aren’t you such a good toy?

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[starthemiddlest]

𝚝̷𝚑̷𝚒̷𝚜̷ 𝚒̷𝚜̷ 𝚊̷𝚗̷ 𝚎̷𝚡̷𝚙̷𝚕̷𝚒̷𝚌̷𝚒̷𝚝̷ 𝚊̷𝚗̷𝚍̷ 𝚝̷𝟺̷𝚝̷ 𝚜̷𝚙̷𝚊̷𝚌̷𝚎̷. 𝚖̷𝚒̷𝚗̷𝚘̷𝚛̷𝚜̷, 𝚖̷𝚊̷𝚙̷𝚜̷, 𝚌̷𝚒̷𝚜̷𝚑̷𝚎̷𝚝̷𝚜̷ 𝙳̷𝙽̷𝙸̷

𝚞̷ 𝚌̷𝚊̷𝚗̷ 𝚌̷𝚊̷𝚕̷𝚕̷ 𝚖̷𝚎̷ 𝚜̷𝚝̷𝚊̷𝚛̷ 𝚘̷𝚛̷ 𝚍̷𝚘̷𝚐̷ 𝚘̷𝚛̷ 𝚖̷𝚞̷𝚝̷𝚝̷ 𝚘̷𝚛̷ 𝚖̷𝚘̷𝚜̷𝚝̷ 𝚊̷𝚗̷𝚢̷𝚝̷𝚑̷𝚒̷𝚗̷𝚐̷ 𝚊̷𝚝̷ 𝚊̷𝚕̷𝚕̷. 𝚑̷𝚎̷/𝚒̷𝚝̷ 𝚘̷𝚗̷𝚕̷𝚢̷. 𝚒̷ 𝚊̷𝚖̷ 𝚘̷𝚠̷𝚗̷𝚎̷𝚍̷.

𝚊̷ 𝚕̷𝚘̷𝚝̷~ 𝚏̷𝚊̷𝚞̷𝚡̷𝚌̷𝚎̷𝚜̷𝚝̷, 𝚏̷𝚘̷𝚛̷𝚌̷𝚎̷𝚖̷𝚊̷𝚜̷𝚌̷, 𝚙̷𝚎̷𝚝̷ 𝚙̷𝚕̷𝚊̷𝚢̷, 𝚔̷𝚗̷𝚒̷𝚟̷𝚎̷𝚜̷, 𝚋̷𝚛̷𝚎̷𝚎̷𝚍̷𝚒̷𝚗̷𝚐̷, 𝚒̷𝚗̷𝚝̷𝚘̷𝚡̷, 𝚖̷𝚊̷𝚛̷𝚔̷𝚒̷𝚗̷𝚐̷, 𝚑̷𝚞̷𝚗̷𝚝̷𝚒̷𝚗̷𝚐̷, 𝚌̷𝚑̷𝚘̷𝚔̷𝚒̷𝚗̷𝚐̷, 𝚜̷𝚝̷𝚊̷𝚕̷𝚔̷𝚒̷𝚗̷𝚐̷, 𝚌̷𝚘̷𝚌̷𝚔̷𝚠̷𝚊̷𝚛̷𝚖̷𝚒̷𝚗̷𝚐̷, 𝚜̷𝚝̷𝚞̷𝚏̷𝚏̷𝚒̷𝚎̷ 𝚏̷𝚞̷𝚌̷𝚔̷𝚒̷𝚗̷𝚐̷, 𝚜̷𝚌̷𝚛̷𝚊̷𝚝̷𝚌̷𝚑̷𝚒̷𝚗̷𝚐̷, 𝚋̷𝚛̷𝚊̷𝚝̷𝚝̷𝚒̷𝚗̷𝚐̷, 𝚊̷𝚐̷𝚎̷ 𝚙̷𝚕̷𝚊̷𝚢̷, 𝚝̷𝚎̷𝚖̷𝚙̷ 𝚙̷𝚕̷𝚊̷𝚢̷, 𝚘̷𝚋̷𝚓̷𝚎̷𝚌̷𝚝̷𝚒̷𝚏̷𝚒̷𝚌̷𝚊̷𝚝̷𝚒̷𝚘̷𝚗̷, 𝚖̷𝚒̷𝚛̷𝚛̷𝚘̷𝚛̷𝚜̷, 𝚘̷𝚟̷𝚎̷𝚛̷𝚜̷𝚝̷𝚒̷𝚖̷, 𝚌̷𝚕̷𝚘̷𝚠̷𝚗̷𝚜̷, 𝚕̷𝚒̷𝚗̷𝚐̷𝚎̷𝚛̷𝚒̷𝚎̷, 𝚘̷𝚛̷𝚊̷𝚕̷, 𝚋̷𝚘̷𝚗̷𝚍̷𝚊̷𝚐̷𝚎̷, 𝚗̷𝚘̷𝚗̷𝚌̷𝚘̷𝚗̷/𝚍̷𝚞̷𝚋̷𝚌̷𝚘̷𝚗̷, 𝚐̷𝚞̷𝚗̷𝚜̷, 𝚖̷𝚘̷𝚗̷𝚜̷𝚝̷𝚎̷𝚛̷𝚜̷, 𝚐̷𝚊̷𝚗̷𝚐̷ 𝚋̷𝚊̷𝚗̷𝚐̷𝚜̷, 𝚠̷𝚘̷𝚛̷𝚜̷𝚑̷𝚒̷𝚙̷, 𝚒̷𝚖̷𝚙̷𝚊̷𝚌̷𝚝̷, 𝚒̷𝚗̷𝚜̷𝚙̷𝚎̷𝚌̷𝚝̷𝚒̷𝚘̷𝚗̷, 𝚙̷𝚛̷𝚊̷𝚒̷𝚜̷𝚎̷ 𝚊̷𝚗̷𝚍̷ 𝚍̷𝚎̷𝚐̷𝚛̷𝚊̷𝚍̷𝚊̷𝚝̷𝚒̷𝚘̷𝚗̷, 𝚠̷𝚊̷𝚡̷ 𝚙̷𝚕̷𝚊̷𝚢̷, 𝚜̷𝚘̷𝚖̷𝚗̷𝚘̷

