#I took this selfie in a bar bathroom

[soypeachypt2]

I’m still alive I promise I was just going through some shit

[officialaemondtargaryen]

Never Gonna Be Alone [part 1]

Summary: A collection of small moments that lead to falling in love with your roommate. This is a Modern Day!AU.

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Author's Note: I've been writing two horribly depressing stories simultaneously for a while now and I needed a break from the angst. I hope that you all enjoy this.

Warnings for the entire series: language, drug & alcohol use, pining, fluff, possible angst, and possible sexual content. Plus, me attempting to be a comedian.

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She said, "he's kind of messy in every aspect of his life, but he's fun to be around!" Then, she very positively followed that up with, "I think you two would really get along!"

You met Helaena in college, and to be honest, you really didn't know her that well. She was a friend of a friend who had been in a few of the same classes as you, went to the same bars, and had a similar taste in art and music. She'd like every selfie, or ask to borrow a book you posted about, but you had never really hung out alone together.

So when your phone started ringing on a Friday night, after you were already three margaritas deep and swimming in queso dip at your cousin's birthday party, and it was Helaena Targaryen's name flashing across the screen, you were admittedly concerned; though, you'd always known her to be a pretty sincere person, so you took her word for it when she said that you should let her older brother move into the empty, second bedroom of your apartment. It might have been the tequila, or the fact that you were just that desperate, but you immediately agreed to her proposition without question.

You had been trying to rent the room out for months when it became impossible to afford the luxury of living alone, but every person that was interested happened to fall through for one reason or another. You had even offered a discounted rate (as the bedroom was smaller than yours and there was only one bathroom and it was a Jack-and-Jill), but you still couldn't find a good fit.

Enter Aegon Targaryen.

Suddenly, a guy whom you could only describe as 'that has to be Helaena's brother', was knocking on your door a week later. There was beat up Wrangler sitting on the curb behind him filled to the roof with cardboard boxes, and a tiny U-Haul hitched to the bumper with what little bit of furniture he had. He looked at you, blinked a few times and said, "I'm Aegon." You introduced yourself and he nodded; there were no pleasantries, no hand shakes or smiles. He just walked into your apartment, looked around, and then started moving his things in.

It was mid-July, so obviously there were better things you could be doing with your time than helping a complete stranger move his things into your home during a drought and a heat wave. Yet, you slid on your sandals and got to work after you had started to feel bad that you were sitting pretty in the air conditioning while your new roommate struggled in the humidity.

It didn't take long until the only thing left was his mattress. You weren't even sure how he got that monstrosity stuffed into the tiny trailer in the first place. It was ridiculously bulky and much heavier than it needed to be, but he swore that it was the most comfortable mattress you'd ever lay on in your life- a fact that you would just have to take his word for. You struggled, a lot, but put on a brave face as Aegon did most of the heavy lifting in the back and you navigated up front.

As you were coming up the porch steps with your sunglasses sliding off of your face as you dripped with sweat, and your arms tired from hours of heavy lifting (saving the heaviest for last, which was a terrible idea), you ended up missing the stoop completely and landing on your ankle awkwardly. You played it off until you had gotten the mattress onto his bed frame, and then silently cried about it in your now shared bathroom; quietly cursing the economy for forcing this situation upon you. Later that night as you were sitting on the couch, with your swollen ankle elevated on a couple of throw pillows, your new roommate tosses a bag of frozen peas in your lap and continues into his room with a bowl of cereal for dinner.

"Thanks," you called after him but only heard the sound of his bedroom door closing in reply.

Over the next few weeks you observed quite a bit about Aegon Targaryen. You knew which spoon was his favorite, how he preferred his tea, that he washed his hair with tea tree shampoo, and enjoyed mint chocolate chip ice cream. He cut the crust off of his sandwiches when he ate them at home, but when he packed his lunch he left them on. He could drink an entire box of wine by himself, but he typically stopped after two glasses, and he always asked if you wanted him to pour you one. He talked to his siblings a lot, but never his parents, and he really enjoyed watching dog videos on his phone while sitting on the couch as you tried to watch your show.

And when he laughed, he belly laughed, and you couldn't help but smile softly to yourself when he did.

Despite how taciturn he may have been, he was still good company, even if you were just sitting on opposite ends of the sofa doing your own thing. He always thanked you when you would leave leftovers in the fridge with a sticky note that had his name on it, and you started making sure that you made enough for two. When he came home late on the weekends, he tried his absolute hardest to do so quietly, but with those hardwood floors, it was almost impossible. He'd wake you up every single time, but you would never say anything. It was hardly an inconvenience after the many nights you'd fall asleep to the sound of him softly strumming his guitar in the next room.

And yet, you just couldn't help but wait for the other shoe to drop. Because it had to, right? Surely this would be a nightmare; God finally sending a punishment for your sins and giving him the face of a literal angel for shits and giggles. You weren't entirely convinced he wasn't Karma-In-Disguise, as the only other option was just too good to be true.

One morning you woke to find Aegon in the kitchen, standing at the counter, making himself a cup of tea. He had already brewed a pot of coffee for you and there was a box of assorted pastries sitting on the table, one of which he was holding between his teeth as he poured a splash of milk into his cup. He turned to you, leaning against the counter and took a bite out of his scone.

"What's this?" You quirked an eyebrow as you studied the scene.

"A 'thank you', I s'pose," he shrugged, voice deep with residual exhaustion. He scratched at the short stubble on his chin, almost nervously, "It's been like a month since I moved in here, and, to be honest, I wasn't really expecting you to let me stay longer than a week."

You laughed softly and took a few steps deeper into the kitchen, taking note of how comfortable the space was with his presence in it. You couldn't ignore the way your pulse quickened at the sight of him in this light; the way the soft, morning sun bounced off of his blonde hair like a halo. He stayed right where he was as you moved around him; his tired, blue eyes following as you grabbed your favorite mug and a spoon from the drawer.

"To be honest, I wasn't expecting you to want to stay," you mentioned as you stood next to him and added two scoops of sugar to your cup. Your eyes flickered up to meet his stare, which was so blue you might as well have been looking up at the sky itself. "We're basically strangers."

"I wouldn't say that," he shrugged, lips curling into a small smirk, and you had to stop looking at him before you spilled coffee all over yourself.

"Oh? What are we then?" You asked, feeling your cheeks warming slightly as you averted your gaze.

"Not strangers," you could hear the smirk in his tone; his gaze lingering for a moment longer before he took another bite of his pastry and pushed himself off the counter. "Besides," he added, taking a few steps towards the living room before glancing back at you. "A stranger wouldn't know your favorite bakery."

You laughed softly through your nose, realizing that your new roommate had just admitted to eavesdropping on your late-night FaceTime conversations with your best friend. Though, you were sure it was only because he didn't have a choice in the matter; the walls were paper-thin, after all. But, you remembered telling her just the day before yesterday how badly you were craving a chocolate croissant, but getting one was difficult because they were always sold out.

There were four chocolate croissants in that box.

"Fuck," you sighed.

[shurislover]

Small Gestures that Shuri does that mean A LOT to you

seen this trend on tiktok and thought it would be cute to do !!

Shuri Udaku x Reader

Always sends Good Morning & Goodnight Texts

“ morning baby had to go into the lab early call me when you wake up”

“ texting you because you fell asleep on the phone goodnight my love “

Loves to leave handwritten love notes around the house , especially when she has to go away on work trips / missions

The first to notice when your social battery dies while out at an event / party

Shuri takes a look over at you while she mingles with friends and notices you fidgeting with your fingers and sitting at the bar.

“ I am so sorry to interrupt but my girlfriend and I have to go, I appreciate you guys inviting us and have a lovely evening ” - Shuri smiled as she jogged over to you

“ Let’s go baby “- Shuri held out her hand to grab yours

“ But we just got here.” - You whispered

“ Noticed you were a little uncomfortable I know big events aren’t really your cup of tea , so we are leaving princess.”

Always lets you know when she’ll be late answering messages cause she knows you worry

wifey 💍

hey baby just letting you know i’ll be extremely busy in the lab today so i won’t answer my messages as fast as i usually do, i love you so much and i’m grateful to have you in my life, i’ll see you tonight

Sends you songs that she absolutely loves that reminds her of you.

wifey 💍

sending you songs because they remind me of you

Cater 2 U by Destiny’s Child

Differences by Ginuwine

Carrying Your Love by David Morris

I Love You by Little Mix

When I See U by Fantasia

Kiss Me Thru the Phone by Soulja Boy

My Love by Justin Timberlake

Sex with Me by Rihanna

Nasty by Ariana Grande

Snooze by Sza

Into You by Tamia

Will randomly facetime you especially when she’s wearing your clothes

“ Shuri i’ve been looking for that sweater all week and this whole time you’ve had it ?”- You whined

“ You know i love taking your clothes and plus it was cold this week so it was only right i take your sweater. Do you want me to freeze and get sick ?” - Shuri grinned

“ No baby .”- You smiled and you playfully rolled your eyes

Anytime she builds something new, you are the first person she shows.

When you guys hold hands she always rubs her thumb around your hand because it soothes you and makes you feel calm & safe

Sends reassuring text messages

“ i feel safe with you “

“ you make me so happy “

“ i can’t wait to marry you “

“ you’re so beautiful “

“ when we have kids i hope they grow up to be exactly like you “

“ you mean the world to me “

Every since Shuri found out what pinky promises meant she uses it all the time

“ i pinky promise to be back on time to watch Spider-man with you “

“ remember you can’t break pinky promises so you better be here on time “ - you smiled

Sends you random selfies throughout the day. Whether she’s in her lab , just finished a mission , right next to you , in the bathroom , going on walks etc .. wherever she’s at she’s sending you selfies

Has a different nicknames for you

babe , baby , pretty , my love , boo , mi amor , beautiful, sunshine , my princess , wifey

Shuri made all the off guard pictures she took of you into a photo collage and set it as her lock screen. Her home screen is of you bent over in a dress she loves you in while she’s behind you 🤭

Shuri will drop anything and everything for you. As soon as she hears “ baby i miss you “ “ please come home “ “ i need you “ She’s out the door running to get to you

Shuri follows the sidewalk rule. She stands on the outside and you stand on the inside.

Full and undivided attention. Anytime you’re talking she gives you her full attention and eye contact

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this trend is so cute to me 🥺 and i adore shuri with all my heart. she’s such a good gf 🤭

[lesbiankimdahyun]

Hi! can I request a poly misamo (mimo g!p) with vampire mina, werewolf momo, and succubus sana (if you’re not comfy with writing succubus, pls feel free to change or remove it) where they meet at a bar then start flirting until they end up fucking in sana’s house? Momo being turned on at their scents bc of her sensitive nose, mina teasing them both with her fangs, and sana’s dirty talk making mimo even harder. Thank you and happy halloween!

enjoy! here's part one :)

Devil's Night

3.5k words

CW: GP, vampires, werewolves, demons, Sana has some maybe questionable supernatural abilities when it comes to getting her way...

[GP!Vampire!Mina x Succubus!Sana x GP!Werewolf!Momo]

There were, at any given moment, only a handful of safe bars in the city for undiscovered monsters, folkloric creatures and hybrids to congregate for a drink without fearful, judgmental stares from the rest of the human population. 

But in the days leading up to Halloween, it was a little easier to slip undetected among the throngs of people out celebrating. 

It was Devil's Night, the night before Halloween, and Mina felt an invisible, out of character pull toward the dark club she now found herself walking into in the district of the city most known for its vibrant nightlife. The throb of the heavy bass hit her eardrums at the same time her vampiric senses detected the astounding number of beating hearts inside. Once inside, Mina flocked to the bar on the main level and watched the crowd around her with rapt fascination: the shadows of happy, drunken people with sweating drinks in hand, the way lasers and lights hit their faces every so often, the way they erupted in cheers when they recognized the remixed versions of Rezz, Hante and darkwave pop songs that played overhead. 

At the bar, she ordered a glass of ice. The bartender gave her a funny look. “No water?” he’d asked, but complied. Shortly after receiving her cup of ice, Mina headed for the bathroom. 

She ducked into a stall quickly, keeping her face out of view as best she could to avoid the mirrors in front of the sinks as girls nearby touched up their makeup, took selfies and washed their hands. No one noticed her, though. She emerged from the stall shortly after, knowing whoever cleaned up was going to get a real Halloween fright when they found the drained bag of donated blood in the trash receptacle reserved for menstruation products.  

Mina weaved her way back to the bar with her glass in hand. She normally preferred her blood warm and from a willing, living source, but if she wanted to blend in, it needed to look like a dark mixed drink, so she settled for sipping O negative on ice through a straw so it wouldn’t stain her lips and alarm anyone close to her. She wasn’t opposed to drinking alcohol, but alcohol lowered her inhibitions, and right now she needed help to resist the club full of living juice boxes: people full of an array of blood types, some regular and some spiked– those that had all sorts of fun, illicit substances in their systems. 

The vampire licked her lips absentmindedly and staked out a new seat toward the end of the bar, away from the guy who had taken her order. The number of people coming in to dance kept rising. Usually the vampire avoided this kind of environment, but there really was some sort of magnetic attraction to the space she couldn’t shake off. She wanted to stay a little longer.  

She swiveled around on the bar stool, thinking about taking a look at the Halloween drink specials, only to bump into someone next to her. 

“Oh,” she said softly, then found her voice over the blaring club music, “Sorry!”

The woman who she had bumped into turned around. “No worries!” she said, offering Mina a smile. 

Mina, had she still been human, knew her heart rate would’ve spiked after taking in the woman’s appearance. She was stunning. As the woman smiled, the vampire found the corners of her own mouth turning up, too. 

The stranger beside her was everything Mina wasn’t: warm, athletic and rugged. She was dressed as a sexy zookeeper in short khaki shorts, a suggestively unbuttoned khaki shirt with multiple pockets, and a red bandana around her neck. A pair of high heeled Timberland boots finished off her look. Her stylish, shaggy wolf cut framed her face perfectly, and Mina couldn’t help but notice just how well toned the woman’s body was. 

“Wow,” the other woman spoke, giving Mina a not-so-subtle once over. “You must need, like, SPF 500.”

Mina blinked at the other woman. Then she remembered how pale she must’ve looked in comparison. Lacking a reflection (save for when she looked in ponds, lakes, or full bathtubs) made it hard to remember what her features looked like to other people. “Oh,” she said, looking down at her drink. “Uh, yeah, kinda.” 

