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Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Pairing:Trans!Male!Reader x Male!Centaur

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Fluffy Smut, Established Relationship, Breeding Kink

Warnings: AFAB terms used to describe anatomy.

Word Count: 1646 words

Summary: After many nights of diligent practice, you saddle up and take your boyfriend all the way.

FiRequest: could i possibly request male centaur x trans male reader?? they’ve been dating for a while and working up to it but it’s the first time reader has managed to take his boyfriends full cock 🫢 afab terms for anatomy are fine and maybe a little breeding kink thrown in if you’re comfy with it!!

A/N: Y’all know I had to give it this title

You think tonight is going to be the night.

There’s an energy in the air as you watch Samuel cook, perched on your shared couch. He’s always been a handsome centaur; a finely cut jaw with a well-maintained beard, dark caramel eyes set behind long lashes, and silky hair that falls down in luscious curls all the way to his back, but something about tonight had every step he takes stirring something hot in your gut. The way his back stretches out his t-shirt, the way you can see the muscles of his shoulders move as he dices his onions, the way the more human torso arches and his front legs bend as he takes a mini stretch.

Your engine is revved by the time dinner is served, and you know tonight will be the night.

The two of you are locked in a sloppy makeout, dirty dishes still in the sink as you sit on the counter, legs wrapped around Samuel’s ribcage. His long piano fingers dance up your sides, playing with your pajama shirt. You grind against his navel, and he chuckles against your lips.

“Someone’s eager.”

“You’re so hot.” You say between messy kisses, feeling up his muscular lower back. “How could I not be?”

Samuel chuckles again, ignoring your whines and pulling away to kiss at your neck. His hands move from your waist to your butt, sliding under to pick you up. Your ankles cross behind him.

“Need you.” You moan, grinding onto hum like a horny teenage. “Need your cock.”

Samuel’s eyes grow dark, licking his lips as he looks you up and down.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” Your voice keens. “I think-” you suck in a breathe, knowing this a hold claim to make, “-I think I’m ready for all of it”

Samuel’s brows shoot up, taken slightly aback.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I wanna try, atleast.” You pout, fingers carding through his long tresses. “I’ve been practicing so much.”

And you have, both with and without him. You had bought appropriately sized dildo’s to masturabte with, cockwarming during long edging sessions just to make sure. Last time you had been able to take him until 4 inches were left, but you're confident in your practice.

Tonight is the night.

Samuel stares at you for a long time, probably wondering if you’re too crazed on lust to be trusted, but then he smirks.

“Ok, babe. We’ll try.” Samuel hikes you up on his chest, pulling you closer, face-to-face. “Same position as usual?”

You nod, eyes practically full of stars at the thought. Samuel smirks and gives you a peck on the lips, before carrying you to the bedroom.

Samuel is gentle as he sets you down onto the bed, pulling open your bedside drawer to grab the lube and your knee pillow. You stay close by his side, drawing your finders up and down his chest. You bite your lips as you pull up the hem of his shirt, admiring his treasure trail and solid stomach. Samuel shivers when you press a kiss right below his belly button. Your mischievous hand wanders down his lower half and across his front, slipping between his two front legs and petting at his fur. Eyes glance down as well, catching a peak of his cock coming out of its sheath. You wolf-whistle, sliding off the bed and shimmying off your shorts in one motion.

“You’re insatiable, babe. I haven’t even touched you yet.” Samuel says, voice low as his hand brushes between your thighs, just missing your aching hole. You whine, throwing back your ass and laying your torso onto the bed.

“I told you.” Your voice is salacious, lower lip bitten between your teeth, “I need your cock, badly.”

Stars shoot behind your eyelids as Samuel rubs two lubed-up fingers between your lips, middle finger circling your clit. He simpers.

“Yeah, you were made for this dick, huh?” Two fingers slide in easily, scissoring outward to stretch your walls. You just nod, knees digging into their pillow as you sink into the feeling. “Didn’t know my boyfriend was such a cock-tease.”

