lost-traveller1

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In my opinion, few things are as patriarchal and sexy as a man marking his territory by getting his wife pregnant every year right after the end of the postpartum period.

Just imagine:

It's been a little over eight weeks since you gave birth to your fourth baby and you're more tired than ever, with three more small children — beautiful babies just like your husband who are between one and three years old — in addition to the youngest, you simply don't have time to take care of yourself anymore.

But that day things seemed different. Your mother-in-law had shown up at your house to pick up your three older children, leaving only the youngest baby — who was quieter than ever that day — and you were finally able to take care of yourself completely that day without having children calling you all day long.

You cleaned the house and tidied up every room — your husband liked the house to be tidy, but because of the baby and the other children he was being lenient with you — you took a long shower and removed all the hair on your body that was already irritating you, you fixed your hair, and finally you made your husband's favorite meal.

And when your husband came home around seven in the evening and saw you there: in a pink and white checkered dress that showed off your breasts, full of milk, your hair styled in that hairstyle he loved, your makeup simple, and your belly? Completely empty, without a baby, and that irritated him more than he thought possible.

You were a good wife — you took care of the house, his parents, and the other members of your family — and you didn't deserve to be without your babies, you deserved to always be full of them, and he would make sure you were full of another one of your babies that night.

And even if you didn't want another baby—you were so tired with four kids—he would still make you want it, filling you with his seed until it overflowed your pretty pussy and he put it back inside with his own fingers while you moaned in his ear saying you couldn't take it anymore.

But you'll take it, every cumshot and every child he puts inside you after all: "You want to be a good wife, don't you, love? Then you'll have my babies, every baby I want."

Your body belongs to your husband, so why should he ask permission to enter your pussy or cum inside? You belong to him.

Every piece of your body belongs to him and the proof of this is the fact that after marriage you receive his surname.

Let him come into you and say nothing but "Yes, sir" as he fills your pussy with his cum and makes you a mommy.

Been a while… I’ve been drowning in life and barely had time to draw lately.

Saw the new chapter dropped but I’m not emotionally stable enough to open that coffin yet…

Here’s a lil something to fill the void while I mentally prepare myself.

(They’re still rotting beautifully.)

🖤⛓️🕯️✏️

You ever had thoughts about being with a guy?

Not really honestly

Not grammar or spell checked

Big brother that is going through a breakup. I was just being a good sister and helping him, walking into his room with snacks for the billionth time this week. Are you sure you are okay? Yeah, I'm fine...just a little pent up. I'm here for you big bro, I smile at him softly and he chuckles. Not pent up in any way you should be helping me. Grabs my cheek and pinches it what do you mean? Gives me a face, don't play dumb I know you're not that innocent. I think then my eyes widen, oh...like that. Yeah, like that he laughs and looks at the TV.

Been hard nonstop for the past week, nothings fucking working. He sighs finally showing some frustration, nothing? I say softly, big brother and I are open with each other but never in this detail. I can't help but blush as he tries to fix himself, obviously he's hard. Nothing. She cut me off a couple weeks before she actually broke up with me. He groans and looks over at me taking me in. Maybe...you can help me...he mumbles and bites his lip. What? I know I said you shouldn't help but it's only wrong if people find out, he pushes me into all the pillows I had brought onto his bed. Big bro, what are you doing? We can't do anything like that. I say nervously as I look at him with glossy eyes.

Easy, he crawls over me and settles himself between my legs. His bulge on my cunnie, our thin clothes barely doing anything. You can help big brother, right? Tilts his head and runs his hand up my stomach pushing my shirt up. You've done an amazing job already, never felt so loved before. Brings his hands to my tits and plays with them as I squirm and bite my lip. Just let me touch you and take control, if anyone walks in on us Big Bro will take all the blame. He says as he leans down and kisses me, this is so fucking wrong. He grunts but grinds his hips into mine making me whimper, but I need some kind of release. I nod my head so wrong but I make no move to push big bro away. This will be quick, okay? I nod my head, okay. You can look at the TV if you don't have to look at me.

