#aiku my beloved

[fulbiturra]

( ESP )

se viene su cumpleee

te amo mucho Aiku, xfa convertite en una persona real y casáte conmigo

( ENG )

his birthday is comiiing

i love you so much Aiku, pls become an actual person and marry me

[emmyrosee]

angel face 🩵 oliverrrrrrrrr

SENT whaaaaaaaatttt

Oliver can’t help but smirk at his phone. You have a criminal hold on him, something he couldn’t even begin to process getting rid of, nor would he even really want to. He steps away from his teammates for a moment, not wanting there to be eyes on him while you pester him.

angel face 🩵 can i ask u a question?

He smirks.

SENT id be mad if you didn’t princess

angel face 🩵 GREAT SEGWAY

You send him a picture of a group of Disney princesses, some Oliver recognizes, others a little bit under his radar.

angel face 🩵 who do you think is the prettiest princess? 🥺

Now, he grins fully, not willing to fall into your trap. He’s known you for too long to take your bait and start the world’s most adorable pouting fit. He rolls his shoulders, letting his fingers work their, as he happily calls it, magic, before sending the text that will have you falling at his feet when he gets home.

SENT you, angel

He sighs happily.

angel face 🩵 what

wait

what bitch already did this with you

He frowns.

His fingers have never moved faster than to call you, his adrenaline pumping as he clicks the call button and holds the phone to his ear, the ringing mocking him as he waits for your end of the phone to be picked up.

You do. He lets out a sigh of relief.

“Don’t talk to me.”

“Baby,” he says softly, but he can’t help the grin that tugs his cheeks. “Don’t even joke like that, you know this lovin’ is for you and you alone.”

“Yeah? And you just happened to know exactly where my adorable question was going?” You grumble.

“I’ve been with you long enough to know your antics, babe,” he chuckles. “Don’t be mad at the player, you need to up the game.”

“And you’re going to sleep on the couch.”

He lets out a laugh and drops his head in defeat, “will that make you forgive me?”

“It’s a start,” you huff. The line goes silent for a bit only your soft breathing coming from the line before you sigh softly, “you promise no side bitches did this already with you?”

“I can barely handle your crazy ass, you think I can handle other women?”

“Could be men too.”

He snickers, “no, baby. No other side pieces did this with me. Besides,” he chews his lip. “I know you got this off TikTok. I’ve seen the thumbnails for it.”

You go quiet. He’s got you.

“Shut up.”

“Make me,” he sings. “I gotta go, but we’ll continue this discussion when I get home, little miss.”

“Your stuff is going to be on the sidewalk,” you hiss.

“I look forward to it.” He smiles, “I love you.” You grumble something under your breath, and he clicks his tongue, “what was that?”

“Ugh, I love you too,” you snarl. “Bye.”

“Bye baby.” You end the call first, the dial tone signaling the end of the discussion, but he merely brings the phone to his chest to ease his happy, smitten heart.

“Troublemaker.”

[captain-hawks]

oliver who never fails to remind you that he's no good for you every time you show up at his door when you're lonely.

(who makes it incredibly difficult to remember that pained sincerity in his voice once he's done fucking you boneless into his mattress.)

[simpingnightmare]

Happy Valentine’s Day 🌹

Aiku my beloved babygirl... I missed a few details, too bad I'm not fixing it, but I really like how this turned out‼️ He looks delicious 👅👅

(Image on the side is the pose I traced, btw)

[loverducky]

tryouts | oliver aiku x gn!reader | 1.5k

suggestive (kink discussion, bondage and petplay mentioned) with some grinding + praise at the end, i’m tagging dubcon because oliver just kinda jumps into it, reader’s a little insecure, a lot oblivious, and is implied to be more on the inexperienced side, oliver’s like. a soft tease in this ngl, this is Very selfship coded and based on this post, sorrgy not sorrgy :3

“so, whaddya think about being tied up?”

you and oliver are lounging about on the old couch you’ve got in your apartment. you lean forwards and grab your soda, half shrugging, “sounds fun to me! not a huge fan of those, like, metal handcuffs, they don’t look very comfortable, but rope and all that’s cool! shibari’s pretty too, although i don’t think i’d have the patience for it.”

you rest your face on your hand as you lean on the couch arm, cheek squishing a bit as you ask, “what about you? you got any fantasies about being tied up?”

he laughs, shaking his head, and you crack a smile when you notice how grown out the green is. “i’m more of the type to be doing the tying,” he says, shooting you a lopsided smirk, and you consider this with another sip, setting the can down on the table.

“huh. neat!” is your conclusion, and there’s a slight lull in the conversation as oliver stares at you. you tilt your head at him, curious, and he laughs again, quieter this time. weird.