Samuel climbs up the bed, his two front knees resting beside your shoulders as he aims his cock up with your entrance. He leans forward to grab the bar you two installed just for this position, something to grab on to as he humps. Samuel’s hot head presses against your hole, as girthy as ever.

“Ready?” Samuel whispers from above, neck craned to look down between his legs, always double checking to make sure you're not crushed under his weight. You nod and give a singular pat to his fetlock, your signal to go ahead.

There’s always a slight burn when Samuel enters you, having a nearly 10 inch dick will always do that. But your body falls into position easily, your muscles relaxing to allow for easier entry, no pain causing you to clench up.

“F-uck.” Samuel’s voice drawls as the first inch, then the second, then fourth, then sixth feel your walls clench around him. You bite down on the blanket below you, toes curling into the floor. But you can do it, you can.

He hesitates a bit at the 7th inch, knowing that's usually your limit. But you give him another single pat to the leg, and he keeps going, extra slow.

It takes a tortuous amount if time for both of you, legs shaking from the tension and palpable desire, but then-

“Holy shit.” Samuel says, half amazed and half relieved. You wiggle your hips, and feel Samuel’s balls snug against you.

You’ve fit him to the hilt.

“Well?” You laugh, trying to act as if you're not on the edge just like he is. “What are you waiting for?”

You thrust your hips back, eyes rolling back as Samuel’s dick presses against the deepest part inside you. His breath hitches, stomach trembling above you.

“Oh, you asked for it.” Samuel growls, steadying his hooves.

Despite the sassy tone, Samuel’s first thrusts are tentative. He only pulls out an inch or too, moving at a glacial pace. It’s good for getting you accustomed, but you quickly yourself wanting more. You throw your hips back again, wining like an animal in heat.

“So desperate.” Samuel pants.

“Please, Sammy.” You give him your best puppy eyes from below. “Fuck me.”

That's the straw that breaks the centaurs back, Sam pulling out halfway and slamming into you with enough force to send you a couple inches across the bed. A dumb smile spreads across your face.

It’s no more Mr. Nice Guy as Samuel starts fucking you for real, heavy balls slapping against you with each hump. Your vision goes spotty every time he hits your g-spot, mouth wide open and tongue lolled out in a pant.

“Oh my g-od.” Your voice trembles as your fucked harder than you’ve ever been fucked before, feeling not unlike a fleshlight, yanked down again and again in your boyfriends massive cock. The bed shakes under your weight.

“Take it, take it.” Samuel grunts, his knuckles turning white as they grip on the bar. “Such a good boy, taking my cock all the way to-” a thrust, “-the” and another “-hilt.” and another. Your stomach presses into the eye of the bed, mind slowly losing cohesive thought. His weeping head hits your sensitive spot at the perfect angle every damn time, and you feel jolts of electricity shoot across your nerves with every hump.

Time seems to lose all meaning, words melting into grunts and whines, breathy voices blending together with heavy balls slapping against your thighs. You think you’ve forgotten where Samuel ends and you begin, forgot what it feels like to be empty of his cock. Drool is pooling in your mouth, threatening to dribble down your jaw in an erotic display of decadence.

“Fuck, I’m close.” Samuel grunts, nails grating against the bar. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside.” A voice that must be yours begs, pleads. You can imagine Sam’s smug, sweaty face already.

“Yeah? Want me to breed you?” You nod into the sheets, a dumb smile coming across your face. “Imma fill you up until you're gushing, baby.” Samuel’s hooves presse against the hardwood as he steadies his back two legs, throwing everything into his thrust. “You’d be so cute, my little house-husband, full of my kids.”

Samuels shudders as your hole clenches around him, his dirty talk only working you closer to the edge.