I look over at the TV trying to be a good little sister but tense up when I feel his hands pulling down my shorts and panties. It's okay, he spreads my legs more and moans. Fuck, it has been forever since I've had a cunt...and your wet. He leans down give it a quick kiss making me squeak, I shake my head and just try to look at the TV. Won't have to do much, that makes this whole messed up thing quicker. Takes a quick lick, shocked I try to stop him but he pins my hand down. Just a taste, don't want anyone finding us like this. Pushes his fingers into me and I start to pant. Big bro, thought you said quick. I am being quick, Sits on his knees and pumps his fingers in and out of me. I'm just being a little nice to not hurt you, pulls his cock out pumping it. But I guess that doesn't matter to you, makes sure his cock is covered in my wetness.

Shouldn't you use...protection? I ask softly and leave evidence of this? How I'm going to fuck you? Fuck. No. He slowly starts to push in making me gasp, doesn't matter if I do this protected or raw it doesn't change the fact that I'm fucking my little sister. Can you stop saying that? I struggle to say as the stretch and length are so much. Why? It's the truth, he grunts at how tight I am. I know, but it's icky and it's so wrong I glance at him. We make eye contact and suddenly he slams into me, making my back arch and a loud squeal leave my lips. Quickly he covers my mouth but smirks, there's no way to sugar coat this. I'm a big brother fucking his little sister for pleasure, all because my stupid girlfriend broke up with me and I needed someone's cunt.

He starts to thrust in and out of me, I'm fucked up for thinking of this, for enjoying this, for not pretending this is someone else's cunt. I'm damn sick accepting it's yours, my loving baby sisters that will do anything for her big brother. He pushed my head to look up at the TV as he changes position so he can fuck me better. I let out a surprised moaned squeal as he starts to hit that spot. Don't look at me, he moans don't take me as your big brother. Don't get ruined by the thought like I am, little sis. His tone soft like he hurts but his thrusts rough with the need. I try my best to watch whatever is on the screen as my eyes tear up. Big bro, it's too much I bite my lip and push my head into the pillows. I've never taken this much or anything like this! I admit as a moan escapes my lips.

Fuck, don't say that. He tears up, his emotions a mess proud that it's him but also disgusted. Shit! Slams into me and pushes my head into the pillows as I reluctantly cum. He keeps fucking into me with a toxically yummy pace as it becomes too much quickly. Your shaking, this should teach you not to say yes to big bro for everything. He sniffles as he moans, I tried to stop myself, I knew you'd say yes to me when you should've said no. Now I'm balls deep in my little sister's cunt and no one can do anything about it. His grip on me gets tighter, I shouldn't want to creampie this pussy but I can't help it. I want to...need to, I try and stop him. Hitting him, no! Not inside please no! Big bro we can't! My cries are muffled quick, I said this would be quick, little sis. Moans loudly as he cum in me, holding me in place.

I shake and sob into the pillows, just like big bro I hate that I enjoyed it. I feel him pull me from the mess of sheets, it's okay. Pets my hair, we won't tell anyone. Not a single damn soul needs to know what just happened here. Pulls out of my used cunnie and watches as his cum drips out. Y-you came inside, I whimper. I'll get you whatever you need, we shouldn't worry. Softly kisses me, don't worry your pretty little brain about that. Once you leave my room it's just Big Brother and Little Sister. We never did this. This never happened.

Me and who? ౨ৎ

This is so cute I love it

F!reader x M!character imagine

Ns/fw under the cut

Cw: p in v, riding, I think that’s it lol

Ok but just imagine, you are the perfect student, daughter, and friend. You’re sweet, smart, kind, and loyal. You get good grades in school and recently joined the cheer squad, you even volunteer at your local pet rescue centre.

