Gremlin

| they/them | suck eggs and live life | 19

[sporadic-gremlin]

is blowing shit up fun

when I actually get to do it, yes it’s the best thing in the fucking world.

[sporadic-gremlin]

I miss you i hope yoy're doing okay 😭

Bruh…I’ve been gone for so long

But I blow shit up for a living now so that’s fun

[sweet-cherry-kisses]

i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

[sporadic-gremlin]

i fuckin love ur writing

nd I fucking love you. thank you for the compliment, genuinely.

[sporadic-gremlin]

shalom presses her forehead into the bed, a groan rumbling in her throat. she thought her pussy would have gone numb by now but as your tongue pushes into her cunt, shalom is reminded of how good you make her feel. your moan travels through her body while you immerse yourself in her taste. no matter how many times you get between this woman's legs, you enjoy yourself more than the last. you lean back and press your palms into her ass, spreading her pussy. god, you'll never get tired of this.

“enjoying yourself?” shalom quips, flexing her wrists.

“yes,” you sound breathless. “I need to feel you around my fingers.”

the words on shalom's tongue die as she feels you spit on her pussy and push it in with two fingers, the pads of them instantly pressing against her g-spot. shalom's hips involuntarily buck back and push your fingers in deeper. her body jolts but she doesn't make a noise, blinking away the pleasure. those damnable fingers of yours start moving, rubbing that patch of sensitive nerves. shalom's eyes slam shut as her walls squeeze your fingers, pulling a tiny laugh from your chest when you see her shudder.

the sounds of not only shalom's quivering moans reach your ears but how wet her pussy is. your eyes fixate on how your fingers are sucked into her depths without reprieve.

“you're sucking me in, baby,” you stop to pull out your fingers, admiring how her wetness webs your fingers. the sound shalom’s pussy makes as you push three fingers back in is a blessing upon your ears.

your fingers pump into her walls harshly, filling her completely. shalom trembles on the bed, pushing her face into the pillows to muffle her moans. she can feel her orgasm coming faster than she wants it to, the coil in her stomach the tightest it's ever been. she pulls her face up with a gasp, lips preparing a warning but all that comes from them is a small sob and desperate moans as her orgasm slams into her.

you watch with rapt fascination as shalom grips the sheets to hold herself down. her mind goes blank and for a few moments, all she can focus on is the pleasure. leaning over her, you press kisses on her shoulder and lightly nip at her neck.

“that was the fastest you've ever came,” you giggle.

a short spurt of squirt wets your skin when you pull out your fingers to suck on them.

shalom turns to face you, her face flushed with exertion. “that's what happens when you have a partner that takes care of you.”

[lanibijou]

This girl is a pathetic sub and I love her for that, Shawn is so silly in a sad way

SHE'S LITERALLY WHIMPERING, also she just seems pretty sad in general. I wana give her a hug

[sporadic-gremlin]

i haven’t touched ptn in MONTHS but this might make me come back…

[sporadic-gremlin]

thinking about shalom who’s absolutely pathetic for you. in public, she keeps up an image somewhat but she doesn’t make an effort to let others know you’re on her mind. she’ll happily stare at you all day because best believe she’s wherever you are. in private? lord, she’s attached to your hip. shalom kisses you like you give her life. when you pull back, she’s there, chasing after your lips. she just can’t get enough of how you feel against her. honestly there is no kissing between you two, only make out sessions.

shalom will guide your hand between her legs any chance she gets. she doesn’t care much for sex but when it’s you? she can’t control herself. whenever you come around, it’s like her body goes into this constant state of need. but outside of sexual activities, shalom has an unconscious need to be touching you at all times. she holds your hand, plays with your hair, runs her nails down your back, anything that involves physical contact, shalom will do it.

and when she can’t be near you, she looks at you with such longing, it’s almost sad. if she’s away on a mission, shalom keeps a picture of you and her in her jacket that she’ll look at when she misses you (that’s all the time).

[moonsglare]

shshdhhdjjsjs shalom………….. i miss her 😔😔😔 having so many thoughts about her but mmmm post-canon shalom………..

the past is miles behind you both, and buried deep beneath the soil. its corpse now feeds the fertile flowerbeds of your backyard gardens, encouraging blooms of roses and lillies and daisies and daffodils. shalom tends to her flowers every morning, and drags you out too—lest her notorious anti-green thumb cause her beloved flowers to wilt.

she stays at home while you go out to run a few errands and odd jobs here and there; you may be on a luxurious government pension, but the lack of something to do has never sat right with you. so you leave in the late mornings with a kiss pressed to her crown, and return just before golden hour with another against her lips. but sometimes— sometimes, the house seems a little too quiet when you’re gone. she knows you aren’t truly gone, and that you’ll always come back to her, but, well.

she misses you. that’s all there is to it.

and it’s what moves her to call you on a particularly gloomy afternoon. you were out, as usual, this time helping out a local store with some deliveries. she had smiled, amused, when you told her about the job— you never could turn down a request for help. it’s part of what she adores so deeply about you, enough to defy the will of heaven itself for your sake.

she counts the number of times the phone rings after she dials you—once, twice, almost thrice before you pick up. there’s a slight breathless quality to your voice when you speak.

