#((Muse; Aoba))

[nothatsmi]

I couldn't be prouder to have you as a partner

They're slamming volley balls onto my brains.

Also I can't believe I had to go to the OVA to see the iconic Thank you for the last three years scene - why this shojo looking ass scene isn't in the main series will forever be a mystery. (maybe iwa-chan's intense stare was considered porn i mean idk man)

This show is actually pretty difficult to make fanart of cause at the same time I wanna do full illustrations of the characters - making the efforts and all you know - and at the same time there are so many i want to draw?? How am I supposed to choose, like I end up doing little doodles of everyone but I'm unsatisfied cause I wanna draw them better. But right now I'm good.

[enigmaticvariation]

It's so hard being a haikyuu fan who doesn't give a fuck about oikawa and atsumu but by god someone has to do it!

[cpirits]

// LITERALLY CRYING xDDD friends tagged, I have time stamps for character moments, unless you want to watch the whole thing xDD

I CANNOT TAKE THIS DUB HAVING AoKou CALLING EACH OTHER BITCHES. THEY WERE MADE TO BE THE DEFAULT COUPLE

@kitxkatrp (@ 2:40 | 4:40 | 9:18 | 10:53 | 11:23 -Koujaku) @videcoeur ( @ 6:59 | 15:14 | 15:48 | 17:32 -Mink)

[mintys-musings]

Tsumugi Aoba x GN!Producer!Reader - Afterparty

MUGI DAY MUGI DAY MUGI DAY 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 im nothing but a hole for him Anyway- Enjoy Tsumugi Aoba Simp Nation! This is what I’ve brought to the potluck to eat 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 have yall heard that audio of his VA doin some asmr with one of those mics that make it sound like he’s right in your ear and he kisses you and stuff i- *minty has been forcibly removed from this post*

summary: All work and no play makes the two hardest workers at NewDi dull people. Treat yourself a little, why don’t you? tags: mildly drunk sex, top!Tsumugi, bottom!reader, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, lil bit of size kink i think- word count: 1668

NSFW under cut~

You could barely see Tsumugi in the dim light. Every now and then, the flashing lights would shine bright enough from around the wall so you could see his equally sweaty, blushing face. You both had quite a bit to drink already. A celebration for a job well done. 

A successful tour had taken place for NewDi’s biggest stars. You were so proud of everyone who was involved, but you were most proud of the most magical unit of all. The unit you mainly produced for, obviously. Switch did amazing as ever— and after seeing Sora get home safely, you, Natsume, and Tsumugi attended an afterparty with all of the crew. All organized by Anzu and yourself, of course. The perks of the P-Association was having contacts all around that knew where to get whatever the hell was needed for anything. Wild parties included. Natsume was whisked away to god knows where as soon as he stepped in, leaving you and Tsumugi stuck together to drink. And now-

“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do this.” Tsumugi’s hair stuck to his forehead slightly as he planted open mouthed kisses down your neck. “All those late nights planning in the office-”

He let out a soft groan as you palmed at the bulge in his pants. Shit- He felt big- 

“You should’ve just taken me then.”

Your voice could barely be heard over the music. The thud of the bass could be felt against the wall you were pushed up against. Anyone could come around the corner and spot you two. But the thrill of it all made your blood rush.

He looked at you with that sweet, serene expression of his, pressing two fingers to your lips. “Open for me?” His voice was too kind. You complied right away.

At handshake events, you’d always heard fans gush about his hands. And you never really got why until now—

His fingers pressed against your tongue and you took the liberty of licking and softly suckling on the digits. You stared at him through your eyelashes and you don’t think you’ve ever seen this man so entranced by anything. That includes Natsume’s own magic. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth once they were well coated in spit and leaned in to give you a languid kiss.

Tsumugi’s hand dipped into your trousers and passed the waistband of your underwear— his other hand working to fully take those bits of clothing off.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt his fingers glide over your sex, collecting any fluid that had gathered from the ungodly amount of arousal you were feeling right now. In contrast to the kiss, his hand was relentless, prodding at your hole. His movements had a bit of clumsiness that you would expect of the man, but he knew what to do all the same.

When he pulled back from the kiss, his glasses were askew and you were both panting from all the movement. He looked at you with a kind smile as he pushed one of your legs up by the back of your knee.

Your own hands were fumbling with his belt as he pushed two fingers into you slowly.

“You look so good right now…” He muttered. You almost didn’t hear him over the music.

His tongue glides over your neck, sucking hickeys into your skin with a groan as you finally push down his pants and underwear enough to let his cock spring free.

