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intro

hi.. I woke up to find my accounts terminated🫩

so I have to do an intro again

you can call me puppy, sis, bro, anything like that…

so if you followed any of these:

@p3rvertedpuppy

@call-m3-kiddo

@l1ttle-sis

@prettypuppy000

then this is me (_　_|||)

#brocon #fauxest #faux35t #faux incest #intro post #introduction #blog intro #pinned intro

knkdoctor

Your blush is not a medical concern, young lady. I intend to continue.

deupe

𓆉 MDNI older bf!toji x f!reader (toji is 40+ and reader is 20+)

older bf!toji shaking his head when you ask for a sip of his beer, lecturing you on the harmful effects of drinking alcohol, liver cirrhosis, brain damage blah blah blah while he’s full-on chugging down bottles of beers.

older bf!toji who stops you halfway when you’re sinking down onto his cock, worried that he’d be too big for you, the what-ifs roaming freely in his mind if you actually took him whole. What if you split into half? What if he ruptures your cervix when he goes too deep? What if your vagina tears?

older bf!toji who would just play with your clit, hands tucked in your underwear when you’re feeling horny and whiny for him because he’s just too cowardly to fuck you, petrified he’d hurt you.

older bf!toji whom you just trust so much to buy your lingeries, undergarment and feminine products due to his myriad of experience and knowledge. He knows your flow intensity and which pad lengths to buy. He also buys the undergarments with non-toxic fabrics that support your vaginal health. Cuz he knows better than to neglect this pussy that he adores so much.

older bf!toji who is just too old for this shit, he has no more energy to argue and bicker with you so he lets you do whatever the fuck you want with him. Wear matching thongs with you…whatever. Give him a buzz cut…bleh okay. Act as your personal armchair…no problem. Act as your personal loofah??? Say less.

older bf!toji who sits back and let you treat his cock like a fidget toy. Manspreading on the couch as you juggle his balls, fling his cock around however you want, pull on the foreskin and suck on it however you want.

older bf!toji who would grip the back of your head, tugging your hair up as you tried to take on his full length. Glancing down at your watery eyes, slick and swollen lips and the drool dripping down your chin, “nuh uh pretty girl, you know you’ll gag and choke trying to take it whole.”

older bf!toji in the end still trusts your judgement and your ability to take care of yourself, although he’d feel better if you let him treat you like his princess when you were together.

more toji headcanons here!

fawnkisss

୨୧ — older bf toji fushiguro

ps: depiction is not endorsement; minimally inspired by my dark Vanessa. dark content. dead dove.

Toji was nearly three decades older than you, he drove a pickup truck, and squished your face whenever you two were in public together. He was brawny, into guns, babies you. Everything you ever searched for.

Regardless of how disgustingly resourceful he was, using your learned helplessness and immaturity to his advantage, you couldn’t help but love him.

His attention leeched off of your vulnerability and fear.

Oh but soon you realized he wasn’t a typical older boyfriend that would correct you immediately and put you in your place if you mouthed off or acted up, nope. He’d make you utterly miserable.

He was upset with you over your behavior, but you hadn’t seen or heard from him. Toji was completely gone; he was ignoring you till you came to him. He wouldn’t give you the attention he knew you were just begging for. His last words before you had gone home two nights ago (hadn’t called or texted since) were “You don’t want me to do that? You don’t even fuckin’ know what you want, babydoll, don’t pretend you know now.”

And a door slammed right in his face.

It was right after an argument; one where you yelled in his face and pushed him back. Yet, he didn’t lay a hand on you or raise his own voice at you. “Why are you so fucking calm, everything is your fault! Everything— everything you made me! Fuck you!” You were blubbering.

He put his hands on your shoulder before you had the chance to futilely bang them against his much larger chest, “Calm down, we can talk when you’re clear-headed.” You jerked his hands off of you.

Well, back to right now, you couldn’t do anything you were supposed to. You hadn’t studied, you hadn’t cleaned your shitty dorm room—which you never even slept at in the first place—, and you had hardly brushed your hair.

