#tradie!141

[pfhwrittes]

inspired by the fact that i was on site for the first time in actual years today i offer you tradie!141 for your consideration:

soap as an electrician (electricians are a messy, rowdy bunch at first glance but actually incredibly methodical and incredibly intelligent)

gaz as a plasterer (friendly, charismatic and work closely with all of the other trades, they swoop in to make shit look nice and they do a damn good job of it)

ghost as a plumber (makes pipe bending his bitch, methodical to the point of ritualistic - i swear plumbers check everything at least 4 times. plumbers are either sweethearts or gruff motherfuckers no in between)

price as the old school carpenter/builder turned owner of the company (do it right the first time or don’t do it at all. carpenters tend to have a soft spot for plasterers for some reason. on-site health and safety officers are the bane of his existence. it’s perfectly fucking safe if you’re wearing your ppe, get out of the way)

[loveindefinitely]

task force 141 with a controversially young civilian girlfriend.

-> mentions of large age-gaps, referenced sexual content, alcohol use. afab!fem!reader. minor dubcon (everyone's drunk.)

thinking that you're studying in uni. working on the side to try and afford rent and, if you're lucky, some noodles every other night. you don't really get seen compared to your friends, who go out clubbing and spend their spare time on dating apps.

one time, your friend drags you to a bar. not usually your scene, considering its clientele is more for tradies, and military-type men. not like the stuck-up blue collar boys at your uni.

cue you getting drunk off your ass, barely even standing, when you bump into one johhny mactavish.

he holds your elbows, your chest crashing into his. gentle with it, too -- kind and sweet and grounding.

"y'alright, lass?" he asks, a small smirk on his face, eyes darting across your frame greedily. he, in all fairness, looks nearly as drunk as you. he stumbles a little with your weight.

you giggle, tilting your head to look at him. say something stupid like, "you don't look like a student."

his brows raise, his dimples deepen. "aye, very smart, hen."

you preen with the compliment, a cheesy grin stuck to your face. you make no move to stand up and leave. you think your friend just left with a guy anyways.

johnny moves you, muscled arm around your waist as he takes you to a booth.

three other men sit in it, only one looking somewhere in a ten-year age bracket to you. they're all impossibly large, filling out the space with ease. your stomach swoops, but you easily blame the alcohol.

manoeuvring you so you sit in his lap, johnny's hand is a comforting weight on your waist. he huffs a laugh.

"didn't realise we were goin' for jailbait, soap," the youngest one chimes, dark features shining in the pub's dim light. his eyes trail your frame silkily.

you can't stop the roll of your eyes -- your inhibitions have made you senseless. "'m not, 'm completely," you drag out the syllables, "legal."

a hand on your thigh makes you jolt, and when you look over, a blonde man with a black medical mask raises an unimpressed brow. "got a problem, kid?"

you shoot him a weak glare. "not a kid. weirdo."

the arm around your waist tightens, as does the weirdo's hand encompassing your thigh.

"not scared of anythin', are you darl'?" the final man in the booth asks, hands folded together where they rest at the table. he looks at least double your age, and that simple fact along with his drawling words has your core tightening.

"what's there to be scared of?" you ask, stupidly. your head tilts to the side, unknowingly moving to rest on johnny's shoulder. he doesn't comment.

"miss bein' young and drunk," gaz sighs, hand softly gripping the gin sat on the table in front of him.

"you look young," your brows furrow, not understanding. how old could he really be, to act so nostalgic of your current predicament? "how old are you guys?"

it's an embarrassing question -- makes you feel like a child all over again. but your interest is quickly peaking, and your need for answers overpowers your need for decorum.

johnny's the one to answer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers.

"gaz, the pretty one over there, he's twenty-eight," he murmurs, heat stirring low in your gut as you nod mindlessly, meeting gaz's eyes.

johnny stokes his thumb over the skin of your hip, and you curl into him further -- stranger be damned.

