#gf came to wake me up before she left and I just. could not would not did not get out of bed for another three hours

[scatteredcloud]

bweeeeeegghhhhhhh -_-

[g0niki]

pick up! ── y.jw

pairing: bf!jungwon x gf!reader

word count: 1.4k+

contents: no protection(i'm just a girl), finger sucking, reader's on the phone lol, pretty tame fic idk

a/n: not my best,, but also not my worst 🤷

jungwon was annoyed.

all day he had been on ten, waking up to his clothes sitting on the dryer; still soaking because one of the guys took his out to do their own, constantly being asked to do things, having to guide the members step-by-step during recording, people complaining to him, and schedules being thrown in his face.

the only thing getting him through the day was the thought of you, his girlfriend, waiting for him at your place, excited for your bi-weekly sleepover.

and as much as he loves you and your sweet personality, he was looking forward to your warm walls being wrapped around him and your thighs tightly pulling him closer, his pelvis flat against yours and his lips marking up all over your neck and collarbones. his fingers repeatedly tapped on his thigh, getting more and more fidgety with each passing moment as the street lights dimly showed through the tinted windows of the van. the frequent red lights urging him to just run out of the car and get to your place on foot, he would go insane if he wasn’t in your embrace within the next ten minutes.

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jungwon chewed on his inner cheek, checking his phone to see if you had replied to his message saying he was almost there, immediately launching himself out of his seat when the van reached his destination. briefly saying goodbye to the rest of the guy as he grabbed his bag from the trunk, more focused on rushing to your door and letting himself in.

his bag was practically falling off his shoulder, his phone gripped in his left hand as he fumbled with his keys in the right, ready to run into you and crash his lips onto yours the moment he could. yet to his disappointment, he entered to you lying down on the couch, dimly lit, and chatting on the phone with your close friend, hardly even noticing he had just walked through the door. won loves your friend, and he understands that she is occupying your time at the moment, but the needy boyfriend in him is more than annoyed.

won hurridly tosses his bags to the side, coming up behind you and hovering over your figure. not so secretly pressing his groin against your backside and muttering an “i miss you”, you and your friend both briefly greeting him before continuing the conversation. jungwon pushes himself up, sitting on the edge of the couch and rolling his eyes in annoyance, ready to get up until he feels your hand tugging on the pocket of his sweats. he pinches his eyebrows together, slightly confused by your action until you’re tugging on his pocket once again.

“sit we were just about to hang up.” and well jungwon wasn’t going to deny himself his girlfriend.

only a few minutes became five… and then ten… and now twenty. his patience had been run thin as he was now big spooning your smaller frame, his hand gripping your waist and he couldn’t stop himself from slowly dragging you against the slight bulge in his pants. if you had seemed to notice you were doing a hell of a good job playing it off, not even stuttering or failing to miss whatever nonsense your friend couldn’t wait til the morning to talk about.

his lips finally came in contact with the nape of your neck, your breath finally slightly faltering, your free hand coming back to grip his hip for a second, pulling him just a bit closer to you. something about you noticing his actions and actively having to fight against your natural reactions turning him on way more than he was before. he felt cocky knowing that you were desperate enough to urge him to keep going despite your friend’s voice ringing through your phone’s speaker.

“hello, y/n??”

“yeah sorry, jungwon was asking me something.” his lips tugged up into a slick smile, he hadn’t uttered a single word since you told him to wait with you, finding it cute how you quickly covered up your delayed response. his hips slowly dragged against your ass and his right hand wrapped around you, trailing down and under the waistband of your pants to trace your cunt over the thin fabric of your underwear. he could feel his stress leaving his body, the increasing temperature of your body against him making his hair stand. his lips coming down and nipping on your neck, small red and purple bites blossoming on the skin.

“soaking through your panties right now, cute.” your thighs closed around his hand, grinding up against it and trying to gain more friction. he enjoyed seeing you like this, so needy for him yet pushing your limit to see how long you could stay on the phone, and well his goal was to regret making you stay on.

he truthfully doesn’t give a fuck about how much your friend hears, if anything jungwon was definitely enjoys this. his breath grew heavier as you scrambled to wrap up the conversation with your friend.

“haha, just call me back when he texts you! won’s been waiting for me love you bye.” the moment you pressed the red hang-up button the sweetest sound left your lips as you doubled over.

“aww, i thought we were having fun there, look at how you coated my fingers.” jungwon is using this as a chance to pull you closer and slide his fingers into your mouth, sliding them out slowly before taking them into his mouth. “you taste so good too.” his hand slipping under your shirt and grabbing your bare chest, firmly groping and pinches your sensitive nubs between his fingers.

“making so much noise for me, don’t ever hold back for me pretty.” jungwon roughly moved the two of you around, laying you flat on your back and hovering over you. pleased with how your legs immediately came up around him.

won tugged his sweats and underwear down his thighs, not bothering to properly take them off and putting even less effort into moving your clothes. only being able to hold back enough to tug your shorts and underwear to the side. the view was almost too much for him, your heat glistening and clenching around nothing and so ready for him to take you. despite usually doing his best to prep you properly and open you up for him won couldn’t bring himself to do it right now. biting his lower lip and groaning out loud, the thought of him having to push past your tight barrier and feel you struggle to adjust to him.

you seemed even more desperate than him, reaching down between the two of you to line won up with your cunt, brushing him against you a couple of times letting your essence coat his aching tip.

“put it in, please.”

the look in won’s eyes dimmed even more than you thought possible, roughly pushing himself around halfway through and then slowly sinking down for the remainder. his hips not bothering to still once he completely buried himself inside. immediately pulling back out to the tip and sensually grinding back into you, his hips pushing up and leaving the feeling of his member against your lower stomach.

“look at that baby,” his hand adds a force to the previously mentioned spot, feeling his dick tap against his hand through you. jungwon felt lost within you, watching as your lower back arched and his hands firmly gripped onto your waist, giving him leverage as he pistoned up into you.

he wanted to last longer but watching you struggle to take him and be so pliant for him was sending him into overdrive.

that was until your phone started ringing again, your friend’s contact picture lighting the screen and giving won an idea.

“why don’t you pick up, pretty? wasn’t it important before? let me get it for you.” and before you could protest his finger was dragging across the screen and hitting the speaker button, your friend’s voice squealing into the mic.

you bit down on the palm of your hand, hardly understanding what your friend was saying and providing little hums of agreeance.

“that… that sounds, great.” and oh god that was enough for jungwon’s dick to twitch inside you, feeling you clench around him as you forced yourself to respond.

his hips couldn’t stop themselves, firmly thrusting into you, hard enough you have your body jump up a bit and a high-pitched noise leaving the back of your throat. the both of you shuddering and releasing at once, his warm cum painting your walls and making you whine as you drop down from your high.

“oh my fucking gosh you could have called me back later!” the sound of your friend hitting her dial, and hanging up followed shortly after.

“well, you could call her back now...”

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@g0niki all rights reserved. do not translate or post my work anywhere without permission.

[sl-ut]

sweet dreams

ended up having a baby dream during my nap and thought it would be a v cute burb concept for my sweet cliches series

set in this universe!

abby noticed that something was wrong with her girlfriend almost immediately after she returned from her morning run. she had, of course, left quite early and had been very careful not to wake her cranky pants gf up, but started questioning what she might have done to piss her off already when they hadn't even truly spoken a word.

y/n was in the kitchen when she got back, mixing herself an iced coffee and barely even responding to abby as she came over to kiss her good morning. abby shrugged it off, thinking she was still too tired, but when she rejected her invite to join her in the shower????? that's when she knew something was up.

she spent fifteen minutes in the shower, taking the extra time under the piping hot water to think it over. she knew it wasn't about her leaving a mess before she left; abby was the neat freak in the relationship, so it was usually her getting annoyed by clutter, not the other way around. they'd been on good terms last night, they had even found time in both of their busy schedules that allowed them some spare time to get it on...was it not good? abby thought she'd seen the telltale signs- the whimpers, the heaving chest, the swelling nail marks on her back... she'd never seen y/n fake it before, so she wasn't sure what she wasn't picking up on. unless... what if she had only ever seen her fake it???

then abby goes into panic mode. she finishes her routine as quick as she can (under ten minutes, our low maintenance queen!) and rushes out to find her girl curled up on the couch under a fluffy blanket, not even glancing her at abby as she took up the space next to her.

"what's going on in that pretty head of yours? and don't say nothing."

the girl frowned before she stubbornly responded, "nothing."

"did i do something wrong?"

"no."

"then what's the matter? i don't like to see you so down."

"it's stupid."

abby scooted closer, pulling her girl onto her lap, "i could never think that anything to do with you is stupid. please tell me."

"fine, but you have to promise you won't laugh."

abby rolled her pretty blue eyes, "on my own life, i promise i won't laugh."

the girl let out a deep sigh before she mumbled something under her breath.

"gonna need you to speak up for me there, baby."

"i had a dream that i was pregnant and then i had our baby, and we lived in a cute little house with a dog and we were so happy..." she sniffled, "and then i woke up and none of it was real."

abby was silent for a moment before a small smile and chuckle began to crack through her forced serious expression.

"abby!" y/n slapped her arm when she finally broke out in full laughter, "you promised!"

"i'm sorry baby," she held her tighter to her chest to keep her from moving away and began to rock her, "i'm sorry. that was just so cute, if i didn't laugh i was gonna cry."

"i miss our baby."

abby was in her last year of med school, and thanks to her big beautiful brain (and her trust fund), she was remotely debt free. the two had already discussed their plans to start looking for a house in a nice neighbourhood as soon as abby graduated and got a permanent placement somewhere, but the discussion of kids had sort of been sidelined up until now.

the blonde shook her head, "i can't wait to meet our baby. just give me a year, and then we'll start making that dream come true."

y/n beamed with happiness, curling into her girlfriend's beefy arms, "i can't wait to carry your baby."

"trust me," abby chuckled, "i can't wait to put a baby in you. i bet i'll get it to stick first try, but i'm all about consistency. i'm thinking five nights a week minimum."

both girls giggled at abby's joke, snuggling closer together in a peaceful silence before y/n finally spoke up once more.

"abs... you know you can't actually get me pregnant, right? i mean, you're in medical school for god's sake."

[elsfavor1te]

can you write hcs of ellie being a simp gf 🫶🏻

SO INLOVE

warnings: i don’t really know what to put here tbh.. cutesy fluff stuff. 18+ smut included. oral (r receiving). thigh riding (also r receiving).

this was super fun to write man. i loved it 10/10. 💕💕 thank you for the ask. this is technically the first smut i’ve ever written, if you’d even count this as smut. be kind. 🥲

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simpgf!ellie who always has to have her hands on you.

you could be doing something as simple as reading a book and she’s there, head on your stomach , hand trailing up under your shirt.

she loves to hold your hand too. just when you’re walking through jackson or when she’s between your thighs.

she has you spread open for her, one hand holding your thigh down. her tongue swirling around your clit occasionally sucking. she uses her free hand to hold yours when you’re about to cum, talking you through it.

