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”
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.
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
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.
A thing I wrote for @idgabuck's rockstar! Simon bloodymary au. This took me four-ish hours to write and edit and I’m posting before I go to bed because I am exhausted (I woke up at 4:30 this morning and it its now 11:34 pm) and I need sleep, so if there’s some mistakes I apologize 😅
Set post launch of their relationship. The band’s fanbase know who Grace is but there is a newer fan mentioned here who doesn’t know they’re together.
I am going to put this under a cut as it has some NSFW themes. It’s been a while since I’ve written something like this but I hope you enjoy!
You would think after three years of dating, Grace would tire of seeing his boyfriend up on stage performing with his bandmates, but each show the energy just gets more intense, and he absolutely loves to see his boyfriend in the spotlight.
The opening chords of Simon's band Eden's Children's song "Feed" rang out through the venue. The venue had turned the lights down as the band made their way onto the stage, but once the lights came up, Grace took a minute to thank the stars that the singer in front of him was his. Simon had his hair pulled half-up, showing off the multiple ear piercings he had as the stage lights hit them, the sheer shirt showing off his abs and some of the tattoos he had that Grace loved to trace with his lips and tongue, and he was wearing skin-tight black ripped skinny jeans, showing off the thighs Grace was hoping to have his face between after the show.
"God, he's so hot," Grace said, looking at his best friend. Colt wasn’t able to make it to this show but ever since that first show Colt took him to, Rocky joining them at the second concert he went to had made it a tradition to go to the San Francisco show together with at heart one of them.
"You say that every time, Ry," Rocky replied, rolling his eyes fondly, going back to headbanging slightly. He was happy that his friend had finally found someone who pushed him out of his comfort zone but also helped him calm down.
Another patron of the venue looked over and yelled over the music, "You have that right! Simon is so fucking hot."
A few months ago, Grace decided that he no longer wanted to be backstage for these shows. Simon's band was gaining traction in the scene, but they were still small enough to play the slightly smaller venues, most having a 500-patron capacity.
When he told Simon that he would prefer to be in the crowd, all Simon had said was "You really are just my little groupie, aren't you, sunshine?"
So, Grace, feeling confident for a moment, yelled back, "He's gay!"
The girl who had agreed with him looked him up and down before saying, "You're cute in a nerdy way. I'm sure you have a chance!" before she went back to dancing.
Grace just grinned and looked back up at his boyfriend on stage.
Eden's Children finished up a couple more of their songs before Simon grabbed the mic and started walking around the stage, addressing the room.
"Holy shit, San Francisco! How are we feeling tonight?" Simon asked into the microphone. The crowd screamed in response, making Simon grin. "We are Eden's Children, and we are so happy to be here with you tonight! This is our first ever show here in The Chapel, and you guys sold it out! Make some noise for yourselves!" The crowd screams, making the singer grin wider. "Now, we're going to continue with that energy. We've got some of our newer stuff on the set but also have some of our older songs on here, so let's keep this energy up!" Simon finished before setting the mic back into the stand, gearing up for their next song.
During Eden's set, Grace and Simon have this little show they liked to do. Simon will get Grace up on stage or have the stage crew put the lights on Grace, and Simon gets to be as raunchy as he wants. The newer fans think that Simon is doing this to a random fan, but the fans that have been around awhile and after their soft launch know that Simon and Grace have been together for awhile at this point and love to see what the singer and his partner will get into during the set, but the main reason Grace enjoys it is because when Simon plays it up, he knows that after the show, with both of their adrenaline still high from the energy, they'll have some of the best sex, Grace slipping into subspace easily afterwards because of all of the attention Simon gave him during the show.
So it's no surprise to Grace or any of their older fans that Simon stops directly in front of Grace about halfway through their set.
"Damn, sunshine, are you always this pretty, or did you doll yourself up just for me?" Simon asked, winking at Grace. Simon was doing soundcheck and the band's pre-show routine when he and Colt arrived and hadn't gotten to see what Grace was wearing.
Grace rolled his eyes, flipping Simon off before blowing a kiss up to him with a smile. Simon caught the kiss before putting it in his pocket.