Now imagine your best friend, a cute and shy nerd who isn’t as social or liked as you. Your mothers were best friends and you guys were raised side by side, but no one else can understand how a good girl like you willingly remains friends with the school nerd who’s glasses are too big for his face. None of this bothers you though, because despite your rising popularity and all the ‘hot’ guys at school who keep vying for your attention, there’s one thing they don’t know. You’re not as good of a girl as you seem.

You and your best friend would have sleepovers all the time growing up so it’s not suspicious to either of your parents when you spend the night at each others houses. Building blanket forts and having pillow fights, you guys always tried to stay up the whole night but we’re out cold by 10pm after having so much fun together when you were little.

So imagine now that you’re both older, he’s finally grown taller than you now, his voice is deeper and he’s such a gentleman despite his shy nature. You’ve never had to look up to meet his gaze before, but he’s also never seen your clothes so tight and filled out with your curves. You have sleepovers every weekend and still sleep in the same bed together. It’s easier to sleep at his house because his parents are always either working late or on a business trip somewhere for the week.

Sometimes you both miss when you were little and the world was a simpler place. People didn’t judge you for hanging out with your dear but nerdy friend, and he wasn’t constantly having to justify his relationship with you. So what do the two of you do to make the world seem simpler again, even if just a little?

You ride his cock every weekend so you don’t have to look up at him anymore, reminding you of when you were taller than the short boy, and he doesn’t have to see your clothes no longer baggy on your small frame, because he gets to fuck his best friend with nothing on, and simply gets to enjoy your new ass and tits without worry. He loves to pull and squeeze at them, using your boobs as stress balls and your ass to ground himself to something when your walls squeeze his big cock a little too tight, wet and warm and heavenly.

It’s become a routine of sorts now, every weekend you guys stay at his place, his parents working late or out of state, and you ride his cock until you cum and he fills your womb right after. You guys are still out cold by 10pm but now you’re cuddled up to your nerdy best friend, his balls drained and your pussy stuffed and leaking, safe from all the judgement and able to just be yourselves together again <3.

Eeeeee this was my second story, I hope you guys like it as much as my first! It’s definitely a little different and similar in some places lol but I think I’m discovering I have a thing for riding, either being the rider or having someone ride me, I’ll take both <3 Oo, and I found some page dividers yay! Still gonna try find/make new ones tho I think

Brain Stuff. You’re hunched over your desk, the glow of your laptop screen casting shadows across your cluttered apartment. Your fingers hover over the keyboard, ready to type the next paragraph of your dissertation — something about neural plasticity in machine learning models. It’s brilliant stuff, the kind of work that’s gotten you whispers of “genius” from your PhD advisors. You’re in the zone, your brain firing on all cylinders, when the front door clicks open.

“Hey, babe,” comes his voice, low and casual, like he doesn’t know what it does to you. Your boyfriend steps inside, shedding his jacket. He’s got that easy grin, the one that makes your stomach tighten. You glance up, meaning to say something sharp and witty, but he’s already peeling off his shirt, revealing the lean muscle underneath. Your mouth goes dry. The words you were about to type — something about synaptic pruning — slip away like sand through your fingers.

“Missed you today,” he says, crossing the room. He’s close now, close enough that you can smell the faint spice of his cologne. Your pulse kicks up, and you try to focus on the screen. You’re a goddamn scholar, you can handle this. But then he leans over your shoulder, his breath brushing your ear, and says, “What’s my smart girl working on?”

Your brain stutters. “Uh… it’s, um…” You squint at the screen, but the words lose their meaning. Neural what? Plasticity? Fuck, you know this. You wrote fifteen pages on it yesterday. His hand slides onto your shoulder, thumb brushing your neck, and your IQ takes a nosedive. “It’s… brain stuff,” you manage, voice small. You hate how stupid you sound, how you can feel your own brilliance leaking out of you as he closes the distance.

