#💌 olive

[margaetyrell]

🕯🕯🕯 dwoht acoustic at eras manifestation circle 🕯🕯🕯

omg if only as a surprise song!!! but i doubt it honestly, the setlist it’s already perfect tho! plus 3h and almost 50 songs is an INSANE work to do every night?? idk how she’s going to manage that the rest of the tour but it’s pretty impressive

[captain-hawks]

what... what happens the first time you convince oliver to put a blindfold on...?

TASTE / oliver aiku x f!reader

— 1k, 18+ only, established relationship, blindfolds, lingerie, oral sex, squirting, oliver always wins

“You know, this sounded fun in theory,” you sigh as you climb onto the mattress, crawling toward where Oliver’s sitting blindfolded against the headboard. “But I have to admit, I’m sad I can’t see my favorite part of your face now.”

Oliver’s lips pull upward as you sink into his lap, though his hands remain obediently at his sides for the time being. “Then you’ll just have to be my eyes, won’t you?”

He leans in, his lips swiftly finding the shell of your ear with a precise ease that makes you shiver as he continues, “Show me what you’re wearing, sweetheart.”

It’s funny—how even now, when you should be the one that’s in control, it’s still your spine that’s arching for him under the heat of his breath and the deep rasp of his voice. Taking one of his hands in yours, you gently drag his fingertips over the delicate, sheer lace that covers your breasts. 

“This is new,” he murmurs before you can even say anything. 

You nod, though you quickly remember he can’t see and add, “Yes.”

His thumb ghosts over one of your nipples before sliding back to drag careful circles against the sensitive bud until it’s stiff beneath his touch.

“What color is it?”

Biting your lip, you try to stifle the whimper that crawls up your throat when he pinches your nipple, and he smirks—you can never get anything past him.  

“Guess.”

Oliver cups your sides just below the swell of your breasts with both hands, leaning in to mouth at your other neglected nipple through the lacey fabric of your bra. He takes his time, sucking until the fabric is damp and sticky with saliva. 

“Red,” he breathes out.

You blink, moaning softly when he slips a hand beneath the bra and drags his fingers over bare, supple skin. “How—”

You shouldn’t be surprised.

Oliver presses an open-mouthed kiss to your collarbone, dragging his nose against your skin, blindfold still firmly in place. “I just know you.”

Heat licks its way through your gut, and you inhale sharply. 

“These are new, too,” you tell him, directing his touch to the matching lace that hugs your hips. 

But this—

Oliver makes a thoughtful sound as he splays both large hands against your hip bones, eyebrows shooting up beneath the mask as his fingers slide further back.

“Oh?” he chokes out.

You bite your lower lip, smiling triumphantly at having finally caught him off guard. “Well, I thought I’d make things a little easier.”

His hands rove the globes of your ass, fingertips pressing into the bare skin where the fabric of your panties should be (crotchless bottoms had seemed appropriate for the occasion). 

Forehead leaning into yours, Oliver whispers against your lips, “You’re cruel.”

“Am I?”

He nods, tongue sliding against your bottom lip from one end to the other. “I wanna see.”

Fingers carding into the green hair that rests against the nape of his neck, you tug at it. “Use your imagination.”

Oliver’s chin tilts upward as you pull his hair even harder, and he grins. “I have a better idea.”

Between one breath and the next, you suddenly find yourself pinned beneath Oliver’s large form and your rumpled sheets. And really, it should come as no surprise—the familiarity with which he navigates the shape of your body horizontally beneath his own. The way he doesn’t need his eyes to guide his hands and mouth from the column of your neck to the swell of your breasts, from your belly button down to the heat between your thighs. 

Your heart hammers in your chest.

He spreads your legs, humming in satisfaction when the pads of his fingers once again find the hole in the lace that leaves your wet cunt exposed. 

“Being blindfolded is supposed to enhance your other senses, yeah?” He asks, a hint of amusement in his voice, as if he can feel the way your muscles are already tensed with anticipation.

“Yeah, that’s why you were supposed to sit there and be good and let me give you a blow—”

You cut yourself off with a moan of surprise as Oliver buries his face between your legs, eagerly dragging his tongue through your dripping folds. 

