Wheeeeee, fire wings. Deciding if I want to add more or not, so this is still labeled as WIP.
Reblogged to my main blog because I posted to the other blog by accident. XD
Lil Egyptian Gods by Silverfox5213
IM SOBBING ABT THESE
these are adorable
- "I know a game we can play with all this chocolate."
- "I’m going to lay you down on a bed of roses and…"
- "I can put it on using just my mouth."
- "I can take it off using just my teeth."
- "You’re such a tease!"
- "I’ll give you a pearl necklace later."
- "It’s valentines, we can do whatever you want."
- "I bought a new costume… but I need help getting into it."
- "I need help getting out of this dress."
- "Don’t get it in my hair!"
- "You’re sweating already."
- "That was quick."
- "Don’t go yet."
- "You need to go, now!"
- "Hide under the bed."
- "You usually get it up quicker…"
- "You usually like that…"
- "That is a massive turn off."
- "When they said I was whipped, I don’t think they had this in mind…"
- "Gross, we’re not trying that."
- "You dropped something, let me bend over and get it for you."
- "You’re filling me up!"
- "It’s so big!"
- "Who’d have guess you liked it rough?"
- "Don’t lick there!"
- "Teeth! Stop it with the teeth!"
- "I… don’t think it’ll fit."
- "Why would you settle for 7 minutes in heaven when you could have a whole night with me?"
- "Is that my gift in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
- "How are we both still dressed?"
- "Careful, don’t rip it."
- "Nhhg, quit it, I’ve not finished my shift."
- "Can I take it out, please the vibrations are sending me crazy?!"
- "Can I take it out now; sitting down is becoming more and more difficult."
- "I can’t think straight around you."
- "St-stop that. I have work to do, we can do it after."
- "Nice lingerie, but get off of my desk."
- "How romantic…"
- "I love it when you talk dirty."
- "I’ve got a collar with your name on it."
- "We can’t! They’re in the next room, they’ll hear us."
- "Now I just have a wet neck and a hickey that will fade in the hour… great."
- "I’ve got a bag full of massage oils and you know the magic my fingers can do, I’ll be over in a few."
- "This is so embarrassing, I had a dream about you yesterday."
- "Shh shh, if you moan like that we’ll get caught."
- "I didn’t know you were one for watching."
"I cannot speak for his gratitude," Thor rumbled, casting a glance at the ‘Goldilocks’, followed by a quick double-take. Hm.
He shrugged then, both in accordance with his words and with regard to the Midgardian’s unusual looks. “I offered to assist a fellow with the tread on his carriage’s wheel, and he seemed most agreeable. Yet when I hefted the vehicle from the road,” His hands lifted, palms upward, to demonstrate, “so that he might affect repairs, he fell backwards onto the ground and shouted for the Watch!”
Lupin dipped her head in acknowledgement, sipping her drink a little more and leaning comfortably into her chair. The outside café was a cozy little spot, tucked from main streets, but not too far away as to be empty. The smaller vein of streets passing by had decent traffic at this hour, however. She considered for a few seconds, then motioned to the chair opposite of her.
“If you wanna take a breather, you can rest up here, if you’d like,” she offered. “And most people on this planet can’t lift an entire vehicle above their heads. Tends to freak others out when you can do that. I’d cut back on the show of super-strength, just to appease the crowds for the time being. People ain’t all used to y’all quite yet.” She paused, then amended with, “Most humans aren’t accustomed to the displays of super-strength, rather. There’re other…creatures that inhabit this place and I’m not talking about animals, either.”
She gave a sardonic smile and a purposeful twitch of her ears and swish of her tail. “I’m sure you’ve figured that out, though. I won’t insult your intelligence.”
"Indeed." Thor sighed, conceding the point. "That may well have been my error. Ironic … on Asgard it was my shows of strength that drew me accolades."
The word ‘super’ still didn’t quite manage to reach his tongue. It was one of the concepts on which Darcy had tried to instruct him (along with ‘freaking people out’), but he found it difficult to apply it to himself; his strength, after all, had always been normal to him.
He looked around again, only now properly noticing his surrounds - along with the familiar aroma drifting from the container the friendly … female being was drinking from. “I thank you for the offer.” He sketched a small bow, also finally remembering his manners. “I shall fetch some coffee and rejoin you, if I may. Would you - ” No, wait, what was the Midgard phrase? “Do you wish a refill?”
”Well, to be fair, I’m sure you’re quite the head-turner on Asgard, but on Earth…it’s much the same, just not with the whole awe-inspired looks on people’s face. Well, not everyone’s, I’m sure there are a good lot who do the same, but there’s more who are a bit…unnerved by the show of strength.” She shrugged, then added as an addendum, “Although, again, to be fair, I’m used to it. Especially when I’m being thrown through walls because of some other’s show of strength.” She grinned a little, as though it were a funny thing to recall. In some instances, it was.
The grin softened to a small smile and she thought for a moment, swirling the contents of her thermos once more, this time in assessment. She brought it to her lips, tossing back the last remnants of her drink before nodding. “Sure, I could do with another. I’ll never say no to coffee.”
Lupin stared at the screen of phone, frowning a bit as she leaned into the metal chair, before putting it back on the little table and reaching for her drink. She resisted the urge to fidget, a habit that was becoming more of a thing nowadays. Working more and more on things that required constant tinkering and messing with and now that she was out of that element, it was hard not to muck with something else to occupy her hands. Instead, she found herself drumming her fingers on the table as she sipped from her coffee, eyes scanning the streets for a familiar face adrift the steady stream of faces moving restlessly past the café.
[Text] Sure, I can do that. Where and when were you thinking of?
[text] There’s this cafe in New York, a place I kinda like. I’ll email the details.
[Text] Sure thing, Boo - I’ll watch for ‘em.
I’ve been considering the idea of an OOC blog, to clear up clutter and keep from losing IC replies and after seeing therapardalis do it, I’ve decided to create my own. OOC-ness shall ensue there, so here it is! Follow theshay-shay blog for my OOC ramblings, posts, and whatnot. The tags will remain OOC POST and Out of Fur for both blogs, although I may change this in the future. Thanks!
When you start a story that’s only meant to be fluff and comedy, but as you write it, character death and pain starts springing up.