“that’s it. good fuckin’ girl.”

simpgf!ellie who loves kissing you.

normally ellie isn’t one for pda but with you she doesn’t care. kissing you where ever and infront of whoever.

she doesn’t neglect kissing you when she’s upset either, sure she might grip your neck a little harder than necessary when she’s dragging your face to hers to place the kiss on your lips. never hard enough to hurt you though.

she doesn’t care if you’re wearing lipgloss either. you’d try and stop her reminding her how she doesn’t like the sticky feeling of it,

“baby, lipgloss. it’s gonna be on your lips.”

“i don’t care. kiss me.” she’d pout cutely until you finally did. standing patiently as you took your thumb and wiped the thin layer of gloss off of her lips.

sometimes when you’d wear the pretty colored lipstick you found on patrol and kissed her cheek, neck, forehead she wouldn’t let you wipe off the mark it left. telling you it’s your special way of claiming her, (even though everyone already knows she’s yours).

simpgf!ellie who loves waking up with you.

loving the messy bed head look you wake up with, your hair sticking up in all directions and mouth dry.

sometimes you would wake up to her trailing her fingers through your hair, separating tangles gently when she came across them.

other times when you’d wake before her she would have you locked in her arms. your legs tangled together and you trapped in her arms.

at first you feel safe, admiring her pretty face while she holds you. after awhile you’d try to wiggle out, whispering her name.

“els, i gotta pee…”

“shhh, m’sleeping”

eventually you’d wiggle enough and whine enough that she would let you go, urging you to go fast and come back.

on special mornings after you would both wake up you wouldn’t even make it out of the bed before your lips are crashing urgently. her thigh pushing up against your clothed center as you grind down, letting little moans slip into her mouth.

simpgf!ellie who helps you when you can’t sleep.

she would make you snacks if you said that’s what you needed to sleep.

she’d rub your back for hours if it got you to sleep easier, whispering reassurances as her hand drew little shapes on your back.

“i’ve got you…”

at first she was against it but once she saw how fast humming little songs would get you to sleep it’d be her go-to. humming to you everywhere. when you couldn’t sleep, when you were crying, when you just needed ellie to hold you.

simpgf!ellie who talks about you to everyone.

“dina,” she would try to keep a straight face but ultimately end up with the biggest grin on her face. “she found me a brand new case of colored pencils AND a new sketchbook for my birthday. we’re in an apocalypse man. how does she do it?”

dina would smile, happy ellie found her person. even happier that it was her bestfriend she found it in.

sometimes when she couldn’t contain herself she would even brag to jesse. “she did my hair like this for me when we woke up,” she gestures at the 2 braids leading into a little ponytail at the middle of her head, otherwise it’s her normal half up half down hairstyle. “bet dina doesn’t do your hair in the mornings.”

“what? of course she doesn’t, i don’t have enough hair for that- you’re such a fucking simp.”

“yup.” she grins cheekily. “so inlove with her.”

[crazyyluvr]

Ahhhh that Jason fic was so good! I loved how you write him so stern and caring!

I was wondering if you could do another Jason fic where reader is sort of working herself weary, maybe she feels like she has something to prove especially with how powerful everyone is so she’s been volunteering for watches and missions and helping hedge and just everything she can around the ship and she starts to crack a bit so everyone tries to get her to take a break but she’s super stubborn and no one can except Jason on like his third try she finally gives in and rests?

(Like when he told Hazel to eat in your last fic, sort of that vibe it makes me weak in the knees!)

Overworked, Underappreciated (by the gods)

pairing: jason x gf!ares!reader

summary: Jason notices you're overworking yourself again, and despite him and everyone on the Argo II trying to tell you to take a break, you never really sit your ass down until he finally convinces you to do so.

genre: angst/comfort

wc: 2.6k

warning/s: cursing, fem reader, she/her pronouns, overworking, jason being stern, stubborn reader, mmm godly father issues, breakdown

note: thank you for your request anon!! i hope it's fine that i made this one kind of a continuation of this oneshot, but it can be read seperately. enjoy!

oneshot under the cut :: not edited

Jason always admired your hard work and determination.

Sure, you were constantly aggressive about it and telling everyone to fuck off if they complimented you on that, he still considered it one of the countless things that he loved about you.

But of course, there were times where that hard work and determination would lead to something unmanageable, like your tendency to overwork yourself.

You were an expert at hiding it, but Jason knew that beneath your tough and angry exterior, you always felt like you weren't giving enough despite giving a little too much already. You were a daughter of Ares, and your godly lineage didn't grant you much except for anger issues.

You weren't as good with weapons as your siblings. You definitely weren't as good at anything as Clarisse, your half-sister and your dad's favorite kid. Actually, all your other brothers and sisters had at least some sign that Ares acknowledged their existence. You on the other hand got nothing except that you could reach your boiling point seven times faster than the average person.

They have to thank Jason for being there to calm you down, because they all don't just feel like, but they know that if he wasn't with them, the ship would have sunk two days in the water or air.

They never really expected you to be the type to give all — and I mean, all your energy into whatever you need to do.

Replacing the ripped sails after a battle with some pirates? Step back. If not, you'd just push any one of them out of the way and grab the new sails from them and replace it on your own. Frank was a constant victim, despite being the burliest of them.

A large tentacle wrapped around the ship? They don't dare to think about chopping it into pieces before you came in, sword weaving through the monster like it was made of clay. Percy steps out from below decks to give the monster a little chat but slips on the blood it left in its wake.

Zeus/Jupiter decided to fuck around with them and send a lightning bolt striking almost right beside Percy? You'd immediately push him into the nearest demigod's arms and put out the fire yourself before the water boy could even process what was happening.

Even the simplest tasks around the Argo II, like cleaning the stables, rearranging the medbay, cleaning up the kitchen either after a meal or after the ship was constantly swaying and made a mess of fallen plates and food, you'd curse someone out just for trying to grab a broom or open their mouth to tell you that they can do it instead.

Jason was no exception to this treatment, and he didn't expect to be; he just wanted to make sure that you knew your limits as well as he did.

"You're low on medical equipment," Hedge grunted, stepping into the small dining room one afternoon while everyone was eating lunch. "I'm gonna go restock it."

Today was a slow day for the eight demigods, and they were grateful for it. All they had to do was the usual chores before they could chill anywhere on the ship.

Which is why no one was surprised you were the one who wanted to break the mundane routine. "I'll go with you," you huffed, standing up with your plate in your hands, maneuvering around the short half goat man to put the dirty dish in the sink. "I'll make sure your stupid fur brains doesn't get the wrong shit."

"Us satyrs are damn good healers, mind you!" Hedge bleated angrily.

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah with colored leaves and rituals and shit."

Before Hedge could retaliate, Annabeth stepped into the conversation. "You should rest today. I can go with Hedge and help him pick out the right items."

"No need, Brains," You shot her down. "I can do this. Are you suggesting otherwise?" Your voice raised threateningly, making Annabeth raise her hands in surrender.

"No, but I —"

"Good." You turned back to Hedge. "Let's go before you get more dirt on floor I just mopped, old man."

You left the room without waiting for the satyr to follow. Hedge muttered colorful insults under his breath, moving to exit the dining as well before Jason stopped him by asking, "Coach, can you watch over her? She's been working constantly these past few weeks, and she hasn't really caught a break."

Hedge rose an eyebrow. "Can't you do that yourself? Aren't you her boyfriend or something?"

"I tried, but it's hard to convince her," Jason sighed, leaning back in his chair exhaustedly. "Just — look out for her, yeah? And don't tell her I told you."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Hedge waved him off. "It'll be my head."

The coach left without another word.

"I'm worried about her," Percy confessed, Frank and Piper nodding in agreement. "I tried asking her if she needed help yesterday, and she almost bit my head off."

"And you would've thought that she'd learn by now to stop herself when she starts to overwork again," Leo commented.

Hazel sighed. "If she doesn't give herself time to recharge, she's going to shut down."

Jason simply played around with his leftover food, deep in thought. "Yeah..."

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Thank the gods you returned without any issues besides the usual profanities exchanged between you and Hedge. He left soon after that, claiming that he had "business elsewhere," and said that they should get going on their journey without him.

They left the day after that. They knew he'd make his way back to camp eventually.

The streak of calm continued, even as the Argo II departed from the sea and launched into the air. There weren't as much monsters that showed up to annoy them like flies hovering in their ears.

You and Jason were on watch that night. Thankfully, there wasn't much of a threat in the clouds, so Jason just sat down on a random crate while you paced around, playing with the straps of your leather breastplate.

"Hey, you can sit down for a while," Jason said, watching you go to and from the large wooden post in the middle.

You scowled at him in response. "We're supposed to be on watch. If we relax, we fall asleep. If we fall asleep, monsters attack. If monsters attack, the others could get swept up in that shit knowing how stupid they are."

Your concern for your other crewmates was evident despite how much you tried to hide it by insulting their abilities.

"Sweetheart, its okay," Jason said, still trying to convince you. He wasn't feeling all that tired, which is why he could cover for the both of you. You, on the other hand, looked like you were going insane, the dark half-circles under your eyes apparent even in the weak and diluted moonlight. "You can for now. I promise I'll wake —"

"I can't rest!" Your voice cracked slightly as you whipped around to face him, your eyes wide with a wildness that caught Jason off guard and made him stand up in concern. "I... I just can't..."

You tried to walk away, but your knees collapsed from below you. "Woah careful!"

In a flash, your boyfriend was by your side, barely being able to catch you before you could fully crumple to the ground. "Easy, easy..."

He tried to put your arm around his shoulders so he could lead you to sit down on another crate, but you pushed yourself away from him. Being unable to support yourself, you fell down on your ass.

"What are you doing?" Jason asked, moving to approach you, but you put up your hand to stop him.

"Fuck off, I don't need help," you said, trying to sound angry, but all Jason could hear was your exhaustion.

"Hey, stop being stubborn," Jason frowned, stepping towards you and putting your arm around his shoulders successfully this time, despite your protests and your struggles to get out of his iron grip.

"Fine, just — just put me down there," You gestured to the crate he was sitting on previously. He was originally going to bring you down to your room, but judging from the glance you gave him from the corner of your eye, you could still snap his arm in half if you wanted to.

And so, he obliged, making sure that your feet barely touched the ground as he basically carried you to your destination. He gently set you on the crate, making sure to stand close in front of you so that you wouldn't try to bolt.