“Oliver,” you gasp, your fingers gripping the sheets as he groans against your pussy, nose pushing into your clit while he shoves his tongue into your tight hole. 

He laps at your cunt with fervor, his own hips grinding downward into the mattress. Pleasure ripples through you at a reckless pace, the only thing keeping your body from wildly bucking upward off of the mattress being the firm pressure of Oliver’s hands against your hips. 

“You taste so fucking good,” he pants, his plush lips and dark stubble glistening with your sticky arousal. 

Taste.

Your tight walls spasm, your whines of pleasure at odds with the filthy, wet sounds of him tongue-fucking your soaked pussy.

“Come on my tongue,” he groans, two fingers rubbing against your swollen clit. “Let me feel it.”

It’s a wonder how the blindfold’s still in place, you think to yourself. Your last coherent thought before Oliver stuffs two thick fingers into your cunt. And he doesn’t need to see anything to know how to curl them inside of you, where to apply pressure as he sucks and licks and—

You explode with a burst of white-hot pleasure from the inside out, and clear liquid sprays from your pussy as you ride out your blistering climax on his fingers and tongue.

It’s only once your body’s stopped trembling that Oliver pushes the blindfold up on top of his head, grinning brazenly as he uses his hand to wipe away the evidence of you squirting all over his face—only to pointedly hold your gaze while he drags his tongue from the heel of his palm to the tip of his middle finger.

Still breathing hard, you shake your head. “You cheated.”

“I make my own rules.” Oliver shrugs innocently, twirling the blindfold on a finger, eyes sparkling with mirth. “Now can I see these from the back?”

[buggybambi]

Okay so i had this idea! Imagine reader like fainting at work or getting injured in some way and Carmen rushing to her :'-) he'd be so sweet about taking care of her!!

oh my gosh STOP AHHH!! okay. hear me out on this:

it's late. carmen and richie are the only ones still in the bear, handling the cleanup for that night after a busy dinner rush. carmy can feel the exhaustion in his bones, so much so he ignores his "never answer an unknown number" rule (he totally has one of those in my mind) when his phone rings. he barely double checks the caller id before he's pressing the phone up to his ear while he scrubs down the tomato sauce soaked counters. "'ello?" his voice is heavy with exhaustion.

"hi, is this-" "maddie, give me the phone." he can hear your voice in the background. there's a bit of a ruffling before you speak into the phone again.

"baby? you okay?" carm's voice is on alert, he can tell from the heavy exhale you let out before you speak something's up. "no. i kinda- i fainted, and maddie won't let me drive myself home." your voice is soft, and it breaks his heart to hear the tone.

"i'm comin', okay? just stay there. i love you." he's hanging up the phone and throwing the keys at richie as he runs into his office. he grabs his coat and keys. "i gotta go. lock up for me, cousin!" he yells at richie, running out the back door, leaving richie standing there with the keys in his hand, wondering what the fuck just happened.

he breaks more than a few traffic laws to get to your work office, walking in. he sees a co-worker holding an ice pack on your head while you sit on top of your desk. he walks over to you, and ugh his first instinct would so be to wrap his jacket around your shoulders.

"are you okay?" is his first question. nothing else matters until he knows you're alright.

you insist you can walk to the car and he's either carrying you bridal style or he's letting you lean on him as he gets you into the car. he'd drive you home and he would watch you like a hawk. he'd make you your favorite meals, make sure you take some medicine, he'd cuddle you or he'd give you space if you needed because this man is the textbook definition of world's best boyfriend like- ugh.

[songbirdmunson]

Something about Steve in the scoops ahoy uniform just… does something to me. If you catch my drift.

