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thetaoofzoe · 3 years

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Fic: 3 Weeks 1/1

Pairing: Captain ‘Sy’ Syverson X YOU (AU)

Summary: He’s gone only three weeks this time. But before he leaves, you get your going away presents. The D. included.

Rating: Established couple sex, tiny twinge of melancholy, fluffy

Word Count: 1000

This is literally self indulgent trash. Sorry :D

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‘Come on baby,’ he murmured, his voice low and husky in the hazy silence. ‘Come to me.’

Stretched out behind you, Syverson reached around your waist, splayed his hand across your belly and pulled you close. You slid easily across the soft linen sheets and sleepily giggled when he dragged a line of moist enthusiastic kisses across the back of your neck and shoulders. Early morning sex was fast becoming your favourite thing and you surrendered to the insistence of his hands and his mouth against your bed warmed skin.

With your eyes still closed, you soaked up the heat of him, the scent of him, and the weight of him as he turned and eased you down beneath him. You undulated comfortably as you always did, welcomed him between your expectant thighs then moaned when he pressed up into your heat.

Sy grabbed your hips and lifted you, so easily, so smoothly and you shuddered. He filled you, stretched you and with a final twist of his powerful hips, he made you arch and scream.

Immediately you closed in, coiling your legs about his waist and clutching his broad shoulders. In response, Sy thrust hard and again you relented, curving up to meet him, hissing at the pleasure of him rattling you down to the bones.

He was that missing piece and when you tightened on his thick hard cock, his resulting shiver and gasp told you that he too knew how he made you feel complete.

He widened his knees, and forcing you even farther open, he engaged all of your senses with each slow stroke. Like a rosy match head struck against an abrasive surface, the igniting flame deep inside you roared to life, flared and spluttered and you knew if you opened your mouth the fire would spiral out between your lips.

You grabbed Sy’s face in both hands and lifted his head from where he was panting against the curve of your neck. The flame inside you was mirrored in his eyes and he gratefully sank into your kiss.

‘I love you, ‘ he moaned against your sweet mouth. ‘I love you.’

You closed your eyes again as the inferno of your orgasm overtook you.

Oh how you loved that man.

Later, cuddled against him, you fought the urge to speak. The illusion would be broken the moment you gave voice to reality.

‘How long is it again?’ you asked finally, still unwilling to face the world and hoping that he really didn’t have to leave.

‘Three weeks,’ Sy murmured, his lips warm against your temple.

You turned in his arms, putting your back to him and resisted the sudden pang of agony.

Sy held you close again and kissed the side of your face.

‘Baby, only three weeks,’ he said in an attempt to assuage your fear.

Only.

‘Only,’ you repeated and a note of petulance crept into your voice.

He squeezed you and when the alarm went off you clutched his arms.

He let you hold him for several long minutes before gently extracting himself and quietly apologising that he had to go.

You lay in bed and listened to him shower, then dress, only opening your eyes when he leaned over you and held your face in his hand. It was a last kiss, a promise to return as soon as possible and then he was gone.

Sy had been gone for hours by the time you woke from a mid morning nap.

Still feeling melancholy, you showered and dressed in a soft lounge onesie and followed the scent of freshly brewed coffee down to the lower level. Sy had obviously set the timer on the coffee maker so that you would have it still hot for breakfast.

Padding down the soft carpeted stairs, you smiled a little to yourself. The scent was familiar.

Blueberry coffee. Your absolute favourite. Damn, you loved that man.

Loneliness ached in your gut and a rush of tears threatened to overwhelm you.

Three week, just three weeks and he’ll be back in your arms again.

On your way to the kitchen you walked past the door to the dining room where a shiny glint caught your eye. You paused and retraced your steps.

What was that?

Sat on the broad dining room table were several large and gaily wrapped boxes spilling over with curled ribbons and bows.

It wasn’t your birthday, or any other special occasion, so why all this?

You picked up a thick pink envelope and flicked open the tab that sealed it. With disbelief, you counted the crisp stack of money in it - 6K and read the attached note.

I don’t want you to put this into your bank account. This is for you to spend on yourself in the next three weeks. Book all your appointments to come to the house and have your meals delivered. And I know you think I wasn’t paying attention the last time we were out. I was.

Love you.

-S.

Filled with the warmth of adoration and glee, you opened the first box. Beneath the pink tissue paper nestled a light pink caviar quilted Chanel handbag which you unearthed with a gasp. How did he know!?

Sy was nowhere near you when you’d inquired about the bags at the Chanel boutique.

You lay the bag back in the box and carefully opened the second slightly larger one.

Inside were the Garavani heels you’d tried on but didn’t purchase.

You were now convinced that he had spies watching you.

Lastly from the big round box labelled Venus Et Fleur rose the scent of flowers. Roses to be exact, and when you lifted the heavy lid and set it aside, you clapped your hands with absolute delight to see a thick spiral of beautifully preserved light pink roses.

The thin card on top of the buds read ‘Someone cares about you.’

And the thought of being spoiled and cared for by such an amazing man intensified the loneliness. But it was only three weeks and the two of you had been through much longer deployments. The time was going to fly by this time and when he returned, Sy was going to reap the glorious benefits of his investments.

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msmarvelwrites · 4 years

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The Winter Ghost - Part 13

Info: A Devastating car crash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn’t and because of that, everything you knew was about to change.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, some smutty thoughts...

w/c: 2.2k

A/N: Lucky number 13! I’m honestly so caught off gaurd by all the love Ive been receiving on The Winter Ghost. I see all your late night binge sessions and I am SO immensely greatful for your interest. When I first started writing this I didnt really think anything of it, but youve all lit a fire under my ass and for that, I thank you! So please, enjoy and reblog and like if you feel so inclined.

His hot breath fanned across your face, sending you into a frenzy like state you had never known before. Heavy breathing, mostly on your part as he placed excruciatingly slow kisses across your jaw. You needed him. More than you’d ever needed anything in your life. It made you sick.

“Are you afraid?” He asked in a low seductive voice. Swiftly he wrapped his metal fingers around your throat, applying enough pressure to make you gasp. You clawed at his chest, drunk on his murderous touch. You wanted him to make you hurt as bad as your heart did. You couldn't possibly hate a person more than you hated yourself right now.

“Answer my question.” He shouted, sending a ripple of ecstasy through your body.

“No. I could never,” You gasped, choking as the walls of your throat began to collapse.

“Liar.” He sneered.

You let out an involuntary moan.

“You good, Y/n?” Sam asked, sitting next to you on the couch as he, Nat, Wanda and Shuri all ate breakfast around the kitchen island. Your hand was lightly wrapped around your neck where Bucky’s was just a moment ago.