Momo offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry,” she said. “I just meant, like— you’re really pretty, is what I’m trying to say.” 

Mina perked up a bit at that. “Thank you,” she said, allowing herself to look up into the woman’s golden eyes. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Momo,” the woman said, switching her drink to her left hand and extending her right out to shake. Mina took it and their touch was like fire meeting ice. She knew her hands were cold all the time, but this woman’s hand seemed far warmer than a normal human’s. Mina’s mouth watered a little, detecting Momo’s steady pulse quickly. 

“And you are?”

The vampire shook off her blood-centered thoughts. “I’m Mina,” she said, offering a shy smile.

“Oh wow, your fangs are great!” Momo said, leaning in as Mina spoke. “And your contacts— where did you find red-rimmed ones? I love a good vampire costume.”

Mina blushed. “I um, I have a friend who does special fx makeup,” she said quickly. It was a complete lie, but what other choice did she have? She never revealed herself during fleeting encounters with humans. 

“Yours are really nice, too,” the vampire added, nodding toward Momo’s eyes. “What a pretty golden color.” 

It was Momo’s turn to freeze for a moment. “Oh these– I mean, thank you,” she said, taking a sip of her drink quickly. 

Mina didn’t miss the awkward beat and felt bad. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I didn’t mean to make you self conscious.”

Momo leaned in a little closer, brushing her arm against Mina’s. “No! No, not at all,” she said, thinking quickly, “Just– forgot I was wearing them,” she said with a nervous laugh. 

Mina was about to ask if she could buy her a drink when a voice behind them interrupted. 

“Wow, you two have got to be the hottest couple here.” 

Momo and Mina both turned around to find a dizzyingly pretty stranger before them. She was some sort of demon, it appeared, but a slutty version. The two tried their best not to let their eyes linger for too long, but it was hard not to stare. 

The mystery woman wore ripped black thigh high stockings secured with black garters and recognizable red-bottomed black heels. A shiny black bodysuit covered her top half, but left plenty to the imagination with a criss-cross cutout running down from the top to the middle of the suit. She wore a tattered black cape that barely covered her ass, her deep red lipstick matched the back of her heels, and the dark, almost ombré-esque horns on top of her head were the perfect finishing touch. They looked sturdy and quite well made. 

“Oh,” Mina said, recovering first while Momo’s jaw hung slightly slack. “We’re– we’re not a couple.” She noticed that the new woman’s ears were slightly pointed, too, and wondered what kind of prosthetics she was using. 

The demon girl seemed unphased. “Oh, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice as sweet as it was sultry. “Saves me from embarrassing myself and hitting on both of you, then.”

It was then that Momo finally found her voice. “You can hit on us,” she blurted. 

A small smile crossed the demon’s lips as Momo blushed instantly. “I mean, I-I can’t speak for Mina but…” 

The demon’s eyebrows went up. “So you do know each other?”

Mina watched the girl curiously. “Barely,” she piped up. She felt strangely compelled to keep this conversation going. Despite not caring what most people thought of her, she wanted this girl to like her. “We just met.”

The woman hummed thoughtfully. “I see,” she said, a playful smile still present. “Well if either of you are interested…I’m heading to the bar on the upper level,” she said, flicking her eyes up to the more secluded lounge upstairs. 

“Isn’t that VIP?” Momo asked. “I uh, I don’t think I can get in there.”

“Me either,” Mina said, taking a sip of her chilled blood. She gripped her glass a little tighter while she eyed the demon girl’s exposed upper thighs, trying her best not to think about femoral arteries.

“I can get you in,” the woman shrugged. “It’s no trouble,” she said, eyes roaming over the two of them. “Really.”

Momo and Mina looked at each other. Momo had an amused smile on her face now, and Mina noticed the shade of gold her eyes had been a minute ago was now a little darker. Mina’s breath caught. Colored contacts didn’t normally change color. She couldn’t be inhuman too, could she..?

“I’m in,” Momo said, interrupting Mina’s train of thought. “Mina?”

Mina looked at the two women in front of her. She knew she shouldn’t. It was risky and there was no guarantee that even if things went her way, that either of them would be into what she told humans was her “severe blood play kink.” But getting a drink with two women, especially ones this attractive, was too tempting to pass up. Isn’t this the point of Devils’ Night? she asked herself. To take advantage of the lifting of the veil between her world and humans’? 

“Okay,” she said, surprising herself and sliding off of the bar stool.

The horned demon led the way through the crowd of dancing people in costumes of all kinds. Momo followed after, with Mina bringing up the rear. At the top of the stairs, the entrance to the lounge, a burly security guard stopped them. “If you don’t have wristbands already, I’ll need names to confirm you on my list,” he said gruffly.

“Minatozaki Sana,” the demon said sweetly, twirling some of her long, dark hair around her finger. The guard went to check the guest list pulled up on his phone, but she touched his arm lightly, making him look up at her first. “There should be two guests as well,” she said, smiling at him. 

The guard looked at her. He paused for a moment, then blinked. “Two guests,” he repeated monotonously, putting his phone away and allowing them in. He didn’t even check the list. 

Momo and Mina exchanged awe-struck glances before following after her. The second level of the club was much less crowded. The lighting was more dim too, but Mina had no trouble seeing in the dark. It looked like Momo had adjusted just fine, too, as the demon led them to a secluded area around the corner. 

She chose a table that had a long booth on one side and chairs on the other. Momo slid into the booth first, followed by Sana. Mina was going to snag one of the chairs, but was stopped. 

“Sit next to me?” the demon girl asked. It was a suggestion, but Mina’s body reacted as if it were a command and she found herself nodding, abandoning the chair and sliding in next to her so Sana was in the middle. 

Sana beamed. “Are you thirsty?” she asked the two of them. 

“I can get us some drinks,” Momo offered, moving to get up, but Sana shook her head. 

“No, no, you stay here,” she said, and Momo stayed put. 

“Excuse me?” the demon said, catching the attention of a passing staff member. 

Minutes later, two rounds of shots were delivered to their table, on the house, despite the fact that this was very much not one of those clubs with table service or an establishment that gave drinks out for free. 

“Whoa,” Momo said as they each were presented with glasses of water, slotted spoons, two sugar cubes, and two small glasses of curiously green liquor. “Do you like, know the owner or something?”

Sana laughed, wetting the sugar cubes for the three of them so they would start to drip into the green liquid. “Something like that. I’m Sana, by the way,” she said. 

Momo and Mina introduced themselves again, taking in their new environment. Away from the heavier crowds, Momo’s hypersensitive nose wasn’t so overloaded with surrounding scents. She watched as the sugar dissolved through the slotted spoon, disappearing into the drink. She brought it up to her nose and sniffed lightly. It smelled unlike anything she’d ever tasted before. 

The vampire, on the other hand, recognized it almost immediately. 

“Absinthe? Mina asked curiously.

“Very good,” Sana said. “Fitting for Devil's Night, don’t you think?”

Momo hummed, but Mina looked a little anxious. “Devil's Night?” she asked. “You’re…familiar?”

Sana shrugged. “Quite,” she said. “I like to celebrate by window shopping along all of the clubs in the city. If one looks good enough, sometimes I’ll drop in.” 

The vampire picked up her glass and took a sip. She couldn’t believe Sana had ordered two for each of them. The unmistakable anise and fennel flavors took over her tongue immediately. There was no way she was going to finish both given how strong they were. 

Then she frowned. It was like she was only now understanding what Sana had just said. 

“Window shop?” Mina asked, puzzled by the woman’s choice of words. “For what?” 

“A treat, of course,” Sana said, offering no further explanation. She looked between the two of them. “What about you two?” she asked. “Here for Devil's Night or just having a fun Halloweekend?”

Momo’s face reddened a little. “I’m…uh, Devils’ Night,” she said.

Sana’s eyes flicked over to Mina. They seemed to look straight into Mina’s soul, or lack thereof while she waited for her to answer. 

“Same here,” Mina said quickly, hoping the follow up question wasn’t going to be ‘Why?’ 

“I thought you both might be,” Sana said, pausing to drink some of her absinthe. She had long, black acrylic nails that she now tapped thoughtfully on the side of her glass. “Forgive me for asking so soon after meeting, but how do we smell to you, Momo?” she asked with a grin, making the athletic girl nearly choke. 

“S-smell?” Momo asked nervously, tugging at the bandana around her neck a little. She almost reminded Mina a little bit of Scooby Doo in her mannerisms. 

Sana put a hand on Momo’s thigh and leaned in toward her neck. “I’ve always been curious to know what a vampire smells like, if anything, to a werewolf.” 

Mina’s eyes widened at that and she slid out of the booth with lightning speed at the same time Momo was scrambling to get up on the other end. 

Sana just laughed, taking another sip of her drink. “Relax,” she said, checking out her nails casually. “I’m not a threat. And I’m not human, either.”

“Then…?” Mina asked. She couldn’t finish her question. Her vampiric instinct was telling her to flee, but she hadn’t run off like she had planned. Her feet felt glued to the floor. She couldn’t bring herself to leave, but she also couldn’t bring herself to sit back down. 

“H-how did you know?” Momo asked. She was sitting at the edge of the booth. Her fight or flight instinct seemed to be stalled, too. 

“I’ll tell you if you drink with me, please?” Sana batted her eyelashes at them. “Just one little drink.” 

Realizing she was probably drawing more attention to herself by standing, Mina begrudgingly obliged and sat back down, sliding back over next to Sana. “Fine,” she said. She reached for her glass, knocking back the first round of absinthe in one go. Her eyes watered and she almost coughed, but she kept it down, clearing her throat once the alcohol was safely traveling down her esophagus. It was over the top, maybe, but now she could at least say she’d had one drink if she needed to hightail it out of there. 

Sana’s eyes seemed to glow. “Wow,” she said. She then turned to the werewolf. “Momo?” 

Momo seemed stiffer than Mina had been, and it took a few seconds before her body relaxed again. Hesitantly, she slid back over next to Sana, too. 

She looked at Mina, who shared her bewildered expression, and then followed the vampire’s lead, downing her first glass of absinthe, too. She grimaced, licking her lips the way a dog would after realizing the treat it had just eaten was stuffed with medicine. 

Sana smirked. “Mm, I love being right,” she said, clearly pleased with herself. “A sexy vampire and a sexy werewolf, what luck.” 

Momo and Mina peered at each other curiously. 

“So– your fangs..?” Momo asked.

“Real,” Mina said. She couldn’t believe she was admitting this so freely, in a public space no less. 

“And your eyes… no full moon, huh?” Mina offered up. 

Momo chuckled. “Not tonight,” she said sheepishly. 

“But it will be in like, two days,” Sana said, bringing their attention back to her. “What are you doing out so close to the start of your rut cycle, little werewolf?” she said, using one of her nails to gently touch just under Momo’s chin. She turned Momo’s head, making the werewolf look at her before resting her hand on Momo’s thigh again. 

Momo blushed.  

Sana’s other hand made its way to Mina’s thigh. “You’re taking a risk too, aren’t you? A little vampire on her very best behavior while surrounded by walking blood-flavored Capri Suns,” she giggled. It wasn’t malicious in any way, but Mina still went red, which really only made her look slightly more human as the hint of color made its way to her pale face. 

“Enough about us,” Momo said, feeling suddenly protective of the pretty vampire. “You said you’re no threat or a human. So what are you?”

“Hmm. An appreciator of gorgeous women, for starters,” Sana said, taking her hand off Momo’s thigh to finish off her first glass of absinthe. “Please,” she said, nudging the second glasses toward them. 

There it was again– that invisible persuading force. Momo brought the second glass up to her lips carefully. The alcohol was already running amok through her system. And even though she was still slightly distressed by the mystery woman’s ability to clock her so easily, she was also starting to become slightly aroused. The demon girl beside her smelled sinfully good, as did the vampire, almost earthy, like late fall leaves. 

And not only did they smell good, Momo thought, they were both incredibly attractive. She found Mina alluring with her sleek, perfectly conditioned long dark hair and sharp fangs tucked behind those pretty lips, and Sana’s entire presence was devastatingly sexy. Her costume didn’t help with the werewolf’s arousal, either.  

Mina found herself drinking from her second glass, too. The buzz was hitting her faster than anything she’d experienced when she was human. Like Momo, she was unsettled, but mildly turned on. Momo’s bangs kept getting in her eyes, making her look slightly doe eyed when she looked up, and Sana, whatever she was, was downright delicious, especially with her know-it-all attitude. And both of them had hearts pumping plenty of warm blood through their bodies. 

They watched as Sana then tapped on one of the curled, thick dark horns on her head. “Not a costume,” she admitted. 

“Y-you’re a demon?” Mina asked, shocked. 

Sana pouted. “Don’t say it like that,” she said, her voice darkening for a millisecond. “I’m not scary.” 

She paused. “Well. Not all the time.” She looked up between the two of them to make sure their eyes were on her. Mina and Momo watched, unsure whether to feel horrified or impressed, as Sana showed more of herself to them. The whites of her eyes vanished for a moment, completely overtaken by empty blackness. 

And then, just as soon as it happened, it was over and Sana’s big, brown irises came back into view among the whites of her eyes. 

Momo’s heart rate spiked and Mina sensed it immediately. She found it strangely sexy of Sana to be able to get Momo’s heart racing with such little effort. Vampirism had really changed her turn-ons over the years. 

“S-so what is this, then? What do you want with us?” Momo asked. She peered down at Sana’s hand on her thigh, suddenly afraid of getting hard in front of her and Mina. 

“Aw, am I making you nervous, Momo?” Sana giggled lightly, bringing a hand up to toy with the werewolf’s bandana. She hooked a finger under it, pulling Momo close as if to kiss her. She waited for a second to see how the werewolf would react, and just as she’d thought, Momo inched closer. 

“I just want to have some fun,” she said, barely brushing her lips against Momo’s. Sana turned away from her then to look at Mina. Her eyes moved down between the vampire’s legs while her hand moved up the vampire’s thigh and squeezed it lightly. “With both of you.” 

The demon smirked, removing her hands from both the other two’s bodies and picked up her second glass of absinthe. “I know you two are already interested in each other based off of the way you were gazing at each other when I first saw you,” she said, making the word sound more like gay-zing. “So…is there room for one more?” 