"Explain," he said, crossing his arms and peering down at you. You turned your head away from his gaze, and he realized how vulnerable you looked: your eyes were darting around in a desperate attempt to stay alert, but they constantly glazed over, unfocused. Your hands were now fiddling with the strings of your hoodie, their movements slow and groggy. Your upper body was even swaying.

"I..." You started, but sighed and looked up at him. "It's stupid."

Jason's brows furrowed even more at your dismissal. "You almost collapsed from exhaustion. There has to be at least a valid reason for you to compromise your health like that."

You wanted to clamp your jaw shut, but Jason's intense glare made you open your mouth and speak. "You want to know? Fine, I'll tell you. Everyone relies on me — besides Twitchy Fingers — to do what is needed to keep this ship afloat by making sure it doesn't get completely destroyed by the Tartarus-spawn. Every time someone tries to do my job for me, I don't want them to because what if they fuck up and something bad happens? That's gonna be my fuck-up too. I —" You looked away again. "I just can't relax knowing that some bad shit might happen and it'll be my fault."

"I think you're underestimating how well the rest of us can do," Jason said lightly, chuckling a little as he tried to make lift the atmosphere up a little. It didn't work. "We can't do as well as you, of course, but we can manage."

"Oh please, I know damn well how good the rest of you are," You hissed, catching Jason off guard with the anger behind your words. "You all got your own skill sets that your godly parents planted in you that you got to fucking nurture. Even Annabeth, who doesn't have any actual powers, is more of a smartass than all of us combined."

Jason opened his mouth to retaliate, to say that you're downgrading yourself too much, but you didn't let him speak as your voice rose. "And what in the Tartarus did I get from my shitty dad? Fuckin' — fuckin' anger issues, that's what I got. Everything I'm good at — my fighting, my speed, everything — I did that. Ares gave me none of that. That was all me.

"And the moment I thought he'd actually look at me, that he'd acknowledge that I was his kid besides when he claimed me seven months after I came into camp," Your voice got louder still, cracking a little as your eyes got mistier, "is to pay a little visit to Frank in his Roman counterpart."

You stood up now, your body fueled with anger and frustration and other emotions that can't be described. "You wanna know the real reason why I work myself to the brink of exhaustion every time I do what I do, Jason?" Your smile looked maniacal. The few tears that escaped the confines of your lashes didn't really help. "It's because I don't fucking deserve to stand among you. I don't deserve to be on this quest. I don't deserve to be called a 'hero' when we return home as your godly parents shower you with love and attention while mine just thinks 'oh, my kid survived? I had a kid involved?'"

Your body was shaking, but you were done. You fell back down on the crate, holding your head in your hands.

Jason blinked, processing your breakdown. His own chest was contracting painfully as the weight of your words settled in his brain and his heart.

You were feeling this the entire time? Why didn't you say anything?

Your body flinched as you tried to contain a sob, snapping Jason back to reality.

He sat down beside you and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. "Oh sweetheart," he sighed sympathetically. "It's okay to cry. Cry as hard as you need."

Jason expected you to push him off of you again, to tell him to not be stupid and to try and bottle your emotions up again. He hoped you wouldn't.

And you didn't. Instead. you took your face out of your hands and planted it on his shoulder, your own shoulder shaking terribly from your suppressed sobs. "Let it out," he cooed, and you didn't hesitate to drown your sobs on the fabric of his t-shirt, subconsciously moving even closer to his body.

He wrapped both his arms around you as he fixed his position, his upper body now almost fully facing you to give you more comforting hug.

He stroked the back of your head and whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you let all your pent-up anger, frustration, disappointment, and just overall sadness. He even planted light kisses over the parts of you that he could reach; your neck, cheek, temple, crown.

It took you a little while for your sobs to turn into little hiccups, but eventually, you were able to calm down. Jason didn't mind that his shoulder was soaked from your tears. He didn't mind that his spine was stiff from being in a slightly uncomfortable position for a period of time. He didn't mind that you were feeling weak and stupid.

Because even after all that, he still saw you as the strongest and most powerful person he knew.

"What about we go back to my room and rest?" Jason suggested softly. You lifted your head in protest, but Jason pushed it back down to his chest. "I'm sure Hazel and Frank are having trouble sleeping from the good nap they had earlier. They can cover for us."

"I don't want to burden them," You said weakly.

Jason immediately shook his head. "You're a burden to no one on this ship, okay? They won't mind. And besides, it's not weak to ask for a little help once in a while. No one thinks you're weak."

You looked up at him. "You sure?"

Jason nodded, smiling softly. "Absolutely. From what I can see, you're the strongest person here."

You raise an eyebrow. "You sure there's no bias there?"

"Yes I'm 100% sure," Jason said seriously, before breaking into a smile when a breathy laugh escaped your lips. You don't do it often, but Jason loved your laughs. They were always genuine, and Jason would do anything to make you laugh again.

"So, what do you say? Let's go to my dorm," Jason said, supporting you when he felt you moving to stand up.

"You better not do anything weird to me, Grace," you threatened, but there was no heat behind your words.

Jason smiled softly, leading you back below decks. "Never."

He left you in the dorm before he went to convince Hazel and Frank to cover their shift, promising that he'll make up for it. They didn't care. They were just happy that you were finally resting.

Once the blonde boy returned, he found that you were already curled up under the sheets, face relaxed and breaths coming out of you evenly. His eyes softened fondly at your peaceful and stress-free features.

He flipped the light switches, blanketing his room in darkness as he navigated under the sheets to join you. He gathered you up in his arms and curled against you, sighing in content.

"Good night, sweetheart," he whispered against your head, placing a small kiss on the back of it as he felt sleep slowly invade his vision. "I love you."

[kumezyzo]

i wonder if you can write something with sapnap having a really talkative gf who interacts a lot with his chat, but he kinda gets jealous bc his chat is always ´hitting on his gf' for fun, so idk maybe you could write something about how he would react to this on stream !!

this ask has been sitting in my inbox for so long 😭😭 im sorry!! again, im gonna assume this is nonstreamer!reader. and i dont think he would be seriously "jealous" of chat so i wrote it more jokey. he knows you only want him 😌

anyway, enjoy! or dont.... :) m.list

you two were sitting in nicks purple lit office, telling his chat about your day. he wanted to stream but also to spend time with you.

"and when we got back from lunch, we just took a nap," you laughed, looking at the chat. if someone started watching the stream on a whim, they would have assumed it was your stream.

as chats flew by, one caught both of your attention: 'id want to take a nap with yn any day ;)'

you scoffed and giggled, looking over at nick. he shook his head as he smiled at the chat.

"so, when i woke up, i realized nick woke up before me. and left me there!!" you said with a pout before you turned to glare at your boyfriend. "and i told you to wake me up when you woke up!"

"baby, i didnt want to wake you up," he said sympathetically. "you looked like you needed it." you pursed your lips and looked back at the chat.

'i would never leave yn like that smh' you read out loud. nick looks at the camera with a deadpan before looking at you with the same face.

"yn, you would have gone back to sleep," he said, trying to be reasonable. he smiled at you before realizing why this topic came up.

'he should have gone back to sleep with you' you read aloud again. "exactly!" you added, satisfied that chat was backing you up.

'i would have cuddled her 😌'

"guys, im right here! stop hitting on her," he said in playful exasperation. you laughed and leaned your head on his shoulder. he pouted and turned his head away from you.

"dont worry, nick, i still love you," you say with a smile flashed towards the camera. you kean in and plant a small kiss on his neck.

he turns back to look down at you on his shoulder. you pulled back and grinned at him. he rolled his eyes and gave you a peck on the lips.

he turned to the camera, "see, shes mine!"

its short. kinda cute. i dunno, i liked it. if you didnt... my bad? anyway. hope you enjoyed! ive seen all the other asks, believe me. im just working with the detailed asks for now cause those feel more demanding 😭😭😭

so, im sorry if you think im ignoreing your asks, im not! im just really bad at writing 😭 -Nony

[ouchsharks]

yap alert about jenny and the first time she smoked with mikey post-squip:

ok so i do think that jenny also smokes, just not as much as mikey. i think being high calms mikey down and shes super chill, laid back, yk , cool, jenny on the other hand ..

being high calms her anxiety but since it calms her down it makes it alot harder for her to ignore certain thoughts that she chooses to push down when shes not high, mainly guilt. its happened before but on numerous occasions she is found dissacociated and upset due to overwhelming guilt, with things like her mother leaving and such.

well post squip, the guilt is EXTREME. and it definitely takes a long while for mikey to be able to convince jenny to smoke again, as jenny is afraid of doing anything that could mess with her mind (she will never ever drink mtn dew again)

but similarly to alcohol being a depressant and shutting the squip off, mikey tells jenny that weed should be okay for her, so, they get together to hangout.

they smoke, get high, mikeys chill, playing video games when all of a sudden jenny just starts sobbing??? breaking down. the guilt of everything that happened with the squip and mikey and brooke and such is killing her so she just starts bawling. mikeys like ??? oh my god are you okay jen whats wrong?? and jenny explains that shes so so sorry and shes so upset and everyone hates her and mikey tries comforting her but fails as shes .. really high, so. mikey says she will call christine and explain, jenny of course, being upset by all of this doesnt want christine to know she smokes weed (another thing she is guilty about) but by time jenny can mutter "no dont tell her im smoking weed 😢😢😭" christine has already picked up the phone and heard this (she doesnt care lmao) shes worried ab her gf and mikey asks if she will come over.

christine comes, jenny sobs some more and says how much she doesnt deserve her and all that blah blah, christine takes it all in and isnt bothered, she just wants jenny to feel better. they eventually lay in mikeys bed and christine cuddles and comforts jenny as she falls asleep (weed makes her sleepy lol) and she manages to get up and leave without waking her, asking mikey to text her when jenny wakes up to make sure shes okay.

sooo. jenny sleeps for nine hours 🤔 and wakes up completely sober, a little confused as to where she is then realizes shes at mikeys, mikey, who stayed awake the entire time, is there to be like oh youre awake! jenny forgets completely that she even smoked, their convo would pretty much go like this:

j: oh gosh how long was i out for?

m: oh yk like nine hours

j: NINE HOURS?? oh my god?

m: hey are you alright?

j: yeah??

m: youre not upset anymore?

j: i was upset?? what do you mean?

m: yea dude i mean i really didnt know what i was gonna do you seemed like youd never STOP crying

j: i was crying? so you put me to bed??

m: i didnt. christine did !

j: chrstine???? but im at your house??

m: i didnt know what to do so i called christine!!!!

j: you did WHAT?! why was i upset why was i crying?? why did christine come here?? why did i sleep for nine hours??????

m: okay okay jen woah youre getting hostile 🤔🤔 listen, we smoked some weed. you! got really weird. i was super high. so i called christine, and you were like "dont tell her im smoking weed" but she was already on the phone and totally heard, so then she came over and you kept crying and were like "waahhh christine i dont deserve you" but she knew you were high and was okay with everything and she just , yk, waited until you fell asleep and then she left! oh i gotta text her by the way, let her know youre awake and alright.

j: well idk if im alright... (embarrassed)

then mikey obnoxiously takes a flash photo of jenny, who is sprawled in mikeys bed, confused and embarrassed as hell

christine, whos been FIGHTING to stay awake (not a night owl at all) waited the whole time for that text and as soon as she responded she CRASHED, out, sleepytime.

sorey for such the long post i just fucking love jenny and my au so somuch i wanted to share this with tumblr i doubt yall will care but thanks for reading if you made it down here

[thecameronchronicles]

In the Middle of the Night

TW: smut. Language. Cockwarming. Slight Dom!JJ. Somnophilia.

