Give me more! Now! Hmph.
Thinking horny thoughts about Minotaurs so here’s a lazy Drabble
Cw: m/f, breeding kink
Male!minotaur god of agricultural x Female!human offering
your villages crops are failing. If it continues there won’t be enough to store for winter. In the face of a grueling winter and the real possibility of starvation, the villagers turn to the god of agriculture. They choose you as the offering. They lathering you in sweet smelling oils and dress you in the finest scarlet dress the village possesses. Gold necklaces are clasped around your neck, silver bracelets slipped onto your wrists. A crown of wildflowers rested on your brow.
You’re paraded through the village while neighbors, family, and friends gather on the streets chanting prayers and singing hymns to catch the God’s attention.
You’re left standing alone in a barren field One of the many your village had tried and failed to cultivate. The light of the full moon bathing you in its silvery light.
It doesn’t take long before He’s towering over you. He was magnificent.
“Do you know what this ritual entails?”
What do you say to a God? How do you say it? So you don’t answer. At least, not with words. Without looking away from the God before you, you lower yourself to the ground. Dress pooled around your waist, you spread your thighs and bear your sex to His hungry eyes.
He spends hours between your legs. Alternating between opening you up on his thick fingers and dragging his large, hot tongue along the seam of your cunt. He pushes you to the edge of ecstasy, only to reel you back in.
Your thighs are slick with the proof of your need. You feel wetness steadily leak from your cunt onto your ass. He slides his hips in between your thighs, the blunt head of his cock teasing your slick entrance.
“You’re ready. Know that if we do this I will spill inside. My seed will take and you will become pregnant. Do you understand?”
You nod. God, you understood. You wanted it more than you wanted anything else.
“Say it.”
“I want it, please. I-I need it. I need it so bad,” you sobbed, frustrated tears streaming down your cheeks. He had spent so long teasing you, you’d absolutely die without release. You nearly screamed in relief when He began slowly fucking into you. He was so thick. Even with all the preparation you felt every inch of Him splitting you open.
“Such a greedy cunt you have,” He grunted, “taking me so well. Begging for my cock so prettily. I’ll give it to you. Give you anything. Everything.”
It doesn’t take long before you felt an orgasm rip it’s way through you. Your vision blacks out as a wrecked scream tore from your throat. You felt his cock pulse, spilling hot seed into your starved cunt.
When you finally came back to your body you noticed that the once barren field was now filled with healthy vegetation.
“Your village will one day be the capital of a mighty and prosperous kingdom. Our children’s children will sit at it’s head and one day pass their crown to the heads of their children. But that is a conversation for later,” he pulled you close, enveloping you in a strong embrace, “now, we rest.”
Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.
if nintendo wants me to pay eighty of god's own dollars for a video game it better blow the cock clean off my torso. if nintendo expects me to drop eighty big ones to play the new mario kart bowser better step out of the screen and fuck me so hard as to turn every bone south of my eighth vertebrae into a fine powder. i need to be made into the worlds wettest sandbag from the waist down to justify that eighty dollar price tag
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what's the point of huge thick thighs and a big ass if she doesn't even have fucking tummy you people make me sick
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Avatar Fanfic hehe. I don't have a name for it, but I do have tags.
Psa. This is if they stayed in the forest when the RDA came back, and Neteyam is alive. I am a fan, but I do use a translator for the Na'Vi language, so if anything is wrong, then I do apologize :) and Lo'ak is aged up since there's adult content in my writing
MDNI: Cussing, sexual instances, queer love <3
-This is an ongoing story, so yes, there's MDNI and smexy tags, but it'll happen later in the story.
My OC's overview (so y'all don't have to scramble lol):
Name: Winslow Quarich (Yes, he's Spider's brother, diff moms) Age: Nineteen Nickname: Ghost
Species: Human (has an Avatar body)
Height: 5'4 (Human) 7'2 (Avatar) Hair color: Comma mullet, brown
Eye color: Blue Skin tone: Tan, Honey shade
Recombinant Technology. Absolutely amazing, yet so destructive. Humans did not need the ability to play God. it was wrong.
Seeing my father in a Na'Vi body was definitely a shock and weird. Honestly, I hated that the man couldn't stay dead. I wasn't exactly what my father was hoping for as the eldest son. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps of being a hard-ass colonel, but no. He got, as he put it, a plant nerd. So I liked plants more than weapons? Not everyone was dickheads or blood thirsty.
I hardly spoke to Quarich, we just....coexisted in our familial bond and that was it. Even with him in this body, he still was a shitty father.