“oh,” another thought occurs to you, “what‘s your opinion on petplay? ‘cause of the leash and all.” you gesture to your neck.

his smile turns cocky at that, and he leans in closer. “why, you trying to collar me?” he asks, voice low, and you turn to glare at him, fist raising in the air.

to his credit, he backs up in an instant, his hands held high like you’re holding him hostage. “woah, woah, woah, i’m kidding, i’m kidding,” he flashes a quick grin, “or am i?”

you roll your eyes and let your fist drop, going to grab your drink again, using it to gesture at oliver. “yeah, yeah. that’s not an answer, bitch.”

his arms drop to rest on the back of the couch, fingers tapping to an internal beat as he thinks. “sure, yeah, i think it’s pretty cute. sometimes they get all whiny, and that’s fun—”

you choke in the middle of chugging the rest of your soda, and you see his eyes flash towards you as you curl in on yourself. he scoots closer and pats you on the back while you hack away, his hand warm as he rubs circles into your shoulder blade. he grabs you some napkins from the table too, passing them over so you can wipe your mouth. when you finally straighten up, he leans back, smirking at you a little. you can only meet his gaze for a second before it drops to the floor, and suddenly sheepish, you mumble, “sorry bout that. wasn’t expecting you to bring up— well. you know.”

he nudges your thigh with his own, his voice teasing as he asks, “weren’t expecting me to bring up personal experience?”

“well, i mean,” you feel your body flush, and your shoulders hunch as you curse yourself internally. “i’ve told you this before, i know i have. haven’t i?”

your leg bounces in place as you continue to ramble. “it’s just that. well. i haven’t… god. okay.” you take a deep breath. inhale, exhale. “so, full disclosure. i haven’t really tried a lot of the things that i say i’m into? i guess it’s more like… i like the idea of that stuff?” your voice gets even quieter than before, “like, i, um. get off? to it?”

you’re not even sure if oliver hears those last bits. when you get the courage to look back up at him, though, he’s staring at you with a quiet intensity, a small smile playing at his lips that makes your gut twist in knots.

“something funny about that, asshole?” you clear your throat, trying to ease some of the tension that’s built up all of a sudden. “because i swear—”

“you interested in trying it?” oliver interrupts, and your mind blanks, your brow furrowing.

“trying… what?”

“petplay. or bondage.” your jaw drops a little and he laughs, not unkindly. “or anything else you think you might be into.”

you shut your mouth in a frown, kicking him lightly in the ankle. “very funny, you dick. there’s a reason i haven’t, you know.” you sigh dramatically, slumping over his lap with your full weight. you close your eyes, placing the back of your hand against your forehead as if you’ve fainted, and say, “not all of us are six foot tall football players with beautiful thighs.” your free hand pats them for emphasis, but with your eyes closed, you miss the flush of color that rises to his ears.

after a few long moments of silence, you peer through splayed fingers to see oliver looking down at you, that same soft smile on his face. he’s handsome, you think, reaching up to caress him, feeling the stubble scattered across his jawline. he lets you for a bit, before his hand grabs yours and guides it close, and you blink up at him in confusion as a gentle kiss is pressed to your wrist. you feel a wicked edge to his smile curl against your skin, then, and before you can tug it back into yourself, your arm is pinned high above your head.

oliver pulls his legs out from under you, and your second arm quickly joins the first, his body settling above your own with a practiced ease. you squirm in his grip, but he’s got you pinned against the couch, a knee between your legs and a smug look in his eyes. he leans down and you let out a little whine as he grinds his knee right where you want it, lust pooling between your thighs as your whole body shakes underneath him.

“well, would you look at that.” his voice drips with satisfaction, his eyes roving up and down your body appreciatively, and you bite back another embarrassing noise. “seems you do like being restrained, hm?”

you open your mouth to answer, only for your words to die with another half choked gasp as he grinds his knee into you again. his breath fans against your neck as he settles into the crook of it, alternating between soft kisses and tiny, nipping bites, and you feel like you’re losing your mind from how good everything feels. he’s got you by the wrists, his hold steady and warm and immovable, and at this point your hips are practically moving on their own, desperate for relief.

it doesn’t help that oliver won’t shut the fuck up. “-so cute like this, you know? always so loud, so brash, but all you wanted was a little attention, hm?” you feel the rumble of his laughter more than you hear it, feel it alongside the gentle scratching of his stubble, and you want to sob — from pleasure or relief, you’re not sure. “it’s alright, baby, you’ve got it, now. whatever you want, whatever you want to try, i’m right here, promise.”

your hands flex under oliver’s grip, and you whine again, trying to collect your scattered thoughts. your hips continue to buck against the sturdiness of his thigh, and you can pull yourself together just enough to whimper out a little “please.”

even you aren’t sure what you’re begging for, but when he lifts his head from where’s he’s been terrorizing your neck, the sheer lust in his eyes makes you shrink away from his attention. it’s too late, though. he rubs a little circle on your wrist with his thumb, before he switches his grip, holding both your wrists with one hand, the other guiding you by the chin to tilt your head into his. when he leans in and presses his lips to yours, it’s chaste at first, to your surprise, although your eyes still flutter closed at the feeling of his lips on yours.

his free hand wanders down, down from your chin, down your chest and below your waistline, and oliver’s kiss gets greedier as it travels closer to where you need it, eventually swallowing your cries whole when finally, finally, he’s reached between your thighs.

the direct stimulation is too much, too fast, too quickly. oliver’s good, even when working with just one hand, and within the next minute the coil within you snaps. you stay there shuddering beneath oliver’s body for a while, him releasing his grip on your wrists and you clinging to him in turn. when you think you’ve settled enough, oliver sits up, grinning at you like a madman.

you, on the other hand, scowl at him and punch him in the arm on your way up, crossing your arms and huffing. “you dick! have you just been trying to get in my pants this whole time?”

he shrugs at you, cocky half grin still clear as day.

