#gender minotaur

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Diane Ehrensaft: There was a child, sitting there, wearing essentially basketball uniform, head to toe. Not a Warriors, but a basketball uniform. Came into my office and I greeted them, then they twirled around and had a long, blonde braid with a pink bow at the bottom, and then twirled around again and said to me, "you see, I'm a Prius." I said, "uh huh." She- they said, "yes, I'm boy in the front, and I'm a girl in the back. So, I'm a hybrid." I went, okay, we got gender hybrids. Then I started meeting a whole bunch of gender hybrids. And so, we have the gender prius, we have the gender minotaur, now, I use that term, nobody came in to me and said "I'm a gender minotaur." But what they did come in to me and say is, "I'm one thing on the top, and another thing on the bottom." And often that was to explain away their genitalia. And most of the kids who were gender minotaurs love mermaids. And we actually have a lot of mermaid books. Cause if you think about it, it works.

If you ever feel stupid, remember that this woman has tenure and is allowed to prescribe drugs.

Notice too how completely dependent upon stereotypes this whole thing is. Baseball uniform = boy, pink braid = girl. You can't be a girl with long hair who likes sports, or a boy who plays baseball and likes braids and ribbons. They use big words and high academic notions to obfuscate that their ideas are really just that ridiculous and superficial.

This woman is dangerous, and her license needs to be revoked.

[redlegumes]

My spouse just sent me this and I was like 'oh hey that's me'

And then I found this Gravity Falls gif...

So this is just who I am now

Context they sent for the text

Under 'Gender Hybrids' - the Gender Minotaur

[redlegumes]

I present femme but would love to have my prosthetic on (pretty much all the time) but am always concerned about safety and optics

This makes me so happy. Like there are people who would actively support that presentation? Literally crying a lil rn

i think cis girls can have a packer as a treat

[deunmiu-dessie]

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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[biscuitdragonwithastick]

Minotaur Ranch

cw: cnc, dubious consent, monster fucking, bestiality(?)

Based on the Eggpregtober Fic 3

I keep imagining what it'd be like to work on a Minotaur Ranch.

The beasts mostly keep to themselves, grazing the fields and laying around in the shade. They can act real cute with you sometimes. Nuzzling into your palm when you scratch their head just right. Mooing impatiently to be let out after being cooped up at night. It's easy to forget they're running on primal instinct until one shoved you against a wall and rips through your pants.

That's when you remember the rules of the ranch: Don't pet the Minotaur, Don't feed the Minotaur, and Don't ever present your ass to a Minotaur.

You hadn't thought these rules were that important.

How could you have known that petting and rubbing their bodies with soothing touches would be seen as an act of submission. It never would have occurred to you that feeding them a bit of your lunch every once in a while would be seen as a sign of courtship.

And when you turned around to pick up some equipment off the floor, how could you foreseen that the bull behind you would take it as a sign you were in heat.

Muscular hands hold you off the ground. As your legs dangle below you, you feel the wet muzzle of your Minotaur lick into your neck. It's meant to be a soothing gestures as he lines his bovine cock against your opening, but all you feel is terror at the rough fucking about to take place.

You've seen the ways the Minotaur's fight each other in the fields. It's part of their DNA to show dominance to the weak. You've heard of monster "bitching" before, and you know it's supposed to be an act of ferocious claiming meant to humiliate a subservient other.

You close your eyes, waiting for the pain of being split on Minotaur cock, but instead yelp as they pull you up further off the ground and lick you. Their tongue is long, wet and thick, thicker than a human cock. You can't help but moan as it breaches your hole. That only seems to encourage it, roughly thrusting it's tongue into you as deep as it can go. You writhe in its grip. At the angle its holding you, you can look down and see its tongue pushing your skin taut.

Once it's satisfied you've been opened enough it moves you down, back over its cock and thrusts inside. It doesn't hurt. It's so gentle with you, fucking you like it knows you weren't built for the full force of a Minotaur's strength. You clench down as you cum from the treatment. It bellows loud and low at how good you feel.

