don't worry about it

26, saving stuff here for future purposes | 🔞 minors dni, grown folks business over here

[whyamidoingthis-archive]

can call me s, 26, no pronouns bc fuck em, but generally transsexual

cw for all the untagged nsfw/hard kinks that'll be rb'ed here

dni: minors obviously, and all the evil bigoted people of the world. i am best friends with the block button

tags: speak valentina (for yapping), misc. tags (see below)

[starthemiddlest]

kiddo who comes home from the mall, bags on bags on bags on bags. dad and big bro both know the second he comes inside that his book bag is bursting with stolen goods, and he smells like shitty booze and better weed. dad and brother just roll their eyes, returning to their video game as he bounds up the stairs.

half an hour later, he shouted his brother’s name. “help me zip!”

big brother sighed and paused the game, making his way up the stairs. dad scrolled on his phone as he listened to rising giggles and a thud. silence. for a while. his eldest comes back downstairs, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“what did he get?” dad asks, perking an eyebrow as the game starts again.

“more like what didn’t he get,” bro says, smirking. “he blew through that mall like he could get anything for sucking the right cock.”

dad laughed, but brother didn’t.

big bro knew it wasn’t a joke.

kiddo sitting in a slump on his floor, knees poking out of his skirt and tights. his jaw was sorr and his throat hurt, but the only reason he was crying was because he couldn’t believe his own brother had done the same. they weren’t tears of shame; tears of ecstasy, that this had finally happened, that everything had been worth it.

his brother had entered his room and ignored the bags thrown all around it. the room was strewn with lace and velvet, some pretty and innocent, others stunning and revealing. the bag at the foot of it all had three monster vibrators poking out of the top. somehow, his brother missed all of it, zeroing in on him in the middle in a frilly black dress with the back undone, and backed him into a wall.

“i saw your makeup when you left,” he purred, head tilting. “and i see it now. and you’re not acting like you’ve been crying. so where did all of it go?” before the kid could answer, a hand wrapped tightly around his throat.

he gasped, unlined-eyes going wide. his cunt flooded. he whimpered, leaned into the hold. let his jaw drop open as his knees buckled underneath him. he sat like that for a moment, staring up at his big brother in reverence, drool in a string from his lip.

big brother had laughed. he backhanded him, making the kiddo laugh, too. big brother’s eyes lit up, overjoyed by the reaction a blow had warranted. he hit his little brother again, both laughing wildly now. his lip was split, his nose was bleeding. he was still laughing, but his brother was bored. he knocked him back into the ground, flat on his back so all the air left him in a broken sound. when his vision cleared, his big brother was hovering over his face.

he barely had time to breathe before his brother’s cock filled his mouth. he just moaned, so loudly it would have been humiliating if not for the dick muffling it. he sucked enthusiastically, arms wrapping around big brother’s thighs to force him to grind on his little brother’s tongue. the older boy groaned and fucked his face for a moment, loving the way his little brother’s eyes rolled as the taste of his own family dripped down his face. but he stopped all too soon, slapping his face once more. his hand cane away coated in blood and drool and slick, and they both moaned.

“wait-“ the younger panted, reaching for his brother. his hand was slapped away and he whimpered. “more.”

“you greedy mutt,” his brother cooed at him, pouting mockingly. “all the dick you can suck at the mall to fund all these pretty toys?”

he left him like that, on the floor, and he’s still there, whimpering, leaking. he doesn’t try to stop himself from reaching up his skirt and toying with his dick, biting his lip to keep from moaning loudly. he can still taste everything, still feel everything. he needs more.

dad takes too long to think about the joke. after a few rounds, he tosses the controller down and makes for the stairs, silently noting the satisfaction on his eldest’s face as he finally gets the reaction he wanted.

dad forgets to knock. that’s what he tells himself as the door bangs open, causing his pretty little boy to yelp as he slams himself back down onto the toy he was helplessly bouncing on. it’s thick, and it looks knotted, or maybe there’s just so many ridges that it just looks that way. it’s hard to tell, what with the cunt hiding it from view.

