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bigsoftmarshmallow · 3 months

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What if Equal Lady (remember she's not Gerudo) goes out of her way to learn the Gerudan language, but she hides it from Ganondorf so she can surprise him (she gets lots of help from other Gerudo or from old books, though). That way, when she proceeds to woo (read: tease) him in his own tongue, he's all the more surprised. (Hopefully, pleasantly so.)

Like, it’s obvious that she's not just repeating the material of old poets. Because the words still sound & feel like her, just more flowery & in the style of Zajal with perfect (if slightly accented) Gerudan, which shows how spur of the moment & from the heart her words are.

She seems to praise things he hadn't considered to be attractive about himself. Things like how rare his real smile is, how it causes his eyes to shine so bright that they put the sun to shame, which she says makes it all the more lovely & priceless to behold. The way his lips stretch ever so slight, but real across his face. How his laughter rumbles like storm clouds in his chest. The way he moves, leonine in nature & the way he stalks his prey in battle like a predator across the dunes in pursuit of his anticipated kill, both intimidating & majestic.

Noting how his brows furrow & his lips pucker when he's thinking deeply about something as his fingers scratch his chin/through the fine hairs of his beard (depending on the Dorf). How it makes her want to peck the inviting petals of his lips until he's left breathless. How his mind is a beautiful, complex riddle surely crafted by the ancients that she wishes to slowly solve as they discover their joined futures together.

How the roughness of his hands draw a map of the hardships he's endured to obtain the immeasurable strength at his beck & call. Yet those same large hands that so easily slice through enemies/armies, are also warm & wonderful when his fingers thread through her own.

All the while, he feels the open & honest appreciation in her bedroom eyes burn into his skin & the warm intent.

If this were Undertale, she’d be hitting that Flirt button HARD.

(She is very intentionally trying to make him turn the color of a ripe tomato. Does she succeed or do the Dorfs clock on & get her back? And if he decides to turn the tables, how would he wax poetic? Personally, I see him comparing her to the moon or a storm. The moon because it's considered the most beautiful word in the Arabic language, thus, he'd be calling her exceptionally beautiful, & a storm because I see the Gerudo viewing them as both beautiful & dangerous, which would be a high compliment to them, I think.)

THISISSOFUCKINGCUTEIMMAEATYOUEQUALLADYAHHH-

WW Ganondorf would be so shocked at hearing the Gerudo language again. He is the last of his kind, as far as he knows, so to hear the language of his people once more? He would soften so much. He would grow quiet, murmuring back words of love and affirmation, stepping close to cup your cheek. You can see in his eyes the depth of his appreciation and love. He doesnt even pay attention to the flowery words, just the fact that you learned his language makes him melt with love. <3

OoT Ganondorf is impressed you learned! Slightly surprised, but of course you would want to learn your lover's language. The Gerudo are still around here, so it is more easily accessible for learning. He would be the one to correct your enunciation and grammar, though he does it with a softer smirk than usual. He is the type to gently mock mispronunciation, before stating firmly you would join him in lessons from now on. He purrs in the Gerudo tongue, and finally gives compliments for the wonderful surprise. <3

TP Ganondorf kinda... freezes a bit when he hears the Gerudo tongue from your lips. It has been centuries since he had heard it, and now that you revealed you know, it kinda gives him flashbacks. He's quick to recover, however. He acknowledges the flirting and softness, but he now wants to see how well you know the tongue. He takes you back to the bedroom to see if you can recall the words under "tense" situations. (The man wont admit that hearing his lover speak his mother tongue did things to him.)

HW Ganondorf is surprised, especially since there are so few Gerudo left (Never see any in game... Sad.) He listens, before rambling in his own tongue about your skill in battle, how watching you train does things to him no other does. He appreciate the compliments, but flattery earns no points from him. He is more pleased that you know his mother tongue. Now during meetings with Ghirahim and Zant, he mutters things to you about their idiocy and bickering.

And Now, For What ChatGPT Thinks:

Ganondorf from "The Wind Waker"

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Initial Shock and Surprise: Wind Waker Ganondorf would be genuinely surprised and taken aback by his lover’s sudden use of the ancient Gerudo language. The depth of her secret learning and the sincerity of her words would catch him off guard.

Emotional Softening: Hearing such heartfelt and poetic praises, especially in his native tongue, would deeply touch him. His usually hardened demeanor would soften visibly, showing a rare vulnerability.

Pride and Gratitude: He would feel a profound sense of pride and gratitude. The effort she put into learning his language and the way she appreciates his unique qualities would resonate deeply with him.

Intimate Response: Ganondorf might respond by pulling her close, expressing his feelings through a rare, tender embrace. His words would be sincere and heartfelt, thanking her for seeing and valuing aspects of him that he rarely acknowledges himself.

Quote: "You have touched my heart in ways I did not think possible. Your words are a treasure I will hold dear."

Ganondorf from "Ocarina of Time"

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Initial Astonishment and Suspicion: Ocarina of Time Ganondorf’s initial reaction would be a mix of astonishment and a hint of suspicion. He would be surprised by her knowledge and wonder how she managed to learn the ancient language without his notice.

Gradual Acceptance and Appreciation: As she continues to speak, the sincerity and depth of her praises would gradually break down his defenses. He would start to genuinely appreciate her words and the effort she put into learning the language.

Pride and Possessiveness: He would feel a strong sense of pride that his partner took such steps to understand his culture. There would also be a possessive element, feeling even more connected and protective over her.

Deepened Bond: Ganondorf would see this as a significant deepening of their bond. He might respond with a mix of authoritative and affectionate gestures, showing his appreciation through both words and actions.

Quote: "You have gone to great lengths to understand me, and for that, you have my deepest respect and affection."

Ganondorf from "Twilight Princess"

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Surprised Delight and Curiosity: Twilight Princess Ganondorf would be delightfully surprised. His curiosity would be piqued, wondering how and why she learned the ancient language in secret.

Emotional Impact and Reflection: The deep, poetic praises would have a strong emotional impact on him. He would reflect on her words, perhaps realizing how much she sees and values him beyond his usual self-perception.

Protective and Gentle: He would feel a strong protective urge towards her, appreciating her gesture on a deep level. Despite his dark and brooding nature, he would show a rare gentleness in his response.

Intimate Connection: This moment would significantly strengthen their intimate connection. He might respond with a mix of soft, appreciative words and actions that show his deepening love and commitment.

Quote: "Your words are a balm to my soul. You see me as I truly am, and for that, I am eternally grateful."

Ganondorf from "Hyrule Warriors"

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Immediate Enthusiasm and Surprise: Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf would react with immediate enthusiasm and surprise. He would be visibly impressed by her knowledge and the effort she put into learning the language.

Ego Boost and Genuine Appreciation: The detailed and heartfelt praises would give his ego a significant boost. He would genuinely appreciate her words, feeling a deeper sense of connection and admiration towards her.

Grand Gesture of Affection: Known for his grandiose nature, he might respond with a grand gesture of affection. This could involve a public display of appreciation or a significant gift to show his gratitude.

Strengthened Bond: This would further strengthen their bond, making him feel even more proud of having her as his partner. He would be more open about his feelings and might express his appreciation in an elaborate, heartfelt manner.

Quote: "You have not only learned my language but also touched my heart with your words. I am truly fortunate to have you by my side."

Summary

Wind Waker Ganondorf: Initially shocked and emotionally softened, responds with sincere gratitude and tender embrace.

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf: Astonished and gradually appreciative, shows pride and deepened possessiveness, responding with authoritative affection.

Twilight Princess Ganondorf: Delightfully surprised and deeply impacted, responds with protective gentleness and intimate connection.

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf: Enthusiastically surprised and ego-boosted, responds with grand gestures of affection and strengthened bond.

Each Ganondorf’s reaction reflects their unique personalities, blending their initial surprise with deep appreciation and a strengthened emotional connection with their partner.

#mallowresponse #ganondorf #legend of zelda #ganon #ocarina of time #hyrule warriors #twilight princess #wind waker #gerudo language #Flirting and Romance #So fucking cute #Equal Lady

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common-blackbird · 2 years

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2, 3, 11, 18 & 20

Alright, this has been sitting for so long, im so sorry.

Here are the answers.

2. top 5 books of all time?

I don't want to repeat myself with things you know i love (like lotr and asoiaf) so im gonna choose the books that i know made me go galaxy brain.

Brothers Karamazov (Dostoevsky) - best book ever, duh. People are always very emotional about the depth of the book and the big questionsTM, which i completely agree with, but my fave part of the book is the humour. The characters are intentionally lame and silly and over the top, and i just love how the unlikeable characters become likeable ;__;

The Powerbook (Jeanette Winterson) - I want to write as intimately and hit the core of things like Jeanette Winterson. Such a beautiful book. She doesn't waste any words, she gives such visual imagination, it hits you in the heart. Every sentence is poetry. Absolutely love it.

Debt: The first 5000 years (David Graeber) - We read this for our book club, and honestly, i think everyone should read at least one chapter of this book. It's about history of debt seen through anthropology. Or in other words: what do we owe, why do we owe, do we even owe? Each chapter deserves a special analysis and i am searching for a physical copy of the book bc i want to, need to buy it but it's impossible to find it ;___;

Croatian Tales of Long Ago (Ivana Brlić Mažuranić) - The underdog of fairy tales in the world. it saddens me that when you’re in school or see museums or other cultural institutions here praise Brlić Mažuranić, it’s usually in the spirit “she’s one of the first croatian female authors”, “She’s Hans Christian Andersen but CroatianTM” and so on. But i’ve never seen anyone seriously dissecting each fairy tale, analyzing, interpreting her style. Or i have been searching in the wrong places.

It took me some 20 years to figure out what is the point of the fairy tale “How Quest Sought the Truth” and, like, if you ever question your place in the world, that’s THE fairy tale for you. I read this book every year and it still surprises me with its richness in short stories, depth, imagination, all while being accessible from youngest to oldest age. Amazing writing.

Also now that i think about it, that’s the book i read the most times.

Returning to Reims (Didier Eribon) - We're reading this book for the book club right now and im half-way through, but already i have been crying my eyes out and been having so many revelations. It's a memoir about estranged gay many returning to his home after his father (whom he hated) dies, and ruminating on nature of social status and class that effects all of us. He voiced out lot of my thoughts and the way he's self aware of privilege and reality of the underprivileged without idolizing them is refreshing to see.

3. what is your favourite genre?

I wish i knew! My go-to answer is fantasy, but honestly, with exception of Left hand of Darkness, it’s been a while since I properly enjoyed a fantasy book.

I’d say i love drama, but most books have drama, i more philosophical books, but sometimes i just love trashy stuff. idk. I love themes of figthting against “leviathan”, anarchism in general, ruminations about social classes, cultures, nature of humans, conflicting ideas...

11. what non-fiction books do you like if any?

Well this is where i come in again with the book club (all hail the book club!) where we read non-fiction books, from publicist to theoretical, and it is usually social and cultural themes, like “why do we read?”, “what is art?”, “what is pop culture?”, “what is economy? “let’s start a revolution?” and so on. So far, the best books were by Graeber and Eribon, Bregmann gets a pass, John Berger is great (you should check him out on yt!).

My other passion is history books, but it’s more that i like the idea of reading them and i’m hoarding them in my room, but can’t find or dedicate time for them :(

18. do you like historical books? which time period?

I have yet to read any good ones... Most historical books that i see through the bookstore windows are some romance in court stuff that i have 0.01% interest in. The only historical book that i’ve started reading is Der Spielmann by Oliver Pötzsch which is supposed to be a retelling of Faustus, but i was so annoyed by the prologue already, i gave up very early on... (especially frustrating bc everybody is praising this author as a great author of historical fiction...)

In general, i think it’s very hard to write a good historical book bc there’s always a trap of wanting to be historically accurate too much so you infodump history that has no relevance to the plot. Sometimes it’s better to sacrifice historical accuracy to gain immersion. But you still have to keep it in the spirit of that time and i don’t often see that being the case :/

As for time period, love late middle age/early modern age, especially 17th century lately!

If you have any recs, i’m all ears!

20. what are things you look for in a book?

Narrative, idea and style. If the book executes one of these three factors well, it’s a solid book and i’ll like it. I mostly enjoy the narrative, how do you get the reader to your idea, the way the story is structured, the parallels, the interference of various outside and inside factors, when you can connect the dots from two different poles... it’s always fun, it makes me go all galaxy brain.

That being said, if the narrative sucks, but the sheer idea is original or universal, it can hit harder than anything else and it stays with you forever. Sometimes, a book is really bad but one quote really hits you bc it’s an idea that resonates with you. Like, i didn’t like the book Pachinko at all, but the core idea “Life is like a pachinko” still pops up in my brain all the time.

And style. I think that is what creates immersions, and what makes us reread endlessly. Like, Karamazovs wouldn’t be half as great (to me) if it wasn’t for the slightly ironic, casual and knowing narrator that breaks “the 4th wall” every now and then. When i want something that hits me emotionally, i search for Winterson’s writing bc of the style more than the plot (which is with her always a mess... sighs). Persistent and endless descriptions of grey sky, rain and snow and black-and-white mountains is what makes me fall in love with Left hand of Darkness even more than the incredibly slow plot.

And if this question is about themes, those would be: fighting against the impossible, invisible enemy, “leviathan”, man against society, of human nature, what is love, what is purpose, what is happiness, deep moral conflicts... just happy stuff to think about x)

Anyways thanks for letting me rant!

Bookish asks game

#asks #on the scale of 1 to 10 how snobish do i sound?#Also every time i start thinking about things i read it seems like i read barely anything ;___;

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stellocchia · 2 years

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I think the thing that always made me believe that cctechno was intentional with making ctechno a shit person was that... Well...

Ok. Hear me out.

Techno was always played pretty fucking sinister. Dog eat dog world. Praising violence. All that kinda stuff that is usually used to characterise someone who's intentions aren't evil but who's definitely not a good person.

Like. How does cctechno play that guy in this very obviously not good aligned way, with lots of moments that have him find joy in definitely evil aligned themes and then. Be so convinced that ctechno is actually in the right

Like. Don't get me wrong. Characters like that are fun to play and watch and all. But you don't make a character like that and believe they're RIGHT.

You don't make a character that enjoys others suffering, give them the power to make people suffer and then honest to god believe that character is right.

Like. Fucked up characters like that don't work that way.

The only way to make a character like that work without them being on the evil alignment is to give them a really strong moral code or compass.

Genuinely

The more shitty things a character is willing to do and enjoys doing, the stronger their moral compass has to be.

