kari

wine pon u

[karivinga]

ABOUT ME: kari. she/they. — football enjoyer, kdrama and manhwa addict. cama's bby

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

BYF:

i only write for footballers, mostly and lewis hamilton. i do not write for fc barcelona 

requests are open so feel free to write in my inbox. i do not write smut, thanks

this is my only account on tumblr!!

© karivinga 2026  — do not translate, copy/steal my works .ᐟ

[karivinga]

— ATTRACTED 2 U ❤︎

football imagines ໒꒱

synopsis: your crush discovers a song you wrote about him from your locker – inspired by the song by pink pantheress

𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡: @luckycrystal @dixheuresdix 

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dèsirè doué x guitarist!reader — fluff, angst, highschool!au

 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 

you had a crush on your popular best friend désiré ever since 9th grade. but there was something in you that felt off – were you truly the one for him? you knew damn well that he was one of the most popular jocks at your highschool.

he's a footballer and you? you're just a girl who loves to stick to her guitar all day — you're obviously gonna feel that you're both just not made for eachother, and you could never possibly ruin the friendship you have with him.... you've even seen him with multiple girls at block parties who were also into him aswell as you was, until one day broke your final straw. the day where he was getting too cozed up with her.

you've felt a wave of tears dripping down from your eyes. you knew you couldn't deal with this kind of pain anymore. what a fucking playboy.

MEANWHILE, désiré was still looking for you around the school the whole morning, as he hadn't seen you the rest of yesterday afternoon, you even didn't pick up his calls either.

he walkes passed to where your locker is and notices that it was unlocked (maybe you forgot to lock it earlier).

he furrows his eyebrows and bites his lip gently, hesitating to whether he should look inside or perhaps.... not.

désiré takes a deep breath and slightly opens the locker a bit more whilst snooping around. and that's where he saw it — the song you'd written specifically about him last night!! at first, he just stared at the page, rereading the lyrics over and over again like maybe they’d change if he looked long enough.

but they didn’t. every line still felt painfully honest, like you’d taken every thought he was too scared to say out loud and turned it into music instead. then suddenly, he heard it – the soft sound of guitar strings echoed through the hallway from the music room and your voice following the tune.

❝ sometimes i think of calling you up to make myself look bad again – but now i'm bringing flowers to your front door ❞

désiré froze instantly. it barely even sounded like you — it was softer, almost angelic, so painfully beautiful that he almost thought he was imagining it. he’d heard you sing before countless times, but never like this.

especially a confession you never meant for anyone else to hear with this much emotion behind it.

❝ last night i had a dream, we started dating now you're pissing me off ❞ ♡

a few moments into the song, dez felt his chest tighten before the last lyrics were leaving your lips.

❝ i’m not attracted to you, like i was back at the start ❞

and those words hit harder than expected, because for the first time, he'd realised maybe he had ruined something that could’ve been special and he couldn't comprehend on time...

© karivinga 2026  — do not translate, copy/steal my works .ᐟ

[karivinga]

michael's the type to act 'nonchalant' when you send him a selfie of yourself but deep down he's simping.

[dixheuresdix]

Holllaaaa:)

First of all I love love love all of your stories 🫶🏻

I have a request for desire. He and you have a pool day with some friends. One of the friends is a girl and she is all over him (flirty, touchy..) he is not comfortable with that but still nice and the reader hates it so she is so jealous and they are fighting some much but stopped because he kissed her and you know what’s going to happened next …

(Sorry English is not my first language)

POOL DAY;

⤷ ゛masterlist ˎˊ˗

désiré doué x f!reader.

dating.

note: thank u cutie, hope you'll like this one too!

mdni. smut.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you keep fighting because of a girl but he knows how to shut you up.

you sat on the edge of a lounge chair sunglasses on, watching your boyfriend play volleyball in the pool with some friends.

at first, everything was perfect then a girl arrived.

she was pretty, loud, and way too comfortable around désiré.

you watched as she jumped into the water next to him, laughing at everything he said.

“oh my god, désiré, you’re so competitive,” she giggled, splashing him.

he laughed politely then she grabbed his arm and you immediately frowned.

he gently pulled away, maybe it was nothing except it kept happening.

she touched his shoulder while talking, leaned against him while taking pictures, even rested a hand on his chest while laughing at a joke.

despite everything, désiré remained nice but never flirted back or touched her.

actually, he looked uncomfortable but he was too polite to tell her off.

you, however, were reaching your limit so when everyone got out of the pool to eat, you sat quietly at the table.

désiré sat beside you.

