#written by mun

[bad-sanses-smp]

(a continuation of THIS post)

"Colour?" Killer sat up, still woozy. "What the fuck. I thought you were an enderman-" 

He suddenly saw the light from the flames on Colour's sleeve and startled. 

"Your sleeves-" Killer hurried forward, sword forgotten behind him as he tried to reach out and pat the flames out with his hands.

Colour immediately wrenched back out of instinct- his breath almost a choked gasp as he tried to blink away the memory.

"Dont-" 

Killer stopped short, looking back up in surprise. Colour stared at him. Attempting to focus more. 

"Kil..lz?"

The tense lines around Killer's squinted eyes softened at the frightened expression he saw.

"yeah. Yeah, it's me." Killer said. He reached forward again, not quite as fast, but still hurried. "Your arm's on fire-"

Colour refrained from pulling away this time; Only slightly registering Killer's words. Killer's voice calmed his nerves significantly, as his flames faded from pink to teal and green, before flinching when the other patted the flames out.

"g-Gah-"

It felt like fire in his bones erupted at the touch. Though, upon further realization and registering, he looked down to see the damage.

"..ah....."

They both looked down at the slashed bone, blood oozing steadily out of it. Some of it had smeared onto Killer's hands, and he quickly wiped it off against the endstone. It left a bloody smear instead. Killer grimaced.

"How bad is it?" Killer asked, because Colour was the doctor here, not him. "I don't know if I have anything on me to help."

He hurried to pull out all the potions from his inventory. Invisibility. Swiftness. Healing. None of them would work.

Colour sighed shakily, sitting up the best he could, trying to inspect the wound carefully.

"Uh..."

Turning his palm down, he winced

"Ulna is..uh... No longer connected to itself?"

He sighed, trying to wipe some of the blood out of the way, mumbling off-handedly; 'so that's where the blood went..'

At that moment, Killer's head darted back up. He stared at the way only half the bone twisted, the other half unnaturally still. If he pulled now, he could twist it completely off-

"Uh, bandages?" Killer blurted out. He focused back on Colour's face. "Do you- do you have bandages? We can just. wrap it. stop the bleeding."

Colour blinked, looking up at Killer before nodding with a sigh.

"I think i do, if not- it's not too big of a deal- just might hurt for a while."

Killer nodded along, shoulders slumping slightly in relief. It looked horrible. But, maybe that was just the blood making everything look worse.

Colour hummed, refraining from twisting or moving the bone, as he looked for any bandages he had on him

"So..uh. your travels been interesting?" He mumbled idly, while searching. It took Killer a second to register the question.

"My-" Killer’s eyes suddenly snapped open. He stared at Colour in awe.

"...fuck, you really are here." Killer whispered.

Colour stilled his search for a moment, looking back up at Killer.

He couldn't really focus on finding the bandages, finding it unbearable to look away from Killer's.. Relieved? Expression.. His face in general he supposed.

He chuckled a bit bewildered, not at all negatively though.

"Uh.. Yeah I guess?" he said gently. ".. Are you Okay though?"

Killer stayed still, staring wordlessly at Colour.

"You fell into the portal.” Killer said, voice taut. “And then we fought a dragon. And I couldn't find you anywhere during it." A grin suddenly snaked up his face. He laughed, more of a sharp exhale than anything else. "am I okay. Am I okay- Where the Hell did you go?"

"..dr..agon?" Colour silently stared at Killer in confusion. But he didn't want to leave Killer hanging, so he'd shelf that for now.

"Well.. When I fell in, I kind of came face to face with a weird uhm... Tall...... Thing?"

He idly scratched at his skull slightly, humming softly.

"Pretty violent uh creature?.. Fell into what I thought was neverending sky below me after it hit me heh.." Colour said.

 "And I guess hit the ground of one of these ugly coloured islands pretty hard.. Kind of hurt..a  Lot.." Colour grumbled a bit, the memory of the fall bringing some irritation.