"i'm thirty," he hums, and god, he sounds so fucking sensual you're about to melt into his arms. if you aren't already.

"the guy in the mask?" said man's hand tightens impossibly against your skin, fingers just shy of grazing your aching pussy, "he's thirty-seven. got a lot of experience, aye?"

you shudder.

"what about you?" you end up voicing, shyly meeting the last man's gaze. he takes a slow sip of his whiskey.

he leans back into the cushion, eyeing you carefully.

"forty-three."

your thighs squeeze together, and fuck, if that's not a turn-on. no matter how unsafe you should feel, surrounded by four military-grade, older men, it only manages to have you wet beyond belief.

all you can manage is one question.

"take me home?"

[hirik0]

Jealousy Part 8

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

NSFW 09Soap/Ghost

Office sex, they have lube this time, bottom Ghost, top Soap, Ghost is a brat, butt plug, dig ridding, hand job, anal fingering, multiple orgasm, aftercare

21:00 is at the same time aproaching to fast and not fast enough. Soap was able to get a few thinks out of his room, like lube and a condom if Ghost whats to use on. He's pretty sure Ghost would not like cum running down his thights and it will probably instant dry in this weather. His desk is also mostly clear of thinks, moving all the folders from the desk, so Ghost woud have enough space on the desk and they dont shove thinks down on the floor in the heat of the moment. He also has some water and energy bars stached in his office and a blanket if Ghost spaces out on him again, post orgasm. He's going over one of the filles Price marked importent to him. Old recruits reports nobody bothers to keep up with some hasty written notes from all members of the 141 collectet in the folder some are more readable then others. "We really should try to keep up with this", Soap is mumbeling to himself while he trys to figure out what the fuck Archer wrote down. Ghost would be here in 20 minutens knowing that Ghost is always extra early. He nervous, he should not be nervous its not like they didn't just fucked yesterday. But if he goes by Ghost behaivour earliert this day and how much he tryed to get what he wants yesterday, he probably is in for a wild ride today. The needy, greedy version of Ghost that he saw yesterday will be very likely less neddy and double as greedy. Maybe he really over estimated his stamina, with not knowing how long and often Ghost can go. The door to his office is open, so Ghost can just walk in, whatever way he thinks is the least suspicius for all the other people working late. He gives up working on the reports and instat nervously fidgets Ghost balaclava in his fingers. Just a moment later he hears a knocking on his door and Ghost stands in his door, wearing that tanc top that he already saw earlier and the shorts Soap feared he would wear and jogging shoes looking like he takes a late run after a hot day. His mouth is watering as he sees all of the leg that Ghost is showing, god this victorian lady think that Ghost has going for him is stupid ridiculous. "We should go over some of this paper work, Captian.", Ghost says before walking in and closing he door. There is no going back now.

