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all those hairy chest pics (esp this one) have me thinking of best friend/roommate soap who’s way too comfortable being shirtless naked around you. soap who's way too comfortable pushing boundaries.

18+, general boundary pushing, creepy soap, dubcon (forcing reader to touch him, but reader wants it), again - not as dark as a lot of things on here but i’m not very experienced in writing dubcon so 😅

he could be doing anything, and if he felt like showing himself off to you, he would find some excuse to do it.

if he was cooking? "what? the kitchen's too hot, bonnie! sweatin' my arse off in here." the entire time you were helping him cook, you'd be forced to watch his muscles ripple and flex, all shiny with sweat. your eyes would wander involuntarily, studying each scar and bruise that littered his tan freckled skin. from where you stood beside him , you could see where dark hair grew on his chest and stomach. you gulp as you see the tufts of hair that trailed down his stomach and into his sweatpants. you would be so distracted from ogling at him that you didn't see his lips stretch into a smirk.

if you two were watching a movie? "come on, bonnie," he drawls out as he lays back into the couch, eyes burning into your flustered form. with a grunt, he stretches his arm out and around your shoulders. he's so casual about it too - as if his muscular arm wasn't pressed flush against you, as if his body heat wasn't flooding your body, as if his natural musk wasn't flooding your nostrils. as if you couldn't see every ridge and ripple of his abs, every scar that you wanted to lick. as if you couldn't see every strand and curl of hair that littered his chest and abs. as if you couldn't see the patch of dark hair that trailed down past his waistband... no doubt covering the base of his cock that was also rock hard. "am i not allowed to be comfortable in my own home?" he would murmur the words in your ear, his breath fanning your sensitive skin and making you shiver.

the latter is when he's the worst. in addition to shedding his shirt and leaving his chest all exposed, he purposefully takes up a good chunk of the couch so you're forced to cuddle with him. if you've already taken your seat when he comes to sit down, he quickly stretches out and invades your bubble of personal space. not too long after, his heavy body will be stretched out on top of you. his head will usually be buried in your chest, nestled between the valley of your breasts. you try and ignore the way his hands always find a way to grope your tits.

if he's not laying on you, his gaze will be burning into you the whole time. he knows you stare (even if you try not to), he can feel your eyes sneak a glance at his exposed chest before darting away. he can see how your eyes widen and how your pulse thrums against your neck. he can see how flustered turned on you are, and he means to take full advantage of that.

“like what ye see?” he grins, drinking in every detail of your expression, committing to memory how you looked so skittish with your wide eyes and bitten lips. he couldn't suppress the chuckle that rumbled from his chest as you stumbled on your words.

"wha- i don't know what you're talking about!" your mouth gapes as you try to avoid his gaze, suddenly finding the mundane movie in front of you so interesting. much more interesting than the hard wall of muscle pressed up against you, whispering filthy things in your ear.

"no? yer not droolin' over yer best friends body?" he moves impossibly closer, tightening his hold on your shoulders and pulling you even tighter against him. as he spoke, his mouth came even closer to your ear until you could feel his lips grazing it. your breath hitched before you could help it. "yer not too busy starin' at me to watch the movie you picked out?" he nips at your ear.

you try to focus back on the movie, just ignoring him and not rewarding him with a reaction. if anything to just try and shed the embarrassing cloud hanging over you. if you were lucky, maybe he would forget about all of it and let you keep a shred of your dignity. not by a long shot.