“hey,” you say, and she can hear the smile in your voice. it makes one tug at her lips too.

“hello to you too,” she hums in return, leaning against the window as she sits in the little alcove, watching the grey sky and the lazy, rolling clouds. “i’m not disturbing, am i?”

“never,” is your immediate, sure answer. her heart jumps a little in her chest at the sound, and she brushes a hand over the firm plane of her breastbone, feeling the pitter-patter of the organ beneath.

“such a smooth talker.”

“i learned from the best.”

her neck and ears warm, and she breathes a laugh against the cool surface of her phone. “is that so?”

“sure is,” you confirm, and she hears vaguely the sound of muffled conversation and the rustle of a bag. you cup your hand over the reciever, speaking to whoever it was beside you, before talking to her again. “was there something you needed?”

was there? shalom ponders the question briefly. the answer comes quickly to her, and she needed not any of paradeisos’s great computational techniques to find it. the answer was always there, locked in her once-unfeeling heart.

i need you, she thinks, always. “no,” is what she answers.

you’re silent for a moment on the other line, then hum quietly. “okay. i’ll see you soon, then.”

“yes,” she breathes, eyes fluttering shut. funny, how she could once rip and tear even the strongest of people into nothingness with just her tongue, but when it comes to saying those words to you she finds it tied into knots, heavy like lead in her mouth. you end the call, and shalom lets her head thud against the wall as she looks up at that overcast sky.

but then, not even a few moments later, she hears the rattling of keys in the door, and a layer of tension settles over her form like morning dew. she can’t help the slight widening of her eyes or the surprised part of her lips when she sees you walk into the room, a knowing look in your eye and a gentle smile playing on your lips. there’s a paper bag in your hands, and it smells like freshly baked pastries.

“you came,” she manages, her voice uncharacteristically small as she cranes her head upwards while you lean down, letting your forehead rest against hers.

“you called,” you answer softly, then let out a tiny chuckle against her lips as your free hand runs through her wine-red hair to settle at the nape of her neck. “or not exactly, but i know you.”

she kisses you instead of saying anything else, because no word that she knows could ever do justice the way she feels about you. she remembers, distantly, reading a poem on love—on a love so much greater than words, that the poet has chosen to fall silent. she did not understand then, but she understands now. your words echo in her mind and the four chambers of her racing heart, carried by her blood to every fiber of her being.

i know you.

yes, she thinks as she parts from you, gazing into your eyes, fathomlessly deep with love. yes, you know her, and for once in her life that prospect doesn’t fill her with something adjacent to dread. for what is there to dread about being known, other than the fact it shows she is loved?

[melodic-haze]

Hmm i just had a thought about the recent fic w Arlecchino

What if she had a muzzle on w bunny suit🧐

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Arlecchino x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Breeding, size kink, reader has a cock/strap referred to as such

☆ — NOTES: I'm ngl it's been several Arle fics now that idk which one you were on ab but it's okay gwenchana. Anyway you lot really want to breed her huh (same though)

Good luck convincing Arlecchino to wear a bunny suit actually HAHAHA

She'd do anything for you, really she will!!!! She's so dedicated to you—worshipping you in the same way a diety was meant to be worshipped—that it's actually scary for the both of you, how much of a hold you have on her. But she has some reservations about such a risqué bit of clothing 💀

Not like you blame her though, considering how it wasn't usually her style. Lucky for you, however, YOU get special treatment :3 all it takes is one look at the outfit, one look at her and some time and voila!!! She'll concede—hell, she might even surprise you :3

"You're.. you're sure, right? I know you were kinda against it at first—I feel bad if I ended up forcing you into something you-- mm."

A finger was on your lips, the gesture's message quite clear as your beloved spoke amidst your commanded silence, "I'm sure, yes. I admit I am.. apprehensive, but your longing gaze is more than enough to convince me to, ah.. experiment."

"Really..?"

"Yes. You do not take me for my word?"

"No, I do! It's just..." You huffed out a sigh as you gently took the hand on your lip and took it in your own, "I just don't want you to feel as if you were obligated to entertain my every whim."

You see her eyes soften at your concern and she squeezes your hand as a form of reassurance from your often-so-stoic lover, "You should know better than to believe I would ever compromise my own comfort for something like this."