He looks so good in it, it should be illegal

[yan-heta]

YANDERE 2P ENGLAND ALPHABET (OLD)

★ NOTE ;;

— I may or may not rewrite this. This is old writing from my main blog, so expect a change of writing styles if someone were to ever request for me to rewrite this.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Oliver is a sucker for affection. By far, one of the clingiest of the 2p's. Love always gave him mixed feelings. He does not understand how people are able to love, but he would support them! Yet, how could one love? It's sometimes disgusting, absolutely nauseating; people getting too romantic, too sappy, too... revolting. As he met you, though, he starts to feel emotions stirring, bubbling like a brew. Oh, how treacherous! Now he felt as if all his thoughts were blinded by his delusion of love. Why must he feel his skin melting? His tooth aching by how sweet you feel? A fool for sweets, he wants more, to choke and rot by how tempting your lips are, how tempting to feel your hair by his hands. He just wants to feel every part of you, treat you like his God, and him, your worshipper.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He was already messy before meeting you, now he wants to give gifts from the blood he had shed. Giving your lover something you value is something of courting, right? Then you must love his special cupcakes made of love! By love, he means physically and emotionally; he means a human heart is a product of his solution. He won't tell you how he made it, but he loves when your eyes sparked interest in his creations. It made a sick grin plaster his face, masked by good. Perish the thought of how what you ate was your best friend, he'll be there for you instead, ready to comfort you when you come crying into his pastry shop, blubbering about how you miss them, how they all of a sudden disappeared. But cupid's arrow has him swerving in joy; you depend on him! Of course sacrificing your friend was worth it!

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

No mocking! He's ecstatic, filled to the brim with overwhelming madness mixed with elation. "Oh, poppet! I waited so long for this to happen! I love you! Love-love-love you!" He would chirp, sounding like an overjoyed child. His distorted sense of affection made him rush over you, who was chained to a bedpost, and embrace you into his warmth. How he misses you after waiting one day just to find the perfect time to abduct you. He'll be none the crueler to you. Of course, his God would have the best treatment, the best of everything, so he would try to be perfect for you.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

His lack of personal space made him quite needy for every bit of your time. Unlike 2p France, your space would be invaded by him. In his eyes, it's solely meant to be like it, where two lovers are always together, acting romantic, and sappy, albeit before meeting you, he was repulsed by the idea. Love truly does change someone. Before abducting you, he would always be in his bed, biting his fingers while fantasizing about you, how nice it would be to feel your skin. He'd manifest that now he was with you, and you need not have to even do any self-care when he was controlling your life, while constantly praising you.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Each bit of his heart is yours! Coming home after meetings, he would rant to you about his life, reveal himself, might I add, even expose his criminal records, and even the fact that he is a country, immortal, too. The shock on you after the confrontation would have him giggling for the rest of his day while happily cuddling you. He'll even show you his freckles, which he'd been hiding for long, if you'd like. Every night, he would tell of stories in his past, of how he had past lovers, and how they never seemed to please him, how they make him disgusted at their behavior, yet as he met you, he said; it was the first time he felt butterflies, the first time his knees felt weak, the first time his heart beating so fast, it felt like it would jump off.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

"Awww, darling!" He does not mind it, in fact, he sometimes convinces you to do so! It proves he needs to be better for you, and he'd take that criticism, no worries! All he sees it as exposure from the true you, it's like telling him he needs to change and he would do so cheekily for you to like him back. Once you show less of a fight, would he feel content with himself acting "perfect" and unflawed just for you. Just make sure you would not have that colorful language! Swearing hits a nerve and he'd cry, globs of tears falling off his freckled face as he holds his, begging to not say those words. Once you do, though, it would crack more cries, he would physically hurt himself once you start swearing up and down.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

The only game in his eyes are the games he plays with his victims once they try as much to make you fall for them. For you, though, it is not a game. Maybe the process of making you fall for him is like a dating simulator, but you escaping? He'll be in denial, a constant state of self questioning once you escape. Why do you not love him? After he has you in his grasp again, he would not even let you go, crying on your chest, continuously asking "why". He's weak when it comes to you, so he would seek you reciprocating his hugs, seek your warmth and snuggle while also shedding tears.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