“Sh-it” Samuel draws out his syllables, balls feeling tight against your ass cheeks as his hips begin to stutter. A drop of sweat falls from his chest, rolling down your arched back as his breathing picks up the pace. “Here it comes, sweetheart. All for you. Fuck!”

Your back arches and toes curl as your orgasm hits, gushing with Sam’s cum as he finishes inside of you. Streams run down in rivulets across your thighs, the squelching of skin as Sam pulls out his softening cock.

You lie limp as Sam slowly hops off the bed, his front legs still trembling. He collapses next to you not soon after, laying his upper torso on the bed as his lower one rests on the cold floor. The fur around his legs and back lay datk and slick with sweat, his face flushed.

A calloused palm brushes the side of your face, dragging you out of dream-land and back to reality.

“You did great, babe.” Sam chuckles. “Think I might grow addicted to being all the way in.”

You throw him a lazy thumbs up.

“Not a problem with me.” Your words slur, lips half-pressed against the damp sheets, no doubt an imprint of your sweaty torso on them.

He leans over and kisses your neck, his hand moving to massage your neck.

“Fuck, we forgot about the dishes.”

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curiousmons · 1 day

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maybe a short story on a human reader being taken by an orc army/camp and just absolutely used as their personal toy???

When I read your request, I couldn't help but hear, "Looks like meat's back on the menu, boys!" from Lotr.

But let's be serious: I hope you will enjoy it. :)

Orcs x Reader Warnings: filth, nothing but filth

The air is thick with smoke, mingling with the musky odor of sweat and leather. The scent of blood and violence still hangs heavy, fueling the heat and tension around the tents made of rough animal hides. The crackling flames of the campfire cast dancing shadows across the rugged faces of the warriors. Feral hunger glints in their eyes as they come closer. It feels like the ground rumbles and shakes under their steps. Their muscular, battle-scarred bodies pulsate with anticipation. The sounds of their gruff voices fill your ears, making you deaf to everything else. Your gaze jumps from orc to orc. The chieftain's large hand is heavy and warm on your shoulder as he pushes you deeper into the center of the camp.

The bounds around your legs and wrists make it hard for you to move, but it doesn't stop the warriors from closing around you. Their heat and raw desire surround you, making you shake and sweat under their primal gazes. Adrenalin fuels the fire in your bloodstream and thrums through your body until you almost buckle because of the throb between your legs.

The chieftain behind you reaches for the clasps and buckles that hold your armor together. The metal piece is dirty and beaten. His calloused fingers trace the edges of your armor before letting it fall to the ground. In other circumstances, you would feel relieved without its weight. Your undershirt sticks to your chest because of the sweat that still glistens in your heated skin, revealing the curve of your breasts. Another orc steps closer, barely smaller than his leader behind you. You remember him. One of his eyes is milky-white with a long scar from his eyebrow to his nose. He rips off your shirt, dropping the useless fabric before reaching for the buckles of your pants. You can't even feel the cold night air between the orcs towering over you.

The warriors move in sync. Their hands work in unison to strip away the layers covering your body. They reveal the soft swells of your curves and the hard cords of your muscles. Your skin is decorated with old and fresh scars, injuries, and bruises. The others get louder and louder with each glimpse they get of your naked body. The clear signs that you are a warrior, a fierce opponent, fuel their desire.

Soon, you stand exposed among the orcs, ready to be ravaged by them. Your limbs are not tied together anymore, but it changes nothing. You can't make yourself to move. It would be futile anyway. You can't fight against them, and they would enjoy chasing after you too much.

The orc in front of you wastes no time. His rough hands eagerly reach out to grope and caress every inch of your body. His dark green fingers dig into the flesh of your breast, squeezing and kneading, pinching your nipple until you mewl and try to get away from him, falling into the arms of the chieftain behind you. The leader grabs your hip, making you grind down on his leather-covered erection. His unyielding grip leaves red imprints on your skin. The cold of his rings digs into the flesh of your hips.

