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#every time I see the phrase “it’s only 3 years!!” I get annoyed

ohbo-ohno · 7 months

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8.4k of ghost brainwashing soap into being his puppy without him knowing. it’s a little messy and all over the place <3

cw: explicit sex, heavy puppy play, rough and kinda mean ghost, veryyyy light dub-con (johnny is sorta coerced but he’s a willing participant), slight feminization (afab language used to refer to amab biology), super brief cbt

Ghost sees Soap in that little throat mic and just knows - that man is meant to be on all fours.

It's little things at first - he sees the way Soap is always looking for praise, the way he lights up a little at just a hint of it. A hand clasped on the shoulder, a "Good work, Sergeant" and he's beaming for the next hour.

Likewise, the lack of praise affects him the same way. He does particularly well and Ghost deprives him of what he thinks he's earned? He gets all clingy and pouty. He sticks to Ghost's shadow, leans into his space a little, tries constantly to impress him for the rest of the day. The way Johnny’s eyes flick over to Ghost every time he does something he thinks is worth praise is as cute as it is annoying.

The thing with Soap is that he wants to listen past a military point. Like yes he’s been in the military for nearly a decade by the time he meets Ghost so of course it’s sort of beaten into him that he listens to his superiors, but Soap has an innate desire to obey that Ghost just cannot ignore. And his little crush means he's looking to obey Ghost, specifically.

It's easy to make himself the center of Soap's world.

He passes him in the kitchen one morning, squeezes his front a little close to Soap’s back and says “Make me a tea, Johnny” as the smaller man pours his own coffee. He’s careful not to phrase it as a question, to walk away before Johnny can respond. A few minutes later, a steaming cup is set on the table in front of him. Johnny slips into a chair beside him and Ghost raises an eyebrow beneath the balaclava. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Johnny shoots him a look that’s almost nervous, quickly covers it with his usual bravado. “What, you mind a little company over your tea?”

“Yes. Shoo.” He turns away and lifts his mask just enough to drink. A clear dismal. He hears Johnny scoff, pout a little bit, but he disappears a moment later, shoulders a bit slumped as he shuffles over to Gaz’s table.

The next morning, there’s a cup of tea waiting next to Johnny as he pours his own coffee. Ghost smirks beneath the mask, gives an approving nod when he sees the hopeful look in Johnny’s eyes, and sits down for breakfast.

He starts to touch Soap more, when he’s been a good boy.

A “Good work out there, Sergeant” is said with a hand around the nape of the neck instead of on the shoulder. He squeezes Johnny’s thigh when he drops his morning tea off at his table, quick and perfunctory and not allowing any room for questioning. He’ll see Johnny working particularly hard in the gym and place a heavy hand on his head, running his fingers all the way through his mohawk and smoothing it down before moving on. A hand on the waist to move Johnny out of his way, a hand on the knee when he bounces his foot, the line of Simon’s body pressed against Johnny’s in meetings, all done to get his pup used to being touched by him in a way no one else has been in decades.

He makes sure they spend time alone. Johnny works out late at night, so Simon starts to too. Makes sure they’re the only ones in the gym, and usually goads Johnny into sparring so he can spend an hour or two forcing him to the ground over and over again. Follows him into the shower and uses the stall right next to Johnny, rolls his eyes at Johnny’s light complaining and smirks at his blush, the way he tries to discreetly wash his cock even though he’s been taking group showers for years now.

There’s a day he calls Johnny over to his table at dinner. A quick, “MacTavish, here,” gets Johnny’s head jerking up along with several other people in the room, has him nearly stumbling over his feet to reach Simon’s side.

“Yeah, L.t.?”

“Sit.” Johnny obeys, dropping into the seat next to Simon as soon as the command is past his lips. “Here,” he holds out an apple. “Grabbed one without thinkin’. I don’t like ‘em, but you do. Eat it.”

Johnny glances from the fruit to Simon a couple times, so he rolls his eyes and holds it a little further. “Come on, Johnny, haven’t got all day.”

Johnny finally grabs the apple with a growing smile and says, “I knew you had a heart, Simon. Thanks.” He’s smart enough to stay next to Ghost for the rest of dinner, munching away on the apple and occasionally prattling on about something or other, none of it requiring much response from Ghost.

Simon does the same thing the next evening, and the next, and on the fourth day Johnny trots over as soon as Simon looks his way. Ghost grins beneath the mask and ruffles his hair when he sits, keeps a heavy hand on the back of Johnny’s neck for a bit as a reward.

At night he jacks off to his fantasies of the future. He stares at the dog cage in the corner of his room, spits into the palm of his hand, and strokes his cock from root to tip.

He pictures Johnny on his knees, yipping and barking and begging Simon to let him suck his cock. He pictures Johnny with a collar around his neck, a leash attached and wrapped around Simon’s hand - he jerks it harshly, watches as Johnny falls face first to the ground and fucks his ass where it’s up in the air so nicely. He pictures locking Johnny’s hands into a pair of paw mitts, tells him he can go ahead and come if he wants, moans aloud at the mental image of Johnny rutting into his paws and crying because he can’t get himself off. Securing a muzzle around his face when he’s too loud, threatening him with a bark collar and watching the way Johnny’s eyes roll back in his head. Crate training his new puppy, long nights spent ignoring the whining and growling in the corner of his room, jacking off and hearing the whines pitch up an octave higher from desperation. Pouring kibble into a bowl, jacking off over it, and watching Johnny eat it up eagerly and lick the bowl for any extra taste of his master’s cum.

Johnny and Ghost’s rooms share a wall. Sometimes, late at night, Johnny gets loud. Simon can hear him moaning and whining through the wall, nothing much more than indistinct noises but they’re noises that get him hard as steel. He hears the slutty moans for hours sometimes, thinks to himself that he’ll have to end up using the muzzle far sooner than he’d thought with such a noisy pup.

His need for Johnny grows daily, with every subtle show of submission he can squeeze from his Sergeant.

There’s a mission where Johnny gets a little uppity. Gaz and Price are on the East side of a compound they’re meant to be infiltrating, while Ghost and Soap have been assigned to the West. Ghost’s plan is to wait for the civilians (suspected terrorists, but their involvement is unconfirmed, so they aren’t KOS) to leave before sneaking in and taking the intel, but Soap had made some stupid bet with Garrick about which team could finish faster and wanted to kill the suspects right then, take the info, and get out.

It’s a low pressure mission - the odds of them dying are never zero, but they’re usually lowest on a simple recon mission like this. The safety gives Johnny a little more confidence (if that’s even possible) and has him pushing against Simon’s orders. He’s hyped up, bouncing on his toes and grumbling about Ghost’s commands when he thinks Ghost is far enough away not to hear.

The last straw is when he draws his knife, moving to storm into the computer lab and slaughter the few potential terrorists there explicitly against orders. Ghost nearly growls, grabs Johnny by his neck and slams him into the wall.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He rumbles, pointer finger slipping beneath the throat mic - the fucking collar - and pulling Johnny up by it.

“Let’s just get this done, L.t.,” Johnny growls in return, his little teeth bared as he glares up at Simon. “I want to get the fuck out of here.”

Ghost nearly smirks at his little attempt at dominance. “You follow orders, MacTavish. I tell you to do something, you do it.”

Johnny rolls his eyes, grumbles a little. “I know, I know, I should listen to my Lieutenant, yeah?”

“No,” Ghost’s hand forces Johnny back to the wall when he tries to stand straight, fingers flexing on either side of his throat. “You listen to me.”

His hand creeps up from Johnny’s neck to his jaw, fingers pressing into the hinges on either side until Johnny’s mouth drops open. A second later, his tongue rolls out to rest on his bottom lip. He gives a little whine, eyebrows furrowed, and Ghost just says, “Hush.”

He takes a minute to appreciate the sight, letting his weight rest on Johnny, his cock thickening against his boy’s stomach. He tracks a little droplet of spit as it travels down Johnny’s tongue.

“Now,” he starts, giving Johnny’s head a tiny shake when he sees the glaze starting to lay over his eyes. “Are you gonna be good and listen? Or are you gonna make me put you in your place?”

Johnny tries to close his mouth to speak but Ghost just shakes his head, tsks, and Johnny mimics the movement a moment later. “You’ll be good?” He confirms, and Johnny nods. Ghost smiles beneath the mask. “Attaboy,” he praises with a quick pat to Johnny’s cheek, stepping back and letting the pup compose himself.

“They should be gone by now. You ready to go in, Sergeant?”

It takes him a moment to stand, a little pink flush high on his cheekbones, but Johnny gets his feet under him and nods. “Yes, sir.”

Ghost has to bite his lip to stop his moan. He feels his restraint slip, stays a step behind Johnny to compose himself.

They go on like that for months, Ghost slowly creeping past the few boundaries Johnny has set up and pulling the man deeper and deeper into his orbit. He starts to see Johnny looking up every time someone enters a room, suppresses a smirk when he visibly brightens at Simon’s presence.

He gets him used to being touched, to a controlling hand on his neck, his shoulder, his wrist, his thigh,a tug on his earlobe when he’s being a brat, the rare flick to the tip of his nose or between his eyes. He takes note of the way Johnny stiffens when Ghost is near, the way he relaxes completely when he finally feels his touch.

He keeps Johnny a little unsure of his feelings, sometimes even letting him feel his erection when they spar - or letting him see it when they shower - but never taking anything in a sexual direction or even implying he’d like to.

Post mission, Simon has a concussion. Johnny’s been assigned to keeping him awake, and the brat takes the job seriously, prattling on endlessly about subjects that Ghost couldn’t care less about. The pounding in his head makes him murderous.

At one point he can’t take it anymore, he slaps a hand over Johnny’s mouth where the man sits next to him (Johnny leaned against the armrest, Simon sitting in the center of the couch and spreading his thighs enough to touch Johnny’s and make him shrink away just a bit). He glares at the younger man, bites out “Just shut up. Stop fuckin’ barking, MacTavish.”

Johnny’s eyes narrow, and a moment later his tongue licks across Ghost’s palm. He only curls his lip in response, tucks two fingers into Johnny’s mouth as payback. He pushes just far enough to trigger his gag reflex, then pulls back a few centimeters. When Johnny tries to start talking around the digits, Simon stuffs a third between his teeth. There’s a moment when Simon thinks Johnny will fight back, will grab his wrist and shove it away from him. But he doesn’t. He sits there like a good boy, goes all relaxed after a moment and forces Simon’s hand to follow his head when he leans back a bit.

They sit like that for a few hours. Eventually Johnny’s teeth start chewing lightly at Simon’s fingers. He doesn’t mind, the motion helps him stay awake.

They pull apart in the early hours of the day, when soldiers around base start waking up. Simon pulls his fingers out with a rumbled, “Good boy,” and neither of them say another word about it.

It doesn’t become a regular occurrence, per se, but Simon takes the opportunities available to him to start on Johnny’s throat training.

They’re the only two in the canteen after a stressful debrief, and Simon catches Johnny staring at his fingers. He asks, “You want them?” and gets a little shocked look from Johnny. He scoffs lightly, lifts his hand and poises two fingers right in front of Johnny’s lips. “Go ahead.” They sit like that until Simon finishes his meal, and walk to their rooms together.

Another time Johnny is overhyped from a good workout. A long day of training rookies ending with loss after loss on the sparring mat with Ghost leaves his body near vibrating with energy. Simon corners him after his shower when he sees Johnny start scratching at his arms. Pushes against his shoulder, gets him pinned against the wall, the only things between the two of them the matching towels wrapped around their waists. Ghost doesn’t explain, just shoves a few fingers in Johnny’s mouth and gives him a stern look when he reaches for his wrist. Johnny gives in a moment later, and they spend nearly half an hour just like that. Johnny’s calmer when they seperate, that volatile energy just beneath his skin soothed for a bit.

His breaking point comes after a rough mission. Price had taken a knife to the thigh, Kyle’s arm was strained enough that he needed a sling, Ghost had nasty bruises across his ribs, but Soap had managed to escape the mission completely unscathed - a fact that left him restless and angry.

He paces endlessly when they get back to base, back and forth and back and forth and back and forth in the abandoned common area of the 141’s wing. Ghost tracks him from his spot in Price’s recliner, notes the tension in Soap’s shoulders and the twitches in his fingers.

When Soap starts scratching at his hair, hand running over his scalp endlessly and leaving light red lines in his wake, Simon sighs and decides he needs to step in.

