#my wip

[bibbledoestaxfraud]

lesbyler wip

istg i am coloring this RIGHT NOW

[windcloudii]

I couldn't finished the whole thing today so here's wip

Still nobody could guess what or who they are looking at (I got a funny feeling that they're looking at me when I was drawing it)

[i-eat-wallpaper]

my contribution to the anatomy of a fall fanart collection. i cant stop thinking about this fic something is seriously the matter with me and my friend might kill me if i keep talking to him about it

+ WIP version and one of my favorite images on the internet. genuinely makes me laugh every single time i see it

[deklo]

:-)

[raphaerolo]

Codywan sketch dump

1. Arms awooga

2. Ben's favourite teddy bear

3. 17th century housewife Ben as imagined by Quin in surf au

4. Surf Au Ben at his lowest moment

5. Colour study with Tem

6. Codywan as implied in lego star wars rebuild the galaxy

7 + 8. Letterman jacket college au

I really love all these drawings i think they're neat

[missadangel]

WIP Whenever 🌟

thanks for the tag babes 💋 sooo excited for your works! @time-for-my-weekly-spanking @kokoluwie @orcasoul It’s been a while since I did one of these, but soon I’m finally planning to write a LOT more fics!

As you probably know, I’ve been working on this one for the past two months and it’s finally almost done!! It’s very smut-heavy, and apparently writing a poly fic with three people is way harder than I anticipated 😂😭 I’ve gotten so many lovely comments and reactions from some of you along the way, so thank you so much for all the love and patience 🥹

It’ll be here very soon, I promise! 👀

⚠️ CW: There’s a smut scene under the cut! MDNI +18!!!!!

BF!Joel Miller x TwinBrother!Clint x F!Reader 👇

"But, first..." He leaned closer, beard brushing your skin. “...got somethin’ I wanna hear you admit.”

Your pulse jumped.

“All this from Clint kissin’ you?”

Clint’s name alone made you swallow hard. Fuck. Your body had answered before your mouth ever got the chance.

“Joel—”

“Don’t fuckin’ ‘Joel’ me.”

He leaned lower, his heavy, burning bare chest flattening straight against your spine. Before you could breathe, his massive, calloused hand snaked up to hook ruthlessly around your jaw, forcing your head back. You rarely ever saw him this unhinged—his raw dominance turned your blood to fire.

Joel shifted his weight, driving his hips forward until the heavy bulge in his jeans pressed hard right between your ass cheeks. You let out a loud, helpless moan at the thick pressure of him.

“Quit squirmin’ and answer me,” he growled, his thick fingers digging into your chin as his breath burned your ear.

“My brother got you drippin' like this?”

******

You pulled your hand away before your common sense followed it out the door. “Why’d Grace really leave you?”

That wiped the grin off his face. Clint blinked. “Where the hell’d that come from?”

“You said it was the job.” You closed the first-aid kit. “She stayed when you nearly got killed. Hell, she nearly got killed and still stayed. So what changed?”

“Caught that, huh?”

“So you lied.”

“Selective editing.”

“You’re full of shit.”

“Been told.”

You folded your arms. “You gonna tell me?”

Instead of answering, Clint glanced through the window. Joel was half-buried beneath the trucks hood, apparently losing a personal argument with something inside the engine.

When Clint looked back, there was trouble in his eyes.

He stepped closer.

You didn’t move.

His fingers caught a loose strand of hair and tucked it behind your ear, slow enough to make your pulse immediately betray you. “I said another woman’s name.”

Your fingers tightened against the counter. “Wha—what?” Clint leaned closer. “When?”

A low laugh brushed your ear. “While I was fuckin’ her.”

Heat shot straight through you. You forced yourself to look at him. “Whose?”

The bastard grinned.

“If playin’ dumb was a competition, sweetheart, you’d have a whole fuckin’ trophy case.”

You tried to hold his gaze like your heart wasn’t beating somewhere in your throat.

“You still didn’t answer.”

“Haven’t I?”

*******

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[exhuastedpigeon]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by the lovely @tgmsunmontue @stars-of-nixie and @sonnywrites! Thanks pals!

The last week month have been insane, culminating in one of my best friends visiting for 4 days and reminding me how good it feels to take a couple of days off of work to just hang out and be a person instead of a corporate robot. Don't worry @shorelinetides I'm still poking away at my fake dating fic, so here's a lil snippet. <3

"We have a problem," Jake moans as he drops into the chair next to Bradley's desk. It probably has a permanent indent in the shape of his ass with how often he's sat in it over the last few months. "Why do we have a problem, baby?" Bradley asks, clearly distracted, eyes still on his screen. "No one's here, Bradshaw. don't bother playing pretend when it's just us," Jake reminds him, kicking his shin. Bradley sighs, eyes closing for a second before looking at Jake. When his gaze meets Jake's, he doesn't look annoyed like Jake was expecting, he just looks tired. That tracks, they got back from a quick and dirty five day mission yesterday, the only reason they're here today was for the debriefing this morning and to file their reports, then it's five days of leave that Jake plans on spending at least half of sleeping before Emma comes down. "Just tired, I forget sometimes," his smile is bashful. "What's the problem?" "My parents are in L.A. visiting Jessie. They're driving Emma down this weekend," Jake runs a hand through his hair and is reminded that he needs it cut soon. "Not seeing the problem," Bradley swivels in his chair, knees knocking against Jake's before they slot together like puzzle pieces. "Just means you save a little on gas." "How did I forget you've never had to deal with demanding parents," Jake drops his head back against the back of the chair, not even feeling bad about mentioning Bradley's lack of living relatives. "They want to meet you. Pretty sure they want to make sure you're good enough for me. I can make up an excuse—" "Nope, I'll be there," Bradley grins. "Come on, don't make me look bad. I want to impress them." "Why?" Jake asks, incredulous. There's a heavy pause before he says, "Do I need a reason? I like when parents like me."

No pressure tagging @seekstrivefind @welcometololaland @tornadeoqueen @thewolvesof1998 @rainbow-nerdss @intrepidjourneys @mxrcusflint @halestrom @roosterseresin @rosieposiepuddingnpie @hangmanbradshaw @greencreekwolf @glorious-spoon @spotsandsocks