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"What?!" [ huehuehueh ]
Send me a "What?!" for my character's reaction to yours sliding their hand in my character's pants.
"Oh!" Jared jumped a bit with Chris' hand down his pants. A yelp came from him as well. He hadn't expecting him of all people to do that. His hands reached out to grab the much bigger arm and squeeze on it. "Please... Chris not here."Â
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"Sigyn." Thor stared openly at her. Well, not at her, exactly. The gaze was directed to the bundle of squirming blankets in her arms. "Who's child is that?"
"I…" she thought about lying, saying it was hers, she had been gone from Asgard for the appropriate amount of time, so it would be a believable lie. “Know not.” She admitted, holding the child close to her chest, her hand cradling its head. “I found her, Thor. She was abandoned, I heard her crying and I couldn’t just…” Looking down at the bundle in her arms, the infant looked back up at her with large blue/gray eyes, eyes that would either darken as she aged, or stay the color they were. The child smiled, gurgling happily. “She’s so beautiful.”
Who are you?
Sigyn didn’t know why she agreed to take part in this stupid “social experiment”, it was a decent distraction at the most. She was just wondering what human (not that the conductors knew her to be any different) would be brought in for her to kiss when…oh my. He was quite handsome; taller than she by more than a few inches with blonde hair that fell slightly past his shoulders, a neatly trimmed beard a few shades darker and clear blue eyes.
"Hello…" she said, suddenly shy. "I’m Jennifer, but I suppose they’ve already told you that. Just um…hold still, I guess." Going up to him, she placed her hands on his broad chest, raising herself on her toes slightly. Her eyes flicked from his mouth to his eyes before she leaned in, her eyelashes fluttering closed as she pressed her lips to his gently. She was still for a moment before a sigh escaped, her hands sliding up to hold his jaw as she massaged his lips with her own.
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I’m in love with your posts too. Seriously. I normally don’t read other RP’ers threads that much, but I could read yours all day. I really enjoy your style of writing. The only thing that I have to say, and that kept me from rating it as outstanding is that I personally love long, beefy threads and I didn’t see many of those. It’s not really even a standard, just a personal preference.And all of your photos are tagged neatly and specifically, and I love that. Hell, you do that better than me. I try to do that but I get sidetracked and sometimes forget to tag stuff. So that’s extra points for you there.
Overall? I love your blog. You’re a really nice mun as well, or at least, I can infer that from my previous interractions with you. I love your RP’ing, and I love your muse as well. Definitely still following you, and probably always will.
Moan
Seventeen: My muse slips their hand into your muse’s pants
Sneaking into his room, she saw him standing by the wash basin, shirt slung over the back of a chair as he washed the dirt and grit off his skin from the sparring match between him and Volstagg. Walking on her toes, she crept up behind him, her heartbeat starting to quicken at what she was about to do. Sliding a hand around his trim waist, she was pleased at his small jump and squeezed between him and the table, making him have to back up a little. He opened his mouth perhaps to speak, but she silenced him with a finger to his lips as her hand settled against his stomach, turning and sliding beneath the waistband of his leather pants, the tie loosened already.
"No small clothes, Thor?" she asked as her palm slid over him, "I’m almost shocked." The grin on her face widened as she wrapped her fingers around him, stroking gently.
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"I don't understand..." chrisandthor
Sigyn looked at him quizzically at the statement. "What isn't there to understand?" she asked, moving her fingers over the implements of coercion laid out on the table. Thor was bound on her knees in front of her, his chest bare and his arms wrapped in chains not even the God of Thunder and Lightening could break, the runes etched into the metal severing his connection with Mjolnir. "My employers seek the tesseract which resides in Odin's Vault. You know how to get into the Vault without it's Sentinel activating. I require that knowledge. It's really that simple, Thor." she said as she weighed her options, finally picking up a thin blade.
"I know you take your duty very seriously, this is really the only way. Trust me, I've gone over every scenario and all of them besides this would take far too long, and my employers are not known for their patience." she advanced on him as she spoke, the knife held expertly in her hand. "Now, how do you get past the Destroyer?" she asked, dragging the knife tip across his chest just under the collar bone, the skin parting and blood, red and thick, flowing from the wound. "Oh, and please feel free to scream, it won't bother me in the least bit."
Coming up with some pretty horror movie stuff
[ my brain seriously scares me sometimes ]
[ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs]
Yet another sleepless night saw the sun rise from beyond black mountains, bleeding vividly into cool indigo, red and fleshy as split grapefruit. And though it stung his swollen eyes terribly, Loki watched until crimson had turned orange and then finally gold, sitting hunched atop a boulder that was situated but a few feet from the sheltered hollow he'd found some days prior.
It would be time for him to move on again, soon... but in all honesty the wayward Trickster couldn't bring himself to just yet. As rewarding as his relatively new-found freedom often was, the life of a wanderer could be a struggle-- especially when said wanderer was an outlaw, an exile with countless enemies and nobody to turn to. They'd all been taken long ago... or pushed away.
Sometimes, Loki would have done anything for the comfort of familiar walls. A home that could truly be home, without him having to constantly move elsewhere...
... Perhaps this time, he could wait. Return to his shelter and wait until that obnoxious sun had slipped once more into darkness, that he wouldn't have to be troubled by its abrasive rays any longer than necessary.
