sexting

[pancaked]

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!

Comments

omg neverrrr

[stotte]

Hmm, I like the colors. A little tight though, don't you think?

[She totally doesn't mind in the slightest, though.]

put him out of his misery before he crashes and burns

[shouldergestures]

Now you mention it, the seams do ride a bit.

[This sort of thing makes him more aerodynamic and easier on the eyes to.]

[stotte]

I might need to see a different angle though. The lighting is absolutely awful in that first one.

[Uh huh.]

[shouldergestures]

Funny, you seemed able to see how tight it looked before.

[He's not clueless. Not utterly.]

[stotte]

Oh ~lucky guess~

[Which she knows, but she ain't gonna stop playing sneaky cause of it.]

[shouldergestures]

Uh huh. Well how lucky do you feel?

[Have another picture from the side at a high angle, his face in sight and a single eyebrow up in inquiry.]

Better?

[stotte]

Hmm. That might do. But I can't give a thorough opinion until I see the backside as well. Just for a more accurate review.

[Nothing subtle about this at all, really.]

[shouldergestures]

[Astrid you're tearing him apart, but he abides being the amazing boyfriend he is. That's clearly the reason he's going through with this.

Third time is a charm with a gracious snapshot of his backside and sassy hand on the hip, but those buns and thighs though.]

Gotta be what, 4 stars at least? I've gotten some good reviews in the past.

[stotte]

Hmm, stars might be stretching a bit far. But I'll at least give you a passing grade.

[Never mind the fact that she's completely enjoying that new angle. Mmm.]

[shouldergestures]

Sure those aren't in your eyes? I'm been known to dazzle.]

[Not always with brilliance. He did halfway fall for this ploy besides the starting it part.]

[stotte]

It's not like it's anything I haven't seen--or touched--before.

[Oh, she went there.]

[shouldergestures]

I could cut you off cold turkey right now.

[No he couldn't.]

No more of this vikingness. None. Nope. Gone. GONE.

[stotte]

And I was just about to send you a little preview of things on this end. But I guess if we're cut off, I guess there's no need.

[She can play your game, Hiccup!!!]

[shouldergestures]

You're tempting me, again. I won't fall for it. I'm stronger than that.

[His game is so not strong.]

[stotte]

Are you sure? Because once I put my clothes back on, I don't want to have to go through the hassle of taking them off again.

[And she can play this forever.]

[shouldergestures]

Okay okay, I'm feeling a little generous. No need to hassle with getting dressed again right?]

[Whoops he broke down, whatever will he do?]

[stotte]

I don't know. You don't sound convincing enough. I may have to get dressed after all.

[She will never make your life easy, Hic.]

[shouldergestures]

Will please suffice? Please keep your clothes off, Astrid?

[His life is suffering.]

[stotte]

[Maybe one day she'll get tired of doing that to him, but today is not that day.]

Hmm. I've decided to accept your magical word. As promised, I'll give you that preview.

[And when she says preview, she means preview, sending an image of the side of a bare thigh (a strong Astrid-esque thigh though) with a red lacy strap in view.]

[shouldergestures]

[When that day comes he'll look old and gray, though not for age and all for the suffering he had to endure.]

Those look new and red. Also nice. How many times do I need to say please to see more?

[Cause he can type it out super fast when he's not distracted by Astrid thigh. Strong Astrid thigh with a touch of red.]

[stotte]

Oh, I just don't want your little dragon to get too excited now.

[That's why she's sending a bit more of a visual with a shot of bare thighs on a mattress, red lace underwear now fully in view.]

[shouldergestures]

Little dragon? Really? I'm not going to dignify that with a comeback. And I have control of hormones thank you.

[Lip biting ensues because wow. Just wow. Dragon designed boxers cannot compete at this level.]

Matching pair I presume? Lovely shade of red.

[stotte]

A boy at your age? I find that a little hard to believe, but I'll take your word for it.

[Challenge accepted. Next shot is a little higher, showing an exposed belly and only a hint of a matching brassiere.]

[shouldergestures]

Twenty year old boy, really? I have control, it's just I cater to your whims because I love you.

[At want point did this become a game? Oh, that's right, when he texted her first. That's an angle he can appreciate and it is a matching pair of lacy red.]

[stotte]

-My- whims? I see no whim-catering whatsoever. I have no idea what you're talking about.

[She's totally spoiled. She knows it and loves it.]