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monstersflashlight · 2 days

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Grabbing him by the horns

Minotaur x fat fem!reader || Face sitting || Tw: internalized fatphobia

“Sit.” He instructed, his big head hanging out the edge of the bed, his horns almost hitting the ground. He looked so good naked and sprawled on your bed, his dick so big, already leaking as he looked at you.

It took you forever to be comfortable being naked around him, your rolls and fat being a big source of awkwardness for you. He insisted you were perfect, he made you feel like you were. He kissed your big tummy, he loved to mark your thighs with love-bites… He loved worshiping you like a goddess. And you believed him, you felt like a goddess around him.

But some topics were difficult to deal with. You still insisted on being always under him, and don’t get it wrong, you loooooooved being under him, his weight almost too much as he pounded you in every position possible. But you weren’t so sure about being on top, much else sitting on his face. He loved your pussy, he could spend hours and hours making out with it as you moaned, groaned and screamed his name for everyone to hear…

“No. I’ll crush you.” You argued. Your anxiety was getting worse as he talked. You wanted to be intimate, everything was going great until he mentioned he wanted you to sit on his face.

“You will not. Are you questioning my strength?” He looked offended. Ouch.

“No. Nothing like that, I’m just too heavy.” You insisted, trying to cover yourself as you talked, feeling naked in a non sexy way.

He let out a slow breath, looking at you with the softest eyes. “Little mate, if you keep saying you are too heavy I’ll spank your ass until you can’t walk so I have to carry you everywhere.” The image of you ass up, face down as he spanked you sparked a new wave of desire inside of you. But you couldn’t do it. What if you hurt him?

“I-” You tried to argue again but he wouldn’t let you.

“Sit.” He repeated, his words final.

The fear of breaking hurting him still very present inside of you. But you approached him, slowly. As soon as you were at arms reach, he was pulling you to him, forcing your legs open and turning you around so you could look at the mirror across the room. You hovered over his face, trying not to sit directly on him. He grunted, sending vibrations through your thighs, making your knees go weak. But you held your ass above his face, trying to erase some of the weight.

“You are gonna suffocate.” You warned him, anxiety filling you once again.

“Then I’ll die happy.” He said, his lips millimeters away from your pussy. And then he grabbed your hips, no preamble, no finesse. He grabbed your hips and pushed you down until your full weight was on top of his face. Your pussy over his open mouth, your clit rubbing against his nose.

Then there were no more words, no more reassurances, he drove right in. The first contact between his lips and your pussy made you quiver, and that was just the start. Before you could think about what he was doing, he was making out with your pussy, eating you out like you were the last meal on earth and he was a starving man. Or minotaur in this case.

Your hands traveled to his horns without you realizing it, grabbing onto them for dear life as his hands moved your hips as he pleased. You were on top, but he was the one guiding every one of your movements, making sure you couldn’t get away, making sure your thighs pressed the sides of his head and your pussy made contact with every part of his mouth.

He kept eating you out like he wasn’t in a hurry, like he was just enjoying the feel of you on top of him. But you? You felt desperate, your orgasm just out of reach, just a bit more and you’d get there. But he was playing with you, he was toying with your pussy like it was the best hobby he had. So you took control, the desperation inside of you so big and so fierce you couldn’t let him control the movements anymore. Your hands on is horns helped you guide him towards that little bundle of nerves. He laughed against your flesh and complied, sucking on your clit as you trashed over him. Your pussy making obscene noises as you coated his face on your fluids. Your orgasm hit you like a tide wave, making you scream his name as he kept going. And going. And going.

“Stop. Too much.” You begged, your pussy oversensitive.

He gave you one last long lick as he lifted you off his face, pulling you over him like his own personal blanket. His dick pushing against your lower tummy as you rested your head against his chest, breathing hard.

“We are doing that again as soon as you recover.” He sentenced, no place for arguments.

“Okay…” You whispered, too spent to fight him anymore.

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theres-a-body-here · 4 months

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Having a Minotaur Boyfriend would be so fucking funny

Like imagine crying on the couch and you hear his thunderous, big body SUV built ass footsteps approach you.

"Baby, what's wrong," he says tenderly as he rubs your shoulder.

You look up to explain how bad your day was with tears in your eyes and you fucking see this:

I made a small drabble based on this

#minotaur #minotaur x reader #minotaur x human #minotaur boyfriend #monsterfucker #monster x human #monster boyfriend #teratophillia

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monster-crave · 16 days

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She really loves her bull.

