༝in which , how kk , azzi & ju would react when u are too loud during sex.
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J.W -
JUJU IS three fingers deep in you you both are in bed, back to chest juju holding one of ur thighs up , the other hand burried in ur cunt ur face ? flushed and ur holding jujus wrist.
which ur lucky she even let you hold.
, youre slick has soaked her fingers ur legs and damn girl .. ur freshly washed sheets
, the sounds of it loud in youre dorm which each slap of her palm against ur clit ur feeling every emotion into one you have been holding it like juju has instructed you too.
but it gets to a point.
the second she curled her long fingers in you , ur body began to stutter and you shout out a "fuck it feels so good!" its loud. raw. but hey.. id want everyone to know im getting fingered by juju watkins to.
juju snorts quietly with a smirk even tho u went against her words. u definitely filled her ego on how good she really makes u feel.
"shh baby.." she cood a gentle laugh following as she kissed ur neck.
A.F -
AZZI IS currently sucking ur clit , her hands stroking ur thighs with mm's of pleasure from ur taste.
youre hands are in her wet pretty curls — back arched. ur grinding on azzi's post practice face her jaw doing wonders as your slick coats her face.
you have been letting out little whimpers. not because u have to. but because just incase kk or paige come in youll be able to hear so u and azzi can stop.
but fuck.
azzi fudd was an eater.
her tounge did swirls on ur bud before sucking and then doing slow licks oncebmore.
and damn. homegirls jaw didnt lock once.
she was mid suction when you shouted, "azzi baby fuck!" that shit was loud. like silence whole dorm complex loud. but did you care no?
and azzi definitely didn't.
she went faster with anything with a mumble face deep in ur pussy,
"let it out baby."
K.A -
UR NIGHTGOWN is pushed up to ur hips, ur gripping the sink for dear life. kamorea has her 8 inch clear silicone buried in u , butterflies are fluttering in ur stomach.
kk's hands are sprawled on ur hips — ur ass recoling every time she bottoms out, you have been biting ur lips — ur mm's at rythm with each slap of skin.
you have been taking it.
longer than u normally would.
okay u admit it you cum fast.
but when ur girlfriend is kk arnold. you obviously are pleasured.
kk did one more hard thrust before u let out a groan — "ahhh fuck!" before you burry youre face down embarrassed.
kk took ur neck lifting u up. , she wanted to make eye contact with you before she stopped causing u to whine.
"keep those pretty noises for me. only me okay baby?"
Summary: Robby comes into work sick and makes it everybody else’s problem
Special shoutout to @silentsneezes @softblesses for letting me bounce ideas off you! (Part 2 coming, but it’s Jack’s turn) • Please don’t reblog to non-kink blogs
Word Count: 2.9k
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7:00 AM
The turn from winter to spring in Pittsburgh was something greatly looked forward to. The crisp morning air would eventually give way to afternoon sunshine and gentle warmth; not too hot, but perfect for tee shirts or light layers.
This April was already shaping up to be a warm one, but the 6am wind wasn’t quite so forgiving. Michael Robinavitch sniffled wetly against the back of his hand and pulled his jacket hood a bit higher to protect his neck from the chill.
He knew he was sick - he’d felt it coming on for days. The sore throat, the post-nasal drip, and the fatigue…in a perfect world, he’d be working a job that he’d feel comfortable calling out. Be in a job where he didn’t feel like he was letting down his patients and his team by having his body fail him.
But this wasn’t a perfect world. And he was one stubborn son of a bitch. And that’s why he was dragging himself into the PTMC before 7am to start his 12+ hour shift.
With his backpack stashed away in his locker, he made his way to the hub where Dana was scribbling on a clipboard.
“Morning Dana, you see Abbot around?” He cringed slightly at the noticeable rasp in his voice, making it deeper than usual.
“He left on time for once, you just missed him,” she stopped writing and looked the attending up and down, “You sound like hell. Rough night?”
“Ehh you could say that. Gather everyone for morning announcements?”
“You got it, Cap.”
Within 2 minutes, the day shift was gathered around the hub.
“Alright everyone, spring has sprung and unfortunately for you; that means outdoor injuries, boating accidents, spring breakers and tourists. It doesn’t have to be a holiday to get crazy in here as you already know. Let’s be mindful but practical, yes?”
There was a low rumble of ‘yes’ amongst the group - most of whom were still finishing their morning coffee before shift start.
“Med students!” Dana addressed, “stick with the intern/resident you were assigned to and don’t do anything without checking with the attending physician first, is that clear?”
More nodding and mumbles of acknowledgement came from the group.
“HH’YEESHHUH!! HY’YISSHEW!” Robby snapped forward, ducking into his elbow.
Javadi screamed and brought her hands up to her ears. Several other med students jumped, including Dennis, who also dropped the clipboard he was holding letting it clatter to the floor.
“Jesus Robby, some warning would be nice…” Frank clutched his chest dramatically.
“God bless you.” Dana patted a hand on his shoulder as he mumbled thanks. “Alright, get your handoff notes from the night shift and get to it!”
Everyone scattered, either checking the board or touching base with their resident for the day.
“And here I thought that sneeze would get quieter with age.” Dana teased. “You getting sick on me?”
