#we're going back to the roots with a not so soft soft drabble

[jon-withnoh]

My back was flush against the shelves. I felt books shifting behind me, the unity of their spines forcibly broken. Her lips tasted like wine. I made an involuntary sound as Rebecca leaned in to kiss me a second time. If the way she looked at me had made me feel warm, her touch set me aflame. Briefly, ridiculously, I worried the books behind me would catch fire. I gripped Rebecca's waist, unsure whether to pull her in or push her away.

She smiled against my lips, then drew back and laughed. "I knew you had some spark in you."

Prompt 16: laughing while kissing

[heeliopheelia]

"i've missed you" (heeseung x reader)

genre: light angst, fluff word count: 1.3k requested by @probably-too-obssessed ♡

warnings: mentions of a break up, exes to lovers, crying

a/n: was the plan in my head perfect: yes. do i like the execution:... okay, ik this ain't technically a drabble but bear with me!! but anyways, we're officialy more than half done with the 1k event yayy!!

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Wiping the sleep out of your eyes, you make your way past the living room to answer the door. Knowing that only the closest people to you know the code to your apartment block's stairway, you can't help but worry as you approach the knocking on your door at such early hour. Has something happened? Did someone get hu-?

Suddenly more awake than a second before, you gape at ex-boyfriend in shock. Wide eyes scan his face, his brows slightly furrowed as he chews on his bottom lip, fingers twitching by his thighs. And you can't help but notice that he looks... the same. Yes, a little more mature now compared to the few years ago, features more defined than before but that's still most definitely Heeseung. Your Heeseung.

"What are you doing here?" You ask quietly, feet rooted into the floor as cold winter air sweeps from the stairway and engulfs your thinly-clothed body. You try to pretend that this sudden coolness is the cause of the shiver that runs down your spine but at the same time you know well that it's all because of Heeseung's relentless eyes placed on you.

"Hi," he breathes out and feels his heart coming up to his throat. Fuck, you're even prettier than he remembered. He clears his throat. "Can I come in?"

Somehow you muster the courage to nod your head and move back to open the door wider for him. As he sets his foot in your apartment, an instant wave of nostalgia and longing fills his heart to the brim and for the first time in three years Heeseung doesn't feel this void that's been constantly eating him from the inside. And it's all after spending only a minute with you again.

"I've missed you," he blurts out without wasting any more time, watching as your shoulders visibly tense. He takes a step closer and then one more, moving to stand right in front of you. "I'm sorry it took me so long to say it."

Pressing your lips together, you hide the trembling of your fingers by clenching them on the fabric of the shirt you've been sleeping in. His shirt which only now you seem to realize to be wearing and so does Heeseung as his eyes soften. And it makes him hope that maybe you too, after all this time, still keep a place in your heart for him.

Your heart pounds in your chest.

"You–," you stutter out, head full of running thoughts. Why is he here now? What's caused him to go against his manager and contract and show up at your door at 5 am? "Heeseung, where is this all coming from?"

"Ever since the night I broke up with you, there hasn't been a day without you on my mind." You can clearly see the distress and pain marring his soft features. "I'm sorry I fucked up, I never should've ended things with you back then."

And yes, you've missed him too. Yes, you've thought about him way too much for someone who's supposed to be over the relationship for at least two years now. But it's Heeseung after all. How does one simply move on from him?

But you keep a brave face and decide to be the more reasonable one out the two of you for once in your entire life. "There's nothing to apologize for, don't be ridiculous"

He scoffs, running his hand through his thick hair from frustration. "I was selfish. I dropped you for fame–"

"You left me for your dreams, Heeseung," you interrupt him with a scolding look. "And you did the right thing. I'd never want to be the one holding you back. Stop being so self-critical."

His eyes soften and he breathes out, all the tension leaving his body. "You could never hold me back, YN. I hate that only now I realized that you were the only thing that's kept me grounded. I'm no one without you."

Your heart stutters when his hands reach out and envelop your slightly trembling ones. "I don't know, Hee. There's just... There's so much happening right now, I can't think straight."

"I still love you." His words knock all the air out of your lungs and you swear you're falling. "After all this time, there's never been anyone else but you, love. I'd drop everything in an instant if you asked me to give my all to you right now. Everything loses its value when you're not there with me, I've learnt it the hard way."

"I–"

Your quiet stumbling gets cut off by his hands suddenly loosing their grip on yours. You watch as realization tinted with fear slowly creeps up on his beautiful face. All of sudden, Heeseung feels all of his muscles tensing as his heart drops down his chest, heavy and aching.