Cover art for an ongoing comic: patreon.com/monstercrave

#monster lover #monster x human #fantasy #art #original character #drawing #minotaur x human #anthro #minotaur #monster fuqqer

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deunmiu-dessie · 28 days

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innocent!commoner reader who diligently gathers berries in the forest every day for the village children. innocent!commoner reader who happens to stumble upon a wounded soul along their customary route through the woods. innocent!commoner reader whose pure heart and selfless nature guides them to tend to him. innocent!commoner reader who prattles to the unconscious man every day when they check up on him. innocent!commoner reader who ought to be frightened of the monstrous being. innocent!commoner reader who should've just left him there. ˙◠˙

injured!minotaur who wakes up to the sight of a tiny human nestled at his hip, sleep. injured!minotaur who accidentally startles you awake with a pained rumble. injured!minotaur who thanks you begrudgingly for tending to his injuries. injured!minotaur who gradually becomes accustomed to your presence and your chatter as the days pass while he waits for a full recovery. injured!minotaur who finds your naivety cute. injured!minotaur who suddenly finds himself wanting to corrupt you in every possible way. injured!minotaur who mischievously tells you that the only way for him to get better is by using your body. injured!minotaur who forcefully removes your clothing despite your whiny protests. injured!minotaur who promises he'll be all better after using your tiny human hole. injured!minotaur who groans as you willingly part your legs for him, with wide, innocent, tear-filled eyes. "i-if you're sure it'll help." ˙ᵕ˙

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monster-disaster · 5 months

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[minotaur] Boss

minotaur!Boss x human!Reader Good to know: blowjob

Summary: You have a job interview with Boss.

A/N: Let's go back to the pub we visited here and here.

The silence following the minotaur's words is deafening. His deep voice echoes in your suddenly empty head. Even the world feels frozen and motionless just like you. Your eyes are wide open, your lips dry, and your spine is straight and rigid against the back of the chair. Your shocked voice breaks the silence when you find the power to force it out of your chest. "Now?" Your gaze follows the small tug of his thin lips. The thick golden piercing in his nose shines under the dim light of his office. "Do you have anything else to do?" He asks. His question is almost mocking. A silent laugh shakes his broad shoulders. The black shirt he wears stretches on his upper body. The thin fabric does nothing to hide his stomach and the hard plates of his chest. "No." You have to clear your throat. "No." "I'm waiting then," he says, pushing himself away from the wooden desk separating you two. You can still feel the amusement in his words. He is waiting for you to run for the hills, you are sure of it. A small, determined frown pulls on your brows as you scowl at the air in front of you. Your chest heaves with a deep breath before you stand up and put your bag on your previous seat.

If he wants you to prove yourself, who are you to say no?

His gaze is heavy and burning as you approach him and stand between his spread legs. His jeans stretch around his trunk-like thighs. The bulge between them looks uncomfortable. "I'm waiting," he hums, pushing his hips forward to the edge of his chair. You force your eyes up to his face. "Then wait a bit more." The male smirks at your grunt. So you can be feisty, he thinks with a hint of satisfaction. His half-hard cock jerks at the new discovery.

Without another word, you drop down on the ground. The wooden floor is hard and uncomfortable under your knees. Your hands are a bit shaky as you place them on his legs, slowly moving them up on his thighs. You can feel the movement of his muscles under your palms.

You can do it, you tell yourself. You knew about the pub even before you came in a few days ago because of the advertisement taped on the door. You knew your job would be more than serving drinks and handling drunk idiots.

You caress his thighs, letting your nails dig into the rough fabric of his jeans and enjoying the thick flesh under your touch. His legs spread open even more, and you have to hide your smirk. He is not as unresponsive to your presence as he wants to show it. Your hand lands on the obvious tent in front of you, but you take your time. You palm his cock through his trousers, trying to feel his shaft and find out what waits for you under the fly of his pants. "Girl," he grunts. Impatience twitches his muscles as he watches you. You can't help but smirk at the slight warning in his gruff tone. "What?" You ask back teasingly, looking up at him as you lean closer and lick over the obvious tent. The armrest creaks under his hold. Of course, he can feel nothing because of his jeans, but even the sight of you licking him through his pants is enough to make his cock jerk with anticipation.

A relieved sigh leaves his chest when you have mercy on him and open his trousers. The tip of his cock almost hits you on the nose when it pops out. The male can't help but smirk at the shock on your face.

