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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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Yes? No? I don't even know anymore. Sure, I'd like a relationship, but that just seems sort of doomed lately. Like I'd be consigning it to fail on the basis of what's likely to come my way.

[He shrugs, looking down at his hands.]

I'd settle for option b, because at least that's something. I mean, if I'm going to die, might as well get a little use out of my body, right?

[Fuck if he didn't feel the exact same way about the whole thing.

Derek's stomach clenched in the way that it did just before he was going to do something that could blow up in his face. Somehow it never actually stopped him.]

Do you ... have a gender preference?

Duh, I like girls.

[But it wasn't like he hadn't thought about guys before, more so after that little almost tease with Danny. Uncool, man.]

I mean, mostly girls, I guess? I've only ever kissed girls, anyway.

[Of course he liked girls, Derek knew that. He started to frown at his own stupid thought process. Then Stiles tacked on the rest and the frown went in a more thoughtful direction.]

Don't hit me for this.

[That was all the warning he gave before reaching over and grabbing a handful of his shirt again. This time he only used it to pull him closer and brush his mouth over his.]

[Don't hit him for wha--

Oh. Oh... wow. Was... was Derek actually kissing him? His heart actually stuttered, but he wasn't sure what it was from. Surprise, fear, confusion. He wasn't sure what to do back, wondering if this wasn't some part of whatever joke Derek had in mind.]

Wha--?

[That was the best his brain could do right now.]

[There wasn't any reaction to the kiss, not a shove or a sign of interest so he tilted back to see his face. He couldn't really tell from his expression either, beyond the shock.]

Again?

Why? I mean, why are you doing this? Because if this is a joke, it's not funny.

It's not and because I want to.

[He looked at Stiles's mouth again, smiling a little.]

Look I can go and we can pretend this didn't happen. Or we can kiss again and I can eventually show you what that lube feels like when someone blows on it.

[His brain literally short circuited. Had Derek just offered to... on him? Oh, sweet Jesus.]

You-- on me-- with your mouth?

[The last word was a squeak.]

[The smile faded with the raise of his eyebrows and he leaned back farther, letting go of his shirt. This must be where things start to blow up in his face.]

Unless you hate the idea.

[It actually took him a little while to realize that Derek was looking like someone that was expecting a no. Or an actual smack. Holy sh--]

Are you kidding me? You look the way you look and you are the way you are and you're actually unsure? How is that even allowed?

[How did he even begin to explain that any confidence he managed to show when it came to sexual things or attracting people was all bullshit? Or how smiling and manipulating strangers was so much easier then when he actually cared what the other person thought? That Derek could actually count the number of people he'd slept with his hands with fingers to spare and that he'd felt awkward and stupid for half of them.]

It happens.

How?

[He gestured at Derek, trying to incorporate all of the werewolf in that one move.]

You're so... Look at you. You're like a walking sex ad.

[He hadn't actually thought about that before, but yeah, Derek had the appeal.]

[He rolled his eyes. He was shaped nicely, but he wasn't that good looking.]

Thought I looked like Grumpy Cat.

You do. When you pull that sour face. But you're also built like some stupid statue and it's actually kind of unfair and emasculating to be around you.

And that's why you don't want to have sex with me? I emasculate you?

I never said--

Wait, what? Sex? With you? Like... sex sex?

[Someone had clearly slipped him something. Or this was a dream. Yes, a really bad dream.]

[He lets out another frustrated sound.]

Yes, Stiles. Sex. With me.

Now?

[He squeaked the word, suddenly nervous. Oh god, he couldn't be nervous. Werewolves could totally small that, couldn't they? Oh god, oh god, Derek was going to kill him.]

[Now Derek was looking hesitant again because really he wasn't exactly prepared for this outcome anymore then Stiles was.]

It doesn't have to be now. Or everything.

What? Wait... I don't get it.

[He was confused, Derek. You offer sex, then you take it away? And you wonder why you're a dick.]

We don't have to have sex right this second. It could be something else.

[It's awkward telling the guy he regularly wants to smack the hell out of that he's essentially offering himself up for whatever sex act he'd be into, okay?]

Whatever you want.

[Stiles just stared at Derek for a minute. If Derek thought it was weird offering, it was just as weird hearing it from someone that smacked you around and made you want to run them over with your jeep.]

Why?

[Maybe that was why he was just sitting there acting like an idiot. Because he couldn't understand why Derek Hale was offering in the first place.]

Oh for - [He groaned loudly and facepalmed.] You want to get laid and I'd like to have an orgasm with someone who isn't actually plotting to kill every person I care about afterward. I thought it was a win/win situation!

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[Again, he was stunned. He just looked at Derek, wondering if this was a dream. He felt too nervous and semi-nauseous for it to be a dream. So that made it real.

Which meant Derek Hale was offering to...

Holy shit.]

O-Okay.

[Hey there, mouth. Whatchya doing?]