#aiku oliver

[amsonia-najma]

UnHoly trinity

[digikiiz]

❝ swipe like tinder 2❞

             ㅤㅤ "guess who i found on tinder" prank ft saeitoshi, seishironagi, alexisness, hioriyo, chigirihyoma, kuronaranze & oliveraiku !

( ‼ ) established relationships, crude humor, rlly suggestive in kurona's + aiku's (shush i have an obsession)

◞ pt. 1! ◟◞ m.list! ◟

[icisiss]

they’re half-arguing with you while fucking you.

Michael Kaiser ♡ the slam of the door echoed through the room, kaiser’s jaw tight and eyes sharp with something dangerous. he paced once, muttering in german under his breath before turning on you, the frustration in his voice biting. “You think you can just talk back to me when I’m like this, liebling?” his hand was already gripping your jaw, tilting your face up to his. You could feel the tension in him like heat, every controlled inhale making it worse. “You’re lucky I don’t fuck you right here just to shut you up.” Your pulse kicked, because you knew that when he was this pissed, it wasn’t going to stay just words. His tattoo flexed against his arm as his fingers slid to your throat.

He shoved you back against the nearest surface, mouth crashing to yours with bruising pressure. His teeth caught your lip, and you moaned into it, clutching the front of his shirt. “Fuck, that’s it—moan for me,” he growled against your mouth, pushing his thigh between your legs and grinding it up. You rocked against him, gasping, and his smirk deepened, his accent curling through his filth. “You get wet when I’m mad, don’t you? Pathetic little thing.” You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in harder, whispering “Yes” against his lips. His hands were already hiking up your skirt, fingers tracing the wet outline of your panties.

The snap of fabric was loud when he ripped them aside, and then his fingers were deep inside you, curling hard. “Kaiser—” you moaned, nails digging into his back. He fucked you with his hand like he was punishing you, thumb circling your clit until your knees buckled. “Say my name again,” he ordered, and you whimpered, breathless, “Michael—fuck—” He bit at your shoulder as you came, hips jerking into his hand. Pulling back just enough to meet your eyes, he smirked darkly. “Next time you run your mouth, remember—I’ll fuck you until you can’t talk at all.”

Sae Itoshi ♡ Sae’s voice was low, measured, but the anger in his eyes was molten. “You really don’t know when to shut up, do you?” he said, stepping forward until your back hit the wall. His gaze dragged over you with slow precision, and the corner of his mouth curled in the faintest smirk. “I’m going to make you regret running your mouth.” The brush of his fingers over your waist was deceptively gentle before he gripped hard, pulling you flush to him. You could feel how tense his body was, his cock already pressing into your hip.

He kissed you with devastating calm, one hand cupping the back of your neck to keep you right where he wanted you. You tried to deepen it, and his low hum of amusement sent shivers down your spine. “So eager,” he murmured against your lips, sliding his hand down to squeeze your ass before giving it a sharp smack. You gasped and grabbed his shoulders, grinding against him. “You’re making it too easy for me,” he said, dragging his mouth along your jaw and biting at your earlobe. Your breathy moans filled the air, your hips chasing his every slow roll.

Sae pushed your skirt up, slipping a hand inside your panties without breaking eye contact. His fingers stroked lazily over your slick folds before dipping in, curling until you choked on a moan. “Louder,” he demanded softly, and you obeyed, clutching at his shirt. He leaned in close, his voice barely above a whisper. “You sound so much better when you’re being used.” His pace quickened until your legs shook, and when you came on his fingers, he smirked like he’d just scored a goal. “That’s what I thought. Mouthy little thing… only good when you’re dripping for me.”

Rin Itoshi ♡ Rin’s glare could cut steel. He stood there for a moment, breathing hard, before he finally spoke. “You think pissing me off is smart?” His tone was razor-sharp, his hand already grabbing your chin to force your eyes up to his. “Guess I’ll have to remind you who you belong to.” He kissed you like he was claiming territory, hard and unrelenting, his other hand finding your throat. You moaned into it, your body arching into his even as you gasped for air.