but the little boy never stopped bouncing. he’s drooling, eyes rolling back and glazed over. his chest is slick with spit and there’s a pile of fabric somewhere near the puddle of his slick that must have been the skirt. now he’s just wearing his spit, his blood, his own hands on his tits, groping and pulling and trying in vain to bruise and mark himself.

dad stands in the doorway with his jaw on the floor. his perfect, innocent little boy, a depraved sex freak who apparently sucks cock to make ends meet. the thought makes him see red, and he barely gives his cock time to throb against his zipper before he’s yanking it down.

he doesn’t have to tell his son to open his mouth - he just grabs his jaw and forces him to keep bouncing, hoisting him up and down by his face until he’s moaning uncontrollably. his pants shove down, baring soft, fluffy thighs and a thick, leaking cock. the kid drools more, bounces harder, whimpers as he sucks the tip of daddy’s cock into his mouth. his eyes roll back and he cums instantly, such a perfect toy. but dad won’t praise him until he’s done his job.

“you’ll suck every cock in the world, huh, kiddo?” he growls, rutting into his kid’s face. “even your old man’s? you’re such a desperate fucking whore that even this cock makes you this desperate?” he doesn’t get to answer when his dad’s hands come down around his head, holding him in place while he fucks his throat. the boy goes limp, letting his dad use his hole however he sees fit. the monster dildo stays shoved deep inside him, keeping him from bursting at the seams but making him feel more full than anything else in the world ever has.

he really does think he’s got it. the kid sucks like a pro, he’s sucked off pretty much every mall employee by now. some of it for fun, most of it for blackmail, all of it to imagine it was his dad or his brother using him instead. he’d spent so long imagining what it would feel like, to end up here, to be this for his family. now, he’s got his fingers tangled in daddy’s fluff, bracing himself on his thighs to try to slow him down, to get some air. dad doesn’t care.

“this is your punishment,” he pants, his voice firm and desperate and so so close to cumming now. “choke on it. choke on my cock instead of some kid’s.”

the little boy is ashamed of how hard he cums. he can barely see, through the tears and the floating black dots spinning in front of him, and he’s wondering if he’s going to die like this. is his dad angry enough to kill him? to choke him to death on his cock? that’s the thought that sent him over, that would have had him screaming if he had any room or air to do it with. he tries regardless, eyes locked on the blurry form of his father above him. the scream closes his throat and his dad growls as he cums, overflowing the boy’s throat. he coughs and chokes and swallows, swallows, there’s still more, he’s still cumming. he whines ecstatically and tries to suck down more cum, but his father pulls out sharply, panting hard and groaning as he fucks his hand, cumming all over his pretty little boy.

the little one catches his breath on the floor. every heave of his chest sends a wave of pleasure from the tip of the toy still inside him. dad tucks himself away, trying to regain his composure quicker than he lost it.

“clean up your shit,” he says casually, gesturing to the strewn new clothes and sex toys. “then we’ll go out for dinner.” and then he leaves, the dizzy, dumb look on his little boy’s face engraved into his mind.

when he finally makes it back downstairs, his eldest just smirks up at him. he’s met with a slap, a sharp one, then a rough kiss.

“don’t let your brother suck off the mall employees anymore,” he growls, grabbing his son by the chain. “or i will make sure that everything i do to him, i do ten times worse to you.” only when his kid nodded and gulped did he drop his necklace and flop back into his chair.

“one more round?”

[omgcock]