"And besides," she continues, "surprisingly, I've come to enjoy being.. well, your prey of sorts. Perhaps the outfit may elevate the interest to another level, hm?"

You couldn't help but stare at her, boldness practically radiating off of your lover despite the position you both know she truly holds within the privacy of your bedroom walls. Such boldness prompted an imagined flash of images in your mind—blackened hands all tied up, drool escaping her lips within confining barriers, tears escaping as sinful noises of wet skin-to-skin impact echo along with her moans—and you feel something akin to a hot flash within your core.

Ever so observant, her eyes go half-lidded as she looks up at you, her grin a touch sharper than before, "I see that I have awakened your imagination."

"Maybe."

"You need not imagine it, my beloved." Her voice reduces itself to something of a low purr, "All you need to do is command me, and I will do whatever you wish."

"That's a dangerous promise to make."

"Coming from a dangerous woman such as I, I dare say it balances the scales."

I love dialogue lol anyway tell her to do so and she will do it ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️ and next thing you know you're facing a woman much shorter than you've always known her to be, clad in such a revealing outfit and a muzzle to prevent her from biting so much. She had 'protested' against the latter at first, but you both know from the way that she so very easily accepted such a thing that she was all for the extra torture, not being able to make a mark on you (she forgets that her nails'll probably do the job for her anyway LMAO)

When she's laid out 'helplessly' on the bed as you tower over her, when you put your hand on the flat of her stomach and the both of you see the clear size difference, when you look at her and see so much anticipation and carnal lust practically glazing her eyes? Oh god the both of you KNOW you're not going out this room for a WHILE

She is COMPLETELY at your mercy—you can toy with her all you want, alternating between overstimulation and edging her with whatever is at your disposal until she can't take it anymore so she has to actually beg you to fuck her dumb and reduce all trains of thought into mush. She considers begging as below her, and yet she can't help but let out these reluctant pleas that only seem to gain a more.......willing quality with them in due time. Just make sure to torture her until her composure snaps, giving her her own sort of medicine and having her experience her very own mindbreak through overwhelming pleasure

To see this woman, who is so utterly feared to the point where crowds would part for her in fear that she would plunge her blackened hands into their chest and staining them red, cling to you and hump your cock like a bitch in heat is such a harrowing contrast.......but there is certainly that feeling of something more

Perhaps it's the fact that there was the urge to pin her down into a mating press and stuff her silly until she gets kids on her own ☺️ seeing her take all these children in at the Hearth and not having any herself.....why, for some reason you found yourself feeling like you just had to give her some children of her own. She seems to adore them, so whyever not ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

Even as dazed-out as she is, she can see something change inside you as your objective goes from fucking her silly to something a lot more feral. Doesn't necessarily help that, yk, you have her in a bunny suit. And yk how bunnies just love to breed

As much as Arlecchino had tried to tell you to slow down for a brief moment, it's as if all noise has been blocked out from your senses, save for the sounds your lover makes and the sinfully wet noises that are produced as you piston into her again and again and again and again.

You roughly pushed her down into the matress, now damp and messy from a mixture of your bodily fluids, as you made sure to bottom out inside her as quickly as you drew back—the harsh assault on her hole had hit spots within her she didn't even realise you could hit, not to mention the force of your movements being more than enough to easily stretch her out and mold her insides to fit you and only you.

It was obvious that there was no way any mercy was going to be given to her. The Harbinger could only lay there and take everything you give her like some kind of fleshlight, the 'fight' within her long gone (if she even had some left in her to begin with).

God I need to separate these bc I can't just choose one thank yew bc both are very very very VERY good

If you had a dick:

You were so utterly determined to fill her and making sure your seed takes by the end of your session. If it meant basting her insides with white-hot cum and having it all stuffed inside her to the point where it has no where to go but out by force, then you'll cum inside her over and over again until you can't anymore.

And when your hand goes to press down on her abdomen, you can see the mixture of cum inside her practically spray out at the edges. She can't take it anymore, even she says so, and yet you can't help but wonder just why is her pussy still milking you as if her life depended on it?

Because she's greedy.

Because right now, no longer was she Arlecchino—she was your very own rabbit, hungry for your potent seed.

If you're using a strap:

You know of your limitations—without anything extra such as magical means, you cannot actually have her bare your children. But whyever would you let that stop you, especially when you had benefits that more than makes up for your lack of organic appendages?

If you had the real thing then you could stuff her silly until it takes (and even beyond that), but one can easily make up for it in other qualities such as size and shape.

And really, whatever's stopping you from filling her to the brim with artificial cum instead?