Ghost thinks this sounds like it's out of a bad porn video. But, for the small chance that someone else is on the floor they would just think they did boring paperwork. He wasn't sure what he was supost to do or bring, so when he brought Riley to his room to cool down in the bathroom he grabed his lube and prepared a littel suprise for Soap. He drops the filles on the chair in front of Soaps desk, so they are not in the way. He registers that Soap cleared up the desk and he hums aprichiativ. Looks like they both put some thought in to this. He just simply walks around the desk sitting on the desk facing Soap. Ghost would not amitted it but hes nervous, that this will not hold up with the fantasy thats haunting him for months, that Soap will not like this, that yesterday was just a wild coincident and they are not compadibale. "And you think that sitting on my desk is the right place?" Ghost just tilled his head removing the surgical mask and smirking at Soap. "Well, where else should i sit then, Captain?", Ghost chalenges, trady to push Soap in what ever direction he pleases. Soap pretents to think about it, seeing the smirk on Ghost face getting bigger, Ghost clearly thinking he has the controll of the situation again. "Well, I guess, with this outfit the best place to sit would be", Soap start before pulling Ghost from the desk on his lap. "Here, dont you thing?" The smirk on Ghost face is replaced by a blush and a open mouth because a gasp escaped him. Before Ghost can get a moment to talk back, Soap is kissing him. Its a lot of spit and thunge not the best kiss either of them ever had, but its just like they think this needs to start. Soap presses Ghost closer to him causing to Ghost to moan already. "Already so despread for my dick again, Simon?" "No, just want to boost your ego a bit", Ghost lies, the change in position pressed the butt plug hes wearing against his prostate. "These shorts dont hid anythink you know.", Soap just states before putting his hand over Ghost already hard dick. The moment Ghost is opening his mouth to response somethink hes moving his hand, so only small gasp and moans are escaping Ghost. "I have 3 rules for you Simon, you think you can follow them." "Yes", Ghost moans, because Soap is grabbing his ass pressing their erections together. "Rule number 1. If you're getting to loud i will gag you, Number 2. If you cant behave yourself I will stop and 3. If its to much I want you to tell me, yeah no need for you to actully get hurt. You understand?" "Yes, if im to loud you will gag me, if i dont behave you will stop and if I'm hurt or it's to much I tell you", Ghost confirmes he understood, while rubbing himself against Soap. "Any rules I should be aware of?" "No hitting and no restraining of my hands", Ghost simply answers. "Good boy", Soap purs in his ear and Ghost face is already turning a dark shade of red. "I have a condom if you want to use one", Soap tells him while his hand are groping Ghost ass. Ghost is thinking about it, he has his own littel suprise and a condom would leave a trace. "What kind of condom?" Ghost ask, knowing some of the condoms with texture will drive him insane in the best ways.. "A normal one." Soap answers a bit confused, never used a textured condom before. "Mhm, no condom then." "You sure, cum will just run down your legs for everyone to see." "Im sure", Ghost ensures Soap trying not to smirk or giving a too teasing answer. Soap is starting to kiss his neck again, this time not adding anymore marks. "No claiming this time?", Ghost tease him.

Soap knows Ghost is teasing him, pushing his buttons. "There is a lot of free space to claim", he simply anserws referring to Ghost thighs. He liked that Ghost sees this as a claim, pleasing the posesiv parts of Soap. Ghost is shivering against him. "You got longer shorts don't you?" Ghost is moaning in his ear and not seeable for Soap is smirking. "No", he wispers a blantend lie but Soap dont need to know. "Likeing for people to see how good I fuck you, Simon? " "Not sure about the good part yet." "Fuck, these shorts really show of your ass", Soap moans because Ghost is bitting his neck. "Worked hard for it, no problem with showing it of, let them drool over it", Ghost braggs. Soap just humms in agreement this ass really deserves to get drolled over. They just make out for a while before Ghost ask: "About earlier, the vacation whats that about?" "Oh, i have a littel cottage a bit secludet. So I can hear you scream my name and begging really nicely for dick, as much and loud as you want. If you want too go." "Pretty sure about this screaming part arent you?" Soap his moving his lips to Ghost ear before wispering: "Im sure you also pretty with a gag in your mouth, but I already heared how loud you can get and i prefere hearing how good i fuck my partner." Ghost is digging his hands into Soap shoulders really likeing what hes hearing, his shorts getting uncompfortble thight. He wiggeling on Soaps lap tring to find a better position. "Also, i think you will really like to be in a big bed, beeing a littel spoilet pillow princess." "Not a pillow princess." Ghost pouts "So you want to go?" "Mhm, sounds promesing, but you really are a awful lot of just talk, Soap." "Oh, i will provide the action, but first i need you to tell me some thinks." Ghost gasp against Soaps neck. "Tell me about your fantasy, Simon." Ghost is buring his face into Soaps neck shacking his head. "Common, tell me, be my good boy." "Can't." "Why not?" "It's.. I'm afraid the reality is worse." Soap thinks a bit about it. It's a fantasy Ghost seam to have a lot so his a expectations are probably really high. "How about you just ride my dick for a while." He wispers in Ghost ear, while is hands a sneaking under Ghost top roaming over tge muscular back. Ghost moan is muffled by Soaps neck but it sounds like he likes the idea.