Mina nodded at the same time Momo stammered a shy “Yes.”

“Well then,” said Sana, picking up her remaining glass for a toast. “Cheers to Devil's Night.” 

[emitheduck]

Waking Up In Vegas (Aaron Hotchner x Reader)

a/n: I am a HUGE fan of the trope of ‘waking up married’ and this time, i wrote it as a gift for my bff @nanamilkbread

t/w: reader is female, mention of drinking (drinking excess to getting black out), sexual situations-MDNI

MASTERLIST —

(Y/n) groaned as she woke up, her head pounding while she fought to cover her eyes from the sun beam that was shining down right on her face. Clearly, she had too much to drink last night. Feeling the bed shift next to her, and not knowing who was in bed next to her, just went to show she had too much. 

She tried her best to slip out from the blankets as slow as she could; trying to also to get a peak of the mystery person in the bed next to her. Getting out of bed was one success, but seeing that the person in the bed next to her–clearly a man from the bare back–had his head completely under the pillow proved to be a failed attempt at trying to see who he was.

The more that she looked around the room, the more she noticed this wasn’t her hotel room. She was sharing a room with Emily on this case, this room only had one queen bed instead of the others that had two. At least it was the same hotel she was staying at with the team and she didn’t wander around Vegas last night. Oh god, what happened last night? Every memory from last night was blurred. She searched around for her phone, pausing out of fright when the man in the bed started to make noise and moved around. “Babe, are you sure you want to do this?”

“Just fuck me already..”

(Y/n) felt her cheeks flush as she remembered a little bit of the night prior. She could remember the team going out for drinks to celebrate finishing the case, then there was a gap, and she remembered getting hot and heavy with someone–the mystery man in bed. The man from the bed let out a grunt as he willed himself to sit up. When he stood up from the bed, they both made eye contact and (Y/n) let out a silent scream; the sound dying in her throat.

Mystery man was none other than Aaron Hotchner, her boss. 

Hotch looked like a deer in headlights, moving to quickly grab his boxers and put them back on. “(Y/n), did you just come in or were you here?”

“I-I was here when I woke up. I’m so sorry Sir, I didn’t even know, I don’t even remember–” She stammered as she quickly threw on the nearest article of clothing (clearly a mens t-shirt) to cover herself. 

“Don’t apologize and please don’t call me Sir right now.” He sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I remember going out, and Prentiss practically poured drinks down our throats. And then, I can’t remember anything.”

(Y/n) frowned, going over to the fridge in the room and grabbing two bottles of water, handing one to him which he gladly took and started drinking from. It was one thing that she was embarrassed, but to see her boss like this was on a different level. 

“Check your phone, I was just about to look through mine.” She instructed him, grabbing her phone and going instantly to her pictures. “Tell me if you find anything.” There were the usual pictures from the night out, like taking selfies with Penelope in the bathroom of whatever bar they were drinking, taking pictures of Spencer mid-explanation where someone was usually pretending to be dead in the back (that person usually Morgan).

“It looks like my phone was dead, do you have anything on yours?” Hotch asked as he got up from the bed, trying not to hover over her shoulder.

She didn’t answer him as she continued to scroll. Pictures started to get worse in quality the more the night went on. “From what I see, we all got separated? And then it looks like we went to some kind of bar?”

“I have no idea what would have possessed me to drink this much.” Hotch groaned as he finished off this water. “This photo looks like we ended up at a wedding?” She questioned, holding out her phone to show him the picture. Only then, did she get a good look at the gold band on her left hand ring finger. “Oh my fucking god..”

He didn’t even ask, but grabbed the phone out of her hand to closer examine the picture. “(Y/n), I’m going to ask this as calm as I can. Did we get married last night?”

(Y/n) felt her bottom lip starting to tremble, not being able to look at him out of fear she’d start to cry. “I think we did get married last night, because I’ve never noticed this on my finger before.” She told him, holding out her hand for him to see while she looked down at the floor.

“And judging from both of us walking up naked, it’s safe to assume that we both had sex last night.” Hotch said while he tossed her phone back on the bed, getting a glimpse at the ring on his own hand. “I’ll try to find the number for HR, you’re going to want to call them, probably get a transfer to a different division might be the best–”

“I’m not calling HR, and I’m not going to try to transfer.” She interrupted him quickly, finally looking at him and feeling the blush on her cheeks. “We’re both adults, and sure, you’re my boss and this was something neither of us planned for, but we can figure this out!”

He sighed, pinching his brow as he tried to think. “(Last Name), I would never want to put you in a position where this does anything to your job.”

(Y/n) shook her head. “I respect you so much, and if this makes you uncomfortable then I’ll do whatever you want, but maybe we try and figure this out when we’re not hungover in a Vegas hotel room?”

Hotch nodded. “That seems like the best idea. We don’t bring it up, and we just wait till we get back home.”

“Can I ask you a question, or if I do will you fire me?” (Y/n) asked him, trying her best to smile at the fact he was also giving her a slight smile. “Does this mean I can call you Aaron?”

“Only if I’m allowed to call your Mrs. Hotchner.” He smirked, watching as her face turned bright red. 

“Yeah you got me there.” She winced with a smile, gathering the rest of her clothes from the floor. “I am going to try and sneak back into my room, and we will just, not talk about this for the rest of the time being.” 

MASTERLIST

[toxicanonymity]

Toxic: this is from 🎃 anon who kindly asked about writing something for me. this is amazing and it starts after cucking stepdad with another Joel so read that first. so many references 😭 💗

Anonymous asked:

Halloween here! Here's my lil fic just for you. I had fun rereading both Joels' fics and tossing in some inside jokes and hopefully captured their mannerisms and speech (dialogue is hard for me). Thank youuuuu!:) (also ur the genius not me lol). SDJ=Stepdad Joel

Joelkemon Universe What If?

(what if you met up with Thighs after your latest cucking fun) BY HALLOWEEN ANON

1.5k, thighs out!Joel x f!reader, cuck!SDJ

After the three of you come off your high, SDJ shuffles into the pool’s bathroom/locker room to clean up. He doesn’t come out for a while, and you and Thighs Out swim around a little and you chat and flirt together. You find out he's staying at the resort for two weeks partly on vacation and partly for work. He's a sports agent for a very famous golfer who now in old age is more famous for their spokesperson work for the resort and makes surprise appearances in the course for golf fans.

You both agree to meet for dinner that evening at the nicest restaurant on the water. “If you need anything in the meantime, sugar,” he brushes his thumb against your lip and you sigh. He looks up past your shoulder and his eyebrows go up. “Just give me a call.” He kisses your hand and nods his head, calling over your shoulder “Take care buddy!” to SDJ who just came back from the locker room and has a permascowl across his face. He looks between the two of you and shakes his head. “For god’s sake”, he mutters under his breath and huffs off while you lay on one of the chairs, soaking up the sun with your book. 

You tell your mom and SDJ you have dinner plans with someone and your mom says something like “good for you girl!’ but SDJ's jaw drops and he blurts out a short "No!" and then covers his mouth. Your mom laughs and smacks him in the chest. "Oh c'mon hon she's an adult. Don't be such a square.” You hear them leave while you're in your room getting ready.  

You change into a snug, lacy swimsuit coverup that could pass for a dress. You put on a new, skimpier swimsuit underneath and some strappy, tall sandals. Thighs sends you the name of the restaurant and you send him a mirror selfie from the bathroom. “Damn, sugar 💦 Don’t keep Daddy waiting 🦪” You mentally agree to yourself to send him at least three nude selfie that night during dinner. 

At the restaurant Thighs treats you to drinks and the best meal you’ve had the whole vacation. He asks about SDJ’s deal and you tell him the abridged version of your history. 

“Yeah, he sounds like a-” 

“Jackass, I know” you sigh. 

“I was gonna to say a dumbass prude, but that works too." He leans back and takes a drag of his vape (🍃) and blows it out to sea. "No way I could stop myself if you were under my roof. Hell, no way I'd wanna.” He licks his lips. This stirs something in you and you feel your core pulse under your dampening bikini bottoms. He passes you the pen and you take a huge hit.

“So, do you want to fuck him? No judgement if you do.” He puts his hands up defensively. You hesitate and he laughs.

“Alright..do you want to fuck with him?" You decide he's onto something and you both start plotting.

You move to the bar of the restaurant after dinner and the sun has almost set. You send SDJ a snapchat pic of you holding your near empty margarita glass in front of the sunset. He opens it but immediately notices a glint of light on your chest: it's a very familiar looking gold chain. He immediately messages you to Take That Off and Who Took That Picture. You ignore him and ten minutes later he sends you a link to a stunning and extremely expensive Zeels diamond necklace and message that just says "please" and “im sry”. Maybe we're being too hard on him you tell Thighs. “You could be harder on me,” Thighs pouts jokingly. “You know I’d be happy to return the favor.” You smile and tell him to close his eyes. His eyebrows shoot up and he grins, eyes closed. “Okay, you can open them.” There’s something soft and hot pink sitting on the small bread plate he didn’t use from dinner. Thighs out drops his jaw, for once since you met him, he is speechless.

You text SDJ a thumbs up emoji and a selfie of yourself without the chain. You're leaning over, giving him a decent view of your tits that he came to not four hours earlier. 

SDJ tries to video chat you and you decline the call. He calls you and you pick up, "What is it now?". "Just missin' you s'all." SDJ slurs drunkenly. Your mom made friends with a bachelorette party so I'm in the room…alone…" He sounded more pitiful and sultry. "Look" you say, cringing at how pathetic he sounds. "The only way I'll even think about giving you another chance is that you prove to me you're sorry. For being such an overprotective, prudish, selfish, cheating asshole." 

There's a long pause. "So you don't want to fuck me?" he whimpers. 

"I didn't say that" you say bluntly. He hears a loud laugh and woo that's my girl on your end of the phone. “Just wait for my text, ok?” you say. “‘Kay baby. Love-”. You hang up.

You send SDJ one last picture, this time over text, you’re in your coverup looking out over the bar's balcony at the beach. He replies with a picture of his bulge nudging his veiny hand while laying on the couch and a heart emoji next to his head.

Thighs and you head to the beach with two pool chairs after dinner. It's late enough in the evening that there are only a few people left straggling by the water. The beach bar is far but close enough that someone could see you two if they were really looking for something filthy. 

You really do feel sorry for SDJ. And you really do miss teasing him and sneaking around. But if you two are going to fuck again, he has to prove he was in the wrong. And if that ends up blowing up in your face you can at least blackmail him. It’s a win-win for you either way.

You lay on the chair as the evening cools down your skin. Thighs holds your phone with one hand and with his other peels your coverup off and unties your bikini. He kneads your breasts, continuing to point your phone at your tits and face. "Are we filming?" you purr at him. "Hell yeah, baby. And you look like a fuckin' star." You blush and he chuckles, rubbing his inner thighs off camera where his swim shorts end. You flop back in the chair and he grinds his shorts and his growing dick outline into your core. A little bit of trimmed pubic hair peeks out from the tent in his shorts standing almost at full attention. That show is just for you however. He keeps your phone's camera pointed at your jiggling breasts and face screwed up in ecstasy. "Say stop," Thighs growls as he grips the fleshiest part of your hip and thrusts his covered erection into your dripping seam. "M-more!" you loudly beg and arch your back. A few silhouettes at the bar look in your direction. This only makes your nipples harder and you grind quick little circles into his crotch, aching for some friction. "Be patient, baby. You can do it. Tell your Stepdad your offer." he smacks your bottom playfully as he continues to record. You blush and turn away from the lens, biting your lip and say, "I will forgive you, if you do something for me." You look into the camera lens. 

"There's room service and a box being delivered to your new room, you can thank him [Thighs Out] for covering the cost, in about an hour.” you say. “Open the box and text me if you're game or not. Talk soon!" you wink and the video ends. You send it to SDJ and he texts back "Anything for you. I'll pick up the key now." 

Thighs Out kisses down your neck and sucks your nipple while manhandling your ass so much it starts to feel sore. "Wanna come to my suite, sugar? That is if I can take my hands off this sexy fuckin' ass of yours." He jiggles it while playing with your bikini straps and slowly ties them back up. You nod your head yes and pull on your coverup. You both walk back to the main road in the resort and take a shuttle bus to the expensive side of the resort. You find yourself back in his room, legs splayed and laying on your tummy completely bare. You wiggle against the soft white comforter, Thighs already rubbing your ass and murmuring in your ear. "Do you want to wait for him before we record?" You shake your head and say, "I'll still want to even if he doesn't."

"God I love your energy, baby." Thighs presses a hard kiss into you and carnally licks your mouth. He breaks it off to grab his phone and opens the camera app. 

"Let's get started, baby girl. Let Daddy teach you what a real cock can do."

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Toxic: Ok the "woo that's my girl" took me out 😭 like ik it's my line but the context is so perfect and you can just imagine stepdad hearing it on the other end of the line. 😭 Also I 100% imagine thighs out being no-judgment, very in character.

Thank you, 🎃 anon 🖤

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[fitgothgirl]

Couple pics and a video from Rezz; I took a bathroom selfie since I was loving my new hoodie thing. I saw in a tumblr post haha. Kinda thin but works great when I don't need something too thick. And it's looks so cool! 🖤 And there's a nice shot of the venue before the sun set; if that tower looks familiar to you, this was Frost Amphitheater which is on Stanford's campus. I love the tiered grass GA, so lovely. 🥹 It may be the favorite venue of both my bf and me...

Also a couple pics as well from back & biceps today. Here's a late flex for the people who tag me in things - better late than never lmao 😆 @marine-corps-strong @thisgingersnapped50 @m0tiv8me

I slept so hard I almost forgot we have another concert tonight! Calabrese (psychobilly) up in SF. This is at a venue that I think is basically a bar? So a much smaller place this time haha.

[whatdudtheysay]

Maid cafe's ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ (PT. 5)

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

Toji fushiguro x F!Reader

(Black female reader)

Context - You're still feeling a bit embarrassed about what happened between you and Toji on the beach but your friends decide to drag you out to a local bar to help ease you.

CW - unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f.receiving.),

Part 4←→Part 6(coming soon)

Outfit inspo ❤︎ Lingerie inspo

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You weren't sure how you'd managed to let your friends convince you but here you were, all dressed up in a revealing light pink dress with a deep v cut, your back bare while your chest was covered with a gold necklace that hung teasingly between your breasts, a few inches added to your height from your heels.

you're lucky you took time taking nice pictures to add to your different social medias because not that would be impossible. You'd only had 2 beers and a few shots of vodka but now you were tipsy, stumbling when you walked from the bar to your table.

