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Red Sea Diving Resort One Shot-More To Life

Thanks to @sweater-daddiesdumbdork for my @official-and-unstable-satan ‘s Fic Off Challenge nomination... and @icanfeelastormbrewing for the idea on how to start this one off.

Is this gonna end up a series at some point? Probably because I’m a sucker for Ari and writing shit in general... Warnings- Language!

Ari slumped down on the couch in Ethan’s office and glanced at the tumble of scotch next to him.

“There’s something else…” Ethan said

“What?” Ari looked up at him.

“Andy Horowitz…”

Now that was a name he hadn’t heard in a while. Frowning he sat up. “What about him?”

“He’s dead Ari, was caught in a cross fire in Nigeria. Some terrorists raided the camp he was working in. The medics did everything they could but…” Ari let out a sigh and ran his hands over his beard “Shit. What about Hannah?”

“She’s safe.” Ethan assured him. “She’s currently in Johannesburg, as soon as we can get her home we will.”

That conversation was running through Ari’s head right now as 4 years later he stood in front of Hannah as she glared at him, arms folded.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” she looked at him “I barely got out of Africa alive, Andy didn’t and you want me to come and help you smuggle refugees out of Sudan?” “Hannah, this is gonna be different.” he pleaded “We have a really good cover, a great…” Hannah barked out a laugh and looked at him, shaking her head “No, no you have a pipe dream Ari, just like the pipe dream you roped Andy into almost 8 years back, the same pipe dream that in the end got him killed 4 years ago .”

Ari visibly started, as if he had been slapped. And to be fair, he felt like he had been.

“Is that…is that what you think?” he looked at her, swallowing slightly.

“I don’t think it, I know it.” she blazed at him “If it hadn’t been for you the idea of becoming an MSF would never have entered his head.” “Oh come on Hannah.” Ari sighed “You can’t seriously blame me for that? Andy was a good man, he wanted to help people…” “Was, Ari, yes. He was a good man. Was because he is fucking dead!”

“You were with him!” Ari said, looking at her “You were with him, so you must have shared that same desire.”

“I was with him because I had no choice.” she shook her head “I couldn’t stay behind and wonder what the hell he was doing at home, not seeing him for months on end. Our marriage wasn’t like yours Ari, I don’t have the patience or, frankly, bravery of your wife to be able to wave you off and stay behind…” Ari swallowed, that had hit him hard. “I’m sorry, but the answer is no.” she said, her tone a little softer “I wish you good luck with it, I really do but…” He nodded “Ok, well, thanks for seeing me anyway.”  He approached her a little tentatively “Look, if you change your mind…”

He dropped a card on her desk. She gave it a cursory glance before she looked up at him “I won’t.”

With a tight smile and a nod he left.

Hannah slumped down onto her chair, running her hands over her face. As she wiped the tears from her eyes, her attention fell to the framed photo of her and Andy on her desk. It was taken a few days before he had died, both of them in the field. It hadn’t been an easy 12 months spent, going where the demand took them, but she had to admit, it had been one of the most satisfying 12 months of her life. Helping people who truly needed it. Waking up every morning not knowing whether you would still be in the same place by nightfall, or if demand would take you elsewhere.

She’d struggled to come to terms with Andy’s death, just like any widow would she supposed, but it seemed so cruel. He had dedicated so much of his life to help others, and his life was taken from him in such a violent way. And he’d died saving her, pushing her out of the way of a bullet, taking it straight in the chest. He’d bled out next to her on the dusty floor as she’d desperately tried to save his life.

Her fingers gently ran over the card Ari had left, before she picked it up. It was a business card for Ethan Levin, the Israeli Intelligence Officer that one time Andy had worked with. She tossed it into the waste paper basket with a sigh and ran her hands over her face.

Deep-down she knew blaming Ari wasn’t completely fair, but the fact remained if it wasn’t for him then Andy would never have gotten that bee in his bonnet about there being more to life than treating “old people with flu” his words, not hers. And so after a lot of discussion they’d sold their home and uprooted their lives. And for 12 months it had been great, so rewarding. But not without risks, risks they knew full well about, but that knowledge hadn’t saved him.

After her return to the US she had thrown herself into her studies, qualified as a doctor (which had been surprisingly easy considering her previous experience as a nurse) but now, if she was honest, she was in a rut. Her life felt empty, worse than it had when Andy’s death had been fresh in her mind.

“Because you have no purpose, Han…”

Fuck. She was going to regret this.

