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dmitriene · 5 days

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there's fuzzing warmth all over your body, spreading from your fluttering stomach up to your mushy head, the one that bobs up and down johnny's throbbing cock, slobbering all over the taut, veined flesh that dribbles salty precum on your tongue when you suckle mindlessly on his reddened tip.

— “fu — uck, whit a guid lassie yer, such a bonny kitty„ johnny praises, almost babbles through gritted teeth, without directing your movements with a heavy hand on the back of your head, letting you keep your pace and do whatever you want with his leaking, lengthy cock, while staring at your blank gaze.

you hum something absolutely incoherent, hollowing your flushed cheeks, letting johnny's cock lay on your warm tongue and slip deeper in your throat, eyes fluttering when he strokes your hair, lightly, petting you like a precious pet you are right now, when there's a tender stroke against your naked asscheek.

the touch makes you arch obediently, rounded flesh of your ass perching further, presenting yourself to the pleased gaze of brownish eyes, listening to the rumbling — “mm, a good kitty indeid, just' look at' yau, arching for me with yauh pretty ass and sweit' cunt'„ as simon thick fingers brush against cute plug stuffed in your butt, fluffy kitty tail soft to the calloused touch.

the praise makes your sopping cunt clench, tummy coiling with flooding warmth that turns into gushing strings of slick, sticking to the fur of your tail, as simon brushes it aside, looking at the wet path with wide grin and crinkling eyes, before he pulls the plug out gently.

the movement makes you shudder, tense slightly if it weren't for the extremely gentle stroking along your spine, as you hum again around johnny's throbbing shaft, this time making him moan at the feeling, as simon hunches on top of your sprawled body.

you look at him behind your shoulder, at least try to with your mouth stuffed full, catching the curled corners of simon's pale lips when he lovers his face to kiss against your temple, fingers moving between your slicked folds to swirl against your clit, and when you hear the zipper coming undone behind you, you brace yourself to accept his meaty cock in any hole simon would love to stuff you.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

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ravennaortiz · 4 months

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I must feed the inbox!! I love your work, it's so good!

I would like to request 4 and 14 with Chib's. He finds the reader after she has been taken by the Mayans and tortured for information about the club, I love Chib's so much he's such a sweet man 😍

Awww! Thank you so much! I appreciate hearing that! *Kicks feet and claps hands*

Chibs really is just a sweetheart and I think these prompts( 4:Are you hurt and 14: Please, be okay) and this situation will provide ample evidence of that. As Always 18+

Be Okay

"Guess they don't care to much about you. What is this like day four?" asked one of the masked men as he grabbed your hair yanking your bruised and bloodied face up to look at him. Honestly you were starting to wonder the same thing. Maybe giving up information would have been better than keeping your mouth shut. "If you talk. This stops" stated another man from behind her. "I don't know anything" you replied after a couple minutes as you shook your head weakly.

"Alright. I just want to remind you I offered you the easy way out" replied the man with your hair as he yanked you from the chair you were in. Dragging you across the floor ,as you stumbled and cried out as your cut up knees hit the concrete, before dunking your head in the bucket of icy water on the ground.

Once you were back in the chair and alone you let the warm salty tears slip from your eyes. You wished that they would just kill you already.

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"Chibs wait. We might need back up" called Tig as he tried to keep Chibs from running into the abandoned building on the outskirts of Charming. "She is in there!" bellowed Chibs as he barreled past Tig his gun drawn but his mind only on whether you were alive or dead. You had been missing for almost a week. The Mayans taunting them with random phone calls of you screaming or videos of you being tortured in various ways. The last message was a link to a live feed with the address.

The image of you hanging by your wrists motionless, bruised and bloodied haunted Chibs. Please be okay he chanted over and over as he ran through the empty building with Tig hot on his heels. Chibs knew what he would find when he got to the room but it still shocked him. The room was silent and the overwhelming stench of copper filled his nose. Chibs rushed to your side holding your body up while Tig cut the ropes keeping you in the air.

