i'll be posting about gore, general masochism. yearn-posting. probably writing, mostly about being very pretty and craving attention. im 21, ftm, been on T for a few years, top surgery but no bottom surgery. i dont plan on phallo but sometimes i dickpost
ᯓ✦ i like poetry, abstract art, collecting plushies and getting high. im a virgin and a dweeb. im a loser! im loser angel brother.
ᯓ✦ im an angel, not a person. he/him is fine, so is 'it'.
lets be brothers. you should send threats on my life to my inbox. the more uncomfortable i am the more it will make my heart flutter <3
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i do not condone incest in real life... obviously. this is play. minors will be blocked by me, don't follow this blog or send me messages if you are below the age of 18.
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kiddo, buddy, little guy, baby boy.... cute. pretty. @_@ this makes me melt. i am talked down to often in my life and i think it has given me a bit of a complex. hehehe
i also do enjoy writing fiction from a dom pov occasionally, though i am submissive at heart. i tend to write abt being a younger brother but sometimes i'll play it the other way
fauxcest. loserangelbrother.... duh :3
i like piss. i love omo. >_< like srsly.... i really really like omo. you should let me watch you piss yourself. please?
touch my wings
i love bruising and impact play. gore in general. i want to be eviscerated, amputated, etc... teeth pulling. toenail ripping. ♡♡♡
more general stuff- praise (basic i know ok) mindbreak, intox (especially weed and alc. im basic I KNOW), non-con, forcefem, VOMIT!!!! and humiliation. ive got a huge oral fixation in general.
im personally not into pregnancy, breeding, scat. anything with diapers i will block, its not personal just my own comfort
Fight me on this but the best kind of brocest is the codependent totally emotionally stunted kind where homeschooled little brother knows literally nothing about how the world works and big brother is determined to make sure he never learns because he needs to be needed !!!
im ina very evil mood i am soooooo distracted by the thought of just kicking a pretty boy in the stomach over and over and over and over. pulling his hair sitting on him so he can't move pressing a boot to his bladder until he pisses himself
to me puke and piss are hottest as a fear response. boy so scared hes in a cold sweat, shaking, hyperventilating, his logical mind loses control and instinct takes over. you lose your humanity a little bit when you're so scared that your body purges. and its hot
A boy who sees his perversion as diseased. Some grotesque, unwanted genetic mutation. It’s been this way for as long as he can recall, the aching for touch, the filthy filthy thoughts of it all. He can hardly stomach how insatiable the want is, there's an indignity to its nature. Woken by sticky boxers and a now-fleeting perverse dream. So how does he deal with it? He tries, he truly does. He fights the urges; if anything, he at least delays them. But when third period rolls around, where is he? isolated in a bathroom stall, of course. Fist stretching open his drenched hole as wide as it allows. A routine he practices so devoutly it's practically biblical. The act itself is nothing short of pitiable; the collar of his shirt pooled with drool from being stuffed in his mouth. Hair unkept and greasy, hoodie that reeks of pot. He notices the drool patch, and the shame of his being washes over him. Tears collecting in the corners of his eyes, humility stings.
But the sickness he feels over his desires is never enough. He brushes off the embarrassment and his hands find their way back into his aching crotch.
sometimes i forget that i am bisexual. i think i feel a bit guilty being attracted to women. leftover feelings from being mortified and guilty when i had to change in the women's locker room... but i like boobs 🤓
i need a lonely guy who can't hold his liquor to trust me cause i seem harmless. and when he's sooooo drunk that he's queasy stumbling to the bathroom, i tell him the bathrooms occupied and to come outside with me. instead of holding his hair back when he pukes i open mouth kiss him and don't let go until he pukes in my mouth. he's be so confused. probably disgusted. but he's so touch starved that he lets me keep going, tipsy off his secondhand alcohol, and he opens his mouth willingly when i press my cock to his lips.
i'm 5'2 and yet nobody is taking my stuff from me and holding it over my head and making me jump up to get it. when everybody should be doing this actually. and petting my head. my head is so reachable and my hair is so soft.
Big brother stoned out of his mind when his little brother comes in to lay with him, had a bad dream or some shit. He lays between big bros legs, resting his head on his stomach. And big bros so stoned he doesn’t even realize when he starts grinding up against his kid brothers body, thinking about ruining the poor boy before he can even ask what’s happening.
calling big brother stupid 'cause he's nowhere near as smart as i am or as skilled as me. he'll never understand all the big books i read even though he's older so he should understand.
being shown that being a smartass only gets you so far when you're face to face with someone bigger and stronger than you. walking away all bruised up and embarassed
My little brother has always been able to get away with anything.
It used to small things, like stealing my things or hitting me. If I told him to quit it, he'd just kind of laugh at me. If I tried to tell mom, he'd get all teary eyed and say I did it first. Who was she gonna believe, then? The puppy-eyed golden boy or the weird lanky teen with a history of being the problem? I'd eventually learned to stop saying anything. I didn't want to get in trouble on top of being pestered.
When I got older, it started being about pride. I didn't want it to be obvious that he was getting stronger than me. Much stronger. I guess I could have tried to work out more, or tried to overpower him. But at the same time, could I really do that? I mean, he's my little brother. I couldn't hurt him. Even if it was in self defense, how am I going to look someone in the eye and say I beat up my baby brother? I knew he knew that. The more he took, the more slights and insults, the more bruises he gave me, the look in his eyes gradually became more and more cruel. I think his favorite part is that I've just laid down and accepted my defeat.
I sometimes wondered what drove him to act like this. What I did to deserve the way he looked at me. Was it just fun?
This was a whole new level of evil.
Home alone, I was high in my room. At the sound of the door closing, I lifted my head and turned to face it. He was standing in the doorway with his hand lingering on the knob. I was glaring at him from my beanbag, but the look in his eyes threw me off.
I looked down to see what he was looking at. I was just in my boxers. Because I was alone high in my room, with the goddamn door closed. That's normal, but he was looking at me like I had grown two heads or something.
I'd went back to scrolling my phone and the next thing I knew he was standing above me. I wasn't going to give him attention, but he knew that.
He kicked his socked foot right into my crotch. Hard.
I balked. "Dude. The fuck?" He'd never gone that low before. I was pissed. I was so fucking pissed, but I didn't make a move to do anything. It wasn't that sore since I don't have a dick, but it still was uncomfortable.
He just grinned at me. I realized belatedly that he was trying to nudge my boxers off me with his sock.
I scrambled back once I got my bearings. He was following me, though, and he held me down with his hand on my chest. A shiver went down my spine as his clammy breath stirred the hairs on the back of my neck.
When I felt his fingers prodding at my cunt I stopped fighting it. What could I really do?
He was gonna get away with it no matter what I did.
angel boy zoo where you can put some quarters into machines and get some angel pellets to hand feed them and you can pet them/ touch them/ grope them but you aren't really supposed to. but you know people usually do anyway, so its fine.
oh my god they are fucking in the enclosure. EVACUATE THE GUESTS!