******

“You do know that’s a truck, not a fucking gym floor right?” Sammy rolled his eyes.

“I’m restless.” Ari shot back, continuing his press ups.

“You and me both…” Sammy mumbled before he glanced up the street, folding his arms and leaning against the back of the truck “You know I still don’t get why we couldn’t just meet them at the airport.”

“Covert ops man.” Ari said, his arms stretching and then falling again “Use your brain.”

“What time did Ethan say this doctor was arriving?”

“Should be here any moment…” Another few minutes past before Sammy spotted a car pulling up across the street.

“Ari…” he said. Ari paused and looked at him, glancing at the car, before he stopped what he was doing and dropped to his ass, sitting on the back of the truck.

Both men watched the driver get out of the car and open the rear door before heading to the trunk.

“Is that…” Sammy felt his mouth drop open as a woman climbed out of the car and headed to the trunk.

“Well I’ll be damned…” Ari muttered, his mouth curling into a smile as she payed the driver. Nodding to him, she took her bag and headed over to the men.

“Hi Sammy.” she smiled “Long time no see.” “Hannah!” he beamed, sweeping her up into a hug “How you been?” “Oh you know…” she shrugged. She turned her attention to Ari, who grinned at her as he slid off the back of the truck. “Ari.” “What made you change your mind?” he asked, running a hand through his hair.

She shrugged “Dunno. Maybe I’m just an idiot.”

“That’s good…” Sammy snorted “You’re in good company. We all must be to trust this jackass.”

Hannah merely raised an eyebrow, biting back the response she had about getting them killed. She’d made a promise to herself to try and be reasonable with Ari. He hadn’t forced her into this, she was doing this of her own accord. Just like Andy had. That didn’t mean she’d forgiven him though. “Right, now you’re here we should head back.” Ari said. “Rachel and Jake will be wondering where we are.”

“You sure?” Sammy looked at him “Or you wanna do another 50 press ups before we get going?”

“Press ups?” Hannah looked at Ari “Seriously, you were doing press ups?”

He shrugged “Like I said, I get restless.”

“How many did you do?” she queried.

“I dunno, wasn’t counting.”

“Bullshit.” Sammy snorted “He was.”

“50 in how long?”

“I wasn’t…what is this?” Ari frowned.

“Just curious, I manage 30 in a minute but…”

“Is that a challenge?” Ari’s lips curled into a smirk.

She simply shrugged.

“Alright…” he said, dropping down “Go on, set your watch…”

With a roll of her eyes she glanced at her wrist and twirled the dials on the face “Go…”

As he began Sammy looked at her and he sidled closer “Are you really timing.”

“Nope “she said, “I’m just gonna see how long it is before he twigs.”

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Doggy Paddle, Doggy Style. Same Thing.

Summary- Starlord x Y/N. Peter Quill finally decides to visit Earth again. SMUT, Nsfw. Written for @official-and-unstable-satan​ fic off challenge. Challenged by @p8tn0lish​. Thanks Babes!

Word Count- 2.3k

“Lets talk about this plan of yours. I think its good. Except it sucks.” Peter told you, his very much tolerable girlfriend, whom at this point were just used to his blunt attitude, and his need for taking over plans. Your hands went to your hips when you decided to question him. 

“Whats wrong with visiting Zandar? Its nice, people are friendly, and just cause you cant seem to stay out of trouble there, that isnt my fault.” You happened to like the planet, even though Quill had a perchance to land into trouble, maybe it was the better option to let him chose where you two go. Rocket took Groot and Drax on a bit of a side quest, at your request and a big payout to Rockets account. You werent about to just blow this opportunity to zip around space, as you hoped the the fates, Peter wasnt about to suggest. 

“Earth” Peter shocked you, he rarely talked about Earth, and typically you all were all the way across the universe from the vividly blue and green planet. Peter was human, that was his home, but he hadnt been there since Yondu collected him. 

“You really want to go to Earth?” You questioned, clearly the hesitation in your voice. You had been asking him for years if he wanted to visit his home planet. And every time it was “No way babes, theres far better places to go” or “maybe after this job, cant pass this up.” and you all would zip to some far off corner as far away as possible.   

“Yup, in fact…. we be leaving right now, cause Im the captain.” Stealing a playful kiss, his hand grasping your chin and pulling you into him, his tongue danced over your lips and past your teeth to stroke a needy fucking whimper before smacking your ass, and falling into the seat at the controls, flipping them and a cocky grin was flashed at you as he stated. “How many jumps we got Sexy?” 