Riding Soaps dick, god yes he loves that. "We also have lube this time." "Yeah, does yours has a flavour?" "Shit, fuck that's.. like flavoured lube for sucking dick?" "Afirmetiv." Ghost is gasping and squirming in Soaps lap, already desprade for more. "Like thinking about stuffing your bratty mouth with my dick", Soap teases while one hand is slowly creeping in to Ghost shorts. His eyes widen when he is realising that Ghost is going commando. "No underwear, naughty." "Why putting them on if I lose them anyway?" A smirk is appearing on Soaps face, having an idea to teach Ghost a lesson. "Get up." He orders and Ghost follows the order shivering. When he stands Soap is turning him around before pulling him on his lap again. Moaning when Ghost ass is rubbing over his own clothed erection. His hands spread Ghost legs a bit before on hand is wandering around Ghost dick. "Wouldn't it be a disaster if you would cum in your pants like this, for everyone to see?", he wispers in Ghost ear before he starts to move his hand, trying to get Ghost as close as possible. And Ghost is wiggling and squirming in his lap even more. His ass rubbing against his erection the hole time. When he sees that the wet spot on Ghost pants is to his liking he stops the movement of his hand. "No, please, don't stop", Ghost begs, not carrying about ruining the shorts. "No." "Please", Ghost whines. "Mhm tell me a bit about your fantasy and I will go on." Ghost bitting his lip thinking about it. His desire to come and being so close to the edge is winning over. "Sometimes, ahh", Ghost gasp as Soap starts moving his hand again. "Sometimes you're pressing my face on the desk telling me, how good I'm taking your fat cock, like" Ghost is drooling the first tears start to fill his eyes. "Like I'm made for it. Other times you.. Soap more... please... you have my legs on your shoulders.. fucking me ahhh please.. please don't stop.. loving to see me droll... Soap... telling me how you're thinking about.. fillithy thinks you want to try." Ghost is so close and Soap just stop the movement of his hand. "No, Soap please... I need I'm so close...", Ghost begs, tears now running down his face. "I know. But I think I only let you come with my dick tonight." "No, please.. I can tell you more..." Soap makes a sound as if he's thinking about it. "Wich of the fantasys you like more?" "Neighter.. the favourite is then you eat out my ass.. scolting me for making your desk dirty, with my cum." Soap nearly comes in his pants himself from Ghost words and Ghost ass rubbing against his dick. "Fuck, Ghost.. dirty littel think aren't you?" "Yes. Just for you." "Yeah, wearing this cloths just for me too?" "Yes, want you to lose your mind over it, so you just bend me over the desk taking what you want", Ghost admits his plan. God Ghost really is trying his hardest to make him cum in his pants too. He thinks about it for a bit before he ask: "What I want?" "Yes." "Time to get you out of your shorts and ready for my dick then."