Tommy enjoys stealing and being a little shitty to people as long as there aren't any lasting negative consequences. So his moral compass more than makes up for the shit things he's willing and enjoys doing to people.

Techno enjoys exerting his power over others. Enjoys causing others distress. Enjoys terrifying others. And generally just. Yeah. Yknow.

And his moral compass does not even come close to making up for that. Yeah he doesn't do these things unprovoked but since he's the judge of that any small slight can be seen as Provokation. He doesn't see things that happen to others and don't concern him as his problem.

So. He enjoys making people suffer. He's apathetic towards others suffering that isn't caused by him. He's flawless.

These things can't all be fucking true

If techno enjoys making people miserable then he needs to at least always see a need to correct other injustices that have nothing to do with him. That'd make him a hypocrite but like. His flaw would be more in his lack of keeping himself to the same standarts as others. That's a flawed good or neutral alignment but it's at least not definitely in the evil part of things.

But no. He doesn't care about the right in the world unless it's about very specific arbitrary cases.

And again. Characters that have this whole dark theme going on can work. Deadpool is a very popular character. Venom is very popular. But with both of them they have certain moral standarts.

This isn't coherent at all and shit but I just wanted to rant about it

Especially back during pogtopia cctechno kept playing ctechno in a way that was very intentionally dark. And I can't believe the guy wasn't at all selfaware about that.

No I get you. Honestly, that's the same reason why I used to believe that he must have known and that he must have been knowingly playing a villain, because that's what he was doing. He was playing a villain.

But it turns out that he was completely unaware. Or almost completely unaware since he keeps retconning shit to make his character right (in a way that has backfired every single time. Like, what the hell was he thinking when he made his character think everyone had one life specifically when killing an ally? That was probably his dumbest choice ngl).

I mean, if he 100% thought that his character as he played him was in the right he wouldn't be retconning everything all of the time. He wouldn't need to.

But somehow he's still mostly unaware and that's just, like, how? How can you be that unaware? How can you have a character that openly supports violence, revenge, and doesn't give a flying f*ck about anyone but 2 people on the server (and, even there, does he really care or would he drop c!Ranboo and c!Phil as well if they ever went against his ideals?) and claim they're anywhere near good or in the right?

Not only that, but c!Techno is a character that is unwilling to comrpomise and unwilling to properly apologize and take responsibility for his own actions. He's basically c!Dream without the c!Tommy obsession.

He's fricking awful as a person.

I genuinely don't know how cc!Techno got his opinions on his character.

#ladycatland ask #dream smp #'long post'#c!techno critical #technoblade critical

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mousepsychologist · 3 years

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With Aaron

Summary: Reader avoids Hotch after getting cleared for sex following a kidnapping incident because she is self-conscious about the scars left behind.

Pairing: soft!hotch X Female Reader

Content/warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI): Language, brief mentions of torture (similar to an episode of CM), brief mentions of knives and blood (as a means or result of aforementioned torture), mentions and descriptions of scars, insecurities, sexual content, oral sex: female receiving, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, praise, use of pet names and some fluff.

If I am missing anything please let me know!

Word count: 3,956

A/N: Submission for the @hotchafterhours Smutty One Shot Challenge. Also, this is the first fanfic I have ever written, so if it is super rough to read...my sincerest of apologies, and feel free to pretend this does not exist😅😂

Sex…

Sex with Aaron…

That is all you ever think about. You are absolutely consumed with the idea of being with Aaron.

You love sex with Aaron. You’ve been having sex with Aaron almost everyday for two years now and holy shit...it is the best sex you’ve ever had. It is so good that even when you shouldn’t be thinking about it...you definitely are.

When you innocently watch him twirl a pen between his thumb, pointer and middle fingers while thinking, all you can think about is how those long, thick fingers feel inside of you. Or, when you watch him sip his coffee, all you can think about is how those soft lips feel sucking and nipping at your bare skin.

However, anything he does, innocent or not, it always gets you going. So, you can’t fully blame him. But, you know Aaron, and some days you are sure he intentionally tries to get you squirming...even at work.

Everyone knows he is Mr. Professional and you think just the same but you also know that you are his achilles heel. So, if and when he wants to play games, well...you can be his checkmate.

You will rock a deep v-neck blouse that gives him the perfect view of your cleavage or a tight pencil dress that accentuates your ass because you know it will cause his face to falter or his breathing patterns to become erratic.

The two of you are the King and Queen of the sexual chess board. He knows how to move in ways that make you scream out in pleasure while you know how to sacrifice your pawns so he can seize control of the bedroom.

And as much as you love thinking about sex with Aaron or actually having sex with Aaron, you are able to sometimes keep your sexual thoughts at bay.

However, when you aren’t thinking about sex with Aaron, you are thinking about cuddling with Aaron, watching TV with Aaron, going on dates with Aaron, cooking with Aaron, laughing until you’re crying with Aaron and everything else in-between. Anything and everything that the two of you could possibly do together is always what you’re thinking about.

Your relationship with Aaron has never been just about sex. However, sex with Aaron has always been a sacred thing between the two of you. He treats your body like a temple. Not just any temple though...rather a temple he seems to have built himself.

He knows your body better than you do and how to make you feel like putty.

He knows how to interpret your moans as well as assess your temperament and determine whether you want to have playful or rough sex or, just softer, lazier sex.

And up until now, sex with Aaron has never been something you were nervous or self-conscious about.

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Everything changed following your kidnapping two months ago where an unsub managed to hold you hostage for a week.

It was the worst week of your life. It was a long week that consisted of beatings, cigarette burns and knives being dragged up and down your body.

***Two Months Ago***

When the team came bursting into the basement you were being held in, you looked like a bruised, bloodied, mangled mess. You are hunched over and tied to a chair with your clothes barely hanging on by a thread. Your body is littered with both long and short knife marks, small and large bruises, and multiple cigarette burns.

As your team stormed the area, you were so disoriented that you didn’t even comprehend what was happening around you.

A large, calloused hand gently touches your shoulder. You flinch and the hand immediately retracts itself.

“Y/N...” he pauses. “Y/N… it’s me. It's Aaron.” His voice is so quiet, calm, and soothing.

You immediately relax. You have never been more relieved in your life. You blink a few times and your vision unblurs to see an unfamiliar Aaron.

He is so panicked and scared. You are sure you’ve never seen him this scared. He is also tired. So so tired. You are positive he hasn’t slept since you’ve gone missing.

He slowly places his hand back on your shoulder once he realizes that you know it's him. You're slightly shaking and exceptionally weak.

“Sweetheart, I need to carry you to the ambulance. Is that okay?”

You nod and go to straighten up but immediately wince and whimper in pain.

“Y/N, no, don’t move. I’ve got you”.

To pick you up he gently places an arm under your knees and another behind your back. It hurts but you find solace in his touch and the faint smell of his cologne. You bury your face deep into his chest and feel your tears surface as you start to sniffle.

Aaron immediately notices and places a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“Y/N, it's okay. I’ve got you.”

You press yourself further into him and grasp firmly at his shirt. Your tears start to come faster. “Please don’t leave me Aar. Please don’t go anywhere. I’m scared and I don’t want to be alone again.”

“Oh Love...it’s okay. You’re not alone. I am not going anywhere. I am right here. You have me. Always. I want you to forget everything and everyone else but me.”

You feel his grip on you tighten as you go unconscious.

That's the last thing you remember until you wake up in the hospital two days later.

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***Present Day***

It has been 53 days since you have had sex with Aaron. But today is the day you are supposed to receive medical clearance from your doctor.

Up until this morning, all you wanted was to have sex with Aaron. Because of your doctor’s orders, Aaron wouldn’t give in to sex until you were cleared. You were totally okay with following the doctor’s orders but Aaron and you had decided that it was just best to not do anything remotely sexual until you were cleared.

So...for the last 53 days, the most the two of you have done is kissed and cuddled. No question about it, the two of you love to kiss and cuddle but...you also love to do SO...MUCH...MORE.

You understood where Aaron is coming from. He just wants you safe and healthy.

You, on the other hand, want so badly to be fucked by your boyfriend.

So, it’s safe to say that you are so excited to get cleared. You know Aaron is excited too... though he won’t admit it.

You have tried multiple times to get him off but it's never worked. You want to do it for him, but you selfishly need to have his large, veiny, cock deep in your throat. You want to taste him, to make him feel how he always makes you feel. You also miss the way his hips buck towards you causing you to choke on his pulsating dick.

But he never budged. And since he never did, this also meant that the two of you haven't seen each other naked in the last 53 days.

You miss his cock just as much as you miss his mouth sucking on your clit or having his hands pinch your nipples, but by waiting, you know that the first time back to having sex with Aaron will be worth the wait. As Aaron said it quite clearly one day, “Pretty girl, I’m going to make you cum so much that you won’t even be able to think straight. I may have to make you cum for every day you haven’t been able to.” He said this with a smirk and a wink, but you’re pretty sure he is not kidding.

...And damn it, you are so ready for it.

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You wake up the morning of your appointment, and head to the bathroom to shower and get ready. This is what you’ve been waiting for. You are so excited to finally have sex with Aaron tonight. You take a little longer in the shower to prepare yourself. Using extra exfoliator, moisturizer and your more expensive shampoo and conditioner.

It isn’t until you step out of the shower and catch a glimpse of your naked body that your anxiety flares with a vengeance. Sure, a lot of the cuts and burns have healed and the bruises are long gone but there are still some scars that are still blatantly noticeable. They look so ugly, red and puffy.

The panic sets in at the thought of Aaron seeing you tonight. You feel the pressure of how tonight is supposed to go. You know Aaron loves you no matter what but that doesn’t silence the voices telling you otherwise.

A knock at the door pulls you from your self-deprecating thoughts. “Honey, are you almost ready?”

“Umm, ya. Just a sec.”

You quickly put your clothes on but your eyes never leave the mirror that is reflecting your damaged body. You exit your bathroom and head to the kitchen where Aaron is pouring two cups of coffee.

“Morning gorgeous.” You cringe at the name which you are sure he notices but he doesn’t acknowledge it and continues on. “You sure you don’t want me to come with you to your appointment?”

“No, it's okay. It shouldn’t take too long anyways.”

“Alright, my love. I will see you at work then.”

He walks up to you and kisses you gently. His hands lay on your hips and slowly take the ends of your sweater in them. You begin to feel his hands touch the skin just above your waistline and immediately grab both of them and pull away. He gives you a questioning look but before he can say anything you beat him to it.

“Babe, I really have to go. I don’t want to be late.” You place your hand on his cheek and give him a quick kiss on the lips. “I love you and I’ll see you later.”

You turn and walk out missing the clearly puzzled look on Aaron’s face.

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You arrive at work a few hours later cleared to have sex again. And though you want to be excited, you aren't. You are so in your head that you don’t know what to do.

You know you can’t avoid Aaron so you walk into his office to tell him the “good” news.

Aaron hears you walk in and close the door. He quickly walks to you and kisses you before asking about the appointment. You inform him that you’re cleared and you panic more as you see the excitement spread across his face.

He cups one hand on your cheek while the other lays on your hip. He slowly starts to kiss you again. You love the taste of him. You can taste the coffee from this morning as his tongue makes its way into my mouth. Your hands go to his neck and begin tugging at his hair.

Aaron loves when you tug at his hair so you are not surprised when it elicits a few moans from him. And anytime a moan leaves those beautiful lips of his, it always runs straight to your core. You can feel your panties dampen as he sucks on your bottom lip and squeezes your hips.

You are so lost in this kiss and it’s the first time all day that you aren’t drowning in your thoughts.

You are in the moment and it's amazing.

The hand cupping your cheek moves to mimic his other hand squeezing your hip. You don’t even feel his thumbs rubbing the skin above your waistline and dipping under the top portion of your thong. You are so focused on rubbing your hands along his ribcage and chest. You love feeling his chest and tummy.

Aaron starts kissing down your jawline causing you to tilt your head back in pleasure. You can feel his soft lips dance their way down your neck. It's the stark contrast of his rough, calloused fingertips sliding up both sides of your ribcage that snaps you back to reality.

You quickly step away and readjust your blouse.

“Woah Y/N.” He gently grabs your wrists. “What is going on? What's wrong?” He asks with pleading puppy dog eyes.

“Nothing is wrong Aar. It’s just that we're at work with people around.”

“Okay, but that hasn’t stopped us in the past.” A slight smirk appears on his face.

“I know, but I would rather wait until we are home. Why don’t you come over to my place after work?” Hopefully being in the comfort of your own apartment will calm your nerves.

“I’d love to. I’ll meet you there as soon as I can.” He moves both hands to your cheeks and places a delicate kiss on your forehead.

“Sounds good. I just have a few more reports to finish before I head out.” You say as you head towards his office door.

“Alright, sweetheart. I’m looking forward to it!”

You can see the excitement on his face and hear the sweetness in his voice as you exit his office. The nerves fluttering in your stomach almost make you nauseous but you have to ignore your thoughts so you can focus on the remainder of the work day.

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You are home for 30 minutes when Aaron finally enters your apartment. You're sitting on the bed, leaning up against the headboard with your knees tucked to your chest when you see Aaron’s broad shoulders lean against your door frame. You know you can’t keep up the facade any longer.

“Alright, Y/N. What's wrong? Something is clearly off with you. You’ve been distant all day today. If I did something wrong, please just tell me so I can fix it.”

The sincerity in his voice is almost too hard to handle. You can feel your eyes start to fill with tears but you don’t cry. You tilt your head down and stare at your fidgeting hands.

“It’s so bad, Aar.” As soon as those words left your mouth you knew that was the worst possible way to phrase the sentence.

Aaron immediately walks to the bed and sits cross-legged in front of you. The panic is evident in his eyes.

He grabs your wrists to move your arms up and begins touching along your stomach. His eyes are moving all over your body like a ball in a pinball machine.

He’s searching for an injury.

“What hurts Y/N? Let me see, please! I want to help fix it.” He’s so scared. You immediately feel guilty about how fast your words send him into panic mode but it's this caring nature that reassures you that Aaron loves you no matter what.

It's what finally gives you the strength to tell him how you feel.

“Nothing hurts, babe. I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to phrase it that way.” His face slowly begins to soften.

“Then what is it? I know something is wrong.”

“My scars, Aar. They are so bad. They are way redder and puffier than I thought they’d be at this point.” Your eyes are focused on your bedspread. Quite obviously avoiding the gorgeous ones you can feel piercing into you. “My entire torso is hideous...I just don’t want you to see it.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” His hands come up to cup both of your cheeks.