One hand slips between your legs. Rough fingers slide over your slickness and prod at your entrance. Your stomach jumps with fear and excitement. "Look at this juicy cunt, boys! She's all wet and ready for us!" The orc in front of you announces loudly to everyone around you to hear. The camp gets even louder with feral growls and words that make your heart beat faster in your ribcage. Whatever you want to say, to tell him to stop or to go deeper, dies on your tongue. The only thing keeping you standing is the chieftain behind you, still grinding his cock against your ass while his man explores your wetness. He smears it all over your mound and inner thighs before turning his attention back to your entrance. "I knew the moment I saw her on the battlefield that she would be a good prize to fight for," he grunts, forcing each digit of his thick finger into your pussy. Your walls clench down around him, to keep him out or to force him deeper, you don't know. "You like that, don't you?" The chief grunts next to your ear. His question fans over the curve of your neck. "I can smell your pussy, girl." "We all smell her." Someone says from the circle of orcs surrounding you. Their eyes are heavy on your body as they watch you. You steal a few glances at them. A lot of them are already naked, tugging at their cocks hanging heavy between their thick thighs.

The male in front of you continues to bully your cunt with his finger, going deeper and deeper while his other hand reaches up to grip your hair. He pulls back your head, making you arch your body. "You're ours now, human," he snarles. "But do not fret. I saw you fighting, I'm sure you can handle a few orc cocks too." A rumble of laughter waves through the air, and your pussy tightens at the thought. "Oh, look at that!" He laughs, pushing another finger into your wet hole. A groan gets stuck in your throat at the feeling of your walls stretching around him. "She likes the thought." "She does," the chief grunts, pulling his own cock out of his pants to force your hand around it. Your fingers curl around his thick rod automatically. If you could focus on anything, you would be surprised at its weight on your palm. "She doesn't look like someone who backs out of a challenge." His words are followed by laughter again while you bend and turn the way they want you.

Before you know it, you are on your knees with their leader still behind you, shoving his cock into your pussy while his warrior is busy with your mouth. He taps the head of his erection against your lips, and you open without a second thought. At this point, your mind is too hazy, and your senses are full of their musky scent to do or think anything. You feel like a raw nerve under their pushes and pulls. They thrust in and out of you with a relentless rhythm while you moan and drool around their cocks. You slip in and out of your orgasms, getting more and more drunk on their relentless assault. They push your boundaries, both physically and mentally, until you are nothing but a warm body they can use as they want.

You don't even notice when they come inside you. Their warm seed seeps out of your abused holes, and you almost choke on the orc's cock when he pushes himself deeper into your throat.

The ground is dirty and hard under your weak body as you let yourself collapse. Your muscles shake and twitch while your pussy clenches around nothing. Your chest heaves with every breath you take as you try to clear your mind.

But they are not done yet.

"It's your turn, boys," one of them says, stepping away from you to give enough space for the others. "Keep those sweet holes full tonight."

The air crackles with anticipation and feral need. One by one, the orc warriors step forward, their rough hands exploring every inch of your body. Their calloused fingers trace the swell of your breasts, teasing and pinching your nipples until you cry and wiggle. Your pussy pulsates between your legs while their fingers explore your folds and both of your holes. They feast upon your bare curves, their desires ignited by the sight of your vulnerable state.

The first orc doesn't waste his time. His massive frame towers over you, keeping his body up with his trunk-like arms next to your head while taking you fiercely, his thick length plunges deep into your wet and eager pussy. His heavy balls slap against your skin. Your walls grip him tightly even though you are sensitive, and the feeling of him pounding into you makes you tear up. A thumb smears your tears all over your face before pushing into your mouth. Your tongue laps at the digit.

