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çćŁć¸ŻĺĽłćľĺş 桨äżč˝č˛é˝ćŻćŹć ĺ ¨ç¨ĺťŁćąčŠą
just what i sound like đ
Teary eyed trusting boy leaning against his best friends dadâs chest and âI wish you were my dadâŚâ x best friends dad who is so hard in his pants and heâs trying so hard not to take advantage but how is he supposed to control himself when this boy is basically calling him daddy :((((
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âyou fucking freak, you know how disgusting that is? that you want your own fucking brother?â
âyeah yeah yeah, i knowwww,â as baby bro finger bangs his own pussy.
âonly fucked up degenerates are into that incest shit, you know that? i should fuck you up just for looking at me like that.â
âyes! yes please! beat me up big brother, i deserve it. i need it. nnghh. you like my boycunt bro? mmh is it pretty?â the little dummy cant stop humping his own hand.
âfuck⌠you make me sick. youâre so fucked, i swear.âbut big brother still isnât leaving.
âlook how wet i am, brooo. im like, made for cock. your cock. just for you. please fuck me, please. oh, god.â
âwhat a fucking loser, youâre so pathetic you have to beg you own brother for dick? is that it? no one else would fuck your weird ass, right? or are you just that fucking gross?â
âoh, god yeahhh. im gross. love you so much, love my big brother so fuckin much.â
bad dreams
contains fauxcest (dad/son), ddlb, innocence/naivete, and soft cnc.
lowkey insecure about my writing but hope u folks like this :))
Dad who's pent up. Mom's not in the picture anymore and he's too busy with work to get back into dating. He's never alone at home cause his sweet little boy is always there at the same time.
Dad who doesn't realize how bad it's getting until one night, his son wakes him up by tugging on his sleeve. He's holding a plushie to his chest, crying, "I had a bad dream, daddy.." and the dad is never one to deny his little boy's needs, especially when he's so upset. So he opens his arms, letting his son snuggle under the covers with him.
"Shh, poor thing... come here, I've got you." He whispers. His son is shaking, crying into his chest.
"What happened, baby? Tell me about it." The petname slips out of him as he reaches for the boy's hair. It wasn't long ago that he held his son's mother this way. He feels a low feeling in his gut; a mix of need and guilt. He missed this.
SOUNDGASM AUDIOS (fauxcest edition) â part 2!
It's been almost a year since the first post I made sharing my fave audios, and I've found multiple good ones since then! again, none of them belong to me, all credits go to the VAs and scriptwriters!
(most of them are m4m or f4m but there are a few others sprinkled in as well)
His hips ached, big hands were wrapped around them, calloused fingers pressing into the bone as if daring them to break under his touch. Another thrust, more smoke swirling in the air making it thick and heavy to breathe in. His hands grasp at the bathroom sink, begging that the utility doesnât snap from the wall and send them both to the ground. One of the hands leaves his hips, moved to sit overtop of his hand in an attempt at comfort, of connection. Chipped black nail polish blurs in his vision, the marble sink is digging into his ribs and it hurts, but not as bad as being empty. Heâs not this type of boy, he doesnât come to places like this or hangout with guys like thisâŚbut this is his brother.
The brother he didnât know he had but always wanted. With messy hair and piercings, crooked teeth and stubble that rubs against the back of his neck. Deep grunts and deep thrusts. He finally got his attention.
When he first showed up in this dingy little club, flinching at the blaring lights and pounding music, he wasnât sure he would ever find the man he was looking for. All he had was a picture, and it was blurry at best. But when he saw him he knew. He was sitting in a booth, some blonde twink sucking on his neck and rubbing his cock through a pair of jeans that were way too tight for him.
Getting to him was near impossible, men with tattoos and big muscles stepping infront of him, as if the the mouse of a boy trying to get through was any type of threat. Fortunately for him, he was his brothers type. The blonde made a noise when his brother shoved him off his lap, more interested in the stranger who was over dressed for a club. He buys him a drink, tells him to relax and heâs trying but itâs hard to remember this is older brother when his hand feels so good on his thigh.
âSoâŚwhatâs got someone like you looking for someone like me?â
The typical answers swirl around in his head. Someone who wants to piss off their daddy, or someone sent in to spy. Either way, he can have a little fun with em. Heâs never had a problem mixing bussiness and pleasure. Itâs when his teeth are scraping against the boys throat that he finally speaks.
âYouâre my brother. My mom remarried, and you were about eight, I think. She gave you away when she had me. But IâŚI wanted to know you.â
His older brother is dragging him away from the flashing lights and blaring music, away from the sweaty bodies grinding on the dance floor. Heâs dragging back to the alley, where he tosses him down.
