fags only

I was nervous as hell sending an ass pic to a dude I’d only been chatting with on Grindr, but @melbournealpha was insistent. He wasn’t even going to consider heading to my dorm to breed me until he saw my ass.

Ever since I’d managed to get a hard dick inside me over spring break for the very first time, I’d been dreaming about getting pounded again. I’d been nervous as hell to download Grindr, but finally decided that anybody who saw me there was just looking for the same thing. I didn’t see any risk, but damn was I wrong.

It wasn’t that I couldn’t trust @melbournealpha. True to his word, a pic of my hot ass was all it took to get tommy apartment. In no time he was balls deep in my ass, stretching me to new limits as he fucked my nearly virgin ass. It was a quality fuck that ended with him breeding me deep. I was hoping he’d be back for another round. But I’d be getting more dick than I could handle before he’d get another shot at me.

It was my roommate @uclafratboy that ended my charade and turned me into the slut bttm I am today. I’d been stroking in bed, alone, looking at images of @melbournealpha and remembering the amazing feelings he created when he used my ass when my rim mate came in unexpectedly. I dropped the phone quickly and pretended to sleep as he stripped down, but I guess he noticed the glow of my phone. Before I knew it, he had my phone in his hand and starting scrolling.

Of course, @uclafratboy saw my exchange with @melbournealpha, first begging for his dick, then thanking him for breeding me, and finally begging for him to do it again. But the worst part was the picture. I hadn’t realized that the mirror in the background captured my face and left no doubt who was begging to be fucked like a bitch in heat.

A simple snap and he had captured those images and forwarded them to himself. Another swipe and they’d been forwarded to half the dorm, with me copied. “Dudes. Just found out my roommate is a faggot. Should have known when I got my first look at this ass. Only fags have asses that sweet. I’m about to make him my bitch. Who’s got next?” I took four loads that night and I never saw @melbournealpha again. I tried, but he said he didn’t fuck whores.

But to @uclafratboy, I never needed to troll for dick again. In no time, I was servicing more dudes than I could count and I loved every minute of it. But I never forgot @melbournealpha and how his insistence that I send him an ass pic changed my life.

Vincent Phantomhive’s Birthday Post

Following @midnight-in-town‘s idea for today’s birthday of Vincent Phantomhive, here’s (one of) my favorite Vincent moment(s) (or it’s rather a collection of moments): XD

I’m sure everyone remembers the story Alexis Midford is telling about the Blue Miracle – that Vincent managed get Blue House to win the Cricket Tournament for the first time in history and made Diedrich his fag because of that.

But aside from the fact that Vincent actually won the tournament there were also some other funny details in the flashback we see through Alexis’ story and these details are some of my favorite Vincent moments that show his sassy nature.

Like this one:

Even before making Diedrich his fag Vincent apparently managed to get Diedrich to do his work for him. XD

Or that Vincent made Diedrich his fag not only for their time at Weston but for much longer after their graduation…

Also, the reactions of the people listening to the story are really funny, too:

Frances looks as if she knows something that Alexis isn’t telling (maybe she knows how Vincent could win the tournament?). McMillan is the only one who’s really fascinated and the others seem a bit shocked. But then, from what Ciel, Lizzy and Edward are asking it seems as if they aren’t surprised by Vincent’s behavior at all. I mean, after hearing that story the first thing Ciel is wondering about is that his father was in Blue House… XD So I guess those who knew Vincent are not shocked anymore by Vincent’s methods. ^^

Happy Birthday, Vincent! :)

Thanks for thinking of me @absquatulate for this music challenge.

(Ten) Seven songs I’m obsessed with right now

Tagging, if you feel up for it, @bettyrizzzo; @coffeeandcomposition; @harryandylvis; @houndofsiru; @jaevlasolsikke1; @mypinkdolphin; @theyellowtracksuit and everyone else who wants to share some music recommendations.

Every Tomorrow

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

 Baekhyun loves to watch and learns to love


      Dear Chanyeol,

To me you were an over sized hoodie, warm socks, lounging on the couch with the sun staining the carpet. Lemonade on a warm day. There were flecks of golden sunlight in your hair. Pink hair, black hair, red hair, back to black. Either way. It fell in your eyes and my soul felt right and ok in that place and in that time. And when your eyes met mine across the room-

No, scratch that.

Even when they didn’t meet mine, they had glinted and warmed me.  

The times you had caught my eye across the room though. Those were the worst. Because they were knowing glances. Knowing and secretive. Secretive and apologetic. Your large hand brushed my leg and a was apology muttered after. I wish you hadn’t apologized. But you always had. You knew. You knew deep down why my hands wandered and why my hugs lasted a second too long.


Minseok whispered somewhere outside of myself, calling me out on my staring.

