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werecreature-addicted · 7 months

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this is really specific but imagine being a Farmer and taking in a Minotaur who was abused and used for fighting. And like he’s bred to be a absolute f**cking tank. im talking like 8’6, scars and muscles, massive strong horns, callused hands etc. Because of the abuse and the fighting he was forced Into all his life he hates all humans, but for some reason he doesn’t want to hurt you. And as the months slowly rolls by he starts to warm up to you to the point he lets you touch him…Just for a little bit though

He is always surprised by your kindness. He's known many humans, and none have ever smiled at him like you do. Or ask him how his day has been. What surprises him most is how you always look him in the eyes when you talk to him. You never bark orders while absentmindedly checking your phone or blatantly examining his muscles while asking him to do labor. You always look him in the eye, or at least you look up. Sometimes it's hard to meet his gaze, especially if the sun is in your eyes and you can't quite make out where his head is. But that little act of respect almost always surprises him. It's almost like you see him as an equal.

You always say please and thank you. Even when he's just doing his job, work is the only reason he's here, yet you act like he's done you a huge favor when he does something as simple as refilling the watering cans. He almost never responds either, He just grunts dismissively. That never seems to bother you. No, nothing as shallow as a bad attitude would darken your sunshine.

It's funny. He's never really "liked" something about a human before. He's respected some of them. He's admired the bravery of the ones stupid enough to step in the ring with him. But he actually likes your positive attitude, and how nice you are... and your smile.

He likes the sunshine. On sunny days when there isn't much work left, you'll often find him lying in the middle of the field, enjoying the sun. He doesn't mind talking about his scars if you want to ask. Though, to be honest. He doesn't remember the details of most of them. It's all the same story anyway. A fight. A lance to the side before the fight to make him mad. A beating after he lost a fight. The individual scars all seem to blur together.

You show him a few of your scars, and you seem to remember the stories better. There's a web of scaring over the back of your hand he's noticed before but never asked about. You tell him you were stringing up a barbed wire fence, and the wire cut your knuckles. It bothers him for some reason. You're so sweet, never having been in a fight, and still you have scars. He doesn't like the idea of you being hurt. He tells you if the fence ever needs repairs he'll do it for you.

You're always careful not to touch him. He flinches if you so much as move too fast, and well... he is an animal, a reactive one at that. You're right to be cautious around him. It doesn't hurt his feelings. He respects you for the space you give him. He does have a sneaking suspicion that you want to touch him.

When he tells you about his past, you'll reach for his hand before pulling away and telling him how sorry you are to hear that. Or when he hands you something, you'll brush your fingers against his, even when you're normally so cautious to not let that happen.

Your eyes land on a piece of hay striking out of his messy hair right by his ear. You point it out but, he can't seem to find it himself. He always just barely misses it. Eventually, he crouches and bows his head low enough for you to reach the top of his head.

"Can you uhm, will you get it for me?" he asks shyly. You nod and easily pull out the hay. you pull away but he stops you.

"Wait- just check for anything else stuck in my hair, please?" he asks. you comply, running your fingers through his hair and checking for any more hay.

He still doesn't like being touched, but it's nice to know that your hands are soft and your touch is as kind and gentle as everything else about you. He wonders if touch could feel good and if you'd be willing to show him.

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theres-a-body-here · 3 months

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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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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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buckets-and-trees · 11 months

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"You are nothing but a toy for me to fuck, little lamb. Now open your mouth for me, or I will break your jaw opening it myself."

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Well... as you know, this escalated quickly.

Title: Sacrificial Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Minotaur!Bucky x Botanist!Female!Reader Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: If it seems too good to be true, it always is. Always. Too bad you had to go to the remote jungles of South America to learn that lesson.

Content/Concept Warnings: DARK, lulled into a trap, human sacrifice, dubious consent/fuck or die, public sex/exhibitionism, size kink, monster fucking, face fucking/oral male receiving, vaginal fingering/fisting, breast worship, rough fucking, possessive/pet, praise kink, dirty talk, cum play, marking, cream pie, choking

Additional Notes: Thoty time with @rookthorne... she's only responsible for enabling me when my monster thirst reared its head. Wicked entry for @buckybarnesevents WEEK ONE of Hot Bucky Summer: "What Should I Wear?" and my third square of @buckybarnesbingo K1 "Fuck or Die."

