adonis

Hm. Unfortunately your tumblr settings only allow you to accept messages from those you follow, what will you do to rectify this? I’d hate to ruin the surprise but if I must come off anon through asks… sigh. After all that hard work I did typing up a proper threat for you as well, what a shame…

“Kicking your feet” and “twirling your hair” but then you turn around and give other anons attention. Pathetic. Don’t you know I’m the only one for you? And when I find you I’m going to take what’s mine, no matter the amount of kicking or screaming you do. I’ll shatter your damn wrists if it means you give up and stop fighting me. Or maybe I’ll just ignore your tears and force myself on you either way, you’d probably enjoy that, wouldn’t you? Insisting that you don’t, crying and begging that turns into pathetically slutty moans. We both know you want this. I might even come off anon just to threaten you personally in your messages. These other anons need to back off, as well as that little “play partner” of yours. “Sunny” too. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine from the very beginning, you’ve just never realized it yet. As half tempted as I am to pretend to be a different anon and slowly build up your trust over time, I lack the patience for that. I’m going to take you by force and you’ll be so broken you’ll come along willingly with me, won’t you darling? Come now. Stop fighting this. You know you want me. <3

I want you to be scared of me. To cry when I enter the room I keep you in, to flinch away when I reach out to grab you. You'll be naked, of course, save for a collar maybe. It'll be cute how shy you are, always trying to cover your boycunt, red and swollen from how many times I've abused and spanked it. God, I can't wait to steal you away, to make you mine and only mine.

Aww, you poor thing. I can be your 2000's emo dom who will punch you and blow smoke in your face, if you’ll let me. Are your applications open? Where do I apply? I’ll sink my teeth and claws into you and never let you leave me l. It’ll break you down and build you into something better, something to serve only me. Doesn’t that sound lovely? Losing your autonomy and becoming little more than a doll I can mold and pose to my liking? My adorable little Ken doll <3 but, of course, male dolls don’t have a chest, so we’ll obviously have to force you into a corset or something to flatten you out, won’t we? Maybe I drug you as well, slip droplets or two of testosterone into all your drinks and food. Hm? No? What do you mean your food tastes weird, darling? I made it the same way as I always did, stop complaining and just fucking eat… meanwhile you’d be none the wiser.

For the holy yandere ask game: BLASPHEMY, GOD, DEVIL, RELIGION, & APOSTLE. I’m actively attempting to find your instagram as we speak, my darling. You’re mine, you’ve always been mine, you just don’t realize it yet. <3

im going to lure you in by pretending to be another mutual who has the same kinks as you. we're going to bond over this and you're going to trust me more.

i want everything i say to affect you.

Hey sigma guess who it is