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Can we get a Gold Digger Part III?

Gold Digger | Part III

Summary: Feeling fearful and insecure about the future after a downfall is what kept you away.

Warnings: cursing.

A/N: I've been trying to finish this for a long time. Not able to find the inspiration. Buuuuut, after the Euros match, I totally find the guts to open my drafts and finish what I've been procrastinating. Hope you still find this interesting and read it. Love you all 💛 sorry about the time.

Part one | Part two

London - Seventeen months later

"I think you're ready to go back. The question here is if you feel ready"

"I am. I think I've been ready for a while now."

"And what's stopping you?"

"What if we don't work out?"

"Time is unpredictable."

"What if he realized that I'm not what he wants anymore?"

"You know that is not the case. You told me that."

"I'm scared."

"It's okay, it's going to be fine."

Paris - Eighteen months later

14:35 p.m.

"So, can we say you find the one?" Julien, your friend asks you. "Because I think you have."

"Yes, I found the one."

He clapped happily, popping the champagne he had for this special moment.

You were looking for an apartment. Returning to Paris after more months of being out, he helped you look for the perfect place to return to your parisian life.

"I want to make a toast, for the girl I love the most, and the one I know is ready to shine in all the meaning of the word."

"Je t'aime." You smile, giving him a hug. He was a big part of your return to France.

After graduating, you got an opportunity to go to London with the company that you always wanted to work for.

They were expanding their business and chose París to begin. Since you knew the language and had your whole education there, they naturally asked you to take over the company.

"Let's get this paperwork done with and you and I are going on a furniture hunt." You say, grabbing your pen, walking to the entrance while drinking your champagne.

Paris - Kylian therapist office

"Did you bring the letter I asked you to write?"

"Oui, I wrote my heart out."

"Okay, know follow my instructions. Go home, have a shower, have a nice dinner and some wine if you want to extra relax. You told me you have a fireplace so, turn it on and burn the letter."

"Don't you want to read it?"

"No, I'm not, but you can do a last reading before the burning. This will end a cicle, this means you understand that it happened."

"It happened." He nods.

Parc des princes

- 5:30 p.m. -

"Kyky" neymar shouts from the inside of the stadium. "Want to come with us tonight? Bruna and I are doing a special dinner with friends."

"I can go a little after dinner, I have to do something first."

"Do you have a date? Hmm?" Ney poke his stomach, making Kylian laugh and smack his hand away.

"No, just something I have to do tonight. But for that pasta Bruna makes I'm definitely having a cheat day." He laughs, giving Ney a hug while they exit to the field.

The training goes fine. He let his frustration on the field, turning it into magic while he moves the ball with his feet.

"I miss Sergio. I feel like a part of me is gone, " hakimi says, faking crying and making everyone laugh.

"You miss Sergio more than your ex." Neymar shouts from the other side of the field.

"That's it, Junior."

Kylian laughs at the two guys running around, having fun.

Fun is something he ultimately didn't have. The transfer market is happening. After the higher-ups decided to announce to the world that he didn't want to stay till the end of his contract. The whole internet was a mess.

His parents had long talks with him about his career. Telling him what to do. He's young, too young to be this worried about life.

But he knows that without the help of his parents, he wouldn't be where he is right now.

"Ethan, don't sleep. That ball was an easy catch."

"Who's the boss here? Luis or you?"

"Just do what I say." He says, hitting his head in a joking manner. "Do you want to come with me to Ney tonight?"

"Nah, mom wants to go get this couch she's been obsessed with for the last month. The store lady told her that they only had one in existence and she wants it."

"Okay." He says, continuing with the training.

- On the other side of France -

"I want another couch, like one for the bedroom. I saw a beautiful one on pinterest."

"Do you have an idea if there's a store that sells this here?" He asks, looking at the pictures.

"Yes, I actually called like an hour ago, and they told me they will have one in existence. But they're unpacking it, so it's going to be in exhibition in like an hour. Let's go."

Julien shrugs, grabbing his coat and walking behind you to the elevator. "The PSG has a game this Sunday."

"Nice." You say, ignoring his intentions. "I need a charger."

"Don't give me that attitude." He hits you with the newspaper on his hand. "You know why I say this."

"I know, but like I said. Everything has a time, and I need to find my time to do what I need to do."

"Okay, no biggie."

You call an Uber to take you both to the mall. The store is located in this mall that's a little far from your house.

When you arrived you both check stores and pick some things to decorate. Julien knows the vibe you want for this apartment.

"Hey, I'm going to check the couch to see if it's worth the price." You pat his shoulder. He was trying to find the perfect "dinner plates."

You check some emails while you walk there, not paying attention to anything else. Once you arrive, the lady who spoke with you told you the couch was just about to be ready.

Letting you walk to the store, you check other furniture that might be a good competition for this one.

You wanted something that you could relax without replacing the bed, but you also don't want to do work on the bed.

An "L" shaped couch picked your attention. It was in a dark brown color. The couch was beautiful, pretty similar to something that has your mind burning.

"Mademoiselle, we have the couch ready if you want to see it."

"Merci, I want to ask, do this couch come in a cream color?"

While the lady shows the colors of the couch you were eying while you two walk over to the pinterest couch.

You turn your back to the other one. Even when you don't want to accept it. It reminds you of the one you had on the room you shared with him.

"I think I want the other one more."

"We have it in three colors. Shall we go to see the other options? We have them on our second floor."

"Oui." You nod smiling.

While you walk upstairs, there are two people walking in the store, two faces you know more than enough.

"Ethan, can you please put the phone down? I want your help."

"Fine, but after this you're taking me to eat."

Fayza laughs. "It would have been cheaper to come alone, I see."

"Having a daughter was also an option." He laughs, his mother hitting him on the back of the head.

They were scolted to the couch, and Fayza immediately loved it. Picturing it in the perfect space in her house.

While they get checked out, you were trying to decide between a light brown or a cream dirty white color.

"Okay, this one would be."

"Amazing, if you follow me back to the first floor to get everything settle, your address, the payment."

You texted Julien, finding he was waiting for you at this restaurant. Asking him to send you a picture of the menu so you can pick while paying.

You lift your head back to the room, finding a face looking at you curious. The way Ethan eyes light up when he confirms it's you.

- Kylian's House -

The music in the room is calm, a nice jazz to relax his muscles. The outfit is ready to go out. But he has to burn his past to prepare to start a new present.

But he can't let go of the envelope. He's holding it tight, holding it like his life dependent on it. Maybe because what's written on it made his life take a turn.

He sighs, leaving the letter on the couch. He was feeling ready when he spoke with his therapist, but now that he actually has to do it, it is like a burning sensation.

Does this mean he has to burn the feelings he has for you?

