bakerstreet | mid-week sexting

Edited 2016-03-02 11:22 (UTC)

I'm reading your book naked. It's making me so hot.

[Wasn't that just a delightful little text to get?]

Is that so? Reading it again? Wouldn't that just, be a sight?

[So he didn't fess up to it being the wrong number, but he also didn't explicitly confirm who he was, either. Whoops?]

It's the most influential work of our time. Of course I'm reading it again. It makes me want you so badly.

You going to wreck my ass then or what Stiles?

[What was his life and why did good things happen to dads who just tried to get through life as smoothly as possible?]

I really have no words...that, no, that's no.

[Then would have been a good time to say the text had come to him rather than his son, but he doesn't. From shock or otherwise, who knows.]

It's not the turn of phrase I'd use but you seemed really up to it.

Think you can catch me?

( with certain people, a good rooftop chase is a big turn-on, what can she say. )

That depends on why you're running.

[Baiting her into saying why, police 101. He was only a human man, close to middle-age if not already there, so rooftop chasing sure would be hilarious to watch.]

Thrill of the chase, to get some fresh air, to enjoy the fun we'll have if you do catch me? In this case.

( normally, she's on rooftops to catch criminals. also, this is definitely meant for someone else, but nbd. )

It's a good thing he doesn't know what you and that tongue of yours gets up to, since he'd shoot us both. You should be doing that now.

[Ooooooh, he jumped too quick to anger to even try to find out the name of whoever the hell his daughter is having sex, or anything sex-like, with. She'd probably notice the error of her misfired text pretty quick anyway. It's Stiles, after all.

Why do good things happen to dads you just try their damn best? Hell.]

You think I'd shoot you? Really?
Home, immediately after school.
I just wanna talk.
I don't care how awkward it is.

[It takes her a minute to realize exactly who she'd texted and her eyes widen a bit. Crap... this wasn't good. Right, the world could swallow her whole now.]

Got lacrosse after school, dad. You know I can't miss that.

[She's going to ignore the whole 'talk' thing. Besides, when does he have the time to do that?]

I need you to teach me how to be roommates with somebody I'm not fucking.

Not sure that's really in my field of expertise. Also dude, way TMI.

Briggs. C'mon. You gotta.

She's not going to take me back. I think she's seeing someone, but shit I miss my kid.

Also you don't get to use TMI when you told me about mexico city

(518):
Had sex in a blanket fort. How was your weekend?

[Well yeah, he was there!]

I didn't know we were doing recaps of our weekend to one another. If I said I'd do that right before I fell asleep, you know nothing I say once my head hits the pillow for sleep counts. That's why we write notes.

[Aaaaaand a few seconds later.]

wait a sec, that wasnt for me was it? claudia?

Well our son's figuring out how to read, so notes might have go back to Polish instead of English,

[a beat while she giggles a little]

Not really my darling. But I'm not opposed to figuring out what we can do this weekend. Scott's asked for Stiles to sleepover. I was thinking about maybe trying on that one green thing you like.

Maybe you should put those cuffs to good use, officer.

Hey baby. Last night was amazing

[is this a misfire or is he just messing with her? With Victor, either one is possible]

Dr. Whale. Under no circumstances will you ever call me 'baby' or anything close to a pet name again. Are we abundantly clear?

[Huff huff huff!]

Fine, but I think after last night, you can drop the formalities.

[he's going to die, isn't he?]

You rocked my world last night

[Misfire, but ota ]

Ms. Swan. Please do try checking the contact name on each message before hitting send. Need I remind you of the position you hold in our town? A bit more professionalism would be greatly appreciated.

[Srsly, Emma. You're the one who grew up with all this crazy non-magical technology!]

[Emma stares at her phone for a minute.... shit... she sighed and answered. ]

Obviously you didn't rock my world, and if I would have realized it was you I wouldn't have sent it.

[No reply back, that's what Regina had been wishing for.]

How astute an observation.
I would rather not get a glimpse into that area of your personal life, so your future attention to detail would be greatly appreciated.

I didn't mean to send it Regina.... what happened to trying to get along for Henry's sake?

( m\f for shippy. ota for misfires. )

y/n?

Is this a genuine solicitation for critique or are you really just that bored?

Edited 2016-03-05 15:52 (UTC)

Think of it as a trade offer.

Edited 2016-03-08 07:02 (UTC)

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You have a knack for catching me at awkward moments. I'm beginning to wonder if it's not deliberate.

Awkward how?

Use your imagination.

My imagination's just fine, thanks.

Then you hardly need an answer.

( bring me all your misfires. )

There's not a lot that gets the blood pumping like jumping from a building, and you know it.

Sounds like a fun night.

That's what I'm counting on. You in?

I'd have to check my schedule but I'm sure something could be arranged.

Check it quick, I'm not going to wait around all night.

You ought to know that I dreamt of you last night and awoke craving the sensation of your lips. I fear I shall be distracted all day and have preemptively decided to attribute any associated mistakes or neglect on my part to you.

You will be made to answer for this next time we are together, mark my words.

[ He reads and then re-reads the message, his frown deepening progressively. Then, because he is a dick, he decides to have a little fun with this. ]

Given the nature of your position I suppose I can afford to be forgiving just this once.

Oh, can you? Then you ought to prepare yourself. I intend to hold you down and kiss you until every inch of your body is begging for my touch.

A good start.

Indeed, and I will not stop there. I want you divested of your clothes, shuddering and moaning beneath me. I want your lips to my neck and your hands tracing along my spine while I slowly stroke you into a beautiful frenzy.

[ Brow liiiift. What a mouth you have on you, General. He's very nearly impressed. ]

And what if I want it rougher?

Then I can wrap my fingers in your hair and dig my nails into your back while I drag my teeth along your most sensitive skin. I can ride you so hard that you are left equal parts sore and crying out for release, and mark you with my kisses from your collarbones to your hips.

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Framing could use a little work but otherwise I give both a respectable 8 out of 10.

Oh, did you receive this?

I meant to send it to someone else.

[ ...HA. ]

Then you should probably do something about the lighting while you're at it. Wouldn't want them to think you're new to this.