Once the rope was cut Chibs dropped to the floor as his warm tears fell down on your motionless face. "Are you hurt lassie?" blurted out Chibs just wanting to hear your voice even if he knew the answer. Your skin was ungodly cold and your lips were tinted blue. "Don't touch her" growled Chibs at Tig as he rocked you in his arms. "Need to check for a pulse" replied Tig firmly as he heard footsteps from down the hall. .

Tig had his eyes shut as he felt along your neck for any sign that you were alive. "Tig" he heard Happy say his name just as he felt the faintest pulse under his finger tips. "Get an ambulance" ordered Tig as he sighed a bit in relieve.

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psych-incorrectquotes · 7 months

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Shawn: Is it a crime if I throw salt in someone’s face? I think it would be really funny to do that and then go ‘You look a little salty’

Lassie: It’s assault

Shawn: I know it’s a salt, but is it a crime?

#psych #incorrect quotes #shawn spencer #carlton lassiter

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steam-beasts · 5 months

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Snowy Sea Rescue!

Most of the time, Brendam Docks was quite busy with many dockmen shouting out orders, cargo being lifted and loaded on to ships to and fro, trucks being shunted by Salty as he bantered on with Cranky or even Carly like usual.

But in winter, it was significantly more busy than ever with the Christmas rush, so there are fragile and brittle gifts being held in multiple boxes that are carried out to sea.

Salty's driver's wife had presents which were amongst many gifts that arrived by boat to the docks, and his driver was eagerly anticipating its arrival until today...

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"Fourth cargo ship coming up! Get ready lads... and lass!" The Dock manager called out.

The three dock cranes were hard at work, unloading multiple crates of different gifts on to flatbeds. Salty was also hard at work, shunting as many flatbeds as possible to the right places.

Carly groaned "ANOTHER one?! That's the eighth one today!"

"It's the Christmas rush, Carly. It's a normal thing around 'ere..." Cranky creaked "Anyway, why are YOU complaining? Haven't you ever had a Christmas rush back in Southampton?"

Carly sighed "Yes, but...ugh, I never had to multitask unloading FOUR boats at once! Even a couple years back, it wasn't THIS intense!" She panted, sliding over to another boat. Down on the rails, Salty cackled at the portal crane's groaning "Hahar, sounds like ye are a wee bit rusty in the joints, lassie!" He said.

Big Mickey chuckled quietly "Trust me, you two. Be glad we aren't at Tidmouth Harbour. Over there's probably twice as busy compared to here, since it's the biggest harbour on the island!"

"Couldn't 'ave spoken truer words, me hearty. We'd ALL be tired out if we worked thar. Har....though, t' be truthful, it be takin' it's toll on me as well" Salty admitted a sigh, the work had been a bit straining with Porter away for his big sleep. Cranky and Carly exchanged nervous wide-eyed glances before silently going back to work. They couldn't bear the thought of being at Tidmouth.

Salty's driver poked his head and looked over at one of the ships "Oi, mate! Are there any red crates over there?" He yelled. One of the dockmen securing the crates looked back "Nah, can't say there are any. What about it, pal?"

"It's for me wife!" The driver yelled. Salty's interest peaked when he heard that "Did ye get a present for yer wife, driver?"

His driver smiled "Yep, four rather large ones to be precise. M' hopin' she'll like 'em"

"Oh I'm sure she will" the Dockside diesel chuckled. Just then, a chilly breeze swept through the docks, causing Salty to shiver, his frame rattling. Salty's driver exclaimed and kept a tight grip on the handles "Woah, ol' boy! Easy!"

Salty grunted "I get cold, driver. We diesels don't 'ave fur like the steamies!"

The diesel driver sighed and patted Salty's cab "I know, it's not really your fault. It's the winter! Everythin' around you gets as cold as ice, even the sea!"

Carly shuddered "Couldn't have said it better, Chuck! I took a dip in the water to find fish this morning, and it was freezing! My fins felt really numb and sore!" She said, flapping one of her fins "My operator had to hand-feed me fish"

Everyone murmured in agreement, including the Dock manager who was there to listen. The manager then walked over to Salty's driver with a schedule board "Alright, your crate should be here very soon"

"Hmph! It was supposed to be here yesterday!"

"Sorry. Bad sea conditions were causing the delay, I'm afraid" he shrugged before turning heel and leaving. The driver groaned, shaking his head "This damn weather" He muttered under his breath.