I’m at the mall with my brother. I’m wearing a crop top and a short skirt, and my brother has been looking up it all day on the escalators. We just went up to the second floor and we’re walking by the shops. Suddenly my big brother grabs me and pushes me against the railing over the first floor. I protest but he pulls my skirt down too fast for me. He tells me to be good for him while he rubs my cunny through my thin panties. “Fuck, so wet already,” he says as he unzips his pants and pulls my panties to the side. The people around are stopping and staring and I’m so embarrassed. My cunny is on display for my big brother and all these strangers but for some reason it makes me more wet. He slaps my ass and plunges his whole cock inside me. I gasp and moan so loud that the people below me look up. My big brother’s cock is so huge inside me and he’s slapping my ass as he rapes me in public. “Oh fuck, ohh fuuuck.” I can’t stop moaning from my big brother’s cock fucking me and it feels so good that I forgot where we were. I look down at the people on the first floor to find phones pointing up at me and people either laughing or rubbing their cocks through their pants. “Big brother, oh my god!” I hear a gasp from the crowd downstairs and behind me. Fuck. They know he’s my brother. They laugh more. My embarrassment only makes my brother pound me harder. He’s so deep in my tiny cunny that I can feel his cockhead hitting my cervix hard. I clench hard and my moaning escalates. “Fuck, little sis, you actually like getting fucked in front of all these people? My little pornstar.” I beg my big brother to stop, I’m gonna cum, but he’s loves it. “Fucking cum on my cock, sis, show everyone what a slut you are.” I can’t stop myself from cumming for my big brother. I look into one of the cameras as I lose control of my body. I squirt all over my big brother’s cock and the floor. My tiny cunny milks his cock straight into my needy womb in front of all these strangers.

[urlovesickbigbro]

big brother apologizing over and over again while he fucks his little brother. he didnt wanna do it, but baby brother looked so cute and big brother couldn’t help himself. he’s so so sorry but he just cant stop

[trannyblower]

older brother who's meant to protect you murmuring imsorryimsorryimsorry into the floor as you rape him is this anything

[nightfallfromgraces]

+ certain someone who wants to stay more anonymous and asked for dry humping specifically

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“This is not that bad, right?” your big brother murmurs against the back of your neck as he lays down behind you on the couch.

“This isn’t bad?” you ask, but try your best to just focus on the movie despite how his long fingers creep across your hip. He pulls you against himself, and suddenly it becomes just a bit harder to focus on which stupid teen in a perm is getting stabbed.

“We still have our clothes on. I mean, if anyone asked, you could call this cuddling, right?” there’s a kiss on your cheek, just a little peck. It would feel innocent —maybe a little corny — if not for how hard he is against your ass. You had given permission, again, provided he not make too much of a show of it. You had been stupid, honestly — how did you even think you’d be able to ignore this? There are jeans and there are slacks but the layers of fabric do nothing to protect you from knowing that your big brother has his cock hard for you. Again.

“I’m seriously hoping that no one will ever know anything about this, much less enough to actually ask,” you grit through your teeth, eyes glued to the pool of blood on the screen, seeping underneath a bedroom door. Your brother starts grinding himself against you subtly, almost accidentally, but it’s not long until it becomes more forceful, the couch underneath creaking softly.

“Okay, then it doesn’t matter what we do, sis,” he hisses, and the light pecks on your cheek turn to kisses on your jawline, on your ear, on your neck.

“Stop it—” you groan, about to shove his head back, but that doesn’t take the precedence when those long fingers of his are creeping down between your legs. You grasp his wrist, but what’s that to stop his fingers from worming between your thighs and caressing you? The sensation is dull through your clothes, barely there, but still something almost snaps and gives in.

Almost. With heaving breath, you yank his hand away and the bastard laughs, a breathy, careless one, similar one when you wrestled as kids — or more like, he decided to wrestle you and you tried to get out — and you finally, after what felt like an eternity of struggling, managed to try and land a little kick or a punch on him. It had usually been your attempt to stop it. A tap out.

”No,” you say, not unlike you would to a dog.

But just like back then, it only excites him more.

His fingers entwine with yours, and his arm around your waist pulls you tighter to himself when his mock-thrusts become more insistent, clothed cock digging into your ass as if trying to penetrate the layers of fabric.