Ghost stands up a small smirk on his face, knowing that Soap will lose his mind when he notices the plug. He rest his arms on the desk bowing over it presenting his ass to Soap. But all he hears is Soap opening his own pants and the opening of a lube bottle. Ghost is looking over his shoulder seeing how Soap is lubing up his dick. The socked spot on his shorts growing bigger as he's leaking a big amount of pre cum at the picture of Soap. "You should still be stretched enough from yesterday", Soap stats and Ghost is moaning, nodding his head. "Drop your pants Ghost." With on of his hands he's pulling his own pants so far till gravity doing the rest. Presenting his now naked ass to Soap again. Waiting for Soap to finally find his littel surprise makes him shake in anticipation. But it looks like Soap has all time of the world to lube himself up. "Soap..." Ghost starts before feeling Soaps hands on his ass. Spreading his ass checks and gasping. "Need to teach you to stop acting this naughty, don't I Simon?" "Just like to be prepared, also you like it." A knowing smirk spreads on Ghost face. "Want me to fill you up and to keep my load in you don't you?", Soap says while he start fucking Ghost with the toy, Ghost leaking pre cum on the desk. "Ye..ahhh", Ghost moans when Soap pushes it back in. "Using toys often?", Soap ask casualy. "They are doing ahh the job better then most people." After a while Ghost makes high keens and whines. "Want my dick?" Soap ask likeing the noises he's getting out of Ghost. "Yes." Soap stops moving the plug. "Yes what?" Ghost is desperate wanting for Soap to quite the foreplay. "Yes, i want to ride your dick." "Good boy." Soap hums while pulling the plug out completely before, gasping when he sees how big the toy is. Getting his own pants down to his knees before putting his hands on Ghost tighs to pull him on his lap again.

Ghost is throwing his head back while slowly sinking down on Soaps dick. Enjoying being stuffed full, searching for the right movement to get them both off. Trying his best to not get to loud. Soap just let Ghost move his hips his hands staying on Ghost thighs keeping the legs open. Also making sure that Ghost not hitting his prostate. Ghost whines displeased at this fact. "Problem?" Soap ask smug. Ghost bites his lips not wanting to beg, he did this enough yesterday. "No." Ghost answers the question, having to put his hands over his mouth to muffel the moan Soap gets out of him. Soap moved Ghost hip a bit causing a change in angle trusting up and he's hitting Ghost prostate dead on. One hand is staying on Ghost mouth the other is grabbing the desk in front of him, to stabelise himself a bit. "Problems staying silent already?" Ghost just shakes his head, determined to not being gages. "Mhm you sure about this?", Soap purs in Ghost ears, trusting hard in to Ghost. Love seeing Ghost struggle to keep quiet, don't want Ghost to be quiet. Satisfied Soap sees Ghost blush spread over his neck. Suddenly Soap makes sure that Ghost can't move at all, when he notices how close Ghost is wanting to edge Ghost before he fucks his brain out. Ghost makes a high whining noise before he looks confused over his shoulder, before he smugly asks "Already struggling to keep up?" Soap just raises an eyebrow before he wraps his hand around Ghost dick, pushing Ghost over the edge in just two down strokes of his hand. "I don't think I'm the one that struggles to keep up."

Ghost blissed out post orgasm expression turns in to an angry glare in a few seconds. Soap reaching for some tissues to clean his hand, but Ghost has other plans liking the hand clean. Looking smug when Soaps mouth falls open looking scandelised. "On the desk, face to me", Soap growls and Ghost happily follows the order, sitting in the small puddel he left on the desk makeing a displeased face. Soap grins as Ghost is stripping out of tanc top and spreading his legs so Soap just needs to step in. Soap also removes his T-shirt. Enjoying how Ghost is roaming is eyes over his naked body. He lifts one of Ghost legs before marking his thighs with bites. Moving his head closer to Ghost dick. He ignores Ghost already hardening dick and the changes the leg. Getting a displeased whine from Ghost. "Is there a problem?", Soap ask knowing exactly what Ghost hoped he will do. "No." Ghost stats trying to not sound to annyoed, with not getting what he wants. When Soap stops his work to make sure that Ghost will not be able to wear his shorts with out showing his marks, he grins. Ghost back lays on the table he looks rather unimpressed at the Captain, but he's fully hard again. Soap pulls Ghost a bit to him, so his ass is hanging over the edge, before he places Ghost legs on his shoulders. He kisses Ghost tigh on last time before pushing in. "How, can you still be so tight, when you just road my dick and had a plug in?", Soap groans, when he's half way in. Ghost is just moaning and panting. "Fuck! You're so big", Ghost whines when Soap bottoms out. "Yeah? Bigger then your toys?" "Yes", Ghost moans not caring that he boosts Soap ego with this admission. Ghost puts a hand over his mouth giving Soap a chalenging looks as to tell him no gag needed. And Soap accepts this chalenge, building up a rythem, searching for the best angle to hit Ghost prostate to make Ghost break. When he hits dead on and Ghost eyes roll back Soap grabs Ghost thighs to keep the ancle, fucking harder in to him. The desk is moving a few inches forward, from how hard he's fucking Ghost. Ghost hand is struggling to muffel the moans and screams, precum is leaking on Ghost abs, tears running down his face. "Fuck, Simon so pretty for me. Taking me so good, trying so hard to be a good boy", Soap pants out between trusts. Suddenly Ghost is throwing his head back as his second orgasm is ripping through him.