When you told your friends, family, and former colleagues about the research grant and fellowship you had been awarded in the weeks leading up to your departure that it was too perfect, clearly somewhere deep in your bones you had known.

Eighty thousand dollars a year for three years, travel covered, visa approved, fully furnished accommodations provided, and a book deal for the discoveries and research studying flora in a largely undocumented and remote part of the jungle on another continent.

No scientist got a deal like that.

The only downside was the isolation of the location. They had electricity and running water, but you would only be able to go into town for internet every few weeks.

But the part of you that had grown up watching Indiana Jones, Jurassic Park, LOST, and the deep space missions of Star Trek who had far too many plants in your apartment and in your tiny office at the university had beat back that downside. It was only three years, and after living through the strange isolation of the pandemic, you knew you could manage this where you wouldn’t be isolated from people, just for short stints from your old life.

And though you had good pieces and good people in your life, you were desperate to get away from the suffocating societal expectations you felt like you weren’t living up to while so many others around you were – marriage, kids, white picket fences, career accomplishments, tenured professorships, promotions, raises, overnight influencers, travel vloggers.

This was something no one you knew had ever done.

Everyone raved about the adventure ahead of you.

Everyone had been impressed.

You had conquered in the accomplishments department with this for the year, no question. Your older sister with her third child on the way and your younger brother and his Premiere League football contract could wallow in your shadow.

This was a golden opportunity for a research botanist still in the early years of their career.

Kneeling on the ground in the middle of the jungle with your hands folded in your lap, head bowed, surrounded by a village of people who all should have known better than to follow ancient superstitions, with a dozen or more guns trained on you in nothing more than lingerie, you were living a nightmare.

All of it had been a baited trap.

No one would even question you falling off the grid before it was too late, and even if they did, these villagers could say one day you never came back from the jungle.

And it would be true.

One afternoon and evening, a good dinner, a sleep you’d yearned for thinking it was the jet lag, and then you’d awoken screaming as the first strip of wax had been ripped from your skin to discover you were naked with a half dozen people attending to all aspects of your grooming, preparing you to be their human sacrifice for the beast that lived in the jungle.

You were past the crying and pleading.

The no WIFI had been a lie, too.

Everyone in this small village looked and acted like they lived in the present day except for this one thing.

The belief that if they did not provide the beast his human sacrifice that they would not survive his terror.

“Then why don’t you just leave?” you had implored.

“This is our home, our loved ones are here, our ancestors are part of this place, and,” their leader and the head of the research foundation paused – almost faltered before continuing to explain, “the sacrifice of one stranger will guarantee us safety for many, many years.”

Everyone else had been instructed not to speak or listen to you from that point on in the preparations.

Nails trimmed, buffed, shined. Luxurious oil that smelled delicate and heavenly rubbed over every inch of your skin from the neck down. Hair partially braided to stay out of your face with the rest left natural. Color applied to your lips. They didn’t bother with eye makeup. No jewelry.

You had been wrapped up in a linen garment that was not quite a robe but not quite a coat to be transported to the ruins of an old stone dais in the thick of the jungle but deprived of it and then pushed onto the sacrificial area, left only in the sapphire silk of a bra and panties delicately lined with lace.

After hours being poked, prodded, and prepared by strangers in a strange land in a state of dread and disbelief, you thought you were numb.

You had endured too much to think you were hallucinating, but that you now all waited illuminated by literal torches with fire made this seem almost like a season of Survivor gone horribly wrong.

But then you heard the hushed wave of whispers at the rustle and rumble of something approaching through the thick vegetation of the jungle and adrenaline shot through your veins. It didn’t inspire fight or flight. You were frozen, fixated on the beast that would finally appear and seal your fate any moment now.

It made no attempt at arriving quietly, and when it finally appeared, there were collective gasps and cries from the people gathered to watch the sacrifice, though no sound fell from your lips.