Already dreading your answer, he asks. "Do you... Do you have someone?"

"N-No!" You stutter out quickly, hands suddenly gaining a mind of their own as they desperately clutch on his again, heart wrenching as you already miss his touch even though he hasn't even fully pulled away. "I couldn't. Not after you."

"Then give us another try," he breathes out, chest feeling almost fifty pounds lighter at your quiet confession. His fingers quickly intertwine with yours as he pulls you closer with one tug. Your heart stalls when he leans down and starts kissing away the tears that you haven't even noticed started dropping down your cheeks. "All I want is you, YN. And there will never be anyone but you for me."

His lips trail down your cheeks, peppering kisses all over your jawline and chin and before you can even blink, your mouths are moving together in despair. The kiss is soaked and dripping with longing and love as you both pour all of the emotions from deep within into it. Even when your lips start to slightly burn from the saltiness of your tears and Heeseung's harsh sucks, you never even think of pulling away just for a second. It's only your muffled sob that makes the two of you part.

"I missed you so much," you cry out, trembling hand coming up to cover the bottom of your wet face. It doesn't take long for him to gently pull it away and bring it closer to him, pressing his warm lips to your knuckles. You sniffle, only to feel more tears following down your cheeks. "I've watched your every single performance, you know?" You chuckle shortly trough the sobs. The smile you sent him is wobbly and teary but so full of love it makes Heeseung feel the happiest he's been for the past couple years. "I'm so proud of you."

Your words impact him harder than he would ever admit, so before you can get the glimpse of his own eyes becoming glistening, he pulls you by your face and kisses you again, swallowing each one of your sobs and whimpers. Your hands tightly cling onto his hoodie as you find yourself becoming putty underneath his touch again. His slim fingers brush away the hair that got stuck onto your teary face, his caresses so gentle you can't help but feel your legs buckling slightly, so taking two steps backwards, you pull him on the couch along with you.

"I love you too," you whisper somewhere in between your ceasing cries and his kisses.

At that, Heeseung pulls himself up on his elbows to take in your pretty face. The face that he couldn't erase from his mind for all these years. The face that kept him awake every night until he passed out from exhaustion. The face that he loves more than anything else in this world.

And damn him if he ever found anything else that brought him as close to heaven as the sight of your swollen lips parted with a smile, blush spread over your cheeks as your eyes fill up with sparkles, looking at him as if he's collected all the stars from the sky and gave them to you. And fuck, if you really ever asked him to give you the entire moon itself, he knows that he would somehow find a way to make it happen. Because he would do absolutely anything and everything to make you happy. Even if it meant giving up his entire career – he will not make the same mistake twice and lose you again, now knowing that nothing is worth of the pain that being without you has put him through.

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[kestalsblog]

Going back to my roots because I woke up suddenly with STANMAN vibes restored 10000% to my brain and soul. I've been out of the fanfic space for a while now, but I'm hoping to inch my way back in sometime maybe 🐛 For now, here's a quick gushy romantic Stanman drabble because no matter how far I stray, I always wander back to them 🙈 Their dynamic is just the best.

This is suggestive and intended for 18+, but definitely nothing explicit. (This is a drabble in which they're already together, and Eric is head over heels and sappy for Stan in private). Both characters are in their twenties.

Stan was a beacon of light on top of Eric, the midevening sun’s dandelion-yellow beams falling aslant off the curve of his neck and shoulders. Though his face was partially shadowed, his eyes still managed to catch a stray line of gold whenever he tossed his head back and laughed.

Eric had seen a colour like Stan’s warmth-saturated eyes only once before—long ago, when he'd seen the sun strike coins at the bottom of a fountain at just the right angle to render the water lustrous and translucent, with only the faintest hint of blue shimmering out from beneath the amber light.  

“You’re staring,” commented Stan, his laughter from whatever Eric had said before melting into something more disconcerted and self-conscious. His chin sunk, spurring several long strands of dark hair to fall across his cheeks and eyelashes.

“It’s hard not to,” admitted Eric. Not just anyone got to lie in the soft grasses with someone as gorgeous as Stan Marsh straddling his waist, so he considered himself not only lucky, but sanctified.

Just yesterday, he’d been frustrated at the idea of a hike. Hours upon hours of walking, mosquito bites, and itchy grass against his socks weren’t exactly his idea of a happy Saturday. In his dread over discomfort, he’d almost forgotten how much he was willing to sacrifice for a moment like this.

As soon as they’d reached their destination today, Stan had pounced on him with the same agility and focus of the mountain lions probably stalking these woods somewhere. Eric didn’t even mind that they were both sweaty and tired anymore. Out here in the exposed face of the Earth’s barest elements, Stan was like any other woodland beast, ravenous and wild.