“you okay?”

“perfect.”

he sighed. “you’re not.”

“why don’t you ask camille? she seems to know everything about you.”

“seriously?” his eyebrows lifted and he rubbed his forehead. “baby, come on.”

“don’t baby me.”

his friends immediately became interested in their food.

“i didn’t do anything!”

“you let her touch you all day.”

“i didn’t let her.”

“you didn’t stop her.”

“because i didn’t want to be rude.”

you crossed your arms. “well congratulations, you were very polite.”

for the next hour, you barely spoke and every time she came near him, your mood got worse.

eventually, désiré followed you when you walked away from the group, in a bedroom.

“can we talk?”

“no.”

“yes.”

you turned around. “why are you defending her so much?”

“i’m not defending her.”

“then why are you acting like i’m crazy?”

“you’re acting like i wanted this!”

you opened your mouth then closed it because deep down, you knew he was right but you were still angry.

“she’s been eye-fucking you since she got here and you keep letting her!”

“i hate when she do that shit but i’m not going to cause a scene and ruin the day for my friends. you’re being jealous for no reason.”

“no reason? she literally had her tits pressed against your arm five minutes ago!” you raise your voice a little. “and you just sat there. if it was me with some guy all over me you would lose your mind but when it’s you it’s ‘just being nice’.”

“because i know i didn’t do anything wrong. i kept it respectful and you’re letting her ruin our day because you can’t control your jealousy. i love you but this insecurity is exhausting right now.”

“exhausting? sorry i care when another girl is basically throwing herself at my boyfriend in a bikini,” you snap. “maybe i should just leave you two alone then. go ahead! enjoy her compliments and her hands all over your chest.”

“stop it, i kept looking at you the whole time hoping you’d calm down.”

“well i’m not calm!” you shoot back. “it makes me feel invisible. you always say you hate that attention but when it happens you just go along with it.”

désiré rubs his face, clearly getting more heated. “i do hate it but what do you want me to say to her? ‘back off, my girlfriend is jealous’? that would embarrass everyone including you. i’m trying to handle it like an adult and you’re turning it into a big fight.”

“an adult would have told her nicely to stop touching him,” you counter. “instead you’re playing the nice guy and it’s making me look crazy for being upset.”

“you’re not crazy but you are blowing this way out of proportion,” he says, stepping even closer.

the argument goes back and forth like that, voices getting sharper, both of you breathing heavier with emotion.

every attempt he makes to calm things down only fuels you more as you throw out more examples of her behavior.

“maybe you should go back to your fan the–”

désiré grabs your face with both hands and kisses you, cutting off your words.

you resist for half a second then melt into it, hands in his hair as you kiss him back angrily at first then hungrily.

he walks you backward, kicking the bedroom door shut behind you.

“you’re so fucking annoying when you’re jealous,” he growls against your mouth, pushing you onto the bed. “but it turns me on too.”

your bikini top is gone in seconds. he palms your breasts roughly, pinching your nipples while his mouth attacks your neck, sucking dark marks.

you moan loudly, arching into him as he grinds his hard cock against you through his trunks.

désiré yanks your bikini bottoms down and spreads your legs wide, diving between them with his tongue, licking and sucking your clit with raw hunger.

“désiré– fuck,” you gasp.

he pushes two fingers inside you, pumping them fast and deep while his mouth works you over.

he doesn’t stop until you cum, shaking and crying out his name.

désiré doesn’t give you time to recover and he kicks off his trunks, his thick cock springing free, and climbs on top of you.

in one rough thrust he buries himself completely inside you, groaning loudly.

you claw at his back, moaning with every deep stroke as he pins your wrists above your head with one hand, the other gripping your hip hard as he fucks you relentlessly.

“say you know you’re the only one,” he demands, voice husky.

“i’m the only one,” you moan, legs wrapped tight around him.

he kisses you messily, biting your lip as he pounds into you harder.

he flips you onto all fours, pulling your ass up and slamming back inside from behind.

you cum again around him, clenching tight.

désiré follows right after, burying himself to the hilt and spilling deep inside you with a long, broken moan of your name.

you both collapse onto the bed, sweaty and breathing hard.

he pulls you into his chest immediately, kissing your forehead softly, the roughness melting away.