Kook!Reader and JJ Maybank

SUMMARY: JJ awakes to a pleasurable sensation he continues you to quell. 

WORD COUNT: 2000

REQUESTED

JJ sleeping over at his girlfriends house for the first time (kook gf)

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🤍Totally ignore this if you don’t like it but while JJ and reader are cockwarming she has a wet dream with jj and he doesn’t know what he should do 

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In The Middle of the Night

JJ'S POV

It was the first time I could hold her in my arms without interruption. No curious younger sibling with an ear to her door and therefore no need to be silent. And there was also no fear of being ridiculed after she left in some quick afternoon rendezvous by Kie or Pope, where John B would have probably offered a high five. But for now, I could appreciate her for myself. No other Kooks trying to steal her attention and no other pogues reminding me of how she would get tired of me in due time. 

No, I had her completely to myself. Her skin as soft as her hair as it rested on my lips. The scent of sex and coconut still lingering in the sheets beneath us as a swore I could never get enough of either. Her scent or her. My fingers began to trace her, needing to touch her for more than a moment. Favoring the way that, even in her sleep, her body reacted to my touch. With the angle in which she laid, I was able to adjust slightly and keep her at rest, before managing to witness her expression. Furrowed brows coming from the tease I made over her nipples, covered by the thin sheet from her adolescent bedroom. I fought the urge to suck, bite, even pull it free.

 I needed her. I needed my girl. And I needed her now. 

She was perfection, where I was stained. Gold to rust. Good to bad. And even as I lay nocturnal at her side, stealing every second I could to witness her, she was angelic and pristine before me. Even with skin still damp with former sweat and hair tousled in how I pulled it to my will in every position she allowed. Not one we haven't tried yet. But her body was still ethereal. Warm. Wet. Chilled. Clenching. 

"Fuck..." I smirked, believing she was initiating some kind of encore to the apparent lack of satisfaction or desperation to repeat it. But I could feel her clench around me, my cock finding a home as she remained asleep, feeling her warmth wash over me in a single rush. Too warm. Too wet. Too fucking hot. 

"JJ..." She moaned still asleep, my expression hollow in anything but lust.

I froze for a moment, wondering if it was how I touched her that made her coat my dick. A smile caught by the sliver of moonlight offering the same illumination to her. The squint made in her sleep and slight breathlessness coming back to rest as I couldn't and didn't care to fight my pout. Just as quickly as she found ecstasy, it slipped as a stain beneath us both. My cock suddenly brought to life to the flickers of her tension as my hand wrapped around her breast. 

I needed her. 

More than I ever thought possible. 

Her skin felt softer, warmer, as I took it into my possession. There didn't exist a single inch of her skin that I hadn't touched, but it felt new to me at this moment. As if I saw her as vulnerable as our first interaction and the countless between now and then were fantasies. But I was desperate. I was hard as a fucking rock as I could feel my release already forming by those handful of clenches. And if I had to endure it, goddamnit, so would she. 

My lips were soft to her neck but my hands were tight to her breast. I was sure they'd bruise and I didn't care. I wanted those pained moans to be because of me. I wanted them to wake her up. 

Just not yet. 

With my second hand beneath the same pillow hers had been for rest, I intertwined our fingers until she was helpless to me. I had her pinned, my ankle keeping hers flat on the bed, as she began to awaken beneath me. 

"JJ?" She was already breathless. "What happened?" 

"You came in your sleep, princess...had a nice little wet dream about me..." I could feel the heat from her blush on my forehead as I kissed her shoulder. 

"I did?" You nodded. 

"Made quite a little mess, too..." 

"Ah...JJ..." She winced as I kept her flat. I was certain after how she'd come before falling asleep on my arms that she was still sore. And having come a handful of minutes prior, she was certain to be overstimulated. And I loved it. The pleas. The trembling. The way she spoke my name in desperation to stop, even as her body pulled for me to continue. Thankfully for her, and my own throbbing cock, I was never good at following directions. 

"Don't worry sweetheart, you don't have to dream about it...I'll make it real..." I began a steady pace as she fought beneath me. But not to move or to stop, but to rival me. She wanted me deeper and she showed this in the way she would move against me. But my grip kept her still. It would show still in the way she spoke my name. That little whine that could annoy me when she complained about something first class was the same I craved in moments like this. Knowing I was both her savior and her tormentor. 

"JJ..." She gasped as my thumb made teasing brushes over her clit. 

"How many times have you had a dream like that? Waking up to soaked little panties?" 

"Too often." I was slightly annoyed by this. All the times I could have made good on it as I intended to now. Well better late than never I suppose. 

"All those ruined panties..." I scoffed into her shoulder. "When I can just ruin you myself..." 

"Please...you do...so well..." I tightened both grips on her as my breath came to the shell of her ear. 

"You always dream about me?" 

"Every night..."

"What did I do?"

"This..." She confessed in relief before I retracted.

 I was close. Too fucking close. I could come if she looked at me with those kind eyes beckoning me as the siren she could be. I wanted this to last. Even if I throbbed. Which happened to be a side effect to being with her. 

I pinned her arms beside her head as I hovered over her, by chest intentionally breathing heavy to feel her nipples against me. Something so light had me needy to be inside her again. Not even the way she held onto me, which was enough to end me altogether. 

"Did I take my time?" She shook her head "no". 

"Was that because I wanted to come or because I wanted to make you?" I kissed her breasts as her fingers pulled through my hair. 

"Please, JJ..." I raised my eyes at the perfect time to the two fingers teasing her entrance. Poor girl was drilling. Practically pouring out for me. 

"You want my fingers, princess?"

"Two!" She gasped in desperation. 

"Always so greedy-" but against my words, I obliged. One finger followed by the other as she stretched around me. Sultry and tight, just as she always was for me. No matter how many times I fucked her. She was always so fucking tight. 

"I love how I can hear how badly you want me..." I explained as I relished the sounds made of my fingers and her excess. Not to mention the way her breath hitched when I came to that spot. The one that had her hands wrapped around my wrist. 

"I'm not gonna last, JJ..."

"And who said I wanted you to?" I teased, dropping between her thighs and over her clit. She was soaked enough no spit was needed, but I loved the way her eyes rolled when I did. A single spurt and she was moaning uncontrollably beneath me. 

"I'm so close, JJ-"

"You want them to hear back at The Chateau?"

"Wouldn't be the first time..." She reminded as I illuminated at the memory. 

"Or the last..." I threaten sex as she arches her back. 

"Right there!"

"Here?" I tease, slipping my hand just beneath where I knew could unbuckle her again in seconds. She attempted to move me back but I slip away. 

"Stop edging me, JJ...please..."

"Not until you tell me what you dreamt of specifically, sweetheart. I wanna make all your dreams come true..."

"Then fuck me!" She belted as I paused for a moment, savoring in making her wait. 

"Just like you did earlier. Harder. Deeper. Please, I'm so fucking desperate..." I planned to worsen this. I set myself between her legs however, her thighs clenching around me immediately. Fuck, she has that perfect vice I felt long after she was gone. 

"Aren't you always?" I taunted as she whimpered and nodded. 

"But I want to kiss you... everywhere...watching you squirm like that...moan like that...did something to me..."

"And I want that something inside of me, JJ...please..." But I wanted to torment her. I offered one finger, a handful of pumps, and a retraction. Two fingers, bending them to her g-spot and kissing her breasts, before pulling back again. I released this, taking occupancy over her nipples and clit as she shook beneath me. All until I knew one more stroke of my tongue would be her undoing. 

"Say it again." She was exhausted before I was even inside of her on my final brigade of thrusts. Poor thing thought it would end this way. 

I align myself to her sex. So fucking wet I could slide so easily. The thought making me flex. 

"Fuck me, JJ...please..." She was weak but needy as her fingers to my shoulders validated this. And finally, our mutual torment was over. 

"It's too much!" She cried out beneath me as I kissed her softly. 

"You can do it, sweetheart. You always do. So fucking good for me..." It was difficult to speak with how she felt wrapped around me. But I needed to commend her. But then again, not enough words, or at least none I knew, could explain how I felt with her. 

"JJ...I can feel it..." But somehow it wasn't enough. Knowing she was close, I needed her closed. Deeper. Harder. Just as she asked for. I pulled her knees to her chest and kept myself in this angle over her. The bed pounding into the wall as I wrapped my hand over the headboard, but it only sent it harder into the foundation. 

"Can you still feel me, princess?" She was silent, her lips pulled apart as no sound emerged. And I knew the look well. She wasn't just coming, she was squirting. Her gasps returning as she coated me, our mutual thighs, the sheets, and I still needed more. 

"Keep coming for me, baby..."

"I can't..."

"One more time...I know you can do it...just one more for me..." She complied, fighting the jolts made of her body as I climbed to my high within her. 

Something erupted between us. Her or me, I couldn't dispute or claim. But the sheets were a mess along with our bodies. Claw marks and bruises would be left in the exchange as I kept her beneath me. Heaven on earth for only a moment before hellfire consumed me as my eyes opened to find her exasperated. 

Even after this, I still wanted more. 

And I would get it. 

Just maybe after some sleep. As long as she didn't clench me like that again...

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[alwaysbelikethis]

Rosé x Fem!Reader

TW: Mention of S^icide. Please if you're sensitive do not read such stuff idk why i started writing with this... if you struggle pls contact with anyone or even me. Such stories of mentioned can trigger the person, beware.

Contains +18 content

(In)vincible

“Rosie”

“Rosie!! Wake up” whisper yelled i.

It was around 2-3 am and the sound woke one of the lovers with panic.

“Rosie!! Wake up! There’s a sound coming from downstairs!!”

“Ah..” “ that must be washing machine, i started it before..” rosie on the other hand having a hard time to wake up, or to care according to y/n.

“For god sake i- did you have to do that in the middle of the night? We have all day…”

Girl complained but only would echo into the room and get back to herself while her girlfriend already fall back to dream… what was the point?

