❝ swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover ♡ ❞
──── ven or elle !
20+ | multifandom selfshipper ; kita shinsuke (hq!!), childe (genshin impact), isagi yoichi (bllk)
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!! disclaimer !! i will probably be writing/interacting with both nsfw and dark content (tagged as #nsfw.txt and #dark content.txt ), so if that makes you uncomfortable, feel free to either block or just filter out these tags. for minors, please block those tags completely or not interact with them, ty ♡
physically incapable of shutting up (yapper in priv AND on main)
may or may not write, will definitely shitpost and just post/reblog wtv
[i'll add more to this post when i feel like it idk what else to put here]
unfiltered word salad about yuuta + incest/stepcest (idk pick ur poison ig) under the read more dont look at me too closely i think its just my fever talking
charging up the yan sisconbeam and pointing it directly at okkotsu yuuta, go!
world's sweetest big brother who has spoiled his younger sibling into a rotten mess that can't (or rather, doesn't want to) function without him. sweet and strange yuuta with his sour and even stranger younger sibling, codependent to worrying degrees but only in places where the only light that can touch you is the glint in yuuta's adoring, endlessly adoring eyes that only ever seem to clearly see you. yuuta with his sheepish but indulgent smile when he acts as a buffer against the world for his mean and snappish younger sibling.
he's so gentle and patient with you, and he never complains even when he has to hold you still through your most terrible tantrums and self-destructive spirals because you're just like him: a terribly jealous and greedy and selfish creature that can never be fully satiated with all the love it craves/covets. you want just as he wants. starve as he starves. he understands. of course he does. the hunger that lives inside you was something you learned from him, after all.
so you feed each other in every way you know how.
his love is weighty and suffocating despite his sweetness. your love is just as horrific, if not a misshapen and clumsy imitation of him. though you certainly do your best to match his intensity, you are, before anything else, a spoiled creature that he's meticulously and diligently cared for from the day you came home and he became your big brother. you're not used to exerting so much effort when yuuta's always taken the initiative to meet you where you are. always so insistent on treating you preciously, even when it's hard and inconvenient. it's your oldest and basest instinct to lean on him for everything, because that's what he taught you; it's his oldest and most natural reflex to take care of you, because that's the most fundamental thing in his world.
it sounds kinda sweet on paper (to him, anyway), but he knows it's unhealthy. immoral, insane, incredibly fucked up — that's him and his beloved younger sibling, alright. you and your beloved older brother. what a pair you two make. he should do something about it, really, but ... well.
in your relationship, there's no telling which one is parasite or host. the only thing that matters at the end of the day is that you two are together, closer than anything else in the world. what else (who else) would you need other than each other?
i'll explain more when im coherent but ehueaurgh i love. Yuuta
𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 .ᐟ welcome to the seasonal opening of your quirky host alice's radio station event, where every valentine's day season, i highlight special couples and showcase their love to the world! in other words, i'll be hosting an all-in-one valentine's day & self-shipping event in which i'll be giving you some special gifts for you and your beloveds to celebrate the month of love!
𝟑… 𝟐… 𝟏… 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ this event will last from 02/09 to 02/28! i'll be opening up slots for both mutuals & followers/non-mutuals, will be for those only 18+, and everything will come on a first-come, first-serve basis, with more slots possibly opening depending on the demand.
𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 .ᐟ each person will be receiving these three gifts from yours truly.
three specialized songs of my recommendation based on your self-ship.
a mini-moodboard.
an expertise (-ish...) answer to any of questions from below, asked from either your point of view or your beloved's. make sure to give the host a brief peek into you and your lover's personality!
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃, 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 ? to participate, call me and (send me an ask) detail everything below.
your self-ship of your choosing.
the genres and 3-4 artists you frequently listen to.
the question of your choosing (see "what's the sitch?").
feel free to link any self-ship related posts that you may have!
𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 .ᐟ as of 02/08, 03:00 CST, there are currently 12 spots for mutuals available and 7 for followers/non-mutuals. these are subject to change/upgrade depending on the amount of callers on the line! the host will send each caller a voicemail (ask) confirming their call and will send out updates as needed in regards to slots taken and slots added, so keep tuning in!
MUTUALS: 0 / 12 (on hold: …)
FOLLOWERS & NON-MUTUALS: 0 / 7 (on hold: …)
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 ? these are all the questions that you can ask for your call from either your own point of view or your partner's! you are more than welcome to also send in your own personal question as well!
"I'm going on a date with the person I hold dearest in my heart for the first time, but I'm so nervous, I don't know where to go or what to do! Can you recommend some places or activites they might like?"
"I've been in limbo with this friend I've liked for so long and I don't know whether I should make a move or not. How do I know when is the right time?"
"I despise this person with all my being—or at least I thought. Something is changing whenever I look and talk to them, but I can't tell what it is. It can't be love... right?"
"This person and I... we have a complicated relationship. I adore them and I think they love me too, but for certain reasons, we can't hold down a relationship... at least not in public. What should I do?"
"I know I shouldn't, but I haven't moved on from this person I used to love... because I still love them, even though we ended things awhile ago. I just found out they're still single and I don't know if it's right for me to make a move again or not. Is it worth the risk?"
"My lover and I have seem to hit a plateau in our relationship. Everything is okay, but we haven't done anything exciting lately. What are some things I can do that they might like to spice things up?"
"I think I'm ready to take the next step in my relationship with my partner. What should I do to make my proposal as memorable as possible?"
"Lately, I've realized I have feelings for the person I thought I've disliked for the longest time. I want to do something special for them for Valentine's Day, but what should I do so it doesn't seem awkward and out of the blue?"
"My sibling has this friend I've admired for awhile and I think they like me back! But I don't know how my sibling will feel about it, even though I really love their friend... what should we do?"
"I've been in this play-pretend relationship with my coworker/friend/acquaintance for some time now, but the lines are blurring of what's real and what's fake. I think I'm starting to like them... is that a bad thing? How do I know if we've accidentally started something more?"
"I'm terribly head over heels for my best friend. They're the most amazing person I've ever and will ever know in my life and while I do want something more with them, I'm terrified of ruining what we have and losing them completely. How should I let them know my feelings? Should I tell them in the first place?"
"I'm dating someone I shouldn't be dating, at least not openly. But I want the world to know what we have and that they're mine and I'm theirs. How can we showcase our love to the world without involving the risks?"
"Two people I know are both in love with me and I don't know what to do as I love both of them equally. I don't know how to confess my feelings for one of them while risking losing the other. What should I do?"
"I really like this person who is almost the complete opposite of my personality. They're like the sun to me, bright in more ways than one. Would we be compatible in a relationship? Or are we simply too different?"
ive been losing my mind over two internships this academic year yall im so glad to be graduating soon. i am also terrified of life after uni bc the job market is COMPETITIVE here (。﹏。*)
tags: pseudocest, pwp, fingering, friends to... lovers that engage in big bro/lil sis rp?, oliver lowkey loves bullying/embarrassing you, reader is extremely tsun
wc: 1.8k
summary: the first step of commitment is to be honest with yourself and your partner. the second step, is to fail that completely. or you're unsure about committing to oliver. oliver commits too hard to a bit.
a/n: ty @nyxypoo for beta reading for me!! <3 idk oliver just has a raging nii-chan/making reader squirm in embarassment fetish in this. enjoy!!
read on ao3
"Let me take you out on a date."
Oliver's words catch you off guard. He doesn't flinch, stutter, or hesitate. He has all the confidence a professional athlete of his calibur is expected to have. Part of you wishes he didn't.
"Huh?" you ask, completely dumbfounded.
"Let me take you out on a date," he repeats again, making himself comfortable by leaning against the arm of the loveseat you're sitting on. "Somewhere nice. Not this whole takeout situation we do all the time."