[ YOU LASER-BRAINED NERFHERDER ]

You're just jealous because I've someone else to send them to!

[ ...Rey, no. quit while you're ahead, honey. ]

And just who were you sending it to?

[ ... ]

...Matt, from Engineering.

[ spoiler: there is no Matt from Engineering. ]

The Radar Technician that doesn't even know what a calcinator does?

Yes! Him.

He requested the pics, and I'm sending them to him. I misfired them to you, sorry about that.

[ she is unreasonably smug right now. ]

Blonde, glasses? Keeps trying to catch me in the shower. You sure he was asking for pictures of you?

[ ...oh. well. ]

...In the shower? Are you sure?

Kind of hard to miss.

[ huge mental siiiiigh. ]

Alright, fine. It wasn't for Matt. I sent them purposely to you. Happy, now? [ ~~jerkface.~~ ]

And here I was going to tell you all about the show I decided to give him.

[ ...he did what. um. ]

...And just what do you think Rana would think of that?

[ u playing for both teams, now, Solo? ]

I doubt she'd care one way or the other. We haven't seen each other since that mix up with the comms.

...Oh.

[ ...still no clarification, really. ]

So, do you...like boys? — Men, I mean?

I prefer women. Why? Worried that my accepting of your offer was out of some desire to embarrass you?

Maybe. [ definitely. ] I don't know.

So you're ...not seeing Rana, then. Why would you insinuate otherwise?

Do I really seem the type to do that?

[ Humiliate her on the battlefield, maybe, but the bedroom was an entirely different story. ]

I never insinuated that she was anything other than a distraction. My options for relieving tension have become somewhat limited lately in case you'd forgotten.

I don't know what sort of type you are, to be perfectly honest.

[ but that second part begs another line of questioning. ]

...What options did you use to have? I can't imagine Starkiller Base had that much of a desirable dating pool.

Even I have lines I don't cross, Rey. Dating, no, but then I wasn't looking for a long-term commited relationship. And some of the Officers were adequate.

That there are lines that you don't even cross is surprising, to be honest. [ but she doesn't want to dredge up his past, not here, not on this topic. ]

And what are you looking for, now? More of the same?

Unkind Rey. What do your instincts tell you?

[ There is such a lot of yearning there, if only she'd see it. Confusion and wariness too. As well as exhaustion.

Still, for all this there is a surprising lack of ill-intent. ]

It's so hard to focus on class when you're sitting just a few feet away.

You should be grateful. Any closer and I might have given you a hand job under the desk.

That's supposed to make me feel better? I'd rather your hand than to be pitching a tent every time you rub yourself through your shorts. I'm pretty sure people noticed.

As far as I can tell your big problem is mostly unnoticed by our fellow class mates. As for my rubbing well... that teacher desk gives me a lot of dirty ideas.

I can't tell if you're insulting my size or complimenting my subtlety. I'm so hard, I don't think I care right now. I have a free period after class, if you want to tell me all about your ideas? ;)

I would never insult another man's penis size, that's damn hurtful.

Or we could just do it in front of the entire class ;)

Edited 2016-03-02 22:02 (UTC)

Don't even joke about that right now, your scent is so distracting that I don't even care if anyone watches. Good thing we're lab partners in our next class, because I'm so shoving my hand down your shorts.

Sorry. ;)

Or we could take a trip to the bathroom abd ease off the pressure. Ofc we may get late.

Edited 2016-03-02 22:20 (UTC)

You're not sorry at all, Theo... Class is over in ten minutes, then I have a free period. Meet me in the bathroom, and if we're late, we can just skip the rest of the day?

You got me.

Oooh am I corrupting the perfect little angel McCall? Skipping class for sex tsk tsk.

I'm not as perfect as you or anyone else seems to think... And I'm not skipping class for sex. I'm skipping class for amazing sex with my hot as fuck friend.

Don't get too excited over it. You know as good as I that we can't go all the way considering the lack of certain essentials i.e. lube.

We could probably find some in the locker room... But I guess I can settle for just pinning your back against the stall and running my tongue over every inch of your chest and abs.

Lube in the locker room? Now that I didn't know. So what you lacrosse boys fucks each other after practice or what? 

I was thinking of 69 other ways we could do it if ya catch my drift... ;)

I'm just saying there might be. Have to deal with all that excess energy and hormones before showering after a game, you know? Idk if you want to lie down on the bathroom floor though, unless you have something else in mind. You could also just tempt me to skip the rest of the day, so we can go to my place and I can get you on my bed. ;)

I imagine you would know if your team mates is fucking after a game and/or jerking off.

I'm sure we could think of something... the locker room does have benches doesn't it? And towels possibly? But if you're game for skipping class entirely I won't argue.

I know, but I didn't want to just out any of them either. I'm sure you can smell it too. So let's grab some lube and skip class. Or we could find an empty classroom, and you can teach me a lesson at the teacher's desk, Mr. Raeken. ;)

[And don't ask how, but Scott manages to send a pic of his hard cock outlined in his lacrosse shorts, his hand gripping the thick base. He somehow got the pic under his desk without anyone noticing, in the same class as Theo is in right now. ]

Fair enough. I'm all for exchanging math for a class in sexual education, McCall.

[He then received that very suggestive picture. He was impressed that Scott had managed to do that. He slid his hand down under the desk and gave himself a stroke through the fabric. Crap, Scott was doing things to him.]

Dirty boy. ;) You're just giving me more reasons to fuck you hard McCall.

Edited 2016-03-10 07:15 (UTC)

I'm sure you'll make a great teacher.

[And maybe it wasn't a good idea to send that picture, because he can smell Theo, and it has him biting back a low groan in the middle of their class.]

That's kind of the point, Theo. I don't want you to hold back at all this time.

Definitely a better teacher than those excuses of sexual education teachers.

Oh I won't.

I'm looking forward to you giving me a proper education, Mr. Raeken. ;)

Lots of practical examples and oral exams too?

You bet your ass there will be. ;)

No, I am not going to send you a photo of my penis!

[Oops.]

that was meant for someone else.

[So he's sorry. But it's not as if he's going to flat-out say it.]

A-ah. That is understandable. I will forget it happened.