He chuckles, soft and loving, and that sound alone makes your thighs clench. “Brain stuff, huh? Tell me more.” His fingers dip lower, tracing the edge of your tank top, and you try — God, you try — to string a sentence together. “It’s about… how brains… change?” Your voice lilts up like a question, and you want to scream. You’re not some ditzy undergrad; you’re a fucking PhD candidate. But his hands are on your chest now, cupping you through your shirt, and your thoughts scatter like dropped marbles.

“C’mon, babe,” he teases, turning your chair to face him. “You’re usually so quick.” He’s smirking, and you hate how much you love it. You open your mouth to snap back, to prove you’ve still got it, but then he’s kissing you — hard, messy, all tongue and heat — and your mind goes blank. Not fuzzy, not slow, just empty. You kiss him back, hands fumbling to his waist, and all you can think is cock. One word, looping like a broken record.

He pulls you up, backing you toward the couch, and you trip over your own feet. Normally you’d curse yourself for being clumsy, but right now you just giggle — high pitched, brainless. “You’re so hot,” you blurt, and it’s the most coherent thing you’ve said in minutes. He grins, shoving his jeans down, and when you see him— hard, thick, right there — your knees buckle. You drop to the cushions, staring up at him, mouth slack. You should be analyzing data right now, not drooling like some horny idiot.

“Fuck, look at you,” he mutters, climbing over you. His hands yank your shorts off. You’re already so wet. You try to focus, one last chance to claw back a shred of intellect. “Wait, I — I need to finish—” you start, but then he’s pushing inside you, slow and deliberate, and the rest of the sentence evaporates. Your head lolls back, a moan spilling out instead. You feel him stretch you, fill you, and your brain shuts down completely. “Oh… oh God,” you whimper, legs wrapping around him on instinct.

He starts moving, thrusting deep, and you’re gone. No more dissertation, no more research — just his cock, slamming into you, turning you into a panting, writhing mess. “Tell me something smart,” he pants against your neck, mocking you now, and you want to, you need to, to prove you’re not this dumb slut he’s turning you into. “Th-the brain… it… f-fuck, it d—” You can’t finish. Every thrust scrambles your thoughts more, until you’re babbling nonsense, hips bucking to meet him.

You’re frustrated, somewhere deep down, because you know this isn’t you. You’ve presented at conferences, dismantled arguments from tenured professors, but right now you can’t even remember your own name. “Please,” you gasp, not sure what you’re begging for — him to stop, or keep going, or something else entirely. He grabs your hips, angles himself deeper, and you stop caring. “Sho… haaard…” you slur, drooling over the syllables, “sho… deeeep…”

He laughs, a low rumble. “That’s my girl. Just let go.” And you do, you can’t hold on anymore. He fucks you harder, faster, and you’re nothing but heat and need, whimpering every time he bottoms out. Your nails dig into his back, and you’re close — so close — then he groans, loud and guttural, and you feel his hot cum pour into every crevice. You climax alongside each other.

It’s instant. The second his cum hits you, it’s like a switch flips. Your vision clears, your breathing steadies, and your brain kicks back into gear. Synaptic pruning. Neural plasticity. Machine learning models. You blink up at him, still slick with sweat, and push him off with a shaky hand. “Rude,” you say, voice sharp again. He flops beside you, grinning, while you stagger to your desk, naked, his cum dripping down your thigh. You sit down, pull up your dissertation, and start typing like nothing happened — sentences crisp, ideas flowing.

“Welcome back, genius,” he calls, still sprawled on the couch, annoyingly smug. You don’t even look at him, but your lips twitch. Just ignore him, you’re back, and you’ve got work to finish. At least until he gets hard again.

imagine a post apocaliptic world where women don't have any rights anymore. the system fully collapsed and nothing goes the way it should. women walk around fully naked on a leash with a shoker colar, sometimes their owner puts some clothing on them but barely anything most of the time. women that aren't on a leash or a colar get kidnapped and brought to auctions where they get sold. most of them are getting sold pretty cheap except for the ones that have the perfect body. they get sold for millions. sometimes their owner doesn't even let them sleep in the house and ties them to a post near the house. they get treated like dogs. no. worse. they get treated like sex toys, they get kicked and abused. they get hypnothised and treated like they're nothing and the fun thing is... they can't think of anything else than rubbing their pussy against something or riding fingers or dick. they're constantly searching for something in them. they're not on birth control either and get fucked raw. they can't think anything else than wanting sex. they are hypnotised toys. perfect. dumb. silly. just tits and holes.