When he accidentally showed you his slaughterous way of preparing his pastries. His eyes held such cruel euphoria, one you have never seen before, as he butchered the poor souls into bite-able bits. He told you you weren't going to end up as food. No! But these pesky mortals would. Yet, as much of a nuisance they may be, he'd only pick the best flesh to feed you, to impress you. After all, if it makes your tummy full, it fills his heart with pleasure, aware that what he served you, pleased you. Ensuing peace after tears stained your cheeks, Oliver would kiss it away and read you bedtime stories as a way to distract you from those memories. It's your first time seeing such grotesque actions, of course he would reassure you that it would never happen again. That was a mistake on his part.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Just for a smile on your face, to enjoy his crafts, and maybe even help him with his pastry shop! He does not mind either way, as long as you submit to him, and let him praise you willingly! He vowed to love you with every single bit of his immortal love, once you say "I love you" back, he would be overridden with every feeling of glee, jumping up and down in every step as if he has been gifted with great news, which basically is for him. But he knows he has to accomplish it! Like his bakery, it gained popularity through hard earned work, his pastries taking sweat and blood (literally and figuratively) to perfection. Same with you! He needs to please you.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Indeed he does, and it happens every day, even after you were kidnapped. You show the slightest bit of interest that is not him, and he would be by your side, hands encasing your body, as he begs you to focus on him with an evident pout on his face. He'll even whine and cry dramatically if it means he would be your center of attention. Show interest in another man, and he may seem as if he is unbothered, but the pink swirls in his eyes means he's planning someone's death today. After they leave you two alone, he would be pleading. It's not your fault, but why? If he changes, would you love him? Oh, he guarantees he would.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Not afraid to have PDA. Every time, he is attached by your hip, a hand on a part of your body. He loves to cuddle, too, especially if he is the little spoon once you are willing. Adores sleeping with his neck buried in your face, as he could smell your scent, the shampoo he showered you with, prominent. He could get overboard and smooch your face many times, along with squeezing your body too much. At times, he loves to hold your body and trace every part with his fingers as he whispers what he loves about it. No part of you would be left insulted, instead it is praised.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

His offer of a pastry dish for free is his way. Anyone who is unaware of what he bakes always goes for more than seconds. They'd die to be in your place. Of course, when you offer to pay, he would shake his head and refuse. He says it's a treat for you as he appreciates you being a customer of his dainty place. Maybe even use your offer to pay to divert it into something like him saying he just wants to talk to you or so.  And why would you turn down the owner of the bakery who's so cheery and positive, who seems to hold no malice?

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Albeit seeming to act welcoming to everyone, he often tends to be less cruel, his colors more true and less forced. His smile holds genuine intent from seeing you. You're offered better privilege from him in his bakery, offered a better place to sit in, and his touches seem to last more on you. He also seems to be more lively, yet down-to-earth, as he has you. Almost as if he's living somewhat normal, somewhat alright- like a teenage boy who's in the process of falling in love, not some lunatic who chops people for fun.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Slaps on the wrist, interrogation, and him scolding you like a mother would do their daughter. He'll be pouty, but he tells you not to do "it" again because it may seriously harm you, and no one wants that. If you go too far, and he breaks down, then he'll maybe isolate you for some time with him. That is, you two are already isolated, but more likely you're stuck in the bedroom often.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Privacy. He'll sleep with you, take baths with you, have you attached to him most of the time. He knows you may be wary of him, but again, he means nothing bad! Just taking care of you, after all. He wants to know your every secret, so before he even abducts you, he has personal information on you. Now that he has you, he wants to hear you personally say your experience to him. That's what lovers do, they spend time together reliving memories, telling stories, yes?

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Depends. He'll be patient, but he'll also beg for you to love him already. For you to love him, it's a dream, his one main goal. So while it seems he would be patient, if you are on a streak of disinterest, then he'll slowly show you signs of impatience, either it'd be by whining more and getting more cuddly with you. Sometimes, he slips small signs of how he's waiting for you to submit.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No. He can't move on, he'll never move on. He'll even die, too! He's too emotionally dependent on you! How could he let go, he can't replace you, his life-source! He'll be drained of happiness, like he sees no value in life. He'll even let himself rot, he doesn't care. Nights of sorrowful yearning would turn into him planning to get you back, by magic. He's tempered with it all of the time. Oh, he'll get you back!