Soap nearly comes himself when he sees how Simon is covering his whole torso in cum. Gasp when he notice a small drop made it up to Ghost cheek. Soaps stops his movement watching Ghost enjoying his second orgasm. With his thump he carefully wishes the cum from Ghost face, making Ghost open his eyes. His icy blue eyes are teary and glossed over. Soap liks his thump clean, making Ghost gasp. "You made a mess.", Soap chuckles. Ghost hummes, slowly blinking, clearly still in his post orgasm bliss. Soap just waits till Ghost is a bit more present. "Want to keep going?", Soap ask when Ghost eyes are not glossed over anymore thinking of some other thinks they could do for him to come. "What?", Ghost ask confused. "You wanted me to show you my stamina didn't you?", Soap ask with a smirk. Ghost eyes widen, the realisation hiding him, Soap still didn't come, yet. "Well then show me, Soap." And Ghost is eating is words shorty after. The overstimulation getting to much for him. "Soap, Soap to much", he whines and Soap stops. "Such a good boy remembering the rules, telling me when's to much", Soap praises while he's pulling out and letting Ghost legs slide from his shoulders. Pulling Ghost up in a sitting position, wipeing the tears from his cheeks.

"Wanne chose how we continue?", Soap ask when Ghost breathing is normalising. "Yes." Ghost answers enjoying Soap rubbing circles into his hips. "We can stop.." "No." "Still so greedy. I can fuck your thights or I grind against your ass." Ghost is bitting his lips while thinking about his options. Soap is cleaning up Ghost and placing kisses on his chest. Ghost plays with some hairs at the back of Soaps mohawk. "Can I give you a hand job while sitting on your lap?", Ghost ask when he made a desition. "Of course", Soap says sitting back in his chair. Ghost follows him struggling a bit to find a good position for his legs. When Ghost found a position to his liking he holds out his hand and Soap is puring a good amount of lube on it. For Ghost personal preference it's to much lube, but he closes his hand around Soaps dick, stroking a few times up and down. When its still to much lube he's just rubbing his hands over Soaps chest. Soap gives him a disapproving look and Ghost says with a big grin: "Ups." Ghost starts moving his hand, setting a slow rythem. When ever he's at the tip, he rubs his thumb over the slit, causing Soap to moan. Every down stroke he twists his wrist making Soap curse out. Soaps hands are kneading Ghost ass, smirks when Ghost is hard for a third time. "Yeah, can go a third time for me?" "Don't know." "That's fine, don't have to. Did already so good." Ghost still takes both their dicks in his hand, making them both moan. When Soap is getting close, he slips 3 of his fingers into Ghost ass pressing against his still sensible prostate. "Soap nahh, please", Ghost whines Soap massaging his prostate pushing him close to his third orgasm. "Yeah, want to give me a third?" "Yes." 3 down strokes of Ghost hand later Soap cumms all over Ghost hand and also makes Soap press is fingers a bit more forceful into Ghost prostate. This pushes Ghost over the edge a small amount of sperm is leaking out of his dick.