It fucks you against the wall like that. Slowly rocking forward into your human frame You can't help but imagine if you had been any other Minotaur. Would it have fucked you harder? Or was Minotaur mating far softer than you gave them credit for? You'll have to answer those questions later. Right now, you just want to focus on your next orgasm.

You know its close when it starts to breathe heavier and thrust a little faster. Wet slapping sounds fill the air as its balls hit your thighs. In one final thrust, it groans and hot cum fills you. You can feel its balls draw up behind you. You didn't realize how long a Minotaur could cum until minutes passed and you were still being filled. Most of it has pooled between your legs and onto the floor, but your bulging tummy is aching from what little can fill it.

But you love it. You loved being bred by your bull. You wished you could be fucked over and over again just like this.

As it pulls out of you and holds you limp in its grasp, it hands you over to another Minotaur. The whole herd had watched you be claimed, now they think your a mare in heat. You can't blame them. As you spread your legs for the next bull, you think about how good it is to work on a Minotaur ranch.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

In The Minotaur's Maze

Male Minotaur Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Violently painful noncon, mild bleeding from sex, size difference, belly bulge from massively huge dick, mild mention of musk, stalking, kidnapping, general yandere behavior) Word Count: 980 (Tried to make a drabble, failed again with a mini-fic instead. Oops. This is one of my very few works, so far, that is technically fanfiction as Asterion is the canon name of the Minotaur in Greek mythology.)

You were a talented explorer seeking ancient relics for fame and fortune.

You used a combination of minor magic to speak to the dead and serious investigation to discern the location of the fabled Minotaur labyrinth.

It was deep within an enchanted cave system that in many ways served as an extension of the maze hidden away within.

You carefully navigated the treacherous caves until you came upon the secret entrance. You placed your hand in the middle of a smooth wall and uttered the magic incantation.

The wall dissolved in a flash of light, and you stepped through the entrance as the stone reformed behind you. This was it. You were in the maze proper. What secrets lie ahead?

Of course, you knew the legends of Asterion the Minotaur, but he had been slain in them. And nothing could live so long anyway, especially without food.

You navigated the stone corridors easily. Despite their age, they still looked brand new. As you continued on, you occasionally heard what sounded like hooves plodding along behind you.

You pushed it from your mind. Your imagination was playing tricks.

As you stepped around a corner, you came to a wooden door and opened it. When you stepped through, gone were the twisting stone paths filled with the scent of earth.

Instead, there was an ancient style dwelling overlooking some farmland growing a variety of trees, bushes, and vines.

The door you had come through was still behind you, you closed it and from this side it looked like a door to a shed. So the labyrinth had pocket dimensions… You had heard about them in passing. You wondered how large it was. The realm may look like an idyllic farm on earth, but if you went far enough away, you'd surely hit an invisible wall.

Perhaps the door to the house would lead further into the dungeon.

As you got closer, you realized how large it was. When you pushed the big door open, it actually was a house. Albeit with furniture that was made for someone very large.

Suddenly, you felt a hot breath at your neck. You turned to find the very large, naked Minotaur staring down at you. He was a hairy wall of muscle. One with the head of a bull, complete with metal tipped horns. His legs were covered in dark fur and ended in large hooves, and his full nutsack dangled beneath a frighteningly large prick.

Before you could react, the Minotaur grabbed you and pulled off all your clothing.

You had no idea how Asterion could have survived all this time. He had been killed!

But apparently, he hadn't gotten the memo.

In the past, he had consumed most humans that wandered into his labyrinthine prison, but you were bravely entering his home, his nest.

You weren't cowering like the old sacrifices. Well, you weren't before he grabbed you anyway.

That, combined with him being in rut and driven insane by thousands of years of isolation, made him not consider you as a meal for even a moment. You were firmly in the mate category in his brain.

So small and cute.

You writhed and fought to get out of his grasp but he ignored your greatest efforts as if they were nothing.

Asterion licked at your face as you pleaded with him to let you go.

He couldn't understand your language but he could guess at their meaning.

But he had no intention of ever letting this new mate of his go.

He tossed you down on the bed and you now saw what he intended to do.

