and you need his help, but you don't want to seem too needy as well. You try to distract yourself by watching TV or reading a book, but you can't focus on anything.

As time passes, you start to feel worse. You're so uncomfortable, and the pain seems to be getting worse. You decide to try texting Kylian again, hoping that he's finished with whatever he is doing and can come to your rescue.

But once again, there's no response. You feel like you're in agony, and you don't know what to do. You start to worry that something might be seriously wrong with you. You try to call Kylian, but his phone goes straight to voicemail.

You're feeling so alone and helpless, and it's making you even more anxious. You wish that you had someone to take care of you, but you know that Kylian is a very busy man and you don't want to bother him.

Meanwhile, Kylian is in a very important meeting with Nike, discussing a collaboration that could potentially skyrocket his career to new heights. The room is filled with executives, all intently focused on the discussion, their eyes trained on Kylian as he presents his ideas and strategies that he has been meticulously working on for months. He is confident and articulate, impressing everyone in the room with his creativity and expertise.

As the meeting reaches its final stages, Kylian's phone vibrates loudly on the table, interrupting the otherwise silent atmosphere. His phone is upside down, so he cannot see who is blowing up his notifications. He lets out a small laugh in front of the executives and reaches for his phone, apologizing for the interruption, and quickly silencing it.

As the meeting comes to an end, Kylian turns on his phone while walking back to the car. The notifications are coming in slowly since the phone has restarted, but he sees there are multiple missed calls and messages from you. He tries to call you back, but there is no answer. He feels a growing sense of concern, wondering what could be wrong. Kylian calls again, but there is still no answer. He starts to worry that something might be seriously wrong now and quickly gets into the car, practically speeding to the house you two share.

As Kylian drives, his mind races with all the possibilities of what could be wrong. He remembers that you mentioned feeling a bit under the weather starting last night,, but he didn't think it was anything serious. Now, he starts to wonder if he should have taken your symptoms more seriously. Before turning into the neighborhood, he is stopped by a red light, causing him to groan in frustration. He picks up his phone and goes to the messages, finally seeing all the messages you sent hours ago. He feels terrible for not being there for you.

Once the light turns green, Kylian quickly stops at a local CVS to pick up medication. Luckily, it is nighttime, and there are not many people out, so he is able to use the self-checkout without any delay. As he rushes home, Kylian's mind is filled with worry and guilt. He hopes that he can make it up to you and provide the care and attention that you deserve.

Kylian's heart pounds in his chest as he frantically searches for you, his mind racing with worry. When he finally spots you in the living room, his heart sinks at the sight of your weakened state. You look so pale and fragile, as if a gentle breeze could knock you over. He rushes to your side, setting down the medication and taking a seat beside you. He gently places his hand on your forehead, feeling the heat radiating from your body, realizing that you have a fever. Kylian's heart aches at the sight of you in this condition.

You let out a soft groan as Kylian's hand brushes your forehead, sending sharp waves of pain through your head. You slowly open your eyes, feeling Kylian's concerned gaze on you. You try to speak, but he quickly silences you with a gentle shake of his head, "I'm so sorry, my love. Stay still and let me take care of you now." He leans down to kiss your forehead lightly, being sure not to cause any unnecessary movement.

Kylian's sole focus for the next few hours is taking care of you. He knows that you haven't eaten all day, and so he prepares some porridge for you. He carefully places a small amount in a cup and brings it over to you, helping you sit up so that you can eat. He even adds your medication to the porridge, knowing that it will be easier for you to take. You are extremely nauseous, but Kylian remains calm, reassuring you and helping you take the medicine.

Once you've finished eating and taking your medication, Kylian scoops you up gently in his arms and carries you to the bedroom. He places you softly on the bed, making sure that you are comfortable and have everything you need. Throughout the night, Kylian remains by your side, checking your temperature, bringing you water, and comforting you with soothing words. He feels guilty that he wasn't there for you earlier, but he is determined to make up for it by being the best partner possible.

Eventually, the medication starts to take effect, and your fever begins to subside. You drift off to sleep, with Kylian sitting beside you, holding your hand, feeling grateful that he can be there for you when you need him the most. As the night wears on, Kylian's focus remains solely on you, forgetting about his work responsibilities and everything else. His only concern is your well-being, and he is willing to do whatever it takes to make sure you recover quickly.

[wavypotatochips]

omg mbappe x petite reader is 5’0 or something and you can add whatever fluff you want but AHHHH I NEED THISSS

𝘾𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣! | 𝙆𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙈𝙗𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A fluff story in which you and your boyfriend Kylian are playfighting.

Word Count : 552

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Strictly fluff play fight whoop whoop. My brain is fried because of finals >-< Anywayssss thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like how I conveyed your idea! :] ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Request are temporarily unavailable, ILY mwah mwah ♥

You and your boyfriend Kylian are in a playful mood today, and the living room is your battleground. You've been chasing each other around for the past few minutes, trying to outmaneuver each other and land a playful punch or tickle.

You dart behind the couch, hoping to catch Kylian off-guard. He's momentarily confused, looking around for you, and you take advantage of the moment to sneak up behind him.

“CATCH ME IF YOU CAN LOSER!!!,” You reach out and give him a playful shove, but he spins around quickly and catches you in his arms, lifting you up effortlessly.

"Aha! You thought you could get me, but you underestimated my ninja skills," he says, grinning down at you.

You laugh and try to wriggle free, but he holds you tight, enjoying the feeling of having you in his arms. "Let me go, Kylian!" you protest, but you're secretly thrilled by his display of strength.

He sets you back down on your feet, but you're not ready to give up yet. You start tickling his sides, hoping to catch him off-guard and turn the tables on him.

Kylian laughs and tries to dodge your attacks, but you're persistent, and soon he's doubled over with laughter. "Stop it, stop it!" he gasps, his face turning red with laughter.

You finally relent, standing back and giggling at the sight of him trying to catch his breath. "See, I can be tough too," you say, grinning at him.

He nods with a small laugh,"I know, I know. You're a force to be reckoned with," he says, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. You think it is over now, so you relax in his embrace but he quickly retaliates and pins you down on the couch.

"Ha! Gotcha," he says, grinning down at you.

You pout and try to wriggle free, but he holds you tight. "You're so unfair," you whine, looking up at him.

He leans down and plants a kiss on your nose. "But you're just so cute when you're trying to be tough," he teases, running his fingers along your sides and making you squirm.

You giggle uncontrollably, trying to catch your breath. "Stop it, Kylian!" you protest, but you secretly love the way he makes you feel so light and carefree.

He lifts you effortlessly off the couch, holding you up in the air and twirling you around. "Aww, my little pocket-sized girlfriend," he coos, grinning at you.

You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck, enjoying the feeling of being lifted up by someone so strong and capable. "Hey, I may be 4’11, but I can still pack a punch," you joke, playfully punching his arm.

“Ouchhhh,” Kylian winces playfully as he rubs his arm before laughing, “I know, babe.”

As he waves an invisible flag, he asks, "Shall we call a truce?" Affirming your agreement with a nod, he grins and draws you back into his loving arms. You nestle into his embrace, relishing the sensation of his vigor and protection. Glancing up at him, you whisper tenderly, "Kylian, I adore you."

He leans down and kisses you gently on the lips. "I love you too, my little fighter," he says, grinning at you. "Now let's go get some snacks and watch a movie, okay?"

[wavypotatochips]

hi could you write something where the reader just moved in and her new house is next to mbappé’s one also her window is next to mbappé’s one so every time she gets changed she does it in front of the window to tease her new neighbor

𝙄 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙬 | 𝙆𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙈𝙗𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚 [ 𝙎𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏 ]

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 1k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Im going to be completely honest with you.. I had so much trouble trying to write this because I was unsure how to execute it LOLZZZZ and I honestly believe I did a horrible job so I am soooooo sorry. Hopefully there's a chance that I executed it as you expected c': And as always-Thank you so much for requesting!! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Due to finals, I have not been able to write as much as I usually do and I'm currently catching up on current requests because I'm a little behind. If you would like to send a request, do so now as after this weekend, request will be temporarily unavailable. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

As you put away your freshly laundered clothes, you can't help but feel a surge of excitement course through you. You've been keeping a secret from your best friend, and it's time to spill the beans. "You won't believe who just moved in next door," you exclaim into the phone, your voice bubbling with anticipation. Your friend is intrigued and eagerly asks, "Who is it?"

You take a deep breath and respond with a name that elicits shock and awe, "Kylian!" The mere mention of his name sends a jolt of electricity through the phone line as your best friend squeals in disbelief. The famous soccer player and international heartthrob has taken up residence next door, and you can't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of being his neighbor.

As your friend processes the news, she recalls a conversation you both had in the past about a boy you met at a party. "Wait a minute, is this the same Kylian you were telling me about that you met at Kimpembe's party?" she asks. You nod your head, even though she can't see you. "Yup," you respond with a pronounced 'P', "that's him."

You can't help but reminisce about that night when you first met Kylian. You two had hit it off immediately, exchanging witty banter and flirty glances throughout the evening. You were undoubtedly going to see him at home once more and have a little fun. However, your plans were interrupted when a friend of yours got too drunk, and you had to leave to take care of her. You barely even had a chance to exchange numbers with Kylian, and the entire evening you were mildly annoyed with your friend Faith because she essentially "cock-blocked" you.

But now, fate has brought you two together once again, and this time, you don't have to worry about anyone ruining it. 

Your best friend tells you over the phone, making you chuckle, "You two were literally eye-fucking eachother that night." “Do you not see how hot is his? Of course I was!,” you let out a small sigh, “ I don't know how to approach him again though", you say while biting your bottom lip.

"Simply say hello to Kylian! Could we fuck?"

You chuckle aloud while shaking your head, "Bye, I'm going to go shower."

"Yeah yeah whatever," your best friend chuckles over the phone, "Goodbye I love you, mwah mwah."

You reply, "Love you too," and end the call.