You cut him off before he can continue. You need to tell him the whole truth.

“I know it’s dumb but I have this fucking voice in my head telling me that you are going to be bothered by them and less attracted to me. Which I wouldn’t blame you because I am already thinking the same thing about myself.”

“Please, Y/N. Please don’t ever think that I would ever find you unattractive for any reason. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I love everything there is about you and nothing could ever change that.” He says this reassuringly while placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You can feel your anxiety slowly dissipate. “I know you do. I have just been so nervous thinking about you seeing them for the first time tonight. Plus, we’ve been talking about having sex so much once I got cleared and I didn’t want to ruin it.”

“Y/N.” He says with such conviction that you force yourself to look into his eyes. “I need you to know that we do not need to have sex tonight, tomorrow night or anytime soon.” His hands are now gently rubbing up and down your arms from your shoulders to elbows. “We will go at whatever pace you’re comfortable with. And that will always be the case.” He pauses and lightly squeezes your arms. “Whether following an injury or not, okay.”

“I know, Aar. And you don’t know how appreciative I am of that and how happy I am to have someone as caring and supportive as you in my life.” You gently grab his face and place a tender kiss on his lips.

The love you feel for Aaron is all consuming. He has managed in a matter of minutes to dilute your anxiety to almost nothing. Now, all you feel is this intense rush of passion for the love of your life.

The kiss starts to develop into something much more needy. You both are fighting for dominance but you quickly relent and let his tongue invade your mouth. His large hands make their way to your hair where they lightly tug and pull.

Your hands are now on his shoulders pulling him on top of you while simultaneously working to unbutton his dress shirt.

You feel him hesitate and look down at you. “Y/N, are you sure?”. His eyes have never looked so intently at you.

“Yes, I am sure.”

That’s enough for him to abruptly continue kissing you. Your eyes are now closed as you lose yourself once again in an unforgettable kiss with Aaron Hotchner.

You are obsessed with how he tastes and you continue to feel yourself relax as you breathe in his pine scented cologne. The smell has and always will make you feel at home.

Aaron slowly removes your top and stops all of his movements which leads you to opening your own eyes.

You see him staring at your stomach which brings all of your insecurities to the forefront.

You feel yourself moving to cover your stomach when Aaron catches them and pushes each to the side.

“You are so beautiful Y/N. I can’t believe I get to have someone as beautiful, kind, intelligent, and courageous as you in my life. So please don’t ever try to hide yourself from me.”

The genuineness exuding from him is enough to melt all your anxieties. You know that you want him no matter what.

“Thank you, Aar. I love you so much and I don’t know what I did to deserve a man like you.”

“I love you too, sweet girl.”

His soft lips return to you. He slowly makes his way nipping and sucking at the skin from your neck to your breast. He begins to suck on your nipple while massaging the other with his large hand. His teeth graze over your nipple causing a ripple effect down your spine.

You love feeling his warm breath and wet tongue move across your already hard bud. Aaron tends to your other breast with his mouth before moving down your torso.

He begins to gently kiss each of your scars. You feel your stomach nervously tighten.

Aaron, as always, senses how your body briefly tenses.

“It’s okay, Love. I am right here with you. I want you to forget everything and everyone else but me.”

You feel your body relax. “I am okay, I promise. Please Aaron.” You beg with a quiet whimper. “I need you.”

His lips continue moving down to where you need him most as he removes your pants and thong. No matter your insecurities, you always seem to be needy for all things Aaron. So it's no surprise that you are already wet from only being kissed by him.

Aaron’s tongue moves further down so he can tease your clit. The action causes you to squirm beneath him. As much as you love his mouth on you and feeling him lick and suck on your clit, you need more.

“Aar, please…” you moan and arch your back off the bed.

“What do you want Y/N? Tell me and I will make it happen.” He responds while inserting two fingers into you.

He is curling his finger inside of you while continuing to suck on your clit. Your breathing has increased significantly along with your moans.

“Aaron…please. Please I need you inside of me.”

In an instant he grabs your legs and pulls you towards him. Once your legs are wrapped tightly around his waist, he pulls his already hard cock out of his boxers and begins to line it up with your core. He teases your entrance with his tip before he finally thrusts into you.

He fills you so well as he thrusts in and out. You can feel yourself climb towards your release with every thrust.

“Fuck, Y/N. You feel so good.” His pace quickens and becomes a little harder but he holds you like you are the most precious thing to walk the earth.

“I’m so close, Aar.”

“I know, baby. Let go, I’ve got you.”

That’s all you need to fall apart. Your body tenses before spasming uncontrollably. Your back is arched as Aaron continues to thrust into you to help ride out your high. It doesn’t take much longer for him to find his release as well.

You both try to ride out your highs as long as possible. The two of you are breathing heavily and a slight layer of sweat is now covering your bodies.

You gently begin dragging your nails up and down Aaron’s back as he is still laying on top of you. While still trying to come back to earth, he pulls out of you and rolls over to your side.

You miss the feeling of having him inside of you when he rolls over but the emptiness is quickly replaced as his arm is draped across your waist and is used to pull you to him. You are now laying more on him than the bed with your head nestled on his chest.

Aaron presses gentle kisses to the top of your head. “You okay, Y/N?”

“I’m perfect.” You are so at peace laying on his chest listening to his steady heartbeat.

Aaron is rolling the ends of your hair between his fingers as you continue to cuddle into him. “Okay, good. Are you sure that wasn’t too much this time?”

“It was perfect. I promise I would tell you if I wasn’t okay.”

“Alright, I just want you to be happy and comfortable no matter what.”

“I know, Love and I love you so much for that. You always make me feel amazing, especially when it comes to sex.” You giggle as you sit up to place a gentle kiss on his nose.

“Well, I am glad you enjoy it because I owe you 52 more when you're ready.” A devilish smirk is now plastered on his face.

“52 what?” Your puzzled look causes him to laugh.

“Orgasms, pretty girl.”

“52 orgasms!” Your eyes damn near pop out of your skull.

“Oh yes, 52...and not one less.”

And in this moment, well...all you can think about is 52 perfect orgasms with Aaron.

#hotchafterhourschallenge #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x female reader #hotch x female reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic

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moraltonmorelikehomoton · 2 years

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Do you think Censordoll came to care about Orel?

Like she is a bad person, that’s a fact but her plot and role on alone is the same as Bendy and sculptham

Tw: discussion and mentions of rape and assault

She is a women who sense of autonomy and and choice to become a mother was taken away from her.

Just like sculptham who was raped and who had to go through so much pain and who awful situation got romanticized by the people of Moralton.

And just like bendy who choice to become a mother was striped away from her and got raped.

I talked think that she is too part of that narrative, one of those women how their autonomy and motherhood was stripped away from them.

And yet, I see almost no discussion of that in the fandom.

And I get it. She is such a weird and even icky character and that episode paints her as a upcoming big bad.

And yet I wish her role in that episode and how she is a part of the narrative for talked about more. About how she was a person who also fits the narrative of that episode just as much as sculptham and bendy do

She has many parallels to the other characters and indirectly it was made clear that she probably wanted to become a mother (and autonomy was taken away from her)

And I think that’s why she gravitated towards people like Orel and Clay later in the show.

Or at least that’s the impression I got.

I do feel sorry for her even though I know she is a bad person.

I wish the fandom talked about it more.

(First of all, thank you so much for the asks, it's so nice to get to talk about this stuff 💕)

That is a lot of fantastic points!

Frankly I think she cared about Orel from the beginning. I admit that I may be biased because she's one of my favorite characters ever, but I do think there's some legitimate evidence.

Specifically in the episode "Offensiveness", I think there's a lot of little hints that she thinks highly of him and enjoys his presence. She gives him a lot of genuine praise, and even gives him an egg when he finds her books to burn, even if he didn't do it intentionally (and hey, it's one less egg for her, so that has to mean something).

And even more as the ep goes on, when she looks maybe the happiest we ever see her when she finds out Orel has been picketing out on his own, and still joins his cause after she learns he's trying to ban eggs, and she's willing to admit that he has fair reasons for it.

I think that last point says a lot about her as a character, too, that she can work to ban something she's loved her whole life if she thinks it has a valid reason.

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And I completely agree with you about her not being talked about more in the concept of "Alone". I'm actually not sure why that is.

I wonder if the series continued, if we would ever get to hear more about or even SEE her mother. That would’ve been interesting.

I don’t really agree that she gravitated towards Clay out of a motherly instinct though. I think that was definitely to manipulate him / weaken him to gain control of Moralton. That mightve been part of the reason for her affection towards Orel, though.

Also, I dont know if I would necessarily consider her a "bad person". She's definitely in the gray area though.

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Under the cut: I made a Venn Diagram trying to compare the three stories from “Alone” since I couldn’t write it without it coming off as a bit clunky.

#moral orel #ms censordoll #francis clara censordoll #tag later #PHEW #wrote it all

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nishisun · 4 years

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DORM BUDDIES

27. arguing with roommates kinda suck

DORM BUDDIES MASTERLIST

You walk back into your decorated room and tsukishima was still seated on your bed, his phone in his hand and had the blanket covered around him, making himself more comfortable.

“wanna watch a movie?” he casually asks, in which you give him a pleasant smile and nod as you lay down next to him comfortably on your bed.

“I saw this really cool movie that’s out on Netflix and I was like ‘holy shit, y/n would love this movie!’” You laugh gaily at how talkative tsukishima had progressively become, you don’t say anything or look at him either. He carefully looks at you, as you’re facing down fidgeting with your fingers, still maintaining a small smile on your face, but tsukishima frowns and moves closer to you on the bed to give you a hug.

“tsukishima...” you say, he’s still hugging you, his face buried in the crook of your neck and you can’t help but smile gently at how open he’s gotten to you.

“hmm?” is all he says. You unanimously decide to hug him back, and your head is placed on top of his and you give him a quick kiss on his head which makes him hug you tighter.

“this is so unlike you.” you chuckle, his face is still buried in your neck, but you can feel him smile just a bit. “is everything okay?”

“I should be asking you that,” he mumbles. “you’re not talking to me like you always do.” he pauses thoughtfully and tightens the secure hold he has on you and then sighs. “ever since that fair you’ve been distant and I feel like it’s because of what me and kuroo said. You don’t even send me good morning text anymore with those weird ass emojis.” You widen your eyes a bit and then sigh, realizing keenly that you being distant has caused tsukishima to worry and a slight guilt rising within you.

“tsukishima, I’m so sorry, that’s not why. I’m sorry for making you feel that way.” you massage his back as your head remained on top of his. “I’ve been going through some stupid shit. It’s nothing really.”

“really, what’s wrong?” he instantly looks at you, the direct eye contact makes you blush and look away.

‘it’s nothing important”

“you’re lying.”

“oh yeah? How do you know?" you challenge, tsukshima puts his head down and sighs, then looks back at you.

“I just know you, y/n. Now, tell me what’s bothering you.”

“Well, it’s nothing, tsukishima.” you gently tap his nose lightly and giggle.

“kei,” tsukishima mumbles.

what?”

“you can call me kei.” he intentionally tries to conceal his face due to the blush that’s rising and you can’t help hit to squeal at tsukishima’s cuteness. He was so big and tall, but such a softie.

“AWW KEI,” you say, “someone has a crush on me!” you tease, and he just scoffs in response.

“I do not,” he retorts.

“do too,”

“do not.”

“well, I think you do.”

“maybe I do,” tsukishima shrugs and you look down at him in genuine shock, “I like you y/n. A lot actually.” he doesn’t say anything after that, neither do you, you’re still trying to process how random this was, how easy it was for him to candidly confess to you. You genuinely liked tsukishima as well, a lot, actually. You’ve consistently played it off a jokingly flirting so you wouldn’t get your heart broken by your roommate.

“I like you too, kei.” he looked up at you and smiled gently, you mirrored his actions and stared at each other for a while until your phone went off again, signaling that you received at text.

“hold on, I’m gonna set my phone on do not disturb.” you say, as you reach for your phone on the bedside you frown at the name that pops up.

Sugawara.

Again? Seriously, what does he want?

“who is it?” tsukishima humbly asks, readjusting himself on your bed.

“uh, nobody important.” you say, carefully putting your phone down but tsukishima looks at you in confusion.

“y/n, seriously?” tsukishima scoffs.

“what? I said no one special. Can we just watch this movie in peace?”

“I don’t want to watch a movie with you anymore.” tsukishima pouts, moving away from you and sitting himself correct on your bed and crossing his arms.

“kei, don’t be like that-“

“and I take back what I said about you calling me kei.”

“okay, now you’re being petty.” you chuckle, but tsukishima doesn’t laugh, still having a serious look on his face. You groan and move closer to him and lay your head on his lap while looking up to him but he instantly looks the opposing direction. “do you really want to know?”

“yes.”

“it was sugawara.” you mumble.

“oh,” is all tsukishima says, he shifts his leg so that you’re no longer laying on him and sits up properly.

“but it’s not like that, I promise.” you reassure him.

“then what is it like, y/n?" he scoffs, “you’re still talking to your ex. It seems to me that you still like him.”

“I don’t, he just wants to talk that’s it. The only time I’ve seen his since after our break up was the fair and that was on accident.”

“Then why don’t you just ignore him,” he reasonably asks, you don’t reply to that, you don’t know what to say. Why don’t you just ignore him?

“Was he the one you went to go text earlier?” he asks wistfully, you could barely even hear him, he was speaking so quietly.

“Yes, but tsukishima you have to understand-“

“do you still like him? or have feelings for him?” by now he’s no longer in your bed, he’s standing up, waiting for you to reply to him.

Did you still have feelings for him? You aren’t certain. You wouldn’t necessarily say no. You were never really over suga, the break was still sort of new, it happened almost a year ago, but the wound was still fresh.

“I don’t know-“

“are you serious? You seriously don’t know? You’re still hung up on your toxic ex? No fucking wonder why your relationships don’t last long.” His sudden change in behavior is not something you’ve seen before, you haven’t even seen him upset before. “he didn’t treat you right y/n, why do you still have feelings for him?

“kei, I don’t know why. can I just finish?” you’re on the verge of tears, and he doesn’t respond he just scoffs and looks away. “thank you. Sugawara was the first person I truly loved. Yes, he was abusive, yes he was manipulative, but I didn’t realize it at the time. And I don’t fucking know why I still feel some way for him, but the fact that you think it’s okay to say shit like that to me isn’t okay. I understand you’re upset with me, but that doesn’t mean you get to talk to me any way you want.” you’re already crying. You’re not even upset, more outraged that tsukishima had to bring your ex’s behavior into the argument. yes, you were aware he wasn’t the best person, but that doesn’t mean he gets to judge you based on your previous relationships.

