What Do You Enjoy More About Writing?

What do you enjoy more about writing?

I enjoy the process of bringing the characters to life using my imagination alone. It's always been a way for me to process my feelings and destress from everything. I have been writing since I was 12 but I didn't start sharing my work until this year. Because I was very scared of criticism and people finding my writing trash. But I took a chance.

I have come a long way with my writing and finding my style of writing. To anyone who wants to write but doesn't know where to start or doesn't think they're good enough. I have been there. My writing used to be so horrible but over time it's gotten better. Just as long as you write what you feel and focus on putting that into words.

Trust me you will get better😊 You can do it I believe in you👍

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-Bianca🌻

do you write for trent alexander-arnold?? 🤍

I do. I have a fic on him written already but I haven't really gotten requests for yet so I haven't written more.

kylian reacting to reader having a wet dream about him and moaning his name out.

In honor of France going to the semi-finals. Go Kylian!😘

Wet Dream

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Your moans wake Kylian up and he finds a creative way to wake you up.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.9k

Warnings! NSFW! SMUT (18+), unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), wet dream, kylian is feral, he's hornyyy

The sound was hazy.

Muffled, like he was underwater. He didn't know where it came from. Didn't know why it woke him up. Or even what the sound was. But he knew he wanted to hear it again. And he did.

"Kylian…"

It was a whisper, but it was enough to make him stir. He blinked awake, groggy, and rubbed at his eyes. It took a minute for him to notice you, tangled up in the sheets next to him. Cheeks pink. Hair a mess. And you were…

"Oh fuck," he said.

Your leg had slipped out from under the blankets, and he could see how you were sprawled. You hated wearing pajamas when you were at home, and you definitely didn't wear any when you slept next to him. And right now, your white cotton panties weren't doing anything to hide your arousal.

He could smell it. Could see the wet stain.

He could hear your breathing, all quick and ragged. And you were talking to him, he knew. You were saying his name, over and over. He knew this tone. He'd heard it before, in the shower, or in the dark when you were on top of him, fucking his cock.

But you weren't awake now. And you were moaning his name.

Fuck.

He was awake now. And he wanted to hear his name come out of your mouth again. Wanted you to be conscious of it.

He pulled the blankets down slowly, not wanting you to wake up just yet. That could wait until he had his mouth on you. Then he could watch your face, your eyes, your reactions. And he would. But right now, he just wanted to see your body, see how much he was affecting you, even in your sleep.

"Kylian…" she whispered again.

You were a mess.

Your nipples were hard, puckered. You were sweating, and your skin was flushed. You were beautiful.

But he needed to see more. He needed to hear more of you. He pulled your underwear down, and you made a sound, a high whine of a noise. He got them off you, and then he was looking at you. Looking at your cunt.

Fuck.

So pink, so wet.

He could smell how much you wanted him. Pussy glistening, slit open, hole wet. He could see your clit peeking out of your folds. You were swollen, and he could see how much you wanted him.

He had to taste you.

He had to have you.

With a restraint he didn't know he had, he carefully spread your legs and settled his head between your thighs. Nothing. No reaction, no movement. He looked up, and your eyes were still closed. You were still asleep. Dreaming about him.

He leaned down and laid a gentle kiss on your mound. You made a noise. soft, but it was there. He did it again, and again, kissing his way to your clit. When he finally made contact with it, your hips bucked up. He smirked.

He had you now. He knew how you liked it, and he was going to give it to you.

He swirled his tongue around your little nub, and you let out a breathy moan. You sounded so pretty. You were coming around, waking up slowly, but you were still in the haze of sleep. And still saying his name.

"Kylian…Kylian…please…"

He groaned at the sound, making you buck at the vibrations. He pulled back, and you whined at the loss. Even in your sleep, you couldn't get enough. The thought made his dick twitch.

He looked up at you, watched as your eyes fluttered open. Gorgeous. Flushed, lips parted, hair a mess. Your eyes were glassy, and he could tell you were still half asleep.

"Kylian?" you whispered, your voice raspy. "Oh god, I…I'm dreaming again aren't I?" Your eyes were wide as you said it, cheeks flushed with embarassement. How cute.