“Yeah, fine.” You squeeked.

But you weren't. You hadn’t been since that morning in the hallway with Bucky. You could still feel the sting he had left behind from his touch. What was wrong with you? You couldn't even begin to unpack that question. Psychiatric help would be a start, though.

After your memory had returned, the nightmares seemed to subside, only to be replaced with the image of Bucky, devoid of all emotion, seething in rage at your quips. By the third night, you would have gladly have traded, knowing that this was so much worse.

You couldn't keep excusing your vile thoughts as his fault. They weren't, not entirely. You were the one waking up a needy mess every morning.

“Hey.” Bucky's husky voice filled your senses causing you to stiffen at the sound. The team around you said their hello’s while you tried to refrain from gawking. You had done your very best to avoid him as much as you could, but there were only so many places to hide. Whenever you bumped into each other he would keep his head down and you would run in either direction.

“Steve’s on his way back today. He left to meet Vision and gather intel on an active Hydra base located somewhere on the border of Germany.” Wanda’s eyes lit up at the mention of the name. This must be the famous Android she's always gushing about.

“Pack up… We ship out first thing tomorrow morning.” Bucky declared, peaking your interest. It had been way too long since you had been back in the field, this was amazing. You could feel the excitement bubbling out of your chest vanish when Bucky’s eyes glanced at you.

“Y/n, you can uh, keep Shuri company while we're away.” You blinked at him, unsure if you had heard him correctly.

“No fucking way.” You scoffed. You were not missing out on this opportunity to give Hydra a taste of their own ‘serum’, so to speak.

‘Captain's orders.” He deadpanned, averting his gaze to the ceiling. You stared at him, lost for words with needy eyes. He’d never tell you, but it terrified him when you looked like that. Small, fragile, though he knew better. He would kill himself before he tainted you. But that didn't make the idea any less intriguing.

“And since when do you listen to Captain's orders?” Nat spoke up before you even got the chance. You nodded violently, looking back to Bucky who only sighed.

“You know very well why she can't go.” He muttered, fighting tooth and nail not to look at you again. You could sense his uncomfortability but you couldn't look away.

“She’s not going, then I’m not going.” Wanda sulked.

“Me too.” Sam mocked her tone. “Seriously, Buck. She’s a tank, we could use her.” He finished, more serious this time.

Bucky huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his flesh fingers. “You gotta take that up with Steve. He and I aren't really on the best of terms right now.” He spoke, annoyance dripping from the last sentence.

“Easy, I’ll take care of it.” Nat said to Bucky, but she sent a wink at you.

You were so excited you almost leaped from your seat. You couldn't wait to blow some shit up!

……………………………………….

The next morning you woke up extra early, just to get a jump on everything. Nat had fought with Steve all last night, but eventually he conceded on the sheer fact that if you were there, it would mean double the Wanda power. This was a big base, one he had known of for quite some time now, but it required extra attention. They had been working on recreating your serum, but so far to no avail. You knew exactly where they were going wrong of course. But Steve explained they had been testing it out of Hydra members. The lucky few who survived may not have your powers, but they were still strong. He’d need all the help he could get.

After you were packed you dragged your duffle to Shuri’s lab. She had been working on a few new weapons she wanted you to pack. Just in case, she said. You got there in no time flat, literally vibrating with excitement.

“You're sure about this?” She asked.

“Absolutely.” You beamed. She signed, and handed you a small ring.

“What's this?” You asked, holding the small band in your fingers.

“It’s a beacon. It will help you hold onto your borrowed energies for longer. It’s like a mini you, only better.” She paused, “Speaking of, are you going to tell me what's in that serum of yours or am I just going to have to keep guessing?”

“I think it’s better kept unsaid. That thing had already caused enough problems. No one should be burdened with it.”

“Maybe so.” She signed.

“Thank you Shuri. For everything.” You half heartedly smiled but before you could leave her arms were around you, pulling you into a hug. You sucked in a breath and tapped her on the back in reciprocation. Physically affection was never something you were good at showing, try as you may.

When you finally pulled away she sent you a soft smile, and wished you good luck on the mission before you headed out the door.

……………………..

“Nice of you to grace us with your presence.” Steve muttered, when you finally got to the jet when the rest of the team was loading up.

“It is, isn't it?” You spoke sweetly, throwing your duffle onto the jet. You still weren't really sure where you stood with Steve. Of course you knew of the famous Captain America, even if you didn't remember a few weeks ago. But never did you imagine he would be such a class act dick. Or maybe he was just that way with you? The idea made you smirk, knowing you were the only one to really piss off the Captain was honestly the highest form of flattery.

You boarded the jet and noticed the rest if the team already suited up. The tactical gear Shuri had made you was tight, and Natasha was living proof of that. I mean, it wasn't fair she had the body of a trained ballerina and New York supermodel. The woman was easily the most beautiful woman you had ever seen while your gear clung to you in all the least flattering ways.

You quickly shook off the self doubt. It didn't matter how you looked, you were here to kick some ass.

Well, not exactly.

That morning Steve had announced that while the rest of the team ‘kicked ass’ you and the Soviet spy would sneak into their mainframe and collect the data of whatever new evil scheme Hydra was working on.

Though you weren't thrilled to be stuck on recon duty, it was better than nothing. Besides, you were just a little rusty. Though Nat and Sam kept you busy and Wanda had taught you all her tricks, you weren't sure that if it came down to it you'd be able to pull the trigger.

Better safe than sorry.

“Are you nervous?” Bucky spoke under his breath, his voice deep and rough. You shivered at the sound. You hadn't realised until this moment that he was seated directly behind you.

“Are you?” You asked. You tried to add some bite to your words, but they left your lips softly. The tone seemed to surprise Bucky as much as it did you as he half expected to to tear his head off again.

“Sometimes. But, not now.”

“Oh yeah?” Words betraying you once again.

Ignore him.

Stop talking to him.

Stop. Talking.

Bucky's tongue slipped from between his lips, tugging on his bottom one slowly and effectively knocking you back from your annoying thought and to the glorious man sitting behind you.

“Yeah. Got this new girl on our side. She’s a totally badass. I know she’ll watch my six.” He shrugged causing a small smile to pull at the corner of your mouth.

“How do you know she won't just leave you for dead?” She asked, playing along. Part of you, however, was just a little curious. Part of you wanted to ask yourself the same question. In a second, would you protect the man who murdered Tommy? Honestly you weren't really sure.

“Just a feeling.” He spoke so casually. So sure, you wanted to believe him. It would be easy enough to feed him to Hydra, but you and him both knew you wouldn't have the stomach for it.

