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[baronessvonglitter]

Wip Wednesday 🎉

I'm on time for once!

Many thank yous to @milla-frenchy @probablyreadinsmut @joelmillerisapunk for tagging me! Love y'all 😊

I have something new cooking for you lovelies. My newest wip is for @happypedrohours Bouquets of Pedro Creativity Challenge ❤️

Free food. That's what ultimately sells you on the idea of attending an important gala with your ex-boyfriend. You're on good terms with Oberyn, having been friends with him before you ever started dating.. if you could even call it that. Your relationship with him had been unconventional to say the least, and far from vanilla. It wasn't uncommon for you to end up in bed with one or two or even three lovers, and you'd watched him with men and women, devouring the sight, joining in when you could no longer hold back. Those were the good old days, before your studies took center stage as you worked ceaselessly towards your goal of a PhD. You couldn't keep up with the wild times and late nights (there were nights when you never went to bed at all) so you amicably ended your relationship with Oberyn, but still saw him from time to time, whether for a all-day fuckfest when you were in the same city, or just a casual dinner at one of your favorite restaurants. "The senator is schmoozing for votes, or some such bullshit," Oberyn says over the Facetime call. "He's up for re-election, so he has to be free of any hint of scandal." "Which is why you need me as your date, so you can attend without anyone knowing you're fucking him." He smiles, teeth sparkling Colgate white. "Precisely. You know me so well, bunny." "I know you inside out," you tease him. "But.. is this relationship really worth it if you have to hide it? You're not one for subtlety, babe." "When you see him you'll understand. He's perfect. A likeness crafted by the gods themselves," he practically fawns, hearts in his eyes. You give a theatrically exasperated sigh. "So.. will there be caviar at this party? I've always wanted to try it." "All the caviar your gorgeous self can handle, and rivers of champagne," Oberyn promises. "Then how can I possibly refuse your request?" You smirk. "I'm happy to be your pretend girlfriend."

I've never officially written for our pansexual prince before, but I'm excited to bring him to life.. along with another Pedro char as the senator.. who I've also never written before. Am I crazy? Quite possibly. But this is a dream that I've had since lunch, and I'm not giving up on it now.

no pressure tagging @slimybeth69 @inept-the-magnificent @itwasntimethatdidit40 @604to647 @sawymredfox @arcanefox207 @almostfoxglove @lotusbxtch @sunshinehaze1

and to anyone who may be an Oberyn girlie (gn), I will do my utmost to write him well and smuttily 🫡

[knottybliss]

THE DAY!

[retrokid616]

what npc's thought imogen's psychic wip was like

imogen

[the-faramir]

I WILL FINISH MY WIP

Wait...ALL of my WIP?

(I'm a week behind because I've been sick since Wednesday.)

repeat after me

I WILL FINISH MY WIP

I WILL FINISH MY WIP

I WILL FINISH MY WIP

[mudboyman]

Light answers a tough question

[atinymexicanbird]

Ark siblings in all universes 🪐

[bluismie]

This is my love letter to the most beautiful ship I witnessed this year. Cheers to us Jayvik nation 💫

[mag-notta]

wip comic based off a tumblr post i saw the other day

[butcher-my-name]

[i-will-write]

what they don’t tell you about writing is AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAHH!!!

[feefal]

Physically pains me to work on bigger pieces because my nut sized brain hates stuff that takes longer than a day (but I think miss dead merm over here will be worth it)

[baronessvonglitter]

Wip Wednesday

Thank you @milla-frenchy for tagging me! 💓

Currently working on several things at once, but this fic in particular is probably closest to being finished:

Daddy Can Fix It (handyman!Joel x plus size f!Reader

The premise is that Joel is a handyman who helps out all the ladies in the neighborhood with things their husbands don't have time for (which includes off the menu items) in this particular scene the reader doesn't know it yet, she just really enjoys watching Joel mow the lawn *sigh* wouldn't we all

His van appears in your driveway just a minute before eleven. You're impressed with his timeliness. What you don't expect is the gorgeous stranger on your doorstep.