After all, it's been more than a year, and you haven't come back to him. He was working hard.

But his year wasn't the best, the club fighting with him, the press fighting with him and even Paris people mad at him.

All he wanted to do was go back to when you would be there for him after the long training hours, after the comments, after the thick and the thin.

But he can't, and he regrets it all the time.

- Neymar's house -

"Vamos Kyky, good thing you came, Bruna was asking about you"

"I bring her something."

"She's going to love it. Let's go inside."

The majority of the team was there. They were celebrating the news of Neymar and Bruna.

He was happy, even though Neymar and him had some shady times, he was friendly after all, for the sake of the team.

"Hakimi, stop with the potatoes, Luis is going to kill you, man."

"Shut it Mbappe, you were eating chocolate last week, and nobody told you shit."

They all laugh. He loves these times because that distracts him. That makes him feel less alone at home. Where no one was waiting, where no one was thinking about him.

The time with his teammates was good. He drank some cocktails. He was going to regret it tomorrow, but he needed them.

"How are the kids?" He asks Achraf, they were walking to their cars.

"They're with their mom. They are so big, I had to buy them everything again because they grew out of the clothes."

"In Spain?"

"Yes, I can't wait to see them, Hiba is bringing them here and they're staying a few days."

He's happy for his friend, after everything for him his kids were the most important thing.

"Dude, I really miss Verrati."

"I can't believe he's gone, he would have chug that bottle down and be fine tomorrow."

"I want to ask you something, Kicks." Achraf sighs. "How are you? I know you have been down, you know I'm here."

Was he okay? Was he bad? Was he sad? Or angry?

He's feeling everything and nothing at the same time. It's like this for time to time. Sometimes he's fine, happy. But then everything in him feels down, feels blue.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. It's just I guess the season."

"You know I'm here. Right?" Achraf repeats.

"I do, and I'm thankful for that."

- The furniture store - Hours prior

"When did you come back?" Ethan throws himself at you, who with open arms receives the hug. "This is such a surprise."

"Hello, roots."

"Mom, look who's here." He says, letting you go.

Fayza turns at the call of her name, her eyes illuminating at the sight of you. She can't deny how much she misses you.

"Ma belle." Same as Ethan, she hugs you tightly.

"Hello to you two, I've missed you so much."

"When did you come back?" Ethan repeats.

"I been here for a few days now." You confess. "I'm going to be working here."

"So you're back for good?"

"Yes, roots. I am." You hug him back again. "I'm so happy to find you, I missed you a lot."

"We missed you too. You look so good. I was so happy when you told me about your job opportunity."

Fayza and you were close. She went to your graduation, gave you a gift for your birthday, and texted you on Christmas day, on the new year. She was like a mother to you.

"I wanted to be stable here with everything before telling you."

"Oh I'm so happy you're here." Ethan jumps a little. "Even Melissa is going to be so happy."

You wanted them back, wanted your little family bond back, but first got to get the boy back.

"I hope to see you guys again, maybe for a coffee or a chocolate."

"Wait, let's go to dinner." Ethan suggests.

Thankfully, Fayza notices the way you don't want to disappoint Ethan. "Maybe later, we have to go home because you haven't done your homework."

"Oh no, roots go home and finish that homework." You joke, pinching him on the ribs. "We can meet some other time for chocolate or a coffee."

Your conversation was interrupted by the worker who handed Fayza her card. The other worker is waiting for you to complete the sale.

"You guys have the same number? If you do I'll text you and we can meet up, okay?"

They both agree with the plan, saying their goodbye, and with another round of hugs, they left the store.

It's undeniable that the Paris Saint German sucks. They have some good moments, and they have some bad. But the bad ones have lately been much more than the good ones.

The last matches were bad, barely even working as a team. It was like if eleven players were there doing their own thing. No union, nothing.

Some people will say "oh but then won the last two," but with the lack of technique they have, it was a big surprise.

The Clermont team was doing so much better. Leaving zero chances for the team. And it was obvious that they were lacking something because it was almost the end and no goals.

Twitter was crazy about the fact that "The Kylian Mbappe" didn't scored against Clermont.

But it's not on him. It's on the team. It's on everyone. Even the new coach. Galtier did so much shit that you can't change in a few days.

You turn the tv off, angry at the result. Stupid game, you thought. Even if it was a repetition, you were mad as if it was live.

Your phone vibrates, picking your attention. You opened the notification, and it was Ethan who sent you a reel about cookies in a new pâtisserie in Paris.

You needed to use your new oven to see if it was working properly. Also, you bought this chocolate that was really good with some butter cookies.

So you invite him to come over, wanting to release some stress and feel some normality again.

The match against Newcastle was bad. The team lost 4 to 1, and the team was struggling.

You notice how Kylian was down. He's not in good shape. Not physically but mentally. Something that makes you worry.

His knee was bothering him again. He had to leave the field because of the pain. Thing that worried you even more.

You wanted to pick up the phone and message him, telling him that whatever is crossing his mind is just there, in his mind.

"Y/n?" Julian says, waving his hand in front of your face. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, sorry. I got lost in my thoughts."

"Notice that." He laughs, he guessed what you were thinking but didn't say it.

"I wonder if he's okay. He looks tired."

"Text him." He shrugs. "I mean, you came back for a reason, do it."

You tap your nail to your phone. You wanted, but what if he has someone else with him already telling him all the things you should be telling him?

"Not yet." You say, getting up and walking to your fridge. "Ice cream?"

- Dressing room - Parc des princes -

"Guys, honestly, we have to keep going. Don't let this bring you down." Luis, tell the team.

The dressing room has this quiet aura. Everybody is thinking of those four goals that nobody stopped, Donaruma feeling bad, the defense guys feeling the same.

And Kylian, even worse. He's thinking of the shots he missed. The moment where he had opportunities and missed them.

His knee hurts. He's tired. He's not focused on the field. He's just not in his prime. That's obvious to everybody.

Especially to the press, printing his mistakes as the first pages, making his missing shots as their conversation on sports programs. Making the Twitter people feel confident about the shit storm they're giving him.

"Kylian, can I have a word with you?"

Luis Enrique and he walked to the corridor. The other team was happy, leaving. Saying their goodbye to the two of them.

"How is your knee?" He asks, he notice the faces he is doing while walking. "You sure you want to play next match? You still have the euros."

"I'm good, I promise sir."

"Promise me something. If you feel like you're overworking your knee, you're telling me. I prefer to sit you for one or two matches instead of you missing the season and euros."

"I promise."

After the talk, Luis advised him to take some recovery therapy. More therapy, he thought.

The drive home was felt long. His chauffeur was quiet, noticing his demeanor. He needs a hot shower and a good night sleep.

