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.

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[scarlethour]

Are you touching yourself for me?
Tell me how you taste

[nanoengineer]

i can think of a place i would like you to touch more than others

[arachnobrat]

I can think of a few I might pay a bit more attention to. With hands. And mouth.

[nanoengineer]

[ w e l l, she can play this game too. shuri sends a picture, she's not naked but she's pulled her shirt aside to show her neck. ]

like here?

[arachnobrat]

[Oh.]

That would be an amazing starting point.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

[ If getting his butt swatted bothered him, Han did a very good job of not reacting to it. He simply continues carrying her through the ship and into the small cabin, with multiple bunks crammed into a small space. He takes an extra moment to make sure he doesn’t throw her down too roughly and then, immediately, takes off his shirt. ]

Anything I gotta know? Or something you want me to make sure I do?

[teased]

i can multitask!
and keep myself from getting hard in the middle of doing something, unlike some people.

[ And even if he's being bullied by some members of the Noah, Tyki manages to at least keep the image greedily to himself. ]

why aren't you touching yourself?

[teased]

that doesn't mean you can just do whatever you please. i still feel pain, too.

maybe because i'm being sarcastic and a part of me wishes you weren't like this.
even though i know it's stupid of me to think you'd be vanilla.
whatever.
we can try.

but don't try to run away the second you get scared,
or else i'm gonna have to sink my claws into you.
and i'd really like to avoid getting blood under my nails.

yeah, it just comes at you and won't stop sometimes.

[tordn]

[ ahhhh, no problem! i'm glad you were okay with picking it back up. ]

It was funny what a simple gesture could do. All it had taken to shake what nervousness remained to him was the threading of her fingers with his. Just that and it was gone. There wasn't an ounce of hesitation in meeting her gaze with one of his own, drinking in the sight of her with unbridled enthusiasm. Beauty was something he'd been surrounded with before, more times than Thor cared to count, but there was something about Natasha that surpassed flawed terms like beautiful or gorgeous.

She captivated him. There was no particular point in time he could recall when it happened, no specific event that had made his eyes widen and the rest of him take note. It just... had. It had, like the rain had fallen and the lightning brought the thunder. Intellectually, the list of things he admired about her seemed endless, but there was more to it than simple traits or impressive deeds.

He didn't dwell on it overlong, just as he didn't let himself fantasize on the deceptive softness of her fingers, fingers that belonged to a warrior as capable as any on Midgard or Asgard, wrapping around the full girth of his cock. Thor let those thoughts go and tried not to let his gaze wander too much, not yet.

"It would be bad for this business of saving the world if I did," the soft laughter accompanied his words and hid the slight shiver of anticipation at just how sensual her voice sounded just then, the touch of breathiness bringing new imaginings with it. Without thought, his fingers tightened, giving her hand a fond squeeze in return for the slow caress of her thumb; it was the touch his cheek that dominated his attention, the feeling of her fingers deliberately sliding along his skin and intimately learning more about him that caused him to inhale deeply in appreciation.

"You deserve a token of my thanks." Thor's voice grew quieter. They might be the only two in the room, but some words are meant to only be heard by one person. Affection shaped his smile as he reached up and covered her hand with his own, trapping it in place for the brief moment it took to turn his head and press a slow kiss to the palm of her hand. His eyes were closed for that moment and when they opened, his feelings, needs, and desires showed all the more clearly. "That is only the beginning of the token. Would you care to see more of it, Natasha?"

[tsunverde]

[Takao cuts himself off before Midorima can have any more spasms with assorted body parts, and he finally manages to settle himself down as they continue the drive to school. The pillow only stays in his lap because he needs somewhere to keep it, and not at all because he wants some insurance against his obnoxiously teenage body this morning.

With no idea of the train of thought behind this request, Midorima is more than happy to oblige.]

Let's return to this homework issue. How do you expect to learn anything at all if you don't complete the work on your own?

[rockpaperpedal]

[For once, Takao seems to give that unusually sincere consideration, lips pursing, looking up towards the sky thoughtfully for a few seconds before nodding to himself, satisfied and looking forward.]

Looks like it's fine. It doesn't do anything after all.

[mitsutada]

So you say, but you can be pretty single-minded sometimes.

And I'm not touching myself because it's no fun if I'm the only one enjoying it.

If you were into this too, I'd go ahead and let my hands wander, but...

[tsunverde]

Of course it's not fine! Were you even listening to what I just said?

[Takao just signed himself up for some supervised homework completion time.]

[rockpaperpedal]

It doesn't count as not doing anything if I'm just ignoring you! But it's alright. It didn't do anything for me at all. It was probably just that thing where when you're close, everything's gold.

[Just to prove he was listening to the topic, or rather, to make sure he's not asked further about that now that he realizes he's thinking out loud about That About Which They Do Not Speak...]