“I am my own person kei. You don’t get to bring- up my past. My past doesn’t define me.” you’re breaking down and sobbing, you can barely even form a clear sentence and tsukishima is staring in shock as he’s just now realizing how much of an effect his words had on you. You’re breathing hard and holding onto your throat as your anxiety is getting the best of you, instantly reminding you of the dreadful events that would happen when you and suga would argue.

tsukishima’s eyes widen, he rushed over to your trembling state and holds you in his arms.

“y/n, you’re having a panic attack,” he whispers, “i need you to breathe, okay? take a deep breath with me.” he takes a deep breath, you copy his actions the best you can. tsukishima rubs your back to help soothe you, and praises you once you started breathing steadily.

“shit, y/n, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that. I said it out of anger.” He’s still hugging you, still waiting for you to calm down, he waits patiently and feels like shit for letting his anger get the best of him even though that frequently doesn’t happen.

“I’m trying kei. I like you. I really do. I’m sorry for making you upset.” you choke out a sob and tsukishima kisses your temple and strokes your hair softly.

“y/n, please don’t apologize. I’m the one who needs to be apologizing to you. I know your past doesn’t define you as a person and I know that the things sugawara did to you were not okay. I’m so sorry for making you feel like you were a bad person for wanting to talk to him and so sorry for bringing up your past relationships when you obviously weren’t comfortable speaking about it. i know you’re trying. You always have a smile on your face even when you’re hurting. You’re honestly incredible, I don’t know how you do it.” you sniffle in response as tsukishima still is embracing you and he kisses you on the top of your head, which makes your head jolt up and you face him, puffy eyes and all.

“did you just kiss me?” you ask, sniffling again.

“yeah,” he says with mischief, “was that the wrong time or-“

“no, not at all.” you smile, “y’know, for someone who’s basically 2 meters tall, you’re such a softie.”

“am not.” tsukishima mutters.

“are too”

“no”

“yes,” you say, still hugging tsukishima. “but i like this side of you, maybe i should start crying in front of you more.”

“no, i hate seeing you cry.” he burries head in the crook of your neck and kisses it softly then hugs you more tightly.

“hey— are you trying to kill me! let go of me right now tsukishima kei!” he doesn’t listen instead he grumbles and starts littering your face with kisses and you can’t help but blush. “i hate you!”

“but i like you.” he stops and stares at you, you’re blushing and you look away with him, which makes the blond smirk. “what, now you’re suddenly shy?”

“i like you too.”

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hiruseki · 3 years

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who are you, really?

something i often raise an eyebrow at is the idea that saitama shattered garou’s ideology about monsters and heroes, and that’s why he’s left so demoralized. this often accompanies the take that the MA arc’s finale is a condemnation of garou, but i don’t think that’s true. the real disaster here, emotionally, is that garou’s identity was shattered. his ideology is just another buffer between the world and his real identity. dispelling his ideology means dispelling his false identity, and that’s infinitely more important than disillusioning him of something he’s already known to be false for quite awhile.

he was forced to confront his truest self, and this is devastating to him because he thinks his truest self is weak. he has no confidence in his capacity to be good, so the implication that he wants to be is nothing more than proof of his weak resolve, the futility of his dreams, and how his stupid, soft, painfully human heart will always betray him.

garou’s identity has revolved around the idea that he can save the world by being bad, which he very strongly believes is the only role he can ever occupy. this isn’t really an ideological position, but an identity-based one, no matter how much he thinks it’s ideological. this motive has been driving his entire arc, and he has manufactured approximately 100 emotional walls to avoid confronting the fact that desperately wanting to do something good is fundamentally incompatible with true monsterhood. and unfortunately, his most cynical critiques are partially validated. they’re obviously uncharitable, incomplete, and hugely misguided, but he is endlessly taught one, overwhelming lesson: might makes right.

first, it’s important to examine how garou’s identity was formed. since childhood, he has believed public approval is a prerequisite for heroism, and because he thinks rejection is an inevitability, he concludes he can never be anything more than a monster. garou has built his life and identity around the idea that the only good thing he can do is fully embrace being bad.

unfortunately, his conclusion is that strength is the only thing that matters. idealism doesn’t matter. being good doesn’t matter. being honest doesn’t matter. strength matters.

and his single minded pursuit of strength is rewarded--he truly does become obscenely strong, and he is praised for it. he’s bang’s #1 student, and it doesn’t appear that he was ever rewarded for being sweet. and we already know--based on the manga, and the added scene of him being ostracized for protecting someone weaker--that garou’s impulse was always to be sweet. but he repressed it, and regularly berates himself for it, because he does not believe it makes him stronger.

one of the most astute observations saitama made was that garou’s hero hunting wasn’t even truly about rage or revenge--it was a melancholic, cynical journey that was all about affirming his most doomer-ish views. he doesn’t seem gleeful when he’s shouting about the futility of the S class heroes. he seems desperate, and borderline despairing. because at the end of the day, it doesn’t look like garou even wanted to be right.

immediately after this, the heroes call for garou’s execution. a lot of people take this next bit to mean that saitama has discredited garou’s ideology, but i don’t think that’s entirely accurate. i think saitama is questioning what garou’s motives really were, because obviously, absolute evil wasn’t it. what was the point of running from his identity? what was the point of pursuing a goal if he wasn’t ready to give everything up for it? what was the point of this whole squabble, if not to win? what was it, really, that garou wanted?

and soon, of course, we discover what we’ve long suspected about garou. he never wanted this. he was just afraid of the emotional vulnerability that comes with trying to be good. it hurts so much worse to be rejected when you are earnestly being yourself than it does to be rejected when you’re intentionally trying to provoke that reaction. garou has already been outcast for trying to be good, so now, he will do anything to avoid feeling that way again. being a hero leaves you open to rejection that aren’t on your own terms, and that’s far more frightening than being able to control the narrative that surrounds you by hiding behind a disingenuous mask (or monster suit). but at his core, garou is not what he thinks he is.

and, to great symbolic effect, his veneer shatters. a cornerstone of his identity has been destroyed, because he is forced to acknowledge something he has repressed. his identity was centered around believing he could only be a villain, and that he could do something anyways. his only motivation--saving the world via terror--has been blocked by an immovable force. his path to being good is blocked. his path to being bad is blocked. so why live?

now, something very telling about how garou perceives himself, and heroes, is this next bit.

despite very obviously being human at this point, garou still sees himself as the defeated, irredeemable monster. he genuinely seems to believe that he should be killed. the script dictates that he dies, and it becomes clear that not only was garou trying to prove himself as a monster, but that he assumed that this would lead to his death if he failed. and unfortunately, it doesn’t appear he was entirely off base.

and garou doesn’t even bother trying to defend himself or change their minds. he’s been typecast once again, and he’s brought a lot of it upon himself. his lack of resolve to kill the heroes has led to a situation in which he’s the one being punished, even when they’re willing to team up on him and kill him without a second thought. once again, garou is being taught that any kindness he exhibits is futile, and weak.

and then bang steps in. garou has given up on himself, but bang has not given up on him, no matter what garou thinks. it’s really very sad--bang is a paternal figure to garou, and yet garou doesn’t believe, for even a moment, that bang will defend him, or hesitate to kill him.

he is legitimately confused, and surprised that bang is pulling his punches. he is asking for garou to defend himself, to say something that will make this less awful, to vouch for himself. but garou doesn’t have anything to say for himself. it was all for nothing. as far as he’s concerned, he burnt his life to the ground, and now he’s going to die for it.

bang breaks him out of this ridiculous armor of his own self destruction, drilling down to the heart of who garou is, and who bang knows he can be. and garou smiles a very small smile, and it stops bang in his tracks. because nobody truly wants to be hated. nobody wants to be abandoned.

and then, zombieman finally accurately characterizes garou, to fairly awful effect. he recognizes that garou doesn’t want to live because his identity has fallen apart, and uses this as justification for murdering him. even if you can understand the S class’s motives here, they come across as cruel and vindictive. the more you examine this entire scene with garou, the more unbelievably sad it becomes.

...especially when you consider that even saitama finds this depressing.

if this was really about ideology alone, garou wouldn’t be fine with losing. garou wouldn’t want to literally die. garou never wanted to be strong for his own sake. he never wanted to just hurt people. he wanted to save people. and now it’s over. he can’t do anything. garou, once again, feels powerless, and as though his impulse to be good is a weakness.

until tareo shows up.

you “real heroes.” once you unpack this, you realize the implication that garou is a hero, just not a professional one. he is tareo’s hero, and is tangible evidence that there still is a way forward for garou--he can be good, and he’s always had that path available to him.

and, as the cherry on top, saitama gives garou another chance to introduce himself. his identity has been a convoluted mess of repression and self loathing, and saitama makes sure to emphasize that it doesn’t have to be this way.

garou did good. and someone has acknowledged this in no uncertain terms, and it is finally, finally being rewarded in one of the most moving scenes of the webcomic. someone has finally told him, explicitly, that he is more than the role he currently occupies. one of the most misguided ideas garou had was that his identity could ever be determined by anyone other than himself. other people’s perceptions of him don’t determine reality.

and if that’s true, it means he really is free to be whoever he wants. and that’s something that’s equal parts liberating and terrifying for someone like garou. it means he has to take responsibility--real responsibility--for who he is, and open himself up to the potential for people to reject his most authentic self, and have enough confidence to be himself regardless.

this was never just about monsters vs. heroes, or a true desire to be hated. it was never truly about an ideological motive. it was always about a teenager who lost his way, and used his lack of self esteem as a justification to lash out at the world that hurt him. it was always about garou’s identity, and the way he tried to run from it. he can’t do that anymore, so all we can wonder is: who will he choose to be now? because one thing is for sure--he is no monster.

#i did not proofread this and it got way longer than i meant for it to be. i am so sorry in advance for Issues #one punch man #opm #garou #meta #mine #opm webcomic spoilers

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 3 years

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I might be back on my bullshit thinking about Louis [as if I ever stopped] and episode 2 again. Like... there are a lot of things that could’ve been handled better when it comes to ep2, but can we just appreciate his apology to Clementine during the archery scene?

[note: this turned into a bit of a rant, and for that, I apologize]

It still baffles me that he gets dismissed as a shitbird by portions of the fandom to this day for being upset with Clem and AJ when he just found out his best friend gave away the twins, murdered Brody and tried to pin it on Clementine to cover his tracks... only to then be murdered by AJ after he already gave up, shot him in the back of the head right in front of everyone and left Louis heartbroken and traumatized.

Like I understand that some of y’all think Clementine and AJ should never be held accountable for anything they do and they’re always right, even when they’re in the wrong because you’re the player projecting yourself onto them and everyone who is mean to you is a stupid head unless they’re mean in the right way.

Or you’re one of those violentine stans who feels like the only way to validate your ship is to create this narrative that Louis is a traitor and Clementine would never love him after he voted for them to leave as if the only way you know how to make Violet look good is to make Louis bad by comparison instead of like... y’know, being one of the decent stans who explain and gush about the positives of the ship itself and why they love it rather obsessing over the other ship.

Either way, you’re really gonna look at that situation of Louis reacting to his best friend’s death after what just went down and be like “calm down, Louis, you’re being a jerk :/” like.... I’m sorry?

Aren’t you the same people who complained about Luke not giving a shit about Nick’s death back in s2? how he didn’t have a reaction? In fact, aren’t you also the same people who vigorously defended Kenny for his reaction to Sarita’s death after he lashed out at Clementine? Remember? When he yelled at her and called her a stupid fucking kid who thinks she can just get anyone killed and it’s okay because she said sorry? but it’s fine because Kenny’s reacting in a realistic way that makes sense for his character and he later apologizes for it?

but now here you are, getting a realistic reaction out of Louis that makes sense with his character and all of a sudden, you don’t like it? You want him to just be like “Oh no, Marlon.... anyway.” Really?

Louis is hurt, he’s pissed and he doesn’t know what to do. He’s so shaken by what the hell just happened, Marlon’s dead body is bleeding out on the ground, Ruby’s talking about getting fucking medicine as if that’s gonna do anything, Violet waving her cleaver around at them even though literally none of them were looking at AJ they were all looking at Clementine, Violet you are not helping anyone in this situation, you’re only making it worse and adding to the aggression... but no, Louis shouldn’t be a fucking mess right now. He should just shrug his shoulders and be like “Welp, this is fine.”

Then there’s the damn funeral. Look, Clementine and AJ shouldn’t have been there. I know they had to be for story purposes, but it’s such a bad idea that it makes Violet, the one who wanted them there, look like an ass who has no regard for anyone other than herself, Clementine and AJ, and those who agree with her... which is only Tenn and I guess everyone else sucks and their feelings are invalid because no one else wanted them there since it’s not a good idea to have Marlon’s murderer attend his funeral and if you believe that isn’t going to piss people off or make them uncomfortable, then either you don’t care or you don’t know how to read a room.

And by the way, Louis wasn’t the one who suggested voting them out. He wasn’t even there when MITCH said they should take a vote and everyone agreed to it. So why is it that Louis gets all this blame for how the vote turned out? Oh, Louis is such a traitor because he’s the reason they got kicked out.... except no?

First of all, if you’re so mad at Louis then how come you’re not mad at Ruby? She voted them out, too. So did Omar. They contributed to kicking them out. How come no one else talks about how much they hate them after they said having the vote was a fair idea and then voted them out? Oh, and Willy, too. Willy voted them out. The only other person who gets heat for the vote is Mitch, and he was the one who came up with the idea in the first place... but no one else, huh?

Also, how come only Violet gets praise for wanting Clementine and AJ to stay? Never see anyone talk about how amazing Aasim is after he was the third vote for them. He has legit reasons for wanting them around, too, but he didn’t want them at the funeral either so what, does that cancel out his vote for you? Where is the Aasim love?

Then we got the dorms where Louis and Violet come to escort them away, and once again, I have to mention that both of them are wrong in this situation. They’re on the extreme opposites where Violet thinks they should stay because they didn’t do anything wrong, and Louis thinks they should leave because AJ’s dangerous. Both of these view points make sense with their characters.

However, I guess some conveniently ignore how conflicted Louis is about the whole thing and how he’s feeling about it because it doesn’t fit with the narrative they’re trying to push about his character.

