#gobling

[snejkha]

Made a ref for Nat// my small gobling jester that I miss...

[trucbiduleschouettes]

New goblin adoptable for 15€!

Payment via Kofi, contact me first to make sure it's still available

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[keilinkzone]

Don't get in her way!

[bring-me-a-fucking-dream]

Inktober 9# Gobling (Gobling caught on tape)

Using mab graves list

[madebeliever]

Warwick Goble

[battletailors]

Everytime you make a nasty decision

[enchantedbook]

'The Book of Fairy Poetry' by Dora Owen illustrated by Warwick Goble, 1920.

[thefugitivesaint]

Warwick Goble (1862-1943), 'Grannonia and the Fox', ''Stories from the Pentamerone'' by Giambattista Basile, 1911 Source

[the-evil-clergyman]

Illustrations from The Complete Poetical Works of Geoffrey Chaucer by Warwick Goble (1912)

[weirdlookindog]

Warwick Goble (1862–1943) - “Frozen Earth”

illustration from Herbert C. Fyfe’s article ‘How Will the World End?’

Pearson’s Magazine, July 1900

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[monstersflashlight]

B R U H

The Goblin smut awakened something in me, and now I crave more 👀 😳

Also, I absolutely love your writing! Keep up the good work! 👍👍👍

A/N: Previous story can be found here. This is (kind of) a second part to that one. Enjoy!

Goblin x fem!reader

After you found the goblin camp, or more like they found you in the goblin camp, your body was sticky and spent, your pussy dripping come down your legs as you walked back to the human settlement with a smile on your lips. It was the best experience of your life, and you can’t wait for it to happen again.

That’s how you found yourself walking back to their camp the next day. You can already hear them cutting wood and screaming at each other, and your body starts to tremble in anticipation. You strip your clothes, leaving them somewhere in the forest, you aren’t worried about it. You don’t care at all about your clothes when your whole body is already craving to be fucked and filled, pinched and probed until you are orgasming so many times you can’t even keep your eyes open during some of it.

You crave a bacchanal, and you are sure they are expecting you, because the second you cross the tree line into their camp, they all stop what they are doing and look at you directly. One of them mumbles something along the lines “she’s her again, what a good human whore…” and they all laugh. You only smile, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples, teasing them.

Just like yesterday, they get to you in an instant, their little bodies hitting your taller one with such force that you are falling to the ground. But they don’t let you stay there, they carry you to the biggest tent they have and lay you over some pelts, letting you enjoy the soft fabric for a total of two seconds before there’s a circle of goblins descending over you and latching their mouths to every part of your body they can reach. You scream in pleasure, your pussy already dripping.

There’s oil being poured onto your holes, and then there’s dicks, smaller than humans, but so much better, angled exactly right to hit your G-spot with each thrust. And then your hips are being lifted, and there’s another dick in your ass, and you are opening your mouth to scream but somebody fills your mouth, too. You are being fucked in every hole, and your eyes are rolling back into your head at the insane pleasure your body is under.

They fuck you for hours, and you enjoy every second of it, until you are a mess of fluids and they have had their fill. You are there, laying down and smiling at them as someone helps you clean out some of the mess… You whine, not wanting to forget any of it, and they shush you with a chuckle, tiny hands massaging your sore muscles until you melt, tiny fingers rubbing your clit with some of the come dripping down your holes as lube. It’s filthy and hot, and another orgasm is dragged out of your tired body as you moan, unable to scream anymore.

You know you should leave… But they don’t let you leave, fucking you senseless every time you even suggest it, and you end up smiling on a sex coma. You just became a good human pet for a bunch of goblins, and you can’t be happier about it.

[snejkha]

Also some Nat for ClownWeek //

[lepetitdragonvert]

Artist : Warwick Goble

[thebeautifulbook]

FOLK-TALES OF BENGAL by Lal Behan Day. (London: Macmillan, 1912). Dozens of Illustrations by Warwick Goble

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[holespoles]

Warwick Goble

[enchantedbook]

From 'The Complete Poetical Works of Geoffrey Chaucer' illustrated by Warwick Goble, 1912.