“unbelievable. this isn’t happening again,” you poke him hard in the chest, “you hear me?”

“sure, baby,” he says, easy as anything, and you already feel your heart start to race again. fuck. “wasn’t lying when i told you i’d be your partner if you wanted to try some of those other kinks out, though. what was it you said again? petplay?” he leans down, drops his voice, and grins, “you’d look cute in a collar.”

you shiver, glare up at him, and point at the door. “out!”

[katasstrophy]

now WHY am i salivating like a b!tch in heat over this 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

i'm sorry i'm sorry i saw your tag about older brother's best friend aiku and i actually SCREAMED because that's such a thought inducing idea . . . he does have that vibe, and he pulls it off so well !! i feel like he fits the trope of someone you've known your whole life but who was always just a bit too old for you to actually spend time with — until you eventually get a bit older too and start getting closer with him and that's when the fun starts yk lmao

i'm- babes i am looking so respectfully this is SO right 🤕

˚୨୧⋆ 𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑖𝑎

wc: 1.3k. cw: slightly suggestive, reader is referred to as sister/might be femcoded, this started as a drabble and well.. we're here now, could be dc potential, could just be some pining ꒰ minors/ageless blogs dni ꒱

you've known aiku since what feels like forever, and he's always had this confident, slightly intimidating aura to him, even back when all three of you were just kids. the age gap between you two wasn't anything crazy, at least not by the time you were both grown adults, but the four years seemed to pose more of a problem back when you were still in school. you were always a bit timid around your brothers friends, palms growing clammy when you'd have to come into his room and call them for dinner or fetch something - but they were only ever nice to you anyway. you were just there, your brother's little sister, perhaps a bit too young to fully understand their jokes or why they're so clumsy when stumbling up the stairs at 3 am. but hey, it's not like you felt bad about it, really.

your brother and his friends were good kids, however - oliver included. never got into too much trouble, always so respectful when coming over and talking to your parents. by the time your brother dropped soccer somewhere in the middle of high school, aiku was already considered a national gem and proudly carried the weight of being japan's hope.

finally about to step into the lifestyle you saw your brother and all his friends engage in for the past few years, you weren't surprised at all to only ever see aiku, the nicest one of the group (the most handsome, too) on the tv screen anymore. he's left for some kind of soccer project, then got scouted by the ubers back in italy, and you truly felt so happy for the boy after everything you've seen him go through. the two of you wasn't exactly close, not at all, but he's always been so kind to you, told you sincere words on how you should never give up your dreams no matter how silly they felt; helped you with the stupid physics project that your brother couldn't figure out for the life of him, either (it runs by blood, after all).

you don't keep in touch with any of the guys, but stumble upon some of them on the streets of your hometown ever so often. you exchange smiles, familiarize each other with what you're up to now, then go off with your day as usual.

(you don't know each of them teases your brother on how well you've grown. he tells them to shut the fuck up every time cause, fuck, the thought alone is gross, and he'd rather kill them than allow you to get involved with either of 'em.)

oliver's the one you see the rarest. it's only natural with his field of work, busier than anything any of you could ever put your minds to. it is kind of funny to see his face on gossip sites, though, so if there's ever any disappointment threatening to build up on you, it works just well to ease it.

the first time you properly meet him again after three or four years is when you just happen to be going through the worst shift you've had in ages, and he's the one most annoying client, casually stepping into the store mere minutes away from closing.

"aiku-kun?" you sound surprised when you make out the familiar features, sharp yet warm eyes flickering under the bright lights when he grins.

he sets the ramune bottle down, pushing it in your direction.

"in the flesh", he chuckles, "you doing night shifts now?" the man asks, almost sounding just as taken aback (one thing he remembers about you is that you've never liked to stay up late, and hated being out when it got dark).

you just give a shrug.

oliver learns you're not silent because you're busy ringing him up or still shocked to see him - you sniff and wipe at your eyes haphazardly and only then does he realize that you're feeling down, and probably cried at the back minutes before he came in.

"they're paying me better for these," you mumble, manicured nail tapping on the register. you don't look up when speaking, too embarrassed to let him see you this messed up when he looks so stupidly handsome. italy treated him well- time, too. "is that a-"

you glance up upon the sound of clinking glass. there's another bottle of soda standing next to his, and it just happens to be your favorite flavor, too.

(he remembered, and as sweet as it is, it's not a big deal. then why are you blushing? why are your palms suddenly clammy, like back in the old times?)