Salty let out a small dog-like whine at hearing his driver's dismay. Christmas Eve would be coming soon, so it made sense why the man was grumpy about it "Don't worry, driver. It will be here soon..."

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It was around 2:00 when the workload had thankfully died down, there were less ships coming in to the docks, and Salty had significantly less flatbeds to shunt. So, the cranes were able to get longer breaks and so did Salty, which was a relief! Working was ok, but admittedly a bit harder being one shunting engine short. But other than that, at least they could rest.

However, the peace and quiet was disrupted by a loud ear-splitting BANG!

Salty's whole body arched upwards like a frightened cat, and he even shrieked like one. Cranky, Carly and Big Mickey all nearly screamed at the loud noise, their poor sensitive ears!

"Flare spotted!" Big Mickey's operator yelled, pointing out into the ocean. Everyone immediately looked to where he pointed, and they all gasped in horror – it was a sinking cargo barge, and its crew were waving frantically for help and shouting.

"They're sinking!! Call the bloomin' Search & Rescue centre! Anyone!" The Dock manager barked from his megaphone. A workman spoke up "We can't! It'll be half an hour until they get 'ere in THIS weather! Those men will be down under by that time!"

The Dock manager was silent for a moment before looking up at the cranes "Do you think one of you three could get over there?"

"We would, chuck! But we're all sensitive to icy water! I got all numb and sore from a swim this morning! I was only in for a few seconds too!"

"Well, we need to get those men out of there somehow !"

Everyone murmured uncontrollably, no one knew what to do...except Salty.

Salty hummed thoughtfully to himself "Hmm...it be dangerous" He thought. Even if it was dangerous, SOMEONE has to risk it! Those crew members' lives were on the line. That's it. He MUST do something.

Salty's driver was on the diesel's footplate, nervously squeezing his handle bars when Salty suddenly jerked him off "Wha–?! Salty!" He exclaimed, landing on the ground with an oof.

Everyone watched with surprise as Salty jumped off the rails and went into his beast form. The monster diesel snarled and darted towards the ocean before jumping off the edge with a big SPLASH!

"Salty?!" Cranky and the diesel's driver gasped, the cranes spinned around to see him swimming towards the sinking boat. Salty wheezed and shivered as he paddled through the water, he was going to save those men no matter what!

His three pairs of limbs ached and clawed at the water, his finned tail giving him a boost. The crew on the sinking barge noticed the engine swimming towards them and all cheered and waved for his attention. Salty grunted and growled, trying to shake off the exhaustion as he reached the barge and its crew.

"Climb aboard, mateys!" He shouted hoarsely, the cold water had seeped into his vents. The crew didn't need to be told twice! They all crawled on top of Salty and held on tight as he bobbed about. Once he made sure everyone was one, Salty was about to leave until something caught his eye – something red.

It was the red crate his driver spoke about, floating on a single, small wooden platform. Conveniently, it was right next to him. Salty's eyes widened and without word, he quickly pulled it towards his buffers and pushed it along as he paddled towards the harbour.

Everyone from the docks watched in amazement as the diesel shunter rescued the whole crew "Salty's doing it!" Big Mickey cheered, and everyone followed suit. Salty's driver smiled "Go on, ol' boy". Despite how things looked from their perspective Salty panted tiredly, his body was numb and aching from all the paddling and the workers' small, but added weight along with pushing the crate was not helping.

Finally, the dockside diesel reached the harbour and found a ladder for the crew to climb. As soon as they all got off, Salty was wheezing and straining his breath, the cold was NOT good for him. Black spots were clouding his vision, along with a mild dizzy sensation, the struggle to breathe properly worsened from the water getting through his vents. It was then he soon realised it – this may be the end.

But he didn't fret, he instead smiled and chuckled wearily "Well, at least I did somethin' brave afore I go... har"" then in a flash, everything went black. The muffled yells from above silenced, and everything went numb...

He hoped everyone was safe.

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The darkness seemed it would go on forever. The silence was nearly deafening. But Salty wasn't afraid.