“I’m fine.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
Robby stared at her, knowing she could be just as stubborn as he could. He sniffled again and faked a smile, eyes unchanging, “I’m fine.”
He sanitized his hands and headed off to see his first patient, disappearing into the business of the ED.
“Mmhmm…” Dana hummed in disbelief. “Keep an eye on him, will you Perlah? Let me know if he starts taking a turn.”
The nurse nodded as her senior walked away, and she immediately turned to Princess.
“He sounds sick.” Perlah says in Tagalog, “Today would have been hard enough without having to deal with that.”
“He doesn’t seem angry. Maybe it was allergies?”
“Robby doesn’t have allergies. You weren’t here when he got strep a few years ago.” Perlah almost shivered at the memory. “Ten bucks says he makes someone cry before his shift is up.”
“Twenty says he doesn’t finish the shift.”
“You’re on, bitch.”
***
10:00 AM
The first couple of hours of the day shift went by decently fast. It was busy enough to keep Robby’s mind occupied. Unfortunately, his body didn’t get the memo.
Within the last hour, congestion had settled in his sinuses, which sadly did nothing to alleviate the tickle that had been bugging him. His throat burned and his head had become foggier than it was this morning.
Trinity was sitting in front of one of the computers, updating patient charts from earlier in the day.
“HH’RUUSSHIEW!! Snff H’YESSSSHUH!” Robby’s voice carried and once again, those within earshot either jumped or flinched.
He cleared his throat, “Dr.Santos! We’re drowning in here. I need you to take on the patient in South 10, they’ve been waiting for hours.” He said in passing.
The brunette huffed a sigh. “Can you ask Whitaker or Javadi?”
The man stopped dead in his tracks, turning to look at her.
“I’m asking you.” His tone was authoritative, but the congestion was rounding his consonants more than he would have liked.
“I know, I’m just so behind on charting. I just thought I could try to-”
“You’ll do your charting after your shift like everyone else.” He cut her off. “You should know better by now.”
Trinity rolled her eyes in resentful agreement and mumbled under her breath, “Okay, sheesh. Someone’s crabby when they’re sick…”
Robby scrubbed the underside of his nose, “What the fuck did you just say?”
“Nothing, nothing.” She stood up and grabbed the chart, “I said I’m going to South 10; that okay with you?”
“Watch the attitude, Santos. Everyone else is pulling their weight - you’re not exempt from that.”
“Yes sir.” She said with slightly less attitude than before and left to go check on her new patient.
Robby grabbed a tissue from the box on the desk to blow his nose. He looked up and locked eyes with Dana, who had an eyebrow raised at him.
“What?”
“You think you were a little harsh on her? She was trying to catch up on charts, not sitting on her thumbs.”
Robby pocketed the tissue and rubbed some sanitizer on his hands, “If every intern and med student stopped to catch up on charting, we would be even more of a dumpster fire than we already are.”
“I know that. You know that. They’re young and they’re learning.”
“I don’t need backtalk from interns because giving me attitude makes them feel good.”
“And how about you, huh?” Dana softened.
“What about me??”
“How are you feeling?”
He tensed almost unnoticeably with frustration and smiled. “I’m fine.”
***
12:30 PM
By early afternoon, Robby - or really his cold - was the talk of PTMC. Whispers about his short temper and frankly bitchy mood had made their rounds amongst the med students and interns.
The accustomed nurses did their job and stayed out of his way, while a select few residents went above and beyond trying not to cross his path.
“He ripped me a new one earlier for trying to catch up on charts.” Santos groaned.
“I overheard him getting into it with Dr.Garcia.” Princess hissed over her shoulder, pretending not to be a part of the conversation.
“I don’t understand why he doesn’t just go home if he’s not feeling well.” Javadi whispered.
Donnie leaned over the desk, handing lab results over to her.
“Piece of advice - don’t let him catch you talking about him.” He warned.
“I.. didn’t think I was talking that loudly.” She blinked and smiled awkwardly, speaking just above a whisper.
“You weren’t.” He reassures, “but word gets around. He’s in North 8 right now if you’re steering clear.”
“Noted.” Santos quipped.
North 8 was current residence of a severe head injury. The teen was unconscious and not protecting his airway, so Frank, Mel and Dennis were intubating and coming up with a treatment plan while Robby stood in the corner observing with a mask on.
“What’s the plan of action Dr.King?” He called from behind the mask, clearing his throat again.
“Head CT to assess internal damage, sutures on the head lac, and we should run a CBC/BMP as well.”
“Dr.Landon. Your patient, your call.”
Frank nodded in agreement. “Call CT and let them know he’s coming. Nice work.”
Mel smiled and pulled off her gloves, dropping them in the biohazard bin.
“Um, Dr.Robby? Would you like me to make you some tea with honey?”
“And what exactly are you implying?” He was smiling but there was frustration behind his eyes.
Frank’s ears perked up, overhearing the conversation. Oh shit.
“Nothing, it’s just that when my sister gets sick, she really likes tea, and the honey helps with-”
“Dr.King!” Langdon interjected abruptly.
Both her and Robby turned to stare at him.
“Can I uh… debrief with you outside? …. Privately.”
“Umm sure. I’ll be right back.” She says to Robby and follows her mentor out of the room. “Did I…do something wrong?”