His hard cock now at full arousal, as large and thick as a man's arm.

"No no no! Pleasepleasenono!!!" Your words blended together in a garbled panic as his musk hit your nose, sharp and dominating.

The only preparation your entrance received was a few gobs of slimy Minotaur saliva before he slammed inside you.

You shrieked.

It felt as though your entrance was on fire. As if it was being ripped apart.

With every thrust you shuddered in pain and sobbed. Nearly incoherent cries for mercy dribbled from your lips and fell on deaf ears.

You felt so warm and tight around him. This was just what he needed. Surely you had been sent to Asterion in his time of need by the gods. They finally, after eons, granted him mercy in the form of your insides.

So pliant to his girthy cock. Every time he dove back into you the outline could be seen in your stomach.

Tears streamed down your face as you silently wept, no longer able to scream or even babble your silly little pleas for it to stop.

Asterion wished he could tell you how well you were doing. That you were such a good cow for him. That you fit his cock so perfectly.

But he couldn't, so instead settled for licking and nibbling at your neck before wiping your tears away with his broad tongue.

With a final thrust he filled your belly visibly cum.

When he pulled out a torrent of his seed rushed down your thighs, it had noticeable streaks of pink from bleeding. You were such a fragile little thing compared to him.

He hadn't been able to hold back since that was the first time he had ever sought release inside of someone before, but he made note to be more careful.

Even though the breeding had stopped you were helpless. Broken. At least for the moment. You still cried silently, feeling utterly invaded and defiled.

Asterion took the time to lick you completely clean before laying down beside you and holding you close, spooning you with his mighty arm as you shook beneath it.

You came here to explore the deepest reaches of the maze... but had your deepest reaches explored instead...

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 9 (Glory Hole)

Kink: Glory Hole

Pairing: M!Minotaur x GN!Reader

Other Kinks: Deepthroating, Cum Swallowing

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1174 words

Kinktober Masterlist

Good thinking to bring a pillow.

It’s the first thought you have, stepping into the booth. The cheap shag carpet is deceptively uncomfortable, recently vacuumed and cleaned, but clearly haphazardly thrown over some concrete. You could only imagine the state of your knees if you hand’t brought something from home

You set up in front of the hole, marveling at the circumference of it. The company that set up these discreet meet ups had promised privacy, but you’re pretty sure even with a cock through it you would be able to peer through the other side. It’s as big as if you made a circle with your own two hands, surely that’s an oversight-

You hear the door open on the side of the hole, pulling your face back from the opening and adjusting yourself. There's the sounds of shuffling on the other side, including the undoing of a belt and the clopping of hooves.

All you know of your partner is that he’s a minotaur. You weren’t sure why they had disclosed it to you, but a secretary had implied it was so you sort of knew what to expect. Given that you had never slept with a minotaur before, it really didn’t tell you much.

“Um, is anyone there?” A sweet, country voice asks through the wall. The voice is deep but airy, surprisingly polite for the situation you are in.

“Yep, I’m here.” You wave to no one. “Nice to meet you.”

“Oh! Uh-h, nice to meet you too.” The twang in his voice is adorable and in your mind's eye you imagine a bashful man, with shaggy fur and big horns. “So, do we just get..started?”

“I think so.” You giggle. “I’m all ready if you are,” you drop your voice to a lulling purr, “-big boy.”

The shuddering breath behind the wall is, the sounds of jeans being hastily pushed off tells you that you succeeded in setting the mood. Good, you had been a little nervous yourself, but wanted to help the guy along. You wiggle your hips excitedly, nails digging into the palms of your hand. Drool has already begun collecting in your mouth, the thought of dick sending a tingle down your spine.

But even those horny imaginations couldn’t have prepared you for the enormous cock that comes through the hole.

You gape at it, noticing it was just thick enough to comfortably fit through. From an eyeball approximation it was about 9 inches long, a square-shaped head already beading with precum. It stops just before hitting your nose.

“Wow.” You involuntarily whisper, quickly squirting lube into your palms as you stare at the beast. “Your dick is huge.”

“R-really?” That shy voice perks up. “Thank you.”