But I didn’t care if anyone noticed me staring. I didn’t care that you noticed me staring.

I was pathetic in that way. Like a dog waiting for a treat, following on your heels. My breed displayed my loyalty to you and you only. I swear everyone in Seoul knew my love for you. I didn’t care. I didn’t care one bit that you didn’t return my sentiments. Being near you was enough for me.


Bowling was always a disaster because your friends teased me when my back was turned. They didn’t understand why I stared at you the way I did. They didn’t understand my mannerisms nor my higher voice. They whispered ‘fag’ but it only bothered me because you had to yell at them to stop before I returned to the group. And I didn’t want you to be mad at your friends for me. You were too nice for anger.

I had to use the stupid, neon pink, child’s bowling ball. Your friends only sneered more. But still -  seeing you clap and cheer when I knocked down a pin was so jovial. I blushed all the way to my skeleton and you clapped more. Smile splitting your face in two in large, jagged pieces.


“I’m sorry, Baekhyun - I. I- don’t -  I’m not. Fuck-.”

I didn’t wait for you to finish rejecting me. I walked away and as I walked away you followed me but my eyes were already as swimming as the great Han. So I didn’t turn when you called me back.

You were gentle the weeks following me coming out and confessing to you. You looked at me with a new particular clarity. I felt naked in front of you. My flesh a canvas for you to analyze, to pick apart. Pale and pink and raw. You weren’t harsh in your scrutiny though. You were soft. You brought me eggs and rice in bed when I wouldn’t get up. Begged me to stop sleeping and change my clothes, wash my hair. You pulled me up with an arm around my hips before plopping me on the floor. Then washed my sheets because they started browning and smelling of sweat and salt water and dirt. You brought me to practice each day. You took good care but you didn’t touch nor talk. I was really sad then, Chanyeol. I’m sorry for worrying everyone. But you don’t realize how empty I felt.


“You can’t keep doing this.” Junmyeon and Minseok had sat me down. The dorm was empty and it was nearly dark. I had expected this part, to be told off, to be found out. “We understand who you are, Baekhyun. We accept it, we do. But people are starting to pick up on things. Fans and management. There’s a lot of gossip that we don’t need”

“I’m sorry.” They groaned and rubbed their eyes. I had said that too much that month. I never meant for people to find out. It must have been really obvious. I’m sorry if I had embarrassed you. I never wanted to do you ill, Chanyeol.

“You don’t need to apologize, Baek. But you do need to take care of yourself! Get out, practice, work, eat, breathe, bathe! I’m worried about you, we all are. I know these past few weeks have been.” Junmyeon had stopped and chosen his next words with caution. “Difficult for you.” He had side eyed Minseok. “But you need to try or we need to find you someone to talk to. Someone to help you out with.” His hands were in the air and gesturing the length of my frame. “All of this.”  I nodded. I think I agreed but I don’t remember because I had been thinking of you.

“And reign your personality in a little bit, maybe? Just be aware there are always cameras on us. And they see everything. And you need to respect your members. I- I don’t know how to say this - you -.”

“You’re making some members uncomfortable, Baekhyun-ah.” Minseok butted in. His eyes had been sharp and understanding at the same time. Junmyeon felt bad. They both felt bad. But I felt worse. I was making you uncomfortable? Was it that repulsive? Was it that burdensome? That I wanted nothing but good for you?  

I know I had always touched you, but we all touched and joked. I know I followed you and had always supported and rooted you on. Was it really that way, Yeol? Had it been uncomfortable for you?


Chanyeol -  I saw you kiss her.

Did you enjoy it?

I saw you smile on her mouth. It must have been sweet and soft and completely girl.

Because you only love girls. You don’t love boys named Byun Baekhyun. You don’t love me. It hurt-

No, scratch that.

It burned. Like the fire that is you, it consumed and it battered. I cried and no matter how many times I wiped my eyes the tears kept coming. It felt like you had thrown me overboard and the inertia of hitting the waves had knocked the wind straight from my lungs.

I stayed and had watched. Watched you slide your hands down, down, down. I didn’t stay after that.

I slammed the door to my room. The members had chased me down the hall, they had called my name, they were perturbed. But I clicked the lock and sank to the ground.

I recall wrapping my arms around my ribs and shaking, screaming, crying, crying, crying. Nothing had ever aggrieved me like that. I begged and pleaded. My hands pulled through the bleached mess that was my hair, red claw marks marred down my arms. Teeth grit, forehead to the carpet. I wailed until I couldn’t breathe; until my mouth was a deep, swollen hole in which no sound emerged. And then I sobbed more so. Everything pulsed with mournfulness.


