midnight textings

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The Midnight Texting Meme It's the middle of the night and you're trying to catch some z's — or brooding alone in the alleys, as one does — when your phone dings and suddenly a stranger or a friend is texting you. What could they possibly want at this hour? Is it important? Stupid? Are they drunk or maybe just needy? Do they need help hiding a body??? Pick up your phone and find out! Rules: ● Post with your character's name and canon on the subject line, indicate preferences as needed ● Tag others ● Have fun!

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[dealwiththe]

Wait




Is that what's going on when you grab fistfuls of my hair while riding me?

[devilsheel]

No? Maybe? I don't know! You just have really great hair for grabbing.

[dealwiththe]

Chloe. Dearest. Love of my life. Keeper of my heart. Mother of my child. There is only one question that I desperately need the answer to right now.




How long have you been having sex dreams about me with horns?

[devilsheel]

[ oh, no, those cute names. ]

It was in the beginning! Once or twice. Does it really matter?

[dealwiththe]

Of course it matters! I want to know if you were having sex dreams about me before or after you vowed to never have sex with me!

[devilsheel]

After.

Maze never told you that she sat there with popcorn and watched me sleep and dream about it?

[dealwiththe]

No! Now she owes me an explanation as well!

[devilsheel]

What is there to explain? It was a sex dream.

[dealwiththe]

It’s proof I was right! Also that you’re kinkier than I gave you credit for.

[devilsheel]

What were you right about? I’m kinkier than you gave me credit for?

What, did you think I was missionary only type of partner?

[dealwiththe]

Right that you were attracted to me from the start, of course. It’s okay to admit it now.

I figured you’d enjoy being on top, but horns really take things to another level.

[devilsheel]

I wouldn’t say right from the very start. Hard to be attracted to someone who kept butting in on crime scenes and breaking the rules that came with them.

But here we are.

Being on top is a win for you and a win for me. Does it? I know NOW you don’t come with horns and a tail.

[dealwiththe]

You liked it.

And you always knew I don’t have horns! Which means you *wanted* me to. Even when you didn’t believe me.

[devilsheel]

After a while, yeah.

What? I didn’t know anything until I really got a good look at you. I always assumed the devil had horns and a tail.

[dealwiththe]

The lady is still protesting too much, even after all these years. It’s okay to admit what we both know, darling.

You thought I was a normal, hornless human. And yet, you were fantasizing about a horny devil.

[devilsheel]

I’m not protesting.

You’re right, I did. But you’re the one who kept talking about being the devil, and the devil has horns and a tail. In you know. Old and religious pictures. Stories.

“A horny devil” - you just described yourself.

[dealwiththe]

I know I told you I don’t have them. Before you even shot me! I’m sure I did.

So it really was all you.

Horny *for* the devil.

[devilsheel]

Maybe you did. Maybe you didn't. Fact of the matter is that I still had sex dreams of you with horns.

We were on your sofa btw. I was on top. It was a good make out session. From what I can remember.

[dealwiththe]

And therefore I was right!

But was dream-me as good at kissing as real-me?

[devilsheel]

Were you though? :)

Hmm. I think so. I mean it was PRETTY hot and heavy.

[dealwiththe]

Good. I’d hate to think even a fake version of me wouldn’t be up to snuff in that department.

[devilsheel]

I mean c’mon. Maze had POPCORN. It had to be good.

Still was a little embarrassing and weird, waking up suddenly to her there, watching me while I slept.

[dealwiththe]

I did warn you about living with her.

[devilsheel]

Right. But I didn’t expect that.

[dealwiththe]

No one ever expects Maze.