The reaction was more than warranted, and a whisper of a thought flashed through your head that you were surprised no one had screamed. Maybe they were too terrified to scream, worried they would draw the beast’s attention. You wanted to scream, but your chest was gripped in fear.

The thick, furry legs of a bull, down to the cloven hooves, and a girthy tail with a tuft of dark hair at the end, swishing slightly as he walked. There was a loincloth tied at his waist that – rather than providing modesty – inspired anyone whose gaze lingered there to imagine the bulge nudging conspicuously beneath. Not that anyone’s gaze would linger there for long, for the rest of him was altogether imposing. Only the tallest of the villagers might hope to measure up to the base of his sternum – the sternum that anchored the torso of a man with shoulders more than twice the width of a human. Skin golden from the sun stretched over muscles that burst and rippled over his chest and shoulders, extending down his arms. You could see a litany of angry scars littered up and down his left arm.

Great bull’s horns rose and curled out of his head, possibly longer than your own arms. He had a mane of long, glossy but mostly unruly brown hair, with a couple of braids, that fell past his shoulders. Though the rest of his physique inspired fear, the true terror was perhaps the face of this man beast – it was terrifyingly handsome. Strong jaw, stubbled beard, a crease between his brows, and piercing blue eyes. His expression was drawn into an ominous grin.

He was in no rush as he walked into the ring of the villagers.

“Weapons down,” he growled.

There was almost no hesitation – their purpose had been to keep you in place anyway. Though the fear in the air was palpable, the tone of it seemed to be turning to some sort of reverent fear now for everyone else.

What inspired this unquestioned obedience from an entire people? People you’d seen with smart phones as abundantly among them as any other place on earth, though you’d been advised to shut yours down and leave it behind since it would be of next to no use to you in the jungle. They were right – but had left out the true reason and made it even more believable for you to seem only cut off to those back home, not lost and gone forever.

His enormous legs took the step easily up onto the dais, and his eyes were now fixed only on you. He stopped at the foot of the altar where you were presented for him.

“Well done,” this was meant for the people and their leader.

Then he reached out and the fingers of his large hands traced the strap over your left shoulder, then along your jaw, tilting your chin to look straight up at him. “And your choice is set?”

“My – my choice?” your voice cracked, but you felt it was a miracle you even found it.

Your confusion must have been evident, as his eyes flashed with anger and her rounded on the man who had facilitated all of this. “You did not tell her anything, did you?”

“I thought it best if –“

“It is not your job to think. The thoughtlessness of your people is why we’re here at all,” he snarled. Then he turned back to you.

“No time for stories now. I’m a minotaur called Bucky; a lost soldier cursed long ago to this state. Suffice it to say II must be satiated or the village will be subjected to bloodshed and desolation in the face of my wrath. They’ve chosen you, but you can choose your fate: fuck or die. I’ll take your throat, or I’ll cut it and drink your blood in front of everyone.”

Your chest heaved in trepidation. “How is that a choice?”

“Is it not clear to you?”

“Have others chosen death?”

He nodded. “Or they refused to choose.”

You opened your mouth then closed it again.

“Do you wish to die?”

You thought your tears were spent, but you could feel them welling in your eyes. “No.”

“Then claim your choice.”

You took a shaky breath.

“Say it!” he barked.

You flinched, but managed to spit out, “Fuck.”

“Perfect. Open up.”

“In front of everyone?” your voice was barely above a whisper.

He nodded. “They will remember and mark this sacrifice. It will be the reason they continue to breathe.”

You spread your knees a part so you were still kneeling and sitting back on your heels but his to take like this.

“That’s nice but not what I meant.” He tugged his loincloth and dropped it to the ground. You whimpered, afraid of the enormous size of his cock and ashamed at the lick of heat that flared in your core at the sight of him. He leaned down closer, put a hand at the back of your neck, and slapped the side of your face with his rigid length. “You are nothing but a toy for me to fuck, little lamb. Now open your mouth for me, or I will break your jaw opening it myself.”

This drew a handful of muted gasps from the onlookers. You saw a spark of something new in his eyes at this reaction.

He was pleased at their reaction.