He slams the door of his room. Almost ripping this t-shirt, throwing it with all his force to the wall. He wants to scream but won't.

The shower was more than hot. It was burning. But it was all he needed. To feel something again.

He hated to do skin care, thinking all he wanted at night was to sleep, but you taught him to take care of his skin. Creating a night and morning routine.

Even when you're not there, he still did it.

While he stares at his reflection, on the big mirror above his bed, he doesn't know what weights more.

His regret or the ring that sits and collects dust in his nightstand.

That same ring he bought two days before that night.

The same one he was putting on your finger. Now, sure, he will have to throw it away.

Sure, he won't be having nobody next to him to reassure him everything was going to be alright.

Sure, he won't be thinking of raising children with anybody else.

Sure, he won't be thinking about buying a retirement house with a big backyard where to watch his grandkids playing.

Sure, there won't be anybody after you.

Unsure about you being his future.

"I need the last reports of the head office so I can start to organize everything and have it ready for the opening."

You were working on a meeting, having to multi-task and focus your attention between the meeting and what your co-workers were saying with the football game that's happening.

The Rennes game was better. They were winning. This was the last game before the Euros.

You wanted to see Kylian with the team of Les Bleus. They somehow cheer him up. They were like an energy drink for him.

Olivier, Antoine, even the coach. They were all like a family, and they were there for each other, no matter what.

Fayza invited you to the match, she knew you wanted to talk to him but didn't knew how. Ethan and her decided to keep your return a secret, letting you announced it on your own.

She sent you a jersey with his number on it. You try it on, smiling at the reflection. He loved seeing you in jerseys with his number on it.

And you loved to display your support for your boyfriend. Showing up at matches with his number on full display, showing the people you were his. And he was for sure yours.

You opennyour phone, going to instagram to see his page, you feel like a stalker. But it was the only thing you dare to do right now.

You turn the tv on, wanting to see something while working. And the first thing that pop up is a football news channel. They have Kylian picture on display.

"Kylian Mbappe leaves training to go to Bondy. The player suffered a family lost and asked his trainer Deschamps for permission to go back to his hometown to say his goodbyes."

You want to text Ethan, but you don't want to disrupt them. You wanted to know what was happening.

So you have two options. Achraf or Tchaga. Both will eventually tell Kylian you reach and asked about him. Both were only one call away.

You go for the second option. Having a little more trust in this one. You search for his number on your contacts.

The phone rings until you hit the voice-mail. You block your phone again, questioning if you had to try again or maybe just wait and speak with Fayza or Ethan later.

You take the jersey off, changing back into your pajamas, ready to be comfy again.

The vibration of your phone alert you, thinking it was from work you walk slowly to the device. But once you're close, you notice the name in the screen "Tchaga"

"Hello"

"Hey, long time no see, how are you?"

You smile at the greetings. "I'm good, how are you, scissors?"

"Been better, have a cold. But you didn't call me to know that. Tell me, how can I help you?"

"I heard the news about Ky, and I don't want to bother him or his family. But I want to know if I can help."

"I'm actually planning on going to Bondy, would you like to come with me?"

You wanted to scream a yes. But you have to be rational and think if this is something that he would want.

"I don't want to be a bother."

"You will never be a bother, not to him or his family. Get ready and pack something to change just in case."

"What? Wait, what if he doesn't want me there?"

"Bébé, he's been in a shit whole without you, so get your pretty as to the closet, change into something, and send me your location. I'll be there in an hour." He says, hanging up the call.

You do as you were told. Sending him your location and the parking code.

Running to the bathroom to have a quick shower and get ready.

After that, you took a black legging, a white blouse with a little London eye on the side. You white sneakers. You add some blush and mascara, just to add something to your face.

You pack the basics and the clothes Tchaga told you to pack. Just to notice you were done in time. Tchaga texted you that he was in the basement waiting for you.

- Bondy - Later that day

Kylian was exhausted. He feels sad and tired. He feels like crying. But won't.

The room feels cold, barely any air. Of maybe it's just him having difficulty breathing. Maybe it's the last few, maybe it's the lost shot, maybe it's the team.

"Kyky"

Ethan was worried about him. He notices everything. How his brother has such prominent bags under his eyes and is losing a little weight.

How he chooses to sleep instead of doing the things he loves. How the whole "mbappe saga" destroyed a little his confidence.

"Want to tell me what's going on?"

Kylian scoffs, he can't believe that his little brother is the one worried and not the other way around.

"I'm supposed to be asking you that, Ethan."

"Well, if I'm worried about you, I'm going to ask and help.It's not like it's a crime being down."

"I just want this bad time to end."

"It will, don't worry, Ky, you're so strong."

He smiles, patting his brother on the shoulder. Ethan offers him a cookie. Knowing he likes them.

"Tchaga told me he was coming. He's probably about to be here." He sighs, not sure what else to do. "Let's play some fifa, I have the app on my phone."

He smiles, heartwarming with how much Ethan is doing to make him feel better. "If I win, you do the dishes."

"Deal."

While they got some distraction, you and Tchaga were stuck in traffic. You feel anxious. Maybe it was the drink you got at Starbucks, maybe the fact that after almost two years you and the man you love were reuniting.

"You need to stop with your leg, bébé." Tchaga says, putting his hand on your knee to stop it from moving. "The car is moving with you, and it's making me nauseous."

"Sorry, I'm just nervous."

"Okay, I want to know, let's get deep." He laughs, turning the car off and turning to you. "So you left after graduation, not blaming you tho, I would have done the same."

You smile at his rambling. You missed this so much. Maybe not the topic but the talk.

"The thing here is, you're back, but are you back for him? I know you came back to work. You just told me that."

"Get to the point." You laugh.

"My point is, don't rush me. We're not moving." He says sassy. "Are you taking him back? Are you sure you want to go back and take up every challenge you guys may face?"

You don't have to think your answer. You knew what you wanted way before stepping back into French territory.

"I wouldn't have come back if I wasn't sure that I wanted that."

-Bondy - 9:30 p.m. -

"Mom, I'm going back to the house, Tchaga is coming and Ethan is tired. Do you need anything else?"

"No, go and have a good sleep, baby."

He hugs his mom, kissing her cheek and leaving back to her house. Ethan and him walked over there. The night was calm.

"You know what I want?" Ethan asks.

"Yeah?"

"I want some chocolate with butter cookies." He says, caressing his tummy.

He nods, agreeing with how much a good chocolate and some good butter cookies will heal the day.

"Y/n used to make some amazing cookies. Never knew how to make them, but we can try doing them some other day."

Ethan was talking about other things, how he can't wait to see on the match against Netherlands.