You see, long time couples sometimes cannot stand each other. Sometimes everything is so still where you were expecting to be all fun and happy. Which is kind of true though. They are happy time to time and would scream to each other the other time.

Rosé is organized person, she’s structured and right on time with everything. She has already planned her next week meal. And y/n is more different and complicated than that. She wants to watch a movie right now and she would and you wouldn’t catch what’s her next move. You, me, bed now and bang bang bangity bang? No, Rosie cannot be active after dinner for 1 hour. Y/N has learnt to wait.

She has learnt a lot to fit in rosé’s life. She fit in just right that it’s her world that Y/N lives in it. Who was she before she moved in? Everything seems alright at some point but is it? Y/N went back to sleep wondering all the answers.

Next morning Y/N woke up like she was just born. Rosé already came back from her morning run and left the curtains full open for her girlfriend to have all the sun light of the morning. Vitamin D at it’s full potential, however Y/N is not.

“Did you have breakfast?”

She startled her girlfriend who was changing and didn’t know she woke up.

“Jeez… how long have you been awake?”

“Just enough to admire all the muscle show you put on” there, Y/N is smiling full even her eyes are not quite open.

“I had breakfast before i left, its actually almost my lunch time”

“You can join my brunch, my lady”

“You take hour to get up, i’ll probably catch you on your brunchinner”

“Is that supposed to be brunch and dinner mix?”

“I’m not good with words just.. you got it”

Y/N smiled and gave up having a meal with her girlfriend cuz she feels like she’s an affair between her girlfriend and her schedule. However rosé has no idea what those small things mean to her gf and she get things on her way.

Saturday and sunday had passed and monday morning Y/N left for work early. Rosie has all the time to clean places alone.

Bzzzz bzzzz (its supposed to be phone ringing)

“Yeah?..” “okay i’ll check it on the website itself” rosé grabbed your computer to mail files to Y/N because her irresponsible ass forgot.

Alright… google… search bar… search history.

‘Why my girlfriend is not the same?’

‘What can i do to make my gf happy?’

‘S***ide help support’

What?

Rosé stared at the screen for 5 min at least until Y/N called her again.

“Rosie can you please be quick this is urgent just send me already”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I- okay. I’ll send now”

Rosé has started to contemplate everything after the first shock. She never realised? But Y/N has been with her for years. They maybe don’t wake together and have breakfast together or dinner or make out or… did they being back to friends? What kind of relationship was that? How could she not tell rosé?? How could she- rosé went through all of it until another phone ring from you wake her up.

“Rosie im asking a favour what are you doing? I’m gonna get fired and i’m having all the panic for god sake its just a file! Please!!”

“I’m sending it now” Now rosé sounds so small that Y/N thought it was about her voice tone.

“Okay i got it thank you, look i’m sorry if it was harsh, i got panicked and all and you know my boss with this goddamn presentstion everytime like it’s-“

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Come home when you get off from work”

“Okay… are you really that hurt? Look i’m sor-“

“No it’s all okay, just, for dinner”

“Oh who are you and what did you do to my gf? Because i….“

Rosé is still shocked how Y/N is trying to be silly, funny, all laugh like she’s on holiday at clouds floating around lightly. Rosé cut it short and hung up the phone. She was actually dripping tears.

She cried good. How long has it been since they drifted apart this much? Was she neglecting her much? Was she in her world too much to see the girl sleeping next to her every night?

Questions took a new turn and it was rosé this time. For how long? ….

rosé realised it’s been 2 and a half hours since she was thinking everything and every detail. She decided to get up and plan a delightful night for Y/N. Her favourite food and quality time. They both could use that.

Then around afternoon, she heard the car engine coming from the front while she was staring at rhe blank. She got up immediately to welcome you at the door. She’s not sure what to do with all the overwhelming information she got today but she had one goal, to make you happy tonight. So she waited for Y/N to open the door and suprise her.

“Jeez!!!!! Rosie! What are you doing? Are you about to go out? You scared me”

“Gosh you scared me too, just wanted to suprise you and give a hug. I missed my gf!”

“Seriously what got into you?? Did you watch titanic again and got into your romantic era? It ain’t like you”

And rosé hugged her gf so tightly. She never realised how precious this small thing is.

“Woah baby, did something happen to you?”

“No… I just wanted to appriciate you. Get change and we’ll have dinner, okay?”

“Okay baby, thank you, this is so sweet of you! I’ll be right back. I love you!”

I love you.

I love you.

What was the last time they use that? What if something happened to her and would she remember the last time they actually appriciate this love? She has to shake herself, she can’t loose it all now. It’s ‘her’ night.

“Woah today you saved my life you know? Idk how did i forget my laptop at home. I’m getting old, babygirl”

Did she? Save her life? Cuz she faced the exact opposite fact today. She actually made rosé really happy but rosé blamed herself for not appriciating it.

They ate all the food and rosé listen Y/N talk about her day. And she listen to her appriciating rosé’s effort on tonight and how happy she makes her. She has to learn to return this love.

“I thought you were going out with that outfit, did you wear this for tonight only?” Rosé knows how to make Y/N crazy with skirt and high heel combination even though it’s silly to wear them around the house, she wanted Y/N to get in the mood

“Only for you, Y/N girl”

“You look, like you could kill 5 people from heart attack from directly looking at you”

Rosé took Y/N’s hand and pull her in closer. Lips on lips and its like the last day on earth. Hands on each other like it’s the first touch.

“Ah, okay sorry, we can stop here since we had just dinner and you plan your sex time according to that for some reason. You’re such a weir-“

“Get on my tigh.”

“Wha- like sit? We can get to the couch, i think survivor is playing tonight”

Gosh, how long they have been apart from each other for her to think anything but sex from rosé.

“Y/N shut up and take your underwear off and sit on my tigh.”

“I-“

“I’m waiting.”

Y/N has no idea what happened to her gf but she’s loving it. Rosé took the charge and take off her underwear. Y/N sits on rosé’s thigh which was between her legs. Rosé pushed her knee up to cause pressure on Y/N’s sweet spot.

“Ah… rosé…”

“Grind.”

“Wha-?”

Rosé is impatient and almost annoyed with her gf questioning everything so she grabbed her bum and make her. “Shit rosé i-“ then rosé didn’t give her chance to talk and put her fingers on her mouth. Finally when Y/N lost her sanity and grind by herself on rosé, other hand of her went to grab Y/N’s throat.

“Make a mess” the suction of her fingers turn into bites and that’s where rosé knows Y/N’s body is full of tension. She then released her body on rosé and she hold her. She hold her tight. “Sorry i kinda make a mess on your legs but i-“

“God sake Y/N because i told you so, you talk too much” she grabbed her like a baby and carried her to the bed. You see, rosé may seem like self-centered but she’s the most selfess with her gf. She just sometimes forget how to hold each other. Y/N, already passed out on bed, makes rosé stare at her long enough. She curled up next to her and cannot control her tears. Emotions are too overwhelming and she has not digested any of it. Where would she go to relieve all of it? Who she talk to? Confront Y/N? The night flies away with thoughts…

After days went by, Y/N woke up to the saturday morning with her girlfriends’ arm all around her. She has no idea why rosé cling into her all week out of nowhere. She’s not complaining but she cannot stop wondering why. Just a week ago, rosé seemed like she would avoid her at all cost. But today, they were truely invincible.

“Y/N?”

“Mhm?”

“Good morning”

“Morning love”

….

“I love you”

….

“I love you too”

You see, rosé couldn’t confront her mostly because she didn’t think she would able to handle it. Who can? Instead she tried to give her all. Everything. Although it didn’t take much to things get back to their abnormal normality.

“Rosé”

“Yes, love?”

“I’m off to work, take care okay?” She peck a kiss

“Okay love, you too!”

She was about to leave but she came back to rosé and give her a passionate kiss this time but rosé already turn back to take the ringing phone

“I love you”

Rosé nodded with her while greeting the person on the phone

And she left. Little did she know Y/N wasn’t off to work that day.

Y/N won’t be able to off to work any day, ever.

[yuki254]

Steal you💔

Kelly Severide x GF Reader

Prompt: Kelly and reader get in huge argument because the reader can see what Stella (no hate towards her she's my fav) is trying to do but Kelly doesn't believe her

⚠ Warnings : yelling, cursing, possibly break up

Hope you like it Also reader is a firefighter at 51 she's on truck

I hate arguing with Kelly but I had to tell him what's going on hoping he would open his eyes about the situation let me take you back before this whole ordeal happened. I woke up before Kelly so I decided to be a good girlfriend and get up and make him and Matt some breakfast before our shift started so I got out the bed real slow so I didn't wake him up got dressed headed to the kitchen and started cooking started the coffee also, I was almost done then I felt a pair of arms wrap around me.

Jezz you scared me babe I turned off the stove then turned around and smiled gave him a kiss good morning sleepy head.

Good morning beautiful also why didn't you wake me I could've helped you with breakfast Kelly told me.

I wanted you to sleep a little bit we all had a long day yesterday and before you say anything about I fell asleep way before you and Matt.

I know but you deserve all the beauty sleep you can get my love he smiled and started kissing me before it could heated Matt walked in.

Good .... that is not what I want to see in the mornings before I eat also thank you for breakfast and letting me sleep in a little.

See Matt appreciates it I laugh a little while Kelly rolled his eyes and gave me quick peck before we all started eating then Matt and Kelly got ready so we all could head to work.

Once we arrived to 51 we said hi to everyone and went our separate ways I went to talk to Sylvie but before I went to talk to her I see Stella heading toward Kelly. Which is weird because I was just with him not to long ago and she didn't come up to us to say hi I headed towards the lounge room and sat next to Sylvie.

Hey Sylvie how are you doing today also what's the deal with Stella.

Hey Y/N I'm doing alright also what are you talking about what did Stella do to you.

That's good nothing really but she hasn't said hi to me or anything I know Stella and aren't really friends and all but I like to be friends with her but she won't give the time of day like she does Kelly not trying to sound jealous or anything but am I wrong.

No I see it too but also don't read into that much don't want to cause unnecessary drama over it do you but also just keep a close eye on her.

Your right thanks Brett your the best why would I do without my best friend love you.

No problem Y/N you'll probably would loose your mind without me lol oh he Matt what can we help you with.

Hey girls, Y/N can I steal my girl from you for a sec I promise to bring her right back thanks bye

Before I could say anything he took her away from me I heard Herrmann laugh I turned to him and stuck my tongue out at him then got up and went to find Kelly but before I could do so a call came in Ambo 61 , squad 3 ,truck 81 engine 51 duplex fire it must be bad if they called all of us in

We came back to the house all worn I went to put up my stuff then I saw Stella rubbing Kelly's arm and getting closer to him so went over to them

Hey is everything okay over here I looked between them two and Stella still had her hand on his arm and smirked

Yea babe everything is alright Stella was just making sure I'm okay it was a tough call.