He shoved you onto the couch, kneeling between your legs and yanking you forward by your thighs. “Spread,” he ordered, and you obeyed instantly, heat pooling low in your stomach at his dominance. You reached for his hair, tangling your fingers in it, and his eyes darkened further. “Touching me like you own me? You’re brave.” He pulled your panties down in one sharp motion, his fingers already sliding through your slickness. The rough pads of his fingers found your clit, circling with precision that made your head fall back.

“Look at me when you moan,” Rin said, his voice low and dangerous. You forced your eyes open, meeting his as he pushed two fingers inside you and began fucking them in deep, fast strokes. Your moans got louder, hips jerking, and his smirk was pure arrogance. “Yeah, that’s right. Make the whole damn building know who’s ruining you.” Your orgasm hit hard, your nails digging into his arm, and Rin leaned down to kiss you slow, possessive, like he was sealing his victory. “Remember this the next time you think about testing me.”

Isagi Yoichi ♡ Isagi wasn’t usually the type to snap, but when he did, the shift was obvious. His jaw clenched, his voice dropped, and his eyes locked on you like you were the only thing that could fix his rage. “You’re seriously pushing me right now,” he muttered, closing the distance in three quick strides. His hands cupped your face for a deceptively tender kiss, but it turned hungry almost instantly, his teeth catching your lower lip. You moaned into his mouth, your hands clutching his hoodie, feeling the way his body was thrumming with tension.

He pushed you back onto the bed without breaking the kiss, his weight hovering over you as he hooked his hands under your thighs to pull you closer. “God, you feel so warm already,” he groaned against your lips, grinding his hard length against your clothed core. The friction pulled a breathy sound from you, and he swallowed it eagerly, tongue diving past your lips. His pace quickened — rocking against you, building the heat between your bodies until you were squirming.

Isagi slipped a hand into your shorts, fingers parting you with practiced ease. His thumb found your clit, pressing down in slow, steady circles that made your hips lift off the mattress. “Yeah… that’s it. Keep making those sounds,” he encouraged, his own breathing uneven. When you started dripping onto his fingers, he pulled back just to watch your face, his gaze dark and heavy. “You’re so perfect when you’re falling apart for me.” He slid two fingers in deep, curling them just right until your back arched, and when you came around him, he smirked and leaned down to kiss your temple. “Now you’re calm… and mine.”

Aiku Oliver ♡ Aiku’s frustration was written all over him — the tight set of his jaw, the way he ran a hand through his hair like he was trying not to explode. “You just don’t know when to stop,” he said, his voice low but heated. Before you could answer, his arm was around your waist, pulling you against him. The press of his body was intoxicating — all lean muscle and raw heat. You whimpered when his lips brushed your ear, his breath warm as he whispered, “Guess I’ll have to fuck that attitude right out of you.”

He spun you so your back was to his chest, one arm banding across your stomach while his free hand slid down into your pants. “Already wet?” he teased, his fingers grazing your clit in slow, teasing strokes. You let out a shaky moan, your hips pressing back against him, and he groaned low in his throat. “That’s what I thought.” His teeth sank gently into your neck, marking you while his fingers sped up.

The pace built until you were panting, head thrown back on his shoulder. “You like me using you like this, huh?” Aiku’s voice dripped smugness, his fingers fucking you with a rhythm that made your thighs shake. You nodded frantically, your moans growing louder, and he chuckled darkly. “Good girl… now cum for me.” You fell apart with a sharp cry, your body shuddering against him, and he held you there, murmuring filth in your ear about how wrecked you looked.