[Rei was relieved. But also a little... inexplicably disappointed?]

Actually, Yamazaki-san, if I may...? I apologize for making assumptions, but, are you queer? Because I could use some advice.

safe to assume that -- i did ask for a dick pic and all.

[But advice? That's not related to swimming? From him? Honestly, those guys are Iwatobi are something else altogether.]

not sure if i'm the one you should be going to for advice but, whatever. i'll bite.

what is it?

I apologize for being brash, but I don't really know where else I can turn. I don't quite have friends outside of my teammates, and I don't want to create unnecessary tension between us.

That said, I... I believe I might be a homosexual, but I am not really sure what the litmus test for that would be. How do I know for sure?

don't worry about it.

[Poor guy seems so high-strung and -- well, it's pretty obvious why once the second text rolls around. Geez...]

well, first and foremost. don't stress out that you haven't figured it out yet. not everyone does right away, so don't rush to slap a label on yourself.

second -- what turns you on? honestly.

[The initial advice Sousuke gave him was reminiscent of what Rei had read online, but to his mind, he wanted the comfort that a label would offer. When he got the second message, a blush spread over his face, and he gaped at his phone for a long moment.

He wanted to protest the question, how inappropriate it was, but then there was the word honestly, that somehow soothed his incensed temper.]

Well... while I wouldn't say I am nearly in the realm of Gou-chan, I do have a similar appreciation for muscular physiques. And... I often find my gaze lingering on broad shoulders, and the like.

and what about feminine qualities? breasts, soft curves, rounder hips, less muscular bodies. do you appreciate those similarly?

[This next message had Rei dizzy with the rush of blood to his head, but unlike before, it was less interest and more shame-- thinking about girls in this way felt really inappropriate.]

While those qualities are very beautiful, they aren't... especially arousing, no.

fair enough, i guess.

[There are a number of conclusions to be drawn from that. Not just congrats, you're gay! so Sousuke wisely avoids jumping toward any of them.]

so back to your...thing for muscles and the like. what if they were on a woman? like, an athlete or bodybuilder or fitness model. would you find those attractive?

[Rei made a face at the mental picture; he wasn't fond of the spray tanned, body-building sort of athleticism that some people favored. And if the prominent muscles were on a woman... then...]

Not... particularly. I would appreciate the renewed determination it takes to build muscle with much less testosterone, but... that's about it, Yamazaki-san.

so nothing at all about a woman's body or anything feminine sexually arouses you?

[And he had doubts about his sexuality?]

ever think that maybe you confused sex and romance?

In... In what way do you mean, exactly?

ever feel strongly about a girl and cared about her and wanted her to be safe and all that.

but never wanted to think of having sex with her?

Erm, no. I wasn't very interested in any sort of relationships before I was urged to join the swim team. Gou-san is the closest female friend I have ever made. Also the only one.

[And Sousuke is quite glad that Rei doesn't have romantic or sexual interest in Gou. One less person to worry about sullying his image of her.]

so, to recap. you do not find women or feminine things sexually arousing. you do not want to seek romantic relationships with women. and you're very much interested in the male body.

do you really need more proof?

Well, my doubts have less to do with comparing males versus females, and more to do with the fact that I don't have any... experience. I am not really sure what sort of genuine reaction I would have to someone...

so do you ever take people swinging across rooftops for fun or is that business only?

Mostly business, really? But sometimes it's for fun.

i was wondering if I could get a ride sometime.

Why do you want that?

well it sounds fun for one thing, right?

It is pretty great.

and I guess swinging around while pressed up against a beautiful woman is a nice bonus

Flattery will get you everywhere.

( not actually, but some flirting via text is definitely in the cards. )

Like the rooftops, held in the arms of someone strong and sexy?

( guess who just clocked you a couple of rooftops back? yep, you guessed it. this guy! )

nice legs.

( let her just casually swing behind a chimney and check her phone. )

Staring at my ass, Todd? Or are you really more of a leg man?

can't i be both? i mean, you have a lot to appreciate.

Careful, or I'll think you only like me for my body.

i like you for more than that, babs.

( ask batwoman or drake. )

you can't really blame me though for staring. have you seen you? you're incredible.

You're not so bad yourself. Not nearly as fast as me, of course.

( yes, that is a challenge. )

tag, i'm it.

( in other words: challenge accepted. )

:*

( and with that, the chase is on: barbara takes a running jump off the rooftop, grapple gun at the ready. )

ready or not, here i come.

( please. babs was born ready, or something like that. so she doesn't bother responding, already flying through the air. )

( jay's gotten good at the whole texting whilst running across rooftops thing. autocorrect and predictive text help a lot, too. so away he goes, boots hard on the gravel of the rooftop, purposefully lagging a bit to enjoy the view, thumb tapping at the on screen keys. )

what happens when i catch you?

what do you want to happen?

( he isn't the only one who's got texting while running figured out, really. )

something not pg.

[Misfires a-okay! Good luck.]

i don't know what time it is where you are, but it's nighttime here and i can't stop thinking about you

[ Definitely a misfire. ]

[ Kylo Ren isn't sure what to make of the message. Surely this must be code or something. The alternative is... something far worse. ]

Who is this? I demand to know who sent this message.

what? rey, it's me.

[ And then, in a sudden panic that she might not know who "me" is. ]

it's finn.

[He's unsure how this could even happen. But that name doesn't fill him with anything coming close to cheer.]

This is not the scavenger.

[ Oh no. ]

who is it? why do you have rey's phone?

[ Still not getting that he just plain typed the wrong number. ]

Did it ever cross your mind, traitor, that you sent this message to the wrong recipient?

it's crossing my mind now. who is this, and how can i convince you to just forget this ever happened???

I crave you, your touch and your kiss. Is that normal?

No. It is the very opposite, actually.

Who is this?

You're not Poe, are you?

[Poe... the Resistance pilot? But wait, does that mean someone from the Resistance is sending him a message? Perhaps he could use this to his advantage.]

This is not Poe. Who is this?

I'm not sure I want you knowing who I am now.

This is deeply embarrassing. I apologize.