Normally they were patient while preparing, but this time Stan hadn’t wasted much time and effort in dropping his shorts and sinking himself onto Eric.

I guess you really haven’t been alive until you’ve listened to your lover’s moans mingle with the birdsongs, Eric told himself while he watched Stan, beautiful and gasping, rock above him. He wouldn’t say those words out loud, though. Too sappy.

“You’re beautiful,” he was willing to share instead, caressing Stan’s hips with his thumbs. Then he lifted a hand to where he’d tucked a small blueish-purple flower behind Stan’s ear earlier. Somehow, it had managed to stay in place throughout their lovemaking. Another miracle. “And sweet,” he added onto the compliment. “No wonder you’re such a problem for me. You know I’ve always been addicted to sweets.” He smiled.

“You're so different when we're alone. You always say such . . .” Stan started. His cheeks lit up pink, a sudden shy fire behind them. His sentence remained unfinished as he dipped low to kiss Eric, the bottomless light filling every crevice between their bodies so they appeared glued together with honey.

“Again, please,” he implored quietly, but no matter how gently he spoke, Eric would never miss a request like that. They'd been finished for a while, simply enjoying the presence of each other's soft and tired bodies. Now, Eric pulled Stan closer once more, embracing all of his heat joined with the sun rays imprinted into his skin.

[leilakisakabiri]

Hey love! Could you maybe please do a negative ending to Your Losing Me. Like after she says “I don’t even know if i wanna be in this relationship rn” she leaves and ofc Pablo chases her she says that “they will talk in the morning” but they obv don’t and Pablo realizes he messed up HARD. You don’t have to do it no pressure.❤️

You're Losing Me (Gavi) *Alternate Ending*

Summary: You and Gavi's relationship is slowly falling apart - and neither of you know how to save it.

Warnings: Angst. Toxic behavior. 

A/N: Hi anon thanks for the request! I'd love to do a negative ending, even though it's a bit late. Making this more of a drabble.

Read the original fic here before continuing. Masterlist

You gave him a soft smile before you put distance between the two of you, letting the rain mask the sound of you leaving.

The lights from the venue grew dimmer as you continued walking, and you spared one last glance over your shoulder before it disappeared from view, seeing Gavi’s tiny figure rooted in place, watching you leave.

after that day you didn't see Gavi again, and while for the first few days he denied it, insistent that you would call like you promised you would, his hope soon turned to anguish as he realized that day wouldn't come.

There were several days that Gavi had to physically restrain himself from driving to your house just to beg for you back. He lost you, and he knew he had no one to blame but himself.

He would be doing a task as mundane as laundry and his mind would start to wander about all the memories the two of you created in this very room - dancing around the area like a bunch of schoolchildren.

Every time the yearning for you came so did the pang of guilt. He couldn't believe that he had once had you all do himself and treated you so poorly. If only he knew how good he had it.

If someone ever granted him a wish, he decided, without a doubt, that he would go back in time and change the way things ended between you two, to save you both, and make sure that he could be the guy for you.

Once he told his friends they quietly talked amongst themselves, muttering about how it was for the better, or how it was just a matter of time till you got back together.

It was only Pedri who took time to talk to the lone midfielder, pulling him aside during a particularly rough day of practice.

"What's going on? Why are you playing so bad?"

"Today's her birthday."

That was all it took for the sympathetic look on Pedri's face to return, as he offered his friend a hug, "I'm sorry man, I know it's hard, but you just have to keep pushing."

Gavi pulled away, shaking his head, voice cracking, "It's so fucking hard. I-I miss her everyday. I just can't believe that for the rest of her birthdays, I won't get to be there."

Pedri chewed on his lip unsure of what to say, "Maybe you can get her back eventually?"

"No she won't take me back. We're over. For good." Gavi confirmed. He knew that you deserved better, and as much as it killed him, he loved you enough to want the best for you, and as much as he wished and prayed, it didn't change the fact that he knew that it wasn't him.