“No no, I’m just trying to save your ass. NEVER ask Robby if he’s sick. Don’t ask him. Don’t imply it. Don’t offer to make him tea, don’t draw any attention to it whatsoever. Trust me.”
She would’ve laughed had it not been for the serious expression plastered across Frank’s face.
“Seriously?”
“Eventually you’ll understand why but you'll wish that you didn’t.”
Back inside North 8, it was now just Dennis and Robby. They had a unique bond - he’d already caught Robby in one of his worst moments, but had also been around to see some of his best. Robby was pretty damn close to a father figure in Dennis’ life.
The farm boy stopped writing his patient notes and turned to the closest thing to face him.
“Hey, I…” he hesitated when Robby looked up to meet his gaze, “Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Dennis opened his mouth to reply and looked around briefly before shrugging, “You tell me.”
The older man looked down and rubbed the back of his neck. For a brief moment he considers opening up.
“Just a headache. It’s fine.” He lied.
***
2:30 PM
By mid afternoon, his mood was completely in the gutter. Most of his anger was misplaced, as he was upset at the fact it was getting harder to hide his symptoms and that in turn pissed him off.
He felt like shit and could sense that people were walking on eggshells around him, but that somehow made him more upset. He didn’t want this flaw to be center stage, especially in his place of work.
Samira was already trying like hell to stay out of his way, but just her luck, she was in the restroom when one of her patients started crashing.
“Shit!” Donnie, Robby and Dennis ran into the room.
“No pulse.” Dennis said, “Starting chest compressions!”
“Push 1 of epi-” Robby started, “Where the FUCK is Dr.Mohan???”
“Epi is in.” Donnie noted, prepping the AED for Dennis.
Thankfully the patient came back to normal sinus rhythm after only one shock, but Robby was seething.
At that exact moment, Samira came running into the room. “Shit, what happened? I was only gone for like 3 minutes.”
“Dr.Mohan - a word outside.”
“Fuck.” She sighed under her breath, bracing herself.
“Nice of you to finally show up. While you were slacking off, your patient crashed. Dennis saved his life.”
“I- I wasn’t slacking, I was in the bathroom. He was stable, I don’t understand-” she was remorseful and panicked.
“No, I don’t understand. I don’t understand why you’re incapable of doing your fucking job! Your patient!” He pointed dramatically back towards the room and then pointed back at her, “Your fucking responsibility. His life is in your hands and if you can’t handle it, I will assign him to someone who fucking can!”
Samira was blinking back shocked tears, too proud to let him win this.
“ROBBY!” Dana yelled, stepping in front of Samira. “She used the bathroom. You can’t expect her to be with one person 24/7. It could have happened to anyone. Get some fucking air and stop disrupting my ED!”
He gave a pointed stare at Samira before turning on his heels and heading out to the ambulance bay.
As soon as he was out of sight, a soft sob ran through the resident. Dana turned around and gave her a hug.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” She said softly in her ear, “It’s no excuse but he’s not himself today. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Yeah? Tell that to Robby.” She wiped her eyes and looked up at the charge nurse.
“I have more than just that to say to him, believe you me. Why don’t you take ten in the lounge?”
Dr.Mohan nodded with a deep breath and made her way to the break room as Dana pulled out her phone to make a call.
Behind her at the nurse’s station, Perlah turned to Princess and whispered, “You owe me ten bucks.”
***
3:00 PM
Jack would have come in early regardless of the reasoning, but when Dana called and told him Robby was sick and on a rampage, he knew this was a pretty dire situation.
He got out of bed, threw on his scrubs and was out the door within ten minutes. He strode into the ED, backpack slung over one shoulder and it was as if the entire nurses station sighed.
He raised his eyebrows and shook his head lightly while gesturing with his hands. A silent ‘what the fuck is going on?’ to Dana.
“Thank god. Get that man out of my ED. He’s yelling at med students, made Samira cry-”
“What?! For fucks sake, I leave for a few hours and this place goes to shit. Where is he anyways?”
“H’RRDSSHEW!!” He pitched forward into his elbow, coughing as he walked towards the hub.
“Speak of the devil…” Dana muttered, turning around and pretending to write some stuff down.
Jack has known his friend long enough to know that with Robby, the trick is to be as nonchalant as possible. He slides the box of tissues over casually and slaps a friendly hand on Robby’s shoulder.
“You look like shit, brother. Go home.”
Robby scoffed, “What are you doing here?”
“Couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d come in early to help out.” Jack didn’t even look up from what he was looking at.
The younger man walked over to Dana, “Central 6 is due for another dose of morphine soon. I’m gonna start there.”
Robby was hovering, partially in disbelief. Jack did a well-acted double take at his friend.
“What are you still doing here? Go home. Don’t come back til you’re 24 hours fever free, you know the drill.”
There was a heavy silence while the older man processed what was being said to him. He blinked a few times before hesitantly agreeing.
About ten minutes later, he was leaving the ED with his things, feeling defeated. Once he was out the door, Abbot turned to Dana and fist bumped her.
Princess was walking past the station with some paperwork and leaned over to Perlah. “You owe me twenty.”
***
8:00 AM (The Next Day)
Jack knocked on the door a little after 8am. He wasn’t expecting an answer and had his backup key ready. He was about to use it when the door unlocked and opened to reveal a very disheveled Michael Robinavitch.
