#male centaur

[gremlingottoosilly]

Horsin' around (Centaurus!Konig x fem!Reader)

Konig is exiled from his people. You are exiled from yours. Together, you make about 6 legs and a perfect pair. Tags and CW: Size kink (duh), Centaurus!Konig(horse cocks), Konig is awkward, slight dub-con, power imbalance, belly bulge, praise kink, monster fucking. Thanks @kneelingshadowsalome for the prompt! AO3| Word count: 3016

Centaurus are not wild animals. You keep repeating it to yourself as you come deeper and deeper into the forest. You keep mumbling it to yourself as you feel the eyes watching you. judging you. Centaurus are not wild animals even if sometimes they behave like one. Not like you’re any different, any better – you’re a human, invading the sacred forests. You’re a human who is dumb enough to go foraging into the depths of their territory. Centaurus are not wild animals, but you don’t feel that repeating the same sentence over and over makes it sound any more convincing. You feel the danger in the air – with each step you take, with each fallen tree you’re stepping over. With every attempt to simply run ending up not working, you know you got lost. Long abandoned the basket you came with – you don’t recognize a single berry that grows here, not a mushroom or even some edible plant pieces to be found. This place is devoid of animals, of flowers – like something just snatched it all away. Ate it all, maybe. You don’t want to think what kind of creature could cause a migration like this. You don’t need to think though. Because the creature finds you first. 

You yelp in a mix of surprise and horror when the arrow flies right in front of you, the skill of the archer is high enough to make the arrow cut down a few bits of hair in front of your eyes. If you were a mere millimeter closer, you’d be dead. If he wanted you dead, you’d be dead. This much is obvious. You freeze in place, not daring to move an inch when you hear it. Loud, not even bothering to conceal the sound of it – the creature was confident enough that the prey wouldn’t run. Not the creature, you correct yourself immediately. Centaurs are not animals, they are closer to humans than a lot of other monster types – with their strength and warrior culture, you’d say that they are even more humans than citizens of the village who forced you out. 

The centaur doesn’t even bother to hide himself from you, concealing the sounds of heavy hooves on the ground or evading the branches that crunched against his body. This is exactly what made you surprised when you understood that instead of a rough, but mostly handsome face that most centaurus tend to have, you’re met with a black hood which only spared two holes for the icy-blue eyes staring back at you. 

Is he a grim reaper? An executioner for other centaurus? Would that mean you don’t have to worry unless your lower part resembles a horse? 

You take a quick look at your bottom half. Not a horse. 

Centaur reapers the gesture, looking at his bottom half too. Definitely a horse. 

You decide to speak first, hoping to find words that would work just fine to be your last. 

— I am really sorry for intru…

— This is not the sacrifice season yet. 

Ah, well. 

The people from your village believe the centaurs to be sacred – despite them being monsters they knew a lot about, they were still given sacrifices. Food, some farm animals, especially fatty pieces of meat, and fancy jewels along with some weapons. Centaurus kept the worst predators at bay, herding the wolves to be their pets and sometimes driving deer and rabbits away to the village. They kept you protected from werewolves and orcs – with a meager payment of never touching the sacred grounds. 

You just stepped into the deepest, most protected part of the forest. You wonder if you would deserve a peaceful death. 

— It’s not. I…I made a mistake. 

No, you wanted to be here. When the village decided to drive you out, you thought that foraging in the part of the forest, untouched by humans, would be the most profitable thing. Centaurus won’t take berries anyway, right? But they might just take your life. 

— A mistake? 

He tilts his hooded head to the side. It’s such a boyish expression, that you almost let go of a nervous giggle. Perhaps, you were going crazy…but the centaur seemed a bit nervous. As seasoned as he looked – with battle scars covering his body and a bit of silver mixed with his ginger fur on the horse part – he seemed almost awkward standing here. Tapping one of his hooved legs like a nervous child. Squeezing the bow in his hands with vigor that made you scared he will just snap it in half. 

— I just wanted to take some food. 

— Is there a hunger? 

— No. 

— Humans aren’t allowed in these parts. Why would you go if not out of despair? 

You gulp. 

— I…am not allowed back. 

— Why? 

Because you’re a forest witch who will doom them all, according to the village of a horse people worshippers. Because you’re a monster in disguise who keeps straling babies, according to the village that uses the best pieces of food to feed the horse people who can take of themselves just fine, instead of feeding it to the orphaned children. Because you’re a whore who refuses to accept the new type of sacrifices – the virgins of the village as a breeding material for the Centaurus, according to the village filled with people who would gladly push a poor virgin out in the forest once she turned of age, so she could be mauled by horse people. 

— We had…mutual disagreement. 

You stare at the mighty body of the centaur. You fight the urge to get your hands down his torso, play with its short hairs, and…you were always a bit of a horse girl. Wondering if he is strong enough to lift you up and get you somewhere safe, somewhere far far away from here. 

Centaur has this weird, almost boyish tone. Deep and yet, sounds just a bit deranged. Unhinged. Like he is going to maul you any second – and judging by the bow and arrow still in his hands, he might not be wrong. You lick your lips. He stares at them – or at least you think he is. Hood only reveals his eyes and you can already get lost in them. Cold, like the northern sea, Like the snow outside. You thought all mythical creatures were supposed to be warm-blooded. 

— You’re exiled then. 

He isn’t asking. Centaurus are omnipotent and wise, they should know about human affairs more than humans themselves. You made them into sort of gods – you shouldn’t be surprised that this guy knows way more than he should. Somehow, you still feel safer around him than other humans – and maybe, it’s more of a you problem. Maybe, you ended up eating some of the weird berries and it’s just your hallucinations before you die. 