Again, he’s dealing with a lot of shit right now only to be constantly invalidated by Violet, who keeps telling him what a shithead he is for hurting about this, how he’s just burying his head in the sand again and all this other shit, and he eventually snaps at her and says AJ’s dangerous, which hurts AJ and it’s all over Louis’ face that he realizes he snapped and he feels bad about it.

But Louis never got aggressive with them, he never laid a hand on them, and he was there to escort them out in the woods. And that argument of “he sent them out there to die therefore Clementine and AJ should hate him, Clem shouldn’t want any friendly/romantic relationship with him because he put AJ at risk and got him shot” is.... I dunno, ugh? It’s ugh. You act like Louis did this to intentionally get them hurt when that’s not true.

Clementine and AJ have survived on their own for years, so it makes sense that Louis would try to justify this to himself like “they’ll make it out there, they’ll survive because they’ve done this before... this is for the best for everyone” and no, him telling them that this is probably like going home for them isn’t okay, but it makes sense for his character because he doesn’t actually know how bad it is out there.

None of them know, they’ve all lived in walls their whole lives. It’s naïve of him, yes, but it makes sense and he didn’t do this with shitty intentions of wanting them to get hurt. He didn’t know that Lilly and Abel would be out there, he didn’t know AJ would get shot, he didn’t know any of it. He didn’t think that if they voted them out, this would happen. He was struggling with his feelings about them and saying goodbye to someone he was starting to feel a connection with.

And he let them back in. Hell, he carried AJ into the school himself when they showed up wounded and you still wanna call him an asshole and a traitor? He could’ve said nope, get the hell out. We kicked you out, you’re not welcome here.

He didn’t do that, he ran to them to see if they’re okay, he brought AJ to Ruby and stayed with him the entire time Clem was in the office with Violet.... AND he apologized to AJ, quietly begging for him to be okay... and when he’s faced with Clementine after what happened, he doesn’t know what to say to her. He can’t even look at her because he feels so ashamed of himself and feels all the blame for this.

This is a moment that ties back to backstory. Louis’ emotions overpowered him, he made a decision and now AJ is shot and bleeding on the couch.... when he came to the school, they [the staff, I assume] said these kids were bad people, they told Louis that he was bad after what he did to his parents and he internalized that, and this whole this just reaffirms that idea “I am bad, I hurt people, this is my fault.” He blames himself for everything even though there’s no way he could’ve known. You can feel Louis’ genuine concern for AJ and how he’s doing, but at the same time, he’s trying to distance himself from Clementine… and well, sorta failing since he brings her clothes and they have the conversation in the dorms.

Then the archery scene.... y’know, the scene I was gonna make a simple little post about that somehow turned into this.

Once again we have Louis and Violet arguing because that’s what they do now, and Violet continues to tell him to get over himself without listening to anything he says, and he goes to practice archery so that y’know... when the raiders come he can use a weapon to help defend them since he’s not very good with it and needs practice.

Clem goes to check on him, and Louis apologizes for voting them out, explains that when AJ shot Marlon, he blamed Clementine when that wasn’t the right thing to do. He had a lot going on emotionally on top of what was happening around him, but after having two weeks to work through things alone, even though he’ll never be happy Marlon died, he can understand why AJ thought it was the right thing to do... and if he could take everything back, he would. He knew that the moment they came back, and he still does.

I just.... how often does Clementine ever get an actual apology from anyone who has hurt her? A real apology from someone who means it and then doesn’t just turn around and repeat the same hurtful actions? Like... it baffles me that people will look at this genuine apology and tell him to fuck off, but will accept and continue to adore someone like Kenny who will apologize for hurting Clem, only to never try to be better and ends up hurting her even more next time.

Or they’ll accept and justify Violet’s last minute apology for punching Clementine in the face on the boat and putting everyone [including AJ, rememeber?] at risk of either dying or being made into brainwashed soldiers by the delta.

They both have reasons for their behaviors and you’ll work your ass off to justify them, and I’m not saying your points are wrong or invalid, but you seriously won’t even try to extend that same thing to Louis? Why?

Well, jokes on you because I too will work my ass of to talk about Louis and what he’s going through and that’s how posts like this get made. I know not everyone is going to feel that connection to him that I have, and you’re allowed to not like him as a character, but realize that I’m also allowed to give my perspective on his character and why I disagree with points posed by those who don’t like him.

The archery scene is one of my favorites. It’s Louis and Clementine proving that they’re able to open up to one another and say they’re sorry, to forgive the other without being petty or holding it over the other to throw back at them the next time they argue. It proves that Louis wants to put in the effort to repair their relationship and atone for the mistakes he made, to step up and not be “bad” anymore.

I mean, Louis says it best himself. Everyone heard the jokes and the piano, after that, they stop listening... a lot of people just boil him down to a funny man who never takes anything seriously and the only thing he could ever bring to Clementine’s life is a good laugh, but those who stuck with him and put an effort into building his and Clementine’s relationship know better than that. They know how much this apology in ep2 means even with the downer that the timeline of events rushes everything a bit.

The fact that Louis doesn’t have this big ego that prevents him from apologizes, that he can forgive AJ for what he did and still build a strong relationship with both him and Clementine, that if you earn his trust he will follow you to hell and back, that he isn’t afraid to call Clementine out on her bullshit and doesn’t have a come apart when she does the same to him, that with her and AJ by his side he finally doesn’t feel alone anymore.... it’s all just so fucking good.

I dunno, maybe you can understand why I get so ugh whenever I still see these same arguments about him being made with this double standard that doesn’t apply to other characters.

#twdg louis #twdg clementine #twdg aj #twdg marlon #twdg violet #twdg aasim #twdg ruby #twdg willy #twdg mitch #twdg omar #twdg tenn #twdg brody #twdg clouis

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westwingwolf · 3 years

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In this post, I go into a long, defensive character/ship study for reflection after New Blood so for the sake of not clogging the tag and anyone who doesn’t want to see it or doesn’t want to be spoiled, it’s under the cut.

I think if you are looking for Tim to apologize for some of those early days, you are going to be disappointed. At least for a while. Because Tim sees a lot of what he did as practical training methods he’d use on any other rookie. Whether that’s right or wrong in your opinion, doesn’t matter. It’s how Tim sees it and therefore how the writers intend for him to see it. For all else, any time Tim crossed a line: he was called out, acknowledged it himself, apologized and/or thanked Lucy for her help.

A lot of those things were what Tim was going to do to any rookie if he thought that was the type of training the rookie needed. Tim says he is a show type of guy. He isn’t just going to tell a rookie the wrong or right method. He is going to create a scenario in which they learn it the hard way but in a safe, controlled environment. He was going to kick Jackson out of the car if he got the answer wrong, but Jackson got it right. And when he realized Jackson needed a different type of training to help him get over his fear of gunfire or quit or else Angela would get fired, he changed his tactics. And both times literally end up saving his own life. Lucy knew exactly where she was when she radioed that Tim had been shot. Jackson ran down the armed guy shooting at Tim because Tim said if he couldn’t get into the fight to stay in the car, so Jackson found a way around that.

The way Lucy words it, it doesn’t sound like she believes that Tim tormented her all through the job. Just that first day (well, and the second but I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt that those first 2 shifts can be treated like a first day) and some time after. Because the next thing she mentioned as a month later is the bathroom incident. That happened the day Tim came back to work after being shot. In between time which she spent an entire shift with Officer Wrigley(?) who was nice and treated her like a rockstar, and was boring because he wouldn’t take interesting calls. She is stuck with that until Tim questions if she is just going to let a criminal get away when she can do something about it. She called him a pain in her ass which he responded was the job. In that moment you can see that Lucy is not going to back down, and that Tim sees this as how to best train her. Their reactions of each other shows a mutual understanding of the other and the start of an acceptance. And maybe Tim does torment Lucy a little all through the job just to keep her on her toes.

As to the bathroom incident: in Amber, Harper made a point of saying how important it is to find a proper bathroom so that’s obviously something they teach at the academy or veterans learn through experience. And Lucy knew to secure the bathroom which she did. Just not enough. And Tim knew that would probably happen so he took advantage of that. Just as he would if any other rookie who needed that type of training had done that. This happened before he got the call about Isabel. The things he did after, intentionally starting a fight with the biker gang, that was out of line because he was upset about Isabel. And Lucy called him out on that. Just as she has done every time since Tim has stepped over the line.

I don’t believe Lucy actually gets triggered when she walks into a shoe store. Exaggeration to prove a point through humor. I laughed anyways. Especially since I’m sure the things that actually trigger Lucy are more like complete darkness and locked in confined, tight places. Does he say boot more than anyone else? Yes. Does that change depending on the outward image Tim is trying to convey? Also yes. The hardass Tim was those first few days/weeks/months (depending on which timeline we are going with) is not who he truly is. And Lucy knows that. She sticks up for him more than anyone. She calls him out on his shit, but also reminds him he is a good person. That side of him only comes back out when he truly fears not being tough will cause a setback. Such as when he yelled at her for having something in her gun hand other than her gun after Chris was shot and his TO pointed out that he told him how to proceed and his rookie didn’t listen. And Lucy wasn’t even mad at Tim about that because by then she knows him and what he is like. All her anger was at Emmett for stepping in where he shouldn’t. Because Lucy can handle herself, and she can handle Tim. Which Tim knows perfectly well and has said so. If Lucy was truly so upset by all that Tim has done, she wouldn’t insist that they are friends. Yes, she was eager to get out of training, but she also took the time to ensure that they had proper acknowledgment as to the closure of her training. And an acceptance that they would be friends from this point on was admitted by both of them in that “see you tomorrow.”

I’ll grant you the lessons can go overboard, but they actually work. When Lucy was in that bomber’s house after he set a bomb, she told Harper to get clear of the house and radio for help. Why? Because she learned that radio frequencies can sometimes set off bombs. She never forgot that lesson. And used it as payback for Tim later so double bonus.

So here is where Lucy can differ from any other rookie trained the same way by Tim. She learned those lessons and remembers them later when she is more or less by herself. It’s not just something that can be told and hope you remember when the necessary time comes. It is something lived through experience, again in a safer and more controlled environment, that she remembers. Maybe not all rookies would, but she did. And where she differs is how she gets Tim back anytime she feels he needs payback: stealing his money clip, giving him her bar tab as an evaluation, giving him his own powder bomb, etc. Things no other rookie would dare try, and he lets her get away with it. Because I think he actually likes that he found someone who can match his diabolical ways. Honestly, if these two weren’t such good people at heart, they’d pair up to be the world’s greatest supervillains.

Jackson called Lucy out on why would she want Tim to torment someone else if she hated how he treated her. So either she didn’t have that big of a problem with it or she doesn’t like the implication that it was something wrong about her that Tim felt warranted that kind of treatment. Yes, Lucy needs praise. She has always needed praise. Especially from authority figures. (Yes, I know the implications of that from a shipping POV, but if you are already shipping Chenford, you’re either ignoring it or waiting until it’s no longer an issue or both.) It’s clear from her relationship with her parents that she at first tried to get it from them. That’s why she studied psychology. To please them. And once she found what she wanted and stuck with it, she thought they’d be happy for her and she’d get that praise but she didn’t. She is still looking for it in her life. So she looks at this situation as there must have been something wrong with her and somehow the new rookie is better. Which Tim disproves. It wasn’t about her being less than; it’s about her being different and needing different training tactics. And her differences are actually things Lucy values, and Tim values too (clearly as he is tried to get Barnes to see policing as helping people and not as engaging enemy combatants. Plus take a look at how Tim treats people in the community even ones he previously arrested. He still tries to help them.) But Tim recognizes Lucy also needed a different perspective even if her perspective still ultimately wins out. Which Lucy acknowledges in Resolutions. She still chooses to be a cop in her own way. She still values empathy and compassion first and foremost. Seeing the world as the scary place it can be just rounds out her perspective, but it doesn’t overwhelm it. And Tim stopped pushing that perspective after Lucy found out just how scary the world can be. Because Lucy has been though all of that, gained perspective but still stayed true to herself, she is a good cop. Again, something Tim acknowledged. He disavowed her of the idea that she was somehow less, explained his position, and complimented her with probably the highest compliment he could give someone: the respect of being a good cop.

That difference in how Tim & Lucy approach things is what made them such a great partnership. Tim sees things with suspicion first, compassion second. While Lucy is compassion first, suspicion second. They both quickly adapt to either, but also help the other with finding the necessary POV. So they hardly ever miss anything because if one doesn’t see it, the other will. They are complimentary but not so stubborn in their own initial POVs that they force the issue making things worse. If one is passionate in their belief, the other will follow their decision.

So here is my point: whatever they went through before, good and bad, does not have a drastic effect on discouraging their friendship (and possibly romantic relationship). All of that is more or less fond (okay not so fond) memories. They understand each other, have forgiven each other (Lucy more than Tim because Tim crossed more lines), accepted their faults, encouraged each other, acknowledged each other, and basically formed a lasting bond that is more than TO/rookie and even more than most friendships can be lucky to have. Perhaps even more than most romantic relationships get. And frankly, holding any past mistakes over each other’s head to the point of disgruntlement would not lead to a healthy relationship. Which is why I don’t think Lucy truly holds what Tim did against him. I think it was as it appeared: wondering why the new rookie was treated differently and if that is a reflection on her. Which it wasn’t in any negative way. But to make her point about the differences, Lucy had to list the ways Tim handled everything in their early days. And to make his point, Tim clearly explains the differences and what necessitates that difference. An apology for any of that would negate the point he was making. If Lucy was truly upset in any lasting way, she wouldn’t have immediately worried about Barnes, and she wouldn’t have been so happy at Tim’s compliment.

Will Tim ever apologize for the early days? Maybe. Maybe not. Does he need to? I don’t think so. Not for me anyways. Because Tim is a show me type of guy, and he has shown Lucy in so many ways how much he values her. And Lucy has shown that that means more to her than anything.