𝚜̷𝚘̷𝚖̷𝚎̷~ 𝚊̷𝚗̷𝚊̷𝚕̷, 𝚙̷𝚒̷𝚜̷𝚜̷𝚑̷𝚘̷𝚕̷𝚍̷𝚒̷𝚗̷𝚐̷, 𝚎̷𝚡̷𝚑̷𝚒̷𝚋̷𝚒̷𝚝̷𝚒̷𝚘̷𝚗̷, 𝚜̷𝚎̷𝚗̷𝚜̷𝚘̷𝚛̷𝚢̷ 𝚍̷𝚎̷𝚙̷𝚛̷𝚒̷𝚟̷𝚊̷𝚝̷𝚒̷𝚘̷𝚗̷, 𝚗̷𝚎̷𝚌̷𝚛̷𝚘̷

𝚗̷𝚘̷~ 𝚛̷𝚊̷𝚌̷𝚎̷ 𝚙̷𝚕̷𝚊̷𝚢̷, 𝚏̷𝚎̷𝚎̷𝚝̷, 𝚙̷𝚒̷𝚜̷𝚜̷, 𝚜̷𝚌̷𝚊̷𝚝̷, 𝚏̷𝚘̷𝚘̷𝚍̷, 𝚟̷𝚘̷𝚛̷𝚎̷, 𝚎̷𝚡̷𝚝̷𝚛̷𝚎̷𝚖̷𝚎̷ 𝚐̷𝚘̷𝚛̷𝚎̷, 𝚙̷𝚊̷𝚝̷𝚛̷𝚒̷𝚊̷𝚛̷𝚌̷𝚑̷𝚢̷, 𝚜̷𝚘̷𝚞̷𝚗̷𝚍̷𝚒̷𝚗̷𝚐̷, 𝚍̷𝚎̷𝚝̷𝚛̷𝚊̷𝚗̷𝚜̷

𝚊̷𝚜̷𝚔̷𝚜̷ 𝚊̷𝚛̷𝚎̷ 𝚘̷𝚙̷𝚎̷𝚗̷ 𝚏̷𝚘̷𝚛̷ 𝚏̷𝚊̷𝚗̷𝚝̷𝚊̷𝚜̷𝚒̷𝚎̷𝚜̷, 𝚍̷𝚖̷𝚜̷ 𝚊̷𝚛̷𝚎̷ 𝚘̷𝚙̷𝚎̷𝚗̷ 𝚏̷𝚘̷𝚛̷ 𝚌̷𝚘̷𝚗̷𝚟̷𝚎̷𝚛̷𝚜̷𝚊̷𝚝̷𝚒̷𝚘̷𝚗̷. 𝚒̷ 𝚊̷𝚖̷ 𝚊̷𝚞̷𝚝̷𝚒̷𝚜̷𝚒̷𝚝̷𝚒̷𝚌̷ 𝚊̷𝚗̷𝚍̷ 𝚍̷𝚒̷𝚜̷𝚊̷𝚋̷𝚕̷𝚎̷𝚍̷, 𝚒̷ 𝚝̷𝚊̷𝚔̷𝚎̷ 𝚝̷𝚑̷𝚒̷𝚗̷𝚐̷𝚜̷ 𝚟̷𝚎̷𝚛̷𝚢̷ 𝚕̷𝚒̷𝚝̷𝚎̷𝚛̷𝚊̷𝚕̷𝚕̷𝚢̷ 𝚊̷𝚗̷𝚍̷ 𝚍̷𝚘̷ 𝚗̷𝚘̷𝚝̷ 𝚛̷𝚎̷𝚙̷𝚕̷𝚢̷ 𝚒̷𝚗̷ 𝚊̷ 𝚝̷𝚒̷𝚖̷𝚎̷𝚕̷𝚢̷ 𝚖̷𝚊̷𝚗̷𝚗̷𝚎̷𝚛̷. 𝚍̷𝚘̷𝚗̷’𝚝̷ 𝚎̷𝚡̷𝚙̷𝚎̷𝚌̷𝚝̷ 𝚖̷𝚞̷𝚌̷𝚑̷ 𝚏̷𝚛̷𝚘̷𝚖̷ 𝚖̷𝚎̷.