— I am. 

He takes a step back. He is big – all of them are, you suppose, but, somehow, he is bigger than he should be. Giant, muscular torso on top of an already muscular and big horse part – he can pick you up, throw you, and break you with one finger, probably. No, definitely. You don’t want to give him a reason to, so you just stay in place. Hoping he wouldn’t deem your trespassing as a matter worthy of a torturous death. 

— My name is König, human. Repeat, ja? 

The name feels weird on your tongue. Rude, sharp. You don’t want to call him wrong and receive his wrath, so you try your best to repeat this. 

— Ko-nig. Ja? 

You tilt your head to the side, a curious little bird. Centaur – König, König, König – squints his eyes like he is smiling. You made the god smile. The horse god. The horseman. Just…man. If you don’t look down, where you already see something giant and heavy standing between his horse legs, you could forget that he isn’t a man at all. 

Suddenly, you feel light. Suddenly, you feel your legs dangling in the air as you were picked up and bumped into the broad chest. Suddenly, you feel hands everywhere. On your ass, under it, touching your chest, your stomach, trying to get to the best position so you would stop moving constantly and trying to get out. You don’t want to fight him because you’re already in the air and falling right now could result in a broken neck – but you don’t want to be suspended in the air either. You whimper, pathetic sound escaping your lips as you feel calloused hands pressing on your mound. Traveling down your stomach and touching, squeezing, petting your delicate parts. 

You spend so much time without a gentle hand or a soft touch, you can feel yourself dripping on the fingers of a centaur. Embarrassing, yes – but you know that if he were to proceed, you wouldn’t really resist. 

And oh, he proceeds. 

— They finally send us proper sacrifices. 

He mumbles it into your hair, taking in your smell. You’re nice for a human – not scared of him too much, not trying to ran away or fight. Humans are usually just annoying insects under his hooves, but König can feel your face growing on him. Your body, too. Too weird for other Centaurus, never being able to find a proper mate who could take his lack of social awareness, he found himself mounting a human. His tribe would call him pathetic. His tribe would laugh. 

Then again, he is the first to get such a delicate little gift. Who is laughing now? 

You aren’t crying in his hands, and he is a bit surprised. You smell like a proper mate, like a good bitch in heat just for him – yet, you’re not falling on your knees to present your dripping cunt. You’re just trying to whimper to ask him to be gentler, and he is happy to oblige. Calm enough to listen to you. Ripping your pants apart because this is such a useless piece of clothing – concealing your rich smell from him. 

König doesn’t waste any time when he dips his finger across your swollen folds. Playing with the slick running down his wrist, smiling as you are closing your eyes and pressing your head in his chest. He is strong enough to keep you suspended in the air without a care in the world. Weak human, he would have to spend so much time preparing you for him – taking his cock would be a task no sacrifice ever competed before. 

König stares at your dripping pussy that is already clenching around nothing just because his fingers are pressing on the hood of your little clit, and he knows you’d be the perfect wife for him. Taking him properly as his mate, moaning as his cum fills you up. he can’t wait – knows that he should, preparing you properly. His hooves are beating the ground in impatience as his fingers slide in and out of your pussy. You spread your legs, moaning louder. Such a filthy whore for him. 

— Relax, human. Be a good mate. 

— This isn’t what I wa…

— Quiet. Such a good…good girl, Schatz. Will bring me strong children. 

— We can’t have sex. It’s im…impossible.

You whimper, trying to squeeze your legs, to shut his hand. You only moan louder, knowing that you would accept everything he gives you, and ask for more. 

You don’t want to imagine his cock entering you over and over, forcing its way past your walls and making you round and soft with his children. It’s a foreign concept – centaurus shouldn’t mate with humans, it should be physically impossible. Yet, you almost want to try. A breeding mare, made for one and only. 

König gets you on…something. It isn’t exactly a natural thing – a pile of stones and trees, perfect height for you to lay your back on, with some soft leaves and animal skins to rest comfortably. His hands support you on the perfect height and you immediately know what he construction is. A mating stand. Probably for other centaurus – but you feel almost fine laying on it too. Almost normal. Your muscles sting as you try to rest your legs and then spread them wide enough for König to stay between them. He is a big guy, after all. He turns you around, on your tummy. Ass in the air, you don’t like not seeing him. The heavy musk fills your nostrils, making you suddenly aware of what is about to happen – you’re wet, spread enough on his fingers, calloused fingertips scrubbing your gummy walls from the inside. He is fingering you with ease, but it doesn’t feel like a man with experience – he is touching and probing like he doesn’t know what he is doing and, honestly, you kinda like it. He is exploring your body with his and you moan, not caring that you sound like a whore. Humans have already abandoned you as part of society – you might as well just take it. — I will prepare you. 

— It won’t fit… — It will, Schatzen. You’ll get used to it. — What if I break? 

— I will be careful. Trust me, ja?

Even his fingers are a bit much when he enters your body with a third digit. One, two, three – you are about to burst when he is massaging your G-spot, when he is smiling in your hair and gets you so aroused just on it alone. You’re about to cum when he slowly extracts his fingers, deeming your sloppy cunt as explored enough. Your walls are clenching around nothing, a beautiful display of desire – maybe, it was the right call that humanity abandoned you. König looks at the perfect centraius whore on display and he can’t wait to claim you. To make you his. 

He is exiled from other centaurus. 

You are exiled from humans. 

What a beautiful fucking pair. 