"Do...do you think he'll wake up, Sir?" Someone piped up. They sounded worried

"I can't say for certain, I'm afraid. We'll just have to wait" someone sighed. They sounded a little anxious, but they were also trying to remain calm.

The darkness then got brighter, big and small blobs taking form. Salty winced and watched as the smallest blobs were shuffling about, their shapes soon gathering more detail as the minutes went on.

"Wait...I think he's waking up..!" One voice exclaimed.

"Thank the lord for that..." another sighed, sounding relieved.

"Well? Step back, all of you! Give Salty some space!" The same voice from before boomed. Finally, Salty's vision fully returned, he could finally see where he was;

Salty was in the Dieselworks! A dim light shine over him. Surrounding him were the employees, and in front of him were none other than his driver and Sir Topham Hatt. Both were relieved to see him awake, as it seemed.

"Salty, ol' boy! Thank God you're awake!" His driver cried as he jogged over. Salty smiled "Ahoy, driver..." he replied tiredly, his driver then scratched under the dockside diesel's chin. Salty purred in response and leaned into the affection, his tail softly thumping against the ground. As soon as that was over, Salty asked "So, uh...wha' happened t' me?"

Sir Topham Hatt then stepped forward "You were a really brave and useful engine, Salty. You fainted right after getting those men back on land! Luckily, you were escorted to the Dieselworks as soon as Carly pulled you out, and the employees here spent 3 hours trying to clear out the water from your insides"

Salty's eyes widened "Well, blimey..." he then looked to his driver, and it was then he remembered the red crate. He didn't remember it being pulled up before he lost consciousness "But...I didn' save me driver's crate o' presents fer his wife..." he said in a quiet, guilty voice. Sir Topham Hatt's gaze softened and he looked to Salty's driver, who said "But you did"

"Aye?"

"After you were taken here, Cranky fished out the crate. I can't thank you enough for getting it..." he explained with soft smile. In return, Salty smiled back.

"Salty...." The Fat Controller began "For your bravery, you will be repainted into a colour of your own choice!"

"Oh, thank ye sir!" Salty said happily.

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A day later, Salty returned to the docks in a clean new red livery that would definitely get James feeling jealous. His buffers still had their oil weathering, but he didn't mind at all.

The cranes and dock men welcomed him back, and all congratulated him on rescuing the crew men.

Salty was very glad that day that he saved the crew, and his driver's crate of gifts. But asides from that, he was just happy to be by the sea, no matter how chilly it could get.

"Ooooh.... don't take me away from the sea, boys! Oooh....doooon't take me away from the sea! Harharhar!!"

#thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #monster engines #ttte salty #ttte cranky #ttte carly #ttte big mickey #short story

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a-scary-lack-of-common-sense · 1 year

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hi! this is the same anon who asked about the writing thing but--since they all had switched classes, is how you tagged/call them what they refer to each other as? (so like everyone refers to them as mediscout, engimed, demo-spy, etc.) or do they just refer to them as their new classes (so referring to the mediscout purely as Medic?) obviously they call solly spyder (which i think is so cute and very fun :>) but im curious about the others! so i guess this goes into the territory of: are there any nicknames they all call each other--or at least ones you think stand out?

Hello hello! First of all, thank you so much for asking so many questions and allowing me to talk about my AU to you all, I really appreciate that you guys are enjoying this as much as I am! <3

Second of all, I'm so sorry this took so long to answer!! I have seen your other ask concerning the writing for my AU, and I have to tell you beforehand that it's okay if you lost motivation or inspiration to write this during the long wait. I totally understand if you don’t feel like doing this anymore. Please don't force yourself to write for something you lost interest in. But I’ll gladly still infodump you about the AU!

Names:

Sure, if you wanted to you could just call them their job names. It would make it easier for the readers to recognize each character, but I do have some actual names I came up with if you prefer something more natural sounding!

All the job switched mercs chose their own names, but I deliberately made the names they chose sound as close as possible to the OG Red mercs'. Because the irony here is that they are clones who try so desperately to be unique and different from the OG team, but still managed to somehow copy them despite all their efforts not to.

But I'm really shit at naming things so the effect was kinda lost :')

Sniper as Soldier- Monday or Mondy

Reason: When asked about his name choice, he paused for a moment and asked back, "what day is it today?"