"wrap it up, i'll be waiting outside." oliver offers, thick lashes fluttering as he blinks. almost expectantly, but it's not like he wants to pressure you into agreeing. (it'd be nice, though. and you just happen to be as meek as always, and crumble under the intensity of his gaze instantly - as if that's what his true motive was all along.) "unless you're busy?"

you shake your head, wiping your hands on the back of your jeans. "no, not at all."

you join oliver on a quiet drive down the streets of your neighbourhood, eventually reaching the local view spot that you've spent all too many late nights at - both of you. the only difference's that it's all nostalgia to him, and it's still your very present, a weekly way to hang out - perhaps just following what your older siblings did.

and even though it's your very first time sitting in a car so expensive, the defender's presence is oddly comforting. familiar, in a way, and you only ever realize how much you've missed it when he wordlessly encourages you to open yourself up before him. he's always been so effortlessly charming, inviting in a way - and he still is, even though your heart wants to leap out of your chest when his fingers brush along yours as he helps you push the round marble down.

"so," the brunette clears his throat, "he dumped you over a text?" he knocks the bottle neck of his drink with yours, bicolored gaze seemingly burning through you as he watches you nod.

you hum, taking a sip of the bubbly beverage and looking out the city's panorama. oliver rolls his eyes, rubbing at the nape of his neck and leaning back in his seat.

"that's a real dick move, you know?" he states matter-of-factly, to which you snort, "guys like that don't deserve your tears, kid."

"says who," you quip. from your peripheral, you notice him turn his head back to you. "i've seen the articles, loverboy. m'not sure if you're the best advisor." you tease, cheek resting on top of your bare shoulder as you grin at him.

the man bites back a laugh, canines on show when he smiles to himself and frankly, the sight's making your tummy flutter with an unknown, fairly new feeling, no matter how much you try to ward the butterflies off.

you don't know it yet, and aiku's quite sure of it, actually - there's the exact same sensation bubbling somewhere in his chest, too, when he shamelessly, ravenously takes in the soft glow of your skin, decolletage on show thanks to the tiny spaghetti strap top you're wearing. your eyes are as wide as ever, despite all the burdens and daily struggles simmering behind your affection and interest-blown pupils, and there's this almost dreamy, captivating smile, one that beautifully compliments your now more womanly-like, refined features.

perhaps it's better you don't ever become familiar with the thoughts that start to simmer in his head - you, moaning into his mouth as he steals kisses from those taunting, plush lips of yours, that he's sure currently taste of the artificial sweet pineapple you're sipping on; you, down on your knees in front of him, giving him the same soft, gullible look, on the verge of pleading for all the attention he forwent in the past.

and fuck, he's aware of it - annoyingly so - but oliver has agreed to let go of a few too many things in life already.

you're not about to be one of them, too.

© itoshi-s. do not plagiarize, repost as your own or mention on other sm platforms.

[sheyfu]

"𝐦𝐢 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐚, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞"

》 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝖾 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 (all characters featured are aged up!!)

》 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗒, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍?

》 𝖼𝗐: 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀; 𝗌𝖺𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 (𝖾𝗋𝗆); 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝖽-𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎; 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗆; 𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗂𝗄𝗎; 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌; 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗌; 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂-𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀; 𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗒𝖺 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖺; 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽��’𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂’𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 :(; 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽; 𝗌𝖺𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗈𝖼 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗍𝗏; 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽; 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 (𝗌𝖺𝖽) 😓😓

》 𝗐𝖼: 1064 (longest piece of dookie i've written)

you were currently with itoshi sae attending, in his words, “a stupid clout chasing event for influencers to leech on footballers”, listening to shidou ryusei ramble about how he and otoya eita randomly bumped into beyoncé in the shibuya train station, when you suddenly felt the need to go to the lavatory. just when he was getting to the good part. silently excusing yourself, you let go of sae’s hand as you made a beeline towards the venue’s bathroom. 

meanwhile outside, while shidou was telling the group about how beyoncé called him a sweetheart after getting his shirt signed, a young woman approaches the football stars’ table and sits down beside sae, interrupting whatever the loudmouth was going to say next. the whole group looks at her with question marks above their heads as she makes herself comfortable beside the prodigy. 

excuse me but, who are you? isagi yoichi was the first to speak up, eyeing the woman with a raised eyebrow. “oh! my bad! forgot to introduce myself, whoopsies!” she said with a laugh so annoying, sae almost physically winced. “i’m kento mirai! but you can call me mai for short!! i’m currently modeling for abibas!! oh also! i’ve worked with sae before, you could say we have a lot of chemistry together, right sae darling?” her high-pitched voice rings in sae’s ears as he tries not to roll his eyes at the woman. 

it’s not a lie though. but it’s not exactly true. yes, they’ve worked together for the brand but the chemistry she was talking about was simply a tale—they had no chemistry at all. everyday at the scene, she was always either beside sae or looking for sae, and even forcing herself into his personal space. it had gotten so bad to the point that sae was very tempted to call the project manager and drop it. but of course, his manager talked his ear off saying if he did decide to call mister PM, he’d reduce the player’s consumption of his beloved ichibo steak to only once a month—what a jerk. 

