Sexting and phone sex

[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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[spiritandhuman]

[He's hellbent on killing every single witch that draws breath. There's no getting around that. Madison, however, could serve as a pleasant distraction for a short while]

Fewer than you might think. I aged quite fast.

[Explains why he looked so boyish when they first met. Like a teenager and now - well, he's grown into his final form]

And here I thought that offer went off the table.

[athirdchance]

[ It's a terrible idea. Utterly so. Then again, Madison's never made good choices. Choices to stay alive and save her own skin? Absolutely. Sometimes, sacrifices need to be made.

...And there are worse ways to spend an evening if she's being honest with herself. It's probably the few times she's actually honest. Even then, though, it's questionable. ]

If you come in my hair, I'm going to be really fucking angry.

[spiritandhuman]

Then I suggest you be a good girl and swallow.

[Wherever Madison is, ravens are beginning to gather outside. A bad omen and the Anti-Christ's calling card]

If you do a good enough job, I'll fuck you.

[athirdchance]

[ How could she forget the ravens? How could she forget anything relating to Michael and the entire apocalypse? She could feel Cordelia judging her from wherever she was, but the truth? You had to do what you had to do in order to survive. If that meant sucking off and fucking the very being they were against?

There were worse things.

And for as much of an evil ass he was? He was an attractive evil ass. Honestly, it's a miracle Madison didn't wind up in Hell forever. Or worse. Burned at the stake.

She gives a golf clap at the show and despite her attempt to seem lethargic and unimpressed, Madison knows better than to let her guard down too much. ]

No naked virgins crawling on the ground and trumpets from Hell? Just the ravens?

[spiritandhuman]

[This is a win-win situation for Michael, so he's not currently dwelling too much on his decision to offer this invitation to Madison. Out of all the witches he's encountered, she's the one who strikes him as the most practical. Willing to do just about anything to ensure her own survival, even at the cost of the lives of her 'sister' witches. Quite frankly, he's surprised she's remained loyal to Cordelia this long.

She's ruthless and cutthroat. Two things the Anti-Christ can most certainly appreciate]

I could send the scorpions if you prefer? The ravens will lead you to my current location if you follow them.

Don't bother bringing anyone else. This is a private meeting just for the two of us.

[athirdchance]

[ Bring anyone with her? There wasn't a chance. For one thing, she was selfish and wasn't about to share this experience. She also wasn't about to drop just anyone into his hands.

As instructed, she'd follow the ravens. She'd kept herself out of sight not wanting to draw unwanted attention. The last thing she needed or wanted was to answer a bunch of bullshit questions. ]

Knock, knock.

[ Present as requested, Madison keeps her head high and her posture tall. As tall as she can anyway. There was a difference between showing your fear and knowing when to push it aside and deal with shit. ]

[spiritandhuman]

[Ms. Miriam Mead (her robotic counterpart, of course) opens the door with a blank expression on her face. Acting on Michael's orders, she steps aside and gestures for the witch to follow. Madison is swiftly and silently led down a winding hall to a door that swings open before anyone so much as thinks of touching the door knob.

Michael Langdon is standing on the other side, dressed in a black suit that seems tailored to fit his frame perfectly. He's very slender and lithe and yet his body radiates power that seems to permeate the very air so thickly that it probably would have overwhelmed a lesser witch. He's become stronger since they last met. He looks older as well. Perhaps mid-twenties rather than looking like a teen heartthrob]

Come in, Miss Montgomery.

[His voice is velvet soft, almost hypnotic. He makes a gesture with his hand that seems to dismiss Miriam, because she walks away without a single word]