The world is your oyster, and Peruere was nothing but your very own porcelain fuckdoll at this point.

I need to breed her every which way idc if I don't have a dick, if there's a will there's a way

When she realises what you're trying to do, she can't help that sudden jolt that completely overtakes her—her hips practically shoot from the bed, pushing your cock in even deeper, before you push her back down while she lets out a silent scream. By GOD the fact you want to breed her, fill her, make sure a child of YOURS growing inside her, making a mark beyond just her skin.........oh it gets her going in ways she never would've fathomed before

By the end of your VERY long and productive session, it's VERY clear you've both fucked like rabbits from the mess all over the place and the liquid practically gushing from her abused hole. After everything, you finally take off her muzzle, only for you to lead her drool-coated mouth all the way down to the base of your cock to clean it up. She doesn't even protest either, easily taking it like a good girl and making sure that she does a good job in cleaning you up and finishing you off. All you need to do is plug her up properly, feeling all the cum stuffed inside her through the small pauch of her abdomen, where her womb is 🫶

"..I had known this was a possible outcome, and yet I cannot help but be surprised by your control, or lack thereof."

You groaned, covering your face with your hands as you rolled on your side, "I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me! You just looked so irresistible and before I knew it I just--"

"Don't take my words as a form of reprimand, darling." You feel her hands take your own from your face, her lips finally kissing them—you—after a long time of having it muzzled, "I enjoyed it. You are already aware of my.. likes and dislikes, especially when it comes to the rougher parts of the activity. I gave you control, and you willingly seized it."

"I guess..."

"And besides," she muses with a small smile on her face, "I am.. not necessarily opposed to the thought of it."

"Of what?"

"Getting bred."

A warm flush spreads through your cheeks as you gave her a light swat, "You! You are so shameless! What happened to being polite and cryptic?!"

"Do we really need such pleasantries by this point? Seeing that you were rather determined to take me all for yourself, after all..."

"Oh my god."

A deep laugh rumbles within her, the sound so rare and precious that you'd want to keep it all to yourself, and you can't help but laugh along with her as you bask in the afterglow. When your laughter settles down, the two of you end up with your legs tangled up together as you lay there in companionable silence.

Though eventually she decides to break it, "Shall I go and run us a bath?"

"You can stand after all that? Geez, seems like I did a bad job," you joked.

Arlecchino huffed out lightly with a smile, "No, you've rendered me utterly near-useless—a feeling that I don't usually enjoy. Yet the fact that I don't seem to mind it all that much should show that you are special to me."

You feel that heat in your cheeks again at the proclamation, "Archons, and when I aim to have you all sappy like that in public you don't even dare move a muscle."

"Time and place, dear. Time and place. Now," she questions again, "shall I run us a bath? We can take care of the mess later."

You nodded, "Mm, if you don't mind then. But can we take it together?"

You see her eyes crinkle, the glow that the red crosses within them softening like a tender flame, "Of course. I shall be back in a few moments, then."

She gets up, and you pride yourself for being the reason why your lover temporarily goes off balance from a sudden tremor in her legs before collecting yourself.. and you can't help but stare at the remaining cum staining the sides of the plug and the apex of her thighs as she walks off.

She doesn't take the plug off when you go and take the bath together. Wonder why 😋

[sporadic-gremlin]

there’s something about a size queen that i love. and the woman doesn’t have to be petite, in fact i enjoy it more when the woman is bigger. the strap in question doesn’t even have to be fucking 10 inches or something, i think that’s a little outrageous, i just like seeing my lady’s pussy take a rather girthy strap. and the sounds…lord the sounds she makes when i’m pushing it in and the way she drags her nails down my skin…yeah

anyway what characters do you think are size queens? they can be from any fandom

[trendywives]

don’t you love it when they run? ( also im revamping my masterlist. ) you and black swan record for her onlyfans video cw: gn! reader with a dick/strap, rough sex, manhandling, teasing, cursing, overstimulation, top! reader, bottom! black swan, spanking, pet names, restraints

one of the favorite things that black swan’s shameless subscribers love to see is a majestic woman with a guarded aura get put in her place. why not give the audience what they desire while she orchestrates savory memories and have her fun?

the memokeeper’s legs dangles off the ends of the bed, rivers of tousled, pale purple hair splayed out across the sheets as you fuck her into the mattress. your body is flushed against hers, sweaty bare skin sliding over the other as your hips roughly slaps her ass at a rapid pace. black swan feels hot and lightheaded but the controlled smile on her countenance never leaves her subtle, trembling peach lips.