Both of you worked in tandem to get each other off. Your hand stroked him at the same pace as he was fingering your hole. His tip was leaking bead after bead of precum that you slathered up and down his dick to act as lube as you sped up. 

The way Tsumugi whimpered and moaned right into your ear was addicting. Every now and then he would moan your name and his head would drop to your shoulder. You could feel him twitching and throbbing as he humped eagerly into your hand.

You couldn’t entirely tell if he felt like he prepped you enough, or he was just too horny to make the foreplay last longer. Either way, you whined as his fingers pulled out of you. Tsumugi hoisted you up by the back of your thighs, squeezing your ass and making you wrap your legs around his waist.

“You see that, Producer?” He grinned. His voice was ragged with desire and lust as he prodded the spot just above where the tip of his dick rested against your lower half. “That’s how deep I’ll be inside you~” 

Even now, he maintained his usual mild mannered expression.

“If you want it inside, that is~!”

You looked at him like he was crazy. “Tsumugi… Please.” You begged. “Please please please~”

He chuckled and softly kissed you. “I’m just teasing.”

Both of you let out loud moans that were just barely covered up by the chatter and cheers at the party. Was someone making a toast? Hard to say when you were too busy focusing on the thick cock splitting you in two.

“Such a perfect little hole.” He breathed out. “You’re so tight… You’re practically sucking me in.”

You two were panting like crazy by the time he bottomed out inside you. Your head tipped back to rest against the wall. His hands massaged your thighs to try and get you to relax further. Your warm walls held him snuggly as he slowly pulled out inch by inch, the drag of his cock making you gasp.

Both of you had half a mind to realize a hush fell over the party. Someone was speaking to the crowd. Arashi was thanking everyone for their work, but that didn’t matter too much in your situation. All you knew was that it meant you and Tsumugi had to quiet down.

All too horny, Tsumugi started to shallowly thrust in and out of you. Your mouth was agape in a silent moan as you two stared into each other’s eyes.

“Tsumugi~” You whined softly.

He bit back a groan hearing you sound so sweet for him. His movements sped up just a little. The slow burn of desire is hot inside of him. A shameful thought came to him at that moment as he watched you grip at his shoulders and bite your lip to keep the noises down.

What if someone caught the two of you?

The thought was humiliating, but there was a carnal desire to show you off like this. To let others look, but not touch. To let others see how wonderful you looked under him. Tsumugi was not one for exhibition, but the thought was just so arousing he started to push your buttons to get you louder.

You were being fucked up the wall as Tsumugi’s thrust deep into you. Not at all fast, but good fucking god he was deep inside you. Your eyes rolled upward as you covered your mouth. You didn’t think anyone was close enough to hear, but the sound of his hips rolling into yours as his cock dug into your hole was getting to you.

Arashi’s voice rang over the speakers.

“We aren’t sure where the Deputy Director or Switch’s Producer is at the moment, but without them we wouldn’t have been able to pull off such an amazing-”

You two didn’t care to listen. The moment thanks were wrapped up and the cheering and music started again, Tsumugi’s grip on your thighs tightened.

His dick was practically pistoning in and out of you as you scrambled to hold onto him. You buried your face into the crook of Tsumugi’s neck as he fucked you mercilessly. The music blaring covered both of your noises from everyone except each other. His guttural moans and curses flowed into your ear. Your mind was going numb with how he sounded- how he felt inside of you- nothing else. Just you and Tsumugi.

You moan out his name, tears springing to your eyes with one particularly hard thrust. “Fuck! Tsumugi~!” You practically wailed.

He immediately got the hint and kept at that same pace. The tip of his cock pounded into your walls over and over- Each and every time hitting where you were most sensitive. The feeling was downright euphoric as each thrust earned him a higher pitched moan from you.

Tsumugi leaned in for a brief sloppy kiss before resting his forehead against yours. His eyes stared into yours, full of desire. “You like it when I fuck you like this?”

Your mouth hung open for a few seconds, nothing leaving except moans of pleasure as one of his hands played with your sex. His fingers less clumsy now as every rubbing motion had a purpose to bring you closer and closer to orgasm.

“F-Feels so good, Tsumugi~” It took all your brain power to formulate that sentence.

He felt you tighten up considerably around him and he cursed. Your walls felt so good. So warm… “S-s-sho fucking— Gah~!”

Tsumugi wrapped his arms around your waist. To hell with rhythm— he humped at you like a damn dog as he reached his end. His words were starting to slur from the overwhelming amount of pleasure, but he grunted and mumbled praises in your ear. He told you just how much he wanted this, all the fantasies he’s had about you. He was drooling onto your shoulder as he fucked you like his life depended on it. You were going insane hearing it all, feeling your own climax approaching.

