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Should I do some short stories? since I can't do the full novel yet

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Been awhile since I posted about my book. So it turns out it's taken alot longer to write than I expected 🤣😭 it will not be getting published *checks notes* last year...its still in the WIP stage. Will self publish eventually. Until then It's going to be posted on Wattpad chapter by chapter.

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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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We're back monster-f*kers, tumblr reviewed and let it stay with a maturity warning 🎉🎉 stay horny my minotaur lovers 😈

Offering to the Minotaur appears to have been deleted by tumblr 😭 RIP my baby you will be fondly remembered *the last post plays on bugle* 🫡 hopefully will try and post again in the future

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1yr blog anniversary

POV smut, vampires, gender neutral reader, bisexual sex-party, BDSM, bondage, blood-play

MDNI

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Vampire suck and fuck orgy where you're the sex-toy and the catering.

Tied up, your holes stuffed with cock, fingers and tongue, your mouth salty with the taste of lips and pussy and cum, every available piece of skin bitten, bruised and bloody.

A vampire's teeth sunk into your throat draining your blood as they rail balls deep inside you, taking you to a point where you start feeling lightheaded then stopping, kissing hickies on your neck as they finish inside you filling you up, their mess lubing you for the next in line.

At the end of the night when you're close to death and they've all had their go with your warm body they turn you into a creature of the night hungry and horny, to fuck them forever.

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Bringing this back for 1yr happy blog anniversary sorry I haven't written anymore monster stories been way too busy 😭

Minotaur x fem!reader

Plus sized Minotaur

MDNI

POV you have been sent into the minotaur’s labyrinth as a sacrifice, but your offering isn’t one of blood.

Monster-fucking/teratophilia, breeding kink/pregnancy kink, size kink/macrophilia/CNC

Groping, fingering, repeated PiV sex, pushing cum back in, some dom/sub dynamic.

Horror, gore

Dub-con (some non-con groping and grinding, wanted sex and consent but you’ve been put in that situation)

2080 words

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Offering to the Minotaur:

Nobody knows how long the beast has cursed them, some say he has been there since the beginning of civilisation, others the dawn of time; either way he has always hunted these lands.

Mostly he hibernates; but every time the fire-star lights up the inky sky he awakens for 12 moons. An insatiable hunger to consume controls him, a bloodlust only slaughter can satisfy.

To contain his devastation the leaders of these lands long ago decided to gift him sacrifices, offerings to an old brutal god. Innocent souls sent to death to appeal to the mercy of the monster; a barter for their people to be spared.

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You look up at the crimson glow in the night, an omen for the blood that would soon spill from your veins. Praying to your deities will do no good, you will soon join them in the heavens and drink moonbeams from golden chalices.

It is dark and cold inside the labyrinth; you can feel the chill in your bones; or perhaps what you feel is fear, terror that curdles your insides.

Tall walls once white marble are now green with slime, moss and mushrooms growing on water that has degraded stone for thousands of years.

It is a maze, and you are already lost. You feel trapped, claustrophobic yet overwhelmed by the infinite expanse. Each step cannot be distinguished from the last, you are roaming in endless circles.

Your legs ache from running, the breath inside your chest burns, your heart pounding. There is nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. You turn every corner aimlessly, hoping it will not be your last.

You could hear the others, their echoed footsteps like ghosts, screams of terror and cracks of bones as they were butchered one by one. But now you hear only deafening silence, you know you're the last one standing, it’s your turn to die.

You slip and land on jagged rocks, broken off ruins. Smearing mud on the bottom of your white dress and scraping your tired knees. As you pull yourself up you see him looming over you. Eight foot tall, the head of a strawberry bull, torso of a burly fat man and solid cloven hooves.

You’re frozen in fear, your brain screaming for you to retreat but your body unable to follow. He grabs you and picks you up like a ragdoll, throwing you over his shoulder. The ground is so far below you if he dropped you, you would crack.