“ st-still want to smile while i’m fucking you like this? ” you groan, nails digging into her love handles, repeatedly fucking your lengthy cock into her. a few moans leaves the woman’s mouth before she taunts you in a teasing whisper, “ a-are you implying that i shouldn’t be right now?” she tries to hide the quiver in her low voice to gain some semblance of control despite the position she’s in right now. you slow your pace and prop yourself up on your forearms to cast her an annoyed look.

“ do you really want to act like this in front of the camera, ‘swan? “ you ask low enough so the audio can barely pick up on your voice. her eyelids lowers, sunset eyes twinkles with a glint of mischief as the corner of her mouth curls into a small smirk. “ my dear, “ she drawls, her breath hitching ever so slightly as your shaft deliciously drag along her walls. “ i’m not quite sure what you’re directing at.” why is she trying to act like a brat?

with the roll of your eyes, your fingers wrap around her throat and slightly squeezed as you kissed her. the soft vibration of her hum tickles the tips of your fingertips. “ i’ll fuck you dumb. “

“ hm. do your worst, if you can— “

black swan’s words were cut short as you abruptly removed yourself off of her and wildly flipped her on her stomach with admirable strength. a silent gasp forces its way out of her lungs when she feels your entire body weigh on top of her. your hot, heavy breath wafts against the shell of her ear. “ i wonder. .” your fingers drum thoughtfully against her hip bones, “ if i can trick your ‘body’ into thinking what you’ll be feeling is naturally physical? “ a shiver runs down her spine at your breathless speculation.

black swan gasps, but this time, it’s loud and strained as your palm meanly comes in contact with her plush ass. you stand upright, yank her hips down until they’re barely off the bed, forcing her feet to touch the carpet floor. your digits curl around her wrists and wind them behind her back, bounding them in place. black swan lets out an airy chuckle, “ restraining me, my dear? you think i’ll run? “ she asks with raised brows. if she can, she’d crane her neck and give you a mocking smile masked as a patient one.

“ all you have to do is keep your feet on the floor and you’ll see why, gorgeous. “

your cock teases the memokeeper’s leaking slit, circling and rubbing against it until you hear soft huffs and puffs of frustration from her. before she can open her mouth to aim a retort at you, you slam yourself inside of her. “ o-oh! “ she moans. your thick shaft stretches her out and you don’t give her time to adjust when you snap your hips backward and forward all over again. from this position, she can practically feel everything, even in her legs. the prominent vein grazes a sweet spot causes black swan to dig her teeth into her fleshy bottom lip.

her slick walls clenches around you as she hears the sloppy squelching sounds of her dripping hole repeatedly taking your cock. your pace is consistent but not as fast as it was before—yet, her legs was already grow weak. “ hhngh. .” black swan can’t help but let out drawn out broken moans. you chuckle when you feel her knees buckle and twitch. “ you feel that already, baby? where’s your quips at, hmm? “

a breathy grunt claws out from her throat. god, she sounds so ethereal, you want more but for now you’ll take the chance to bully her. “ mind you, i’m not even going fast yet. “ you remark, watching her body jerk forward when you firmly thrust back into her again, pieces of her silky hair slides off from the gentle curve of her back. “ do your worst, she says.” you mock her, letting out another chuckle, rutting your hips into her. “ and i’m not even doing my best. “

“ y-you talk too much. .! “ she snaps, rare annoyance weighing with her wobbly voice.

“ and you really shouldn’t be talking at all—here, i’ll give you and what our viewers want. “ you pick up the rhythm, matching the fast beat of black swan’s ‘heart’.

“ a-ah! mmphhhh! ” a choked half-scream escapes from black swan’s panting chest, her feet struggling to stay still on the floor because of your relentless thrusts. again, she feels it—she feels your girthy length deeply kissing at her g-spot, filling her up to the brim each time without stopping. her nails digs into her clenched fists until her knuckles are ivory white.

“ now i know you can really this one, baby. “

her slick created a slippery mess all over your cock and groin and a sticky sound of your skin smacking into hers. black swan feels the hotness swelling in her belly as her head spins. you release one of her wrists to slap her ass again, eliciting a strained groan. she instinctively squeezes her pulsating walls around you once more. “ you’re free to cum whenever you want, i’m still going to fuck you silly after. “

she wants to bite back, to give you even a sliver of illusion that she’s still put together. but, her mind is jumbled, cloudy with lustful thoughts; it’s as if her tongue was tied into a knot too. the urge to release grows strong by the second from the grueling moment of your hips. her knees bends in and the only things that’s keeping her from collapsing is you hoisting her up with your body. black swan swears if she gaze upwards through her blurry vision, she can see constellations.

from one more aimed thrust, sunset eyes rolls to the back of black swan’s head and thick creamy fluids gushes out from her stuffed hole. “ theeere she goes. come on, give it to me, beautiful—let it alll out.” a bead of sweat drips down your brow and with tired hips, you still continue to fuck into her while she rides her high, camera long forgotten. a strangled moan leaves her drooling lips. with her freed hand, she grips at the sheets, twisting and turning the silk fabric to endure the intense amounts of pleasure crashing into her body like wild waves on a stormy night.

