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... everybody's so creative!

also thanks for all the love guys i'm being railed with exam prep rn but i swear i'll be back here... some stunning things in my inbox rn, more remmick to come because im seeing sinners again as a treat because study has me burnt out ❤️‍🔥

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ohhh boy i love fanart!!

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*GIVES HIM A BATH*

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just thinking... remmick with a human lover who loves fucking with the fact that he can't cross the threshold of her little home without permission :p

imagine sitting out on the porch as the sun goes down, and there he is. you beckon him closer, he's coming out of the tree line and he catches your scent... you'd been playing with yourself today. smells it on those delicate fingers. smells the sweet sweat on the back of your neck. smells it between your gorgeous, plump thighs...

oh, but he sees the mischief in your eye from here. and before he is able to dart to the porch, you're leant against the doorway, your arms folded. he growls, wipes the drool from the corner of his mouth.

"we're playing like this tonight?"

you smile like the cat who's got the cream, your fingers tapping against the wood. you nod. "took too long."

"gettin' bold with me, lass?" he scoffs, but his fangs protrude from his gritted teeth. grinds them together, can't stand being this close to you but not able to touch you. your scent was right there, that glorious pudding of a cunt was right fucking there and there was nothing he could do about it. and the kicker was, you knew it damn well.

"when i get my hands on you, you're goin't' suffer. "

"when will that be?" you take a step inside, doing a little spin, the hem of your little slip riding up, remmick catches the sight of your little pussy, just for a moment, and his claws are out instinctively.

"you're only making it worse for yourself, girl." he seethes, palming at his erection shamelessly to your glee. your little smug face made him want to ruin it, shove it into the dirt as he ripped your throat out. ah, ah, reel it back. he wanted you warm.

he has to crane his neck to watch you skip about the living room, pushing your quaint little armchair in view of the doorway. he could howl, not bothering now to stop the saliva dribble from his maw. you little bitch. you wouldn't dare, not if you valued your life.

but there you sat, your divine legs spread apart, resting on the leg rests, your cunt wide open, shining with your slick, that heady scent of your sex making him want to tear at his flesh with need. he let out an unholy roar when those wicked fingers began their work, one hand's fingers dedicated to circling your clit while the other's delved inside your gorgeous little hole with no resistance. you'd been fucking yourself all day, given yourself orgasm after orgasm, so that the scent of your ecstasy would reach him from miles away. and it had.

he had no reservations about pulling down his slacks and viciously pumping his cock before you, viscous pre-cum dripping from the bulbous head, flushed red and furious, much like the man whose fist was savagely squeezing it, pulling back his foreskin over and over and over, a creature of sin and hunger made desperate for relief, for reprieve, his eyes locked on your pussy as they glowed crimson in the shadow of your porch.

he was choking on drool and his heavy breath, his body hunched and trembling with the exertions of lust. cursing your name again and again, threatening you, promising you that he was going to get you. but oh, your laughter was beautiful music bubbling from your throat. you were his glorious siren, his slice of a heaven he thought he was locked out of, his sweet little lass... he was going to love you, even when your flesh would gush between his teeth.

he lost control, lost himself. never been good at holding himself back when it came to carnal pleasures, especially not the ones that you brought him. and he paints the doorway with his cum, his body going slack but twitching with each rope he shoots out, whimpering and spluttering and crooning for you.

...and that's when, in his stupour, he hears your lilting voice, like heaven's little bells.

"come inside, darling. bring me hell."

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sure yeah the vampire can come. Inside

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i have a full inbox rn but PLEASE i'm seeing sinners tomorrow IF YOU HAVE ANY REMMICK SMUT REQUESTS PLEASE GIVE THEM TO ME IM SO HORNY

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Stand ready for my arrival, worm.

💟 my little guy

I got sad so I made Conquest Chiikawa and now I'm less sad

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This is what I mean when I say I love women differently. I can write like 10k words about me doing the most diabolical down bad jaw dropping things to Nolan but if I even think about holding Debbie’s hand my heart feels like it’s about to explode.