anyways. 

his trance is cut off by the thing beside him, talking her ear off. my head hurts. sae grimaces as he looks around the venue to look for you, spotting you by the bar ordering some drinks from him and you. perfect. just at the right time, mi amor. 

he stands up but just as he was about to go to you, a harsh grip on his wrist is enough to tear his eyes away from you. he looks down to his captor’s hand with a raised eyebrow. “what do you want, woman?” he jerks his arm away from her yet she doesn’t let go. he looks again at your direction and he sees that you’re gone. he panics. yet for some reason, he can’t get away from this woman’s grip. “saeeee.” she whines. “don’t leave yet! I’m not yet done talking to you!”

now. sae isn’t a fan of hurting women—he’s a fan of women! they’re really amazing, yeah. but at this moment, he suddenly wants to abandon all his feminism and push her off a cliff. tch. 

“hey man, d’ya think we should ya know, ask her to leave?” sae hears chigiri hyoma’s worried voice whisper to oliver aiku. please do. sae inwardly pleads to the gods above as he side eyes the pair. “nah, ‘s getting ‘ntresting.” aiku slurs, clearly under the influence. damn fuckin' traitor. sae feels a harsh tug on his arm, almost dragging him down to the couch. what a strong woman. she whines again. fine. if you want to do it the hard way, then i’ll give you hell. sae thinks.

“let me go, please.” he cringes at his use of words. “i have a wife to look for and if you don’t let go of me now i’ll have to call the security.” he says, hoping for her to get the hint. 

she does.

but just not in the way sae hoped.

“your wife? oh! that y/n l/n? oh please! i don’t even know what you see in her! i mean, she’s nothing but a lowlife! clearly using you for money! i’d be so much better for you, my sae.” erm. okay. what the hell. sae’s hella conflicted now. he doesn’t know if he wants to take the risk and run away from her or beat the living shit out of her. 

he feels her body hug him from the back and before sae knew it, he pushed her away and let out everything he wanted to say to her.

“listen here, woman. my wife is the kindest and purest soul there is on earth. she brings heaven to me and lights up whatever emo shit is inside me. everything she says and everything does makes me all giddy and shit. and unlike you, her and i actually have chemistry. so i suggest you get the fuck out of my sight before i call security to feed you to the tigers or something. also, she's the only one who can make me giggle and kick my feet up in the air. fuck you.”

okay, maybe that was too much. but at least he defended your honor. common sae w. he thinks as he turns around to search for you, only to find you in front of him with the dopey smile he’s loved for eternity. he hears the cheers and snickers of the table, and even someone saying “oooh he popped off” (probably bachira meguru), yet the only thing he really cares about is you. 

“so, my dear husband.” you say with a smirk on your face. “i light up the emo shit inside you”, huh? how romantic.” sae flushes and grabs his drink from your hand, chugging it and putting the glass on the table. 

shut up. it's cuz you took too long in the washroom. did 'ya take a shit or somethin'? he says as he drags you to the exit of the venue. you hurriedly chug your drink and say your goodbyes to the rambunctious group of boys. 

and as you enter the car, sae’s next words surprise you,

“i won’t lie though, i kinda ate that shit up a while ago. maybe we should attend more of these events. what d’ya say, mi vida?” 

what a goofball of a husband you have. 

HELLOOOO i hope this was enjoyable for everyone ahu ahu 😓😓 unfortunately this is NOT a banger and my experiment of adding my goof into a piece failed erm 😓😓 still, thank you for reading!! hopefully, i'll post more bangers once i get out of my silly sad mood ahu ahu 😓😓 as always, reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated!!

[strawchocoberry]

KISS UNDER THE MISTLETOE 

They say, “All good boys go to heaven.” But bad boys bring heaven to you.

New Year’s Eve finds you at the house of a dear friend, surrounded by your beloved friends, chatting, eating and drinking, as you await for the new year to arrive. Just a small gathering of good friends. 

And while everyone is marvelling and discussing the present their secret santa brought them, he finds his chance to sneak you out of the living room. The devilish smirk on his lips tells you all you need to know; this demon has one last trick up his sleeve as the year is nearing its end. 

He pulls you to an empty hallway, away from prying eyes. You don’t have the time to even ask what he’s planning, when you feel his hands sliding up the skirt of your dress. You watch him completely frozen as he tears a hole into your tights, your eyes darting towards the lively party, scared that someone might walk in after hearing the sound. 

“Don’t worry,” he purrs in your ear, biting your earlobe. “They can’t hear a thing with the music.” 

“What are you…” Your sentence trails off as your eyes widen, watching him slide your panties to the side and kneel down. 

“We’re under a mistletoe,” he says cockily, kissing your inner thigh, while pointing at the mistletoe hanging on the light above your heads. “I gotta kiss your lips.” 