#chenford #Tim Bradford #Lucy Chen #Lucy x Tim #The Rookie #the rookie theory

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singingaboutwishingx · 4 years

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the west wing professor au

i feel like this has been done before, but i can’t find it if it does exist. if this is your au, please know that i did not intentionally copy any ideas because, again, i’m not sure if this really exists.

also before i start, i don’t know how other people’s colleges work, so just in case: a capstone class is a sort of cumulative class for seniors (i’ve also heard it called a senior seminar). it’s usually a very small class size and either discussion-based or research-based. what’s required for the class varies by major.

dr. joshua lyman (ratemyprofessor score: 4.5): chairman of the political science department. also teaches one capstone class per semester. it is the single most sought-after class in the department (which strokes his ego. also, he literally does not have time to teach a second section).

dr. josiah bartlet (ratemyprofessor score: 4.7): the only econ professor anyone likes. his classes fill up very quickly, given that he’s a nobel laureate and all. he’s kind of a hard grader, but he’s very kind and enthusiastic.

dr. claudia jean cregg (ratemyprofessor score: 4.9): teaches communications. she loves her capstone classes because they give her more one-on-one interaction with the students. she’s taught several influential people who cite her as one of their sources of motivation and inspiration.

dr. tobias ziegler (ratemyprofessor score: 3.7): teaches comp. you either hate dr. ziegler or you love him. no in between. praise in the margins of your papers feels like winning the lottery.

dr. samuel seaborn (ratemyprofessor score: 5.0): teaches english and creative writing. if you’re attracted to men, it’s practically a rite of passage to have a crush on him. he’s so sweet and enthusiastic and encouraging that it’s nearly impossible to not.

dr. leopold mcgarry (ratemyprofessor score: 4.5): teaches psychology. fairly universally beloved for his dry jokes and in-depth lectures. he gives a little half-smile easily, but sometimes he smiles with teeth and it’s enough to make everyone want to cry.

professor donnatella moss, m.a. (ratemyprofessor score: 4.9): teaches music theory and choir. sweet, encouraging, knows how to foster talent. don’t disappoint her or make her mad. she’ll break your heart and you’ll never forget it.

professor charles young, j.d. (ratemyprofessor score: 5.0): adjunct professor of civil procedure, also practices human rights law part time. every student loves him to pieces (he’s a genuinely good teacher, but the weekly bonus point opportunities certainly don’t hurt).

dr. abigail bartlet (ratemyprofessor score: 4.2): teaches biology capstone classes and anatomy. a little bit of a hardass, but she really does want students to succeed. even if her classes make you want to die and reconsider your major, you can’t help but love her.

dr. william bailey (ratemyprofessor score: 4.3): teaches astronomy, and his eyes just light up when students ask thoughtful questions. a little bit of a mess, but he’s pretty endearing (and a pretty easy grader–if you get the concept, you get most of your points).

ms. katherine harper (ratemyprofessor score: n/a): head rotc coordinator. has personally visited high schools across the country to speak on her experiences with rotc. when students come to her, she takes them very seriously. has made many a girl wonder if they liked girls (spoiler alert: they usually do).

dr. annabeth schott (ratemyprofessor score: 4.3): adjunct professor, teaches public speaking and advises the student theatre group. makes her students do silly exercises to loosen them up. fairly well-liked. does some media consulting on the side.

dr. amelia gardener (ratemyprofessor score: 4.0): teaches women’s studies. tough as nails, but clearly knowledgeable and passionate about her subject. not very good at answering student emails, so it’s best to go to her office hours.

dr. josephine lucas and mr. kenneth thurman (ratemyprofessor score: 4.3): joey is second chair of the political science department and teaches statistics for political science. she generally uses power points so she can click to the next slide and have both hands free to sign while kenny interprets. students adore both dr. lucas and mr. thurman.

dr. matthew santos (ratemyprofessor score: 5.0): teaches humanities with a specific focus in government and global relations. is just the most enthusiastic, fun guy on campus with so much passion for his subject. includes corny jokes in his power point slides.

professor ainsley hayes, j.d. (ratemyprofessor score: 4.2): teaches constitutional law. loves nothing more than civil debate in class. a tough grader, but leaves lots of constructive feedback. she only wants her students to be better.

professor daniel concannon, m.a. (ratemyprofessor score: 4.4): teaches journalism. enjoys teaching well enough, but takes semesters off at every opportunity to go cover stories worldwide. his assignments seem hard, but he helps the students work through them.

margaret hooper, carol fitzpatrick, ginger webster, and bonnie parikh (ratemyprofessor score: n/a): grad students working as ta’s. margaret teaches psych under leo, carol teaches comms under cj, ginger teaches chemistry labs, and bonnie teaches creative writing under sam.

bonus:

everyone knows that dr. and dr. bartlet are married--they’re the campus power couple who literally promote their spouse’s classes (”and if any of you are biology/econ majors, you’ll probably have my wife/husband”).

however, it’s somehow several years before any student figures out that there’s something going on between dr. lyman and professor moss.

they both have wedding rings on, but they don’t necessarily talk about their personal lives in class, so nobody really thinks much of it until a particularly gossipy student runs into them (holding hands, no less) at a local theatre’s production of a tennessee williams play and it spreads like wildfire.

so now everybody knows they’re married (and have impeccable taste in theatre).

cj and toby have been having an ongoing affair ever since his divorce, but they keep it very quiet.

sam is painfully aware that his students have crushes on him, but he keeps it incredibly professional (besides, he has one eye on that cute astronomy professor).

one of the girls who met kate and wondered if they liked girls was ainsley (and, spoiler alert: she did). there was a faculty/staff mixer at the beginning of ainsley’s first year teaching, and when they shook hands, ainsley forgot how to breathe for a second.

josh and joey went on one date during josh’s first year after he started teaching at this university, but it didn’t really work. however, they remain close friends.

#in my heart their ratemyprofessor scores are all 5.0 but we have to be realistic i guess #i think kate's full name is just kate in canon but i very much like the idea of it being short for katherine #i have this weird obsession with full names #also as far as i can tell ginger and bonnie don't have last names in canon so i'm just using their actresses' last names haha #and normally to keep up the pattern i would have ginger teaching under toby but she just gives me such a strong chemistry vibe #i honestly love sam/will so much #my disaster speechwriters <3 #also yes i'm projecting about leo's smile what about it #bianca spills the tea #the west wing #tww #west wing #josh lyman #jed bartlet #cj cregg #toby ziegler #sam seaborn #leo mcgarry #donna moss #charlie young #abbey bartlet #abigail bartlet #will bailey #kate harper #annabeth schott #amy gardener #joey lucas #kenny thurman #matt santos #ainsley hayes

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nonstop-haikyuu · 4 years

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A Bet Worth Taking

I give you a long ass Tendou smut! Honestly, I wasn’t expecting it to turn out as long as it did but here we are so!

Warnings: finger sucking, slight dumbification, spitting in mouth(I’m sorry Jesus Asahi), oral (both receiving), vaginal sex, fingering, dirty talk,

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It was no secret that Tendou Satori made the Aoba Johsai team uneasy. He was one of the most unpredictable middle blockers that they had ever played, shutting down Iwaizami’s spikes with an ease that made their skin crawl. But the unease that shivered down my spine was not because of his blocking abilities. Sure, he was fantastic at his position and that did make me a tad bit nervous for my boys but that was not the thing that made me squirm at the sight of him.

“Seriously, princess, Guess Monster?” Oikawa groaned, flopping against my bed. I covered my face at his response then whined, “It’s not like I intentionally caught feels for him, Tooru-chan. Iwa-chan, help me out here.” The dark haired ace raised his head from where he was studying Japanese and replied, “As much as I hate to say it, but Asskawa is right. Out of all the people we’ve faced, you’re hot for Tendou?” Burying my face in a pillow to hide my embarrassment, I answered, “I told you it wasn’t on purpose. At least it’s not Ushijima!”

The two exchanged a glance above me and Oikawa hummed his agreement before he remarked, “I guess I can kind of see why you like him.” I snapped my head up and Hajime narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend, drawing out, “Oh and why is that?” I snickered at the clear jealousy in his tone, delighted that the attention had been drawn away from me a bit, then the setter explained, “You’ve seen his fingers, Iwa-chan. Not to mention, he’s known as the Guess Monster. If he can predict what we’re going to do on the court, can you imagine what he can do off the court?”

“Exactly. Plus, he’s pretty. I don’t know, there’s just something about him that excites me.” I remarked with a shrug of my shoulders. The two shook their heads then Iwaizumi glared at Oikawa, muttering, “I don’t like the fact that you understand why she likes that bastard.” Tooru and I shared a knowing smile then I leaned into the mound of pillows against my headboard, chirping, “And just like that, the attention has shifted away from me and my strange crush.”

Little did I know, the attention would quickly snap back to me and my fascination with Tendou Satori in two weeks time, due to a practice match that Coach had set up with Shiratorizawa in preparation for the interhigh prelims that was quickly arriving. Oikawa and Iwaizumi quickly flanked me after our meeting finished and the setter tossed an arm over my shoulders, chirping, “This could be your chance to make your move, princess.”

“Ugh, I don’t even have the backbone to do eye contact for longer than ten seconds. Besides, you guys don’t even like him. Why are you encouraging me?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. Iwaizumi ruffled my hair and answered, “Just cause we don’t like him on the court, doesn’t mean that we’re gonna hate him off the court. ‘Sides, we’re your best friends, we’re supposed to support you in your crushes.” I gave a small laugh and leaned into his side, muttering, “You guys are the absolute best. I don’t deserve you.”

“Aww, Iwa-chan, she said we’re the best!” Oikawa cooed, patting the top of my head. I shook his hand off then whined, “Great, now he’s never going to lose that giant ego of his.” Hajime glanced down at me in response and stated, “He wasn’t going to lose it in the first place, you just keep praising him.”

I scoffed then turned my attention to him, retorting, “Says his boyfriend who appeases his praise kink?” The duo paused at my remark and Iwaizumi grabbed the back of Oikawa’s shirt as he tried to run, snapping, “You told her that I praise you!?”

“She practically lives with us, it’s not like it’s a secret, Iwa-chan! Our walls are very thin, you know that!” the setter cried out, struggling in the grasp of the ace. I laughed quietly and stared down at the gym floor. Something told me that this particular practice match would be one unlike many others. The Guess Monster was deep under my skin and he would soon find out exactly who I liked and what I wanted.

The day had come. It was time for our practice match against Shiratorizawa. The team had gone to grab a light lunch, leaving me at the gym to help prep for score keeping and set up chairs for the coaches and me, since I was the only manager attending today. Our rivals were unsurprisingly warming up when I entered the gym.

A few of the first years turned to see who had entered, while Semi waved and Tendou cocked his head at me. Ushijma continued to fire off spikes into the blocks of the second years and I gaped at the sound of the ball smashing into the floor. Even after all these three years of seeing that ace play, it was still a deafening sound. The power was simply unmatched by most.

I approached their coaches and bowed in greeting, asking, “Could you direct me in the area of where the chairs are kept please?” Coach Washijou waved a hand at the question and answered, “I’ll have Tendou show you. This place is so big, if you’re not careful you’ll be halfway across campus.” My eyes widened at the statement and turned as the redhead turned in our direction, that lazy smile stretched across his face as he walked towards us, asking, “Need something, Coach?”

“Tendou, why don’t you show our guest to where we keep the chairs? We don’t need Aoba Johsai throwing a fight when she gets gobbled up by campus.” Something unfamiliar gleamed in the middle blocker’s eyes and he cooed in a low tone, “Oh no, we couldn’t let dear mouse-chan get eaten before she sees her team get broken down again.”

My upper lip twitched at the bait he laid out, Tendou clearly expecting me to snap back with a snide remark, but I replied, “Thank you, Tendou-kun. I appreciate you taking time out of practice to help me.”

His eyes narrowed and for a second, it was clear that he wasn’t expecting that civilized reply then he made his way out of the gym, tossing over his shoulder, “We keep the chairs and score cards in the shed out here.” I nodded in understanding and quickly followed him, eager to prepare my team’s side of the net.

We stepped inside of the shed then he flicked on a light as the door swung shut. I jumped at the sudden loud bang that echoed through the small building and turned as the middle blocker slid closer. In fact, he was so close, I could see the glisten of sweat on his skin and it made my mouth water. Stupid hormones. I had self restraint, dammit, so why can’t I show this bastard that?!

“So little mouse. Cute as ever.” Tendou cooed, twisting a bandaged finger in the string of my hoodie. I gulped at the simple motion and took a small step backwards as I replied, “Tendou-kun. As forward as ever. Ready to lose today?” A low laugh filled my senses and he leaned closer, murmuring, “Someone is brave today. But alas, we’re not losing to Seijoh. Not now, not ever.” I toyed with the hem of his jersey and tilted my head to the side, asking quietly, “Are you willing to put your money where your mouth is, Guess Monster?”

“Oho, is that a wager I hear in the distance? What’s the prize if Shiratorizawa wins and by default, I win our little bet?” Tendou asked, stepping closer. I hummed at the question and tugged him down my height, murmuring, “I’ll suck your cock. But if Seijoh wins, you’re going to finger me.”

The middle blocker smirked down at me and replied, “That sounds like a win-win for me, mouse-chan. That interested in my fingers?” I bit my bottom lip at the question and wrapped my hand around his wrist before tugging his hand upwards. Red eyes narrowed then he groaned when I pulled two of his fingers into my mouth.

Tendou hummed at the suction and began pushing his fingers deeper into my mouth, my eyes fluttering half shut. He smirked down at me then murmured, “That’s it, little mouse. I can’t wait to see how pretty you are when you suck me off. Bet you’re going to be flushed and gagging for more.”

I trembled against the wall of the shed and sucked harder, desperate to wreck him before this match started. Aoba Johsai had a hell of a team, but with Tendou on top of his game, it was almost impossible to get a kill in. If I could throw him off just a bit, then maybe, our chances of winning this practice match would increase.

The bandages around his fingers were coarse against my tongue but still so delightful as he continued to finger fuck my mouth, soft groans and curses escaping him. Tendou pulled his fingers out, grinning at the spit slick against my lips connected to his fingers, and chimed, “Well it’s a good thing I keep an extra roll of tape in here in case I leave my others at home. You grab chairs, little mouse, I’m sure your team will be here any time soon.”

I nodded quickly and wiped my mouth with the edge of my hoodie sleeve, cursing the fact that our school colors were so light. Hurrying to collect three chairs, I jerked open the shed door, freezing. Standing on the other side was Iwaizumi and Oikawa. The ace had his hand outstretched towards the handle and the two shared identical looks of “What the hell happened to you?” I laughed quietly and stepped out of the building, chiming, “Hey, glad you guys finally got here. Where’s my lunch, I’m starving.”

Our captain raised a bag that had my name written in Iwa’s neat handwriting then they glanced over my shoulders to see Tendou finishing taping his fingers. The redhead met their gaze and grinned, stepping beside me and stated, “I hope you two are already to get your asses kicked today. I’ve got a lot riding on this match.” And with that, the middle blocker strolled away from us, glee pouring off him. We blinked after him then Iwaizumi whipped his head to face me, demanding, “What the hell was that?”