She’s just so ugh yk. Like she’s everything and I just wish everyone would just let her get whatever she wants. She is THE mother and THE wife and THE real estate agent I love her sm uggghhhh

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I’m wondering your thoughts on conquest with a plus size reader? I feel like he’d love the soft squish of their tummy and thighs

yeah yeah! right on the money anon, he lives for that shit. little drabble for this because i'm sleepy zzzzzzz conquest's life would be nothing without his sweet, soft human. his life has been all roughness, all jagged hard edges, no reprieve for long millenia. and here you are, this perfect creature, tender and plump and so eager for his love and touch. and who would he be to deny you? his big hands are made to handle your body. those thick thighs, those broad hips that he can hold just right, and that beautiful tummy, the one he loves to kiss and nuzzle his head against. viltrumites are so used to destroying the soft things like you, and they themselves are universally hardened. but you are a special, special thing. and he cherishes you more than life. conquest is beginning to soften himself as he ages. a fact he used to hate, but after loving you as he does, he embraces it. sees how your softness only adds to his love for you, only multiplies your beauty, how could he see it as anything but a blessing? especially with how you worship his body, how you hold him close, how you fit together like long lost parts longing to be whole.

your body is perfect for those nights he needs to truly work out his emotions, pounding into your body that fills out his arms just right, fingers digging into your divine softness as he fills you up, sucks against your neck, nuzzles against your round cheek to groan and grunt and croon for you, about how perfect you are, about how much he loves every inch of your body, and how he would rip countless civilisations apart to keep you by his side forever...

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Thragg gets so turned on when you protect his kids. Like, say a nanny tries to take the baby away because "someone of your position has other things to do" and you are livid. this is YOUR babies(giving him twins like he has in the comic). Maybe the nanny gets pushy, and now you're shoving and pushing them away, yelling, fighting. thragg, just watches(unknown to both you and the nanny) dick harding as you fight what you deem a threat to his heir. such a good mother to his spawn

HYUH!

your tale of unlikeliness, earning the emperor's favour, had travelled throughout the palace. many resented you for it: how your human wiles and softness had twisted the grand regent around you like a cobra around a mouse. it was distasteful to the viltrumite people who worked in the palace and served him. and yet, he had taken to you so strongly (and had learned you were not to be trusted to be left alone), that you accompanied him everywhere now. you were no longer some palace whore, you were his consort. and this carried certain responsibilites you were not too happy with.

there were upsides. thragg made you into his personal accessory, adorning you in sumptuous fabrics, jewels, and furs from across the universe. you ordered the other concubines you had once lived among to be executed. those assholes who once thought themselves too pureblooded to meet your gaze now prostrated at your feet. fun!

but you didn't lose sight of what was important: you returned to the nursery every free moment you had to care for your babies. thragg was conflicted with these visits: he worried your incessant coddling of his young would make them incapable of the brutal leadership that they were to inherit when they matured. and yet... seeing you care for his spawn, holding them close when they cried, nursing them from your gorgeous breasts while singing gentle melodies from that home planet you'd long stopped thinking about... he'd get so damn aroused it was painful. such a natural mother. what a mate he'd chosen. it made his chest swell more than ever with pride, along with his cock...

one of these days, he stands in the doorway watching you play with the twins, his arms folded, content to observe. and then, this tranquil moment is disturbed by the incessant squawking of some lower servant, coming into the nursery, looking between you and the emperor, and misreading the situation entirely. the maid scoops up one of the babies in her bony arms, and sets about scolding you for holding up the emperor, that a consort had duties to the empire, that you even being in the nursery like you were was detrimenting your children's development... and before your little baby boy can begin to fuss when he's pulled away from his doting mother, you've clocked the maid in the face. she's certainly no viltrumite, so your incensed punch does some damage, setting her nose out of joint. and you're stood there after snatching your baby back, resting him on your hip as you begin swearing a bloody streak at this poor woman who'd dared to touch the grand regent's heir without permission.

what else can thragg do but slip behind the doorway, out of sight, and begin to fist his cock to the sound of your protective, possessive venom? his length throbs with pride as he keeps pace with your hot vitriol, squeezing his base as he falls back against the wall, beating his dick incessantly to the perfection that is the mother of his spawn, protecting his possessions with everything she is <3

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what if thragg finds his little concubine mating with another viltrumite 💔 what do you think would happen

yeah it's wraps 💔 warnings: violence, dubcon, fuck around and you will unfortunately find out

thragg comes back from a long 'diplomatic' visit to a colony a couple light years away, a routine visit, nothing out of the ordinary. what's different this time is that he's left you alone in the palace while he tends to business. you'll be fine, you'll entertain yourself with all the babies he's been giving you, another perfect progeny inside your womb now. you're a simple thing, you'll probably just sit there and cry until he gets back... that gets him hard just thinking about it.