He was in black sweatpants, his zip-up jacket, and had a light blanket wrapped around him. His lips were parted slightly, nose red and chapped.
Jack whistled, “You look like shit.”
“Fuck off.” He muttered, with no heat behind the words.
He turned and headed back into the house, the younger man following behind him and closing the door.
Behind closed doors with just him and Jack, it was easier to let his guard down. Robby took up residence on the couch, a welcome change from his bedroom.
Jack had set some bags on the kitchen counter. He noticed there was an unopened takeout bag on the counter with a note - his note:
“Running late. ED is nuts. Get some rest. -J”
“You didn’t eat the soup I DoorDashed you.”
“Sorry, wasn’t hungry.” Came the reply from the couch.
“Paid the kid extra to add the note, you know.” Jack teased, “At least you brought it inside.”
Robby coughed again, “Sorry.”
Jack made his way over to the couch, sitting next to him. “I don’t think it’s me you need to say sorry to.”
He reached over and rested a hand on Robby’s forehead and he leaned into the touch.
“Nnnngh,” a groan escaped his lips. “I feel bad.”
“You’re sick.”
“No, I feel bad for yelling at everybody.”
“We can deal with that when you don’t have a fever.” Jack took off his prosthetic and propped it against the table before leaning back and pulling Robby closer.
The older of the two leaned in and rested his head in Jack’s lap. Eyes closed, he mumbled, “Thanks for keeping me company.”
Jack chuckled, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the couch. “16 hour day, crazy shift, I’m sleeping here today.”
“Mmm y’might regret that…” the other man hummed.
He half expected some form of protest or agreement, but the only reply was some gentle snoring.
Robby sniffled against the blanket and draped part of it over Jack’s legs before letting himself fall back asleep too.
@expended-sleeper tagged me for WIP Wednesday, so I am tagging @gilgamish @saltymaplesyrup @ser-i-vant and anyone else who would like to join in!
Fandom: Warframe
Rating: Explicit
Category: M/M
Genre: first time
Summary: After reading @agoddamn's incredible story sublimation, I started thinking about what falling in love with Loid would look like from Albrecht's POV. This fic is the result. It also became a place for me to explore and develop various headcanon's I've had about what life was like in the turbo-eugenicist pre-Void era Orokin Empire.
Albrecht Entrati made no indication that he had heard the grumbled remark as he slowed his kaithe from a ground-covering lope to a gentle amble. The ferrous Martian sand swirled around the kaithe’s legs in a russet cloud and was carried off by the hot, dry wind. Just ahead, the coalition of kavats was swirling around their quarry. Their movement was fluid, unceasing, but between their shifting bodies one was still: Kalymos. Her white hide and obol-disc collar were unmistakable, even at distance. She crouched, her powerful jaws locked around her prey’s throat.
The displeasure the other participants in the day’s hunt seemed to have over Kalymos’s prowess in the field puzzled Albrecht. She was unrivaled in the field, yes, and none of the others who had brought their hunting kavats along had seen their animals make a kill yet. But in his experience other Orokin preferred to spend their time in chatter and socializing amongst themselves, and the sport of the actual kill was only a secondary concern and momentary entertainment.
Grand Censor Timoleon’s master of the hunt was already off of her kaithe and wading into the throng. The knot of kavats broke apart somewhat, growling their displeasure as the rest of the hunt attendants came forward to leash them. Kalymos remained, one gold-trimmed ear locked on Albrecht.
“Lord Entrati,” the woman bowed deeply as his kaithe halted a few paces away. She indicated Kalymos with a sweep of her arm. “It is your honour.”
Even the most well-trained kavats would have dispatched their victim by now, but Kalymos was not most kavats. She waited.
In contrast, the man around whose throat her jaws were closed groaned and wheezed. Albrecht wondered what his crime had been. There were only scraps of clothing left on his body—scoured by the sand and scalded by sol; nothing to offer any clues to his previous occupation. Even the tattoos on his face that marked his clan and tribe were unintelligible beneath the dirt and blood of the chase.
Request: “Hi! I wasn’t sure how to do this but I saw you were taking fanfic request... so if possible could you write one about Pride and Prejudice. My OTP is obviously Lizzie and Mr. Darcy but I don’t really mind you can do whatever” ~ @ericainhiding
Pairing: William Darcy x Elizabeth Bennet
Warning: None
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{A/N: Hey Guys so this is one of the first fanfic reqests I got and I finally finished it! Sorry it took so long to finish but I finallygot some free time.}
“Darling if you keep pacing you’re going to make me sick,” Lizzie calls from her spot in the lounge not once looking up from her book.
“Well what do you expect me to do? Wait for it to just hit you, I refuse to just be a sitting duck. For heavens sake thats what we've been doing for ten months.” William stops in the middle of the entryway framing to stare at his wife, “And how are you so calm?”
“Because I know that when the time is right you will end up being more calm than I,"
Striding into the lounge William takes a seat next to Lizzie.
"And how might I ask do you know that?
"Because Jane and Charles have been through this twice and you were more calm about it then the three of us." Closing her book Lizzie sets it in her lap.
"I have faith in you Darcy, you should too....beside you can't doubt yourself right now about being calm because between me, you, Jane, Charles, and Lydia this child is going to need someone who's levelheaded."
