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wallie ([info]wallie) wrote in [info]mudbloods,
@ 2013-03-02 01:53:00


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Walden was getting good at his job. Which wasn't really saying much. His job was being on cam and he'd been good at jerking off for a long time. But there was an art to it. He'd started off only kind of doing it and keeping most of his clothes on and his face covered, but now that it had been a few weeks, he realized you had to put on a show for the wanky perverts to really turn it. It wasn't like he was going to run for fucking prime minister anyway.

He wiggled his hips at his laptop in a pair of tight, bright briefs he'd bought for himself and hid around the flat so Rabastan didn't see them. Walden began to rub himself through them, grinning as the number of people watching his stream rose. "I bet you want this in your arse don't you, faggot? All eleven, hard inches of it." Walden moved a bit closer to the laptop so they could get a better view, then turned around and pushed his briefs down, showing the camera his arse. He just didn't want to be poor and feel like Rabastan kept him like a sex puppy or something. Walden slapped his own bum, then turned around, stroking his dick and showing the camera a clear fleshlight, one that he'd bought for this purpose. "I'm going to pretend this is your tight little arse. You wanna see if it'll fit my fat cock?"


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[info]rder
2013-03-04 05:19 am UTC (link)
Wrestling was pretty okay, Thoreau thought. He nodded, smiling up at Rooney and then looking at Radley. "Roo and I wrestle sometimes," he said. "Dad said we weren't allowed to, but that's stupid. I'm seven. I should be allowed to wrestle if I want to."

"Nah," Walden said, kissing the top of Romy's head. "You're gorgeous because of your dad, and I am your real daddy. Don't be silly. Why do you think I only had Rooney and Rider? I was waiting for your dad to make me a princess like you. We just had one girl because you turned out so perfect."

Draco chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment. He guessed he was pretty great. It probably made sense for Rowan to like him so much. "Yeah, we can play with my friends," he said. "We could all dance or something."

Rider was a bit awkward about dancing, but he tried, jerking his arms around to the music and wiggling his legs. "Dancing is so dumb," he said, just in case anyone thought he was enjoying himself. "But I don't mind doing it with girls."

Lavinia's parents had put her in dance classes for socialization. She wiggled her body to the music, swinging the hand holding Pyxis's and grinning at her. "We're very cool," she agreed. "The coolest."

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[info]princessromy
2013-03-04 05:25 am UTC (link)
Radley arched a brow at that and shrugged. "Whatever." He replied, crossing his arms over his chest. He grabbed Pansy after a moment. "Come on. I'll show you how to wrestle."

Romy beamed at her Daddy and kissed his cheek. "You should go find my other Daddy. I'll go hug Rider to make sure he knows he's still mine and then we should dance." She wiggled from his arms.

"Which ones are your friends?" Rowan asked. "You haven't invited many of them to our house. It's like you hide them."

"He does." Merlin grinned at Draco for a moment. "I'm surprised I'm allowed to talk to anyone."

Pyxis turned and got in the middle of them, starting to dance around, letting go of their hands. "You're having fun, Rider. Don't lie."

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