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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Enthusiast

@gogh-with-the-flow / gogh-with-the-flow.tumblr.com

Dia 24💀chaotic neutral💀 Lego Ninjago, Call of Duty, Star Wars, Marvel, DC, SoC, etc. 18+ mature, explicit, and dark fics. minors dni
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Blood in the Wine masterlist!!!

After moving to London all by yourself, you're struggling to make any meaningful connections. So, when a handsome stranger invites you out, you jump at the offer. However, you soon find yourself in way over your head when he reveals much more than what you expected: not just one, but four creatures of the night, thirsty for a taste of YOU. Will you make a valiant escape? Or will you allow yourself to fall into their hungry arms?

Fic rating: M to E, 18+ only

Other works:

141 Mechanic!AU

Cheating!Soap (Angst, hurt/no comfort)

Our Girlfriend (Gaz x reader to poly!141 x reader, smut)

Another Kind of Pleasure (Ghaz sounding)

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So because i was bored and horny but shhhh i went back through their twitter

And not my brain is infested with even more worms. First of all, I nearly forgot about this piece, which already did psychic damage to me the first time i saw it

And the idea of Fem 141 but Mafia and escort is hhhhhhhhnnnn. Usually i don’t care for mafia aus, but like. This fucks. Or maybe, high power executives butch ghost and price, with the three girls who are all over them. Or should Gaz be high power too? I like studs in suits it may be a problem

And then there is this lovely pic, which reminded that, oh yeah, trans girl ghost is a thing. And I crave it

C’mon tumblr work with me here, those links BETTER work

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Ohhhhhhhh this makes the whole "secretary"thing make even more sense whooooaaahhhhhh

Joanna Price is the CEO of SpecGru PMC, with Simone Riley as her COO, and Kyla Garrick and Jeannie MacTavish as co-directors that oversee different projects (Jeannie just likes wearing lingerieunder her pantsuits for... fun). (I don't know how corporate hierarchies work I'm completely pulling this out of my asshole right now.) Kate is one of Joanna's chairmen and suggested getting a personal assistant after seeing how grumpy she was at the wedding. And Joanna has to keep you somewhat distracted so you don't notice the less-than-legal endeavors of the company. Can't have her little bird getting too curious, right?

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Anonymous asked:

does the cod fandom know that posting p links can get them banned?

Damn that's crazy uhhhhhhhhhhh anyway

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Imagine Simon's mom doesn't die with Tommy and Beth. Maybe she was out of town, or at a friend's house, and Roba's men were sloppy and missed her. Anyway, so it's just Simon and her now, and because he blames himself for what happened, he's pulled away from her.

He pays her rent, even if he wanted her to live in a nicer apartment complex. And he visits during her birthday and Mother's Day, and sometimes just randomly stops by. But he never stays very long, and he doesn't tell her a lot about his new life. It's a very one sided relationship, but she tries to make the best of it.

And then you move in next door, during one of Simon's deployments. You feel bad for the sweet lady that lives next to you. She never seems to have much company, and you take it upon yourself to befriend her, spending more time in her apartment than your own.

You learn about her ex husband, her sons, the tragedy, and most importantly, you learn about Simon. And you hate him. Mrs. Riley (she insists you call her Sarah) is such a lovely woman, and it's clear how much she cares about her living son, how hard she's trying to keep their relationship alive.

It's the second Mother's Day after you move in when you finally meet Simon. Your relationship with your own mother is complicated, so you've opted to spend the day with Mrs. Riley. You'd gotten her a small present, and had planned to spend the day drinking wine and watching historical romance movies.

You're thoroughly shocked when you knock on her door, and a man answers. Six feet, built like a brick house, but under his scowl, you recognize Sarah's eyes.

“You must be Simon.”

His scowl deepens, but before he can say anything, Mama Riley is pushing past him, pulling you into her apartment to fuss over you.

She apologizes for not telling you sooner, but your plans will have to be rescheduled. Simon's back early, and she can't waste a precious second.

You're understanding. You've listened to her worried rants, given her space to cry over how things have turned out. You know she loves spending time with her son, even if the visits are short and he doesn't talk much.

Simon doesn't miss the way you glare at him. There's a fury in your eyes, even as you cheerily wish his mother a happy mother's day. For a moment, he wonders if you're a spy. But that thought is quickly diminished, when you verbally eviscerate him at the door.

You're quiet, not wanting to upset his mom, but your anger is clear. It may not be your business, but Mama Riley is your friend, and you adore the older woman. And you cannot stand by while he treats her like this. She loves her son so much, and he needs to step up and try harder.

As you're chewing him out, Simon's already head over heels, planning your wedding as the seconds tick by.

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Taking two sips of water for every one sip of Panara Lemonade That Kills People

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i'm thinking about soap as a professor.

he teaches chemistry, and all his students are fighting to get his class on their schedule for the semester because he's the only one who is competent enough to teach it understandably and make it fun. there's a rumor that floats around campus every now and then that he was in the SAS; how else would he get those scars? most people ignore it and consider it an experiment gone wrong, that's why he's got that mark on his chin.

and then there's you, the sweet grade school teacher who's bringing in the little tykes on a field trip. the university science department has put together a whole program for them, teaching them to create fake volcanoes and making elephant toothpaste. as for Professor MacTavish, he finds himself tripping over his words in front of the group of kids. it's hard not to when he sees the sheen of your legs peeking out from the skirt of your sun dress.

he's always trying to coordinate projects with you after that. don't worry about getting the whole department involved, he can figure something out on his own. cancel one of his friday classes and drop by your classroom to build bottle rockets and set them off on the playground. then he starts insisting that the two of you meet in person to talk about the next presentation. his office should be plenty fine. bit more private that way; no annoying parents to interrupt his alone time with you.

nothing gets done. he's too busy lifting your skirt past your hips and devouring your cunt for you to say anything other than his name. you taste just as sweet as you look.

he makes sure the kids are calling you Mrs. MacTavish by the start of the next school year.

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[I only have 30 pounds in my bank account] - Mafia!TF141*F!Reader

Summary: You sigh when it's the fifth time someone fights in your poor tea shop this month. You just open it two months ago, in an area ruled by mafia called '141'. Maybe you should find their boss and give them money or what to stop the bullshit keeps happening in your shop. (well, here they come)
Mafia!TF141*F!Reader, but only Soap and Ghost in this chapter unless I extend this
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Anonymous asked:

warning: p*** link ahead but i had to share

this looks a lot like price https://twitter.com/lanadelgothx/status/1788670746526437754?t=H6Z2V6jGItj1_riT1UOMVQ&s=19

omg omg omg anon get the fuck over here right now so I can kiss you on your forehead

this is exactly how price fucks by the way. not very loud, just soft grunts and whispers in your ear. he wants to hear you. wants to hear all those sweet little noises you make every time he pushes his cock inside you <3333

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When he held her hand and bit her shoulder 😫😫😫

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