Lizzie looked at Darcy cupping his face with her left hand.
"Elizabeth have I ever told you that you might have a little to much faith in me?"
She nodded chuckling.
"Darling, you need to start seeing yourself as the person you are because you right now are amazing. Not only as a husband but already as a father."
Smiling at Lizzie, Darcy kisses her forehead as he places a hand over lizzie's bump.
"Love?" Darcy moved to rest his head on top of Elizabeth's, as she wrapped an arm around his waist.
"Hmm?"
"Thank you fo-"
"You're welcome Darling." William could feel Lizzie's smirk as they sat there in each other's arms,
"You don't even know what I was going to say."
"Because I don't need to know." Chuckling to himself, Darcy started to hum a tune known all to well by the both of them as they sat with eachother awaiting their next adventure.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Newsies - All Media Types, Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Spot Conlon/Racetrack Higgins, More to come
Characters: Jack Kelly, Racetrack Higgins, Spot Conlon, Elmer (Newsies), Mush (Newsies), Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Romeo (Newsies), Mike (Newsies), Ike (Newsies), Medda Larkin
Additional Tags: Modern AU, Child Abuse, eating problems, Slow Burn, if I can
Summary:
Jack's new foster brother is a mystery wrapped in an enigma, with a cat. Race could really use a break from his home life. Everyone is an asshole.
A/N: Dean has to chose between saving Sam or his little sister. The story follows the fallout from his decision.
Word Count: 1,563
Warnings: Angst
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You and Sam looked around the hallway you were standing in; there was nothing special about it. Just a hallway of what appeared to be an abandoned factory. Glancing over at Sam, you nodded at each other, silently communicating that you should move.
The two of you were looking for Dean who had been taken by a djinn who fed off of fear. Sam had killed it a day ago but Dean never woke up, which led to where you are now; walking in Dean’s nightmare, trying to find him so that he could wake himself up.
You had just turned the corner when you heard a voice chuckling from what sounded below you. Sam heard it too because he looked at you before walking to the railing to view what was going on below you.
Your eyes widened as you took in the scene; the dream’s version of you and Sam were each tied to a chair while Dean stood five feet in front of you. A man, a demon with black eyes showing, stood off to the side a few feet away.
“The hell?” You heard Sam say next to you.
“What is going-” You began but stopped when you heard the demon begin to speak.
“Alright Dean, choose. Do you want to save your brother, the one you raised and spent your entire life looking after.” The demon paused, “Or your little half sister who you didn’t even know about until the apocalypse? Your choice.” He said while handing Dean a gun, “You better choose quickly, otherwise I might just kill them both.”
Holding the gun in his hand Dean kept looking between the dream versions of you and Sam.
“Dean would never choose.” Sam said while standing next to you, “He’d rather shoot himself; come on.” Sam grabbed your hand and began to pull you, however the two of you stopped when you heard the dream Sam begin to speak.
“Save Y/N Dean, I’ll be fine. We’ve both died too many times. Save our sister.” Sam begged Dean.
Dean stood there, staring at the gun, “I’m sorry Sam.” Dean said, shaking his head, his voice cracking as he looked up at his brother, “I can’t.” Slowly raising the gun up Dean pointed it at you.
“DEAN! NO!” The dream Sam yelled while fighting against his restraints.
“Dean, no. Please no.” The dream version of you said as you began to cry, “De please.”
“I’m sorry Y/N.” Dean said as a tear fell down his cheek, “I can’t-It’s Sam.”
“And what am I?” Dream you asked.
Dean didn’t respond, instead he aimed the gun, “I’m sorry.” He said as he pulled the trigger. The dream version of you went limp in her chair while the dream Sam screamed and fought to get to you.
“I’m so sorry Y/N.” Dean whispered while tears streamed down his face.
Next to you Sam stood in shock, his mouth agape.
You clung onto Sam’s hand as silent tears flowed down your cheeks.
Dean had to choose who to save; he chose Sam.
“Come on.” Sam said as he gripped your hand and pulled you along with him. You descended the stairs, making loud noises which caught Dean’s attention.
“Y/N? Sam?” He asked, glancing back and forth between the real you and the dream versions.
“It’s a dream Dean.” Sam told him, getting straight to the point, “It was the djinn, it fed off your fear. We killed it but you gotta wake up.”
“Y/N?” Dean asked, looking at you, but you refused to make eye contact, instead you were staring at the dead version of yourself.
“Dean!” Sam yelled, “You gotta wake up! It’s not real!”
“It’s not?” Dean replied, confused.
“No, if you wake up this will all be over.” Sam told him.
“No it won’t be.” The demon said, cutting into the conversation. Suddenly the dream version of you and Sam were moving, once more grabbing Dean’s attention.
“He can’t just wake up.” You said silently.
“What?” Sam questioned in an annoyed tone, he just wanted to get out of there.
“With-” You cleared your throat so you could speak stronger, “With Charlie the only way Dean and I got her to wake up was if she faced her biggest fear. Dean has to choose to kill the dream version of you instead.”
“That’s-” Sam began but Dean stopped him.
“She’s right, Charlie had to let her mom die before we could wake up.” Dean said sadly.
“Okay, so...shoot the dream version of me, not me. The one tied up.” Sam clarified while pointing at the version of him who was strapped in the chair.
