Dolly 🐾

"im sorry kid but big brother has to teach you what happens if you go out and get drunk like this. it's for your own good"

his tongue is in your mouth before you can even protest, and you feel yourself getting wet thinking about big brother's cock. you hesitate for a bit but you're too drunk to think straight so you just let it happen.

''i wouldn't expect such a stupid mutt like you to understand it anyways.''

''remember who you're talking to.''

''what was that, baby?''

''eyes on me.''

''you're so much prettier when your eyes go empty baby.''

''i'll do the thinking now, yeah?''

''puppies don't need words, baby.''

''just a soft, warm hole for me, mhm?''

First a screenshot of you sleeping, soft and unaware. Then one of you changing. Then one of you touching yourself, legs spread, face buried in the pillow like no one could possibly see.

Picture after picture — you crying on the floor after a bad day, you laughing on a video call, you half-naked and vulnerable in moments where you thought you were alone.

Every notification making your stomach drop and your body react in ways you hate. Your hands shaking as you open each one. You feel exposed, violated, and somehow still turned on. You keep staring at the pictures of yourself that you never meant for anyone to see, heart racing, thighs pressing together despite the fear.