ABOUT : Just your local gender confused southerner here. You can call me whatever, I'm twenty, and okay with either they/them or he/him pronouns. I'm bisexual but aroace spec.
SFW LIKES : swimming, reading, writing, cartoons, hoodie, jeans, books, crime shows, animals, color green, etc.
nsfw below cut
yes : hair pulling, praise, soft doms, wrestling, forcemasc, pet play ( dog/wolf ), dom women, hidden bruises, biting, cowboy boots ( leave your bootprint on my stomach <3 ), fauxcest (dad, bro, sis), masc & fem people, older men & women age gaps ,
older brother who wrestles with you, older brother who gets hard from the contact, older brother who starts dry humping you after he pins you down, older brother who pulls down your jeans and fucks you. older brother…
riding up front in the car w your dad as youre heading home from a night out, one hand on the wheel w the other rubbing his sons thigh as you both think abt how hard youre gonna fuck each other when you get home
Messily written scenario of crushing on older ( hot ) coworker
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Hear me out, older male who is just supposed to be a colleague right? Someone who helps you out and shows you how to do your job. But it grows to be more. He begins giving you advice, showing you how to do other things. Then you begin to talk and meet outside of work, maybe he was helping you with something or teaching you how to do something. So casual meet ups slowly begin to become more ( love a good slow burn ).
He takes you to dinner one night, just as friends he said. But everything goes so well you don't want to end it just yet. So you invite him back to your place, claiming to watch a movie or something. So you find yourself on your couch, pressed snug against him. Because friends can cuddle right? All of this should feel wrong because you're so much younger than him. He's old enough to be your dad! Yet that thought makes you feel weird. It makes a warm tingling feeling rush through you that has you pressing your legs together. And of course he notices your slip up. He notices everything it seems when it comes to you. That both scares and excites you.
"You okay?" He'd ask, rubbing his large hand over your arm in what should be a soothing gesture but all you can think about is his hand, his fingers somewhere else. Rubbing somewhere he probably shouldn't be. You stumble over your words as you try to respond, your cheeks warm. And that's when the realization sets in for him. Of course he would've figured it out eventually. You weren't very good with hiding your feelings. He'd try to de-escalate, to tell you it couldn't be possible. He'd try to let you down gently, not wanting to hurt you. But maybe he slips up too. He says how he likes you a lot. Thinks your the prettiest person he's ever met, but it can't happen. He doesn't want you to be in that situation. Doesn't want to risk hurting you, because he's so much older and experienced. It wouldn't be right to you.
Yet you argue against it. You're an adult, it's your decision. You want it. You want him. You move closer to him, laying your hand on his. He immediately turns his hand, holding yours. Like it's an instinct. It makes you flutter. He can see the stubbornness in your eyes, and he tries to stand his ground on the matter yet he begins to waver. He knows it, he knows you know it. He wants you even though he shouldn't. It's wrong, so wrong. Yet, maybe this one time he can take a chance. You were willing, so could he.
You noticed the moment he began accepting the chance becoming reality. You looked at him, he looked back. You made the first move, leaning in closer. He met you, pressing his lips against yours.
It's the holiday season which means candy canes everywhere. Little bro happens to be obsessed with them. Every time big bro sees him he has his lips wrapped around the sweet treat. His tongue sliding along the stick, soft and wet. It drives him mad. He wants his pretty little bro's mouth wrapped around him.
One day he finally begins making a move. Big bro makes his way into the living room where his little bro is laying comfortably in his Christmas pajamas, tucked under a big blanket. He looked so cute. His big bro just wanted to ruin him. He sits down beside him, a candy cane in hand. "I found a new flavor. Come try it."
Little bro eagerly moves in closer, leaning his hands on his brother's thigh to hold himself up. His tongue darted out waiting. But big bro wasn't having that. He pull his little bro fully onto his lap. "I only have one so we'll share. Can you share with your big bro, bubba?" His cheeks flushed yet he nodded still eager.
Big bro pulled the plastic down the stick then held the cane up to little bro's mouth. "Go on. Lick it." Obediently little bro did, a soft noise leaving his mouth. It made big bro twitch in his pants. He wondered if his little bro felt it, but he made no acknowledgement if he did.
Big bro chose that moment to push the candy cane further into his little bro's mouth, pressing it slightly harder against his tongue. "Taste good bubba?" Little bro nodded, spit dribbling down the corner of his mouth. Big bro swiped his thumb over it, pushing it back into his mouth. Little bro's tongue flicked against his thumb. He looked up at his brother, clearly confused at his action. "You're making a mess bubba," he teased, effectively covering up his slip up. His little bro was so innocent. Maybe next time he could try something else.
Thinking about dad or big bro dressed as Santa, forcing little bro on their lap. Grabbing at his hips, making him say please and beg for what he wants.
Big bro and little bro sleeping and cuddling together. Poor little bro having his first wet dream, big bro slowly getting fed up with his needy humping. Pinning him down and thoroughly pounding his ass while little bro thinks it's all a dream. Waking up well fucked and bred with a less annoyed older brother <3
dad who loves when it snows or gets really cold because it's an even better excuse to cuddle with his kiddo, keeping him snuggly and warm right up against him! (*・~・*) if he's lucky, his boy won't wiggle away when he slides his hand under his shirt and claim it's just some skin on skin for extra warmth!!!
Forget pathetic needy son, what about pathetic dad?
He just can't help getting achingly hard every time his son calls him dad, even though it's a normal thing to do. He huffs his sons boxers while fucking his fist when he's doing laundry. He doesn't like any of his sons friends. What if they have bad intentions? As if his intentions are pure.. One night he just can't take it anymore. He climbs into his sons bed, the poor boy unconscious and helpless. He takes his time preparing the boy, even when he wakes up confused. He just puts a hand over his sons mouth. "Shh. Daddy needs this." He does apologise over and over again as he's cumming into his little boy who's crying by now (which turns him on even more). And he does let his son have ice cream for breakfast, after all he deserves a reward. Maybe he'll be more compliant next time.
Where do you find big brothers who will let you play on their phones if you'll just sit on their lap and not complain about the weird way they keep rolling their hips? Asking for a friend x
It's officially the cold part of the year which means dad has more of a reason to be close to his boy. He can just tuck himself around him under the covers, mumbling about the cold.
He can claim the heat isn't working in his bedroom so he has to sleep in his son's room. Of course his boy doesn't complain. He'll always be happy to be around his dad more.
And when dad presses closer, hips rutting against his boy's thigh, well no better way to get warmer he'd say. His boy won't complain then either. Because dad always knows best.
Cute emo little brother with long hair and black eyeliner. Big bro who can't help but bend him over the nearest surface. To tug at his hair saying, "My little bro is the cutest. Just like a little puppy. I love you so much pup."
Big bro fucks his little bro till his eyeliner is running and all he can do is whimper. Big bro thinks he's the cutest then.