You Aren't Fooling Anyone With The Whole Golden Boy Leader Façade, Curly. Though, I Will Admit, It's

tw.

my skin is scrubbed raw and red. my head is pounding and i’m shaking feebly. as i run the water, washing the sink out, watching red and clear mix and swirl down the drain, and as i wipe the spit from my lips, flushing the toilet and watching nothing but bile swirl down it’s own respective drain, i slump agains the wall.

is this really where i’ve gotten myself in life?

don’t you know that I’M the only one who can satisfy you in this way? the only one who could quench that deep, growing need to take control? the only one you let close, the only one you let lie in your bed at night?

i’m the only one.

i wonder where the ⛓️ anon went . . .

i’m still so deeply curious as to who it is.

Nobody is afraid to lose me. I never mean that much.

nsfw.

i’m home all alone today. not a soul besides me in this house. alone, with my selection of toys.

damn shame you aren’t here.

this is a shitpost.

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..

don't fucking say i'm the one imagining things when you're more over your head than i am. now; think you can be a good boy and tell what's going on in that head?

– ✘

good lord, you’ve sure got a mouth on you, jim.

i don’t feel like publically exposing myself, telling the world exactly what’s wrong. you’re welcome to dm me, but that’s about as far as i’ll go.

regardless, you’re being silly, jim. i’m perfectly fine!

i wonder where the “x” anon is…

Well, on this blog you only seem to have eyes for fictives of one person, and Im not a version of him.. - ⛓

that doesn’t exactly matter to me, you see.

this blog is primarily centered around my source memories. just because i “only have eyes for one person”, doesn’t mean anything.

i will say, now you’ve got me curious.

in all honesty my preference leans towards not getting hurt, but that doesnt mean much to me as long as i get to have you, be yours in whatever way you desire. as far as i am aware most people that interact with blogs like this are just parasocial and obsessive but i want so much more then that.. -⛓

want to be more that parasocial and obsessive? i’m afraid i can’t give that to you without knowing your identity, anon.

in “whatever way i desire”? you sound like you’re truly in the throughs of obsession, anon. it’s enough to make a guy hot around the collar.