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werecreature-addicted · 3 days ago
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Getting emotional thinking about ex-bullfighter Minotaur with his little baby. Just a small little calf who climbs on all over him and uses his arms to hang off like a jungle gym. She's the only person in the world allowed to touch his broken horn because even though it hurts he can never say no to his baby. She isn't scared of his towering frame because of course not! That's her Papa!!! She looks at his scared face all she sees is love.
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slightly-knot-insane · 2 days ago
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Under Your Cold Fingertips
[ m!monster x fem!reader ]
a/n: bodyguard x protégée, fluff and smut, forbidden romance content: nsfw, oral (male and female receiving), p in v, pulling out
"I must rest here a moment, mistress."
The hollow sound of his voice under the helmet is very quiet. He's been walking next to your horse for a while, limping, but insisting he is fine. The snow gathered on his armor and his gray horns were decorated with little crystals.
"Of course!" You hastily unmount, sensing he is unwell.
His armor loudly clanks as he almost falls on the steps beneath the abandoned gate. You hear him breathe heavily and hot. As you look back the way you came, you see droplets of blood branding his every footstep.
"You are badly hurt!" you shout. "You fool, why didn't you tell me?"
He remains silent, his hot breath creating a fog around his head. Maybe you're imagining, but he looks like he's... shaking? Gods...
"Quickly, let's undress you," you order him and kneel in front of him.
"M-mistress..." his metal gauntlets clink as he jerks his arms upwards in shock. "What are you doing? You'll get dirty."
"Shut up," you retort. "I can wash my clothes and shoes. But I can't revive my most loyal bodyguard, can I?"
He doesn't say anything and let's you untie his boots. Meanwhile, he carefully releases buckles below his chin. He removes his helmet slowly but the metal still scrapes against his horns. He is a bit pale and has dark rings surround his eyes. If his sclera wasn't black, you're sure you would see how very bloodshot they are.
You suck air between your teeth. "Your bandages are soaked!" Trying not to harm him further, you carefully start unwrapping the bloodied material.
"Mistress, please! This is highly inappropriate."
You just shoot him a furious glance to shut him up. You barely know anything about wounds or treating them, but the gash is long and bleeding heavily. "This looks bad...", you utter.
"It's fine, I heal fast—" Without waiting him to finish, you quickly get all the necessary things and with his help clean his wound. He hisses as the disinfectant slides down his skin.
"I'm so sorry," you whisper while dabbing around his wound. "You don't deserve this."
A large calloused palm covers your fingers. He is surprisingly gentle. He... never touched you like this before. "Mistress, your hands are cold." Wrapped by his clawed fingers, he brings your hands closer to his mouth and blows onto them. Warm air as white as fog twirls around your heads.
"I—" You wanted to say something, something funny or friendly probably, maybe even witty, but your mind went blank. Or rather, every sensible thought got pushed back by that one idea.
You push yourself between his legs and kiss him. Too shocked to react, he keeps his mouth open like a fish until he grabs you by your shoulders and shakes you. "What are you doing? You can't... We..." He trails off looking at your lips. "We can't..."
"You're bleeding for me and I can't even kiss you?", you ask in an almost growling tone.
Still slightly shocked, he opens his mouth to speak, reconsiders and kisses you instead, tightly embracing you against his chest. And his hard and cold armor but you don't care. All you want are his warm lips and his tongue to shove itself down your throat. But not only that...
You slide down between his legs again, happy that doesn't have heavy plates on his lower body (even though that proved a wrong choice this morning). You quickly loosen his pants and push your hand inside. "This is wrong," he mutters over and over but does nothing to stop you taking his heavy and strange cock into your hands. You always wondered how it looks like. And tastes like.
You take it into your mouth, followed by his low and breathy fuck, and you hum around it as you use your tongue to explore every part of it. Listening to your guardian's moans makes you wet and your cunt clenches around nothing every time he jerks his hips up and thrusts into your mouth. You lick his phallus all over, sucking his tip and tracing his veins until he grabs your wrists and pulls you on him.