Nagi Seishiro ♡ Nagi’s irritation was lazy but sharp — his sigh was heavy, his pale hair falling into his face as he looked at you like you were the one making his life difficult. “You really had to go and piss me off, huh?” he muttered, his voice slow and deep. He stepped closer, his fingers hooking into your waistband to pull you flush against him. “Guess I’ll have to make it worth my time.” His lips ghosted over yours, barely touching, making you whine softly in frustration.

That little sound flipped something in him. He kissed you hard, pulling you down onto the couch with him so you straddled his lap. You could feel his erection pressing up against you, and his hands immediately cupped your ass, grinding you down on him. “Mm, yeah… just like that,” he murmured lazily, though his grip was anything but gentle. Your moans grew as the friction built, your body rocking with his.

Nagi finally slipped a hand into your panties, his long fingers parting your folds. “So wet already… did me being mad turn you on?” he asked with a slow smirk. You couldn’t answer — not with the way his thumb was rubbing your clit in perfect, slow circles. When he slid two fingers inside, curling them just right, your moan spilled out, breathless and desperate. “You’re so easy to read,” he teased. His pace stayed steady until you broke, clenching around his fingers, and he lazily pulled them out, licking them clean with half-lidded eyes. “Mhm… worth it.”

Tabito Karasu ♡ Karasu didn’t hide his anger — it radiated off him in waves. “You really wanna see how far I’ll go when I’m pissed?” he asked, his tone dark, almost dangerous. Before you could answer, his hand was in your hair, pulling your head back just enough for his lips to brush your ear. “You’re gonna regret this, in the best fucking way.” His other hand cupped your throat as he shoved you back against the bed, climbing over you with a predator’s grin.

He kissed you hard, biting your lip until you gasped, then shoving his tongue past your lips, claiming every inch of you. “Strip. Now.” His voice left no room for argument, and you scrambled to obey, your heart pounding. The second you were bare, he pushed your knees apart and dropped his head between your thighs. The first drag of his tongue over your clit was slow, deliberate, but when you moaned, he latched on and sucked hard enough to make you cry out. His fingers slid in deep, fucking you fast while his tongue worked you ruthlessly.

You were already close when he pulled back, smirking at the mess between your thighs. “Not yet,” he said, flipping you onto your stomach and yanking your hips up. You felt the thick press of his cock against your entrance, and then he slammed into you in one hard thrust. The pace was brutal from the start — deep, fast, relentless — each thrust making you moan louder until you were almost screaming. “Yeah, that’s it, scream for me,” he growled, one hand fisting in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. When you finally came, clenching around him, he didn’t stop — fucking you through it until your legs shook and you were a trembling, ruined mess under him. “Next time you piss me off, remember… I don’t let you off easy.”

[rindreamery]

it's just instinct, all i want is you.

how long it takes for the blue lock men to realize you’re the one. featuring: itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, michael kaiser, oliver aiku ─ content: fluff, suggestive

note. desperate and yearning hcs next??? who knows

it takes itoshi rin 6 months.

rin likes to think that he’s slow and deliberate with his relationships— that he’s not the type to have such decisive thoughts about someone so early on. he’s spent years building up a wall to protect his feelings, and he’s not about to let a (potentially fleeting) person ruin what he's worked so hard to maintain. he's only been with you for 6 months, and he has his doubts about whether you would want to stick around. but all it takes is, “i’m so proud of you, rin,” and his world is completely tilted off its axis.

he tries to tell himself that it's nothing; he's been complimented by other people before.

you probably didn't even think much of it when you told him. it’s just a simple phrase, one of many that people say without thinking. but it's different, it's special, when it's coming from you. your words repeat in his head, like some mantra. it's like his senses are overwhelmed by you. he finds himself focusing solely on your voice, the way you look at him with such gentle eyes, the sincerity behind your words— you. it’s scary how much it affects him. it rattles something deep inside of him, and it shakes him to his core.

he doesn't want to hear it from anyone else, he quickly realizes. those praises don't mean much when it's not coming from you. they don't make him feel unstoppable, like he’s on some high that he’ll never be able to get down from. and he's hit with a jarring realization—

“say it again,” he's standing in front of you, ignoring the incessant flashing of cameras that surrounds him and the deafening cheers of the crowd. he's only looking at you.

