General texting!

[1sts]

texting meme You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.) instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Comments

[blindninja]

[This isn’t a better outlet for his anger. A part of him knows this. Not the part that looked smugly satisfied when he fucked the orgasm out of her and let her sink down to the shower floor, but that part was fast fading. He stood there still hard and panting and almost completely naked, and the disgust only shows fleetingly on his face when he got his breath back leaning against the shower wall.

He joined her on the shower floor, back sliding down along the wall. He’s apologetic but there are no words at first. He just moves to shield her from the shower spray. There’s just gentle hands on her, his cheek nuzzling against hers as featherlight touches glazed over her newly-acquired bruises.

Yes. They’ll need to talk. He needs to know what she wants and doesn’t want him to do. She needs to know about how poorly he’s coping without Daredevil. But they were so good at bottling everything up inside. And he doesn’t want an abrasive response when she throws his affections back in his face.] You okay?

[assholic]

I'm fucking amazing. I should send you out for lube more often.

[For her, that had been more than good. She could handle rough -- it was why her and Luke had enjoyed each other so thoroughly. Having to hold back during sex could be... hard. So having him not was as close to going all out as she could get, and she liked it.]

[blindninja]

Please don’t. [It wasn’t the lube after all that got him going. He’s smiling shyly and pressing tender kisses under her jaw. Still hard but coming down from a high, and not in the mood to indulge his body any further.

She didn’t sound like she was angry, so he didn’t apologise. Instead he reached out into the dark to turn the tap off. Then he went and got her a towel, returning to drape it over her shoulders.]

[assholic]

[It was hard not to notice the prominent erection still jutting out from his body, and she stood and stepped out of the shower, toweling off and using it to wrap around him, tugging him in to press herself up against him, quirking one brow up at him with a grin.]

Seems you have a problem there, Counselor. Maybe I should... kiss it better?

[blindninja]

[His smile broke into a chuckle as he tilted his head back and sighed. Licking his lips, his unseeing gaze seemed to move across the bathroom mirror next to them.] It’s okay. [He felt shy about asking after using her like that. She could see it in the colour in his cheeks.]

[assholic]

It's very okay. It's doing very, very well. But I'd like to. Besides, after a good pounding like that, I think it could use a little tlc. Come on.

[She tugged both ends of the towel, the rest of it wrapped around his back, stepping backwards to lead him into his bedroom.]

You were nice enough to go get some stuff I wanted. Let me return the favor.

[blindninja]

[Getting rewarded for her putting him through the awkwardness of his last shopping experience was something he could get behind. He left a trail of wet footprints and wet clothes from the bathroom to the bedroom, and he didn’t stop walking even as the back of her legs found his bed. Wet hands cupped the curve of her ass as he stole a kiss from her lips.] I thought you’d beat me up and take my lunch money if I came back empty-handed.

[assholic]

I might have.

[She was smiling into the kiss, her hands dropping the towel so she could move them over his body instead. With one last kiss, she lowered herself to sit on the bed on front of him, her hand moving to take a hold of his shaft and give it a slow stroke.]

Is it wrong that I like how hard you get for me?

[blindninja]

You need to stop sneaking things into my shopping list. [Slowly but surely she’s somehow managed to make him a reliable supplier of all her eating, drinking and fucking needs. He really should be joining a union of some sort.]

Are you asking the unscrupulous lawyer or the good Catholic boy? [To be fair they’re both enjoying what her hand is doing.]

[assholic]

I'm asking you.

[Leaning in, she brushed her cheek over the head of him, hand pressing his cock against her face as she nuzzled in against his groin. Turning into him, she kissed the curls nestled at the base of him, kissing up along his shaft before looking up at him.]

I could always go back home, if you want.

[blindninja]

[Trouble was, he didn’t often know who he was these days. Thankfully she didn’t keep him dwelling on that topic for long. His breath hitched in his throat as a choked half-gasp escaped his lips.] Don’t go. [He knows the lawyer and the Catholic boy and, yes, even the on-leave-without-pay vigilante wants her to stay, at least.]

Don’t leave me like this. [That’s what he said as his voice started to strain instead of demanding that she finish what she started.]

[assholic]

[She liked hearing him like that, the strain of control that showed she was affecting him more intensely than he was trying to show. She kissed up along his shaft, licking at the head of him and tasting water, herself, and him before she fit her lips around him and sucked softly.]

[blindninja]

[The warm shower water which hadn’t yet turned cold made him even more sensitive and amplified the effects of what she was doing to him. He grasped at a few dark strands of hair framing her face and tried desperately to keep still, feeling all the muscles in his groin coil and tighten with desire. It wouldn’t take her long to get him to where he had been before, eager and aroused as her tongue left him feeling a tingling weakness in his knees.] Jess- ah- Jesssss... [He licked his upper lip and grabbed more of her hair, rubbing the underside of his cock against her tongue.]

[assholic]

[He always said her name like it was a curse, and she sort of loved it. Her mouth went lower over him, dragging back up, then starting to bob at a sudden and fast pace, knowing that he'd held himself off from coming earlier and wanting to give him that release he'd given her.]