"hey, hey, none of that." he chides harshly, using his free hand to grab your jaw and force you to look at him. your heart pounded in your ears as you were forced to stare up into your best friends eyes, and therefore being forced to see his hairy chest in your periphery. he feels your pulse race under his grip. he feels you gulp nervously. he laughs, all husky and hearty from deep in his chest.

he gives your jaw a good squeeze, almost daring you to look away.

when he's sure, and only when he's sure, that you won't move, he lets go of your jaw.

you almost sigh in relief when he lets your jaw go, but that's quickly cut short when he grabs your hand and makes you touch him. anywhere and everywhere.

you gasp as he holds your hand against his chest, feeling him so warm and sturdy underneath your palm. you try and pull your hand away but he just clicks his tongue in disapproval, and that's all it takes for you to get back in line.

as he forces you to touch his chest, you feel every detail you had spent so long staring at. you feel every scar and bruise that littered his skin, every tuft of hair that covered his chest. you could even feel his heartbeat race under your palm.

not long after he had initially yanked your hand to touch him was he now moving your hand down the span of his abs. you could feel every ridge and bump of his abs under your hand, as well as his hair growing thicker the further he moved your hand.

"yeah? ye like that?" he damn near purred in your ear as he watched your expression. he knew you would love him, love his body. he could tell you were enjoying being able to feel him up, no matter how nervous you acted.

speaking of nerves, he made sure to act fast before you yanked your hand away. he might not let you, but still.

"what about.. this?" he whispered in your ear as he finally slipped your hand into his sweatpants and planted your soft hand on his thick, throbbing cock. he heard your breath hitch in shock, but you didn't try to pull your hand away. "mmm, yeah. i knew you'd like my cock."

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a reminder to put your age in some way before the weekend please

Will be back at some point a bit later, getting why I've been a bit distant taken care of.

So I'll be back! Just. Expect the meh activity as it has been lately. Not gone just probably sedated

#I shouldn't be awake but i am #So here's to everyone else awake #I will be looking this weekend now that I shouldn't be spending it in the ER

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have a tradie!141 thing that i wrote straight into my tumblr drafts to feel a rush of adrenaline.

tags/warnings: brief allusions to past transphobia (non explicit), food mention, smoking.

pairing: none

characters: kyle "gaz" garrick, john "soap" mactavish, simon "ghost" riley, john price, transmasc!reader.

summary: you're the new guy on site figuring out where you fit with your new work crew Tradie Force 141.

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"not to be rude, but aren't you a bit old to be an apprentice?"

it's a phrase that's haunted you for the last year on every job site you've ever been on with your previous company. you're aware that you're at least 10 years older than the other apprentices on site at the best of times but there's no easy way to explain why you're such a late bloomer. not that you'll be spilling your guts to any of the blokes you work with. you'd learned that lesson early on.

you won't lie, you're a bit disappointed that even after joining Tradie Force 141 you're still getting asked that question so you flash a tight smile at the handsome plasterer - kyle - and mutter something about being a late bloomer around the mouthful of sandwich you're eating on your break.

"sorry mate, i don't mean it like that. 's just usually our apprentices are a bit younger than you. proper wet behind the ears y'know? can't find the business end of a trowel and all that." kyle explains before taking a slurp out of his mug of tea.

"aye, they're deid keen an' aw. practically jizz their wee pants when they see their first wage packet." johnny adds with a chuckle from where he's sprawled on one of the three uncomfortable chairs around the tiny table. "i know i definitely did when i was 16."

"mate, you still do!" kyle laughs "oi! mind my tea!"

you shake your head as kyle nimbly dodges johnny's poorly thrown empty bottle saving his tea from spilling on the grimy lino of the portakabin price had designated as the break room for the site.

"i'm gonna go see what price wants." you say after you swallow your last bite and chuck your rubbish in the bin next to you.

"aye, nae bother."

"see you in a bit mate."

you step out of the relative cool of the cabin and you pull your hi-vis over your shoulders so you can quite literally follow your nose to search out either price or simon where you know they'll be smoking near the site manager's office.

"reckon the lad needs a proper nickname, ye ken?" you hear johnny say before the door swings shut behind you. you try ignore the way your stomach lurches as you recall some of the more awful nicknames you'd endured before joining this crew as you cross the flattened dirt to join the pair huddled around a sand filled bucket.

"olright?"

simon's the first to greet you as price has his mobile jammed up to his ear and he's scowling at whatever the poor sod at the end of the phone is saying.

you nod in greeting and price rolls his eyes and mouths "twat" before humming briefly to show he's still listening to his phone call. simon offers you his half smoked cigarette and you shake your head to decline.