You do your best to calm yourself down. What's that thing you're supposed to do when you're freaking out? Five things you can see? Well, you can see your food getting cold on the coffee table, the way the sunset spills through the windows and paints Oliver in a warm ethereal glow, his handsome smile that makes you want to melt into him, and, and, and—
This isn't helping.
It takes you a moment to get your head anything close to clear. But, despite everything, you like what you have going on with Oliver. You've never dreamed of being his girlfriend in any realistic sense. Didn't want to deal with the stress of either being a celebrity's secret partner or the harassment that comes with going public.
Frankly, you don't want to ruin what you have. This is good enough—or so you've convinced yourself.
"I'm… I'm not interested," you finally reply.
"Oh, really?" he asks, crossing his arms and tilting his head. Despite just being rejected, he keeps his cool. Even smiles a little, and you hate that you think he looks cute.
"Yeah, really," you insist.
"Can I get a reason at least?"
If you're being honest with yourself, you don't want to give him one. Part of you knows whatever shitty excuse you try to use with him, he'll see right through it. That doesn't stop you from making an effort.
"You're like a brother to me."
It's a shit excuse, you know it. But it's the only thing you were able to come up with in your scrambled mind.
"That's fine with me."
For the second time tonight, he's left you at a loss for words. Even though you knew he'd shoot down any excuse, this wasn't the response you were expecting. You sit there for a moment, trying to think of a response to push past your lips but all that comes out are choked sounds, short of being anything close to comprehendible words.
"W-what do you mean that's fine with you?" you spit back at him, incredulous. "What, should I call you nii-chan to get you to back off?"
"Only if you want me to get hard."
Unbelievable. At this point you can't even bring yourself to look him in the eye. Maybe lying to him was the best option. You could only imagine how cheeky he would get over you telling him the truth.
"You're a fucking freak," you scoff.
"I thought you said I was your brother," he says back, emphasizing the last word with a teasing lilt.
"You can be two things at once."
"And what does that make you?"
"What do you mean what does that make me?"
"Just look at you, getting all worked up by this. You can't even look me in the eye right now." As if to prove his point, he forces himself into your field of vision, only for you to turn away.
He doesn't let you get away with it though, his hands coming up to squish your cheeks and make you face him.
"Don't lie to me and give me this brother bullshit."
"I'm not lying," you strain through your teeth.
"Yeah? Then how about you let your nii-chan take the lead?" he asks, tilting his head before he comes around to whisper in your ear. "Fuck you all nice and sweet? Maybe it'll make ya more honest."
He doesn't really give you a chance to answer him, not that you think you'd be able to. How could you bring yourself to say anything when he kisses your ear so gently?
He pulls away for a second, bringing you to face him once again.
"Fuck, you're not gonna stop me?"
The last thing you want is for him to stop. You may have been too shy to take the leap but if Oliver's going to dive in head first, who are you to stop him? All you give him is a shy shake of your head, hoping it's enough to keep him going.
"Seriously?" he scoffs, "I wanted to be a gentleman for once and now we're going at this all out of order."
His hand traces up your thigh, inching up slowly. Each inch he drags along the skin makes you feel hotter, needier for his touch elsewhere. You can't help but get restless, squeezing your thighs together for something, anything to soothe the aching desire growing between your legs.
"For what's it worth," he says, voice deep and low into your ear,"I wouldn't ask you to call me nii-chan till our third date. Minimum."
Part of you thought he'd be more impatient, more insatiable. You're not sure how you feel about this side of Oliver, too good at keeping you on the edge for his own entertainment, but one thing is certain: the suspense is killing you.
"Come on, tell nii-chan what you want. You can do that much, can't you?" he coos, like a parent trying to get their spoiled child to share a toy. "Though I guess that's how we got into this mess in the first place, huh?"
"God, don't be weird about this," your voice wobbles unsteadily.
"I didn't make it weird," he sneers, "And even if I did, it looks like you're enjoying it."