âDonât come back here.â
But he does. He comes back night after night, hoping his brother will change his mind. Heâs about to give up, about to move on when somebody on the dance floor grabs him and tries to get him out of his sweater. This isnât his scene, but fuck heâs had a few drinks and heâs depressed, he lets this stranger feel him up. Closes his eyes and lets the music pound in his ears and chest and the alcohol wash away his sorrows. Heâs about to say something when the stranger grabs his ass, but he doesnât get to.
The dude is punched square in the teeth. And his older brother is seething as he drags him to the bathroom.
âDo you know what that asshole wanted from you? Were you going to let him keep touching you? Fucking disgusting.â
âWhatâs it to you? You donât want me.â He slurs, tired and dazed and still reeling from the adrenaline. The youngest puts his hands on the sink, trying to calm his nerves. âI just wanted to know what you were likeâŚâ
âWhat Iâm like? Is violent. I didnât get sent away because there was a new baby. I got sent away because you were my baby. You think I donât know anything about you but fuck I know too much. I let myself know everything, except what you looked like and you had to come stumbling in here! Looking for me! And you still expect me to have self control?â
Heâs not making any sense. Or maybe the alcohol is making everything not make sense.
âWhateverrrr! Youuu threw me out, I dunno why I keep coming back! You clearly donât want me here.â And yeah heâs fucking sloshed. Swaying in the bathroom mirror.
âYouâre a fucking idiot. For all those good grades and awards youâre pretty fuckin dense huh?â
WaitâŚhe didnât tell him about any of that.
âWhatâre you talking about? Your baby?â He rolls his eyes, this guy is too young to be his dad is thatâs what heâs thinking. It isnât until heâs being slammed into the wall, his brothers hand around his throat that he starts to feel himself sober up.
âYou were mine. Yeah that bitch gave birth to you and that douchebag helped make you, but you were mine. I used to throw a fit if your bottle was too hot, if you were sick, you were born for me. The moment you came out you were mine. And that made me dangerous. I know everything about you, but Iâve been keeping my distance. I couldnât let myself know what you looked like, wouldnât be able to stop myself from tearing you off the street and locking you away from everyone.â Little brothers pulse drums under his brothers thumb, realization flooding him and overwhelming his senses. He doesnât hate him, he loves him, more than he should.
âIâd let you.â It slips out, alittle eager. âIâd let you. You werenât there you donât know what they were like my entire life. I used to fantasize about somebody stealing me away, would leave my window open. You never came.â
Thinking about sentient plants writhing with tentacles full of aphrodisiac sap. Laying with my back on the ground and my lower half raised and tangled up in thick vines, my knees bending towards my head. Tentacles wrapped around me so tightly and constricting every movement say for a wiggle here and there.
My mouth is plugged with a thick stamen like tentacle that sloppily pumps warm sap into my mouth, jerking around wildly and sometimes falling out and dripping all over my neck and chest before forcing back into my mouth. The effects of the sap are purely addictive, so sweet and comforting, making my whole body warm, tingly, and relaxed. Eyes stuck in a lewd haze and burning red from head to toe.
Wrapped around my cock is a flower shaped tip that is slick with more sap and strokes me up and down, small tendrils moving along the inside. Leisurely pumping into my ass is another large, stamen shaped tentacle. The tip is thinnest at the top and thickest at the bottom, full of bulbs that protrude from the inside, pumping me full of sap. The plantâs âcockâ lazily drills into my sloppy and sticky ass. I could fall asleep if I wanted to.
It feels akin to the largest set of anal beads you could ever find, the orbs rubbing and dragging against my insides as it pulls out completely. Then with little force it breaches me again and sinks all the way down to the base, deep and pulsing within me.
My stomach is folded in half but I can still tell that it is bloated with sap. The plant doesnât even need to fuck me to deposit it, every thrust spills out a little bit more. So sticky and wet. I donât even know what it wants with me, how did I even get here?
SOUNDGASM AUDIOS (fauxcest edition)
none of them belong to me, all credit to the VAs and scriptwriters.
this are just my personal favorites, I thought I'd share them with you <3 (mostly m4m and f4m, mostly dom speaker and sub listener)
Stoner loser big brother bending his little sibling over the bathroom sink to fuck them. Keeping one hand on the small of their back while the other holds a joint, donât even have his pants all the down theyâre just around his thighs and theyâre fluffy pink hello kitty pj pants. Thatâs what little brother is getting fucked by, a stoned loser who wears fucking girly pj pants that he probably stole from an ex girlfriend.