I got busy last night. If I copy, at least I'll learn it a little from writing it down. Inn't that better than just going into class empty handed?

man, for reels. and i'm always good with backtagging, it's totes my jam!

[maskirovka]

Despite her upbringing, Natasha had always possessed a strong center of self--she knew exactly who and what she was, but didn't let her past or the actions therein define her. She seldom became embarrassed, felt awkward or unsure; she was a woman who didn't shy away from speaking her mind or going after exactly what she wanted.

Which was why she smiled at the abatement of Thor's nervousness, feeling that tension simply disappear the moment their fingers entwined together. It was a good thing, a good feeling. She wanted him to be comfortable, regardless of how high passions might flame. And they might reach to the skies, if the feeling low in her gut was any indication, given how her loins had begun to tighten the more his voice washed oh so sensually over her ears.

Natasha chuckled lightly to his quip, laughing with him, glancing up into those lovely eyes when he spoke further. She almost asked why he felt he needed to thank her for anything, but then Thor was placing his hand over hers and turning his head to kiss her palm, and quite suddenly, Natasha Romanoff was rendered momentarily, but utterly, speechless. Those soft, soft lips on her roughened skin...this time she couldn't stop the shudder that coursed down her spine, but she nodded assent, untangling her tongue enough to murmur in a similarly low tone, "Please. But only if you kiss me first, Thor."

[flyinghome]

Less talk more action, for starters. Show me what tricks you have up your sleeve, Han Solo.

[Leia looks at him seductively, eyes wandering to his now naked chest. She liked what she saw already and she knew Han wouldn't disappoint.]

[tsunverde]

Quit talking nonsense, Takao.

[He will reflect on that moment of babbling later and piece it together enough to be properly mortified. For now, he's still flush with the success of not needing a shielding pillow for multiple minutes.

Speaking of That About Which They Do Not Speak, Midorima knows exactly what the distraction was and why Takao was otherwise occupied last night.]

Of course I still won't let you copy my homework, but since you can't be trusted to do it on your own, I'll sit and supervise you while you finish the assignment.

[Thinking about Takao being distracted doesn't even send him down another sex spiral. Naturally, it was only a matter of time before he figured out how to control those thoughts as well as he controls everything else in his life.]

[rockpaperpedal]

Pass.

[Which is going to be hard to do given they tend to spend most of the day together and that time is generally spent however Midorima prefers. And once he thinks about it, he doesn't want to pass so much as bargain.]

What if you lecture me through it while I'm copying? That's like studying.

[tsunverde]

[Oh, he has some lectures in mind.]

The one with unfinished homework isn't in a position to bargain.

[rockpaperpedal]

[The tension that spikes in his shoulders is visible. Midorima's got him there. Even if he tries to play it up as his usual unreasonable fussiness, he doesn't have any honest argument against such a point.

After a few more seconds, those shoulders sink as he slumps, sighs heavily, and calls out a defeated but petulant:]

'Kaaaaaay.


[But the idea of making a brief excuse to escape once they arrive at school hasn't actually left his mind. Takao's a resourceful, sociable man of options; even if someone else might not get him a perfect score, they might get him answers to turn in to avoid one lecture. He's already in for one from Midorima.]

[negater]

But you don't break easily, do you?
Or should I go easy on you, after all?

Careful, kitty. I might mistake your words for genuine concern.
With that said, it's hardly the worst thing I could ask you for, no?

Scared? Of you? Of pain?
I'm afraid neither causes me that much worry.
Though I'm also not as stupid as to think I could get away from you once you've got your hands on me.
I'm no good up close, you see.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[His patience has officially run out, and Chuuya helps himself to Dazai’s dick, pulling it out and gripping the base to steady it before sinking down to the hilt in one swift motion. Being stretched so much so quickly sends a jolt of pain right up his spine, but it’s not nearly enough to deter him when he’s this goddamn horny, and he grits his teeth as he lifts his hips and slams them back down again with little regard for letting himself adjust.]

Fuck...

[Stupid Dazai, working him up this much while he himself is barely breaking a sweat. Chuuya should punch his stupid fucking face in, but instead he sets a frantic pace as he bounces up and down on Dazai’s cock with wild abandon.]

[tsunverde]

[He has Takao's agreement, but he knows better than to call it anything more than a grudging agreement.]

Pouting won't change my mind.

[But enough of it might turn supervising his homework into telling him what the answers should be, not that he realizes he'll do this. In his mind, he is the strictest taskmaster. He gets pedaled to school every day, doesn't he?]

[rockpaperpedal]

I am not pouting.

[Not only is he pouting so openly it's an obvious characature of pouting, his voice is lowered and his pronunciation of the words a little heavier and less casually slurred, doing his best impression of a certain someone.]

[tsunverde]

[Midorima is a caricature of being affronted, or at least as much as someone riding in a wooden cart can be, but he's just being his natural self.]

Obviously I can tell what you're trying to do. I sound nothing like that.