He chuckled."No," he said, shaking his head. "You're wide awake, bébé."

You looked at him, confused, and then looked down at yourself. And went even redder.

"Oh fuck," you screeched, scrambling in his hold. "I'm…I'm sorry. I was just…dreaming about you."

"I figured," he rasped with a grin, running his thumb along your slit. He had to feel it again. You were so wet. And you were clenching already, trying to get him to stay inside you. He pulled his thumb away, and licked the digit clean.

You watched him. Watched his every move, and he loved it. He loved how you looked at him. How he made you feel. It gave him more confidence than winning a game.

"Kylian…" you whined. "Please…I need you…"

You were awake now, and you knew exactly what you were doing. You were begging him, for his tongue, for his touch, for his cock. And he loved it. He loved being able to make you feel like this, like he was the only man in the world.

"I'll give you whatever you want," he whispered, leaning forward. "Whatever you want."

And with that, he dove back into your pussy, lapping at you, savoring you. He was going to make you cum, was going to make you feel so good. You were going to be screaming his name, begging for him to stop, begging for him to never stop.

And he loved it. He loved you. So much.

"Kylian! Fuck, Kylian, please!" Your voice was soft, still laced with sleep. It turned him on. He couldn't get enough. He needed to hear it. Needed you to say it, needed you to scream it.

His hips had a mind of their own as they grinded against the bed. His cock was so hard. He wanted to fuck you. Wanted to be inside of you, wanted to feel you clench around his dick. He was close, and he knew you were too. He could hear it in your voice.

"Kylian! I'm…I'm gonna…cum…I'm cumming…Kylian!"

He licked harder, sucked on your clit, and felt your thighs clench around his head as you came. He kept going, kept eating you out until he felt you go limp. He pulled away slowly, and looked up at you, your eyes glassy, and your mouth open.

He knew how you felt. Knew how good it felt. Knew how it felt to have you cum around him.

He stood up, and pulled his boxers off. He was so hard. Needed to fuck you.

"Bébé," he said, voice low, and rough. "Can I?"

He didn't have to say anything else. You knew what he was asking. Knew what he wanted.

"Yeah," you rasped, your voice heavily laced with lust. "I want you to."

That's all he needed to hear. Grabbing your hips, he pulled you towards him. Rough, hard. And then he was pushing in, sliding home. The stretch was so nice. The pleasure, the pain.

And you both let out a long sigh.

Fuck. This is where he wanted to be. This is where he was meant to be. In you. With you.

He started moving, slowly, thrusting in and out of you. You were so wet, so tight, so warm and he loved it. You were clutching him, squeezing his cock with your soft gummy walls. Milking him. Saying his name like a prayer.

"Kylian…oh fuck…Kylian…fuck…"

He grunted at the sound of his name. He loved hearing it. Loved knowing that he was the only one who could make you feel this way. He leaned forward, and kissed you softly.

"Say it again," he whispered. "Say my name. Tell me you're mine" His words came out jagged, hips never stopping, and you let out a strangled moan.

"I'm yours…only yours…" your voice was soft, and you were looking at him, eyes hazy with lust.

He let out a low moan at your words. That was all he needed to hear. You were his. You were his, and he was yours. He was close, so close. And he could feel you tightening up around him. He sped up his hips, pounding into you, hitting your g-spot.

"I love fucking this tight little pussy," he growled. "Love fucking you. Lo-love you. You're so tight, and so wet. You feel so good." He was babbling at this point. Pussy so good it made him stutter.

You were whining, letting out these gorgeous little noises. He could see your chest rising and falling. Your mouth was open, and your cheeks were flushed. He could feel your walls clenching around him. So tight. He was close, so close.

"Look at me," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Look at me while I fuck you."

You opened her eyes, and looked up at him, your face slack. He could see how much you loved him. Love eyes melting into his. How much you loved being with him.

He loved it. He loved seeing you like this. The sight only he had the privilege of witnessing. Only him.

And he knew he was going to cum. Was going to fill you up.

