Hey guys, Yixing from EXO here. I’m rather lonely at the moment and need to spice things up. I have hugs, food, and potential stupid aegyo to offer in return for your love.
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@ixyeol
Hey guys, Yixing from EXO here. I’m rather lonely at the moment and need to spice things up. I have hugs, food, and potential stupid aegyo to offer in return for your love.
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pussy game hella weak just like u
Gah
Did you stub your toe or something?
Send 'Grr' if you want to rp smut with me
-pokes- Annyeong~
Annyeong~ What's up?
reblog if your huge dick causes daily problems for you
Suho, you can't be in love with your right hand.
I- /closes his mouth and thinks; I am so done with you. You do it too and you know it.
Well to be honest I prefer the left one because if my wrist ever feels sore no one will ask me what's wrong or why I can't use it. Buuuuuuuut that's not the point. I don't go around announcing that I'm in love with my hand. My hand is my go-to bitch. You know, love her and leave her, not marry her.
-Gives you pattycake-
YOU ARE NOW MY NEW FAVORITE.
Suho, you can't be in love with your right hand.
YOU DON’T KNOW ME, YOU DON’T HOW MUCH MILK I LIKE IN MY CEREAL. YOU CAN’T TELL ME HOW TO LIVE!
So when you said milk and cereal I automatically got grossed out. I don't want anything white again ever.
Suho, you can't be in love with your right hand.
the only math i can do is your love + my love = supa luv
ixbacon replied to your post: “™« MINE.”:
To the couch for cuddles and cheeto-sharing. /nods;
CHEETOS? {/pulls you to the couch and throws you down, plopping to the cushion next to you} Yes please.
It’s a sweet little dilemma that he always worries himself over on. About how fate is something that no one ever understands but it is also that same thing that people use to explain every unexplicable event that happens around them. In the end, people always need some grand thing to blame when something precious slips between their fingers and crashes into disgusting little droplets of absence over the floor. And each of that, he piles onto his shoulders and drags his feet over the ground. It’s regret that paints his wounds red with the darkest hue and seeps out between his gums and teeth every time he bites back what lurches out from inside. It’s also pain that lies heavy at the pit of his stomach and threatens to rip apart the thin layer of skin that is wrapped around what has become a pile of bones. It belongs to other people. Or more accurately, once belonged.
The skin of his wrist will always be marred. His skin will always be too delicate to bear anything that it has to endure. He’s always had a simple, silver bracelet wrapped around his wrist for as long as he can remember. In the first years, there would always be a scream wreaking of fear and sorrow spilling from his lips as the metal tightened round his limb, cutting through skin. In the first years, it had always been the dead souls that trickled to his side who had been the ones to kiss his wound to let it heal. Over time he learns to shake a blood stained sleeve to cover up something others aren’t meant to see. He also learns to embrace and kiss the ones he has had to reap. He remains proud, and still screams in agony inside
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(/They both glanced at the man and Jessica gave him a wide smile, while Myungsoo remained serious/)"Hello!" (/Jessica greeted the man by waving the hand that wasn't linked to Myungsoo/) How are you? (/Myungsoo asked, tilting his head to a side/)
I -- I'm fine. {/he bowed, not expecting them to approach him first} I'm Chanyeol, by the way. How are the two of you?
chanyeol doesn’t appreciate kris’s enthusiasm