Blushed, you reply, “I don’t think that’s how it’s done.” 

“Nobody said which set of lips I gotta kiss.” 

You want to smack him, but you can’t. He buries his face between your thighs, eating you out shamelessly, not caring if someone passes by and sees you. You cover your mouth with your hands, trying to muffle your moans. 

It’s only when you start hearing the commotion, the telltale sign that the countdown is going to start soon. He’s quick to get back on his feet. You think you’ll return to the living room, even though you’re too frustrated he got you worked up but didn’t let you finish. Before you can even move to leave, he kisses you, pinning you against the wall, letting you taste yourself on him. 

You hear the unmistakable sound of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers and you tense. You look at him pleadingly and he meets your gaze with his arrogant, challenging one. You feel him rub his cock on your glistening folds. But even if you wanted to push him away, he’s too strong, holding you captive, trapped between his solid body and the hard wall. 

He pushes the crown of his cock onto your hole, but not yet pushing it in, just teasing you. He kisses your neck and you hate how he’s got you turned on, all wrapped up around his finger—his cock—loving how you start to grind your hips against him, trying to take him into your aching pussy. 

He thrusts inside you, his hands holding your waist, as his kiss devours your moans. Your little cunt is gripping him so tightly, he feels he might cum right now. But first, he needs to finish what he started earlier—when he started eating you out, only to leave you hanging on the verge of your impending orgasm. 

The countdown begins a few minutes later. 

“10… 9… 8… 7…” 

He kisses your neck, as you bite your lip against your moans and whimpers, the sound of skin slapping against skin barely registering over the chaos in the living room. 

“6… 5… 4…” 

You feel your orgasm reaching its peak, him having to kiss you to prevent you from screaming his name as he fucks you straight into the new year. 

“3… 2… 1…” 

You hear fireworks signalling the start of the new year. But you’re too lost in your own explosion, shuddering against him, as your orgasm floods your body like a tidal wave. You want to be mad, but your mind is too lost in your orgasmic bliss to properly glare at him.

“Happy new year, my love,” he whispers on your lips with his signature cocky smirk. 

“Happy new year, bastard,” you retort breathlessly, kissing him again. 

michael kaiser . shidou ryusei . oliver aiku . otoya eita . hoshina soshiro . narumi gen . umemiya hajime . togame jo . endo yamato . kiryu mitsuki . gojo satoru . geto suguru . hirako shinji . kyoraku shunsui . jin marito . sakamaki ayato . sakamaki laito . cú chulainn . chris redgrave . ichinose guren . nicholas d. wolfwood . andy . miyama kirishima . tartaglia . wriothesley . jiaoqiu . aventurine . sampo + your favourites <3

© strawchocoberry — do not copy, repost, translate or reuse my work

[luvingshidou]

....I wanna touch them in the dead of night!!!

nicknames I think the bllk boys would call u!! part 2

characters: otoya eita, reo mikage, kunigami rensuke, oliver aiku, karasu tabito, kenyuu yukimiya, alexis ness & sae itoshi

fem reader!!

OTOYA EITA:

sweets, CUTIE, sugar, BABE.

REO MIKAGE:

baby, ANGEL, sweetheart, TREASURE.

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE:

honey, PRINCESS, pretty, DEAR, PRETTIEST.

(wild card kunigami) Y/N.

OLIVER AIKU

BABE, love, BEAUTIFUL, DOLL.

KARASU TABITO:

PRETTY GIRL, babe, DARLIN', good lookin'.

KENYUU YUKIMIYA:

GODDESS, my girl, BEAUTIFUL, sweetie.

ALEXIS NESS:

BELOVED, dear, QUEEN, my one and only.

SAE ITOSHI:

love, BEAUTY, ANGEL.

[prettyboykatsuki]

consider if u will for a moment… scumbag sleazy duke oliver who keeps teasing out a courtship with a noble girl NOT because he likes her but because he’s fascinated by you, her disdainful and disinterested personal maid (or… perhaps… her stableboy…)

this is making me so horny i need to die this is sooo . anon you are the smartest person ever. he's so awful and miserable i need him.

tw for dubcon (?) power imbalance and horrible worthless scumbag oliver aiku

GODDDDDDD. this is so vivid in my mind too. it's probably his father who insists on him meeting with whatever noble daughter he's suggest. olivers been slapped, banished, ruined in pretty much every householding bearing a woman in it, and his families reputation is nearly at risk because of it. so unless he wants to lose everything, he ought to find a nice girl to settle down with

and oliver is a shit son, so he's not really doing it. but he does try to appease his father now again and keep his cushy life so he goes. and the girl, well she's nice. easy to charm with big wet eyes and a romantics heart. it's not a kind thing to say but it's nothing oliver hasn't seen already, but she's easy to charm to the point of being boring. and if oliver hates anything, it's being so miserably and unbelievably bored.

and then, you walk into the room. her maid. prim, proper,sharp - and mean. but not in an overt way. your work doesn't allow you to speak your mind, so you've shielded your dislike with layers of politeness. you're so properly curt and so unbelievably meticulous that to a fool with duller hearing, you'd be a proper little servant girl. and oliver is a lot of things, mostly a bastard, but he is no fool. and he knows right away, can feel it immediately - what burning hatred you have towards him that you are not allowed to reveal under any circumstances.

and he doesn't blame you for that, really. how could he? your lady has probably been under your care since you were old enough to walk and talk. you've spent your whole lives together, so you're protective. vicious. it's hardly the first he's seen of it. what gets oliver though is your experience. your patience. you are so good at your job, that even when oliver spends his entire evening fucking with you by asking for his tea to be remade and pinching your skirt when your beloved lady isn't looking.

he confronts you the minute you're left alone with him.