“Please don’t kill me” you beg over and over, tears flowing down your cheeks onto his hairy naked back.

“Your offering is flesh” he responded in a deep leather voice as he carries you to his lair

You try so much to wriggle your way out of his arms, even though you know the fall will maim you.

He grabs you around your ass to keep hold of you, his big hands up your dress gripping your underwear. You still try to escape his grasp; but how his hand rubs up against you when you move, you don’t want to admit how that feels.

You believe he’s going to feast upon you. Cook you in a stew with the others, suck sweet meat off your bones, drink your brains out of your severed skull. You pray he would kill you first.

He throws you down onto a pile of straw and furs: his nest. Your head rings from the impact, your bones jolting.

Before you can crawl away, he hops in beside you. He snuggles up next to you pulling you into him, enveloping your body completely with his, his fur and fat keeping you heated. Your face is nestled into his sweaty chest, he smells like rot, the scent of the slain is suffocating.

You wonder if he did this to the others? Gifted them comfort before pulling them limb from limb and devouring their bodies?

He falls asleep cuddling you, snoring loudly. You try to worm out multiple times to no avail. Eventually you give into his soft warmth and fall asleep. How can a creature so brutal feel so plush and tender?

Even though you have no sense of time your body wakes up naturally to the dawn. So had he, you glance around the room, he is nowhere to be seen. Part of you misses his embrace but this was your chance to delay your inevitable end.

You get up and flee his throne room, bolting as fast as your bruised legs can take you. But you do not get far before you need to stop and catch your breath.

As you lean against bloodstained bricks, you can hear him charging you, a great thunderous sound of hooves. He snatches you up, swooping you into the air and over his shoulder once more.

You know it is over now, this was the conclusion of your life, you give up. There’s no point fighting anymore, ‘just kill me quick’ you think, at least grant you that.

He places you back onto the nest gently this time “Stay” he orders

You will.

“Eat” he demands hurling you a bone; you didn’t want to know what it came from or who.

“I’m not hungry” you lie, you are famished but not desperate enough

“Eat” he repeats again “You’ll need the energy”

“For what? So you can hunt me like a hound?” you ask

“No” he responds.

He locks a metal collar around your neck attached to a short chain “Stay, I will return, then you eat, you need energy”

As soon as he leaves you pull at the metal, it is taut and chaffing, rust from many hundreds of years crumbles off in red chunks. You don’t try to get it off, you don’t have the strength.

You wait for him patiently. It is probably close to dusk when the beast returns dragging a deer carcass behind him. The stag's mighty antlers scraped along dirt.

He tears its body apart like it is a simple piece of bread, guts spilling everywhere. He cooks it over flame and feeds it to you. You are ravenous gorging yourself on its flesh like he had done to your fellow sacrifices.

When you are done, he climbs back into his furs again and wraps you up once more. But this time is different, he isn’t there to rest, he craves another thing.

You can feel something pressed up against you, you recognise it. You realise what your purpose is, what he wants from you: something warm and tight for him.

He grinds into the outline of your ass, his face is nowhere near you, but you could hear huffed breaths from his bull ringed nostrils. The way it drags into you sends shivers through your body.

“What is my offering?” you ask

“You are a priestess” he responded petting your messy hair “Your body a vessel for the gods. I am your god.”

“Vessel for what?”

“My pleasure and my offspring” he answered

Your flesh wasn’t to consume, it was to use and abuse, to play with like a toy.

He pushes his hand up your dress, it brushes slowly against your skin, up your body until he roughly grabs one of your breasts, fondling it callously, you can’t help but sigh at his touch.

The white dress that hugs your curves so well, you now see is a wedding gown. You had been gifted as his wife, a slave to him, for his arcane desires.

Your fate is not to dance in the clouds to songs of starlight harps, it is to be split open night after night by a monster's cock, to birth his demonic calves.

He shoves you onto your back and hangs over you, he is massive compared to you, a giant. He grabs the top of your dress and rips it in half, stripping you down, naked and exposed for him.

