pathetic big brothers that get horrible post nut clarity and beg you not to be upset and he promises he didn't try to be rough and he'll buy you a new stuffie if you don't cry
Teachin’ my kiddo how to shoot, standin’ behind them with my hands on their hips, murmuring soft praise into their ear. Chucklin’ when the silly thing gets shocked by the recoil, squealin’ at the loud noise.
dad that won’t let you touch yourself. he locks your little hands up in mitts at night before bed. he wants you to come to him for all your needs—even the icky ones. he’ll help you grind on his knee, pacifier hushing the grown-up noises you make. diaper rubbing your sweet spots.
being the toy of a dom & his muttboy. you’re the reward for good behavior. rough hands shove your face down into the pillows while a clumsier grip steadies your hips. a warm voice in your ear hums, “you’re alright, you can take it. just let him get his knot in & he’ll calm down.”
drugged little thinking it’s all a nightmare. whining for dad’s help in their sleep—“please, make the bad man’s hands go away.” poor thing doesn’t know how hard they’re making their dad, his normally tender touch squeezing bruises into their hips
배 위에 올라타서 클리에 치약 조금 발라두고 칫솔로 살짝살짝 긁어주기. 너 보지 더러워서 이렇게라도 닦아줘야 깨끗해진다고 가스라이팅하고 닦아준다며 보지 주름 하나하나 벌려가며 흐르는 물에 보지 청소해주기. 이제 좀 깨끗해졌으니 쓸만하겠다며 보지위에 오줌 싸며 다시 더럽혀주기
hacker stalker. sending you photos of your room, blackmailing you with unconsensual nudes taken through your webcam, your phone factory resetting when you dare speak to anyone but him