“ that’s right, baby—take it. “ black swan hears you hiss and then not even bothering to hide your moan right after. you feel so raw inside of her, it’s starting to finally make her go dumb and hyper sensitive. she wants, no, needs this moment to be engraved in her memory. you’re so utterly addicting, it’s driving her crazy.

series of broken moans leaves black swan’s body as your fat cock rubs against her sloppy, overstimulated walls. the mushroom head hits an abused, spongy spot inside her pussy which leaves the usually composed woman pathetically attempting to move away from your thrusts by clawing up the sheets with her freed hand and the balls of her heels.

“ aht. aht. “ you tut, planting your upper body on top of her back, stopping her with your weight. you grasp black swan’s jaw and maneuvered her head to face you enough to see the dazed expression on her beautiful features. “ aren’t you a little too graceful to be running? stay and gimme a kiss, sweetheart. .“

[flametrashira-deactivated202505]

Seeing Stars

NSFW. Cathleen getting eaten out by GN!reader like she deserves 😌 sub!star dom!reader

It takes a lot to break Cathleen Bate, on the battlefield at least. It's another story entirely once you get her into bed. 

Golden curls damp between her thighs, her pussy slippery and puffy just from the slightest teasing. 

She likes to watch, abs tensing as you lick a slow stripe from her entrance to her clit, circling that throbbing nub with your tongue. Her teeth sink into the plush cushion of her lower lip, holding back the groan gathering in her throat.

Your senses flood with the heady scent of her arousal, the taste of her heightened by the intensity of her morning workout. So fucking perfect.

“Beautiful,” you tell her, nuzzling her pussy with the very tip of your nose. “You taste so good, Star.”

She slings a muscular arm across her brow, gasping at the ceiling, barely keeping it together before you've really even begun. 

Her thighs quiver like a trap about to spring and clamp you in place when you flick your tongue back and forth over her swollen clit. Not that you'd ever fight back against such a fate. You'd gladly let her hold you between her thighs for the rest of your days. 

Cathleen is so many things; strong, yes. Beautiful, of course. And so so loving and heart-wrenchingly tender. You just know she's fighting back the urge to offer to return the favor, selfless even on the brink of ecstasy. 

“Are you gonna let me hear you, pretty girl?” you ask.

A moan, deep and fractured, bursts from her rose petal lips, the color on her cheeks rising as she feels her control slipping even further from her grasp. “Don't stop… please…”

Never. You could happily spend forever eating her pussy, lapping up her honey until it drips from your chin. 

Her broad hands reach down to spread her thighs wider for you, thick fingers pressing into her flesh, silently hinting for more. At a distance her muscles seem about as pliant as steel, but when she's laid back like this, they're soft, malleable, and trembling with pleasure. 

And while she could so easily overpower you, she gladly surrenders with little more than a whine when you wrap your arms around her thighs, closing them around your head, and feasting. 

She keeps them there for you, ever the good girl, when you release your hold and turn your attention to her entrance, teasing her with just the pad of your thumb and feeling her muscles clench and flex. The combination of that sensation, coupled with your relentless lapping at her clit always makes her come undone so quickly.

“Oh G-od,” she gasps, chest heaving as her hands hover just in front of your eyes, fingers grasping helplessly at the empty air. “Close… I'm… c–” 

Her pussy throbs against your chin. She cums hard, crying your name in bliss as you devour her until all she can manage is a husky string of "Hoh... hoh... ohhh...Goddd... " 

And she moans so prettily against your lips afterwards, when she tastes herself on your tongue and thanks you over and over.

"Oh, sweet girl, we're not finished yet."

[sporadic-gremlin]

i need her so bad

[vrachis]

having a sumire brainrot now thanks to an attire of hers…..

need need need her bounce on my strap rught now oh gof

[bigfatbimbo-deactivated20240725]

Different anon but good lord breeding Lucifer sounds so hot

Imagine how much he literally cries, he goes fucking STUPID all he can say is "breed me breed me please" the king of hell reduced to a sobbing mess who's brain has been fucked out of his head and replaced with nothing but cum, man is full ready to give Charlie a sibling, he's just that needy and pathetic

a/n — Jesus fucking christ. The feminine urge to get this man pregnant is crazy right now.

Warnings — Pegging, breeding kink, dom!reader sub!Lucifer, his demon form comes out near the end, Implied afab!reader, aka use of a strap-on

“Oh dear god,” Lucifer whimpers as you slide your strap into him. 

