Cuddling And Playing Minecraft After Making Out Under Big Fluffy Blankets And Smoking

i'm really curious about this, but where are y'alls names from? like one of my names is mexican and the other is arabic

rb and tag where your name's from

taking my t-shot soon and it’s such a shame I don’t have an older brother with me rn to help with the hornieness after :(

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I've heard they make people feel like they're in heat.

An absolute tragedy.

reducing a trans man to a weed addicted gooner loser who will let you use him like a fleshlight is just as hot as refeminizing a trans guy into the perfect bimbo slut.

I’m into all kinds of gender fuckery with hypnosis

Come here tboy puppy... Pspsps. Be a good boy and spread those cute little legs so I can breed your pretty little cunt and leave your cute little puppy cunt leaking with my thick girl cum <3

I'll even give you a Cookie as a treat after~

Hypnotic pink frilly panties that turn anyone who wears them into a brainless giggly bimbo doll

Yeah you could say I’m doing numbers on tumblr. And that numbers? One

we should be more obsessed with shotgunning weed and making out

tw; intox, fauxcest, grooming(?)

it starts when you turn 18. maybe you've had friends whose parents smoke, never anything worse than a cigarette around you and your friends, but their home still has that skunky smell to it.

the same skunky smell that lingers on your brother's clothes. nothing washes it out, so stained in the very fibers of the fabric that it's ingrained in your brother's presence. so very him in a comforting way that makes your stomach tingle with warmth. you're not sure why.

he smokes in his room, and now that you're 18, whenever you're together. at first, you don't ask when he pulls a joint from a metal tube stashed in the top drawer of his desk and sparks it right in front of you. he doesn't bother to offer you a hit, either. he'd feel guilty about corrupting his little brother. and then you get used to the smell, and it becomes your smell, too, no longer just your brother's. he smokes regularly, you've found, because whenever he's in his room, there's a joint in his hand.

one day, you wander into his room without knocking to find your older brother seated at his desk, smoking as usual. it's not like you've never been curious about it because whenever he smokes, you feel a little lighter - a contact high. so you walk over to him, standing beside his desk for a second to just watch.

"need somethin'?" he asks, his joint half-smoked and dangling from his lips, his eyes briefly flickering to you.

"can... can i try?" you point to said joint. he looks really good smoking, you find. maybe you will, too.

"hm?" he glances at the dangling fire hazard, high but not enough to be unaware. "oh, sure."

you're confused when he pauses his game and grabs you by the back of the neck, his free hand securing the spliff as he takes a long drag, only to press his fingers just behind your jaw, forcing your mouth open like a dog. it all makes sense when he brings you closer with that grip, and blows the smoke out into your mouth until it's all gone. you inhale, a fast learner, but it's a lot for a new smoker. why do your boxers feel wetter than before?

he watches you cough, your cheeks turning red and your eyes tearing up, with a slightly sadistic smile. a smile that only widens when you recover and say, "can we do that again?"

ideally it's 2005 and im making out w my older brother in his bedroom while the save screen of re4 idles in the background