#sweaty writes

[sweetpupii]

Yall hear me out, caitlyn x library assistant reader 🫦🌚

They're dating. And bonus points if Caitlyn visits the reader after her training sesh with Ambessa

BOOKSHELF BACKSHOT KIRAMMAN SPECIAL 💥💥💥💥🔫🔫🔫🔫

i want her so bad you guys don't understand !!!

cw - a literal quickie so rushed ig?, semi-public, fingering.

the library was dimly lit, the scent of old books lingered in the air and the pleasant silence made the environment more comfortable.

it was no surprise that this place was practically empty this late at night.

you had just finished organizing a new shipment of books, your fingertips brushing the spine of a particularly weathered volume. looks like people really have a thing for old romance novels.

“are you busy?” caitlyn’s familiar voice appeared from behind, keeping an appropriate volume to not break any rules and get both of you in trouble ( even if the librarian at the entrance was fast asleep ), as her hands attached themselves to your hips. thumbs curling around the belt loops of your pants to tug you closer.

her hair clung to her forehead, a sheen of sweat on her skin could be seen due to the low light, still dressed in her tight workout gear.

she usually took a shower immediately after sparring, needing a good amount of warm water to soothe her aching muscles, also washing the adrenaline and sweat away—looks like today she had other needs in mind.

“oh, hey” the pretty smile on your face as you looked over your shoulder reminds her why she wanted to come see you. “I'm not that busy.”

caitlyn's lips trailed gentle kisses over the exposed skin of your shoulder right above the neckline of your top as her hands went under it to rest on your waist.

“shouldn’t you be at home?”

“I should be,” she admitted, her voice low as she pressed her lips to the nape of your neck, hands ( not so ) discreetly sliding up your torso to cup your chest, “but I really wanted to be with you first.”

“cait—” your protest was weak, your words coming out in a sigh. it was painfully obvious that your girlfriend wasn't satisfied with just some kisses and words.

“it’s just us,” she replied, her tone carrying a blend of reassurance and raw need. her front pressed against your back, wanting to be even closer. “I promise you it won't take long.”

her fingers made their way to the waistband of your pants, unbuttoning and tugging them down just enough to bare you to her. the cool air against your bare skin contrasting sharply with the heat of her body. caitlyn’s hand moved down your abdomen to in between your thighs, her other arm wrapping around your waist to keep you steady.

“stay quiet for me, love,” she whispered, her lips brushing your ear. the words and the way she moved your panties to the side sent a shiver down your spine, her fingers slid past your folds to your entrance, feeling the wetness against the tips of her fingers.

lucky for you, the heel of her hand did press against your clit. no piece of you left untouched.

the sound of her breath, heavy and uneven against your neck, filled the space between the shelves. her movements were deliberate. her hips rocked against you, mirroring the rhythm of her hand as her lips left a trail of kisses and soft bites—she also needed friction after all.

“if we get caught I'll kill you…” a breathy, almost broken whisper slipped out of your lips the second her fingers finally buried themselves deep inside you once it was wet enough. no matter how much you verbally complain, your body will always let her in like she belongs there.

( and fuck, she loves that. )

“shut up then.” her voice was quiet and somewhat gentle even while she forced your mouth shut by putting her free palm over it. the clenching around her fingers as she did—that makes it a bit hard to keep pumping in and out your warm cunt—doesn't go unnoticed though.

keeping that reaction in mind, she held your face more firmly—using her front to push you forward against the shelves, one of your hands shakily holding a pair of books to prevent them from falling. now you have to organize them again! thanks a lot, caitlyn.

not that you can complain right now.

every sound that comes out of your lips is muffled by her palm as her fingers curl just right in a pace that makes your mind blurry, eyes closing on their own. even if your hips are trembling and your knees threaten to give up, she's not ceasing her movements. ( your responses are so damn encouraging. )

she can feel her own underwear getting damp and sticking to her skin every time she moves her hips, just knowing the effect she has on you makes her want to reach in between her own legs to get rid of that familiar burning sensation—or have you in between her legs, that also works.

