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O-OH..?

Isolated voice line of Astarion saying "please" You're welcome <3

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gave me a very good idea to write something down(oooh so many words in my head, they just wanna burst out)

cw: MDNI, mentions of s3xual assault, mention of sex, Astarion's past, you/your pronouns for Tav/reader

"what do we have here, darling? you can't possibly be so tense under me."

His words brought you out of the daze you were in, mind clouded with thoughts you realized you did not manage to bury for the rest of your life.

It didn't take you much time to fall for Astarion, his wit, his humor, everything about him seemed so endearing for a vampire. Ever since he felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable with you about Cazador and the terrible things he had subjected your lover to, you promised yourself that you will give him everything he deserved. You gave him love, taught him about bodily autonomy, the opportunity to not consent to something he doesn't like, defended him against people like Araj who don't even consider him as a person of his own, even let him experience having control while making love. But something about the latest level of intimacy you two did bothered you. No, not Astarion, but the act of sex itself.

It had become an almost daily routine for the both of you to rest in any one of your tents for the night and cuddle, perhaps indulge in something naughty. At first, you agreed to let your partner feed from you when the idea arose. You wanted to let him drink fresh blood, not survive off some mere rat blood. But the moment he had held onto you and lowered his face down to your neck, you found yourself getting rigid. Your body froze, eyes wide open as you forgot to take your next breath.

What was happening? You had never felt this way with your lover before. He had the permission to hold you, kiss you, cuddle you, even make love. You always felt yourself warm up at his sudden physical acts of affection. Then why were you this scared when he was so close to you again?

"You know I can't, or rather won't, bite you if you're shivering and spasming, my sweet."

You didn't notice when he had taken his lips off your neck, staring at you with a rather confused look. His scarlet irises made it known that he was hurt, maybe he was overstepping the boundaries you had. Were you scared of him?

"Please don't tell me I'm scaring you, darling. That's the last thing I want-"

"No no NO! You aren't..it's just.."

You lids fluttered, the corners of your eyes immediately filling up with tears. The look on your face alarmed him and he stopped hovering over you, this time sitting by your side and taking your hand in his. Even though his skin was cold, he tried his best to give you space and comfort both at that moment, his thumb gently rubbing over your knuckles.

You sat up, aggressively wiping off your tears and turning to him as if you had to explain yourself before he mistook your behavior as being scared of him. You weren't afraid of your lover, you knew he would never touch you in any way you don't want to be touched. But something in you stopped you from feeling comfortable when he was hovering over you, it reminded you of someone you didn't want to.

"I-I can't do...this.."

Hot tears continued to roll down your eyes and your silently sobbed, Astarion's usual smile missing from his face. He didn't know how to comfort you, he thought that his plan was rolling smoothly.

"I...I must've mistook how you felt, darling. Perhaps it was wrong for me to think that you want me."

"I DO!"

Your hands stopped him from leaving, and he stayed. He stayed sat on your bedroll beside you, wanting to listen. You stayed when he was pouring all of his hurt out, it was his turn.

"I do want you...but..i-it scares me.."

"What scares you, darling? Maybe we can be a bit specific."

"Intimacy..."

He is surprised. Intimacy scared you? You? The person who would never refuse him a night of passion when he asked, the person who would always give him someone to touch and hold, was afraid of intimacy?

"But you never say no to me."

"That's because I have to.."

"HAVE TO? I thought you did it because you wanted it. To me, it looked like I had to continue acts of affection because you won't love me otherwise."

"I thought if I didn't let you, you won't love me either..."

You didn't know if the sound Astarion let out was a scoff or a laugh, but it seemed like both of you thought of the same thing. He took both of your hands and brought them close to his lips, eye up at you for a confirmation. After you gave a little nod, he gently kissed your knuckles one by one before fixing his eyes on you again, with a sympathetic look this time.

"I would never tell you to do something you don't like, my sweet. I know how it feels, to not have control over a situation when it involves your body. And trust me, no matter how hungry or aroused I am, you will not find me touching you if you don't want it."