With a whiny moan, he buried himself deep inside you. Hot bursts of cum filled your insides, causing you to orgasm just from the feeling. Your toes curled and you clung to Tsumugi as you tried to calm down. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear to help you, keeping himself inside as he felt himself soften up.

Certainly. This was a great reward for a job well done.

[deadendbutcher]

said he's a noiz kinnie and his favorite dmmd characters are aoba and koujaku i said oh i'm sure

[whiskeysmulti]

How attractive are you?

Diagnosis results: Enma, your attractiveness is 66

"This machine has to be broken. No one's ever called a loser like me attractive."

[temporalhaze]

(( tag dump

[queenharumiura]

Koyo:

Flops a hoard of pocky right there. "Take it."

[Unprompted ask] @musessinabag

"Haru thought you said she was annoying and that you don't care for her?" You don't give gifts to someone you're indifferent towards.

Mighty suspicious if you were to ask her. Today is also pocky day no less, so what's with this?

Is she going to reject the pocky? No way, she won't waste food.

"Haru will accept these pocky as a peace offering." She manages to say in between her nibbling on the pocky sticks. Haru is proving to the world why her mun-san calls her a hamster.

[praeteritus-memories]

In the distant future, humans live in the floating city of Upton, suspended hundreds if not thousands of feet above the ground. While their technology is highly impressive, the humans themselves know nothing of war. They spend their days getting high, getting laid, playing games, and just chilling. The vast majority of labor is done by robots controlled by a highly advanced AI. Should vampires return, they would rely on the city's defense systems and not do any fighting themselves. (Adventure Time Fiona and Cake)

Alucard proceeds to squint and tap the screen a few times, before ultimately shrugging off whatever this message was.

"I'm not sure what I just read, nor what a Fiona and Cake is, so...I'm going to leave with a drink and pretend I didn't read the ramblings of a mad man."

"Tch, I'm in the distant future and keep dreaming, pal. If things were that peaceful, I wouldn't have to work at a job with a bunch of kids coming to bother me and weird guys calling to hear me talk."

[orphanedwolfandfriends]

“Achoo!” She sneezed, rubbing her nose. She may have been out here for too long! She was spending her noontime in a rain coat, hat ‘n boots to splash around in the puddles. It only just stopped raining, so there wouldn’t be any harm in going out to play, right? Well, maybe slipping and falling in mud...but that’s about it!

She giggles, hopping around, and splashing her feet into one. She noticed a much larger one, and couldn’t resist! From the relaxing smell of the wet surroundings, something caught her attention. She paused when she was close enough to the puddle. It was unfamiliar...and a little scary. She flinched to hear something large splash itself in the puddle, and the sound of something growling. Her eyes widened, the rest of her body frozen with fear as she slowly turned to look at the source of the sound. A very large white wolf was seen, and her heart dropped. She cowered in front of the creature, beginning to run, her hat flying off her hair. She screamed, needing help.

The wolf snagged her by her raincoat and yanked her back, making her slip. She took it off quickly, the wolf swinging the coat around, thankfully without her still wearing it. She panted as she ran, footprints being left in the mud which would be replaced with the wolf’s pawprints. She came upon a stone wall, looking up at it, quickly thinking she could climb up it. She began her first attempt. But rocks fell out on the next spot she grabbed, earning her falling down on her butt. She teared up in fear, the wolf closing up behind her. She scooted back, her head meeting the same rock wall. She looked around in a panic for any solution. Bah, no rocks or sticks could make this thing go away!!

She was terrified, shutting her eyes tightly. Just when she thought she’d be agoner...

The wolf started to scratch harshly at his neck where the collar stayed. Somewhere beneath the growling, one eye peeked open to a couple of whimpers...it translating to her that it hurt. Something hurt. Was...it the collar? The scratching would go on for half a minute, enough time for her to watch. She was still frightened, but started to wonder. “...Y-your collar...i-is that what’s making you all mad..?” She asks, her body jolting and hugging her knees when the wolf snapped his teeth at her before he continued to scratch. She sniffled. She observed the creature more, noticing little specks of blood from the more he scratched...that, combined with the whimpers wasn’t sitting right with her. The collar theory might be right...maybe if she took it off, he won’t eat her. She may be terrified...but if she doesn’t try, she’s as good as dead. She sniffed, getting up, and booking it to the wolf, gripping the collar tight. The wolf growled, pulling himself away from her. She was holding on tightly as she looked around for a way to take it off, and quickly. She was able to find a prong. The wolf shook around more, before the leather would be slipped through the prong. The wolf had enough, then pushed her off him with a large paw, pinning her down on the ground, only to pause...