“i’m sorry i didn’t shut her down faster,” he murmurs, stroking your back gently. “you’re the only girl i want. i love you so much.”

you cuddle closer, tracing his abs with your fingers.

“i’m sorry i got so jealous…” you murmurs.

he smiles and kisses you tenderly. “next time i’ll be clearer but damn… angry sex with you is something else.”

dixheuresdix, like and comment <3

[clara-a7]

PSG BOYS || 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙤𝙣

彡CONTIENT ; désiré doué, joâo neves, vitinha, warren zaire-emery, khvicha kvaratskhelia

彡WARNINGS ; fluff

彡SUMMARY ; how they celebrate champions league title with you

彡WORDS ; 2,5k

彡DISCLAIMER ; !Everything written here is FICTITIOUS, english isn't my first language!

彡AUTHOR'S NOTE ; i enjoyed writing this and I hope you'll like it! let me know if you'd like to read more fics about PSG players!

⤷Désiré Doué

When you finally step onto the pitch, the first thing you do is look for Désiré. Among the crowd of players, photographers, journalists, and staff members, it seems almost impossible to find anyone, but it only takes you a few seconds to spot him.

He’s surrounded by cameras trying to capture every possible angle of him with the Champions League trophy, a huge smile spread across his face. He looks completely at ease, completely happy, like he’s exactly where he’s meant to be, enjoying every second of it because this is his moment.

You stay off to the side for a while, just watching him, even taking a few pictures yourself like the proud girlfriend you are, because it’s not every day that your boyfriend wins the Champions League.

At some point, he notices you. His eyes immediately find yours through the crowd and a smile appears on his lips as he shakes his head in amusement, realizing you’ve been secretly taking photos of him.

He stands up, carefully places the trophy back on the ground, and motions for you to come over.

“Bébé, come here!” he calls, and you don’t hesitate for even a second before joining him.

The moment you reach him, his hand settles naturally on your waist, pulling you against his side like it’s instinct.

For nearly fifteen minutes, the two of you do nothing but take pictures together. Désiré doesn’t even try to hide how much he enjoys it, especially with you there beside him.

You take dozens of photos, laughing the entire time, and in one of them you’re both holding the trophy together, except it’s much heavier than expected and you almost lose your grip.He immediately laughs, sliding his hands over yours and wrapping his fingers around them to steady it.

“Careful, baby,” he says softly, as the trophy ends up resting between both of your hands, his chest lightly pressed against your shoulder while photographers capture the moment.

In another photo, he places his sunglasses on your face before carefully taking off his winner’s medal and hanging it around your neck, his arm never once leaving your waist.

Sometimes his thumb absentmindedly rubs your hip while the cameras keep flashing around you, but he doesn’t care. His smile stays soft and victorious, his eyes filled with a thousand emotions at once, the pride of achieving his dream, of making his family proud, of making his fans proud but most of all, the happiness of sharing it all with you.

Later, once the celebrations have calmed down a bit, Désiré spends a long time scrolling through all the photos of the two of you in the dressing room. Eventually, he finds his favorite: a picture of you both smiling with the trophy between you.

Without overthinking it, he posts it on his Instagram story with the caption “mon cœur,” simple but enough to instantly melt your heart, because it perfectly captures a moment neither of you will ever forget.

⤷Joâo Neves

After the final whistle, while celebrating with his teammates, João has been looking for you the entire time. Even as the stadium shakes under the noise of it all, his eyes keep scanning the crowd, searching for you.

Then it happens when you’re finally allowed onto the pitch, the second you step into view, his gaze locks onto your silhouette and everything else disappears. His smile breaks wider instantly, softer in a way only you ever get to see.

“Princesa!” he calls, his voice cutting effortlessly through the chaos, and before you can even fully react, he’s already running straight toward you.

You barely have time to laugh before he reaches you and crashes into you with full force, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he pulls you against his chest like he never wants to let go. His chin rests on top of your head, and he kisses your hair once, then again, like he’s been waiting the entire match just for this moment. You whisper how proud you are of him, of everything he’s achieved at such a young age, and instead of answering, he simply pulls back just enough to press soft kisses to your cheeks, one after another, unable to hide how overwhelmed and happy he is.