You to lick your lips after that kiss, it was one that you knew he would be playing off of for hours, little tickles here, nibbles in passing there. Quill was the best kind of frustrating man there was. “Uuuh… 10 jumps.” 

“Showtime baby!” With a push forward of a handle on the dash, the ship raced forward and prepared for the first jump. You settle in, feet up on the dash and you reach for a bag of snacks next to the seat, popping them in. “So, where we going on earth?” 

He typed in some coordinates and popped open his mouth for you to toss a morsel into, leaning back to catch it, and turned back to the screen. “Fountain Lake… my grandad used to take me there fishing after Mom got sick, give her some peace and quiet. He would bring an old radio along, and we would spend the day out there. Usually I was doing cannon balls off the side, but once in a while he get a pole in my hands.” 

You nod, letting his memories take shape in your imagination. You imagined Quill to be a curly haired boy, sun tanned freckles dotting his face and shoulders, much like they do now if you all happen to go to some planet with a bright sun. Maybe the corner of his mouth would flash up in a wide gaped toothy grin, having lost a front tooth. The idea of it made you smile to yourself, and you toss another piece of your snack at him. “You gonna teach me to swim? Cause I dont know how” 

“Oh baby, well you are looking at the master.” He winked, and unsnapping his belt, he reached over and collected you, tossing you over his shoulder and retreating to the back. “How about I give you a lesson in doggy style right now.” You two still had a couple hours till you arrived to earth, and Peter set you right on your shared bed, you tugging him down to kiss you, biting his lip with a growl. “Didnt we do doggy style last night? Didnt I pass?” 

He spanked your ass at that bite, and his hand grasped your waist, flipping you to your stomach, making you giggle. “Nope you didnt, why were doing this again baby, gotta know at least one technique before we land.” You arch your ass in the air wiggling it, biting your lip. “I think Im pretty good in several styles.” He moved to slide your shirt up your back and over your head, kissing up your spine and biting lightly on the back of your neck. “Well that you are, but its my duty to assure your saftety in knowing at least the most basic techniques after all.”

“Sure whatever you say Quill, if you INSIST” His fingers then hooked in the band of your pants, and slid them down to, you lifted one leg, and then switched to the other till they were off as well. His hands covered your ass cheeks, still a bit red from earlier and kneaded them. “Mmmhhh so pretty bent like this baby.” His teasing from earlier distracted as he admired you. Sliding a hand into the small of your back, he bent you down further till there was a distinct arch, all for him.  

You of course are more then ready to feel him slide into you, and you arch your ass back to press into his groin, taking the chance to look over your shoulder at him. “Sure am Starlord” You purr out and wiggle brows. He dips his head and takes a nip at your cheek, leaving teeth marks and making you squeal. Hands working at his belt and yanking his pants down to his ankles, a grasp to his cock slides between the folds, making you whimper feeling his thich head spreading your arousal and flick against your sensitive throbbing nerves, arching from it. “Call me that again.” 

“Okay, your such a fucken god damn tease, STARLORD.” You push back, the length of his cock filling between the folds, him rutting behind you, but he was holding back from entering you yet, his hands slid up your sides and around to grasp and fondle your breasts. Teasing, twisting, pulling, you groan in frustration at his cock teasing your folds, and the fact his fucking hands were playing you, you started to whine as he draped over your back, and kissed on your neck, his tongue lapping over the pulse and along your earlobe. “So so so pretty for Starlord, okay whiny baby.” 

His cock pushed against your entrance stretching around to accept him as he didnt toy you open earlier with his fingers. It was that tight and burning as he continued sliding into your wet entrance, you would have thrust back to bottom him right away, but he had moved up and grasped your hips to hold your still “Yea, Im well aware from yesterday how impatient you get.” Teasing as you fought for it, and all that wriggling your hips in his hold issued you another stinging swat, this time to your pussy after he finished filling you. Not that made you snap taunt, and your channel to flex around him, drawing the most guttered moan from above you. 

So you two both breathed through it, you still flexing and adjusting around him, that arch in your back, angling you Peter insisted on, well it changed the whole sensation. so much fuller then before, the fist time he dragged his cock through your channel to pull out, you moaned at how sensitive you were. His hand grasped your waist, and he started sharp snaps of his hips, and it pushed you right into the mattress, your face driven in and muffling your moans and gasps of his name, and it drove you mad. 

“Oh no sweetheart, what is my name?” 