Tears started pooling in your eyes and flooded your cheeks again, your arms wrapped around him in a loose embrace as you cried your heart out. He held you so lovingly, not worrying about his tunic getting wet. All that mattered was his lover was safe in his arms.

"I was touched...once, in a very wrong way. It was a lover and..he never respected that sometimes, I just didn't want to be touched. He would force me to have sex and threatened to leave if I didn't let him use my body. He was always so rough with me, never caring if it hurt me or not."

Astarion's breath hitched, he knew what you were talking about. He had gone through the pain of not owning the right to his own body. His hold on you tightened and he couldn't help but press a long kiss on your temple.

"My lips and my fangs may graze your neck, but know that i won't let a single drop spill out of you if you don't want it, my dear. I can wait for decades, if not centuries, for you."

proofread ✓ pearly venus, 16:42 240427

“I never understood what made your lips on my neck such an intimate affair.

Until your teeth grazed my pulse and I realized,

You could tear open my throat and make me bleed out in your arms.

But instead, you chose to kiss.”

#pearly venus #astarion ancunin #bg3 #bg3 astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #hurt/comfort

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HIS HUSKY VOICE GODDAMN-

love of my life🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

#pearly venus thoughts #kyle gaz garrick

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*smirks and rubs hands deviously*

cw: fem!reader, slight mention of smut, 18+ MDNI

"It had come to our attention that you have harmed government property, ma'am. We request you to not do it again."

"I-I'm sorry?"

"Your husband, Sergeant Soap Mactavish, was spotted having a visible love bite on his neck, which was being a distraction to other soldiers. As his superiors, we cannot allow your private matters to affect the performance of others."

"O-Oh, yes. Yes I'll..I'll remember it next time. My apologies, sir."

"Have a good day, ma'am."

Your cheeks were more than red when you heard the click of the phone call being ended, a hand over your mouth at the thought of your husband walking around with the deep purple mark you sucked on his neck. You remembered it again when your husband came home as you were done plating dinner on the table. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Missed ya, bonnie."

Seeing your cheeks visibly red, Soap smirked and leaned closer. He cradled your chin, bringing you to look directly into his eyes.

"Is my missus excited to see me?"

"Your c-captain called today morning."

His heart instantly dropped, Price called his wife and didn't let him know?

"What did he say?"

"You were walking around with uh..uhm...well-"

You let your fingers brush along his neck and he instantly realized why. That last night of passion between you two before his deployment left visible marks not only on your body, but his as well. He could remember how fucked up your face looked under him, the feeling of your nails digging on his back was heavenly. He meant to let out a chuckle, but a snort came out instead.

"Johnny! It's not funny! Can you imagine how embarrassed I was, listening to your captain telling me that I shouldn't give you a hickey?!"

Soap just sat down on a chair and slapped his thigh, chortling with a hearty laugh. He could imagine his bonnie all flushed, being told not to place a hickey on him again. Amidst your whining and complaining, he just grabbed and pulled you closer. You instantly shut up as you were held tightly against him, his head on your tummy and hands gently rubbing your back.

"Dinnae worry, pretty girl. Will give that wanker a piece 'a me next time."

I'm just... gonna leave this here...

*silently slinks away*

Pls tag me if someone hears my call and writes something

#pearly venus #cod #soap cod #johnny soap mactavish #cod soap #johnny mactavish #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #soap x reader

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OKAY SO WHEN I OPEN TUMBLR, THE FIRST FIC I COME ACROSS IS AN ANGST UGH HOW MUCH TEARS DO I HAVE TO SHED

[Always By Your Side] (TF141*Reader)

you can decide which TF141 men he is, but I imagine he’s Ghost (I’m truly sorry Simon). A short drabble you can read when u are sitting on the toilet for 1 minute/j.

word count: 414

He’s not good at this, but after you leave, He starts folding the origami stars just like you.