“stop whining,” she mumbled against your skin, holding back a small laugh, looking down at the way your hand quickly tapped against her side to get her to stop for at least one second.

spoiler alert: it's not going to work.

she's determined to make you cum, to see the warm tears falling from your eyes, to feel your body tremble and lean back against her own. it doesn't matter if her muscles are on fire from recently training, she will keep going.

she deserves it, right?

it didn't take long until your body quivered, the pressure inside building until it was unbearable. practically forcing bite your lower lip and squeeze your eyes shut as if it would help to stifle the cry that threatened to break the library's peace.

caitlyn had to wrap her arm around you, her breath hot and ragged against your neck as she pressed a lingering kiss to your sweat-damp skin. “have I told you how gorgeous you look?” she murmured, her voice low and warm. carefully pulling her now creamy white coated fingers out of you.

“horny bastard, can't even work in peace…” you managed to pant before she pushed her digits past your lips, making you lick and suck your own fluid off them.

caitlyn kiramman is, indeed, a horny bastard.

masterlist ♡ taglist — @patronagrona

[jesuistrestriste]

Art Donaldson with literal loser reader? This is for the netizens of the world who don’t do anything but homely activities. Like for the depraved girls/nbs/boys whoever frfr like? Reader who’s obsessed w him, met him through a friend or sm??

art knows you don’t get out much.

he knows you’d prefer to stay inside and obsessively scroll twitter or tumblr or play video games as opposed to accompanying him to a party on campus.

by now, he knows all of your little habits that you’ve developed through your early youth and have grown to enjoy more than anything. he accepts them, because he accepts you.

but he also can’t deny that he’d love to take you out more than you usually let him.

he wants to take you out to a club and grab your hips and rut into your backside while you two drunkenly dance. and he wants to show you off to his friends when they all go out to the bar.

so when he fucks you.. he sometimes lets this stuff slip.

he’s pushing you down into the bedding and moaning into your neck, little gasps punctuating each roll of his hips against yours as he fills you with every single girthy inch of him. he reaches down for one of your hands and directs it to the back of his blonde locks, silently pleading with you to tug on them the way he likes.

“fuh-fuck,” he groans, his eyes rolling back as he gets close, “nobody even knows we’re dating… you— mngh—! you gotta come out with me this weekend… ohh god..”

and you pull on his hair and wrap your legs around him; your insides too stirred up to form a response. you feel him pummeling the deepest parts of your walls with an intensity that only washes in when he’s aching for something.

“… but.. ungh, fuck fuck fuck, i.. i think you like it, don’t you? staying in when im out… letting me come back to you at the end of the night and stuff my dick into this pretty hole of yours… letting me use you… AH— baby—! fuckkk, i’m gonna come inside you— i’m gonna come inside you, ’m gonna fucking— ohh god, please—“

and then he’s pulling himself out and slamming back in once, twice, three times before he lets out an anguished moan and spills warmly into your body; coating your parts in a thick, sticky, milky dose of desperation and longing as he pulls your back up into an arch while you yelp under him. he presses his stomach to yours as he rides out his high.

he so desperately wants you to quit the internet so that he can take you out properly and show you all of the ways he can make you happy.

he knows you liked him first—he was told that you’d had a huge crush on him—but none of it really mattered now. he’s obsessed with you too, so..

why won’t you let him show the world?

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; male!reader

staring up at toji with your lips wrapped around his dick, your hands resting behind your back like the good boy that you are – he thinks you fucking look exceptional.

drool trickles from the corners of your lips as you tongue at his foreskin, the sensitive sensation making his jaw fall slack. a layer of sweat coats his skin; toji's glad the wall's there to steady him because he feels like he might faint. it's hot, way too hot. he's wearing too many clothes but he doesn't even want to imagine telling you to stop.

there's an ache in your knees but you couldn't care any less for it – toji's pleasure is your first and utmost priority at this moment. you know you'll be flaunting gorgeous bruises tomorrow, the best remainders of your good work. you also know that he'll be kissing them better. he always does.

you part your lips further to take more of him in your mouth, holding back the gag as he hits the back of your throat. you try to keep your eyes on him though because to see him unraveling like this is a treat; there's a cute flush to his cheeks and the tips of his ears, and the way he's groaning. and panting. he looks fucking hot.

one of his hands rests on the back of your head – he's not really pushing, more so just keeping you in place; nose brushing against the unruly black strands of hair that sprout at the base of his cock, spit dribbling down his heavy balls as you swallow around him.