[vaztori]

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[drunk-on-dk]

you asked for hard thots and i can’t shake the absolute cesspit of brainrot that is vernon as your long-term-best-friend who is also your “platonic”-but-why-is-this-so-intense-why-is-he-looking-at-me-like-that date to a family wedding, in your hotel room afterwards and roasting your choice in pyjamas b4 ploughing you into the mattress😔✌🏻

anon u are so sexy for this ask ilysm <333 please tho I am EATING THIS UP, sorry it took me some time (uh oh this is NOT a drabble) but I hope you enjoy it, my dear!!! (i don't know if I did a great job making it super intense as it's a bit more lighthearted, but nonetheless, I hope it hits the mark!)

warnings: smut (minors DNI i will bite and block), some plot at the beginning, mutual pining, teasing, fem! reader but no pronouns, unprotected sex, cunnilingus (female receiving), let me know if i'm missing anything w/c: ~2.5k

"When does it end," you groan, finally peeling off those pesky heels that you've somehow managed to wear the whole wedding and falling back into the comfort of the springy hotel mattress. You're immediately curling into a little ball, hands massaging the aching balls of your feet. "This is like the millionth wedding we've been to this year."

Vernon watches you amusedly, removing his own suit jacket and discarding it onto the decorative armchair. Snorting, Vernon states the obvious, "a million weddings in one year would be impossible, Y/N."

"No shit, Sherlock," you laugh, rolling your eyes as you sit back up, already feeling your eyes falling heavy after the night you've had entertaining your family's antics. "Thanks for saving me yet again though. It's nice having a friend at these things, makes the time go by a lot faster."

A dejected sigh from Vernon goes unnoticed as you spring back up to your feet and walk to the bathroom, PJs crumpled in hand whilst you continue to ramble and rant about your family.

"But seriously, how many weddings can my family have in one year? Also, why are they so convinced we're together? I don't know how many times I have to reiterate that you are my best friend to them? They've known you for like how many years now?"

You can hear Vernon humming in agreement as you unzip your dress in the safety of the bathroom, a soft shuffling sound in the other room indicating that he is rooting through his own suitcase. You hope he doesn't hear the wavering of your voice as you mention the word 'best friend' yet again.

Admittedly, it's been slowly becoming harder to read Vernon these past few months, even though he's been your friend for as many years as you can count on two hands and then some. You had invited him to be your plus one to one of the many weddings you had to attend this year a few months ago, and ever since then you've been quelling thoughts of 'what if?'

Vernon has to suppress another snort when you emerge from the bathroom, the sudden reappearance of you in your tattered, old pajamas has him smiling crookedly in amusement.

"I'm sorry, but what are those?"

"What are what?" You look like a deer in headlights, hands dropping to your sides before taking in fistfuls of your pajama bottoms that should have been retired a long time ago. "Are you making fun of my pajamas?"

Vernon's laugh and smile are enough to make your heart feel like it's about to pound its way out of your chest, your own awkward chuckle combining with his as he approaches you.

"Y/N," he sighs, shaking his head with that ridiculous smile of his still adorning his features, eyes twinkling as he makes you spin for him. "These are ridiculous, how old are these pajamas?"

You shrug, still fisting the extremely soft material as you ponder jokingly about his question. "Maybe like 10 years. What? Do you not find Hello Kitty pajama bottoms cute?"

Vernon and you hold eye contact for a second longer until you are both bursting out into laughter.

"Cute," he ponders adoringly, pinching your arm before heading to the bathroom to change into his own pajamas. "Sure thing."

The interaction has your cheeks burning, noting the way Vernon seems to drink you in before going to change, soft eyes observing you in adoration briefly.

Yet again, you're quick to shake yourself out of it, shuffling into the hotel bed and cuddling with the heavy covers. Still, you're left to your own thoughts.

Why does he keep looking at you like that? It's that same stupid, endearing look in his eyes that seem to soften every time you come into view. It's the kind of look that makes your heart beat a little too fast for your liking. It's that kind of look that has you returning to those 'what if' thoughts.

Vernon is soon joining you in the bed, slipping under the sheets comfortably and shimmying in closer to you, utilizing your body heat as a source of warmth.

You've shared a bed with Vernon many times before, during sleepovers when you were children all the way to accompanying you in bed to make sure you were okay after a night of heavy drinking.

However, you swear with each wedding that you grow uneasier being this close in proximity to him. You are no longer able to avoid the ebbing feeling of butterflies fluttering in your lower stomach.

Vernon hums contently to himself as he relaxes deeper into the sheets and turns to face you. The soft sound of his breathing has goosebumps running down the back of your neck and you don't think you can bear to look at him, so you opt to flip around onto your side and face away from him.

You can practically feel his eyes burning a hole into the back of your head, your hair burning and ears tingling knowing that he is staring at you. It's making you feel restless, so you turn around with a hmph to face him once again.

"What," you whisper harshly, even though it's just you two in this dark, hotel room. The only bit of light is the soft, blue flickering light of the TV that Vernon refuses to turn off. "Why do you keep staring at me? You did it earlier when you picked me up for the wedding, on the dance floor, and even when I changed into my pajamas. You've been doing that too much lately."