His hands are big, clumsy, the paper slips out of his hands tons of times, but he searches the tutorial, redoing it again and again.

The first few stars aren’t good, crooked edges, uneven portions, unlike yours you gave him.

He doesn’t give up, carefully folding the stars, and they become better each time he finishes one.

The stars start to make into a pile. He puts them into a glass jar just like how you stored them.

“It’s beautiful, right? watching different colors cluster together, just like the rainbow.”

He recalls the memory whilst doing another star.

The times he’s not training, supervising or on missions, he locks himself in his quarter, creating those little stars that he used to sit beside you, looking at his phone while you fixated on making them.

Finally, he watches the jar being filled with the stars, mostly your favorite color, and he puts his jar beside the one you gifted him.

- - - - - -

“Paper stars?” He hears the clerk mumbles when she is scanning the barcode on the paper strips for checkout.

“Oh, it’s just rare to see someone making these nowadays.” She sees him blink at her with confusion. “years ago young girls love to make them, there’s a saying that if you fold 1000 stars, the wish you wrote inside will come true.”

The words after that fly over his mind, he rushes back to his car, tapping at the steering wheel when all he can think about now is—

You said you were making 1000 stars before.

He stumbles back to his quarter, doesn’t care about the recruits’ curious eyes as he shuts the door behind him, taking your jar and opening it.

Every star was obviously made with patience, shaped in a perfect pentagon, that’s why he never dared to touch them, afraid of ruining them.

but this time, he picks one up with trembling fingers, and slowly unfolds the purple star.

“I hope I can live long enough, staying by his side until we both become old, if I don’t, I hope these stars can help me protect him.”

He stares at the words neatly written on the inner of the paper, and tries to focus on the handwriting, but all he can do is just letting his vision become blurry, choke back a sob as he grasps the star and slumps to the floor.

Not killing Reader in my fics: mission impossible

#pearly venus thoughts #cod imagine

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my love language 😋

sensory toy Simon

cw: none, word salad

Big boyfriend Simon who is an immovable object vs you his unstoppable force

very used to sitting or standing in one spot while you play with his fingers, bite his palms, put your cold hands under his shirt.

swats your hands away like moths when you're trying to grab his chest, but eventually grabs your wrists and puts them right on his chest

honk honk

"like em? got em just for you"

hes talking about his tits btw

hes covered in bites from you. especially his forearms.

let's you pet his short hair if you're relaxing together. asks you to scratch his scalp by lowering his head.

cute aggression but for a 6'4 mountain of a man. grabbing his face, biting his cheeks, squeezing bear hugs.

"y'done?"

bite bite bite

#pearly venus thoughts #simon riley x reader

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i need the next part like RIGHT NOW, THIS IS SO GOOD

part 1 of regency era!ghost x reader

noodled from this. warnings: angst, forced/arranged marriage, emotional neglect, Simon being an absolute dick.

you weren't an idiot. you knew better than to expect love from an arranged marriage. if watching your parents' has taught you anything, it's to not have such high hopes for something so impossible to achieve.

but at the very least, you hoped for some level of cooperation. a hint of companionship. a friendship, perhaps.

your husband has been so cold from the very beginning. he met you the day of the wedding. you both said your vows, kissed and briefly danced for the court to witness. after that, there was a few moments of the consummation of the marriage and you were sent on your way after that was over with.

it was difficult to adjust to his indifference, despite what you've been told. you thought that you would be the exception to it, that you would be treated with a hint of warmth, considering that you were going to spend the rest of your life with him.

but there was no such warmth nor care spared for you. you even doubt it was spared for his mistress too, but at least she seemed to be enjoying herself in his bed, which did break your heart even more. the thought of his infidelity did hurt, but it was to be expected. he is a king, after all. kings to whatever they want. and whatever needs you can't meet, he's surely finding them elsewhere.

yet you still tried. you tried your best to be a good queen, a good wife. despite what you've been told about his first love, about the woman he lost to another man, you attempted to be something he can look forward to at the end of the day.