You are scared yes, but part of you tingles, the wet between your thighs could not lie. He is a beast, he was going to tear your body apart from the inside out, but you have not felt the touch of a man since you had committed to the temple, and oh gods was he a man.

He removes his loincloth; you can’t help but stare at his magnificence. You feel a feral hunger for that huge thick rod hung between muscular legs, hard as the stone around you, dripping with tears of yearning.

“I want to mate with you my little priestess” he strokes your face; his hand is the size of your head.

You don’t know if that is a question or a statement, either way you aren’t going to try and stop him. Maybe it would kill you, but maybe it is worth the risk just to feel him inside you.

“Yes” you responded

“Beg” he ordered “Beg for your god to take you, beg for him to fill you with his seed”

“Please” you plead, pathetic “Please breed me, I am your toy, I am your slave, please use me, please ruin me, I want it so bad, I need you so bad, please”

“Good girl” he grabs you by the hips and flips you over pushing your face into his animal skins. He spreads your legs open as wide as they could go revealing the sweetness between them. He runs a large finger through your folds, gathering slick as lubrication, forcing it inside. You gasp at the penetration followed by soft mewls as he pushes it in and out, going down to his knuckles, checking how much you can take. If this is how good his hand felt, you salivate at the idea of what would come next.

You are so hungry for it by the time he pushes the head to your entrance. He struggles to fit, but he is not gentle, ramming it inside of you with great force skewering your tight cunt. He did not take time to get you used to his size slamming straight into your cervix. White hot pain clouds your head but is soon replaced with carnal ecstasy as he pulls most of the way out and rhythmically thrusts into you.

You take him so well, your walls stretching around him. It’s like your cunt is designed for his cock, the god’s constructing your body specifically for your beast husband, perhaps he had created you for this use. You do not care; you are happy with this fate.

He continues to rail into you, holding your body firm so he doesn’t break your small frame. You are full of him but only half of his shaft is inside. He wishes he could fully stuff you, that he could bottom out inside and his balls could feel your heat as well. But he has stretched you fully out, you cannot physically take any more of him, but he can still try.

He fucks you for what feels like eternity, your body and mind in the heavens. Both of your loud moans are a symphony, a song of lust for only the spirits to hear. Your eyes roll back as your walls squeeze so hard around him, he can’t stop himself from filling you up. His seed drools down your thighs as he pulls out of your spent hole. He catches it with his fingers and pushes it back inside to save it.

His digits in your bruised entrance stings, but when you whine, he starts fingering you again. You rock into his hand, 2, 3, 5 fingers work you open. His own cum escapes down his arm onto the straw.

He trades his hand with his meat again swollen from your arousal, pounding it into you until he has replaced his wasted sperm.

He takes you over and over, again and again, so many times you lose count. Your body is jelly, your mind mush, your pussy is throbbing. He stops only when you pass out from exhaustion, and you fall asleep nuzzled in him.

And then when you wake, he starts again, he’ll keep going until he knows you are with child, carrying his young. And he will use you for his pleasure until he hibernates once more. Maybe he will gift you immortality so you can be his wife for eternity, or maybe he’ll dispose of you when he grows sick of your pussy and your womb, you do not know...

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Hear me out...

Death from The Color of Magic 🥵🥵

He can take my soul any time he wants 👻

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Something I’ve been working on little by little. Ituha, my Conan exiles/Warhammer fantasy character and a big hunky Kroxigor.