“Sorry,” he pants against your neck, completely unapologetic, “Just wanted to make it good for my cute little— fuck…”

He throws his leg over your hips and climbs to lay on top of you. It’s uncomfortable, pinned between the couch and your big brother, his arm digging into your stomach and you’re pretty sure your spine won’t like the curve it’s being forced into. But you relax, even if with an only half-exasperated groan and a “fucking asshole”. You don’t fight. Because this, him pinning you to the couch in a way that would render any attempt to squirm away meaningless, lets you finally just lay there and take it and moan into the pillow when his teeth graze against your pulse. Hot, wet breath and sharp canines — he’s not careful with those things. There’s still the bitemark on your arm from the time he sank his teeth in you when you were teenagers, a dare to see how hard he can bite before you call it off. How long would you last if he tried it again?

“You’re so much like a dog in heat sometimes, you know?” you mutter into the pillow, as if you weren’t raising your ass to meet his rutting hips.

“Yes. Yes I am, little sis,” he moans, and he sounds giddy. If you could see his face, you’re sure his eyes would be rolling back. His tongue is already lolling out, swiping at your neck, and he laughs when he hears you whimper, when you clasp onto his hand tighter. If your brother is a dog, you aren’t too far behind. You whine like a little puppy when he finally sinks his teeth into your shoulder and comes in his pants, and you find yourself hoping he leaves a mark this time, too.

[mistakesjmakes]

you know, the point of a guardian angel isn’t really to keep bad things from happening to you. the point of a guardian angel is to teach you things. a guardian angel is meant to instill an understanding of free will in you. because nothing is more important to them than you, their charge, staying safe and alive.

but there are rules about these types of things, you know? there are rules about the types of things they’re not allowed to interfere in. because sure, they’re meant to keep you safe. safe from outside forces, freak accidents, things you could have never predicted. they’re not here to keep you safe from yourself. 

that’s why guarding you is a full time job. it has been for years. but the most difficult part of their job has been getting you to understand the difference between free will and destiny. there are the things you do and say because you want to. the job you take, the car you drive, the pasta you made for dinner. that’s all free will.

keeping you alive this whole time has really just depended on your guardian angel making sure that you know that if you do something stupid, like jump off a cliff or walk into traffic, that’s you, using your free will, to do something beyond what they can protect you from.

and it’s worked pretty well so far.

and now, he’s always with you. you can’t always see him, but you can feel him in the ripple of the air, the weight of the silence before you go to sleep. if you call to him, he materializes in front of you, and you can ask him questions. you’re something like friends now, aren’t you? isn’t that what it means to be so closely bound to someone? to be dependent on one another to live and to serve and to know? is that friendship? isn’t it?

if it isn’t, you’re not sure what to call it. just like you’re not sure what to call the look in his eyes sometimes. just like you’re not sure what to call the dryness in your throat when he looks at you like that, or the heat swirling in your stomach when he talks to you, all low and soothing right before bed. those things aren’t usually for friendship. but those things aren’t usually for angels either.

so you ignore them. everything is normal all the time, every day, no different than it was before you developed this strange sense of awareness of him. it’s not like you haven’t always been aware. it’s not like he hasn’t always been around. but there’s just so much more weight to it now. and he’s always looking at you, a pleased tilt to his smile, something satisfied upon his face, like he’s proud of you for something you didn’t know that you’ve been doing.

you ask him about it once. it’s timid and confused, but you make yourself brave enough to ask. “what? why are you looking at me like that?”

his answer tells you nothing and only makes you more curious. “because you’ve grown up so smart, sweetheart. you’ve learned everything i needed to teach you. everything you need to know about making choices and weighing your options.”

“what options? what choices?” you’re not sure you want to know, not with the way he watches you.

“the choice you make every single day to ignore what you know. it’s a good choice, honey. keeps you safe, just like i taught you.”

it tells you nothing, and you don’t ask any more questions. he doesn’t mention the conversation ever again, and neither do you. you’re not sure what he was trying to tell you and racking your brain for it isn’t helping.

the questions don’t stop though. you just stop asking. the questions haunt you all the time, when you’re eating your breakfast and driving to work and doing your laundry. even when you’re sleeping.

especially when you’re sleeping.

when you dream about him, your angel, kissing you and touching you in ways that you’re pretty sure angels have been forbidden to do for thousands of years. he answers all your questions in you dream too. he never lets you second guess him

and what he does to you. he shows you affection and kindness and that just makes the desire burn hotter in your chest and cheeks.