Your fascination makes you bold, your lubed up hand quickly grabbing the base of his cock. A yelp can be heard from behind the while, his dick twitching in your grip. That bead of precum drips down, gliding back down his shaft.

You lick your lips, already feeling a pleasant burn stoke in the pit of your stomach.

One hand isn’t big enough to wrap around his shaft, but you grip your fingers tight and slowly stroke the first 2 inches out of the glory hole. You hear another shuddering sigh, blood pulsing under your palm.

Holy shit, he isn’t even fully hard yet.

You stare in awe as the cock stiffens in your grip. The sound of lube squelches as you slowly jerk his cock up and down, admiring the thick veins that run underneath. The heavy breaths of your minotaur partner are quick and full of whines. You can imagine him with his hips pressed up against the wall, maybe even resting his palms on it.

“Fuck.” That sweet voice moans. It makes you smile, your abdomen clenching as more precum gushes from his slit.

You wrap your other hand around the shaft, not only to help you stroke but to stabilize yourself as you press your lips against his shiny head. The cock twitches again, the flat of your tongue licking up the slit. You emphasize a moan, hoping he hears it through the wall, thinks of it like you do his.

I’m gonna make you feel good, big guy.

You open your mouth wide and begin slowly deepthroating him. The girth is already enough to fill your mouth, not leaving much room for you to lather your tongue across the skin as you go down. But you try anyway, encouraged by his sweet words and even sweeter cum.

“S-shit, that feels amazing.”

“F-fuck. Your mouth is..incredible.”

“How are you doing that?”

You pat yourself on the back, having gotten a full six inches into your mouth before reaching your limit. Tears bubble at the sides of your eyes, but the pulsing in your lower half makes it so worth it. You continue stroking his first couple of inches, speeding up as you let him just rest in your mouth. You can feel his cock throbbing inside, can imagine your cute minotaur biting his lip with every faltered groan.

It's then that you start licking your tongue up and down, bobbing your throat at a comfortable speed. The noises the minotaur makes are heavenly in response, a deep throated groan and a muttered “Holy shit.”

“I w-wish I could see you.” The minotaur stutters, southern twang now rough and raspy. “Bet you look so cute, mouth full of my-” He takes in another deep breath, “-cock.” He all but gasps. You had pulled back till only the first 2 inches remained and then shoved yourself down. A tease he clearly enjoyed.

You agree, you wish you could see what facial expressions he was making. You bet they were adorable.

“I’m close.” He whispers. You had ascertained, given the way he had begun matching your pace with tiny throst of his own, stll polite enough to not fully face fuck you. “C-can I come in your mouth?” You nod, hoping he can feel it through his cock. You think you can hear him mutter a “Thank you” almost to himself.

You help him chase his high, jerking him off with a fast pace and sloppily lapping your tongue around his shaft. His head pounds against the end of your throat, enough that full tears track down your face.

“Fuck!” The minotaur shouts, your last warning before he unloads into your mouth. Hot sprts shoot down your throat, enough to fill your mouth. Streams of it leak out between your lips, his cock pulsing for at least 15 seconds.

You pull off with a pop, emphasizing the swallowing sound of the near quart of cum he poured into your mouth.

The two of you pant, you're sure he rests his head against the wall.

That knot is still tied tight in your gut, when your phone dings.

It's the company you purchased through. Apparently, if both parties consented, they offer a discount for one of their shared rooms to meet up.

No hesitation, you press ‘yes’

[shroomdreams]

What Happens In The Labyrinth…

M!Minotaur x GN!Reader

NSFW

CW: gender neutral reader, reader is depicted with a vagina (clit, cunt, pussy used), fingering, usage of magic, first time, p in v, cumming inside, impregnation, petnames (little sparrow) A/N: minotaurs are hot ok? 1.7k words

The first time you met the minotaur, you were a green adventurer who had been abandoned by their previous group, thought to be a burden on resources. Instead of sleeping bodies, you were met with an empty campsite with a snuffed out campfire. You had a moment to cry before picking up your sword and following the trail out of the forest. With each step, you took a moment to assess the situation as you unknowingly approach the Labyrinth in the woods.

