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odetojupiter · 6 months ago

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so, we know that abuse and victim responses to abuse are very central to aftg, but what i find interesting is how other characters respond to the victim’s reactions, especially when it comes to mourning their abuser. there’s something about kevin mourning riko, aaron mourning tilda, neil mourning mary, andrew mourning cass, thats so important to me because it really truly highlights how even when people are united through similar traumas, the differences in their situations makes it impossible to fully understand the relationship a person has to their abuser. neil, aaron, and andrew are united through the abuse, neglect, or - what the fuck is the word i’m thinking of? permit? condone? i mean, knowingly allowing it to happen and not intervening - stemming from a maternal figure. but neil can’t understand why andrew would hold on to cass for so long - he refused to let her go until aaron came into the picture. and andrew can’t understand why aaron would mourn for tilda, potentially viewing aaron’s grief as a betrayal of their promise. and they all ridicule kevin for his reactions to riko. of course, neil and andrew are also abused by riko, but they still can’t understand the complicated relationship between kevin and riko because, at the end of the day, they just weren’t there.

i mean this is primarily an observation but i really love how trauma and trauma response is depicted as nuanced, complex and overall just difficult to understand from an outsider perspective in the books. it reads as really real, and though it can be frustrating when a character doesn’t understand a different character’s response, you have to understand that their perception of said character’s response is warped by their own experience of abuse.

andrew bounced from home to home, never had stability, so obviously he held tight on to the first mother-figure that didn’t outright hurt him. his self-worth was probably low enough that he thought living with drake was a fine price to pay to keep cass.

neil only ever had his mother, and he’d willingly accept her harsh hands because he believed she was just keeping him safe from the very real dangers that were closing in on them.

aaron was dealing with an addiction, and so was his mother; he was equally dependent on her to avoid withdrawal as he was scared of her anger.

i don’t really have a point anymore but you get what i’m saying

#or maybe this doesn’t make sense at all #idk i am struggling with words today #but genuinely i love how there’s no perfect ‘therapy friend’ in the series because it’s so unrealistic when someone is dealing with trauma #and somehow someone with a completely different upbringing understands them perfectly and always says exactly what the character needs #to hear #it’s something you see in fiction too much #the way these characters share certain experiences but aren’t 100% united in their responses to trauma #makes them feel so real #even if it means they say the wrong things sometimes #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #aaron minyard #i do indeed ramble on too much ik what ur thinking

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last-starry-sky · 1 month ago

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kinktober day 18 - can't sleep // sex toys

ghost x soap x f!reader (pt. 2 - pt. 1 is HERE)

[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 1.7k💀, established ghoap, DUBCON: touching, forced masturbation, sex toys, threesome-ish situation (not sure how to categorize this, ymmv), a bit of over-stimulation, implied forced poly relationship.]

tag list (lmk if you'd like to be added!): @slut-lmao, @mishaglass

The second you walked in the door the next day, you knew something was afoot. You opened the door to Johnny and Simon staring at each other in the middle of the living room. Clearly you had interrupted a conversation, because they both turned to you when you stepped in the door. You stared right back, putting away your keys and kicking off your office shoes, waiting for one of them to decide to speak.

“‘m sorry,” Johnny said, looking very uncomfortable and a bit flushed. He was clearly bothered by whatever he was apologizing for.

“Sorry about what?” you asked, ready for the other shoe to drop.

“I . . . ah- well, we,” he said looking over at Simon, standing there with his arms crossed, impassive as always. “We were trying to change that burnt out light in yer room and . . .” He rubbed at his arm, eyes wandering along the floor toward your room.

Your room without a door. Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline, eyes bugging out. Oh no.

“Simon gave me a boost up, but lost his grip. Dropped me,” he said turning his puppy eyes back on Simon.

“Wouldn’t ‘ve happened if you stopped fuckin’ squirming like I asked,” Simon responded flatly.

“He fell back into the door,” Johnny continued, ignoring him. “I fell on your bed and . . . “

You bolted over to your room. Your mouth fell open at the sight that greeted you. He must be more solid than you imagined, because your bed frame was absolutely shattered on one side. Wood splinters littered the floor around the impact of what you suspected was where Johnny had landed. If it was even possible, the door was obliterated even worse. Nothing was left except a strip of wood hanging off of the hinges.

Your bed, you thought, slightly panicking, and the door? What were you going to do? You didn’t have the money for this. You stood, silent in the doorway, until Johnny sat a heavy, soothing hand on your shoulder.

“We’ll buy y’ a new one, don’t worry, bird,” he said crowding your space as he massaged down your back from your shoulder. He was sweaty. While it made you want to slither out from under his arm at first, when the spicy, pungent, manly smell hit you you were suddenly weak in the knees. “And you can have our bed ‘til it gets here, ‘kay?”

“Okay,” you responded automatically, your voice as distant as the racing thoughts in your head. It only you would have been paying attention, then you would have seen the manic smile curling across Johnny’s face.

Johnny and Simon made a quick exit after that, leaving you with a flimsy excuse about dinner plans and a promise to be back late. Several minutes after the door slammed shut behind them, you managed to shake yourself back into reality.

You picked your way around the mess of wood shards across your bedroom floor and gathered a few supplies in order to spend the night lounging on the couch. It was nice to be alone for once. You took a long, leisurely shower, put on your most comfortable pj’s, and curled up with your computer. That distracted you until after the sun set. After the natural light dwindled away, the main room of the apartment was left hung with long, creepy shadows that faded into cold, silent blue as the night settled in.