For a moment, it’s just you in his arms while everything continues around you. Even then, he doesn’t let go properly. One arm stays around your shoulders as he keeps you tucked against his side, guiding you through the crowd toward the PSG supporters.

His teammates immediately start teasing him, calling him “loverboy,” which only makes him laugh while he still refuses to let go of you.

And as you walk beside him, you can’t help but look at him more than anything else the soft features that make him look even younger up close, the freckles catching the stadium lights, the tiredness behind his happiness and you feel an overwhelming sense of pride, not just for what he’s won, but for him.

⤷Warren Zaire-Emery

You’re in the stands, surrounded by fans screaming with pure joy as Arsenal miss the penalty that seals PSG’s victory.

The whole stadium erupts. You’re jumping with everyone around you, laughing, shouting, barely able to believe what you’re seeing. Across the pitch, players are running in every direction, some collapsing into teammates’ arms, others disappearing under celebrations, but Warren doesn’t move at first.

For a few seconds, he just stands there, chest rising and falling as he stares around the stadium, trying to process everything the noise, the lights, the supporters, the reality that PSG have actually done it.

Then suddenly he turns and starts running. Not toward the teammates, not toward the cameras, not even toward his fans, but straight toward you.

He sprints across the pitch like pure adrenaline is carrying him forward, weaving through staff, players, and security without slowing down. The moment you realize where he’s going, you push yourself against the barrier as far as you can, squeezed between celebrating supporters and overwhelmed security guards trying to hold everyone back.

“Warren!” you shout, your voice breaking between laughter and tears.

“You did it!”

He hears you instantly. Of course he does. His head snaps up the second your voice reaches him, and within seconds he’s there, reaching the barrier, crashing straight into your arms. His forehead presses against your chest, his arms locking tightly around your waist as he holds onto you like he needs it to understand what’s happening.

For a moment, he doesn’t move or speak, just breathes you in while trying to ground himself after everything. You can feel him shaking slightly, overwhelmed by joy and disbelief all at once.

Behind him, his teammates realize he has completely disappeared, shouting and laughing as they point toward the stands.

You gently brush the damp curls from his forehead, and he finally looks up at you, his expression soft and his eyes are bit red.

“Go celebrate,” you tell him gently, but he immediately shakes his head.

“No.” You laugh.

“Warren.”

“No,” his answer comes just as quickly the second time, earning another laugh from you while the poor security guard beside you looks increasingly stressed by the entire situation.

Reluctantly, he leans forward and presses a quick kiss against your forehead before finally letting go.

And throughout the entire ceremony, he keeps his eyes on you.

Later, once families are finally allowed onto the pitch, Warren finds you almost immediately. Before you can even congratulate him properly, he’s already taking his medal from around his neck and placing it around yours instead. When you try to protest, he simply shakes his head and leaves it there.

From that moment on, he barely leaves your side. One arm stays around your shoulders as he pulls you into photos, celebrations, and conversations with his teammates. Even with the trophy finally in his hands, he keeps looking over at you with the same disbelieving smile, as if he still can’t quite believe any of this is happening.

⤷Vitinha

He should be running around with the others, jumping, singing, celebrating with the fans.

Instead, when you finally step onto the pitch, you notice he’s moving a little slower than everyone else. The season has been long, and you can see it now. In the way he walks, in the tiredness on his face, in the way he pauses between celebrations just to catch his breath.

After everything he gave this season, his body is finally feeling it. But the smile never leaves his face. Every time a teammate hugs him or he looks at the trophy or hears the fans singing, it only gets bigger.

Then his eyes find yours, and his smile softens instantly. Not the one he’s been giving the cameras all night, but the one that’s only for you. Without thinking, you start running toward him.

You don’t care about anything around you, you just want to reach him. The second he sees you coming, his arms open right away.

You reach him and nearly crash into him, and he laughs softly while steadying you, one hand on your back and the other around your waist. “I’m proud of you,” you whisper against his shoulder, holding him tight.

“You were the best player on the pitch.”

For a moment, he doesn’t answer. He just holds you closer, like he’s finally letting go of everything he’s been carrying all season.

When he pulls back slightly, his forehead rests against yours and his eyes close for a second.

“I just needed you here, meu amor.” he admits quietly. Your heart melts instantly. One of your hands goes to his cheek, and he leans into it without thinking.