Big brother with a breeding kink 🤝 little sister who just loves feeling her big brother fill her womb

She's looking for someone just like you, don't miss out, join now!

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I feel like we don’t talk enough about the potential of incest in apocalypse settings. No morals or taboos anymore, just the need to be close and lose themselves in one another??? Pls tell me you see the vision

If you’re a grown man talking to someone you know is 15 then you need to be shot in the head

Let’s hear them, I’ll be 100% honest

KINK RATING TIME!!

Send me a kink and I’ll rate it! 

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

Reblog if you think condoms are useless 😛

Seed belongs inside

“Not inside”? Baby you don’t know what you’re saying at this point. That’s not a decision for you to make. You’re too little for that. Now be a good doll and sush, we’re going to fill this cute tummy okay? No crying little love, I’m right here.

need this w someone ⛧☾༺❤︎༻☽

Mutuals you’d make porn with 💕🥰✨

big brother giving us matching cigarette burns on our wrists like a fucked up friendship bracelet

Meow~

Big brother making me his cute little pet

Wrestling with big brother that ends with my leggings ripped...

A comfortable day at home turns into us play fighting in the living room. I'm laughing so hard that I quickly topple over, big brother knows if I laugh I'm weak. I can't hit back as my strength leaves my body. I laugh a lot so even though I fight back the best I can he comes out on top. Stop laughing! I can't! Our giggles bounce through the house until he grabs my waist. The rip sound is heard and it's pleasant to his ears as I gasp.

I try to cross my legs, hide my cunnie since I don't wear panties at home. He knows exactly what happened, big bro stop I need to change. I try to act casual, come on little sis! We just started, he'd pin me from behind and I squeak. I can feel his hard cock against me, big bro really! I struggle against him still fighting but I was laughing so hard I barely have strength. As I flip us over he takes the moment and pushes his sweats down. Freeing his cock and sinking into me, I gasp and hit his knees as I'm not facing him.

B-big bro! I'm panting and my ears ring as I try to handle the sudden stretch. We are just play fighting little sis, you love to play. Big bro says as he grips my hips and fucks into me quickly. Making me moan and shake my head, this is cheating! No I think this is me winning. I try to crawl off his cock only to be grabbed tightly and flipped over. Come on little sis aren't you even going to try and win? He moans as he looks down at me. His pace quick like he's trying to win a race and I whine. He knew I was too weak and laughs in my face.

He drills into me for a couple of second before I manage to flip us over. Bouncing on his cock with the strength that I could muster and holding his hands still. You cheated! I moan and he locks his hands with mine, holding them. I didn't cheat, you are just a weak little sis. He says in a smug tone as he lets me think I have the upper hand. we both are moaning as I bounce on my big brother's cock. Before i know it he's freeing his hands and tickling me, making me squeal and stop. Hey! Stop that! I laugh but a huff quickly leaves my lips as he's pinning me down again.

Cheater! I squeal and laugh as I try to push his hands away. He moans at how I tighten around him but he sees how hard I'm breathing and how my hits are nothing. Starts fucking me again as I lay there taking it in a haze. Just admit that I win baby sis, admit it and we both can have a treat. Both of us moaning and I start to shake, admit it and you can have that sweet feeling. I whine fine! You win! Please! I want it! Fuck! He groans and presses down on my stomach. I win...I fill you up, I dumbly nod my head.

You win big bro, we both moan as we cum. His last thrusts harsh wanting to drive his cum and the fact that he won deep into me. Panting I look at him and laugh, you owe me new leggings.