“C’mere, Johnny.”

His Sergent jerks up at Ghost’s voice, almost like he had forgotten he wasn’t alone. He’s moving just a heartbeat later though, steps right up between Ghost’s thighs and trains his eyes on the chair over his shoulder. Simon leans forward, bites back a groan at the ache in his ribs, and uses a finger to push Johnny’s chin up.

“Eyes on me, pup.” He examines his boy closely, takes a few long moments to try and read his thoughts through his eyes. “Need me to help you relax?”

Johnny’s brows furrow for a moment before he speaks. “I-” he tries, but stops and jerks his head to the side a bit. “I- yes. Yes, sir. I don’t know… I can’t fuckin’... I-”

“I know,” Simon reassures, running a thumb over Johnny’s bottom lip. “I know. I can help you. Go ahead and kneel for me, Johnny.”

And he does. Perfect boy that he is, he drops right to the floor between Simon’s knees without hesitation. He can’t help but smile at the sight of a stressed Johnny right where he’s meant to be, relaxing back into the leather with a grunt.

“Now. You want somethin’ in your mouth? Somethin’ to suck on for a bit?”

Johnny nods, relief palabale in his expression, and reaches a hand towards Simon’s wrist. “Uh uh,” he scolds, moving both hands from his thighs to the arms of the chair. “I want to keep my fingers tonight. Might have a smoke in a bit, read the paper. Can’t do that with you slobberin’ on ‘em.”

Johnny gets that confused look on his face again. “What else then?” He asks, a hint of frustration bleeding through.

Simon doesn’t give him the stern hand he’s subconsciously looking for, just tilts his head a little and telegraphs his expectance with his eyes.

“Nothin’?” Johnny spits, lip curling a little in his own anger.

“You can figure it out, pup. Don’t think too hard.”

Johnny huffs, falling back to sit on his ankles and scan Ghost’s form. His eyes stop right below his belt, before jerking up to his eyes again and tilting his head a bit. “Well?” Simon asks.

“Your…” Johnny swallows, then continues. “Your cock, sir?”

Simon just tilts his head a little more. “What about it?”

Johnny huffs. “Can I suck your cock, sir?”

He smirks beneath the mask. “Try again. Ask nicely.”

A little whine spills from Johnny’s lips, his hands moving to rest on Simon’s thighs. “Fuck. Please, can I suck your cock, sir?”

Simon lets his head fall back to the seat. “Sure. If you really need to, puppy.”

He’s hardly gotten the permission out when Johnny starts pulling his belt off, his cock in his mouth a moment later. Johnny groans when he sinks down, taking his full shaft in one go.

Simon jerks a little with a curse. “Fuck, Johnny. Where the hell did you learn to do that?”

Johnny winks up at him, a little upturn at the corner of his lips. Brat.

“Fuckin’ slag,” Simon sneers, one hand locking in Johnny’s hair and holding him down so his nose is buried in Ghost’s happy trail, ignores his muffled gagging. “Shoulda known you’d be so experienced. Sucked every cock on base, soldier?”

Johnny whines a little at that, tries to shake his head but Simon’s grip prevents it.

“Quiet,” he growls, pushing Johnny deeper for just a moment before letting up. “You wanted somethin’ to suck on, so suck.”

And he does. They sit like that for a while - Simon smoking a cigarette while receiving the slowest, most torturous blowjob he’s ever had. Johnny’s sucking lessens as he realizes Ghost won’t let him move his head, and as the minutes pass he moves on to truly cockwarming him. Just a soft wet heat around Simon’s dick. His eyes glaze over a bit, go half-lidded as Ghost’s fingers shift to stroke his hair.

And then Johnny fucking bites him.

Simon’s got him thrown off his dick as soon as his teeth press down, his own teeth bared in a snarl. He opens his mouth, ready to put Johnny firmly back in his place, when he sees the confusion on his pup’s face.

He’s fallen back on his ass, and his eyes are still only half open. He looks up at Ghost like he hasn’t got a single clue what’s going on, like he’d do anything Ghost says in that moment because he can’t quite think for himself. And he sticks the tip of his tongue beneath his little fangs, starts gnawing a bit.

Ghost sighs as he falls back into his chair, hand coming up to pinch his nose. “Johnny,” he rumbles. “You dumb fuckin’ mutt. I said somethin’ to suck not somethin’ to chew.”

Johnny doesn’t respond - Simon isn’t sure he could respond, even with clarity slowly coming back to his eyes - but he does move back between Simon’s legs, hands tucked onto his own knees as he rests his cheek on Simon’s thigh. He sighs, reaching forward to rub Johnny’s ear as he considers what to do next.

“Pup,” he hums, giving the ear between his fingers a harsh tug to try and get his attention. “That was very bad. What do you say when you’ve been bad?”

The glaze over his eyes disappears more and more, but genuine confusion still seeps into his expression.”What?”

Ghost sighs, like he’s going through some horrible inconvenience. “C’mon, puppy. Use your little brain for just a second. What do you do when you’ve been bad?”

Johnny leans back a bit, hands coming up to push at Ghost’s shins. “Lieutenant, what-”

Simon cuts him by yanking his head back by the roots of his hair, leaning over until his face hovers right above Johnny’s despite the pain in his ribs. “It’s a simple fucking question, Johnny. What do you say when you’ve been bad?”

There’s a spark of panic underneath the confusion, but Ghost only leans closer. “I- I don’t-”

Simon blows a sharp breath through his nose, uses his free hand to give Johnny a harsh little smack on his cheek. “C’mon. You can go dumb on my cock again in a minute, but answer me first.”

“I-I’m sorry,” he finally gets out, looking up with a wounded expression on his face like he’s been done all kinds of wrong.

“Good. What are you sorry for?’

“For…” Johnny’s eyebrows furrow, and Simon gives him the time he needs to piece things together. “For biting you.” A sharp look from Ghost, a lifted hand, and he’s quickly correcting himself. “I’m sorry for biting your cock. Sir.”

Simon finally leans back in his seat, moves Johnny’s head forward with him. “There you go. Shouldn’t’ve been so hard to figure out, but we can work on that. Now - why don’t you apologize properly.”

Offense colors Johnny’s expression, lips opening to protest, but Simon just tugs him right up to his spit-slick erection. “C’mon,” he instructs. “Kiss it better, pup.”

Johnny winces a bit, but dutifully opens his mouth wider and leans to take Simon’s cock between his lips.

“Nuh-uh,” Ghost scolds, pulling Johnny to the side of his member instead. “I don’t trust those teeth of yours right now. Kiss it right.”

He winces more, but purses his lips and presses them to Simon’s skin while casting a weary glance up to the bigger man.

Ghost shakes his head again, grip tightening a bit in Johnny’s hair. “Nope. Kiss it like a proper puppy, go on.”

It takes a second for Johnny to understand, then to come to terms with what Ghost is asking. He squirms a little on his knees, tries to pull away from Simon’s grip for a second, but eventually he sticks his tongue out and licks the side of his cock.

“There you go,” Simon praises, loosening his grip and petting Johnny’s head in reward. “Good boy. Go ahead and show me how sorry you are, maybe I’ll let you have a few of my fingers if I think you’ve earned them.”

He makes Johnny apologize for ten minutes, watches the clock on the wall when he can stand to tear his eyes away from Johnny’s display. It doesn’t take him long to get into it, licks and kisses becoming more and more enthusiastic, even slipping down to lick at Ghost’s balls. It’s quite the apology.

“Alright,” he eventually groans, guiding Johnny’s lips to the head of his cock. “Go ahead and suck me off. Let’s see if you can earn a reward.”

He gets Simon off in record time. That same glaze covers his eyes again but the lethargy doesn’t return - instead, Johnny bobs his head rapidly, taking Simon all the way to the hilt nearly every time and massaging the underside of his cock with his tongue. He doesn’t bite again, but the intentional little scrapes of his teeth have Ghost fighting not to buck his hips. He’s clearly enjoying himself too, because his little moans and groans send vibrations down Simon’s cock that leave him curling his hands into fists against the armrests.

Ghost guides his head for his last few thrusts, holds Johnny down on his cock and comes right down his throat. He moans a little louder than is probably wise considering they’re in a public space, but watching Johnny’s eyes flutter shut at the sound is worth the slight risk.

Simon lets him pull off in his own time. Johnny takes a few seconds, swallows on his way back up, but he sits back on his heels a few moments after Simon’s finished.

There’s a heavy moment where the only sound is both of them panting. Ghost holds his fingertips in front of Johnny’s lips as an invitation, flicks his eyes down when they aren’t soaked immediately.

Johnny’s restless on his knees, shifting back and forth a little nervously and staring at the center of Simon’s chest.

“What is it?” Ghost finally asks, when the silence stretches long enough for it become clear that Johnny won’t be speaking first.

His eyes dart up to make eye contact, then down to his chest again. “Sir… I want… can I get off too? Please?”

Ghost nearly moans louder than he had when coming.

“Good boy for asking, Johnny,” he praises, petting the pup a few times and cooing at the way Johnny leans into his hand. “You need permission to come from now on, yeah? Here,” he moves his still-booted foot between Johnny’s spread knees, lifts his heel to push into his crotch a bit, smiles at the sharp jerk and whine it elicits. “Grind on this puppy. Take as long as you need.”

Johnny’s pupils are fully blown when he looks up at Ghost, the saddest little crease in his forehead and pout on his lips. Simon’s glad he’s got the mask, so Johnny can’t see the way he beams. “C’mon,” two taps of his steel-toes on the ground. “Thought you wanted to get off? I’m not stayin’ here all night, pup.”

That gets Johnny jolting forward, one hand curling up behind Simon’s knee to anchor himself and the other resting on the chair between his thighs. He thrusts tentatively a few times, eyes squeezed shut and forehead pressed deep into Simon’s knee. Doesn’t even think of wrapping a hand around his own cock.

Ghost lets him hide for a bit, but once Johnny’s hips start really working, once he starts letting out little moans and his hands start twitching, he grips Johnny’s chin and rests it on his knee, so he’s looking up at Ghost and his scrunched up face is easy to see.

“Hmm,” Simon hums, running a hand over Johnny’s head and scratching a bit behind his ears. “There you go. Good boy, Johnny, humpin’ my boot. So good for me.”

He gets off quicker than Simon expects, only a few more thrusts and Johnny’s hips jerk to a stop, a moan falling from parted lips.

They both stay like that for a bit. Ghost, relaxed back in Price’s chair with a hand on Johnny’s head, and Soap, knelt between his Lieutenant’s knees and leaning most of his weight on his calf. Eventually Simon pulls them both up, guides a drowsy Johnny to his room, sends him off to bed with an affectionate squeeze to his neck and a final, “Good boy.”

Johnny avoids him for a few days. He still makes Ghost’s tea in the morning, but instead of lighting up when Ghost enters a room he’s quick to leave it, standing across the room from him during briefings. His sudden aversion and nerves pisses Simon off a bit, but he tells himself to just be patient, to let Johnny work through his thoughts on his own time. Or at least for another day or two.

It takes three days for Johnny to break. It’s that third night that he knocks on Ghost’s door, the halls already empty and silent.

He looks disheveled, hair completely askew and his worn t-shirt and pajama pants both sitting awkwardly on his frame. He’s got this stressed look in his eyes, pin-sized pupils, and a harshness to his breathing. Simon doesn’t have to do more than raise an eyebrow - no mask this late at night - for him to start begging.

“You fuckin’… you said I had to ask.”

Ghost plays at confusion. Cocks his head to the side a bit. “Ask for what, Johnny?”

Johnny snarls, hands fisted where they rest on the doorway. “To fucking… fo fucking come. You said I had to ask, and now I can’t- I can’t fuckin’ get off, L.t.”

He looks so desperate, the poor thing - cheeks ruddy, eyes a little teary and red, the harsh line of cock clear as day in those flannel pants. He looks a bit like he’s coming apart at the seams, so Ghost has mercy and finally steps aside to let him in, locking the door behind them.

“You need permission.” Ghost leans back on the wall, crossing his arms across his chest and one ankle over the other.

“Yeah,” Johnny scoffs with a little half-laugh. “My bloody cock seems to think so.”

“No. You need permission, because your pleasure is mine. Because you are mine.”

“My pleasure is- what?” Johnny’s forehead creases and his lips curl. “What the fuck are you on about? I don’t fuckin’-“

“Then how come you can’t get off?”

