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!

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[sourwolfhale]

I asked her what would be good to drink. She gave me the bottle from her house.


So now will you come over?

[teenyoda]

That's nice of her.

[And oddly suspicious.]

You're not feeling pukey, are you? Because I'm really not up to holding your hair back.

[sourwolfhale]

[He glared at the camera before shaking his head.]

I'll see you tomorrow, Stiles.

[teenyoda]

You're pretty sensitive when you're drunk. Does it make you grow boobs?

[Now someone's just being a shit.]

[sourwolfhale]

[There is only so much teasing someone will take before they're done and Stiles has finally found that line for Derek. So all he gets is another glare before the call is ended and Derek dumps his phone into the bedside table. Stiles can come over or not, but Derek is not picking up his phone again.]

[teenyoda]

[Aww. Drunk Derek's a big baby. But curiosity and the need to continue teasing the de-powered wolf had him showing up twenty minutes later, head poking in the door.]

Deeeeerek...

[sourwolfhale]

[Well Stiles is in for a surprise. Derek wasn't asleep...yet anyways. No, he hadn't actually figured Stiles would show so he had stripped down to his low cut boxer briefs and was sprawled out on the bed on his stomach with his eyes clothes. Well, until he heard Stiles calling out.]

I'm laying down. Fuck off.

[It was grumbled, still unhappy about being teased.]

[teenyoda]

[Stiles laughed. Finally, they were on even ground.]

Oh, come on. You can threaten me and push me around but you can't take a little teasing? What kind of werewolf are you?

[sourwolfhale]

[He turned his head and have him a look.]

Not one, remember? Kate messed me up. And please remind me never to tell you anything. If I had wanted to be teased I would have messaged Peter.

[He shrugged slightly.]

I expected rejection, not to feel like an idiot.

[teenyoda]

[He moved further into the apartment, looking at the sulking werewolf on the bed.]

You're still a werewolf, you idiot. She just did something to turn it off for a bit. We can fix it.

[sourwolfhale]

What if we can't? What if I'm stuck like this?

[He watched Stiles before pushing himself up, turning and sitting up, leaning back against the wall.]

[teenyoda]

Do you want to be stuck like this? Have you thought about asking Scott to... you know?

[sourwolfhale]

[That gave him pause and he stared up at Stiles.]

You mean have him bite me?

[teenyoda]

Yeah. I mean, you could still be turned into a bitten wolf, right? Or maybe it could trigger whatever Kate made dormant.

[sourwolfhale]

I don't know. I'm not sure what would happen if he bit me.

[He shrugged before looking at Stiles and then reaching out, dragging him down onto the bed.]

[teenyoda]

Maybe we could ask Deaton ab-- hey!

[Okay. That was... unexpected. He pushed himself up and gave Derek a look.]

What was that for?

[sourwolfhale]

[He smirked, wrapping an arm around the teen and pulling him closer.]

Because I wanted to.

[It was soft as he leaned in and pressed his lips against Stiles'.]

[teenyoda]

[It seemed that Derek hadn't been joking about kissing him. He felt himself pulled in against a mostly naked body, his eyes wide in surprise as Derek kissed him. Wow. Okay. That was... unexpected. Which was dumb since Derek had said he'd do it, but still...]

[sourwolfhale]

[After a few moments he pulled back and stared at Stiles, waiting but then he frowned and sat back.]

Sorry I shouldn't have done that without asking.

[teenyoda]

You, uh, you... surprised me.

I kind of thought you were joking.

[Sure. Right. Derek joke...]

[sourwolfhale]

Well I wasn't joking.

[He shrugged a shoulder, looking down at his hands.]

[teenyoda]

I should have guess. You and humor aren't really acquainted.

[Stiles was red, cheeks flaming as he looked down at his own hands, trying to figure out how to say... anything, really.]

[sourwolfhale]

I'm sorry. I should probably just go to sleep before I do something stupid and make you hate me.

[teenyoda]

Whoa, Derek, no. I don't...

[Awkward. God, why were emotions so difficult.]

I don't hate you. I mean, I used to. Maybe? I don't know. I was definitely scared of you. Now it's... different. I just wasn't, ah, this kind of came out of left field, you know?

[sourwolfhale]

[He lifted his head to look at Stiles, just watching him for a moment and frowning.]

But...I mean do you...is there...

[He sighed, brushing his fingers through his hair.]