"Kylian," you moaned, the sound low and husky. "I'm going to…going to cum again. I can't take it…"

He leaned forward, and kissed you. Softly, gently. You melted into him.

His pleasure took over as his thrusts sped up. He was going to cum, and he knew it. He could feel it. So close. He pulled his mouth away from yours, and looked down at you.

"Trésor," he murmured, his tone soft and loving. Brown eyes gazing into yours. "you close?" His hips never stopped as he asked, fingers making their way down to your clit to help. "gonna cum for me?"

You nodded your head. Your lips were parted, and your eyes were glassy. It spurred him on. Made him feel like he could do anything.

"I'm close," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper. "So close…"

"Me too," he said, his voice just as soft. "Me too."

And then he felt it. The tight, warm, soft squeeze of your soft pink walls. The sound of your breathy moans. The sight of your eyes rolling back, of your mouth dropping open, and your cheeks flushing.

"Kylian! Oh fuck!" your voice was loud, and he could hear your pleasure. Could feel you cumming around his cock. And he lost it. Lost himself in you.

He let out a groan, and thrust deep into you. And then he was cumming. Cumming inside of you. Filling her you. He stayed like that for a minute, his cock twitching inside of you, and his eyes closed. Laying his head on your chest, weight completely on top of you.

This was heaven.

He could hear you breathing, hear your heart beating. And he opened his eyes. Looking down at you, he smiled.

You were beautiful like this. Laying under him, eyes closed, skin flushed. He leaned forward, and kissed you softly. Trying to translate all his love unto your lips.

"I love you," he whispered against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. He was still inside you. Still filling you up. But he didn't care. He needed you to hear it. Needed you to know.

You opened your eyes, and looked up at him. He could see the love shining in them.

"I love you too," you whispered, the words echoing between you two.

The words seemed to turn him on all over again. He felt himself start to harden inside you once again, and he smirked as he watched your eyes widen.

"Again?" she whispered, voice raspy.

He nodded.

"Again."

-Bianca🌻

Hmm I’ll just request (please make this long and in depth) of like it being Kylians birthday and readers never had a birthday or anything and makes him like the coolest gifts like a shirt with him and the eiffel tower on it and a bunch of cool diys and her being shy and embarrassed and him just being so shocked that she made him something and thinking its so cool. Can we please get Kylians pov too and him telling his family about the gifts and the reader also getting him some luxury stuff too

You got it😉

Birthday Boy

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You surprise Kylian for his birthday.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 2k

Warnings! FLUFF, birthday boyy, cute reader, insecurities, the request basically covers the rest,

Fuck.

You weren't ready for this.

You're really not ready for this. You don't know how to do any of this. But it was his birthday, and you knew he would be upset if you didn't get him anything. He deserves something special though.

You're standing in his apartment, nervously fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. You have no idea what time he's going to be home from training, but it couldn't be too long now.

You have a few gifts for him, and you're really proud of them. Well, proud wasn't exactly the word. Nervous was more like it. He might hate them, and that would be really embarrassing.

You looked at the clock on the wall and gasp when you realized what the time was. He's going to be home any minute now. You quickly run to the kitchen, hiding behind the counter with all of his gifts on it. You hold your breath and hope that you won't make a fool of yourself.

You heard the door open and his footsteps as he walks into the living room. You slowly peer around the corner and see him looking at you in confusion.

“Hey, are you alright? Why are you hiding behind the counter?” he asks, walking towards you.

You blush and look down, playing with the hem of your shirt again. “Happy B-Birthday! I-I got you some gifts,” you stammer out, trying to sound cheerful but failing miserably.

He looks at you in surprise, face lighting up in excitement. “You got me presents?!” he exclaims, running to you and pulling you out from behind the counter.

He spins you around so you're facing him and then pulls you into a hug, lifting you off the ground. “Thank you, trésor,” he whispers in your ear.

You blush and smile shyly, hugging him back.

He sets you back on your feet and pulls away slightly to look at you. “Why are you blushing so much?” he asks, a smile on his lips.

You bite your lip and look away from him. “I just don't know if you're going to like them,” you mumble, looking down at your feet. You look up to see him looking at you curiously.