You dropped your mouth open for him, nervous knowing you could not take all of him, embarrassed to be on such display in front of these strangers, but wanting to please him.

Wait, you thought, wanting to please him?

He shoved his cock into your wet mouth, shoving any other thoughts immediately out.

“Suck.”

You did.

“Just like that,” he said. The hand on your neck moved up to cradle and command the back of your head. He slowly began to fuck your mouth but with only a small motion, encouraging you to continue sucking just that first bit of cock as it was in your mouth. He still was in no rush. It felt like a power play – not wanting to show impatience or lack of restraint in the onset of this sacrificial claiming.

As he continued to speak now, his voice was low, intended for you. “Get ready for more.”

You looked up at him and tried to nod your head ever so slightly. He smirked, then he brought his other hand up under your jaw and to your throat, wanting to feel himself using you. He groaned and briefly closed his eyes. His tip hit the back of your mouth, and you spluttered. He pulled out slightly, giving you half a moment to recover, then forced the point again, holding himself there while you adjusted. He opened his eyes again, locking back onto yours, and a thrill of terror shot through you again. That was only the preliminary.

Now he would truly begin.

That look was all you got. Keeping the one hand at your throat, the provided the anchor to begin truly fucking your throat, not in a rush, but he picked up the pace. You placed your hands on his thighs to steady yourself. Your muscles initially gagged in protest, but he persisted, stroking your throat with his fingers as well, coaxing you to relax. Tears spilled down your cheeks. You concentrated on breathing through your nose and the steady gaze he kept trained on you. Soon you were taking more of him than you thought you could. He quickened his thrusts into your mouth. Your fingers stretched into the fur on his hips, mewling as he continued to use your mouth.

A few short grunts with the last thrusts were the only hint before he came, shooting his hot spend in your mouth with an unrestrained howl that shook the crowd to their core. There was no way for you to swallow everything, but, if anything, seeing his cum spilling down your chin made him grin.

Then he raised his head to address the villagers. “Remember that you gave this human to me. I will do with her as I please, and you will never see her again. Hope that you never see me again in your lifetime,” his voice carried, his power unquestioned in the clearing. “If you are lucky, the children you left home today will not see me in their lifetimes either. All of you go now. What happens next is not for your eyes.”

They followed his instructions without hesitation, all of them eager to be gone from this cursed place and their collective and ignored shame.

They left the torches – no desire for a souvenir.

And now you were alone with him, the light of the flames flickering over every inch of your exposed skin – which was almost all your skin, the lingerie only for show.

With the hand that was still anchored at the back of your head, he roughly angled you up sharply to look directly up at him, and tipping his own head forward he loomed in all his height above you, a truly searing heat in this look. “I meant what I said: you are mine, and I will never allow those vile villagers to see you again. You’re mine to do with as I please.”

He stooped down to claim your mouth in a kiss. His large thumb brushed the remaining spend from your chin and then moved down your throat to brush it over your collar bone, rubbing it in. He pushed his tongue between your lips, and you opened your mouth for him again. His tongue was too big for your mouth, too, but the more he subjected your body to the largeness of his being, the more you seemed to seep into him. He used his tongue to wrap around and tangle with yours, stroking it with his, now and then slipping it further down your throat, teasing, choking, mimicking the actions of his cock not long before.

When you were truly gasping, he chuckled darkly and pulled away, you leaned forward, lips chasing his, and then you shook your head, trying to restore some logic.

Failing.

Bucky easily tore away your bra with his brute strength. “Lay back for me, lamb.”

You shifted, legs aching from resting on them in that kneeling position for far too long. He noted the care you took in moving your limbs and rubbed the muscles up and down a few times. Then he pulled your hips to the end of the alter, flush against his cock, which was already semi-hard again. You hummed as he pushed against your still-clothed core.