As you hum to yourself, you connect your phone to the Bluetooth speaker, intending to play some music while you prepare to take a shower. Your selection is "I Was Never There" by The Weeknd. As you turn to grab your clothes and head into the bathroom, movement outside the window across from yours catches your eye. It's Kylian, working out with two dumbbells, his shirtless form rippling with muscles as he does curls. You can't help but bite your bottom lip as you take in the enticing view. You watch him perform a few more curl-ups until he glances up and notices you. After a brief period of confusion when he first sees you, his eyes widen as he begins to remember who you are. You smirk at him and put the music up louder while stripping off your clothes in front of him. You fiddle with the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough to see your lace bra, then lowering it as you start to dance sensually, caressing yourself all over.  Then, as you continue to dance, you lift your shirt and toss it off. You squeeze your breasts together, stoop a little, and shake your hands so hard that your breasts almost fall out of your bra. The way his chest rises and falls indicates that his breathing is becoming more difficult. You have his whole attention even if he is trying to exercise. You start fiddling with the hem of your sweatpants, running your hand up and down to tease him more by only momentarily exposing your lace panties to him. Continue to dance sensually by allowing your hands to rub all over you as you spin your body around. Your back is turned to him, you tilt your head to the side to maintain eye contact, and you start to slowly begin to push your sweatpants off of you in order to display your black lace underwear once again. You applaud yourself in your head for choosing to wear a matching set of undergarments today. Kylian is now letting go of his weights as he approaches the window, his eyes enamored with what is taking place in front of him. In order to make your ass jiggle, you rock your hips side to side. Then, you stand up and slap your ass. Up until the song's conclusion, you keep giving Kylian a tease show. By this time, Kylian's dumbbells were out of his hands, and he was standing a little bit closer to the window so you could see his growing boner. You spin around so that your back is facing him once more, undo your bra, and then press your arm against your chest so the bra is still covering your breast and doesn't fall off. Your other hand started to fiddle with the hem of your pants, lowering them just far enough for Kylian to see that you were bare below. As he starts to rub his bulge through his pants, Kylian licks his lips. You bit your bottom lip, letting your hand lower your bra even farther while just letting your areolas peek out.  Kylian kept watching attentively, his eyes pleading for more. However, you laugh, raise your free hand, and gesture "no" with your finger before quickly turning around and leaving the room. What's the pleasure in giving the man exactly what he wants?

Being overly horny, Kylian is surprised and agitated. He finds it unbelievable that his next-door neighbor is the same woman who left him at the club with blue balls and is now strip teasing him. As he tightened his jaw, all he could think about was you.

[wavypotatochips]

hi, so it's the first time i send a request in your blog, found it the other day and literally love it. I saw that someone asked the other day a Sergio Ramos x reader were she says to him daddy but in a fluff way, so could you do it but in smut maybe? thanks and hope you okay <3

𝙎𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣? [𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉- 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝘿𝙉𝙄] | 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙤 𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙤

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader

Word Count : 2k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Im so glad you enjoy my blog and im doing fine, thank you for asking!! Here's the NSFW version [: Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Due to finals, I have not been able to write as much as I usually do and I'm currently catching up on current requests because I'm a little behind. If you would like to send a request, do so now as after this weekend, request will be temporarily unavailable. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You and Sergio have been living together for a few months now, and it's been nothing short of amazing. You both have your own quirks and habits, but you love each other more with every passing day.  Sergio is generally perceived as serious and even aggressive by most people, but in your company, he exhibits a playful and silly demeanor. While it's common knowledge that Sergio is someone who takes his work and responsibilities seriously and doesn't back away from a challenge, you are aware of a more tender side to him that he seldom displays to others. Witnessing him let his guard down and abandon the stern façade he usually wears is quite refreshing.

One lazy Sunday afternoon, you're lounging on the couch, reading a book when Sergio suddenly jumps out from behind the armchair and tackles you. You shriek with laughter as he pins you down. "You didn't see that coming, did you?" he says, grinning.

You giggle and squirm under his weight, trying to push him off. "Get off of me, you big oaf!" Sergio laughs and tickles you, making you wriggle even more. "Not until you say I'm so handsome and I'm the best boyfriend ever!" he says, still tickling you.

"Okay, okay, I'm so handsome and I’m the best boyfriend ever!" you say, still giggling.

Sergio laughs, shaking his head, and continues to tickle you. "You know that's not what I meant!"

You laugh even harder now, your side cramping and tears falling down your cheeks. "Okay, okay, please s-stop I can't breathe!" 

He smiles, finally stopping as he grabs your hands and pins them up above your head as you continue to chuckle softly, trying to regain your breath.

“Atta girl, just breathe slowly you got this,” he smiles as he looks down at you.

As he speaks, butterflies flutter in your stomach, and a warm blush spreads across your cheeks. Although you were already flushed from laughing earlier, you couldn't help the reaction he stirred in you. Perhaps he didn't even notice how his words affected you, lost in the moment. You bite your bottom lip playfully, deciding to tease Sergio a bit. "Thank you, Daddy," you say with a hint of mischief in your voice. 

You can see the surprise in his expression at the endearment you've used, realizing you've never called him that before. But something about the way the word rolls off your tongue ignites a fire within him that he didn't know existed. His jaw tightens, and his eyes seem to darken with desire. "Say that again," he demands, his voice low and husky.

You meet his gaze, pretending to be oblivious to his reaction. "Say what?" you ask, looking down at his lips before meeting his eyes again. "Daddy?" you say the word slowly, relishing in the effect it has on him. Sergio leans in closer to you, his breath warm on your face. "I like the way you say that," he whispers, his voice barely above a growl. "I wonder how it would sound hearing your pretty lips cry out while calling me that.” You feel a shiver run down your spine at his words, and your heart rate picks up as he whispers down at you. Stick to the plan….stick to the plan, you think to yourself.

The air between you is charged with electricity, and you can feel the tension building.

His grip of your wrist loosens up as you sit up. He leans down, his lips brush against yours. You kiss him, not being able to resist. As your lips meet, the world around you fades into the background, and all that remains is the taste of him on your tongue and the sensation of his arms around you. His kiss is soft and tender at first, but as the passion between you builds, it becomes more urgent, more insistent.

As soft pants escape his lips, he grabs your waist and pulls you towards him, indicating that he wants you to sit on his lip. As you straddle over him, you immediately press your lips against his. Your hands glide through his hair, drawing him closer to you, while his hands trace the curves of your body over your back. It's a blissful time, and you forget about everything else for a while, immersed in the heat of the moment. “I don't think you realized what you have done to me, Y/N,” Sergio mumbles against your lips as he grabs your ass, pulling you towards him so you can feel his bulge. You moan against his lips, becoming more turned on by the minute, yearning him to be inside you. And, based on the way you started rocking your hips back and forth on his lap, he knew precisely what you wanted as well. He pulls away from the kiss as he clutches your waist, causing you to stop moving and forming a frown on your face. "Tell Daddy exactly what you want, Y/N." Sergio's voice is demanding as he stares deeply into your eyes. You feel embarrassed, but hearing Sergio refer to himself as Daddy enlightened something inside you. You keep quiet out of humiliation, while knowing exactly what you desire. “Y/N… Say it," Sergio says. "I want you to fuck me," you say back. Sergio smirks but says nothing else, instead leaning back on the couch, "Oh yeah? "Show me how badly you want me," he teases.  You bite your bottom lip because you know exactly what he wants. You move off of him and kneel down between his legs, looking him in the eyes as you carefully untie the sweatpants he is wearing. You want to tease him for messing with you earlier and making you feel ashamed just moments before.

As you undo the strings, you grab the hem of his sweatpants and pull them down to his ankles with his assistance. His cock twitches with anticipation as you kiss the tip of his member through his boxers. He clenches his teeth slightly as he detects your unusually slow speed, "Y/N," he demands, "You don't want to start something you can't finish." And he was correct. You almost came before he even touched you the last time he teased you. You nod politely and take his boxers, slipping them down as well. His cock jumps out of his boxers, causing you to lick your lips. You are such a slut for him. As you place him in your mouth, you grab the base of his cock with one hand and begin to give him head by bobbing your head up and down. He sighs as he grips your hair, allowing you to maintain the steady pace you've established for yourself. After 30 seconds, your jaw starts to ache, but hearing Sergio's groans and murmured curse words fires you on enough to push through the pain. Both of your hands are wrapped around his cock, your head bobbing up and down, your tongue paying special attention to the tip of his cock. "F-Fuck Y/N," he groans softly as he pants. His grasp on the top of your head intensifies as he pulls back your hair to free you from him. "Ride me," he mumbles. You're panting as well, trying to ignore the pain in your jaw. "Yes, Daddy," you answer obediently as you remove your shorts, leaving only your lacy black panties on. You straddle him again, teasingly rubbing your barely covered pussy on his demanding dick, causing him to groan. He holds your jaw with one hand and pulls you towards him wanting to make out. You groan against his lips as you kiss him, enjoying how hungry he was acting as it made you want to devour him even more. While you two are kissing, he takes his hand away from your jaw and moves it to rest against your lower back, while his other hand moves your panties to the side. His fingers rubbed up and down your slit, two of them slipping inside and causing you to gasp against his lips. When you gasp, he is able to put his tongue into your mouth. As he curls his fingers inside of you, his tongue dances around with yours. You shake from the sensation and moan  against his lips, enjoying how he makes you feel. His fingers stray from your body as he quietly pants and pulls away from the kiss. He smirks as he sees his fingers sparkling with your juices as he gazes into your lust-filled, desire-filled eyes. He asks, "Now who made you this wet?," as he puts his fingers inside his mouth to rinse the secretions from them. As you observe the scene, you nip at your bottom lip. “You did, Daddy.” He taps your side and smirks once more, urging you to stand up.  You put some distance between the two of you. Before inserting it, he runs his tip along the inside of your slit. Then you start to recline on him, letting his cock into you more deeply and making a moaning sound. He takes his hands on your waist and lifts you up and down to bounce you on his cock before you have a chance to get used to his large, girthy size. As you place your hand on his chest and scream his name aloud, "S-Sergio!" you exclaim. He moans and tilts his head back. So that you may regain control, he stops bouncing you and says, "I'm sorry, my love." He says as he presses his lips back against yours, "You just feel so good around me. You give him a kiss in return and put your arms around his neck to intensify the kiss. You start to rock yourself back and forth whilst riding him as the kiss gets deeper. When you rub yourself up against him, you groan as you feel his member dig deeply into you. Sergio gives you about a minute to finish before he wants to take control again. You start to whimper as he grips you by the waist and elevates you high enough for his cock to emerge from you, but he speaks before you can react, "Turn around, my love."