Looking up at the tall walls that block out the sky, you remember that this is the place where you team was headed. The job you were assigned was to merely speak with the minotaur so there wouldn’t be any further issues for the new wizard tower being constructed near his home. However, with how brazen your ex-companions were, you aren’t entirely sure if they would be the diplomatic types… And sure enough, you saw the telltale signs of battle around the entrance of the Labyrinth, the ground singed with arcane fire and broken arrows littered around the space.

However, standing near the doorway was the minotaur himself. A bull with sleek, black fur and brilliant horns, the minotaur was a silent figure with an intimidating aura. He huffs when you walk into view, his tail flicking in annoyance. “Another one sent to drive me out of the labyrinth, hm?” He cocks an eyebrow as he speaks, his baritone voice sending shivers down your spine. Shaking your head, you merely bow.

“No, sir. I was just looking for where my companions went. Though judging by the signs around this space, I can hazard a guess they were here before.” You lift your head after you reply, looking him in the eye. “I assume they did not inform you of why they were here?” At his gruff “no,” you sigh in exasperation. No doubt the party decided to flee, either to blame you or to claim they have failed the mission. “We were sent to inform you that the Imperial Wizard wishes to construct a tower in the area. His royal highness hopes to not disturb you or those living in the forest, and merely wants for your blessing.”

The minotaur stares at you, and sweat begins building at the back of your neck. Though you don’t doubt the strength of the minotaur or your party, you’re still quite new and lack the proper experience in a fight. Maybe you’d be lucky enough to flee if the minotaur decides you’re easy pickings? Before you could contemplate your options the minotaur nods.

“I will allow the construction of the Wizard’s tower.”

In your inexperience, you beam up at him, brimming with happiness.

“On one condition.”

You droop, and the minotaur chuckles. Cheeks flush in embarrassment of your transparency. Suddenly, the minotaur walks up to you and lifts your chin up, forcing you to look at him.

“I’ve been in need of someone to bear a calf for me… Not a lot of minotaurs come around here, I’m sure you know.” The words ignite a strange sort of heat between your legs. “I’m getting old, and this labyrinth will need someone to take care of it once I return to the Fields. If his royal highness is able arrange a volunteer to carry my heir, then I will give him my blessing.”

Maybe you’re overthinking things. Maybe he’s just bluffing. But the hand that holds you gently caresses your cheek, and you think you see his breathing shift just the tiniest bit.

“A-and… Does it have to be another minotaur?” You shyly ask.

“Magic can do so much, little sparrow. Even species deemed incompatible may be blessed with a child if done right…” The minotaur whispers into your ear.”Human, elf, dwarf… As long as they are willing, I will take care of everything.”

Biting your lip, you bat your eyelashes and try your best to put on the charm, however useless that is. “Then… Do you mind making a calf right now?” You cringe a little at the words spilling from your mouth, wondering if such a phrase would kill the mood.

Instead, the minotaur seems appreciative, gently pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Come along,” he says, holding your hand as you walk into the depths of the labyrinth…

“Mmmmmh! Oh gods…!”

Breathy moans filled the intimate space, your hands struggling to stifle the lewd noises trying so hard to escape from you. Within the minotaur’s private quarters, sectioned away from the perilous challenges of the Labyrinth, the two of you had began the process of what he called the Spawning Rite. Under the guidance of the fertility god, the minotaur needed to prepare your body before he could sow his seed. To do so, he had his fingers breaching your most private areas, massaging your gummy walls and drooling cunt with ease. Arousal soaks his digits as he mooed in approval, watching the crest appear where your womb would be located. Short breaths puff out as he removes his fingers, spreading your labia and watching you clench around nothing.

“There you go, little sparrow. You’re ready for me now.”

Through the haze of lust clouding your vision, you can help but let out a moan at the sight of his magnificent cock. The whole time he was stoic, so you thought he wasn’t as excited as you were at the prospect of mating. But seeing such a stiff length leaking precum from its tip makes you realize that he was enjoying this as well. Your last coherent thought as the minotaur positions his cockhead near your entrance is perhaps he just wanted a lay.