[Rey wants to curl up and disappear. Wait until she finds out who she sent it to. She might have to kill you just to erase this entire problem.]

i can't sleep and it's all your fault. i keep looking at the wall and remembering pushing you against it.

[Ren can hardly believe the message he's received. He's read it over a few times before finally sending a return message.]

What is the meaning of this? Choose your words very carefully.

i just wanted to remind you how good it was. you can't tell me you forgot. that's just mean.

[Misfires welcome!]

[Misfires and trolling from friends and acquaintances are fine, too.]

[Kagami was the last person he texted, okay. And he just woke up. He can't be totally blamed for not double-checking the recipient...]

Good morning, Atsushi. If you make it to practice on time today, you'll be rewarded.

[img attachment: a freshly woken Tatsuya, eye(s?) half-lidded and hair tousled, shirtless and looking warm in his nest of blankets. he looks a bit mischievous.]

[He is so not prepared for this shit.]

TATSuyya WTFFFFFF

[Wait why is Atsushi calling him by his--

WAIT SHIT.]

Good morning, Taiga.

[Just.... just play it off.... play it cool...]

DONT GOOD MORNING TAIGA ME

WTF IS THIS SHIT

U SHOULD KNO BETTER

[This is like. The first time Taiga's ever been the one to lecture him....]

Let's just pretend this never happened... how about that?

[Which is why he's going to save this conversation for future usage.]

U SENT ME A PIC OF URSELF HAFF NEKKID

i cant do that!!!!

To be fair, I didn't mean to send it to you.

[Does that make it worse or better??? probably worse huh...]

which meens ur not machure enuff to do it b/c u cant even make sure ur sendin it to the rite guy!!!!!

[Taiga is...totally giving him a lecture about sending n00ds...]

Would you say that you are mature enough, Taiga?

[Never thought you'd see the day, huh?]

DONT CHANNGE THE SUBJEKT

I don't know what you mean, I'm genuinely curious.

[Absolutely trying to change the subject.]

NO UR NOT

[ has Taiga ever received a text that reads

it's so big!!! look! it's perfect like this!

and has a picture of a bushy fox tail attached? maybe there's even a hint of fundoshi in the picture if, y'know, he's into older kitsune. some habits die hard, but appreciating his own tail and expecting others to do the same is never a problem for Kaden.

tail pics totally count as sexting, right? ]

[Nope, he can safely say no one's ever texted him anything quite like this. Which will explain all the sputtering and phone dropping and, thus, the delay in his reply--]

WTF asffghjkl

[A spontaneous dick pic would probably garner a less emphatic response. Or maybe not, because Kagami.

He calms down (a little) and types a follow-up.]

is that even real????

[ how could he even think about saying something so hurtful?! Kaden can't believe what he's reading. it doesn't look fake, no one's ever told him that it looked fake. it has a natural luster to it, a sheen most foxes would kill for if they were...sentient or something. the point is, it's magnificent, and he's trying not to get upset over it.

so now Taiga is going to get a short video text clearly showing Kaden's moving tail and the fact that, yep, he's still wearing fundoshi so there's a bit of skin involved in this as well. in the video, he can be heard saying "see?! look here, look here!" as he indicates the base where it sprouts from his back as a natural extension of his body.

he sounds a little upset. ]

how could you even say that?!?!?!?! :'( c'mon, buddy, doesn't it make you want to pet it?! tell me what you would do!

[It's not as if Kagami's hurtful words were intended that way! His known history of despising canines aside, he totally meant that in the most surprised, innocent way possible! ...which, he realizes, won't help matters much. It's clear from the video and from the text and the sad-face emoticon that Kaden's upset. He ought to repair that, before it's too late.

But on the other hand, Kaden has a nice and tight-looking body that looks really really good in the fundoshi, and the tail -- which he realizes is very real -- helps accentuate that with movement. Describing it was 'distracting' is putting it lightly.

Mouth getting too wet, he swallows and types up something in a hurried response--]

sry didnt meen that its just i never saw it liek that b4??

it looks good man

id grab it tite w/both hands

[Oh, wait, Kaden meant the tail, didn't he? Er--]

and

stroke

it???

[Someone get the phone away from this idiot, please.]

[ really hurtful, taiga. he might never recover. or he might instantly recover from hearing "it looks good man." that's right, a little opinion change is all that's necessary! after all, someone who strokes his tail nicely is bound to get lots of nice things in return. Kaden always repays his favors, so just hearing Kagami barely mention stroking it has him thinking he should do something nice for him.

but what would he like? humans can be so weird sometimes. ]

i forgive you! i'm really good at grooming myself, but it'd feel so good with strong, firm hands like yours taking care of it. as long as you're not too rough.

[ he's still talking about his tail, but that seems a little unfair. while he gets plenty of joy from imagining taiga massaging his tail...he's so tall! and he's built like a real fighter!...he doubts that'll be enough to satisfy him back. ]

if you stroked my tail, where would you like me to pet you in return, hm? you can tell me. anywhere.

[Luckily for Kaden, Kagami's a pretty simple human to figure out. As long as he's fed and has a basketball handy.]

uh, yeah. i wont be ruff....

[Kagami knows Kaden's talking about his tail but his mind can't help but wander down a completely different foxhole, all things considered. The funny thing is: he's not even that perverted! It's all that video's fault!

He can't even imagine how someone like Aomine might react in a situation like this. Best not to think about someone else right now. He wants to enjoy this and, more importantly, keep Kaden happy.]

were???

["Anywhere," he says. Geez. Kagami's face is about as red as his hair now.]

my legs?

[You know, 'cause they hurt from basketball.

Oh--wait!]

my UPPER legs you know?? my this

[Thighs.]

[ Kaden is pretty simple, too. you do him a favor, he pays you back. it's his way of life aside from the whole kitsune thing he's got going on. and the unhealthy fascination with his own body. ]

that's a strange joke, but alright. i like that. don't be rough, because the gentler you are the better we'll sleep together after.