("you hate me, don't you?"

you look at him startled, but it's brief. barely there. he would've missed it if he blinked. you tilt your head, neutral and fair and even. "of course not, your lordship."

he laughs into the edge of his tea cup. "you're a poor liar. but an excellent maid, that much i can commend. you're free to be honest," he closes his eyes and laughs as he sips "i think i'm quite interested after all,"

he can see your jaw tick when his eyes flutter open again. "is that so? the lady will be very pleased to hear that."

he laughs again, taking you in - wonder what you look like underneath that frilly little dress. "not nearly as pleased as i am to have found her," )

after that, it's made semi-official that he's courting her. and for all oliver is, he's good at courting her. very good. there's rumors going around about how she's been able to wrangle that horrible man, as since their courtship he hasn't strayed at all. he's thoughtful and seemingly quite affectionate and everyone is so pleased with him. his father. the other nobles. even your lady has fallen for his facade.

it's just a secret between you then, that oliver is always only looking at you. that when your lady leaves you two alone, he's cornering you and flirting with you. that he visits when she's not around and follows you while you work like a lost puppy. that eventually, he finds his face underneath your petticoat and makes your legs tremble. it's a secret between him and himself that it's you he adores, so much so that he thinks of running away just to tease you for the rest of his life.

what a mess you've made between you. what an honest to god awful mess.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

HIIII ARI IM HERE TO ATTEMPT EMOTIONAL DAMAGE FOR THE SELFSHIP ASKS >:333 SO:

☀️ for suguru, 📖 for kenny, and 👔 for oliver :33333

I LOVE YOU !!!!!! I HOPE YOURE HAVING SUCH A GOOD DAAAYYYY give these little freaks a kiss for meeee <333

JUST CASUALLY LETTING UR INTENTIONS BE KNOWN i see how it is ………. 😒 (i love you quinn <3) u said you mixed up the emojis for suguru and kenny so i will go w what you originally intended :333c

☀️ - if they wake you up, how do they do it? with a kiss? or pushing you off the bed?

AWFUL CREATURE …… :/// i have spoken about this before but kenny is suchhhh a fucking wild card quinn. sometimes i wake up and they are carrying me up a mountain top . or i am tied to a tree in the middle of the woods (????????) they’re just strange …. honestly i don’t think they feel the need to wake me up very often lol they kind of like having me unsuspecting . snoring like a baby kitten in their lap. likes being able to stare at me uninterrupted <3 so if anything they’re more likely to carry me with them as they go about their morning ….. weird little freak

📖 - do you have a routine? what is it?

🥺 arisugu mornings … my most beloved . we do have a routine!!!!!! suguru almost always wakes up first. he has trouble sleeping deeply, and just enjoys the routine of waking up early and making breakfast for us both.. (<- this is non-negotiable for him btw). he wakes me up w a kiss if i haven’t already ventured into the kitchen and nuzzled into his back <3 n then we just enjoy our breakfast!!!! mostly in silence bc i’m very sleepy in the morning, but sometimes he talks and i just listen . he has such a soft voice, you know ??? it’s like having my own personal radio T_T…

👔 - when do they change out of their pyjamas? right when they wake up or later?

sick sick man . i need to slutshame him so bad quinn he sleeps :////// with no shirt + loose sweatpants . WHORE . suguru does too but that’s besides the point he’s sick inside and i hate it …… stumbles out of bed without changing. comes back to put on a shirt once he’s had a cup of coffee and feels alive again LMAO …. then he goes for a run :////// in a tank top. very flimsy tank top. death to oliver aiku

ask me (morning-related) selfship questions !! <3

[sunflowercider]

I got tagged in a chain by @teh-inggris, how nostalgic! (*´∀｀*) New post bc it was getting long!

10 Characters, 10 Fandoms, 10 Tags!

Kim Dokja (my beloved) [Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint]

Kim Suho/Lloyd Frontera (living in my head rent free as he deserves) [The Greatest Estate Developer]

Laios Touden [Dungeon Meshi]

Vash the Stampede [Trigun]

Kageyama "Mob" Shigeo (THEE boy) [Mob Psycho 100]

Apollo Justice [Ace Attorney]

Asagiri Gen [Dr. Stone]

Yor Forger [Spy x Family]

Hinata Shouyo [Haikyuu!!]