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He'll feel guilty if you're a bit homesick, but he feels like this is the best for you. He'll try to make your shared house feel more of yours, if it gives you a certain nostalgia. But once you settle in with him, then he'll let you go outside and be more independent, as long as you ask for permission, then it'd be no bother.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc.)?

Curiosity. He's never felt the feeling before, so of course, he would be curious on why you, of all people, make him feel giddy. But he accepts it. He'll observe you for a bit behind his counter while making pastries, let Flying Chocolate Bunny spy on you, and Ms. Fairy to stalk you home. They'd always tease him about his obvious fascination, but could he help it?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He'll do the same, too. It genuinely hurts him seeing you hurt. After all, who would want to see their lover cry? Mentally break? He loves you, would hold you once you cry, and let you cry as he does so, too. It's as if it's only the two of you, and it is. No isolating yourself, darling, he'll help you, you don't have to struggle yourself from even standing up. It really hurts him, but you have him, even if he might be the sole reason you are hurting yourself.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He's both delusional and self-aware. It fluctuates between days and his moods. He loves you, and he knows that kidnapping you is wrong, but it's right for you! It makes him wary of what you do, and so he could keep track of you without you leaving his bakery every so often, but at the same time, he knows why you feel insecure under his gaze. But he promises he means no bad! Sometimes, he manipulates you into thinking he is perfect, sometimes he breaks down for no reason. He has this idealization of what love truly is, similar to 1p France, where he must not force it, but at the same time, he fails to do so.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His people-pleasing type of behavior towards you. He's always ready to be at your command at times, so once you know how to manipulate him, then you could use him. But, even as he is easy to use at your disposal does not mean he is unaware of manipulation, as he is one himself. Yet, he'll still let you do anything to him, at the end, he will be sobbing once he realizes you still do not love him. Why are you torturing him like he's just some toy? He's trying! Just for you! "Oh, poppet, darling! Please! Please don't leave me! I'll do anything for you, just don't leave! Please!" You can't even comprehend what he says as he hiccups, choking in guilt and shame.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Oh, never! He'd rather die, than see you break, lose yourself. The best he could do is spike your drink with a love potion, but that's the last thing he'd do once he's between a fine line of breaking. It'd be easier to break him, than for him to taint your skin with a knife. Punishments are usually slaps on the wrists, or small threats of losing your privilege to easting more of his dishes. If he ever goes too far, though, he'll apologize every day, begging for your trust, pleading that he'll change, he'll never harm you again.

Xanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Very much. He'll be doing every order of yours, except escaping. Want someone to die? You have the right person to ask! New clothes? "Oh, my sweets, give me the details and I'll make sure you have it!" For him, people-pleasing helps with you liking him, and every step of the way is something he would endure to steal your heart. He adores you, worships you. You're insecure? He'll make sure to utter every praise in the book, comfort you. Avoid mirrors? Darling, he knows what it feels like to feel repulsive to your body. No worries, he won't force you to be uncomfortable! Anything for his beloved poppet.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Love is a process for him to undergo for about a long time, but he's under your spell after observing you in his pastry shop every day you visit. You're so cute, everything about you makes him captivated. At first, he thought it was attraction, fascination on his part, but the more you do anything, the more he falls behind the counter. He offers you his desserts for free before abducting you, giddy heart beating whenever you take a bite and compliment his cooking. Anything you do, really, makes him entranced. It takes long before he finds out it is love, he asked 2p France about it, too! And even the Frenchman guaranteed it was love, and he was certain, utterly certain, you are his soulmate after time of being in denial.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Oh no! He's delusional, he feels love must be slow, and sweet. You'll fall by nature, for him! Your eyes should not drift to other people, that's not how soulmates work! Albeit the fact that he has kidnapped you, fed you one of your kind, forced his affections, does not mean he would be doing something so sickening towards you! No, he would not even dare choke you, or litter your skin with scars. Your tears are not worth losing yourself, as that would make the man live with shame. You're his one true lover, his soul's only connection. If he broke you, he'll break himself, too.