[ and he means nap. he likes to nap with people, though apparently they're both working pretty hard to accidentally steer this conversation in the wrong direction. he sees 'legs'. he gets that. he'd love to massage a strong pair of legs! but then he sees upper legs. so, higher.

and then he sees "this." Kagami's "this"? would that be his "that"?

well, Kaden can only imagine that he likes to have his "this" stroked as much as Kagami does. it's a good feeling, after all. so he'll just completely unintentionally steer everything towards the gutter, good luck Kagami, hope you were wearing a seat belt. ]

you want me to jerk you off, right? :) i bet you'd make all kinds of fun noises if I did! i'd love to do that.

joke??

[Ah, maybe this is another one of those, um, cultural differences that exist between them and Kaden simply saw something Kagami said as a joke so...okay, he'll roll with that. He doesn't want to risk ruining the flow by asking dumb questions or making even dumber assumptions.

Because as more texts come his way, the more assumptions Kagami makes.]

we can sleep anywa

yyyyy

[Holy shit.]

[That was totally not what Kagami had meant. At least, not at that point in time -- he would have worked his way up there. Eventually. With a lot of hand-holding. And patience.

But still.]

...yah

we can do that thats fine no prob OK

[ 'yyyyy'? huh. he doesn't know what Kagami is getting at there, but okay. maybe he's excited? maybe he's reacting like that because it's like getting told someone is going to pet your tail. Kaden loves the other kind of stroking, too, of course, but he has odd priorities.

at this point, he starts to deflate a little. it's so unfair. he'd rather have his tail stroked and touch Kagami all over than talk about it. maybe he should send his friend another picture of his tail. he decides to do that, and his next text is accompanied by another fine tail picture.

only this time, he's holding his tail in his lap. and his fundoshi? it's obviously tented. he's been enjoying the texts a little too much, there's even a nice little stain there. the tail is the focus of the picture as far as Kaden is concerned, but maybe the bulge will catch Kagami's attention more. maybe both are good!

there's also the fact that Kaden is in very good shape, there's a lot going on in his picture if Kagami can ignore the fact that it's at least 75% tail. ]

doesn't seeing my tail like this make you want to do it for real? i bet you can't resist. show me a picture of yours, too.

[ wait. a second text comes in. ]

not your tail! i know you don't have one. you know, what you want me to stroke. ;)

[Both. Yes, both are good, in Kagami's opinion. It's not a conclusion that comes right away, what with his whole still getting used to the tail being real thing, but the more he stares at the picture -- and he stares long and hard -- the more he appreciates it, finds things about it that he otherwise might not have noticed. Like how shiny it is, and how fluffy and perfect it looks splayed out over Kaden's lap, bringing his attention to the very-obvious bulge in its center. He's not sure if he wants to run his hands through it or let it tickle along his skin...

He swallows thickly again, trying very hard not to drool onto his phone.]

hell yea i wanna do it for real,, r u kiddin me

[Kaden's second text isn't necessary, really. Even with how much of a bonehead he is, Kagami certainly got the gist of it the first time around. Still, it's a cute added touch and it makes him laugh, which takes the edge off what he does next.

Sexting and sending pics of himself isn't something Kagami regularly does, so there's a bit of a delay before Kaden gets his request. Kagami's sprawled out on his bed and still in his basketball shorts, the waistband tugged so far down, he might as well not be wearing them at all considering they cover next to nothing of his own erection.]

yours.

[Because he couldn't think of anything else that wouldn't sound corny and lame at this point.]

[ that is definitely one hell of a picture. things suddenly feel a lot less innocent as far as Kaden is concerned, not that things were exactly innocent before. but seeing that picture of Kagami on a bed, almost like he could crawl right on top of him and get to work, that has him finally pushing his hand down and massaging himself through the fabric that is struggling to confine his erection. he's huge. which one of them is supposed to be the adult again? kagami just looks so huge. he wants to do this. because he could run his hands over those legs, really appreciate every inch of him and vice versa. ]

has anyone ever told you that you're really big? in all the ways. you sure you aren't really part tiger or something?

[ talk about mouthwatering. if Kagami did pet his tail and he returned the favor by exploring his body, he'd just owe Kagami a second favor. as much as he hates to admit he has some doggish instincts like his friend Keaton, he also allows his mind to wander, wondering what he smells like, especially if he's been active and moving right before taking that photo.

when he sends a picture, he's not focusing on his tail. it's still there, between his legs, but he's pointing the camera down at his stomach and his groin, where there's a trail of what might be soft fur leading down from his decently defined abs to a hand covering his erection...but only beneath the base, leaving an inch of it uncovered for Kagami to enjoy.

grooming might be the "after" activity as far his mental scenario goes. ]

all yours. or it could be. if i were there, would you rather finish in my hands or in my mouth?

no not tiger all human

[It's probably a good thing they're not doing this in person right now, as Kagami's pretty sure he would have ruined the mood with a stupid comment about his name or something about how his size is pretty normal for basketball idiots like him. But he doesn't, allowing the compliment to sink in like it's supposed to, lets it lead his imagination along towards thoughts of using his size to his advantage in bed. Like lifting and holding him up while they...

Oh, another picture comes in. And this one's a lot more tantalizing than the first, somehow. Must be because of that shot of Kaden's happy trail and what it leads to.

Never in a million years would he think he'd be getting off to something like this, yet here he is, making himself more comfortable on his bed for the inevitable jerk-off session he's about to partake in.]

def ur mouth.....so a lil bit can get on ur face too

[Oh, shit, no. Wait. That's too -- no, he's supposed to reel it in.]

or just ur mouth yah......

[ it's definitely a compliment, and Kagami should enjoy every second of it. Kaden could go into more detail. he might later, he still holds that right, because wow he's saving that last picture and he's never going to delete from his phone ever. to a kitsune like him, he can pass it off as a happy memory between friends, but they both know the real reason why he'd hold onto it and why he wouldn't want to forget it.

it's just really hot. ]

my mouth, huh? it might be a bit of a struggle judging by that picture. would it turn you on to see me struggling with your big cock?

[ because he would. he'd rest right between those thick legs, one hand stroking the base or moving up his stomach, while he did his very best to suck him off, taking every inch that he could. but he doesn't like how Kagami backpedaled. he has to get him back on track, let him feel real comfortable here. Kaden loves repaying favors, and in that way thinking about getting Kagami off is really, really fulfilling. ]

it's too late. there's going to be some on my face, huh? how would you feel if you looked down and saw me like that?