“Sam, I don’t know if I can.” Dean said sadly.
His words tore at you, he had no problem shooting you in his dreams but he couldn’t shoot Sam.
“Dean, just do it. Y/N and I will be in the other room, just, hurry. The longer we’re here the worse you’re getting.” Sam told Dean before grabbing your hand and walking into another room of the factory.
Once Sam closed the door he instantly brought you into his arms, holding you tight. You gripped him back as you tried your hardest not to break down over the fact that Dean would always choose Sam over you.
As if he already knew what you were thinking Sam kissed your head, “I can never, and will never, choose between you two. We will all die before I hurt either of you. Dean, he-he could never-” Sam didn’t get to finish his sentence because a gun going off in the other room interrupted him.
Suddenly you woke up in the motel room that you had been staying at during the case. Sam shot up as he awoke and looked over at you, “You okay?” He questioned. You simply nodded your head before looking next to you where Dean was sleeping. You had refused to leave his side after you had saved him, choosing to sleep next to him just in case.
Now it all felt wrong.
Being there felt so wrong.
How could you stay when your own brother was willing to kill you if it meant saving your other brother.
You were staring down at Dean when his eyes slowly opened. He was disorientated at first, but as his gaze locked with yours it all came rushing back to him.
The djinn.
The dream.
Having to choose between saving you or Sam.
How he always saved Sam.
“Y/N...” Dean said as he sat up.
“Take it easy Dean.” You replied softly as you helped him lean back against the headboard.
“How long was I out?” Dean asked.
“About two days, we were starting to get worried.” Sam told him as he came to stand next to the bed.
Dean placed his hands on his face before moving them to rub his hair, “God it felt like longer. I had to choose so many-” Dean began but stopped himself when he realized what he was confessing.
Sam tensed when he heard Dean’s words, he had lived through that more then once, meaning Dean had continuously chosen to kill you rather then to kill Sam.
You felt your heart drop at Dean’s words, “You had to choose between me and Sam so many times, right?” You said in a quiet voice.
“Y/N, I-I.” Dean started but he didn’t know what to say.
“It’s okay Dean.” You told him softly, “Sam’s your brother, I’m barely even your sister.”
“No. Y/N, no it’s not that.” Dean said sternly but you just shook your head.
“It’s okay.”
“No Y/N, it’s not okay. You mean so much to us, you’re our sister. Half sister, hell even if dad wasn’t really your father, you are still our sister. You mean as much to us as we mean to each other.” Sam told you as he looked you in the eye, but you only shook your head.
“No, I don’t.”
The next morning while Sam was on his run you got out of bed, having opted to sleep with Sam instead of Dean like your normally do it was easier to sneak out of bed and move around without waking the oldest brother. As quietly as possible you grabbed your stuff out of your bag and changed in the bathroom. Quickly throwing your belongings back into your duffle, you placed your phone on the motel table before hiking the bag further onto your shoulder.
“Where are you going?” Dean’s groggy voice asked you.
Turning to look at him you saw that his eyes were still closed, “I’m gonna go get breakfast. Sam’s on his run and should be back soon.”
“M’kay.” He responded, “We’re gonna have to talk about it today, you know that right?” He asked sleepily.
“I know, just go back to bed.” You told him.
“Mhmm.”
Assuming Dean was done talking you opened the door but stopped yourself from walking out when you heard his voice again, “You are my little sister. I promise you, you’ll never get hurt when you’re around me. My dream, it’ll never happen.”
“We’ll talk about this later Dean.” You said angrily, you didn’t want his apologies, you didn’t want anything, you just wanted to put as much space between you and Dean as possible.
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in which , riley hadent seen her sisters girlfriend whom she had liked since eleven.. what happens when a family trip comes and they see eachother once again?
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RILEY RANORIE had been inlove with her sister's girlfriend ever since she had been eleven years old.
paige has always been around, the whole ranorie family loved her — i mean attended all of paiges games. kissed the ground she walked on.
her older sister ramona and paige had been dating since freshman year in highschool.. — they argued all day, all night.
hushed whispers . voices low when people walked by in hallways or hell even in paige's dads jeep.
and then somehow, minutes later they were right back in each other’s space like nothing ever happened at the ripe ages of fifthteen.
and they knew to hide it well so to everyone?
they loved eachother which wasnt a lie but a perfect couple? hell no.
ramona was perfect.
she was a star ballerina , her name kept the family close and alive attending play after play.
she lived the life you would see in movies.. just not the lesbian part.
homegirl was beautiful. her grades? outstanding she applied herself and you could always tell she put time into herself.
riley could see why paige loved her and why they became what they became.. paige was an exception.. paige turned ole ramona out. ramona wasn't gay. she was in love with paige.
riley loved ramona to. who didn't love ramona ranorie.
riley wasn’t much different. just… quieter.
she was an anxious ball of nerves, her stutter making everything she said feel harder than it should’ve been.
people were drawn to her at first — something soft about her, something gentle.
but she’d throw you off just as fast.
still, riley was sweet. she always was.