His hands moved from your thighs up your sides, stoking the desire surging through your body, moving up your waist, thumbs brushing up against the underswell of your breasts, then flicking over the nipples, bringing them to little peaks before diving down to lave one of them with his tongue and suck, rolling, twisting, and pinching the other with his hand. Then he moved his mouth, and as he latched on to the other nipple, his hands worked the lace and silk panties off your hips and down your legs before tossing them away. He rutted up against you again, slow but persistent pressure against your core again, but now with no barrier he felt your arousal slicking up your entrance. When you began working your hips against him, seeking more friction, fisting your hands into his hair, he moved a hand between your legs, stroking over your labia and pushing one of his fingers right into your cunt, making you keen immediately from the force and fullness.

“Going to ruin you, lamb, but don’t want to hurt you.” He was brutal, but only because he was a monster by nature, not because he was heartless. “Gotta work your tiny pussy open so you can take me like you were meant to.”

As before, he was patient, making up for the impatience mounting inside you as he worked his fingers into you, circling, questing, stretching, twisting. When he pushed three fingers in he could tell it was a lot, but he knew he needed you to easily receive four if he was going to get to fuck you on his cock the way he wanted. All through it, he was relentless in overwhelming you in other ways, continuing to worship your breasts, but also murmuring praises against your skin, and threatening and promising filthy things that you couldn’t even respond to.

When you were thoroughly primed, aching for him, a mess with tears and begging for him, he finally realigned his hips between your legs, forcing your thighs wide to accommodate him. He bumped the head of his cock against your throbbing clit a couple of times, making your whimper repeatedly. You were lost as you lay splayed out above him, eyes tightly shut, hands reaching for him, desperately pleading his name over and over. He bent down to you again, relishing the feel of your breasts brushing against his chest for one more moment before sinking his cock into your cunt with a brutal thrust, pushing clear to the hilt, making you scream. It was wicked, and he knew it, but also knew how much he had worked up your body and your mind, and he was rewarded as you arched beneath him, and wrapped your arms around his neck, adjusted your hips, and then rocked against him, clearly seeking more.

Holding you at the precipice of pleasure for so long meant you crashed into your first orgasm very quickly as he pushed his cock in and out of your, “tight heat, little lamb, taking me so well,” he cooed. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, shuddering as he fucked your through it, groaning at the feel of your walls around him. “No one else will ever have this cunt now,” he vowed. “You’re mine.”

“Mine,” you echoed without thinking, not knowing it was exactly how he wanted his pet to feel about him. He pushed you over the edge into another orgasm and then spilled his hot seed inside you not long after. You were beyond spent, at that point, and less than a minute after he scooped you up, tucking your legs around his waist, you dropped out of consciousness, and went totally limp. He kissed the top of your head, then shifted you to sling you over his shoulder for the trek to his lair – your home. He’d secure you there, then go back to the get the wooden crate of the belongings you had shipped ahead of you and the bag you had traveled with – both were supposed to be deposited and waiting in a cave, the final part of his negotiations for acquiring his new human from that village and their foolish leader. Humans were delicate creatures with peculiar needs, after all, and he was determined to keep you content and fucked out until you were devoted to staying with him until the end of your days.

But the last hour had exceeded even his own expectations. He suspected he wouldn’t have to try very hard to keep his little lamb.

NEXT PART: Do You Remember

"haunting thoughts" on Sacrificial for the Dark Forest Fest

brief insight into what reader's life is like now

physical appearance of Minotaur!Bucky

easy and challenging parts of writing the fic

the writing of the story from concept to completion in one night

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Wondering if we’re going to get more of your Minotaur thing? It was pretty good and I liked that you referenced the actual legend

I’ve done two different versions but since you’re talking about how I referenced Greek mythology I think you mean this one.

Minotaur and you had grown close. Even though he hadn’t felt like he could be inside of you yet, he filled you with his fingers randomly. Pushing a finger deeply inside of you, curling it and stretching you out. You would whine, arching towards him, his finger just by itself stretching you more than you imagined it could.

“We can try now, couldn’t we?” you moaned one day, rocking your hips down onto his finger, desperate for more of him.

He hesitated, his long tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I don’t know…”

“Please. Please I need it,” you whimpered, grabbing at his shoulders, trying to bring him closer to you.

He kissed you softly as he slowly pulled his finger out of you. A sigh left your lips as you felt that, but that turned to a groan of approval as the head of his huge cock grinded against your dripping cunt. You eagerly pushed back against him, panting and moaning for him to just put it in already.