The collar...she took it off. That was stupidly lucky. The white wolf was left paused, before beginning to whimper and removing the paw from her body. I’m so sorry...I’m sorry... Cayla could hear those apologetic whispers into words, on account of her ability to understand what canines say. She has never in her life seen an adult so terrified...it was...an awful sight to see. She looked at the collar, tossing it to the side. Comparing his fear, to how scared she was of being eaten, this looked...worse. Her heart sank down to her stomach as she rubbed the back of her head from the earlier impact. She got up, her backside being covered in mud and wet grass. She didn’t care right now...she stepped towards the wolf.

Out of guilt, the wolf whimpered at her. Please...don’t come closer, pup. I could’ve..nnh...you could’ve been killed. “It really was the collar, huh...?” She asked. The wolf huffed. Yeah, it’s the collar...just- please... He begged in whimpers. “But..you’re hurt...I wanna help..” She said. No, no you don’t. Not after what just happened. God, I’m so sorry... He whimpered, his large head rubbing up against her body. You poor little thing..you didn’t deserve that... He’d add on. Cayla put her small hands on his large head. What a big guilty puppy he was. He froze up from feeling her small hand give him a pet. She was being so gentle and good with him...she doesn’t realize the rest of his body would ache from any movements. His large tail swished side to side, being silent, appreciative of her kindness. “I get angry like that too...” She said. He didn’t know or like what that entailed. He gives her a gentle lick on her cheek. Then another. And another...he pulled her over at this point to sit down, Cayla looking very confused. “Wh- what’re you doing..?” She asks. The wolf licks the back of her head to clean off the grass and dirt, spitting it back out. Cleaning you...I made you all dirty. Cayla held his large snout to make him stop. “You don’t have to do that, I can take a bath when I get home.” She smiled at him though. The white wolf’s tail thumped on the ground. He was happy she was being so good to him...he applauds her for being as tough as she is, especially after what transpired between them. He licks her forehead just to be affectionate now.

Cayla had so many questions...why the collar made him be so different, and why he’s so darn big. He had questions himself...where did she come from? She’s never seen her in his own pack before, yet she’s one of them. Their thoughts were interrupted with the rain suddenly coming down on them. And the white wolf had the thought process to take her to the nearest cave. “Ah? What’re you doing...I can go home!” She says. In the rain? Nuh uh! You’re staying right here until it stops. She didn’t appear to have a lot of fur, so he thought she’d get cold. He curled up around her, letting his body warmth be of some aid. Cayla pouted. She believed she could get through it fine...she’s tough! Though...she feels rather comfortable, snuggled up in his fur.

“Do you have a name..?” She asks the wolf, laying her head down on his body.

...It’s Aoba. My name’s Aoba! You?

“...Cayla.”

[noorpersona]

Managerial Duties: Aoba Johsai

Aoba Johsai’s volleyball team was many things—talented, competitive, and, above all, nosy. But when it came to you, their manager, they had collectively accepted one simple fact: you lived in oversized, comfortable clothing.

Baggy sweatpants, hoodies, loose athletic shirts—if it wasn’t designed for maximum comfort, you didn’t wear it. Even during official team meetings outside of school, you opted for relaxed attire: a sweatshirt over leggings, sneakers, and maybe a jacket if it was cold. It wasn’t that you disliked fashion, exactly. You just didn’t see the need to dress up for them.

So when you casually mentioned you had to leave practice early for a family event, no one thought much of it.

"Skipping out on us?" Oikawa teased, tossing a volleyball in the air as you packed up your clipboard. "And here I thought we were your favorite people in the world."

"You’re absolutely not," you deadpanned, adjusting the strap on your bag.

"What’s the occasion?" Iwaizumi asked, more genuinely curious.

"Wedding," you muttered. "Family thing. My parents are making me go."

Matsukawa, stretching lazily, smirked. "That why you’re sneaking off?"

"Something like that," you grumbled, crossing your arms. "They’re making me wear this stupid dress. It’s all tight and uncomfortable, and the shoes are even worse. Who the hell decided that formalwear should be painful?"

Hanamaki raised an eyebrow. "What’s it look like?"

You groaned, already dreading the memory of trying it on. "It’s one of those straight-jacket ones that make you feel like you can’t breathe. Apparently, looking ‘put together’ is more important than basic human comfort. I swear, my mom picked this just to torture me."

"Sounds fancy," Watari mused.

"Sounds awful," you corrected. "I’m gonna suffer through this thing and then burn it the second I get home."