When they got closer, he noticed the car of his friend. Tchaga went out, walking up to him and hugging him.

"Hey, Ethan, why don't you help me with something that's on the co-pilot side." He says with a smirk.

The teenager nods, not thinking about anything else walks to the door. He opens it, seeing you. He wanted to scream, but you shush him putting your finger over your lips.

"Hey, get inside, I will take care of this."

Both men nod to his words, walking inside while they talk, Tchaga was telling him about the crazy traffic and how a little trip turned into almost half a day one.

"What are you doing here?" He whispers while Tchaga walks into the house with his brother. "No that you aren't welcome but you surprise me."

"I wanted to make sure you guys are okay."

"Okay, sweet." He laughs, opening the door for you to get out. "I am, but I'm not if he is."

"I've been worried about him, his whole attitude, he not even being on the press conferences of les bleus."

"Yeah, my parents and I are worried. He won't open up to us." He sighs, tired of seeing his brother like this. "I just want him to go back to the happy Kylian."

"Hey, do you think you can give me some time alone with him? I want to talk."

"God, yes, let's go." He slams the door, grabbing your arm and practically running inside. "Stay here, I'm going to ask Tchaga to come see something so we can leave."

You nod, closing the door. He dissappear into the corridor. You open your bag to spray some mint scent into your mouth, take a small mirror to check that you look decent.

You hear two voices coming down. Tchaga and Ethan walked quickly to where you are. Excited about you and Kylian talking again.

"Okay, he's in the kitchen, go." Tchaga push you a little.

They both left the house. You stood there for a little while. Feeling the senses come back to you. You were about to meet up with him.

You walk slowly to the kitchen, hearing some music playing. You can't get cold feet right now. Not after spending hours in the car just to come see him.

His back is facing you. You run his whole figure with your eyes, smiling at the fact that you're matching without planning it.

You nock on the wood door that's at the entrance. He turns without looking, typing something on his phone.

"Hey E, I found a good recipe for those cookies."

"You can't bake even if your life depends on it." You laugh lightly.

He has to blink several times, scared this would be a fever dream and not you in front of him. With your rosey cheeks, you nice smile and the same shinning eyes he loves.

"I can write the recipe for you. That way, it's similar." You speak again. "But if you don't know how to use your oven the I don't think it will work."

He's still speechless, thing that worried you. He does the same thing you just did to him. Scan your whole figure.

"How?"

"I been on Paris for some time now." You confess, "I wanted to call you, I just felt so scared you weren't going to answer."

"Why wouldn't I?"

You shrug, not really feeling like explaining your insecurities to him. "Just, my mind playing games."

He wants to hug you, missing the feeling and warmth only you can give him. He wants to open his arms around you.

Fuck it, he thought.

Opening his arms while walking to you. You drop your bag to the floor, opening your arms to him.

The hug was like a band-aid. It was what your hearts needed. Like when you put something back together and it just fits so good you can't even see the damage.

"I miss you so much." He hides his face into your neck. Kissing it. "Please don't go, I can't take being away from you again."

You kissed his shoulder, feeling the moment you dreamed about it, the whole thing was better than your dreams.

"Can you look at me?"

He broke the hug, hands on your waist so you couldn't run. It's not like you're planning on doing it.

"If we're doing this again, I need you to really fucking trust me." You laugh, maybe out of nerves. "Babe, I would never be with you for your money. I am with you for your heart, for your soul, you're my fucking soul mate and I can't let you go. But if you fucking pull some shit like that I will make sure you are dead."

"I swear on everything I have, I swear on the kids we don't even have yet, that I won't pull nothing like that. Have all my money, have all my properties, what's mine is yours. I was stupid enough not to back you up, and that was the worst thing I ever did."

You shut him up with a kiss. The way his lips are just like you remember, as soft as before, as warm as before.

His hands on your back, pulling you as close as he can. While your hands are on his face. Not wanting to break the kiss.

When the air becomes a necessity, you both can't stop looking at your eyes. The eyes never lie. They tell our secrets. And if anybody sees the way your eyes look at each other, they will see heart shapes on them.

You hear someone clearing their throat. Making you both turn. "Well, hello, I didn't mean to interrupt. But I want to drop this off on the counter."

He let go of his hold, helping his mother with the box she had in her hands. "Oi, that smile was lost until today." She jokes. Making you blush. "Well, I'm going to sleep. Y/n, belle. This is your house. Make yourself conformable."

You nod, wishing her a good night. Once she's out of the kitchen view, you return to the arms of your love.

"By the way, please go to sleep, we have to get Kylian to training tomorrow."

Tou both laugh at her words. Not promising anything. Not after that long.

The game was good, Kylian just scored two goals. He was not only the captain but was the reason they won the game.

The crowd was crazy about it. people were sure he wasn't going scored the two goals that were sending them to the victory.

But oh boy, how wrong they were.

You walk with his mom and Ethan to the outside of the stadium. You were happy for him.

"You know, when he used to say you were his lucky charm, I was like, iugh disgusting. But I think you really are a lucky charm."

You laugh, hitting his arms. "I can go to your matches, maybe I can give you some of my luck."

"No need." Melissa interrupts, smirking. "He has his own lucky charm. Just a little shy to admit it."

"Oh shush." Ethan says, blushing like crazy.

Once you're on the basement of the stadium, where the private parking lot is. You all got into Kylians car.

"Hey, so you do like dudes with a car but without a license." E jokes, remembering the message you sent him.

"Careful kid," you warn jokingly. "You will be walking home if you keep with those unfunny jokes."

The whole trip was Ethan and Melossa fighting about something they saw on tik tok, making jokes about it and Fayza and you being confused.

When the time for Ky comes back home hits, Fayza, Ethan, and Melissa left. Letting him enjoy his night.

"Hey, handsome." You welcome him with a hug. "You did amazing, it was one of the best games you had this season."

"Another way of you telling me my club sucks."

"Shhh, just take the good part." You shush him with a kiss.

"Are we alone?"

You nod, kissing him again. You never had enough when you're with him. It was like a kiss with a candy. You love it and refuse to give in.

He picks you up, making his way upstairs. Almost falling, thing that made you laugh. It was like the beginning. And you loved new beginnings.

- Five months later -

"Ready?" You ask, putting on your seat belt.

He nods, he was feeling anxious about this decision, but you made him understand that it was a necessity.

During the little drive, he told you about some plans Luis has with the team as they were going to the last games of the Ligue 1.

"I never asked you this, but do you ever get free Uber eats?" You ask, confused. He plays for the Uber eats Ligue.

"Why would I get free Uber eats?"

"Uber eats Ligue 1"

"Bébé, just no."

You laugh at his expression, but you had to ask. It was something that had your curiosity.