“Because- it’s- och, awa’ an bile yer heid, I can get off just fine on my own any other day, don’t need permission- “ he sneers at the word “- from any bastard. ‘Specially not you.”

Cute. Puppy’s throwing a little tantrum.

Ghost just raises an eyebrow, glances down at the tent in Johnny’s pants. “Go ahead then.”

Soap’s head tears back a bit. “What - get off? Here?”

“Do you need it in Spanish?”

Johnny just scowls, glances away from Simon and pushes his pants down just enough that the waistband hooks under his balls - it’s a testament to his own desperation that he hardly even thinks about Ghost’s order. His cock bounces straight up to his stomach, a dark red that’s nearly purple.

“That looks like it hurts, Johnny.”

“Cause it fuckin’ does,” Johnny snarls, wrapping a harsh hand around his noticeably slick cock. His strokes are tentative at first, but quickly become fast and almost careless.

Ghost watches with a careful eye. Johnny’s got no finesse when locked in his own need like this, doesn’t bother to tighten his fist at all or even twist his wrist on the downstroke. Just holds his fingers together and fucks the little hole.

Notably, he doesn’t finish. Keeps glancing up every time he seems to get close, and it’s like the sight of Ghost brings him back from the edge, stuck unintentionally edging himself again and again. It makes him feral, makes him whiney and a little teary, and Ghost wants to swallow him whole.

After a few minutes Johnny rips his hand away from his cock with what seems like a Herculean effort, smacking his palm against his thigh. “See? I can’t fuckin’…”

“Come,” Ghost finishes. “It’s because you don’t have permission. That stupid little puppy brain of yours knows that, even if you want to pretend you don’t.”

“Then-“ a little animal noise of desperation, and Johnny gives himself a fast and hard stroke before throwing his hand off again. “Then gimme permission.”

Ghost tilts his head back, shows off the long line of his throat. “Why should I? You haven’t been very polite tonight, puppy. Most I’d give you is my leg to hump, but with your attitude I’m not sure you even deserve that.”

Johnny stumbles forward a bit, falls to his knees a step away from Ghost. “No, no, L.t., please, I’ll take anythin’. Need to come so fuckin’ bad.”

Ghost just shakes his head with a sigh. “That’s not my problem. I’m still not seeing anything in this for me.”

A high keen slides from Johnny’s throat, one that lights his face up red and makes him avert his eyes until he works his courage back up. “I’ll… I’ll suck your cock?”

The scowl on Ghost’s face isn’t manufactured. “That’s something you ask for, Johnny. Suckin’ my cock is a prívelege for bitches like you. You askin’ for that?”

Johnny scooches forward on his knees, balls hanging low and heavy beneath his thick cock. “Ok, ok, fine - please, please let me suck your cock, sir.”

Ghost tuts and shakes his head slowly, but sets his feet at shoulder width and stands from the wall. “No, Johnny. You get to beg like a dog. Y’know why?”

Little tears bead at the corner of his eyes, but Johnny only shakes his head a little in response. Ghost bends down, locks a hand around his boy’s throat and keeps his face directly above him. “Tell me why, Johnny.”

“L.t….”

“Don’t whine. Tell me why you’re gonna beg like a dog for me.”

Johnny stares up at Simon like he’s destroying his whole world and rebuilding it at the same time, like there’s nothing that exists outside of them in this moment.

“Cause… cause I’m a dog?”

“That’s right,” Ghost purrs, stroking his hand up and down the column of his boy’s throat. “You’re my dog. So go on. Beg like a good boy and I might let you have a taste of my cock.”

Johnny’s eyes squeeze tight for a moment when Simon stands back up. He takes a minute, then opens them and flicks his gaze from Ghost’s cock to his face.

He lifts his hands, folds his fingers in half and tucks his thumbs to his palms, and holds them out in front of his chest, hanging limp like a pair of paws. His knees spread a little, lowering him further to the ground, and a moment later he opens his mouth, little pink tongue unfurling to rest on his lip.

“There ya go,” Simon rumbles, reaching to massage his cock through his sweats. “Go on. You’re doin’ so good, boy.”

Johnny whines at that, catches on to what Ghost wants when he tugs his pants down and pulls out his heavy cock. A heartbeat later he starts whining endlessly, little high pitched noises straight from his chest, wiggling around on his knees and leaning forward like he’ll sneak a taste.

“You want this?” Ghost asks, grabbing Soap by the hair and pulling his face to his dick. “Huh?” He doesn’t let him lick it, but thrusts his hips so he’s covering the mutt’s face in his precum. Johnny keeps up his begging, eyes desperately tracking the head as it rubs around his face.

“Alright,” Ghost snickers, pulling Johnny back and lining the tip of his cock with his lips. “Paws between your legs, puppy. No touching.” His first brutal thrust past Johnny’s lips muffles his whine.

He takes control of the blowjob this time, less Johnny sucking his cock and more Johnny getting his face fucked. Ghost doesn’t take into account his pup’s comfort, just pushes and pulls his head in the ways that feel best. He lets it drag on longer this time, enjoys the cockdrunk look in Johnny’s eyes.

The gagging sounds are salacious in his otherwise silent room. Johnny might be an experienced cocksucker, but Ghost knows how to push past his boundaries in any context. He doesn’t give him a chance to breathe, let’s Johnny find the ebbs and flows of his pace on his own. If Ghost cranes his head to the side he can see a little puddle of drool on the ground beneath them.

He doesn’t come down Johnny’s throat this time. He pulls out and jerks his cock quickly, watches the spurts of cum cover Johnny’s flushed cheeks and long eyelashes. He squeezes every last drop from his cock, gives his boy a proper facial.

It doesn’t take long for Johnny to start squirming around. He doesn’t speak - smart boy - but he whines and moans, looks up at Ghost with those pathetic puppy dog eyes and ruts into the air.

“Alright,” Ghost sighs once he’s come down a bit from his high. “Go ahead puppy, you can hump. No touching yourself though, be a good boy for me.”

Ghost is nearly knocked into the wall behind him with the force of Johnny mounting his calf. He gets both arms wrapped tight around Simon’s thigh, his face buried into his wet cock and his hips working furiously to get himself off. Ghost can feel Johnny’s dick through the fabric of his pants, feels his own cock twitch a little at his pup’s desperation.

Johnny finishes even faster this time than he had last time - only to be expected after three days of edging himself. His pupils are blown wide, jaw hanging loose and drool slipping from the corner of his lips.

Ghost gives him a second to recover, then steps away. Poor Johnny falls forward, nearly smacking his head into the wall before Simon catches him by the neck.

“Clean up your mess, puppy. You slobbered all over the floor.”

It’s a testament to how far gone Johnny truly is that he doesn’t hesitate, ducks down on his hands and knees as soon as Simon commands and starts licking the filthy floor.

Ghost hums, runs a hand down Johnny’s back and to his ass. He crouches down behind the boy, pulls his pajamas the rest of the way off so they’re loose at his knees.

His hole is a little slick, like maybe he wormed a finger or two in there when he tried to steal an orgasm. Not very well stretched, though, the little rosebud looks virgin-tight.

Ghost rumbles audibly as he spreads Johnny’s cheeks, blowing a little breath over his hole and relishing the sudden yip, the little buck of his hips.

“Nice and clean back here, Johnny. You’ve got a right puppycunt.” He emphasizes his words with a harsh slap to the little hole, using the flat of two of his fingers.

Johnny moans, a mix of pleasure and what’s probably humiliation. He starts to lift his head up, but Ghost shoves him back down by the back of his neck. “You’re not finished with your job, dog. Keep licking. What I do with your pretty little hole shouldn’t distract you from your orders.”

Another whine, another smack. Ghost appreciates the slight redness on his crack starting to appear, gives the vulnerable area a few more harsher taps to emphasize it. The puppy moans and groans away, but he doesn’t lift his head again so Simon lets him be.

He spreads his cheeks again, leans in and licks from Johnny’s taint to his hole. He digs in there, tongue prodding into the tight little bud and spitting so he can slick his own way

Johnny’s squirmy beneath him, but Ghost’s tight grip on his ass keeps him still enough, so he lets him be. He stays head-down-ass-up, and that’s all that really matters.

Ghost eats his boy out as sloppily as he can. He doesn’t plan on going far enough to grab lube, so what Johnny gets from his mouth is all he’ll get to ease the stretch.

He slips a finger in eventually, a stretch that has Johnny moaning like a bitch in heat. He can’t help but smile, bites the meat of Johnny’s ass to keep from laughing. A second finger slips in easily, and Ghost takes his time properly stretching him for a bit. Wouldn’t want to hurt the new puppy so soon.

Johnny isn’t content with the pace for long. As soon as he’s adjusted to the stretch of Ghost’s thick fingers, he’s wiggling around again. This time he pushes himself up on his hands, tries to glance over his shoulder.

“Pl-please, please, sir, need you, need your cock so bad-“

A snarl tears from Ghost’s throat. He leans forward enough to slam Johnny back to the floor, ignoring the shout of true pain from the man. He quickly moves back and grabs Johnny’s half-hard dick, tugs the useless thing straight up to his stomach with one hand and uses the other to land a series of blows against his balls.

Johnny starts wailing, face still on the floor but the rest of him clambering to get away. “Si-Simon-!”

“Shut the fuck up, boy. You don’t get to fuckin’ talk. Dogs don’t fucking talk.” He punctuates nearly every word with a slap, relishes the way he starts to sob and go limp from the onslaught.

“Bad boy, Johnny,” he finally says, stops the mini-punishment with a final open-palmed smack. He keeps Johnny’s balls in a tight grip, tugs them down another minute. “Very bad boy. You don’t speak without command, understood?”

He can see Johnny nodding against the floor, can see the whites of his eyes and the stiff line of his shoulders. But he doesn’t make a sound.

“Not good enough. Tell me you understand - properly.”

Johnny whimpers a little, shuffles his knees back and forth and looks over his shoulder at Ghost with the most confused look in his eyes.

Ghost decides to take mercy on him. With a sigh, he explains, “Bark, MacTavish. Bark for me.”

And he does. Perfect, sweet boy that he is, he opens his mouth and starts barking for his master. Little puppy sounds from a puppy boy, music to Simon’s ears.

“There it is. Alright, you’re forgiven, puppy. Keep workin’ on your mess while I stretch your pretty pussy for my cock.”

There’s another moan at that, but Ghost sees the way his cock twitches up against his stomach. With a smirk he goes back to work, skipping a third finger in and drawing a moan from Johnny.

He doesn’t waste much more time stretching Johnny, spreads his fingers wide a few times before pulling out and shuffling closer - his knees between Johnny’s spread thighs so the smaller man can’t close his legs.

He strokes a hand over Johnny’s hips, gets a good firm hold at his waist and gives him a little shake. “Be good now, Johnny. Keep your cunt loose for me.”

He slides into Johnny’s heat in one long stroke, head rolling back on his neck and a groan coming from deep within his chest. Johnny tightens up almost immediately, moaning beneath him, but Simon keeps a steady pressure and sinks balls-deep in only a few seconds.

He doesn’t give Johnny any time to adjust to the stretch, tightens his grip on the pup’s hips and fucks him at his own pace. He isn’t nice about it, punching himself deep into Johnny’s guts and carving a space in his cunt that’s Simon shaped.

Johnny yelps a little, wiggles in his spot, but Simon’s got a good hold and he isn’t going anywhere. Keeps fucking him how he wants, and a few thrusts in Johnny goes limp beneath him.

“Like that, boy?” Simon growls, hunching over and placing his lips right at Johnny’s ear. “Like me fucking you deep in your puppycunt? Huh?”

Johnny doesn’t even need any prompting to start barking again. Ghost knew he’d be the perfect puppy once he had someone to show him how he’s truly meant to act. Just a needy little bitch, begging for cock and someone to keep him in his place.

Ghost tucks a hand into Johnny’s hair, holds his face to the floor and puts his back into fucking him.

“That’s a good fuckin’ dog, my good boy, Johnny. Feel so tight around me - perfect little hole for me, huh? Little limp doggy for me to fuck? God, you feel so good around me. Fuckin’ perfect cunt, made just for me. Bark for me some more, Johnny, go on - yes, yes, just like that, c’mon, good boy, such a good boy for me, fuck-”

Ghost’s hips jerk to a stop deep inside Johnny, his cum planted as far into the boy as he could get it. He rests his forehead against Johnny’s shoulder while he catches his breath, the sound of Johnny’s whimpers and moans fading in and out.

