Warm Up - 7
#7 of daily warm ups every seventh warm up will be something special. the realities i have planned are expansive, inclusive, deadly, and outright confusing. @ me if you want to know more. enjoy, and thanks for reading!
Warm Up - 6
#6 of daily warm ups i got sick on saturday, attended a wedding last sunday, and i was distracted by wartales yesterday. i am back with another warm up! and as i said in the last one, it will be nsfw.
Warm Up - 5
Edit: i had fun doing this so warm up - 6 will be sexual nsfw uwu" **warm up - 5** the rain hadn't stopped, nor the constant groaning. many creatures of the living dead could not see past the setting fog. nor could they.
Warm Up - 4
#4 of daily warm ups i kinda followed up on my promise but i want to write more. this ending's satisfactory enough for now. gonna go out and have lunch with my dad and aunt. though i might do a warm up - 5 later or tomorrow.
Warm Up - 3
#3 of daily warm ups okay, i promise that warm up - 4 will not have anything to do with established characters or worlds yet. if anyone's wondering what i'm warming up four (typo intended), it's a birthday gift for a rexoium friend of mine!
Warm Up - 2
warm up - 2 john felbridge wasn't really someone who participated in festivities. but his crush, mason, was to a fault.
Warm Up - 1
And one of these is to do a daily warm up story; impromptu yet lore-friendly. and this one, i may as well treat it as a vent piece too. this story takes place one month after 'fallen king'.
Warm Welcoming to the City
I just hoped he had a warm welcome to his new hometown.
Warm Summer's Night
#2 of warm summer days warm summer's night by talonkitsune (talonkitsuneatyahoodotcom) this is adult material and should only be read by people of 18 years or older.
Warm Summer's Evening
#1 of warm summer days warm summer's evening by talonkitsune (talonkitsuneatyahoodotcom) this is adult material and should only be read by people of 18 years or older.
A Warm Shower [Trade]
Just as he was about to ask what, he felt something else about the tongue that he had wriggled into chatah's warm sheath, something... just as warm, if not warmer, tangier, spicier.
A slapping warm invitation
**a slapping warm invitation** „where are you taaaaking meee? are we there yet?" akasch complained playfully in the car. the little fennec turned his head in curiosity although he could not see a thing through his blindfold.