you wore dresses that were in his favourite colour. sprayed all sorts of perfumes to make sure you smelled nice for him. kept your hair prim and proper so he might notice. wore jewellery that you thought he might find pretty on your skin.

left flowers in his study to brighten his day. sometimes sunflowers, sometimes roses, sometimes daisies. it was trial and constant error, just hoping that he might tell you his favourite ones so you can stick to those, but he never did.

the only reason you stopped doing so was because one of the maids heard him muttering complaints about how the flowers clutter his desk. alright. no flowers then. man needs to work hard and he needs all the space he can get.

but you were determined to brighten his study. so you painted the sunset for him. painted the sunrise, painted the night sky, painted the moon and stars for him, but he never even took the time to even look at one of those paintings. the canvases were left in the corner of the room and thrown away, per his request.

you even put all your violin lessons to use in trying to impress him, but it was all in vain.

read all his favourite books to try and open a fruitful conversation about them, only for him to shut you down when he lashes out and tells you "you will never be her".

a moment of silence passes as the tears we'll in your eyes before he commands you to leave the room because he can "barely hear his own thoughts with all that chattering".

yes, that one did sting. your shoulders dropped and your cheerful expression broke ever so slightly before you hid it with neutrality. you bowed and walked away, as per his demand request.

that was what stopped you from trying. if he found your presence that much of a hinderance to his peace, then you guess there's no point in trying to be friends with him at all.

from there on, you spoke less. in his presence and the presence of others. being a burden to anyone never sat right with you and his words aggriviated that train of thought, so you just tried not to ramble, tried not to fidget too much under the gaze of the lords and ladies and even the servants. kept your thoughts to yourself and only applied what was necessary and what was required of you. kept a blank stare at the ceiling and numbed your mind while you both performed in your monthly mandatory marital duties, waiting for him to jerk his hips and fill your womb with his spend then you'd be on your way.

at some point, you'd even given up those visits under the guise of faint illnesses and you hadn't heard a single word about it from the king. you figured it was because he most likely relished your absence, or didn't notice it at all.

either way, you were tired.

exhausted of giving one hundred percent of yourself and getting less than half in return. you've had to endure it with your parents, with your siblings and now your husband. if you could not be first or even second or third choice in anyone's heart, then you'd rather not be a choice at all.

unbeknownst to you, the moment you pulled away was when he started to notice you.

unbeknownst to you, Simon had gotten so used to your presence outside of his bed chambers that he felt somewhat pinched by the lack of it.

his desk didn't have a new boquet of flowers sitting in their vase anymore. the air lacked a particular sweetness in your absence. something about your scent and the sound of your voice telling him about the little details of your paintings that just... soothed the voices in his head.

Simon didn't want to admit that he found you charming. it felt like he was betraying the woman he loved. the woman who sailed out of the country once she'd gotten married and wished him well in life.

but the fact of the matter is that you were a stark reminder that even a king has responsibilities. you were the reason why he couldn't even have his freedom. yet somehow, after many moons, his freedom started to take shape in the form of your smile.

so much so that he tried to seek it out. eight months after he'd yelled at you and took a knife to you heart.

only to be met with a startled expression and a tense posture one breakfast morning.

he remembers the painful silence of that day in the gardens. the brief glance you cast to your handmaiden as if to say "what the fuck is he doing here???" not to mention the little shrug from your handmaiden telling you that she has absolutely no idea and she's just as shocked as you are before setting your wide eyes on him, a half-chewed biscuit stuck between your delicate fingers. the pure terror in your eyes because this has never happened before and you're unprepared for such an unprecedented event.

this being him coming to see you in the morning. or ever. this being him sitting down with you for breakfast before the painstaking day begins.

he wasn't prepared for the way your fear and confusion twisted something in his chest. even more so when he realized how quiet you suddenly were around him. never speaking more than ten words. never looking directly at his eyes anymore. sitting so stiffly in your chair with your hands on your lap that he couldn't reach out to attempt to comfort you.

you were polite to him, however. he thinks that might be the worst part. if you'd been angry or upset, he might have felt more comfortable to offer apologies and promises of reparation, but he's not sure how to proceed when he's faced with a wall of quiet fear.

he's not deterred, though. he's done being an ass to you and he should start making amends.