You turn away from him, nod obediently, and spin around so that your back is now toward him. You take a squatting stance with your back against his chest while you get comfortable between his legs. In order to put distance between you and him, he softly pushes you. He then takes your sides and starts to help you thrust upward while you bounce up and down. You groan aloud as this position seems to be hitting harder than before. All that can be heard when he penetrates you is the moisture from your pussy gushing against his cock.  You whimper out, panting heavily, "I-If you continue I'm going to cum!" Sergio interprets this to mean that since you are about to have an orgasm , he should continue harder. You scream loudly from the pleasure as he makes a slow, powerful thrust, and unsurprisingly, you have an orgasm. He grunts as he does this. Your pussy clenches his cock firmly, forcing him to cum as well without any provocation. He has you in such a tight grasp that you might get bruised, but you don't mind since you enjoy it. He says, "F-Fuck," as you slump back against his chest. Your legs are still twitching as you pant heavily while keeping your eyes closed. Sergio lets you get off of him and helps you turn around so you can curl up next to him with what little energy he still has left. He leans down to kiss your forehead while still attempting to catch his breath.“I love you so much, my love. Just give me one moment and I'll get you all cleaned up, okay?” You incline your head slightly in his direction while nodding. You admire the way he treats you like a Queen while still fucking you like a slut. The perfect combination

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Can you please write like a Cristiano Ronaldo Dos Santos Aveiro fanfic or oneshot? Its really hard to find one😭 and youre a really good writer based off your sergio ramos oneshots.

𝙈𝙮 𝙏𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙧 | 𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙤 𝙍𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙙𝙤

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Cristiano Ronaldo x Female Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Cristiano surprises you and lavishes you with affection.

Word Count : 1k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Of course I can! and thank you so much for the compliment KISS KISS MWAAAH. And as always, Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Due to finals, I have not been able to write as much as I usually do and I'm currently catching up on current requests because I'm a little behind. If you would like to send a request, do so now as after this weekend, request will be temporarily unavailable. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing on the nightstand. You rubbed your eyes and picked it up, smiling when you saw that the message was from Cristiano.

"Good morning beautiful, I hope you slept well. I have a surprise for you today. Be ready by 10 am. Love you."

Your heart fluttered at the message. You had been dating  Cristiano, one of the most famous futbol players in the world, for a few months now and every day felt like a dream. You got out of bed, feeling excited for what the day would bring.

Cristiano knocks on the door around 10 a.m., and when you respond, he hands you a bouquet of flowers in a vase. "Cristiano, you have the house key," you chuckle, smiling gleefully at him. Cristiano's mornings are normally filled with strenuous gym workouts, which is why he wasn't there when you woke up. You sniff the roses momentarily before laying them on the counter near the door. Cristiano is dressed casually in pants and a t-shirt. He smiled at you as he extended his hand to you.

“Of course but it's more romantical when I do it like this, eh?,” he responds, causing you to roll your eyes playfully as you take his hand.

"Ready for your surprise?" he asks, his eyes sparkling.

"Of course! What is it?" you ask, unable to contain your excitement. 

Cristiano leads you to his car and opens the door for you, a gentleman as always. You got in and he drove off, the wind blowing through your hair as you enjoyed the warm weather.

After about half an hour of driving, Cristiano pulls into a beautiful park. He gets out of the car and opens your door, taking your hand and leading you to a picnic blanket that he had set up on the grass.

"I thought we could have a picnic today," he said, gesturing to the basket of food he had brought. “I know I have been working hard with training sessions and such, but I just want to remind you how precious you are… and you know, how much you mean to me.”

With a wide grin on your face, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for his thoughtfulness. He had gone out of his way to bring your favorite snacks and drinks, and it was moments like these that made you realize how amazing he was. It was ironic how social media had painted him in such a negative light - as someone who was rude and ignorant - when in reality, he was just one big teddy bear.

You spent the morning lounging on the blanket, enjoying the delicious food and talking about everything and anything. Cristiano told you about his childhood, his dreams, and his hopes for the future. You listened intently, feeling grateful for the chance to get to know him on a deeper level.

After lunch, Cristiano surprised you with another activity. He had rented a boat and took you out on the water, the sun shining down on you as you floated along.

As you leaned back against Cristiano , feeling the warmth of his body against yours, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment. You had never felt so cared for and loved by anyone.

As the sun began to set, Cristiano took you to a fancy restaurant for dinner. He had made reservations at a table with a beautiful view of the city skyline. You ate amazing food and drank expensive wine, feeling like royalty.

As the night went on, Cristiano kept surprising you with little gestures of love. He held your hand under the table, whispered sweet nothings in your ear, and even serenaded you with a song.

As you walked back to the car, hand in hand, you felt like the luckiest person in the world. Cristiano  had spoiled you for the day, but what really made you feel special was the love and care he had shown you throughout the entire day.

"Thank you for today," you said, looking up at Cristiano  with gratitude in your eyes.

"Anything for you, my love," he replied, leaning down to kiss you softly.

You melted into his arms, feeling like you were on top of the world. This was what true love felt like, and you were grateful to have found it with Cristiano .

As the car pulled up to the house you two share, Cristiano  helped you out and walked with you hand-in-hand to the door. You turned to face him, feeling a little sad that your perfect day had come to an end.

"I don't want this day to end," you said, pouting slightly.

"I know, me neither. But don't worry, there will be many more days like this," he said, cupping your face in his hands and gazing into your eyes.

He leaned in to kiss you again, his lips soft and gentle against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his warmth and strength enveloping you.

After a few moments, he pulled away and took your hand, leading you inside. He wrapped his arms around you from behind as you walked to the couch. Once near the couch the both of you kick off your shoes and instantly cuddle against one-another. Cristiano  grabs the blanket that is on the couch and throws it over you both. He instantly holds you as close as he can as you snuggle up against him.

"I love you so much," he whispered, his voice full of emotion.

"I love you too," you replied, feeling your heart swell with affection.

"You bring out the best in me. Do you know how much you mean to me?" he questions, nuzzling his face into your hair.

"I do. I love you so much and i'll always be here for you my love" you said, smiling up at him.

He looked you in the eyes with such love that your heart skipped a beat. He leaned in for a delicate kiss, his lips soft against yours. In that one simple gesture, you felt all the love in the world, and you kissed him back with equal tenderness. As you drew away, he stroked your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin. You gazed up at him, your heart pounding, and he flashed you a bright smile that lighted up his face. You two felt more in love than ever before as you enjoyed the warmth of each other's company.

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Would you please write an imagine were ronaldo is super clingy and it’s just pure fluff? Thank you!! 🫶

𝐈𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 | 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Cristiano Ronaldo x Female Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Cristiano are relaxing in each other's arms and he lavishes you with attention.

Word Count : 474

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Due to finals, I have not been able to write as much as I usually do and I'm currently catching up on current requests because I'm a little behind. If you would like to send a request, do so now as after this weekend, request will be temporarily unavailable. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You and your boyfriend Cristiano are having a movie night together. You are snuggled up on the couch, and he has his arm wrapped around you tightly. As the movie starts, he leans his head on your shoulder and lets out a contented sigh.

"Mmmm, I love being close to you like this," Cristiano murmurs. Cristiano's futbol career does not always allow him to be by your side as much as he would like. But, thankfully, he was able to take a day off and all he wanted to do was spend time with you.

You smile and run your fingers through his hair. "I love it too, babe. You're so warm and cozy."

Cristiano lets out a small laugh and nuzzles even closer to you. "I'm glad you think so. I just can't help myself. I need to be close to you all the time." Despite the fact that sports media portrays him as a gruff, strict character, he is truly compassionate behind closed doors. And you can't help but love how he exclusively acts this way towards you.

You can feel his breath on your neck, and it sends shivers down your spine. "You're so clingy, but I find it adorable," you tease.

Cristiano pouts playfully. "Hey, I'm not clingy. I just love you so much that I want to be near you all the time."

"I know, and I love that about you," you reply, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead.

Cristiano grins and snuggles in even closer. "Good, because I'm not going anywhere."

You both settle back into the movie, but Cristiano's hand starts to wander across your lap. "Hey, none of that," you say, trying to stifle a laugh.

Cristiano chuckles and pulls his hand back. "Sorry, sorry. I'll behave." His smile never leaves his face as he leans back a bit to look at you, his eyes sparkling. "You know…. Y/N.. You're the best. The most amazing, beautiful, wonderful person I've ever met."

You feel a warm flush spread across your cheeks, and you can't help but grin. "Thank you, baby. You aren't so bad yourself," you wink down at him in a playful manner.

Cristiano chuckles, “I mean it. I feel so lucky to be with you. You make everything better."

You lean in to kiss him, feeling your heart swell with affection. "You make everything better too, you know. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Cristiano's eyes soften, and he pulls you in for another long, slow kiss. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm never going to leave you."

You snuggle in even closer, feeling his warmth and love surrounding you. As the movie plays on, you both continue to steal kisses and whisper sweet nothings to each other, lost in your own little world of affection and adoration.

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the moment i saw your writings about sergio…i melted

so, can i request something for my captain?

reader and sergio being at some football event or party but reader being too sensitive at the loud music and the people so she gets easily overwhelmed but he takes care of her please?

Hi, love!

I'm thrilled to hear that you enjoyed my writings!

I wanted to let you know that I have already written something very similar to your request, and here is the link for you to read :] Celebration | Sergio Ramos

Happy reading! :3

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Kylian boyfriend possessive smut

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 [𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖]

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : In which your boyfriend, Kylian Mbappe, reminds you who you belong to.

Word Count : 1.9K

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Sorry for the long wait!! It always takes me a while to write smut because I don't write smut in public LMFAOO [aka when I am at school] Thank you for requesting and I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

Site note: final exams have approached so for the next few weeks I may not be able to post as much I'd like too but expect at least once or twice per weekend. It really depends on how much I can do this week because so many requests are smut and it takes me forever to write smut since im still new when it comes to writing it LOLZ (you can still request smut im just saying :3 )

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ I haven't been able to write as much as I usually do because of finals, and I'm now following up on current requests because I'm a little behind. You can make a request, but please keep in mind that it may take me a week or more to respond. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You and your boyfriend Kylian are at a fancy event, dressed to the nines and enjoying the ambiance. As you make your way through the crowd, you notice a few glances directed your way, but you pay them no mind. Kylian, however, seems to be picking up on the attention and starts to feel a bit uncomfortable. He leans in close to you and whispers in your ear, “I don't like the way those guys are looking at you. You're mine, and I don't want anyone else checking you out."