in the dream he strips you naked, he never takes his eyes or his hands off of you. in the dream he pants and whispers and talks to you. he says things you’ve never heard out loud before.

he talks about temptation, about worship, about altars, about penance and redemption. he talks about your smooth skin and your flushed cheeks and your shiny hair draped across the pillow.

he talks about other things too.

he talks about your heavy tits and your round hips and “that wet fucking cunt,” and the sharpness of those last words out of his mouth is what wakes you.

and you’re expecting to wake up overheated and alone, skin sticking to sweat-slicked sheets, but that’s not quite right. that’s not what greets you when you open your eyes.

no, what greets you is him, your angel, kneeling between your thighs with your knees spread and your flimsy little tank top pushed up over your breasts. what greets you is his hand, stroking firmly over his cock while he stares down at you with hunger carved into every single one of his features.

“oh, now you’ve done it, sweetheart,” he says, between panting, broken gasps, but you can’t even speak. you’re confused and surprised and absolutely hypnotized by the way he moves his hand, the way he hasn’t stopped, the way he doesn’t seem to mind at all that you’ve caught him. 

“don’t you remember? i’m here to teach you about your free will. but this? you beneath me, dreaming about me, wanting me? don’t you know this was always fate? don’t you know that this was destined?”

you choke on your words as you try to get them out. “but this wasn’t of my own free will,” you say, caught somewhere between fear and anticipation, shifting your gaze between his face and his hand, still squeezing and stroking his cock as he gets his fill of looking at you.

“oh, sweetheart. we don’t need your free will anymore. we have mine.”

[olddogbites]

Little boy who desperately humps his drunk, sleeping dad's cock because he's so pathetic and needy all the time. He makes sure to stay very quiet so he doesn't get caught, letting his wetness slide up and down his dad's shaft for hours on end.

Dad isn't asleep the whole time; cock growing hard underneath his son. He keeps his eyes closed and his body still so his son never, ever stops humping him like this.

[colbyskennel]

ooo you wanna call me a good boy so badly… you wanna tell me i’m such a pretty puppy and deserve all the treats in the world… you wanna clip my collar around my neck and tell me it fits perfectly before pulling it so tight i can hardly breathe… fuck i’m drooling

[puppywantsabone]

woke up hard, if ONLY someone was here to hold me down and lap at my dick until i'm thrashing and crying for them to get off of me

[miserybizzy]

making a sub top whine and beg for the opportunity to fuck you and cooing in his ear about what a good boy he's being and edging him while listening to the sounds of his desperate whimpers and moans mmmmph

[hysteric-boy]

“Puppy parts”

And I’m panting and I’m whining and I’m trying to hump my puppy parts against you :((

[paws-atyou]

"good boy" "that's my pretty boy" "you did so well for me" "awwww im so proud of you puppy" "cmere puppy" "hi sweet boy" "good mutt" "that's it, be my good boy" mmmmfmfmfghhhggmmm..,,,,

[chainedupmutt]

sorry I moaned I love you into your mouth while I was holding your chin in place so you couldn't move your face away and cumming in you in my defense I DO and it will happen again. stop crying it's making me hard again

[velvetvisi0ns]

Man with his knees on the floor spread wide..... thrusting into a clear fleshlight with a fucked out expression...... clearly seeing how his huge thighs clench with every painfully good pump...... v-line strong and glistening...... sweet precum dripping from his tip...... fawk.......

[redflagwoman]

yeah? you want mama to rape your little puppy parts until you’re a drooling brainless mess and all you can think about is the warm, n tight, n comforting adult pussy you’re inside?

[redflagwoman]

puppy boy fucking me n whining and being pathetic about it, until it gets too much because i make him feel too good n something just switches and he starts getting more bold and dominant because he can’t hold back... “fuck, mommy’s pussy is so good.” “gonna breed my knot so deep inside you mommy.” “yeah, cum on your boy’s fat cock, mommy, that’s it, there you fucking go.” “such a good girl.” “such a good mommy for your little boy.”