"suit y'self." simon says with a shrug before taking a last drag and flicking the still lit cigarette into the bucket of butts. "gonna take a slash." he announces before wandering around the corner of the portakabin that houses price's office.

you fiddle on your phone watching kyle's new tiktok he posted on the Tradie Force account while you wait for price to wrap up his phone call. it takes a few minutes before price's voice interrupts your endless scrolling, who knew reading all the thirsty comments would be so entertaining.

"need something?" price asks around a cigarette, his shrewd blue gaze watching as you scuff the toe of your steel toes on the ground.

"just want to know where you want me next." you shrug casually making sure to shove your phone back in the pocket of your trousers.

"is that right?" price sounds amused and you enjoy the way his eyes crinkle briefly before his phone starts ringing again and he groans. "fucks sake. go find simon while i take this, there's a good lad."

you nod at him and tamp down on a grin as you hear him answer with an exasperated "what now?! can't a man have a fucking cigarette in peace?!" as you turn away to start hunting down the resident plumber.

#I care them your honor #excellent writing #I need a friend tag

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a reminder to put your age in some way before the weekend please

Will be back at some point a bit later, getting why I've been a bit distant taken care of.

So I'll be back! Just. Expect the meh activity as it has been lately. Not gone just probably sedated

#Time bump #And to say I'm alive #But also please do put your age/age indicator somewhere I can find it

[mortuarywriting]

a reminder to put your age in some way before the weekend please

Will be back at some point a bit later, getting why I've been a bit distant taken care of.

So I'll be back! Just. Expect the meh activity as it has been lately. Not gone just probably sedated

#rambles from the morgue #Remind Me to delete later #Look I'm just glad I fasted as a Just In Case before this appointment

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THE MARSHAL 🤠💀 GHOST OPERATOR SKIN

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Gaz is in the 141. Not könig or keegan. Its gaz. Price, ghost, soap and Gaz. Pleaseeee understand this bc i swear im going insane listening to people talk about konig in the 141.

#Ways that immediately make me clock that you did Zero (0) research #This paired with giving König a deep voice #I didn't think I set my bar low but here we are #Didn't realize some people had come prepared with shovels

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#I'd say unlikely but in a 'odds are low but never 0' way #Probably wouldn't be routine about it if he did #I think there'd need to be a Very Specific set of circumstances for him to feel like he could get high #Mostly ways he'd still feel comfortable and not like he could be ambushed or anything if u feel me?

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What chapter do you want posted next?

Pirate!Gaz x Female Reader (runaway princess)

Cbf!Soap x Female Reader (eventual Ghoap x reader)

Fae!Soap x Female Reader (heavy on ansgt)

Werewolf!141 x Female Reader (kidnapping)

Outlaw!Ghoap x Female Reader (kidnapping)

#I don't think I can easily pick just one here #They're all wonderful #Passing it along for others input tho while I think on my vote

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non-uk followers of mine, if i say the word "dogging" do you know what i'm referring to without looking it up or needing further explanation?

#So I know of dogging someone in the sense of like #Badgering them repeatedly kinda deal #Kinda in the sense of siccing a hunting dog on a scent #I did however Google with 'slang' and for THAT I'm a foreign no

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part 2 of regency era!ghost x f!reader

you never truly appreciated your solitude until it was being threatened.

honestly.

you didn't know how happy, or at the very least, mildly content, with how alone you've felt all these years until your husband decided to barge into your life.

you've endured endless rumours about an unconsummated marriage because the man can't bear to be in your presence for more than five minutes. you've endured whispers, snickers and odd looks from noblemen, women and commoners alike because your own husband deems you unfit to be his wife and he didn't have to say it out loud to any of them.

his presence used to be something you longed for. even the mere crinkle at the corners of his eyes to indicate a smile would've been a milestone achieved (not that you've ever achieved it). the mere touch of his fingers against your hand would leave you elated for the rest of the day.

but now?

your spine grows taut if he so much as looks your way. he stands a little closer to you at formal gatherings, opting to start a conversation with you. he finds you in the gardens or in the library when you know you've expressed to the handmaidens that you do not wish to be disturbed. but alas, he is the king. no one dares to contradict the king.

which is quite unfortunate because every waking moment he spends orbiting around you fills you with dread. you crave his absence more than anything now.

you wish he could go back to his mistresses. whatever it is he said or did to offend them enough to cast him out of their beds, you're certain it can be rectified and you can go back to existing in peace.