“T-That was nothing, I promise!” I rushed out, my cheeks heating under the incoming interrogation. Oikawa laughed at my insistence and said, “That was definitely something. What did he mean, he’s got a lot riding on this match?” I hurried past them, the chairs banging together as I sped walked back into the gym.

Our team was warming up, clearly prepared to take down their opponents. Internally, I was hoping that my best friends would leave the subject only until we finished warm-ups at least, but when I noticed them hovering over me as I made my way over to our side of the net, it was clear that they were not letting this go.

“I may have made a wager with the Guess Monster?” I squeaked as I finished setting up the last chair. Their eyes widened at the admission and Iwaizumi drew in a deep breath before he asked in a low voice, “And what exactly was the wager, princess?” I glanced behind them and took notice of Tendou watching us then mumbled, “I told him if they win that I would uh…”

“That you would what? Oikawa asked, eager for the gossip. I drew in a deep breath and hung my head before I rushed out quietly, “I would suck his dick if they win and he’d finger me if we won.” Their eyes widened to almost a comical size and I sunk into my chosen chair, burying my face in my hands as I muttered, “See, this is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you.”

“Holy shit, princess, you went for gold on that.” Iwaizumi praised, surprise still sketched his features, I gulped then murmured, “Not to mention I maybe sucked on his fingers and that’s why he had to change his tape?” And with that, I opened my lunch, giving a small prayer before digging into the noodles. Iwaizumi glanced up at Oikawa who nodded and the two squeezed me into a hug, Tooru stating, “We’re so proud of you.”

“You nerds are making this much more awkward than it needs to be. Go warm up, we don’t need either of you fucking up and getting an injury cause you’re too stupid to get ready.” I insisted, waving them away. The captain pressed a hand to his chest, pouting, “She’s as mean as you are sometimes, Iwa-chan. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’d both hate me.” The ace rolled his eyes and remarked, “Shut up, Loser-kawa, let’s kick some Shiratorizawa ass!” I cheered as they joined the team for stretches. In a matter of five minutes, this had become one of the most interesting practice matches that we would participate in.

The teams finished their warm ups and the ref blew the whistle to wave the teams forward for their thanks. Tendou glanced to the sidelines then waved at me, clearly confident in his abilities. I knew what I was doing when he agreed to the bet, but now that we were about to start, my skin was beginning to prickle with my nerves. Aoba Johsai was one of the best, but in official matches, we’ve never beat Shiratorizawa. Practice games varied in who won, depending on who they put in for their starters. Thankfully, we managed to get serving rights and with that, Oikawa was handed the ball.

Service aces was one of his specialties and anyone who played volleyball knew the way to control a game was to score right off the bat. If Tooru could manage to strike through their defense with his serve, we could build momentum off the point. I leaned forward, eager to watch my best friend do what he was best at, then hummed along to the crowd’s chanting. Even if it was a mere practice match, our cheer section had shown up for support.

Oikawa smacked the ball and it propelled forward, landing in the center of their court, just in front of their libero. I grinned at the distaste on Shiratorizawa’s faces and cheered, changing Seijoh’s score to one. We could do this. We could win.

We didn’t win. The first set Seijoh managed to win twenty five to twenty three. The second and third set, however Tendou had clearly regained his focus, blocking almost anything that Iwaizumi and Makki spiked at him. We lost by two points both sets and I couldn’t help but feel the irritation that remained after a loss. Naturally, both teams agreed to go for a second match, deciding that it would benefit all members to gain some more in-game experiences.

I settled beside Oikawa and Iwaizumi as they dragged in deep breaths between drinking water then murmured, “I’m sorry you guys lost.” Our captain tipped his head against the wall and groaned, “I’m sorry that you lost your bet with the Guess Monster.” I glanced towards the redhead at the mention and froze when I realized that he was heading towards us. Oikawa snickered at my expression then turned to his boyfriend, asking, “Should we go? Leave these two to decide when princess needs to pay up?”

“Would you shut it?” I hissed, swatting at him. Tendou stopped in front of me, stepping between my thighs, then he crooned, “So little mouse, what’s your plans for the weekend? Anything good?” I gripped the front of his jersey and pulled him closer, his hand slapping the wall beside my head as I replied, “The only plans I have is sucking your cock until you’re brainless.”

Iwaizumi coughed at my boldness and Oikawa’s cheeks burned with his embarrassment then the middle blocker grinned, tilting his head to the side, as he replied, “Well, then I don’t suppose you would mind spending the weekend at my dorm?”

“Iwa-chan, I really feel like we shouldn’t be listening to this.” Oikawa admitted, beginning to stand up. Hajime nodded in agreement then joined the rest of the team, who quickly turned away from us. Tendou stretched a hand out to me, pulling me to my feet, and he stated, “Don’t feel pressured to. We don’t even have to go through with the bet.”

I snickered quietly and stepped closer to him, admitting, “If I don’t want to go through the bet, you’ll be the first to know. Honestly, I’m glad that you offered me to stay at your dorm because I really like you and instead of being normal, the hormones jumped out.”

He laughed at my admission and brushed my hair away from my face, chirping, “That’s alright, I like a girl who’s straightforward with what she wants. So, after practice, you wanna get some dinner? Before we go back to my dorm?” I smiled up at him then replied, “If you keep being so nice to me, your reputation with Seijoh as badass Guess Monster is going to be ruined.”

“Tendou, let’s go.” his coach called for the middle blocker. The redhead smirked down at me and traced my bottom lip with his thumb before he replied, “So worth it, if I get you as a girlfriend.” With that, he hurried across the gym to join his team. It was clear that it was time for the second match to begin.

Surprisingly, Seijoh managed to take both sets, winning the second match. The coaches considered doing a third match to break the tie, but after consideration, they decided to leave it at that. It was supposed to storm and no one enjoyed driving home during a thunderstorm, especially since Shiratorizawa’s students stayed on campus and they would have to walk back to their dorms.

I grabbed my bag and Tendou waited outside of the gym while I said goodbyes to my team. Iwaizumi, Oikawa, and I paused by the doorway then the ace turned to the redhead, warning, “If you even think about hurting her, I won’t hesitate to break your fingers.” The middle blocker merely grinned and wiggled his taped fingers in Hajime’s face then replied, “I don’t intend on hurting her… at least, not in the way you’re thinking.”

My face burned at the implication and Oikawa laughed, guiding his boyfriend away as he tossed over his shoulder, “Goodbye, princess! We’ll pick you up whenever you need us to!”

Tendou stretched an arm out and asked, “Can I carry your bag for you, little mouse?” I glanced down at my backpack then reached it to him, murmuring, “If you don’t mind.” He smiled and tossed my bag over his shoulder seemingly without an ounce of effort then I slid my hand into his, asking quietly, “So since we won a match and you won a match, does that mean that we both won the bet?” He held up his ID to allow the security guard to read then he stated, “She’s my guest for the weekend, friend of mine from out of town.”

The man nodded in understanding and pushed open the door, ushering us inside. The middle blocker glanced down at me as we entered the elevator, answering, “Well, I was sort of looking forward to making you come on my fingers, so if that’s what you’re up for, sure.” There was something underlying in Tendou’s tone, his eyes darkened at my question. He was as excited as I was.

His hand raised to my cheek and tipped my face upwards, crooning, “Why’re you shaking, little mouse? Scared? Or excited?” I bit my bottom lip at the question then slid closer, whispering, “If you keep putting your fingers so close to my mouth, I’m going to gag myself on them.” He groaned at my admission then the doors slid open, allowing us to step out. Tendou guided me to his room by my hand and murmured, “God, you’re something else, little mouse. Can’t wait to see if you can suck my cock as well as you did taking my fingers.”

I hummed then he unlocked his dorm, urging me inside. He set my bag beside the door and asked, “Would you like something to eat? I have leftover katsudon if you’d like that.” Giving a quick nod, we entered the small kitchen, Tendou warming up the rice and pork.

I settled against the counter and watched as he worked to make dinner for us then he flashed a lazy smile over his shoulder, cooing, “It’s hard to focus on what I’m going when you keep looking at me like you want to eat me. Or like you want me to eat you.”

“I’m sorry.” I squeaked, burying my face in my hands. He chuckled and backed me further into the counter, those narrowed eyes dragging down my figure, replying, “Don’t be. It’s hot. If you want to skip dinner and get to dessert, I’d be more than willing.” I gave a quiet laugh and answered, “As fun as that sounds, I’m starving and I’m sure that you need to eat. You worked really hard today.”

And the evidence was clear in the sweat that still clung to his hairline. I brushed my thumb against his cheek and slid away from him, grabbing bowls to dish the katsudon evenly. I slid him his bowl and he handed me chopsticks. We ate in silence then Tendou twisted a stray piece of hair around his taped fingers, murmuring, “I can’t wait to pull your hair and fuck that pretty mouth of yours.” I coughed as I finished the last bit of my dinner and glanced upwards, murmuring, “Oh my god.”

“Oops, probably should’ve waited until you finished your food. Sorry, little mouse.” the redhead cooed, dragging his fingers down the side of my face. I leaned forwards and turned my head slightly, enough to catch the tips of his fingers in my mouth. He groaned then I slid the digits deeper and sucked hard, the middle blocker cooing, “Little mouse really enjoys my fingers. Soon you’ll have something even bigger in that pretty mouth of yours. Do you want that?” I pulled backwards and moaned, “Want it so bad, Tendou. Please, lemme suck your cock.”

He stretched his clean hand out to me then led him to his room, stating, “You’re so fucking pretty. Are you ready to suck my cock, little mouse?”

I pushed him onto the bed, reveling in the way that his eyes darkened, and I asked, “Will you take off your shirt, please?” Tendou smirked down at me then pulled his jersey over his head. I sunk to my knees and my fingers tightening in the band of his shorts. I raised an eyebrow and he nodded, urging me on. Pulling the shorts and his underwear down, his cock was revealed and my mouth watered.

Most guys did not have a pretty dick. It was simply a fact of life. But Tendou somehow had been blessed with a dick worthy of being called pretty. A chuckle broke my thoughts and my head snapped upwards. He smirked down at me and said, “Well, thank you. Never been told that before.” My face flushed with color then I whimpered, “I can’t believe I just said that out loud.”

“Little mouse,” Tendou sang, tangling a hand in my hair, “What a beautiful little thing you are, so eager to suck on my cock.” I tilted my head upwards and murmured, “Would you… never mind, it’s stupid and gross.” He cupped my jaw and leaned downwards, cooing, “Come on, little mouse, you can tell me anything. Go on, tell me what you want.”

“I want you to spit in my mouth.” I rushed out, the words running together. His eyes widened at my request then narrowed as he murmured, “Ahh, little mouse has a nasty side. Of course I’ll spit in your mouth, now open wide.” My eyes fluttered shut at the agreement and opened my mouth, trembling in anticipation. I jumped as he spat in my mouth then moaned when he ordered, “Now suck my cock, little mouse, come on.”

Leaning forward, I slid the head of his dick into my mouth and sucked gently. Tendou’s head tilted backwards and I sunk lower, curling my tongue around the girth. He laughed quietly then pressed at the back of my head, urging, “Go on, little mouse, you can do better than that. What, do you want me to fuck your mouth instead?” I pulled off and kissed the tip, replying, “No, I’ll do better, I promise! Just, you have to give me a bit.” He smirked down at my insistence and laid backwards, replying, “Do as you please, little mouse. I’m patient.”

I smiled up at him then began to bob down his cock, eager to please. I sunk halfway down his member and gagged a bit, earning a moan from Tendou. Delighted by the sound, I sucked harder, eager to earn more. I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick and stroked upwards to meet my lips. I continued to sink lower, drool dribbling on my fingers, and traced the thick vein with my tongue. His fingers tightened in my hair then he pushed me further down and I choked around him, moaning.

He was unraveling beneath me and I smiled at the knowledge. His hips jerked upwards as my teeth accidentally skimmed the skin of his dick then he snarled, eyes flashing with something dark and so promising. Tendou smirked as I whimpered around him then he purred, “That’s it, little mouse. What a good little whore, sucking my cock that well. I think you could handle me fucking your mouth, if you’d open up just a bit more.”

My eyes fluttered closed and pulled off enough to plead, “I-I can take it. I just needed to get used to it a bit. Please, please fuck my mouth, Tendou!” His hand tightened in my hair and he pushed me back onto his cock, forcing me to choke. I struggled for a moment then relaxed, ready for him to fuck my throat. He laughed through his groan and snapped his hips upwards, relishing in the gagging sounds filling the room.

The middle blocker smirked down at me and cooed, “Oh you’re trying so hard to take all of my cock, little mouse. C’mon, choke on my dick, take it down. You gonna let me come down your throat too?” I moaned and nodded the best I could, increasing my speed. I twisted my hand at the base of his dick then sucked hard, eager for him to come in my mouth. Tendou gave a growl and kept his fingers tight in my hair, hips jerking as his orgasm shuddered through his body.

I pulled away and his fingers snapped around my jaw, forcing my lips apart. Come dribbled down my chin then I started to swallow, only for his fingers to plunge in my mouth. My eyes widened in surprise and Tendou ordered, “Swallow. Go on, little mouse, swallow around my fingers.” Whimpering at his instruction, I gulped down at the come in my mouth and opened my mouth to prove that I had done as I was told.

He helped me onto the bed after he settled against the headboard then urged, “Come sit on my lap, little mouse and I’ll fuck you with my fingers.” I unbuttoned my top and straddled his thighs. Tendou smiled up at me then wiggled his fingers in my face, asking, “Are you going to untape my hands, baby?”

Nodding eagerly, I unraveled the bandages and gripped his shoulders, rocking into his lap. The redhead smirked down at me then his hand slipped underneath my skirt and he murmured, “Oh someone already lost her panties. Wonder where those are lying around at.”

I smiled down at him then kissed the underside of his jaw, answering quietly, “They might be in my bag. But I don’t think that really matters right now, since it’s time for you to pay up on your end of our bet.” He hummed his acknowledgement and his fingers slid against my cunt, my eyes fluttering shut. Tendou chuckled in my ear then cooed, “Oh, you’re going to be so fucking beautiful when I make you beg for me to let you come on my fingers, little mouse.”

