Latest Posts by ftmpupboy - Page 4
Baby Bro who's the drunk perv. He gets so tired of being pent up. He's touched starved and it makes him cry. Well, it makes him cry AFTER he's about half a bottle of whiskey down.
He sneaks into his sleeping brother's room. Big Bro had a hot date tonight. He even has lipstick on his collar bone still. Baby Bro crawls right on top of him, face red and cheeks soaked. He grinds against his brother's sleeping cock. He needs to get him hard. He needs to feel full somehow.
Big Bro wakes with a jolt, immediately concerned about his Baby crying. "What is it???"
"Nobody loves me."
That is quickly proven wrong. Big Bro has him on his back, plowing his precious Baby into the mattress. Baby Bro mewls and cries as his hole is throughly fucked. But Big Bro isn't stopping anytime soon, he has a point to prove.
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"
Punk!Big Bro x Emo!Little Bro
Little Bro is having a solo dance party in his bedroom. The music is loud enough his Big Bro can hear it across the hall, and hearing your Baby Bro sing suicidal lyrics makes tugging one off very difficult.
"Yo do you mind?" Big Bro barges in without knocking. It scares the shit out of Little Bro to the point the poor guy falls backwards onto the bed. His pink pj's shorts rides up. Big Bro thanks the Gods because his Baby Bro's hard t-dick is making a very nice imprint in those shorts.
"Sorry Big Bro!" Baby Bro apologizes with big wet eyes. "I didn't mean to bother you. I thought everyone was asleep and I-" He bites back his rambling when his brother grabs the stereo remote, and turns the music up.
"You'll have to show me how sorry you are." He says while pulling his already unlatched belt out of the loops of his jeans. "You better keep it down though." He warns, his eyes now filled with lust and danger. His pretty lopsided smile is stretched from ear to ear. "I wanna hear more of my Baby Bro's favorite band."
Dragging my little brother out to underground shows and telling everyone there he’s my boyfriend. Getting him dizzy on cheap booze and weed until I have to drag him away from the crowd bc he’s can’t stop clinging to me and going “big brother”.
Fucking dumbass, almost blew our cover. Gotta keep a hand pressed over his whiney mouth when I suck him off in the bathroom so he doesn’t end up crying out for his big brother so loud everybody hears.
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
Asking my older brother if I could try weed with him. Im all confused when he pulls me into his lap and takes a big hit. He then kisses me, shoving his tongue into my mouth while blowing all of the smoke into my lungs. Is weed supposed to make my boy cunt all drippy?
Your older brother fucking you into the mattress while your parents are home. Your bro tries to cover your mouth with his hand, you can’t stop whimpering and moaning as he stuffs your boycunt with his cock.
“Gonna let mom and dad know how much of a big slut you are?“
“Letting them hear how much you love your brother’s cock, yeah?”
my band is actually a bunch of horny freaks too. i’ve hooked up with the bassist and the singer. and i know the drummer has been around too. the day i bring a pretty little thing to our practice and we all ruin them is the day my life is complete
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ACTIAL GOALS HELLO
I wanna get so high I don't notice him sliding it inside
*tied to a chair,.spitting up blood* heh..... youre gonna need to brush my teeth a little harder than THAT to get information out of me
god please grant me a bratty transmasc pillow prince. for me to punish by making him top until he learns his place as a good little dildo.
Nothing is hotter than seeing transmascs spread their legs when they sit. Hell yeah king, show me your non-verbal dominance. Get comfortable in your seat and heave your chin high. Look down on your subjects and gaze upon your kingdom. Lift one finger up and I’ll be at your side. Fulfilling any and all of your desires. The world is yours, my liege.
“Little love” “my dove” “puppy” “pretty boy” “doll” “babydoll”
My legs are spread so so wide you don’t understand guys
Lou Sullivan's books for free! 🏳️⚧️💜
1. Information For The Female To Male Cross Dresser And Transsexual, 3rd Edition
2. We Both Laughed In Pleasure: The Selected Diaries of Lou Sullivan 1961-1991
3. From Female to Male: The Life of Jack Bee Garland
"Poor thing." (condescending) (flirting)
boys that want to get pounded until their eyes well up with tears and their eyeliner is dripping down their cheeks
The only time the phrase "boys will be boys" should be used is when two men are rolling around in the dirt, grinding their t dicks together and aggressively making out and moaning into each others mouths
Faggots will be faggots
forcemasc but not in the gym bro way. you don’t have to be strong and dominant to be a man— what are you, fucking sexist? nah, nah. you don’t get to call yourself a girl just cause you’re not strong, not rough, not unfeeling. obedience doesn’t make you a girl, it makes you a dog.
you’re still a man when you’re grinding on the boot that left suchhhh a pretty red mark on your ribs. you’re still a man when you’re nose-deep in bush and whimpering cause you just can’t get enough no matter how hard you try. you’re still a man when you’re gagging on my fingers pressing down on your tongue. you’re still a fucking man and if i gotta make you prove it to yourself until “good boy” are the only words you know, i will
need someone to roughly take my ass because if i wanna be a boy i better get used to heing fucked like one
It's actually gender affirming care to fuck a t boy in the ass
Tops that are into anal 😵💫. I have a perfectly usable boycunt, wet and dripping. Perfect for your cock to slide into. But you want it in my ass. You wanna see how fucking desperate I am for your cock, that I'll take it in the ass. You push your cock into me while watching my boycunt. Watch it clench around nothing. See the wetness slowly drip more and more. You can play with it, feel it squeeze around your fingers with each thrust. You can feel yourself moving inside me. Watch me come apart as you split me in two. Watch my cunt twitch as I cum from you fucking my ass.
"My younger brother is trans" actually means "I live with a little cuntboy twerp who's obsessed with me"
im tryna go freak4freak, loser4loser perhaps
Pathetic slut underneath me whining and whimpering about how it's too much, I'm too big, it hurts and I need to slow down, earning himself a mocking "oh I'm so sorry darlin" and a slap in the face. "Shut up and take it"
ever since i was a little boy i knew i wanted to be a mentally ill faggot when i grew up
What a wasted opportunity to have a tboy on his knees and not push your boot in-between his thighs, against his cunt, to make him shiver a little extra. Why not make him hump it while you're at it. Pull his hair and slap his face while he desperately thrusts his little pussy against your boot like a fucking dog. They love it, trust me.