His hand finally makes its way to the wet patch of your underwear, and you're hit with the sudden realization that this is actually happening. Oliver's just one thin layer of fabric away from touching you, from giving you something you were so close to denying. You can barely hold back your voice every time he runs his fingers over your clothed cunt, especially when he presses down on your clit.
"Don't hold back," he purrs, "how's nii-chan supposed to know you're feeling good?"
"You're such a perv," you attempt to spit back at him, only for your voice to waver as he starts tracing circles around your clit.
"Look who's talking."
His fingers finally make their way under your underwear and you let out a shaky moan in relief and anticipation. It's unlike you, getting so worked up over the simplest touches, but Oliver has that effect on you.
As his pace quickens, it's much harder to keep your voice held back, choked whimpers spilling from your lips as he gets you closer and closer to the precipice of pleasure.
The whole thing is embarassing, and Oliver is reveling in it; he hasn't had that stupid smirk wiped off his face since he started touching you. It doesn't help that you can't hide just how wet you are once his fingers drag between your lips before pressing shallowly against your hole.
"Didn't you think of me as a brother? Now look at you, getting all wet for him,"
"I'm not," you whine, your voice sounding foreign to your own ears.
"Yeah?"
You make a poor attempt to talk back, only to be interrupted by Oliver's fingers slipping inside you, achingly slow. He's messing with you again.
"Is this enough for my precious baby sister?" he asks, voice saccharine sweet before digging his fingers in deeper. "Or does she need more?"
His words light a fire in your core, causes heat to bleed from your cheeks. It shouldn't have such an effect on you. Still, you squirm more under his touch, attempting to close your legs shut, feeling much too vulnerable in front of him. He doesn't relent, his hand pressing against you to keep you splayed open for him.
So you bite through the embarassment, barely able to force out a meek,
"More—"
"Hm? I didn't hear that."
"More, nii-chan," you moan out in the sweetest tone you can muster. Anything to mess with his head just as much as he's been messing with yours.
Something snaps in him.
He's finally starting to act more like the Oliver you expected— greedy, and grabbing at any part of you he can get his hands on. His fingers are practically knuckles deep inside you, scissoring around to find your most sensitive spot.
Once he finds it, he doesn't let go. He doesn't even get close to letting go when tears well up in your eyes. It's all so overwhelming—his fingers are already enough to stretch you out so deliciously. How could you feel so full just from this?
It doesn't help to hear his breathing stagger as his fingers fuck you in earnest. All you can do is blabber incoherently in a poor effort to ask him to slow down, but of course Oliver doesn't honor that.
"Didn't know you could get like this," he casually remarks as he thrusts his fingers deeper inside of you. "I'm lucky to have such a cute sister."
It's not lost on you how his praise makes you all fuzzy and light-headed, makes your walls flutter around him, as if his words are touching you too. All you can do is hope he doesn't notice, but luck isn't on your side.
"Fuck, you really are just as perverted as me, you know? At least I'm honest about it," he's practically groaning into your ear, only adding to your arousal. "It's ok, at least your body's more honest than whatever comes out your mouth."
Oliver gets mean; meaner than before. He breaks out all the stops, massaging your clit in tight circles while bullying your cunt by hitting the spot that makes you scream for him. It's too much, all at once.
"Yeah? You gonna cum for nii-chan now?"
It's impossible to form a coherent response—you're too distracted by the impending high and the way your pussy threatens to clamp down on his fingers like a vice. It crashes into you just a few moments later, all broken moans and choked breaths as the waves of your orgasm wash over you.
"It's ok, nii-chan's got you," Oliver guides you through it, his fingers finally slowing down as you writhe under him.
Once you're able to catch your breath, Oliver takes his fingers out from you. Seeing your arousal painted so plainly on him is enough to make your cheeks burn hot all over again.
"And you said I was a freak," he scoffs, admiring the wet mess you left behind on his fingers.
so funny that hugo does nawt move me at all despite him actually having somewhat of a personality + we got a look into his philosophy. when bunny released, he had one chapter and an edgy line and my Attention