You stand above him, many layers of your dress stopping you to make the next step. You lift your skirts and chemise around your waist. "Forgive me," he says before he rips your undergarments and reaches your pussy. He leans forward and slides his tongue along your folds, his nose digging into your bush and soft tissue. He is growling like a hungry animal, devouring your nectar and you tremble above him, panting and gasping as his tongue finds all your secrets.
He pulls you down, onto his lap and you drop all your skirts onto you two. They hide everything that happens between you two and keep you warm at the same time.
There is a strange expression on his face. "Mistress..."
You kiss him before he says something stupid, and guide his cock inside you. Slight pang of pain causes you discomfort, but you can't help but roll your hips looking for pleasure. His arms are under your chemise and his claws dig into your hips. You moan into each others mouths, your breaths and bodies pushing the cold away. You ride his cock and with his help you feel the pulses of your peak building up.
"I'm close", you sob into his neck and he grabs your ass so that he could lift you and fuck you from below. You breath hitches from the force of his dick digging into your cunt and you quickly come undone. He kisses you, savoring your delight, and slides into your pussy slowly but deliberately, prolonging your orgasm as much as he can. He then pulls you onto his chest and positions himself so that he can push his whole cock into you easily. In and out, in and out, faster and faster.
Some outsider wouldn't see a thing happening hidden under those long and dirty skirts. But you could feel the tension of his muscles and his cock swelling inside you. He suddenly pulls out by lifting you like a child's toy and, with a long groan, he cums all over your thighs.
"I wish I saw your cock twitching and spilling," you say while you lay against his breastplate.
Still breathless, he chuckles, but also groans in discomfort. You finally remember. "Your leg!" You jump off his lap and see his leg bleeding again. "You fool! Why did you put me on your lap."
Completely ignoring your scolding, he pulls you down again and you sit like before, your naked cunt against his groin. "Because I don't care about that pain. I dreamed about this for a long time."
"You dreamed about fucking me outside in the cold?", you jab.
He chuckles. "Not exactly in the cold." He kisses your neck and jaw. "But outside, and inside, and in your bed, and in my bed, and against a wall, and on the table, and on the floor, and against a tree..."
As he names all the places he imagined, your pussy throbs against his muscles. "All that sounds lovely. But let's get your leg fixed first before you bleed to death."
He places his forehead against yours. "At least I would bleed for the most amazing woman in the world."
You hit him in the chest, blush overtaking your cheeks. "Shut up, you... fool."
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monstersflashlight · 2 days ago
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The Minotaurs Toy is AMAZING! When you mentioned employees had to be undressed in order to bathe them, just… so many visuals 😙👌 Do you think you’ll write a future story involving bathing the minotaurs?
A/N: This a continuation of this story.
The minotaur’s toy: promotion
Minotaurs x fem!reader || free use, dub-con, breeding, overstimulation, double penetration, knotting, cum-inflation, sharing is caring
After “the incident” it was clear that they weren’t mindless beasts, they were more bull than human, but they know what they were doing and they had fun with you. And you also confirmed that their dicks felt so good inside of you that you were now addicted. Apparently, their cum could not only help you stretch for their girth, but also heal your abused insides as they fucked you over and over. You didn’t know how much time you spent being their fucktoy, they probably fucked you for hours as all your coworkers watched and laughed at your messy pussy being filled over and over, as your limp body having orgasm after orgasm until you were no more than a hole filled to the brim.
It should have been embarrassing, it should have bothered you, but it didn’t. You didn’t mind everyone knowing how much of a slut you were. It was true after all. Also, after that, you became some kind of legend between your coworkers, and instead of firing you as you feared, they decided to give you a promotion. You were, finally, one of the bath-helpers you wanted to find out more about.
The rumors about the bath-helpers were true, they had to wear tiny bikinis if anything (most of them decided not to wear anything at all) to help the minotaurs during their bath-time. They got them all wet and horny seeing the lush human bodies around them, so most of the time they humans had to kneel before them and receive a couple of cum showers, which they did gladly. But in your case it was… a bit different.
They were so impressed by your breeding performance that they added a few new points to your contract. You were sure none of the other people working there had those clauses, but you didn’t even care as long as you were free to do that, free to be used and fucked every time a minotaur decided. Why would you not be okay to be a free use cum-dump bath-helper? That sounded delicious. Just thinking about it got you wet. It fed right into your obsession with minotaur dick, that got even worse after you tried it. Maybe you were a bit sick, but who cared if you could indulge in your desires and be rewarded for it?