From that moment on, he stays close to you the entire night, never really leaving your side. Every now and then, when everything becomes a little too overwhelming or when the pain and exhaustion catch up with him, he leans into you slightly, using your presence to calm himself and take a moment to breathe, like you're the only stable thing in the chaos around him.

⤷ Khvicha Kvaratskhelia

During the celebrations on the pitch, most of your time is spent trying to find Khvicha, or at least trying to keep track of him.

Every time you spot him, a few seconds later he’s somewhere else; hugging teammates, running toward the fans, taking pictures with the trophy before disappearing again.

He’s everywhere at once, completely carried away by the excitement, and watching him makes you smile because he looks so happy, almost like a child living the best day of his life.

Eventually, you stop trying to follow him, knowing he’ll find you again anyway.

You spend time talking with other families, enjoying the chaos and laughter around you, until suddenly something is placed over your shoulders. You look down and immediately recognize it:

a Georgian flag.

You smile instantly because there is only one person who would do that. Before you can even turn around, two arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you back against a familiar chest.

“You were looking for me?” Khvicha teases, his voice close to your ear.

You laugh. “You don’t stay still for one second.”

His arms tighten briefly before he finally lets you turn around, and when you do, you see him slightly out of breath, hair messy, medal hanging crookedly around his neck.

For the first time all evening, he actually looks still. He leans down and presses a long kiss to your temple, and you stay like that for a moment, just enjoying the calm in the middle of everything.

But it doesn’t last long, because this is Khvicha.

A few seconds later he’s already taking your hand and pulling you forward.

“Khvicha, what are you doing?” you laugh.

He grins. “The party just started.”

And before you can protest, he’s already dragging you back into the celebrations, completely full of energy again,

like the night is only getting started.

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© clara-a7 - all rights reserved.

[karivinga]

jobe with a sanrio obsessed girlfriend

jobe bellingham x black!female reader // imagine

warnings: fluff, jealous!jobe

taglist: @luckycrystal @dixheuresdix @ab20567 @sexychickenmagnet -> let me know if you want to be tagged in the comments

author's note: this was requested by many people from this poll

-> 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

"come on jobeee, it's only my melody."

jobe groaned. "why? you already have enough of that stuff."

you huffed, as you tried persuading jobe to buy you another sanrio plushie. i think he's already aware of your obsession....

you then grab his arm, trying to get his attention. 

"well, don't you love me??" you ask pouting.

jobe shakes his head, sighing. man was stressingggg

"[name] what does MY love for you got to do with this?" 

you shrugged. "bro i don't know, i just really want one, the pillow looks so comfortable to rest onn"

"uhm, aren't i comfortable to rest on?"

he furrowing his eyebrows. you didn't answer, instead you laughed about it. he's so adorable.

"are you jealous baby?" you teased, whilst your fingers brushed against his wrist.

"i'm not mate, i just don't want you to be 'comfortable' with those sanrio whatever plushies when you have me."

he mumbles the last part, resting his face onto your neck. i think you heard him.

"oh so you are jealous." you giggled again.

jobe ignores your comment and just drags you away from your desk to your bed, pulling you towards his chest 

"wait- this feels so warm" you say, snuggling up to him.

he leaves a kiss on your forehead, tightening his arms around you.

"next time, always use me as your pillow, you don't need them." jobe says moving one of your plushies away.

and now, you've finally gotten your own boyfriend as a pillow.

© karivinga 2026  — do not translate, copy/steal my works .ᐟ

[karivinga]

heyyy could you do a désiré one please

bf!dèsirè hcs:

dèsirè douè x reader // dating hcs

warnings: fluff

taglist: @luckycrystal @dixheuresdix @ab20567 @sexychickenmagnet -> let me know if you want to be tagged in the comments

author's note: thank you so much for requesting! lmk who i should do next in my inbox

-> 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

bf!dèsirè loves to come travelling with you to different countries and cities.

he probably wants you guys to go to a more secluded area, as your relationship is private, but although not a secret

at the start of the relationship, bf!dèsirè had always felt awkward around at first, worrying about you being uncomfortable around him, but as the relationship progresses, he starts to feel more relaxed and calm around you

especially after winning the champions league, he became more inlove with you, you're his no1 cheerleader !!! ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა

bf!dèsirè will take you out to the mall alot, to shop for new clothes and accessories for both of you.

bf!dèsirè will most likely force you dance with him anywhere in the house,

guess what? bf!dèsirè also loves to hear the gossip you bring home to him — he's invested ✌🏽

"omg, so she slept with her boyfriend and the guy ended up dumping her afterwards???"