"If it's too much for you, I understand, little girl," Boss says, not even hiding the mocking in his words. He does this on purpose, and when you scoff, he laughs. That's what he wanted to hear.

Your fingers are not even long enough to grab the base of his shaft fully. Your thumb moves up and down on a thick vein for a few seconds as you try to get used to the sight of his cock. He is thick and heavy in your hand, and there is a piercing at the top similar to the one he has in his nose. The gold glints under the lights.

"Did it hurt?" You ask him, still staring at the jewelry. "Worth it," he grunts, watching your hand moving up and down on his shaft while you scoot closer between his thighs. Your warm breath fans over the tip of his cock. It glistens with his pre-cum. The male smirks with satisfaction at your expression as you still stare at his erection. You are surprised and amazed. You've never seen a minotaur so close before. The base of his cock is thicker than your wrist, and the head is bulbous with the piercing hanging underneath it. The golden jewelry is soaked in his juices. "Come on, girl," Boss breaks the silence after a while, pushing his hips up a bit to pull you out of your cock-trance. "You will see it enough times if you get the job."

Both of your hands are around his length, stroking him up and down as you lean closer and let the tip of your tongue meet his cock. You can't even call it a proper lick, but it's enough to make the broad male grunt in front of you. "Girl," he warns you again, gripping the armrest of his chair. The wood creaks in his hold. "Hm?" You hum teasingly but don't bother with words as you twist your hands around his cock. Your fingers graze up and down on his velvety skin, smearing his pre-cum all over his length. Flicking the piercing with your tongue, you watch him exhale through his nose. It's dark brown, matching the soft fur covering his whole body. The hair at the top of his head is slightly darker. His horns point at the ceiling with a slight curve.

"Show me how much you want this job." His salty taste spreads over your tongue as you lick over the bulbous head of his cock, teasing the small hole. With a hiss, Boss lets his head fall back on the headrest. Your mouth is tight and wet on his cock, as you try to not choke yourself with his erection. One of his hands lands on the back of your head. His palm is warm and huge in your hair. "Fuck," the minotaur growls when he feels your tongue licking along a vein on the underside of his cock. His hips move on their own accord. He bucks into your mouth, making you gag and spit on his length. Your lips are shiny with your saliva, and his cock is soaked in your drool and his pre-cum. Tears run down from the corner of your eyes as he keeps you on his cock, making you swallow him some more. Your nails dig into the hard meat of his thighs. There is no way you can take him into your mouth fully, the tip of his cock is already kissing the back of your throat while your hand pumps him at the base. "Now," he groans with a smirk on his lips. "That's a pretty sight, no?" Your lips are stretched around his cock as you drool around him, and your eyes are teary and half-closed. You suckle on his cock, flicking the piercing every now and again as you gulp down around him. His cock pulses in your warm channel and his heavy balls twitch every now and again, ready to cum and flood you with his seed. "I knew you would look good with a mouth full of my cock."

Boss almost laughs at the sight of you. Not even twenty minutes ago, you were almost shocked at his request to suck him off, and now you kneel between his thick legs, cock-drunk. Saliva drips down in his shaft and your chin, making a mess all over. Your tongue swipes along the edge of the tip of his cock, and he growls every time you reach his golden piercing.

For a second, he plays with the thought of throwing you onto his desk and fucking your wet cunt until you fall apart on him, but he has no time for it. You on your knees, gulping down on his cock have to be enough for now.

"I'm gonna cum, girl," he warns you, not letting your head out of his grasp as he keeps you on his cock. He can almost see the bulge at your throat as you take him deeper.

Fuck.

"Swallow it down, and you have the job," he says between clenched teeth. "Show me how much you want this."

Your eyes are wide and slightly red as you look up at him while he shoots his seed into your mouth. Your jaw aches, and your throat is already sore as you gulp, trying to keep his warm cum in your mouth, but a few drops still spill down from the corners of your mouth. His shaft pulses in your hand, and you are almost sure he gets bigger in your mouth with each spurt. By the time his cock softens, you are soaked in your own drool and his cum.

Boss cups your chin, tilting your head up to have a better look at you while his lips tug into a smirk full of promises. "We have to practice some more until you can swallow down everything I give you, no?"

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nichoskittycorner · 7 months

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*Oh look, a draft I wrote and am posting cause why not

Making your Minotaur lover wear something girly like a maid dress not for any real reason except that you thought it would be funny.

