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the sexting meme
Probably the easiest meme ever. Post a blank with post with your character's name and universe. For the replier, the reply must be a dirty text to the poster's phone, or a picture of naughty parts. It can be on purpose ...or a mistyped number. ("Whoops, sorry I showed you my junk! ... But how was it?!") The original poster can reply to the text or ignore it. Have fun!

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Haha. No, really. I totally did that on purpose. Funny, right? Yeah. Funny.

You mean you don't want this for you birthday, Peaches? attached image

You're a dick. This is you. image

You are so lucky that wasn't a pic of a dick. I don't look like that.

If you really want one... image Yes you do.

STILES!

[He really hopes he can feel the growling through the caps.]

[Nope. But can Derek hear him laughing? Because he's laughing his ass off.]

LOL LOL LOL HAHAHAHA

[Hey, Stiles, think you forgot the part where the big angry guy knows where you live. TAPS on his window.]

[Laughing is fun -- up until he hears that tap.]

Oh shit.

[He goes and tries to lock the window.]

Nobody's home.

Open the window, Stiles. [He considered threatening to break it, but thought of something better.] Open the window or I go show your father the highly inappropriate picture his son sent me and tell him how worried I am about your high risk behavior.

Hey!

[Stiles did open the window, but it was to put his head out and glare at Derek.]

You're the one that sent me a picture of lube. Should I show my dad that, huh? Tell him that you suggested it for me?

[All he really needed was the window opened, wedging his leg in and pushing Stiles out of the way so he could climb inside.]

I was only trying to be helpful and prevent unnecessary chafing.

[The innocent expression on lasted for about a second before Derek was glaring at him again.]

I'm starting to think you want me to do you bodily harm.

Why? Because I'm giving as good as I'm getting? You threaten me with my dad and I do the same and suddenly I'm the bad guy? I think maybe some werewolves need a nap.

[He was not happy with being pushed out of the way and he stood there, arms folded as he glowered at Derek.]

Not that.

[ He moved closer to Stiles, doing his best to invade his personal space as he studied him, still frowning.]

Why did you - [He shook his head.] Why do you always have to provoke me?

[Stiles did his best not to move away, still glaring up at Derek as the werewolf moved closer.]

You start it. I was all tucked away in bed and you just.. stuff. Stuff, Derek.

Stuff? That's really the answer you're going with? You consistently drive me insane and it's because of stuff?

Oh, well, if you want the answer to that it's because you're an entitled dick. But hey, I was trying to be nice.

I'm not - you're just -

[He growled low in his throat, it wasn't a threatening sound, more extreme frustration being vocalized. He grabbed Stiles shirt in his fists and he shook him a little to make himself feel better.]

[Oh, sure, just shake him around. That isn't going to prove his point or anything.

Stiles' hand comes up and grabs at Derek's wrists. He tastes blood, his tooth having caught at his lip because he wasn't expecting the move and he tries to pull Derek's hand free.]

What the hell? We're back to shoving and pushing now? I thought maybe you'd grown out of that phase. Clearly I was wrong.

And here I keep hoping you'll grow out of being a pain in my ass. Clearly I'm wrong.

[His nostrils flare as he gets whiff of a copperish scent from Stiles and the grip on his shirt eases up. The annoyed frown shifts to one with a hint of concern in it.]

Are you ... bleeding?

Like you care.

[His tongue moves out to lick over the small wound, tasting blood and grimacing.]

Are you done huffing and puffing yet?

[As much as he always wanted to do whatever possible to physically stop the endless sarcasm flood, he didn't want to make him bleed.

His gaze caught on his mouth and he let go of his shirt completely, giving a deliberate huff in response.]

Once I find a better way to shut you up, it'll stop.

Sorry but muzzles are for werewolves only. So now that you've come over and beat me up after threatening to show my dad a picture I sent of someone else's dick after sending me lube ideas, are we about done now? Or do you have some new torment to shove on me.

Wait, don't tell me you write poetry...

Ball gags exist, you know. Pretty sure they were created with people like you in mind.

[ He rolled his eyes. Of course the part where he'd been texted first was left out.]

You weren't beat up, if I actually intended to hurt you you know it'd be more then an accidental split lip.

[He reached into his jacket pocket and tossed the small tube of vanilla scented lubricant at him.]

Now we're done.

[He caught it on reflex, looking down with a frown at what was in his hand. Then he gaped.]

What the... How did... Where did... What the hell, Derek?

[He blushed bright red, tossing the container off towards his bed. Yes, because that was better.]