You park outside the house, Kylian quickly exit the car and run to your side. He was a passenger princess, but he was a gentleman.

"Thanks, Mister Mbappe." You kiss his cheek, taking his hands on yours.

"You're welcome, Miss fiancé."

You knock on the door. You can't help but deep the hold on his hands. It was something that was necessary, you repeat in your head.

The door is open by a woman. She happily lets you inside, offering you something to drink.

"We're okay, thank you."

"He's in the garden. He's reading."

He leads the way to the garden, opening the door and letting you step outside first. The Parisienne air is cold. Good think there's some sun after the cold cloudy winter.

"Père."

Wilfrid smiles, leaving his book on the little table. He was excited about meeting you. He wanted as much as everybody a new beginning.

"Hey, you need to put on a jacket, is cold outside." He warns his son, hugging him. "Hey, Y/n."

"Hi, sir."

"Can I give you a hug?" He asks, hopeful that you will allow him to. "Aftet all, you will be my daughter in law."

You hug him, you left all the pain and resentment in the past, that was hurting you even more.

"Sit, please."

You loved the way his garden looks, wanting to stole some ideas for the new place. "I love the roses."

"They are looking good today. The sun is helping them to look good." He cuts one that's close to the table. Giving it to you. "Tell me. You guys came for a reason."

Kylian looks at you. He wanted you to be the one to talk. He nods his head once you look at him. A sign of support.

"I want to leave all in the past. We want to start a clean new beginning. And we want you on it. You're his father, and we're going to be family. So I. Well, we want you to be there for us."

"I want that, I know I have a long way to you, but please, now that my heart is full with good intentions."

"We know, père." Kylian says. "That's why we wanted to do this."

You feel out of breath. But at the same time, lighter, like taking something off your shoulders. Your life was taking a good turn.

You chatted with his father for a while, sharing some wedding details. Your plan was to have a wedding once the season finishes. So you can have a honeymoon and some free time with him.

You grab the hand of your fiance, the ring he gave you shining. You knew that even if it was hard, you needed to leave the past in the past. Just lean about it.

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jessicaslittlelovesickmess · 4 months

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Your mama’s crying

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x daughter reader

Warning: death, angst, Ian Doyle, depression, Ian calling reader by her “name”

It had been seven months…

Seven months since your mother had passed, your best friend had died at the hands of your father Ian Doyle. Seven months of losing yourself and recreating a new version of who you once were, everything had changed once she left, even me.

I couldn't bare looking into the mirror to stare at the dark eyes, raven hair that I mourned the loss of so I dyed it. Pink. Purple. Blue. Green. Red. Before settling on a beautiful Blonde that she would've loved. I swapped my glasses for coloured contacts, it hurt to see the ghost of my mother in myself.

Seven months and yet it felt like seven years..

The first day had begun a month after mum had passed, I was curled in her bed my face smothered in her blankets that were slowly loosing her scent. Morgan had burst into the room throwing my gym clothes at me telling me to get ready, we ran ten kilometres that day only stopping at the lookout on the hill to yell out our frustrations at the world.

It became a routine of sorts and sometimes Penelope would join us although she couldn’t keep up with us as often. It was okay. We would be okay, Sergio clung to me more as the months grew almost as if he just knew.

I sat with Derek on the roof, his arm wrapped securely around my shoulders as we spoke "I miss her" I whispered curling myself into him more. "Me too, miniP' he kissed my head before resting his cheek on it"me too he repeated sadly "she'd be proud of you, you know that right?" | nodded biting my lip.

I hope she would be

Although I wanted revenge

I had graduated university top of my class with the team cheering me on in the crowd, how was I to see those two guilty faces. It hurt my mother not being in the front row like she was meant to but I imagined she had been.

My father loved me in a strange way

The team thought it best to use me as the bait to catch him, I called him to a cafe just a quiet one that I had visited him before at. Staring at him I felt nothing, his face was blank “whats the softest way to say you took away my friend, my buddy?. Whats the kindest way to say you took away my friend?”.

“You wouldn’t understand Alora” he whispered “so help me understand father” hopefully the team should walk in any moment. “It was simply fate my dear, we have a past” fate? Fate took my mother? My heart had shattering once more.

I wanted to scream and cry, throw anything available at him but I was just so numb and maybe he knew that as he leaned over. Placing a gentle kiss on my forehead before the team burst in “Je t'aime Y/n” he whispered I love you Y/n “Adieu père” I whispered. Goodbye father

How dare he simply call it fate

“Elle m'a enlevé ma fille”

She took my daughter away

I was bound to him, mum was bound to him

I was his daughter

It was all a blur as he was arrested, I had become numb but I knew I hated France it would never be the same I’m not sure Virginia could be the same anymore.

I never went home that day, finding myself at Penelope’s front doorstep tears streaming down my face. Her arms had become home I wondered if my mother would be disappointed in me- of who I had become.

“Oh my sweetheart”

I wished I could’ve told her sooner about my adoration for women of my harboured feelings for an older blonde that I had no chance with. I had an internship with the bau while I found a job that I actually wanted, I had plans just as my mother once had.

We had been called into the conference room, I stood near the back “everyone take a seat” Hotch sighed as JJ stood beside him. "7 months ago I made a decision that affected this Team." he said, and I knew immediatly that this was about mum.

"As you know, Emily had lost a lot of blood after her fight with Doyle. The doctors were able to stabilize her and she was airlifted from Boston to Bethesda under a covert exfilitration. Her identity was strictly need-to-know." he said and I felt sick to my stomach.

"She stayed there until she was well enough to travel, she was reassigned to Paris where she was given several different identities which we had no access to for her security." He goes on.

"She's alive?" Penelope asked.

"But we buried her..." Reid says hurt.

I had buried my mother

Yet she had walked into the room with a smile on her face as if these seven months had never existed, I had buried my mother for nothing. These seven months had been a lie, all the words JJ and Aaron said had been lies all those tender hugs and kisses were full of guilt.

I couldn’t help but leave quickly as mum made her way around the team giving out hugs unaware she had watched me go. I couldn’t be there, I couldn’t be in that room not with everyone so happy to have her back, I grieved my mother.

I mourned someone who wasn’t dead

Maybe it was selfish of me but I left the team that day, finally moved my things out of my mothers apartment now that she was back. I ignored her calls so angry she could do such a thing the same went with Aaron and JJ, how could they? my mother?.

The team had called me often saying how my mother had been crying, her sobs begging for me and maybe in some sick way she knew just how I had felt.

I laid with my head in Penelopes lap as I sobbed, her soothing hands running through my hair “I know it’s hard right now Y/n but maybe it would be a good thing if you started talking to her again”.