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WIP: Radioactive Love

Revenge Fantasy drama

Art by durkknesss https://www.instagram.com/durkknesss?igsh=MW92bXhvZHFjdGJtcg==

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I need a Yautja (predator) to hunt me and then we have to team up and I gain his respect and then he lets me join his people and he chooses me to be his mate and f**ks my absolute brains out just *** ****** ** ************ just absolutely destroys me 🤤

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Just saying if a hot siren woman serenaded me in the ocean I'm dying, drowning would be worth it, hopefully she'll give me a kiss first maybe make love to me, I'll willingly go to davy jones' locker afterwards ❤️ 🧜‍♀️

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Worth it

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You thought it would be fine to fuck a fae as long as you don’t eat any fae food. You’re enthusiastically sucking a beautiful fae’s dick, not knowing he’s actually a prince, and he holds your head so you don’t move as he starts pounding on your mouth while tears strike down your face. He cums and you swallow it whole, tasting his sweet flavor and begging for more like a dirty whore. He smirks and pats your head, turning you on even more.

“Don’t worry, little human, you belong to me now. You’re my pretty little fucktoy, you will come to my palace and you will have so much more.”

You didn’t know cum counted as fae food. You don’t care anymore.

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vampires who are so pathetic begging to cum and super overstimulated all because you have to invite them to cum inside and they’ve been ready for so long

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♥︎𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞♥︎

[Werewolfxreader]

|Smut warning|

Idk what to warning to put on this or than smut idk man read this shit at your on risk?? Just know you're not the one getting railed.

Author note: Idk what the fuck this is. This shit sounded better in my head tbh.

You are a scientist working for Facility Bloom, a unique research facility known for its focus on breeding. Unlike other facilities, Facility Bloom specializes in studying the mating habits and breeding behaviors of monsters.

The research had previously focused on breeding between monsters within the facility. However, the focus has shifted to studying the breeding between humans and monsters.

No, you do not engage with the monsters in intimate acts to be able to research this topic. Humans, volunteers who are deeply in debt, serve as the guinea pigs for this groundbreaking research. You simply observe, record data, and take notes on the interactions that unfold between the monsters and humans during intercourse.

Today marked the beginning of the rut cycle for the test subject, identified as #123. This is the perfect opportunity for the experiment to proceed. You stand outside the cubicle, observing through the glass as you prepared to begin your observations and data collection.

Side note--> #123 is a werewolf who primarily spends his time in his human form. Generally, he is docile and calm, but there are some records that mention aggressive behavior toward certain situations and people.

At 10:48, Human #34 was escorted into the cubicle. She shows no signs of fear. If anything, she looks determine, not sure what exactly. In contrast, #123 exhibited signs of agitation upon her entry. He retreated to a corner of the cubicle, facing the wall, and began to make soft whines, clearly demonstrating discomfort with her presence. Human #34 appears confused and moves closer to the glass, asking innocently, "What wrong with him?," Which neither I or Scientists #1 responded to her query. #123's distress intensified as she drew closer, his whines escalating with her proximity. Without warning, Human #34 reached out and touched #123's ears. In an instant, he responded aggressively, pinning her to the floor with a snarl and bearing his teeth. As he did so, he shifted seamlessly from his human form into his anthro form.

You were shocked he never acted so aggressively before in your presence. You turn to Scientist #1, asking, "Should we intervene?" She shook her head firmly, reminding you, "No, she signed the contract fully aware of the risks."

You nodded and continued your data collection/observation.

#123 swiftly sliced through Human #34's clothing with a single swift movement of his razor-sharp claws, reducing her garments to tatters..........

Human #34 is currently positioned with her face pressed against the glass directly in front of us, while #123 is in the process of ejaculating for the 45th time. Additional observations note that subject #123 has been constantly shifting to his human and anthro forms. His constant transformation results in various levels of pleasure and pain for human #34, as his penis changes in size during the transitions while inside her. Also, human #34 has been reduced to a sexual toy for #123, yet she maintains a happy expression on her face as her legs tremble, and he continues to have intercourse with her in a standing position

As #123 finishes, ejaculating inside her once more, he momentarily withdraws, and she collapses to the floor, excessively dripping with semen. He then grabs her again, lifting her by her buttocks and re-inserting his penis. She straddles him as he presses her back against the glass, with her head slumped on his shoulder while he looks directly at me.

