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I know you wanna kiss me

[doeeyedfreakk]

I do not want to have sexual conversations with men and I don't want to see your d!ck

I DONT WANT A FUCKING SUGAR DADDY!!!!!!

I like older men but not older men that like younger girls (ik ik) so if you are an older man thinking about messaging me don't!! It won't get you any where

This is a safe space for all genders, ethnicities, and the lgbtq+

No Racism Or Bigotry Allowed!!!

FUCK AI

If you wanna talk or be mutuals message me I'm nice I promise 🩷

[birdbyrne]

another widely-accepted headcanon i see a lot and love: simon being a sleepy motherfucker

[lxvvie]

You and Simon revel in the fact that everyone thinks he's just as much of a hardass off the field as he is on it, that he's authoritative and resolute, an enigma wrapped up in a mystery covered in a riddle. They couldn't be further from the truth. He's the neediest, most lovesick, most devoted beefcake cunt you've ever met, the deep timbre of his voice just as soft and affectionate, pretty brown eyes following your every move, looking so reverential and in love and shit. He fuckin' worships you, couldn't keep his hands and lips off of you if he tried. If you were to say jump, he'd ask, "How high, sweetheart?" He does something to irritate you, best believe he'd do everything in his power to correct it. Some pissant's bothering you? All he needs is a look, and it's on like Donkey Kong. You don't have to worry about anything, luv; you just gotta keep being you and loving on him. Hell, YOU have his bank cards.

And yes, he's right where he bloody fuckin' wants to be.

[angelkissedprincessa]

i yearn for the most out of pocket insane asks

[kenmaspuddinghair]

Autistic Simon x Anxious Reader

Simon has a huge problem and he has no clue what to do about it. It took him way longer than he’d like to admit to figure out what he was feeling, but he has a crush on you. Simon hasn't had a crush in years, well before he was even in the military, but now he has the biggest crush on you, he’s damn near obsessed. Which wouldn't be the biggest deal, except, you’re Price's sister and you're totally off limits. And when Simon has a problem he would normally ask Price for advice, but obviously that's completely off the table.

Thankfully you don't work directly on the team, but you work with Laswell just on a smaller scale, you work mostly with the 141, in fact your office is on base. Even though being around you makes Simon super nervous, he loves that you're so close. Being mid mission and getting to hear your voice feels like salvation for him, and just passing you in the hallway has him forgetting his name. Occasionally you join the 141 during their team bonding, and Simon just spends the whole time staring at you.

How you nor Price are able to see his obvious crush the sergeants aren't sure, but they see it clear as day, and they immediately corner Simon about it. They tried to help Simon, but Simon wasn't ready to ruin your relationship, he had no clue if you even liked him, and he knew Price was absolutely going to say no. So that's where the sergeants started. Soap tried to subtly ask Price if you were single, but he saw through Soap clear as day, and very sternly said he was absolutely not allowed to date you or even flirt with you. Which only made Simon more discouraged. Gaz tried to offer advice on asking you out, even if it wasn't a date, but Simon was just too nervous.

Simons simply accepts that he’ll never get to be with you. And so instead he devotes his time to appreciating you in subtle ways. He knows he isn't the best with certain social things, so he goes out of his way to learn, and more specifically learn what you like and what you're comfortable with, what makes you tense up or makes you start fidgeting. Simon has a whole little notebook with things about you. 

He knows you don't like eating around others because being in a public setting makes you nervous and combined with food you get nauseous. He knows you don't like drinking coffee because it can make your anxiety worse, but if someone buys it for you'll force yourself to drink it. He knows before they go on a mission you often have so much to do, he knows you won’t sleep or eat, panicking trying to get everything done. So he makes sure to stop by, he brings you a snack even though he knows you wont eat it in the moment, but he makes you sit with him for a bit, while playing soft music, and just naturally your breathing evens out and you slowly calm down. He knows all the signs to tell when you're getting nervous, your leg shaking, cracking your knuckles, fidgeting with jewelry, biting at your lips, and if he pays really close attention he can see you sweating and the change in breathing. He knows what areas you avoid, and makes sure you don't have to go there. Simon knows this and so much more, he goes out of his way to help you in any way he can.

Simon doesn't think you notice any of it, but in reality you notice everything. Simon is incredibly special to you because no one has ever paid enough attention to you to see all the signs, to know when and why you're anxious without you saying it, you even notice the small ways Simon helps you, the music, the snacks, even holding your hand when you're really nervous. And you like Simon just as much, but in your mind, he’s just a friend, if he liked you he would've already asked you out. So you bury your feelings, until the two sergeants notice you staring lovingly at Simon when he isn't looking. They tried to be subtle about it, not wanting to overwhelm you, but eventually you did tell them about your little crush on Simon and where it came from, and then they just shared a look you couldn't quite understand before leaving. You're not sure what that's about, but you trust them with your secret, it's probably nothing, right?