“Huh. You sound pretty confident in that.” You sneered sarcastically.

He just gave you a small shrug, leaning back into his seat and pulling his bluetooth earbuds out of his back pocket. He offered one to you casually. Before you could protest your arm shot out and took it, placing it in your right ear.

“I like to listen to music before a mission. It calms me.” He suggested, opening his phone, scrolling through his songs before the intro to Highway to Hell began playing.

A grin spread across your face “I love this song!” You beamed.

“I know. I remember you telling me something about spending an entire year listening to AC/DC cause’ your dad loved their music. I downloaded a few of their albums after that. Not exactly what I’m used to, but definitely good ass kicking music.” He nodded.

That stopped you dead in your tracks. You couldn't help the smile that faded quickly from your lips at his words. You were, to say the least, shocked. You must have mentioned your love for the band at some point, but honestly couldn't for the life of you remember when.

But he did. And he listened to it because you liked them.

“Huh.” You repeated, turning back around and trying to suppress the butterflies that began erupting out of your stomach. You could hear Bucky behind you drumming his hands on his thighs along to the song. You couldn't help but giggle at how offbeat he was.

“Take off in five minutes. Everyone ready?” Nat spoke through your coms. Everyone gave a thumb up as the jets engine whirled on, vibrating through the aircraft.

You listened carefully as your song faded away and the next one took its place.

Do I wanna know? If this feeling flows both ways?

You could physically feel Bucky’s mood shift behind you. The Super Soldier serum granting you access to his quickened heart beat and the lyrics mirrored the every present emotions you had been feeling this week.

Sad to see you go. Was sorta’ hopin’ that you’d stay.

You let your mind wander as you listened to Bucky hum along quietly to the song, low and soft. The sound sending chills down your spine as the memory of your dreams from the past few nights replayed over in your mind.

Baby, we both know. That the nights were mainly made For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day.

Bucky’s lips trailed along your swollen throat, the feeling of pleasure over bruises he had left behind caused you to moan in ecstasy. The way he kissed you, not like before. This time full of lust and something dark. His hands dipped under your shirt, the feeling of hot and cold sending you over the edge as your eyes rolled back in your head. You wanted nothing more than for him to throw you against a wall, any wall and tear you limb from limb.

“I like this song too.” Bucky’s breath fanned across the back of your ear, rocketing you back to the Jet that was beginning to take off. You looked around the small space, praying that Bucky was the only one to notice your breath hitch in the back of your throat.

Any reminisce of the idea that you had to stay away from Bucky shattered into a million pieces. The hate, still ever present, but you knew damn well that would be the best part. It only fueled your desire. He was going to be the death of you.

Or even better, you'd be the death of him...

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A/N: Gah! Thank you for reading! And thank you to @cutie1365 for being the best hype woman/ editor around lol. Leave a like or reblog if you wanna show some love. I hope yall’ are having a great week!

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herenya-writes · 3 years

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I got tagged by @holding-hands-with-solkar in their list of people who made them happy during 2020, and I’ve been thinking about my list for most of the day lol. I’m definitely going to miss people because I have a crappy memory, but this is going to be kind of long. If you wanna see me ramble about people who’ve made me happy, read under the cut.

@marlinspirkhall I joined tumblr in November of last year, and I’m pretty sure they’re the first person I talked to. They’ve put up with all of my questions and rants and unsolicited pictures of my cats. They were one of the first people I came out to, and they’ve always lifted my mood. They’ve encouraged my writing and been kind enough to let me read theirs, and it’s been absolutely wonderful. A lot of people claim that you can’t have friends over the internet, but Marlin (to me) is proof that’s rubbish. Ily!

@t-hoe-s-main One day I woke up and saw a post from Marlin saying we had another bondmate and I swear whatever joke was happening (I don’t remember) was blessed by some kind of magic because I am so glad to have met Caelum. He’s also put up with rants and cat pictures and questions and random posts. He makes my day, and I feel like when he likes a post of mine or reblogs it. it’s like a badge of honor lol

@beria1021 My lovely sister who I would die without. Thank you for being there for me all the time!

@matsuorka, @voulezvulcan both of these lovely people have beta-read my fics and put up with random questions asked at random times. I know I’m horrible at initiating conversation and being present, but I love you both and I think about you all the time!

@holding-hands-with-solkar, @soft-and-certain, @justiceforophelia, @patchwork-quilts, @abby-the-bass-clarinetist My brain has lumped you all into the category of ‘New Cool Friends I Should Get To Know Better’ lol. Your posts always make me grin and I feel like you all have the Good Vibes that make me glad I joined tumblr.

@leifor My glorious artist for the T’hy’la Bang 2020! Every few days I look at the wonderful art Anya made and I get absolutely giddy. I still can’t believe Anya managed to take my descriptions and turn them into something as amazing as the art that now accompanies the story.

All of the people on the Among the Federation Discord server!! There are like a million of you and I don’t know all of your tumblrs, but all of you have done so much to make me happy in the short time I’ve been on the server. Y’all have hyped me up when I needed it, given great advice, made me laugh with the shenanigans, and really made that server a place where I not only feel safe but welcome. I love you all!

Dozens of other fabulous people! If you don’t see your name here, it’s probably because I’m an idiot and can’t remember names to save my life. Seriously. If we’ve interacted or we’re mutuals, you’ve probably lit my day a number of times this year when I’ve needed it, and I am super grateful for you all! Stay safe, my friends!

#tag game #i love all of you #and i am not exaggerating when i say my year would have been so much worse without you all

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starkerparkerpony · 4 years

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AU where Tony (44-45 y/o) meets an aged up (23-24 y/o) Peter after Civil War, Tony is broken up with Pepper and all kinds of sorry for himself. Peter is a ESU graduate and currently has an internship with Oscorp and is a photographer for the Daily Bugle he is also spiderman and therefore perpetually exhausted and has very little patience.

(It's been a while since I wrote something, please consider reblogging)

I scold because I stan

Tony was starting to get sick of himself.

The self hatred and self pity were starting to crescendo, which was shedding a lot of light on how he got to and where Tony currently was in his life.

Spangle's betrayal shouldn't have hurt as much as it did.

The breakup with Pepper shouldn't have been as painful as it was.

He shouldn't miss the team as much as he did.

Vision injuring Rhodey shouldn't have felt like a personal failure but it did.

Speaking of personal failures, the accords shouldn't have scattered more than half of the planet's protectors in the wind all while labeling them 'war criminals' but they had.

And Tony was sick of himself because his centrally heated penthouse shouldn't be haunted by a Serbian cold but it was.