"You fell into the void?" Killer exclaimed. A memory surged to his mind immediately.

(He fell, and fell, and fell. Never stopping, just floating endlessly in the cold. No pressure, just Limbs shaped to smooth rounded jelly. No mouth to scream. Did he ever leave-?)

Killer jolted out of his thoughts. He gave Colour another once over.

"...you must be one lucky zombie." He huffed. Then, to ignore the creeping chill he felt, he added, "Don't waste it now by bleeding out. We still need to wrap your arm."

"The Void huh?” Colour looked at Killer quizzically. “Ominous name for infinite up and down.."

Digging through his things, he took out a good enough folded amount of bandage gauze

"Ah- this will do..", Colour hummed, as he looked over his arm, turning it slightly. He bit  back the pain so he could see how he should wrap it. Before working on it carefully.

Colour sighed softly.

"I guess I am pretty lucky huh?"

"Yeah." Killer watched over Colour. It's not like he could tell if Colour was wrapping it wrong or not, but he hovered anyway. "Lucky enough to find me in the middle of nowhere- wait."

Killer suddenly straightened up. He pointed a finger at Colour. "Why the hell did you decide to tackle me? You nearly punched my lights out!"

Colour continued wrapping his arm, not answering him for a few moments, before finishing up with a huff, and tying it off tightly with a yank.

"Well I didn't intend to tackle you, I was an island away with a single, Pearl Thing that I knew could transport me."

Colour narrowed his eyesocket at the other island.

'It's farther than I realized..' He thought to himself, before looking back at Killer

"Trying to get the best aim to not end up falling into the dark again doesn't account for if I'm gonna hit you in the head or not, you know?"

He huffed. Though he seemed on edge, he wasn’t truly mad at Killer.

"Besides, Why wouldn't I punch you? You put a sword to my vertebrae."

Killer frowned.

"I didn't know it was you." He muttered. "I've been getting attacked by endermen jumping out from the fog this whole time. And if you got a pearl from killing one, then you know how fast they come at you."

"True..." Colour hummed, sighing softly.

At the mention of endermen, Killer suddenly felt uneasy. He looked around. His sword laid behind him and he stood to pick it up. Colour's red blood had already started to dry on the blade, along with the dark green enderman blood that coated the rest of the sword. Killer clutched it tightly, finding comfort in the stained metal's weight.

Colour glanced at Killer's uneasy expression, giving the area a once-over as well, before wiping the leftover blood onto the bloody cross of his apron.

"We should probably keep moving.." Colour mumbled, standing up.

He sighed, giving a slight scratch to the edges of his skull- ignoring the way it leaked blood slightly, Just attempting to numb any anxieties he might have.

"I've just been following this tracker." Killer strode back over to Colour, holding up a compass in his other hand. "Stole it from a creep who said it led to Dust. Might not actually lead to him but..."

Killer looked down at the item for a moment, tracing his thumb over Dust's name, engraved on the side.

"I don't want to leave him. Not in this place." He said quietly. "If I can find you, I can find him and Cross."

His hands twitched. He suddenly smiled, laughing bitterly in that quiet, breathy exhale way of his again. "It's not like anyone else is in any shape to do it."

Colour noticed the way Killer looked at the compass...listening to his voice long for his companions in its quiet tone.

"..any lead is better than none, then." He said gently, looking out into the fuzzy vast space of the End.

"You'll find them." he said, firmly, deciding to help Killer at least stay a little stable through his journey.

'I'll keep you company, I promise..'

He said to himself internally.

It wasn't the time to say it.

But Colour knew Killer needed this.

And he was willing to follow and keep the loneliness at arms length for Killer.

Killer looked up at Colour, eyes glowing fiercely. He hung onto his words, feeling the comforting tone soothe some part of his erratic soul.

Colour's coming with him. He's not leaving?

He’s not leaving.

Killer ignored the sudden new wet trail sliding down his cheek.

