”pretty Boy” Okay So You Wanna Make Out With Me? You Wanna Fuck Me? You Wanna Have Children With

oh my goddd I hate being hypersexual </3

save me from this never ending hell

Need to be someone's puppy and just...idk..dl something,be biten, been fucked, praised, need to be commanded URGHHH

HI CHUU!!!! :3

Boo

hi puppy<3

having a praise kink is so weird because wdym I get turned on when block blast gives me those little thumbs up things

I need someone to kiss me until I can't breathe

I'm a sucker for fucked up relationships. Unhinged obsession. Limitless devotion. Love to the point of destruction.

I want to worship you for the rest of my existence, say your name , say praises to you, send you my prayers, repeat how you are the definition of perfection till my throat burns, and you are the last thing I can even remember.

I want to carve your name into every last inch of my body, impossible to hide, so everyone can know I’m an angel with a purpose, a worshipper with a god. <3

I want to write your name on my skin again. this time even deeper. it needs to scar and it needs to stay. I need to show everyone who my heart belongs to.

"pretty boy" "my good boy" "oh, you poor thing" i am on the fucking floor

thinking of a yandere who craves you sooo bad.

you’re all he can think about. in the coldest of nights he’ll wrap his arms around himself, lying dead still as he forces himself to believe you’re there. he’ll ramble through the silence with closed eyes, talking about his day and his adoration towards you as he holds the comfort of believing you’re there.

he’s so delusional. praying each night that you’ll wind up besides him once he’s awoken, crying and clinging to the bedsheets in the morning as he’s overtaken by his loneliness. his heart aches and cries for you, and his desperation is his downfall as it consumes him.

he wants to hear you say his name. for you to curl your fingers through his hair, to kiss his tears away. he wants the two of you to embrace until your scent lingers on him, for your hearts to become intertwined, but he’s so lost and devoured by his emotions that he doesn’t know how he’d even start.

he carves your name into his wrist. it hurts him, but he tells himself that you’d love him for doing this, that you’d pat his head and whisper in his ears for him to cut deeper. he wants to leave a scar, to have you forever imprinted on himself. he aches and yearns to be yours regardless of if he’s dead or not, and he wants for people to know that he’s forever yours.