After dozing off several times to a video following a scavenged girl-dinner of popcorn and crackers, you had to finally face the question of weather you would take the guys up on their offer, or just let yourself fall asleep on the couch. You rolled up in your blanket, trying to convince yourself you would be comfortable for a full video before giving in. You shut your computer, leaving it to charge safely on the table for the night before facing your fears and heading into their room.

Wrapped up in your blanket like a cloak, you hesitantly pushed open the door. You expected to see something, anything other than a normal (if large) bed and various pieces of plain furniture along the walls. You quickly checked for anything suspicious, like the blinking red light of a camera, scuttling across the floor and climbing gingerly into bed. You left the door cracked, just so they could see you were in here when they got back. The bed was comfortable with two noticeable divots worn into either side. As you rolled up in your blanket once more in the middle, you wondered which one was Johnny’s and which was Simon’s.

You tried to sleep. You honestly did. You would drift off for a moment, almost falling under, before you would shudder awake in a panic. Every time, you expected to wake up with them standing over you, watching you. You huffed, rolling onto your side and pulling your blanket up over your nose. Maybe if you just closed your eyes and relaxed-

There was noise in the hall, a pair of deep voices, one letting out a laugh that sounded very familiar. A second later, the sound of a key slotted into the door lock. The laugh traveled into the apartment as the door opened for a moment before it cut off. Your breathing slowed but your heart hammered in your chest. Shit. You planned to be asleep before they got home. One set of footsteps crept inside carefully. They walked the few steps around the living room, then to your room. The door closed, followed by a few steps to the cracked door of their room.

“Ghost,” you heard Johnny whisper, “In here.” You heard heavy steps join him. The door creaked open. “She actually-” he started to say, before Simon cut him off.

“‘s late,” he rumbled, voice fading as he walked away, possibly to take off his shoes and jacket. “Get in bed. Enough room for the three of us.”

You lay straight as a board as you listened to the two of them silently undress. Johnny was the first to crawl in bed next to you. Indeed, there was enough room, but he seemed to lay uncomfortably, staring at your back while both of you waited for Simon. The mattress creaked as he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling his legs up and settling in. Neither talked while they relaxed. You knew from listening through your wall nightly that this was not their usual routine. Still, Johnny quickly started to snore behind you, and you sighed in relief.

“Can’t sleep?” Simon said above you.

You opened your eyes and looked up the bed. He was laying stretched out along his side of the bed, arms behind his head. You nodded, not wanting to wake the other man beside you. Simon unfurled his arms, rolling next to you and pulling off your blanket. You shivered as your shell of warmth was taken away.

“Use to happen t’ me too,” he continued, large fingers brushing your exposed thigh. This was the most he had spoken to you the whole time you had lived here and he was making a pass at you? He picked up your hand, breaking away the clutch you had on your blanket to press your fingers to your pussy over your soft sleep-shorts. Your mouth fell open in a gasp. “This’ll help,” he said releasing your hand. When you didn’t move he urged you on. “Go on, lovie. Know you need it.”

Hand shaking under his watch and not really understanding why you were obeying him, your fingers moved over your shorts. You eventually found your clit under the fabric enough to spread a tingle through your sex. The motion of your hand shook the bed the tiniest bit. It made Simon hum in satisfaction.

“There y’ go,” he mumbled, relaxing back.

You tried to build your pleasure, chasing it as best you could with the set up you were given until your hand cramped. You whined, pulling your hand away to flex it with your other. You were about to find Simon to apologize, to tell him you had tried your best, when his hand gripped your thigh again.

“Needs help, Soap,” Simon told the man behind you.

Another shiver of panic racked your body as you felt the bed shift and a drawer open. Things shifted around, and a second later, Johnny was rolling back at your side. His breath sighed hot down your face and chest as he pressed something soft to your pulsing, covered clit. A click of a button removed the last shred of mystery as it started to vibrate against you, quiet buzzing filling the room.

Your mouth fell open, gasping a pitiful oh as Johnny . . . Soap, whatever he went by, worked the vibe in circles over your clit. Simon didn’t just lay there either. His large hands pushed your legs open for Johnny, holding one as he smoothed up and down over your skin.

“Yeah,” Johnny sighed. “Like that? Need it like that?”

You whined a yes in response, hands falling over your eyes. The intense vibrations of the wand worked you to your high incredibly fast. You were already shaking, core clenching and leaking, and then Simon pushed your shorts to the side.

“Let ‘er finish good,” Simon commanded.

Soap didn’t question him. He slid the vibrating head up through your slick, swirling around your exposed clit, playing with you. When your hips tried to follow his motions, he chuckled and gingerly started to travel up and down your clit, gently circling your bean. That punched a gasp from you. You clenched against nothing, vagina pulling tighter and tighter in pleasure until the vibe pressed just fractionally harder against you.

Then you were gone, shaking and gasping as your clit pulsed under the unforgiving vibe. Simon pet at your head, wiping away sweat and mumbling as you thrashed in his arms. Your leg kicked away Johnny as he started to overstimulate you, finally making him remove the toy and turn it off. He wrapped his arms around you, uncaring that he crushed your exhausted form with his body. He hummed as he settled in next to you.

“Sorry it took so long, Birdie,” he sighed in your ear, hands running up your expanding ribs as you raced to catch your breath. “Had to make sure you’d be good f’ us.”

#mw2 #ghost/soap/reader #ghost x soap x reader #kinktober 2024 #starry writes #cod fanfic #cod mw2 #call of duty #once again: i wanted to do more/slightly different things with this but!!! it's done #and we don't let perfect be the enemy of good on this blog #day after tags edit: jsyk soap and simon indeed broke your bed AND door just to get you into theirs #absolute goblin men fr 💀

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