"Sheesh, y/n. We'll have to cut you off for the night if you fall again." Ada smirked, gulping down her alcoholic contents.

You immediately shook your head. They always babied you when you all went out because of your low alcohol tolerance. "'m fine!" You slurred, rubbing your eyes as you set your drink down.

"Mhm..." Diane sighed, her eyes traveling around the crowded area before they lit up. "Damn. Five o'clock!"

You and Ada looked to the left and saw a group of guys stood near the bar, some nudging each other when they saw you guys had noticed their lingering stares.

You hummed, sitting down before bringing your glass to your lips, eyes moving from them.

"cute but not totally my type."

"Uh-huh. They're not over 6ft and have deep green eyes and a weirdly seductive scar over their lip?" Diane teased.

You rolled your eyes, taking a long sip of your drink to hide your flushed face.

"Five o'clock is coming-" Ada quickly warned and before you had time to look over they'd reached your table.

"Hey there," one of them smiled, all of them grabbing chairs to pull up to your table.

"Hi.... You are?" Diane asked, acting as if she hadn't seen them all basically eye fucking you all just minutes ago.

"Daniel. These are my friends, Vincent and Ren....we saw you all drinking by yourselves a while ago. Decided to make some introductions."

You all nodded mindfully, meeting each others eyes a few times before they called for a waiter, Diane leaning over to you, whispering.

"I guess you're glad you wore the secret material now?"

You glared at her before looking down at your outfit, uncomfortably shuffling your thighs as the new company placed an order of drinks for you all.

You mentally slapped yourself for agreeing to this afterall.

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Toji walked out of his bathroom, ruffling a towel over his head before annoyingly looking at Geto and Gojo who were sat on his couch, eyes glued on either their phones or the TV.

"Why are you guys here again?" He asked, throwing the towel onto the bed before walking to his unorganized suitcases, digging through them to find some sweats to put on.

"Well, we're bored," Gojo put it simply, whistling as he looked through his phone. "Looks like the girls are having more fun than we are."

Toji raised a brow. "What're you talking bout?"

"On y/n and Diane's insta. They posted some selfies and videos an hour ago...." Gojo hummed, still looking through the pictures.

Toji walked over, snatching the phone from Gojo which resulted in him shooting a glare his way. Toji's eyes widened. You looked breathtaking as always and he was surprised he hadn't even asked for your social media.

Toji held his breath once he gave you a detailed look over. The tight dress hugging you amazingly, showing off your curves and hips, your face caked in light makeup as you smiled at the camera.

"Where the hell did they go?"

Gojo shrugged.

"Some popular bar down the road.." Gojo yawned, taking his phone from Toji. "You aren't thinking of ruining their fun are you?"

Toji shrugged before moving over to his suitcases, this time looking for jeans and a shirt, throwing the clothes over to his bed.

"Course I'm not tryna ruin their fun...but we can go out for a few drinks can't we?"

⎯⎯ ☾⎯⎯

"Come on, one more drink?" One of the guys teased, pushing a large glass into your hand.

You'd been here for about another thirty minutes and we're already contemplating pretending to be sick to try to wriggle your way out of here.

"Nono-" Diane lightly pushed the glass. "Y/n's had her fill for the night."

You gave her a relieved smile and she returned the gesture.

Vincent however wasn't happy about it but decided to leave you be.

"So you're a college girl?" He asked.

You just hummed, too bored with the conversation. You glanced over at Diane and Ada who were being entertained by the other two guys.

Vincent continued asking questions but your eyes were locked on the entrance of the bar, surprised when you saw a dark haired man with a white haired man by his side.

Gojo and Toji.

You were confused but quickly looked away when Vincent tried to look at who had caught your attention so easily.

"You know em?" He asked, voice closer then before which made you turn to him quickly, his face a good five inches from yours.

"No... Thought I saw a friend.." you lied, nails tapping against the hard wood table.

Vincent definitely wasn't convinced but you didn't care as much, instead excusing yourself so you could go to the bathroom.

Whilst walking by the bar, you looked around, trying to find toji or Gojo but your attempts were useless since they were nowhere to be seen.

You stepped into the bathroom, letting the cold water run over your hands as you took deep breaths.

You needed to get out of here. But you didn't want to leave your friends. Especially with those guys and with how drunk they're getting.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, biting your lip before turning off the tap, quickly drying your hands before walking out. Before you could get to the main area, a large hand slipped around your waist, dragging you towards a hard chest. Your first thought was to scream but you smelt a familiar husky cologne brush against your nose.

"Tojj?" You whispered, unsure on if the alcohol In your system was playing tricks on you or not.

"Yeah...'s just me sweetheart."

You sighed in relief, looking up to see his dark eyes boring into yours.

"How'd you find us here?"

He hummed, looking away for a while before returning to your eyes.

"Well. Your Instagram pictures were a big hint."

Your face warmed when you realised Gojo must've seen them first.

"Where's Gojo?"

"Dunno. Might've crashed your little party. You know those guys?"

You let out a huff of air, turning around in toji's arms, his eyes pervertedly moving to your chest.

"No. just some random guys who can't flirt for shit." You trailed off, avoiding toji's gaze.

"Not surprised..."

Toji's eyes tailed over you again, you looked even better in person.

"Wanna go back?"

You looked at him and then at the crowd of people down the hall.

"Yeah but I can't just leave Ada and Diane here with them."

" 's fine... Gojo"ll take care of them. They're probably on their way back already."

You were confused at what Toji meant, moving over to the main area to peek at where your table was, only to see three guys you were with sat alone, their faces annoyed and dejected.

"Where did they-"

"Told you...I got it under control. Now C'mon."

Toji dragged you through the back entrance, without giving you time to question anything. Once you were both outside, you took in breaths of fresh air whilst trying to keep up with toji's large steps.

"Toji wait-"

He stopped abruptly, making you bump into his back.

"Somethin' wrong?"

"My feet hurt-" you whined, looking up at him, your glossy lips lightly pouting.

He looked down at your feet before meeting your eyes.

"Take em off."

You quickly took off your shoes and Toji picked them up before bending down, his arms holding behind your legs before pulling you over his shoulder, making you huff out in surprise.

"this better?"

You shuffled a bit, your ass wiggling lightly against the side of toji's face, his hand twitching in response.

"Yeah..."

⎯⎯ ☾⎯⎯

Toji sighed, placing you onto your bed. He was surprised at how easily you got tired on the way back.

He planned on leaving you to sleep but your hand grabbed lightly at his shirt.

"Wait- you aren't gonna....help me out of this?"

Toji glanced back at you, your elbows propping you up whilst you lightly tilted your head. By now most of the alcohol had left your system, remnants being added to your confidence.

"The... Dress?"

You nodded, smiling at his reaction.

"It is tight afterall..."

Toji turned, your gaze on him never leaving as you sat up properly, waiting for Toji to make the first move. You held your breath once toji's hands moved your braids over your shoulder his hands moving behind you to slide your zipper down with ease, pulling the thin straps down your arms. Toji's eyes got stuck on your chest as he saw the white lace corset that hugged your figure seductively.

You bit the inside of your cheek as toji continued staring, laying back against the pillows.

"Gonna make me take the rest off by myself?" You questioned, catching his attention.

Toji's hands continued pulling your dress further, your hips raising to let him pull it further, revealing white lace underwear you'd worn. He let it fall down your legs, landing on the floor as Toji's eyes raked over your form.

Guess you could thank Diane for this idea.

"D'yu like it?" You asked, toji's eyes still fixed on your figure.

"More than like, sweetheart -" Toji commented, his hand moving down to your thighs, his hand lightly spreading your legs. "Want me to show you much I do?"

You nodded a bit too eagerly, a smirk on toji's lips. He spread your legs further, a thumb moving over your clothed sex, applying pressure to your clit that had you squirming.

"Toji- don't tease me,"

He hummed lightly, tugging the material to the side to see your pussy glistening with arousal, your hole clenching around nothing.

"Already so needy?" Toji observed, his thumb moving through your folds, gathering your arousal before bringing it to his lips, your whimper making his dick twitch with need. "So fuckin', sweet."

"Toji, please,"

He knew what you wanted but this wasn't enough.

"Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you.."

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, your eyes trailing away from him. Toji's hand cupped your chin, forcing you to look back at him.

"C'mon," toji urged.

"Want....your tongue... please,"

Toji smirked harder, releasing your face before positioning himself between your thighs.

"Since you asked so nicely.."

Toji laid on the bed, ripping the material of your panties. You barely had a chance to complain before his tongue was venturing through your wet folds, an almost pornagraphic moan leaving your lips whilst your back arched, your hands fisting the sheets. Toji's ego only grew at your lewd moans, savouring your delightful taste as your thighs clamped around his head, one of your hands moving to grab his hair.

"Toji, ah! Shitt, feels so good-" you whined, your hips lightly rocking against his face whilst Toji sucked against your clit, his eyes never leaving your face.

He swirled his tongue over your clit a few more times before moving lower, teasing your entrance pushing his tongue into you, his fingers moving to rub your aching bud. Your legs shook, broken moans filling your room whilst you focused on the hot pleasure building in your stomach.

"Toji, 'm so close," you groaned, head falling against the pillows whilst your hands gripped his hair tighter.

The pain from your hands was high but it only fuelled into his pleasure, his dick painfully hard and grinding against the sheets, his mouth continuing to please you as you continued letting out pretty moans that encouraged him to continue. Toji's tongue moved from your entrance, replacing them with his fingers, which slid into you with ease, curling up against your sweet spot.

Before you could register what had even happened, you felt your body tensing, a loud moan leaving your lips as your orgasm rushed over you, your hips rocking against his fingers, riding out your orgasm.

Toji's fingers left you after your hips stilled, his tongue gliding over your clit that made you whimper.

"Wait, ahh, toji wait.."

He paused his movements, looking up at your tired face.

"I want you... Please-"

Toji wanted to continue delving into his meal but decided to save it for another day, instead listening to what you wanted, moving away from your heat to pull down his pants, his eyes never leaving yours.

Once he was out of his clothes, your eyes flickered down to his dick that stood alert, his tip leaking with need. Your confidence disappeared once you realised that THAT would be going inside you. He was fucking huge.

"Something wrong sweetheart?" Toji asked teasingly. He knew he was big and loved seeing reactions he was given when anyone was given the luxury of catching a glimpse of what he had hidden.

"You're... Big." Was all you could manage to say as you watched him spread his precum over his length.

Toji chuckled, lining himself up with your entrance, holding your hips once he noticed you trying to move away from his tip nudging against you.

"Don't worry, I'll go slow for ya-"

Toji suddenly pushed himself in, a loud groan being forced out of you.

Toji grunted, teeth sinking into his lip as he tried to wrap his head around how good you felt, your walls clamp around him needily.

"Fuck, that.... Wasn't slow- you dick-" you panted, your nails digging into toji's shoulders whilst he chuckled.

"Sorry, princess," toji sighed, trying to hold himself back, his orgasm threatening to roll over if he wasn't too careful. He continued to feed you, inch by inch, watching as you struggled to take him, your eyes watering whilst your mouth hung open. Toji's hips finally rolled against yours and you looked to see his length had finally disappeared into you.

"Shit. Took me so well." Toji praised. "Being such a good girl for me,"

Toji pulled out before slamming his hips back into you, his tip kissing your cervix. It didn't take long before Toji had you moaning dumbly on his dick, curses and incoherent moans leaving you as your eyes threatened to roll back, your back arching upwards whilst Toji leaned down to tug at your corset, your breasts spilling out, bouncing with each deep thrust he gave you.

"Pussy's so tight," toji groaned, his head tipping back lightly before he picked up his pace, his large hands pawing at your breasts. "Gonna suck me dry, hm?"

"Fuck, Toji- Your dicks so, ah- so good," you rambled, your hands raking down his arms. "Harder, please-"

Toji angled himself differently, his tip pressing snugly against your sweet spot. His thrusts abused that area, making your moans louder and probably known to anyone in close rooms. Toji's hand grabbed one of your legs, throwing it over his shoulder, your breath almost leaving your lungs as his thrusts almost made your eyes cross.

Toji smirked lightly, knowing you've definitely never had dick this good. He bottomed out, rolling his hips against yours before pulling out, making you whine.

"Shh, you're ok." Toji quieted you. "On your hands and knees."

You obeyed almost immediately, arching your back needily, your hands moving to spread your soaked folds.

"Please, give it to me-" you begged, sighing at the feel of toji's calloused hand slide over your ass, squeezing your flesh.

How could Toji resist? He lined himself up with you, bottoming out in one hard thrust, your body jolting forwards. Toji moaned, feeling your walls hungrily suck him in as he fed you thrust by thrust, the tight band in your stomach threatening to snap with each push of his hips, toji's gaze locked on the alluring recoil of your ass.

"Toji-" you moaned, barely able to get any words out but Toji knew all too well once he felt your clench tightly around him.

" 's fine, princess. C'mon, cum on my cock-"

You whimpered, pushing your hips back to meet his hips, chasing your orgasm with need. Luckily, it only took a few more thrusts before your orgasm washed over, a strangled groan leaving your throat. Toji grunted at the feeling of your needy pussy hugging him tightly. He wanted so badly to spill his cum deep inside of you. For you to milk him for all his worth. But he couldn't. Not yet.

Toji pulled out of your heat, rubbing over himself a few times before spilling copious amounts of his seed onto your lower back, panting heavily. Your body slumped forwards, laying flat on your stomach whilst trying to catch your own breath.

You used almost all the energy left to look back at him, your eyes heavily lidded.

"Fuck," toji groaned, looking at how he'd decorated your back with his seed.

You sat up after a while, looking over your shoulder to see Toji already staring at you.

"Should get you cleaned up, hm?"

You nodded. "You too.. You're all sweaty,"

Toji just hummed in agreement, leaning towards you to scoop you into his arms.

"Alright then, princess."

Toji carried you to the bathroom, running a bath for you both before helping you clean up, carefully massaging your hips whilst whispering how good you were for him, both of you dry each other off before you rested against each other tiredly. It didn't take long before Toji fell asleep, his arm resting heavily over you as he held you close against him. You were about to do the same before your phone buzzed on the bedside table.