“i’m so proud of you,” your voice is quiet, but all he can hear is you, “rin.”

—he's fallen for you, much deeper than he thought he would. he’d be damned if he let you slip away.

it takes itoshi sae 1 year and 3 months.

sae had no intention of falling in love with you. needless to say, his affection for you wasn’t some calculated move. the thought of liking you hadn’t even crossed his mind, and he’s not even sure if he’d ever considered you as a friend. you’ve just been around for long enough that he’s stopped questioning it, that he’s grown to tolerate your presence. at least, that’s what he tells himself. he lets you come over when you want, eat all the snacks in his pantry, use his netflix account— to everyone else, you’re basically a couple. before he knows it, you’ve settled into his life the way a familiar song gets stuck in his head without him noticing.

it’s hard to deny the noticeable shift in sae’s behavior whenever he’s around you.

the way the frown on sae’s face vanishes to a more passive state whenever he’s talking to you, and he's much less irritated at the aspect of having to answer your random (but stupid, in his opinion) questions. he’s not aware, but a part of him subconsciously looks forward to it. “would you still love me if i was a worm?” comes another one of your stupid questions, and he answers without thinking.

“yeah.” the expression on his face remains the same, he’s as indifferent as he always is. but his answer takes both of you by surprise. under his cool facade, his mind is scrambling to make sense of his answer, as if he hadn’t expected himself to say such a thing.

you’re flustered, and it’s evident in the way you stumble over your words. a part of you begins to wonder if that was simply a figment of your imagination, like some hallucination from sleep deprivation. “what— huh?”

so he plays it off, he acts as if he meant to say it. “you heard what i said.” he realizes his heart had decided on you longer than he’d ever been aware of.

it takes nagi seishiro 3 months.

nagi’s used to being alone— he’s used to neglecting himself and every aspect of his life because no one is there to tell him not to do so. he’s not used to having someone be a constant in his life, to have someone who isn’t thrown off by his apathetic and lazy attitude. sometimes he wonders if he acts this way to keep people out, and he wonders why you choose to stay despite. but slowly, you color your way into his bleak routine.

at first, it’s subtle. you linger around him, but your presence isn’t demanding for his attention. you’re there, but you let him be.

and then your presence becomes something a little more prominent. he starts to notice the little post-it notes you leave in his locker, and how you remember to sneak in his favorite snacks. or how his pillows start to smell like your shampoo, and the way he becomes used to having you there in his living room as he plays video games. or even the fact that he finds himself waiting by the gate when classes end, and how he doesn’t mind being pushed around by the crowd as he searches for you in the endless sea of students so he could walk with you. so he could be with you.

he starts to feel like he’s truly living, like there’s something to look forward to every day.

when you say, “see you tomorrow,” he deflates at your words. it’s a weird feeling— he feels weird at the thought that he doesn’t like being alone anymore. that he misses you in the way he misses his phone. he feels bored without you there, and a part of him feels so empty when he doesn’t have you beside him.

when he drops you off at home that day, he realizes it feels strange to be alone again— “can you stay with me?”— he needs to be with you.

it takes michael kaiser 7 months.

kaiser lets his ego get in the way of his relationships. he thinks he can have anyone he wants, and that's why he wholeheartedly believes that he's above the idea of yearning for someone. the idea of wanting someone so much that his thoughts would be consumed by them, and only them? it’s unimaginable. he’s used to being admired, worshipped even, by others. he doesn’t need anyone— he doesn’t need you.

so the prick of irritation he feels, when he sees you laughing at another man’s jokes, catches him off-guard.

it shatters his pride, and he tries to ignore the heat that bubbles under his skin. but he can’t ignore the feeling of possessiveness that washes over him at the sight. you’ve always been his— the heated touches, the way you wear his cologne on your skin, the way you linger around him like it’s natural. you're mine, he always thinks to himself, but he never says it out loud. he’s above yearning— but the idea of you being with someone else makes him feel sick. and he’s not about to let another man take you away.