Well funny to you. They hate it. It's small, itchy and sure as hell is barely covering anything important.

It almost makes you want to act out and tease them, slapping their ass or pinching any exposed area (which is most spots).

The teasing doesnt last long as within minutes, they just flex, tearing the dress up and leaving them fully exposed and ready to put you back in your place.

You could try to run and beg for forgiveness- it doesnt work though. You shouldve known it wouldn't after they warned you to stop earlier.

And now your clothes are being torn off and your bend over the nearest surface and pounded into as a punishment. Too bad you love being treated like their cum doll so even now, you're still winning.

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miguel-owhora · 16 days

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yk what i find attractive? the minotaur. yep, that half man/half bull guy from greek mythology 🙏

just thinking about grabbing his horns and using them as handlebars whenever you fuck his mouth, hearing him gargle around your thick length or even when you're balls deep into his hole, your cum leaking out of his pretty puffy hole! feeling both amused and in awe that such a great and infamous beast is pliant underneath you, his heavy cock uselessly hanging between his legs. :333

#mr. o'whora's works !#kinda #minotaur x male reader #minotaur x human #minotaur x reader #the minotaur #the minotaur x male reader #greek mythology x male reader #:3

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empressnarria · 7 months

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Since this has been happening to me at work a LOT lately:

Imagine your Minotaur boyfriend works hard for you in the hot sun all day: shouldering bags of grain and dragging brush into burning piles. Now imagine he has long, curly lashes, and more often than not he comes home with gnats stuck in them, so he requests your small, delicate fingers to pluck them out. Otherwise the poor man might stab himself in the eye.

When you eventually comb the last of them out, he thanks you with a throaty rumble and a lick on the cheek.

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monstersandmaw · 3 months

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A Star in the Dark - A retelling of the Minotaur of Crete story (m. minotaur x f. character, 3rd person, Chpt. 1, sfw)

Since there was some interest on Discord in seeing this WIP, here is chapter one in its entirety for Patreon supports of all tiers.

Content: A young woman is given by her parents to be sacrificed to the monster in the labyrinth, and finds that maybe there's more to the Minotaur than she'd been led to believe. Passing mention of the death of a close friend in the past, and the practice of human sacrifice to the gods.

Wordcount: 4161

Looking forward to your thoughts on this one! I'll probably put the whole story up on Tumblr at some point in the future, and so far I've got two and a half chapters, plus a few snippets, written.

A salt-fresh wind swept in off the sea and set the flames of a hundred bronze braziers dancing across the flagstones in the fading light.

Those small fires guttered and roared in the gusting wind, and the young woman’s grim pretence at courage wavered. Ahead of her on a wide, half-moon platform that stretched like a stage devoid of all its players, seven shallow steps led down into the earth.

The walls of the narrowing staircase were faced in smooth, pale masonry, and the downward path seemingly ended at a sheer, vertical wall facing the steps, with no door or entryway onwards. Instead, the end of her journey would begin at the square of utter darkness that waited in the floor where an eighth step would have been, gaping and blank like the maw of a newly dug grave.

Barefoot, the grit beneath the soft soles of her feet dug into her skin, and the same wind that made the flames dance pulled at the folds of her undyed, linen peplos to send undulating ripples through the thin fabric. Goosebumps prickled along her arms and legs. The gold bracelets that adorned wrist and ankle did nothing to warm her and the wind snuck its fingers into the elaborate coils of her long, dark hair, unwinding them and freeing them from the golden net that had held them all in place.

She’d been made up to look like a bride, but instead of a wedding, she walked through the pageantry of her own funeral. She wished bitterly that those coils of hair atop her head would turn to snakes and strike at the two men walking three, silent paces behind her with their bronze spear tips levelled at the small of her spine.

Overhead, a line of ochre-red smeared across the sunset sky like a bloody finger painting, and the copper disc of the sun stained the sea a dark, murex purple as dusk gathered around the cliff-top palace, and her last moments in the light of Helios drew to a close.

The monumental limestone masonry of the royal palace shone out of the dusk like pale bone, and a woman with a kithara wailed shrilly to the insistent beat of seven great drums, their rhythm a second heartbeat in her ears.

Incense, thick and cloying, twisted through the air from the braziers and it burned her throat and lungs and made her eyes water as she passed them. She blinked away the tears that formed; they were not for these people, and she would not let them see her afraid. Behind the incense, the faint scent of jasmine and honeysuckle floated past her from a distant palace garden that she would never see.