“Mmmmm-ah! Ah! Oh~”

“Easy, little sparrow… Relax…” The minotaur breathed out, leaning down to nuzzle into your neck.

Every fiber of your being felt like it was being warmed up and turned into a soup of hormones, and you were entirely certainly your brain was leaking from your ears from how intense the stretch felt. Turthfully, you always thought your first time would be with someone with more… appropriate anatomy. However, you quickly dismissed those thoughts as foolish, sobs choked as he slid more of himself inside. The minotaur grunted, letting you hug his cock as you adjusted to his size. There were still a few more inches of him still outside, but he would be lying to himself and the gods if he said you didn’t feel heavenly…

“Just a few more, little sparrow… Mmph…” He panted, reaching down to thumb your clit. You wailed at the sudden stimulation, throwing your to your pillow as he coaxed himself further inside. It felt like you were going to die from how full everything felt, and you fear you may pass out from the intensity of it all. Still, you had a promise to keep, and you weren’t about to get out of this without at least one orgasm! So you took deep breaths, clinging onto the minotaur like a lifeline as you willed your body to accept the intrusion.

Eventually, your mouth hangs open as you panted, legs twitching as the minotaur fully sheathes himself inside you. He leans down so press gentle kisses to your cheek, thumbs rubbing small circles on your hips to add to your comfort. “Are you… hah… Are you okay?” He asks, wiping away the sweat building on your forehead. You nod in response, feeling your body start to relax. The press of his cock against your walls has you whimpering, hips bucking up in an attempt to get him moving. Thankfully, the minotaur gets the message. He draws his hips back ever so gently, shallow thrusts at first, setting a gentle rhythm that has you keening for more.

At some point his thrusts grow heavy, his pelvis smacking against you, your pussy gushing from the stimulation. “Ah…! Ahh! Ahhhh, pl-please!” You whimpered, nails digging into his back. The minotaur grunts, spurred by your pleasure as he quickens his pace. The smell of sin fills the room as the crest on your body glows, increasing the lust tenfold. Ever fiber of your being is set alight as he sets your legs on his shoulders, pressing his body down while bullying his cock deeper inside. Combined with his length, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, you didn’t last for long. Suddenly, your back arches as your walls tightly squeeze around the minotaur’s dick, lewd fluids clinging to the fur on his pelvis while a creamy ring forms around the base of his cock.

“B-By the gods… I can’t hold it any longer…!” The minotaur groans out, his hips thrusting in an irregular rhythm. Within your warmth you felt his length harden, a sure sign that he’s about to reach his high. You squeeze him as best you could- “Hnnnngh!” He draws his length out and then-

SMACK!

“HaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!~”

Thick, creamy streams of white coat your walls, the minotaur sinfully pressing himself deeper into your warmth while you cum for the second time. Clear liquids spurt from where you’re connected, soaking the minotaur’s fur as you pant, out of breath from your high. The minotaur groans as he grinds against you, his cock still twitching from the simulation. When you whimper and drag your hands against his back, the minotaur takes it as his sign to remove himself from your hole.

He sits back to admire his work. Your face, dazed from pleasure, while his seed leaks from your hole. To his delight, the crest glows brighter than ever. “The… hah… The rite worked. In due time, our calf will be growing within you.” He nuzzles your cheek, his hand gently rubbing your stomach. You giggle deliriously, but you understand that he’s happy. Later on, your dare not mention the whole ordeal to his royal highness when he asks you how you managed to convince the minotaur, raising a brow when you murmur something about a calf.

In some odd months later, you give birth to a healthy minotaur calf, fulfilling the deal you made with their father. Of course you stayed to raise your child, and it helps that his father quite the conversationalist. By the time the Wizard Tower had reached completion, your son took over as the Labyrinth keeper, while his siblings wrestle in the fields and boast of the feats they’ll accomplish when they’re older. The minotaur holds you close, fondly nuzzling your cheek as you giggle.