"Monday."

"Monday it is, then."

Soldier as Spy- June or Spyder

Scout as Medic- Germs (short for germinoma) (yeah idk what happened with this one but I didn't wanna call him Jerry either)

Reason: June chose the wrong day to ask Germs about name choices. When asked, the battle worn, tired, salty field-medic grabbed a random medical book from his bookshelf; opened the book; flipped to a random page; viciously stabbed his finger on a random spot on the page and read the word under his finger: "germinoma"- all the while maintaining direct eye contact. It was supposed to be sarcastic. June took it literally, so it became his permanent nickname (much to his dismay)

Medic as Engineer- Ludovic (sometimes they call him Ludo, for short)

Spy as Demoman- Louise, Lois, Lassie, Louisiana, Lyse (any name similar sounding enough to Lois works)

Reason: His "boom sticks" are modified versions of an actual French cigarette brand called "Gauloises". Since none of the mercs actually knows how to read French, they severely butchered the pronunciation and ended up just dropping the beginning of the word entirely, sticking with "loises". However, everyone had varying interpretations of how to pronounce THAT too. So his exact name remains a mystery, and he won't clarify either (he finds it fun to see them try and guess).

Demoman as Sniper- Trevis

Heavy as Pyro- Mikel

Engineer as Heavy- Belle

Pyro as Scout- Zippo

Reason: ya know... zippo lighters... and he's a scout now, so he ZIPS past you... get it?

These are all very bad names, I know, but hopefully you can tolerate my utterly abysmal naming skills :')

Nicknames:

- Monday sometimes calls Lois "Goldilocks" as his own godawful pronounciation of "Gauloises". It annoys Lois to no ends and Mondy loves it.

- He also sometimes calls Germs "bun-bun" to piss him off about his buck teeth. He feels too bad to joke about Belle's tho.

- Monday uses the most nicknames with others, 90% of which is to mock or annoy but it's all in good fun (usually)

- THEY'RE ALWAYS THE SILLIEST NICKNAMES TOO, WITH EVEN SILLER STORIES BEHIND THEM. Just think of the dumbest, goofiest, sounding names

- He once honest to God called Mikel "Jason" and did NOT elaborate

- Germs rivals Monday with his own silly nicknames for everyone, but his tend to be a bit more... vulgar

- "HEY FUCKNUGGETS"

- "fly high, chucklefest junior!"

- "calm down Colonel shrinky-dink"

Okay, that's it for now. love you, bye bye, I'll see u again in another ask!

#tf2 #team fortress two #my art #asks #job switcheroo au #job switch mercs #tf2 oc #tf2 au #tw scopophobia #tw eyestrain #job switcheroo

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graveyard-party666 · 2 months

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Blood & Wine

Put the bet on... on something.

Another day, another chapter. This one is shorter because i didn't want anyone who reads to get bored midway.

Next chapter will be longer. And hopefully life won't punch me in the face yet again, so i can post a new chapter sooner.

P.S. Today Kler and her song "Любов" ("Love") helped me a lot to put this chapter together. Thank you, Kler.♡

"In the depths of the depths That salty love Emerges, emerges And will fly between the worlds Looking for those two again To connect, and will connect them"

She has no idea how she got there. One moment she's trying to study criminology, the next she's working as an interrogation expert and psychologist for an elite Task Force. Soldiers mixed with CIA agents mixed with private companies like Shadow Company. Too much for someone who tries to avoid the whole military world.

Red even regrets starting to work in that mess, also a bit angry at Kate Laswell and her honeyed words that could convince even professionals like Red to 'help the right cause.'

Fucking empathy and the wish to always help everyone. Right, Red?

Those regrets don't last long - she simply has no time to think about it much. And like a proper psychologist, Red tells herself: 'Be positive, keep it positive!' while at the same time wanting to fist fight Soap for trying to start a political banter with Gaz.

'I love that work!' - new mantra for Red. Works with varied success. The thing that works non-stop just like she does is tranquilizers.

She loves that work unironically, at least for down-to-earth Captain Price. Bless his soul.

Truth be told, Red has no idea why they need her there. Absolutely all of them are amazing at human behavior reading. Maybe they themselves don't understand that? Who knows.