so imagine his surprise when he comes back after weeks away with an aching cock that he hasn't bothered to touch, knowing damn well it's a waste of seed when he's not inside his favourite little broodmare, and you're in HIS chamber getting spitroasted by two of his generals? choking and slobbering happily around another viltrumite's cock, while another pounds into you from behind, a set of chisled hips that aren't your emperor's slamming against your perfect ass as the pussy reserved for the highest being in the universe is defiled by inferior seed, with his child inside your womb? and the glee in those big wide eyes of yours while you let it happen! he makes quick work of those other men, men he had once held in high esteem: two movements that surpass the speed of sound, and you're left empty, on all fours besides two piles of gore. you scream, but thragg's already tackled you and got you by the throat, squeezing ever tighter as you whine and cry for him, babbling excuses. you were so lonely, he was gone so long, those men were simply keeping you warm and ready for his return... he'd hear none of it, his expression blank, the only thing giving him away is the twitch of his eyelid, enough to make your blood run cold. he should be choking you until you pass out, letting you wake up, and choking you again, seeing as you loved suffocating on a stranger's cock. but no, he thinks of his spawn inside you...

he's silent as his hand forces its way between your legs, his hand shoving inside your little pussy abruptly, four fingers digging inside you and dragging in and out, scooping out as much of that inferior cum as he can, not being able to stand putting his cock in you when you had allowed your diamond of a pussy to be polluted like that. he inspects your cervix roughly, making you cry out for him, those sobs and yelps for mercy and forgiveness falling on deaf ears as he fingers you until your juices coat his forearm. when they run clear, he knows you're ready for him to fuck raw. his schedule shall be put on hold for the next month, and each day he'll subject your weak-willed, needy, pathetic pussy to these inspections. after all, if you think HE is replacable, perhaps you need a reminder of exactly what your purpose is, and how little your individuality and life beyond being an incubator for his spawn really matters to him.

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hear me out some dom!gn!reader x sub!conquest? I just wanna tame and take care of that big old man hdjshdjsjs he has so much potential to be pathetic if he's treated well 😩 reader can be bottom who says you can't be a dom AND bottom?

it's been a hot minute guys, been on my academic grind, semester's over and i have a little wiggle room before exams next month so lets try and clear this inbox 😛😛😛

once conquest knows you, once he's dependent on you and your presence, he lets his high guard down. sure it takes a while: he's used to blind dominance, and it does feel great to fuck you into submission, don't get him wrong. and yet... it feels so damn good to let you take the reins.

he comes home from a long, tiring day... he doesn't want to think for himself, not for tonight. his sweetheart is in the kitchen making his dinner, always thinking of him, always taking such good care of him and his needs, who loves him unconditionally though he'll never truly know why... and he's on autopilot immediately.

you've got your own docile, needy big bear to play with on nights like this, and you couldn't be happier: feed him, wash him, touch him all you want, he'll only purr and beg for more! big old baby!

he knows you're insatiable, and he gives up his big body to be your personal playground. instruct him, make your demands, tell him to touch you there, hold you there, bend this way and that, and he complies without complaint: he's so lovedumb and pleasuredrunk that he'd do anything you demand. so BE DEMANDING, he'll tell you over and over again that he can take it, that he was born to take it, that he's yours to take <3

that thick uncut cock is all for your enjoyment: he loves lying back and dozing off while you play with him, or while you're getting yourself off using his body. when he's relaxed, he lets that high guard down, and he cums without shame over and over again, coating your curious roaming hands and his hairy belly. you could keep going until he's shooting blanks, but that would take a good few days... those balls are always so big, always making more cum for his sweetheart :p

he grunts like a wild animal, lazing on the bed while you fuck him stupid, drooling incessantly, eye rolling back as he lets you get away with your teasing, your rough movements, when you need to take your stress out on that fat cock. he needs this time too!

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Can’t help but relate to fighting dogs

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cannot believe they just dropped this guy at the end of the season 😩

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POV you’re a pancake ..

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KOSKELA NATION, THIS ONE'S FOR YOU