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nadalffc · 1 year
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love him hate him can't deny mbappe is the man of this wc
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realtrap · 6 months
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burymeinblack2022 · 1 year
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if i was messi rn i’d tweet ‘fuck them french’ then turn off my phone
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a-go-ni-a · 1 year
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After the World Cup final, it was decided Spain’s language will be officially changed to “argentine Spanish but bad”. Spain citizens have 24 hours to learn the correct Spanish.
Y como brasileño, digo ¡FELICIDADES, HERMANOS! ¡ARGENTINA CAMPEONA!
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melophobia2013 · 1 year
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last match of the 2022 world cup
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mountymase · 1 year
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I want Argentina to win the World Cup because:
1 - Latin Americans stick together
2 - a French guy broke my heart earlier this year
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asoftbeing · 1 year
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since my dear country lost at the world cup and the final is between france and our mortal rivals LIBERTÉ ÉGALITÉ MBAPPE
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astercomoasflores · 1 year
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Something ironic about the world cup final is that many Brazilians did not want to support Argentina because of racism, in addition to the football rivalry. So a lot of people said they wanted to support France, as if a European country wasn't racist. As if any country were free from racism. And sadly they are showing how racist they are now (not all French people of course). I feel sad for the players who worked so hard to lead their country to victory and are now being attacked by the people they represented.
Anyway, I'm happy for Argentina's victory. I hope that the next cups will have Latin American champions, preferably Brazil.
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becomingpart2 · 1 year
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This was the best world cup final I've seen and certainly one of the best ever. Both teams played like champs and both of them genuinely deserved this win. Mbappe is a tremendous player. I'm just happy the cup is finally back on South American soil. Congrats, hermanos.
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r4ndom45 · 1 year
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Fun fact. I was writing a post saying that argentina will win because the game was almost over and was 2-0. What happened? I had to delete my post because in 2 minutes MBAPPE flipped the entire game. 2 beautiful strikes to tie the game. Lets see what will happen in this last 5 minutes.
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woodworkzz · 1 year
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LET'S GO ARGENTINAAAAA
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nadalffc · 1 year
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2 goals in 2 minutes and im not home to watch the match 😭
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emma-mayhew · 1 year
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didishawn · 1 year
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some Jules kounde smut plssss
This request surely made me see Koundé on a different light
No more Muchachos (Jules Koundé x Argentinian Reader) smut
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Warnings: a bit of teasing because of the World Cup final, Koundé fucks you hard to shut you up, smut, some Spanish
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If he has to hear the song one more time, Koundé will go mad.
En Argentina nací (I was born in Argentina)
Tierra del Diego y Lionel (land of Diego and Lionel)
De los pibes de Malvinas (of the guys frtom Malvinas)
Que jamás olvidaré (that I will never forget)
No te lo puedo explicar (I can't explain)
Porque no vas a entender (because you won't understand)
Las finales que perdimos (the finals that we lost)
Cuantos años la lloré (how many years I cried them)
Pero eso se terminó (but that finished)
Porque en el Maracaná (because in the Maracaná)
La final con los brazucas (the final with the Brazilians)
La volvió a ganar papá (Dad won it again)
He knows you are on heaven since the World Cup final, and doesn't matter how sad you felt for his loss, your happiness was greater at seeing Messi finally lifting up the Cup -even he was excited for that.
But he seriously cannot keep on going like this, everyday Muchachos sounds on repeat in your home, your low humming going with the music and always with a teasing look on your eye.
His teammates and the media find it so funny, how much you seem to love your dear Argentina over him -even he finds it funny, but can't help but dream of setting you straight as he finds himself singing the lyrics even when you are not around.
Dreams do become true.
Is what Koundé thinks as he pounds into you from the back, one hand pulling you back, the other on your hair pushing your face to be buried in between your comfortable pillows.
"Does that feel good, darling?"
He hears your muffled yes and smirks, hips still pistoning into yours.
"This is what needed to be done, isn't it? A good fuck so you can stop being an annoying little shit, love reminding me about that day, don't you?"
You lift your head, even with glossy eyes you still give him a teasing look, "No es mi culpa que perdieran, pa. Era para Sudamérica no para Europa" you hum, he groans, even if he loves how thick your accent gets on times like this. (not my fault you lost, dude. It was for South America not for Europa)
"You really are a little shit"
He spins you around, holding one of your legs up, kissing your ankle then placing it on his shoulder, reaching deeper inside you, his length and width have you closing your eyes and whining, it hurts so good -an expression you never understood until meeting Jules.
His lips are on yours, he wants to be the one thing you think about, his fingers playing with your bundle of nerves have you squirming around.