"...yeah." Killer breathed. "You're right."

He really did breathe then, shutting his eyes and sucking in the static air through his shuddering lungs. When he reopened them, everything felt less loud than it did before, the darkness less imposing. Colour’s flames looked brighter.

"Okay." Killer held out his left hand, the compass switched over to his right. "Let's go."

Colour smiled gently, and took his hand firmly.

'He looks much better when he has a firm goal in mind..'

‘..I’m glad I can help at least a little.’

Colour thought to himself warmly,  as he started to follow Killer on his journey.

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[skxrbrand]

After joking about it and having a rather unfortunate run in with one of 40ks low life degenerates, I have finally done it. Ladies and gentlemen, the KHOCK (three days late from sunday lmao):

And just like Slaanesh, yes I have a giant explanation behind the choices I made.

Since Khorne is known primarily as the Wolf-Father, Hound, ect. it made a lot of since to go with your furry standard pog benis, at least in general shape. Daemons of Khorne are not sexual creatures and are arguably the opposite, so while functional, Khorne's dick is not designed for pleasure-- it's a weapon just as much as the rest of him is, resembling a mace. Or perhaps a pinecone-- painful to sit on in either case. His bits were semi-based off the bean weevil, and would fit the defition of an aedaegus just as well as your standard ween. Yeah, hes got the stabby dick-- who's surprised?

There's a question of if he even has bits, but since his daemons do and Khorne is arguably the Norscan God of masculinity (this world's Mars/Ares), I'd say there's a strong case he's got equipment (hell, they even invoke his balls in the canon, so).

Khorne wouldn't have piercings on the actual penis. The actual penis itself doesn't seem to be super important in War Daemon culture, but the balls seem to be a different story. If anything gets attention, it would be those bad boys, though Khorne's dick -- even in an erect state -- is heavy and hangs down. So we can't see (and I was too lazy to draw another angle ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ lololol) anything, besides the one sheath piercing :{

Speaking of the balls, their primary symbolism is more about maleness and masculinity. Virility is less than a tertiary trait of the Blood God and only prominent in one of his facets: Khorgar, Giver of Sons.

[timblrdrake]

I saw your account on my main blog an immediately went on my way to make my own cuz it seemed so fun

okay ooc:

it’s SO MUCH FUN this is genuinely the most fun i’ve had on the internet im SO glad you decided to

if you’re thinking about making a rp blog GO FOR IT! (also always feel free to interact with me! i don’t usually bite!)

hearing people i’ve been interacting with and thoroughly enjoying the blogs of say this is so incredibly heartwarming because it’s all of you that make this such a lovely community and really why i love tumblr so much

[wellfell]

my face bc i'm absent and trying to get back to writing but i got bangs so .. look . 😔✂️

[santaverse]

Merry Christmas in July to everyone!!

[yakam0z]

does everyone buy five versions of the same book?

[peculiarbeauty]

sorry for this but

copying other portrayals is def something to be upset abt .. but copying even super small things that make a portrayal special and tagging it as your own personal unique thing is just too far. like , at least make your blog original and unique , man.

[angie-long-legs]

//sad I'm not participating in beach week, been too busy with switching blogs and finishing up drafts </3 I hope yall have fun and Angel will join you for beach shenanigans another time!

[k7tt1]

Anyway, since everyone is making a PSA about it, here's mine: it literally makes no difference to me whether you like or dislike Lilith. Hate her, love her, I really don't care. Any of the characters,

Honestly, I don't even care if you dislike Kitty 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ Know this is a safe zone for everyone ✌️ That's all I got to say,

[helluva-hazbins]

[skxrbrand]

𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄: 𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐑'𝐓𝐘'𝐊𝐎𝐍

Khar'ty'kon the Unenvied, the Mad, the Windtouched, and the Flesh Mauler is a Bloodthirster of Khorne and one of the oldest daemons in his service. He was manifested before the Blood God's decree against magic and is one of the very few Bloodthirsters capable of magic within the Blood Legion. Khorne's decree was not accepted with grace and resulted in a bloody civil war that saw many of the Windtouched of Khorne slain by their newly manifested non-arcane siblings. Khar'ty'kon was spared because he decreed never to use his magic ability and remained a skilled warrior and killer even without his powers.