"Do you think she will be pregnant?", scientist #1 asked.

You paused, turned to look at her, and heard a growl from #123 but still replied to Scientist #1, "Hmm, I'm not sure. The likelihood seems quite low since he hasn't knotted inside her. However, we should still monitor her for any signs of pregnancy and conduct a follow-up examination to be certain."

Scientist #1 remarked thoughtfully, "I'm curious about how her body would respond if she became pregnant. A werewolf pregnancy is shorter than a human's standard nine months, so the question is, would it still be nine months for her or would it adapt to a werewolf-like term? Additionally, I wonder if she would carry a litter, similar to a female werewolf, or if it would be a singleton pregnancy."

You nodded in agreement, adding, "We just have to wait and see, but Im concerned about her survival if she were to have the same gestation period as a female werewolf. The maternal care unit would take take great care of her, but I can't help but worry."

Scientist #1 responded confidently, "Oh, she'll definitely make it through. Anyway, we should get the next human for him. She is clearly no longer in her right state of mind." She gestured towards the glass with her pen.

As you turned your attention back to the cubicle, your eyes widened as you took in the unexpected scene. #123 was in his human form once more, pressing his palm against the glass, his expression softened into a childish pout as if yearning to touch your face. Quite the contrast to his aggressive behavior with human #34 just moments earlier.

Shifting your gaze downward, you noticed he was also stroking his cock and #34 laying in the floor with a glistening trail of cum ozzing out of her quivering body. You adjusted your glasses, looked away, and #123 whimper.

With a focused gaze, you scanned through the list of human volunteers, searching for someone who appeared more durable. As your eyes landed on the next suitable candidate, you glanced over at Scientist #1. She nodded back in agreement, understanding your selection.

Scientist #1 excused herself from the observation room, preparing to retrieve the next candidate for the observation. While the cleaning crew carried human #34's spent body out of the cubicle, she slurred her words in a daze, "For science...just one more time..."

You looked back at #123, who is still looking at you with a mixture of desperation and yearning, as his whimpers.

You placed your hand against the glass, and he quickly pressed his face against the glass, aligning his face with your hand, desperate to feel your touch. With a reassuring whisper, you comforted him, saying, "Don't worry, your next playmate will be here soon."

He sulk, clearly unhappy with what you said.

Then he whimpered longingly and voiced his desires, "I want you..."He then followed with a breathless plea, "I want to breed with you...please."

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♥︎𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞♥︎

[Werewolfxreader]

|Smut warning|

Idk what to warning to put on this or than smut idk man read this shit at your on risk?? Just know you're not the one getting railed.

Author note: Idk what the fuck this is. This shit sounded better in my head tbh.

You are a scientist working for Facility Bloom, a unique research facility known for its focus on breeding. Unlike other facilities, Facility Bloom specializes in studying the mating habits and breeding behaviors of monsters.

The research had previously focused on breeding between monsters within the facility. However, the focus has shifted to studying the breeding between humans and monsters.

No, you do not engage with the monsters in intimate acts to be able to research this topic. Humans, volunteers who are deeply in debt, serve as the guinea pigs for this groundbreaking research. You simply observe, record data, and take notes on the interactions that unfold between the monsters and humans during intercourse.

Today marked the beginning of the rut cycle for the test subject, identified as #123. This is the perfect opportunity for the experiment to proceed. You stand outside the cubicle, observing through the glass as you prepared to begin your observations and data collection.

Side note--> #123 is a werewolf who primarily spends his time in his human form. Generally, he is docile and calm, but there are some records that mention aggressive behavior toward certain situations and people.