He enters your body slowly deliberately. Regrets it immediately – you are wonderful. Too perfect to be this slow, being soft with you is torture. Your walls accept him with a stretch, like a warm glove around his cock. Slowly shifting, softening, straddling his cock with each inch he buries in the depth of your warm, weeping cunt. He can’t touch you, as unfortunate as this is – dumb horse body is making it impossible, even looking at you is hard enough on his neck. He wants to mount you properly, but you’re simply too fucking small. Wants to touch your hair, to whisper some encouragement that human women would probably love to hear – but he can only breath heavily and enter you, one painful centimeter after the other. 

— T…too much, too much, please, I can’t, it’s… You whimper, you cry, it breaks his damned heart because you don’t deserve this. You need to be treated with care, with softness and yet, he can’t give you that. He wants so much to just put you in his arms and hug you, but that would be impossible. König will give you all the coddling in the world after you’re done. After he is sure that you received all the possible breeding and seed he could gave you. 

— Quiet, human. It would be nice soon. 

— It’s not…

— Touch yourself, please, bitte. I can’t…can’t touch you. But you will feel better. 

Your hand goes between your legs, playing with yourself. Spreading your folds around his cock even more, fingers sliding past your clit. Touching the little button and hoping it would be enough to make you aroused – and it is. Your cunt is a mess of your own juices mixed with König’s pre cum, and you already know that you won’t be walking the next couple days. 

König bottoms with a deep sigh, and you feel him in your stomach. Bulging with his giant cockhead, making the outline of his cock visible – you touch it with shock, not understanding how your organs are even in place. 

He starts moving and you finally feel it – the burning pleasure setting fire in the pit of your stomach. the excess liquid pouring from your damp cunt, moans spreading from your lips. You never felt this way with a human before – then again, no human cock would ever be able to compete with König. He can reach the parts of your body that you never knew existed, and the mix of pheromones and musk is making you dizzy. Light-headed. You don’t even need to touch yourself more to feel the height of your orgasm, building in as rapidly as König’s thrusts. 

In, forcing its way to hit your cervix gently, massaging the sore spots of your tight pussy. 

Out, grazing over your inner walls, touching all the buttons. 

In again, filling you up with his pre-cum. Moaning loud enough for the whole forest to hear. 

Out, dragging you back with him, as you’re still impaled on his cock. 

— S…so perfect for me. Scheisse, so pretty… He can’t touch you and it breaks his heart. König goes to praise you instead – words feel awkward on his tongue, but he knows you need to heart it. He wants you to hear it, wants you to fee wanted, entitled. Soft. He smiles when you whimper and moan, milking him for his orgasm. Your cunt is made for him and he wants to spend every waking moment buried inside of it. Gods, you are a perfect sacrifice. 

He is coming embarrassingly fast, pumping his giant cock even deeper into your pussy. Filling you up with hot cum that can’t even stay inside of your cunt. Leaking everywhere, you two are making a mess – you breath heavily, not understanding what is right and wrong anymore. Only knowing, remembering the shape of his cock. Pushing in and out, forcing its way in. God, you feel full. And ridiculous. And so, so perfect with his cock slowly starting to pump you again. And again. Konig came embarrassingly fast, but only because this is just the first orgasm in a row. Forcing its way inside, you are overstimulated already – but you will take him, of course, obviously. You have to.

König is going to enjoy breeding a new clan out of you. 

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[obsessivevoidkitten]

Animal Farm: Wednesdays

Male Yandere Centaurs x Gender Neutral Reader CW: Dubcon, big flaring centaur dick, a second big flaring centaur dick, general yandere behavior, belly bulge from semen and big flaring centaur dick, mentions of musk Word count: 1k (The long awaited third day of the farm harem series Animal Farm, the centaurs! The first fic, along with the others, can be found HERE.)

It was Wednesday. And Wednesdays meant two things. Tyrig and Fargrin. The two muscular centaurs that would be pounding you damn near senseless. By the end of the day, you knew from prior experience, you would scarcely be able to stand. Let alone walk.

After managing to pull yourself away from the dogmen you took a shower. You wiped the cum and sweat from your body. Not that it would matter... you would have a new layer of semen and musk on you soon enough. Evidently you took a bit too long because you were yoinked out suddenly by one of the centaurs. Tyrig.

You shivered as you were exposed to the early outside air with wet skin.

“Awe, are you cold? Don’t worry we’ll warm you up~”

He flung you onto his back and you had no choice but to grab his torso and get close for warmth and stability as he galloped over to the black-furred centaur Fargrin. His black fur and white hair looked pristine, as if he had just bathed as well.

They talked a bit and Fargrin trotted off briefly and came back with his blanket before draping it around you, covering you in his strong musky scent. Apparently they had decided against retrieving your clothing today.

You sighed and held the blanket tightly around you. You were plucked off Tyrig and placed on the comfy bench they had made for you.

“I am going to win this time for sure!” Said the blonde horse Tyrig.

Fargrin only responded with a short laugh.

This was their little custom. Every Wednesday the first thing they would do was have a race around the farm between the two of them. The winner got to be the first to bulge your belly with centaur cock and a massive load of cum.

As usual they were neck and neck the whole time. Fargrin managed to pull ahead at the last possible second. He came trotting towards you with a grin on his face. You climbed on him, knowing he would want a good run with you, always enjoying some outdoor time before a good fuck.

You clung to him tightly, your hands on his muscular abs, while he ran for a bit.

When he was ready to move on to love making he joined his fellow centaur and they took you with them into their dwelling, an upgraded stable-like building. Given all the comforts a human would expect, though everything was much larger to accommodate the inhabitants.

At least it was warmer inside.