I moaned against his jaw then rocked against his fingers as I pleaded, “Fuck me, I need your fingers, please, Tendou.” The hand on my jaw tightened and he snapped, “Open your eyes and watch me. Come on, there’s only one way I’m touching your pretty little clit, little mouse, and that’s with you watching me.” I whined and jerked in his grasp, my eyes opening, then gasped, “Fine, they’re open, now finger me, Guess Monster.”

He slid a finger in and I pressed my forehead against his, panting. Tendou bit his bottom lip then pumped the digit faster. He suckled at my neck and underside of my jaw then I whimpered into his shoulder as he increased the speed, his palm slapping against my clit.

My hips jerked against his and I gripped his wrist, insisting, “Another, I want another!” He chuckled at my statement, another shoved beside the first, and snapped, “Greedy little mouse. You’re lucky that you’re so fucking pretty, otherwise I’d make you beg for it.”

“Make me beg for it, I don’t care, just fuck me with your fingers!” I snapped, squeezing his wrist. Red eyes widened at my sudden brazenness and he pulled his fingers out. I whined at the sudden emptiness then he slammed me onto my back, warning, “You should’ve just been a good little mouse and let me build up to this. But since you wanted to be a little brat, I guess I’m just going to have to put you in your place.” Tendou pressed an arm to my hips then fucked the two fingers back into me, a squelching sound echoing the motion.

He studied me for a moment and leaned down, tongue pressed against my clit. I cried out as he slurped at the wetness then he purred, “Oh you’re so fucking sweet, can’t wait to make you come on my tongue, little mouse.” My fingers tangled through his hair and my hips rocked upwards.

Tendou chuckled at my desperation and sucked hard on my clit, fingers twisting to find my G-spot. I squealed at the pleasure racing through my veins then squirmed in his grasp, pleading, “Tendou, Tendou, please! I need- oh god!”

“What was that, little mouse? I think me finger fucking you has turned you stupid. You wanna try that again?” he asked, pulling away a bit. I hated how unbothered the bastard sounded as he continued to finger me, dark eyes trained on my thighs. My legs began to tremble then Tendou smirked, lips wrapping around my clit before sucking hard, tongue flicking faster against the taunt bud. I sobbed as he shoved his fingers inside me and growled, tongue lapping at the slick pouring down his hand.

“That’s it, be my good little mouse, come in my mouth. Do it or you’re not going for the rest of the night. I fucking mean that, you dumb little slut.” Tendou snarled, the palm of his hand slapping against my clit. I clawed at his scalp and my head slammed into the pillows as I whimpered, “Coming, gonna come, be the best for you, Tendou.”

He smirked and cooed, “That’s right, come just for me, little mouse, just like that.” He crooked his fingers hard and my legs spasmed around his shoulders. He sucked my clit hard and teeth nipped the tender bud, drawing my orgasm out quicker than anyone had ever managed to.

I fell limp into the pillows, chest heaving as the pleasure began to clear from my mind, then Tendou kissed at my neck tenderly, murmuring, “Good little mouse, was so good for your Guess Monster. Are you still in there?” I peeked an eye open then muttered, “Still in here. Would you fuck me?” He jerked back to study my expression and pulled his fingers out gently, careful not to overstimulate me, before he replied, “Only if you think you’re absolutely up for it.”��

“Tendou, I’ve been wanting you to fuck me since last year and if you don’t dick me down at least three times this weekend, I’ll sue for hormonal trauma.” I threatened with no venom, curling into his lap. His clean hand wrapped around my hip then he pressed the slick fingers to my mouth, ordering, “Clean them, little mouse. We’re not done yet.” I smiled down at him, satisfied that I was getting my way, then did as he asked, suckling on his fingers.

Even without the tape, his fingers were delightful to suck on, the callouses scraping against my tongue. I sighed against the skin then I decided to try something I never considered before. I bit gently on the digits and his eyes darted towards me, a clear warning forming. His fingers began to explore my mouth, pressing against my tongue and slid on my teeth, then he yanked them out.

I whined quietly and gripped his other wrist, eager for more of his fingers stuffed in my mouth. As I pulled his hand closer, he curled his fingers into a fist and warned, “If you keep that up, I really will want to keep my fingers in your mouth all the time. I’ll have to have you over after any game, to fuck that pretty mouth of yours. Never seen anyone have this much of an oral fixation. I wonder who’s fingers you’ve had before, little mouse. Maybe that captain’s of yours?”

I shoved Tendou onto his back then snapped, “Even if I have sucked Oikawa’s fingers, it’s in the past. But for the record, I haven’t.” He smirked at my irritation and wrapped his hands around my hips, rocking into me, then teased, “Oh little mouse is just a slut for me? That’s fucking cute, baby.” I leaned down and kissed him, grinding against his cock. His tongue pressed into my mouth then sucked hard on my bottom lip, teeth nipping the sensitive skin.

“Tendou, will you fuck me, please?” I whimpered, jerking in his hold as his fingers slid against my pussy. He pushed against my shoulder and I fell onto the bed, eager for him to fuck me. Tendou searched in the top drawer then yanked out a couple of condoms, dumping the others on the bed. He ripped open the packet and rolled it down his length. He gave a tight squeeze around the base then asked, “Are you ready, little mouse? Ready for me to fuck that pretty pussy the way that you need?”

“Please, please, I am… I promise, I’m ready for you to fuck me!” He chuckled in my ear and slid his dick against my cunt, delighting in the slickness. He groaned then pressed the head to my entrance before he asked, “Are you sure? We don’t have to.” I gritted my teeth together and wrapped my legs around his waist, insisting, “You know, I always thought you’d be a sadist, what with your little song that you sing on the court and all.”

“Bold of you to assume that I’m just being cautious because I’m not prepared to show you the dark side of me.” Tendou replied, snapping his hips to bury himself in me. I gasped at the rush of pleasure and pain, gripping at his shoulders, then whimpered, “Oh that’s exactly how I imagined you.” A rough chuckle filled my ears and he murmured, “If that’s what you want, then fine, I’ll give it to you.” I smiled up at him, delighted that he was going to give me what I wanted, and he snapped his hips hard into mine, cock rubbing in places that I hadn’t been able to.

“Tendou, oh fuck!” I cried out, nails digging into his shoulder. His eyes gleamed and he bared his teeth, drawing out, “Look at the cute little mouse, already being a whiny little slut. If you can’t handle my cock now, what makes you think that you can handle me at my darkest?” I trembled in his grasp then whimpered, “Harder, give it to me harder… please!”

His hips drove into my own at my plea then he snarled, “You’re so tight for me, little mouse. And you sound so good too.” I moaned into his ear, clutching at his back and shoulder, and he pinched at my nipple, delighting as it hardened under his attention.

He moved closer, his thighs pressing my own further apart, then his free hand massaged at my inner thigh. I sighed under the ministrations and Tendou grinded against my clit before pulling out quickly. Whining at the sudden emptiness, I clung to his shoulders and gasped, “No! No,no,no,no, please!”

He chuckled at my protests and cooed, “Oh, you’re so desperate for me, little mouse, it’s pathetic. I kinda wanna shove my fingers in your mouth and gag you on them while I fuck your cunt. Would you be okay with that?” Tendou pushed just the head into my pussy and I clenched hard around it, desperate for more. He groaned at the tightness then murmured, “Answer me. Yes or no?”

“Yes, please, gag me with your fingers, stuff me with your fat cock, just do it, Guess Monster! For being so good at guessing, you suck at this right now.” I snapped, raising my hips to take more of his dick. His eyes gleamed at the obvious taunt then he snarled, “Fine, little mouse. You want my cock, I’ll give it to you until you’re drooling around my fingers and too stupid to count how many times I’ve made you come.” I moaned at the promise and encouraged, “Get to it then. Show me my favorite monster, huh?”

He slammed into me, my head disrupting the pillows at the top of the bed, then he replied, “Sex isn’t something you guess at, little mouse. You can read your partner’s body language all you want but consent is the most important part. If I don’t know what you really want, how are you supposed to have fun?” I groaned at the good point he made and the pleasure beginning to build in the pit of my stomach then whined, “Dammit, I hate that you have such strong logic! Fuck, your fingers, in my mouth, please!”

Tendou pushed two past my lips and his eyes fluttered half shut as he continued to drive his cock into me then I moaned against the skin. Never had I wanted something as bad as I wanted his fingers in my mouth. He pushed them further in to gag me and I whimpered as his free hand pushed between our hips, long fingers rubbing hard against my clit.

I jerked in his hold and he urged, “That’s it, little mouse, that’s exactly how I want you. Are you going to be my brainless little slut? Come when I tell you to, how I tell you to? Oh what a good little mouse, I’m so lucky.”

My lips fell open against his fingers but he continued to fuck my mouth, nearly in unison with how he drove into me. Drool split over the corner of my mouth as I whined against his fingers then he asked, “You gonna come, little mouse? Soak my cock so I can come too, won’t you?” He leaned down and teeth bit at my shoulder and collarbone as he pushed hard against my clit, clearly determined to make me come.

I shuddered hard and moaned, “Coming, Tendou, oh god!” That familiar smile stretched across his face then he cooed, “That’s it, little mouse, oh you’re so wet and tight.” I clawed at his back as my orgasm washed over me, my eyes slamming shut with the pleasure taking my senses. Tendou drove into me harder, chasing his own high, then groaned into the marks that he left, coming.

We curled into each other as we came to our senses then he asked, “Are you okay?” I hummed at the question and answered, “I don’t think I can feel my legs right now and my throat is sore. But honestly, I’ve never felt better.” Tendou laughed and rolled off of me, murmuring, “I was wondering… are you just wanting this to be a sex thing?”

I glanced over at him, cupping his jaw, then replied, “There’s no way in hell this is going to be just a sex thing. I’ve been crushing on you since my second year. I don’t think I have the restraint to just let it be a sex thing.” He laughed at my honesty and chirped, “That’s good. I’m glad I wasn’t the only one pining then.” He disappeared into the bathroom after throwing away his condom then offered, “You want some water while I’m up?” I called back a “Yes please” and relaxed into the mattress while waiting for the middle blocker to return.

He handed me a tall glass of cold water and began to wipe gently at my thighs and pussy to clean away the come then tossed it into a dirty basket. I curled into his side after finishing half of the water then he drank the rest, sighing into the empty glass. Tendou tugged his blanket over us and we relaxed into each other, sleep drawing us in, before he murmured, “Sleep tight, little mouse.”

Morning rolled in and by the time I woke up, Tendou was already in the kitchen making breakfast. I approached him from behind, wrapping my arms around his waist then pressed my cheek to his back . He hummed and rubbed at my thigh, murmuring, “Good morning, how’d you sleep?” I cuddled closer then muttered, “So good. Thank you.” He chuckled then continued to cook with me latched to his back then we glanced towards the small living room at a few soft knocks.

“Will you go see who’s at the door?” Tendou asked as he continued to fix our breakfast. I hummed and kissed him on the shoulder before making my way to the door. I opened it and immediately froze as I recognized the face behind it. Goshiki, Tendou’s kouhai, was in the doorway, with a backpack slung over his shoulder and confusion written across his face.

We stared at one another then Tendou joined us at the door, wrapping his arms around my waist as he leaned into me, before glancing towards our unexpected guest. I turned to him and answered, “It’s your kouhai, love.” He nodded his head briefly and chirped, “Goshiki, whatcha doing here?”

The first year glanced between us and it was clear that he was processing our relationship then he answered, “Uh, Tendou-senpai, you told me you were going to help me study my English today.” The redhead pursed his lips at the reminder and turned to face me, asking, “Do you mind if I help him study?” I smiled then shook my head, answering, “I can help if you want! It’s no big deal and I do want to spend more time with your team.”

“Aren’t you Seijoh’s manager? Why would you want to spend time with us?” Goshiki asked, tilting his head to the side. I turned to face the first year and answered, “Yeah, my team will always mean the most to me on the court, but since Tendou and I are going to try the whole dating thing, I want to get along with you guys.” The younger boy’s mouth fell open at the admission and I stated, “Anyway, Tendou made breakfast so why don’t you come in and get something to eat before we study?”

I slid my hand into Tendou’s and tugged him into the kitchen, eager for food. We quickly ate dinner and after clearing the table, we settled down, prepared to help Goshiki to the best of our abilities.

That was until Tendou began to spin the pencil he was holding in between his fingers. I bit my bottom lip, watching as he continued to explain some vocabulary to his kouhai. His eyes flickered up to me and he winked before returning to the problem at hand, like nothing had happened. My cheeks burned with the realization that he was doing this on purpose and a plan began to hatch.

I leaned closer then allowed my hand to run over his inner thigh. Tendou stiffened at the gentle touch as I continued to explain the meaning of the word and I smirked. This could work. His long fingers tapped on the table and I began to slide my hand further into his lap. Just how far could the Guess Monster hold his composure in front of his precious kouhai? Slowly, I raked my fingers against his erection, revelling in the quiet sigh he let slip, then I asked, “Does that make sense, Goshiki? I know how hard it can be.”

Tendou’s upper lip twitched with his impatience and the first year chirped, “It does! Thank you!” I began to move onto a new problem, squeezing at his cock, then the redhead jerked out of his seat as he rushed out, “Yes, well, now you know how to do it, why don’t you go back to your dorm and work on some vocabulary on your own, Goshiki?” We turned to face the middle blocker, confusion written across his kouhai’s expression, then he began to protest, “But Tendou-senpai, I really need-”

“Oh I believe in you, little ace, you can do it! Call me later if you need some help!” Tendou cut in, beginning to shove the vocabulary cards in the boy’s bag. I watched with raised eyebrows, somewhat surprised that he was practically tossing the underclassman out of his dorm with no real explanation. The redhead hustled the poor boy out of the door and waved briefly before shutting it in his face. I gave a small laugh then choked up as he faced me. The look on his face was astonishingly dark, eyes narrowed.

“What’s the matter, little mouse? You were so brave stroking my cock while you taught my little kouhai English. Where’s that boldness now?” he asked, caging me in against the table. I began to stutter out an answer, only for him to yank me into a kiss. I moaned into him, fingers tangling in his hair, then cooed, “You knew what you were doing when you spun that pencil, you monster.”

“Mm, I’m your monster now, little mouse.” he replied, that lazy grin stretched across his face. I returned his smile and chirped, “How lucky for me.” Who knew that losing a bet could bring on such wonderful consequences?

Unfortunately for Goshiki, however, he couldn’t look either of us in the face for the next two weeks, due to the fact that he had left his pencil pack on the kitchen table and had entered Tendou’s dorm in hopes of getting it back. Poor boy wasn't expecting to see his senpai eating me out on that same table.

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