Despite how he was raised, alone and without any kind contact, he was still gentle with you. He propped himself up on one hand, using the other to hold his cock as he slowly pushed it inside of you. Even when you tried to push back on him, wanting to feel all of him inside of you, he held you close to him, only letting himself push in inch by inch so he didn’t hurt you.

“It’s hard for me too. Just hang on,” he grunted as you begged for him, his coarse hands clinging to your soft body.

All you could do was whimper slightly, wishing for more but not wanting to rush him. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he bottomed out inside of you. “Yes, yes,” you cried, grabbing onto his shoulders, his horns, then his neck, latching onto him.

That unlocked something inside of him. While he still held you, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck, your shoulders, anywhere he could reach, he slammed into you, forcing your small body to jerk in his arms with each thrust. He grunted and moaned, nearly panting, as he crammed himself inside of you. The makeshift bed you made for him forced the floorboards under you to creak. He used one hand to protect your head right before it hit the wall, using that opportunity to push you back down on his cock as he pushed up into you.

“So good. S’good,” he slurred in almost a drunk sounding voice as he ravaged you.

All you could do was bury your head in his chest until with one more thrust, he pushed into you, unloading pump after pump of cum. Afterwards, he slumped down, slowly dragging his cock out of your stuffed cunt.

You don’t say anything as you trail your fingers down his back, not wincing at the scars there. Instead you kiss the tip of his nose, then his lips. He smiled sheepishly, looking away.

“That was…”

“Wonderful,” you chimed in, tugging on him slightly so he’d lay down next to you.

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squishysoftmonsters · 6 months

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Triggers : Sexual Themes [Mature +18 Ageless/Minors DNI]

💚When your Minotaur wife has the nastiest of hard ons and swears she's gonna turn your prostate into silly putty if she catches you after running from your apartment like a Saturday Morning cartoon character buck naked💚

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bloggingnsfw · 4 months

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Saved my by Minotaur *smut part3*

for the full thing go to my Ao3 search: Saved by my minotaur (WILL BE POSTED 12/16/2023 @ 5:30 EST)

You sat up and untied the rope that held his slacks up, pushing the fabric out of the way until she saw Big Drip. It looked so much more handsome in person. “Like it, Milky Lips?” Big Drip had always been one of the more extreme fuck-sticks in Witch Horehound’s arsenal. And on Edoh, it was even larger. Thick like a stump, black veins twitched on the long and fat shaft between the minotaur’s legs.

The crown of the cock still nestled inside of the fleshy sheath.

Big Drip sat at full attention once freed from Edoh’s slack, tiny twitches radiating up and down the length. Spite, it was always hard to get inside. So meaty and inches practically going forever on such a shaft. Even without the cockhead extended, the dick reached to you belly button.

You drool built up inside of your mouth, you sloshing it around to make the liquid she needed to get Big Drip prepped. She leaned forward, letting you lips press light against the blue cock and saliva drip out. Coating it in warm and watery fluid. Mouth busy, she wrapped your hands around the shaft. Starting slow. Pumping it as she leaned on it, breasts split apart and cocooning it in soft pillow mounds.

The cockhead began to rise, the sheath swelling around you hands.

Loud and wet, she licked around the end of the sheath, using you knuckles to tease Big Drip into showing itself. Ogrum moved under you, his stomach clenching and grunts growing in the air. Loud and lewd. The softness of his voice nothing compared to how deep and flighty it could go. His shaft rose, paler flesh sticking out and pre-cum dripping down its sides. You moved one of your hands south, fingers meeting more curls until she hit rounded flesh. His balls fattening. She groped one, massaging it until the skin became hard. You otyou hand running up and down his cock.

“Sounds like someone likes my mouth.” You laughed. “You remember that time I made you cum with just my breath. I thought I broke the fuck-stick.” Edoh’s nod jiggled you spread ass, knees digging in as she played with his cock. “Oh you do, don’t you?”