[blindninja]

[She had him thrusting deep into her mouth until he cried out in the zenith of his pleasure. Strong fingers curled into her hair and his knuckles went white, softly-defined abs contracting as he came inside her mouth. He disentangled his hand from her hair and grasped blindly until his hand found something more steady to grab as his knees threatened to give way.] Holy shit... [She left him panting and gasping for air, draining the rest of his angry energy out of his bones.]

[assholic]

[Swallowing his come down, she licked at his cock as she dragged her mouth off him, tugging him so he could tumble on the bed beside her, draping herself over him as she kept nibbling over him, touching him, kissing at him and nuzzling into that warm body of his.]

Hope you don't have plans tonight.

[blindninja]

[Bed. Yes. Stable, flat surface. His damp back melded against the mattress surface and he ran his hand side to side stroking the sheets. Smooth like silk. Comfortable. There's the familiar weight and scent and warmth of Jessica Jones next to him. On him. Sort of on him. Good. He raised his forearm weakly before it sort of flailed to accommodate her. It told her he was there with the back of his fingers brushing against her cheek and his hand slipping further to stroke her hair even though he wasn't yet there. His chest was still heaving with exertion when she spoke. Words. Plans tonight.

He took a deep breath. And then another. And then another. And by this time he's realised she was expecting a response.]

Plans. No. No plans. You?

[assholic]

Mmhmm. I have some pretty intense plans. Etched in stone.

[She slithered up to rest her cheek against his chest, one leg still draped over him, fingers toying with the scars scattered over him. She drew lines around them, over them, through them, running along deep marks that would likely never fade more than they already had, meditative states or not.]

[blindninja]

Oh. [She had plans. That's disappointing. Is it? Isn't it? Wait. Confusion settled in his furrowed eyebrows and slight frown before his eyes widened. Curiosity. Suspicion. He bit down on his bottom lip to try and hide the formative stages of a smile. Coy. Enthusiasm. Vague interest in said plans.

He didn't miss this after all. Not the late nights out. Not the killer ninjas. Not the wounds that led to these scars, all that blood and the clean-up efforts that came with that mess, almost passing out and losing track of time with that kind of pain keeping him conscious.

Maybe there were other things he missed. But Jessica had a way of keeping the devil at bay. It was infuriating. It was comforting.]

I... uh I hope I'm... in plan. A or B... I mean maybe I'll settle for C... if you're nice about it.

[assholic]

[She lay there thinking about the difference from a year ago until now. All those changes. The fear. The resolution. The newfound relationships. And she knew, somewhere deep down, that's what this was. It had stopped being a fling a long time ago.

Lifting her head, she looked up at him, her hand moving to drag along the rasp of stubble over his chin.]

I plan on staying in and fucking you until you see again.

[blindninja]

[It took longer than it should for the penny to drop. But as he turned his head towards her she could see it on his face. That mild confusion giving way to realisation and a genuine sort of happiness neither of them had any abundance of as all the other signs - her heartbeat, her breathing, the noises she couldn't hear in her throat, the way she looked at him - gave her thoughts away. Hope danced in the light caught in his eyes, like fireflies in a glass jar.

He rolled over and propped himself up on his forearms before lowering the side of his head back down to the mattress. His sunset was long over since they left the shower, but lying there next to him she still drew some streaks of Northern Lights into his night sky.] It's worth a shot.

[assholic]

I'm willing to give it the old college try -- even if I didn't go to college. We'll use your credits.

[He moved onto his side and she shifted to give him room for it, leg still hooked over his, scooting in closer as she made herself even with him, face near his, nose nudging at his chin before she kissed it.]

You, me, multiple orgasms. We can order in some pasta. It's supposed to snow tonight. I think I'd rather stay bundled up with you here, if that's okay.

[blindninja]

You didn't miss out on much. [She already got the drinking part, so it was just a whole lot of anal sex and cocksucking apparently. Matthew swore he was productive at university - much more so than Foggy.]

Yes. There's a place nearby that'll deliver. [She could feel his smile against her lips. Tentatively he reached for her hand. It was odd that she'd put her hand everywhere else on his body but they never really figured out whether her thumb fit better on the left or right side of his.]

I got that hot cocoa you like, too. [This was definitely starting to sound like a very elaborate plan.]

[assholic]

Mm. With the marshmallows?

[She had few indulgences outside of alcohol and coffee. Little mini marshmallows in her hot cocoa was one of them, and she'd let a little more of herself be known by him when she'd asked him. All of this tonight was a little more vulnerable than she was used to being, but he'd earned that. He'd stayed with her, dealt with her leaving in the middle of the night when it was too much, handled her coming in and pushing him down to ride him hard without saying a word. He'd handled her up and down moods and now... now she needed to regulate. To relax. To let him and herself find that normal.]

Sorry I passed out last night

[blindninja]

The little ones. [He laughed then, running his fingertips down the spaces between her fingers, over the back of her knuckles and down the side of her body, pausing at the curve of her waist. He lifted his palm as if to check for any bruises before resting his hand back down onto her waist.

It was so hard to coax anything out of her, he wasn't even going to tease her about the marshmallows. Even in the pits of his misery, nursing the pain of his grief and solitude, he had always been the snuggles and spoons type, and he'd been more open with her than she'd been with him. Maybe things would change now.]

I'm glad you're staying. I didn't want to be alone tonight.