Little brothers who insecure about his body and going on a tangent about how disgusting he is, how nobody can be attracted to him bc he’s fat and blah blah blah and big brother who grabs his hand and puts it on his hard cock
“I don’t know little dude, does this feel like you’re ugly? I don’t think so.”
Big bro who’s so so stoned and all fucked out of it in his room. Little brother who fucks his bigs brother cunt while he’s too stoned to really notice, just talkin about random shit. And little brother who whimpers and whines when he fucks him, trying to pay attention to what his big brother is rambling on about.
Little brother grumpily lugging his drink big brother home >:(( and big brother who’s fucking wasted and keeps pressing his nose into his little brothers hair and talking about how good he smells and how pretty he is and and and
big brother showing me how to smoke weed for the first time, getting me super high and giggly, before taking advantage of me <3
big brother getting me so stoned that I let him slip a hand down my boxers, feeling every inch of my little cunt and how wet I get from him <3
letting him shove his fingers into my needy hole, hearing him laugh and degrade me for being such a slutty little brother <3
being high enough to the point where I let him rape my cunt, showing him how good of a little brother I can be (promising I won't tell mommy and daddy) <3
why cant i just have a mean big brother who forces me down and uses me but then cleans me up and cuddles me so i dont tattle💔
perverted big bros always get free nudes just sayin
"this is so fucked up, im not gay dude, stop." big brother who's not even trying to resist x "why are you hard then?" little brother who just wants dick in his mouth/cunt
blah blah playing truth or dare at a college party your older brother took you to and being dared to make out blah blah dry humping until you both cum with everyone watching like it's normal.
(this was the premise of the post i wrote out earlier but tumblr glitched so this is all yall get)
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?"
Tried to sleep on the couch last night and couldn't, so I went back to big brother's room,,,
Even at 3 AM, he's pounding energy drinks, eyes glued to his TV screen, jabbing at his controller. A lazy trail of smoke floats up from the empty can he's using as an ashtray. He doesn't even notice me when I come in - not until I crawl up in bed with him like a needy dog, rest my head on his thigh...
"Can I help you, li'l bro?" he asks, not looking away from his game.
"Can't sleep," I mumble into his leg. "I just wanted to be near you..."
"You can be near me somewhere else, y'know," my big brother says with an annoyed sigh. He tries half-heartedly to push me aside, but I won't budge - big bro is mine, after all - and gives up quick. "Whatever, fine, you can stay if you want. Just don't mess up my game, got it?"
I nod against his thigh and lie down properly. Lie among his sheets that smell like him, against his warmth. Let my hand come to rest on his leg... He makes a little noise at that, a sweet one I like. "Hey, c'mon," big bro sighs. "You're distractin' me."
"Oh, noooo...~" I murmur back. He sucks in a little breath as I trace my fingertips along his inner thigh - he's still avoiding eye contact with me, and it's pissing me off. "I'm so sorry... Am I bothering you, big brother~?"
"A lot, actually." He growls it a little, but I can see that little muscle in his cheek twitch - the way it always does when big bro's trying not to smile. Finally - god, finally - he looks down at me, eyes half-glowing in the light of the screen. My stomach knots up tight with excitement. "Tell you what. Let me just finish this round and I'll fuck you to sleep, alright?"
I narrow my eyes a little at him, smile so he knows that's not good enough. "You'll fuck me right here and now, or not at all."
Big bro raises an eyebrow. I can tell he's fighting the urge to either smack me or pin me down - but instead he grabs the controller, throws it across the room, and turns onto all fours like he's about to pounce on me. I squeal with delight and try to roll off the bed, get out of his grasp, but he's so fast, so fucking strong,,, Both arms snake around me, dragging me into the heat of his lap, his hands circling my wrists and pinning them behind my back...
"Lemme go," I laugh, squirming. "Lemme go... C'mon, you're hurting me...~"
"Oh, no, you don't... Don't play innocent now, baby," big bro purrs into my ear. I'm already melting as he slides his free hand down my waist, into my underwear... Past the point of no return, where any good big brother would stop - and yet he keeps going, fingers teasing me open...
"You wanted me?" my big brother whispers, biting my earlobe. "You got me <3"
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