However, though his flesh (save for the Brand upon his eyes) was spared, his mind was a different story. Already odd, and counted among the Deviants -- daemons who are naturally and notably different from their patron and siblings (Ku'gath Plaguefather is a famous example of this) -- having much of his kin and even his father hold him in such low regard was mentally agonizing. And so, Khar'ty'kon threw himself wholly into Khorne's worship. Unlike other Daemons of Khorne, who have their own ambitions and desires to gain standing through combat, the Windtouched's desires are unselfish and totally devotional. He keeps no skulls for himself and has a curious interpretation of Kharneth's lack of concern as to the source whatever blood is given.

His Host, The Blood Devoted, is formed entirely from fellow Wind Touched Khornate Daemons, and is small, but effective. They have a myriad of curious practices, one of which being self-flagellation. The Daemons of the Devoted believe their blood belongs to Khorne just as much as the enemy and they will use whips to flay themselves after a battle or in the lulls between them.

Khar'ty'kon himself is jovial daemon, if in a maniacal sort of way. His mood is highly unstable, prone to degenerate into existential despair or blinding rage. Typically though, he wears a rictus sort of grin and will converse will fellow daemons even as he flays his own back flesh. Other Daemons of Khorne find this highly loathsome and unnerving, drawing comparisons to the Pleasurekin. Khar'ty'kon wears no armor and only rags and skins from beasts keep him decent.

His dearest wish is to purge the magic coursing his veins from his blood, but he asks nothing of Khorne. Khorne, in turn, has not blessed or cursed or otherwise acknowledged anyone from the Blood Devoted since the Civil War and Decree.

[cashmere-caveman]

My Country: The New Age, first and last episodes & Hanif Abdurraqib, For The Dogs Who Barked At Me On The Sidewalks in Connecticut (text/audio) image descriptions in alt

[aethergate]

🌵🌵🍀🍀✨✨

🌵 x2 ; i'll recommend a canon rp blog !!

@braveparanoiac !! i'm on my gravity falls kick so of course i have to recommend prinnys ford. prinny has that really fine balance of ford being a self righteous bastard who i need to kick into the sun and also a genuinely endearing character who i can feel for down very well. ford and bill are at a constant tie for being my favorite gravity falls characters in my mind so i love that guy and i loveee how prinny writes him. @for-the-better-and-worse words cannot EXPRESS how much i eat up a's writing both in general and of prowl. we've both been through the gauntlet of having to read literally all of the IDW run which i respect hardcore. the amount of nuance applied when they write him is stellar, and it reflects in literally every aspect of his portrayal how deeply they understand him as a character and how much thought goes into writing him. idk how many of my mutuals are into transformers, but if anyone is i highly recommend following them cause they're a SUPER talented writer.

🍀x2 - i'll recommend an oc rp blog !!

@manebloom i LOOOOOVE dandie so much!! i love her design, her personality, the threads i've had with her, her verses, literally everything! that and creecher has always been a massive joy to talk to!! the art is stellar, and i love all their oc blogs, even tho i have grabbed dandie for this one. i love her down to earth personality that feels so warm. interacting with dandie feels like sunbeams coming through a window. very personable, very real way to write a character and an absolute JOY to write and interact with! @dreamsofalife i love shy so much. absolute joy to interact with and this perfect balance of being fun and, if i dare say it, quirky, and also very personable and every interaction always feels authentic. i always love anything shy has to contribute to the dash, i love seeing her dynamics evolve, and her interpersonal dramas. dash essentials in my opinion.