His possessiveness and jealousy may have been toxic to other people, but you always found it attractive. You say, "Baby, you know I only have eyes for you," as your cheeks grow darker and you put your palm on his chest. He nods in agreement, but that doesn't imply he enjoys seeing other men eyeball you. Your body, including your contours and face, is all his. He is also not the kind of person who takes pleasure in sharing.

As the night progresses, you and Kylian are having a good time together, and he eventually excuses himself to use the restroom. 

While Kylian is away, you spot a male friend of yours, Alex, across the way. You wave and he makes his way over to you.

"Hey Y/N! I didn't know you were going to be here," Alex greets you with a smile.

"Hey Alex! Yeah, Kylian and I decided to come last minute. How about you?"

"I'm here with some friends. You know how it is," he chuckles.

You both continue to chat and laugh, catching up on each other's lives since you last saw each other. However, as Kylian returns, you notice his demeanor change. He walks towards you both with an intense look in his eyes.

"Hey, sorry I took so long," Kylian says as he reaches you. His gaze shifts to Alex, and his tone becomes tense. "Who's this?"

"Oh, this is Alex. He's a friend of mine from college," you reply, hoping to ease Kylian's jealousy.

Kylian's eyes narrow as he looks between you and Alex. "I see," he says curtly. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Alex. But Y/N and I were just leaving."

Alex nods and backs away, sensing the tension. You watch as he disappears into the crowd before turning to face Kylian, who is still looking at you with a dark expression.

"What was that about?" you ask, trying to understand what set him off.  Kylian grabs your hand and begins to drag you outside in the parking lot.

"I don't like the way he was looking at you and I already gave you a warning when we first arrived here so now I feel as if you need a reminder," Kylian replies, his voice low and tight.

You're doing your best to keep up with him, your breath quickening as your heartbeat pounds loudly from anxiety and excitement. "Kylian, we were just catching up. "He's just a friend," you say, attempting to persuade  him.

Kylian's jaw clenches as he opens the passenger door for you, not answering your initial statement. "Get in there and buckle up."

You sigh slightly as you move into the passenger seat and fasten your seat belt. 

Of course, you obey him and remain quiet. You know you're going to be punished when you get home, and even though you don't like getting punished, you can't help but be excited about what's to come.

As you both drive home, he stays quiet, lost in thought. Upon reaching home, he steps out of the car and walks around to your side, opening the door for you in a chivalrous gesture. Gratefully, you take his hand and he guides you inside your shared abode.

He draws you close after stepping inside, wraps his arms around your waist and pressing you firmly against the door. He presses his lips against yours with delicate desire, savoring the intimate moment. You sigh against his lips, and he inserts his fingers deeper into your hips, prompting you to whine. He lowers his hand, lifts your dress, and begins to stroke you through your panties.  He kisses you once on the lips and then starts kissing you all the way down to your neck. He licks and nibbles on your neck as he continues to play with you through your panties. 

"I think you forgot something, Y/N," he murmurs against your skin before raising his head to speak in your ear and slipping your panties to the side, feeling how wet you are already for him, putting two fingers inside you as he continues, "You are mine."  You gasp at the sensation of fast pleasure, gripping the door knob as your leg trembles slightly. 

“K-Ky-”

"I don't remember ever telling you to talk."

He inserts another finger, causing you to gasp loudly and almost collapse if it weren't for his hand remaining wrapped around your waist. Kylian smirks at your reaction, kissing you on the lips one more time before removing himself from you. "Let's go upstairs to the bedroom."

He smiles at you with desire before grabbing you by the waist and tossing you over his shoulder, prompting you to squeal as he rushes to the bedroom.

Once into the bedroom, he places you on the bed and immediately climbs over you. As he lays in between your legs, your legs are forced to open up. You can feel his bulge against your needy cunt even if he's wearing dress pants. "Y/N, can you feel what you've done to me?" He pulls your hair with his hand, forcing you to look up at him and briefly bites his bottom lip, "You look so pretty underneath me right now," he says seductively. He then presses his lips hungrily against yours. You moan against the kiss that has turned on more than you expected, lust and need coursing through your veins as you crave him. As you open your mouth to let his tongue explore inside, his lips feel so good against yours. You want him to devour you, take hold of you.

He breaks away from the kiss, stepping away from you as he rapidly removes his shirt and undoes his pants. You swiftly remove your dress and bra while lying on the bed. You're still wearing your panties and high heels. As you were going to undo your high heels with the tie leg design, Kylian presses you back on your back, now only in his boxers. "No, leave them on." They look good on you." He smirks as he grabs your thighs and pulls your legs open. He licks his lips at the sight of your crimson lace underwear, which barely cover your cunt. “Look at how wet you are for me, Y/N. Your body knows who owns it,” he traces his finger over your abdomen. “Kylian please,” you beg as you look up at him feeling needy. “Please what?,” he questions as he leans over you, pressing his hard bulge against your panties. “Tell me what you want, Y/N. Use your words.”

“ I want you inside of me. Please, fuck me,” you beg. And that was enough to make Kylian snap.

Kylian gets off of you and stands up at the side of the bed. He slips your panties off and raises one of your legs, allowing it to rest on his shoulder. He pulls his boxers down, letting his aching cock to slam up against his belly button. He grabs it and rubs it along your slit, lubricating it with your fluids. "Let me remind you of who you belong to."

He rams himself into you without spending any more time. You exhale a loud gasp, arching your back against his body as he thrusts in and out of you. As he pushes you down onto him, he has one hand on your waist and the other on your leg. He groans as he sees your boobs bounce up and down, his body becoming even more turned on by the pleasurable expressions on your face. "Remember this the next time a guy tries to talk to you," he moans, thrusting harder into you. Because the sensation is so great, you can barely form words or see straight. Your entire body is on fire, and you feel like crying from how fantastic he is making you feel. "Y/N, tell me who owns you….Who does this pretty pussy belong to?" he demands as he pants. Your head is still on cloud nine, and you can hardly hear him as you grip the covers firmly. The only sounds coming from the bedroom are your pleasurable cries, his moans, and the clapping sound of your bodies colliding with the push. “Say it, Y/N. NOW.”  He removes his hand from your hip and moves down to rub your clit as he continues to thrust, your body trembling from the feeling. “Y-YOU Kylian YOU OWN ME! ONLY YOU!,” you cry out making him groan and continue to fasten his pace. 

 Kylians cock fills you up with ease, due to his large nature, and you loved every single feeling of it. You could tell the feeling was mutual due to the way his jaw was clenching and the groans that would occasionally escape his lips. Only after him continuously thrusting inside of you for a few more seconds, did your body begin to tremble harshly- hinting at an orgasm quickly approaching,” Ky-Kylian Im c-close!” You moan loudly as he pushes your leg down and grabs both of your hips,lifting your body from the bed slightly as he continues to pound your cunt. He groans, “I am too,” and you begin to feel his thrust begin to get a bit sloppy.  As he begins to thrust slower, but making sure to go deep each time causing you to cry out. “You are so gorgeous my love, I love hearing you cry for me. Your body is mine,” He begins to quicken his pace, “You are all mine… only mine,” Kylian cues as he throws his head back, groaning loudly. You continue to moan, “Y-Yes Kylian Im all yours! Only yours!,” you continued to spill out words, not even clearly knowing what you are saying at this point from the euphoric feeling. Kylian moves his hips faster causing his thrust to become harder, causing you to scream his name loudly- not being able to give him a warning and beginning to have an intense orgasm. You are gasping as your thighs begin to shake violently, your pussy squeezing tightly against Kylians cock. He winces from the painful, yet pleasurable feeling before groaning loudly and cumming inside of you as well. He thrusts slowly as he feels the cum shoot out of him, “You are such a good girl for me. MY good girl,” he says with grit teeth. You moan from the feeling, your legs continuing to tremble. You love feeling his cock pump all of his cum in you,after all, you are his.

Once Kylian feels as if he is done, he pants heavily and pulls his cock out of you. He watches as his cum with a mixture of yours oozes out of you, feeling turned on once more from the view. “Fuck…..,” he grumbles as he collapses against you.

You just had the best sex with Kylian….. you can't even feel the heels on your feet right now. You don't even mind that his cum is flowing outside of you. You're exhausted, but you can't help but think about next time, you should intentionally get him mad to feel his possessive sex again. 

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Kylian and reader on vacation together? Tysm💖💖

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐲 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 1K

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Now who doesn't love a cute fluff mini story c': Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

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You're sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when your boyfriend Kylian walks in with a mysterious smile on his face. You've noticed he's been acting secretive lately, and you can't help but feel curious about what he's up to. As he approaches you, he holds out a small envelope.

"Hey babe, I've got something for you," he says, handing you the envelope. "Open it."

You look at him quizzically before opening the envelope. Inside, you find two plane tickets to Montego Bay, Jamaica, along with a note from Kylian saying, "Pack your bags, we're going on vacation!"

You can't believe it! You've been wanting to go on a tropical vacation for so long, but with Kylian's career and other responsibilities, it just never seemed like the right time. But now, thanks to Kylian, you're going to have a chance to relax and unwind.

"Kylian, this is amazing!" you squeal, jumping up from the couch to hug him. "Thank you! Thank you! THANK YOUUUUU!"

He laughs happily as he catches you in his arms, hugging you tightly. "Of course, my love. Anything for you," he says, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead.

"When do we leave?" you ask, looking down at the ticket.

"In two days," he responds, smiling at your excitement.

"Two days? Oh my gosh, I have to start packing right now. And get my toes painted. And get some summer dresses. AHHH!" Adrenaline is running through your veins from the excitement as well as the knowledge of all the things you need to do beforehand. You give him a quick peck on the lips, handing him the tickets back. "Thank you so much, baby, but I gotta go!"

As he grabs the tickets, you quickly run off into your bedroom to start doing the endless list of things you need to do beforehand. You spend the next two days frantically packing, getting your nails done, and making sure everything is perfect for your romantic getaway.

When you arrived at Montego Bay, you were blown away by the beauty of the place. The palm trees, clear blue water, and vibrant culture made it the perfect destination for a vacation. 