Because his heartbeat shouldn't feel like someone trying to jackhammer the arc reactor into his sternum sometimes... but it did.

So he decided to go out because his inner 'self hatred' voice was starting to sound too much like his father and that was about the last straw for Tony.

A baseball cap, coat and muffler later, Tony Stark was roaming the streets of New York but then it was too fucking cold for that so he quickly ducked into a cozy looking Irish pub.

He quickly scanned the place for a place to sit, it was pretty packed except for a booth which was occupied by one person who had their head down on the table and appeared to be, best case scenario, dozing off or worst case scenario, passed out.

Appropriate company for the kind of evening he was having he thought to himself as he made his way to the booth.

A waiter came to take his order and Tony took it upon himself to order a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. If he was gonna get hammered in a public place against all good sense then atleast he was gonna do it with some company... even if said company was seemingly unconscious.

When the waiter put down the glasses, his boothmate woke up. And Tony was confronted with a gorgeous guy with stunning brown eyes, he was sporting a rather sizable shiner over his left one but it did absolutely nothing to detract from his attractiveness.

"Jesus Christ... are you actually Tony Stark? Or am I hallucinating?" The guy asked quietly.

"I was hoping you wouldn't recognize me." Tony wrinkled his nose as he admitted.

"That's either a scathing comment on your perception of the general public's intellect or humility which absolutely does not go with the reputation that precedes you," the guy scoffed.

Huh... he's sharp and quick Tony thought.

"A little bit of both. The hat usually, miraculously works." Tony explained

"Don't judge me but I've had an entire wall dedicated to your face ever since your first Rolling Stone cover... the hat wasn't gonna work on me."

"That's a lot to unpack from a stranger"

"I'm Peter Parker."

"You know who I am."

Peter's face split into an overjoyed smile when Tony said that. It was a ridiculous 'only in New York' kinda thing to find yourself in the same booth as Iron Man in your local pub and Peter really needed this after the day he'd had. He was still completely terrified that at any moment Tony would accuse him of being Spiderman and make him sign the accords but he was also gonna let himself relax and enjoy meeting his hero a little.

"I'm not a billionaire expert but shouldn't you be drinking at a much upper scale place than this?" As amazed as he was, Peter was also perplexed by Tony's presence in the pub.

"There's a lot about me that absolutely does not go with the reputation that precedes me. You just admitted to me that you have a wall dedicated to my face and then brushed past it like it was nothing..." Tony said, incredulous.

"You're pretty, you're an amazing scientist, you build robots and are a superhero because of a badass armour you made that can fly. I'm a nerd and bisexual, it's is nothing, just nature basically," Peter waved him off as he started to pour the whiskey for them.

Surprisingly enough Tony's cheeks were a little flushed by the time Peter looked up, which made him think that maybe there isn't much accurate about the reputation that precedes Tony Stark.

"Hmm... who did that to your face?" Tony asked about the shiner Peter was sporting.

"Umm... a girl was getting mugged, I tried to play hero, you should see the other guy as the saying goes" Peter shrugged.

"Wow good for you... could've ended badly though." Tony's chest was unexpectedly and rather worryingly tight hearing about the danger Peter had been in.

"I know... I lost a loved one to a mugging gone wrong but the girl needed help, I didn't really have a choice."

It was like hearing those words was the straw that broke the camel's back for Tony. Because he completely understood what Peter meant. Tony never really felt like he had a choice either and whether or not Peter was ready to have a lot of information about the Avengers and his 'face wall' buddy Iron Man's wretched life choices, he was gonna be vented at like there was no tomorrow. Because Stark men don't go to therapy, they drink and speak very fast at unsuspecting civilians.

So Tony talked and Peter listened, about how the star spangled man with a plan is a fucking douchebag, how fucking hurt he felt that Nat, Clint and Wanda would still choose him over Tony, how he hasn't been able to look Rhodey in the eye since Germany and probably never will be, how easily things fell apart with Pepper even after he tried so hard, how the winter soldier fucking killed his mom and fucking spangles hid it from him, how he probably deserved it because that poor kid that got killed in Sokovia because of him... and as Tony talked he also drank so he was feeling pretty buzzed by the time he was done talking thankfully Peter was drinking right along with him.

It wasn't really a conversation, rather Iron Man just venting to him... he did notice a pattern though, everything Tony complained about, he tied up the line of thought with ultimately blaming himself for it.

Peter had always felt a certain kinship with the guy... but this man telling him how helpless his power had made him to the massive responsibility that came along with it, hit too close to home.

"Are you always this self loathe-y or is this just a today thing?" Peter asked when Tony stopped talking

"What? I don't... what?"

"Buddy... Captain America, if he really did to you what you say he did... then who gives a shit? He's an asshole. And I'm not even a supporter of the accords but even I think that the Rogues could have handled it in a better way...

No seriously, there's way more enhanced folks in this country than just the Avengers, some of them are minors, there's a dude in Hells Kitchen who is gonna sue the government and the UN so that the registration thing is scrapped, Charles Xavier and his team are even collaborating on the lawsuit.

Those people could have really used Captain America with them on this but he was too busy playing Rambo and violating other countries' sovereignty and beating the living shit out of Iron Man apparently.

I mean for a genius, you're a dumbass because you let the people who once tried to nuke Manhattan convince you that you're more dangerous than they are but you had 'dead-kid-in-Sokovia' guilt. So I get it but c'mon cut yourself some slack."

Tony was a bit flabbergasted by the kid's performance.

"Of course you'd say it... you stick my pictures on your wall," Tony grumbled

"Oh hell no! You will not use my stan status against me. I know exactly how problematic my fav is. I know your family made their fortune selling weapons and not just to the US Military and I know you only gave a crap about the under the table dealing with terrorists when they threatened your life but I'm sorry Mr. Stark if you deny yourself the credit for learning from your mistakes then every human everywhere is going straight to hell.

Intellicrops prevented famines... the arc reactor technology is saving the planet from global warming...

I saw that video of Helena Cho with those acid attack victims in India and openly weeped in a Starbucks...

You really did privatize world peace... there's a reason the biggest threat to us now is "evil aliens" you know... cause' what the fuck chance does ISIS have against War Machine? Even that Mandarin thing turned out to be a hoax.

I have 3 patents because of my Maria Stark Foundation grant and I didn't even get the MIT-full funding ones... one day one of those kids is going to cure cancer and it's going to be because of you.

So of course I'll defend you man... but you don't seem to realize that any decent person would." Peter was pretty pleased with himself after that and shot Tony an eyebrow raise as if daring him to disagree.

"I got nothing."

