wip roundup!
tagged by @cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal thank you!
rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!
most of my wips stay untitled until im in the editing phase, so a lot of these will be blunt [ship name / what happens in it] but lets see…
- dearly, neatly (wip title)
- Copy of DFTW 2_ curiosity always burns
- ortega/k gender momence
- herald and jordan make out in rangers hq
- and they were roommates (wip title)
- twist the wheel
- indigo
- ranch
- count my little scars (wip title)
i don’t know whomst to tag so i will leave it up to yall, if you wanna play and say i tagged you, go right ahead.
Curious about ortega/k gender momence 👀👀
o7 this one is NSFW so i’m gonna shove it under a read more. quick context is k- trying on a set of lingerie and showing ortega, and then things… spiral from there.
The swath of scars and vivid orange tattoos stood out plainly, but not as much as the sheer, delicate latticework of finery that clung gently around their hips and chest.
It was a pearly white in color, and thin enough in places to see their skin flush. Coy loops and bows danced across the edges, giving the piece a feeling of innocence. Ortega was sweating. His blood was pounding in his ears, but he was lightheaded. he wanted to touch. Oh, he wanted to touch very badly, so badly that his hands started to tremble with the desire.
The lovely white lace cupped them delicately between their legs and left very little for the imagination. But it wasn’t the suggestive lines of their cock that was frying his brain. It was the ever so slight swell of their chest being pushed together with the aid of the brassiere to form the smallest, most precious cleavage.
The click of fingers brought Ortega back to himself and he snapped his gaze up to their face. They were not quite smiling, but an amusement had settled across their face and softened their features in turn.
‟You’re going to kill me.” Ortega groaned, swallowing heavily.