"pftt she probably deserved it, she's a ho." this literally made you laugh.

yes..... dèsirè does learn words that you say almost everyday

bf!dèsirè would crack jokes with you for HOURS. he's so silly aswell

prepare for pillow fights, he wont let you escape that easily!

dèsirè with a high maintenance girlfriend? he would absolutely love it if his partner enjoys taking care of theirself.

bf!dèsirè always asks questions about the products you use, making sure they don't accidentally cause him to break out!

by the way, dèsirè analyises your makeup routine a bit too deep — dont ask me how 😭🙏🏽

bf!dèsirè regularly takes you out on dates so that you can see eachother more often before he's away for away matches.

speaking of away matches, bf!dèsirè always brings home souvenirs for you, just to show his appreciation for your love

© karivinga 2026  — do not translate, copy/steal my works .ᐟ

[karivinga]

— PRINCESS TREATMENT ❤︎

lewis hamilton ❀ headcanon

synopsis: how lewis spoils you as his partner

𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡: n/a

lh44 x female reader — fluff, obsessive lewis

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

lewis is a gentleman. he would even spend THOUSANDS on you. his money is yours too sis.

most definitely taking you to any luxury stores you like: fenti, channel, cartier .... you name it!!! he adors it when you try on new things

"lewis does this look good?"

"amazing babe, let's check out then."

lewis is definitely giving you dozens of compliments everyday because he finds you beautiful more than anything in this world.

he would open car doors for you, making sure you get out of the car safe.

does extra chores in the house, when he thinks you're tired doing so.

when lewis sees you sleeping on that couch whilst waiting for him to come home, he carries you upstairs to your bedroom to place you down and to give a sweet goodnight kiss

"good night my love"

i think lewis is big on PDA, he loves resting his hand on your back – just to reassure you that he's still there. be prepared for soft hand and forehead kisses, and lots of hand holding in public

speaking of that, lewis would be overprotective! 😅 boy wants to make sure that you're okay at all times. he  would adjust your jacket and tie your shoes laces up for you, just so you're careful when outside – classy move.

if your name was ever mentioned negatively in an interview, he would defend you no matter what the issue. he doesn't give 2 shits about what people say about you guys relationship. you love eachother and that's all that matters.

when he comes to see you after race weekend, he often brings you flowers when he comes visit your home.

you guys would most likely have a long distance relationship, i could imagine him also sending you motivational morning text messages before you head to work to help you with stress. ilhsm🫶🏽 

lewis occasionally takes you out to go to your favourite restaurants, whether it's fast food or a fancy ass place, he doesn't care, he just wants to do everything you liike

you 2 would go on late night drives at 2AM in the morning if you both can't sleep during the niggt. lewis would also love to listen to your rambling, he loves to hear your thoughts. 

lewis loves holding you when you sleep on his chest

if you were sick, lewis would make sure you slept well, ate and drank water. he'll take care of everything girl – he would even massage your shoulders if you were having a bad day

lewis is doing this because he loves you. you're everything to him. it doesn't matter if you guys argue or never, he's very obsessed with you — he wants to be with you forever. what would he do without you in his life?

well, lets wait and see once you have a ring on your finger very soon .... (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

note: im back temporary but, i have exams VERY soon next week and i'm trying to prepare for the next month. i wanted to start writing for lewis now because i will be busy very soon and hopefully i can try writing for requests and more stuff very soon. i will be back in june. thank you guys for 90 followers i will do a qna very soon (ᐢ ܸ. .ܸ ᐢ)♡

© karivinga 2026  — do not translate, copy/steal my works .ᐟ

[karivinga]

does anyone have any website recommendations for modest outfits/dresses like these 3??

i'm trying to be more modest nowadays especially when i go out because when i saw these on pin, i was so like '😦🤩'

[karivinga]

i also need perfume recommendations that are sweet/vanilla scented, i hate strong smells!

[karivinga]

does anyone have any website recommendations for modest outfits/dresses like these 3??

i'm trying to be more modest nowadays especially when i go out because when i saw these on pin, i was so like '😦🤩'

[karivinga]

i was thinking of doing more lewis fics again, what should i do?

imagine

headcanon

Remaining time: 2 days 12 hours

[karivinga]

this upcoming biology exam got me fucked upppp.