He gathers himself a few heartbeats later, straightens up and pulls out. He watches the way his come slides out of Johnny’s fucked open hole, pushes his thumb in the stop the drip for just a moment.

He gives a perfunctory little pat to Johnny’s ass, commands “Stay” before standing and ambling over to his dresser. He tucks a few things into the pockets of his sweats, twirls a little tail plug around in his hand.

“Good boy,” Ghost praises when he turns back and sees Johnny hasn’t moved a muscle. His cock hangs heavy between his thighs, but instead of moving to jerk himself he just lays there, looking a little dazed and confused. “Listen so well once you’ve been fucked dumb, huh, Johnny?”

There’s a little whine in response, and Ghost just chuckles as he kneels behind Johnny again. It takes no effort to slip the tail plug into his hole, keeping all of Ghost locked right inside Johnny - right where he’s meant to be. The pup hardly even notices past a little shift on his knees.

Ghost sits him up slowly, grabs him by the shoulder and pulls until he’s resting back on his heels and looking up at Ghost. The tail hangs low between his legs, right beneath where his dripping cock bobs in the air.

Johnny opens his mouth, starts to speak before Ghost hushes him to keep him out of trouble. “You been so good tonight, Johnny. Gotta be good a little longer for me, yeah?”

Johnny nods a little, brows scrunching together. His hand creeps toward his dick seemingly unconsciously, and Simon bats it away like it’s nothing more than a bothersome fly.

“No touching. Now - do you want to stay the night with me, or go back to your room? Bark once for my room and twice for yours, puppy.”

It takes a minute, a little tap to Johnny’s cheek to bring some coherence back to his eyes, but he lets out a little woof eventually.

Ghost doesn’t bother to hide his smile, strokes over Johnny’s head in soft little pets. “That‘s my good boy. C’mon, let’s get you ready for bed.”

He’s careful not to let Johnny move out of his puppy headspace. Keeps him on his knees with a hand on the shoulder, guides him with soft little taps to the side as he crawls over to the crate in the corner.

Johnny pauses at the sight of it, breath hitching as he looks up at Ghost. He’s got this look on his face - a mix of confusion, fear, and arousal - that makes Ghost think he might be able to come another time. Again, he opens his mouth to say something but Simon stops him before he can.

“You’re doing well, Johnny. Don’t fuck it up now, yeah? Now, puppies sleep in their crates before they’re trained - you sleep in my room, you sleep in the crate.”

Johnny keens, leaning away from Ghost’s hand on his neck a little and ducking his head low. Ghost just tuts, kneeling down in front of him. Johnny’s already made his decision - the correct one - and he’s not letting him go back on it.

“You’ll be fine, Johnny.” He soothes. “I’ll be right there in bed, not even six feet away. Crate’s got all you need - a nice mattress, a blanket, even some puppy pads if you can’t make it through ‘til morning. You can be good for me for one night, yeah pup?”

He doesn’t get much more than a slow blink and a hesitant nod, but it’s enough for him.

“Good. Now let’s get you in the right gear, so you don’t do anything silly like try and jerk that useless little cock of yours. Gimme your paw.”

Johnny whines at the derogatory language, but doesn’t fight when Ghost manhandles his hand into a black pup mitt, one that covers his skin from fingertip to wrist and doesn’t allow him to uncurl any of his fingers. He repeats the process with Johnny’s other hand, can’t help but smirk a little as he gets used to the weight and feel of them.

He gets a feel for them with his nose, brushing against the entirety of the glove like a real puppy might sniff a hand. Ghost lets him gnaw a little at the rounded tops, quickly locking a cock ring around Johnny’s rock-hard dick.

That gets his attention, gets Johnny jerking up and whining.

“Settle,” Ghost rumbles, letting a bit of sternness into his tone. “Your orgasms are mine, and I don’t want you coming again tonight. I’ll reconsider in the morning, but I’m not dealing with your humpin’ and moanin’ while I’m trying to sleep. Don’t pout.”

Johnny pouts, but Ghost is a generous owner, he lets it slide. This time. His poor pup’s done well with everything Simon has had him do so far, and he’s got a long night ahead of him.

He swings the crate door open and gestures to the dark interior. “Go on, boy. Go ahead and get comfy.”

Johnny goes with just a little pressure at his nape, but he can’t seem to resist whimpering and whining the whole time as he crawls forward. Simon locks the door, hooks a combination lock on the bars to make sure his puppy won’t get out before Ghost lets him.

He draws a blanket over the top and two sides of the crate, leaves the front open so Johnny will be able to see Ghost in his bed. He hunches over the crate one last time, dips his fingers through the bars to scratch at Johnny’s head.

“You’ve been a very good boy, Johnny. We’ll get you something nice in the morning, yeah? Just gotta stay here, quiet, for the night. Can you do that for me?”

Johnny gives a little nod, but a quick yank at his hair quickly has him correcting himself and barking once instead.

“There’s my good boy. Alright, sleep well.”

He gives one last little scritch to his boy’s scalp, then turns and gets into his own bed. The sound of Johnny shifting around and trying to get comfortable, his little whimpers when (presumably) his cock brushes against something - it’s the perfect lullaby for Simon to fall asleep to.

#this got so out of control #it was supposed to be like 3k #but NOPE #someday i will write something without puppy play just to prove I’m capable of it #soap x Ghost #bo writes #ghoap #johnny mactavish x simon riley #soap mactavish x ghost riley #johnny mactavish #soap mactavish #simon riley #ghost riley

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kakujis · 1 year

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you only call me on the weekend;

warnings: afab!fem reader, situationship, unrequited feelings, oliver can't admit he loves you, praise, creamp*e, implied multiple rounds, that should be it! not proofread.

ft + wc: oliver aiku hehe. around 1.6k

a/n: you know, for a self proclaimed oliver fucker i sure don't write anything about him LMAO. anyway this has been rotting in my drafts since i read the shibuya arc, so i finally sat down and finished it. eep.

you hate oliver aiku. you hate the missed calls, the times he’s stood you up, and the amount of times he’s left you on read. but when your phone chimed that night, his name etched across the brightly lit screen of your phone, you didn’t hesitate to open it.

oliver♡: hey baby, you free tonight?

don’t respond. don’t fall so easily. don’t give him what he wants. this is the mantra that you tell yourself every time he pops up, whenever the other girls he pursues turns him down and he tries to come crawling back to you for the sake of getting his dick wet.

but you’re weak for him and that’s why you respond without fail every time.

y/n: i might be. why?

you bite your lip, fuck, you know why.

oliver♡: i miss you, pretty girl. that’s why. let me come over, yeah?

that stupid phrase has your thighs rubbing together and you can feel your resolve, what little you had anyway, cracking.

y/n: mm, dunno.

oliver♡: you don’t miss me?

say no, your mind screams, for once, don’t let him get his way.

y/n: …maybe a little.

oliver♡: be there soon, <3.

y/n: that doesn’t mean come over!

you sigh, frowning and turning your phone off before tossing it to the side. you try to immerse yourself back into the show you were watching, but the prospect of oliver coming made your hands clammy and you’re unsure if it’s due to nerves or excitement.

there’s a knock on your door and your stomach drops, fuck that was fast. of course he was nearby, he knows you can’t say no. and that's the annoying part, that he was waiting nearby, planning, no, knowing that you would let him in.

as you walk over, you steel yourself, you’re gonna give him a piece of your mind this time. if he wants to keep fucking you, then he needs to put a little more effort in. yeah, that’s it, that’s what you’ll say.

but as soon as the door opens, he’s on you. you can’t even get a syllable out before he’s slamming you against the wall and crashing his lips onto yours. he kisses you like he’s starving, like you’re the first meal he’s had in years.

you can barely breathe, the air sucked out of your lungs as he picks you up, your legs naturally curling around his waist, while your nails are digging into his shoulders as he turns and kicks the door shut.

he’s fast, barely stumbling down the hallway as he walks you to the bedroom. throwing you down onto the bed, you’re given a moment of respite, gasping.

“oliver-“ you try, but he’s back on you instantly, slipping his tongue in, while some drool runs from your mouth. he tugs at the waistband of your shorts, before sliding them off.

his fingers ghost your clothed pussy, groaning when he feels the wet patch on your undies. he leaves your mouth to leave sloppy, wet kisses across your cheek before he’s growling in your ear, “you’re always soaked when i’m around, aren’t you?”

you whine out a needy and breathless, “mhm,” mind already hazy and resistance long gone. you tug at his shirt and he gives a light laugh, that makes your heart ache, before pulling it off.

“your turn.” he says and you scramble to take yours off. “god, you’re so pretty.” he hums, hand trailing through the valley of your breasts, making you tremble. you burn under his hungry gaze, trying to look away, but he catches you. your chin caught between the pad of his thumb and pointer finger, “eyes on me.”

you watch as he takes your panties off next, another hum of approval from him when he sees your glistening folds. he was right, you were soaked and eager, your body reacting to every touch or word he gives.

you hate oliver aiku. you hate how he makes you burn with the desire, how every touch of his hand across the expanse of your skin has you whimpering. you hate that he always knows what to say to keep you wrapped around his finger, his words keeping you collared to him.

but god do you love the stretch of his thick cock as it slides into your dripping cunt, mewling as he sinks down, inch by inch. he grits his teeth as he bottoms out, stilling a bit to let you adjust, before he’s driving into you like he hasn’t seen you in years.

sometimes, you think you were made for him. the way no other fling ever brings you as high as oliver does. his cock hits all the right places, your face contorted in pleasure as the slap! of skin against skin reverberates within the room. or maybe, you think like that because he tells you that. “fuck baby,” he hisses, “ah, you were fucking made for me, shit.”

oliver knows you like the palm of his hand. he knows when you want him to talk to you sweetly. he knows when you want him to growl obscenities in your ear. but most of all, he knows you always want him to fuck you stupid.

your whines are like music to his ears, as he thrusts into you, heavy balls against your ass. your head falls back against the pillow, eyes closing as you let the pleasure wash over you. but oliver tsks, hooking his thumb into your mouth and jerking it downward. your eyes fly open as he grunts, “i said, eyes on me.”

“s-sorry,” you whimper, trying to maintain eye contact with him, “ah, fuck!” but you just can’t, each thrust against your sweet spot has your eyes rolling back. you feel his hand on the back of your head, making sure you can’t throw it back, he wants to see it all, every fucked out expression you’ll give him.

it’s part of his ego to see you come undone on him. he loves that such a pretty thing like you lets him ruin you. in fact he craves it so much that he’s basically stopped sleeping around with others. he thinks you’re the cutest thing to cream on his cock, especially when you paw and whine that “ts too much!”

unfortunately for him, he’s not gonna be able to hold back this time. the noises you’re making are too pretty and the clench of your pussy feels too good. he’s sure this is the closest to love he’s ever gotten.

“‘m gonna,” you gasp, glassy eyes gazing up into his, “oliver, i’m-“

“i know, baby,” he coos, “you’re, ah, gonna cum right? cum for me, yeah?”

it’s embarrassing how quickly you do, the legs wrapped around him trembling as you clench down on his cock, vision blurring.

“that’s it,” he praises, fucking you through your high, “good fuckin’ girl.” and it’s not long til he’s coming undone too, groaning as he fills your pussy up, painting it in hot white ropes.

he pulls you in and you squeak, before he’s pressing a deep kiss into your lips. it’s the first time he’s done this and you’re caught off guard by the intimacy. but you don’t fight it, closing your eyes as he gives you kiss after kiss.

“let me stay the night.” he says in between kisses and you pull away, pushing his face back with your hand. you blink at him, perplexed. did he get hit in the head? not only has he not pulled out, but he’s even asking to stay the night?

“… who are you and what have you done with oliver aiku?” but he laughs at your confused expression.

“c’mon, i drove all the way here princess.” he teases and you tilt your head, brow furrowed. it’s annoying, as if you’ve never done that for him before. he’s not sure you notice the way that turns him on, but the blood’s already started rushing to his once softening cock.

you do notice and you frown, “you just wanna fuck me again.”

“what’s so wrong with that?” he asks and you groan, pushing him off hard enough that he slips out of you. you roll over, curling up into your side, feeling his seed drip onto the sheets.

“ugh, just go away oliver. i need to take a shower.” you feel stupid, dumb, and a little used but you refuse to cry in his presence, making a mental note that you really need to cut things off. but settles in next to you, throwing his arms over you and pulling you close.