You move your mouth to the brimming crown, stuffing in the tip and pulling out. Over and over as pearly cum oozed out of the excited slit. You gulps, audible and noisy, crowded out the squelching of your hands. Trickling cum slicking Big Drip and his massive balls.

“Off-!”

A hot squirmy thing licked between your cheeks and pussy.

You squeaked as your legs were pushed apart and lifted; your pussy lips chilled in out in the open. Ogrum swiped with his long tongue, moving up and down your pink folds. Feminine fluid dripping out and splashing on his chest. You moaned onto his cock, your pants forming into steamy clouds. His tongue met your clit, wrapping around it and besieging it with pleasure.

Big Drip gushed, rivers of foamy seed painting you chin and hands in gooey white.

You slurped it up, lapping up the tasty cum wyoue she could. Ogrum tilted you, throwing his muzzle into you lower lips, face walled-in by you bouncing ass-cheeks. From this angle, you wondered if he even noticed what he was doing. Dangling you over his cock. Unable to resist, she readied you lips and swallowed the thicken cockhead, relaxing you throat and taking more and more in.

Edoh’s legs rocked, unknowingly rising up to help you take the near endless inches in.

You used your arms to balance yourself and hummed, encasing Big Drip with absolute sensation. Drool and cum snuck out the side of your mouth, mixing into slow-moving fluid matting down Edoh’s curls. Your feet kicked in the air, having nothing to hold on as Ogrum ate you out. The shape of his muzzle and the intensity of his tongue’s circular ministrations… It was too much. She cried around him, desperate moans muffled by his unyielding shaft.

An overeager shot of pre-cum erupted into your mouth. The surge rippling across your body.

You swallowed what she could, the cum pouring up into your throat and emptying straight into your stomach. Damn, she loved this. The seed rushing straight in. The taste and the filling sensation that came with it. That’s why Big Drip was your favorite fuck-stick, the best of Witch Horehound glory rods.

Big Drip twitched and more seed came, pushing up and making you gag, weakly swallowing as the cum kept coming and coming. And Ogrum hadn’t even came. This was just more pre-cum preemptively stuffing you up. The pulse piled on, the sheer volume of the cum she inhaled began to show their work. You belly bulging out. Stomach growing chunky and full as it extended from your waist.

Bobbing up and down, vision growing hazy and hot, you flailed when Ogrum pulled you off.

You swollen plump lips leaving his cock with a crude and echoing pop.

“Milk me not today.”

You coughed, wiping away a particular irresistible glob of cum from your chin and dropping it into your mouth. “Spoil-sport.”

“Tucking tonight.”

“What?”

“Tuck.” he said again, placing you onto his stomach and pressing a hand on your back. “It’s what we call mares on top. They tuck their bellies to fit. You won’t have problem. Not now. Later.” Ogrum moved your back, you inflated belly bobbing all the while, a swollen distraction, and lined you with his cock. Your pussy wet and ready for Big Drip.

You pushed back, the both of them gasping as the fat cockhead sunk in.

“Heard you all the time. Whimper. Cry. Beg. Temptress.”

“I’ve never been a quiet girl.” she joked. “Witches used to curse my mouth gone all the time.”

Ogrum hitched forward, meeting your languid free fall on his attractive cock. The size of it smothering your inner walls with its all-compassing meat and girth. Once she was halfway, the shape of it bulged against your stomach. The shape of Big Drip clear and kinky through your skin. It was a good thing she was a wichelen, body-adjusting charms accessible to you, or otherwise they’d have a problem.

And why wasn’t charming considered one of the three witching arts? It should. She’d charmed a minotaur into falling for you. And that had to count for something.

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a-n-snow · 8 months

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Requests open

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dispixworksfan99 · 1 year

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The Minotaur's Heir (Wreck-It Ralph x Merida)

In the wooden four poster king sized bed of a glorious stone castle, a handsome brown minotaur laid on his back as he gazed lustfully and lovingly at his beautiful wife; a woman with pale-fair skin, blue eyes, and curly wild red hair. The minotaur, known as Ralph, watched with a lustful gaze as his wife, Merida, bounced up and down on his thick, long, magnificent cock. She moaned in pleasure as she felt his huge and glorious balls slap against her arse as his cock filled her deeply, causing a bulge in her lower stomach; her loving the feeling as her tongue stuck out in lust, letting her husband know that his cock filling her deeply made her lust for him. Merida then lowered herself, her hands on Ralph's muscular chest and her breasts jiggling towards his mouth almost tempting him to suckle them as he imagined her tits swollen and heavy with milk.