You wanted to just get it over with so you took your place on the “sawhorse” A cushioned bench that had rests for your arms and legs. It brought you up to the perfect height for the centaurs to breed you.

“Someone’s eager,” Fargrin remarked with a smirk.

You let out a weary sigh.

“Just to get it all over with.”

Tyrig snorted as he watched Fargrin prep you.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to remain silent as Fargrin lubed up your entrance before starting the long process of stretching you out and warming you up before the massive invasion of his cock. He worked quickly, but carefully. Eager to slip inside you, but wanting to be careful not to hurt you. His cock came out of his sheath and smacked against his underbelly in anticipation. He knew you were ready when his hand and part of his arm could enter you without trouble.

When you were prepped he stood over you as you lay on the sawhorse and pressed his gargantuan cock against your entrance. You winced in discomfort, but it didn’t hurt very much at all. The side effect of all the monster-man semen was that it made you unnaturally stretchy and resilient. It was potent stuff.

Once you could take his full length he spared no time in beginning to pound you properly, his cock making a perfectly visible outline in your stomach as it bulged you out. His massive balls smacked into you loudly, stinging you a bit with each thrust.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he railed you. Tyrig watched with an erection, eager for his turn to rearrange your insides. Both of them chuckled at the perverted moans you let out as your body quivered in orgasm.

“Sh-shut up…”

You blushed deeply as Fargrin continued until finally his tip flared and his balls moved as he emptied them into you, the tip of his cock visibly twitching in your stomach before he eventually pulled out with a loud squelch. Cum came flooding out of you as he did so.

Okay Tyrig, all yours. Now it was Fargrin’s turn to just watch.

Tyrig had no need to prep you or use any amount of lube, the other centaur’s cum would work just fine to ease his cock into you. His cock drooled precum, hungry for your depths after watching the earlier spectacle. You blushed when an involuntary gasp left your lips as he mounted you.

“F-fuck…”

“Heh, you know you love it~”

You whimpered but said nothing in response. You didn’t trust yourself not to just moan incoherently if you tried to speak because at that moment he decided to pick up the pace. It wasn’t too long before you were panting and shuddering, your overly stimulated body trapped in the painful bliss of another orgasm.

“You’re such a lovely cock sleeve!”

He grunted he added his considerable load to what was left of Fargrin’s inside you. Your belly looked pregnant as your hole leaked musky semen all over the place.

You lay there limply. Too sore and sensitive to be able to move. They took you into the shower with them and cleaned you thoroughly, Tyrig pressed your face into his bulging muscular chest as the water rinsed the soap from your limp body. When they finished with that they made you some food and fed you lovingly.

That way you were well fed and cleaned. After all, if they wanted to put you through round 2 you had to keep your energy up and be clean so they could have fun getting you dirty again.

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[queenie-the-court-jester]

Yandere farm x farmhand reader 🌾

A/n: this contains few nsfw mentions, mdni please! They're not all that yandere, just a bunch of dumb silly hybrids trying to catch their favorite humans attention. This is their intro

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★yandere farm x farmhand reader. I know this isn't original, but I always love the concept. Just minding your business, sweaty and hot from the sun, when suddenly a certain German Shepard hybrid starts sniffing you up and down, lapping up your sweaty skin and grinning when you swat him away. How did you end up here?

★maybe you came here for a summer job, maybe some relatives owned the farm, maybe you were always working here. Either way, it doesn't take long for the hybrids to notice you once you arrive.

★the bulls and cows watching curiously from the fields, the centaurs trying to peek from their stables, the merfolk living in the lake just down the property poke their little heads out. The dogs barking from their Little homes, and the cats watching from the windows. You couldn't help but gawk at the variety of hybrids, there were so many! Merfolk, avians, cattle, cats, dogs.

★your first week there was nice, the other farmhands were nice, and the owners were so sweet! Always speaking fondly of their pets, the old couple would watch them run in the field or play by the lake. You yourself found them a little annoying. Always sniffing, grabbing, nipping at your clothes. You've had to fight your overall bottoms free from one of the pooches one too many times. The cats were no better.

★your second week you meet the cattle and centaurs. And unlike the house cats and guard dogs, they're less handsy. Simply observing from afar. Occasionally sniffing you before nodding their heads and pulling away. Letting you do your job of combing, cleaning and fixing up them and their stables. The cattle would happily let you milk them, applying the breast pumps to the females and a cock pump to the males. You ignored how they looked at you strangely during milkings

★the third week you meet the avians. Odd little bunch, hopping around and puffing up their chests. They watched you enter their enclosure curiously, you were busy picking up their molten feathers because you thought they were pretty. So bright and colorful! Walking around bent over a little when you finally notice the peacock male standing right Infront of you. He gave you a pointed look before his tail feathers expanded. Looking prideful, tilting his chin up as if in an arrogant way. Swaying side to side and closer to you, while you just held the feathers in your hands, a little confused. He got closer until he let out an incredibly loud squawk. Turning around abruptly to glare at the cuckoo who bent down to poke his butt. The cuckoo gave you a grin before climbing back up the tree, using this time as distraction, you quickly escaped.

★on the fourth week, you meet the merfolk. Having been here a month, they were eager to meet you. Watching you walk on the dock with fish feed, eagerly Perking up and swimming closer. You shook out a good handful and chucked it out for the koi fish to eat. They swarmed the area until all the food was gone, simply staring up at you. One poked her head out, tilting it a bit and making a 'click' sound with her tongue. You mimicked her, doing the same. She seemed elated, making various whistles and clicks, splashing up and down the lake. The lake was manmade and filled with koi fish when it was finished, but then again there may be more fish not even the owners know about since it was so deep. How'd they get in there? You're not sure, but you just know it.

