#oliver aiku my beloved

[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

[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

[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 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’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!!

[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.

[bibururokku]

At the rate they're leaving you, I think you're the one who needs to learn how to be a good boy that can sit and stay.

If you're having trouble, then maybe you should ask the Bastard München guys. I hear they're good at training others to obey since it's a dog eat dog world out there. ☺️

I'm seeing all these Blue Lock RP blogs pop up, and all I can think about is how it would be so over for some of you if these ppl ran into your inboxes and flirted with you—

Oh, how I would love to see this happen with the chaos that ensues right after

[pearl-blue-musings]

I don’t have any particular scenario I’m just burnt the fuck out and need a good cuddle / comfort session from my beloved Oliver aiku (I can’t get him off my brain)

also I don’t get to jump on your wine nights often anymore since you moved back home </3

💔💔

I knowwwww we’re so far away now!!! I still think about Manchester and it makes me smile 🥰

Oliver Aiku didn’t have to ask you how your day went. All he had to do was hear you come into your shared space, ignore his hello, and flop onto your shared bed with a grunt. He pauses his video of the previous match and pushes himself up off the couch.

He walks into your bedroom and sits next to you, placing his hand on your back. “Did you have another rough day?” You nod into the pillow and dig your fingers into the plushiness. Oliver sighs, and starts to rub at your back some more as he leans closer to the back of your head. “Do you need food?” You shake your head against the pillow and speak into it; your muffled words barely reach your partner. He chuckles and tucks your hair behind your ear. “I know you always need food, but fine fine…”.

You finally turn your head to get a good look at his heterochromatic eyes that always make you blush. Your pout loosens as you adjust more on your side. He flashes you an adorable smirk and kisses your cheek. “Aww, does my baby wanna cuddle? Why don’t you be direct with what you want?” A small grunt escapes your lips as you gently smack his hand away. He laughs softly before getting off the bed. His hands carefully maneuver under your back and legs as he brings you to the couch. Your arms naturally circle around his neck as you burrow yourself into him.

Oliver drops you into the couch, grabbing a blanket to cover the both of you. His arm wraps around your hip as he spoons you, holding you close. His warm breath fans your ear and neck as he leaves kisses on the back of your neck. “Do you mind if we watch my last match? I gotta prepare for our upcoming game.” You softly nod and place a hand over his, making yourself more comfortable.

The two of you continue to watch his game and before long his breathing and smooth talking puts you to sleep. He doesn’t stop cuddling and leaving soft kisses on any open skin he can find, hoping to soothe away any stressors that have been in your life lately.

Elle’s Wine Night!

[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."

[blue-thief]

for the ask game, oliver aiku, my dearly "don't really wanna say beloved because he's a bastard" haha

LMAO that's so real

Sexuality Headcanon: bisexual

Gender Headcanon: cis man sorry i don't have a funky gender hc for him (feel free to change my mind though)

A ship I have with said character: aikusen

A BROTP I have with said character: idk i think him and aryu specifically is a dynamic that scratches a certain itch in my brain

A NOTP I have with said character: nothing. again

A random headcanon: he has a really specific beard grooming routine. he still ends up looking kinda homeless though

General Opinion over said character: he's just some guy to me but he's a funny guy. his backstory with how he was originally a striker is really interesting though and i can't wait to see what else kaneshiro will do with his character, esp since his role in the story could do so much to expand on the themes

[simpingnightmare]

Chat..

I can’t unsee it

[merryspark]

Uh NO, another UP!date!

Oi My Beloved Followers Friends!

I hope this New Year will be awesome amazing for all of You! No more depression from my side, I came with rock-hard facts!! :D

Let me begin with some infos what you gonna be see from me in the upcoming weeks:

- finished asks from my box (for example BeeFormers, Human Barricade, etc.)

- finished old projects, like:

1.) You can meet Mr Flimsy and find out the end of the story;

2.) See the last page of one of my fav comic sheets how Cross doubted OP;

3.) Follow my new skill I learn from tutos bc I am a home-person currently lol - this keychain plushie I am working on is Ezreal from the LoL band Heartsteel. My li'l Sis pushed me to make it, she designed the sheets for me about the keychain, which was only the background element of an official LoL art, so we had to plan everything for ourselves to own this plushie, call it to life cuz the merch does not exist yet:

Talking about plushies, I have my excuse for missing the whole december - not just my home-problems: I worked really hard to make her an Oliver Aiku plushie from her fav anime BlueLock - it was my first job, and I did not find the perfect fabrics in the shops, so as you'll see below, it is not my peak work, but I keep practicing to make BeeFormers plushies in the future. :)

It was not an option to keep ya'll updated, because at daytime while she's at school we talk via Tumblr chat, so I would unmask my secret with any post about it, and would definitely bust my own sorry-ass in a minute. ;D Also, I learned to make embodiery (!!!) - some fatass teardrops escaped from my eye, because I bet my granny laughed her ass off from Heaven: when I was a lazy teenager, I've never planned the learn things from her (though she was an official women's tailor), even She called me into her room, and now She has to see I am learning the same stuff from YT videos... hahaha... How the turntables...