But all of them are weirdly sweet. Even Ghost or as Red calls him 'Mr. My Chemical Romance' is strangely patient with the "lowly" civvie. Well, he was the one to give her the nickname, wasn't he? 'You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed' maybe? Because sometimes Red feels like a little pet the men of Task Force took in - a bit annoying and might reduce stress. (While giving her even more stress).

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

"Ye sure that Freud was wrong about oral fixations? Price smokes a lot. Maybe it's something from childhood?" Soap fell down with a loud thump on the small couch in Red's office.

"You smoke too, Soap," the woman shakes her head, looking skeptically at the Scottish soldier.

"All of us do, lassy," the man mumbles, taking the couch pillow and making it a hostage of his hug. "But Price... Price smokes too much!" His Scottish accent is nice to the ear. Not harsh, yet prominent.

"Well, considering how messy some of your missions are... no wonder he smokes so much," Red shrugs, looking out the window of her office, gazing at the trees near the base, enjoying the spring green.

Captain Price is a workaholic. Everyone knows that. Late hours is nothing to him if the work calls. No matter if he needs to save the world or to file some paper work. He just gets himself a glass of whiskey and a good cigar. And works, works and works. Red is jealous of his ability to sit and do the work so patiently without needing to stop every fifteen minutes and stare into the wall.

Sergeant's tired sight brings Red back from the deep thoughts.

"Why are you here, by the way? Something happened?"

"Why every time I'm visiting, you think I did something? You never doubt LT like you doubt me, lass." MacTavish couldn't help but tease.

"Why? Because it was you who tried avoiding Ghost after losing his knife while sitting in my office... lad," Red let out a chuckle, remembering that whole ordeal. "Your mohawked head cannot stay out of troubles for at least a week..."

"Yeah... fair." Scotsman laughs, turning to look at the ceiling. His blue eyes are still full of something. Something that Red understands as a curiosity.

"Why does Ghost spend so much time here in your office, though?" Mischievous glint in John's eyes took Red off guard. "He doesn't want to talk about the fact that he spends most of his free time on base here, in your office."

Soap is sometimes too smart for his own good. He's sees small things, notices the smallest changes in human behavior. Red once thought that if he wouldn't be a soldier he would make a good psychologist. But on the other hand Soap and his fiery personality helps him a lot in his line of work.

Interacting with him is interesting. He is weirdly accepting of Red's anonymity. Which, of course, warms her heart and gives her the feeling of belonging that she was seeking. She would never tell him that, though.

Red knows damn well not to give Soap too much information. Not to give him something that he might use later to tease her or his Lieutenant.

"Because, my dear Soap, my sweet sweet lovely, Johnny..." the psychologist began, using that sweet, nice voice on the Scottish soldier, "I'm cooler than you all!"

Soap couldn't help but laugh, still thinking that he won't leave his question unanswered. He's persistent, he'll finds out his truth. Like he always does. If not truth than at least something to tease Red and Ghost with.

Or maybe he and the rest should put the bets on... on something.

Silence filled the room yet again, letting them both enjoy fleeting moments of peace.

Tag list: @cloudofbutterflies92 @chloekistune @justasmolbard

#blood & wine #blood & wine series #oc:red #cod self insert (maybe)#self insert: red

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fairy-hub · 7 months

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Hello! You've been tagged! You don't have to do anything if you don't want to, but if you'd like, ist 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! Learn to know your mutuals and followers! also, heylo

Thank you! 💕 this was so much fun and so cuuute

1. My hubby! His warm comforting hugs, his goofy smiles, his soft long dark hair, the way he kisses my forehead and holds me before we fall asleep. When he makes food for me, how he helps me clean up the house paying attention to how I want things done and doing it as such. His big dick-

1. I had to do another one cause my furbabies I adore all of them so much. Along with the one at my work which is too feral to catch and put into my home so I’ll do my best to make them a home there.