★on the fifth week your owners told you about how they had bought multiple sheep, and goats. One male for each group. Watching the loading truck approach the little barn they were finished building. So that's why it was there, they started construction when you arrived the first week. You helped the other farmhands get them situated, at first they were rowdy and a little aggressive but for some reason calmed down when you approached them. Your colleagues now called you the sheep whisperer. You quickly learned how to shave their wool and milk the goats properly. Sometimes braiding their long hair, you just wish the ram would stop headbutting the nearest male colleague for your attention.

★On your sixth week, you went for a walk in the forest when suddenly a little body of fluffy fur tackled you, growling with it's teeth barred. You looked up to see a Pomeranian hybrid, trying it's best to look intimidating. Their fluffy tail gave them away, it was wagging 100mph. They visibly deflated when you reached up a hand to pet them, letting you for A couple minutes before getting off. Walking back into the woods towards three wolves. Dissapearing with them. Not soon after you found a friendly garden naga. Just lounging on a rock and enjoying the sun. You asked to join and they let you, laying there for a good while until you had to go back to the farm. Noticing they had wrapped their tail around you, oh boy. It'll take a good while to get out. Welp, might as well make yourself comfortable and wait for the dogs to come find you

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HYBRIDS AND THEIR NAMES:

Week one, cats and dogs;

Brutus, dog hybrid, 18, German Shepard, he/him

Dolly, dog hybrid, 26, doberman, she/her

bladviba, dog hybrid, 25, black Russian terrier, he/him

Molly, dog hybrid, 17, chow chow, she/her

Sweet pea, dog hybrid, 17, samoyed, they/them amab

bubba, dog hybrid, 37, borzoi, he/him

Princess, cat hybrid, 18, ragdoll, she/her

Prince, cat hybrid, 19, Norwegian forest cat, he/him

King, cat hybrid, 27, Khao manee, he/him

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Second week, cattle and centaurs;

Miss bené, cow hybrid, 49, white park cattle, she/her

Miss blackberry, cow hybrid, 22, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Polly, cow hybrid, 26, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss frufru, cow hybrid, 28, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Vivian, cow hybrid, 35, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Big daddy, bull hybrid, 52, Aberdeen Angus, he/him

Johnny, bull hybrid, 18, Aberdeen Angus/white park cattle, he/him

Jacqueline, centaur, 19, shire horse, she/her

Timothy, centaur, 21, galineers cob, he/him

maya, centaur, 17, fjord horse, they/them

Casper, centaur, 23, ardennais, he/him

miguel, centaur, 18, Andalusian horse, he/him

harmony, centaur, 25, Breton horse, they/them

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third week, avians;

Sydney, avian, 22, cockatoo, they/he

Evangeline, avian, 19, peacock, she/her

Gabriel, avian, 20, peacock, he/him

fajarah, avian, 24, indian ring necked parakeet, she/her

Foolish, avian, 26, owl finch, he/him

simon, avian, 28, tyto alba, he/him

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Fourth week, merfok;

tancho, koi fish merfolk, 19, tancho koi, he/him

kiko, koi fish merfolk, 19, kikokuryu koi, she/her

hime, koi fish merfolk, 19, hirenaga koi, she/her

Tsu, koi fish merfolk, 19, doitsu koi, they/them

koromo, koi fish merfolk, 19, koromo koi, he/him

Mason, lake 'monster' (crocodile), 20, freshwater crocodile, he/him

•°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆

Fifth week, goats and sheep;

Sally, goat, 25, angora goat, she/her

Opal, goat, 24, Tennessee fainting goat, she/her

Sasha, goat, 26, australian cashmere goat, she/her

kim, ram, 23, dutch landrace goat, he/him

Poka, sheep, 19, Valais black nose, they/them

Juniper, sheep, Valais black nose, she/her

violet, sheep, 18, harri, she/her

azucar, sheep, 17, Columbia sheep, she/her

Wehrner, ram, 21, American black belly, he/him

•°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆

Sixth week, the forest creatures:

roxy, wolf hybrid, 19, grey wolf, she/her

Silas, wolf hybrid, 21, grey wolf, he/him

Milo, wolf hybrid, 20, albino Grey wolf, they/them

Kiki, dog hybrid, 18, Pomeranian, they/them

Coachella, naga, 27, garden snake, they/him

•°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆ •°. *࿐ ⋆

#Yandere farm x reader #Yandere x reader #Poly yanderes #Yandere hybrids x reader #Yandere dog hybrid #Yandere cat hybrid #Yandere centaur #Yandere cow hybrid #Yandere bull hybrid #Yandere sheep hybrid #Yandere goat hybrid #Yandere merfolk #Yandere wolf pack #Yandere naga #Male yandere #Female yandere #Non-binary yandere #X reader #Yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere fic #yandere x darling #Mild smut #Queenie ocs #Queenie writes

[softcitrus2345]

And over a month later, here's prompt #17 XD 17. Curse - Hugo receives a curious gift from an unknown source

Seems like he doesn't mind the results of his curiosity, though he's definitely gonna have to cancel classes for the day until he figures out how to get back to normal-

I actually did some research on runes for this prompt, I thought it would be interesting if the "curse" was intended to be a gift for the person receiving it- >;3c

Here are the runes I used for reference ;p (and here's the source I used too)

Now that I finished this huge prompt, hopefully I can get more of them out a bit sooner TTwTT

#feedist kinktober #softcitrus hugo #ssbhm #chubby centaur #male weight gain #instant weight gain #magic weight gain #immobile fat #*dies* #This took FOREVER but I'm happy with how it turned out ;;w;; #I'm just glad I can finally share this #I've been sitting on this WIP for weeks now-

[cosmic-whorror]

Capturing the unicorn

#monster boyfriend #oc #long haired male #centaur #unicorn #pearlescent #pastel #predicament

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Male Monster Musume: Feeding The Beasts Pt. III

Last Part

“Good Morning, (Y/n). Are you ready to spend the day together?”

