#screams hysterically

[noah-wyles]

i'm done waiting

someone at netflix leak all 8 episodes immediately

[noah-wyles]

no

i don't want to read another work email!!!!!!!!!

[offoxesandotherstrangeanimals]

'Used' (u know)

@arch-and-pointe (yells: HERE YOU GO)

Screaming was useless.

Sasha knew.

Even without a cock buried down his throat, rubbing his insides sore with every hard thrust, it would have been useless. Futile. Pointless.

The Signore was away. Wouldn’t hear him. Couldn’t help him.

He was away a lot these days, tending to an injured Lord Bentley day in and day out. Sasha had seen the dark circles under his eyes. Had seen the signs of exhaustion the dancer tried so carefully to hide. The way he squeezed his eyes shut to fight the fatigue. The way he pinched the bridge of his nose to keep himself from nodding off.

Sasha didn’t say anything, of course. It wasn’t his place.

And he wouldn’t say anything about this, either. 

The Signore had enough to do and worry about, as it was.

It would pass.

At least, that was what he hoped as he squeezed his eyes shut, tears soaking his cheeks as he choked on another cock. His mouth tasted of bile and come. He wasn’t sure whose dick it was this time. Didn’t even want to know. It didn’t matter, anyway.

Tristan had waited for him, after lunch. A vicious smile and evil expression on his face. And Sasha had known, right then, that he was going to pay for a feud that wasn’t even his.

He’d been alone a lot recently. It hadn’t felt as nice as Sasha had thought it would. A bit of privacy had been what he’d wished for so desperately, after all. But now, with the Signore so busy recently, he only felt violable whenever he was on his own. Could feel the others’ eyes on him every day.

Because without the Signore, Sasha was vulnerable.

Tristan hated him. And most of the others didn’t like him much, either. He was nothing but an animal. A slave’s pet. Worthless. Helpless. Pitiful.

He was sure he hadn’t seen Arthur, or Vadim, as the slaves had teamed up under Tristan’s command, but that was not surprising. One pinning him down - had it been Milan? - while he could hear Tristan’s evil laugh from behind.

They hadn’t bothered to talk. Hadn’t even bothered with insults.

They had just pulled out the behated plug and had started. Taking turns behind and in front of him. 

Sasha wasn’t sure how many dicks he’d taken already. Or how many it still would be. He’d lost count. And what would it be good for, anyway? Sasha was sure that everyone would recover swiftly enough while the others were fucking him sore, to get a second round. Or a third. 

Or however long this nightmare would last.

[chocoboco]

My brother said he's going to buy a 3DS and Fire Emblem: Awakening soon

[johnnythesuperboy]

IM EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!! I CANT FUCKING WAIT!!!!!!!! 

I'M GOING TO SF PRIDE TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ballet-striptease]

The Profound Bond: A new rom-com

[badtimingmp3]

THEY'VE GOT US SURROUNDED WE'RE IN THEIR SIGHTS BUT

THEY'RE NOT TAKIN US ALIVE

HOT TO THE TOUCH COLD ON THE INSIDE BUT

THEY'RE NOT TAKIN US ALIVE

[gixjunhong]

Wet Dream :>

“Junhonggie…” His voice, familiar and sweet, is but a rasp next to your ear as your eyes blink open and you look to him. It’s early, probably somewhere around six a.m, and you’re just about to ask why he woke you when you feel his lips at your neck. They drag and press, forming around the tepid skin of a protruding vein and resting there a moment, with a whisper against your skin that makes it prickle from sudden warmth. “You’re so warm…Junhong-ah…” He murmurs.

You can’t even think to protest; especially not as his body moves to loom over you, sliding urgently against yours in little to no clothing. His skin is so utterly pale it looks cold, but when you touch it there’s nothing but a contrasting heat that is represented by subtle flushes of skin here and there.

His lips now mouth deep words, drenched in lust and blatant desire, which is something becoming harder and harder to ignore…

--to be continued--?