[ he's stroking himself, too. Kagami is just the center of his attention and his thoughts. ]

im sure id fit - it just takes work, or we can put it somewere else if it dosent.... id luv to see u try tho

[And then Kagami finds himself choking on the spit in his mouth once he reads that second part. Kaden's so confident and so effortless at this thing. Meanwhile, Kagami's struggling to keep up and not sound like an utter dork at the same time. The disparity in the way they text is so obvious and so embarrassing, Kagami finds himself covering as much of his face with one hand as he can whenever he scrolls or hits send.

But he doesn't mind it too much, though. He's bigger yet he's the one that needs to be led around. That's...kinda hot.]

if i saw ur face liek that?? shit idk id enjoy it alot more than i probly should

liek, id wipe some of it off w/my thum & then make u suck that off too....

i'm sure i can make it work! it'd be worth it to hear what you'd say. and where would you put your hands on me? tell me that, too

[ that's an important question, too. Kaden can already picture himself with his mouth occupied, but it'd be no fun if Kagami didn't return a little affection on his own. and like before, Kaden wants him to get really into this. there's no point in doing this if he doesn't hold back, he thinks, so creating a perfect mental image for the both of them is paramount. ]

and you want me to lick your fingers, too, huh? i'd enjoy that a lot, too. where else do you want my mouth? if i'm paying you back for brushing my tail, there's not much i'd say no to. don't be shy, tell me what you'd want.

[ and while he's completely shameless about how open he'd be to doing just about everything to him, he's also thinking about what sort of face Kagami might be making right now. between his own texts there's definitely stroking and jerking going on, though for being the "mature adult" of the two he's still a little disappointed he can't do this all in person. that's a body he'd like to fall asleep against and much, much more.

really, Kagami shouldn't feel embarrassed, Kaden is loving every second of this, if the extra minute or two between replies is telling Kagami anything. ]

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[Where would his hands be while he's being sucked off? Why, there's only one answer Kagami can come up with, and without thinking, he types it out.]

id have my hands in ur hair and id skratch behind ur ears.....

[He'd always been curious about them, even if he would otherwise deny it due to his past history with dogs and anything that remotely resembled them. But he can't help but marvel at the way they twitched and moved according to Kaden's mood and what was going on around him.]

then id hold the back of ur head & push it down so u can get it all in.

[Picturing Kaden red-faced and debauched, with his cheeks hollowing as he tries to swallow Kagami down, definitely serves as a nice incentive to get him to pumping himself that much harder. Already he can feel a few dribbles of pre sliding down his shaft and he imagines, for a brief moment, what it would be like for Kaden to lap it off.

Kagami chokes down a sobbing noise in the back of his throat and stops so that he can regain his bearings (somewhat) and respond in kind--]

rly? u would do let me do just about anythin? wat if i wanted to fuck ur ass?

[ he would be lying if he said that Kagami's words didn't sound a little intense. crude, simple. but because he's the younger between the two of them and because he's warming up to this, it's also a real turn-on hearing him talk so bluntly. whoo, boy. and he's so big, too. reading all of his texts just leaves Kaden wondering how stuffed he'd feel with such a cock inside either of his wanting orifices. ]

i'd appreciate the help there. and my ears would thank you! or i'd thank you. or maybe i wouldn't. because my mouth would be so full, you'd probably only get a moan from me. how do i look, when i'm on my knees with all of you in my mouth?

[ or as much as he can take, whichever. he's curious to find out what the answer to that question would be, but "fuck ur ass" just came into play. that's not very elegant, Kagami, but picturing him being "ruff" about it is also a great image. he's glad no one is around so that he can touch himself in peace just thinking about this. ]

well, if you asked nicely...or maybe you'd warn me just a second after you made up your mind? i wouldn't say no. i'd want you on top of me. you're so big, with you over me i wouldn't be able to think of anything else even if i tried.

[How would Kaden look like that, on his knees with his mouth stuffed? Aside from indescribably hot, that is. Shit, Kagami's not even sure he has the word capacity and brain power to accurately put his thoughts into words that would make even the tiniest bit of sense.]

perfect...liek u were made for it.

[Because that's all Kagami can manage without resorting to inelegant, crude wording. And he's never been the type to read porn mags or watch AVs, so he's got nothing to fall back on. He just hopes Kaden can forgive him.

And from the looks of the second text, he's got the impression that he has.]

u sure u want me on top? once i start ill keep goin and wont stop...

dont think i could take the time to warn u. ur so fuckin hot i wont be able to wait....

[ ota; misfires welcome. ]

You're really sweet, do you know that? Like a Popsicle. I just wanna lick you all over.

[Feel free to break his little sororicide heart. ~~It's not like it has been broke enough this week~~]

[Stiles just might end up with an attachment on his phone. Hopefully you're not doing anything important, Stiles.]

oh my god. stop. you can't send me this crap when i'm in class. boners in school aren't cool.

[School was semi-important, right?]

Oh, please, Stiles. The class that you're in isn't all that important.

i mean we both know that, but do you really want me hard in the middle of twenty something of beacon hill's brightest? cause sending me pics of you isn't good for me keeping my dignity.

[A few seconds after that text and another arrives.]

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took that the other night when you wouldn't stop teasing me over the phone.

You're right. Too many wolves around to try and figure out what's got you so turned on. As for that picture, it's a beautiful picture.

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[Have fun with that, Stiles. Peter doesn't care about that class. Not one bit.]

yeah. cause the second i start leaking precum scott is gonna know from two classrooms over. get it together.

[Then Stiles gets that attachment and, yeah, he's hard.]

well now i'm at full mast, bulging against my jeans. you're terrible.

And he'll know why too.

[He's going to smirk a bit at that.]

Then perhaps you should excuse yourself and make a video for me.

[Stiles' response comes about five or so minutes later.]

you're lucky there's no class in here today.

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also, you're fucking evil.

Am I? I didn't realize just how evil I was. You don't know the things I plan to do to you when you get out of school.

yeah. you're plain evil. interrupting my a-grade education here.

oh yeah? you coming over tonight? dad's on night shift.

just what are you planning to do?