𝚏̷𝚊̷𝚗̷𝚜̷𝚕̷𝚢̷ 𝚒̷𝚐̷ 𝚌̷𝚊̷𝚜̷𝚑̷𝚊̷𝚙̷𝚙̷ 𝚝̷𝚑̷𝚛̷𝚘̷𝚗̷𝚎̷

MAGA MINORS MAPS CISHETS DNI

being an adult-attracted-person is not a paraphilia. you are a child. there is nothing beautiful and unique about thinking about an older person railing you. when you’re older, and you understand the world around you, i will fully support your autonomy and right to do anything you please. but i will be shaming and blocking any child that interacts with me for here and forever.

this blog leans harsher than @starthedogboy !! it’s much softer and dumber over there

[redflagwoman]

i hate men who don’t moan n whimper like little bitches during sex.. i’m gonna hear those sounds one way or another, i’ll beat you if i have to

[fentanylaced]

[ontologicallyevilvictim]

when most of the fans of the character don't understand or know how raped they are but i know. in my heart i know

[starthemiddlest]

face-down, ass-up, hand on the back of your head to keep you from breathing properly, dick stirring up your guts is the best position

[damndaddyboytoy]

Training my son to crave physical touch... every time he laughs I affectionately grab his shoulder. When he's truly happy I shove him around a bit, playfully wrestling. I slowly get him used to escalating touches, just a little more intimate, a little more teasing, only when he's already in such a good mood. One day when he's sulking about something I test my progress by giving him a hug. He melts into me and gives me a soft smile, and I have to let go quickly so he doesn't feel my dick stir awake. Eventually he craves me when he's in a good mood. He wakes me up on beautiful mornings by leaping into my bed and cuddling and tackling me like a kitten with the zoomies. I kiss all over his face and he laughs and laughs like he's just a little boy again. It feels so natural to start kissing him on the lips that I barely even notice the change, and he doesn't seem to realize it even happened. It isn't until he wins a competition and we end up making out in my car for a half hour that he seems to notice anything has changed. The next morning I wake up to a hand sliding into my boxers, gently fondling my cock. I open my eyes to his shy smile. With how much joy I feel at his tentative advances, I half wonder if I trained myself by accident, too.

[daddogbf]

dad boob posting. dad holding his hairy tits together and letting his boy sit on his chest, roll his hips and fuck dad's pecs. grunting out praises for his sweet boy who's holding onto his biceps, hips stuttering as he gets closer and closer. dad encouraging him to let go, and he ends up with his son's cum all over his face and in his chest hair

[puppysmall]

PERVERT OLDER BROTHER!! INVASIVE CONTROLLING PERVERT FREAK OLDER BROTHER THAT LOVES YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

[starthemiddlest]

don’t “oh this is wrong” me, you knew what i was gonna do the second you spread your legs in those whorish fucking shorts. your dick is literally staring at me. i don’t care if we’re brothers, i have to make out with it. look how pretty it is, bubby, i don’t have a choice. just keep your thighs open and keep playing your game, i’ll be your good luck charm, okay?

[perfectsaint]

Guilty brocest is best

Like whenever theyre seriously trying to fight it "oh no!!! I cant think my little brothers hot. WHATS WRONG WITH ME!?!?" Deny it all you want and supress it all you want, its coming for you!!!