Upon the top step of seven, she faltered to a halt, shaking despite her desire to be brave; to bear the humiliation with stoic dignity. Hurt and grief curdled inside her with the last of her sputtering courage, and on impulse, she turned sharply to look back over the gathered folds of material at her shoulder, dark eyes wide and glassy with terror. The searing lance of betrayal that had been broken off somewhere in her ribs was now lodged there forever.

There, among the onlookers, she could see her stoop-shouldered father, with his wildly curly hair blowing around his head, and his tanned skin like leather after so many years under the fierce Cretan sun, his hands rough and strong and always gentle. He’d shown her how to hold a chisel and a mallet, how to split seasoned timber with wedge, mallet, and axe, how to pull the draw-knife across its surface, how to use a lathe to turn wood, and how to cut the joints in a chair so they would fit together perfectly. He’d even shown her how to carve winged sirens into the prows of the new ships and how to tease the shape of a spoon out of a section of wood without slicing her own thumb off.

She’d played in the shipwrights’ yard since she’d been old enough to toddle away from her mother and bring her father his midday meal. She’d laughed and learned along with the apprentices, outshining some and learning from others, until the day she’d nearly lost her index finger to the careless stroke of a chisel, and her mother had called her back to the house to spin and weave instead. In the wavering light of the braziers that lined the short path to her own personal Tartarus, she glanced down at the pale scar in her sun-bronzed skin and ran the pad of her left thumb over the silver line at the knuckle of her index finger where sensation existed only in her memory.

She willed that numbness to bloom out across her body, but her pain burned too brightly and too hot to be doused, and she ground her teeth. Her father couldn’t meet his daughter’s dark eyes across the empty stretch of gritty ground between them, but her mother held her gaze, unflinching.

The music seemed to fade as mother and daughter stood locked in distant, grim, resentful silence.

King Minos and Queen Pasiphaë stood on a raised dais somewhere off to her right, wreathed in embroidered, purple silks and dripping with gold, but she had no eyes nor time for them. It was because of the conceit and hubris of King Minos that she was being sacrificed to the monster below the palace, and because her mother had refused to take a ship and sail away with her that she was standing there now.

Cold, hard eyes spoke only of the desire for her daughter not to shame her. To go with dignity to a death that was, after all, to honour Poseidon. Of course, her parents would be well compensated by the king for their ‘gift’, but as all the misty possibilities along the path of her life were snuffed out like so many tiny candles, she couldn’t muster anything but contempt for her parents.

“I’m your daughter!” she yelled at her mother, her voice cracking as she fought the urge to double over against the pain. The agony of their betrayal clutched and clawed at her insides, the imaginary blade twisting deeper. “How could you? I’m your daughter!”

She hardly recognised her mild-mannered father as he just lowered his gaze to stare at the stones beneath his sandals. Beside him, her mother just kept on staring, her face like a statue at a shrine to discipline.

“I’m your daughter,” she whispered, the words inaudible to all but the two guards who began to steer and poke her down the steps like a cow to slaughter. “That’s all I am to you people,” she said, the words lost. “I’m not even human.”

The men exchanged a look as they neared the end of the stairs, but she couldn’t read it; couldn’t think.

She was about to die, to be torn to bloody shreds by teeth and monstrous hands, perhaps impaled on the horns of the bull-headed monster that rampaged below the palace, foaming and furious in his own imprisonment, and all while they held their stately banquet above and congratulated themselves on their own cleverness for appeasing Poseidon with a little virgin’s blood. And all for an insult dealt to the god almost three decades ago.

Well, at least she wasn’t a virgin.

Would the monster know? Would Poseidon care? Would the god even notice when the thread of her life was cut?

At an impatient flick of the king’s fingers, the two guards stepped forward as one. Their glinting, bronze spear points finally made contact and jabbed through the fabric at her hips, pricking two bloody points in the skin that bloomed like red eyes in the pale linen. She felt nothing. Her heel missed the lip of the opening into the earth, and she toppled backwards with a wordless shriek. Her arms and limbs flailed, and the shadows of the labyrinth reached up and consumed her.

She had promised herself she wouldn’t scream.