✨x2 - i'll recommend a multimuse blog

@quillheel a VERY solid and expansive list of characters with a very defined, amazing writing style! that and captain is a delight to talk to, and i love all our threads together. they have such well thought out in depth takes on characters, which is incredibly impressive considering how many they write! that, and the aesthetics are on point all while still being very easy to read and interact with! @adoranoia another super good blog with a super fun mun to talk to !! i love their selection of characters and how they have so many from different source materials that they've taken and given such a unique spin on, with a lot of extra flavor added in!

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

//Good news! I decided to make a 'book' dedicated to just LWYD oneshots outside of the main storyline!

Bad news (or not really bad, more like now I have another wip), I made a ship that all started from @crumpet-doodles's comment. The first chapter is just a what-if scenario for if Poppy was still alive when Solar came to the main dimension. Please don't take it too seriously!//

[eternasci]

Anatomy of Writing

This is just an analysis on my writing style, my weaknesses, strengths, and other tidbits I've noticed over the ten years of my tumblr writing journey. I always strive to improve, which means acknowledging my banes and boons, as well as spots where I feel style has taken precedence over rules. I welcome others to do the same.

This is also littered with links (whether to my old blogs, or my current writing advice blog), so feel free to be nosy. I welcome input of any kind!

Epithets. My earliest (tumblr) writing can be found on my first roleplay blog, pintsizedpyro. By no means did I write the way I did now. On first glance, I utilized simplistic epithets heavily (e.g., "the girl", "the Korean", etc). I've strayed from this as a result of advice given (and also, a general dislike for how it cut into my writing). To this day, I believe I still typically avoid them if there is no deeper meaning. Whether this makes parsing my posts difficult is unknown to me; I have no issues when re-reading, though that's an obvious bias. I love ones with meaning; ones that typically coincide with a character's facets (e.g. using a title to demand authority rather than a simple first name, or calling a character, whose personality can be likened to a dog, a "hound"... you know who you are). Repetition. Similarly, I found repetition within my earliest attempts. It couldn't be helped, but I did notice and often attempted to revise statements in which I would experience overlapping of words even then (epithets being a big one; particularly, when paragraphs would condense and I'd see similar phrases stacked on top of each other, I wanted to kill someone). This is an inevitability at times; the dictionary has many words, but switching them around for the sake of prettying up a post can cause confusion. At the most, I would rewrite entire sentences to at least break up the distance between repeating offenders. This still happens today, but I am swift when it comes to recognizing and rewriting it out.

Length. We've all been there. Receiving a long post and wanting to return fire. I have long found this useless, something to be ironed out of me. Unless I have substance to fill the page, I have to simply be complacent with how much I can give back. We've all gotten carried away and had much to say, but as we always politely mention: there is really no need to match. Due to the "method" behind my writing, I can string lengthy, prose-laden sentences together, but I do not expect the Mona Lisa in turn. That's just a stylistic choice. Similarly, I can get a lot out of a little, and won't press myself to add more if I believe the point has crossed over. I think we would all prefer to have something to work with over a bunch of pretty fluff.

Writing Structure. The beast that typically intimidates others from interacting with me. This post inspired the way I create my sentences. I think, in some ways, I've taken it beyond suggestion given (I like my replies to sound lyrical, perhaps due to the way the post describes their "improved" sentence). I don't think I've fully embodied this just yet. I feel as though my sentences still end up particularly long with no abrupt, shorter statements to allow for breathing. It's something I'm conscious of and actively trying to work on. I'm not particularly upset with the way my current writing manifests itself, though, especially when comparing one of the older threads I was proud of on pintsizedpyro to one of my most "memorable" ones on burstbombbitch.

The writing is objectively different. In the time (four years) between these posts, I believe I had adopted a more descriptive method of writing. I know when writing the latter post I was primarily aiming for beauty and scene setting, but body language had evolved to become one of my most prominent focuses. Due to my muse's anatomy at the time (the lack thereof), I felt as though I could emphasize and exaggerate body language, pushing it to its limits. I am also aware I wrote in this way to "match" with the person I was writing with, as their writing entranced me and was something I aspired to become. I have found a middle ground, being the style I now write in. I do feel as though my background/scene setting could use more work, but I know it is not impossible for me to do, having evidence of doing so previously. That, and other wonderful writers really help me with their love of elaborating on plots!