“come with me.” his voice is sharp and demanding, his mere presence filling the space with an unspoken challenge. but before you can speak, kaiser’s gripping your wrist, pulling you into him without another word of explanation. you don’t fight him, you don’t fight the excitement that it brings you. there’s something in his gaze, something so possessive and raw, that makes you follow him wordlessly. you’re mine, the thought echoes in his mind and for the first time in months, he can’t deny the feeling that has been brewing under the surface.

he yearns for you, and he’ll never let anyone strip this feeling away from him.

it takes oliver aiku 4 years and 2 months.

oliver would never deny the fact that he enjoys having you around. but you’re simply his friend— nothing less, and definitely nothing more than that. you’ve been in his life for years now, lingering in his orbit in a way that keeps you both close, but so far. you’re a constant in his life because he doesn’t need to act around you. he never needs to impress you, never needs to win you over with sugary words. you’ve never given him the typical attention he’s used to, the type of attention that he naturally demands. and that bothers him in a way he won’t admit. yet, it’s this disinterest that pulls at him like gravity. it keeps him coming back, keeps him by your side.

but he doesn’t want anything more from you— he doesn’t need it. it’s these words that keeps him from tainting you.

he doesn't like the dangerous and greedy feeling of wanting to have more of you, wanting to see you in ways that no one else has, and that dangerous feeling that makes him want to devote himself to you wholly. and that’s what gets to him. he’s used to being the one in control, the one who dictates the terms.

it's a futile attempt, he realizes. it's always been you who's had the upper hand.

he can no longer deny that he wants you, more than he’s ever wanted anyone. no one else has his heart racing ‘til he can hear his heartbeat in his ears, no one else has him hooked in the way you’ve been stringing him along. and suddenly, all those meaningless flings feel like distractions, like he’s been wasting time when what he really wants is right in front of him.

it’s not about lust, not about the chase—he just wants you. and this time, he’s not about to let fear or pride hold him back.

© rindreamery, 2024

[owarinaki]

Blue lock x Japan national football team World cup 2026

[imraespace]

Hii can I request bllk boy with a reader like she's suddenly starting to use words like "sybau " "boomshakalaka yeahhhh let's gawddd" I think u got it

GO GIRL GIVE US NOTHING! - just tiktok phrases

THIS includes : texts genre: crack NOTE: this was kinda hard to do LMAO so i just decided on tiktok phrases.. point them out guys!

PAIRINGS: ISAGI, BACHIRA, NAGI, REO, RIN, SAE, SHIDOU, AIKU, CHIGIRI

IMRAESPACE masterlist

[rinskazuu]

→ darling, you're my lover ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ v2

synopsis. ꨄ︎ a series of random texts you send to your bllk boyfriend

featuring. ꨄ︎ fem!reader x yukimiya, rin, aiku, isagi, shidou, ness (separate)

includes. ꨄ︎ established relationship, NSFW for shidou's, ass talk in aiku’s, cursing, fluff, reader just messing with the bllk guys, mentions of violence, MENTIONS OF BUGS AND SPIDERS (yukki's)

notes. ꨄ︎ i know this is a bit of an odd lineup... anywho, i do apologize if i wrote ness wrong. it's been a bit since i last read the manga, and during the entire NEL arc, i was just a tad bit (very) focused on kaiser

♪ track. ꨄ︎ lover by taylor swift

ver 1. sae, kaiser, otoya, karasu, bachira, reo, nagi

end notes. ꨄ︎ creds to my wife (straightest woman i know) for coming up with yukki's. i was running out of creativity juice

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[deckitout]

making him the blue lock captain was the correct choice however i was voting for rin again myself #bluelock