"Of course you don't." Peter grinned.

Maybe Tony had just isolated himself too much from people who didn't consider him a complete and utter asshole.

But with Peter it didn't even feel like praise... it was like the guy was scolding him for being too mean to himself.

It felt nice nonetheless.

Before Tony had even recovered from Peter's glorious rant, the younger guy handed him a business card with the words "Daily Bugle" embossed on it.

"Don't hold my gossip rag workplace against me... it's easy money and I'm only doing it till Norman Osbourne starts paying me for the work I already do for him." Peter shrugged

"You're with Oscorp? What do you do? Why not SI?" If he had scored an internship with Oscorp and a grant from his own foundation then he must be good enough for SI.

"I'm R&D chemical engineering and I'm not at SI because your recruiters are assholes who demand 3 years experience for a beginner position..." said Peter matter of factly.

"You should apply with us again." Tony insisted, the guy had 3 patents and very sharp, after tonight the least Tony could do was get him a job.

"You should call me." Peter countered

"I- wait are you hitting on me?" And much to Tony's chagrin, he found himself blushing again.

"Yeah duh Mr. Stark."

"I'm old enough to be your father." Tony sputtered and that hurt to admit.

"And I have insane daddy issues- you'll love me. I'm not even gonna ask you for a selfie... you don't look your best right now but definitely call me." Peter winked as he started to leave.

"You're fucking negging me?!" said Tony looking up at the ballsy kid as he slid out of the booth.

"Hey you miss 100% of the shots you don't take. Gandhi said that." The kid called over his shoulder as he walked away.

"Gandhi absolutely did not say that Peter." Tony yelled back.

God he was gonna call the guy.

Read part 2 here, part 3 here

#starker #starker fic #tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #Peter Parker #precious Tony #badass Peter #spideriron #iron spider #i scold because i stan #starker au #aged up peter parker

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lordjohngreyreadingnook · 4 years

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And then favourite one shots featuring Jamie/John?

Hi @geekinthefuschiahair, thank you for the ask! I realize this has been sitting in the inbox for an obscenely long time and for that I apologize. Jamie/John is the most popular Lord John ship on AO3, so a masterlist for this is a bit broad.

However, I have put my personal favorites below, and I invite my fellow curators and our followers to reblog with their favorites too.

Title: i may break to pieces Author: iihappydaysii Rated: E Word Count: 1105 Summary: while john is visiting fraser's ridge before his return to england, jamie comes to john's room at night. Why I Love It: This wee ficlet is just so incredibly moving. I was not prepared for how hard I cried. And I woke up the next morning thinking about it, read it again, cried again. It’s short but so very impactful!

Title: summer solstice Author: iihappydaysii Rated: E Word Count: 3454 Summary: Jamie runs afoul of a witch who curses him. If he doesn’t have sex with a man, he’ll die. Fortunately he knows someone who just might be willing to help him with that. Why I Love It: I’ve never read such a well done fuck or die! Fuck or Die (or its cousin sex pollen) always toe the line of dub-con/non-con (or are straight-up rapey) but Ash handled that like an absolute master. It’s insanely HAWT but also incredibly sweet.

Title: you can fix my fence Author: Nara_stories Rated: T Word Count: 4699 Summary: The Earl finds out that Willie is not his son and Jamie turns to desperate solutions. Namely, the witch that supposedly lives just outside the edge of town.Who turns out to be completely different than expected.Written for the Outlander Bingo 2020 for the square 'One or both is a witch'. Why I Love It: Witch!John. You read that right. The imagery is just glorious and there’s a nifty little twist in there, and John in his sexiest “Left-ten-ant Leonard” mode.

So now I open it up to my fellow curators and our dear followers: Please reblog with your favorite Jamie/John stories under 10k. Links are always helpful if you can!

#ask the curators #Jamie/John #Lord John Grey #Lord John #John Grey #Curator: MistressPandora

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : Part 21 of 83 : World of Sea

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

Part 21 of 83

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

140406 words

written 2007

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Chapter 5a: Tanlin and Story time

Amid the bustle of crowds, racing children dashed about. They now had a glorious place to run on the biggest decks in the fleet. Sea birds of many sorts swooped about and squabbled for the best perches on ridge poles and comically tried to maintain their balance on guy lines.

Tanlin was shopping fabrics from the Gula’s booth. Khilda, the proprietress, was confused. This lady of exotic looks and good taste had just publicly married Barad? The proof seemed to be in the two deck-hands who were hovering over her like paddle ducks over their chicks.

She knew the sailors and disliked them. They had a bad reputation among a bad lot. Being better dressed surely hadn’t made them any better. Scupper sweepings picked up by the Grandalor when nobody else would. Now, they were being as solicitous and polite as could be asked for. The air of absolute assurance radiating from the woman they were attending was the only reason that Khilda let them into the booth. For a wonder, they were keeping their hands off the merchandise.

“T’ese satins o’ yers are luvely. Oi like t’e red-black color play.” She pulled her brown pony-tail over her shoulder and examined it and the cloth together critically. “Dunnae really go wit’ m’ ‘air t’ough, t’e colors are t’ strong.”

She let the fabric of the bolt-end fall and looked at others. Khilda did not want to loose this sale. Word had run through the booths that Tanlin’s scrip was being spent plentifully. Still, it was the Grandalor’s credit — — and that was always questionable.

“True, but we also have these greens. They’ll work well. What are you looking for, something to please your husband?”

Tanlin looked up in surprise. “Wye wad Oi want t’ do t’at? Oi gladden ‘im already an’ ‘e m’. Tis t’ be an outfit for us bot’.” Her eye found a bolt over in the corner of the booth.

“T’ere! ‘Ond, wad ye bring m’ t’at ane, please?” One of her men went carefully through the booth to get the bolt in question.

Khilda’s heart sank as she saw which one had been chosen. The fabric of the bolt was botched. The loom tension had been uneven, giving the fabric a bad curl.

“T’e color’s perfect! T’e brown wit’ red ‘ighlights will do for us bot’!” Tanlin caught sight of Barad through the crowd. People were making way for him without thought, responding to his manner of dress and air of calm authority.

“Barad! Luve! Come see w’at Oi’ve got!”

People did respond to her call. “Barad? Where?” they looked around and realized that the finely dressed gentleman was, in fact, the infamous and usually slovenly captain of the Grandalor.

“What have you found, Tanlin?” He put an arm about her waist and she leaned affectionately into him.

“Look at t’is fabric, Luve. T’e Gula’s bright reds an’ greens are too strong for us. We do better in t’e dark colors. Amber-browns t’ blacks — — just look at t’e red ‘ighlights t’at move over t’is brown sheen. Tis perfect for us.”