When she’d sat in the painted chamber in the royal palace, its walls adorned with lurid frescoes of figures leaping bulls and topless women emptying black amphorae into channels in the earth that had made her think of the runnels of blood in a butcher’s shop; when her hair had been combed and oiled and placed in its glinting net; when she’d had perfumed oil dabbed at the hollow of her throat, the inside of her wrists, onto her nipples, and, especially repulsive to her racing imagination, down between her legs; when she’d been told it was an honour to be deemed a worthy sacrifice to the monster stalking in his unending paths of dark nightmare: she had made an oath to herself that she would not scream. She would shame them with her silence. One last act of defiance.

Yet as she plunged backwards through the rush of foetid black emptiness, she screamed long and loud.

The sound tore itself free from her throat, raw and ringing in her ears as she plummeted down and down and down through the darkness that filled the shaft. The sky became a square of distant starlight that diminished as she fell.

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just-some-trans-nobody · 29 days

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December Christmas Monster Stories

Dec 19.) Minotaur

A short fluff about setting up Christmas decorations with your big strong minotaur boyfriend. Who needs a ladder when you have a minotaurs shoulders?

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You were sitting on top of Rutsus’s shoulders letting out nervous but excited giggles as you strung up the holiday decorations. Who needed a ladder to reach the high places when you had a minotaur boyfriend to lift you up. Admittedly it was rather scary being so high up but his large hands were on your hips keeping you up there. There wasn’t a chance in hell he would let his lover fall off his shoulders.

Putting the last of the decor up you smiled happily as you placed your hands on his horns holding them for extra support, not that he minded. It surprised you when he started to walk to one of the door ways, it didn’t seem he was going somewhere to set you down. Still a bit confused you asked him what he was doing and he only gestured to the mistletoe hanging up. Smiling, you leaned down and kissed the top of his head.

As much as he liked it when you kissed his head he didn’t want that kind of kiss at the moment. In one fluid motion he moved you off his shoulders and into his arms. You didn’t have a moment to react before he started peppering your face in kisses. His fur tickling your face causing you to laugh as you squirmed in his arms.

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monstersflashlight · 5 days

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"Honey, I'm home!"

minotaur x fem!reader || breeding, knotting

You heard the door closing and his hooves stumping as he looked for you. He knew where you were. In the same place as every night when he got home. Dinners were on you as long as he made breakfast. Early days of marriage were all about compromise. Or that’s what everyone told you when you married. Listening intently, hyper-aware of his presence someplace behind you.

“Smells good.” He called out as you heard the bag hitting the ground someplace in the hallway.

“Stir fry.”

You let out a startled cry as he appeared seemingly out of nowhere. “Not the food.” He whispered against your ear, grabbing your waist and pressing his whole body against you, sniffing your neck.

“What are you doing?” You asked, cutting vegetables, his body pressed against your back. Before you could even blink, he was pressing you against the counter, his erection poking at your back. “I need to make dinner.” You tried to break free of his hold, but he just pressed you harder.

“I missed you, that’s all.” He whispered next to your ear, his soft lips grazing your skin in the softest caress, making your whole body shiver.

“Missed me? You saw me this morning.” You giggled at his antics, trying to push him away. You knew full well that there was no way you could out-power him.

His solid frame against you was too heavy, too big, too imposing… He could do whatever he wanted to you and you couldn’t do anything to stop him. You should be scared, but you weren’t. Nope. You couldn’t be scared. That’s the first thing that drew you to him, his fucking size. How big he was, how his body towered over you, how his biceps were bigger than your head. Maybe you liked that. Maybe you enjoyed feeling so tiny against him. Maybe you enjoyed the feel of him picking you up and using you as he pleased. Maybe...

Lost in your horny thoughts you didn’t realize his hand was inside your panties until his fingers were playing with your clit. “I missed this pussy. My pussy.” His big fingers felt rough against your soft skin.

“Wha-?” Your voice broke with a groan when he pinches a bit too harsh, a bit too forceful. You know he did it on purpose, he could be gentle, he usually was. But him being rough to you meant one thing: your fertile days arrived, you just signed yourself for a fuck-athon. Oh dang. So you did what you could: you whimpered.

He laughed at your whine, a spark of cruelness shining through. “Don’t play coy now, pet. I can feel you dripping down my fingers.” Said fingers were probing your entrance, hovering over it until you moaned his name And then hell broke loose. He didn’t give you a heads up, he didn’t play games like that. One second you were standing pressing against the counter and the next one your clothes were ripped off you and his dick was pushing into you. Too fast, too harsh, not letting you adapt to his size. He was in for one thing and one thing only: breed you.