I persistently ignored your existence after that part. I no longer ate with you, nor did I stay in rooms you occupied. I cut off touching you and indulging in everything Chanyeol. I stopped trailing you after that. I woke early and showered, practiced, smiled and worked. I started eating breakfast alone and dating girls. I did so because my feelings were too genuine to make you suffer.

So I cut you off. Chanyeol.

I knew you didn’t understand and I know I never explained it. But it was better this way. Better for you. Better for me-

No scratch that last part.

It wasn’t  better for me, but it was necessary for me.

But I still watched the light reflecting in your eyes and your hair. And you were still very much beautiful.


I heard you complaining to Jongdae about me. About how I treat you so indifferently, you were mad I didn’t tell you about Taeyeon. Enraged I hadn’t told you anything in the past weeks.You sounded distressed and asked for advice but everyone told you ‘He’s figuring things out, leave him be.’ You also treated Taeyeon differently after that. You didn’t bow to her or address her with honorifics. You evaded her the way I avoided you.

Don’t hate her. She doesn’t hate you. She just gets it.

She gets how it feels. She gets why we don’t speak. Why the other members treat me like china. She understood that when her hands gripped  my cock, I needed them to be rough like yours might have been. In the dead of the night in the heat of the black she touched and I touched.  And when I came in her, she understood why your name was just the smallest of whispers on my mouth.

And Chanyeol she never poked fun. She never called me gay or fag, like your friends. She understood that a body is a body, but I love a person for their soul. She felt the same and things might just be okay.


It has been some time. I no longer touch Taeyeon at night. And I no longer hurt with the strain of unrequited love. Make no mistake, I still am undoubtedly in love with you. But I know not to suffer from it anymore. I’m smarter and have learned to just enjoy the burning beauty that is you. And I have accepted our friendship. You, and the world as it seems, is just as happy with our reunion. You still feel like warm socks and over sized sweaters and lemonade on a summer day to me. And that is ok.

It doesn’t matter that you can’t-

No scratch that.

Won’t feel the same.

For I love you until tomorrow and every tomorrow after that.

         Love Always,


                   - By Tenny 

Well we’re here, we’re at the common again, smoked six of the ten fags that I only bought an hour ago

Said well I, I like the look of your shoes
I like the way that your face looks when I’m arguing with you

And so when, when we all grow old, I hope this song will remind you that I’m not half as bad as what you’ve been told

When I knock at one hundred and two, and I see your pyjamas I can’t stop smiling at you

That’s why we’re here
We’re at the common again, I’ve been pouring my heart out towards your optimistic grin

Said well I, I, I like the cut of your jib, I like the way that your face looks when you’re yapping on about him

But on this shirt I found your smell, and I just sat there for ages, contemplating what to do with myself

I called you up at one hundred and two, we just sat there for ages talking about that boy what was getting onto you


—  102 - Matty Healy (The 1975)

WOOOOO HOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Yah! Raped my first $1000 from the worthless cash fag and I have only been doing this fag raping for 1 week.  Fuck no, don’t need no college loans.  Extorting my growing stable of cash fags will set me up for  college tuition, partying and beyond.  It’s great to be young, hung and full of cum and CAAASSSSHHHHHH!!!!

dearest (you are the nearest to my heart)

Words: 2286

Chapters:  1/?

Author: hawrthiacoopri


Summary: Any thought he had about Bill or Richie or any boy was permeated with the carrion-sweet voice of the wretched leper. He noticed Bill’s new shirt? The leper’s voice would rise from his mind to his ears, telling him that he could offer any number of things to Bill and he’d have a shot at getting his lips on any part of Bill he wanted, that the leper would show him, teach him, love him, in the way only a mother or teacher can. It was as if It had never left and lived on within Eddie’s head- and indeed it did. Eddie’s poor mind had adopted the leper as a suppressant figure of sorts, a kind of built-in slap on the wrist, reminding Eddie of what his own brain had decided would become of him should he become Actively Queer, which was different than Eddie’s case, which was Dormantly Queer. It gave him all the things Eddie swore he’d never do and reminded him that only FAGS did those, only GIRLYBOYS did that, only QUEERS liked them. And so Eddie unhappily trudged along, promising himself one thing- he could look at whatever boys he liked. But he was never to touch or speak of it aloud, and he would live his life as he was supposed to. Or at least, try to.