When the orc between your legs reaches his peak, fucking you full of his cum, another one steps forward, hungry and ready for his turn. He turns you onto your stomach easily, positioning himself behind you when you force your knees to not give up under your weight. His hands are gripping your hips as he shoves his cock into your cunt. Ecstasy trembles through your body while someone else grabs a good chunk of your hair and forces your mouth down his hard length. More tears escape from the corner of your eyes as you gulp and suck around the orc's cock.

The orcs continue to take turns, their primal instincts driving them deeper and deeper into you. You become a mess of drool and cum until there is no part on your heated, sweaty skin that they didn't touch or use. They ravage your body with a ferocity that matches the intensity of the battle they had just fought while you scream and moan underneath them.

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curiousmons · 2 days

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angel halo that can change form and become any type of jewelry almost as long as it maintains the relative shape... angel halo choker or collar... angel halo ring on their finger, angel halo cock ring. much to think about.

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curiousmons · 3 days

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that dragon snuggling meme post is getting big again and i’m thinking about dragon snuggling because of that. big soft wings wrapped around you. powerful tail coiled around your legs. big sharp claws delicately playing with your hair. you agree. reblog.

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curiousmons · 4 days

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You could deepthroat elf ears btw

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curiousmons · 4 days

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So uhhh I completely forgot to post the free version of Itsy Bitsy Girlfriend publicly! You can read the rest over on the Moonlore Bookstore website (Check the link in content source, at the bottom of this post!)

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curiousmons · 5 days

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midnight embrace

They were young lovers once.

He met her at a tavern, her laugh lighting up the room. She smiled at him from across the bar and it stirred something in his cold, dead heart.

He went back nightly, hoping to see her again, and there she was, laughing and celebrating with her friends. Her glossy black hair hung loose down her back, sage eyes flickering to him, catching his stare.

When he didn’t look away, she bit her lip into a smirk. Those beautiful lips, so tender and full, perfectly pink to match her rosy cheeks. She had the essence of life, the embodiment of joy and wonder.

Another night, and he was back at the tavern. And there she was, waiting for him.

“What is your name?” she asked, sidling up to his lonesome table.

“Renatus,” he said, his ruby eyes piercing her.

“Vita,” she said with an offered hand, and he took it. If she noticed his icy touch, she didn’t show it, though she blushed as he planted a soft kiss atop her palm.

Her scent was excruciating, sweet and coppery, her blood pumping through the thin veins of her wrist.

Vita.

Life.

He conversed with her all night, answering her questions and listening to her silky voice.

He led her to the alleyway as dawn approached. Not enough time. There would never be enough time.

He cupped her cheek, that soft, rosy skin, icy fingers brushing against her neck.

When she didn’t turn away, he kissed her. Her beautiful lips, full of life, full of warmth, everything he wanted and yearned for.

Sweet Vita.

Lovely Vita.

She whimpered into the kiss as he pressed his body flush with hers, her back against the stone wall.

It would never be enough.

As blue light filtered over the horizon, he left her. He could not be here when she saw the sun.

Lovely Vita.

He knew he shouldn’t. He knew it was wrong. But he did it anyway.

The next time he saw her, he invited her to his home. The glint in her eye was knowing, but did not know all.

Sweet Vita. Innocent Vita.

She accepted.

Night was falling as she arrived, eyes wide at the palace before her. She had not known. Not known who he was, all that he was.

But she would learn.

They dined at the table, set with fine porcelain and crystal. They sipped wine, her cheeks with a rosy flush, her eyes hooded as she bit her lip.

He knew what she wanted. She did not know what he wanted.

He took her hand, escorted her down the long hallways.

He opened the door and pulled her inside with a kiss.

Lovely Vita.

The way her mouth parted as she whimpered, letting him in.

“Renatus,” she breathed, as his tongue ran across that lovely little neck, her tantalizing veins teasing him.

He undressed her, then himself, and laid her on the bed like a gift. A gift he could not wait to open.

“Renatus,” she breathed, as his tongue ran across her already-wet entrance, slick with need.

It was too much; it was not enough. It would never be enough.