I've also been told that my writing is "difficult to read," but not in a particularly bad light. I think the critique is spot on, but I do need the ability to make it "easy" on the fly for others as well. That being said, I find myself omitting things that I believe should be derived from context, which makes a good segue into this next segment...

Word Choice and Character Voice. This is something I feel I could work on. I have three "main" muses at this time: sinsolucion, lovlorne, and eternasci. I want to believe they all have different "writing styles" when I piece their threads together, that others will read the narrative (not just the dialogue!) with the same "vibe" the character themselves give off. Much of my struggle comes from how lovlorne and eternasci both can be on the "fancier" side of things. I struggle to differentiate the two, which isn't inherently bad (someone can simply like a character archetype, which I most definitely adore both), but I do wonder how successful I am when it comes to isolating what makes these characters them.

Then there's sinsolucion, who I believe would have none of the elegance the former two share. On rereading posts, I think I've managed to nail keeping him "simple," although actions like body language may still invoke my type of "lyrical" writing. This is a post that kind of has me like... "wait, maybe this was written with too much influence from my other blogs?" Objectively, nothing is wrong... but it does feel too fancy for a dude who just... isn't. Funnier still, this character is a writer, but he would absolutely never write the way I do. It creates some dissonance that makes for a challenge, but I do love him for it. It can be drowned out when reading other replies from Lucien or Xiuying, though. It also helps that, unlike these two, Soren doesn't typically undergo the same thought process or even have the same weak points in their characterization, leaving him to fill in voids they don't allow me to write.

It's difficult to divide your "style" for a different "person," but Soren gives me a good challenge, and helps me grow all the same. Also, he's a breath of fresh air when it comes to his very different interactions. Honestly, after going over these, that aforementioned post definitely felt a little fancy for Soren. I might rewrite it just to see what I could've done differently, knowing the sentence that particularly stood out to me as being more "Lucien" vibes (e.g. "mutters he beneath breath, smirk unbending, nigh threatening to wax crescent").

Just all in the fun of dissecting one's own style.

Steps to Writing a Reply. For Lucien and Xiuying, the first sentence is key. Both of their writing styles are particularly lyrical. I utilize a lot of alliteration and rhyme to get that feeling of song, though it can bleed into Soren's replies as well, evident by the post that has become the previous topic. Typically, when I get that first sentence going, the rest all flow along behind it. I usually knock a reply out all in one go, though I will save a draft and return later to reread it and analyze if I've come up with anything better in the midst of that break. It feels fitting to "set the scene" for these two overly dramatic assholes with a leading sentence, bolded and in bigger text to capture someone's primary attention, both of which crave to be in the spotlight literally and figuratively.

I think just about any post is an example of me framing the first sentence, but a good chunk of my favorites come from Lucien, especially when they're on the particularly silly or dramatic side. Xiuying has her moments, but most of them were in her development a few years ago. Her style has become more "pointed" and jarring to align with her new design, though anything that comes before her third phase of development falls back to the eloquence Lucien has now.

things to come back and add to this: my weakness of scene setting/bgs dialogue

This isn't really something to "tag" per say, since it's not reeeally a prompt or meme, but I'd love to see some elaboration on writing styles I'm super curious about (and as we all say, for the love of all that is holy, you DONT need to match)! I've sent out asks already, but if you haven't gotten one, steal this!

so suffer: @bloodxhound, @kagoshou, @fatedprincess @lionfanged, @goldenfists, @vtriol, @passionoathed, @shdwtouch, @stillresolved, @mielmoto, @amorbloom, @wishedby !