“I’m just so scared Pen”

“And thats okay baby cakes”

It wouldn’t be another two weeks before I worked up the courage to talk to her, Rossi was hosting a part while I had arrived with the blonde. Mum made her way beside me “I’m proud of you Y/n” she slowly placed a hand on my shoulder.

She took a deep breath in tears already staining her waterline “and I’m sorry, if I could’ve taken you with me I would’ve but Aaron had said no. I asked them everyday about you and I’m sorry I couldn’t be here I’m sorry, I put my little girl through all this pain”

She moved her hands to cup my face “my baby girl, and when you graduated Uni. I made sure Aaron got me a clip of you. I never once stopped thinking about you, Mon cher I love you”

“And I am so so proud of you” the warmth of her lips pressed against my forehead cemented she was real “I’m sorry mama” I cried. “I was just so angry, I didn’t mean to make you cry” she pulled me into her chest rocking us gently side by side.

After a while she chuckle causing me to look up confused “you and Garcia?” She smirked with a raised brow

#imagine #wlw #angst #penelope garcia x reader #penelope garcia #emily prentiss imagine #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x daughter #emily prentiss x you #criminal minds

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boobo13cambridge · 1 year

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Ay, Ay, Captain | Kylian Mbappé

Revised: 2023/03/27

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader

Kinks: big cock, praise, body worship, nippleplay, strength kink, size kink, spanking, pussy spanking, dirty talk, sexy possessiveness, multiple orgasms (f. & m.receiving), creampies, squirting, overstimulation, cockwarming.

Wordcount: 2.8k

A/N: Hello, everyone! This is the first ever smut I’ve ever published. Feel free to give me any sort of constructive criticism. This one is very smut heavy because I’ve been holding these ideas in my head for too long and just kinda wanted to blurt it all out 😅. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

Y/N waited excitedly in the stands with Kylian’s family, eager for the match to begin. She could feel the buzz of anticipation in the air as fans of both teams started chanting and cheering. The atmosphere in Stade Bollaert-Delelis was electric, with the energy of thousands of passionate supporters filling the stadium. Y/N couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of the bustling stadium. Although the trumpets and drums were starting to give her a headache, the joy of watching Kylian lead the team out onto the field as captain overrode any discomfort. It was a chilly night, with the cold wind whipping her hair and freezing her cheeks, but she was glad for the extra layers she was wearing and the hand warmers Fayza had handed to her on the way to Lens.

“Est-ce que tu as toujours froid, ma cocotte?” Y/N heard Fayza ask her. ("Are you still cold, my dear?")

“Pas tant. Merci pour les réchauffe-mains.” ("Not really. Thank you for the hand warmers.")

“De rien, ma chère,” Fayza smiled, giving her a side hug. Just as Y/N was getting impatient, she saw the players coming out onto the field. She cheered with all her heart, filled with immense pride when she saw Kylian leading PSG onto the field with the yellow captain’s armband. The stadium erupted with cheers and chants as the match began. The energy in the air was palpable as the crowd roared with each move the players made. As the match progressed, Y/N's heart raced with every goal Kylian scored. The stadium was alive with excitement as the star captain made history, scoring five goals and breaking records. Y/N couldn't contain her pride and joy as she watched her boyfriend lead his team to victory. She found herself shifting in her seat, pressing her thighs together, trying to ignore the sudden dampness between them caused by the excitement of the game. She prayed that Kylian's mom didn't notice her fidgeting amidst the electrifying atmosphere of the stadium.

After the game, she waited for her boyfriend near the locker room, absentmindedly playing with the ring on her pinkie. Hearing the deep cheers and laughter coming from down the corridor, she straightened up, feeling her heart beat faster. As soon as she saw Kylian turn the corner, still dressed in his kit, she launched herself at him, and he barely caught her as she peppered his face with kisses, much to the amusement of the other players. She heard some whistles but ignored them as Kylian whispered in her ear with his deep voice, “Mmm, quelqu’un est content de me voir.” ("Mmm, someone's happy to see me")

“Je suis tellement fière de toi, bébé”, she said, holding his face between her hands and planting a soft kiss on his lips. He returned the kiss, trying to deepen it when he heard Sergio scream, “Oy! Get a room.” Cheeks red-hot, Y/N let go of Kylian. Amused, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead. He pulled back and looked at her with soft eyes. “Ils sont tous pour toi, mon amour.” She tilted her head, looking at him questioningly. “Les buts, bébé, je les marque pour toi,” he clarified.

("They're all for you, my love."

"The goals, baby, I score them for you.")

Feeling shy, she lightly kissed his rough cheek. “T’es trop mignon, Kyky.” ("You're so cute, Kyky.") Scoffing, her boyfriend looked at her, one of his hands tangling in her hair and the other slowly sliding down to grab her ass. “Mignon? Tu penses que je suis mignon?” He gave her a smouldering look while she felt her breath deepen. ("Cute? You think I'm cute?")

She rested her two palms on her chest, leaning into him slowly, when all of a sudden someone shouted Kylian’s name from the locker room. Kylian let out an annoyed groan when he saw it was Galtier calling him. Patting him on the chest with a loving smile, she reassured him. “Go celebrate with your teammates, bébé. I’ll see you at home.” Sighing in defeat, he kissed her one last time on the lips, and with a quick slap on her ass, let her go after making her promise to reach home safely.

Y/N steps into the bathroom and turns on the hot water, letting the steam engulf her. She takes a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of jasmine from her soap. She lathers up her washcloth, working up a rich lather, and starts to scrub every inch of her body. She takes special care to clean every crevice, knowing that Kylian appreciates her attention to detail. She rinses off the soap and reaches for her exfoliating scrub, using it to slough away any dead skin cells. She revels in the feeling of smooth, silky skin, knowing it will feel heavenly under the touch of Kylian's hands.

After the shower, Y/N takes her time applying her favourite lotion, enjoying the way it leaves her skin feeling soft and supple. She walks over to her closet and takes out Kylian's favourite lingerie set, the red lace delicate against her skin. She slips into the matching silk robe, feeling luxurious and sexy. She walks over to the dresser, where she lights a few candles, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere in their shared bedroom.

As she hears Kylian's footsteps coming up the stairs, her heart starts racing with anticipation. She bites her lip, feeling the dampness between her thighs. She knows that Kylian will appreciate the effort she has put in, and she can't wait to see his reaction. She lies down on the bed, propped up on one elbow, waiting for him to enter.

As he walks in, he stops dead in his tracks, his eyes locked on her. She sees his gaze travel down her body, taking in every inch. She can feel the heat of his gaze on her skin, and it sends shivers down her spine. She gives him a coy smile and asks, "Do you like what you see?"