As Kylian placed the luggage next to the closet and made his way towards you, you couldn't help but admire how handsome he looked in the tropical setting. His sun-kissed skin and sparkling eyes were a perfect match for the beautiful scenery around you. You couldn't imagine spending this vacation with anyone else.

“Kylian....this view is amazing,” you say walking towards the balcony, your eyes fixated on the crystal-clear water before you.

Kylian smiles and joins you on the balcony, looking out at the same breathtaking view. You notice a mischievous glint in his eye, and you feel a sense of anticipation in the air.

“Not as pretty as you, though,” he teases, a grin spreading across his face.

You roll your eyes and playfully slap his chest, “You're so cheesy!”

He chuckles and pulls you closer, “Maybe just a little bit.”

As you both stand there, taking in the beauty around you, you realize how lucky you are to have Kylian by your side. He has always been the one to make you laugh, comfort you when you're sad, and share in your happiest moments. And here you are, on this romantic vacation, sharing another unforgettable experience.

“I can't believe we're actually here,” you say, still in awe of the stunning view.

Kylian kisses your forehead, “Neither can I. But we're here now, and we're going to make the most of it.”

As you bask in the warm sun and ocean breeze, you can't help but feel excited about all the adventures this trip holds. You had both planned to go snorkeling, hiking, and maybe even try parasailing, but most importantly, you were looking forward to spending quality time with each other.

And throughout the course of the following week, you two shared a lot of humorous moments as well as a lot of memories.

During your snorkeling adventure, you and Kylian also came across a school of tiny fish that swam around you, tickling your toes. You burst out laughing, feeling like you were in your own personal fish spa. Kylian took the opportunity to take some hilarious underwater selfies of you both, with your snorkeling gear on and fish nibbling at your feet.

One evening, Kylian surprised you by setting up a candlelit dinner on the beach. As you sat down at the table, you noticed a small crab crawling up Kylian's leg. You couldn't contain your laughter as you watched Kylian jump up, trying to shake the crab off his leg. The crab eventually made its way back to the ocean, but the memory of the moment stayed with you, adding to the list of funny experiences you both shared on this trip.

During your hike, you also stumbled upon a small waterfall nestled among the lush greenery. You and Kylian decided to take a dip in the cool water, and as you swam around, Kylian pretended to be Tarzan, swinging from the vines that hung above the waterfall. You laughed so hard that you had to hold onto the rocks to keep from slipping.

Another day, you and Kylian decided to take a boat ride to a nearby island. As you were cruising along, Kylian spotted a group of dolphins jumping and playing in the water. You both were thrilled at the sight and Kylian even tried to mimic the dolphins' moves, to the amusement of the boat captain and other passengers.

As your vacation was coming to an end, you and Kylian decided to take a salsa dancing class together. While Kylian may have two left feet, you loved watching him try and laugh at himself when he got the steps wrong. You both had so much fun learning new moves and even tried to show off your new skills at the resort's beach party later that night.

Reflecting on your time in Montego Bay, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Kylian and the adventures you shared together. From the beautiful scenery and stunning wildlife to the hilarious mishaps and silly moments, this trip was one for the books. You both returned home with a new appreciation for each other and the memories that would last a lifetime.

[wavypotatochips]

Could you please write some fluff about Neymar?Like anything but it’s just like really sweet and he’s like very cute :)))

𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙮 | 𝙉𝙚𝙮𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙅𝙧

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: NeymarJr x Female Reader

Word Count : 1k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Of course I can!!! I love writing about my #1 babygorl, ALSO OMG I CANT BELIEVE BRUNA B IS PREGNANT IM SO HAPPY FOR HIM !! Happy Neymar, Happy Life. ANYWAYSSS as always, thank you so much for requesting & I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

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You have been feeling a little stressed and overwhelmed lately, and Neymar notices. So, he decides to surprise you with a "Self-care day" to help you relax and unwind. He puts together a basket filled with different skin care products like face masks, lip masks, hair oils, and more.

As you walk into the living room, Neymar is waiting for you with a huge smile on his face. "Hey, Linda! (beautiful)! I have a surprise for you!" he exclaims.

You're intrigued and curious about what he has planned for you. You smile and say excitedly, “Oh really? What is it!"

He stands up and grabs the basket from beside the couch so you did not see it when you walked into the living room. He holds it up to you," SUPRISEEEEEEE! Today is all about selfcare!”

You let out a small laugh as you look closer into the basket, “Thank you so much, baby this means a lot!,”you say, giving him a hug. You're touched by his thoughtfulness and can't help but feel a wave of love for him. 

 “I noticed you've been a little stressed lately, so I thought this might help you relax and feel better," he says, grinning while he hugs you back tightly. "e você sabe que eu farei qualquer coisa para ver seu sorriso (And you know I will do anything to see your smile)," he says, smiling.

You both spend the next few hours trying out different skin care products, having fun together and enjoying each other's company. Neymar is a bit of a goofball, and he makes you laugh with his antics.

You don't mind that the living room is a mess with items lying around on the table and the floor. You're relaxed and enjoying yourself. While music is playing, you are enjoying this moment with your lover.

Neymar is sitting in front of you with a Hello Kitty sheet face mask, which he insists will moisturize his skin the best. "You're just jealous I got the Hello Kitty face mask and you didn't," he says, sticking his tongue out playfully.

You laugh and roll your eyes. "Please, Eu sou muito legal para Hello Kitty (I'm too cool for Hello Kitty)," you say, pretending to be unimpressed.

Neymar grins mischievously. "Oh really? Well, I think you're missing out," he says, holding up a pink tube. "Here, let me put this one on you. It's supposed to make your skin glow like a diamond."

You can't help but giggle at his enthusiasm. "Wow, so you're saying my skin wasn't already glowing?" you say, teasing him.

Neymar shakes his head, still grinning. "Hush, just wait and see," he says, applying the mask to your face.

As the mask sets in, you feel a cool, refreshing sensation on your skin. "This feels nice," you say, relaxing.

Neymar leans in closer to inspect your face. "Hmm, I don't see any diamonds yet," he says, pretending to be disappointed.

You laugh. "Você é tão idiota (You're such a dork)," you say, shaking your head.

But you can't help but feel grateful for Neymar and his playful nature. He always knows how to make you smile and feel loved. 

He smiles back happily, knowing that he's the reason behind your smile. "Seu idiota embora (Your dork though)," he winks at you.

As the music continued to fill the room with its infectious beat, Neymar couldn't help but bop his head along to the rhythm. As the next song starts to play, he recognizes the tune and jumps up from the ground with a grin on his face.

Without hesitation, he starts to dance, his body moving to the music as he sings along to the lyrics. You couldn't help but laugh as you watch him as he wiggled his hips and twirled around the living room- all with the Hello Kitty mask on.

"What? I'm feeling the groove!" he exclaims, while dancing.

You continue to laugh, feeling so grateful for his infectious personality and sense of humor. He grabs your hand and pulls you up from the couch, and soon you both are dancing together, twirling around the living room.

For a moment, you forget about all the stress and worries that had been weighing you down. You feel so carefree and happy, just enjoying the moment with Neymar.

As the song comes to an end, Neymar pulls you in for a tight hug. "I love you," he whispers into your ear.

You feel so lucky to have him in your life, to have someone who cares about your wellbeing and takes the time to make you feel special. "I love you too," you say, feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

He leans in and kisses you lovingly. With a smile on your face, you lean in to kiss him back, feeling the softness of his lips against yours. You both pull away, and you suggest taking the masks off now. You grab a cloth from the table to pat your face and remove the mask, but Neymar insists on keeping his on a little longer.

You can't help but chuckle at his stubbornness and notice him staring at you with squinted eyes. "Mmmmmmmmm," he mumbles, and you ask him what's on his mind.

"Oh, nothing," he says, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Eu ainda não vejo nenhum diamante em seu rosto (I still don't see any diamonds on your face)."

You roll your eyes playfully with a smile on your face and throw the cloth at him. "Oh, hush!" you say, causing his infectious laughter to fill the room, and you can't help but join in.

You both continue to relax and enjoy the self-care day, trying out different products and talking about anything and everything. In this moment, you feel content and happy, grateful for the love and laughter that Neymar brings into your life.

After trying out all the different skin care products, you both decide to take a break and watch a movie. As you snuggle up on the couch, you feel a sense of warmth and contentment wash over you. The stress and worries of the day have faded away, and all that matters is the moment you are sharing with Neymar.

"You know, I really needed this," you say, looking into his deep hazel eyes.

"I know," he replies, his voice soft and gentle. "I'm always here for you, no matter what," he wraps his arm around you, “and you deserve to be pampered.”

You feel your heart swell with love and gratitude for this man, this amazing partner who always knows just what to say and do to make you feel better. You knew that this moment would stay with you forever, a memory of the love and laughter that you shared. You felt so lucky to have him by your side, and you knew that, no matter what life threw at you, you would always have each other. You lean in for another kiss, grateful for the simple but powerful joy of being with someone who loves you.

[wavypotatochips]

Heyyy

Could you do one wereas you've liked Kylain for the longest time but you knew he would think nothing more than you as a friend. Him and his girlfriend break up and she moves on quickly. So he needs to aswell and chooses you to be his fake girlfriend for the meantime. You say yes ofc and it only just makes your feelings for him grow even more. Slowing so does his. Good ending please!

𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 | 𝙆𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙈𝙗𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 4.9k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: So sorry for the wait! I really enjoyed writing this so I may or may not have gone a bit overboard c': teehee hopefully you don't mind the length/ Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Since I haven't been able to write much this week, I'm currently catching up on current requests because I'm a little behind. You can submit a request, but please understand that it might take me a week or more to respond. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You've known Kylian for years and you've always had a bit of a crush on him. 

There's only one issue.

He is in a relationship, and you would never want to get in the way of that. Therefore, you make every effort to keep your emotions hidden and act as though nothing is wrong. But it's not always simple. Every time you're near him, your breath quickens, your palms become sweaty, and his presence takes over your thoughts. You try to divert your attention by concentrating on other things, but it's challenging when he's constantly present. You even find yourself inventing excuses to spend more time with him, despite the fact that it is only making things worse for you. You feel guilty for having these feelings and being unable to control them. You are aware that keeping your distance and attempting to move on are the wisest course of action, but it is much easier said than done. You can't help but wonder what would have happened if things had turned out differently, but you know you'll never know. So, for the time being, you know it's best to continue to mask your emotions and pretend that everything is alright. You'll smile and laugh with him, while secretly wishing that he could see you in a different light. You know that this is the best course of action, despite how it saddens you.