You reached over for it, eyes squinting at the bright light before you clicked on the latest message that was in your friends gc.

"Geez, y/n, I know you were having a great time but keep your moans lower!"

You felt your cheeks heat up, remembering how Diane's room was across from yours.

Guess you were in for a lot of teasing tomorrow.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Storytime of a 'fan' partying with Louis and Oli in Los Cabos, Mexico on the night of Jan 18-19 2023

[I copied the google translation of his tweets bc the story is too long for screenshots. For the original in Spanish check his thread here.]

I was born here in Cabo, so I know very well, my friends are not from here, but a friend had told me that she had never been to a bar called "The Jungle" and I took her to meet her and say hello. to some friends who work there that I love them (René and Yen)

We got to jungle and everything was shido, there was a live band and as always very full and we had to be outside, for this we realized that Louis was there, total, I was with my friends having fun, dancing, singing and so on

Anyway, they were already closing and Louis and Oliver left, we stayed until jungle closed and we went to other bars that we like, especially one called "Dice" but it was very empty and only I went to the bathroom and we turned back, when we saw him again

My friend came to talk to Louis (it should be noted that we are not fans) and while we were entertaining the night I bought some beers to which I gave Oliver one, we were talking for about 10-15 minutes and obviously people asked him Photos

My friends talked with Louis and I with Oliver or we made jokes about how it is difficult for them to pronounce the "R" in Spanish and I explained to both of them that they should use the language more, that they needed more practice and they laughed, they understood the double meaning hahahaha

I didn't have much battery on my phone, I think 6% and since I'm not a fan of Louis, I was talking with a person that I "met in the peda" (met while drunk) something typical here in Los Cabos or nightlife in general (many will understand )

A boy came up to talk to Oliver while we were still joking with Lou, and he looked angry and I heard Oliver say "I don't want problems" so I approached with Lou and put myself in the middle of the boy and Oli in case he wanted to do something or something

(I forgot to mention, when we were joking he asked me something about my phone and I said "do you have WhatsApp?" To which he said yes, I take my phone, he added himself and told me to send him a message and I sent him a sticker, typical of meeting someone in the peda [while drunk])

Anyway, they told us to go to another place, I suppose they liked us, and we went to a bar that was nearby, that to enter there was a bouncer and my friends are friends of the bouncer and we went by, we sat at a table and because people realized

We asked for a bottle, they brought it to us at the table and I told Louis not to drink too much, also trying to make them full (not too drunk), we were singing, dancing and well, many came up to say hello, he would greet anyone who came near without problems, photos It's not understood)

Oliver took a lot of photos, with all of us, the truth was that we were having a great time, until someone asked for a one direction song and he asked Oliver please to tell the dj to change it, I saw Louis's face and he smiled, someone must have recorded that I guess

I told them I was going to the bathroom, I went, I came back and I had about 2% battery, it was already like 3 in the morning I think, I sat next to Louis and that's when I took my phone to take some selfies, I helped him turn on the flash and the photos came out I don't know how they got them

For this, Oliver saw when Louis took the photos with my phone and applied the law of ice to me, how do I explain that Louis asked me? 🤣🤣

My friends went out to smoke together with the two of them and I waited for them at the table, I don't smoke and I'll tell you, I was at my party and I'm not a fan, when they returned Louis saw a shirt that a very special person gave me and he liked hahahaha

We ran out of juice, we stayed a while longer dancing and it was time to leave, I paid for everything we had consumed and we went downstairs

This is when we stayed for about 5 minutes, since we were saying goodbye and that's when my taxi driver friend came up to me to tell me if it was Louis and I said yes, he asked if he could take a picture with him and I asked him I said ask Louis, for me ahead

Here we were saying goodbye (it should be noted that I have many friends and I received more photos of why or what he was doing with Louis hahahaha) and well I promised him that once we left with Louis I would post something, which I would rather than anyone else I knew for that night

It should be noted that I'm not a fan, I'm not telling them to offend by any means, I enjoyed my night with my friends and with them and that's not going to change the fact that I continue what I do, I think we spent 3 hours with them, such again if you count the time since we were in jungle

Lastly, I want to say that he is a super warm, fun, energetic person, he likes the riot as much as I do, if you are a fan of Louis I want to tell you that I enjoyed a great night for you and seriously if you approached me to tell me that You wanted a photo and I told you no, 1/2

It wasn't because I didn't want everyone to have his photo, but he just wanted to enjoy the night like anyone else, like you or I enjoyed it, I'm really sorry! It was a bit of luck that my friends and I had 🤘

And now yes, how do I explain that I ended up really drunk with Louis? I hope they enjoyed it as much as we 🤞🤞🤞

And that's all, I was looking at my messages and I'm not telling you so you can believe me or not, just my experience with them, the whatsapp is Oliver's, but my friends have Lou's, do you think if I send a message to Oli to pass me the photos, he'll tell me no?

Annexed when he called with my phone and I sent him a message, I still wonder if he would get mad if I ask for the photos 🤣🤣🤣

Good night babe! It was a pleasure to share my anecdote with you, please, don't hate me, I told you with all my heart 🙋‍♂️ have a nice night anyway!

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Twenty-Two

I wake up from a nightmare certain that I am dying. There is a rancid taste in my mouth, and before I even open my eyes, the light through my eyelids is too much, too harsh. I open them just a little bit and feel like I’ve been whacked over the head by the floral pattern on the curtains. The bedclothes are far too hot and I feel restricted by them like they’re a pit of snakes that has coiled around all of my limbs, but as soon as I’ve freed myself my stomach lurches. I scramble out of the box room and dash across the landing to the bathroom where I clutch onto the toilet dry heaving but nothing is coming up. I am certain I’ve never felt worse in my life. I lay my cheek on the cold tile of the floor and don’t spare a thought to how disgusting it is to do this. The coolness feels so good against my skin. I must lie there for twenty minutes.

“…and what else? Oh, okay, well I never knew that, that’s actually interesting…” Jude’s voice drifts across the landing. He’s on the phone, probably with Jen because he calls her every day to catch up now that she’s recovering at home with Michelle’s family, and usually I find his voice quite soothing, but now, even through the walls of this bathroom it’s far too loud, searing right through my brain as my head throbs more aggressively than it ever has. I squeeze my eyes closed and let out a pitiful groan. Footsteps approach the door and he knocks so loudly that I feel like my eyeballs will rattle back into my skull. “Evie?”

I groan again. 

“Sorry, Jen, I have to go. I’ll call you back later maybe? Yeah. Okay, take care,” Another knock, “Do you mind if I come in?”

I use all my strength to drag myself up until I’m at least sitting on the floor, my head supported by the wall behind me. “Yes,” I manage. He opens the door. 

“I’m sick,” I announce, “I think I’m going to throw up soon. Eventually.”

“I don’t think so, love,” He gets down on his haunches beside me, “You already puked up the entire contents of your stomach last night, I doubt there’s anything left.”

“I did?”

“You don’t remember?”

I shake my head which makes it feel like my brain is banging around inside my skull. I wince and clutch my forehead, “No, I don’t remember anything.”

“Claire called Shane last night at like three AM, both of you were plastered in a club in Paphos and didn’t know where to go to get a taxi home. He went out and got you himself.”

Little pieces of the night start coming back to me in flashes. The wine event in the vineyard, downing all of my glasses and then what was left of Claire’s. Us dancing around to arabic music in the back of a taxi, shots at the bar, begging the DJ to play Cotton Eye Joe “because it’s funny”, trying to climb onto a table and getting pulled back down by the staff, coloured lights in my eyes and then… nothing. “Christ, I was really drunk,” I say.

“Yes,” Jude says, “You came into my room when you got home, threw a little bag of peach rings at me and said ‘chow down, pretty boy.’”

“Oh, Lord.”

“Then I thought I’d try and put you to bed but you rushed into the toilet and spent a couple of hours throwing up everything.”

“Did you stay with me?”

“Yeah I did.”

The dry little sob that escapes me is pathetic, “That was so nice of you, and I don’t even remember it. I’m so sorry. I bet I was so annoying, I’m the worst drunk, honestly, I get insufferable, I know-”

“Evie, no, you weren’t at all. You were fine, actually, I found you funny.” He takes out his phone and taps around on it for a moment, “You also drunk texted me for the first time, which was a bit of a thrill.”

“What did I say?”

He flips the screen to show me a selfie I took in the nightclub toilets, camera held above my head at a ridiculous angle, pointing right down my top to where I’m shoving my boobs together and making a stupid kissy face. I’ve captioned it ‘Do u like me?’ I catch a glimpse of Jude’s response: ‘No’.

“You said no?”  

“Yeah I thought it’d be a fun joke, ” he shoves the phone back into his pocket and hooks an arm around my back to haul me off the floor. “Come on, I think you’d be better off back in bed for now.” 

“What time is it?”

“Around eleven”

“AM?”

He chuckles, “Of course.” I go almost completely limp and don’t help him at all, but he’s bigger than I am, I know he can manage me. He lifts me easily and tries to get me to walk back to bed, but I feel extra sorry for myself at this moment, sorry enough to ask “Can you carry me?” in my best pathetic voice and he gives me a look like he thinks I’m being cheeky, but without protest he scoops me up into his arms. I bury my face in his neck and grab the opportunity to take a not-so-subtle inhale. He always smells so good and today is no different. Soapy, fresh, clean like a sober morning.

“Are you sniffing me?”

I sob, “I’m dying.”

“You’re just hungover.”

“Can I stay with you?”

“Your bed is a little small for two.”

“In your room then.”

“If you like.” He takes me inside, his suitcase open on the floor with clothes all around it and the bed unmade, crinkled pale blue sheets. He places me down upon them and then draws the curtains across the windows while I snuggle up into his pillows and whimper self-pityingly. Then he comes over and strokes my hair which I wish he wouldn’t because it is greasy and knotted at the back of my head. 

“I’m disgusting,” I say acidly.

“Yes, Evie,” He drawls with a huge eye roll, “You’re foul, how could you get drunk? I’m so put off by you now.”

“I haven’t been this hungover in years.”

“We’ve all been there, you’ll be fine, I just think you should try and hit the reset button by getting back to sleep for a while. I’ll get you some water and maybe some toast?” At the mention of water I suddenly feel like I’ve been traversing the barren Sahara without a drop of it for days. My whole mouth and throat feels as cracked and dusty as a desert floor. 

“Yes, water,” I gasp, and Jude thinks I’m doing a bit instead of being serious, which I can’t blame him for, but I still get annoyed when he imitates me by clutching at his throat and pretending to die. He heads to the kitchen and comes back with a glass of water, some painkillers, which I swallow with relish, and two slices of plain toast, which I don’t feel ready to eat, and then eventually I fall back asleep while he lounges around at the end of the bed looking at his phone until I wake up again and feel slightly less like passing away. 

“I think I should brush my teeth,” is the first thing I utter, “My breath is awful,” 

“Good idea,” he says, and I try not to be offended by the fact that he didn’t disagree, but all is forgiven as soon as he helps me off the bed and towards the bathroom like he’s afraid my legs will give out underneath me, and even squeezes a dollop of toothpaste onto my toothbrush, which he definitely didn’t need to, because I’m not that bad. 

“You’re being very sweet,” I say through a mouthful of minty foam. 

“I know, it’s weird but you bring it out in me. See, usually I’m horrible.”

“Says the man who feeds stray cats outside his apartment. I think that you like pathetic creatures.”

“That must be it,” He goes over to turn the shower on for me, and when I protest, he insists that I’ll feel better when I’m clean, which, once again, is true, because once I’ve scrubbed last night and this morning from my body and hair I almost feel myself again. When I have dressed myself in a vest and shorts and pulled my damp hair into a knot at the top of my head, I cross the landing back towards Jude’s room and realise that the house is completely silent save for the dim sounds of the Vines he is watching inside. I push through the door. 

“Where are Claire and Shane?”

“They’ve gone to the Adonis Baths.”

I gasp with betrayal. “But we were all supposed to go together.”

“I know, but you weren’t well enough,” He idly pats the bed next to him and I sit down, “You and I can go tomorrow if you’d like.”

“Did they ask you to come with them?”

“Yeah of course.”

“And you said…”

He glances at me, “I said no, I didn’t want to leave you alone when you were sick,” The corner of his mouth ticks up “It’d be a bit shit to sneak away while you were sleeping and have you wake up to an empty house, wouldn’t it?” For some reason this makes me feel like I might start crying. “Eat your toast,” Jude says, and I scramble up the bed to retrieve it, cold now, from the bedside table, and take a small cautionary bite from the corner of one slice. “Isn’t Claire hungover too?” I wonder. 

Jude pauses, his finger hovering over the video he’s looking at before swiping to the next. “No,” He says carefully, “She wasn’t quite as drunk as you were, but obviously that’s okay, it must have just hit you harder for some reason.”

“I’m fairly sure I just went bananas and drank everything in sight because I’m a lunatic, but thanks for trying to make me feel better.” I take another bite of brittle toast, “God, I wish I had, like, a fry-up or something.”

“Yeah? I can cycle to the shops and get you something.”

“No, please, don’t. I’ll be fine, don’t go out of your way for me.”

“If there’s something that’ll make you better…”

It would, but I can’t bear the thought of sending him on a forty minute round trip just to buy some rashers and eggs, mainly because I don’t want him to put himself out on my behalf, but a little part of me really doesn’t want him to leave my side. I insist that he not go, and then we lapse into silence for a while, and he keeps watching videos, and I look at my own phone, ignoring a message from my mother about something she read in the Tullamore Tribune, as if it’s at all relevant to me, and slyly open my message thread with Jude, just so that I can wallow silently in the shame of my drunk messages to him. 

There are more than just one photo, there’s four, just three of them are completely blurry as though I dropped my phone mid selfie. One of them is distinctly the bowl of a sink, droplets of water on ceramic and a bit of my hand in the corner, with a message underneath that’s completely incomprehensible, except for the word ‘baby’. I suddenly have a new thought that makes me become very still. The phone screen fades to black in my hand. 

“Jude?”

“Yes?”

“Did anything happen last night when I came home?”

“I mean, like I said, you burst in here and threw those sweets at me before vomming in the toilet.”

“Yeah, but anything else?”

He frowns, “Um, you went to bed, I suppose?”

“Alright.”

“What are you asking?”