2. Sun rise or sun set, the moon, the trees swaying in the wind, owls hooting, crickets chirping, birds chirping, the smell of burning fire wood, the smell before a storm, the feel of rocks, earth and grass beneath my feet. The sparkle of a lake when the sun or moon hits it. The glittering stars in the sky, the soft fluffy clouds, low hanging fog, thick dark gray clouds. Soft rain, heavy rain, gentle snow that swirls before landing. Blowing in fuzzy wishing flowers, finding mushrooms and ant hills.

3. Cozy warm blankets out of a dryer, a giant pillow that is half my size that firm offering good neck support but let’s my head sink in. Feeling my cats tiny paws as they walk across the bed finding a place to lay around my hubby and I.

4. Chocolate, caramel, coffee, fruit smooths, yummy warm fried shrimp, sushi especially if it has crab and or shrimp. Garlic bed with thick cheesy on it. Curry that as my nose running as I try and chase the spiciness with a mango lassi. Thick fat steak burgers with some salty ass fries. A fruit salad, or the house salad they give right before my sushi.

5. Sharing something with a friend/my hubby, making a positive memory to look back on.

#hopefully I did this right #this was fun thank you for the tag!

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unchartedthelostlegacy · 2 years

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“Can I get you guys started with some drinks?”

Chloe’s tired eyes flicked over the menu for a moment before the question even registered in her brain. By the time she opened her mouth to order, Nadine was halfway through not one, but two quirky smoothie names.

“I’ll have the Mango-Inside and the Spinach Cycle.”

Chloe raised her eyebrows over her menu, but Nadine was flashing a smile at the waitress, not paying attention to her.

“Ordering for us both, china?”

“Oh no,” Nadine finally looked at her. “They’re both for me. They’re small.”

“Huh. Here I thought you didn’t have a sweet tooth.”

“Oh, we only use chopped dates or honey,” the waitress said.

“It’s been a rough couple of days, all right?” Nadine muttered, squinting.

“Of course,” Chloe laughed.

Smoothies. Her new partner was coping with the stress of, Chloe imagined, not killing Sam Drake with pureed fruit and veg.

But the foul-mouthed smoker had departed to America that morning. Nadine had moaned about his snoring. Chloe didn’t like it either, and it was part of the reason she was blearily eyeing an Irish coffee on the menu.

But the other part was much harder to deal with.

“I’ll have a lassi,” Chloe said.

The waitress didn’t give her the same smile as she’d shot Nadine. She breezed off.

Chloe couldn’t help thinking God, am I really that over the hill?

“I hope you’re planning on ordering food too, china. You’re not thinking of drinking your dinner?”

Nadine was playing with the napkin-wrapped fork and knife. Her eyes danced up to meet Chloe’s for just a moment.

And went away.

“You know I thought you’d be stoked he’s gone,” Chloe mumbled. “Oil and water, you two.”

Nadine was looking out into the street. The lights of the cars in the massive traffic jam, the peppering of cheaper restaurant’s awnings separated by souvenir shops.

“I don’t want to go home.”

The words seemed to drop. Fall onto the table. Nadine’s fingertip was digging beneath her watchband, smoothing the tender imprinted skin.

“Oh.”

Chloe didn’t have two seconds to think up a coherent response. Two bright plastic cups full of fruity goodness descended before Nadine.

“Here you are, miss!”

Chloe took her lassi from the waitress absently. She looked at it. Nadine broke the top of her first drink with the paper straw.

“You’re afraid of your f--”

“When did I say I was afraid?”

God. Nadine had to be sharp, didn’t she? The razor-smart military professional and the pastry-soft animal aficionado rolled into one beautiful package.

“Fine,” Chloe said. “Come to--come to Australia with me, then. Have a little detour, see the sights. Or--weren’t you going to go to Iceland anyway? Who says you have to go home? Try some of this.”

“I have two drinks of my own.”

Chloe glared at her.

It broke Nadine. Her somber look splintered into a smile, starting at her lips. “Fine.”

Chloe pushed it over and Nadine took a sip.

“It’s salty milk!”

“Stop!”

Nadine wrinkled her nose. “I like the mango one.”

“Of course you do.”

Nadine made her drink the Mango-Inside for comparison, and a flush came over Chloe, a stupid, no-good, rotten flush at the fact their lips had touched the same straw. What are you, still in high school?

“You can make them at home for a fraction of the price, you know.”