One night, Kylian texts you to come to his house urgently, and like a minion, you drop everything that you're doing and head to his house instantly. Different scenarios cross your mind as you drive to his house, wondering what is happening as he usually never texts you in such serious ways. When you arrive, Kylian greets you at the door with a frustrated expression on his face. "Hey," he says, leading you into his living room. "Thanks for coming over."

"What's going on?" you ask, feeling a knot form in your stomach. "Is everything okay?"

Kylian takes a deep breath before speaking, "It's about my girlfriend, or should I say ex-girlfriend.” You widen your eyes, wondering if you heard him correctly. Ex-girlfriend? You wait for him to continue,  "Amora and I broke up a week ago," he says, his voice filled with irritation. "She broke up with me, but didn't give me any reason why. And now, she's already posting pictures with another guy on Instagram." He pulls out his phone and shows you the photo, and your heart sinks even further. Amora is hugging a guy, and they look incredibly close. You can see the anger and frustration in Kylian's eyes, and you wish that there was something you could do to make him feel better.

"Yeah, they're definitely a bit close to being friends," you say softly. You wish that you could do more, but you know that you need to be careful. You've had feelings for him for a long time, and you don't want to do anything that could jeopardize your friendship.

"I'm sorry, Kylian," you say, your heart aching for him. "I can't imagine how frustrating that must be, especially after dating for a year."

Kylian looks up at you, and you can see the pain and vulnerability in his eyes. For a moment, you forget about everything else and just want to wrap him in a hug. But you know that you can't, not when his heart is still broken and his emotions are raw.

Kylian gestures towards the couch, indicating that he wants to sit down and share more. As you both settle in, he begins to confide in you about his relationship troubles. He expresses his frustration and disappointment that despite being together for a year, she became distant after just five months and started going out more frequently. Kylian acknowledges that her celebrity status could be a contributing factor, but he can't help feeling hurt and irritated about the amount of time and money he invested in the relationship. You listen as he talks, and you do your best to be there for him by responding with your insight when you can. You know that it won't solve all of his problems, but at least for now, you can be a shoulder for him to lean on. Kylian leans back into the couch and lets out a long sigh. You can see the exhaustion in his face and the weight of his emotions. "I just don't get it, you know? One day she's all in, and the next she's out. And now, she's already moved on with someone else like I meant nothing to her," he says, shaking his head in disbelief.

You reach over and place your hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. "It's okay to feel hurt and frustrated, Kylian. Breakups are never easy, especially when you invest so much time and energy into a relationship. But you have to remember that you're not defined by your relationship status or who you're with. You're an amazing person who deserves to be treated with respect and love," you say, trying to offer some words of comfort. Kylian looks over at you and gives you a small smile. "Thanks, Y/N. I really appreciate you being here for me. You're always such a good friend," he says, his eyes reflecting gratitude. You smile back at him, but inside, you feel a pang of sadness. Moments like this, you wish you could be more than just a friend, someone who could make him happy and be there for him in a more intimate way. But for now, you'll continue to be the supportive friend that he needs.

Kylian stands up and looks down at you, "Which brings me to a plan I have in mind." You raise an eyebrow and ask, "What plan?" He nods and continues, "There's an event coming up next weekend and I was wondering if you could be my fake girlfriend for the night." You are taken aback and not sure what to say. "Fake girlfriend?" you repeat, trying to understand. Kylian nods and explains, "Amora already moved on with another guy so I  just want to make her jealous, show her that I have moved on too." He shrugs as if what he was proposing was not a big deal. You were left stunned and incredulous as you processed the words that Kylian had just spoken. He had just made an unexpected proposition - he wanted you to act as his pretend girlfriend for a single night. It was a bewildering request, and you struggled to comprehend why he would ask such a thing. However, despite the confusion and bewilderment that you felt, you couldn't deny the fluttering excitement that began to rise within you. After all, you have been crushing on Kylian for what feels like an eternity. The mere thought of being able to spend a night by his side, even if it was only pretend, was enough to make your heart race with anticipation. It was a risky move, considering that your feelings for him were real, but the opportunity to live out your wildest fantasy was a tempting prospect that you couldn't ignore. You couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to hold his hand, to laugh at his jokes, and to feel his arm around your waist. The idea of playing the part of his girlfriend, even if it was just for a fleeting moment, sent your mind into overdrive. Was it worth the risk of potentially ruining your friendship if he found out your true feelings? Or should you play it safe and decline his offer?

"I don't know, Kylian. What if people find out it's all fake?" you say, trying to weigh the pros and cons.

"Don't worry, it's a private event, and there won't be any paparazzi around. We only need to present ourselves as a pair," he says with a smirk.

Despite the internal conflict that waged within you, the prospect of indulging in a fantasy with Kylian proved too enticing to pass up. You take a deep breath and give him a nod, agreeing to his request. It was a decision that could change everything, but for now, you couldn't deny the thrill that pulsed through your veins at the thought of what was to come.

“And when should we start pretending to date?” you ask with a hint of amusement in your tone.

He leans down to take your hand, causing your heart to race with anticipation. You try to calm your nerves and hope he can't hear your pounding heart. "Let's start now," he says as he pulls you towards him, pressing your chests together. You're taken aback by the sudden closeness, and he notices. "You're too nervous. We need to make it look natural," he says as he moves even closer, almost to the point of kissing. Your mind races as you try to control your breathing. After a few seconds, he laughs and steps back. "This is going to be great," he says, giving you a thumbs up. "If we pull it off, I'll take you anywhere you want."

You let out a small laugh, feeling relieved that the intense moment is over. "You better, because being your best friend is enough. Being your girlfriend is gross," you joke, trying to mask your true feelings. You're still reeling from the way he pulled you in and held you close.

He waves you off playfully. "You know you love me," he says as he heads towards the kitchen.

You follow him with a smile, feeling giddy inside. "Make me a snack, will ya?" you ask, knowing he won't say no.

"Why should I do that?" he asks playfully.

You sit on a bar stool, grinning at him. "Because you're my boyfriend, duh."

He chuckles at your response and heads to the fridge, grabbing some ingredients for your snack. He moves around the kitchen with ease while you observe him, loving the handsomeness of his features. As he prepares the snack, you can't help but steal glances at him. He looks up and catches you staring, causing you to quickly look away, feeling embarrassed.

"You okay there?" he asks with a smirk.

You roll your eyes and play it off. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just admiring the chef at work," you say with a teasing tone.

Although you find Kylian's motive for pretending to be in a relationship with you a bit unusual, as he is only doing so to evoke jealousy in someone else, you try to avoid dwelling on it too much and instead focus on the pleasure of having him as your pretend boyfriend. Besides, you've harbored feelings for him for quite some time, so being able to play the role of his girlfriend, even if it's just for show, is undoubtedly an enjoyable experience.

 Over the course of the next couple of days, you and Kylian persist in portraying yourselves as a couple, taking several opportunities to immerse yourselves in the romantic ambiance by going on a few dates together.  One day, you and Kylian went to the park for a picnic, and he brought along a basket of your favorite food. You two sat on the blanket, basking in the sun and talking about anything and everything. He even brought a futbol, and you two kicked it around until you were both out of breath. Another day, he took you to a fancy restaurant in the city. You dressed up for the occasion, and he looked dashing in a suit. You both ordered fancy dishes and talked about your dreams and aspirations. You felt like you were in a movie, and you savored every moment of it.  You're loving the fantasy relationship that's happening, as it's something you've always wished for.

Kylian seems to be enjoying it too, and the more you spend time together, the more you start to notice how comfortable he is with you. You've known each other for years, but it's as if you're getting to know him all over again. The way he smiles at you, the way he touches your hand, the way he looks into your eyes - it all feels different now.

As the weekend of the special event approaches, the excitement in the air is palpable. You and Kylian have been getting more comfortable with each other with each passing day, and the prospect of being seen as a couple in public is exhilarating. Kylian had insisted that you get ready at his house instead of meeting at the venue, just in case someone sees the two of you arrive separately and questions the authenticity of your relationship. You obliged and now you are in his guest bathroom getting ready. You hum to yourself as you place the finishing touches on your makeup. You've opted for a natural look, accentuating your best features with just a hint of shimmer. You take a deep breath and turn to your outfit, laid out neatly on the bed. It's a Whitney Sequin Maxi dress in black, with sparkles all over that catch the light and make you feel like a star. The dress drapes down the middle, allowing just a little bit of cleavage to show. It's a perfect balance of sophistication and sexiness, and you know that Kylian will love it. You slip into the dress and check yourself out in the full-length mirror. It fits like a glove and makes you feel like a million bucks.

As you slip on your black red bottom high heels, you feel a sense of confidence wash over you. You know that you look gorgeous, and you can't wait to show off your outfit to Kylian.

“Y/N The driver is here!,” Kylian's voice echoes through the hallway, you hurriedly grab your phone and earrings before heading towards the living room. The clicking sound of your heels against the marble floor is the only noise that fills the air. As you turn the corner and meet Kylian's gaze, you feel your cheeks flush at the intensity of his stare. Despite the fact that you've been spending more time together as part of your fake relationship, you can't help but feel a jolt of nervousness whenever he looks at you like this.

"Wow," he says, his eyes roaming over your figure. A smile spreads across his lips as he takes in the sight of you. "You look absolutely stunning, Y/N."

Even though you know this relationship is only a facade, it's difficult to resist the way his words make you feel. You've been trying to keep your true feelings for him hidden, but the more time you spend together, the harder it becomes. You take a deep breath and try to compose yourself before replying, "Thanks, Kylian."

He steps towards you and takes your hand, leading you towards the front door. "Let's take a few photos before we head out," he suggests, pulling out his phone. 

You both approach the large mirror that is located near the entrance door and start to arrange yourselves. As he wraps his arm around your waist, you lean into him, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity wash over you. To add a touch of mystery to the photo, you decide to hide behind the phone so that only your body is visible in the mirror picture. As you strike a pose, Kylian's hand moves from your waist to your back, pulling you in closer. The warmth of his body against yours sends shivers down your spine, and you can't help but wonder if he feels the same way. But you push those thoughts aside, reminding yourself that this is just for show. 