He seems a bit guilty, jaw falling slack as his eyes become saucer-like, yet there is still a palpable tension in his stare. "What do you mean? I'm just looking at you."

"Like that!? Who looks at someone like that!" You exclaim, one hand escaping from underneath the covers to motion to his face, the other arm now propping you up to get a better look at him.

Vernon seems to be deep in thought for a second, thick eyebrows bunching up as he takes note of your frazzled demeanor. He also takes note of the undeniable blush that can still be seen even in the dim lighting.

"Y-you-" you're stuttering idiotically at this point, tripping over your words as he continues to stare intently at you.

"Does it make you uncomfortable?" His voice is soft and raspy. It shuts you up for a second as you blink stupidly down at his painfully handsome bare face.

You're falling face first into your pillow, groaning loudly and shoving your face deeper into the plush fabric to escape the prison that his gaze has you in.

"No," you mumble loudly into the pillow. "It doesn't. I just feel weird."

He's laughing and it has you smiling like a fool into the pillow. There go those darn butterflies in your stomach again. "It makes you feel weird?"

You sit back up, this time crossing your legs and readjusting so you're not laying next to him. He's way too calm and cool for your liking, not liking the way his lips fall into a lopsided smile as he watches you adjust yourself.

"I don't know, Vernon. I don't know what I feel when you stare at me like that."

"Do you like it?" He's still unserious, but his voice is teetering between what seems like amusement and hopefulness. Your hands are subconsciously playing with the tattered hem of your pajama bottoms, and the habitual motion is enough for Vernon to grasp your hand with his.

"Maybe."

One heartbeat.

Another heartbeat.

Oh god, your ears are pounding from the way he's looking at you.

Vernon is tugging on your hand and pulling you into him, soft lips colliding with yours and knocking the wind out of you.

"Do you like this," he pulls away for a second, seeming just as breathless as you.

"Yes, I do."

"Cool," it's such a Vernon response, but in this case it's almost dizzying. With that, he's pulling you back in, lips hungrily reconnecting with yours, and both of his hands are coming up to cup your face to help guide you as he licks into your mouth.

The kiss is just as intense as his stare, almost as if Vernon is channeling all that pent-up energy into the delicate care and passion encapsulated by his lips on yours.

You feel as if you could overheat when his hands travel from your jaw all the way down to your hips, playing with the waistband of your pajamas. He grabs hold of your hips and flips you onto your back, never once disconnecting from you as he nibbles and suckles on your bottom lip.

"These," he finally breaks away, eyes roaming wildly over your features, and snapping the waistband of your bottoms against your skin. "These ridiculous things have to go."

"Please," you mewl, eyes screwed shut in need as his fingertips continue to tease at your hipbones. "Take them off, Vernon."

He's chuckling, but this time it's almost teasing, the sound making arousal burn at your core when he begins to tug at your bottoms. Your hips buck upwards to help him slip the slinky material off your body, ultimately turning Vernon's chuckle into a pained groan upon being greeted by your dripping pussy.

"Y/N," he mumbles softly, hands running up and down your thighs after discarding your bottoms. "Can I please?"

"Can you please what?" You know what he's asking, but seeing him look so desperate between your legs has you wanting to hear it directly.

"Can I taste you?"

You're nodding profusely, yelping in pleasure when he dives down between your legs, rough hands wrapping around both your thighs to keep you still as his wet tongue comes in contact with your throbbing clit.

"Fuck," you're immediately panting, his tongue working quickly as it runs firm circles around your clit. Vernon is staring up at you from between your thighs, thick eyebrows raised and dark, hungry eyes catching yours once again. "F-fuck, Vernon, you're giving me that look again."

This time he raises one brow, tongue running down your pussy and plunging teasingly into your sopping cunt. "What look?" He mumbles into your core, "taste so good, Y/N."

At this point, the warmth and pressure of his tongue has you reeling, the burning pit of arousal in your lower stomach heightening as he continues to messily eat you out. You're soon pushed over the edge, walls pulsing as Vernon continues to work his tongue from your little hole to your clit.

You're fisting a handful of his hair, feeling overstimulated way too fast after your first release, and pulling him back up. He's quick to engulf you in another kiss, the flavor of your lips and juices like ecstasy on his tongue.

He's shuffling out of his own pajama bottoms as you plea between fleeting kisses, begging to have him fill you. Vernon's innocence resurfaces for a minute as he panics, realizing there is no way he packed a condom. (He's not looking for a random hook-up at your family weddings, nor did he think this would ever actually happen, no matter how long he's pined over you.)