"you can paint." his voice trails behind you.

your brush strokes pause and your head shifts a bit to the side, your gaze catching on the flowers on your left before returning to your canvas. the soft scrape of footsteps on grass comes closer until you feel his presence at your side.

you continue your task, unwilling to give him your full attention. it's his own fault. he came to see you at a bad time. "an astute observation, your majesty."

his head tilts at your work, curious eyes examining your technique. you then feel the weight of his gaze on the side of your face. "i didn't know you could paint."

"no. you did not." it's not meant to be harsh. it is the truth.

you don't see the way his eyes crinkle under his mask, but you certainly hear the amusement in his voice. "why the hostility, my queen?"

"i am not being hostile, you majesty. forgive me if it appears so." you make a broad swipe over the blues and greens then dipped your brush in more paint.

he lets out a sound akin to a chuckle. you don't know what to make of it. ignoring it was your best and only choice.

"i don't mind it." he says. "it amuses me."

amuses him, you think. if that's the reason he suddenly shows interest in you, then you remind yourself to be as bland as this morning's soup.

suddenly, you want to leave. his presence is oppressive. you can't focus with him gawking at you and your painting like this.

"i could've sworn i had paintings in my study not too long ago." he muses, eyes crinkling with amusement. he knows about your paintings and only now does he choose to acknowledge them.

you suddenly lose interest in your canvas at the fact. you dip the brush in the cup of water and turn your back to him. "i know. i made them."

"what happened to them?"

"if i recall, you asked the servants to throw them out."

you don't bother to wait for his response as you gather your palette and start the journey back to your bed chambers.

you don't realize how much your statement gutted him.

considering that you haven't had a proper conversation with your husband since the day you met him, imagine your surprise upon receiving a letter; a dinner invitation.

when you think about it, truly think back to the last three years of being trapped in this loveless marriage, the invitation itself contradicts everything you know regarding how he feels about you.

you've never had to speak to him outside of formal gatherings and meetings with nobles and other people. never had to touch him more than what is required for public appearances. if anything, he can't seem to stand your presence. always leaving you alone when he found the chance to, always shoving you far away from his vicinity if he's in the mood.

he's only bedded you at least twice a month out of an obligation to make an heir. never mind the fact that you've never stayed in his bed until past sunrise, nor has he in yours.

so this, sitting across from him at a table played out with a variety of dishes and plates, this is new.

"my queen." you think his eyes are squinting under the mask. it's almost hard to tell under the candlelight. "thank you for joining me."

like you had a choice in the matter.

you resist the urge to force a smile. better to stay as neutral as possible than to give any reaction. "thank you for inviting me."

let's get this over with, you thought to yourself as you slowly picked up the fork and met his eyes from across the table.

you keep a neutral tone and a guarded expression throughout the entire dinner. whether he's bothered by it or not, it's hard to tell. he only asks about your day.

which is... a first. he never cared until now. you were quiet for a moment as you thought about the day's events, thinking of anything you'd done differently to warrant an invitation to dine with the king.

you hadn't done much today. visiting an orphanage wasn't out of the ordinary for you. neither was having to make sure that there was enough harvest to get the kingdom through the coming winter. after you'd done that, you spent the afternoon planning next week's ball.

really, you can't think of a single thing you haven't done in the past to make the king want to speak to you. not one thing... that you know of.

the fork was slowly twirled between your fingers as you carefully minced your words. "fairly uneventful. nothing that would interest you, your majesty."