I was laying in my barrack, thank God I didn't have to share with anyone. It was pitch black outside besides Pandora's bioluminescent plants. Pandora was beautiful, stunning. I couldn't understand why the RDA felt compelled to ruin this damn planet. I was sketching a few of the plants I could see from my little window, minding my business till I seen an outline of a figure in the shadows, their form perfectly still in the shadows of this shitty base.
They, whether soldier or Na'Vi, seemed to be scoping the area out of the base and probably the people of the base. For a long, tense moment, I didn't see it move, but then slowly it started moving again, their movements slow and careful like they knew this base was a bunch of sleeping animals. The man, or woman, was approaching closer and closer to the base, and to my window. Inching closer and closer with cat-like patience.
I really hoped they would get closer to my window, it was easy to see it was a Na'vi scout. It crept closer and closer till they were Infront of my window, curse me for keeping a damn lamp on. The, or well, He tilted his head, probably curious as to why I haven't alerted anyone or something.
I grabbed my sketchbook, writing down, and then showing him a note written in the native Na'vi language. 'Ke'u sa'fe natives. Ku.' (Not safe for Natives. Go.)
For a moment, the male paused, yellow eyes glued to the note I had pressed along the window. A mix of surprise and confusion swirling in his eyes, as if he didn't expect me to be friendly and even warn him. The male went back to looking at me, not aggressively, instead he seemed to study me? I had no idea what he was thinking, but then his fingers brushed against the cool glass that separated us, as if he wasn't sure if there was a trap or not.
Fuck it, why not? I pressed my hand against the glass, resting it, wondering what next. He seemed a tad surprised, but he slowly pressed his much larger hand against the window over mine. I could feel the heat of ours between the glass.
Y/N: [watching a video of someone getting dumped at the altar]
Y/N: What the fuck?
Ghost:
Y/N: [the bride accepts getting dumped gracefully, just shedding some tears]
Y/N: Such an elegant, beautiful woman. Nobody deserves this. My heart breaks for her...
Y/N: Couldn't be me
Y/N: The way I'd be swinging so fucking fast—
Ghost: [smiles and nods]
Y/N: [bride keeps crying]
Y/N: No, because I'd immediately jump the fucker, bite his skin off, dislocate his jaw, kick him in the ribs a few times—
Ghost: [stares in heart emoji]
Y/N: Definitely would kick him in the dick too. Oh, and his balls? Would fully castrate him by the time I'm done stepping on them.
Ghost: 'Ere ya go. [hands Y/N a ring]
Y/N: [ignores the ring, keeps ranting]
Y/N: No, for real, he'd vomit his own piss and cum for a month.
Ghost: [gets on one knee]
Ghost: Marry me.
Y/N: To end it all, I'd spit in his mouth.
Ghost: MARRY ME RIGHT FOOKEN NOW—
● Loves helping you put on binding tape if you can't do your back right
● Will totally come workout with you to help those gains as well as foods that help burn the fat in the feminine areas
● Freaked out the first time he walked in on you doing the Tshot, poor thing you were doing drugs and was scolding you till you told/explained it was Testosterone
● Due to Rez life, you did have to explain what being transgender meant and what you were doing/the surgeries to come
● Still sees you as a man cause what the hell would that change anything?
● Due to bottom growth, and you probably being his first partner, he didn't question it cause 'I figured all people with a TouchPad had that (swollen(?) Clit)'
[I have no clue what you'd call BT in specific places, please correct me if I'm wrong]
● Yes, he calls it a TouchPad mostly so he doesn't offend you or fears he'll trigger your dysphoria.
● Makes sure to correct the pack, the boys often go by what the smell is, and unfortunately hormones label you as a female. Thankfully, the pack learns after a few snaps and being explained things by Seth
● When your binding limit is up, he'll give you his hoodie so your chest isn't on display, which is his way of helping the dysphoria
● Will totally use whatever hole you ask, but definitely has a breeding kink. So there's a bunch of 'my pups' 'stuffing you with my litter' 'so pretty when you're round with my kids'
● Does he let you peg him? Yes. The first time was a bit different, and a lot of god damn lube was used, but there are times he asks before you even think about it. Nothing special, just a simple 5/6 inch dildo on a strap.
● He didn't think he had come faster in his life the first time you did peg him
● Gets ecstatic when you do end up pregnant. All he can talk about is how yall are gonna he dad's.
● Corrects the pack even more due to your hormones being elevated in the fem way due to being a preggo little thing.
● Always, Always compliments you, even before you got pregnant. 'So handsome' 'My sweet boy' 'My man'
21 y/o, MDNI, 18+, I just write and reblog stuffs (ФωФ) ☆ Reqs Open! ☆
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