"Fuck, Vernon," you moan, pussy throbbing in need as Vernon continues to rut his length teasingly between your folds whilst he searches for a condom anywhere - maybe there is one in his wallet. "Just fuck me without one. I'm clean and on the pill."

"Ah," he hisses, the thought of you taking him raw making him feel like he could burst. "I'm clean too, are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure," you confirm, hands grabbing at him to pull him closer to you.

"F-Fuck, Y/N," he's obliging, his thick, leaky tip dipping in between your folds and sinking into your tight, little cunt. His body shakes as he plunges deep inside of you, hips bottoming out and getting sucked in completely by your walls.

You're shaking too, heavy breaths soothing you as you adjust to his thickness and length. He wasn't massive, but he was more than enough to deliciously stretch you out. Vernon's convinced he could bust just from the feeling of your walls fluttering and adjusting around him, staring down at you with starry eyes as your face contorts in pleasure.

Vernon suddenly feels as if he has a purpose, watching as your jaw falls slack when he experimentally pulls out just to thrust back in, immediately finding the spongey spot deep in your core.

He's addicted to your reactions, the way you look so beautiful with each precise thrust and spear of his cock inside of you. He's memorizing the way your eyes roll back and clamp shut, remembering how your pouty lips scream his name, noting how your cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink.

Vernon's come to realize he can't get enough of you. He's going to forever be hooked on everything about you, and now that he's tasted and felt your perfect pussy, you won't ever get rid of him.

This passion he feels is reflected in the way he roughly fucks you, hips snapping into yours just to pull another delightful moan from your lips. You can feel the bed rocking as he fucks even deeper into your pussy, legs wrapping tightly around his waist as you feel your impending orgasm build.

His motions slowly become sloppy, and the explicit squelching of your walls sucking him in has him groaning with each messy rut of his hips. Vernon is still keen on watching you though, wanting to see your features as you come undone beneath him.

"C'mon, Y/N," he beckons, his length continuing to fill you so perfectly as your walls flutter around him. He can feel you getting impossibly tighter, loving the way your legs keep him close as he pounds into you. "Look at me, please, let me see you."

You're listening to him, eyes opening to look back at him in the same way he's looking at you. There's that damn look again, but this time it has you falling apart for him. The way your walls spasm around his cock and the orgasmic glow of your features has him coming with you, filling you deeply with his cum as your core throbs in pleasure from the intensity of your orgasm mixing with his.

You're absolutely fucked out, the two of you breathless as Vernon reluctantly pulls out, and opts to clean you up quickly. You can't help but hide your face when he happily joins you back in bed, that same stupid look on his features that landed him here in the first place.

You're positive you'll be receiving a noise complaint from the hotel. Hopefully, none of the other wedding guests are staying around you, especially after you've been parading around with him as your "platonic" friend for the past few months (ahem, years).

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so. i would LOVE to hear or maybe read your thots on this pic:

OH MY.

So many thots.

Okay, so I'm working off the pretence that this is Aemond with his spouse and not his brother (sorry Aegond stannies, not a ship I sail on)

Aemond is really respectful of women, as we've seen from the series. He does not care to indulge in the activities within pleasure houses, clearly loves his sister and dotes on his mother. With this in mind, I don't think it's in Aemond's nature to be sexually aggressive. He adores his wife and when he's built up a strong foundation of trust and mutual respect he is open to being more playfully adventurous with her.

We're going to assume that this is where the relationship is at for this little drabble. NSFW. 18+ below the cut.

You huffed a restless sigh, listlessly ruffling the pages of the book in your lap. You'd lost interest in its contents ages ago, desperate for something else to occupy your time.

You glanced over to your husband, every bit the image of handsome Targaryen prince, as the crackling fire cast shadows across his sharp jaw and pert lips. His white hair shone like a halo in its light. He was still engrossed in the tome he held between his long fingers.

"A History of Dornish Lore"

You rolled your eyes. How boring. You couldn't muster the energy to ask about it.

"Aemond, I'm bored" you whined, your tone bordering on insolent brattiness.

"Mmm", he hummed, not looking up from his reading, "That's a shame."

You scowled, vexed that your beloved would scorn you so.

"Aemond, I want something to do!" You leaned forward, fingertips caressing his knee.

His violet eye flickered upwards to regard you briefly, before returning to the pages. "Perhaps Helaena is in need of some company?" he said offhandedly.