[lynkz777]

the fakest girl yk has a bible verse in her bio

[sugarblossombunni]

my future husband has never posted a thirst trap

[s-ghost-r]

the best poly!141 x reader fics all have this vibe

[s-ghost-r]

A headcanon that no one can convince me otherwise is that Simon is a boundary king. You establish/mention something and he never challenges it or treats it as something that you have to “get over” for the sake of ~personal growth~. You’d never have to explain or excuse yourself to him. And not only is this man the Boundary Respecter, he’s the number one Boundary Protector.

He may be the most outwardly emotionally constipated person you’ll meet, but you know he loves you when he’ll straight up go to war to make sure your autonomy is honored. (Because who’s going to argue with the 6’4, skull-masked weapon of a man when he tells someone to knock it off and leave you alone?)

[beacon-lamp]

hello beloveds ☺️

[iceslushii]

made an alternate version for the mutuals ive never spoken to

[thetreeofliberty]

You are appreciated

[angleshavew1ngs]

i have so many it’s a problem

[hummingkittiz]

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ No, you're addiction is not cute, please stop trying to force it upon me when I tell you even if I don't want it now doesn't mean I'll want it in the future, thanks.

[p3achr-ngs]

Everyone thinks that Soap likes older meanish women. Like we're talking 45-50 maybe. Which yeah I can see that. But you know who REALLY loves older mean women.

Kyle gaz Gerrick

You can't tell me that a pretty man like him doesn't attract all the cougars. Now he never dated one, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love all the attention yk.

[babydoll--diaries]

[rawme-price]

Kyle "fuck I don't want to accidentally offend a bug hybrid..." garrick who is so careful to he respectful when he meets you. He knows how poorly bug hybrids are treated, especially a beetle like you. He seems cool and charming externally but internally he's calculating how long to look at your mandibles before it becomes rude.

Vs

Simon "fuck yessss yes a beetle fuck yeah–" riley who has no sense of social conventions when he's trying to flirt. Meaning, he has no problems cornering you against a wall and huffing "can i lick the underside of your elytra when we fuck?"

...gaz promptly steps on his foot for it, but shocking that was what got you in their bed...

[rawme-price]

Now imagine [low presentation wolf!reader] trying to get closer to wolf!ghost...

Ever since that initial meeting, ghost growling over you, all you can think about is his fur.

Maybe it's silly, obsessing over your superiors personal hygiene simply because he's a wolf. You remember being a small pup in your mothers lap, begging her to brush your fur just like your brothers and sisters. How your inner wolf loved the feeling of claws against your scalp.

You stare at ghost across the mess hall, where he's tucked into the corner and hunched over a plate of meat, and wonder if he feels that desire whenever his pack touches him.

"Don't mind him, he's not very social." Gaz blocks your line of site, tray loaded with his own food and a concerning amount of spinach to sandwich ratio. "Prefers to do stuff alone."

"....really." you hum, knowing well enough that no wolf hybrid likes to be alone. You're pack animals, after all. You stumble for the right words, humans and their sensitivity to the concept of hybrid dynamics, "So you don't like...bond...with him?"

"Nah," shrugging, gaz leads you to a table not far from ghosts, nodding to soap as he sits "he does his own thing, we learned fast he doesn't do bonding."

You frown more. Ghosts ears pin back, and you wish you had the ears of your sisters to hear whatever sound he made.

It goes on like that for days. Talking to ghosts pack while he stays far away, learning just how little they know his needs.

Ghost still refuses to talk to you. Though you can smell his scent outside your door in the early mornings, like he came to linger outside and left before you could catch him.

His eyes are always on you. Your inner wolf is happy to have so much attention, already planning how to make him a packmate.

The slightly more aware you knows all the precursors to a threat display. To a fight.

You don't know how your new team will react when it happens. You don't know if you'll win or if you'll lose your throat in a spatter on the grass.

All you know is how horrible it feels to be alone and without your pack. You and ghost are alike in that sense.

[rawme-price]

No thoughts just ghost who never judges the way you eat food.

How could he when the web of scar tissue spanning the lower half if his face makes it nearly impossible to eat normally? He's used to just eating in private and having to clean up any spilled food around his plate.

Which means he doesn't care how you decide to eat either, if anything he likes the little...ritual... you have.

All your food portioned separately in a lunch tin, some cute cartoon character plastered on the side. You make a routine of setting out your matching placemat, sectioned plate with pretty designs, a lidded-cup to match. You even have a cutlery set for each meal of the day.

"I know it's childish, or I guess weird...but I really like it." You had told him one day, little set-up all made with you meal on top. No two items or textures mixing.

"Why do you do it?" Ghost grunts between onr bite of steak and the next. His own plate with food just tossed on, the only effort nothing too liquid so he doesn't look like a complete fool.

"Oh, I guess it just helps me eat," you hum, swirling your straw in your newest cup "I don't really feel hungry and if I don't have a fun routine...I just don't eat."

Ghost...he never considered it like that. Meals have always been a strict necessity in his mind, something you push through to keep living another day unless you want to spend money on fancy food from a restaurant.

He looks down at bus chipped plate he stole from prices home, old and boring, then to yours. "Could i....could I try that too?"

Turns out, ghost loves it.

Which is how you both end up happily coordinating plates and meals and everything together. Suddenly dinner isn't something ghost has to push through, it's a fun way to connect with you, to make something pretty in a way he never could as a kid.