Fucking Quill, he was all about driving you to calling out Starlord. His hand wrapped around your throat and tipped your head back, still thrusting into you enough to rock your body, fuck, could he go deeper? He leaned over your back, holding himself inside, the pressure built into maddening quantities, squeezing around him, two can play that game. Fuck, can he stay that seated in you. His hand around your neck, squeezed enough to cut off air, enough for you to see spots, and drive all those sensations further. 

“Starlord, STARLORD” 

“Good girl…” He muttered against your shoulder, and he released his hold. His fingers slipped between your thighs and pressured that bud, twirling, swirling, pressing as he rubbed, a fire spiraling along your limbs to pool in that nerve he toyed, until you were screaming, gushing yourself around him, and flying high as a mother fucking kite. His thrusts didnt slow any, and that hand he teased you with, he shoved those fingers in your mouth, leaving you to suck on them while he followed through with his own chase, just tasting yourself, fuck. HIs hips continuing to slam him against you, your arousal leaving you all over his groin, erratic and faster, your heightened senses left you gasping and lightly biting on his fingers. 

The sound of his balls slapping against your ass left him cursing and you pushed back to meet him, squeezing vice like, enough to drive him over the edge, and you gave the most filthiest satisfied moans, feeling him coat your walls, and push himself in deeper as he groaned against the back of your head. Your limbs started to shake underneath his weight, your words muffled and he slid his fingers from your mouth and rubbed down your side, tipping his head to kiss along your neck. “Quill, your crushing me… “ You mention, and he circles your hand around your waist and tips the two of you over, him the big spoon, curling around you, not slowing down as he massaged your hip and kissed up and down your shoulder before laying back slightly. You had to admit, feeling satisfied, and cocooned in his embrace, you were loathed to check on how many jumps you had left. 

“Its on an alarm, we will know when were close.” Just like he was reading your thoughts, he was quick to pick up on what you were thinking. 

“Good, cause im not ready to leave you.” you wrap his arm gracing your stomach and hold him there.

“Yea, same here Sweetness” And you can feel how hes still buried in you, his chest pressed against your back and his warm breaths against the back of your neck. You two stay like this for a while, drifting off and on till that alarm beeps. At some point he had rolled to his back, snoring softly, and you shift to the end of the bed, grabbing a pair of panties that were discarded earlier, and your shirt. Slipping it on as you walked to the control panel and silenced the alarm. Below you, taking up the main front of the ship was the sight of earth. 

Its beauty never failed to catch your breath, all that vivid blue, dotted with green and tan so scattered, small white wisps swirling in what appeared to be unusual patterns. One half brightly light, and the other, shadowed, seeming to hide from sight, and yet little fireflies of light scattered throughout in the cities. And so full of life, teeming with it, even though from here, you could see none of it short of the electricity scattered. You felt an arm wrap around you and Quill, unnaturally quiet stepped up beside you. 

“Beautiful, isnt it?” You say as you lean your hear against his shoulder. 

“Yes it is… Yondu never liked coming back here, and it slipped my mind what it looked like. When I left his ship, I was never ready to return.” 

“Well… how about we introduce Starlord to home?” 

“I would like that very much” His arm tightened around your shoulder and he kissed your temple “Lets begin the descent.”

“Aye aye Cap’n” you teased and the two of you got to work. 

The first step off the ship left you in bright sunshine, trees scattered along the edge, partially hiding the ship, the rest covered with a cloaking mechanism. Peter watched you with a smile as you leaned down and untied your shoes, kicking them off, a yank of the socks to push your feet into the grass. It tickled, but the cool blades that released an earthy sent when you pushed your feet to dig in. 

“Come on, lets actually swim doggy paddle this time.” He winked and taking your hand, led you down to the beach, careful as you walked against the pebbled shore, the two of you stripped down, with tosses of your clothes and he plunged right in. You on the other hand wadded in, arms over your chest and he swam up to your legs, tugging you to topple against him when he rose out of the water. 

“Quill! Your getting me all wet!” 

He smirked and holding you tight, started to sink the two of you into the water, till it was just your chins floating on top. “If your swimming, then its bound to get you all wet.” He pulled you out deeper till just your toes could scrap against the murkey bottom. 

Tapping your thighs, he kissed your lips, and muttered against them “Trust me, I got you, wrap your legs around me” And you let yourself float a bit, sliding your legs around his hip. “Ready to try that doggy paddle I taught you earlier?” He grinned, and you smacked at his chest lightly, laughing. 