You didn't doubt it. Aegon barely gave her the time of day. She had only her handmaidens and the children for company. But it wasn't your sister in law's attention that you craved.

"I want your company, husband" you insisted, standing up and snatching the book from his grasp.

Aemond's head snapped up, but he stayed rooted in his seat. "Dovodedha riña", he chastised, but there was no real anger in his voice. You could tell from the playfulness of his smirk. Silly girl.

You held the book aloft, a soft giggle falling from your lips as your stared down at your husband. A silent challenge.

"Tepagon bona arlī," he commanded, "Iā kesā sagon vaoreznuni." Give that back, or you will be sorry.

"You'll have to catch me first!" You turned and ran from your shared apartments, you footfalls echoing along the flagstones as you heard Aemond move to pursue you.

"Iksan jāre naejot jiōragon ao" he taunted from behind you. I'm going to get you.

Your giggles became maniacal as you found your way into the empty Council chambers. As your eyes darted around the room, scoping out the best place to hide, you gasped as two strong arms encircled your waist, pulling you back into your husband's chest.

"Jiōraton ao." he whispered. Got you.

He spun you to face him, snatching the book from your grasp and depositing it on the nearest available surface. Aemond crowded your space, backing you up until the backs of your thighs met with the edge of the Council's meeting table.

Gently, but with enough force to ensure your body was pliant, Aemond pushed you to lay back.

You struggled against your husband, attempting to sit up. "Aemond, what are you..."

You shuddered as he placed a hand to your throat. Not applying any real pressure, more of a gesture to hold you in place and let you know that there was nowhere for you to go.

His other hand began hiking up your skirts. His deft fingers were quick to find your centre; wet, warm and ready for him.

Your back arched as he swiped his fingers through the wet folds. Mewling as his thumb began to circle the area where you needed attention most.

"Gūrogon nyke", he hissed, suddenly spearing you with his index and middle fingers, curling them upwards against the spongy spot inside of you. Take me.

Your mouth fell into a slack 'o' at the delicious drag and stretch. Each touch sending sparks of white hot electricity along your spine, until the familiar tautness in your lower belly began to build.

"Aemond...I..." you stuttered.

He gave you a knowing smirk, speeding up his ministrations, until finally you came apart with a cry, hands flying up to grab his biceps for support.

You panted heavily, finally becoming more lucid and with it the horrifying realisation of just how public what you'd engaged in was. Anyone could have caught you.

"Aemond, this was completely inappropriate!" you gaped up at him, still stuffed full of his fingers with his hand around your throat.

"Mmmm", he murmured. "And yet", he whispered, bending so that his lips grazed the shell of your ear, "You still came. Little slut."

Your cheeks were ablaze as he withdrew his fingers from you, holding them out for you to suck clean.

You complied obediently, expecting him to free himself from his trousers and enter you once you'd finished. You looked on in horror as instead he turned, grabbed his book and exited the Council chambers, leaving you alone to straighten yourself out.

"He'll pay for that later", you thought.

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#5

hiiiiiiiiii it's me again, another prompt, here it goes “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” + either geraskier (cause i'm a simple bee) or your choice

hiiiiii again bee i'm a simple salt so have exactly 100 words of geraskier (implied, anyway) in a thunderstorm!! (send me a character/pairing and a prompt and I’ll write you a drabble!)

Jaskier hates getting wet. It makes his clothes stick to his body, which makes him want to crawl out of his skin. Unfortunately for him, it's started raining, and Geralt has stopped walking. 

"Geralt," Jaskier begins, "we're in the middle of a thunderstorm, and you want to stop and feel the rain?"

Geralt doesn't turn around. "Lighting's not going to hit us."

"That's not—"

Now Geralt does turn around. "You don't like the rain," he says, softly, like it's a revelation. "Okay. Let's find shelter."

If it wasn't for the rain, Jaskier would be rooted to the ground with shock.

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hi. hello. how about 45. “Tell me a secret.” for some soft geraskier in these trying times?

hello. it's not mentioned, but the grass they're lying on is very soft, so I hope that suffices! (send me a character/pairing and a prompt and I’ll write you a drabble!)

“Tell me a secret,” Jaskier says. It’s a pleasant summer evening, and they’re lying next to each other in the grass, looking up at the stars.

“Why?” Geralt asks.

“I’ll go first,” Jaskier continues, undeterred. “I love you."

Geralt snorts. "That's not a secret."

"It is!" Jaskier insists. "There's a lot of people that don't know that about me."

"Not for lack of trying."

"Tell me a secret?" Jaskier says, again.

Geralt relents. "Okay. I love you too."

