haii :3 you can call me angel ! i am a real life zombie dogboy but i won't bite (unless you want me to) . they/he/she pronouns . i enjoy bandom fanfic + occasionally deaddove content. i write once every full moon lmao. should also mention this is a side blog . cant put this on main!
babe donât we all. pete would be so clingy and whiny. do you think gabe folds him in half and just plows into him. i think gabe probably just does whatever he pleases and puts pete in whatever position bc pete is so Small lmao
ryro as your older brother who takes care of you like a dad. walk with me.
i mean who else is gonna take care of you? your real dad is an utter dead beat with the shortest fuse imaginable, and your mom is no where to be seen.
you're completely reliant on ryan - and he loathes you for it.
you're the center of his world, against his will. countless times has he had to cancel band practice early to make you dinner and get you ready for school in the morning, and his social life, (which was never really thriving anyways) is shot when he has to drive you to every practice and after school event.
its only fair for you to pay him back, and ryan doesnt see you in a greasy fast food joint slaving away for the gas money you owe him anytime soon.
but, thankfully, ryans decided you can pull your weight a different way.
you always frustrate him most during homework time. sitting across from eachother on his messy bed as ryan tries to explain to you the same math formula for the tenth time.
your visions blurry from the sheer embarrassment, but you can still make out ryans angry face, and the tear stained paper he's shoving in your face.
"you cant fuckin' do anything, can you?" your older brother spits out, moving off the bed and onto his feet, his wirey frame hovering over you as you sputter and wipe your face. you never really know if you're supposed to answer questions like that, so you stay silent - that only seems to anger ryan more.
"guess not." ryan huffs out a forced chuckle, "roll over. show me you can be worth something." he commands, and it almost concerns him how quickly you obey. though, it works out in his favor, you being so desperate to please.
ryan does away with your crumpled up algebra work and lightly chewed number two pencil, pushing your face into his pillows before beginning.
"i do so much for you, you know that?" you shudder as he grips the waist band of your pants, making an attempt to get up and run, just for ryan to hold you down with a strong hand on your back.
you grip his ever stained bedsheets with might, trying to squirm away as ryan lowers your house shorts, making a sound of approval at your lack of underwear.
your eyes close instinctively as his weight makes the bed dip, straddling you inbetween his legs as your shorts are completely discarded. "its your turn to do something for me." ryan hums, forcing himself inside you with a low grunt; his back arching as the arms keeping him upright shake wildly.
you cry into ryans pillow case, shivering as he barely fits inside, tearing you a bit due to the force. you just lay there, chest heaving, and whining a bit when he finishes on your back.
"say thank you dad for taking care of me." ryan instructs.
making complete sense. pete definitely gets so guilty that he starts bawling while raping ryan. overpowering ryan totally.
heâs got ryanâs face shoved into a pillow so he canât hear his cries, but itâs a little hypocritical when heâs sobbing into his shoulder while fucking him with stupid little dog ruts. he would apologize, but all thatâs coming from his mouth is drool, mixing with tears and snot. heâs gasping for air while ryan thrashes beneath him, obviously too weak compated to pete to get anywhere. peteâs trembling fingers creep up ryanâs body in gentle, nearly featherlike touches, and when they reach their destinationâryanâs neckâpete squeezes as hard as he can, whispering quiet apologies as sobs wrack through his body. he almost hopes that ryan dies so he doesnât have to feel so guilty for raping him. itâs better to fuck a dead body than an alive one, isnât it?