At 10:48, Human #34 was escorted into the cubicle. She shows no signs of fear. If anything, she looks determine, not sure what exactly. In contrast, #123 exhibited signs of agitation upon her entry. He retreated to a corner of the cubicle, facing the wall, and began to make soft whines, clearly demonstrating discomfort with her presence. Human #34 appears confused and moves closer to the glass, asking innocently, "What wrong with him?," Which neither I or Scientists #1 responded to her query. #123's distress intensified as she drew closer, his whines escalating with her proximity. Without warning, Human #34 reached out and touched #123's ears. In an instant, he responded aggressively, pinning her to the floor with a snarl and bearing his teeth. As he did so, he shifted seamlessly from his human form into his anthro form.

You were shocked he never acted so aggressively before in your presence. You turn to Scientist #1, asking, "Should we intervene?" She shook her head firmly, reminding you, "No, she signed the contract fully aware of the risks."

You nodded and continued your data collection/observation.

#123 swiftly sliced through Human #34's clothing with a single swift movement of his razor-sharp claws, reducing her garments to tatters..........

Human #34 is currently positioned with her face pressed against the glass directly in front of us, while #123 is in the process of ejaculating for the 45th time. Additional observations note that subject #123 has been constantly shifting to his human and anthro forms. His constant transformation results in various levels of pleasure and pain for human #34, as his penis changes in size during the transitions while inside her. Also, human #34 has been reduced to a sexual toy for #123, yet she maintains a happy expression on her face as her legs tremble, and he continues to have intercourse with her in a standing position

As #123 finishes, ejaculating inside her once more, he momentarily withdraws, and she collapses to the floor, excessively dripping with semen. He then grabs her again, lifting her by her buttocks and re-inserting his penis. She straddles him as he presses her back against the glass, with her head slumped on his shoulder while he looks directly at me.

"Do you think she will be pregnant?", scientist #1 asked.

You paused, turned to look at her, and heard a growl from #123 but still replied to Scientist #1, "Hmm, I'm not sure. The likelihood seems quite low since he hasn't knotted inside her. However, we should still monitor her for any signs of pregnancy and conduct a follow-up examination to be certain."

Scientist #1 remarked thoughtfully, "I'm curious about how her body would respond if she became pregnant. A werewolf pregnancy is shorter than a human's standard nine months, so the question is, would it still be nine months for her or would it adapt to a werewolf-like term? Additionally, I wonder if she would carry a litter, similar to a female werewolf, or if it would be a singleton pregnancy."

You nodded in agreement, adding, "We just have to wait and see, but Im concerned about her survival if she were to have the same gestation period as a female werewolf. The maternal care unit would take take great care of her, but I can't help but worry."

Scientist #1 responded confidently, "Oh, she'll definitely make it through. Anyway, we should get the next human for him. She is clearly no longer in her right state of mind." She gestured towards the glass with her pen.

As you turned your attention back to the cubicle, your eyes widened as you took in the unexpected scene. #123 was in his human form once more, pressing his palm against the glass, his expression softened into a childish pout as if yearning to touch your face. Quite the contrast to his aggressive behavior with human #34 just moments earlier.

Shifting your gaze downward, you noticed he was also stroking his cock and #34 laying in the floor with a glistening trail of cum ozzing out of her quivering body. You adjusted your glasses, looked away, and #123 whimper.

With a focused gaze, you scanned through the list of human volunteers, searching for someone who appeared more durable. As your eyes landed on the next suitable candidate, you glanced over at Scientist #1. She nodded back in agreement, understanding your selection.

Scientist #1 excused herself from the observation room, preparing to retrieve the next candidate for the observation. While the cleaning crew carried human #34's spent body out of the cubicle, she slurred her words in a daze, "For science...just one more time..."

You looked back at #123, who is still looking at you with a mixture of desperation and yearning, as his whimpers.

You placed your hand against the glass, and he quickly pressed his face against the glass, aligning his face with your hand, desperate to feel your touch. With a reassuring whisper, you comforted him, saying, "Don't worry, your next playmate will be here soon."

He sulk, clearly unhappy with what you said.

Then he whimpered longingly and voiced his desires, "I want you..."He then followed with a breathless plea, "I want to breed with you...please."