Kylian shoots her a lustful look and stalks toward her like a predator, his eyes smoldering with desire. He wraps his hand around her neck and lightly squeezes, causing her to whimper. "Oh bébé, I love what I see. Look at you dressed up so pretty for me, hmm." He leans down and softly traces her lower lip with his tongue. Y/N feels a wave of pleasure wash over her as she lets out a soft moan, wanting him to take her, to claim her as his own.

Y/N lets out a small whine. "Please... don’t tease..." Smirking, he pulls back and clicks his tongue. "You're mine tonight, mon amour. You'll only take what I give you, compris?" Looking into his eyes, she can see the unspoken question in them. Oh God, high off the victory against Pays de Cassel, he is in one of those moods. Feeling her mouth dry, she quickly gulps and nods her head, willing to play his game.

Giving her a quick peck on the forehead, he unwraps his hand from her neck and pulls on the string tying her robe together. He lets out the deepest groan, seeing her dressed in his favorite lingerie. He slides the robe from her shoulders and places sloppy kisses from her right shoulder all the way to her neck. Y/N places her hand at the back of his head and moans his name. Kylian feels himself harden as his hands roam her body, squeezing her hips and waist, finally settling down on her ass and giving it a harsh squeeze.

Y/N feels her panties getting completely soaked as she lets out the prettiest whines, feeling the pleasure run through her body as Kylian leaves a trail of hickeys on her neck. She knows it's going to be such a hassle covering them up before leaving for work the day after tomorrow, but she can't be bothered to stop him as it feels so good. Pulling back, her boyfriend turns them around so he sits on the bed with her between his legs. He pulls her close and trails kisses up her stomach, groaning, "Putain, bébé. You're so fuckin' beautiful." She throws her head back and presses his face closer to her body.

Kylian trails his finger delicately along the band of her panties and snaps it. The slight pinch brings some sense back into her as she lowers herself to her knees. "Bébé, what are you doing?" Kylian asks, frowning. "You played so well today, Kyky. I want to do this for you, please," she looks at him with big eyes, and as usual, he can never say no to her. He feels himself harden even more at the sight of her with her bitten lips and neck filled with hickeys he placed himself.

Nodding, he widens his legs a little bit more so she can kneel comfortably between them. "Take my cock out, princesse." His order sends a shiver down her spine as she carefully takes him out of his grey sweatpants. He lifts himself up a little to help her. Pulling his member out, she presses her thighs together as she feels her pussy clenching emptily, seeing it look so hard and swollen, the tip already leaking with beads of precum.

"Vas-y, bébé. Lick the tip," he commands, and she eagerly complies, wanting nothing more than to please her man after seeing him play such an amazing game. She kisses the tip of his cock and slowly licks it, tasting his slightly salty precum. Y/N hears him groan above and feels his hand tangle in her long hair. "Fuck, bébé." Wanting to pleasure him even more, she licks him from the base of his cock all the way to his tip while fondling his heavy balls.

Kylian lets out the prettiest moans she's ever heard, which boosts her ego. "Put me in your mouth, mon amour. I wanna feel your mouth." Taking a deep breath, Y/N takes him into her mouth while sucking in her cheeks so she doesn't bite him with her teeth. "Agh, putain de merde, bébé. Tu me rends fou," he exclaims, looking down at her. ("Agh, fucking shit, baby. You're driving me insane.")

The sight alone almost makes him lose his mind. There she is, the love of his life, looking like the filthiest angel with his cock stuffed in her mouth and saliva dripping down her chin. Wanting to see his girl choke on his dick, he gently pushes her head forward, and the feeling of his big cock in her tight throat makes his eyes roll back in pleasure.

Y/N tries to breathe from her nose as he thrust down her throat. She can feel tears streaming down her eyes as he increases his pace. Just as he feels his stomach tightening, Kylian pulls her off his cock, not wanting to cum unless he’s deep in her pussy. Gathering his breath, he quickly pulls her off the floor and onto his lap, her pantie-clad pussy immediately settling over his hard, wet cock, her knees on either side of his body. Y/N whimpers as Kylian takes in the sight of her teary eyes and swollen mouth. “Je t’aime, princesse”, he whispers, kissing her hard on the mouth, slipping his hot wet tongue into her mouth as he unclasps her bra.

He immediately fondles her breast and pinches her nipples causing them to harden even more as she lets out the most cock-hardening moans. Holy fuck, Kylian feels like his gonna burst. Her sounds were driving him crazy as he gently rocked her against his cock. He breaks away from their kisses and a string of saliva follows his actions, as he trails kisses down her chest and envelops one of her nipples in his warm mouth. Y/N lets out a strangled moan and presses on the back of his head so he can take more of her tit in his mouth. She was so wet. She needed him inside her now. “Please, Kyky. I want you inside me. I’m so wet”, she begged desperately. Feeling a sting her ass, she felt Kylian leave her breast and wrap a strong hand around her throat. “What did I tell you, bébé?” She was so horny, she could barely string two words together “I…I.. don’t know.”

Kylian looked at her in mock sympathy “Aww, is my princess so desperate, she can’t remember, hmm?”

“Kyy…, s’il vous plaît…”

Shaking his head, he trails the hand that wasn’t wrapped around her throat down her stomach, cupping her pussy through her thong. She was so wet, she knew he could feel it. “I told you’ll only take what I give you, n’est-ce pas?” He says spanking her pussy. She squirms in his hold desperate for any kind of friction, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Look at this pussy, bébé. So wet for me.” With one last spank, he quickly pushes her panties aside and slips in two fingers. “Kylian!” she moans throwing her head back at the sudden intrusion. “Take it, princesse” He thumbs her clit and attaches his mouth to her other nipple. She feels her stomach tighten as her pussy flutters nonstop around his fingers. “Fuck…Ky..I’m gonna cum…”

She immediately regrets saying anything as he pulls his fingers out. "No! Why did you stop?" she whines at him, rocking her hips against him to chase her denied orgasm. Kylian stills her and gets up with her legs wrapped around his lean waist. "Don't be such a spoiled brat, bébé. You cum only with my cock inside you." She looks into his dark eyes and pouts at this unfairness. At that moment, Kylian swears he fell just a little bit harder for her. He throws her on the bed and takes off his sweater, followed by his sweatpants and boxers. The sight of his delicious physique causes another rush of wetness to leave her pussy.

As Kylian strides towards their bed, Y/N can't help but admire his chiseled physique. The way his muscles ripple with each movement, his defined abs and the veins that run along his biceps, all add to his irresistible charm. And then there are his thighs - thick, powerful, and capable of propelling him forward with lightning speed on the pitch.