Joel Miller is tall, broad-shouldered, skin bronze from working out in the sun, and his dark brown hair is greying handsomely. If you had to guess his age you'd say fifties. He's in a grey tee shirt and work jeans. What stand out to you the most are his eyes: almost black in color, appraising you as you wait in the doorway, prim and proper housewife, lips parted, eyes wide.

He asks for you by name and you nod, chuckling slightly.

"If you can show me where the lawn mower is I'd be happy to get started," he offers, and the voice you recognize from the phone makes you melt.

You lead him outside to the garage and he takes out the mower, filling it up with some gasoline first. "Is there anything else you need?" you ask politely.

"No ma'am," he looks over his shoulder at you as he pushes the machine to the front yard. "Get inside and get outta this sun. I'll handle it from here," he smiles and it makes you want to giggle like a schoolgirl.

From inside you watch him through the window, deftly maneuvering the lawn mower over, trimming the grass to a neat, short length. It's not yet the hottest hour of the day, but you see him sweating, and when he stops a moment to remove his shirt, you suddenly feel your pulse in the deepest part of your cunt. You wonder what it would be like to lick up every drop of sweat off his chest.

Like a slow motion scene from a movie, you watch the motion of his arms, the rippling of his back as he guides the machine over the lawn. Biting your lip you take in the sight of him, the determination on his face redirecting your thoughts to how he would look above you: hot, sweaty, hard, plunging into your drenched pussy.

How long has it been since you've had a man? Wesley prefers his Saturday nights like clockwork. But you want more. Stupidly thinking marriage was the best way to be treated right and fucked properly, you realized it was not the title but the man, and the particular man you chose was lacking in all area which mattered.

You aren't even sure you love him anymore.

But right now, watching Joel is a treat, and fantasizing about him is a little secret you'll harbor for later in the day when you'll inevitably find yourself using the showerhead attachment.

He finishes the front and back yards, and through the blinds you peep him putting his shirt back on, running a hand through his wavy curls before putting the mower away and coming to your door.

You answer it before he knocks. "Thank you!" is the first thing that comes out of your mouth. "Please come in and we can settle payment."

He cleans the bottoms of his boots on the welcome mat before stepping inside your home and following you to the kitchen. "You have a very nice home, ma'am."

"You're too kind," you're modest about his compliment, but it's thrilling to have someone say something nice about the hard work you put into keeping house. "Would you care for some iced tea? I've just made it fresh."

"I won't say no to that," he chuckles lightly, and you're happy to fill a glass with some of the fresh-brewed tea over ice.

Joel leans back against the sink, pouty pink lips pressed to the glass as he tips it back, opening just enough to take a sweet sip. You watch his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallows, and you wish you could lick a stripe up along his the length of his delicious-looking neck to collect all the sweat that's beaded there.

"Is there anythin' else you need help with today?" he asks, his question carrying a hint of something more.

You blank for a moment, getting lost in the depth of his obsidian eyes, still caught up in your little fantasy. "No.. no, I don't think so." Taking a look around your eyes dart to every corner, taking mental stock of the upstairs rooms as well. "No," you finalize with a smile.

"If you're sure.." he says in that same low tone.

You give him fifty dollars and chat a little while he finishes his drink. 

"If there's nothin' else I'll get goin'. Feel free to call me again if you need somethin' done, or looked at. Ain't nothin' I can't fix," he winks at you on your doorstep and you feel a waterfall in your panties.

no pressure tags to @clawdeewritesfanfic @inept-the-magnificent @604to647 @itwasntimethatdidit40 and anyone else who wants to show what they're working on! 😊

[soaptaculart]

The cat and the dad she said she "didn't want"

[tofupixel]

rejected thumbnails for client

[blabberoo]

crazzyyyyy... im actually going nuts with this hhhh bill you broke my hand

full roughs and audio in kofi :)