"Bet you’ll look nice, though," Kindaichi added hesitantly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You gave him a deadpan look. "If you call suffering looking nice, sure. Anyway, I’ll see you guys at the next practice. Don’t destroy the gym while I’m gone."

"No promises!" Hanamaki called as you walked off.

That was the end of it.

Practice was still in full swing when you stepped back into the gym, freshly changed and already regretting every single life choice that had led you to this moment. You had only come back because you’d stupidly left your phone on the bench, a mistake that now seemed far worse than just being phoneless for a few hours. The team was scattered across the court, finishing up drills and cooldowns, their chatter filling the space as they moved around. You had hoped—prayed, even—that you could slip in, grab your phone, and leave unnoticed. But fate, as always, was cruel.

Then you stepped forward.

And the entire gym stopped dead in its tracks.

Oikawa, who had been mid-sentence, visibly choked. His water bottle slipped from his hand, clattering to the floor.

"Holy shit," Matsukawa whispered, not even trying to be subtle.

Iwaizumi, caught off guard, blinked hard, as if his brain needed an extra second to process what was happening. Yahaba, who had been chatting with Kunimi, turned so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash, mouth opening but no words coming out. Kunimi, usually too lazy to react to anything, actually paused, his usual indifferent stare slightly wider than normal.

Even Kyotani, who rarely paid attention to anything that wasn’t volleyball or fighting, furrowed his brows, looking between you and the rest of the team like he had just walked into some elaborate prank. After a long pause, he finally muttered, "Why do you look like that?"

You shifted uncomfortably, hating every second of this. "My God. Can you guys stop staring?"

"We can’t," Watari blurted, sounding just as shocked as the rest.

Because, for the first time since they had met you, you weren’t wearing your usual baggy, oversized clothing. You weren’t hidden under loose layers of fabric that swallowed your frame. No, today, you had been dressed by your mother, which meant you were in something far more… put together.

The dress was sleek and form-fitting, something you never would have picked for yourself. The fabric hugged your silhouette in a way that felt unfamiliar, and you had spent the entire night feeling like you were playing dress-up in someone else’s clothes. To make matters worse, your mother had insisted on makeup—subtle, but noticeable enough to make you feel even less like yourself. The heels were even worse—unsteady, impractical, and making you curse whoever thought fancy shoes should hurt.

"Why—how—what?!" Kindaichi, who had been stretching, nearly tipped over from shock.

"Is that you?" Hanamaki added, pointing unnecessarily.

"No," you deadpanned. "I’m an imposter. The real me is at the wedding, plotting my escape."

"Hah—seriously, though! You clean up nice," Matsukawa mused, looking you up and down with a smirk. "Didn’t know you had it in you."

"No one did," Yahaba muttered, still looking at you like you had just shapeshifted before his eyes. "What the hell."

"I don’t," you grumbled, adjusting the hem of the dress uncomfortably. "My parents picked this out. Not my choice."

"Your parents should pick your outfits more often," Oikawa said before immediately ducking as Iwaizumi chucked a towel at his head.

Kunimi let out a short exhale. "So that’s what was under all those sweatpants. Huh."

Kyotani just grunted, arms crossed. "Tch. Whatever. Doesn’t change anything." But the way he kept glancing at you said otherwise.

"And that’s why I dress the way I do," you huffed.

Sensing your growing discomfort, Iwaizumi sighed, running a hand down his face. "Alright, that’s enough. Stop freaking out."

"I am freaking out," Oikawa retorted. "This is earth-shattering news."

"You’re an idiot," Iwaizumi muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You love me," Oikawa shot back, undeterred.

"I don’t," Iwaizumi deadpanned.

You exhaled, already exhausted. "Okay, I’m leaving now. If anyone makes another comment, I swear I’m quitting this team."

"No, wait!" Oikawa called. "Just one picture—"

You shot him a withering glare that promised pain if he continued that sentence. He wisely shut up.

With that, you turned on your heel and left, still muttering under your breath about hating dresses, hating heels, and how you were never letting your mother pick your outfits again. Behind you, the team was still buzzing, voices overlapping as they tried to make sense of what had just happened.

Matsukawa let out a low whistle. "Damn. We’re never gonna see that again, are we?"

"Nope," Hanamaki sighed. "Should’ve taken that picture."

"So we had a hot manager this whole time?" Yahaba muttered, still looking at where you stood like he was processing a cosmic revelation.

Oikawa, arms crossed, hummed thoughtfully. "Iwa-chan, do you think we could convince her to dress up again?"

Iwaizumi didn’t even hesitate. "No."

