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[keatsukos-blog]

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Texting just seemed rather taboo these days, with wifi and data being available pretty much everywhere in the world, why spend money on sending texts when you could send a message over kakaotalk or any other messaging application. However this male had not thought of it as such, as Keaton received a text message from an unknown number. This instantly had him interested, most text messages he received were from his family members, so whenever a name wasn’t attached, he found it weird- maybe even suspicious. However after opening the message, everything turned at least a thousand times weirder. Eyebrows furrowed and he cocked his head to the side, inspecting the text sent with it. Clearly, this was not meant for him.

     ( SMS )    Ah yes     ( SMS )    But I think you have the wrong person     ( SMS )    Do I know you?

[dmnpcy-blog]

"you do realize that's so much gayer than just sharing a bed, right?"

“Is it?” Chanyeol mused glancing up from his phone. Sexualities hardly crossed his mind at this point; when your timeline stretches as far back as his, genitals quickly become insignificant details. “On a scale of one to rimming the Village People at a Lady Gaga concert, where would you rank it?” He teased. “I’m a sucker for a catchy beat and a cowboy.”

[blyoeu]

"why there's a knife inside your drawer?"

“Why the fuck are you looking through my drawers in the first place,” he deadpans. There’s aggression in his tone as he regards the other with distaste. “It’s a fucking kitchen knife, get over yourself.”

[myenhwa-blog]

ɢʜᴏᴜʟᴄ.

❝ I love leather. ❞

     “Really? I couldn’t quite tell.” Junmyeon hadn’t realized what he had said until quite a beat too late, eyes falling shut as he exhaled rather loudly through his nose. He was typically... much better behaved, a so called ‘good boy’, but it was always fun to fight back a little correct? Maybe not for this male though, priding himself on his ability and love of pleasing those that were currently dominating him. It depended on the day. He wasn’t the type to have a full time dominant strictly because he couldn’t partake in that life style because of his own ridiculous schedules, even if he desired one quite a bit. 

     Junmyeon’s lips pressed into a tight line though as he dug his fingers into the fabric of the quilt on the bed, legs crossed at the knee as he kept himself sitting rather comfortably at the edge as he watched Seth bustle around a little. It seemed that most of the toys taken out were bound in some type of leather and he was already excited to feel that sort of sting against his pale flesh, the marks it would leave over his rear, thighs, stomach and chest... little memories hidden underneath his clothes whenever he went to work. He was extremely careful when it came to visible marks because of his job-- he didn’t exactly want to lose it. 

     He knew he needed to apologize for the rather snarky remark though, finally opening his eyes so that he could gaze at the other with a sorry expression. “I spoke out of turn, my apologies sir.”

[hunzu-blog1]

“My roommate’s out of town. Want to stay the weekend?”

“My roommate’s out of town. Want to stay the weekend?”

“As long as I get the bed this time,” Sehun says before shutting the door behind him, “I’m pretty sure I sustained a month long shoulder cramp after passing out on your couch.”  His nose wrinkles upon recalling that memory; given they were both slightly intoxicated, the few hours spent asleep definitely left him with something to complain about for awhile. “Would you be down with that?”

[myenhwa-blog]

ɢʜᴏᴜʟᴄ.

     “You... you are aware that I actually have a masters in art, right? I’m not just a manga artist, I have a degree--”