[theres-a-body-here]

HAPPY TRANS VISIBILITY DAY TO ALL MONSTERFUCKERS

Male!Minotaur x FTM!Reader

TW: Dysphoria, Fluff

As you gaze at yourself in the bathroom mirror, your hands glide over your nude figure. A sigh escapes your lips as your fingers graze over your belly, tracing its gentle curves. Your gaze drifts towards your...

Wrong... You felt all wrong.

A void emptied into your chest as you felt yourself stretch into a shadow along the wall. The scars on your chest opened up like earth, maggots spilling out.

Nothing was yours anymore, not even your body.

Knock Knock

And suddenly you're here again, still numb.

"Hey babe, is everything alright in there?" your minotaur boyfriend asks from behind the closed door.

His deep voice resonates through the wood, his concern palpable.

Silence greets him as he leans against the doorframe, waiting for your response.

"I'm fine," you answer hoarsely after a few seconds, the word cracking midway.

Gently rattling the doorknob, you hear him speak again. "Please, love, open up." He sounds like he's speaking to a startled deer.

You continue to gaze blankly at the twisting knob, rooted to the spot. Hearing him grow more anxious on the opposite side stirs up feelings of guilt within you

"What are you doing? Why didn't you answer me?" He worriedly demands, the knob turning becoming more insistent.

Finally, you gather enough strength to pull the door open.

He almost barges in, relief flooding his features as soon as he sees you standing there. He steps closer, wrapping you in a tight embrace. His warmth seeping into your cold flesh.

Soft whispers peppered with concern fill the space between you as he holds you close, gently rocking your frame in reassurance.

"Baby please, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

As you rest your head on his broad chest, you feel his muscles ripple beneath your cheek. Your voice is soft, almost a whisper.

"I felt off...again"

He strokes your hair comfortingly, squeezing you tighter. A low grumble leaves him as he finally takes note of your nudity and then the mirror.

Of course.

"Again?" He asks sympathetically, rubbing circles onto your bare back. "Did something trigger it this time?"

A choked sob tears free from your throat as you nestle further into his warm muscular frame, seeking refuge in his embrace. Your muffled whimpers barely discernible against his thick coat.

"Shh, shh," he murmurs soothingly against your hair. "Don't force yourself to talk about it if you don't want to."

He scoops you off the ground like a child and carries you to the plush mattress of your shared bed, gently placing you under the covers.

Carefully climbing in beside you, pulling you close until your bodies fit perfectly together—he nuzzles into your neck offering tender kisses across your cheekbones.

He murmurs sweet affirmations between butterfly kisses on your skin, "You're so fucking handsome, baby." His breath hot on your flesh. "My sexy, handsome boyfriend." He continues.

A fresh round of tears streams down your cheeks. God, it feels good hearing those words escape someone else's lips besides your own. It reminds you you're still human. Still loved and valued by at least one soul on this earth.

And right now, you needed that reminder desperately.

Sniffling, you lean into him, relaxing slowly—soaking up his praises.

"I love you," you whisper brokenly, clutching him tightly as if he might disappear if you let go.

"I love you too," he replies earnestly, returning your grip with equal pressure.

[biomecharnotaurus]

What the fuck do you mean Kyle can just go airborne and drop bombs as he flies. THERE ARE TWO TANKS IN THIS GAME, ONE IS A CYBORG COW-MAN AND THE OTHER ONE CAN TURN HIMSELF IN TO A FUCKING BOMBER??????????

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

[ Source: https://www.apa.org/pubs/books/The-Gender-Affirmative-Model-Chapter-1-Sample.pdf ]

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Also:

A Chief psychologist at a California children's hospital has claimed children can identify as 'gender minotaurs'.

Dr. Diane Ehrensaft is the director of mental health and chief psychologist at the UCSF Benioff Children's Hospital gender development center. 

Her research focuses on the effects of puberty blockers and hormones on children. 

First reported by Fox News, Ehrensaft has made claims that children can identify as gender hybrids, which include  'gender minotaur'.

The Minotaur, in Greek mythology, was a creature which had the body of a man but the head of a bull. 

