Sexting

[justformemes]

the phone sex +
sexting meme

what it says on the tin. leave a blank comment, include your preferences or a starter, it's all good. reply to others with a text, a dirty picture (please link all nsfw things!), misfires, misdials, drunk filthy voicemails, whatever your heart desires.

Comments

[scarlethour]

Are you real doctor?

[tremorous]

for your information, i'd mentioned neither quivering nor nethers in my text.

so, what are you talking about, quill?

[tremorous]

i'm going to take a wild guess here and say that there's been a mistranslation.

( or at least here's hoping. )

this is a text, not a sext.

HMMM assumed?

[actualize]

anyone ever tell you how demanding you are?

( as if that'd ever be a complaint. )

what's got you riled up? i want details.

[endlesswar]

Forever. Me and you.

I'm not an Xs and Os person. Just consider my mouth to be on yours for a good fifteen minutes.

[tremorous]

I am.

or I was before this.

[insistingly]

I like the sound of that.

Like the sound of both.

Never thought I would find someone to do the "forever" thing with.

[worthyofmjolnir]

no it's a sext. I'm sending this to you on a device called a Samsung. I can see how you got confused though.

[radioactivities]

Don't I know it. ;)

What've you got me on the mind for, though? Is it something I should know about??

[ And of course he's gonna play dumb. ]

[doodlebuginette]

Shame, really.
I have to have a reason to have you on my mind?
That's silly. :P

it's all good with me!

[romancekiller]

[it is late and contrary to popular belief, clarke might be surprised to hear from lexa but she doesn't entirely mind either]

yeah. it could be worse, i suppose.

what are you still doing up?

[tsunverde]

You've just assured that I will never do that with them.

[tremorous]

( he... really wishes he could just let this go, but alas. )

a sext is slang for suggestive texting.

it has nothing to do with a mobile brand.

[worthyofmjolnir]

alright I'm suggesting we be friends then

[endlesswar]

us together. forever. i love the idea of it.

i want to say it over and over

[butcherings]

[ ah, such bad manners.

for now he makes no comment on it, allowing Azusa to pull him further down the hallway. the moment they pass the edge of the stairs his expression shifts, lips still pulled into a teasing grin but there's an edge to it now. ]

You're beginning to sound jealous. Too bad it's been a few days since I fucked her, so you won't get to taste her on my dick.

[ the way his skin starts to heat up is easily noticeable with how pale he is, and Sangwoo's eyes don't miss the flush rising up his neck. not even touched yet and he's already getting excited, what a weirdo. he suddenly grasps Azusa's jaw tightly between his fingers, forcing him to look up at him. ]

I think you're forgetting yourself and where you are. Do we need to go over the rules again? I don't remember giving you permission to touch me yet.

[tremorous]

no, suggestive as in ( screw it. )

why are you messaging me, thor?
as much as I appreciate the gesture of friendship, I find it hard to believe that this is all there is to it.

[radioactivities]

Well, I know I usually do.

Ever heard of "you're cute"? That's often reason enough for me. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[arachnobrat]

What would be a little part of it.
I was thinking more along the lines of

um

hormones.

[documenting]

Where are you, right now?

Alya Césaire | Miraculous Ladybug | OTA

[fanofladybug]

(She's totally aged up to 18+ for events like this.)

[rockpaperpedal]

OhaAsa's always been family friendly, huh?

[twelve_not_fourteen]

[ There was a spark that ignited the moment he met Leia. It wasn’t an instant falling in love thing that you hear romantics going on and on about, but more like a powerful infatuation— this girl that felt perfectly at home bossing him around and pulling assault rifles out of his hands because she thought she could do better. ]

[ That was how it began, but it only remained that way for so long. How could he be expected to remain impassive when she was smiling like that at him? ]

Ain’t no bed in the barracks that I’m gonna like as much as the one on my ship.

[ He drawls the words at her and then, a sly smile spreads across his lips. ]

But then, I haven’t seen the beds that are fit for royalty. They might be a bit nicer.

[danzan]

I'm not here to "dirty talk" you. [ Logan's voice is low, but not necessarily relaxed. He's sitting in a cab with one hand in the pocket of a hoodie and the other holding the phone to his ear, and he lets out a huff that almost sounds like a laugh. ]

Said I wanted to hear.

[ His tongue wets his lips. ] You don't even have to think of me while you do it.

[danzan]

[ Stephen says fuck me and it's like a swift punch to Logan's gut -- has his eyes bleeding dark, the hand on Stephen's back slipping lower to grip his thigh and lift it for an opening to slot their hips together. ]

Yeah.

[ It's a simple answer to everything, really: the fancy dinner, the thought of claiming Stephen in sex -- but the priority is obvious when Logan's prick hardens with want, and he trusts Stephen enough to figure his trousers will be undone on their own. He brings his touch from Stephen's stomach down to the borrowed clothes on his slim body, undoing them with a swift flick and pull of his fingers, and the lips on Stephen's neck drift low as he undoes the buttons of the shirt on him. It's an easy rhythm of pop-pop-pop, the fabric slipping off his skin in a whisper, and Logan kisses him on the chest and on the bruises he'd memorised while Stephen used his shower. ]

Anything you want. [ Kiss, kiss. There's the scrape of teeth over Stephen's breastbone, threatening to bite, but he glances up for permission first -- the man in him still cognitive enough for the animal to keep from taking without asking. ] 'nything long as I can claim you.

[ Two hands tug the trousers on Stephen's hips down, the blunt ends of Logan's nails touching his skin on their way, and he drops another kiss on pale skin before lifting himself enough to pull it off all the way. On his knees like this, Logan lingers to take a mental snapshot of what he sees: Stephen's body bruised from battle, his hand curled into the pillow, his face warm with desire -- his frame nude but for Logan's shirt on his shoulders. ]

...Stephen. [ It's the only thing he can think to say, but there's a growl somewhere in there, and then there is Logan placing a hand on Stephen's side to steady him while the other wraps around his cock, and now he kisses him on the mouth and dips his tongue in to taste him with absolutely no intention to pull away. ]