"fuuuck, baby... "

the nickname makes your own cock twitch, the mess in your boxers getting worse by the second. there was simply no time to remove yours or his clothes – you were on him the second he got home, his complaints about being sweaty and dirty gone unheard as you hungrily latched onto his neck. when you insisted that that's what makes him even sexier, he could only laugh at your neediness but who's he to refuse you of anything? how could he when he felt your hot tongue against his skin and your hand on his hardening bulge?

so, here he is now – balls deep in your warm and tight throat, curses falling from his lips like they're the only words he knows. they keep tumbling out, one right after the other, and every single one of them goes straight to your aching member. you're so hard that it's starting to hurt but you love it. it's the most delicious kind of pain there is – you can never get enough of it.

air can't reach your lungs anymore and slight panic seeps into your body but toji doesn't miss anything, not even when his head is in the clouds. his hand stays cradling your cheek as you pull off of him, chuckling darkly at you trying to catch your breath. his baby.

toji leans down while holding your jaw and whispers against your messy lips. "yer s'fucking perfect, did ya know that?"

and then he kisses you properly; he feels you smiling into him and he can taste himself on your tongue and it's all making him dizzy. he moans into your mouth before matching your lewd grin. his other hand comes to rest on your cheek aswell as if he's afraid that you're going to slip from his hands any given second. he needs to be closer, he needs to devour you. he needs to have you all to himself.

your fingers sink into his hair, roughly tugging at the roots while pressing your thighs together for any sort of relief. toji's practically eating your face and you fucking love it; he's never been one to stray from anything sloppy – quite the opposite really, he fucking loves it. your own drool finds the hand that's holding your chin and he just wants... more.

he licks the inside of your mouth, groaning when you turn to suck on his tongue next. pre-cum drips out of his slit; there's a puddle between the two of you – a mixture of you and him together.

but then he's pulling away with a pop to praise you some more because toji would rather sink six feet below ground than to miss out on seeing the hearts shine in your eyes at his words. "my good boy, yeah?"

nodding your head, you give him a cunning little smirk before pushing him backward, forcing him to rest against the wall again, giving you enough room to continue slobbering all over him. toji's head falls back with a thud and his eyes press themselves shut as you suckle on his sensitive tip like it's some type of candy. that's what always breaks him.

that and—

you cup his big balls and toji lets out a gasp, his fist tightening in your hair. they're all wet as a result of your heavenly mouth and it makes you feel proud. you tug on them just a little and his eyes crack open; two dark orbs stare down at you and you know he's close. you give him a hum and let the vibrations run through his body. the sounds that emit from your actions fill the entire room and it's so, so filthy that they make toji's abdominal muscles contract. he can't hold it in anymore, he can't.

locking eyes with him is all he needs to suddenly spill down your throat, his salty cum flooding your mouth on instant. there's so fucking much of it – you try to swallow as much as you can but let the rest pour over your lips. you know he loves it.

and he really does think you look exceptional. toji doesn't know what he did to deserve you – what'd he do to deserve someone, who treats him like some king. who loves him like you do.

heaving like he just ran a marathon, toji takes a few seconds to compose himself before sending you a lazy, lovesick smile. he wipes the last tear that's running over the apple of your cheek before tugging you up on your feet and you immediately stumble into his chest, your knees dead from sitting on them for so long. hiding your face in his pecs, you both chuckle quietly at your own fucked state of being.

"'m fallin' for you, toji..."

you hear another thud and you know the exact expression he has on his face right now – head lolled back once more, his eyes closed with a stupidly handsome smirk on his face. "ya just had me down yer throat and now yer makin' jokes? ya really are something, huh?"

all bark, no bite.