Barad eyed the fabric dubiously. “It’s flawed, Dear, don’t you see the curl to it?”

“O’ corse Oi do. Besides t’e color, t’at’s wye Oi wont ‘t.” She sighed, “Someane bock ‘ome in t’e Arrakan fleet taught m’ t’ work wit’ ‘t. Tis nae flat an’ neit’er are we.”

Her shoulders began to shake and she bit the back of her hand to keep from sobbing. Her eyes filled with tears that leaked a little from the corners. Her voice quavered slightly as she added, “Oi wish Oi could remember ‘oo ‘t wa’ taught m’. Even ane familiar face wad be such a treasure.”

Barad gently wrapped his massive arms about her while Khilda looked on gape mouthed.

“Peace, darling Love. Your memories will return in their own good time. Dark Iren must have had his own sound reason to send you back to us but keep your people from you. You are safe with me.”

This caring man was not the Barad that the Naral fleet knew.

Biting back tears, Tanlin shook with the effort to regain her composure. It is so easy to put myself in her place because I must deny all of those that I know, on or off the ship. These feelings are real. Kurti must die if I am to live. “Oi do know t’at, m’ Luve. ‘T’s just so hard t’ know all o’ t’ese t’ings an’ ‘ave nae trace o’ t’ose folk ‘oo filled t’em wit’ meanin’.” Regaining her composure, she went back to the task at hand and finished choosing fabrics and trims. Barad stood by patiently and watched.

Turning to Khilda, he said, “I believe her. She always knows what to do and how to do it. We saved her from drowning when her ship went onto a rock during a Dragon Tide. She’d been hit and swept overboard by a falling yardarm. When she woke from her coma a few Wohans later, she could remember everything except the people of her past. She has just passed the Ship Master’s examinations, confirming her as a Naral fleet First Officer, in line for a captaincy if one comes open.”

“So much done by someone so young?” asked Khilda curiously.

“Most of her life has been spent learning what she knows. They educate in a different way in the Arrakan fleet.”

“I see. On a different topic, how is she going to pay for all of these things?”

“A note drawn on surveyed and secured cargo.” Seeing Khilda’s skeptically raised eyebrow, Barad went smoothly on, “I know what is thought of the Grandalor’s credit, so I had Alor of the Longin do the survey and provide for the cargo’s security. It is no longer on the Grandalor. Send to Alor for collection of the note.”

Khilda discretely withdrew and sent a runner to the Longin booths. The runner returned and whispered into her ear. Both of her eyebrows shot up in surprise and she sent the runner to all of the nearby booths to let them know that Tanlin’s credit was not merely good, it was very good.

A rapid patter of drum-talk on a small tocsin drum cut across the air of the Gathering, sending flocks of sea-birds into the air and causing children to look about for playmates and yell STORY TIME! They scampered off in the direction of Kurin’s toy booth. Tanlin dropped everything else that she had been doing, settled her charges and darted after the children, leaving both of the deck-hands to follow in her wake.

When they finally caught up with her, she was sitting at the edge of a pool of children who were giving Kurin their utmost attention. Kurin was sitting on the sales board of her booth, where all the watchers could see. She had let down a dark curtain behind her making a sort of stage out of her booth.

Kurin stood up on her sales board, her head still lower than her awning, and held up a hand for silence — and got it. She began by asking a question. “In all of the World of Sea, there are only three creatures that men do not hunt. Why don’t we hunt the Ord fish?”

Children eagerly held up hands, wanting to show off for their friends. Kurin pointed to the smallest child.

“‘Cause it’s about the most poison thing in the ocean!” he exclaimed proudly.

“Right, the Ord is the deadliest thing in the sea, so far as poison is concerned. Here, have a model of one to learn what it looks like.” Kurin felt about on an invisible shelf, muttering, “I know it’s here somewhere. Ah, here it is!” She appeared to pull the toy fish out of thin air, to the delight of her audience, and tossed it to the child.

“Why don’t we hunt the Great Dragons?” she asked, head tilted questioningly.

Eager hands went up all over the group as children vied for attention. Kurin chose an older child to answer this one.

“‘Cause Sea is their world and if we tried to hunt them, they could destroy us!” He looked sternly about, arms crossed over his chest.

“Right!” she exclaimed. “They helped the First Ships and then helped us to make the First True Ships. But they were here first and they are more powerful than we are. Wiser, too.” She produced a rolled parchment, seeming to lift it out of a hand that was empty and far too small to hold it. She unrolled it so that all could see the colored drawing, then gave it to the pleased young man. “This is a picture of Dark Iren and Blind Mecat at the Wedding Raft.”

She paused with dramatic flair, “Who knows what else it is that we never hunt?” Her eyes scanned the crowd. A small child had his hand up. On impulse, she picked him.

“We don’t hunt paddle ducks,” he said confidently, “because we raise them and they are so funny.”

“A good guess,” she answered. “We first got paddle ducks by hunting them, though. Here, have one.” Her hands appeared empty as she made a tossing motion toward him. A soft cuddle toy of a paddle duck, made of canvas scraps and fluff landed in his surprised hands. “The other creature that we never hunt is the Orca Whale. Would you like to hear the story of why we never hunt them? Mecat herself told it to me.”

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The Challenge

A/N: So I literally woke up this morning and this idea for a drabble just popped in my head. But this ended up being way longer than I intended so I guess it’s a oneshot? Hopefully when I get this out of my brain I can get some inspiration for the next part of Prague. Also I’m not putting any links on this because of tumblr’s fucked that up for everyone, so if you want to check out my masterlist, which only has two stories right now, please go directly to my blog and click on the link there! Reblogs will be greatly appreciated!

Warnings: Just all the fluff. A swear or two.

“How about you? Any luck lately?”

“Not at all. It seems I’ve hit a dry spell on the dating front,” You sigh heavily and take a long swig of wine. You’re about to put your glass back down on the counter when you see the pity written all over Wanda’s face. Another healthy gulp held your annoyance at bay. It wasn’t Wanda’s fault you weren’t seeing anyone and couldn’t seem to get past the first date. But listening to her gush about Vision for the past few minutes was too much to bear. “I’m just tired of putting myself out there all the time. I just want a guy to like... do all the work. Just ask me the fuck out. And to like be cute about it too. Make the first time he asks me out memorable.”

“I think you’re expecting too much,” Wanda said, raising a brow.

Sighing, you nod in agreement, “I’ve come to the conclusion that all men suck and I’m doomed to be single forever.”