He crawls up the bed and grabs her ankle, trailing kisses up her smooth legs. He stops right where she needs him the most and blows hot air on her leaking core. Y/N whimpers as he licks her over her panties. Wanting to taste her, he takes off her panties and immediately sucks on her clit, causing her to arch her back and grip the sheets. Y/N can't stop moaning and squirming, causing Kylian to clamp an arm around her stomach to pin her. She feels the familiar ball of pleasure building inside her as Kylian inserts a finger in her wet pussy.

Just as she's about to let go, he pulls away. "Ky! Please, please, I need to cum." Taking pity on her, Kylian slowly climbs up her body and places his arms at either side of her head, pecking her lips and tear-stained cheeks. "Shh, be patient, bébé. I'll give you everything you need, oui? No need to beg me, princesse. You're doing so well. Spread your legs for me, mon ange."

Y/N widens her legs to accommodate his large body and feels the large head of his cock sliding through her lips as he taps her clit with the tip of his cock. She feels like she’s about to lose her mind with his teasing. Just as she’s about to protest, he shoves his cock inside her swollen pussy, the wetness making him glide in easily. Inch by inch, she feels him stretch her, her pussy clamping down on him, making her release the shakiest moans. God, his cock was always too big for her. Kylian buries his head between her neck and growls, “Fuck, that’s it bébé.” He slowly bottoms out, “pussy always so fucking tight for me.” He slowly thrusts into her.

“Ky… Kylian”, you let out.

“Oui, bébé?”

“You’re so… so big… fuck I can’t…”

Pulling back from her neck, he slowly lifts her ass to deepen the angle. "You can take it, bébé. You're my girl, aren't you?" Y/N desperately holds onto his biceps as he quickens his thrusts. "Yes, Ky, I'm yours," she cries out. Keeping his cock still inside her, Kylian pulls back and grabs her legs, practically bending her in half. This angle allows him to find her G-spot, which causes her to scream, "I'm gonna cum! Fuck, Kylian!" She feels the walls of her pussy frantically clamping down on him. The wet sounds of their brutal fucking fill the room as Kylian increases his pace and rubs her clit to give her the orgasm he denied her twice. "Cum on my cock, bébé. I wanna feel you soak my cock."

As Kylian continues to pound into her, Y/N can't help but admire him. His broad shoulders and defined chest glisten with sweat, and his abs ripple with each movement. She runs her hands over his biceps, feeling the strength and power beneath his skin. But it's his face that truly captivates her - the way his dark eyes look down at her with such intensity and passion, the way his lips curve into a smirk as he brings her closer to the edge.

Just like that, the knot in her stomach releases as she writhes and trembles underneath him. His balls continue to slap her ass as his strong, thick thighs bruise her soft skin. He fucks her through her orgasm, the constant pounding to her G-spot causing her to cry out due to the overstimulation.

"Ky, please, I'm so sensitive," she wails.

"You were meant for this, bébé," he spits, leaning down to slot his mouth over hers, causing him to slide even deeper. "So fucking take it."

She feels a weird pressure building inside of her, and she tries to warn him, but it explodes. There's ringing in her ears, and white-hot pleasure sears through her body. All she hears is Kylian in the background, "Ah, putain. You squirted, bébé. Fuck, that's it. I'm gonna cum. Shit." She sobs as her pussy feels overstimulated. She desperately claws at his back. "Ky, please, it's too much."

"Just a little bit more, bébé. I'm almost there," he groans.

After three more strokes, Kylian comes inside her pussy, painting her walls with his hot cum. This triggers a mini-orgasm from Y/N, her pussy milking his cock of every last drop. "There we go, bébé. I want that pussy to milk every drop of my cum,” he moans in her ear.

Gently lowering her legs, Kylian rolls over with care so as not to crush her delicate form, still keeping his softening member deep inside her. Their labored breaths echo through the room as he tenderly strokes her hair, gazing into her eyes with a look of pure adoration. "Ma princesse, are you alright?" he asks, his heart racing beneath her ear. She can feel the love radiating off him, and despite her exhaustion, she feels a sense of warmth and comfort envelop her.

"Tu m'as tuée, Kyks, sérieusement", ("You truly killed me, Kyks") Y/N whispers, struggling to catch her breath. Chuckling, Kylian presses a soft kiss on the crown of her head, holding her close to his chest. "Sleep princesse, I’ll take care of you," he murmurs, his voice filled with tenderness. "Je t'aime."

Exhausted and on the brink of slumber, Y/N presses her lips to his chest and murmurs, "Je t'aime plus, tête de noisette." Kylian laughs softly and playfully spanks her, relishing the feel of her warm body against his. As her breathing gradually evens out, he gazes out of the window at the glittering lights of Paris, his heart full of contentment. Just a few weeks ago, he had suffered a crushing loss at the World Cup, but now, with the love of his life in his arms and a record-breaking victory under his belt, he feels at peace. ("I love you more, hazelnut head." )

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jeanchrisosme · 1 month

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Ce n'est pas la mort qui compte pour moi, car c'est un fait. Ce qui compte pour moi c'est ce que je fais de ma vie jusqu'à ce que la mort vienne, pour que cette vie ne soit pas banale, superficielle, futile et petite.

Mario Sergio Cortella

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fred-leforgeur-baudelaire · 10 months

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“Je suis accro à ce que je ressens quand je pense à toi.„

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“I'm addicted to how i feel when i think of you.„

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— Fred Leforgeur-Baudelaire

Les Murmures De Mon Esprit | The Whispers Of My Mind

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┈﹒ ꒰ emily prentiss !cg moodboard ꒱ ﹐

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i really like the idea of emily being a caregiver, she’d be very helpful with so many things. anyways, headcanons are under the cut cuz she deserves them <3

REQUESTS OPEN (mood/stimboards/pfps)

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emily caregiver headcanons:

₊ ⊹ emily loves to read you italian stories (she reads greek and french stories too, but she likes to read you italian ones the most)

₊ ⊹ she got you that beautiful light up globe so that you can learn your countries and have a pretty night light

₊ ⊹ she’s gotten you a lot of stuffed animals, but her personal favorite is the black cat one (it reminds her of sergio)

₊ ⊹ whenever you two are playing together with the stuffies, she’ll always pick the black cat, and eventually you start automatically handing her the cat (who you’ve graciously named sergio jr.)

₊ ⊹ whenever she’s cooking, she’ll let you help, but if you’re too little to be around the stove, she’ll set you up with your toy food so you can “cook with her”

₊ ⊹ she sings french and italian lullabies to you. specifically she sings “A la Clair fontaine” the most

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₊ ⊹ A la claire fontaine lyrics:

French:

“À la claire fontaine

M'en allant promener,

J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle

Que je m'y suis baignée.