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#pearly venus thoughts

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fr like is the imagination only reserved for the spicy parts? are people not reading books the way they're supposed to be read?

I’m so sorry but in the nicest way possible do yall actually read books or just read words??? Cause I’ve been seeing that trend of people not understanding how “snarled” and “eyes darkened” and “eyes softened” etc. was used in a book and like…

Genuinely, do yall just not have imagination?? Or not understand figurative language??? Also eyes do literally darken and soften have you not lived a life??? How do you read with no imagination? Is this how you get through so many books in one month - you simply don’t take the time the understand the words as they are read?

#pearly venus rants

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OOF THIS UNLEASHED SOMETHING INSIDE OF ME

you know the one trope i absolutely hate but i'm absolutely addicted to? angsty fics where in an arranged marriage, the wife slowly coming to grips with the fact that she will never be what her husband wants, no matter how hard she tries. that she will never amount to his first love (that he lost due to death or her getting married to someone else), that she will never make him happy no matter what she does or how she does it. then months, if not years, after they got married, then the husband slowly notices his wife and how beautiful and funny and how kind she is and he slowly falls in love long after the fact that she's given up fighting for their marriage and has settled into a cordial yet distant relationship with him.

and she's immediately uncomfortable and terrified the minute he tries to initiate any sort of intimacy (besides what's required) and begins to court her like she's someone he'd actually want to be with because it's so out of character for him and why now after so long? what's his game? what's the point to all this?

which is exactly what you go through with regency era King Simon Riley :)

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oh god. as someone who has been reading since 5 years of age, this is why i shy away from telling people that i read. they assume i'm a booktoker who wants to read about having seggs with a door

booktok videos should be categorized as some sort of threat to public health

#pearly venus rants #booktok #like what

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i just got my FUCKING PERIOD AAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHHHH IT HURTS SO MUCH. I NEED A KYLE GARRICK TO CUDDLE MEEEEEE

pls drop some ghost and gaz period comfort fics for me :')

#pearly venus rants #please please please

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i have a similar(but not exactly the same) fic on a topic like this!

it's titled Traitor, do check it out <3

what about a fic where he 141 are dealing with something Big; information is doctored, intel is wrong, enemies have infiltrated and fucked up the TFs intelleigence. they're in danger, the mission is compromised, their safety is compromised. someone is feeding them false information and they don't have any idea until it'll be too late.

up on the screen is your face, big red letters plastered over a picture of you indicated that you're a threat. you're associated with the enemy, how could that be possible?

simon is reeling - you're not even involved in the military or anything. you're a civilian, a librarian. a shy, quiet little thing that had looked like you were gonna faint right then and there when simon riley stood at your counter with a stack of books for the first time.

you couldn't possibly be involved. but the intel couldn't be wrong.

soap, gaz, and price all give him sickeningly pitiful looks like they feel sorry for the fool for falling for your tricks. simon is seething.

when you're awoken by a loud crash of your front door being broken down, you don't even get the chance to see who your assailants are before a black hood is shoved over your head. the ringing in your ears and your utter panic keep you from hearing the familiar voice of your husband calling you a traitor. you don't hear the sounds of the men you've grown to love na trust over the years discussing how they have to punish you...torture a confession out of you for this vile act that they have no idea is false information ):

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my bf <3333333

[Touchy feely] [tf141 headcanons]

(Romantic impied Task force 141 boys x gender neutral!reader headcanons :))

Summary: Being the sweetheart of the task force means the boys are not shy about the fact that they're all simps and always want some sort of contact with you at all times.