"you love me."

his hands rest on the small of your back, slowly and smoothly inching toward the waistband of your pants. you're about to scold him for not saying it back but then you feel his lips against the top of your head.

"i really fucking do."

[babooshkart]

“hey there, sugarlips”

read Not Quite Shining by @senseoftheday on Ao3 (this is the modern renfaire griddlehark fic of my dreams and i have thought about it every day since i read it a year ago)

[muirmarie]

mcspirk where spock, having grown up on vulcan, prefers it warmer when he sleeps (and/or meditates in the bed with them), and kirk, having gotten used to sleeping under a lot of blankets when he was recovering from the severe malnutrition of tarsus (a side effect of which is that he was always cold), still prefers to sleep under a bunch of blankets as a comfort thing...

and yet somehow mccoy, who tends to run a little warm when sleeping anyway, keeps getting stuck in the ninth circle of hell that is the middle of the bed, covered in layers of blankets, in a room with the heat raised, scowling at the ceiling at the fact that kirk and spock are such goddamn light sleepers that if he tries to crawl out of the bed they will a) wake up, and b) immediately turn into octopuses and refuse to let him leave, and he will a) still be stuck there, but now b) even warmer because they'll be holding onto him like their life depends on it...

this happens at least three times a week

(listen he may be a georgia boy, but they had air conditioning, thanks!!)

[celestial-grls]

thinking abt what it'd be like to take a yoga class with paige. maybe yoga is actually your thing and you like to go to the yoga studio a few times a week, it's become a part of your routine just like how paige has basketball. she has a little time off and gets the bright idea to join you for one of your classes. "i think it'll be fun. we can go together, get acai bowls afterwards, i get to stare at your ass in yoga pants..." she says. you don't need any convincing and you think it's nice paige wants to try one of your hobbies. once you've settled in, she didn't realize how hot the room would be. "baby, you didn't tell me we were going to hot yoga." "what do you mean? this is a hot yoga studio, p." she's out of her element, sweating so much more than she expected to. there's a point in which the instructor has everyone hold a pose for extra long. you glanced over at her and had to stifle giggles when you saw how badly she was grimacing. poor baby actually looked like she was in pain. when the class finally ended, your instructor told paige "you could learn a thing or two from Y/N, she's one of my best students" and winked at her. paige teases, "i don't know, for someone who does so much yoga she isn't the most patient teacher." you scoff and lightly smack her arm. when you get acai bowls after you ask for extra nutella on her's since she worked so hard today :( and you tell her "you did good, baby. maybe you can come with me more often?" "i'll let you know when i stop feeling the pulse on the back of my knee and think about it."

[biblicallyaccuratestiles]

Alive Hale Family!AU

STILES: "Do you know how to use Pinterest?"

DEREK: "Uh... I guess?"

STILES: "Great, I want a summer wedding."

[depressiondiaries]

Can't get over construction worker!toji watching you like the pretty little thing you are on your phone hurrying to a meeting trying to open this god damn water bottle you just bought. He's eyeing you up and down with a smirk and then suddenly

"Ma'am"

He points at your bottle "I could help help you out with that"

Awestruck you stare at this man who looked like he was carved by god himself, wife beater on, hair sticking to his forehead and god...his arms, sweaty and filthy with something black all in their muscular glory.

He notices you gawking at him but knows you wouldn't appreciate his teasing, you're not that kind of woman.

"Ma'am?" he smiles even wider at you looking up at his eyes with a blush.

"Hmm? oh yes thank you that would be great!"

You swear at yourself for the too excited enthusiasm in your voice and hand him the water bottle which he opens without a hint of struggle. Was he flexing more than normal or was that your imagination betraying you.

"Thank you.."

"My pleasure"

He tips his head at you with that same smirk and you swear you were about to fall on your knees from this man's oozing manly charisma. Straighting up you smile at him and quickly rush away.

Toji smirks back at his fellow construction buddies who just look at him with disgust, very used to him getting all the women at his feet, the worst part? he wasn't even trying.