[dearest-tobio]

“what’s your favourite moment of our relationship so far?”

you pose the question to iwaizumi against the backdrop of huntington beach. the sun dips the sea in hues of orange, a vibrant see you tomorrow to end the day. activity on the shore fades out with the waves: families packing up, surfers swimming back to land. you and iwaizumi are almost the only two left—his hand around your shoulder and your head on his chest as you both lay on the picnic blanket.

“favourite part?” he inquires back. “it’s hard to choose.”

you playfully hit his chest, shifting closer in his embrace. “oh come on, don’t give me that generic answer. there must’ve been something that stood out.”

in the brief quiet that follows, your eyes drift to the palm trees gently swaying in the wind. “well,” iwaizumi muses, “i do mean it. i don’t have a favourite part.”

his fingers reach up to caress the side of your hair: warm, tender, loving. “i loved meeting you for the first time. we were both clumsy as fuck at orientation.”

you laugh, thinking about your first day at uc irvine. absorbed in figuring out the campus map on your phone, you ended up bumping right into another student. the impact of the collision threatened to knock you off your feet—if it wasn’t for the other student’s steady grip on your hand.

you immediately uttered countless apologies, getting back on your feet and letting go of his grasp. the student shook it off. he wasn’t watching where he was going either, he claimed. you shared a smile—little did you know then, one of many more to come—before you introduced yourself to him.

he returned the courtesy, and you almost missed his name because of the way his dark spiky hair seemed to gleam under the california sun.

“hajime iwaizumi. nice to meet you.”

back in the present, iwaizumi laughs in tandem with you, a deep timbre you’ve always adored. “yeah, we were kind of stupid. great story to tell though.”

iwaizumi glances up at the seagulls flying up ahead, disappearing from his view not long after. “i also love our first anniversary. just stargazing at some random trail. and our second with the build-a-bears. and our third at the fair.”

“oh, and you meeting everyone from back home. especially those three idiots.” you laugh louder this time, recalling the first video call you had with iwaizumi’s old teammates at aoba johsai. “honestly,” he continues with apparent amusement laced in his tone, “where oikawa, makki, and mattsun are, chaos is sure to follow.”

“i loved meeting your friends!” you exclaim, beaming ear-to-ear. “can’t wait to meet them in-person someday.”

you feel iwaizumi’s chest rise and fall as he scoffs. “they’re a handful, baby. don’t say i didn’t warn you.”

“going back to the question,” iwaizumi continues, “do you really want to know why i don’t have a favourite moment?”

“go ahead. i’m waiting.”

“i don’t have a favourite moment…” iwaizumi pauses, and you feel his lips pressing a quick kiss against your forehead.

“i don’t have a favourite moment, because any moment with you is my favourite.”

masterlist

[melonhorns]

My personal analysis of Towa so far (through my first game play, Taku's route) (I had a problem with his voice so something I say is wrong!)

Okay so today I was continuing my playthrough of Taku's route in Slow Damage and got the first sex scene with him. It led me to a lot of frustration then a big train of thoughts about how I felt about Towa and why. I wrote m thoughts in chats with a few different people so I want to organise it here!

Ever since I started the game (not so long ago) I've been thinking about how bland Towa felt. He doesn't care much about anything or anyone, he rarely voices his opinion and the only things that seem to keep him here are alcohol, cigarettes and sex. To add to this he isn't even voiced!

(As you may know I got introduced to Nitro+Chiral games through DMMD and am really attached to Aoba, he's relatable and has a really nice voice! (*Badum tss*))

I'm sure that Towa not being voiced is a conscious choice because if they had wanted to voice him they would have, with how good the game looks I'm sure it wasn't a money problem. My hopes is that he will get a few dubbed lines at extremly important moments later in the game, it would just hit so hard.

Now let's go back to the source of my thinking. What frustrated me with Taku's first sex scene is that the writers chose to use the aphrodisiac trope. I thought that Taku had some kind of romantic interest in Towa and/or a deep attachment to him whereas Towa seemed to somewhat trust him. That's why I was expecting something that would be emotionally deeper than Taku simply "helping Towa because he was in pain". He also seemed really uncomfortable through the whole thing and even if Towa wasn't in his right mind it felt so wrong and forced... All of this added to really cringe lines like «This hole was used to taking cock every single day [...]» and «~Being the slut I am [...]» this scene simply felt uncomfortable. Towa really does objectify himself doesn't he?

Not that surprising considering the overall tone of the game right?

Towa doesn't show an ounce of self-respect. He will take anything that at is thrown at him and shrug. (Which leads me to think that he definitly has went through some kind of SA in the past.) We see him accept the drug. We see him litteraly offer himself to his muses.