She writhed against him, his tongue dancing across her in sensuous swirls.

He could hear her blood, hear it pounding in his ears as her thighs wrapped around his head, pulling him closer.

Beautiful Vita.

Full of life.

She gasped when he entered her, then moaned as all her limbs enveloped him.

“Renatus,” she breathed once more, her whisper prickling his skin.

“Vita,” he purred as he eyed the pulse on her neck. She was beautiful, all sage green eyes and rosy cheeks. That sweet smile.

He ran a hand through her raven hair, cupping her head as he gazed into those beautiful eyes. So sweet, so innocent, her chest heaving in time with his thrusts.

Before he could stop himself, he sank his fangs into that beautiful neck, that slender neck, so pale and smooth.

She screamed, a shrilling sound so loud it hurt his ears, but still he drank. He fucked.

He was a monster, and he always would be.

She pushed him, hit him, scratched him, but soon she grew weak.

It wasn’t enough.

He continued to drink. He continued to fuck. Long past the moment she stilled, her breath gone, her eyes closed.

He spilled his seed in her, life and death intertwined as one.

Lovely Vita.

He tore into the flesh at his wrist, red droplets dripping across satin sheets.

He brought the wound to her mouth, pressing her dead lips to his skin, making her drink.

She opened her eyes, as wide as saucers, still-stiff muscles clenched with fear.

“Why?” she asked.

“I need you,” he replied, petting her pretty hair.

He pulled her into his arms as tears rolled down her cheeks.

With time, she wrapped her arms around him, accepting his embrace, his icy touch.

With time, she would learn. She would understand. He needed her. She needed him. This is how it had to be.

Beautiful Vita.

Life, no more.

But his, forever.

#i went from apprehensive to horrified to happy

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curiousmons · 6 days

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Okay hear me out:

Monster priest 👀✨

Monster priest. Excellent idea.

There is something just ever so off-putting about the father. No one can really put their finger on it, everyone says it's something else that unnerves them ever so slightly. His eyes are such a light shade of brown they almost look yellow. His teeth are just a little too sharp- his smile painfully wide. He moves silently, he almost seems to appear out of thin air.

It's something much more intangible for you that sets your teeth on edge. The way he looks at you... like you're something he wants to eat. No one takes your concerns seriously, and everyone is a little uncomfortable around the father at first, but it's nothing to worry about. You'll get over it you just need to give it time.

You do everything you can to avoid being in the same room with him alone. When you're alone in the confession booth, you have no choice.

He always pushes the conversation in a certain direction, which he isn't supposed to do. He doesn't care if you've been greedy, or if you lied. He only cares if you've given into the sins of the flesh. Tell him about when you masturbate. Tell him about your one-night stands and the dirty thoughts that keep you up at night. Those are the kinds of sins he wants to help you atone for.

Well. Not so much Atone for, but submit too. He encourages you to chase your desires and learn what your body needs, but not just with anyone no no no, that would be sinful. You need to experiment with someone pure of heart- someone you can trust, a pillar of your community. Someone like... him.

Your head is spinning, you're still scared of him, still sure that he isn't safe, but... you want him. And it's clear that he wants you.

Don't worry too much, he'll be soft. As soft as a thing like him can be. It's not just hands that slide up your thighs, but shadowy tentacles, as well, thick black tendrils of smoke dig into your skin and hold your legs apart.

The tentacles grab at your chest- your throat, any part of you he can reach, keeping you pinned down as he takes you, makes you his. You should be stunned, or frightened, as his carefully constructed human mask slips revealing him for what he truly is- a monster. But one of those smokey- black arm things is between your legs making you dumb with pleasure.

Razor-sharp teeth sink into the side of your throat as he fucks you and you moan, it makes him laugh, a deep growling sound. You're like wet clay in his hands, his to mold into whatever image he pleases. He thinks he'll shape you into a perfect little slut.

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