Yea Y/N you should be over here comforting him instead of walking off like that Stella said.

I was heading over I was just putting up my stuff if you must know Stella but thanks I got it from here so you can move along I said rudely to her

Ugh no need to be rude Y/N I was just being a good friend unlike you his girlfriend

She walked off but before she left she whispered in my ear I'm gonna steal him from you before you can even realize it happened then walked off.

Before I could say anything Kelly cut me off by dragging me away towards his quarters shut the door and locked it

What the he'll what's that Y/N you didn't have to be rude to Stella she was just checking up on me because of what happened

Ugh I know I'm sorry I just got a little mad of how she told me off like that I was gonna come see how you were I was just putting my stuff up but you know she didn't have to be that close to you just so you know

Y/N she making sure I was okay that last call wasn't a good one no reason to be jealous or anything

Oh so you're defending her now and I'm not being jealous of anything also friends don't rub on your arms like that and smirk she knows what she's doing and she trying to get under my skin and turn you against me

What are you talking about she is just a good friend maybe if you didn't let your insecurities get the best of you then maybe you wouldn't be overreacting about this Kelly said angrily.

Are fucking kidding me my insecurities have nothing to do with this she's trying to spit us because she likes you Kelly and if you can't fucking see that then your blind come talk to me when you see the truth Also I'm gonna stay with Brett I don't think I can stay with you after this whole thing

Y/N I'm sorry I didn't mean for it to come out like that please come home after the shift ends before he can finish what he was going to say the bells went off I took it as my chance to leave before I could start crying.

We came back from the call and I got an earful from chief Boden I almost got hurt from being distracted about the fight with Kelly. Our shift has ended and Kelly was waiting on me

I told you I'm going to Brett's place I can't go with you not after our argument I don't think I can deal with this now so I think we should take a break Kells.

Are you serious baby I'm sorry please don't do this I love you too much and shouldn't have said all those things I didn't mean too I was just to heated that's all but please don't do this Kelly said begging me to stay and go with him I just couldn't.

I'm sorry babe my minds be made up I'll get my stuff later I gave him last kiss before walking off to Brett's car and leaving with her with tears running down my face I hope he can see the truth before it's to late.....

Pt. 2 coming later but I hope you enjoy this and leave a comment give me your opinion

[hifuminnn]

okay mod asked for jyu requests uhh can we get some disgustingly cute fluff with a fem so and um if it’s not a problem can it be something about jyu coming home late and his gf is still not asleep because she missed him??? aa aaand if it’s not a problem c-could you throw in a lot of pet names okay thats all thank u mod keep up the good work!!! uwu ♡

me, writing the jyuto requests about (4 years) after his birthday, and also disappointing all my followers 😔 but yep of course!! this was in my drafts for AGES so i decided to post it :) 

Jyuto x Late

Not back yet?…. You glanced nervously at the clock that hung on the wall to your left. 1:30am. You sighed, debating going to bed. Jyuto had texted you about an hour ago, telling you that he’d be back late as something had cropped up at the last moment and he’d ask you to go to bed first. You would have heeded his advice and gone to bed first if it wasn’t for…you frowned, gripping your bolster a little tighter. It was a terrible time to be missing him; thank heavens it was the weekend tomorrow, and you didn’t have to wake up at ungodly hours to go to a job you got paid too little for. His crumpled shirt lay on the floor nearby. You had tried to pull his shirt over your bolster to mimic the presence of your boyfriend but it didn’t work. You missed the feeling of his hands around your waist...you missed being able to bury your face into his chest as he held you tight at night. 

Fiddling with your phone, your fatigued face reflected in the black screen came as a shock to you. If Jyuto saw you like this, he’d certainly carry you into bed like a sack of potatoes and tuck you in so tight you wouldn’t even be able to go to the bathroom if you wanted to. Maybe I should go to bed...your thoughts were interrupted by a click and your head shot up, eyes widening at the doorknob turning. Should I fake being asleep? You watched helplessly as Jyuto’s shoes appeared in the doorway, knowing that it’d be too late for you to feign being asleep now. Sitting upright, you watched as he kicked his shoes off, running a hand through his already messy hair. Maybe he hasn’t noticed me yet? His dark eye circles do seem a lot darker. He’s probably just tired, I mean…his suit is a lot more creased than usual, he’s probably had a rough day, maybe I’ll prepare the bath for h-“Babe, I thought I told you to go to bed without me?” You jolted, leaping up from the couch, “Huh?” You didn’t even realise that Jyuto had been staring at you, a soft but tired smile on his features. He stepped towards you, throwing his workbag onto the couch, “Why’s my baby still awake? Hm?” He shot a look at his shirt on the floor, raising an eyebrow before resting his forehead against yours, allowing his eyes to flutter shut. Linking your arms around his neck, you smiled as he leaned in for a soft kiss. “I missed you. Couldn’t sleep,” you muttered against his lips. He separated from you, sighing as he ran his gloved hand through your hair, smiling at you, “I’m sorry darling. Go to bed first? I’ll just take a quick shower and be right with you baby.” You nod excitedly, running off to the bedroom to prepare a new set of clothes for him. 

[kialle]

that shit fucked up

i accidentally posted this to my main acc omgggg. reposting from march 28th:

i usually start work at 8am so i wake up at 6 so i can leave by 7. last sunday night was hard bc my brother's friend and his gf was up until 1:30am drinking. i told my mom to tell them to go home/go to sleep. and they were done when he left.

and it happened again today on thursday. i was trying to sleep and my sister was being loud bc her cat was bleeding. but my brother and his gf was up too. and she was drunk and being loud.

she was being so loud, i acutally thought it was the mother of my brothers son (who is an addict). i tried to sleep again and i was woken up again at 5am. i was pissed so i got up because i had to get up in 1 hour. i yelled saying i have to get up in an hour and to go to sleep.

she screamed i dont care which is wild. she is usually timid around me and tries to not cause drama. so i nudged her towards my brother's room and said go to bed.

then she pushed me and i was like wtf??? and she kept lunging at me and we grabbed each other's hair. i kept pushing her so she would get off of me and we fell, me on top of her. i was yelling and my mom got up. my brother and sister were just watching. and she lunged at me again and scratching my face and my mom jumped in trying to get her off me.

this made my mom so mad and she was yelling for them to get out. i went back into my room trying to calm down. there was no point of me going to sleep because i couldnt. my mom went out to the garage to tell my dad what happened. but she was still yelling saying how was i going to pay rent like??? she doesnt even have a job. and she was saying to go back to my slut school??? like she wasnt making any sense. she said that she was going to take me to court and get her friends to smash my windows in and have a "hit" against my head.

i told her to go that this is my family. she talks with such entitledment. she thinks that she's safe here just because my dad leaves her alone, shes laughs around my sister and mom. my brother have tried to kick her out the house so many times and threw her down the stairs. yet she still came back.

she doesnt contribute to the house. she doesnt do any cleaning. she doesnt work and pay bills. same with my sister but shes struggling. this woman is older than me and just leeches off of us. she eats our food, uses our internet, power and heat. my poor dad has to do all the dishes for the 7/8 people that live here. my mom uses all of her income towards the house and groceries.

i just started crying and i went out to go see my mom. i was telling her to get her out of the house or i wont ever see her again. that sounds dramatic as hell but like after this??? how could i go on living in that house if she was still there??? so i was just standing there with my mom and brother wondering what to do because she was in the next room still yelling.

we all agreed that she needs to leave. and i wanted her gone before i came back from work. so i did go to home and i was so tired and had no appetite. i didnt go to the gym bc i wanted to make the police report asap. i couldnt do it at work because ppl would overhear. so i made the report via phone call and she calltaker was lovely. she seemed to genuinely care. honestly, i wasnt expecting that and she said that officers might come by later, which i wasnt expecting at all.

i was in class and the police called me and i spoke to them outside. he was talking what my options were and if i wanted to give a statement. and if i wanted them to get into contact with her to tell her she cannot come to our house again. i said no bc it might rile her up and try to get me. but he gave me his card to contact him or call 911 in case she does show and then proceed with idk?? an order for her to stay away??

the officer said he knew of the history of what goes on between her and my brother at our house, which is why maybe they did come. they probably only come to stop them from being a disturbance bc my mom did say that the officers said that they need to take care of their conflict themselves, which is fair and true, its their problem.

the officer did seem sincere towards my situation. i can tell they dont really care about my brother and his gf bc it really is their problem. but it becomes an issue if they are involving and endangering others.

i didnt want them to contact her but we agreed that its good that this incident is recorded and i can get her removed from our house if she shows up again.

yeah.

i think its just so funny how she thought she was immune just because she wasnt fighting with my brother. i bet now she thinks how much she fucked up bc even my mom doesnt want her staying with us. she might be thinking she'll come back after everyone's cooled down. or maybe she's planning on attack me again. but i really think how its funny that she has to go back to her pathetic life: no job and has to stay with her extended family or friends because she has no place to go. istg i will fight for her to leave if she comes back.

[infatuatedpup]

Jesus Christ .. S makes me feel sick.. he did visit me .. after I begged him to.. because he said he had other plans .. I told him I wasn’t going to beg but I did. Sigh.. how did I get myself into this mess.. first off I feel like he wasn’t even going to visit me it was more like he just wanted a place to stay after going to a concert in my area.. I had offered to go with him even tho the music wasn’t my thing. .. but alas I bought my ticket and went .. he came over to my place for a little before the show.. .. he was tired so he took a nap in my lap and I was just play with his hair. When he first saw me he didn’t give me a kiss or anything.. before we left my place to go to the show I was about to give him a kiss because I asked for one and he said yes and right before he changed his mind because I had lipstick on and he didn’t want to get it on him.. when we drove over there we just talked about random things .. and whatnot .. when we were walking to the venue.. he had told me he hopes he doesn’t see his ex gf there since she likes that kind of music and in my head I started getting the ick… he began to tell me how he has a restraining order against her and another girl.. and I’m like mhmmm… I wonder why , he explained how this girl was so obsessed with him and would stalk him and when he rejected her because he had a gf she went and told his gf a that he had cheated and was emotionally abusive.

At the show he didn’t let me hold his hand and when I was anxious he didn’t let me hold his hand .

Fast forward we go get food after the show he buys me something even tho I said I wasn’t really hungry .

We get home and he showers and gets ready for bed and I do too it pretty late and when I get out of the shower and he’s on his phone and he’s laying down and I start cuddling him and he’s like “ should we turn off the light?” And I’m like no I want to stay up a bit and he said he wanted to sleep .. so we cuddled and all.. it’s was mostly me cuddling him . .. and he fell asleep ..