"Oohhhh, my sweet husband," Merida moaned. "Fill me. Fill me with your glorious sperm. Give me a child! Make me your breeder." She felt herself about to come, about to soak his glorious cock. Ralph then placed his hands on her arse, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and quick. "Oh, my beautiful wife. My one and only. Soak my cock. Claim me as yours!" Ralph moaned, feeling her walls clench. Merida then felt her lady honey soak her husband's wonderful cock all the way down to his balls.

Even as Merida was lifted from her husband's cock, she saw that it was still hard and erect; Meaning that he'd hadn't released yet. Ralph then gently turned her over so her head now laid on the pillows and he was above her. He bent low to kiss her deeply, their tongues teasing each other. The tip of his cock rubbing against her breasts and leaking precum while his large balls rubbed her wet womanhood. Merida moaned at the feeling of the tip rubbing against her tits and marking her. Ralph stopped kissing her, her lips a bit swollen.

He then gazed at the sight of the tip of his glorious cock rubbing between his wife's gorgeous tits, the tip near her mouth. As if he was tempting her to suck the tip, Merida then teasingly licked it; licking the salty precum. 'Such a beautiful little breeder. Teasing me,' he thought. Almost prompting Ralph to want his wife to take his cock into her mouth and throat and suck him deeply, but he had other plans.

He then slowly dragged his cock towards her heavenly center, it dripping with honey and ready and slicked up. Ralph then gently slipped the tip into her sweet little hole, the nectar providing fantastic lube. Merida felt an incredible pleasure surge through her body as she then moaned to the heavens, feeling her hips thrust forward and prompting her beastly lover to go deeper. Hearing her plees, Ralph granted his wife's desire, slowly thrusting his cock deeper into her slick core.

"Oohhhh, breed me. Breed me like the beautiful cow I am, my love." Merida moaned, "Make other men know that I belong to you." Her words made Ralph thrust harder and groan at the thought of being protective of his mate. But her liking him being protective of her turned him on even more. "I bet you'd love to try and make me jealous, my mama cow. Love for me to let other men know you're mine," Ralph moaned, thrusting harder as Merida moaned louder and her tongue stuck out in pleasure. "Love for me to show you that only you can take my cock fully." His thrusts now reaching the deepest parts of his wife, including her g-spot and lower stomach, causing a pleasurable bulge to form that she loved so much. Loving to be filled heavy.

"I'll fill you deep with seed, my sweet. Make sure you're good and filled. I'll give you as many beautiful calves as you want. Make you the most beautiful mama cow in the world," Ralph moaned, his thrusts becoming more quick and sloppy, which indicated that he was about to come at any time. Merida felt her walls once again clench tightly around his magnificent shaft. She felt his huge balls slap against her inner thighs sloppily and loved being filled so full with his large and thick cock; It made her feel sore, but in an amazing and sexy way. "Such a beautiful sight: My sweet little mate milking my cock," Ralph moaned again, feeling his wife's sweet nectar once again coat his cock. Merida moaned just at how deeply full she felt, knowing that her beastly husband would be filling her with a huge load or two, even possibly giving her a beautiful little calf.

"Fill me deep, my hot stud of a husband." Merida moaned, "Mark me as your breeding cow." She then let out what sounded like a moo. Ralph gave one final thrust, his large balls now flush against her womanhood. He then let out a grunt and a moo of pleasure as his seed then poured deep inside his little cow's womb, filling her with pleasure and causing her stomach to bulge; marking that only she could fully take her beastly stud's cock whole. Ralph then bent low again, kissing his wife deeply as she kissed him back, his cock continuing to fill her deeply as their tongues engaged in a dance. Merida wrapped her legs around his waist, keeping him locked in.

This would be quite the next few days.

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