Your focus wasn't on the education and we both know it.

[Stiles doesn't get a response for another couple of minutes. He does, however, get an audio file of something that sounds like rustling sheets.]

Use your imagination, Stiles.

dude if you're jerking it right now i wanna see.

are you gonna come in my window and fuck me into the mattress like you did the first time?

Since you asked so nicely.

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Oh, I plan to come through your window and do a bit more than fuck you into the mattress, Stiles.

jesus fucking christ.

[Stiles had already played the clip about fifteen times before he even responded.]

i want you so bad. my dad leaves at five. be there one minute after.

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look what you do to me.

Oh, you are being naughty. Perhaps I should do something about that as well.

[He's teasing but he's not above doling out punishment and Stiles knows it.]

Don't worry, Stiles, I'll be there soon enough. Or maybe I'll be waiting naked in your bed.

yeah? gonna punish me?

my dad will still be home though...i mean not for long, but he'll be there.

[And he thinks that, yeah, that was Peter's point.]

Oh yes. I plan to bend you over and spank you, Stiles. Make it hard for you to sit for two reasons instead of one.

[The second part has him laughing not that Stiles can hear it.]

I know that he will be. So I'll be waiting for you, naked in your bed when you get home.

[Panic rises in Stiles at those texts. He's already getting hard again at the thought of being spanked by Peter, of almost being caught, too.

He waits until he's back in his seat in class to respond.]

but what if he hears us? what if he hears you spanking me?

[And it wasn't like Stiles was saying no.]

You'll just have to tell him that you're watching porn, won't you? He does, after all, know that you watch it.

you're fucking nuts. nuts. he's gonna know it's my moans. if i moan. not saying i'll like it.

[There's a pause and Stiles' cock is pressing against his thigh in his jeans again and he hates how Peter can pull him in.]

gonna spank my cheeks red and then fuck me senseless, huh? if my dad hears that's it. we're both done. you better keep me quiet.

That, I believe, are what gags are for. Or maybe while I'm spanking you I'll be keeping that mouth of yours occupied with my cock.

[He may or may not be teasing.]

I'm going to spank you hard enough that you can barely sit comfortably. Then I'm going to fuck you senseless. You'll be feeling it for days.

peter you can't do this to me while i'm in class. i could cum again if i touch myself just once. jesus.

these are gonna be the longest fifteen minutes of my life. you on your way?

you better keep me gagged.

Then don't touch yourself, pup.

[We're sure that Stiles can hear the amusement in the tone alone.]

I plan to keep you gagged. As for being on my way, I'll be there before you will.

it's hard not to when you got me like this. you know what you do to me you bastard. you call me pup cause you know it makes me weak.

[And it did. He was Peter's obedient little pup and he fucking loved it.]

i'll be there in like thirty. don't let dad see you.

I do believe that you were given an order, pup. Don't disobey me now.

[Oh, the wolf knew exactly what it did to the boy and loved every moment of it.]

Trust me, your father won't be seeing a thing.

Saying 'hey' to his dad and keeping himself cool while he knew Peter was in his bedroom upstairs proved to be easier than Stiles thought it would be. He wasn't hard anymore, tried to think of anything and everything that would make him lose his arousal before he walked in the front door and thankfully it worked. The Sheriff and Stiles exchanged their usual back and forth that happened whenever Stiles got home from school - how he wouldn't be home until the early morning, he thanked Stiles for the meal he already packed him (that he would throw out in favor of something greasy), and how school was going. Stiles worked through the conversation quickly, his cheeks flushing already thinking of what was waiting for him upstairs.

He checked the time on his phone as he headed up stairs. He had fifteen minutes give or take until his dad was usually out the door. That was fifteen minutes alone with Peter, supposedly already naked and waiting for him. Why the hell did he let the wolf get him in to shit like this? He hadn't been spanked in...ever. Or at least it was in such early childhood that he couldn't remember. Yet here he was walking to the gallows excited about Peter punishing him.

Well, it would give him plenty to talk to his therapist about whenever he decided that, yeah, maybe he needed to invest in mental health.

He cracks open his door and steps in, shutting it behind him and locking it quickly, a bit of a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Uh, hey, you made it."

Peter heard every word that Stiles spoke to his father. Laid back naked in the bed as he listened, amused by the fact that John didn't even know he was there. Then again, that was the whole point wasn't it? To not know that he was even there. For him to stay as quiet as possible. Moving a bit, he sits up and waits in the bed for Stiles to come in. Listening to every foot fall as the boy came up the stairs.

"Of course I made it, pup. Now I believe we have some things to take care of. Don't we?"

There Peter was in all his beautiful, naked glory. A man as crafty and manipulative as him shouldn't be able to look so damn alluring, but he does somehow. With the texts from earlier playing in his mind and the man in front of him it's all Stiles can do to get undressed quickly. Within moments he's naked too, cock already growing in length as he clears his throat.

"Yeah, you threatened your pup with some punishment."

Stiles kept his voice low, still nervous even with his dad in the kitchen downstairs. Normally it'd be far enough away not to hear, but the boy didn't trust it.

"Let's see it," Stiles challenged, stepping forward. "Let's see if the big, bad wolf can actually be bad."

"I didn't threaten anything, pup. It was more of a statement of what was going to happen."

There's a bit of a smirk out of the wolf because he can tell how nervous the boy was. Smell the chemosignals in the air. Something that he found amusing because it's not like anyone could stop what was going to happen. So Stiles would hear a low growl out of the wolf even as he grabs the human's wrist, pulling him close.

"I've brought a few toys as well."

Misfires welcome!

[ ota for misfires. ]

You look so mad and disappointed all the time I just wanna sit on your face to cover it all up.

Funny. But I get the feeling that's your solution to more than just one problem.

Well brother if you had an ass like mine it might be your solution to life's problems too.

Spare me the details.

Besides, I think it's safe to say that your ass has started more problems than it's solved.

That's... kinda true. My ass is the modern day Helen of Troy.

Easy there, Helen. Wouldn't want to start another war.

No brother, YOU wouldn't want to start another war. I'd happily do it.