He sat down on your lap while you held him there by his hips. His hands rested on your shoulders, gripping them ever so slightly harder now that your plastic cock was inside him.

“That’s it baby, start slow,” you coach as he hesitantly starts moving his hips. 

He moaned at the sensation. Obviously, this wasn’t the first time Lucifer had gotten pegged. But, he would be lying if he said he’d done anything like this recently. 

And the fact he was receiving this treatment from you added to the mind numbing pleasure. 

He hummed contently and started to speed up, feeling his mind get fuzzier each second. “Goodness,” he remarked, “‘forgot how good this—mmh— this felt.”

You rolled your hips and he moaned loudly, grinding down on your strap, nails digging into your shoulder blades.

“Aw baby, I won’t ever let you forget again. How’s that sound?” You kiss his neck and thrust up into him slowly.

He whined, desperately needing more of anything. He humped your strap at a faster pace. “Nngh, deeper, god please—“

“Someone’s eager,” you generously thrust up into him, drawing out a loud needy moan and making him cling to your neck. “So desperate to breed yourself on my cock, huh?”

Something about the way you phrased that makes his whole body shudder. The idea sounds so intimate, he craved it.

He nods into your neck and fails to bite back a whimper, subconsciously humping your strap faster. 

“Use your words, sweetheart,” you command, “Want me to fill you up real good?”

“Yes, yes of course I—“ he looses his train of thought when you thrust your plastic dick deeper into him. He whines terribly desperate. 

“Mhm, yes, breed me, please, breed me,” he pathetically cries, feeling tears well up in his eyes.

“Of course, baby. Whatever you want, my sweet boy,” his moan was cut off by you flipping him off your lap and onto the sofa, ass up and face pressed into pillows.

You get a better angle there, pushing the strap further into him than before, making him scream out and grip at the sides of the couch of support.

“Oh, fuck yes please. Breed me, god, just like that. Deeper, nngh—“ Lucifer drools into the pillow, incoherently babbling in the form of short moans. 

You drill into him roughly, “You sound so pathetic, pretty boy, begging for my cock like this,” You tease. He whimpers lowly.

“Begging to be bred and used by me. You like being filled up like this? I bet you’d even have my babies if I fucked you good enough in return,” your jeer is less of an insult and more of a taunt.

It was hard not to tease him. After all, you have the king of Hell ass up in the air and moaning like a bitch for your strap. 

Your recent comments had already gotten into his head because, especially in this state, he knew it was true. He whined pathetically and buried his face deeper into the already damp pillow.

At this point he heard you let out an unexplained gasp, and slow momentarily. Luckily for him, you sped up quickly afterwards.

“Yes, yes, fuck I need more, please—“ He moaned, muffled by the fabric of the cushions.

“More? Sweetheart, you don’t look like you can take much more,” you coo down at him. 

He picks his head up temporarily to see what you mean. It’s then that, after a moment, he became conscious of the state he was in. 

Not only had he looked pathetic, tears streaming down his face from puffy red eyes, all of the attention had also taken its toll on his physical appearance.

His eyes had became a demonic shade of red, his horns had already begun to halfway stick out from his head, piercing the couch fabric and leaving stuffing in the area below him.

In a matter of seconds, or in other words, a few thrusts from you, his wings would surely sprout out.

“What’s the matter?” You tug his hair slightly backwards, making him cry out, “Can’t handle all the attention? Don’t make me pull out, baby.”

The threat had brought more tears to his eyes, “Nonono! Please don’t— ungh—“ you rolled your hips roughly inside him “—fill me up please. Breed me, i’ll do anything. Fuck me, please breed me”

You smile down at him, “Alright, but only because you’ve been such a good boy so far,” Your hands stroke his newly sprouted wings and he yelps, before grasping desperately at the pillows below him.

“I’ll fuck you hard, sweetie. I’ll breed you nice and good too. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He moans and vigorously nods his head, sniffing loudly, collecting himself from the tears that were still in fact pouring. 

His climax was building up at a rapid pace, he might have already came once in the area below him, but he was far too fucked out to know. 

He loved this position more than anything in the world. He was completely open to you and your strap, ready and willing to be fucked and used.

Even though he knew it wasn’t possible, he forgot for a moment that you weren’t actually fucking him to breed him. After all, he wouldn’t mind having your baby.

a/n — So this was probably one of the filthiest things i’ve ever written now that I think about it. Might have been too much, I don’t know.

Pretty sure Lucifer liked it though.

Also! A specific anon wanted to be tagged in the pegging Lucifer fic so @sillypumpkins !!