His dick was so deep and so hard that you could feel every ridge, every vein. It felt like the most amazing torture, the sweetest death. In seconds, you were not a person anymore, just a toy for him to play as he wished. He grabbed your hips, bouncing you on his cock as you grabbed the counter for dear life.

“Are you gonna cum on my cock like a good girl?” You whined. The combination of his shaft inside you and his fingers playing with your clit made your climax hit you like a tide wave, gasping for air as you trembled on his dick.

But that didn’t stop him, you were his to play and his to fuck.

“That’s it. Good girl. Again.” His fingers were still playing with your oversensitive clit, in the good side of too painful. Your pleasure felt raw, your throat spent, not a single sound coming out of you. “One more, pet. Give me one more.” You complied. But that wasn’t enough.

Your bull of a husband kept fucking you, not stopping for a second. His labored breaths making you hotter. His moans making you wetter (if that was even possible). His pace was brutal, and you didn’t know what was up and what was down. Your body was completely spent as he used you as his own personal fleshlight. You kept coming, and coming, and coming… It was too much, too good.

Your brain was foggy, your body felt like jelly as he moved you up and down, your legs gave out long before he stopped. And then you felt it, the telltale sign that he was close, the bulbous knot at the base of his dick twitching against your entrance at every thrust. With a long groan, he pushed it inside of you as you screamed. Your vision went black, you went limp as he pumped you full of cum, your lower tummy bulging. His big body was pressing you down onto the counter like the biggest weighted blanket, his dick still pulsing inside of you.

“Bed.” He mumbled as he lifted you off the counter, still impaled on his dick, his knot preventing any cum from escaping.

“But dinner...” You whispered in a choked breath.

“Later.”

It was gonna be a long night.

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I can't stop imagining a Minotaur Boyfriend who knows how eager you are despite how big he is

You gently wrap your hand around the base of his shaft, marveling at its girth as you begin to stroke slowly. With every pass of your hand, more precum leaks from the tip, making the motion easier as his cock becomes covered in slick.

"That's right," he murmurs softly, guiding your movements with one massive hand resting on top of yours. "Just like that… oh yes… just like that…"

You lean in closer to his cock, pressing a gentle kiss against the flat head. Another groan rumbles in his chest as he feels your warm breath ghosting over his meat

"Mmm, yeah…" he rumbles approvingly. "Good boy… you don't have to suck it if you don't want to. Just those sweet kisses work perfectly fine for me.".

Encouraged by his words, you continue peppering kisses along his length, occasionally flicking your tongue out to taste him further. All the while, his hand remains tangled in your hair, petting and massaging your scalp gently.

His breathing grows heavier, punctuated by soft moans that let you know how much he enjoys this.

After a while of kissing, you feel ready.

As you part your lips wider than ever before, readying yourself to take him in, he places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Easy now," he murmurs softly. "Take it slow… there's no rush."

Following his advice, you carefully envelop the head of his cock with your lips, feeling it throb and twitch against your tongue. Each inch that disappears into your mouth sends waves of pleasure coursing through your lover's body. His grip on your hair tightens slightly as he holds onto you for support, letting out a shaky sigh of relief.

Slowly but surely, you manage to swallow more of him until he hits the back of your throat. A choked gasp escapes you as you fight the urge to gag.

But you want him to feel good, and you want to be the reason he feels good. Finding resolve, your hands grip his hips as you get ready to force him deeper inside your throat.

But before you could do just that, you feel his strong hand grasping your shoulders, holding you steady. At the same time, he quickly reaches down to grasp the base of his cock firmly, stopping you from taking any more than what you've managed so far.

"Hey, hey!" he exclaims softly, concern etched across his features. "Wait… wait a moment."

"I appreciate your enthusiasm," he continues, smiling warmly at you. "But I don't want you hurting yourself just yet." He gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze before continuing. "Let's take things slower, okay?"

Despite his words, his body language tells another story – the tension in his muscles, the raggedness of his breaths, the slight tremble in his legs.

Clearly, resisting the temptation to plunge into your willing mouth is becoming increasingly difficult for him.

Even with his cock buried in your mouth, you still manage to convey your displeasure clearly through your pouting expression.

This earns a long, drawn-out sigh from him. His large hand reaches out to pat your head gently.

Patience was never your strong suit, but stubbornness sure was.

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