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Lyrics for the Signs


Well we’re here
We’re at the common again
Smoked six of the ten fags that
I only bought an hour ago

Said well I
I like the look of your shoes
I like the way that your face looks when
I’m arguing with you

And so when, when we all grow old
I hope this song will remind you that
I’m not half as bad as what
You’ve been told

And when I knock
At one hundred and two
And I see your pyjamas
I can’t stop smiling at you

(102) Matty Healy


She was five foot four
Getting money on tour
But her socks were at the end of my bed
Got our names tattooed on each other
Just to prove to each other
That we’d do what we said
Only took a few days
‘Til our minds were made up
And we thought we should try it again
I was only 17 when we first tried things
When she first made me feel like a man

Don’t you sit in front of me
And wait for me to talk
You can call me up
Phone works two ways, you know
This time baby
And I think that I’ll be just fine
I wish I could say the same for you
I, yeah I do

(Baby Came Home 2) The neighbourhood


Turn down the lights,
Turn down the bed,
Turn down these voices, inside my head.
Lay down with me,
Tell me no lies,
Just hold me close, don’t patronize
Don’t patronize me.
Cause I can’t make you love me
If you don’t
You can’t make your heart feel
Something it won’t
Here in the dark
These final hours
I will lay down my heart
I feel the power but you don’t
No, you don’t

(I Can’t Make You Love Me), Bon Iver


Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts
Hot ashes for trees
Hot air for a cool breeze
Cold comfort for change
And did you exchange
A walk on part in a war
For a lead role in a cage

How I wish, how I wish you were here
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here

(Wish You Were Here), Pink Floyd


Raising shadows in the moonlight
Taking chances on a hot night
And for a second there we were
Yeah, we were innocent and young

Dust clouds settle
My eyes are clear
But sometimes the dreams have impact
I still hear

Miss Atomic Bomb
And I’m standing here
Sweat on my skin
And this love that I cradle
Is wearing thin

(Miss Atomic Bomb), The Killers


I don’t know how you got into me,
down my throat and made a home in my veins.
They used to be the rivers that would take us away,
but now you only call me every Christmas and my birthday.
I still can’t believe how you look next to me,
just like a strip club bedroom scene.

Baby stay away from my friends,
'cause I need them to carry me.
When it’s over I’ll count back from ten,
and you can listen to something that you’ve never heard before.
I don’t know how you got into me,
down my throat and made a home in my veins.
They used to be the rivers that would take us away,
but now you only call me every Christmas and my birthday.
I still can’t believe how you look next to me,
just like a strip club bedroom scene.

(Stay Away From My Friends), Pierce the Veil


The sun was always in her eyes
She didn’t even see me
But that girl had so much love
she’d wanna kiss you all the time
Yeah, she’d wanna kiss you all the time

She said she won the world at a carnival
But I’m sure I didn’t ruin her
Just made her more interesting
I’m sure I didn’t ruin her
Just made her more interesting

I, I know why
Because when I look in her eyes
I just see the sky
When I look in her eyes
Well I, I just see the sky

(She had the World), Panic! at the Disco


Know that when you leave,
By blood and by me, you walk like a thief,
By blood and by me, and I fall when you leave

So tell me when you hear my heart stop,
You’re the only one that knows.
Tell me when you hear my silence,
There’s a possibility I wouldn’t know.
So tell me when my silence’s over,
You’re the reason why I’m closed.
Tell me when you hear me falling,
There’s a possibility it wouldn’t show.

By blood and by me, and I’ll fall when you leave.
By blood and by me, I follow your lead.

(Possibility), Lykke Li


Would you lie for me?
Cross your sorry heart and hope to die for me?
Would you pin me to a wall?
Would you beg or would you crawl?
Stick a needle in your hungry eyes for me?

Let’s cause a little trouble.
Oh, you make me feel so weak.
I bet you kiss your knuckles.
Right before they touch my cheek.

But I’ve got my mind, made up this time.
Cause there’s a menace in my bed.
Can you see his silhouette?
Can you see his silhouette?
Can you see his silhouette?

(Trouble) Halsey


And in my dreams, I meet the ghosts of all the people who have come and gone
Memories, they seem to show up so quick but they leave you far too soon
Naïve I was just staring at the barrel of a gun
And I do believe that, yeah

But I’ve got high hopes, it takes me back to when we started
High hopes, when you let it go, go out and start again
High hopes, oh, when it all comes to an end
Now the world keeps spinning
Yeah, the world keeps spinning around

(High Hopes) Kodaline


I was made to keep your body warm
But I’m cold as the wind blows so hold me in your arms

My heart’s against your chest, your lips pressed in my neck
I’m falling for your eyes, but they don’t know me yet
And with this feeling I’ll forget, I’m in love now

Yeah I’ve been feeling everything
From hate to love
From love to lust
From lust to truth
I guess that’s how I know you
So I hold you close to help you give it up

(Kiss Me), Ed Sheeran


 And when you say that you need me tonight
I can’t keep my feelings in disguise
The white parts of my eyeballs illuminate

And I’ll wait for you
As if I’m waiting
For a storm to stop
I’ve heard them talking
About how I’m gonna put you off

(Glass in the park), Alex Turner