“That’s the spirit,” the faux cheeriness in Bucky’s voice was not lost on you. He strode around the corner, clad in grey sweatpants and a black tee that was annoyingly too tight. Not that you cared to notice. A hair tie kept those chestnut locks in place low on his head, though he always looked better with his hair hanging free, framing his face. Not that it mattered to you anyway.

“I don’t recall inviting you to this conversation,” you huffed. Bucky ignored you. He opened the fridge, grabbed the milk, and drank a third of it straight from the carton. You and Wanda watched, horrified. “You’re proving my point y’know.”

“You can’t use a glass?”

Bucky rolled his eyes, “Relax, I bought this for myself,” he turned the carton to the side where in big, bold letters was written BUCKY. The smaller script underneath read Wilson if you even look at this milk you’re dead. He wiped his perfect lips- not that you thought they were perfect, nope- with the back of his hand, and sat on the island, right next to your glass, “What point am I proving again?”

You rolled your eyes, “Just that all men are terri-”

“... terrible and you’ll be single forever. Right.” His smirk was so slappable. Yet so dreamy. Bucky threw his hands up when he caught sight of your death glare, “Hey, I’m just repeating what you said.”

“Still unnecessary,” you grumbled, “Anyways, I don’t see you bringing home any... what’s the term you like to use? Dames, lately.”

“You keeping track of my dating habits?” His eyebrows waggle suggestively and his mouth curves back into that fucking smirk and you want to die a little bit.

“I’m observant, it’s part of the job,” you take a long gulp of your wine, hoping the glass hides the blush that was hot on your face. You finally put the glass down, maybe a little too forcefully. Some precious wine spills from the glass and it takes every fiber of your being not to whine aloud at the loss, “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re in the same boat as me.”

“Well,” he begins, hopping off the island and standing far too close, “First of all, I’m just biding my time, waiting for the opportune moment and the right girl. Quality is more important than quantity. Which means,” He smugly refills your glass for you, only he can pour smugly, “I’m in this boat by choice, As are you. Because your choice of men, if you can call them that, is absolutely horrible.”

Your mouth hangs open for just second as you realize what that means, “So you’re keeping track of my dating life?” The tick in his jaw barely visible. His cocky demeanor falters ever so slightly and the feeling of making Bucky Barnes squirm, even just the tiniest bit, is glorious.

“Besides,” Wanda pipes up, coming to your defense. You almost had forgotten she was even there, “Her taste in men isn’t horrible. What about that field agent...what’s his name... Nick!”

“See, now you’re proving my point,” Bucky crosses his arms, “Nick is an asshole.”

“What makes him an asshole?”

“He’s a shitty tipper, not a fan of animals of any kind, stares at himself in the mirror while he’s working out,” Bucky is listing all the traits off on his fingers, “But the most telling thing is his ‘locker room talk’. Disgusting. Steve and I used to kick guys’ asses for talking like that. Well, Steve tried to anyway.”

You distinctly remember Nick showing up for dinner with a black eye once. He refused to tell you what happened. It was incredibly hard to bite back your smile, so more wine it was, “Well that’s just one guy. I am perfectly capable of getting a quality guy to ask me out. You, on the other hand,” pointing at him at him with the same hand that was holding your glass, “might have a hard time getting a date acting all presumptuous and shit.”

Bucky’s beautiful blue eyes- not that you really find them beautiful, they were objectively pretty of course, but blue eyes always are, right?- look you up and down, a look of delight crosses his face, “Is that a challenge?”

“You know what? Yeah, it is,” A sudden confidence overwhelms you, (wine’ll do that to you) and you dared to take a step forward, practically toe to toe with the super soldier, “I know I can get a quality guy to ask me out before you can get a girl to agree to go on a date with you.”

“We’ll see about that.” You’re too busy polishing off the last of your wine to notice, but Bucky shifted uncomfortably. Worry clouds his features extremely briefly; it’s gone before you put your glass back down.

“Oh we will,” you begin to strut away, alcohol-induced confidence evident with every step, “Better get to work Barnes.”

Bucky huffed sharply, then called, “Hey, Y/N?”

“What,” You spin around on your heel, “Don’t tell me you’re chickening out al-”

“You free for dinner tomorrow?”

You mouth hung open. Wanda’s brows were at her hairline. Everything all of a sudden seemed far too quiet. Bucky’s arms were crossed, his shoulders slightly hunched, and his lips were pressed into a thin line.

You couldn’t decide what was more unbelievable to you; the fact that Bucky Barnes had just asked you to dinner, or that he seemed nervous to hear your answer.

“Um, what?” was all you could manage.

“You wanna go to dinner with me tomorrow night?”

“What are you doing?” a dumb question, but you couldn’t stop yourself from asking it.

“I’m asking you the fuck out. Doing all the work. Trying to make it memorable,” He answered plainly. Jerk.

“I... yeah, I do. Sure.” You looked to Wanda to affirm that this actually just happened, but she was typing away on her phone, no doubt texting Nat what had just transpired.

“Great,” the nervousness has disappeared, and he was back to his normal, irritatingly cocky self, “I know a place you’ll like. Does seven work for you?”

“Yeah,” you were still dazed.

“See you then,” he treated you to one last smirk as he walked past you to his room. You couldn’t move. The last minute was a complete whirlwind that you were still trying to process, and the wine wasn’t helping. The first time it had let you down. As you watched him walk down the hall, and watching him go was pretty great, you had a thought. Good for you.

“This better not be because you just want to win some stupid chall-”

“Like I said earlier,” He turned to you, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, “I’ve been biding my time, waiting for the opportune moment and the right girl. Quality.”

Smooth.

“Doesn’t mean you win,” You didn’t know what else to say. If he couldn’t see you were blushing before, he had to have noticed now.

“Actually,” Wanda clarified, “He got a girl to agree to go out with him and you got a guy to ask you out, so it’s a tie.”

“Whatever,” Bucky called over his shoulder as he continued to make his way to his room, “Got what I wanted anyway.”

You didn’t see it, but he was sporting the biggest, cheesiest, giddiest grin ever.

A/N: Please, please, please reblog and let me know what you think!