“that’s not the only reason,” he sighs and your heart flutters, “besides, have i ever told you you’re my favorite?”

“not funny.” you deadpan, it’s stupid but your heart does feel a little lighter. you feel his hands wander over your body and you curse yourself for being so weak, feeling his stubble brush against your skin before he presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“i just wanna spend some time with you, i missed you.” he murmurs, breath hot on your ear. your breath hitches as he finds your puffy clit, rubbing slow, sticky circles.

“fine… but only because i love you.” you whimper as you spread your legs for him again, giving in for the nth time. you hate oliver aiku, but only because you’re so stupid in love with him. he knows, but he bites back the urge to say it back and let you know that you don't have to worry about it. you're not just his favorite, but his one and only.

“good girl.” he growls, before hooking a hand on the back of your knee, spreading you wider. maybe one day he’ll say it back.

#blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #bllk smut #oliver aiku #oliver aiku x reader #bllk x reader #oliver aiku smut #blue lock #pibby writing - midnight #i cant wait to write another situationship fic with him

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I Love Answering Questions, But...

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sterakraffulz78 · 6 months

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This is hilarious and fateful

I saw the episode, and I never really thought that wasting time like this would be a suffering that lasted too long. I'm going to get good and bad things from what I saw

first for good, okay?

1. The deaf imp

In itself, I was very surprised by this character and to tell the truth I can consider him better than the other deep and sad Pseudos that only serve to make the panties get wet because of the Fujoshits, and it is something that in this program is seen very little or is scarce in Yes, it made me tender that Fizz treated him well.

2. Fizz and Asmodeus' relationship

What can we say, the relationship itself is healthy, and superior to many of both series and when Asmodeus protected Fizz it is something nice on his part, not like a certain owl who is only interested in the red cock who is a tremendous fucking creep unable to defend his """"little""", this relationship is one of the few salvageable things in this series

Now with the bad things

3. The songs

For the love of God... why? All the songs seem forgettable and super stupid to me, it seems that the only thing this chapter does is create time and necessary filler that will never contribute or amount to anything

4. The imp hater by fizarolli

This was expected, it doesn't surprise me much to tell the truth... just imagine that you are so hurt by harmless criticism of your program that you only hope for a good change and to be guided to do a good deed, but you prefer to spend and overexploit the Poor workers who only want some money to encourage your resentment in a lively way, this is ridiculous and makes others feel sorry for Viviana Medrano

5. Mammon

This is the first most annoying, loudest and most obnoxious thing I've ever seen followed by Chaz, the only thing he knows how to say is pure rudeness in every damn sentence, it's a fucking audiovisual blister that seems to never end, apart from the cringe I feel about it, the Deadly sins of this show will never be taken seriously and more that sexist phrase about "Women are not funny" and then you're dead... Damn you Medrano bitch, can't you at least respect a simple woman even if she has a tertiary role in your shitty program? (And ironic why you make penis jokes and swear words to wait for someone to laugh and praise you)

6. I HOPE THEY FUCK YOU BLITZ

Is it really necessary to put Blitz in every episode? For the love of God, am I already sick of listening and seeing that red cringe guy making those embarrassing faces and hearing his voice why can't I listen to Brandon normally anymore without remember this abusive and manipulative guy swearing!? They shoehorned this guy in just to get "laughs" and make him stick to Fizz when he was given the biggest tragedy of his life

7. Good vs bad, hAha tHeY aRe RiGht wHy tHEy aRe nExT To thE bOyS aNd uwu sOfT

As always, our wonderful writing writing the bad characters, like the black ones in this Turkish soap opera and making them caricatures for mockery and portraying them as the soft boys and uwu the good ones. These characters are already predictable, if there is a soft and sore young gay uwu, he will be the good one because he is the soft and sore young gay uwu and we are all forced to take his side, while those who have the potential to be good villains like Striker, you position them as silly, cartoonish and you are the generic antagonist of a series for children under 6 years old, for example Asmodeus against Mammon

It's good that the views are getting lower and lower, so soon we won't be able to stand this series in decline and the next more ridiculous, repulsive, mediocre, cringe and pathetic chapter written by a ridiculous, mediocre, cringe, pathetic, misogyny, sexist, Transphobic , racist, xenophobic writer who only ruined her own work so that her little friends the Fujoshits (I already saw you SatorRojas, TeaTheKook and Dani) get their panties wet and buy more panties again to get them wet because they can't stand two boys together

#anti stolitz #helluva critical #helluva boss critical #vivziepop critical #helluva boss fandom critical #vivziepop criticism #helluva boss critique #blitzo #Helluva boss

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educating-bimbos · 7 months

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The Pinned Post 2

new pinned post because tumblr hid my old one from my view so I can't see, edit it, or reblog it to add an addendum. I only have a few things to add, so I am just going to copy and paste it.

Who is Educating Bimbos?

My name is Nicolette. I am a technical artist, musician, and an outdoorsy type of gal. I enjoy the finer things in life, and I fancy myself a traditional woman and a bimbo. I don't really enjoy mindlessly obsessing over labels, but if it helps people gauge where my brain is at, I am pro-patriarchy, in favor of traditional gender roles and dynamics, an ex-feminist, and before all else a believer in one's ability to exercise personal freedoms. My beliefs, mannerisms, and presentation attract the ire of feminists, born-again-religious types, and any number of anti-fun douchebags. At the end of the day, just remember that behind this silly blog is a silly person.

What is Educating Bimbos?

It is a blog and small community of bimbos looking to learn more about and express a traditional lifestyle. It is also about people who may not be familiar with or comfortable around things like BDSM get a nice and soft introduction to it without being exposed immediately to the idea of how people can enjoy things in a pseudo-sexual context. At the end of the day, it is a blog and community where I and other like-minded people can express silly ideas without the fear of being lambasted by people seeking to harm others.

Where is Educating Bimbos?

Educating Bimbos can be found in one of these two places.

Why is Educating Bimbos?

Well for a while I was annoyed by the lack of communities that focused on a kind of "hyper-feminine" aesthetic while also promoting more traditional ideas. There was also the issue of communities that have tried this before of devolving into bigoted and abusive communities that would do everything under the sun to create an insular and ToS breaking community. I spoke with a friend of mine who runs a similar community a while ago and she inspired me to give this a shot. Now - close to 3 years later - I have a steadily growing community that pulls from all corners of ideology, cultural, ethnic, and interest level and the discord has been almost completely drama-free in its whole existence.

When is Educating Bimbos?

I am alive and doing silly stuff all day, every day. Except when it is nap time in which case I will be in the realm of dreams.

What's an ex-lesbian and why do you call yourself that?

For a number of very personal reasons, I have decided to call myself an ex-lesbian. I did this of my own volition, and I was not pressured into doing so. For a long time, I had thought of myself as a lesbian, mostly because of socialization and how all the girls around me were so might as well follow suit. I experienced a number of harmful and traumatic events when I considered myself a lesbian and it effected how I view myself. After a while and talking to some friends who I trust dearly, I came to the realization that I am not a lesbian and that it really isn't a thing I identify with the same way others do. I am still trying to come to grips with that given I only relatively recently had that realization. I also feel that people use that term in bad faith to harm people and to push bad narratives and ideas so I thought "hey might as well try and take back what should be an innocuous phrase."

In short, I think an ex-lesbian is just a way of identifying one's sexuality similar to asexuality or demisexuality. It is not that I am one sexuality or another, it's that my sexuality is defined by my experience and coming of age.

I have had a number of people confront me about this, talk to me about it in sincere curiosity, and even attack me. I welcome anyone who is curious or has a genuine contention to come to me in DMs, I am not a mean person, and I will love to talk honestly and respectfully. I find that disagreement is not grounds to discredit or avoid befriending people, I hope you can do the same.

Further questions for Educating Bimbos?

If you find that these questions are unsatisfactory in any regard, or you wish to try your hand at doing what I do, follow these two links!

Ask me anything!

Ask me anything you want! I have some personal rules with regards to what I can and cannot upload, but this is generally the best way for me to answer any question you may have. I also have anonymous asks enabled just in case you are shy.

Submit a post!

If you think I should be made aware of something, post something, or if you just want to signal boost something try this. So far, I have no real rules or expectations so do whatever you want with this button.

#educatingbimbos #femininity #tradfem #housewife #traditional gender roles #stepford wife #traditional femininity #traditional women #ask a bimbo #bimbocore #ex lesbian #ex feminist

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thepowerisyouth · 2 months

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Eh mental health is annoying. Buying & cooking cheap low-FODMAP diet is annoying. My best top note for now is I'm using this blog to practice writing. I need more practice in it. I only know business, accounting & economics stuff. Its stupid stuff. Theres too much actual fraud everywhere that its annoying

Also I use mobile so formatting sucks cause Nvidia GPUs, or Arch dont like tumblr site. Or tumblr site dont like tumbkr site

Also also I 100,000% support all my fellow ones-and-zeros and their identity. Everyone is welcome here.

Except transphobes/zionist/long list of others but you get it. I'll help harrass any of those types endlessly if someone wants to tag me, and bring me in on an argument like that friend you call for backup with fights

Im unhinged so who's to say exactly what will end up here but this is also a completely public blog to me friends, family, hell, even acquaintances i dont give a fuc.

Blog should be expected to be roughly as child-friendly as simpsons or bobs burgers. But also boring like a civics/economics lesson sometimes. Yay

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I (and my husband) am ex mormon. Its a weird thing. Look into it if you havent recently. Realllllyyyy look into. Takes time to figure it all out in this fuckin fucked up world.

I just moved a year ago. Didnt watch the US stock market as much as I normally do. Had my first snowstorm 10 weeks ago, that was.. fun to handle while ill prepared. About 6 weeks ago I was hopping back on the market and notice its a huge tech bubble about to pop and all the conditions Ive been warned about my whole career imply this is not good. Just took a little more thinking & digging and I'm a little too confident to stop talking about it now.

(Oh I'm also care-free as fuc so I dont really read or desire to change past posts more than lil-nitpicks. More informative for the reader & myself-in-the-future-reading that way)

And I'm not kidding I do love feedback & questions. Its a very public blog tho so I get that part for sure.

If you search "life story" in my tags I had that pinned for a min Im just moving shit around rn

Being poor sucks. Will write more on that later.

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First of all-- the exact timeline of an "economic shock" is literal insanity. Dont worry about the exact timing of any of this-- just know its doomed to happen soon.

Here are some effects I predict of this upcoming economic downturn

If anyone comes across any sources for these events that support my arguments please feel free to add in comments, reblogs, etc.

This concise list is mainly for my own reference, but it would be great to add to it if any one has something to add!

0.5. US Stock market collapse-- I have no desire to try and predict this one exactly. Too many conspiracies are actually correct about this big guy. Lets just say 7 US Tech stocks are worth 25% of the entire worlds market, roughly. "Too big to fail"-- I believe is the phrase

1. Corporate (slightly later will be residential by extension) real estate crisis: currently way too overvalued. Most of the houses, land, & urban corporate property we see could stand to decrease by about 60-90% from its current price.

2. Bankruptcy crisis: similar to the after-effects of the 70s inflation-- we can expect to see a huge wave of bankruptcies affecting a variety of business: from the micro-self employed; to the small business with leased buildings; to the largest corporations who commit massive accounting fraud & hope to escape accountability in time

3. Bank runs-- there is an extremely high overreliance on the Federal Reserve, who does not have good control over this situation. Once it becomes clear that there is a crisis (we call this a catalyst event)-- bank runs for physical cash are a surety. Hard to say how long a crisis like this might last. I should ask my siblings who lived near the SVB bank crisis hotspot (but those were rich fucks they do their "bank runs" over the phone)

3.5. Global currency collapse, which takes effect in every single local, state, & national economy at slightly different times. This means prices lower. Much lower. But takes time

4. Whatever the fuck the geopolitics is gonna do???. Its weird. You got Russia wanting to invade Europe? (Look at global economic forum 2024) Trump wants to let them. Biden wants to be an establishment corporate ass. North Korea has changed its #1 public enemy to South Korea (dont remember my source but it was a couple months ago). USA is stationing more troops in Taiwan, but probably only because of semiconductor technology?