As you expected, Centoreo was so much easier. Waking up in a timely matter with a warm cup of tea or coffee. It was relaxing, being able to rely on someone else. Able to serve little biscuits and cucumber slices without burning the house down. It wasn’t too often that you got such a quiet morning for yourself.

“Thanks, Centoreo, I appreciate it.”

“No problem, (Y/n)! As my Master, it’s a given that on my day; we’ll get to relax together.”

Sitting across from each other on the newly installed tatami mats. The morning’s light shining through the window gently warmed your face. It was quiet between you two. A tad too quiet.

Centoreo was still smiling at you. 

Constantly smiling as you began to get nervous.

“Uh so?”

“So what, my Master?”

“....I don’t know…what’ve you been up to?”

He sighed, “Only counting down the hours until my day was here.”

A mirth smile spread across your face as you imagined the sight of Centoreo waiting anxiously by a clock. You took another sip of your drink admiring his stylized room. Coming to realize there’s no clock within the room you turned back to the centaur.

“You don’t have a clock in here.”

“I do not. Back home we centaurs are taught to dictate the time by the sun or better yet to count the hours in a day.”

“Wow, I didn’t know that. That’s pretty hardcore.”

“Thank you, Master!”

“Do you guys also get trained with the sword?”

You missed the way his eyes widened and the way his hands twitched. He tilted his head when he asked his question.  

“Excuse me?”

“Like don’t centaurs get swords? I’m sure you couldn’t bring a real one with you but still.”

Centoreo hesitated, “Some do but aren’t swords considered archaic in today's age?”

Shoot. 

You mentally kicked yourself. In the anime, Cerea was very upfront about her sword replica. Having it on her waist or drawing it the second she felt necessary. It was a big part of her character. But now that you thought about it Centoreo had no such thing, even with the way you both met; chasing criminals and using the sword just wasn’t a part of it. Supposedly that had happened before you even met up with him. So without your prior knowledge, this line of questioning seemed completely out of left field. Your best chance now was to do damage control.

“Uhm yes, but I thought Centaurs preferred a more traditional type of learning and lifestyle. Like the way you chose a master.”

Centoreo seemed to nod as he accepted your lie coverup. Clapping his hands in confirmation.

“I see, how you might have thought that! But you’re not wrong, we do get a myriad of training with different weapons and I do have one.”

“A replica? Neat!”

Centorea dwelled in your excitement,” Would you like to see my sword?”

At that moment the door to Centoreo’s room slams open and in a flurry of blue feathers and a scaly tail, the two other monster transfer students barged in. Both are standing guard in front of you blocking your sight from the centaur. 

“No! There will be no showing any ‘swords’ of yours! Not before mine!”

“Yeah! I want to show my sword too! We’re not going to let you get away with it.”

You could hear his polite chuckles from behind his hand, “Oh so you don’t want (Y/n) to protect themselves?”

“Yes! I mean, wait–”

“Of course not! That’s my job!”

“No you bird brain! He’s talking about some weapon he brought overseas with him.”

“Oh…I already thought your rear-end was enough of a weapon.”

“Pypi!”

The harpy had a nonchalant expression as you scolded him while coughing to hide the snicker that threatened to spread on your face. The lamia immediately began to coil around himself in laughter, making it easy for the red-in-the-face centaur to push most of him out the door. 

With a huff, Centoreo shut his door and locked it. When he turned to you he had an angry blush at the smile you were failing to cover. 

“I’m sorry, Centoreo…but if you’re still willing to show me I’d love to see.”

A small smile spread on his face as he turned back to you. Guiding you to stand over a specific floorboard he revealed a hidden case that robotically raised out of the ground and showed a myriad of weapons…some of which were not all that traditional.

“And this is my 177 Caliber BB Gun Air Pistol…it’s not incredibly new but it’s close enough to what I’m comfortable with.”

“Oh wow….”

“What’s with that face?”

“It’s just that I didn’t think guns counted as traditional weaponry.”

He laughed, “It’s alright, that’s what we’re here for. To learn about each other.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

That was a really good point. The anime made a point to use the laws and societal changes to move the plot. It was mostly about how the girls were fitting into the human world, with their love interest somehow being all-knowing about their idiosyncrasies. Granted there were some exceptions but it wasn’t a major theme to learn in-depth about their cultures. 

You thought that was cool. 

“If you’d like I can teach you how to shoot it.”

“Really?"

"Of course.”

Sooner than you realized it you found yourself in the position of every male protagonist during a pool game. Trying to hyper-focus on the gun you were holding instead of the muscular chest on the back of your head as well as the hands supporting your back. While you could only see the target board you could feel the warmth of his breath as he gave his advice.

“Don’t close your eye, and use the sight to aim. That’s it. You’re doing perfectly my Master.”

This was a lot more than you were expecting.

Crttt Crttt Crttt Crttt

A grating sound broke the moment, thankfully. Bringing both of you to look at the curiously opened door, With only a crack wide enough for furiously yellow-slitted eyes and a fanged set of teeth gritting against each other. Centoreo let out an uncharacteristically long groan before excusing himself out of his room. 

“My Master I’ll return shortly, after I speak with…them.”