[b1mbodoll]

pairings: oliver aiku x f! reader

warnings: dacryphilia + overstimulation + creampies

thinking abt oliver so hard rn. thinking ab how he pushes his cock deeper n deeper til you’re in tears and reaching a hand back to push at his abs because, “‘s too much, oli” but he just grabs your arm and uses it to pull you flush against his chest. and he doesnt stop thrusting, cant stop because he knows you love this just as much as he does. love when he’s so drunk off the feeling of your cunt milking him for all he’s worth that he truly cant stop fucking you. he always fucks you like his life depends on it but after a successful match he’s ten times worse. fills you up again n again and again because the adrenaline rushing through his veins leaves him insatiable and borderline feral. cant pull out til he’s shooting blanks and you’re nearly fucked unconscious <3

[sugarcandydoll]

thunder reminds me of nate jacobs ♡ rain reminds me of nate jacobs ♡ navy blue reminds me of nate jacobs ♡ men's cologne reminds me of nate jacobs ♡ cheekbones remind me of nate jacobs ♡ swords remind me of nate jacobs ♡ deers remind me of nate jacobs ♡ fresh laundry reminds me of nate jacobs ♡ afternoon naps remind me of nate jacobs ♡ veiny hands reminds me of nate jacobs ♡ bandaid reminds me of nate jacobs ♡ heroes remind me of nate jacobs ♡ cuddles remind me of nate jacobs ♡ drowning reminds me of nate jacobs ♡ babies reminds me of nate jacobs ♡ loneliness reminds me of nate jacobs ♡ policemen reminds me of nate jacobs ♡ stars remind me of nate jacobs ♡ crying reminds me of nate jacobs ♡ pickup trucks remind me of nate jacobs ♡ storms remind me of nate jacobs ♡ beer bottles reminds me of nate jacobs ♡ hugs remind me of nate jacobs ♡ prince charming reminds me of nate jacobs ♡ secrets remind me of nate jacobs ♡ steel reminds me of nate jacobs ♡ handsome strangers remind me of nate jacobs ♡ the ocean reminds me of nate jacobs ♡ grey sweatpants remind me of nate jacobs ♡ dreams remind me of nate jacobs ♡ wind reminds me of nate jacobs ♡ silence reminds me of nate jacobs ♡ blueberries remind me of nate jacobs ♡ long drives remind me of nate jacobs ♡ safety reminds me of nate jacobs ♡ showers remind me of nate jacobs ♡ the cosmos reminds me of nate jacobs ♡ holding hands remind me of nate jacobs ♡ dubio on ice reminds me of nate jacobs ♡ skiing reminds me of nate jacobs ♡ sapphires remind me of nate jacobs ♡ the sky reminds me of nate jacobs ♡

[achilles-rage]

https://www.tumblr.com/achilles-rage/765276010054909952

I wonder what other tattoos he has that they didn’t want us to see bc the cover is up so high 😭

well

i did a deep dive, and it seems like a few little ones

in this one there’s a couple on his right side

and here there’s a word on his left that says “hordearii” which is so odd and idk why he has that tattooed?? (it’s a latin word for gladiators, meaning “barely eaters”??)

[konoyo-loadiing]

I got my own little pjsk headcanon for you!!

Ichika, Saki, Mizuki, and Rui all hang out and watch all of CBBC on the weekends. Saki gets to catch up on stuff she never saw when in the hospital, and the others get to watch their favourite shows with each other!

They love ed and oucho, Blue peter, and Odd squad a lot :33

and they hate show me what ur made of bc that show sucks

i have a shuffle au of these 4 in a group and their original band name was gonna be “The Stacey Dooley Haters” and rn I’m unsure if they went with that.