"let's agree to disagree." he leaned back in his chair. "i want to know what my wife has been up to."

his wife— odd. very odd. very out of character for him to even acknowledge you as something more than the bane of his existence.

his wife— you suddenly find it hard to breathe. a heavy ache swells in your chest. it reaches up like a fist and grips your throat.

his wife— the words made you want to hurl yourself out the window and drop to your death.

your eyes drop to the food on your place and stayed fixed there. you can't tell if you're frightened or angry at this new change in... dynamic.

you settle for apathy. it's the only logical reaction. the only thing that will keep you sane when he's deliberately trying to steal your sanity.

"like i said, your majesty." you stab the piece of meat with your fork. "nothing that would be of interest."

if he's disappointed by the stone wall you chose to put between you and him, he doesn't show it. good. you'd much rather be confronted with his indifference than anything else, since you're so used to it.

you can only hope this would be your last night dining with him.

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Into Your Veins- Part XI

Ao3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

It only takes one pass around the inside perimeter of the base for Nikto to come to the conclusion that this might be the most secure base currently in existence. He’s seen his share, of course. Ever since things went to shit, he’d bounced from encampment to commune to outpost until finally landing at the farm, completely alone and more than a little restless.

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ok i don't normally respond to rude anons but i'm actually a little heated about this

first off- that's really fucking rude and absolutely insulting to breakfast. comparing her to bella is a goddamned insult and i will not stand for it. bella wouldn't last five minutes in a zombie apocalypse, let alone seven months completely alone.

second off- if all you can think about when you read vampire fics is 'twilight', then i am begging you to read other books or watch other movies. i know you think you know where this story is going, i know what elements of my story have led you to this extremely stupid conclusion, but i promise you don't have any concept of what i have up my sleeve. give me some fucking credit, i'm way too creative to just try to rip off the most boring vampire story ever told.

begone, cretin

#Hey anon c'mere i just wanna talk #And by talk I mean block #But yanno tomato tomahto #I'm gonna choose violence if people don't stop being assholes

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Quick Fic Question!

For Wrong Number, Right Day I could have it finished by the end of next week. Or I could put it off for another week and have a playlist that Gaz made for Reader that relates to each chapter.

I would need to really look for all the right songs. So I would need that extra week to plan it properly.

#No wrong answers! #If it makes you happier to have the playlist ready go for it!! #I'll wait if you want us to #I've been looking forward to this one!

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Hii, I was wondering if you have an account on the character AI, if not I think it would be amazing to create a character from your fics there, for example mafia141, just a suggestion, I love mafia 141 and there the readers could interact more with the character

uhm... yeah, no.

i never plan and do not give anyone permission to take my fics and put them on any ai platform. honestly the thought of it alone seriously makes my stomach feel like it's splitting in half. like the thought that i've put in so much effort to build these characters and scenarios and someone would just put all that into an ai is just... mind boggling to me.

ai steals works from creators. creators like me, the writer who's given you guys these characters, and other amazing authors. anything the ai would churn out would just be a pale imitation of other peoples hard work. work that we've poured hours into creating for you guys.

honestly, i pride myself in creating and publishing works and posts as often as i do despite my hectic irl life, and the fact that it seems like you're wanting more despite it, and wanting to put it through something that unapologetically plagiarizes other works really hurts. if you want to interact more with the characters, you can wait for me to publish more works, and if it's not enough for you, you're more than welcome to write your own fics based on your own ideas. you can send me asks about them! or literally interact on the posts here on tumblr! i feel like i do a pretty good job at responding to you guys! at least i hope! but please don't put it into ai.

i'm trying to stay level headed about this, but i feel like i can speak for a lot of authors when i say it feels really insulting when people do this. like i literally love and look forward to your guys reactions and comments and thoughts and make time in my day to interact with everyone so this just feels like a punch to the gut lmao.

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the masculine urge

the feminine urge

the human urge to yearn for the existence of dragons

#🤝

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GHOST IN “CARTEL PROTECTION” 🕶️ | MODERN WARFARE II

#Man really is going around lookin like a Less Cool Uncle Death