The Curse of the Cringy Crypt
Like the rest of the town, the crypt is an instagram tourist trap, but it's beloved nonetheless. unless, of course, you were a pasley... the pasley brothers hated halloween. and therefore, they hated wynthrope.
It's Cold Tonight
The moment he fished it back up, he realized he had everything he could possibly need, and how fast his morning would go away by browsing through instagram for hot guys in skimpy underwear.
Don't Fuck With the Lifeguard
I swear, i must've brushed through his entire facebook, twitter and instagram looking for his medals, but i just can't find any pictures of them. is he really that humble? fuck, that'd be hot. where was i?...
Truth or Dare
Trevor shuffled in his seat, flicking through instagram to distract himself. the bear looked at him as they stopped at a red light, its bright source casting half his face in a red tint. "you ok, hon? yer a little quiet."
Just a Peek Ch 1
If i wasn't so concerned of what the noise was, i'd have taken a picture and posted it on instagram to get all the likes. "oh, hello."
Gifted Exchange Part 2
His photos would soon be all over the net; facebook, instagram, tumblr... and those are the more innocuous sites. blake's chest began to feel tight and his breathing became shallower as the panic began to really set in. it wouldn't be long now.
A Date with Groovia
And of course, she was not about to send a captive audience off without a flexing pose for their instagrams. such adulation seemed to pep her back to normal in no time.
Family Secrets Pt. 1
That way leanna could text her fiancée, friends, and scroll instagram without someone peeking over her shoulder. riley sniffed the end of the handle, which carried no trace of being used as an improvised toy. leanna told him, "it was just a guess.
At The Ballet
Would porn convention photos float around instagram? and most importantly, who would be keeping their eyes on him? he sighed then, before feeling a furred hand brush against his arm.
Opus, Ch. 5.0: Voices
Call, text, email, instagram...i'm available. looking for some new blood for my brand of clientele." yep, for sure vampire. "i'll uh, hm. thanks."
Three's a crowd
"we comment on each other's instagram the rare few times we post something. i've tried to start a conversation with him a lot of times, but i never knew what to say. god, what did i get myself into agreeing to a whole dinner? i should just cancel."
Foxhunt Friday
Where the cubicle door hung open, a slender cheetah with the build of an instagram model waited, watching with a patient smile as the vixen fucked herself silly on finnick's pole.