"So good for me", Soap praises Ghost who is resting his head against Soaps shoulder. Hot tears running down from Ghost face on too Soaps shoulder. Soap cleans his fingers from lube before he carefully drabs the blanket over Ghost shoulder. Soap is pating Ghost hair wispering soft praises while he waits for Ghost to come down. "You want something to drink or eat?", Soap ask after Ghost lift his head. "Yes." Soap smiles at this answer Ghost clearly still a bit out of it. He gives Ghost one of the energy bars and opens one of the water bottles. Ghost nibbles a bit on the bar before he chucks down half the bottle. When Soaps cleans the mess in between them and Ghost hand up he notice the bruises in form of his hand prints forming on Ghost thighs. The ugly posesiv parts of Soap are satisfied, seeing this as another claim, before he notices that Ghost shorts will not cover them. "Want that vacation", Ghost says after finishing the bar and Soap is kissing his forehead as a answer.

[pfhwrittes]

💪 I’d be happy to claim that emoji! What an honour

We, as a society, need to get these hot men out of those uniforms and into pairs of dirty dickies overalls and scuffed steel toes‼️

💪 anon you are so correct! @syoddeye said it in the notes of my first tradie!141 post (and i agreed) that this fandom NEEDS artwork of team 141 as tradespeople in a pin-up style. one day when i have money i will commission an excellent artist to do this

i firmly believe that as soon as any of the tradie!141 guys get new boots they purposefully scuff 'em up so they can't get the piss taken out of them for having clean work gear. (for those that don't know why they would, clean gear = someone who doesn't work on the tools)

also workwear is objectively way sexier than military uniforms, i'm sorry i don't make the rules

[pfhwrittes]

i need to lie down. thinking about the 141 guys in work trousers is detrimental to my health 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[pfhwrittes]

Welding anon here, I technically didn’t complete the program bc I am missing a single credit, which is fine by me because I ended up switching up and going into agriculture instead, which I am much happier to be in and I just got my degree for it. I don’t regret taking that program because I enjoyed the work (best I can describe it? It was almost like piping a cake) but I was the only girl in the room, not usually a problem for me but the guys didn’t talk to me at all and it was soul crushingly isolating

I always pictured him as a welder bc ye he has massive beefy arms and him being an explosives expert, I could see him enjoying the sparks and the process of creating something durable and strong. Both require a good bit of math, (not to mention shooting math which I still struggle with too) Just seems like a dude who finds fulfillment in difficult, heavy precision work. All those scars on his arms too… yea he’d be a hot welder, all sweaty and bit dirty and smelling like steel. Would make you a welded flower bouquet and it would look immaculate

I did also dabble in wood working (not carpentry. If ur curious I was making bee hives bc I was a bee keeper for a time and my company was so small I had to learn how to do everything) price is so carpenter core. He would smell like freshly cut wood, just a bit smokey and strong. I can just picture saw dust absolutely filling his pockets and trailing it around everywhere by accident. Carpenters always have really calloused, rough, strong hands and that’s just so him. Obsessed with carpenter price ngl.

I’m kinda redneck as fuck and I have the obsessed with being outside flavour of autism. I do have buff arms too 💪 (sorry this is a long ask sorry)

welding anon (or maybe i should just call you buff 💪 anon because hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah) please do not ever apologise for long asks. i love long asks. i cherish long asks. i cherish you for sending me a long ask.

firstly, the guys on your course SUCK for making you feel isolated. i get it on some level as i've been the only non-cis person on-site before. i know i've been lucky as i am technically a plumbing nepo-baby so any other shit has been shut down hard by my mum but more often than not she's the only woman on-site. thankfully she's got something like 40 years experience working with the guys she works with so she knows everyone and their children (and all the gossip, tradies are incorrigible gossips and i love it so much).

secondly, fuck yeah to finding something you love doing! i'm incredibly proud of you for getting your degree! go you! and also you're an incredibly talented multi-skilled individual, be proud of yourself for all the skills you have (welding, woodworking, beekeeping!!!).