In a list of terms published by Ehrensaft, in a paper titled The Gender Affirmative Model, she refers to different ways in which children have described themselves. 

One of these included 'gender minotaur', which is described as being a descriptor for a child who sees themselves as one gender on top, and another on their bottom half.  

Other claims made by the psychologist include what she describes as a 'gender prius'.

This label is said to have been explained to her by a child who looked like a boy at the front, but had a long braid tied in their hair with a pink bow. 

According to the paper, the child said: 'You see - I'm a Prius, a boy in the front, a girl in the back. A hybrid.' 

Other terms include a 'gender smoothie' which is described as a variation of being gender fluid. 

One teenager described it to Ehrensaft as: 'You take everything about gender, throw it in the blender, press the button, and you’ve got me—a gender smoothie.'

Another term shared by Ehrensaft is 'gender tesla' which she describes as a transgender state some children reach after being gender hybrid. 

Ehrensaft had previously told a 2018 talk held at the San Francisco Public Library: 'I totally agree we are in the midst of a gender revolution and the children are leading it. 

'It's a wonderful thing to see. And it's also humbling to know [children] know more than we do about this topic of being gender expansive.'

Ehrensaft believes that transgenderism is derived from a 'gender web' which is influenced by culture, upbringing and nature.   

During the talk in 2018, Ehrensaft discussed a conversation she had with a 7-year-old that there can be 'gender minotaurs'.

She also said: 'I started meeting a whole bunch of other gender hybrids. And so we have the gender prius, we have a gender minotaur.

'And most of the kids who are gender minotaurs love mermaids. So make sure you have a lot of mermaid books. If you really you think about it, it works.'

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Today the American Psychological Association taught me that "gender" is when you take a Buzzfeed quiz about whether you're a Monica, a Rachel or a Phoebe, and when it turns out you're more of a Rachel, you "identify" as rachelgender and change your pronouns to rach/rachself.

The same people who insist that sex is "too complicated" want to make sure you know the simplicity of "gender prius(es)," "gender tootsie roll pops" and "gender minotaurs," and that if you don't respect these identities, you can only be a transphobic bigot.

When believers themselves describe their gods as incoherent, we're justified in concluding they don't exist. When activists themselves describe "gender" as a dumpster fire of utter nonsense, we're justified in concluding that it doesn't exist, either.

Children don't always have the language to explain their feelings or their personalities, and when they hear the word "gender," they attribute everything about themselves to it, and are encouraged to do so by cult members roleplaying as health professionals. If you switch the word "gender" to "feelings" in the above, it makes much more sense. A trained mental health professional - or at least one who is not herself insane - should be able to figure this out, rather than funnel children's clumsy language into her revolutionary ideology.

These people are unserious lunatics who should be kept far away from children, and we should treat them as such.

[secondbeatsongs]

can someone with an artistic eye tell me if this minotaur's arm looks weird?

or like? if he just looks weird in general?

I couldn't find a good minotaur svg, so I made my own from a bunch of different svgs, and I can't tell if it's going well

[sherbettoons]

My extremely late pride month art, ft. my new sona Kipper

[deunmiu-dessie]

monster!boyfriend who acts tough but is actually shy and gets flustered around you easily. monster!boyfriend who's scared you'll leave him for someone else, someone human. monster!boyfriend who's clingy and whiny, showering you with affection, nuzzling your neck with sweet kisses. monster!boyfriend who's afraid of accidentally hurting his little human so he handles you like glass. monster!boyfriend who would give you the world if you asked. ˙◠˙

monster!boyfriend who's afraid of hurting you with his thick cock. monster!boyfriend who takes his time, slowly sliding into you inch by inch. monster!boyfriend who becomes completely entranced by the sensation of you clenching around him. monster!boyfriend who uses you like his personal sexy toy. monster!boyfriend who pumps you full of his thick cum for the third time that night. ˙ᵕ˙

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[clover-mouse]

A bit of an older drawing that I still really enjoy of my D&D character, Gilroy! He's a minotaur bard/monk (depending on what works best for the setting) and despite having him for years, I've never been able to play him in a game u_u </3

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

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