“But it’s okay I can talk to him–”

“No no dear it’s fine. Just keep practicing, I’ll be just a moment.”

The Japanese-style door slides shut and you can’t help but expect to hear screaming and sounds of a fight. But there was nothing. After a few minutes had passed you began to feel bored with just shooting the air-gun. Finally putting it down you left his room, poking your head out into the hall and finding no one. Searching around you found the monster boys in the living room with 2 of them sleeping peacefully on the couch. Centoreo was standing over them pulling a blanket over their forms, before turning to you.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, my master.”

“Ah, it’s okay. I’m surprised they’d fall asleep so easily.”

Centoreo shrugged before perking up with an idea.

“(Y/n). I wanted to ask if maybe we could meal prep together. I was hoping we could be…adventurous with the vegetables this time since we usually cater to them.”

“Sure I don’t mind, though I don’t think they’d be too interested in what we make.”

“I have a feeling they’ll sleep through dinner, I convinced them to eat something hearty before they slept.”

You decided not to question the weird timing. 

“Then let’s have fun, shall we?”

“Perfect!”

______________________________________________________________

You both most certainly did. Able to even light a candle or two while you enjoyed the roasted and sauteed veggies you’d both made. As Centoreo predicted they did sleep through dinner, letting you both enjoy a quiet and peaceful evening together. It was hard to be cautious when he was just so sweet. It might have made you soften up a bit when it came to him.

“Centoreo you don’t have to call me master all the time.”

“Then what should call you then?”

“My name or some other nickname. I don’t really care. Milo’s got like a thousand for me.”

“I want you to pick what I’ll call you. Otherwise, I’ll just stick to master. Or your name, both are really important to me.”

“You’re so stubborn.”

“It’s a quality of a good knight. Cheers.”

Even as the night began to close you were almost certain he’d abashedly ask you to snuggle in his bed with him. But he politely offered to let you relax offering to watch your phone and clothes while you headed to the bath. It’s become a bit of an issue with Milo and Pypi taking advantage of your unattended clothes. Even though they were asleep you were hesitant to let him. Cerea was still a prominent member of the harem; it wouldn’t be unheard of that he was as dangerously interested in you as Milo and Pypi. But you might have wanted to take advantage of the unattended bath…without the possible intrusion…an opportunity so hard to pass up.

“Okay but don’t do anything weird. I’ll be out in a bit.”

He smiled graciously as though a halo was meant to appear. “Of course, I’m here to help. Enjoy your bath.”

A refreshing bath later and a final cup of tea. You bid Centoreo goodnight as you shut your metal door. 

The schedule worked. The strengthening of your bonds was important to hopefully disassembling and keeping a reign on the alternate versions of the monster girls. This could work if you kept this up, not to mention the later events of the anime. Maybe pushing past their insecurities would be the way to go. 

Things were looking up. 

___________________________________________________________

Blonde strands of hair cascaded over Centoreo’s face as he glared at the messages from the agent. Looking down at the contact he scrolled through the text history, with scrunched brows. He felt disgusted as he glared at the mail he’d intercepted. 

It was an opt-out form.

The letter of allowance is meant to let the host peacefully transfer their guardianship to another. 

He was already burning the added note from the agent jovially informing him of his new promotion. There were other disturbing litigations in cursive but Centoreo deemed it all unworthy of thought. Taking only the main points to heart. 

“Did you really think you have a chance? While I’m here?  Please.”

It was a minor concern, that another tenant was going to arrive. This would be returned to the mailbox. The others could be burned. 

“It’s only a matter of time. Bide your time Centoreo. It will all be worth it then.”

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere harem #yandere male monster musume #yandere monster musume #yandere centaur #yandere monsters #yandere monster x reader #yandere monster musume x reader #yandere male monster musume x reader #yandere males #yanderes x reader #yandere lamia #yandere monster harem

[sculppp]

Eugène Fromentin (1820 – 1876) 

Centaures 1868,detail.

#eugène fromentin #centaures #male beauty

[bump1nthen1ght]

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.”

#my writing #reader insert #monster romance #monster x reader #male reader insert #centaurs

[travelingcentaur]

Centaur: Night Rider

That feeling when your centaur lover of elven origin has had enough of your nonsense. Your insistence on reading when its that special time of year for his people, and you are insisting on staying in and reading! His annoyance is laid bare as he insists on going out with the moon begins to climb, but you decline in favor of reading your favorite book. Forcing him to be direct as his mother has taught him with troublesome mates.

Resulting in you, still laid on your favorite blanket, suddenly finding his rear hooves slamming down on either side of your shoulders. Startling you to no end before finding your head pinned to the floor by two extremely warm and swollen balls as he squats down on you. Musky and near sticky from the intensity of his natural needs. Each bigger than your chest and weighing just as much as he settles his weight down on you.

Nearly sitting as a dog on your head as he makes a point of taking your shorts off. Unbuckling and sliding off to show he's not a brute as you protest. Only to be silenced by him shifting his rump across your face to have his plump sack pressing against your mouth. Ensuring no further protests as he grips your throbbing member and begins stroking.

Feeling his determination to get you to relieve yourself with his firm practiced strokes. Needing but a few minutes before you spill heavily into his hand for him to loudly drink and lick clean before he gets up. Leaving you breathlessly as he grabs a belly harness you purchased for his birthday the month prior.

Something you immediately regret as he stands over you for a moment with a smile. Then leaning down and sniffing your face for a few moments before kissing you and stripping you of your shirt. Making it far easier for him to slip you into the harness before stepping into the straps and pulling you up.