God your boyfriend was an idiot on occasion.

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Fun on Set

Summary- Richard the Supernatural Trickster is on set today. Fluff. Written for @official-and-unstable-satan​ fic off. Ask if you wanna join. 

Word Count- 894

“Were missing the gay angel” Jensen looked around the set, and a shake of the head to the poor soul directing this episode. The man yelled out “Where the hell is Misha?” when Misha bustled onto set. “Im here! Sorry guys.” He hit send and tossed his phone to his seat, moving up to his place. “I was giving the fans a sneak peek preview. You know they love the trickster episodes.” Although he was not wrong, no one was really in the mood to stall any longer, and got on with there morning, doing a few retakes and set changes. 

Mid morning rolled around and they broke for a break, everyone heading to grab a mid morning snack when Jared just happened to ask. “Does anyone know when Richard is coming?” And sure enough when those words were said, Richard slammed open the doors with a wide spread of his hands, holding them up as if praising god. “Speak his name, and the trickster shall appear. Hey guys, miss me?” 

Now everyone loved Richard specifically for his exuberance. He was life of the party, immediately as he came over, it was like old times for all of them. “Its just not a Supernatural Trickster episode without you. Wonder how long they will keep you though” Jensen chuckled as he bit into a donut. Misha shrugged while he made himself a bowl of yogurt, fruits and granola. “well maybe they wont, I mean, I wasnt supposed to stay, and yet here I am.” 

“They can kill me off, but a trickster never dies” Richard informed them as he grabbed a bear claw for himself and took a chomping bite. “But gotta go get my face on, see yall in a bit.” He was quick to leave when Jared glanced back at the food table and wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Uhh guys, might not want to eat that.” The entire table looked to be spoiled. Jensen and Misha were quick to toss there food away. 

So the afternoon wore on, and they generally got the material they needed. Just two scenes left, in which one had Baby involved. Richard sat in the back set, thrumming his fingers against the leather while Jared and Jensen did there little heart to heart, then did there synchronized getting in the front seat and slamming the doors shut. “Hiya Boys” Richard delivered his lines and when Jensen went to start the Impala, the whole hood exploded up, a puff of black smoke pouring from the engine, and the director yelling “CUT! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!” All three of them immediately rushed out of the car and Jensen with his mouth hanging open shook his head. “Fuck if I know! I started up Baby just like I always do” It was clear to see this upset Jensen, like Dean, he had an attachment to the vehicle. 

Final scene, and all of them are so ready to call it a day. Jensen is still steaming over the loss of Baby until the mecahnic can get to the set tomorrow, his lines coming out clipped, Misha is trying to nail the fighting parts with his angel blade just right, but he kept fumbling it down his sleeve. Jared somehow seemed to be the only calm one in the bunch. Richard watches this from the side lines, waiting for his cue to come into the set. Misha whipped his arm to get the blade to drop and just a tad to hard cause it went flying at Jareds head, side swiping him just above the ear. “WHOA MAN!” He ducked and his hand came up to the side of his head, shocked to find clumps of his hair fallen from his head. “Misha... it... cut my hair!” He raced to look in the mirror, and sure enough, a large portion is sheered off.

Misha came running up, picking up the angel blade and touched the tip, dull as can be. “I dont know how Jared, this thing isnt even sharp enough to prick skin.” 

“Well it sure as hell didnt fall out by itself!” Jareds calm mood... gone. 

Richard and Jensen look dumbfounded at this as they to inspect the “angel blade”. “Mishas right, theres no way this cut your hair Jared.” Just then another slamming of doors and a snap of a red cape followed behind a large blonde man. Misha, Jensen and Jared all stare at him, unsure of what he was doing on there set “Uuuh, greek gods are not needed today sorry man. Maybe try set 5?” Jensen mused. 

The man look bewildered “What little man? Im here for my brother. LOKI, COME OUT HERE YOU SNIVELING SNAKE.” He boomed and Jared immediantly went to try and placate him. “we dont know who your brother is but hes not here man” Misha had at this point gone back to his phone, tweeting “supernatural set is never boring! stay turned Fam”

Thats when the man caught sight of Richard and snatched him by the collar, leaving the supernatural set behind. “Everytime, you come down here, its never good.”Lifting his hammer he waited, until a light carried the two of them away to Asgaurd. 

 Richard seemed to struggle, but the gig was up, he turned into Loki. “Must you always ruin my fun brother??” His hands falling to his hips. 

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