[wintrrxxo]

Random but the other day I said I'd do a perfume post for the girlies so here it is. ♡

This is listed from left to right, btw.

Also, I prefer sweet smelling (vanilla, amber, things like that) / lightly floral scents. I don't like musky or like manlier smelling perfumes, so if that's your thing, you probably won't like these ones.

I'll also rate them, but I'm not really gonna try to explain what they smell like cause I'm terrible at explaining things.

1. Lattafa- Her Confession (9/10)

2. Lattafa Yara the vanilla one (10/10 goes well as a base for other perfumes)

3. Bright Crystal by Versace (5/10 ehh, it's alright probably won't buy it again)

4. Daisy Love by Marc Jacobs (10/10 probably one of my favs very girly and pretty)

5. Daisy by Marc Jacobs (9/10 smells really good but a bit more floral than daisy love)

6. Paradoxe by Prada (10/10 smells good. Bit of a more mature smelling scent if that makes sense. Paradoxe Intense is also really good)

7. Vanilla Billie Eilish perfume (10/10. Ngl, I didn't like it when I first put it on, but over time, it smells good and lasts a really long time)

8. Alien Hypersense by Mugler (8/10 another more mature smelling perfume and not as sweet as the others but still good)

9. Fever by Jimmy Choo (100/10 probably my favorite and I get complimented every single time I wear it)

10. Vanilla Flowers by Fenty Beauty (10/10 another good base)

11. I Want Choo by Jimmy Choo (10/10 I want to get the full sized bottle)

12. The two tiny ones are perfumes from squishmallow lol they actually smell really good though (9/10)

13. Green Stravaganza by Valentino (9/10)

Honestly, I like majority of Jimmy Choo perfumes, and Juicy Couture also has a lot of good perfumes.

Also, side note: Perfumes can smell different depending on who wears them cause of body chemistry and stuff, so just cause you like how something smells on someone else doesn't mean you'll like it on yourself. ♡

[karivinga]

"michael olise to real madrid"

like please perez leave michael alone 🙏🏽

[dixheuresdix]

chapter 10.

michael olise x f!reader

in which . . . she tweets on him with her secret account while being a famous model.

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yn.ln: hey

i don’t really know what to say

but i’m sorry about tonight

m.olise: yeah

yn.ln: :(

m.olise: it’s fine

yn.ln: liar

m.olise: 😂

yn.ln: you don’t have to pretend

m.olise: just annoying

worst timing for a bad match

yn.ln: one bad match doesn’t suddenly erase how good you are

m.olise: twitter disagrees

yn.ln: twitter also thinks the earth is flat sometimes

m.olise: fair point

yn.ln: i know it hurts though

m.olise: yeah

yn.ln: i hated seeing you look sad after the whistle

m.olise: didn’t exactly plan on losing

yn.ln: i know and for what it’s worth i still think you played okay

m.olise: you don’t have to lie to make me feel better

yn.ln: okay maybe not your best game ever

but i still felt bad for you

m.olise: thanks

yn.ln: ppl online are dramatic anyway

m.olise: that includes you btw

yn.ln: not tonight

m.olise: you’re nice

yn.ln: don’t get used to it

m.olise: too late maybe

yn.ln: stop

m.olise: sorry

yn.ln: are you with the team right now

m.olise: on the bus

yn.ln: sounds miserable

m.olise: little bit

yn.ln: have you eaten at least

m.olise: no appetite

yn.ln: michael

m.olise: i’ll eat later

yn.ln: promise?

m.olise: promise

yn.ln: okay

m.olise: you watched the game?

yn.ln: obviously

m.olise: thought football was boring

yn.ln: not when you’re involved unfortunately

m.olise: 🤣🤣

yn.ln: i was nervous the whole match actually

m.olise: why

yn.ln: because i wanted you to win

m.olise: that’s kinda cute

yn.ln: this is a vulnerable moment don’t flirt with me

m.olise: sorry sorry

yn.ln: are you okay though genuinely

m.olise: i will be

yn.ln: do you want me to call you

m.olise: maybe

yn.ln: okay

m.olise: you sure?

yn.ln: yes

i can distract you from football misery for at least five minutes yk

m.olise: impossible task

yn.ln: wow rude

m.olise: but i’d still like the call

yn.ln: okay then

m.olise: what

yn.ln: what if hearing my voice annoys you

m.olise: i don’t think that’ll happen

yn.ln: confidence

m.olise: just call me before i change my mind

yn.ln: oh so now you’re threatening me

m.olise: little bit

yn.ln: fine

yn.ln: don’t laugh if i sound nervous

m.olise: no promises

masterlist.

dixheuresdix.