Maomao [The Apothecary Diaries]

How nice to think about some of my fav characters!! <3

Time to tag others! Lets see... so many mutual already got tagged!

@dooplissss @farlynthordens @daxarve @aiku @headphonemouse @deliriousbiznasties @getdownlau

[simpingnightmare]

Oliver fanart

I cooked a whole feast, I am absolutely proud of this because I usually don’t render like this

Drawing time: 2 hours 40 minutes

Cosplay belongs to lareneerai on Tiktok

[riririnnnn]

hey enemy- I think the final battle will have to be postponed for a few days cus aiku came back and kidnapped my wife, and turned my other wife and friend into vampires. Hope you understand 😔💗

No one will understand you better than I do, Merlu. My twin is a victim too.

Hence, I, @riririnnnn, is embarking on a journey to get back my beloved twin, @bueris.

May you find me alive when we cross eachother's paths again.

And if I shall never return, then take care of our Miss Manager, @licoririce.

You were a worthy enemy, Merlu. May we clash again if there is a life after death somewhere.

[captain-hawks]

Ep 2.7

neru’s face is so unsettling, okay mr weird beard, not oliver calling him a good boy, sae those thiiighs, oliver’s face at 7:01 hi hello, “uh, no” felt, karasu my beloved, sendou’s kinda…, gagamaru my babyyy, sae’s doin INSANE shit i love it, bachira officially triggers “two” playing in my head so thanks tiktok, GO NAGIII, oliver’s just so… b i g, hair down chigiri!!!, reo goin thru it

Ep 2.8

poor nagi gettin tackled, aryu’s dramatic calls, NIKOOO, karasuuu 🥰, CHIGIRIII W THE SIKE, oliver… thighs…, never assume rin can’t do something he runs on spite, that smirk!!!, fuzzy bee bachira omg, gagamaru goalie is a+, GLAM SAVES THE DAY, professor karasu i’m deaaad, bachira’s collection is questionable

Ep 2.9

bachira’s mom is adorable, chigiri’s sister 👀, oh my god this is so depressing, this is so much worse than just sibling rivalry, SAE THAT’S SO MEAN FOR WHAT, correction to my earlier note: rin runs on homicidal rage, awh baby itoshis

side note: officially confused abt oliver’s name bc textually signs point to oliver being his last name but then they call him aiku like that’s his last name and i’m-

the way i audibly gasped opening my inbox to these oliver screenshots MUAH ILY.

neru's face top 5 bllk jumpscares!!! and yesyesyes SENDOUUUUUUU uh huh yes i'm nodding.

everything about oliver is so bigthickhandsomeprettylarge. like his thighs are you kiDDING ME. those animators drew those thighs one-handed!!!!!!!!!!

okay so there's uHhHhHh discourse about his first/last name. it's all a hot mess with conflicting evidence. people can choose to interpret it however i guess (because it makes me tired LOL). but i personally choose to write him as First Name Oliver, Last Name Aiku haha.

[maochira]

Heyyyoooo <333 (* ´ ▽ ` *)

Congratulations for soon reaching 100 followers ! 😁

I would like to submit something for the event <3 😊

It would be Oliver Aiku and 8. "Believe me, I will never suffer again because of you.

Have a wonderful evening/day/night 🫶❤️

Hi hi thank you so much!!

8. "Believe me, I'll never suffer again, because of you."

Writing event list

Tags: gn!reader x Oliver Aiku, established relationship, Oliver my beloved thank you very much for requesting him

Everyone has those days when nothing seems to go right. But did today seriously have to be one of those days for you?

Not only did everything possible in your day go wrong, but as soon as you returned home from work, you realized Oliver wasn't there. Usually, he would always send you a quick message if he wouldn't be home when you return from woke, but it seems like today, he forgot about that.

Or maybe he didn't tell you because he's keeping something hidden from you.

The thought of that makes you physically shake your head. No no no, Oliver would never hide anything from you, would he? Of course not. Hopefully.

On any other given day, this wouldn't have bothered you at all. But today, on a day when everything went wrong, you wouldn't have been surprised if suddenly something caused your relationship to go downhill as well.

You trust Oliver. But you don't trust the day.

You decide to hide from the world until Oliver would return. So you get into bed for a nap.

Not knowing how much time has passed by, you slowly wake up to the feeling of someone wrapping their arms around you. At the realization of that person being Oliver, you hug him back.

Something about this made you incredibly emotional out of nowhere, causing you to burst into tears. Oliver was confused, but seeing your tears made him pull you closer to him, holding you tighter in his arm.

The two of you lay there like this in silence until your eyes were out of tears.

"Feeling better?" Oliver asked in a soft tone as he wiped away your last tear with his thumb.

This action makes you feel so guilty for even having the thought of him hiding something from you. Of course, he wouldn't do that. How did that even get into your brain? Right, right. Your day was going awful.

Until now.

"Believe me", you said, looking into Oliver's eyes for the first time since he returned home, "I'll never suffer again", you place a soft kiss on his lips, "because of you."