Aug 8, 2017
Text: 💖💖💖💖💖
Text: thats some fucking gay shit
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Text: 💖💖💖💖💖
Text: thats some fucking gay shit
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art- u gay bitch
@macabre-mafia
Text: Well I Was gonna say "I Love you" after you responded but I guess now all i can do is rip your nipples off of your chest the next time i see you
Text: i dont want to be seen with a thot though
moral of the story: dont pretend to be a frozen chicken ready for a hot fucking for your deaf boyfriend
@macabre-mafia (May 2017)
Hey, knock knock. who's there? Cold hands. Cold hands who? COLD HANDS STUCK UP THE BACK OF DWIGHT'S SHIRT BECAUSE NYLE IS A BITCH fuck you. warm em up by lettin him give dwight a handjob. Temperature play.
He would but Dwight is too busy screeching and jumping away from his cold hands... then he pushed his hand away. {You’re mean and rude and I want to break up with you}
C1 bitch make him cuTE FOR ME let him be happy
[[another one icon style so i can use him (; BOOP
Alright, point taken. Nyle's smirk was soon replaced with the more typical smile of his after receiving the kiss, apparently satiated from that little taste. A quiet laugh met that last comment and the Italian could only give an innocent shrug. He's hot and he's not about to deny it. {But a guy can wonder... would you get red if I suggested we take a bath together before bed?~} And there's the smirk again.
He didn’t need to ask. Just at the thought, he was already feeling nervous. Sure he felt more comfortable about himself now that he got to eat more thanks to Nyle -his bones weren’t noticeable anymore- but still being naked in intimacy with someone else was strange. {Do you really want to kill me}
{You exist. That's what.} He responded, a cheeky grin plastered over his lips as he stepped closer to his boyfriend and a mischievous glint in his eyes. He brought a hand up and took a light hold on Dwight's chin to peck a kiss on his lips before pulling away to say something more. {I'm a little disappointed that your face doesn't get as red anymore. I need to find more stuff to do to you for that, right?~}
{I got used to it after the first... hundred times} he grinned, returning the smooch. {But you don’t really need to do anything to make me red. You exist, that’s how!}