I clear my throat, “Well, no, nothing, like… just in case, you know…” He stares at me for ages, and I start to regret saying a thing. “…did we do anything?”

“When you were drunk?” He says. “Are you asking me if I… if we-”

“Yeah, it’s just because-”

He recoils, “No, Evie, Jesus Christ, of course not.”

I say, “Never mind, it’s not a big deal.”

“Why would that even come into your head?”

I am looking at my phone now, not at anything in particular, just opening apps and closing them again while his eyes are on me with such razor focus that they might as well be searing holes into my skin. “No big deal,” I repeat, “Just wondering,” I don’t understand why he’s acting so shocked. It’s a normal question as far as I’m concerned. 

“I wouldn’t do anything with a drunk girl, that’d be insane. Do you really think that I would?”

“Well, no, but I don’t know, maybe I came in last night and tried to have my way with you or something, it’s whatever. I just know that I can be a bit more flirtatious when I’m drunk, that’s all. Clearly it was a stupid question, so just forget that I asked it.”

There’s a long pause, and I can tell he wants to say something else, but I try to stay very focussed on what I’m doing so that he doesn’t have a window of opportunity to do so. Eventually the atmosphere fades into something much more benign, and we both lodge pillows beneath our heads and tangle our legs together, and he reaches over his head to whip the curtains open wide to let in the light, and we forget that I said anything at all. 

Jude has The Prince of Tides on his bedside table, a corner folded on a page about halfway through, and I read a few paragraphs just to read what he’s been reading, and then skip back to the start to read it for myself. It’s nice being like this, in the silence of this house, completely alone for a rare afternoon with nobody else around, no housemates, no siblings pottering around in other rooms, just us and the birds outside the window, the distant roar of the waves.

“Do you think we should make the most of the day?” I ask Jude eventually, “I feel a bit like I’m trapping you inside when you could be doing something more interesting, especially since you spent yesterday inside too with your thesis, and… did you finish it?”

He smiles, “Yeah it’s done, thank God. You can read it if you like but I promise you that it’s boring.”

“Hmm… maybe later.”

“If you’re in the mood for going outside then yeah, I’d be up for it. You want fresh air?”

“Mm,” I say. “Fresh air, to stretch my legs, maybe just see something on the island that I haven’t seen yet.”

“There’s a vineyard at the top of the hill over there if you feel like trying out some fancy wines,” He teases, and laughs at me when I wince, “I’m joking. How about we get the bikes and go exploring.”

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[bicuriousintn]

The barrista experience

I'd been picking up two coffee drinks every morning at the local Starbucks for several years. All the while eyeing one young barrista and making occasional small talk and flirty looks with her. Then my wife was killed in a car crash. After a few weeks off, I returned with a single drink order. The young barrista looked at me as I picked up the single drink for a few mornings in a row, a puzzled look on her face but still the familiar Hi! After a week of this, I spotted her on break on a bench outside the store and we began talking. She asked why my order was just one drink now, and I explained about my wife's untimely death. She said all the right things in apologizing for asking and I said it was fine that she did. She was quiet for a moment and then said, "If there's anything I can do, let me know." Now my face was a little quizzical and I asked, "What do you have in mind?" She smiled, winked and said, "Sympathy sex?" My face must have given away my excitement, because she giggled and took my phone from my hand. She typed her number into a text message and hit send. "I'll be in touch," she promised and I stumbled away trying to hide the hard cock rising in my pants. For four hours I waited thinking she was just teasing me. Then the bing of an incoming message sent a jolt through my body. I open it to find a selfie of her with her top pulled up exposing her tits. The background was unmistakably the Starbucks bathroom. I was unsure how to respond. A few seconds later, she texted, "I get off work in an hour. Then I want to get you off." I texted back, "I'll be waiting out on that bench. I hope you can handle three shots."

I spent the next hour in anticipation, rubbing my cock in my pants and squeezing my nipples. I left my car at my office a block or so from Starbucks and walked over and sat on the bench where we'd talked that morning. The sight of her face exiting the building and the smile she gave me made it difficult for me to stand to greet her but I did and reached out to pull her to me and give her a big kiss and hug. I think she felt the bulge in my pants and suggested we sit for a minute to talk. We exchanged idle chat about our work days and a little "getting to know you so I don't think I'm fucking a complete stranger" talk. I suggested we go get a drink and we walked to a nearby bar. When we ordered, I was relieved that the bartender carded her and she passed. Check.

Tune in to learn how this progresses.....

[louisupdates]

JonathanGOrozco: Do you want StoryTime of how we ended up riding with Louis in Los Cabos? It should be noted that I am not a fan. [translated- please click on links for the original Spanish]

It was a normal day like any other. We had gone to eat sushi and go to the movies with my friends, very delicious by the way

I was born here in Cabo, so I know very well, my friends are not from here, but a friend had told me that she had never been to a bar called "The Jungle" and I took her to meet her and say hello to some friends who work there that I love (René and Yen)

We got to Jungle and everything was shido, there was a live band and as always it was very full and we had to go outside. Because of this, we realized that Louis was there, anyway, I was with my friends having fun, dancing, singing and so on

Anyway, they were already closing and Louis and Oliver left, we stayed until Jungle closed and we went to other bars that we like, especially one called "Dice" but it was very empty, and only I went to the bathroom and we turned back, when we saw him again

My friend came to talk to Louis (it should be noted that we are not fans) and while we were entertaining the night, I bought some beers and gave Oliver one, we were talking for about 10-15 minutes and obviously people asked him for photos

My friends talked with Louis, and I with Oliver, or we made jokes because it is difficult for them to pronounce the "R" in Spanish and I explained to both of them that they should use the language more, that they needed more practice and they laughed, they understood the double meaning hahahaha

I didn't have much battery on my phone, I think 6% and since I'm not a fan of Louis, I was talking with a person that I “conocí en la peda" something typical here in Los Cabos or nightlife in general (many will understand )

A boy came up to talk to Oliver while we were still joking with Lou, and he looked angry and I heard Oliver say "I don't want problems" so I approached with Lou and put myself in the middle of the boy and Oli in case he wanted to do something or something

(I forgot to mention, when we were joking he asked me something about my phone and I said "Do you have WhatsApp?" To which he said yes, I take my phone, he added himself and told me to send him a message and I sent him a sticker, typical of meeting someone in the peda)

Anyway, they told us to go to another place, I suppose they liked us, and we went to a bar that was nearby, that to enter there was a bouncer and my friends are friends of the bouncer and we went by, we sat at a table and because people realized

We asked for a bottle, they brought it to us at the table and I told Louis not to drink too much, also trying to make it full, we were singing, dancing and well, many came up to say hello, he would greet anyone who came near without problems, but no photos (it was understood)

Oliver took a lot of photos, with all of us, the truth was that we were having a great time, until someone asked for a One Direction song and he asked Oliver please to tell the DJ to change it, I saw Louis's face and he smiled, someone must have recorded that I guess

I told them I was going to the bathroom, I went, I came back and I had about 2% battery, it was already like 3 in the morning I think, I sat next to Louis and that's when I took my phone to take some selfies, I helped him turn on the flash and the photos came out I don't know how they got them

For this, Oliver saw when Louis took the photos with my phone and [gave me an icy stare], how do I explain that Louis asked me?🤣🤣

My friends went out to smoke with the two of them and I waited for them at the table, I don't smoke and I'm telling you, I was at my party and I'm not a fan. When they returned Louis saw a shirt that a very special person had given me and he liked it hahahaha

We ran out of juice, we stayed a while longer dancing and it was time to leave, I paid for everything we had consumed and we went downstairs

This is when we stayed for about 5 minutes, since we were saying goodbye and that's when my taxi driver friend came up to me to ask me if it was Louis, and I said yes, he asked if he could take a picture with him and I told him, I said ask Louis

Here we were saying goodbye (it should be noted that I have many friends and I got more photos of why or what he was doing with Louis hahahaha) and well I promised him that once we left I would post something, which I preferred more than anyone else I knew for that night

It should be noted that I'm not a fan, I'm not talking about them to offend by any means, I enjoyed my night with my friends and with them and that's not going to change with what I continue what I do, I think we spent 3 hours with them, if you count the time since we were in Jungle

Lastly, I want to say that he is a super warm, fun, energetic person, he likes to mess around as much as I do, if you are a fan of Louis I want to tell you that I enjoyed a great night for you and seriously if you approached me to tell me that You wanted a photo and I told you no, 1/2

It wasn't because I didn't want everyone to have his photo, but he just wanted to enjoy the night like anyone else, like you or I enjoyed it, I'm really sorry! It was a bit of luck that my friends and I had 🤘🏻

And now yes, how do I explain that I ended up drinking with Louis? I hope and they enjoyed as much as we enjoyed 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻

[slowroadtosantiago]

Day 9 - Los Arcos to Viana

The guide book stage today should have been to Logrono, over 17 miles from Los Arcos, but we thought that was a bit far for us at the moment so have stopped at Viana, a 11.3 mile walk but we took full packs today.

We set off early and were walking through town at 7:30. Where possible we have taken to getting away early to get a few miles under our belts before stopping for breakfast. Looking back as we left there was a stunning sunrise over the village.

We followed a steady stream of people going the same way, heading for a place called Sansol 4 miles away. The landscape has opened up a lot and looking into the distance we were taking bets as to which village it was. Luckily it was the closest and we had the cheapest nicest breakfast we have had so far - 3.5 euros for a coffee, freshly squeezed orange juice and a chocolate covered pain au chocolat, all served outside in a lovely courtyard.

I had to take a picture of the drinks menu, the wine is nearly half the price of the soft drinks!

The next village, Torres del Rio, was only a short distance away but it was perched on a hill with another octagonal church like the one we saw in Eunate. There are rumoured Templar connections and we paid a euro to enter though it was just a simple empty room. We found out later that we should have sung a song as the acoustics were meant to be amazing.

The road carrying on undulated, a lot, but we passed by vineyards (entering Rioja country), barley fields (having googled some images don’t think the fields are wheat), and a place where piles of stones had been set up along with a colourful tree where people had attached ribbons and tokens. We left a red ribbon for Wales.

Half way along the last stretch we came across a kiosk selling drinks and snacks, so we sat and had a drink and a chat to Joe (he’s ex forces and looks just like Richard Dreyfus) and Charles (his son) who were also taking a break.

Even though we were almost at our stop for the night we took a break for lunch and I persuaded Jane to have a selfie!

The hostel in Viana is 15 euros for the night, and we’ve paid to have the pilgrim meal (11 euros). We’ve got proper sheets and pillow cases on the bed, a luxury as you normally get given disposable ones when you arrive. As we got here about 1 we’ve both got bottom bunks, again! Yippee, we’re on a 3 day streak at the moment! It’s really clean and quite spacious, but the first so far with a mixed bathroom, though the shower was lovely and strong.

Jane went for a wander and I chilled, then I went for a wander. The town is ancient with narrow streets and a large church which is unfortunately covered in scaffolding. After I got back I tried to sort out the blister on my little toe. It’s an awkward spot to sort out a blister and Jane aka Florence Nightingale came to my rescue.

We both then went for a mooch to the outdoor shop so I could get a new pair of rubber tips for my walking poles as I’ve worn out the pair they came with. We were near the square so had to stop at the bar for a couple of wines (1.50 each, bargain). Nicole, our Australian friend caught up with us along with ‘Vaynond’ (that’s how it sounded) from the Netherlands.

We rushed back to the Albergue for our Pilgrims meal at 7 - pasta, then pork fillets and salad and yoghurt for pudding, washed down with Rioja of course. Time for lights out now!

[katierosedreams2]

I want my bf to be my gay bff gf 2

When we arrived at the club, it was packed. There were so many sexy girls and guys. It was kind of intimidating. I’m not exactly the club type. But Amanda and Ryan seemed to be right at home. I guess they come here often, the bouncer even knew them by name. This must be where they go on their “girls night.”

I was so incredibly nervous, I thought people would immediately know I wasn’t a girl. But guys started hitting on me right away. The music was so loud it was challenging to hear exactly what they were saying, but it all seemed dirty. 

I looked around and realized I looked just like every other girl there. This was really starting to freak me out. I was holding Amanda close by her arm and asked her, can we please go to the bathroom? I need a minute. 

She could see I was really freaking out. “OK sweetie.” She said kindly. “Hey Ryan, 

Stephanie and I are going to go to the ladies' room real quick. Why don’t you scout this place out and let us know our first challenge when we get back!” She said something else after that, but it was hard to hear her over the sound of the loud music.

As we entered the girls' room I wasn’t exactly feeling much better. My little tiny dicklet was straining in its cage as I looked around at all the sexy girls in the slutty outfits and makeup. Looking in the mirror, I could see I really did look indistinguishable from them. That didn’t help. Amanda could see I was struggling. She talked to me and was able to calm me down. 

“You look beautiful sweetie! And I love you so much! You have nothing to worry about! I’m so excited this is happening! It’s fun and I totally believe in you! You make a natural girl! Just go out there and have fun! Here let’s take a few selfies to remember this moment! This will help take your mind off of it!” She was so cheerful and relaxed as she spoke. It was very helpful. 

She had me take a few selfies, each a different pose directed by Amanda. I couldn’t believe just how pretty I looked! I couldn’t even tell I wasn’t a girl! She was right, this was helping. The last one we took Amanda declared as perfect! I was holding my ponytail, lips lightly parted making them look inviting for a big dick, my ass sticking out, I really looked and felt sexy. 

As we left the bathroom, the reality of what was happening wasn’t on my mind. It was almost like it wasn’t real. I just told myself I'd do whatever it takes to get out of this damn chastity! Ryan was already at the bar flirting with 5 other guys.

I looked at Amanda confused, “Wait? I’m confused. Is this a gay bar, or what’s going on?” Amanda just laughed “Haha no silly sissy! It’s a bi bar! Most people here are open to whoever! We thought that would be smart, just in case some guy finds out about your locked up little micro dick! We wouldn’t want him to beat you up after you tried to get his big dick! But here, well, most guys wouldn’t mind!” She said with a big grin on her face. 

Ryan introduced us to the guys who offered to buy us some drinks. Amanda made me stand in between two of them as we drank. They were both grabbing my ass a lot and constantly flirting with me. Remembering the bet, I tried my best to flirt back, sounding like a slutty girl. 