[diwns]

📩 Random simblr CAS prompt of the day: Pick your favorite sim couple (if you don’t have a couple, your favorite sim is fine) what would they wear for a date?

mom & dad in date night attire✨

[kakujis]

HELOOO BUT I THOUGHT OF SOEMTHING… (for us to indulge in togtehr)

no but imagine GIVING AIKUU BLOWJOBS.. bec he’d be in trance. I DONT THINK HE EVER GETS BLOWED… PLEASE I WANNA LOVE HIM AND LEAVE HIM LIKE THAT…. its oli’s biggest game and you show up 20 minutes before in the lockerroom. everyone’s just staring at you. and aiku is the one most surprised. bec you didnt call.. you never call most of teh times. just show up expecting him to take you in. and veryone leaves you two alone. before he can even say a thing. you hvae pinned on the wall. your hands sliding around his crotch.. rubbing him playfully.

“Listen.. y/n i can’t do- do this rn.. we can’t fu-fuck”

“I am not here to get fucked Aiku… i am here to boost your luck”

he is unsure what you mean, but youre pulling his shorts down and on your knees… he IS DEFINITELY GETTING LUCKY AFTER THAT. and you’re riding him after he brings home that victory….

IM SWEATING LIKE A WHORE IN CHURCH BYE FIKSKXKWSKDKKSDK. ughhhh he probably thinks you’re so pretty when you loll your tongue out to show him his seed that drips slowly down your chin and when you swallow, chirping, “all done!” before pressing one more kiss to his shaft. “see you later, mmkay?” wiping it off, and making sure to lick your fingers clean before you lean in to whisper, “make sure you win so i can congratulate u later♡︎”

[captain-hawks]

Wait hold on there was a mention of an I'll Be Home For Christmas Trope for Oliver, I would like to request elaboration pls thnx

situationship!oliver who's unintentionally making it more and more difficult to view what you're doing through a casual scope.

who switches morning flights to afternoon ones because your bed's too comfortable when he wakes up. who laughs when you tell him he's going to miss his uber while he's making you breakfast. who forgot a jersey at your place once and has yet to take it back. who texts you from the locker room before matches and calls you after tough losses.

but it's sobering for your weak heart—the way tabloids and pap photos and social media remind you again and again that the pro footballer will never be yours. that he wouldn’t want to be.

(he likes you, likes this, because it's casual. that's what you tell yourself.)

and it's why you're not expecting a knock at your door on christmas night, not when you don't have any plans and you wouldn't have dreamt of asking oliver. (oliver, who's been too busy with his team to visit for months. who probably has a real girlfriend now. who was likely in the middle of celebrating the holiday with his family when he texted you an hour ago to ask what you were doing. who probably thought you were pathetic when you sent him a picture of the mountain of blankets on your couch and your half-empty glass of wine.)

oliver, who's standing on the other side of the front door to your apartment when it swings open, a slightly crumpled bouquet in one hand and a bag of takeout food in the other.

who whispers "merry christmas" and "i'm sorry" and "i missed you" and "i was supposed to get here to surprise you last night but my flight was delayed" before you're up against a wall with his mouth on yours.

[bicayaya]

Sooooo you're really into Liam! Are we gonna see a new girly for him sometime? :3c

i most definitely am 😭 and… maybe you can wait for a new oc 👀

i’ve been thinking about this lately… for now, i have only very simple ideas, but i think i might have a new girly to share here soon 💗

[songbirdmunson]

It’s because you want clout from other fandoms not because you want to write about them it’s annoying you never put out other content but claim you will. You just want more followers lmao

no it’s because I’ve had no good ideas for the other people I’m into right now. I don’t care about having more followers. I can post whatever I want since this is my account. also if you think that way about me there is a block button, I am on here because it’s fun for me and I like writing. and I have tons of drafts for things I’ve started on for the other shows/movies I’m interested in and sometimes it takes a while for me to put stuff together. I haven’t even been writing for months and I just now put up a few things for Eddie again. But thank you so much.

[jagermanshusband]

SPACEBULLY stimboard! 💜💙

ft. Max Jägerma & Oli Thompson

with themes of SPACE, PURPLE & BLUE STIMS, (american) FOOTBALL, HEARTS, & LOVE LETTERS

🏈 x x - x ❤️ x - x x 🔭

[neiptune]

getting cozy on your couch*

i think you should describe oliver’s dick to us 🌝

why would I know? never seen it never felt it never even thought about it