That’s why you found yourself naked and wet, helping a big minotaur wash his body (very thoroughly). He smiled down at you, mooing every time you touched a sensitive spot. He was enjoying himself greatly, and with each caress of your soapy hands against his body, you got wetter and wetter. You were a slut a couldn’t help it, okay? And his knowing smirk was not doing anything to help you with that.
You lowered your hand as soon as you saw his dick getting hard, but you didn’t get enough time to make contact with his erection, he grabbed you by the waist and manhandled (minotaur-handled?) you until you were wrapped around his torso and the tip of his dick was against your dripping hole. He grunted when he lowered your body, entering you in one long thrust that made your eyes roll back into your head and your brain short-circuited. It happened a lot of times already, but you never got fully used to being fucked by them. He settled for a fast and hard pace, bouncing you on his dick like you weighted nothing to his big bulging muscles, and you were over the moon with pleasure already. You liked to be used like that, you liked when they didn’t mind you at all as they got your pleasure out of your tight hole.
Just as the minotaur was starting to thrust erratically indicating that his orgasm was near, you felt a big body covering your back, the tip of a new cock resting against your asshole. They never tried to fuck you in tandem like that, but being the filling in a minotaur sandwich was too good of an idea for you to complain. Not that you could have complained as your brain turned into mush when he started to press into your asshole. The first minotaur stopped, fully stetted inside. You were too stretched to be able to take the second one, but they didn’t care about your comfort, he pushed and pushed until you felt so full you could burst. You groaned and moaned, tiny whimpers escaping you as they (thankfully) let you adapt for a total of ten seconds before they pulled out of you and back inside at the same time. Your cries of pleasure mixed with their grunts.
They started fucking your pussy and ass like machines, making you orgasm in a few thrusts, your body seizing between them. They roared as you twitched around them, your body so stretched it was shutting down your brain completely, you were no better than a mindless fleshlight as they drove into your trembling holes over and over.
Just like the first time, your orgasmed over and over, so close together that you didn’t know if you were coming or not anymore, it was just a long torture of pleasure that left you breathless and limp between them. They didn’t care about the state of your brain, though, they only cared about your holes squeezing them. They forced orgasm after orgasm out of you, chuckling every time you came again, just to grunt when your holes squeezed again.
And when the first one’s knot started to expand, you felt like your soul was leaving your body, transcending into a new dimension. But it didn’t end there, the pressure against the thin wall between them made the second one push as far as he could before you started knotting you, too. You didn’t know what happened next, you only remembered opening your mouth in a silent scream as a wave of blinding pleasure hit you. You passed out, or maybe you didn’t, you could only feel the constant flow of come filling you.
When they pulled back, a gush of cum left your body, your stomach distended and your holes a filthy mess. But they didn’t care… And neither did the two other minotaurs waiting their turn.
You loved your new job.
Please read this for an update in my life and more stories situation.
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lilaccmilk · 1 day ago
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Hear me out! Merman who’s obsessed with thighs bc his people dont really have them
thanks for requesting bae<3 sorry this took so long!!
Two words: thigh fucking.
Nudging his cockhead in between your thighs, asking you to keep them pressed together as he brings himself to climax.
He would be obsessed with eating you out, forcing your to wrap your thighs around his head, lightly nipping your clit while he’s at it.
But teasing is something he loves too. Softly peppering kisses on your things that transition into love bites and marks on your thighs.
Would love fucking you in a position that requires you to wrap your thighs around his waist.
His hands would ALWAYS be on your thighs.
He loves how vibrators make you squirm, your thighs pressing together and all. He had to find another way of making you squirm in public too.
He fucks you right before going where you needed to go, pulls off your panties and keeps them with him. He watches you press your thighs together so as to prevent his cum from leaking out of you.
Overall he is a menace.
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blanchebees · 2 days ago
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Close encounter
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thatnerduknow98 · 6 hours ago
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Baxter brought his bread to the base of where the Butcher brooded.
The pastry purposed to please the pretty and parry her prudent pain-dutied.