Consists of romantic/suggestive headcanons for each of the guys and little things they do with you <3

Words: about 1.5k (this was supposed to be short, whoops)

Warnings/Info: Can be read separately but it is intended that they all harbor feelings for you at the same time, possibly out of character for everyone, some swearing, the guys manhandle you, as always, let me know if I miss something!

Thinking about how each of the boys is so touchy with you, it doesn't matter where you are or who you're with, they're shameless.

Other units and teams who will sometimes share the base with 141 know better than to ask questions or directly say anything to one of the guys or you for that matter. Not that they could anyway, seeing as you always have at least one of them attached to your hip.

Price:

Anyone who walks into Price's office late at night to turn something in is used to seeing you next to the Captain on the little dingy loveseat he has in there.

John is usually smoking a cigar, taking care to not blow smoke your way while your head is resting on his shoulder. Your eyes closed as you hum at his words. It's terribly domestic for a military base.

John likes to gently play with your hair while he speaks about missions he's been on, always somehow trying to braid despite not knowing how to for jack shit, whether it because it's you or just the mindless motion, he's not willing to say.

John will usually walk you back to your room after dinner or time in his office unless he's swamped with work.

A small hand on the small of your back while he leads you. It's always a respectable touch, though he tucks you into his side, nodding at everyone you may pass.

If you're comfortable with it, he likes to press a kiss to your head, smiling that goofy ass smile, and tells you to get a good night's rest.

He lets you help him trim up his beard, he won't let you do all of it but he likes the closeness of it, him sitting down while you gently shape it up, tilting his head up and he tries his best to not stare directly at your chest.

The fact that he's letting you this close to his neck with a razor is a sign of trust, maybe small for others but for a man that doesn't drop his guard and doesn't truly trust others, it speaks volumes.

The first time he let you, you were barely putting any pressure and he grabbed your hand in his and showed you. "You're not gonna hurt me, put more force into it, yeah?"

Don't get me started on going out on walks in London with Price, he wraps you up in his beanie and some big leather jacket he has that dwarves you, helping you move through crowds by once again holding the small of your back, or taking your smaller hand in his. (He doesn't correct anyone if they mistake you as married)

He likes to kiss the back of your hand and laughs when it makes you blush and sputter out that his beard is scratchy.

Ghost:

Ghost is a subtle one, he won't actively reach for you or your hand but he does have some part of him against you most times.

Whether it be his leg, arm, or thigh, anything works. A normal place yall will be seen together is in the dining hall, you've both learned to ignore the stares from everyone else.

Simon never eats there, just sits with you until you're finished and then you both move on to either his quarters or somewhere else so he can peel his mask up to eat a bit.

However, while you're eating and telling him about anything under the sun, he'll lean over and wipe some crumbs off of your mouth with his thumb softly, which again, you're used to so okay whatever but Recruits always are taken aback in their seats.

Ghost's reflexes kick into overdrive with you. His hand going to cover a corner of a table 9/10 times before you completely wreck your shit, but when he does miss (sometimes on purpose).

He'll bring a hand up to rub at your head for you, chuckling under his breath before cooing down at you "That hurt pretty? Sure look like it did."

Whenever you two specifically are paired onto a mission, doesn't matter if any of the guys complain, he will share a cot/tent with you. He claims he runs the hottest (he doesn't, it's Johnny but he will not lose on this) and can keep your body the warmest.

He pretty much lugs you on top of him and wraps his arms around your waist, he'll press a hand against your head if you keep fidgeting, rasping at you to go to sleep. He takes great pride in the fact that you're usually out like a light very shortly.

I've said it once and I'll say it again, Ghost likes to hook a finger into your body straps and pull it really hard and let it smack you to get your attention if you're not actively paying attention to him, he'll soothe the area but he's smirking behind that fucking mask.

On that note, he definitely does the "You got something right here." And points at your chest and immediately pull up to flick your nose hard as fuck, he KNOWS his own strength but sometimes your eyes water and he immediately feels bad.