Now going back to Towa's blandness. We never know what Towa truly thinks. The only times when we are asked to make choices it is us, Towa, trying to adapt to our interlocutor and saying the thing that will get the best reaction out of them that will later be used as inspiration for his art. Towa will litteraly shape himself to fit the person he's interested in.

His only reason for all of this is to create more art. He is only a medium among others used to create it.

Then my question is what led him to start creating art? What is he hoping to get out of it? He doesn't care about fame, all he wants is to see people share their deepest, darkest secrets with him. Why is that?

By playing the game, we are just like him trying to find a muse's secrets, except that we are the artist and he is the muse. At least for me, because for now my main motivation isn't to know how freaky the Li's are, I really just want to learn WHO Towa is and WHY he is like that. So far all I've seen is glimpses of his nightmares, lots to do with his mother if I don't get mistaken... And even if it frustrates me that it is all I got to see after being three quarters through my first route, it got me yearning for more.

My opinion will surely change later! I probably got things wrong here. You can comment your thoughts, just make sure not to spoil me the other routes for now ^^

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not to go on here and talk about femmugi again but

i wanna talk about femmugi. pure stream of consciousness do not expect anything coherent. mostly my hcs about how she'd generally act in bed.

NSFW under cut~

GOOD GOD.... big tits, cute lil tummy, probs thick/strong thighs since she's good at long distance running. not to mention long fingers bc big hands...

again personal hc she has perfectly placed beauty marks on her tits like wow thats a spot to kiss right there.

she always aims to have you orgasm more than once. the ideal number for her is three times if she can help it, but she'll settle on two if that's too much. if you get tired part way, she's more than happy to ride you or go down on you until you cum. tsumugi isn't aware that this is overstimulation unless you tell her. she just genuinely thinks that's how she'll ensure you have a good time.

but maybe that's because she's rather sensitive herself after you get her going. she always brushes her own desires away so the minute you get her to focus on what she wants, her brain turns to mush. you can easily get her to act like your cute, needy pet with just some whispers alone. the minute you touch her body, she's only focusing on getting off and being good and obedient so she can get relief. her pussy is practically gushing before anything has the chance of entering her. poor bb. give her some love, okay?

tsumugi has zero shame in the noises she makes in bed. it's almost melodic how her voice pitches up each second she gets closer to her peak. when she goes down on you, she makes sure that you can hear how grateful she is for letting her taste you. and that's not even covering the amount of praise and cries of your name that you'll hear throughout the night. topping or bottoming, she is a noisy girl. not on purpose. she just genuinely feels good and wants you to know you're doing good.

also i just know she can ride good. mesmerising.

ooough she'd be too ashamed to bring this up, but she'd totally sit on your face if you asked. she's just worried about squeezing your head too much between her thighs. but i assume if you're asking for this, you know this and you want it. because i do too.

in general, when you eat her out, she gets shy. she's a bit anxious each time you do it so you also see her relax and unravel into a mess right before your eyes each time. the type to try and cover her face when you do this so maybe try restraints so she can't. it's very cute to watch her squeeze her eyes shut and blush from between her legs.

femmugi supremacy. in love with her frfr

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˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖ TROPE GENERATOR for @lebbys-world

𓆩♡𓆪 part of my lovers level — 3k follower event

𓆩♡𓆪 chosen character: oikawa toru

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ YOUR TROPE IS...

FORBIDDEN ROMANCE

it all started when you decided to attend a volleyball match in support of your high school: shiratorizawa academy. they were playing against aoba johsai high. it was a close match and shiratorizawa was in the lead for the majority of the game, but seijoh just managed to pull ahead at the last second and win.

there was an air of disappointment throughout the school, yet it was bittersweet since shiratorizawa — despite losing — did perform exceptionally well. as a volleyball player yourself, you felt inclined to console your school's team and praise their stellar effort.

by now, the match had finished around half an hour ago and most people had already left the building to go home. however, you only popped out so you could buy a small bouquet of flowers from a nearby store, to give to the coach for all his hard-work this season.

as your walking through the empty hallways, trying to locate the shiratorizawa team, you run into one of the players from the aobi johsai team, who you recognise to be oikawa tōru: the captain and star setter.

he makes eye-contact with you as he is walking in the other direction, and smile brightly at him, "congratulation on your win!" you meant it as a casual compliment, and you assumed he'd thank you then you'd both continue walking.

but instead, because you were walking towards him with flowers, he thought you were about to give them to him, so he faltered, approaching you with a surprised yet flattered look on his face, "oh, thank you! are these for me?"