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Ginger Beard of Sex

Summary: (Y/N) enjoys one of the many benefits of the hiatus season. Pairing: Jensen x Reader Warnings: Fluff/Smut Word Count: 1335 A/N: All the pictures from SPNUK Con had me thinking of Mr. Ackles glorious hiatus beard. Before I could go to sleep last night, I wrote this on my phone. As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy! Special Note: This is a work of FICTION and should be enjoyed as such. I mean absolutely no disrespect to the Ackles family as I truly adore and admire them. Header: The images of Jensen Ackles are NOT MINE. Here are the links to the incredible photographers who took these amazing pictures at SPNUK: TOP LEFT | TOP RIGHT | BOTTOM RIGHT

It was that time of year again. The sun was shining bright, warm breeze floating over you and the most gorgeous man in the world finally home for a few months. Being with Jensen Ackles had many perks and disadvantages. You got to travel a lot which was amazing but for 9 months of the year he would be in Vancouver shooting while you were in Austin. Sure, he came home on weekends but sometimes during the week you missed him more than words could describe. While fans would be going through withdraws during the summer hiatus you finally got to spend some time with Jensen and be a normal couple. It had been two weeks since he finished filming and he was in full hiatus mode. He got his hair cut the week he came home, he spent a lot of time in the pool or working on a few fixer upper projects around the house. However, your favorite thing about hiatus was his beard.

Since Dean Winchester never has a beard when Jensen can just be Jensen he grows it out to look different from his character. You had never been a girl who like facial hair on guys but there was something about Jensen’s beard that drove you crazy. The way it tickled your lips whenever he kissed you. Maybe it was the fact he was always running his hands over it whenever in deep thought. Whatever the reason you loved it and were constantly distracted by it. “Babe? Yo, (Y/N)!” Jensen husky voice called out to you. Shaking your head, your eyes traveled up his body. He had been working out in the back yard and stood there with sweat running down his chest and stomach. As your eyes glanced to his sun kissed face you watched as sweat rolled down his cheeks into the ginger colored hair covering his them. You smiled meeting his olive eyes, “Sorry handsome, what’s up?” He chuckled squatting in front of you. “What has got you so distracted this last week?” Your cheeks flared and you bit her lower lip. “It’s nothing. Just enjoying watching you around the house.” He eyed you suspiciously. “Uh-huh. Jared and Gen invited us over for dinner. We don’t have plans or anything?” He asked as you shook your head. You admired him as he stood up walking back over where his phone and shirt were lying.

Dinner with the Padalecki’s was always entertaining. Their two sons were adorable but a hand full especially with Jared and Jensen encouraging them. You were holding their daughter as Thomas jumped onto Jensen’s lap. “Uncle Jensen, why do you and Daddy have hair in your faces?” Thomas asked as he touched Jensen’s beard. “Well buddy, during the summer we like to look different from the way we look the rest of the year. Do you not like it?” Thomas shrugged scrunching his nose. “You know Aunt (Y/N) likes it because it tickles her like this.” Jensen rubbed his cheek against Thomas’s face as he began to giggle. Seeing Jensen with the boys and holding Odette had your mind drifting to having little ones of your own. It was late by the time you and Jensen left the Padalecki’s house. You rested your head against the seat and was absentmindedly running your hand up into Jensen’s hair. He had his hand resting on your bare thigh drumming his fingers to the music. You brought your hand down running the back of your fingers against his beard. “Will you scratch under my chin?” He asked as you snickered. Gently, you scratched under his chin and you could feel the vibrations of the satisfying moan escaping his lips as his hand gripped your thigh tighter. “Thanks babe.” You let your fingers linger a moment longer before placing your hand on top of his on your leg.

Once inside your home exhaustion from the evening over took you both falling into bed. That night was nothing but pleasant dreams about Jensen and his ginger beard. You were in the midst of a passionate dream when you felt Jensen shift against you. “Jay...?” You muttered as you felt him nuzzle against your neck. “You were moaning in your sleep.” He whispered his hot breath against your skin instantly waking you fully. His lips lazily kissed your neck as he dragged his furry chin down to your collarbone. “Sorry I woke you up.” He nipped at your neck, “Don’t be. I learned what has got you all distracted lately.” Jensen hovered over you his hips pinning you to the mattress. “Hmm, what is that?” You asked as he slowly rolled his hips against you. “Apparently, my ginger beard of sex has got you all in a tizzy.” You groaned embarrassingly as he chuckled. “You caught me. I have been fantasizing about that damn beard all week.” A wicked smile came over his face, “Tell me exactly what you fantasize about.” You look up into his lust filled eyes and knew what game he was playing.

“Well I fantasize about you rubbing it against my breasts.” Jensen pulled your shirt over your bare breasts and removed his head from side to side against them. His facial hair feeling rough against your smooth skin. He started to leave open mouth kisses across them until his warm mouth covered your nipple. You sighed as he gently sucked and nibbled it. “Then what pretty girl?” Taking a deep breath to clear your foggy brain, “I fantasize about you rubbing it against the inside of my thighs as you make your way to... ohhh.” you trailed off as Jensen had pulled your panties down tossing them to the side. His rough hands parting your legs and his lips kissing the inside of your thigh. The further down he went the more his beard tickled you and could not help the fit of giggles you were having. “Giggles?” You looked down at him nodding.

He ran a finger over your folds as you let out a deep moan. “That’s better. No more giggles.” He said against your leg as his thumb was now rubbing small, slow circles against your mound. “Mmm... Jensen...” you said leaning your head back into your pillow. “You know I love it when you’re all clean shaven down here. Makes me want to stay down here for hours just licking and tasting you.” Your groaned as you felt his hot breath against you. “Jensen!” You cried out as he took one slow swipe of your lips with his tongue. You felt him smile against you and his beard was tickling the most sensitive area you had. You looked down seeing Jensen was over his little game and your hands went into his hair as ran his tongue over you again. His hands spread your legs wider as he began to suck on your clit. “Fuck!” You yelled as you felt the pressure in the pit of your stomach building.

His tongue worked you over making you pant now at how close you were. “God Jensen... I’m about to...” He thrusted two fingers inside you quickly pumping them in and out and your orgasm flooded every bit of your body. You were trembling as he licked you clean and then looked up at you with the biggest smile on his face. You groaned looking down at him with your juices glistening his beard and you felt your walls tighten. “What?” He asked as he climbed over you. You ran your hands over his slick facial hair and then kissed him roughly. “Damn I love your hiatus beard! Now will you get naked and fuck me properly because this beard is really doing it for me.” Jensen started laughing as he stood up quickly removing his boxers. “If I knew that then I would have asked for Dean to have a beard a long time ago.” You groaned as the ginger beard of sex gave you everything you had dreamed of and more.

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kyluxtrashcompactor · 6 years

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You know you're following the right people when they get excited about writing a prompt you forgot you even submitted until you see it again from people you follow rebloging it on your dash. 💕

Absolutely!! Are you the responsible party for this glorious khk prompt that I'm plugging away on diligently??! 🤩 i woke up thinking about how i have to get to work early so i can get home early to write lol

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ask-de-writer · 6 years

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : World of Sea : Part 21