“Ja, I never had the time for preparing fresh fruit in my expensive blender at home that I absolutely have.”

You can now, Chloe wanted to say. You can buy the best blender on the planet and a truckload of fruit and eat smoothies and not worry about pleasing your father or fighting in more wars or worse, schmoozing with megalomaniacs. A woman like you deserves to be fed grapes in a Greek play, not subsisting on MREs.

Instead she sipped more lassi. “I think I’ll have the coconut goat curry.”

Nadine nodded, just as if she approved, glancing between entrees. Her hand slipped to her neck to gently scratch it and Chloe couldn’t be this horny. It was impossible. She couldn’t want to chase that scar and see where it ended up under Nadine’s shirt, not this badly.

It was bad enough she’d slept feet away from Nadine in the suite. Nadine’s military order governed her toiletries, clothes, even the small items she’d bought for her family members back home all organized above her luggage. Chloe had made the hotel room homely by spreading around her possessions. She hadn’t noticed it happening, until she was awoken from a nap by a bra projectile aimed into her eyesocket.

“Think the towel rack might be for towels,” snapped the South African from the bathroom before shutting the door.

Chloe had sat up, frowning, and proceeded to throw her bra back at the bathroom door.

She’d laid her head back on the pillow, hearing its metal clasps clack against wood, and then the soft laughter from within.

Cold fog had beaded on the plastic cup now. Chloe was watching Nadine order garlic naan and tandoori chicken.

She’d not wanted Nadine to go home, either.

#chlodine #fanfic #chloe frazer #nadine ross #indian food #food #naan #lassi #coconut goat curry #fluff #wlw #lesbian #gay #ficlet #pining #uncharted #the lost legacy

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Captain Magnum x Male or GN Reader

-@wilfywarfy

Lets be honest with ourselves old man,

We need more male readers in the fanfic department-

It was a rough day out at sea, with the breeze warm and the air fresh and tasting salty. There at the wheel of the ship, stood Captain Magnum, the head of the SS Magnus. He, alongside his trusty first mate, S/o, manned and sought out for treasure. With their eyes on the prize, no one could stop them from becoming the number 1 sea dwellers around the globe.

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It was around afternoon, and the main deck was bustling with activity and songs. John, the last first mate was playing the coordain, while Lassie was playing the tambourine. The rest of the crew danced and sung to their hearts content, celebrating yet another successful treasure hunt.

S/o was dancing away, singing shanties and throwing gold doubloons to the crew. Their laughter rang out in the air, making some of the crew swoon from their handsome(and or beautiful hehehe) looks and baritone(and or soprano) voice.

The captain, Magnum, was off to the side, drinking a hearty drink of rum, held tightly by his giant paw like hands. A soft smile grazing his lips as he stares adoringly at his first mate. No, not just first mate, his only mate...

His eyes become lidded, letting them wander as he observes every part of S/o. His heart thrumming against his chest like a drum as thoughts of romance bloom.

He sighs, closing his eyes and takes a swig of rum. Percy, the scrawny crewmate came trotting over to the giant behemoth of a man. He knocks on Magnums log legs, the captain, looking down at him with question.

“You enjoyin the view of dem aren’t ya, captain?” Said Percy, his tone teasing as he watches Magnum’s cheeks flush with red. The tall captain looked away with defiance, huffing like a school girl. “Yeah yeah, so what if I was? Ye don’t wannu mop the deck now do ya?” He interjects back, his tone playful but threatening.

Percy sweat drops as he laughs nervously, making a mock salute, he turns on his heal and shuffles back to the circle, covering his face as he silently regrets his decision.

Magnum chuckles, but catches sight of S/o, the handsome man waved at the captain with fervor, his smile beaming at the giant bear man. He feels his heart skip a beat, smiling back, he raises his drink. And with slight clumsiness, the first mate was able to grab his drink and raise it back at the captain.

Both give each other a love stricken look, their smiles turning dreamy, their eyes, having become lidded with affection and adortion.

How they have fallen for each other...

#Captain Magnum x reader #Captain Magnum x male reader #male reader #romantic #xreader #x reader #Markiplier Egos #AHWM Magnum #ahwm wilford #a heist with markiplier

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