And Jaskier beams. It's no secret that Geralt loves him, but if it makes Jaskier smile like that, he will gladly pretend.

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Knight’s Spurs

G / wc: 857 / summary: When Geralt arrives back from a hunt, he gets a rather unexpected welcome.

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It's not often that Geralt comes back from a hunt being welcomed by the town that hired him, though it's been happening more often lately. He doesn’t quite understand it, but who is he to deny what the world sees fit to throw his way? Sooner or later, it will change, but he is in no hurry to see that happen.

(He’s not entirely stupid, he knows Jaskier has had something to do with it—what he doesn’t get is how Jaskier ever managed to do it, or why he even bothered to in the first place. Or why he’s still doing it.)

Perhaps the most baffling part of his welcome is, after he’s received the reward—which they gave to him, just like that—a child comes up to him (to him!) and offers him a tall purple flower. He freezes, unsure of what to do, acutely aware that the townspeople are all watching him. He wonders if the child knows no one’s ever offered him a flower before.

“Thank you,” he says softly, as he takes the flower in his hand. The child grins, then runs off, presumably to join their parents.

Then the moment’s gone, the people continue to go about their day, and it’s like nothing ever happened. Except for the fact he is still holding that flower.

“Geralt!” he hears a voice from behind him. It’s Jaskier, bouncing up to him, as if excited to see him. “You’re back! How did it go?”

“Fine,” Geralt replies.

Jaskier pouts. “How am I meant to write a ballad on just the word ‘fine’? Honestly, Geralt, do you not know how songwriting works?” Geralt raises an eyebrow. “You didn’t specify.” Jaskier huffs. “I’m not letting you off that easily, trust me, tonight I'll—why are you holding a flower?”

“A child gave it to me,” Geralt replies simply. “I accepted it.”

Jaskier blinks. “Why?” “You’d have to ask the child. I didn’t. Would have been rude”

“Right, yeah, that’s—never mind.” Jaskier runs a hand through his hair. “I expect you’re tired and dirty—” he pauses, quickly glancing at Geralt, “—yep, definitely dirty, so I’ve taken the liberty of asking for a bathtub and some hot water. Let’s get you bathed, and since it’s this late, it’s probably best if we stay the night, I’ve asked, they don’t mind, I just had to give a concert, quite enjoyable, really—”

Now that he’s mentioned it, Geralt would like a bath, actually. Jaskier prattles on all the way to their room, and Geralt lets him. So long as Jaskier doesn’t need him to pay attention to all of it, he can talk as much as he likes.

“...and so I thought... Geralt? Are you planning to hold that flower in the bath, too?” Jaskier’s voice cuts through his reverie, and belatedly, Geralt realises he probably expects a response to that question.

“...no,” he grunts, and lays the flower on the table next to the tub.

The rest of the evening proceeds as normal. Bathing takes a little less longer, because he didn’t get as dirty, but that’s not entirely out of the ordinary. A little more out of the ordinary is the flower, and if he carefully puts it next to his bedside, no one needs to know.

(Jaskier might know, but he doesn’t comment on it. Geralt appreciates that.)

The next morning proceeds as normal, too. Geralt wakes up feeling refreshed, but that’s not entirely out of the ordinary. A little more out of the ordinary is the flower, still where he’d put it last night, and if he carefully picks it up to take it with him, no one needs to know.

(Jaskier might know, but he doesn’t judge him for it. Geralt appreciates that.)

“I see you’ve still got the flower,” Jaskier says, smiling softly, and well, that answers that.

“I have,” Geralt confirms.

“I hadn’t thought you were one for flowers,” Jaskier continues, idly playing with his hair. “You continue to surprise me every day.”

Geralt shrugs. “I couldn’t very well refuse it, even if I loathed flowers.”

Jaskier knits his brows. “Couldn’t you?” he says, so quietly Geralt isn’t sure he meant to say it at all.

“Why would I have?” Geralt replies. “It’s not like the flower was going to hurt me. And besides, people probably would have gotten angry if I’d made the child cry.”

Jaskier smiles at that, but this time, it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Geralt doesn’t know what to make of it. When Jaskier stays quiet, he doesn’t know what to make of that, either.

No need to dwell on things he doesn’t understand. He tucks the flower behind his ear, so that his hands are free. “Are you ready?” he asks Jaskier, who nods—still not saying anything—and stands up. “Let’s go, then.”

After they’re out of town, Jaskier starts rambling on about something or other—Geralt isn’t quite paying attention, but he knows Jaskier doesn’t mind that—just as normal, and Geralt almost forgets he’d been silent for as long as he was. Almost.

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