[osulawrites]

What ab the reader and Michael are cuddling in bed (nothing explicit) and he’s acting sooo clingy to her and shes like Michael you have training and he’s like I don’t wanna gooooo as he mumbles it in the crook of her neck. And she’s like ‘Michael.’ Then he’s like ‘okay okay five more minutes

Five more minutes

Fluff

Michael olise x f!reader

The alarm goes off at exactly 7:00 a.m.

Neither of you move.

Well.

You try to.

Unfortunately, Michael Olise has practically attached himself to you sometime during the night.

One arm around your waist.

One leg thrown over yours.

Face buried in the crook of your neck.

Completely impossible to escape.

"Michael."

A sleepy hum is your only response.

"The alarm."

"Mhm."

"You have training."

"Mhm."

You wait.

Nothing happens.

He somehow manages to hold you even closer.

"Michael."

"I know."

His voice is muffled against your neck.

"You should get up."

"No."

You laugh quietly.

"No?"

"No."

Michael's arms tighten around your waist slightly.

Like he's worried you might actually leave if he loosens his grip.

"Training will still be there tomorrow."

"That's not how training works."

"I think it is."

"You literally play football for a living."

"Unfortunately."

You can hear the smile in his voice.

A few moments pass.

The room is still warm and quiet.

The rain taps softly against the window outside.

Honestly?

You understand why he doesn't want to move.

It's comfortable.

Too comfortable.

Still.

"Michael."

"No."

"Michael."

He groans dramatically into your shoulder.

"You say my name like a disappointed teacher."

"Because you're acting like one of my students."

That finally gets a laugh out of him.

A sleepy one.

The kind that only happens when he's barely awake.

Then silence again.

You assume he's fallen back asleep.

Until—

"I don't wanna go."

The words come out completely muffled against your neck.

You smile immediately.

"You're twenty-four."

"And?"

"You sound five."

"I feel five."

You laugh and gently run your fingers through his curls.

That definitely doesn't help.

If anything, he moves even closer.

Which shouldn't be physically possible.

Yet somehow Michael manages it.

"You're making this difficult."

"Good."

"Michael."

This time he lifts his head slightly.

His eyes are still half-closed.

Hair completely messy.

Looking far softer than the calm, unreadable footballer everyone else knows.

"Okay."

You raise an eyebrow.

"Okay?"

"Okay."

A pause.

Then:

"Five more minutes."

"There it is."

"What?"

"The negotiation."

Michael smiles lazily before dropping his head back onto your shoulder.

"Five."

"You said that ten minutes ago."

"This is a new five."

"That's not a thing."

"It is today."

You shake your head while laughing quietly.

For someone who's normally so calm and composed, he's surprisingly clingy first thing in the morning.

Especially on training days.

A few moments later, you feel him relax completely against you.

Almost asleep again.

"Michael."

"No."

"You promised."

A dramatic sigh.

The biggest sigh you've ever heard.

Then finally, after another minute, he sits up.

Slowly.

Like getting out of bed is the hardest thing he's ever done.

"This is terrible."

"You'll survive."

"Debatable."

You laugh as he stands and stretches.

But before leaving the room, he walks back over to the bed.

"What are you doing now?"

Instead of answering, Michael leans down and presses a quick kiss to your forehead.

Then another.

Just because.

"There."

"There what?"

"Now I can go."

You stare at him.

"You're ridiculous."

"Mhm."

Yet he's smiling as he finally heads for the door.

And somehow, despite all the complaining, you know he'll be counting the hours until he gets to come back and do it all over again. 🤍☁️✨

[karivinga]

guys omg, i was thinking of a senario (imagine) where reader asks aurèlièn to look after her son/daughter, while she goes to the grocery store or something but aurèlièn is scared of her kid not liking him, till they start to get along with eachother. should i make one after my hiatus???

#

yes

no

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