RILEY REMEMBERS when she met paige , ramonas freshman year.
paige was coming over after school toto watch movies and just be paige and ramona maybe take photos ? i dont fucking know. and her dad would get her after work,
this particular day riley was sick at home and the living room was her dungeon. had a bowl of chicken noodle soup on her right , dayquil to her left — ginger ale + her heated blanket over her head her fresh dominican blowout fucked and whatever nickolodian would come on.
the lights were dim and riley felt like she was dying. riley was halfway chowing down the homemade soup when... she heard jeys jingile and laughter then revealed a very pretty cacausian , she had her pin straight blonde hair free, white lebron big slam shirt, blue shorts white nike crew socks and her multicolored vans.
rileys eyes widened the eleven year old had never seen someone so gorgeous in her life.
the girl didn't notice riley as she was to busy toeing off her shoes and laughing with ramona but she finally turned and with a quiet oh noticed riley.
they had never met before. just heard eachother on facetimes and riley heard her parents talk about her. but wow. words didnt do justice.
"you alive?" her southern voice teased.
ramona noticed to. she tilted her head. riley did look like death.
riley blinked quickly licking her lips pulling the blanket tighter over her skinny body , "i.. i.. yes .. j.. just sick." she finally breathed out.
paige walked up to her and riley was hit with this scent of detergent , paige placed her hand on rileys forehead like she had known her for years.
yall just met today.. but okay.
paige frowned. "ur burning up." she surveyed.
riley nervously shrugged her braces sticking out.
paige raised an eyebrow , ramona came from the kitchen handing her a fresh cold glass of orange juice. "wheres mom and dad?" she asked , unintentionally cleaning up rileys mess of a living room throwing away plates ect.
riley sighed , "m..mommys at the grocery store.. d.. dads....a.. at .. nanas house." she managed.
paige glanced at her
paige removed her warm palm, "i hope you feel better riley.. we can stay down here with you?" paige suggested turning to ramona who was opening a window , hands on her hips , one hand putting a lock of hair behind her ears which really cool she had three piercings.
holy fuck. she knows rileys name.
yes because of ramona but let her be delusional.. she is eleven this the the sexiest fourteen year old shes ever seen okay?
ramona looked back, "yeah." she agreed with a nod. , "oh by the way.. paige.. riley.. riley paige." she gestured between the both of them.
riley was still in lala land when paige glanced back at riley with the most gentlest smile. riley waved braces caught between her lips.
they stayed down stairs with her, ranona being strict and making riley wash her hands with every sneeze, just being a big sister.. refilling her drinks feeding her.. paige getting to know riley asking about her favorite shows. it was.. a day.
that night paige hugged her sick and all.
it never left rileys head.
as they got older they grew a bond,— ramona and paige had went to uconn together still having that perfect couple persona. riley abd her parents moved to conneticut to be closer to ramona.
paige and riley didnt talk much at first.. and fhen?? during sophomore year paige would literally talk to riley all the time. they would play fortnite .. bake.. and now? around paiges senior year she got badly distant.
maybe the draft? her and ramonas fights?
it hurt riley. to her core. so riley eighteen years old decided? she would stop trying to with paige. i mean she really is just her sister in law.
well this year is the ranorie family's cabin trip.
and paige bueckers will be in attendance.
RILEY PULLED into the cabin with a sign. she could faintly hear her parents laughter.
riley wore her white tube top, her green baggy nike sweats pants her hair was fluffy and placed in a low ponytail sunglasses low on her nose.
this trip was gonna be three whole days.
she didnt wanna see paige. and she damn sure didnt have time to hear ramonas mouth.
being back in minnesota was fine. it was just.. to many memories in minnesota.
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ꕀcontains jujux!domfem. smut. fluff. f3cesitting. juju being juju. biceps.
𓍼word count | 1.3k
masterlist | wattpad
in which , jazmine happened to be scrolling on insta and she saw her boo showing her biceps.
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JAZMINE WAS minding her business okay? she had just got home from her swim meet. beat the opponent team. she didnt think when she was scrolling on instagram and just liking and just scrolling past everyones dump she would see her girlfriend flashing her biceps!
when she saw it she scrolled past it she immediately scrolled back up.
now jazmine knew.. yes her girlfriend was focusing more on her arm work with this torn acl.
but holy fuck. never in jazmines nine months and twenty five seconds of being her girlfriend she thought would see that yummy yummy ass muscle she personally loved jujus legs she loves when juju lets her rid— nvm.
she saw juju naked half of the time. they literally showered together last week and you mean to tell me juju was hiding allat?
jazmin , locs freshly retwisted now in a low bun she wore some neon pink lace panties had on one of juju's big ass team usa t shirts.
she patiently waited. and waited.
she sat butterfly position on the couch her freshly clipped nails fighting to masturbate to it, her pussy was practically aching at this point.
she tried to focus on the vampire diaries but honestly all she could think about was seeing her girlfriend.
FINALLY SHE heard the keys jingle and the door click open the pain pattering outside. jazmine smirked. "hi my love." juju calmly greeted — shooting her keys in the bowl making it in with a clink.
juju's toed off her turbos and jazmine finally stood. and when jaz saw juju she was a deer in headlights.
juju , bun low. red nike compression tee that hugged her b cup, black sweatpants and as always.. her white nike socks.
genuinely does she wear any other socks?
jazmine opened her arms with a big smile. juju squinted raising an eyebrow but she walked slowly over towering over jazmine arms warm wrapping around her womans waist.
jazmin sighed taking in juju's cocoa butter smell.
weirdly.. her sweat smells good.
her hands wrapped around juju's neck and she let out a gasp of suprise as juju lifted her up effortlessly.