[atlasintheapocalypse]

sometimes when im stiff and marginally immobile for days after a rough fight and im spitting blood and unable to hear out of my ears and wishing i had the brains to do literally anything else to make money, i think about how theres little brother figures out there who’d find this their exact wet dream. anyways who wants to come poke my bruises and sadistically bounce on my stomach until im sure ill puke up all my pain pills

-🚬

literally my dream to have a big brother i can torture while he’s recovering urghhh ……

coming into your room to see how you’re doing and giggling at the state you’re in, waiting until the pain subsides enough for you to fall asleep just to straddle you and shove my tongue into your mouth while you’re unconscious

maybe you’re a deep enough sleeper that i can give you a few more bruises for you to be confused about when you wake up. or i can just pry open your mouth and take pictures of your bloodied gums

plus why would you even need the pain meds you puked up? your little brother likes you better when you can feel all the damage done to your body <33

[6unny6oy]

oh noo im dying and the only thing that can save me is a mutually obsessive incestuous relationship with power dynamics and pet play and hard sex oh nooooo . . .

[atlasintheapocalypse]

little brother coming downstairs once all the shouting stops and seeing big bro on the ground after a particularly bad beating from their dad. his car isn’t in the driveway, who knows when he’ll be back.

he kneels down to look at his big brother, laying on his side, all bloodied and bruised, a little blood staining his lip when he coughs.

little bro reaches forward to move some of his hair out of his face and big bro flinches, but lets him. one of his eyes is bloodshot. his bottom lip is fat and bloody, and he sucks it between his teeth so that the blood doesn’t drip down his chin. he looks like he’s barely able to do much else.

his body’s splotched with different colored bruises, some from today, some from yesterday, some from a week ago; they all meld into a gross palette of red and purple and blue and green and yellow, all unified by big bro’s sickly complexion.

this is by far the worst little bro’s ever seen him after one of dad’s beatings, which is saying a lot. little bro turns him over onto his back, and he can see now that he’s clutching his wrist in a strange position, some dried tears staining his cheeks. clearly at some point he had enough strength to cry, but he’s lost that now. so all he does is lay there, staring up at his little brother.

little bro leans down and kisses him, tastes the blood on his lip. it kinda tastes like liver. he never liked liver, but he likes kissing his brother. he slips his tongue past his lips and runs it along his bloodied gums. big bro isn’t returning the kiss, but that’s fine. he could lay there dead and little bro would still enjoy kissing him.

big bro doesn’t make any noise either really. he just gives in to his exhaustion. his face throbs.

little bro groans into big bro’s mouth and moves his hips against his, feeling him get half-hard in his pants at the friction. that makes little bro smile a bit. it means big bro likes it, even if he can’t tell him he does.

he unbuttons and unzips his big brother’s jeans before shimmying them haphazardly down his legs, along with his boxers. he leaves them at his knees and pushes his thighs up against his chest, angling his feet to the side so they don’t get in the way.

he frees himself from his own underwear and spits on his hand, giving himself a few strokes before starting to slowly press into his big brother.

finally big bro has the strength to cry again, but nothing more. it’s not even crying really, just tears falling down from the corners of his eyes while he lets out a few shuddering breaths, slack-jawed. little bro stares into his glossy eyes, and one stares back red and angry.

it’s too tight, but it still feels good. little bro starts to move his hips and big bro’s tears don’t dry. he uses the older’s bruised hips for leverage, finishing after a minute or so, stilling before pulling out and watching his spend leak from his big brother.

he tucks himself away and pulls big bro’s pants and boxers back up and just like that he looks no worse than he did ten minutes ago.

[wiltingvanity]

i think getting high and being fucked stupid- then used whenever for the rest of the night would fix me.

[urbrotherlover]

Thinking about a manipulative little brother x closeted-sadistic big brother dynamic

"Big bro, why are you hitting me? I-I haven't done anything wrong... please, stop it...! It hurts so much!"

...only to little brother burst out laughing seconds later, revealing a hidden camera recording everything from an inconspicuous corner

"Hold still, or I'll show everyone just how hard hitting your lil brother makes you, huh? Not having a good time anymore? I thought as much... Imagine losing your reputation, your friends, your partner, and everything good in your life... just because that little secret gets leaked, mmh? Wouldn't that be a shame?"

"oh what do I want you to do? Oh, big brother... nothing. I don't want anything. Just keep going— hit me until I bleed, and then... y'know, go wild. what, are you scared? Don't want to go THAT far anymore? Do you want me to show every—...?" then little bro hears the sound of big bro's zipper being quickly undone "hehe— that's the attitude!"

I love manipulative little brothers.

[hauntingpup]

''stay, stayyy, stayyy'' while getting yanked back onto their cock over and over again by your collar

[real-language-facts]

invented a new word today. its 'plagiarism'. im a genius i know