"Oh my god," the girl beside Grace and Colt from earlier screeched, her head twisting, looking between the singer and Grace, shocked. Oh, she has to be a first timer, Grace thought.
The band continued through their set, Grace losing himself in the energy of the crowd and band. He was so lost that he didn't notice that Simon was directly in front of him on the other side of the barricade. Simon leaned in closer to Grace, motioning with his free hand for Grace to move closer.
Grace leaned over the barricade, getting closer to his boyfriend, grinning while looking at Simon.
"Hey, moonlight," Grace said before Simon moved in closer, capturing Grace's lips in a bruising kiss. He is not ashamed to say that each time Simon kisses him, he gets a little lightheaded, this time being no different. Grace moans against Simon's lips, hands finding their way to settle in the hairs at the back of Simon's neck, pulling him in closer.
Simon deepens the kiss, tongue tracing the seam of Grace's lips, asking for permission before Grace parts them, allowing Simon to lick into his mouth. Grace is only three seconds away from falling to his knees right then and there, but comes back into his body when he realizes Simon is supposed to be singing. He won't admit it, but he's already feeling a little floaty just from the attention he's getting from Simon, but the show must go on. They only have three songs left; Grace can be a good boy and make it through those songs before he climbs Simon like a tree.
Gathering up the last shred of will he can find, Grace pushes Simon away from him, panting, trying to catch his breath. Simon's face is flushed, his lips swollen and shiny from the intense kiss. He looked at Grace and said, "Love you, sunshine," before he turned away to get back up on stage.
"Damn, that's the most he's ever done while he's supposed to be on stage," Rocky said, laughing at the lovestruck look on Grace's face.
Eden played through the last two songs before their encores by the time Grace had been able to come back to himself. He was a little worried about what Simon would do next if that's what he started with.
God, I need this show to be over so I can get my hands and mouth on him, Grace thought to himself, continuing to fight that floaty feeling in his brain.
Unfortunately for Grace, Simon knows his tells, and if the looks Simon has been sending his way through their last song before the encore is any indication, Grace needed to steel himself for whatever it was that Simon had planned for the encore.
The band finished their main set and made their way back on stage, Simon grabbing the microphone once again to address the crowd.
"Okay, unfortunately this is the last song that we have for you tonight," Simon announced, pausing for the crowd to boo, some people yelling that they wanted more. "I know, I know. Don't worry, we will be back soon. Now, this song is for my sunshine. Love, would you come up here please?" Simon asked, looking at Grace.
Grace looked to one of the security guards and his best friend, both of them already moving to help Grace get over the barricade.
"Have fun, Grace," Rocky said, not able to conceal the grin on his face.
Grace, to be fair, blocked out whatever Simon was saying into the microphone as he made his way up onto the stage, only tuning back in when he was standing beside Simon and felt Simon’s fingers wrapping around his wrist, pulling him in even closer and sliding a hand into Grace's back pocket.
"Hey, Ava, mind taking over the first verse for me?" Simon asked the guitarist of the band, who nodded.
Seeing her nod, Simon turned his attention back to Grace, a wicked smirk on his face already.
He felt Simon's breath ghost across his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "On your knees, sunshine."
Grace turned, looking at Simon's face, trying to find any hint of humor or sarcasm on Simon's face, not finding any.
"Here? Are you serious?" Grace asked, suddenly extremely nervous, that floaty feeling coming back full force.
"Deadly," Simon replied, voice deep, a tell Simon had that told Grace there was no room for playing.
Simon turned, eyes searching for a venue staff member. Finding one nearby, Simon quickly requested a drink, Grace not hearing which one. Instead, he was focused on the beginning chords of Eden's song: PRETTYBOY!.
Oh god, stars, whoever is listening, please strike me down so I don't embarrass myself.
Simon turned back to Grace, an unamused excuse on his face. "Come on, sunshine. I don't have all night."
Grace takes a step back, slowly lowering down to a kneeling position, taking and crossing his wrists behind his back. He can hear the crowd's yelling and screaming distantly, his focus being on his boyfriend in front of him.
