#vi writes

[buttercupbabyyy]

ok ok so noah is finally back from tour right and you’re so glad and all you want to do is enjoy his presence, which means maybe you’re a little clingier than usual. noah knows this and is just as clingy as you so there’s no concern.

BUT one night you’re hanging out with the guys watching some movie you’re not even paying attention to; you’re laying half on top of noah and he’s got both his arms around you, holding you tight

what if when he gets up to go to the rest room, one of the guys makes an off hand comment, jokingly of course (no malicious intent), about how clingy you are; and how noah must feel since he spent the last month cramped up in a bus in close proximity with a lot of people

you give him a small smile and a half laugh and try to focus your attention on the movie bit now the gears in your head are spinning.

are you smothering him?

is he just going along with it to appease you?

does he want space?

so from then on, you give him space

you’re not climbing into his lap to be close to him, you’re not laying on his chest when you go to bed. no holding his hand every second or pulling him into a hug

he tries to pull you close and you pull away. not because you want to but because you think thats what he wants. you don’t think he’ll even notice

oh but he does. noah’s an observant guy and he knows you like the back of his hand so of course he notices

noah thinks he did something wrong. he thinks you’re upset with him and that must be why you’re avoiding being close to him. he doesn’t know what he did though and you won’t even be alone in a room with him so how is he supposed to fix it?

so one night he corners you in your shared bedroom and sits you down on the bed, him kneeling in front of you and asks what he did wrong and why you’re upset with him

and you, you are beside yourself because what does he mean what did he do wrong???

so you start to tell him he didn’t do anything and you’re not upset but he cuts you off and starts to point out every single time he’s tried to get close to you and you’ve backed off

your face flushes and you look down at your hands in your lap bc you can’t look him in the eye but then he grabs your hands with one of his and uses the other one to tilt your chin up so you’re face to face with him again

he softly asks you what’s wrong and you hesitate before telling him that you were giving him space

noah is, for a lack of a better word, flabbergasted bc where the fuck did you get the idea that he wanted space. his surprise is written all over his face and you quickly go to elaborate

you tell him it occurred to you (bc you’re not going to throw his friend under the bus) that he just spent a month on a bus, sleeping on a small bunk bed in close quarters with his band mates and friends; and that he probably wanted to be able to decompress without you hanging onto and smothering him every second

he’s unable to hide his concern bc how could you ever think that he would want space from you?

you, the only person in the world he wants near him at all times. you, the person who go him through all of those rough nights on tour bc he knew he would get to come home to you and hold you and kiss you all he wanted

he recovers from his initial shock and is quick to reassure you that space is absolutely not what he wants from you

“baby how could you think that?”

“i love you and all i wanted the entire time i was on tour was to come home and hold you for as long as i could”

“i want you to ‘smother’ me, please baby i want you close for as long as you want to be”

“can’t believe you thought i wanted to be away from you after i was away from you for a whole month”

“longest month of my life”

“i worked hard on tour, i think i’m entitled to as many cuddles and kisses as i want”

“i don’t know where you got this crazy idea but i have never wanted space from you before and i certainly don’t now”

“c’mere give me cuddles to make up for all the ones you’ve stolen from me the past few days”

[d444zed]

something something desperate and whiny schlatt ¿

Desperation ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

It felt like hours had passed since you gently bound Schlatt’s wrists behind his back and stripped in front of him. There you were, pretty as can be, slowly fucking yourself with your fingers while Schlatt looked on in agony, his hard-on desperate trying to free itself from his shorts.

“Fuck, J, it’s so good,” you moaned, maintaining direct eye contact with him.

“This isn’t funny anymore, c’mon,” Schlatt pleaded, eager to taste you, touch you, feel you fall apart underneath him.

“Getting close,” you whined, your eyes rolling back as you started speeding up your fingers.

“No! No, please, cum on my cock, please babydoll, I’m begging you,” Schlatt cried out, attempting to free himself from his bindings.

You hesitated, opening your eyes again and staring at the man in front of you. The two of you were in Schlatt’s office. You had had him sit in his expensive swivel chair and tied his wrists together behind his back, then you had laid on the bed across the room. That felt like so long ago for the both of you, but it was realistically only about twenty minutes ago.

You refocused your gaze, watching Schlatt struggle.