Kylian's hand lingers on your waist, and you can't help but feel a sense of comfort and belonging. As he admires the photo on his phone, you nod in agreement that it looks fantastic. Watching him post the photo on his Instagram story, you realize that his arm is still wrapped around you. The touch of his hand sends shivers down your spine, and you wonder if he feels the same way you do. "Annnd posted," Kylian chuckles, looking down at you with a gleam in his eyes. "Ready to go, my beloved?" His endearment catches you off guard, and you can feel your heart racing in your chest. You smile in response and nod your head, feeling a surge of warmth spreading throughout your body. Kylian removes his arm from your waist and takes your hand, leading you outside. While walking you say, "Kylian, you don't have to hold my hand, you know. It's just the driver,"giggling softly. He simply shrugs before opening the car door for you. "I know, but I wanted to," he replies, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You smile and roll your eyes playfully as you step into the car and buckle up, still feeling the warmth of Kylian's hand in yours. As the car pulls out of the driveway, you can't help but feel a tinge of sadness knowing that this will be the last time you'll be pretending to be Kylian's girlfriend. But for the moment, you push those thoughts aside and focus on the present, enjoying the feeling of Kylian's company.

"So, are you excited for tonight?" Kylian asks, breaking the comfortable silence in the car.

You turn to face him and smile, "Of course, You know I'm never one to back down for free food and drinks."

Kylian chuckles, "So that's why you always ask to come over to my house,huh?"

You smile, "Maybe, maybe not. The world may never know."

The rest of the car ride is spent in comfortable silence, with the occasional small talk between you and Kylian.Your excitement and nervousness increase as the car approaches the event location since you can already see the glamor and beauty of the occasion. You didn't anticipate the size of the event to be that large when you anticipated attending a private one. Of course, you should have anticipated it would be a significant occasion when it comes to Kylian.

Kylian steps out of the car and offers his hand to help you out, "Shall we?"

You smile, nodding your head, “Yes we shall.”

Together, you both make your way inside the venue, with Kylian's arm around your waist once again. You can feel the eyes of the guests on you as you make your entrance, and you make sure to keep your head held up high. That's something that you did not have to fake, of course you would look prideful knowing that the man of your dreams is by your side. With Kylian's reassuring presence by your side, you feel confident and ready to face whatever the night has in store for you. With Kylian's hand still resting on your hips, he leans down and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, making your heart flutter with warmth. You smile up at him, admiring how his features soften with the small gesture. "I'm going to head over to see Hakimi for a bit, okay?" he says, pulling away from you. You nod in understanding, though you can't help but feel a pang of disappointment. You love spending time with Kylian, and you two  just got there, so you thought maybe you two would at least spend some time together for a bit before separating. As he turns to leave, you watch him go with a twinge of longing. You know of Hakimi, of course, but you don't know him well enough to be considered friends. You sigh, pushing the thoughts away, and turn your attention to getting a drink. Walking over to the bar, you smile at the bartender and order a strawberry margarita. While you wait, you hum a tune to yourself and glance around the room. Your eyes eventually land on Kylian, who's now deep in conversation with his friend. Your gaze lingers on him for a moment, taking in how attractive he looks tonight. His sharp jawline and piercing eyes make your heart skip a beat. You can't help but think about how lucky you are to be dating such a wonderful person. 

you mean, be friends with such a wonderful person.

Lost in your thoughts, you're startled when someone clears their throat beside you. "Oh, I'm sorry," you quickly say, realizing that you might be in the way of someone else trying to order a drink. When you turn to face the person, you're surprised to see Amora standing there. You're a bit taken aback by her sudden presence, but you try not to show it.

"You're together with Kylian, right?" she asks, getting straight to the point. You nod, still feeling a bit confused as to why she's approaching you this way. Doesn't she have a new boyfriend? She simply nods her head and turns around to look at Kylian. You watch her for a moment, feeling a bit uneasy, but then you remind yourself that Kylian is with you, not her. 

Just then, the bartender hands you your drink, and you thank him before turning to leave. You can feel Amora's eyes on you as you walk away, but you try not to let it bother you. You make your way back to Kylian, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as you see him waiting for you with a smile on his face.

"Wow, thank you for getting me a drink," Kylian says, teasing you with a playful smirk, as he takes the drink from your hand and takes a sip, leaving you pouting in mock indignation. "Heyyy, I didn't even get to taste it yet!" you complain, playfully tugging at his arm to retrieve your drink. He chuckles as he watches you take a sip, enjoying the moment with you.

Kylian chuckles lightly as he watches you drink, but then his gaze shifts, and you follow his line of sight to see what has caught his attention. You see her, the girl from his past, standing across the room. Your heart skips a beat, and a pang of jealousy flares up, but you try to brush it off.

Kylian continues to stare at her, and you can see his jaw clenched in frustration. It's clear that she's on his mind, and you feel a mix of emotions - insecurity, doubt, and a desire to comfort him.

In an impulsive move, you reach out and grab his hand, leading him towards the dance floor, hoping to distract him from his thoughts. "Come on, let's dance!" you say, quickly downing your drink and placing it on a random table before tugging him along with you.

You dance with abandon, not caring if you look silly or not, as long as it makes Kylian happy. At first, he watches you with amusement, but eventually he joins in and begins to have a good time. You smile, grateful that you could make him forget about his worries, even if it was just for a moment.

At first, Kylian watches your "horrible attempts" at dancing with an amused grin. You laugh and give him a playful nudge, urging him to join in. And gradually, you start to see his mood shift as he lets loose and starts moving to the music. As you dance together, you can feel the chemistry between you two, and it's like the rest of the world fades away. You catch glimpses of Kylian's smile, and it warms your heart to see him having a good time. It feels like he's only focusing on you, and it fills you with a sense of joy and satisfaction. The music pumps up, and you both lose yourselves in the rhythm, spinning and twirling, laughing and smiling. It's a moment of pure bliss, and you're grateful for this connection you share with Kylian.

After what feels like an eternity of dancing, the song ends, and you both catch your breath, still smiling at each other. Kylian pulls you close, his eyes locking with yours, and you can see the gratitude and affection in his gaze.

"Y/N, you truly mean a lot to me," he whispers softly, his voice filled with sincerity. You brush a stray strand of hair from his face and smile back at him. "And you mean a lot to me too," you reply, feeling a surge of love for him.

Kylian and Amora walked over to one of the tables situated around the dance floor and began to engage in a heated conversation. Kylian's eyes scanned the surroundings, not wanting to look at her directly. "Shouldn't you be with your new man right now?" he asked, his tone laced with disdain.

Amora snapped back, her voice tinged with jealously. "Shouldn't you be with your new girlfriend? Yet, you are here with me," she retorted sharply. Kylian was taken aback by her response and was about to leave when she grabbed his arm, whining, "Kyky, I'm jokinggggg," and grasping his hand. "Babe, why don't we go somewhere more private, huh?" she suggested, cupping his cheek. "I miss you."

Kylian was lost in thought, his eyes wandering around the room. He spotted you on the dance floor, dancing alone while waiting for his return. Memories of the past few weeks flooded his mind: the picnic you both shared, the way the sun had hit you, making you look even more beautiful, and the fancy dinner where he couldn't help but find you cute while shoving your face with mashed potatoes. These thoughts made him realize that his feelings for you were growing stronger, even though your relationship was supposed to be fake. He had never felt the happiness and love with Amora that he felt with you, even though you were only pretending. Suddenly, Amora's voice interrupted his thoughts. He shook his head slightly, focusing back on her. "Amora, we are done, just like you said. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my girlfriend." He quickly scanned the crowd, but this time, he couldn't find you. "But-" Amora tried to say, but Kylian didn't stick around to hear her out. He pushed his way back into the crowd, determined to find you. As he searched for you, he realized how much he truly cared for you. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you and promised himself that he would tell you how he felt as soon as he found you. Finally, he spotted you in the distance, swaying to the rhythm of the music. A feeling of relief washed over him, and he made his way towards you, his heart beating with anticipation. As Kylian reaches you, he gently takes your hand and pulls you towards him. "Hey, do you mind if we go outside for some fresh air?," he says with a charming smile in an attempt to not make you feel too nervous..

Of course his smile does not help though. You nod, feeling slightly nervous about what he might say. Will he talk about Amora? Are they going to get back together?, your mind begins racing with questions. As you both walk outside, Kylian takes your hand in his and leads you to a more secluded area. He turns to face you and takes a deep breath before he starts speaking.

"I know this might sound crazy, but I've been thinking about us a lot lately. I know this started as a fake relationship, but...I've realized that my feelings for you are real," he says, his voice soft and sincere.

You look at him in shock, not quite sure what to say. Did you hear that right?

"I know this might be sudden, but I just can't deny how I feel anymore. Being with you, even if it's just pretend, has made me realize what I've been missing all this time," Kylian continues, taking a step closer to you.

You feel your heart racing as he leans in, his eyes locked onto yours. "I've never felt this way with anyone else, not even Amora. You make me so happy, and I just can't imagine going back to pretending that we're not together," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You take a step closer to him and reach up to cup his cheek, feeling a warmth spreading through your body at his confession. "Kylian, I...I had no idea you felt this way," you say, feeling a smile spreading across your face.

"But now that you've told me...I don't think I can go back to pretending either," you say, your voice soft and filled with emotion.

Kylian smiles at you and leans in, closing the distance between your lips. The kiss is gentle at first, but quickly deepens as you both wrap your arms around each other. It's a moment of pure bliss, and you can feel all the tension and confusion melting away as you realize that this is where you're meant to be.

As you pull away, you look up at Kylian and see a look of pure adoration in his eyes. "Even though this started as being fake, Y/N, Will you be my girlfriend?”

“I don't know…. Will you make me more sandwiches?,” you tease playfully.

He smiles,” Of course, anything for you,” he teases back,  leaning in to kiss you once more.

 You smile and wrap your arms around him, feeling the weight of the world lift off your shoulders. It's not often that you get a chance at true love, but you know that with him by your side, anything is possible. Kylian wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. You rest your head against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat, and you know in your heart that you want to be by his side, no matter what challenges may come your way.