For the matron maliced among the village, menacing menial men,
And Baxter the Baker had bent to bring her a beautiful bag of bread.
The woman had went without such wonders e’er woven for her witherin.
So she errored the elegant endeavor as an act of enamor instead.
Captivated by the culinary curiosity, the cunt ceased her chaotic coture.
And instead enticed the etiquette of one who could not endure.
Yet Baxter the Baker was oblivious to the besmooching of Butcher’s bane,
So Butcher belittled the breadery to this blightful little game.
Once a month, Master of Mixing mustered a monument for the maid.
Sheila sought to surrender the sourdough to her side, forever stayed.
One night, the kneader knelt before the naughty name,
And woman wept woes to the wonderful man who washed her war at bay.
Baker bumbled over branches, brought down by the be-foed,
And blessed the blossom’s Butcher with a promise to betrothe.
So Butcher reveled in realization of romance yet to arrive,
And Baker gathered the groomsmen to gawk at the Gretchen’s demise!
He stabbed her with his sharps unsheathed and slashed her scaly sides.
She damned them all to dust-inies as she dwindled to deathly eyes.
Victorious, the vainful varmints veeled to vivid drinks,
But thick in their thirst there thought to be a thrusting think.
Their bodies busted open, blue blossoms bulging their way to the bar’s base,
As Butcher beamed her babies born of heathen men’s embrace!
Alas! Chef’s shrewdness shone in the shadows of his surefire shade.
And beautiful butcher babies beaconed the baker’s brain.
Let this be a lesson to lessening townsfolk all still living.
Avoid the angry and awesome apts of the nearby alien a-giving!
Every so often, the local baker must bake something and personally deliver it to the monster in the woods, and in exchange the monster leaves the village alone. What no one knows is, the monster actually has a huge crush on the baker and needs an excuse to see them.
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starmansdeath · 1 day ago
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For spooky season
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space-dragon14 · 3 days ago
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It's Godzilla Day ! Happy Birthday to The King of the Monsters! This is the first time i've drawn Minus One in digital It felt like the right thing to do, specially with another Yamazaki film on the way
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bugbear55 · 1 day ago
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thinking of my hamilton roots.. i am cringe and i am free (this is NOT my art style this is a JOKE)
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fariswheelsstuff · 8 hours ago
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If this isn’t my love life in the future I don’t want it 😭 I don’t want to date a human I want to date an aggressive creature and scream and I can fix him!
Also new work coming soon!
The only ship dynamic that 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 🖤
Monster X Human
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werecreature-addicted · 7 hours ago
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trans werewolf girl going into heat for the first time. Poor sweetheart whimpering and pawing at herself needing someone to come and breed her puppy cunt. Big bad wolf reduced to a keening mutt, spreading her legs and humping anything she can get her hands on to try and dull the ache. pillows, chairs, smaller wolf girls, nothing is safe until she finally gets pinned down and fucked until she passes out.
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slightly-knot-insane · 1 day ago
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A dog hybrid boyfriend that hates when you change your appearance even the slightest. Cut your hair? No, he doesn't like it. Put on your makeup? No, why are you changing your beautiful face? Do your nails? No, those are not your real nails (although they are good for scratching). Shave your armpits, legs or pubes? Noooooo, why would you do that? Especially to your pubes? He loves when the soft little curls scratch his cheek when he eats you out. And he adores how your pussy is hidden there, all warm and protected. And he loves how even after he fucks you and you shower, he can still smell himself and your arousal mixed together lingering on those curls. And you shave it? Monstrous!
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fhtagn-and-tentacles · 9 hours ago
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THE MAGICIAN
by Midnight
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angstandhappiness · 12 hours ago
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Cute
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some insight on Ba'It Garaang physical development. By 20 years of age they finish their most rapid period of growth and develop their individual "adult" plumage. Ba'It Garaang will continue to slowly grow for the entirety of their life, depending on available resources and their environment.
these weird dogs are from my comic Sacred Bodies!!
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monarobot · 2 days ago
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An idea for a mammalian Godzilla for the big lad’s 70th anniversary! I think the design can be pushed further but I dig the idea. The back plates are inspired on cutaneous horns.
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