Little brother who’s been avoiding his big brother since he stumbled into his room drunk one night and touched him all over :(( big brother was so rough and mean and left his little brother a sobbing mess curled in his bed sheets. But he also made him cum so fucking hard.
And it doesn’t matter how rough he is with himself he can’t do it! He can’t make himself cum like that and he gets so frustrated he starts crying. And his big brother has been giving him space, he feels so guilty for hurting his baby brother like that. The relationship is torn and they can barely look at each other at the breakfast table.
He thinks he really ruined everything, he’ll never have his baby brother back…until he’s woken up at 3am by his little brother climbing ontop of him. He sits on his hips, wet cunt pressed against his stomach and face wet from tears. He’s frozen, he doesn’t know what to…
“I hate you, I hate you I hate you I hate you.” His little brother sobs out, rolling his hips. “You ruined me. You were so mean big brother, so rough with me. Tore me all up inside it’s not fair!” He whines, more tears flooding his cheeks.
“I know…I’m sorry..”what else can he say?
“You need to make it up to me. You need to be nice to me this time. I can’t…big brother it hurts! I wanna cum and I can’t please please please help me please.”
Big brother who nods and flips them in the bed. Who kisses away his brothers tears and stretches him open so slow and gentle this time. He’s careful with his baby brother, like he should’ve been the first time.
bf that forces me to try every kind of drug and molest me and abuse me every time when i cant fight back to see which one makes me weaker and easier to take advantage of me
shocked that i haven’t seen a post about this already but the way that “full body deodorant” is being pushed on us is so vile. that woman in the commercials being like “i’m a woman and i know how it feels to be ashamed of your body’s natural odors. that’s why i invented this shit to rub between your thighs so you, too, can feel ashamed of your body’s natural odors. unless you buy my product :)” die die die die kill yourself fuck you fuck you
the people in my grandparents’ generation who were marketed baby powder to keep their pussies dry and odorless and got fucking cancer from it are rolling in their graves rn. please stop i’m begging you just let your body do its thing i promise hey. look at me. i promise you don’t smell bad. no one can smell you. and if they can, i promise they will be fine. please i’m begging
if i take a girl’s underwear off and smell chemical imitation lavender or rose or whatever instead of sweat and musk and girlstink the way god intended i’m burning down a cvs
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hi everybody. please reblog this if you can. my job doesn't pay me enough to afford rent and groceries and utilities and I'm having trouble getting a better one. so in the interim, I'm going to have to ask for some support. I'm looking for at least 200 to afford getting to work for this pay period. anything helps.
wanna be kicking and screaming while you force your cock deep into my ass and tell me that “whiny babies get fucked like this, keep screaming baby, i’m not gonna stop”
Concept: alcoholic former trophy wife gets you in her grasp. Maybe you're working service at some charity event and she stumbles up to you, in a too tight party dress that used to fit. She's already sloppy drunk but she doesn't cut you off. You watch her down highballs like water as she points out her husband flirting with younger women across the room, but she doesn't care as long as the booze as free. You blush as she asks for a shot and hand it over, confessing you've never seen someone drink like her. She asks, would you like to learn?
You start going over to her enormous fancy empty house. There's more booze in her liquor cabinet than you thought any human could drink. She's already tipsy when she starts your lessons, you spot a couple wine bottles in the recycling. How to mix drinks, how to make drinks that go down smooth, how to take shots gracefully. By the end of your first lesson you can hardly stand, but she's going strong. She laughs drunkenly, too loud, and gets you into an opulent guest bedroom to sleep it off. She's unsteady and clumsy but so soft and warm and you can't help but nuzzle into her, which makes her laugh again.
At your third lesson, you're uninhibited and coherent enough to confess how wet it makes you to drink like this, and to watch you get drunk. That lesson ends with her holding a bottle of wine to your lips, letting you chug desperately as she slides her hands into your panties and circles your soaked clit, slurring her words as she coos over how your unfocused eyes cross at the sensation.
From there, things start to slide further and further out from under you. More substances start to appear--first a gentle request to smoke with her before your lesson, then an enthusiastic discussion of party drugs that is followed by an offering of molly you just can't say no to. Xanny isn't scary honey, it just makes the booze hit harder. No, darling, cocaine won't hurt; you'll just have the energy to drink more.
And every time you let her win you over, her hands all over you. Groping your tits as you drunkenly mewl at the feeling, sliding her fingers into your cunt, convincing you to clumsily lap at her pussy as she finishes her bottle of wine, toys and strap ons to fill your soaking wet holes. The more fucked up she is, the more she wants to do to you, and the more fucked up she wants to get you.
After a few months, you're living in her guest bedroom, happy on a steady diet of booze and pills and whatever else Mommy wants to give you. Neither of you are ever sober, but your brain has melted so far that even Mommy can control you. You're a fucked up eager little pet who caters to her every perverse desire.
what’s the vibe of your blog. everyone has their own. is it an art gallery exhibit serving canapés. a nightclub. a knights of the round table situation. a book discussion meeting. a lonely hearts club newspaper section. a bedroom where you and two friends are chatting. the school of athens debating matters of consequence. a garden tea party. a bacchanal. an agatha christie murder novel style tense dinner party. etc
idk what to say there's no specific expense or emergency this time, we (my partner and I) are just poor and can't make ends meet anymore
(imgs of qr codes to @/Jaelyn-Dennis on V - $JaeBirb on CA - jaebirb on PP - and jaelyn.m.g.dennis@gmail on GP)
we're a queer and chronically ill/disabled household, it's us two and some pets on one persons shitty retail income and the other's meager foodstamp benefits, and everything keeps getting more expensive every day from groceries to electricity to bus fare and idk what to do!
listen it's only February and 2024 has not been kind already, my mental health is falling apart from stress and my chronic pain/fatigue/brainfog are flaring up in reaction too, I've had a death in the family, and my partner is worn down more and more every day by his job. I know everyone is fucked right now, I'm sorry I have to ask, too
I need $50 by the 21st for a new ID because mine is expiring, our rent increases April 1st and we need roughly $200 to renew our insurance, we need another $200-$300 for groceries soon, at least $25 for bus tickets to upcoming drs appointments later this month, and god forbid I want plan something for my bday in March it's not like I've been able to really celebrate my birthday since 2019 anyways haha
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