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Hey I love your imagines sm and I was wondering could you do a jealous mbappe x reader so like kylian brings the reader (his girlfriend) to go meet the psg team and neymar is flirting with her and kylian gets really mad? Thank you

𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 | 𝙆𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙈𝙗𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

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𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: NOT YOU MAKING ME WRITE ABOUT MY POOKIE BEING THE BAD GUY OF THE STORY <//3 haha jkjk ( NeyNey is my babygorl tho) Im glad you like my imagines, thank you so much for the compliment !!! And as always, thank you so much for requesting & I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

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You've been dating Kylian for a few months now, and you couldn't be happier. Spending time with him always brings you joy, and he never fails to be sweet and attentive to your needs. Tonight, you have a special event planned - you're going to meet the PSG team for the first time, and understandably, you're feeling a little nervous. It's important to you to make a good impression on Kylian's friends, who are like a second family to him. 

The event is a party hosted by one of his teammates, and you've dressed to impress. You're wearing a black two-piece set, which fits you perfectly and accentuates your curves in all the right places. Your black crop top showcases your breasts, while your 90s low-rise Ruched Flare Legging Pants flatter your figure and allow your belly piercing to peek through. To complete the look, you've chosen a pair of stylish wedge heels. You've let your hair fall naturally, and you've applied smokey eye makeup to match your outfit, now feeling way more confident and ready to make a great impression on Kylian's friends. As you approach the front door and put on your earrings, you call out to Kylian, "Babe, I'm ready!" When you arrive, you see that he's already waiting for you, with a wide smile on his face. "You look absolutely gorgeous, my love," he says, wrapping his arms around you and giving your butt a playful squeeze. He suggests that it might be okay to be a little late, with a wink and a hint of something more suggestive. You laugh and playfully slap his chest, "Kylian, no! Let's go!" He pouts, but eventually relents with a playful "Okayyyy." You smile and give him a kiss on the lips, to which he eagerly responds. He opens the door for you, and the two of you step out together.

As you mingle at the party, you find yourself having a surprisingly good time. You've met and chatted with most of Kylian's teammates, except for  Neymar Jr. Although you're familiar with him from the headlines, you haven't had a chance to formally introduce yourself yet. Besides that, you've clicked instantly with a few of the other WAGS and have been dancing and enjoying the fantastic vibes all around. It's turning out to be a fantastic night. You are conversing with one of the WAGS and enjoying your drink when you feel a hand on your waist unexpectedly. When you look around, Kylian is standing behind you.

"Hey, babe," he says, leaning in to give you a kiss.

"Hey," you reply, smiling up at him.

As you turn back to your newly founded friend, you notice someone else looking at you. It's one of Kylian's teammates, Neymar, and he's giving you a flirty smile. You make an effort not to analyze his glance too much because you suspect he may be gazing somewhere else. You try to ignore him and focus on your conversation, but you can feel Neymar's eyes on you. Neymar did not see the kiss you and Kylian shared, so in his eyes you are a free woman. You glance over at Kylian, who is now standing beside you, and you can see that he's noticed Neymar's attention.

"Hey, Neymar," Kylian says, his voice cold. "What's up?"

"Nothing, man," Neymar replies, still grinning at you. "Just admiring this gorgeous lady here," he winks at you, “What's your name?”

Kylian's grip on your waist tightens, and you can feel his body tensing up. "She's not just any girl, Neymar," he says, his tone low and menacing. "Ela é minha namorada. Então observe-se (She's my girlfriend. So watch yourself)."

Neymar raises his hands in surrender. "Hey, man, I didn't know.. just relax."

Kylian glares at him for a few more seconds before finally letting go of your waist. You can feel his anger radiating off of him, and you're not sure how to calm him down.

"Let's go outside for a bit," he says, taking your hand and leading you towards the door.

Once you're outside, Kylian turns to you, his expression softening a bit. "I'm sorry about that, babe," he says, his voice apologetic. "I shouldn't have gotten so angry."

"It's okay," you reply, trying to reassure him. "I know you just care about me."

"I do," he says, pulling you into a hug. "I just don't like other guys looking at you like that. You're mine, and I want everyone to know it." Kylian regards you as his first love, despite the fact that he has had a few women prior to you. He loves you more than words can express, which explains why he occasionally exhibits some possessive behavior.

You smile up at him, feeling a warm feeling spread through your chest. You know that Kylian can be a bit possessive, but you also know that he cares about you deeply.

As the night goes on, you and Kylian continue to have a good time, dancing and laughing with your friends. But every now and then, you catch him glancing over at Neymar, his jaw clenched tight.

Eventually, Kylian excuses himself to go to the bathroom, and you're left standing by the bar with some of the other WAGS. You are admiring the bar and remarking on how nice it is to have a home bar. That's when Neymar comes over to you.

"Hey, sorry about before," he says, his tone contrite. "I didn't mean to upset Kylian like that."

"It's fine," you reply, trying to be polite. "He just gets a bit jealous sometimes," you let out a small laugh. 

Neymar nods. "Yeah, I can tell. But, you know, he doesn't own you or anything. You're free to do what you want."

You frown at him, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "I know that," you say

Neymar leans in a bit closer to you, and you can smell the alcohol on his breath. "I'm just saying," he says, his voice low and suggestive. "If you ever want to have some fun on the side, I'm here for you."

You take a step back, feeling a surge of anger and disgust. "Excuse me?" you say, your voice sharp.

"I mean it," Neymar says, his grin widening. "I can show you a good time. Better than Kylian ever could."

You feel your face flush with anger, and you're about to say something when you hear a voice behind you.

"Get your hands off of her," Kylian growls.

You turn to see Kylian standing there, his fists clenched at his sides. His eyes are dark with anger, and you can see the muscles in his jaw working.

Neymar backs away from you, holding up his hands in surrender. "Hey, man, I was just joking around."

Kylian takes a step forward, bringing his face just inches away from Neymar's. "Do you think it's funny to hit on my girlfriend?" he says in a low, dangerous voice. Neymar responds defiantly, "Oh yeah? And what if I do? Que porra você vai fazer sobre isso? (The fuck are you gonna do about it?)" You feel a wave of fear and tension wash over you, knowing that things could turn ugly fast - and to make matters worse, they're teammates. Both of them have been drinking, which has only heightened their anger levels, but you're hoping that things won't escalate any further.

Quickly, you nudge some of the other WAGS for help, and they promptly move to help you push in between the boys. Both Kylian and Neymar back away from each other without trying to push any of you aside, which is a relief. As Kylian steps back, his hands still clenched into fists, he calls out, "Apenas dê o fora daqui (Just get the fuck out of here)," his voice cold and unforgiving. The loud music drowns out anything Neymar might have been saying as he walks away, and you hope that he didn't hear what Kylian said or else he might have come back looking for a fight. Nevertheless, you're relieved that the situation has been diffused without any physical altercations.

"Are you okay?" Kylian says, turning to you and taking your hand. 

You nod, feeling a bit shaken. "Yeah," you say, your voice a bit unsteady. "Thanks for coming to my rescue." In theory, he did save you when Neymar started to bother you, so you're not sure whether to lecture him or not. You simply decide that thanking him is best.

Kylian pulls you into a hug, holding you tightly against his chest. "I'll always protect you," he says, his voice low and reassuring. "No matter what."

You feel a wave of gratitude and love for Kylian, knowing that he truly cares about you. But at the same time, you can't help but wonder if his possessiveness  feels a bit suffocating. When you are around, you don't want others to be on edge.

As the night wears on, Kylian stays close to you, his eyes constantly scanning the room. You try to let loose and have fun with the other WAGS, but it's difficult to fully enjoy yourself knowing that Kylian needs constant reassurance. You can't help but feel like you're missing out on the fun as you focus on keeping Kylian calm and avoiding any further conflicts.

Finally, as the party begins to wind down, Kylian pulls you aside.

"I'm sorry about earlier," he says, his voice soft. "I know I can get a bit jealous sometimes."

"It's okay" you say,  giving him a small smile. "I appreciate that you care about me, but I don't think threatening people is the best way to handle situations like that. While I'm grateful you came to my aid, it's important to remember that you're a public figure and your actions have consequences. I don't want to see you get into trouble because of me."

Kylian sighs, nodding in agreement. "You're right. Sometimes I forget that my actions have a bigger impact than just the immediate moment. I'm sorry for putting you in a difficult position, my love." He sounds regretful because he knew that before the mayhem erupted, you were having fun.

You reach out and gently caress his cheek to reassure him, "Thanks for understanding where I'm coming from….But of course, thank you for sticking up for me… and I still did have a lot of fun tonight."

Kylian grins, "Of course, anything for you. And just so you know, I'll always stand up for you. You're not just some girl to me, you're my girlfriend and I want to protect you."

You chuckle, "I know that. And I appreciate it. But let's try to avoid unnecessary confrontations in the future, okay?"

"Okay," Kylian agrees. "I promise to be more mindful of my actions if people try to talk to my soon-to-be-wife.”

You roll your eyes but can't help but smile at his infectious enthusiasm, “What am I going to do with you Kylian?”

“I don't know, maybe kiss me?,” he says in a playful tone causing you to let out a small laugh.

You lean in to give him a quick kiss. "I love you, Kylian."

"I love you more," he replies, gazing at you with adoration. "And I'll always strive to be the best partner I can be."

You could see Kylian's mood lighten up as he realized that everything was going to be okay. 

You two walked back into the party and only stayed for an extra hour-or so before leaving. As you two are walking up to your house, Kylian leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, "Thank you for being patient with me. I promise I'll make it up to you."

You smile, feeling grateful for the amazing man by your side. "You don't have to make it up to me, Ky. I just want you to be happy."

He squeezes your hand, his eyes shining with affection. "I am happy, because I have you."

Kylian stops and faces you as you both approach the front entrance of the house.

He leans in and kisses you, his lips warm and tender against yours. "You are my world, Y/N I love you so so much,” he murmurs before sighing, “What am I going to do with you?" 

You smile cheekily, “ I don't know, maybe kiss me?,” you say, mimicking him from earlier.

He smiles, nods, "Glady," and presses his lips once more against yours.

Love and affection filled the air as you both kissed each other, and you both realized that no matter what the future contained, the only thing that mattered was that you had each other.