"ju!" jazmine whispered in suprise. juju smirked. "hm?" she hummed , hands cradling her ass as jazmines legs were tight around juju's trained waist.
"ur knee—!" jazmine began her hand gently strokly jujus face in a worry , "shh" juju hushed leaning in gently pressing her lips to jazmines.
there kisses were quiet over the rain. jasmine sighed into jujus mouth tlting her head stroking the nape of juju's neck , head falling back lazily.
juju started to inch down to iazmines neck placing gentle kisses with her glossed lips thanks to her woman.
jazmine smiled. "i saw u flexijg ur biceps.." she hummed from pleasure.
juju huffed in jasmines neck. — "you did?" juju calmly asked as her grip tightened on jazmines ass.
the brownskin licked her bottom lip before gently taking the back of jujus head and pulling it back to make eye contact.
juju hooded soft admiring her. , "can i bite it?" jazmine asked her doe eyes widened stroking jujus neck.
juju puckered out her lips with a squint.
why is jazmine like this..
"bite it?" juju questioned.
jazmine nodded.
juju looked stunned for a second. but she got turned on. she thought about it for a second looking away pondering her life decisions before looking back at a very pretty jazmine and nodding.
jazmines pearly whites came out showing all thirty two her head slowly went down and she took a bite of her girlfriend muscles.
juju didn't since of pain she just watched her bite into the thick muscle she did a quiet whimper at the stinging sensation— when jaz pulled away and kissed her bite mark she looked at juju blinking slowly with a head tilt, drool trinkling at her mouth.
juju at first was reluctant. but now she was badly.. badly turned on.
jujus eyebrows slightly furrowed, "baby.." she whined. jazmine hummed at her name being called.
"youre drooling."
"you want some?"
juju submerged her bottom lip in a bite before nodding slowly.
jazmine got down from jujus hold taking her wrist gently , juju blinked slowly letting herself be led to the bedroom
jazmine pushed juju's shoulders back and jujus knees buckled and she layed back softly on the mattress.
jazmine straddled jujus lap , she took jujus jaw gently she maintained eye contact even tho she was nervous out of her ass especially feeling juju rub on her thighs , her thumb rested on jujus bottom lip.
she watched jujus long pink tounge dart out lazily jazmine gathered salvia in ber mouth then let a thick warm glob touch jujus tounge.
juju closed her mouth with a swallow followed by a hum of pleasure.
jazmine leaned down to jujus three whole pierced ears , "i want.. to sit on ur face baby.."
juju shivered, "okay." her hands moved up to jazmines ass with a gentle squeeze at the fresh.
HERE THEY were , jazmine was naked , her belly button piercing glinting in the moonlight. juju still had on her sports bra but her black panties were thrown. on the floor.
the brownskins heart thumped. she had only ever sat on jujus face once.. she here freshman year. and it felt amazing. juju shouldnt know how to eat pussy like she does.
jazmine straddled juju's toned face kness sinking into the mattress on both sides of juju's head.
jujus hooded eyes fluttered up at her. lashes wet she took jazmines beautiful pussy in. it was trimmed and the prettiest thing juju seen.
the 5'2 girls sore pussy inches away from jujus glossed lips , jujus hands slid up jazmines ass to guide her to her mouth.
slowly jaz lowered herself, the touch made the woman shiver. juju's hot breathed over her clit than thw wet press of her tounge.
jasmine gasped rocking slowly forward as juju's mouth took her in jujus tounge swirled around the bud gripping tighter on the womans ass.
jazmine felt every wave of pleasure shoot through her spine.
"fuck yes just like that ju.." jaz moaned , freshly clipped nails going down to jujus hair for leverage. she settled more of her weight thighs made for judeas face.
her ass covering jujus cheeks and nose with dripping slick, juju down below hummed of pleasure from how good the woman tasted.
jazmine felt her stomach turn to knots as juju sucked and licked her clit back to back
juju smacked her ass slightly urging her girlfriend to go harder. jazmine groaned rolling her hips in circles chasing her cum she knew was coming..
jaz wet doe eyes fluttered as she looked down at jujus hooded eyes. — "youre so good for me baby.." the brownskin cood a moan following not to short.
the sounds of jazmines slick loud over the sounds of deuce eating in the kitchen.
jazmine road a few more strokes , her moans in rythem with jujus tounge as then? she stuttered holding jujus face as she stopped her shaky breathe loud cum rushed out of her and her body shaked, juju held her there licking her through the aftershocks.
JAZMINE HAD slid off with the held of juju and rolled over pulling the covers over her and juju, bodys.
juju glistened lips smirked at her watching jazmine curdle on her chest her hands stoked down jujus biceps as juju gently kissed her head.
jazmine closed her eyes. her pussy still throbbing with a nice sensation.
"i really like these biceps." she hummed.
juju snorted looking down at her stroking her sweating edges with her manicured index.
"you do?"
"mhm."
juju sighed with a slight click of her tounge. "well it takes alot of weight lifting to get em.. so you should start tomorrow."
jazmine opened her eyes squinting at juju.
juju laughed before jazmine rolled over now annoyed.