Amanda was also flirting with the two guys next to her. I could see she was horny. She kept looking over at me, dressed like a slut, flirting with guys, and would seem to turn her on more. She kept getting the guys to buy me drinks. And before I knew it, I was feeling really tipsy. It helped make me relaxed. It also made me feel girly as I looked up to the big strong men as I flirted with them. The feel of my dress against my body and their groping hands all over it, plus the stripper high heels putting me closer to their height, but still shorter than them. All of this just led up to me really feeling like a girl, a natural, slutty girl!

Ryan seemed to hit it off with one of the guys, Amanda was getting really close with two of the other ones. Almost too close for my comfort. I was starting to feel jealous. I know she said we needed to pretend that we were just friends, and I know I’m flirting with guys too, but she seems like she wants to be with the guys. I don’t want any of this!

Then, as I was talking to the two guys, Amanda walked by me with the other two, grabbed my arm and said “Come on boys, we're going dancing, show my girl friend here a good time!” Pulling me out to the dance floor. The two guys I was talking to were happy to follow. 

As we got out to the middle of the dance floor, the two guys sandwiched me, both grabbed me and started to dance. I could feel them grinding the dicks on me. OH MY GOD! THEY ARE HUGE!! Amanda was right! I am very small, and her dildo wasn’t even as big as either one of them. I tried my best to dance as sexy and girly as I could. 

I was getting lost in the experience and hardly noticed that the guys were being swapped out for different guys. Just one big cock I was teasing after another. I did notice, however, that Amanda was dancing with the same guys, and they were getting real close. It was hard to see through the crowd, but I thought I saw one of them touching her pussy over her panties, and one might have even kissed her!! What’s happening?!

I felt another guy come up and grab my hips from behind. He was so big and I did my best to tease his huge cock with my girly ass. Then he whispered in my ear. OH MY GOD, THATS RYAN!! “Your doing a great job sissy girl! A real natural slut! I bet you're enjoying teasing all of these big, hard, horny cocks desperate to cum inside you, while your pathetic little clit is all locked away, never able to cum! Haha, it doesn’t matter if you do or not, because that’s what's happening! But now it’s time for the next part of the bet.” He spoke as we danced together. “I want you to really convince a guy. You need to kiss him.” 

I was shocked! I've never kissed a guy! I don’t want to either!! But if I don’t, I can’t win the bet and I’ll have to do this all over again with Ryan as his date! “What-What about Amanda?” I asked, hoping that would change his mind. “Don’t you worry about her sissy boi! She already knows, besides, I think she’s a little preoccupied with herself.” He said, motioning to Amanda, as he pulled my hips closer to his stone-hard massive cock, grinding it harder on my ass, and making me wiggle and rub myself on it, desperate to please it. I saw Amanda's arms wrapped around one guy's shoulders, French kissing each other, as she grinds her ass on another guy's dick. My heat sank. And my little dick shriveled so much in its cage, I wasn’t even touching the tip of it. How could she do that to me? 

“But don’t worry, she won’t do a single thing tonight you won’t also be doing! After all, that’s only fair!” Ryan laughed as he rubbed up on me. He reached around and touched my tiny little micro cage. It was the first time anyone, including Amanda, had touched it since she locked on me. It made me feel weak, submissive, and aroused. "Well, except YOU won’t be cumming! But that’s OK, you don’t really deserve to being this small!” He laughed more as he signaled to some guy to come over.

What did he mean by all of that?!? What the hell am I going to be doing?! And Amanda is going to be doing all the same?!? Why was she letting those men touch her like that?!

The guy came over and started to dance with me, while Ryan continued to dance with me from behind. With only like thirty seconds of dancing with the new man, he went in for a kiss. I almost pulled back but quickly remembered the bet. I just closed my eyes and parted my lips as I felt his lips touch mine. The hair from his beard tickled my face and I felt his tongue force its way into my mouth. 

I can’t believe it. I'm KISSING A MAN!! I’m dressed like a slutty girl, in this short black vinyl dress and glittery heels, my makeup looked like a porn star's! My little dick has been locked away for three weeks in a micro chastity, and is so small you can’t even notice under my dress!! I have a realistic dildo up my ass!!! A man with a huge cock is grinding on my butt, as I move as femininely and seductively as I can to turn him on, while another man is grinding his big dick on my stomach as I French kiss him!!!! All at the same time, plus my girlfriend, whose idea this whole thing was, is dressed just as slutty, doing the exact same thing!!!!! 

WHY WAS THIS TURNING ME ON!?!? I felt so helpless and vulnerable as Ryan had several men use me to tease their cocks, and forced me to make out with them. I felt like a slutty girl, hopelessly unable to stop them from using me. This was taken to a new extreme when Ryan told me in my ear to touch the cock of the guy I was dancing with. I was hesitant, but I wanted this bet to be over. I slowly reached my red nails onto his pants, feeling his huge cock overwhelm my hand. It was so much bigger than mine! Every guy so far has been at least four times bigger than me! Amanda was right, I do have a little dick!

I rubbed his cock over his pants as we danced. Ryan wasn’t satisfied, “Pull it out sissy, touch a real man's cock.” He commanded as I danced. I undid his belt and zipper, still kissing him, this big, strong, sexy, alpha man stranger. I pulled out his cock right there in the middle of the dance floor. His massive dick flopping against me with a great weight. Something that was nothing like my own, Locked up, and little. I rubbed his cock with my small girly hands. My red nails exaggerated the femininity of them as they wrapped around this superior penis.

As my small hands rubbed his big dick, I made out with this masculine man, while Ryan rubbed his huge cock on my ass, pressing it against my plug, moving the fake cock around my inside, making me feel like a slut. My own little micro dicklet started to press against its cage. I'm not sure why, but I loved being a slut for these real men. 

“Go on bitch, suck it like a good slut.” Ryan demanded, his deep manly voice full of arousal. Without thinking, I dropped down to my knees and kissed the head of his cock. I then licked it, and took the head gently in my mouth. I sucked on it and slowly, a little deeper with each thrust, worked my way down this massive cock.

I can’t believe I’m sucking a real man's cock, and it’s so much bigger than my locked-up little dicklet! I’m not just sucking this dick, but I’m doing it while looking like a real girl, IN THE MIDDLE OF A PUBLIC DANCE FLOOR!! Holy shit! I’m a cock sucker now, whether I want to be or not!

As I sucked I could barely hear Ryan and the mystery man both talking dirty to me. Telling me to suck that big cock, that I’m a total slut. Things like that, it was hard to hear, and hard to focus on anything other than this wonderful dick in my mouth. I wiggled my ass to turn them on, and it made my big cock plug drive me wild.

Then I thought about Amanda! OH MY GOD IM TOTLAY CHEATING ON AMANDA! BUT IM NOT GETTING MY COCK SUCKED. IM THE ONE SUCKING COCK!That’s not right! She’s totally going to break up with me now!

In my panic I tried to look over at her while I still stuffed this big dick deep in my mouth. And through the crowd of people dancing, I could see Amanda, bent over at the waist, sucking one of the guys' dick while the other one fucks her from behind. She was looking right at me while she did it. We locked eyes, and she winked at me. OH MY GOD AMANDAS CHEATING ON ME!! And she likes it!? My tiny little dick straining against its cage, desperate to cum, I am so turned on!! What is happing!?! 

Then my thoughts were interrupted by the guy I was blowing telling me he was going to cum! Ryan instructed me to pull back and shoot his load into my mouth and on my face, without thinking I did as I was told, like an obedient cock sucker. I rubbed his dick as he shot his big creamy load right into my mouth, then across my face, onto my chin, and the last of it onto my dress. Holy shit, Amanda was right, I would end the night with cum on my dress! 

Just then, as I was kissing the tip of his cock clean, a second blast of cum hit me in the face, the back of the head, and then down the back of my dress!! OH MY GOD RYAN JUST CAME ON ME!! And he produced so much fucking cum!! I’m completely covered! The front and the back of me! 

I was processing what the hell had just happened to me, I was a slutty-cum-covered girl still licking clean the cock that just came on her, in the middle of a dance floor. The man spoke, and my heart sank. “This little sissy girly boi’s pretty sexy! And what a great cock whore! Perfect blowjobs! I hope to see you again baby girl! You like this dick don't you!? Thanks again for the hook up Ryan! See you around bro!” As he zipped up his pants and left me kneeling there, in the middle of the dance floor, covered in cum, all over my slutty makeup face and my cute sexy little black vinyl dress.

Ryan chuckled as the reality of all that happened set in. “I guess that last guy didn’t think you were a real girl! Oh well, you were so close to winning! But I guess you’ll be my date this weekend!” All of this work, and I didn’t even win!

Amanda came walking though the crowd, also with cum dripping down her chin, and on the pink leather dress wrapped around her big sexy boobs. “Wow sissy girl! You looked so sexy sucking that dick! Watching you with that cock in your mouth made me cum so many times as those big strong alpha men fucked me with their massive cocks and filled me with their cum!! They were so much fucking bigger than your tiny little clit!! It was so fucking hot!! You look perfect covered in a real man's cum! I love that your tiny micro dick is all locked away, your probably so desperate to cum!! Oh my god I can’t take it! Fucking eat me out right here bitch!” She said with so much passion. 

She stepped right over me and shoved her pussy in my cum-covered face! She wasn't wearing panties anymore, and her pussy was filled with the other man's cum, I could taste it as I licked her. The guy's cum dripped off her tits and onto my face as I licked her cum-filled pussy. I reached up and put my hands on her ass as I pleased her with my tongue as best I could. I could feel cum on her ass, she was covered in cum too! She came multiple times as I ate her out in the middle of the club. 

When she was finally finished, she let me go from between her thighs. She could hardly stand, and Ryan had to hold her up, as well as help me up off the floor. As we walked out the club, we looked like two slutty girls, doing a cum walk, and not caring who sees us. 

Ryan drove us home and helped us inside. We were both feeling the booze and Amanda was exhausted from all of her orgasms that she had. Once Ryan left, Amanda and I both just laid on the bed, still dressed like sluts, and still covered in cum. Amanda started to kiss me passionately. Then she licked the cum off my chin, kissed me again, forcing the cum into my mouth. “Don’t swallow it yet slut.” She said sweetly, as she continued to lick the cum off of both of us, then kiss me, feeding it into my mouth.

She was rubbing her clit as she did this, making herself more and more aroused. As she finished with the last cum kiss, my mouth was completely full. The taste of seamen completely consumed me. I was so horny as Amanda straddled my head, rubbing her clit. 

“I loved tonight honey. It was so sexy! This is how I want our relationship to be! I love this! It’s my wildest fantasies cum true!” The horniness and arousal in her voice was overwhelming, and was making me feel the closest to cumming I’ve felt since she locked me up!

She continued “You were meant to be my small dick, locked and denied, cock pleasing, sissy boyfriend! But I promised I’d hand over your key to your cage tonight. And I kept my promise, I already did! See what I didn’t tell you, this whole thing was my idea. Ryan’s always had a thing for you, and I’ve always wanted to make a guy into a sissy girl! I was dating so many big, strong, sexy men with large cocks, and I loved it! But I always wanted more. I wanted to make this fantasy come true!”

Her arousal grew as she spoke, turning herself on more and more with each word. My mouth filled with cum, unable to speak, as I laid there underneath her, my face inches from her pussy! My little dick was desperate to escape its cage, desperate to cum!

“And when I met you, you were perfect! You were so kind, loving, attentive, submissive, and most of all, girly and small! So, after a while of being with you, I made a bet with you to lock you in chastity and make you desperate and moldable. Then I made a bet with Ryan that you could pass as a girl! We talked about what you should have to do to win, how you should pass as a girl and suck a cock! We talked about what your reward for doing so was and what your punishment would be!”

“Your reward if you won would have been one dollar to split between the two of us! And your punishment, which you will now receive, is to be Ryan’s date this weekend. But Ryan and I also bet the key to your locked little cock! If we won, I’d give it to you! And if he won, I’d give it to him!” She stopped as she let the thought take her, pushing her over the edge, making her cum so hard. Leaking her pussy juice over my face. She took a few seconds to calm down, and then continued.

“And sure, we go to that club a lot, and some of our friends there may have heard about the bet, but I can’t control who they tell or don’t tell! So we’ll never know if they ruined your chances! Oh well! I’d love to unlock you, but I guess you’ll have to stay locked now! Your date,Ryan, has the key! It’s up to him now when he frees you, and finally let’s you cum before the chastity ruins and shrinks your dick forever!” She came again. This one was more intense than the last. She really loved that this was happening to me!

“You will still be my girly cock-sucking sissy boyfriend, but Ryan will be your key holder, your master, and you’ll have to be his slave! That is if you ever want to be free again! And while you're on a dates with him, I’ll get to date a real man with a big dick! After all, it’s only fair! Your all locked up, pleasing cock, why should I be left out! Then, after, we will tell each other all about it while you please me!! Who knows, we may even double date! Two men for you and two men for me!” She laughed an evil, sexy, horny laugh! 

“Now saver that cum, slut, while you thank me by licking my pussy!” She sat down on my face, my mouth opening, spilling the cum from the sides of my mouth. I licked her as I tried to swallow the cum! But it was choking me, and Amanda was smothering me with her pussy. Grinding my face, having one orgasm after another! I couldn't breathe! Everything started to go dark and I heard the sounds of her screaming with pleaser. Her pussy squirting all over me. The tightness of my dress, rubbing its vinyl fabric over my body, my toes curling in my sexy heels. The last thing I remember was my plug pressing against my g spot, and my little locked dick almost cumming as I passed out.

-Katierosedreams OG Cap

[hyenaswine]

@feliscultus tagged me for a selfie 2 days ago so here's one from the bar bathroom last night. this was long after i got way too hot but there was a line for the toilet so i just hid in the hallway corner & took my binder off & then went & put it in my car. i don't know who to tag so if you feel like posting a selfie just lie & say i tagged you, you'll be doing both of us a favor.

[bokutospandex]

Hey, can I request a BokuAka oneshot?

NSFW! If you’re comfortable 🥰

Bokuto has been away overseas for games. He asks Akaashi to send him some nudes, and it eventually turns into a spicy video chat?