Ghost rests his head on your chest a lot, he finds your heartbeat to be soothing and reassuring, also grunts if you don't wrap your arms around him in return, bro literally shoves his head into you and groans

This is a grown man but it's cute so you let it slide bc he'll never ask for it outright, he just assumes you'll cradle his head.

Soap:

Johnny is the most shameless motherfucker here, I'm talking about draping himself over you, grabbing at your cheeks, ruffling your hair, kissing you dangerously close to your lips (it drives the others mad), he's the most unapologetic about it and will gloat to the others.

Manhandler #1, isn't above grabbing you by your hips and picking you up to move you somewhere, he's literally gone and grabbed you from some rookies side to come stand next to him with a smile and you're just so used to it that you just shrug and go along with it. (He gets slightly jealous, why would you stand next to some random ass dude and not him??)

Throws you over his shoulder, or likes you to cling to his front or his back and just carries you, he says it's a comfortable weight. If you ever dare say you're too heavy, he's gonna go to the gym and work out even more to PROVE to you that he simply doesn't care, he will carry you.

Extremely bad habit of sneaking into your room to fall asleep with you, Price has come into your room many times to see Soap sprawled on top of you, he's drooling and snoring and you're knocked the fuck out (he's like a glorified weighted blanket).

I've touched on this before but he only wants you to cut his hair for him, yeah he can go to the barber on base but he much prefers you and loves it when you scratch at his scalp. He also likes to just have his head in between your thighs but that's something else for another time-

Soap specifically slings you over his shoulder a lot, especially off base where he truly doesn't have any fucks to give.

You're not going to bed because you have other work?? Too bad, shoulder time you go. You're not willing to get up and make yourself food? Good thing he's here, either pick what you want from the kitchen or throw some clothes on bc he IS dragging you out of the house.

Johnny likes to draw on you a lot, it ranges from scribbles, to sometimes his name if he's feeling cheeky (he's drawn it on your thigh before and you didn't notice until Gaz shot you a look), to intricate drawings of whatever he can think whether it be a landscape or an animal.

He always holds you steady and it isn't uncommon for your limbs to fall asleep but it's worth it, if only to see him smile.

Gaz:

Gaz is probably the most secretly clingy person out of the four, he CAN function without your touch but does he PREFER to? No.

His first instinct in any situation is to grab you and shield you, he's the fastest of the four so his body moves without thinking and it's saved you more times than any of you would like to count.

The one mission where you both fell out of a moving truck, he tucked your body into his despite it costing him his shoulder popping out of the socket, you couldn't help but freak out while Ghost moved to pop it back into place.

"Why the fuck would you do that? Look at your arm!" "It's nothing." "Garrick what the fuck-"

When you're out anywhere off base, he's holding your hand, good luck trying to pull away bc he is not letting go. Too bad so sad, resign to your fate.

I think Gaz is definitely good at dancing, at least with you and when the right music is on, you cannot tell me this man wouldn't twirl you around and shit-fight me on it. He'll even lift you off your feet, laughing when you scramble to grab at his shoulders.

He goes stark still if you rest your head on his shoulder, not because he's nervous but because he's worried about waking you up when he knows you deserve a rest.

He'll usually wrap his arm around your shoulder to hold you in place so the heli ride doesn't jostle you so much, gentleness rubbing his knuckles along your arm to soothe you.

Gaz is the one who holds you when you have nightmares, on rare occasions when Soap isn't in your room and you just need to be held with no talking, you always without thinking find yourself in Kyle's room, his arms wrapped around your waist as he tucks your head under his chin, no questions asked.

He'll maybe hum a tune to help you relax but other than that, he lets you lead the way.

#pearly venus thoughts #gaz <3 #kyle gaz garrick x reader

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new layout yayyyyyyy now i'm spooky

#pearly venus thoughts

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what if i write dad!simon with an autistic child?

as a neurodivergent person, I've been thinking about this for a while

#pearly venus thoughts

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I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook

I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat. 

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bro's majestic omg i cannot even

(justinwhitey story on ig)

#pearly venus thoughts #sleep token iii