“What makes you think I won't like them?” he asks, looking confused.

“I-I don't know,” you reply, looking back down at your feet. “Well, they're not that expensive or anything. So you might not like them.”

He laughs, a soft smile on his face. “That doesn't matter at all,” he says, grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the counter. He lets go of your hand and pulls all the gifts over in front of you. “Tell me about these,” he asks, sitting down at the counter and gesturing for you to sit next to him. You do as he says, biting your lip.

He picks up the first gift, which is wrapped in green wrapping paper. “This one is just some candy,” you mumble, watching him tear the paper off. He opens the box and smiles widely when he sees the chocolate inside.

“Mmm, I love chocolate,” he says, popping one of the chocolates into his mouth.

Next he picks up a small, blue box. “This is some new headphones,” you explain, watching as he opens the box and pulls out the headphones.

“Cool, I needed some new ones,” he replies, putting them on and fiddling with them for a second. “I love them!” he exclaims, smiling at you.

You bite your lip again as he reaches for the final gift, which is a small, white box. He opens it and pulls out a shirt. His eyes widen when he sees what's on it, and he looks at you in shock.

“You made this?” he asks, staring at the shirt in disbelief.

You nod your head shyly, biting your lip. “Y-Yeah,” you mumble.

He holds the shirt up and smiles, looking at the drawing on it. He'd drawn a picture of him and the Eiffel tower in the background. The picture had 'Happy Birthday' written above it in swirly letters.

“Trésor, I love it,” he whispers, looking at you in awe. “Can I wear it now?”

You nod your head excitedly, watching as he pulls off his shirt and puts on the new one. He turns around to face you and smiles. You blush and look away from him, fidgeting with your hands. He walks towards you and lifts your chin up with his hand so that you're looking at him.

“I love it,” he repeats. “Thank you.”

You bite your lip and smile shyly, nodding your head.

He pulls you into a hug and kisses your forehead. “Thank you so much, trésor,” he whispers in your ear.

You blush and hug him back, smiling. You can feel his heart beating against your chest, and you have to suppress a sigh. He smells amazing. He always smells amazing. Like home. Like a warm hug on a cold day. You love how he smells.

He pulls away from you slightly and kisses your lips softly. “I'll be right back, I need to call my family,” he says, kissing your lips again before turning and walking towards the couch.

You watch him go, biting your lip and blushing. You turn and walk into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge and sitting at the counter to drink it. You look out the window, watching as the sun sets behind the Eiffel tower in the distance. You sigh happily, smiling. It's so pretty. You could get used to seeing that every night.

Kylian sits on the couch, watching as you drink your water. He can't help but smile as he watches you. you are so cute. He looks down at the shirt he's wearing and his heart flutters. It was so adorable. He had never met anyone who could draw as well as you could. It was perfect.

He pulls out his phone and dials Ethan's number, waiting for him to answer. He picks up on the first ring. "Happy birthday, bro!" Ethan exclaims.

Kylian laughs and leans back against the couch. "Merci, merci. Where's mom? I tried calling her earlier but she didn't answer." he asks. It hurt him not to spend his birthday with his family this year.

He's been so busy lately that he's barely had time for anything but football. He was starting to get homesick. Which is why he's so grateful for you. You keep him company and keep his mind off of missing his family.

"She's right here, I'll go get her. So how did you celebrate your birthday?" Ethan asks, sounding excited.

Kylian smiles and looks over at you. "I haven't yet," he replies, watching as you stand up and walk towards the kitchen. "But Y/N got me some amazing gifts. I'm so happy."

Ethan laughs on the other end of the line. "Aww, that's so sweet! What did she get you?"

Kylian grins as he tells Ethan about all the gifts you got him. He can hear his brother making sounds of amazement and excitement as he talks. "And then there was this one shirt," Kylian starts. "She made it herself."

"Wait, what? That's awesome!" Ethan exclaims. "Show me."

Kylian laughs and places the phone on the coffe table, standing up to show Ethan the shirt. He hears Ethan gasp in surprise and smile. "Wow, she really made that?"

"Yeah, I know," Kylian says, sitting back down on the couch. "It's amazing."