“Please, please, I need you on me! I can’t take it, baby, please, I’m begging you,” he whined, with tears brimming in his eyes. His sounds were desperate and higher-pitched than you’d ever heard from this 6’3 hunk of man.

You gently slid off the end of the bed, sauntering up to him. His big doe eyes pleaded with you, a tear rolling down his cheek.

Finally, you reached down and freed his hard-on from his shorts. It snapped to attention, earning a pained sigh from Schlatt.

“No touching, remember?” You teased, straddling him. You sank down slowly onto his cock, moaning once you reached the base of him.

Schlatt was still struggling to release his bindings, so eager to touch what was his. You began lifting yourself off his cock, painfully slowly, when you felt a set of strong hands grab you by the waist and snap you back down. Both of you let out whines.

“J, how did you, oh fuck-“ you were cut off by Schlatt ramming into you, his arms wrapped around you, keeping you as close to him as possible. Your tits bounced in his face so beautifully.

“S-s-sorry, I couldn’t help it, ah, fuck, please, Mama, gonna cum inside you, pleasepleaseplease fuck!” He came with a high-pitched whine, his hips stuttering and eventually stopping.

“M’sorry, I had to, you just looked so pretty and I needed to touch,” he explained, giving you his pleading doe eyes again.

“S’okay baby. You did you good for me,” you groaned into his ear.

Schlatt’s hands gripped your waist and he lifted you off of him with ease, carrying you across the room and gently laying you on the bed.

“You looked so wet for me earlier, was so desperate to get a taste of ya. Can I?” Schlatt asked, tracing a finger up and down your pussy, causing you to shiver.

“Please,” you replied, voice barely above a whisper.

Masterlist !

[drunkhee]

wayv as your brother (+ you dating one of the members)

warnings: swearing, suggestive(?) with yangyang ,, i think thats it

vi’s thoughts; something a lil silly bc i was thinking of what life would be like with a brother and realised im fine not having one all over again LOL but i hope everyones doing well ! might do more of these while im writing a fic ! current have a dejun one in the works :3

[torumii]

Promises.

A/n : i wrote this very abruptly and very on the spot and it sure shows. So please excuse that. It's 2am, good night guys.

I keep thinking about Pinda and Jasleen’s marriage. Well no, I keep thinking about Jaskirat’s approval of their marriage.

They must've made so many promises to each other when they were just dumb young teenagers. The promises would've included a big wedding with a lot of people and a good fancy photographer who would click pictures so clear that it would blind Jaskirat with the fact he would no longer be able to threaten pinda about not looking at his sister.

Something just tells me that jaskirat probably didn't approve of their relationship for the longest time. Pinda could never be good enough for his baby sister is what he'd always say.

He had sworn that he would never in his life approve of their relationship. That he would get Jasleen married to someone else and Pinda would just have to watch.

And he stood by this promise.

Until that night.

That night when he'd returned to his house. The house which was no longer a home because it had been robbed of that warmth that made it one in the first place.

His house felt so cold that night. They felt so cold that night.

His father's feet, which he'd rubbed frantically to warm them as if that would bring him back to life, were cold. They remained cold even after he rubbed them with all his might.

They were never that cold. He had touched them a million times since he was kid. He had touched them just before he left for training and they were never this cold.

His older sister too was so cold. He kissed her forehead, not once but so many times.

Because he wished he had done it before he left for training. He wished he hadn't argued with her, wished he had said goodbye.

Was it his fault? He never knew, did he? He never knew that it would be the last time his sister would truly feel the kiss. Even a million forehead kisses now were useless.

That night, he sat in silence and just thought for what felt like hours.

The thought of what those pathetic excuses for men were doing to his baby sister was enough to send a shiver down his spine.

He knew he had to bring his baby sister back. He couldn't let her stay there, tortured by those monsters for even a moment longer.

But he also knew what it would result in.

He never even had the mere expectation of winning the trial. The corruption was what took his family in the first place, in what world would it protect them?

It was all predictable. He would be sentenced to death no matter how justifiable his actions were. He would die either way.

Would he regret it? No.

The only thing he would regret was taking any longer to bring his sister back.

But here's the thing, he knew his sister wouldn't be able to live with the sheer guilt of being the reason for her brother's death. Even if she did somehow muster up the courage to move on, society wouldn’t let her.