That wasn’t what hurt; no, what hurt was the fact he was probably existing with ease. He woke and worked like usual while you had to hold your own face and body to even get some sleep in your system.

Your phone was in your hands constantly, checking to see if he’d text or call. Quickly into the third day you called him with a shaky voice, “Toji?” Your voice was meek; timid. A mirror to how god damn helpless you were.

You heard a grunt through the speaker and a loud thud, “Yeah, baby?” He asked, asking with constant movement. Ah, he was working.

Your brain scattered to apologies or excused, eyes widening where he couldn’t see them. “M’sorry, so sorry, you’re working?” You could hear a deep, gruff chuckle leaving his throat. The movement stopped beside the distant gasping for air. Was it filthy how wet you were at this scene in your head?

“Just don’t make it a habit,” He spoke as if nothing had happened. “Can I come over?” You whispered. He hummed through the phone and then agreed.

You were there when the sun had set, trying to disguise the puffy and swollen face from tears as a flushed and love-struck face. He was shirtless, only the bloodied pants on. And he definitely knew you were crying.

His big fucking hands took your face in them, getting a good look at your features. You wanted to apologize but simultaneously you wish he would acknowledge why you were so upset. Instead, you tip toed to hide your face in his neck. “I hate when you disappear on me,”

He hummed gently, caressing the back of your head. “You were talking to me like such a big girl the other day, I imagined you’d be well off without me.” You almost gasped, pulling away to look into his abhorrently sadistic gaze.

“If you could yell, and hit, and slam doors, why do you need my attention?” He cooed, his thumb—with a ring—slipping between your lips. “Don’t pout. I was wrong, wasn’t I?” He asked, though it was more rhetorical.

He pushed more into your mouth. “You’re still just a little girl, no actual sovereignty. Need me to direct you, you need a firm hand to guide you.” You were practically gagging on his thumb, fat tears welling at your waterline. You couldn’t help the nod.

“Don’t cry,” He took his spit-covered thumb out of your mouth and onto your cheek, wiping the tear and replacing it with your saliva. “Have you learned your lesson?” You kissed the scar on the corner of his lips. You saw him so much more beautifully than as a cruel older man. Even when everybody emphasized his darkness, all you could see was the light from the curtains when he caressed your back.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

It wasn’t long before you were in a mean mating press, his cock ramming into you and out as he palm came down harshly against your tear stained cheek.

His cock stretched you out and filled you up to the brim. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the slaps followed by tough taps. All that left your lips were moans and incoherent babbles.

Toji talked minimally during sex—but the few things he said left an impact—and a lot before sex. “Just a dumb, stupid girl. Know how pissed I was when you pushed me around? You’re lucky I have self restraint, any other man would have you bruised and unconscious.” The first he said in the last five minutes, eyebrows furrowed.

He was close, and that just made you even closer. Your pussy clenched down on his fat cock, feeling every vein and ridge like if it was glued to your memory. “Cum, cum inside me— Toji please,” He groaned, bottoming out before long ropes of cum filled you up again.

“Stop fuckin’ crying, babydoll.” He said between breaths.

God, how you loved that man. <3

vionnepony

need

fawnamber

if you genuinely identify as an incel youve gotta die

raped2hell

having your older brother move in with you just so you can take advantage of him and isolate him

whitetrashbambi

I love my big brother!! I love my big brother so much!!! I love him I love him i love him!! I wanna cuddle with him forever and ever! I wanna do everything together! I hope I'm his forever! I love him I love hiiiim! I'm very high and wanna cry because I love him so much

mikeyloveshisbros

brotherly love is so pure. even when it's horny and inc3stuous it's still pure. purest than any straight cis heteronormative relationship in fact. all straight people are going to hell and i'll be up in the heavens getting eaten out by a loving older brother. mark my words

pentuppuppy

if incest is bad why'd they make it so hot

isachivas

some people will never see how perfect I am and it hurts me

needycest

Another reason I need to be the toy of an older sibling is because I want to barge into their room when I'm needy, stretch out on their bed, then try to act surprised when they grab me and shove my face into their crotch