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i want to be yours, for you to know who's heart you have been given in a gift wrap box, love letter attached. i still cant bring myself to sign the note metaphorical so i leave a trail of bread crumbs in hopes you notice who i really am, that you wont be able to ignore the similarities and i will have never had to sign the note. its cowardly i know.. but its better then nothing.. -⛓

how sweet, dear. perhaps i might have a clue..

no it definitely goes beyond a little. ur mines now dude, no takesies backsies

-🌀

what an odd thing to say. considering i don’t even know who you are, it feels like one of those shitty stalker romances daisuke lent me.

If you saw how much you might be a little more concerned than flattered, but i can’t complain.

And yay! I love it when my obsessions acknowledge me tehe

-🌀

who said i wouldn’t be even more flattered?

infatuation runs through my veins, seeps from my pores, coats my skin and nails. and even if you aren’t the least bit as infatuated with me, as i am with you, well…isn’t that part of the fun?

its hard not to when youre so amazing, and mean so much to me. like what if you find out which anya i am and realise you have no intrest in me because of it.. -⛓

you will never know, until you try.

i’m surprised you think i’m so amazing, honestly.

God, I fucking hate myself

nsfw.

please, please touch me. i’ve been so good, i deserve it, don’t i?

i just want you to set the rhythm, the pace, the energy. i want you to be in control.

tell me what toys to use, how fast to go, how high the vibrations should be…tell me what to do.

i’m always in control. let me give up the reigns.

please ?

I hope you forgive me for ruining everything

he may be this..this manipulative, god-status-having figure. but i am nothing if not a willing devotee, offering up my heart, body, mind and soul.

the sleeves of my hoodie are tear-stained. i’m shaking like a leaf. i’m a grown man, dammit. it has been 2 minutes. and yet…