You are trembling, your moans are getting higher, nails leaving marks on his back, you bite into his neck, making him groan out and thrust harder.
He looks down at you, so much love in his eyes yet his thrusts are nothing but punishment, hard and fast, his lips are all over you, your breasts, neck, face, hair, one caressing your stomach, calming you down, a sweet kiss on your cheek. You are close, he can tell, he knows everything about you and can recognise the signs.
"Cum for me, darling. Let me feel you around me"
You moan as you reach your extasis, whines leaving your mouth as he continues on fucking you. You can feel him throb inside of you, you caress his back with you nails -something you know he loves, and have him trembling.
He suddenly leaves your insides, taking your hand and dragging you to the edge of the bed, he stands in front of you, your face inches away from his cock as he jerks himself off, a loud moan sounds as he cums on your face and he groans when he sees the look you give him while cleaning yourself off and moaning at his taste.
He cleans you up, and you lay side by side, you cuddling into his chest as he caresses you ans kisses your head.
He smiles down at you "Is that enough to get you to stop playing that goddamm song?"
"Sure, I suppose"
You will just have to start playing 3 estrellas en el conjunto, you guess.
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mcu-coworkers · 1 year
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Sick days
Summary: Nursing your sick boyfriend back to health.
Pairings: Kylian Mbappe x reader
Warnings: N/A
A/n: Not a request this one was just something small and short that came to mind! Thank you guys for all of the love and I hope you guys like this one!xx
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You felt something was off when you woke up that morning and didn't have your usual text from Kylian before he left for his gym session.
He never missed a day, even when he traveled and was in a completely different time zone.
You were filled with more worry than anything else given he never forgets on purpose.
You’d texted him that morning instead but to no avail, there was no response.
After an hour with no response you decided to go check his home and make sure everything was okay.
As you were walking up to his door your phone began to ring.
“Ney” reading across the screen.
“Hey Ney, what’s up?” you said hoping he’d mention something Kylian did at practice and you worried for nothing.
“Hola bella, have you heard from Kylian? He was a no show in practice. The coach is looking for him. I just wanted to give him the heads up before he gets fined.” he chuckled, it wouldn't be the first time PSG fined him.
Sighing, you looked at the door once again.
“Nope,  I   was hoping he was at practice. I'm outside his house right now. Give me a sec  I‘ll call you back yeah?” you said reaching for the key he’d given you.
“Sale, thank you!” He said before hanging up.
Quietly you opened the door, you felt sneaky opening his door without telling him you were coming.
You know he wouldn't mind but still, you always gave a heads up.
“Ky?” you called out from the hallway.
You walked through his home looking for any signs of him until you made it to his bedroom door.
Opening it you came face to face with your sleeping boyfriend.
Your sick, sleeping boyfriend surrounded by tissues.
“Oh my love.” you chuckled relieved he didn't go missing.
Cleaning up the tissues you went into his pantry to pull out the medicine he’d need and some ingredients for soup and tea.
Once you finished you put everything in a tray and walked back up to Kylians room.
After setting everything down on the nightstand you pondered waking him up or letting him sleep more but the decision was made for you when he began tossing and turning.
“Ky, baby it's me.” you whispered gently, rubbing his back.
“Mon amour what are you doing here? What time is it?” he said, realizing the sun was out.
“You’re sick Kylian lay back down.” you chuckled,  pushing him down.
“But I have practice coach is gonna kill me.” he said looking for his phone.
“No he's not because Neymar  told him you were sick in bed and that makes the penalty fine void.” you said matter of factly.
Looking at you he smiled and fell back into his mountain of pillows.
“Bless my lawyer girlfriend.” He said, smiling at you.
“Now here drink this please.” you said, handing him the tea.
You took the chance to open his windows and unstuff his room and hopefully his nose too.
Kylian took the tea and the soup eventually beginning to feel like himself again.
“Mon ange  I   could kiss you all day for this, I'm sorry  you didn't wake up to a message from me.” he said reaching for you.
Pulling back  you smiled at your sick boyfriend, “While  I   love you with all my heart  I   do not want to get whatever it is you have amor.” you said collecting the empty dishes.
“I'm gonna go get you some orange slices.” you said picking up the tray.
“Okay but when  I‘m better I'm thanking you the right way.” he said, reaching over quickly to spank your butt.
Gasping you smiled, “Mbappé!” blush rising to your cheeks.
“Je t’aime mon bel ange!” he yelled from his room.
Yup, he was definitely feeling better alright.
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melophobia2013 · 1 year
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finally, the world cup returns to latam. congratulations to argentina, it was a great game and you guys played it like real champions. salud
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