"You gotta stop doing that" one of them says with a disgusting but also jealous look on his face

"Doin' what? not my fault pretty girls don't look at y'all"

Groans could be heard from his mates while he laughs and gets back to work but before that he turns around one last time to see you walking away to your office thinking of a way to get to see you again.

[plistommy]

When Eddie comes back to his trailer from one of his Corrored Coffin’s gigs, all sweaty and smelling like cigarettes, Steve finds it hot every single time.

He’d stare at this boyfriend as he’d yap about his gig and how big the crowd was while taking his clothes off, tight leather pants and firm tank top under his vest, damp with sweat.

Once Eddie threw his top to the floor, Steve had to swallow his moan when his boyfriends shirtless body was on full display, tattoos and nipples hard and all for Steve’s hungry eyes to see.

”Like what you’re seeing?” Eddie grins, pulling Steve away from his dirty thoughts as his eyes finally land on Eddie’s.

”I - uh… yeah. You look really fucking hot.”

Steve sounded so breathless.

Eddie chuckled before he slowly moved to stand beside the bed, legs sliding between Steve’s spread legs as he took his boyfriend's blushed face in his hands.

”You should’ve seen me on the stage. I would’ve made a big show for you, baby.” Eddie murmured, voice slightly hoarse from singing, or more like from screaming.

He pushed Steve’s fallen bangs back, massaging his scalp a little which made Steve bite back a moan.

He had wanted to come and see Eddie’s gig so badly, but his shift hadn’t ended until 12 am - thanks to the holidays - and Corroded’s gig had started an hour before that, so he had just come to Eddie’s place to wait and meet his boyfriend there.

The knowledge still made him pout.

”I know, Eddie- I should’ve, I’m sorry,” Steve whined when Eddie tugged his hair back, making his wet mouth form into a pretty o shape as Eddie looked down at him.

”Don’t apologize, sweetheart.” Eddie caressed his cheek softly and leaned down to kiss him, making Steve moan as he finally felt his boyfriend’s lips on him.

When Eddie pulled back, he gave Steve’s nose a small peck before taking a step back - hand still holding Steve’s cheek - and grabbing the towel from his chair.

Steve hadn’t even realized Eddie had gotten naked.

He couldn’t help but to glance at the nice and thick dick between them.

”I’ll take a quick shower-” Eddie didn’t get to finish because Steve let out a pitiful cry on the bed.

”Nooo—Eddie, please! I need you!”

Eddie looked taken back for a whole two seconds before a knowing smirk creeped its way up to his face.

”You need me?” Steve nodded and Eddie grinned more, ”How?”

”I… I- I need you to fuck me.”

Steve didn’t give a single crap that he sounded so needy and honestly, like a slut. He always has been and he had no shame in that. No shame in begging for his boyfriend's cock.

”I haven’t showered.”

It was like Eddie wanted to be a tease on purpose.

He knew how Steve got off of seeing him getting ready for a gig, at the gig and after it. Eddie was always the hottest he’s ever been when he was doing the things he loved.

Playing, singing and fucking Steve.

And he knew Steve got riled up about his smell, even once catching him jerking off while breathing in Eddie’s sweaty shirt after a gig.

He had fucked Steve stupid, feeding his cock into that tight heat and thrusting his cock in and out so fast that it had made Steve’s toes curl as he cried for more with the shirt still planted next to his face.

So, Eddie acting like he needed to shower was out of the question.

”Doesn’t matter, Eds. I need you to fuck me right now, please please pleaaaaase…” Steve cried as he desperately got on his knees on the bed, not even close to the same level with Eddie’s face, but still closer as he wrapped his arms around Eddie’s neck.

”I need your dick inside me.” He whispered against Eddie’s lips and Eddie let out a breathless laugh as his hands came down to squeeze Steve’s ass through his underwear.

”A needy boy.”

”Yes-yes!” Steve nodded hurriedly and kissed Eddie.

Eddie just smiled against his lips before wrapping his hands around the back of Steve’s thighs and manhandling him to lay on his back.

Steve let out a laugh when Eddie came to lay between his legs, body still sticky with sweat.

”You really have a thing for a sweaty and smelly metalhead? I’m surprised I’m not grossing the little Stevie out.”