The scope of our global financial woes are larger than can be explained in any of our lifetimes. Its much, much closer to pre-revolution France or the late 1920s. Big change is coming. Itll be soon

5. More to come

#anti capitalism #economics #geopolitics #real estate #bankruptcy #banks #corporate fucks #pinned post #mental health sucks ball sacks #arch linux #nvidia is a scam bubble like enron #simpsons #bobs burgers #intro post #will change it more later

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artemisbarnowl · 7 months

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Even if you, personally, have never had the term queer directly levelled at you in a harmful manner, if you are part of the LGBT+ community, it is inherently part of both your history and a present risk at any given moment. I live in the UK. Until I visited Dublin, Ireland, I'd never had someone call me queer in a negative light. But even so, at any given moment, someone could.

Tell that to black people, I dare you. Not least; yes. It is. Inherently. If you don't like the word that's your choice. Nobody can force you to accept it and nobody should force you to identify by the term. But trying to take it away from other people makes you no better than those using it as a slur.

You don't understand why its important to some people as their identity. That's fine. You don't get to tell them they're wrong, though.

If you could just point out the part where im taking it away from other people or that other people are wrong that would be great.

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In a post where i am talking about my personal feelings on something that pertains to me you've given me these counterpoints(?)

1. Someone could at any time call me queer.

Yes, I know. Increasingly it happens by woke leftist people who want to reclaim it and wont stop when I ask them not to call me that. Which really doesnt align with all that respecting identity philosophies yall are so keen on.

2. The idea of telling black people they shouldn't call themselves the n word is Very Bad. (For reasons you havent explained.)

I'm not. Im complaining about being called queer against my will. But, this is also a discussion the black community have. The idea that all black people refer to themselves, or other black people, by a slur is stupid and not true. So it the idea that they all IDENTIFY with the term. Where is the campaign to call it N***** History Month???

3. To be fair this is my fault for phrasing my second point as a y/n question but HOW is slur reclamation powerful? "It inherently is" doesnt explain anything. Whats inherent? Wheres the power? People not being annoyed or frightened to hear 'queer' leveled at them because they identify with it is not a power. How does calling yourself queer actually improve your standing in society? Are laws changed to be more equitable for you? Does this only work with queer or does calling myself a lezzo, or gaybo, a fucked up slut, or whatever else people call me without asking or caring if I also identify with those terms also give me power?

People are attempting to force me to identify with Queer every time they use it as an umbrella term. I am bisexual. I might experience attraction to someone of my own or different sex. Im not queer, im not part of the queer community. I dont know what it means to be queer. In my post i am complaining about other people calling me shit that i dont like. I am lamenting other slurs I used to be called and find it sorta funny that slurs have a trend cycle. Its true i dont understand why people want to use it as an identity. Making a post that says "heres what i dont get" isnt telling people their wrong. My second point is a question. This shows where i dont have the info others might.

Yesterday i was just complaining because i heard the world gaybo for the first time in 15 years and this highlighted to me that i see no difference betwern slurs. Today im gonna actually discuss things until i get bored.

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Billy Hargrove.

character analysis ;) (spoilers; i think hes queer coded)

I love Billy Hargrove. Not a sentence many like to hear, trust me. I know.

The first impressions of Billy werent the best, but they could’ve easily been way worse.

We first meet Billy the human antagonist in season 2, as hes driving into the Hawkins high parking lot, in nothing other then his blue Camaro while Rock you like a hurricane by the scorpions is playing. When he gets out of his car he knows all eyes are on him. I mean why wouldnt they be, he’s the stereotypical bully that’s in every teenage coming of age movie ever, he looks and seems very douche-y and confident which he very much is both.

There are multiple moments where we start to learn about his character and his personality in general, most well known being when Max got into his car after school, Billy seems annoyed because she’s late. she uses the excuse she had to get homework, but it’s obvious she was talking to Lucas Sinclair.

Billy finally perks up and says “there are people in this world you learn to stay away from” which in all honesty, shows us more of his personality then one would originally think. It showed us how violent and hateful he really is.

Billys dad, Neil, is the primary (if not the only) reason for his anger and aggression. The first and only interaction we see between him and his dad is when he was getting ready to leave to meet Karen Wheeler at a motel, which screams mommy issues but we’ll get to that later. Neil asks Billy where Max (his stepsister) is at because Billy was supposed to be “watching her”, they go back and forth about that and during this time Neill uses the f-slur against Billy. After Billy says “she’s not my sister” that’s what finally pushes Neil over the edge, he pushes billy against a bookcase and makes Billy repeat the phrase “respect and responsibility” back to him. That scene alone shows us that anything that happens to Max or anything Max does that Neil doesnt like, Billy pays for. Which gives us some insight as to while Billy is the way he is, an insight as to why hes so aggressive.

It’s obvious Billy has only ever known violence. After his mom left his dad who was also abusive towards her, Billy hasnt had a healthy relationship with anyone. I mean after all he was raised by a bigot who used slurs against his seventeen year old son, so we can only imagine what he said behind closed doors

That scene also shows that Billy isnt all aggression. We can see him tearing up when his dad yells at him and after his dad hits him. We see him show another emotion besides hate and resentment.

Billy’s childhood wasnt happy. From the memories we see, it seems he was only ever happy if it was just him and his mom. Theres a memory of him surfing with his mom and him telling her the wave was 7 feet tall. He asks if he can keep surfing for 10 more minutes and his mom agrees reluctantly saying “any longer then that and dad will be mad” which just goes to show how aggressive his dad was and still is.

Back to Billy’s mom, in season 3 we see Billy remember a memory from when he was 7-8 years old, he was surfing and told his mom the wave was 7 feet tall as mentioned before. We can assume she left not to long after that. Meaning from the ages of lets say 10 to 17 he didn’t have his mother. He had his stepmom but never seemed to be close with her, this is where the mommy issues come in. It’s very obvious that Billy flirts with any older women he sees, and this time it just so happens to be Karen Wheeler (who btw has a family and a daughter his age).

We can see very clearly that he doesnt actually like Karen. He like I said has very apparent mommy issues. His smiles fades as soon as he gets into his car after talking with Mrs Wheeler, his interest in women never seems genuine, it always feels forced. Which is why I think billy hargrove is queer coded. Having a dad like Neil, who has used slurs, would probably push someone farther into the closet. He learned to not act queer. he learned to not be something his father would definitely punish him for, he learned to survive.

The only time we see Billy truly interact with another character is whenever hes in the same space as Steve Harrington. From the party to the ‘fight’ outside the Byers house, no one seems to hold billys attention like Steve.

Thats not new though, Dacre Montgomery and Joe Keery are wonderful actors and their chemistry mixes so well. Their character are complete opposites, Billy can be written off as having toxic masculinity— which he completely does, whereas Steve is more of a layed back not really caring type of character.

In the infamous basketball scene, Billy trys to intimidate and one up Steve, which he does— and weirdly enough Steve seems oh so very bothered by this, bothered the new guy from cali of all places is showing him up in his own school,, a school he use to run. Billy’s kinda assholeish remarks regarding Nancy definitely arent as outright flirting as the “am i dreaming or is that you, harrington”

The first time we see Billy fully come alive and show all his pent up anger is when him and Steve have a confrontation outside the Bylers house. Since Steve is one of the most beloved characters, its hard to forgive Billy even in inch for fighting with Steve. The fight started when Billy slammed Lucas Sinclair into a bookshelf, much like his dad did with him. Billy used Lucas as a vessel for his fear, just like Neil used billy as a vessel for his aggression. Billy sees Lucas as a threat, not because Lucas would ever hurt max— no no, because Billy knows Lucas would be the reason he would be hit again and again. after all he’s supposed to “protect his little sister” and seeing as Neil already used slurs… we can assume he couldn’t be to happy to find out his stepdaughter was dating someone, let alone someone who wasn’t white.

The cycle of abuse just continues, like a revolving door— never ending. By the end of season three you start to wonder if Billy ever stood a chance in life. Max seemed to be the only one who genuinely cared that Billy was possessed by the mindflayer and in the end thats how the Duffer brothers wanted it. in the long run Billy made the sacrifice, but not as a was of redemption for how shitty he was to everyone around him. Not really any reason honestly, him being put to death and its consequences still echos though season 4.

Its the pure queer rage that made Billy stick out in the stranger things fandom. Billy was made for the scared and abused queer kids, the ones who seen themselves and their anger within him. Billy is the true embodiment of pure queer rage.

In all honesty its a little saddening to see everyone overlooking Billy’s abuse and pain. i’ve seen people say he deserved what happened to him— despite Dacre Montgomery being very vocal about the fact that Billy is very much not racist due to his push to make the character more human, and less evil for no reason. In a Newsweek interview he said that if Billy seen anyone giving max a hard time or anything like that he would’ve stepped in because like I said he pays for max’s doings.

People mention the term ‘hate-crime’ when speaking of Billy, but it’s almost never mentioned when speaking about the violence from his father towards him. Violence against queer people— especially towards queer men is so normalized, no one thought anything. When a queer coded character doesn’t fix into the tiny box people have in mind for them, abuse against them goes unnoticed. Billy doesn’t fit in the queer coded box, he’s full of rage and anger cause from his upbringing.

Hate towards queer people is nothing new, not at all. When a queer man doesn’t fix into the boxes cishet people have made for us, we are often overlooked and silenced, even villanized. Obviously i cant excuse any of Billy actions, nor am i trying to. I’m just here to point out the double-standards within fandoms in general, and the continuous microaggressions against queer men.

While hundreds of fans of fan thirst over Henry creel, a man who slaughtered children and became Vecna canonically, the queer kids who for a moment seen themselves within a hurt and abused teen are drug through the mud for hanging onto one of the few times in media where queer rage is actually seen.

There have been artist, and creators who have had to apologize for making Billy hargrove related content. But yet there is still content made of real life abuser.

Billy Hargrove is a complicated character to say the least, i’m not trying to change your mind about him. Who knows I might be considered problematic for this but I cannot stay quiet any longer. Dacre Montgomery fought to make Billy Hargrove more human then the Duffers ever planned on writing him.

so after all of that.

To Dacre: whether you ment to or not, you gave hundreds of queer kids a glimpse into the rage they feel yet cannot express due to how they would be seen. One of these kids being me, up until I started analyzing Billy and realizing how much trauma he has actually been through— I didn’t have a good reason to be mad at peoples reactions to me. I’m a closest trans man who has been told time and time again that i’ll never be a “real” man. I will be forever great full for your contributions to making Billy who he is.

And to the rest of the stranger things fandom: I’m not asking for you to like Billy Hargrove, not at all. I am asking you to think of how you see queer coded men. The even slight bias you might have when it comes to queer coded men who show their rage, when it comes to the queer coded men who don’t keep their rage tidy within themselves. I am asking you to rethink who you will forgive and who you will not.

I love Billy hargrove. The good, the bad, the parts no one wants to talk about.

And I’m ok with that.

(not proofread)

#billy hargrove #stranger things #billy hargrove queer coded #neil hargrove #max mayfield #dacre montgomery #steve harrington

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April-May Reading Summary

I didn’t do one of these last month, because I barely finished any books in April, but I kinda made up for it in May, so here we go. During this time, I finished seven books, out of which two were read twice because of work. (Which puts me at 28 books so far this year, not counting the double reads.) So, let’s see…

Hannah Grace: Icebreaker This is the one that I’d say shows promise. Generally, I liked the language (there were some witty turn of phrases, especially, for some reason, in the beginning), the characters, and the themes it explored (toxic friendships, gaslighting, anxiety, etc.), but it started out as a Wattpad novel, and you could feel it. Not necessarily in the story itself, but in the structure–to me, it was very clear that it was meant to be read in like weekly installments, and that the author had a setting for the start, and then was just basically pantsing it. The plot catalyst mentioned on the back cover happened basically halfway through. But the author clearly has talent and now she is contracted by an actual publishing house, which she’ll get an actual editor holding her hand, so I expect the second book in the series (which I guess is coming out in the fall?) to be much better in the sense of structure.

Roald Dahl: Revolting Rhymes I knew some of the poems from the collection from before, but I never read the whole thing, so one after noon I just sat down, and, well, I read is (I mean, it took like 20 minutes). It’s lovely. It’s witty. It’s outrageous. (As a cheap pun: it was revolting.) I liked it.