He hears Ethan laugh. "She's so cute! You should propose to her already!"

Kylian laughs. "Ethan, she's been my girlfriend for like eight months," he replies. "I'm not proposing yet."

"Aww, come on," Ethan pouts. "You know you want to."

Kylian sighs and rolls his eyes. "Shut up," he replies, laughing.

His mother's figure approches the phone. "Is that Kylian I hear?"

He grins. "Oui, maman," he replies, eyes tearing up slightly at the sight of her. He misses her so much.

She smiles widely. "Bonjour, mon amour," she says, leaning forward so that he can see her better.

He smiles at her and reaches out to touch the screen. "Bonjour, maman," he repeats, voice shaking slightly.

His mother's smile falters for a second when she sees his face, and then it's back to normal. "Are you okay, baby?" she asks.

Kylian nods his head. "Oui, I'm fine. Just a bit homesick," he explains. "But Y/N is keeping me company and making sure I don't miss you guys too much."

His mom nods her head. "Oh good, I'm glad she's there for you," she says. "How was your day? Did you have any fun?" she asks, smiling.

"Not really," he replies, sighing. "We were training all day, and it was exhausting. I'm glad it's finally over and I get a break. But Y/N got me some amazing gifts," he adds, holding up the shirt. "She made this one herself."

His mom's eyes widen in surprise as she stares at the shirt. "Wow, that's beautiful," she exclaims, smiling. "You must have been a good boyfriend," she teases.

Kylian laughs. "I try my best," he replies, grinning.

His mom laughs. "I know you do, baby. You deserve someone who loves you like that." Kylian nods his head, thinking about you. You do love him. He knows that. It's not hard to tell when you look at him the way you do. And he hopes you never stop. Because he can't imagine living without you.

"I have to go, maman," he says after a few minutes. "But I love you and I'll talk to you later," he adds, smiling.

His mom nods her head and smiles. "I love you too, mon amour," she replies, leaning forward to kiss the screen. Kylian smiles and kisses back before saying goodbye and hanging up.

He looks over at you and smiles when he sees you walking towards him. "I love you," he says as you sit next to him. You blush and smile shyly. "I love you too," you reply. And you do. So much it hurts sometimes. But it's a good kind of hurt. A happy kind of hurt.

And you know you'll never stop loving him. Never stop loving him and cherishing him. He's your everything. Your soulmate. Your heart. And you're his. And that's all that matters. That's all that will ever matter.

"So…How are we celebrating tonight?" He asks you. You smile and shrug. "I don't know, whatever you want to do" you reply. Kylian laughs and pulls you into his lap, kissing you softly. You blush and kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulls away slightly and smiles at you.

"What do you think about going out to eat somewhere nice?" he asks. You shrug and nod your head, smiling.

"I would love to," you reply.

Kylian grins and kisses you again. "Let me call for a reservation," he says, pulling away from you and standing up. You watch as he walks over to the counter and pulls out his phone.

You sit on the couch and wait for him to make the call. You can't help but smile as you listen to him talk. He's so adorable when he's concentrating on something. You lean forward and rest your head on your hands, watching him.

He hangs up a minute later and turns to smile at you. "I got a reservation at a nice restaurant for 8," he says, walking over to you and pulling you to your feet. "So let's get ready," he adds, leading you towards the bedroom.

You smile and follow him, already excited for tonight. You know it will be amazing. Everything is always amazing with Kylian. He always makes sure of it. And he always will. He loves you too much not to. He'll always do anything to make you happy. And you'll do the same for him. Anything to make him happy.

And that's how it should be. That's what love is. It's happiness and smiles and laughter. It's Kylian's arms around you and his lips on yours. It's everything good and pure in the world.

It's all that matters.

It's all you'll ever need.

Kylian.

Kylian.

Kylian.

Forever.

-Bianca🌻

Virgil anon here 👋🏾 I hope you had a good day. Thank you so much for the story! I enjoyed it. I loved how she gave him an attitude, but thirst over him still 😂You write so fast girl, it's impressive 👏🏾

I'm so glad to see you back 😌

Glad to be back 😊