”Never, Eddie” A kiss, ”God you’re so hot you have no idea.”

”I may have a small hunch.” Eddie grinned and dived right into Steve’s neck, making the younger boy moan happily under him as he was finally able have his boyfriend this close and just smell.

[supernotnatural2005]

Imagine sending Jensen a thread of filthy texts whilst watching him perform a gig 👀

AN: This was purely based off of this gif set. Because hot damn!!! 🥵🥵

Warnings: Language, suggestive texts, smutty thoughts - 18+ ONLY

Main Masterlist

Jensen's Masterlist

You stood at the back of the crowd, figuratively keeping your head down as you quietly supported your boyfriend’s band, Radio Company. 

Jensen had a lot of fans, even in your hometown of Austin, and you wanted to keep a low profile so as not to draw any attention to yourself. You were not a celebrity by any means, maybe now by proxy because of your relationship with him, but still, you liked to maintain your privacy. 

Jensen just handled the attention better; he was a natural. Maybe it was for the fact he’d been in the limelight for the better part of over 3 decades, but you think it was also because he was just so genuine. You truly admired him for it. Supernatural had created such a loving and welcoming fanbase that exceeded even beyond the show's eventual end. 

It was incredible to witness and even be a part of for the last few years. So it was no surprise to you that they would support him with his other talents. 

You watched on in astonishment, as per usual, as he sang the last lines of their song—Drowning. One of your personal favourites because it showcased just how beautiful Jensen’s voice really was. He never ceased to amaze you, even now, nearing the 4 years you’d been together.

However, you too enjoyed keeping him on his toes. It was only fair. Though, the way he looked up there, glistening with sweat from his efforts and from the August heatwave up here in Austin; his sleeveless arms gloriously tanned and toned, his longer locks damp and slicked back with a casual hand and bearded jaw. He was only to blame for what you did next. 

You pulled out your phone as the band took a mini break to take a drink and talk to the crowd and opened your text thread with Jensen. 

‘You have no idea how hot I am for you right now.’ 

‘What I’d give just to kiss you, to touch you, to taste you.’ 

‘I’m so wet for you I can feel it between my thighs, every time I move.’ 

‘I wish you could come find out what you do to me.’

The words kept coming, flowing through your thumbs as you tapped away at the keyboard, sending one after the other, getting filthier and filthier with each one. 

‘Fuck, I’m so horny I’d let you fuck me in the restroom after your set.’ 

‘Would you like that baby?’

‘Feel your big cock slip so easily inside me?’

You bit your lip, blushing at your boldness and the increasing wetness between your legs. You were only torturing yourself at this point, but as you looked up, you saw your boyfriend’s frown and him reaching for his phone in his jeans pocket. 

Your heart began to race, heat, other than from the warmth of the room, licking up your spine, tingling your fingers through to your toes. You watched his face go from confused to bewildered to mad. His jaw ticking and the tightening grip on the device were telltale signs you’d pushed his buttons. 

His eyes flicked quickly to where you stood in the back, flipping you off with a look that would only intimidate the unexpected. But you knew differently. That was a look that said, “You’re going to be punished for that when we get home.” The thought alone sent another thrill of excitement through you.

AN: oof 🥵😅 just a quick little impulsive imagine that hit me. But can you blame me! Look at him! 😍 (also as a side note: i have nothing against his wonderful family, this is just purely fiction.) As always, feedback is much appreciated! 💕

[yukipri]

The Prime Override - Chapter 76 is up!

Obi-Wan - Kyber Dance

This chapter: Can I add the “#Force-sensitive clones” tag back now?

Warnings: Ngl it's pretty gay. Also possibly too much world-building, but what else is new.