[sporadic-gremlin]

Feeling quite moody today after having exams… all I want to do is to fuck and break coquelic, absolutely destroy her till she’s babbling nonsense and wanting more. And doing it in front of the other Garden members? Fuck yeah.

"god, you feel so—" your words are cut off with a moan, head involuntarily tilting forward as coquelic's pussy clenches around your cock.

coquelic arches off the bed, a whimper squeezing its way past her lips. her skin was flushed and damp but right now, she was nothing if not the image of divinity. those iridescent ruby eyes snapped shut as another orgasm tore through her, tears beading in the corners of her eyes. even as she came, you fucked her through it, folding her into a mating press.

"yes, right there!..." coquelic choked. you saw the way her chested heaved as she tried her best to catch her breath before you fucked it back out of her.

"fuck, 'm gonna cum," you groan, gritting your teeth as waves of euphoria took a hold of you, cock throbbing as ropes of warm cum filled coqeulic’s pussy. “do you think she deserves another, garofano?”

garofano hummed and narrowed her eyes at her mentor. coquelic has always been gorgeous but there’s just something about seeing her in this state that really captured her essence… “i think she does.”

you have a dopey smile to garofano before pulling coquelic’s legs over your shoulders, pressing sloppy kisses to the inside of her thigh. fuck, you were so sensitive but coquelic looked so pretty like this. it felt like coquelic was trying to push you out with the way she was pulsing around you but as you rolled your hips, your cock made its home deep inside her warmth.

“ohgodfuck, ‘m so close, ‘m gonna c—fuck!—cum,” coquelic sobbed, gripping at garofano’s dress. coquelic gasped and panted, trying to catch her breath as her orgasm ripped it from her.

you moaned, thrusting into her a little bit harder than before. “that’s it, baby. fuck, you feel so good around me.”

garofano blushed a little at your words. you were both so lost in each other that you must’ve forgotten that there were others in the room with you…

[sporadic-gremlin]

do u think the other eleven would be a dom, switch or sub? i need some hcs for any of them

the other eleven who literally degraded anyone who wasn’t working hard enough? oh yeah she’s a hard dom but one hell of a brat if you somehow get her to sub and I’m all for dominant women being submissive. she might actually be a power bottom…

there’s almost no instance where you’re in control with the other eleven and because of that, you use both a safe word (obviously) and the traffic light system. when you’re fucking eleven and she’s still able to put words together, you’re not fucking her good enough and she’s gonna make sure you hear about it. she’s going to degrade you and say that she can fuck herself better. or she can even have one of her listeners come in and fuck her while you’re forced to watch.

but while she’s saying all this, she’s pressing herself up against you, she’s touching you so gently, she’s looking at you with soft eyes to let you know that she doesn’t actually mean anything she’s saying. she’ll tilt her head and ask your color, if it’s anything other than green, she kicks in to caregiver mode. she’s going to praise the living fuck out of you or she might even have the other eleven come out so they can pamper you at the same time. just know you’re going to be taken care of.

if and this is a big if, she’s subbing, she’s going to an absolute asshole. it’s worse than when she’s domming. like i genuinely think she’s one of those brats that make you want to end the scene(and yourself) right there. but if you can somehow tame her, the feeling is like no other. she’s so pliant but she still has that bite to her except it’s more like a nibble now. and she sounds so pretty when she’s moaning for you. but to get back at her for being a little shit, you’ll deny her orgasms and make her beg for it.

eleven will put up a fight but she will eventually give in and she sounds so good. her voice will crack a little and she’ll paw at you, trying to look so small but you’re not falling for any of that shit. you don’t stop torturing her until she’s hiccuping for you to stop and let her cum. maybe it gets so bad that the other eleven has to come out and apologize on her behalf

[vrachis]

“slow down— you m-mutt!- HNG!”

when your tip thrusts up to a certain spot inside eirene’s cunt, it has her back arching and she lets out a wail of bliss. your relentless thrusts hit so deep inside her and it feels so fucking good.

you hold her hands behind her back with one hand, the other pushing her head down onto the sheets. hearing her muffled moans brings a smile to your face, and your hips buck as you empty out inside her once more. her body jerks forward from your force, body going limp as she succumbs fully to you.

“fuck, so good for me, ‘rene.”

you let go of her hands and they fall weakly to her sides. inch by inch, you pull out of her, your mixed fluids gushing out of her cunt. eirene could feel her cunt tingling and spasming around nothing, and she feels incredibly empty.

her hands move from her thighs down to her sore pussy, two fingers spreading her folds. she turns her head to look at you and she gives you a mindless, needy gaze.

her fingers caress her glistening folds and she slowly pushes into her cunt, keeping all of your cum stored in and not letting a drop go to waste.

“more…. please.”