As Ava starts singing the first verse, Grace can feel Simon's body heat moving closer to him, making him whine.
Grace's breaths were becoming faster, focusing on trying not to get hard in his jeans. Grace felt Simon's hand come and rest on the front of his throat, causing him to moan.
Grace has never been more thankful than in this moment that Simon's band is a metal-core band, the bass and drums loud enough to cover the involuntary moan. Simon moves his hands from Grace's throat up to the back of his head, grabbing a handful of his hair and tilting his head up, forcing him to look up at Simon.
"Color, sunshine?" Simon asked, soft enough the mic wouldn't pick it up.
"Green," Grace answered, slipping further under.
"Open," Simon said, breathing out a small laugh.
Grace opened his mouth and let his tongue fall onto his chin. He closed his eyes partially, waiting for whatever Simon had planned. He only had to wait a few seconds before the tangy taste of lemon and the burn of vodka hit his tongue. Simon had gotten him a lemon drop shot, but in a full-size glass.
Grace's eyes shot open, meeting Simon's gaze as the drink splashed all over Grace's face. He wasn't able to stop the drink from spilling down his chin and falling onto his shirt. When Simon finished pouring the drink, he gently patted Grace's cheek and gently said, "Swallow, pretty boy. I'm not finished with you yet."
Grace blinked slowly, still fighting the allure of slipping into subspace, and swallowed, letting a shaky breath in as he swallowed the last of the drink. Before he could blink again, Simon was holding a mic in front of his face, telling him to open his mouth once again. Simon placed the handle of the mic in his mouth, making sure that it wouldn't hit his teeth. Grace was left to wonder what else Simon had planned, but didn't have to wonder for long, as Simon had leaned down next to his head and helped Ava sing the chorus of the song almost directly into his ear, warm breath ghosting across the side of his face.
"Pretty, pretty boy, look, there's no need to be coy. We both know what happens next since you've been dreaming 'bout my hands around your neck."
The shaky inhales Grace was able to get into his lungs from around the shape of the mic has caught in his throat. He moaned, hoping and praying that the mic was far enough away to not pick the sound up. Any attempt he had made to hide how Simon was affecting him was thrown to the wind, his jaw aching from the stretch of the mic as Simon finished up the chorus. As soon as the last lyrics were out of Simon's mouth, he took the mic from Grace's mouth, placing it into the mic stand.
Grace was left, mind completely quiet and reeling as Simon had stepped away, immediately missing the grounding body heat that Simon always gave off.
Grace felt the rough hands of his boyfriend settle on his cheeks. "You still with me, pretty boy?"
Grace's head was lighter than before the song, but he wasn't completely under yet. "Yes, Sir."
Simon faltered at the honorific, knowing Grace was slightly under, but wasn't expecting him to be that far under.
"Fuck, sunshine. I know it's been a while, but I wasn't expecting you to go that far under. Let's get you backstage." Simon ushered Grace to stand up, Grace slightly stumbling since his legs had gone slightly numb from kneeling for so long.
The band continued for the last part of the song as the two made their way back to the band's green room. Simon was thankful that this venue had a couch in the room as he helped Grace lie down. Simon ran his hand through Grace's hair, Grace leaning into the touch.
"I'll be right back, sunshine. We have to finish with the last song and say good night to everyone. Will you be okay for ten minutes?"
Grace's eyes had slipped close, a small smile on his face as he nodded, already starting to feel the floatiness dissipate.
"Yes, Sir. I'll be okay."
If Grace's eyes were open, he would've seen the huge smile Simon had on his face as he answered, "I know you will be, sunshine."
The songs I used are "Feed" by TX2 featuring DeathByRomy and PRETTYBOY! by Vana. All song titles and lyrics are theirs; I just used them in the fic since I am not creative enough to come up with song lyrics. Please go give those songs some love (I love DBR and Vana so much and need more people to talk to them about).
The venue the band is at is a real concert venue in San Francisco! It’s an old mortuary and was converted i to the concert venue in 2012!
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.
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.)