“You are going to need your lightsaber, for our spar,” Fordo calls out gently when Obi-Wan attempts to head to the center of the training room. Obi-Wan’s frowns, not particularly bothering to hide his disappointment. “I passed it into the Mand’alor’s possession. It is no longer my lightsaber. I can no longer wield it.” Fordo smiles kindly, nods understandingly, then completely ignores what Obi-Wan just said. “I will require you to use your lightsaber,” he patiently reiterates. “But—” “And you will also be wearing armor.” Obi-Wan momentarily gapes, before managing to unstick his tongue. “That, that would be terribly inappropriate—”

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[jnnul]

[nsfw content!] not to be absolutely feral but i'm thinking abt how jungwon is the boyfriend to end all boyfriends when it comes to sex? the man is cocky, but still him, so even when you're teasing him and his tongue is poking at his cheek, with one eyebrow raised in amusement, he's still got the ghost of a smile dancing on his lips.

like how he looks at you when you're sinking onto his cock with nothing but his hoodie on and he's fingering the hem of the hoodie with a little smile.

"do you think this is enough to keep me from completely ruining you?"

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 26

Jaskier has been recognized as the runaway viscount of lettenhove by a band of bandits. Embarrassingly, they seemed to have found him in the midst of buying a personalized gift addressed "To My Beloved." Perhaps a hairclip shaped like a dandelion, or perhaps an embroidered handkerchief, or something else dainty and delightful. The bandits drag Jaskier away for ransom, even as he tries futilely to explain that his lover will NOT be polite to them if they continue down this road. I mean, whatever fancy shmancy noblewoman whose skirt he's chasing can't be that threatening to their operation, right? They write up a ransom note, intending on sending it along with a lock of Jaskier's hair, and a few drops of his blood to show they're serious. They slice across Jaskier's wrist, but there's much much much more blood than they expected, because the man slicing his wrist is suddenly missing his head. Huh. Perhaps they've underestimated Jaskier's beloved. He did try to warn them.

[hungharrington]

can we leak our dms and discuss sexy sweaty runner steve bc i feel like everybody deserves to know what we know 🫡

him coming home in his lil runner shorts and a hoodie and he’s all flustered and sweaty 😵‍💫 try not to jump his bones challenge failed immediately!!

ali stoppppp 😩 like. i’m literally gonna lick the sweat from him, give him a goddamn sponge bath with my tongue and there would be nothing that could stop me. and oof if he’s sweaty enough it makes his hair is all funny, some of the sweat making it flop and stick together in little bits tehe <3

coming home from a run would go smth like this: enter steve, he’s tan, he’s sweaty, he’s wearing the worldest tiniest shorts again just to give a heart attack to every milf on the block when he goes by and calls out, “morning mrs. callahan!” all polite. he knows what he’s doing >:) he wanders into the kitchen to grab a glass of water where you’re sat, picking at the end of your breakfast. he can feel your eyes on him as he drinks, downing a whole glass of water and refilling it immediately, to down half of the second glass.

taking a breather, steve pulls his hoodie up to wipe the sweat off his face and water from his mouth and you have to quietly inhale a mouthful of drool as his tummy is exposed— rippling wildly as he tries to catch his breath. you fail to contain said drool and steve looks up just in time to catch you wiping at your mouth a little. he smirks, the bastard, and starts shucking off the hoodie— not even trying to hold down the shirt beneath it. it’s a show of tan skin, moles, and his hairy chest and you’ve somehow managed to clench yourself thighs tighter by the time he wrangles it off.

“i’m…” he starts, eyes looking you up at down. he licks his lips. “gonna have a shower. care to join me, sweetheart?”

you stand up instantly and steve snorts a laugh, completely endeared by how eager you are — loves to know that he’s so wanted by you. he plants his hands on his hips and wiggles his eyebrows at you, running his hand through his hair quickly. “okay, race you to the bathroom? go!”

he doesn’t give you a second, sprinting out of the kitchen and flying up the stairs, his runners high just making it easy as pie. he’s halfway up the stairs, when he hears your “steeeeeeeeeve!” and it just makes him grin, beginning to shed his shirt, dropping it carelessly in the hallway. his blue nike cortez’s go next, one after the other. “i’m getting naked!” he calls back, then laughs a little when he hears your feet thunder a little faster on the stairs. and you know, for someone who’s just been running for the last hour or so, he seems to have plenty of stamina in the shower…

[leenfiend]

experimenting with new ways to get Lance to stfu