I am so sorry I was a bit sad in the close past in comments, sometimes things pull me down - like missing friends I left behind the city; friends from abroad I cannot spend enough time with: sometimes it feels I am invisible, and everybody stepped over, and continue their lives, the challenges they meet day by day, and I don't fit in their lives anymore. It is hard to handle problems at home, while I just try to be happy, but others are unsatisfied with their own life, so they try to ruin others'... So nevermind, I just wanted to reach out to all of you, because I Love You SO MUCH, and I am greatful for following me on Tumblr and other sites (which I shall Update as well...), because you look after me, and never get tired to text me, ask me, love my drawings!!!

You're the reason this blog is still good and produces new and quite acceptable pictures! :D 💚🩵💙🖤

Down below you gonna see Oliver plushie step by step, and more is to come ( sadly I have got only two hands, so cannot draw and sew at the same time )!!!

Thank you for reading!

I love you all!!

Note: this was the sample I used:

And I started the embodiery of the eyes (peak of my life by Daph):

To be continued....

[zorosdimples]

I also in a pretty crappy mood I hope you feel better soon. As for the character, my beloved Oliver aiku of course

likewise, sweet jasper! <3

oh oliver… the man can only think with his dick, and sidles up to you while you’re upset. he whispers in your ear that he can “put your mind at ease.” at first, you snap at him—irritated that he’s coming onto you at a time like this. but when he pulls you into his lap and you feel how badly he wants you… it’s hard to deny him. he’ll have you screaming and crying from pleasure; your head will be deliciously blank afterward!

[izvmimi]

Offering up my beloved on a silver platter: karasu tabito, Oliver aiku, inumaki toge, sero hanta and okkotsu yuuta

definitely flynn rider weighted especially when it comes to your blue lock faves!!

[silvamyman]

Oliver my god

Today the history of our beloved Oliver aiku is made

[prettyboykatsuki]

ur notifs are dealing real & true damage to my psyche ♥️ everytime i remember he’s six ft three i pray for immediate amnesia bc i feel myself losing decorum the more i ponder on it ♥️ been thinking a lot abt how he’d probably claim to not have a love language but do small gestures for u and play it off like its nothing.

example i imagine oliver being only your unofficial 🔌 but only bc he’s a freak abt u getting shit from anyone else and insists that his ppl have stuff with good quality control. which is sweet but obnoxious in a way only he can be. always insists on rolling for you. having your fave snacks for the inevitable munchies and when u press him abt the cost he claims he can think of 100 better ways for u to pay him back.

being so genuinely honest i think its hilarious imagining how his pr ppl might have tried to push him to shave. maybe to help with a better image in the press or for an awards ceremony or ad campaign that he got signed to but i would do smth drastic if he lost the scruff like……being forced to admit u liked it…..i hate that man

and u mentioned the babytrapping/roleplay (?) in response to another anon. i know that man is such an enabler during ovulation week like actively provokes u to get a reaction bc he loves that particular brand of desperation…. think of the WORST most smug individual u know and its probably oliver aiku. i want to tenderise him with a mallet!!!

resident oliver gremlin

BELOVED ANON ITS U AGAIN,,,, AS ALWAYS U SEE MY VISION WITH CLARITY

he's a lot of things you know... a scumbag... a jackass.. and for all the fights you get into over his loud mouth he is always kind of paying attention to you. he gets you the good weed, and his house always has the snacks you like (though he insists he just picked whatever no matter what) and when he can't keep up the facade - he'll act his usual self which is crass and off-putting and deliberately irritating

no one really gets why you and him are such a thing. why you can't leave him alone when he bugs you so much - but he really does just care in these very small and pointless ways that make u want to be around him despite all the other bullshit.

the whole shaving pr fiasco happens and oliver comes to tell you about it. he doesn't even really fuck you, you just kind of hang-out. he makes a one-off joke about keeping it just for you - it's not the same eating your pussy without giving you some rugburn. and you laugh and you're a little too close to him and brush his face and he kinda stops and goes "you really do like it though, right?"

its a little surprising but you nod and say yeah and he seems to like. almost visbly relax. his throat bobs and he hums, pleased and goes "i knew you did," but you kind of want to ask if that's true. does he really care that much about how u feel on how he looks? did that ever matter to him? it's not like he's not hot. he knows he's hot.

(oliver does not bother telling you that he indeed keeps the facial hair after a long night where you told him he's unfuckable without it. he also does not mention that sometimes, when you sleep against his chest - you push your face up and rub against him in a way he likes. he keeps these things to himself constantly)

ovulation week when ur schedule lines up.... u are not seeing daylight. he purposely wears his tight ass compression shirts and sweats and makes u paw at him like a cat in heat and then bullies you a bit before fucking you about it bc he's so nice. i need to go lay down.