you simply blink as he gestures to the flowers in your arms. you were sat closer to the back of the audience so this was the first time you were really seeing him up close, so it was only now you were realising how handsome he really was.

and the same could be said about you. had oikawa noticed a pretty girl like you in the stands earlier, perhaps he would've been winning from the beginning.

regardless of how beautiful he is thought, or how pleased he looked, you awkwardly told him the truth about the flowers, "oh, sorry, no. these are for the shiratorizawa team."

his lips parted slightly at your response, a small 'oh' sound leaving his mouth. then, instead of becoming awkward or defensive like you thought he might, he smiled and sung, "aw, bringing flowers to the losing team. aren't you just the sweetest?"

pleasantly surprised by his reply, you nod along, "thanks! i know they worked really hard this season so they deserve it. that's actually what the white roses represent: achievement." you point to the particular flowers in the bouquet.

"well, i'm not sure if they achieved anything, but this is still a pretty bouquet. almost as pretty as the girl holding it." heat rises to your cheeks but before you get a chance to cough out your thanks, oikawa muses, while leaning over to inspect the roses, intrigued, "and what does the lavendar represent?"

"usually purity. but in this case, i just chose them because purple is our school colour." you giggle to your yourself, meanwhile oikawa's blood runs cold and is staring at you with bleak eyes.

did you just say our?

"are you a student of shiratorizawa?" he stutters, blood pressure rising.

you nod, and him asking that question make you realise that your jacket was hiding the shirtatorizawa jersey you had on underneath. so you unzip it and proudly show him your top, "yes!"

his heart is torn in two. this whole time he was under the impression you were a cute fangirl of his from aoba johsai or a neighbouring school. not a traitor for the forsaken academy. initially he thought you were sweet — and he still does — but how could he possibly ask you out? that goes against everything he believes in.

"anyway, i should probably get these to the team before they leave, but it was nice talking to you." from the confines of the bouquet, you pull out a single white rose and hand it to him, "here. you can have this."

"how romantic." he says with a subtle quirk of his brow. with the hand you use to give him the rose, he captures your fingers tips in his own and twists your hand around so it laying flat, and bring your hand up to his mouth to plant a kiss on your knuckles.

you stiffen at this sudden affection, and it's slowly dawning on you how much of a player this oikawa guy must be, "i didn't mean for it to be romantic, i was just trying to congratulate you." you hastily clarify your intentions.

"that's good. we shouldn't pursue each other anyway, because of your differences." he says, casually rolling the stem of the rose between his fingers.

"our differences?" at first you thought he meant something else, until he states dramatically:

"our schools."

at which you burst out laughing, "really? i don't think it's that big of a deal. you're making it sound way more severe than it is."

meanwhile, oikawa doesn't seem to be impressed by how lightly you're taking this situation, "it's a very big deal." he scoffs, running a limp hand through his hair, "i could never date someone from an opposing school."

"yes you could." you correct him.

"how?"

you scrunch your eyebrows together as you think for a moment, then suggest, "well, it's supposed to be sunny on friday. we could go to park and have a picnic."

oikawa blinked. you did have a point; and you made it sound concerningly simple. maybe he did have his panties in a twist over a non-existent problem. but he'd have to see about that. "i— i suppose we could." he admits, glancing around then slowly walking off, "i guess i'll see you on friday then, uh—"

"—(y/n)." you finish his sentence off for him with a cheesy grin.

"(y/n)."

for @lebbys-world: i love writing for oikawa argh- he's so dramatic in this one but i feel like it's accurate to distaste for shiratorizawa. anyway hoped you likeddd 😛

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greetings, i'm ale! i'm 19, he/him pronouns are fine, and (basically) im gay :]

music education major ! i absolutely love all things music, and my favorite artists/bands at the moment are muse, childish gambino, will wood, aurora, ichiko aoba, joji, and radiohead. i play piano, cello, soprano/bari uke, and sing. i also did harp for a year, and there's whatever shenanigans my major has me pick up (except fuck saxophone im sorry!!!)

i love dan and phil ! i guess you could call them my main/special interest and i've been watching since 2016. i saw interactive introverts in 2018 and went to both texas shows for terrible influence :P

i'm also really into animal jam and i'm on all the time. if you ever want someone to do the forgotten desert with just jag me, same username :3

minor interests include house md, glee, yuri on ice, helluva boss, dungeon meshi, death note, atla, and other media that may come and go on this blog. i like to draw and write but i'm not really confident enough to post those things often, but i enjoy seeing other art/fic so i reblog lots of that :]

that's all i can think of for now, thanks for reading !

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