This one was so fun to write. I enjoyed it and hope you do as well:)

NSFW

Parting Playtime

“Kotaro? Are you almost ready? “ Atsuma barged into the bathroom, finding Bokuto holding his compression shirt up and his phone in his hand posing for the selfie he was just about to take. A smug grin formed on the blonde's face as he watched the color of Bokuto’s cheeks change to a bright red color. Bokuto quickly dropped his shirt and almost let his phone fall out of his hand and on the hard tile floor. “Were you taking thirst trap pictures for Keiji?,” Atsumu’s grin grew wider coming to the realization. “WAIT! Did Keiji ask for them? I mean if he did that’s cool. It’s just the last thing I’d expect out of him. Actually. No, that sounds like him.” The two of them stood in the bathroom in silence for a few seconds before Atsumu leaned into Bokuto, “So you gonna show that titty picture you just took or?,” Bokuto huffed and pushed Atsumu out of the bathroom and closed the door and remembered to lock the door this time. “I’ll be ready in fifteen minutes. Go on without me, I’ll catch up.”

Bokuto didn’t know too much about fashion, he had the same style since high school. He didn’t care to switch it up. He wore a button-up tacky patterned shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned to show off his chest of course and some jeans that were tight enough to hug his ass and picked out the basic slip-on shoes. He didn’t like going out to bars or clubs, he would prefer to stay in his hotel room and fall asleep on facetime with his husband. He really missed him and just wanted the season to be over, so he could hold him. He missed carding his fingers through his black hair, whispering sweet nothings to him right before they made love to each other. He almost picked up his phone to cancel on the guys but remembered the lecture his husband gave him about not spending time with his teammates. He took a glance in the mirror at himself, making sure his hair stood up from the gel and the styling he did to it, grabbed his wallet and cell phone, and walked out the door.

Their usual spot was pretty busy and they would have to call in advance for the servers to have their booth ready for them. After paying for his uber and getting out of the car he stepped inside of the bar and chuckled softly at the sight of Sakusa trying to pull Atsumu down from the table to prevent him from doing a coyote ugly routine again. 

“Kotaro! Will you please help? He started taking Jagerbombs like twenty minutes ago and now he’s gone. He’s picking fights with barely legal adults.” Sakusa exclaimed, his voice shaking in panic as Atsumu slipped from his grip and did the splits on the bar while licking the neck of his beer like it was a dick. This is exactly why they couldn’t take Atsumu anywhere. Bokuto climbed onto the bar and started to belt “Pour Some Sugar On Me” while downing a stranger's drink. In those moments he knew Akaashi wanted him to have fun and he was going to make the most out of tonight.

“Well, that certainly encouraged him. We haven't seen that Kotaro since well since we started the season,” Hinata chimed in as he watched their ace and setter scream the lyrics. They weren’t even singing at this point. “Well, I think he’s been going through a bit of an emo phase since being away from Akaashi. It’s good that he’s having fun.” Meian replied while holding his drink to his lips. 

Eventually, Bokuto climbed off of the bar with Atsumu and helped him sit in the booth, and laughed as he watched Atsumu lean his head on Sakusa’s shoulder. “My Omi Omi,” Atsumu muttered into Sakusa’s ear. After catching his breath he grabbed his glass of water and drank from it. He felt his phone buzzing in his pocket and slid past the screen saver of him and Akaashi smiling and tapped on the imessage icon, he read over the text.

Akaashi: I hope you’re having fun with the team. I miss you. <3

It would have to be early in the morning in the time zone Akaashi was in. He smiled at the endearing message from his husband and started to tap away at his keyboard on his cellphone.

Bokuto: I miss you too. Had to dance on the table with ‘Tsumu for old time's sake. Did you enjoy waking up to my thirst trap?

Akaashi hadn't even realized Bokuto had sent him a picture. There was still sleep in his eyes and he sat up completely in bed, grabbing his glasses from their bedside table and putting them on. Once his vision was focused he scrolled up seeing the picture of his husband’s hot, sweaty chest with a message under it reading, “I expect one in return.. Of course if you want ;)” he shook his head at the demanding yet soft text Bokuto had sent and went back to replying.

Akaashi: Honey, is this your way of telling me to send nudes? Because if it is you could’ve just asked.

Bokuto gnawed on the inside of his cheek as he read over the text Akaashi had sent back to him. He and Akaashi never really exchanged pictures before, it wasn't something they ever talked about. Bokuto never really cared to ask him for pictures just because he preferred the real thing in front of him. But since being away he was regretting not talking with Akaashi about it. Before he could reply an attachment was sent from Akaashi. Without even thinking he opened up the attachment, his pupils dilated and he held his phone to his chest and swallowed.

“Bokuto? Everything alright?” Meian asked him after quickly noticing how red his face was and how secretive he was being. Bokuto just nodded and quickly scooted out of the booth with his phone still pressed to his chest. “I...Have to go…Something came up…” Bokuto stuttered, he zoomed out of the bar before anyone could say anything back to him.

After ubering back to the hotel, Bokuto quickly ran to the elevator, he impatiently slammed his fist on the up arrow button. Once the doors opened he stepped inside the elevator, once the doors closed he tapped his foot against the floor again impatiently. After the doors slid open, Bokuto zoomed out of the elevator and ran to his room. He clumsily pulled out his key card and dropped it on the ground “shit” he muttered, picking it up he held it to his door and heard the unlock sound, running into his room he pressed his back against the hard wooden door, he unlocked his phone again, catching another glimpse of the picture his husband sent him. Bokuto’s mouth drooled at the sight of Akaashi sitting up on his knees on the bed with his legs spread and his pretty cock leaking precum and with a message attached to it reading “I need you”.

Bokuto could feel himself become erect. His husband looked so perfect and the way the sun beamed in on his caramel skin made everything so much better. Another message came through.

Akaashi: Are you back in your room yet? Heh heh;p

Bokuto read over the message, he realized that Akaashi knew exactly what he was doing. Bokuto quickly tapped on the facetime icon by Akaashi’s contact name and he held the phone out, he heard the ringing and watched the “ringing” switch to “connecting” and saw his husband completely shirtless laying in their bed. “Kotaro.. What’s wrong? You look so red..” Akaashi muttered he knew exactly what he had done to his husband. Bokuto tried to speak but nothing came out. “Did I make you open that picture in public around all of your teammates? How selfish of me. I just wanted to give my husband what he was so desperately craving.” Akaashi teased and lowered his phone, holding it out to show himself stroking the tip of his swollen cock.

Bokuto drooled at the sight of his husband's cock. He licked his lips while watching Akaashi move his hand up and down his length. “I miss you very much. You make me like this. You drive me crazy to the point where I can’t take it anymore and I need you. Do you need me as I need you?” Bokuto nodded vigorously while palming at his erection. The tightness of his jeans made his cock ache, he let out a groan and tilted his head back.

“Strip for me Kotaro, please. I want to watch you. I want to see every inch of your body. “ Bokuto didn’t need to be asked twice, he moved to the entertainment center and propped his phone up, and slowly removed his shirt by unbuttoning the buttons. When the shirt was completely open, Bokuto could hear a small moan. Akaashi loved his husband's chest more than anything. “Keep going,” Akaashi muttered as he bit his lip while watching his husband strip. “I want to wrap my mouth around your bulge,” Akaashi added, noticing Bokuto’s apparent bulge. Bokuto blushed harder and unbuttoned his jeans, steadily pushing his pants down his thick thighs along with his boxers, his cock popped out slapping against his stomach. He was dripping precum everywhere.

“So much precum Kou. Is that all for me?” Akaashi asked while stroking himself faster to the sight of his husband's thick cock. Bokuto stroked himself a few times before he grabbed his phone and laid on the bed. He propped his phone up so Akaashi could see him stroking himself along with his facial expressions.

“Kotaro.. I want to sit on your cock.. “ Akaashi let out a low moan and Bokuto glanced at the screen and laid his gaze on Akaashi squeezing the tip of his cock and running his thumb over his slit, he whined out in pleasure. “I want to see you stretch out that tight hole of yours. Use your fingers for me. Imagine it’s my cock pushing inside you and reaching to your prostate.”

“Keep going.. Fuck Kotaro.. Mmm…” Akaashi whined in pleasure while sucking on his index and middle fingers and pulled them from his mouth and moved them to his hole and slowly pushed them inside, he gasped at the feeling of being stretched. 

“Does that feel good?” Akaashi nodded his head at Bokuto’s question. He glanced at his screen and watched his husband's large hand squeezing his cock and stroking it. “Come on, you can get them further. I know you can,” Bokuto demanded. He watched Akaashi push his fingers deeper into his hole until his knuckles met the rim of his hole. 

An exchange of “fuck’s” and “oh my gods” were echoing throughout the room. Akaashi wanted to make sure his husband was pleased even if he wasn't physically with him. “You look so perfect. The perfect whore for me,” Akaashi whined at the name Bokuto had called him. He always loved the names he gave him during sex. He loved being degraded by him. But most importantly he loved to become one with his husband.

“Oh, you liked that didn’t you?” Bokuto asked as he watched his hole clench around his fingers which caused him to stroke himself faster while occasionally spitting on his cock. “Curl your fingers for me, Kaashi. Like the way I do it,” Bokuto gave him another demand that only made Akaashi whimper in pleasure. Sure Akaashi was always a moaning mess when he and his husband fucked but there was something about Bokuto telling him what to do to pleasure himself that drove him insane. Bokuto’s voice was a lot more feral and deeper than usual, perhaps Bokuto was deep into it just like his husband was. 

“Bo– It feels so good– keep telling me how much of a whore I am,” Akaashi muttered, he watched the darkness in his husband's eyes become darker after Akaashi’s request. “Shit.. You look so fucking good with your fingers stretching your tight hole and your other hand stroking your cock. It’s making me want to fly home for the night and fuck the shit out of you.” Bokuto grunted as he squeezed more precum out of his cock, wrapping his other hand around his cock, he vigorously stroked himself with both of his hand. His precum slid down his cock, and made a mess all over his knuckles. “Kou there's so much..Fuck.. I want to taste you so bad,” Akaashi murmured. Bokuto mouthed “oh fuck” and a smug grin formed on his face while watching his husband push in a third finger. “Yeah? You wanna suck my cock that bad? You want me to lay you on the bed with your head hanging over the edge and fuck your throat raw until you can't speak?” Bokuto asked but already knew the answer.

The two of them traded moans and grunts back and forth for what seemed like hours, their white bedsheets were now soaked in their sweat. “Kou– I’m gonna c–um,” Akaashi babbled. Tears were leaking from the corners of his eyes from the overstimulation from Bokuto edging him. “Oh? But I didn’t give my whore permission to cum,” Akaashi let out another needy moan, he felt his cock aching, he needed to cum. “If you can hold it for a countdown I’ll let you cum. Okay?” Akaashi quickly nodded his head and slowed down his strokes and fingering. “But I didn’t tell you to slow down did I?” Akaashi shook his head and his vision was starting to become blurry from not being able to cum. Akaashi’s words started to come out unintelligible. “Choke yourself for me and don't touch your cock until I tell you to,” Akaashi didn’t hesitate and his eyes rolled to the back of his skull, he pulled his fingers from his hole and wrapped them around his throat and started to squeeze softly while also taking his hand off of his cock.

Bokuto was making sure to give his husband what he wanted. He watched his cock twitch once his hand came off of his and his hole pulsated. “Your hole is reacting so needy when you pulled your fingers from it. It needs to be filled. Maybe I should buy you a vibrating plug and make you keep it in while I play with the controls. You want to be stuffed 24/7 don’t you?” Akaashi could only nod to Bokuto’s questions. He couldn’t speak any longer and squeezing his own throat wasn’t helping either, that only made Bokuto stroke himself faster. The pressure started to build and Bokuto needed to slow down or else he was going to cum before his husband.

“Put your fingers back inside of yourself and you can play with your cock again,” Bokuto ordered again. He watched as Akaashi pushed three fingers inside of himself this time, he watched as his hole clenched around his fingers practically cutting the circulation off. Akaashi moved his hand from his throat to his cock and went back to stroking himself at the speed that satisfied his husband. 

“When I reach one, then you can cum. Since you’ve been so good for me I’ll start from 10 okay?” Akaashi nodded at Bokuto and kept his eyes open wanting to see Bokuto shoot his wasted load all over himself. 

“10..9..8..7..” Akaashi cried out in pleasure and built the pressure back up and needed to cum. “Kou.” he mumbled and Bokuto replied to him in a stern like voice “Hold it,” Akaashi bit down on his lip and his toes curled from the pleasure and went faster, holding his orgasm off the best he could.

“6..5..4..3..” Bokuto paused his counting as he felt his orgasm approaching, he grunted and felt his cum on the verge of exploding from his cock. “2..1.. Cum.. Cum for me baby.. Fuck.. Cum with me..” Bokuto and Akaashi let out moans as the two of them felt their cum spurt out of their cocks and Bokuto's cum landed on his chest. Beads of cum slid down his chest down to his abs. Meanwhile, Akaashi’s cum had landed on his face and dripped down his knuckles.  Akaashi had never felt a more intense orgasm before. He had came so much and when he finally did cum, his brain went fuzzy. 

The two of them panted and Bokuto reached to his bedside table and grabbed tissues and wiped his abs, chest, and his hand. He watched Akaashi lay there panting with his cum still on his face. Akaashi reached and grabbed a tissue and wiped his face, his eyes were closed. When he was finished cleaning himself up he rolled on his side and looked at his phone and pulled his blankets over his face in embarrassment with a slight red to his cheeks.

“Why are you hiding your face,” Bokuto asked while breathlessly laughing at his husband's shy actions. 

“You did so well for me,” He added. “I just never seen that side of you before and I'm embarrassed by how needy I was.”

“Why are you embarrassed by that? I thought you were perfect. I loved every second of it,” Bokuto replied.

Akaashi peeked his head out of the covers to look at his husband on his cellphone and gave him a big grin. “You being away from me like this is killing me and I miss you. I love you so much Kotaro. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

Bokuto blinked at Akaashi and a delighted grin grew on his face. “I love you too Kaashi. But I think it’s I who got lucky. I would be lost and I wouldn’t be where I am today without you. You’ve helped me get through so many walls and I'm so grateful to call you my partner and my husband. Since we met I–” Bokuto smiled as he realized that his husband had passed out on him. He softly smiled and wished that he could tuck him in and kiss his forehead. 

“Goodnight Keiji”

Bokuto added before pulling the blankets over him and sinking into his pillow, and he eventually fell asleep to the sounds of Akaashi breathing.