Shameful, they'd say. Pitiful, they'd say.

because, god forbid a woman who's been raped tries to live.

They would break her beyond repair, make her feel like she didn't have a purpose. As if she didn't have her whole life ahead.

And his stupid, dumb, innocent little sister would believe them. She would believe that she had no purpose to live.

She would give up.

And if she gave up, so would their mother.

Jaskirat needed to give her a purpose to live.

And that's the exact moment he approved Pinda. With a pat on his back. Because he saw it in his eyes, if there was someone grieving the hardest after him and his mother, it was Pinda.

He wasn't just grieving the girl he wanted, he was grieving the girl he had chased through fields when she intentionally cut his kite, he was grieving the girl who defended him when Jaskirat found out about them.

And so, Jaskirat knew that even if he would never be as good as his sister deserved, even if he was mediocre in studies and sports, Pinda would try to keep her happy with all his might.

So that was it.

Pinda and Jasleen didn't get Jaskirat's approval like they said they would. They didn't get to rub it in his face like they said they would. They didn't have a big wedding like they said they would and neither did they take all those cute pictures they said they would.

A big wedding required a family and those pictures required the will to be captured without feeling like every wound was deliberately exposed to the world.

Jasleen lacked both.

Thank you for reading.

[madeofvioletdreams]

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[lesbian-redgiraffe]

Baby, you're not alone

Vi x f!reader

Violet hasn't had a single day of rest since her parents died. So what happens when there is finally peace in her life? When she has a girlfriend who loves her, a home to come to and she doesn't have to kill herself in order to survive.

What happens when, even when her life seems to be at peace, memories of the past follow her?

Or where Vi learns that it is okay to ask for help and to be loved without being hurt. ♡

Masterlist

#1 Nightmares and tender kisses

#2 You deserve to be loved

... Coming soon

These stories will be 100% sfw, maybe they're suggestive at times, but they won't have smut.

I welcome requests and ideas for these series

Comment if you want to be tagged <3

See you soon!

(Divider from @strangergraphics)

[cxxxvii]

yuuta & yuuji being the only two that are up doing things around campus in the mornings... bonding, pining...

everyone else chooses to sleep in, so it's just the two of them bumping into each other when yuuji's morning jog passes right by yuuta doing his morning yoga.

and again when they fumble about for breakfast.

and again when they pass each other on their way into and out of the showers.

it takes no time at all for them to become friends.

yuuji is the first to ask if he can join yuuta for yoga — which is a disaster in the beginning, but yuuta has the patience of a saint and doesn't mind helping yuuji out when he struggles to hold a pose.

(yuuji doesn't know why the weight of yuuta's hands on his hips makes his stomach lurch or why he likes it so much, but he may or may not mess up more just to feel his touch again.)

and in the following days, yuuta asks if he can join yuuji's morning jog — which he later says is more like a sprint, when he's doubled over and panting from trying to match yuuji's pace. he doesn't ask yuuji to slow down, though, just pushes himself to keep up.

(yuuji would be lying if he said he wasn't into the way his senpai looks all breathless and flushed. maybe he pushes himself to run a little faster when yuuta joins him.)

it becomes their thing. a shared morning routine: a run to warm them up followed by yoga to cool them down. they usually find something to eat after that, yuuji insisting they cook something themselves and yuuta being happy to assist.

it just makes sense they shower at the same time, too. yuuji's not complaining. seeing yuuta fresh out the shower every day is a blessing—

...respectfully. yuuji just really admires his senpai's physique...it's not weird.

(and if he slows his own grooming process down drastically just so he can bask in every moment that yuuta's narrow waist and broad chest are on display, it's still totally not weird!! just like it's not weird when yuuji starts having vivid dreams about yuuta with that pretty flush on his face, shoving him up against a shower wall, hands bruising yuuji's hips like he knows they could, like he wants them to. or if he wakes up rutting against a pillow, chanting yuuta's name in his head as he gets himself off.)

[narugem]

*mumbles* barber!Iharu and guitarist!Reno au set in the universe of Given something something

can't really think of a propper plot for this au, but ever since that thing where we learn that Iharu styled Reno’s hair at least once back in the Third I think about it at least once a week. this knowledge is literally engraved into my skull