Amélie Wen Zhao: Blood Heir It was kinda like SaB in a sense that 1, it was Russian Empire-inspired 2, there was an oppressed magical minority 3, female lead was a rare and powerful example of this magical minority. And in the beginning, for like the first seventy pages I even thought that it would be good, because the author was working with the idea of the members of this magical minority being forced into indentured servitude/basically slavery, and the system-wide problems, and the female lead–the crown princess of this country, currently on the run because she was framed for her father’s murder–realizing these problems and trying solve them. Only then instead of building the plot, we would go back to inner-monologuing about indentured servitude is bad, do you get it, it’s bad! about every twenty pages, up to the point when it just became annoying. At the same time, the plot was terribly repetitive (the characters would be ambushed, only to escape, only to be ambushed, only to escape…), and the author absolutely failed to establish any character beyond the male and female lead–and even if she did, those characters would be killed off, leaving us with basically zero supporting cast.

Jeff Zentner: Rayne and Delilah’s Midnite Matinee I actually translated one of Zentner’s other book, the Serpent King, a couple of years ago, which I still consider one of the best books I’ve ever worked on. And R&D’s Midnite Matinee was just as good. With a very simple actual plot, Zentner offers the reader a surprisingly emotionally complex story, while breaking our hearts and making us laugh (honestly, this book is ridiculously quotable). Absolutely recommend.

Emma Theriault: Rebel Rose Another one of my translations. Set after Disney’s Beauty and the Beast, this book explores what kind of a ruler Belle would be, while mixing fantasy and real-world history (and holy crap, some parts of it were like an actual history lesson on the French Revolution). It was surprisingly… decent. There were some plot points I did not completely agree with (because at some points identity politics and showing how, and I hate this word by now, woke the author/company is actually went against the plot), and the final showdown could have been a little stronger, but overall I really enjoyed the story, and appreciated the depth it went into French history.

Leigh Bardugo – Dani Pendergast: Demon in the Wood As a goodbye to Book Depository, I placed one last big order, DitW being one of the books I bought (finally!). I actually read it the moment I got my sticky little hands on it, and oh my, I loved it. I still have a vendetta against LB, but I will give credit where credit is due: the nuance in this story, the circle of abuse, Baghra’s terrible and emotionally manipulative parenting… I loved it. Also, kudos to the artist, because it’s beautiful.

Kerri Maniscalco: Kingdom of the Wicked Let me preface this by saying: I bought this book last July. I started reading it last July. And I finished it today. That’s how good bad it was. In my defense, at first it looked like something I’d really enjoy: Sicily in the late 19th century with witches (like religious, pagan witches with actual powers), but the actual book was just… nope. It was boring and repetitive (More than halfway through the book it felt like the POV character was just moving from convo with one person to another convo with another person, without anything else really happening.) By the end I could not keep it straight what was happening (although the fact that it took me ten months to finish it might have had something to with it), but somehow in the last 50 pages or so next to demons we got vampires and werewolves as well? WTF? Definitely not going to read the next book in the series.

#orlissa reads #books

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I posted 2,709 times in 2022

That's 941 more posts than 2021!

48 posts created (2%)

2,661 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@wot-tidbits

@highladyluck

@amemoryofwot

@birgittesilverbae

@wheelwheelwheel

I tagged 2,701 of my posts in 2022

#wheel of time - 1,811 posts

#wheel of time book spoilers - 1,620 posts

#wheel of time tv series - 700 posts

#rand al'thor - 524 posts

#moiraine damodred - 443 posts

#memes - 403 posts

#matrim cauthon - 358 posts

#nynaeve al'meara - 296 posts

#elayne trakand - 263 posts

#wheel of time fanart - 232 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i'm still recovering from surgery and pushed myself too hard so i'm going to wait until i'm better until i respond but for the most part i

My Top Posts in 2022:

Somehow Moiraine manages to be the most selfless human being on the planet and also the most selfish.

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I’m still mad about the lack of thatched roofs with cranes in them.

What’s your minor-missing-detail-pet-peeve about the show?

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The Ongoing Egwene Exploration

If I’m gonna kick the hive, I might as well cite the books and clarify my meaning.

I’m going to preface this with, while Egwene is not my personal favorite character that doesn’t make her a bad character, a bad person, etc. I do stand by my statement that I find her to be arrogant to the point of being dangerous, and her motivations at time are not as pure as she suggests from her own POV chapters, but ultimately she is who needed to be in the role she played, and she is a vital part of the series.

This is going to be a multiple parter, because I truly wish to be fair about my perceptions. The rest will probably be in September because I’m going to be away on a trip. But who knows I might get squirrelly.

Basically, I’m going to skim through the books and only review mentions of Egwene that give insight to her character/how she is perceived by those who personally know her or her own POV chapters.

As an aside, I would argue that unlikable female characters are important. More important than the Moiraine’s (who also had her fair share of arrogance), more important than the stern-yet-soft-hearted Nynaeve’s. They’re the most important in fiction because we so often don’t get to see them.

Female characters are forced to be likeable or be Amy Dunne. Even their grey areas are carefully negotiated so they aren’t written off as a bitch.

They don’t get to be heroes that you sincerely hope you never have to be stuck in an elevator with.

They don’t get the depth and variety because it makes people uncomfortable.

I find that annoying on a good day, on a bad day it makes me want to burn half my library. Modern writers have developed much more nuanced characters, and we’re beginning to see “new” types of female characters that really are just based on living, breathing, real people, but the backlash and fear of it is often there too.

It’s very easy for people to hate a female character. Just look at any popular series and go to reddit. If by some miracle there’s more than one female character in the main cast, chances are there are individuals complaining about her.

Hell, they’ll complain even if she’s the only female character.

(The phrase Mary Sue will appear often. If it does not make you want to boil with rage at the outright hypocrisy when compared with every mainstream male character I invite you to walk into the ocean.)

Lastly, before we begin, this is solely about Egwene. I can just as easily get into every single character in the series and how they also display negative characteristics but then we’re going to be here for ten years. I specifically said Egwene when I kicked the hive and I’m going to see how well my argument is supported by the source material.

So, Egwene.

Why does she get under my skin? How is she any more arrogant than the other characters in the series? What about her do I find troubling and ultimately dangerous? Am I biased because she was mean to my poor little meow meow trash son Gawyn?

Let us start with our first introduction to Egwene, through the eyes of a very, very smitten Rand. (To be fair, I would also be smitten. Just because I don’t particularly like her doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be half in love with her in ten minutes.) We know through later POV’s that Egwene has admitted that he is easy to manipulate so it is difficult not to allow that to color this transaction now, but let us try.

She begins by mimicking Nynaeve, a figure of authority, perhaps to see the effect it has. This is a trait she carries on throughout the series until she no longer needs to mimic and instead becomes the one who is mimicked.

But she soon shifts focus to staring at Rand, unsettling him because he has a crush the size of a solar system and it’s so obvious Perrin and Mat leave him to his fate. They flirt a little before Egwene reveals her now braided hair.

This is a very calculated move, and it feels planned, on her part. A test. But what is she testing?

Being a young, unmarried man in a small village that definitely pushes traditional values, Rand senses a trap here but it’s not what he’s expecting. I think this gives us a very key piece of information about Egwene early on. We think this is her Hint Hint moment, only for her to pull the rug out and mention not only does she want to become a Wisdom, a woman who seldom marries, but that she’ll likely have to travel to a different village in order to do so because Nynaeve isn’t going to retire any time soon. Egwene is telling us that she wants more.

Queue Belle song.

We also see some of her arrogance here. “She says I have a talent, that I can learn to listen to the wind. Nynaeve says not all Wisdoms can, even if they say they do.” When Rand fails to be suitably impressed, we get the very word used that I have mentioned already: dangerous.

Again, we’re seeing character traits I originally brought up: manipulative, arrogant, dangerous. She strikes me very much as the type of person who plans encounters in her head before they happen. That isn’t a bad thing - as the most socially anxious person ever I do this as well as a way to ease my anxiety and plan for everything I can think of - I am simply making an observation. This does not feel like a casual, unplanned conversation on Egwene’s part.

(Manipulative behavior in and of itself also isn’t inherently negative, most human interaction is based on it.)

Yet this moment isn’t Egwene gently letting Rand down either is it? Because Rand - puppy that he is - mentions he’d never see her again and she’s back to vaguely suggesting it’s not like he cares. Because we only see it from his perspective, it’s hard to know if she shuts down ultimately because the conversation didn’t go how she’d planned, or if her temper really did get the better of her.

Was she angry he didn’t demand they wed? That didn’t demand she not become a Wisdom? What was her ultimate goal here? Did she have one? Because of her age, I highly doubt Egwene is some crazy, master manipulator of Hannibal Lecter proportions. She’s not even on level 1 of that crazy train; I doubt she even knows where the station is. Not yet.

My perception here is she’s likely conflicted and confused about what she wants, and angry that Rand isn’t giving her anything to act on. He isn’t saying no, so she can’t dig her heels in. He isn’t offering to marry her so she can’t react to that either. He’s simply saying he’d never see her again, and what’s she to do with that? Egwene very much is a character who wants to act, and right now she has nothing to fuel her to action.

We do get the idea that Egwene is sensitive, perhaps overly so. Does she feel the limitations of the Two Rivers? How small their world is? Do their recent visitors make her feel equally small and therefore her fuse is shorter than normal?

I do want to mention here that I do not want to dismiss Egwene’s cleverness, or her own abilities when it comes to gleaning information from others. Yes, she’s eavesdropping in this moment, but even before she was reading Rand and the others like braille, which is a skill that should not be undervalued.

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v-arbellanaris · 2 years

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Not to nitpick on a personal rant, or revive your previous annoyance, but you've mentioned that Anders refers to Hawke as "one bright light in Kirkwall", instead of "one bright light in [his life]", but it was actually both! Former being a response to Hawke agreeing to get Ser Alrik's ass (unromanced) and the later is from Questioning Beliefs from Act III (romanced). 1/2

It my native language, "the light of one's life" is a very popular pet name, when conveyed by a single word, that translates to "[my] sun". It's also considered to be one of the most endearing ones. I've never seen someone find it repulsive before, leave alone if that someone is your partner of 3 years (unless they simply just hate pet names). I'm bringing up this random funfact because I feel somewhat guilty for this entire fandom stir, as it was my ask that OP was responding to 😔😔😔. 2/2

OH YOU'RE RIGHT!!! thanks for the correction! i forgot about that particular instance in act 3; it's been a while since my da2 pts, im currently redoing an origins run for Mood for my wip lol

hopefully this doesnt stir more stuff bc im content to let it lie now (like im annoyed but ive already blocked op so whatever), but i'll place the next bits after a cut just in case

for context: when he calls you the one bright light in his life in act 3, it's after the quest, justice, where he's setting things up for act 3's finale. specifically, that quest starts with him giving his valuables away to varric -- a clear indication of his suicidality/expectation that he's going to die by the end of this. he tells you, on the friendship romance route, you are the most important thing in my life, but some things are more important than my life. the entire speech is him trying to explain himself in a roundabout way, so that when things play out, you don't blame yourself for his actions or for not stopping him, so that you don't think you didn't matter to him at all/never mattered, because you did. he tells you, "you are the one bright light in my life. never blame yourself for what will happen." after like. four years together. seven years of knowing each other. he thinks he's going to die -- and in some pts, DOES die -- and he tries to make sure you know that you were really, truly loved, that he meant everything he said to you about caring for you, that this relationship mattered to him. like... every time that quest plays, i have to pause and take a breather or else i'm going to cry. lit just thinking about it makes my heart hurt.

i genuinely can't see how it's manipulative, or toxic? is it just me??? this is literally his goodbye to you, unless you spare him in the end and he goes with you to the gallows. this is what he wants his last words to be to you; a reminder that he loves you and that you shouldn't blame yourself for his actions.

i have similar petnames in my mother tongue, too. and i agree re: it being the most loving term of endearment. (u should also. Drop the term of endearment. if u want. so we can collectively adopt it for a/nders.) but the way OP phrased it doesn't seem to indicate any issues with petnames but rather the fact he said it at all which is really...

it's just really... aggravating? weird? idk? to me that this person cherry-picked it as "he calls you the one bright light in his life which is soooo toxic"

........ like. the implication here is that it's toxic because he's depressed? and depressed, suicidal people who tell you that you're the only thing keeping them going is some kind of.. terrible, awful manipulation tactic and not a desperate cry for IMMEDIATE help? as though he's holding his mental state over you, threatening you with it in order to get compliance or something? like if this is the friendship romance route, it's so weird that the apparent critique here is that anders... expects you to care about him/and cares about you? they just like. ignored the entire context around both times. even in my first blind da2 pt (my first romance was bela), when i got to that scene, i IMMEDIATELY felt concern on his behalf not alarm that he was somehow manipulating me?