thirdly, it's official you've converted me into a welder!soap person. you're absolutely correct. he would love welding. sparks + maths + methodical + challenging = welder!soap. he'd be so cheesy about giving you a metal flower bouquet too. excuse me for a minute while i think about sweaty soap with big beefy arms. oooooh boy 😵‍💫

finally, you are entirely correct that carpenter!price would smell so good. ugh, the smell of cut wood is addictive and definitely one of my most favourite smells in the world (i am that person that lingers in the timber yard in a B&Q just to get a whiff of the cut pine). carpenter!price would love his sweetheart fussing over his callouses and rubbing hand cream into his hands before bed every night, you can't tell me he wouldn't. i think the fact that he smells so good definitely makes up for the fact that you'd be fishing pencils and sawdust out of his pockets every time you did laundry. plus you'd have the most beautiful kitchen cabinets that are the envy of all your friends just because he wanted to give the kitchen a "spruce up" (side note: never trust a tradie to do their own DIY, you WILL end up living in a half-finished construction site for over 2 years).

[pfhwrittes]

P, inquiring minds (me) want to know, for Talk Shop Tuesday, if you had to recommend one of your works to someone, what would you choose, and why?

For funsies, in the Tradie 141-verse, what are Alejandro's and Rudy's trades? Can you confirm my personal tradie-verse headcanon that The Shadow Company are union busters? 

sy! hello beloved friend! 💜

oh shit okay. um. hmmm. oh fuck. can i cheat and recommend the whole of the Binders and Boyfriends Masterlist? it's got a little bit of everything in it (smut, angst, fluff). if i can't cheat, i'm going to recommend this drabble because i'm proud of it despite it not showing up on any masterlist (oops, i should fix that!)

OH THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS. yes yup yep yep yep. the shadow company are 100% union busters and i HATE THEM. i am going to throw the fuck down with philip "dickhead" graves. GET WRECKED DICKFACE. I WILL PLANT MY SIZE FIVE WORK BOOTS UP HIS ARSE AND MAKE HIM TASTE STEEL TOES THAT'S FOR DAMN SURE.

alejandro and rudy. 100% those guys run their own painting and decorating firm. "Los Vaqueros. Cowboys by name, not by nature!". price definitely recommends work to them and they join him on jobsites allllll the time. ale gets worked up over the customer's colour choices and rudy has a steadying presence to temper his partner's outbursts and somehow manages to get the customer to choose any other colour than Landlord Special Beige. thank god for rudy.

Talk Shop Tuesday

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I always pictured soap as a welder (def not because I went to a welding school and was projecting bc I was lonely)

anon you're so cool! holy shit! i know next to nothing about welding so PLEASE tell me more!

(and aw no, that sucks that you were lonely. i'd like to think i would've been your friend)

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Tradie 141 Masterlist

tradie!141 thoughts + reblog with kaadaaan's tags 💪 anon's excellent thoughts on welder!soap

tradie!141 tag for random thoughts, asks, and inspiration

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delighted to once again find out that everyone is horny over 141 as tradies. truly excellent work everyone. i bestow kisses upon you (or an exuberant wave if physical touch isn't your thing)

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Masterlist

I've decided to finally stick all the masterlists in one place so I can condense my pinned post into something easier to read. Please let me know if any of the links are broken or need updating.

Retail Hell AU - TF141 working in B&Q

Drug Dealer AU - TF141 as drug dealers

Binders and Boyfriends - Focusing on non-cis reader inserts

Here be kink - TF141 kinks and fetishes

Dark fics - Dark fics that aren't covered by another project

Goddamn Ghosts AU - If BBC Ghosts and TF141 were blended together.

Music Festival AU - TF141 getting up to festival hijinks

Seren "Jonesy" Jones (OC) - TF141 + Jonesy (OC)

Housemate!Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - gaz x gn!reader domesticity

Tradie!141 AU - TF141 as "tradies" aka tradespeople / blue collar workers

Pervy!Reader - 18+ drabbles/fics featuring pervy reader with multiple characters