Oooh I'm cited into a maratonista fic, header HEEEE (*ascended fangull moment*)
*cough*
*recompose herself
*proceed to snicker and cackle and laugh strong enough to wake the cats* (literally. I woke up my cats who were peacefully sleeping in the other room)
THAT IS AWESOME! Really, Really, REALLY AWESOME!
He’s in his boxers and he’s duct taped to a chair.
Not tied, but fucking duct taped. With actual fucking duct.
AHAHAHAH what else did you expected? Cuffs? Please, as if they would use something you can get out of!
Jensen kicked him in the face when Cougar taped his legs to the chair.
Doesn’t look like he gives a fuck, either.
Jensen really hates Cougar sometimes.
*delighted cackling*
Really.
Yup and if you say it for long enough maybe you (the only one in the world) will believe it. *snickers*
Thing is, Jensen bets Jolene said abso-fucking-lutely nothing about the whole happy-go-lucky bondage crap. That’s just their sick, twisted interpretation of her orders.
They are Black Ops, they operate efficiently when on a mission *snickers loudly*. Also I bet Jolene mentioned something to Pooch in passing like "You'll probably need to force-feed them to him" and then Cougar heard it and he light up (because that would also let him do his watching undisturbed by Jensen creating problems and attracting bad-luck just by breathing.
Pooch says an hour later. He’s covered in cookie batter, and Jensen is tempted to lick him, just to piss Cougar off.
Jensen, you'll need your teeth and you'll need to be able to walk, remember it.
Do you seriously want me on a sugar high? Because you get to be the one to explain that to the Colonel. I mean it. I’ll bounce, I’ll bounce right out the door and down the fucking street.
“Cougar’ll keep you busy.” Pooch doesn’t look concerned with the potential ramifications of Jensen on a sugar rush.
Pooch is clearly stupid.
Four Star Generals will blockade North Korea before they give Jensen sugar.
That diplomatic incident in Stockholm?
Yeah. That was all down to the sugar.
Pooch, honey, I love you but ... *clears voice* physically, he’s strong as an ox. Mentally, he’s leaps and fucking bounds ahead of the rest of you. He’s, well, beautiful, for lack of a better term *cough* Okay, quote-from-memory-moment over. Cougar can tie him but the moment the sugar-rush hit? You are all FRAKKED, ok?
And I need to see it. The crowning moment of triumph of Jake Jensen. The day he hit the mother of all sugar rushes. Field day for catastrophe. *notes that she sounds like corny movies* THE DAY OF RECKONING! *bellows*
*collapse into a fit of snickers and cackles*
So there’s Jensen, duct taped to a chair with Pooch cackling and Cougar feeding, and Clay’s only reaction is to say “Make sure you clean up when you’re done.”
Jensen needs to transfer to another unit, asap.
Jensen, there is no unit who could survive you except this one *pets him*
Cougar shrugs and fetches a blanket from their kit. He tucks it round Jensen’s shoulders, and it’s weirdly sweet, in a Norman Bates kind of way.
HEEEEEEEEEEE I love when they know what they're doing it's fucked up but in a kind of 'awww' way.
Cougar pets his knee affectionately.
For him, kidnapping, bondage and force feeding are as close to flowers and poetry as he’ll get.
OH COUGS *awwwwwwwww and then snickers really loudly*
Ok, I'm sorry I quoted more than half of your fic back at you, but I couldn't help myself I SWEAR!
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Oooh I'm cited into a maratonista fic, header HEEEE (*ascended fangull moment*)
*cough*
*recompose herself
*proceed to snicker and cackle and laugh strong enough to wake the cats* (literally. I woke up my cats who were peacefully sleeping in the other room)
THAT IS AWESOME! Really, Really, REALLY AWESOME!
He’s in his boxers and he’s duct taped to a chair.
Not tied, but fucking duct taped. With actual fucking duct.
AHAHAHAH what else did you expected? Cuffs? Please, as if they would use something you can get out of!
Jensen kicked him in the face when Cougar taped his legs to the chair.
Doesn’t look like he gives a fuck, either.
Jensen really hates Cougar sometimes.
*delighted cackling*
Really.
Yup and if you say it for long enough maybe you (the only one in the world) will believe it. *snickers*
Thing is, Jensen bets Jolene said abso-fucking-lutely nothing about the whole happy-go-lucky bondage crap. That’s just their sick, twisted interpretation of her orders.
They are Black Ops, they operate efficiently when on a mission *snickers loudly*. Also I bet Jolene mentioned something to Pooch in passing like "You'll probably need to force-feed them to him" and then Cougar heard it and he light up (because that would also let him do his watching undisturbed by Jensen creating problems and attracting bad-luck just by breathing.
Pooch says an hour later. He’s covered in cookie batter, and Jensen is tempted to lick him, just to piss Cougar off.
Jensen, you'll need your teeth and you'll need to be able to walk, remember it.
Do you seriously want me on a sugar high? Because you get to be the one to explain that to the Colonel. I mean it. I’ll bounce, I’ll bounce right out the door and down the fucking street.
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE *snickers* *cackles*
“Cougar’ll keep you busy.” Pooch doesn’t look concerned with the potential ramifications of Jensen on a sugar rush.
Pooch is clearly stupid.
Four Star Generals will blockade North Korea before they give Jensen sugar.
That diplomatic incident in Stockholm?
Yeah. That was all down to the sugar.
Pooch, honey, I love you but ... *clears voice* physically, he’s strong as an ox. Mentally, he’s leaps and fucking bounds ahead of the rest of you. He’s, well, beautiful, for lack of a better term *cough*
Okay, quote-from-memory-moment over. Cougar can tie him but the moment the sugar-rush hit? You are all FRAKKED, ok?
And I need to see it. The crowning moment of triumph of Jake Jensen. The day he hit the mother of all sugar rushes. Field day for catastrophe. *notes that she sounds like corny movies* THE DAY OF RECKONING! *bellows*
*collapse into a fit of snickers and cackles*
So there’s Jensen, duct taped to a chair with Pooch cackling and Cougar feeding, and Clay’s only reaction is to say “Make sure you clean up when you’re done.”
Jensen needs to transfer to another unit, asap.
Jensen, there is no unit who could survive you except this one *pets him*
Cougar shrugs and fetches a blanket from their kit. He tucks it round Jensen’s shoulders, and it’s weirdly sweet, in a Norman Bates kind of way.
HEEEEEEEEEEE I love when they know what they're doing it's fucked up but in a kind of 'awww' way.
Cougar pets his knee affectionately.
For him, kidnapping, bondage and force feeding are as close to flowers and poetry as he’ll get.
OH COUGS *awwwwwwwww and then snickers really loudly*
Ok, I'm sorry I quoted more than half of your fic back at you, but I couldn't help myself I SWEAR!