He woke up at 5:30 am and he said he had to go because he got called into work, and I said if he could stay for 10 min and he said no.. I laid down and told him “ do you even like me? Because you just act like you don’t like you didn’t even hold my hand yesterday or try anything” and he said he was just tired (he didn’t even apologize) and I was laying down and he hugged me and said he will be back. And while he pulled away he said to text him when I wake up and I said” you’re not going to give me a kiss bye?” And then he kissed me and told me not to think too much about it. I walked him to the door and gave him a kiss on the cheek and he kissed my cheek I think ( I was on the brink of tears and sleepy) … he had left and I just went to bed and cried .. I did send him a long ass message about how I felt and he never replied.

I think he is not going to reply , I really wan to say something so petty .. “like maybe those girls were onto something saying you were emotionally abusive and I guess I dodged a built” and I KNOW he’s going to say something like “ I don’t owe you anything” which if I’m being honest I think he does after me being so nice and patient with him. And I know those girls made him traumatized but . I want to be so vindictive to get a reaction out of him. .. just to get his attention but idk .. I’m tired and he just stresses me out

[lifewithoutmeds]

February 16, 2023

well well well.

things were just going too well, weren’t they. and i was getting just too comfortable.

what’s happened since last week?

let’s see. lorena .... lorena did this and that. lorena lorena lorena. lorena shaped my week, my days, my activities, how i felt about myself, and i felt about my life in general.

tuesday after the airport run, lorena came back and we went to BJ’s to stake out hot waitress. however her shift was ending and we just caught a glimpse but lorena was able to confirm what i feared, which is that i may have been mask fished, and my beloved was not the beauty i may have thought. oh well. 

wendesday must’ve gone into work. the days are a blur. thursday? work? from home? sure? friday? i dunno. saturday morning i had brunch with amy lee at my favorite local diner foxy’s, and had my usual eggs benedict with hash browns, which i ate completely and enjoyed thoroughly. amy was less enthusiastic about her meal, but packed a lot of it to go, thinking she might be able to reconstitute it later into something more palatable. we had an enjoyable chat/catch up, and resolved to do this more often, possibly even as a monthly regular event.

she then took me home due to the unseasonably cold temperature, and i got home to see lorena waking up on the sofa. she proceeded to convince me to start watching The Last of Us while she power cleaned for a couple hours and washed the many many dishes. afterward we went to los feliz flea where we looked at stuff, she bought some lingerie for v day, and we said hi to vicky at her camera stand. we then went home and we made a really delicious meal of ride, roasted asparagus, and chicken thighs marinated in garlic and a sauce of chili, honey, soy sauce, and rice wine vinegar. i marveled at how good it was. i’m glad i didn’t stop myself from the profuse compliments, because little did i know, that would be my last meal with her.

lo wasn’t feeling so hot so right before she left to work, she took an at home covid test and tested positive, and hence had to call out sick. she decided to go quarantine in Rancho since her aunt had a vacant guesthouse, and took off for the next few days (or so i thought LOL).

we kept in touch, and i learned later that she would not go to Rancho, but rather, to a hotel as she was “too tired”, and afterward, would be “convinced” to go to her gf’s instead, to “isolate” there, despite then being directly in close contact with another human. she “isolated” sun-tuesday, and on valentine’s night decided to move to her aunt’s, so as not to “continue to?” expose her gf as her gf had planned to have friends over later in the week.

so we texted intermittently, from tuesday-wednesday, and she was going back and forth on whether to go home to visit laika since work had indicated that she need not come back the following weekend, and by the end of the day she had resolved to go on thursday or friday. however, on wednesday while i was at work, she “confessed” to having watched/completed the White Lotus season 2 by herself in boredom, though we had been watching it together up until that point. i was a bit hurt, because that was kind of one of “our” things. we watched it together. we reacted together. we waited for each other. and suddenly she was done waiting, and just watched it on her own. i felt left out, and got a bit quiet during the texts, but she didn’t seem to care/mind/catch on, and so we left it at that.

this morning she texted to see how i was doing and i texted to see what her plans were for visiting her home when she dropped the bombshell: not only would she not be visiting home despite having the weekend off of work, and despite having just tested negative for the covid, she would be staying in rancho for the rest of the month, and don’t worry, i could keep the rest of the rent she’d prepaid, and oh, thanks for everything.

i was floored. i had started walking for my noon lunch walk, and was glad i did, because i needed to stay in motion. i teared up a little, maybe from allergies, maybe from emotion, but i teared up for a few blocks and didn’t ask too many follow up questions as i generally would, because that would mean i was invested, emotionally, and i needed to stop being, because she had already decided to take a quick detour out of my very real, very physical, tangible life.

her rationale was that she really enjoyed having her own space and that her aunt was “bribing” her to stay. i didn’t want to counter with a higher “bribe,” so left it at that. later she indicated she would be coming by to pick up her things and leave me the key. as it would happen, fate would dictate that grace and vicky would be coming to the condo later that afternoon, so i asked her to come before 5 so as not to create an awkward run in.

she came around 2:50, packed her things, and was done within 15 minutes. a few hangars, two shelves, two books on the bookcase, and some toiletries. i had prepacked her a bag of her bacon box, cheetos, 2 new packs of altoids, toilet paper, crest whitening toothpaste, penne pasta, her annual fishing license, work-related papers, and an extra tube of her favorite neutrogena water-based sunblock. i had to take a quick call around 3 as she took her bags to her car, and right after 3 i handed her last bag, she said thank you for everything, and she asked if i wanted to talk and i said no, but i could feel the tears sprouting from my eyes. she said something like, she needed a moment to compose herself, and that her least favorite thing was to cry in front of someone, and after a second, i took another swig of my whiskey, and we did a light goodbye hug and she said something like, we’ll hang out right?. if you want to? and i think i nodded. and she left. and i saw her walk out, and i saw her put the bag in her car, and i saw her car drive away. and i saw her little icon move away on google maps and she was gone.

i cried. i cried while she was here, though i tried to hide it, and i wept bitterly when she was gone. i drank whiskey. i texted people. i cried for help. i received some, some strained sympathy, some strained empathy.

i know i’m taking it personally when i shouldn’t. i know this will be better for me in the long run. i know that i had an unhealthy attachment that went longer than it should have, and fortuitously, ended sooner than it was anticipated to. i know i was playing at normal for a not-normal situationship that was probably not good for me.

but i know i’ll miss her, despite it all. and i’ll miss ... just everything. the guitar jam sessions, the attempts at stardom via youtube. i don’t have a ton of faith that we’ll have much of anything now, and i don’t know why. and i know that if it was always that tenuous to begin with, that fragile, that i should just be relieved that it’s gone now and not without its grasp on me. but i will miss her, bitterly, tenderly. why, in her goodbye, would she question a continued friendship? why, if it was a consideration, was it concluded, that i would be left aside.

i watched her location for some time, dodging in and out and through atwater village, to/around a wine shop, to a restaurant, and then finally out and back to reyna’s. i wonder a bit what she’ll say to reyna. if she’ll express sadness. or relief. or whatever. i don’t know .... she seemed to understand/predict that somehow cutting off her stay here was also cutting me off, and yet she went through with it. she was okay with it. she decided to do it. for whatever the reason. i was left on the cutting board. and she’s with reyna, who’s comforting her if needed. and who do i have. vicky, who’ll be coming by soon with her dogs, having just ended things with her much younger bf last night. grace, who low key doesn’t care about me most the time.

so.

she’s with her gf.

once again. i am crying. alone. the other party cares not. wants not. i weep over someone who weeps not, and enjoys the comfort of those who love her.

once again. i am in an unreciprocated situationship. once again, i am giving my best to one who casually shrugs it off, and leaves it discarded.

fool me once, shame on you. fool me for the nth time, shame on me. shame. shame.

[gangrenados]

jason just waking up and he walks into the kitchen hair all messy still shirtless only in his sweatpants that he sleeps in he scratches his head and yawns then as his gf looks down she notices it his third leg that is making its presence known

I thought this could fit the vibe

The air smelled like bacon and fresh cooked pancakes, this how a calm morning looked like where the calm reigned.

You were at peace since in your shared bedroom Jason was sleeping soundly, probably hugging his pillow as he snored lightly.

So in this Sunday morning you decided to make something nice for Jason who, for the past month, has been working nonstop. He sometimes didn't make it home since he preferred to stay hide in one of the safe houses to prevent any of the low-lifes he fought against to track him down and possibly hurt you.

You loved him with your whole heart, but the man looked miserable. His muscles were aching, and that old pain in his right shoulder came back, making him hiss anytime he pulled it.

He had stumble, and there were blue-ish eye cirles that adorned his beautiful green eyes, besides the blooming bruise in one of them alongside some scars and new wounds scattered all over his body

You guessed that his helmet cracked at some point in fight, but Jason never confirmed it nor denied it. It was all left to the imagination.

And though that worried you sick to your stomach since Jason was someone important to you. You couldn't help but be glad that he was he back at home with you, battered surely, but he was alive and safe.

You hummed in content along the song that played in the radio, it was unknown and yet you could swore you've heard it somewhere else.

A yawn in the distance was overshadowed by the sound of the faucet running," Morning, doll" was next, Jason's hoarse voice made you jolt in your spot.

His cold hands sneaked under your t-shirt, forming goosebumps as he nuzzled his head on the crook of your neck. Jason grabbed your tits, gripping them and rolling the nipple between his fingers.

"I shoul put a bell on you or something," you said without taking your eyes off the dishes, Jason hummed, not quite awake as you thought he would be.

The fearsome Red Hood was clinging to your warmth, crossing his strong arms around your waist.

"Go back to bed." He pleaded and you smiled, feeling your heart melting like butter on a toast.

What caught you off guard was the hard on hidden underneath those sweatpants, Jason grinded his boner against your ass, looking to pull you closer to feel more friction.

"You're so needy, Jay." You cooed, leaning into his warm bare chest.

Jason chuckled, nodding at your statement." Maybe I am" he sneaked a hand under your shorts, palming your clothed pussy before rubbing your folds. It didn't take long for him to pull your panty aside and start to fingering you.

Your hips buckled against him, soapy hands stood freeze, grabbing that dish that was half cleaned." Jason I-the dishes."

"I don't care about that, I wanna fuck you. You don't know how bad I've wanted to be inside that pretty cunt of yours, don't you see how hard I am?"

He grunted, pulling his soaked fingers out of you." This is your fault."

And with that Jason pulled your shorts and panties down, leaving your butt naked, as he followed shortly after. Pulling down his sweatpants enough to free his throbbing cock.

He moved you to align himself better, treating you like a ragdoll while you could barely process what was going on, but you quickly turned off the faucet just in time Jason rubbed the tip between your wet folds.