Right. I almost forgot how "bad" you were for the four seconds there you weren't actively reminding me.

Never forget, Stefan, because it just gives me more reason to supply you with near-constant reminders.

At this point I think I'd prefer you sitting on my face.

You would? I never knew it would be so easy.

Remind me which part of--what was it? Oh, right. Eternal misery. Which part of that has been easy again?

making you eternally miserable? Every part of that has been easy.
I just didn't realize that there was a correlation between making you miserable and sitting on your face. Who knew you were a masochist even in the bedroom.

Easy for you, maybe.

Now now, brother, remember that you're just as good at making yourself miserable as I am at doing it for you.

What was the point of this conversation again?

[Because Stefan's about through with your trollin' ass, bruh.]

your general moody, melancholic, depressing lifestyle and the fact that your face might one day make a suitable throne?

[How could you ever be done with this ass tho.]

Goodnight, Damon.

[Might wanna consider re-thinking your approach tbh.]

what do you mean 'Goodnight'. Don't be such a drama queen.
Do you need me to come upstairs and continue this in person? It would be REALLY hard to sleep if I didn't want you to.

Or we could continue this in your dreams.

[You don't get to run away from him Stefan he will fuck your shit up.]

[More like in your dreams, bitch. Except Stefan isn't stupid enough to try and call Damon's bluff.]

Doesn't this routine of yours ever get tiring?

Tiring? For you, maybe... after all you were the one trying to say goodnight.

Congratulations, you have the upper hand. Is that what you want to hear?

As nice as it is to finally have it acknowledged... that wasn't what I wanted to hear.
Especially considering I always have the upper hand.

Then what is it, Damon? What can I say that I haven't already said?

Jeeze. Cool it with the melodrama.
That was literally so whiny that I actually heard it in your voice.

You know what? Do whatever you need to do, Damon. I'm done.

Well... forgive me for wanting to sit on your face to iron out the moodiness.
I didn't realize it ran so much deeper than a simple facial expression.

[He can't believe Stefan is done. Usually his brother had much better stamina.]

What possible reason could you have to assume I'd be okay with that after everything you've said?

And no, that isn't an invitation for you to tell me about what a great ass you have again.

you're SO obsessed with the past brother. You're like the Great Gatsby if he really needed some Prozac and instead of wanting to change the past he just wanted to wallow in it and gouge even deeper frown lines into his forehead.

[AKA plz ignore everything i have said in the past because I'm awful and instead will make it sound like You are the wrong one in all of this.]

Apology accepted.

[Stefan is fluent in Damon tho.]

... I don't know where you saw "I'm sorry" in all of this but okay Stefan, good for you. Glad you could find some resolve.

Are you saying I would have gotten anything closer to an actual apology if I'd only held out a little longer?

Didn't think so. That being said, I'll take my victories where I can.

[Read: Stop being a dick for the sake of being a dick.]

Fiiiiine.
I won't piss all over your moment, brother, enjoy it while it lasts. I'll be sitting here, toasting it for you.

Better there than on my face.

[Just saying. :')]

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[ give me all your misfires pls ]

Three cold showers later and I still can’t get you off my mind.

Maybe you should try one more.

As appealing as that sounds, I was hoping you might have another suggestion.

Yeah. It's your lucky day.

Something besides "go fuck yourself," I mean.

But that's the only way you'll get any action tonight.

There's a bucket list for tonight. We're not done yet. Find us a rooftop.

Fine. You bring the booze.

Whiskey and heights. As a lawyer, I should advise advise different choices.
As a willing participant...my opinion is a little different.

Good. Because what I want from you isn't legal advice.

Directness is an incredibly attractive quality.

It's a gift.

[Sent image: Offer.jpg]

Concession present?

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[Congrats, Speedy. Your big bro is less than thrilled at the prospect of you dating at this point.]

I'd hope not.

Oh. I thought... Well, it's not a present for you.

I sort of figured as much.

Roy?

[The second text is more or less a kill confirmation...]

No. And no, I'm not going to tell you who. I like his insides where they are.

You're really going to make me read your diary again, huh?

I'm not thirteen anymore, Ollie. I don't keep a diary with one of those locks you can force open.

Why not? It made things so much easier.

Because I'm not thirteen. Besides, even if I did have a diary, you'd have to break into the apartment to find it and I'd love to see you trying to explain that one to Laurel.

Remember how in college our frat did dick measuring contests?

Is this your way of asking to borrow my trophy again?

You wish it was your award, Queen. We all know you got kicked out to save face from losing to me.

You must mean that time they asked me to sit out in order to give you a fighting chance.

You wish, Queen. You've seen my dick, I am worthy of the gold.

All right, all right. If that's what you need to hear then fine. You are the Leonardo DiCaprio of dick measuring contests.

You do know that most people just see a therapist though, right?

I don't believe you are being genuine but I am going to take it anyways.

Therapists are expensive for a man with no insurance.

Now you've got me curious though. Why the sudden trip down memory lane?

Well you know, I was just thinking about us back then. How terrible you looked with that awful hair cut of yours. You were such a rich party boy back then.

Us whipping our cocks out to measure our sizes was enforcing every frat stereotype there is. Now us engaging in that three way the first time and mostly ignoring the chick...? Not so much.

mid-week sexting

Kai Parker | The Vampire Diaries | OTA

Penny | The Big Bang Theory | OTA

Roderick | The Following | OTA

misfire ahoy

fantastic! :D

i'm so rusty with the following but i couldn't resist

Lucy Stillman - Assassin's Creed - OTA

Sheriff Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA | misfires more than welcome

Misfire!

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So totally not meant for dad.

oh beautiful, ahaha!

VERY!

misfire like whoa

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misfire - meant for Melissa not her husband

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Regina Mills | Once Upon a Time | OTA

I regret nothing

I love you so much! <3

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Not Sorry

Ahahaha!

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evie frye ⭐ assassin's creed: syndicate

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kylo ren | star wars: the force awakens

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i am so sorry for this misfire

lies this is a thing of pure glory

hux is going to be so mortified

i doubt he'll be the only one

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i can't stop laughing

oops her finger slipped

ahaha. sure it did

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