and most of the post is like that. just... cherry-picking random things and blowing them out of proportion/making it out to be something he's not. like the entire post was just... shitting on an/ders for being a romance option? like. if you hate all the romantic aspects of the andersmance, you literally have four whole other options for a romance -- and we already know exactly who op prefers because they can't seem to stop themselves from constantly comparing the two romances, or rather, specifically, using the apparent "toxicity" of h/anders to prop up fe/nhawke -- like. go romance someone else then lol

also. i dont think you should feel guilty for anything. its kinda obv from OP's post that they'd had this in their mind for a long while (even tho it's not a fresh take by any stretch of the imagination) bc i saw other posts on my dash that i rolled my eyes at from them w similar phrasing for how they believed h/anders was toxic [in comparison to f/enhawke] & the implication that h/anders was somehow inherently inferior to f/enhawke as a ship. so. ultimately, disappointed but not surprised. this was likely inevitable the moment their blog gained traction by interacting w proa/nders blogs & content lol

#op was literally like *asks a/nders out on a date* hm. toxic of you to say yes :/#JUST ROMANCE SOMEONE ELSE LOL #'i acknowledge jen hepler did some ableist shit when writing him but im also going to parrot that ableist shit and pretend it's acceptable #bc it comes from a ''fan'' this time'#well whatever i guess there's no accounting for taste #thanks for the ask. i have SOOO many feelings about anders and rewatching that scene gave me a cathartic cry after a shit day #HENNYWAYS. back to fic see u guys later #asks #vee.txt #suicide ment /#depression ment /#ive been bad abt tagging shit like this properly im so sorry

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FYI...if you think season 3 of Bridgerton is being received negatively probably are in a bubble or hypersensitive to anything negative. This season is getting online engagement far greater than season 2. It hasn't aired so in the end who knows about streaming numbers, netflix if cagey on releasing those most of the time anyway. Vast majority are excited. That really isn't up for debate because I go to pretty much every social forum.

Now when it was announced it was their season? That was different. You had Benedict fans furious, they still are really but it's been two year's and most tune them out now and the media played that up at the time. But the media is engaged with this season now so not an issue.

The Kanthony stans? Well everyone in the fandom knows what they are like and they speak for no one but themselves. They've always inflated their own self importance as well, even though season 2 never matched season 1's numbers they pretended otherwise.

I'm not really concerned about the season being a success, it will be. Where it stacks up on numbers next to first two I dunno but the social engagement is too high and too positive to be anything by a good indicator will do well.

I just find those discussions kind of out of synch with the reality of how well received this season is right now. I'm more interested in calling out the toxic people who have attacked the actors personally myself. They have no power over the season being a hit, it will be. They wasted two year's of their life fighting a losing battle on that one.

It's also a way to fill time while waiting for the show to air because I am and will forever be mad at Netflix delaying it then splitting it in two parts. They don't get to lecture on patience when wait 2 and a half year's to air with a year of that them saying "coming soon". I think I have permanent trauma over that phrase, I see red now when those words pop up. This is why I always tried not to get involved in streaming shows. But there are so few good shows on network tv these days weren't a lot of options and you can only watch old tv shows so many times before needing new content.

This really is the fault of those opening lines of Whistledown in season 1. Comparing herself as a scribbling writer to a canine. I can't help it, I'm a sucker for a clever line. I really never meant to get involved in a Shonda Rhimes production. I hate really soapy shows in general and prevalence of breakup and cheating. I avoided it two seasons but the books guaranteed certain outcomes each season and the soapy thing isn't as annoying when in a regency background. And again...I fell in love with the concept of Lady Whistledown as the narrator especially when realized Julie Andrews was the narrator. And the cast was so good so here I am.

I'm still hoping they find a way to keep Whistledown another season. And I love the Bridgerton's even if hate them sometimes too so I want all the actors to stay. I think at least for season 4 all are signed on, well, except Phoebe. So at least have more season with the majority of them

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marylouexpress · 2 years

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I feel love

One of the most special things to experience is to witness everything falling into place, all of a sudden, right before your eyes. When your heart truly calls for it, it really becomes a matter of time and persistency until magic takes place. Love is the secret ingredient and letting go is the secret weapon.

Isn’t it funny how simple the ultimate dynamic actually works? And yet so hard to put it into perspective sometimes. Ever since Gili, I’ve understood I am the ultimate designer of my reality. I am who emanates and receives the energy that will flow inside of me. I choose the way I see things - and that has an undeniable and direct effect on what it is that I see.

I also am very aware that every single day - better yet, every single second - is a chance to turn it all around. And recently I also came face to face with the realization that although this is a blessing, it doesn’t mean I should take time for granted. We’re only getting older, after all.

So why do I let myself block my heart so tightly at times? Oh, yeah, that’s what has been going on. It is a recent discovery - isn’t it great how a book you’ve been carrying around for some time can become the handiest ally in a moment of (re)englighment? Thanks, David, untethered soul and “human father on the road”.

I guess I’m still working on these answers and I’m sure I’ll gradually figure my shit out, but that’s not the point. As David wisely once said, the Father is always down the road waiting for you to come back to him. And that’s what I went for, officially, that day I went for a walk by the river down mom’s place.

And there you go. Magic. Love. Sincronicity. Joy. Letting go... just to make room for some more love. And peace.

Last night I was up until late talking to Christer, Jonathan White and Marcel - kinda one perfectly followed by the other, in a way that I had 3 consecutive engaging conversations. All so interesting, where we were talking out such truths and opening up in such a genuine, wonderful way. And the most beautiful part is that they all expressed their appreciation for me so openly and unpretenciously. It FILLED my heart with love. It helped my heart open up more - so much that I could even feel more love for myself.

Christer said I am a super-human, a really strong woman, intelligent, determined and “fucking incredible”.

Then Jonathan said he had never met someone like me before and that he didn’t realize (nor appreciate) how special I was until we went separate ways. He said he only understood the whole “me being a free spirit” thing long after our adventure had happened. And then he expressed how special those days we were together turned out to be for him and how much of a beautiful mark I’ve left on him.

And as if my heart wasn’t warm and fuzzy enough, Marcel said the very same phrase about 1h later. “I’ve never met someone like you before”. That just really boosts your spirit’s energy. I must be doing something right, right? Gotta stop letting my mind get so nasty to myself sometimes. I asked Marcel to ellaborate and he just sent a beautiful voice note because “it would’ve been too complex to write” - and the ellaboration included (in a very german accent that I somehow adore instead of getting annoyed by, just because it’s him): “warm hearted”, “beautiful person”,and he mentioned everything was perfect for a few weeks because we had so much freedom and were on the same frequency. Organic and natural. And then he said he would be keen to come to Brazil, and that if he doesn’t make it he’ll come visit in Spain. “If you live there we could definitely see each other twice a year, hanging out with you again would be a dream”.

My heart was just pumping with love. Open. Happy. Grateful for the memories, experiences, beautiful souls I’ve had the opportunity to cross paths with. I even let myself tear up a bit when I realized how bloody lucky I am to have survived my near-death experience with Marcel. Talking to him about it made me realize how close I actually was from not being here writing this very text right now. It’s fucking mad!

I don’t know if he’ll come this way. I don’t know when I’ll have the chance to go out dancing with Johnathan again (“and everything that comes afterwards”, including myself getting up for work and he secretly wanting to get me back in bed cos he thought it was hot). I don’t know what kind of connection me and Dal Bianco will have (I do know we’re meeting soon tho). What I know is that I am appreciative of all of it anyways. I feel the love. And being grateful for it will keep it coming. It’ll keep on giving, because it always does when your heart is this open.

I also know I once wrote a text while I was in Mexico City wishing for Salim to take me to NYC eventually... Hoping it wasn’t all just talk. I guess when people are wide awake, real to one another and in sync, we do our part for the Universe to allign the stars in our favor. And I’m commited to manifesting some shooting stars, honey.

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I really liked the kid naruto idea !

Its really cute and make my cold heart melt!!❤

Can we have some more of with the kind stranger ...

Hmm maybe the reaction of the village ?!

BUT what if the reader has dead ?? (you can ignore this)

I rally like your writing!! And this idea became my favorite!!!🥰

(I apologizeif im beingannoying it'sjust the first time I ask for something here😓)

Hello, I'm so glad you like the child!Naruto AU, and thank you so much for your compliment 😳🥰 Also, you're not annoying at all!!

Let me give you a few headcanons for the AU!

Naruto's first birthday with the kind stranger is one of his most precious memories. If Harry Potter style magic existed in this world, that memory would be the one Naruto used to conjure a patronus.

He and the kind stranger couldn't leave the house because of the violence Naruto is often the target of on his birthday.

So, the kind stranger did all the gift and food shopping in advance, and then on Naruto's birthday, they locked the door and had a pyjama day! Trying to spin it to make it look like they decided to stay inside, not that they had to stay inside.

They make dinner together, homemade ramen of course! And Naruto has a little stool to stand on so that he can reach the counter 🥺

Naruto gets lots of new toys and clothes!!!

And then the kind stranger brings out a bright orange cake with frog decorations, a handful of candles lit and ready for a wish.

Naruto wishes that the kind stranger never leaves him.

The kind stranger has a photo of Naruto sitting in front of his cake, tears streaming down his face but with a huge grin. They keep the photo by their bedside. Naruto has a photo of him sitting on the kind stranger's lap as he opens presents and also a photo of his cake both framed in his room.

If Naruto had thirty seconds to save things from a fire, he would go for the photos first and foremost.

(For his 18th birthday, the kind stranger (who's basically Naruto's parent at this point) gives him a collage of photos from all the birthdays they've celebrated together. It's honestly so heart warming to see how the number of people in the photo's increases every year.)

Sometimes, the kind stranger reads Naruto to sleep, but this can backfire because he gets invested in the story and stays awake. But when they sing... Naruto falls asleep immediately.

There's something about lullabies that make Naruto feel so safe and warm and sleepy.

I like to think that the kind stranger has a really nice voice too.

And this next part may be going too far but I don't care, because I love this headcanon 😤

The kind stranger also sort of ends up adopting the rest of team seven too.

Maybe they get called into the academy because Naruto got into a fight with Sasuke and they realise how isolated and mentally unwell Sasuke is, and they obviously have a penchant for attracting strays, so they start by inviting Sasuke over for dinner as an apology for Naruto's behaviour in the fight.

They phrase it in a way that causes Sasuke' ingrained Uchiha politeness to kick in and begrudgingly accept.

And slowly but steadily, they start to bring Sasuke under their wing, something Naruto is upset about at first, but when they explain it to him how sad Sasuke is, Naruto's bleeding heart and hero complex kicks in and he's on board, bringing extra lunch for Sasuke at school sometimes.

And once Naruto joins team 7, Sasuke is coming over to train more and more often with Naruto, and you make him bring Sakura over too.

And lo and behold, another stray puppy to psuedo adopt. Sakura does have parents of course, but they are quite removed from the shinobi life, and I headcanon that Sakura butts heads with her parents because she doesn't act like a civilian in a lot of ways.

So the kind stranger teaches her about nutrition, getting her off the diet, and shops with her for nice looking but more hardy and flexible clothes for missions.

And last but not least....

Kakashi.

His whole team waxes lyrical about this person.

And he knows who they are of course, he's been on Naruto's protection detail many times. He's never met them in person though, because he always arrives late after they've dropped Naruto off at the training ground.

But eventually he gets curious and accepts a team dinner invitation.

And the kind stranger is like... oooh? What's this? Another stray puppy?? An older one sure, but a stray nonetheless.

So they start operation 'bring Kakashi into the family!'

And because it would be the cutest thing ever, I like to think that Kakashi and the kind stranger fall in love.

Now, it's one hell of a slow burn because of all of Kakashi's issues and the way the plot goes, but the connection is there immediately, and it only continues to grow until Kakashi and the kind stranger get mated after the war.

And Kakashi belongs to a family. Sasuke belongs to a family. Naruto belongs to a family. And Sakura belongs with a family who accepts every part of her.

And you know that Kakashi and the kind stranger look after Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura's pups when they have to work or need a break.

And the kind stranger uses their lovely voice to sing Sasuke to sleep after his nightmares, to calm Kakashi down from panic attacks, the soothe Naruto to sleep and to relax Sakura after a mission.

Just....

Cuteness all round.

(Hope that scratched the young Naruto itch, anon!! <3<3<3)

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