He introduced his dick on you, pounding slowly to give you both time to adjust as he grabbed your hips for support. After that, Jason didn't wasted much time to speed up the pace.

“Ah, Jason!”, you screamed out, grabbed the edge of the faucet with white knuckles. Pleasure washed over you and moans and grunts filled the kitchen, Jason didn't seemed to want to slow down and you didn't wanted him to.

"Fuck, look what you do to me." Jason grunted as he grabbed you by the hair and pulled you backwards, manhandling you a bit just to meet his release faster.

His dick swelled inside of you, fucking you nice and deep against your cervix. Waves of pleasure washed over you, making you whimper and hung your head as Jason's sperm painted your insides and moaned in nothing but ecstasy.

He pulled out with a sleepy grin, grabbing your head and leaving a kiss to your temple." Good girl."

You smiled up to him ready to say something, but Jason was quicker to speak." Is that mine?" He pointed to a plate with bacon, eggs and some pancakes.

"Yeah?" You said, shivering lightly at the sensation of his cum running down your ass. Jason's eyes lightened up with your answer.

"You're so good to me, baby." He pulled you for a quick hug before pulling up your clothes, staining them with a mix of cum and your juices.

"Well, I'm hungry. Bye" Jason simply said, waving his hand to you as he went straightforward to have a bite of those delicious looking pancakes.

[storiesforallfandoms]

somethings different ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2043

request?: yes!

“hey i really enjoy your writing, i was wondering if you could take a request from me.. i have a hard time at the moment and just a fluffy comfort imagine with mgk would be really nice :)

so i was wondering if you could write smth where mgk’s gf has a problem with an ed and just a really hard time eating anything.. so she gets weaker day by day, but he doesn’t really notice cause he’s super caught up in his work.. just when he notices that his shirts look even bigger on her, her eye bags are enormous, she’s shaky and maybe even faints at one point, he knows that smth is up.. he confronts her about it and it’s just fluff, comfort and help coming from him..

that would be really really nice, thank you so much in advance, lots of kisses :))”

description: when she puts on one of his shirts and it seems much bigger than it usually is, he realizes he’s missed some big changes while he’s been away on tour

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of eating disorders

masterlist (one, two)

“Hey dad?”

“Yeah pumpkin?”

“I think something’s wrong with (Y/N).”

Colson turned from the stove where he was making breakfast to look at his daughter. “What do you mean?”

Casie shrugged. “I don’t know. She just seems different. She’s always tired and she just kind of looks different.”

Colson took a moment to think back on the last time he had seen his girlfriend. It had been a where he had been touring the past few months, but he was sure the last time he saw her she seemed fine. She hadn’t mentioned anything being wrong lately, but he knew she was probably unlikely to tell him if there was as not to worry him.

“I’m gonna see her tonight after she gets off work. I’ll talk to her and see what’s going on,” Colson assured her.

“You should spend more time with her now that you’re home. She definitely misses you a lot.”

Colson smiled at his daughter. “I miss her a lot, too.”

The topic was on Colson’s mind all day. He tried to be present while Casie was with him, but once her mom came to get her he was left to think and worry about (Y/N).

He nearly tackled her with a hug the moment she walked through the door. She giggled and hugged him back.

“Hey hot stuff,” she said. “Long time, no see.”

When Colson pulled away, he took (Y/N)’s face in his hands and looked down at her. His eyes took in every inch of her face, trying to see any differences. The only thing he could notice was that her eye bags had gotten a bit bigger since the last time he had been home, but it didn’t seem like anything to worry too much about. She still looked like the most beautiful woman that Colson had ever laid his eyes on.

(Y/N) giggled. “What are you doing?”

Colson smiled back at her. “I’m just looking at you. I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

He placed a kiss on her lips before pulling away. “What do you want to do tonight? Have you eaten yet? I can make us dinner.”

“Oh, I’m fine. I’m kind of tired from work. I was thinking we could just chill and watch a movie.”

“Anything you want, my love.”

They went upstairs and (Y/N) told him to give her ten minutes to shower and freshen up before she joined him in bed. Colson was tempted to join her in the shower, but he decided to let her have her post-work time.

He got in their shared bed and nearly sighed in relief as his body hit the welcoming mattress. Hotel beds were nice and all, but nothing felt softer than your own bed after being away from it for so long. It was so inviting that Colson could’ve fallen asleep right then and there. His eyes were drooping slowly when (Y/N) came back from the bathroom, startling him awake.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she chuckled.

“It’s okay. Laying in this bed right now is just dangerous,” he responded.

He looked over at her as she discarded her clothes and towels into the clothes hamper. She was wearing just one of his t-shirts, as she normally did when going to bed, but something seemed different. Colson propped himself up on his elbows to look closer at (Y/N) as she started to approach the bed.

“What?” she asked.

“Something’s...different,” he said. “I can’t really tell what it is.”

(Y/N)’s face fell and her mouth opened as if she was going to say something, but nothing came out besides some stutters. That was enough to tell Colson that Casie was right and something was definitely wrong with (Y/N).

After really focusing for a second, Colson realized that the difference that he was seeing was that his t-shirt looked much bigger on her than it ever had before. Of course, Colson was much taller than (Y/N), so his shirts were always bigger, but this time it wasn’t just because the shirt was longer. It was also a lot baggier than normal. It was then that Colson her arms and legs, which had previously been covered by her work clothes, were so thin that he could almost see the outline of her bones through her skin.

He reached out to softly touch her arm. “Baby, what happened?”

“Nothing,” she responded, pulling away from him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’ve lost a shit ton of weight. You look like you’re drowning in my shirt.”

“Maybe I’ve always looked like this. How would you know? You’re never around to really notice.”

Her comment hit him hard. His mind started to race. Was his busy work schedule the reason she had lost so much weight? Was he hurting her this much by not being around? By not taking notice of her?

Seeing the hurt look on his face, (Y/N) sighed and sat down on the bed next to him. “I didn’t mean that.”

“It’s okay if you did. I know I’m not around all that often and that’s gotta be hard. I mean, fuck, I didn’t even know something was wrong until Casie told me today. And now I’m here looking at you and I’m like...how the fuck didn’t I notice before?”

“I didn’t want you to notice,” (Y/N) said. “I was hesitant to come over tonight, and then when I got here I was debating on putting on baggy clothes and just going right to sleep, but I knew that you’d realize something was wrong if I did that.”

Colson put his arm around (Y/N), gently pulling her to him. She seemed so frail he was almost afraid he was going to break her.

“What happened?” he asked again.

She rested her head against his chest. “I...I’ve been struggling with an eating disorder since I was a teenager. I’ve never really talked about it because I don’t want you to think of me any different because of that, or to treat me differently now that you know.”

Colson was stunned. He and (Y/N) had been dating for a little over a year at that point. He went through all the memories he had of her in his head, going back as far as the day they met. He could never remember her looking like this before, and he could picture all the times they had eaten together since they had started dating. On their first date he had even taken her to a fancy restaurant.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she said, breaking him from his thoughts. “I was in recovery when I met you. I was getting help and I was getting better. Eating was still a bit of a process, but I wasn’t as bad as I was in high school. Back then I was nearly on my death bed I was so thin and hungry.”

“What happened back then that caused you to have an eating disorder?”

She shook her head. “I don’t wanna bore you.”

“(Y/N), you’re not boring me. I want to know, honestly. If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine too. But I am here to listen if you need it babe.”

Silence filled the room for some time. They just sat on the bed together, (Y/N) with her head on Colson’s chest and him running his fingers through her hair. Eventually, he managed to coax her to lay down with him. The light was off and the sun was starting to set outside, so the room was slowly dimming to darkness. Besides the fact that his mind was now running a million miles a second, Colson could’ve been lulled to sleep in this scenario.

“It’s not anything special,” (Y/N) finally said. “It’s not like something happened to me or anything. I was just subjected to all those shitty beauty standards that society forces on women. When I was in high school, I wasn’t exactly super model thin. I used to look at female celebrities in magazines, or look at the pretty popular girls, and wish that I looked like them. So I tried to lose weight, but that went from trying to do it the healthy way to developing an eating disorder. At first, no one really noticed because, like I said, I had started trying to work out and eat better. Everyone thought that was working, even though I was definitely severely underweight. But then I passed out one day in class and was taken to the hospital. The doctor’s told my parents I was incredibly malnourished and it was almost like I hadn’t eaten in months and that’s when they finally realized that I wasn’t healthy. I was far from it.”

“What did they do?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “They tried to help. They tried to be supportive. But the truth is, they didn’t know how to help or how to be supportive. Most people don’t if they haven’t struggled from an eating disorder before. They found a counselor for me, but the one they found wasn’t really equipped to help a girl with a severe eating disorder. At the end of the day, they realized they just had to support me as I tried to get better, and they did that the best way they could.”

“Did counselling help?”

“A little once I got the right one. I ended up going to a psychiatric hospital for a few weeks to really get the help I needed. And it worked, I was in recovery by the time I got out. Within a year and a half I was finally putting back on weight and getting to a healthy level again.”

There was one question swirling around Colson’s mind, but he wasn’t sure he actually wanted to know the answer. He forced the words out of his mouth, “So...how did...why did you...?”

“Why did I relapse?” she finished for him.

He nodded and realized he was holding his breath. With the question out there it felt like his chest had tightened. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to hear her response.

“I’m not sure,” she admitted. “I think it just happened. Something in my brain flipped the switch from ‘we’re okay’ to ‘we feel like garbage’. It happened before you went away, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I just don’t want you to be hurting if it’s because of me.”

(Y/N) sat up so she could face Colson. At this point, the only light in the room was from the street lights outside. The slight beam of light hit her face in a way that just reminded Colson of how breathtakingly beautiful she was.

“It’s not because of you,” she assured him. “Really, something just happened and I fell back into that mindset. I haven’t been seeing my counselor in a while because I felt like I was getting better enough to do it on my own. And I guess I haven’t really wanted to go back because I don’t want to admit something is wrong with me.”

“Nothing is wrong with you, babe,” Colson told her. “Needing help doesn’t mean there’s something wrong. It takes a lot of strength and courage to admit you need help and to go to someone for that.”

(Y/N) put her head back down on his chest. “I guess you’re right.”

Colson began running his fingers through her hair again. Both of them were starting to grow tired as it started to get later into the night.

“It’s up to you what you want to do,” he told her. “But just know I’m going to be here to support you every step of the way. I’ll take time off of work and everything to literally be by your side as long as you want me to be.”

“I can’t ask you to take time away from your job for me.”

“Good thing you’re not asking then. I’m offering.”

(Y/N) moved her head to smile up at Colson. “I love you a lot, you know that right?”

“Of course I do. And I love you too.”

Ugh it didn’t turn out how I wanted, but I hope you liked it anyways!