[littlebunnyotaku]

BIG SLOPPY MAKEOUT SESH WITH I-NO

pls :)

So I didn't know if you wanted a female or gender neutral reader so I went with female since I was already writing it for her.

Minors. Do not interact.

Tw: NSFW (kinda), Poorly written due to my busy life (Might redo in the future), OOC I-No??, French kissing, Ass grabbing, Getting a little wicked if you know what I mean 🌝, No smut just hot make out session, Hint at marriage

Enjoy!!

It was your one in a million day off and you were currently splayed out on your favorite couch. Work has been stressful especially with that Axl guy popping up from basically nowhere and tailing after Asuka.

You sighed in desperation as you thought of I-No. You missed your gf, I-No. The time traveling musician has been on the run from government and public eyes for years. You know she was trying to hide from the government, especially since word got out that she split her relations from “That Man.”

But you can't help but wish that she could just spend some time with you that isn't limited to “Good night.” Or “Good morning, I love you.” or 2 minute facetime calls with her new companion, Happy Chaos.

It’s not like you're jealous or anything… but you would like it if she could come see you even if it's for a night.

Just then, your phone rings.

The words “ Little Miss Red Riding ME (>3<)! ” popped up along with a background video of Happy Chaos shooting at something and her yelling at him.

To your confusion you answered anyway.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Pretty girl.”

Her voice, smooth as butter. You can't help but shiver in delight at the way the nickname rolls off her velvety tongue. God. You just want to kiss her.

You had to rub your face a bit as you could feel yourself blushing. You also realized you stared at her the whole time.

“H-Hey, Babe! What’s going on?” You tried to not sound nervous as you looked at them… avoiding someone?

“Don't worry your precious little head about it, I’m coming home today by the way.”

Everytime she spoke, you felt like your heart was about to burst open with a million butterflies. Everything she did felt like magic and you were only being enchanted by it.

“Really? What do you want for dinner then? I can schedule a reservation-”

“-You. I want you for dinner.” She said as she licked her lips with a cheeky smile.

Your mouth stopped moving as you breathe hitched from what she said.

“M-Me?” You gulped as you watched her lips widen.

I-No smirked at you.

“Of course~ Be a dear and be clean by time I get there, okay? I’ll be there in…about 7.”

Before you could ask minutes or seconds, the call ended.

You laid on your couch with starry eyes.

“Oh. My. God.” were the only words that left your mouth as you rested your phone and hand on your chest. You could help but drift off to a daydream about how you would take her. After all, She’s always been the dom in the relationship.

You imagine her grabbing your neck and pulling you in for a kiss. Your tongues dancing and fighting for dominance. The way her lips suck on yours as she's laying you back and groping at your chest. Her ice cold hand pinching and twisting your nipple as she shoves her tongue down your throat.

“Oh baby girl~”

You’re abruptly pulled out your daydream when you feel a hand touch your face. “And you completely forgot what I said?”

I-No was towering over your body, her breasts right in your face as her eyes trailed down to your chest as well.

You gasped as you sat up immediately, making her slip into your lap. “I-No!! You’re here so quickly!! I just-”

“-You’re lucky I love you.” The witch wrapped her arms around you as she kissed you. You felt like you couldn't breathe as her kisses felt like Heaven. You could feel your saliva mixing together when your eyes rolled a bit. You moved your hand down and grabbed her ass, making her grind on you.

“I missed you so much.” She breathed out in between kisses. You felt your tongue slide against hers, her tongue making it to the back of your throat, making you gag.

You couldn't help but look into her gorgeous multicolored eyes as she knew how to create an atmosphere.

Your vision was getting blurry so you pulled away from the Crimson lady, gasping for air.

Sweat was sticking to your forehead, along with some hair strands. “I missed you too.” You whimpered out.

I-No sighed and pulled you up. “Let's go shower.” She said with a wink.

You knew this was going to be a night to remember as you helplessly followed your future wife, ignoring the box with a ring inside it that was placed on the counter.