Lost-traveller1 - Michael

You ever had thoughts about being with a guy?

Not really honestly

60 years 😮‍💨

Hiii I love your works!! Can you please do obsessed little brother that have a big crush on big sis for so long that he breaks? Thank you^^

Puppy little brother is always so excited to be around his big sister. He loves her so much he can't help but need to be around her 24/7 if he could. Big sister finds it so cute! He is just the best little brother ever! She lets him do whatever he wants, only rarely putting her foot down when it comes to him. People know that if Big Sis is there, her little brother is there too. They also know how protective he is of her; everyone finds it adorable. He knows he can use his cuteness to get what he wants; that's how he got her to give kisses.

One night he got so jealous but knew the anger he had inside wasn't going to help him. So he walked into her room sniffling, asking her if he would always be her favorite. Even when she got a boyfriend or married. Bottom lip out and quivering saying how he saw her kiss the guy, so that obviously means she likes him more. She felt so bad; he pulled on her heartstrings just right. Now he gets's kisses whenever he wants, often finding himself pulling her in for more than just a couple pecks like they agreed.

After that, Big Sister makes sure little brother doesn't see her with that guy again. But little bro knows everything about his big sister; he finds out quick and is fuming. How could she lie to him? He loves her so much. They always tell each other everything; he waits for her to come home from her "not date" and confronts her the moment she walks in through the door. Plays his usual cards. How could you, big sis? I thought you trusted me, sniffles, and she quickly rushes over to him. I do, baby! It's just that Big Sis didn't want you to feel left out. She tries to explain, but he scuffs and looks away. You lied to me. I know, and Big Sister is so sorry, no! You obviously love him more than me. That is not true! I love you so much, baby. Grabs his face and kisses him; see, those are your special kisses. But he gets special everything; it's not fair!

Big Sis is shocked; she doesn't know what to do. Baby, you can't do everything with Big Sis. He looks at her with a sharp glare. Yes, I can! I'm your little brother; you love me more than him. I do, but he cuts her off by fake crying. Never mind, no, you don't! He goes to stand up and walk away, but Big Sister is pulling him in. No, come on, I love you, honey, you know I do. What is it going to take for you to see that? I don't want my baby brother mad at me. She hugs him and sways them side to side. Let me do the same things he does to you, what? Baby, you can't. He goes to pull away but she pulls him back in Fine! Fine, you can just don't stay mad at me. Finally he gets what he wants, pushing her onto the couch as he pulls her pants down. She is soaked. Was it for little bro or from that guy?

Pushes his cock into her, and they both moan. Big sister is so tight, he'd whimper as he started to thrust in and out of her. Meanwhile, Big Sis is trying her best to bite back moans. Little Brother's cock is so much better than that guys. He's actually hitting the right spots in her, stretching her so good. Am I doing better than him, big sis? little brother says as he drives his hips quickly. So needy for her, Y-yes, little bro. She says as she tries to bite back her moans, then why try and be quiet? Thrust became quicker and deeper, making her squeal and moan. See big sis? Little brother is all you need, fuck! All you need is me. Gonna cum! Big Sister can't help but squeal out as she feels her first real orgasm of the night.

Did he make you cum like that? All Big Sis can do is moan and take it Talk to me, big sis, did he? little brother moans as he feels her tighten No, he didn't. Then why don't you leave him? Your little brother is all you need. Look how good I fuck you and how good I always treat you. You know we can't; yes, we can! pulls her hair, making her moan louder. Come on, Sis, give me another before you make me cum, he groans and throws his own head back. Should fucking record this and send it to him, make him back off from MY big sis. Forces another orgasm out of her. Tell me,big sis. I'll leave him! I'll leave him and be all yours, little brother. She chokes out Yours! He cums deep in her as she squeals, only little brother can do this to you now. My Big sister.

This Xlink gave me little brother and puppy boy vibes, and then I remembered I had a request for little brother, so I just had to.

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.

Minors DNI 18+

IMAGINE a succubus named Penelope, roaming the human realm, bored and restless. For nearly a decade, she had wandered among mortals, but their lusts had grown dull, their darkest secrets far too easy to uncover. She had indulged in countless acts of sexual corruption, driven men to the brink of madness with desire, and reveled in their self-destruction but even that had lost its allure. Penelope felt dissatisfied, a goddess of carnal pleasure confined to a world of predictable, uninspiring prey.

That is, until she found YOU. A delicate vision of innocence and untouched purity, a radiant ray of sunshine, full of untainted beauty and sweetness. Known as the perfect daughter and model student, you glided through life, oblivious to the darkness that coiled in the shadows around you. You lived in the light, unaware of the sinful desires lurking just beneath the surface.

To Penelope, you were irresistible. Everything about you. The way you carried yourself, the gentle curve of your lips, the softness in your eyes, was a temptation too perfect to ignore. You were like a flower in full bloom, trembling on the edge of being plucked, your sweetness aching to be tasted, your untouched innocence begging to be defiled.

Without a shred of hesitation, the succubus wove a curse around your sleeping form one night, her fingers dancing in the moonlight as she spun a spell designed to shatter your innocence, to awaken the slumbering slut within. When your eyes flatter open to bright sunshine in the early morning, you felt... different. Heavy. Hungry.

IMAGINE waking up one day, and suddenly the world felt... different. You couldn’t help but notice how you had changed as well. Your mind, once clear and focused, was now clouded with dirty thoughts, filled with dark and forbidden desires that felt strangely foreign. You became hyper-aware of your surroundings, of the way your very presence seemed to ripple through the air. Every move you made, every glance you cast, even the way you dressed seemed to affect those around you in ways you couldn’t ignore.

The people around you, the ones you met daily, seemed to carry a newfound desire in their eyes. Something you’d never noticed before until now, something that sent a shiver down your spine. Men you once saw as family, friends, and neighbors now gaze at you as if you were a feast laid bare before them, with their eyes raked over your curves, lingering on the swell of your breasts and the flare of your hips.

You saw the bulges in their pants, heard the hitch in their breath, and felt a slick heat pooling between your thighs. You couldn't comprehend this sudden shift, but the way their gazes raked over your curves sent molten heat coursing through your veins, making your untouched pussy throb with a desperate, aching need. It frightened you, even as it thrilled you to your core. You felt drunk on the attention, intoxicated by the scent of arousal thick in the air.

And through it all, Penelope lingered in the shadows, a wicked smirk playing on her lips as she watched her curse take root. She observed every moment, every shift in your life, as you slowly surrendered to your darkest desires, effortlessly seducing and drawing the men around you into your web. For the first time in ages, she felt a dark thrill of anticipation through her heart and cunt. This is going to be so delicious...♡

Omg this is the very first imagine I've actually posted here on tumblr. I really hope I didn’t go overboard or fall short... 🥺

women are so much more than just sex objects! we can cook and clean too :)

This would be such a cruel punishment

Using a condom instead of breeding you raw as a punishment.

Me: *is horny 24/7*

Me: I should make a NSFW tumblr, it’ll be a great outlet!

Me: *is now even more aggressively horny 24/7*