Nice and taunt against his belly and rump firmly pressed against his sheath. Barely getting everything in place and tightened down properly before you moan with his cock pressing free of his sheath and entering you in one smooth motion. Needing but a few tense pleasure digging moments before you find your favorite blanket wrapped around you.

"Now, we have much time to make up for, most of the herd are already on their seventh releases into their partners. And I still intend on setting the new record with thirty before the first light of dawn!", he proudly says as you jostle and bounce on his swelling cock as he walks out the front door.

Feeling his plump sack bouncing and smacking against your rear with each step as your belly and his becomes warm with your pleasure driven release. Earning a delighted chuckle from him before he sprints off into the field and away from the house. Barely slowing as you cum again with his own balls clenching against your rear. Letting loose a flood you know to be dozens of gallons yet refusing to miss a single step or sway in his gallop.

Racing hard into the night to catch up with his herd, joining them for their games and chases. Sharing in the joyous fun as you speak to the others on their lovers belly as you are, drinking wine brought by the others. Laughing heartily as you do not regret teasing your lover as you had. Joking over who is leaving the bigger and longer trails of seed behind them. And by the peak of the moon he has already caught up and exceeded most others in releases.

A delightful eighteen heavy releases into you with no signs of slowing or stopping as he takes the lead in the next race. Galloping hard and fast with his balls slapping against your ass as its a long one this time. Earning another two releases by the time he reaches the finish, in third place. But no hard feelings are hard as everyone, including him, cheers for the one who came in first.

As the moon reaches high above he proudly declares his count of twenty-seven. Earning a few whistles and cheer as more wine is had before he and everyone gathered hunch over slightly and really begin fucking their belly tied partners. Encouraged by the others to thrust hard and fast into you as your seed has long since soaked through his fur and spilling out around your belly and back. Dripping heavily onto the ground as he cums again and again.

Determined now as he breaks the record of thirty releases and continues without slowing. Leaving you to try and count with difficulty with the pleasure soaking through your numbing mind. Feeling his release blending together with the next till exhaustion finally takes you. Slipping into a intense dream of pleasure that seems to never end.

Waking the next day with a pleasant snap, finding yourself staring at your lovers chest. Taking a few seconds to realize he has not taken you off yet. And... he's cooking breakfast.

"Fret not dear, its tradition for one to keep their partner on them for the weeks leading up to the full moon. To ensure proper bonding and show of love between two men such as ourselves. And for those with woman as their lovers, to ensure their seed takes.", he says with pleased tones.

Barely finishing before you feel his balls tense once more with a fresh filling of warmth. Only to frown up to him as you point out he's the one who is going to be scrubbing the floors clean, not you.

#nsft monster #monsterfucker #monster lover #monster boyfriend #male monster #terato #tetrophilia #fantasy #monster breeding #nsft centaur #Belly rider #centaur x human #Male Centaur x Male

[flowersandbigteeth]

Your centaur boyfriend buys some muffins

General Plot: Your best customer comes in to buy some muffins, only he isn't who you thought he was.

Word Count: 2k

Centaur (Echo) x female fairy reader

W: a bit of gore, minor character injuries, yandere behavior, sfw monster, yandere fluff, kidnapping

You wouldn’t think that centaurs liked baked goods, but Echo did. He’d been coming to your little bakery, Merri Muffins, for a few years and with some passing conversations you’d gotten to know him a bit. You knew little nuggets of information about him, he’d dropped here and there in conversation.

He never said what he did for work, but you knew his favorite kind of music was jazz and that he liked to get up early to watch the sunrise. He practiced archery, but only because it was traditional and good exercise and he liked dogs. 

It would be a lie to say you hadn’t developed a crush on him since he’d started coming in. 

It was hard not to be flustered by him. He was so big, as all centaurs were, with dark gray fur on his flank and lighter silver hair pulled back into a low ponytail. His dark gray eyes were mysterious and maybe a little bit calculating.

He always wore a black blazer over a t-shirt that stretched over his wide chest. The most mysterious and maybe your favorite feature of his face was the long, deep scar that ran down his forehead, over one eye and down his cheek. 

You felt like it was unprofessional to hit on a customer so you’d never pushed for anything, maintaining an affable friendship.  

“There’s my busy bee,” he said affectionately as he approached the counter. 

“Good morning Echo, want to try something new today?” you asked. 

He always did. You used him as your test customer for your newest recipes. 

“Whatcha got for me?” he asked, looming over you. 

Your bakery was up to code and had doors and ceilings sized for centaurs and other large beings, but as a small fairy you were a short stack when compared to him. After pulling your latest creation out of the display you manifested your silvery wings and fluttered up quite a bit until you were eye level, holding out the treat to him. 

“It’s blackberry rosemary,” you said, hovering in front of him while he took a bite, “to be honest. It’s kind of an experiment.” 

A smile bloomed on his face and he nodded. 

“It’s heavenly!” he beamed, “but I’m going to be honest, it’s a little high end. Your average banana nut lover is not going to want to risk it.” 

You twisted your lip and nodded, tapping your chin with your finger. 

“That’s a good point,” you said, “maybe I’ll put it on my catering menu. They tend to order the more specialized stuff.”

You sank back down to the floor as he finished the muffin in a few bites, licking his thick fingers when he was done. 

“Can I get a few more for the road?” he asked. 

You packed him a few of the blackberry rosemary and tossed in a couple of apple cinnamon ones because they were his favorite. Just as you were about to hand the bag to him, there was a crash at the front of the store.

There was a lot of shouting and yelling, while you watched an orc and a werewolf were at each other’s throats. They weren’t paying attention to where their fight was going and ended up wrestling in the middle of your dining room, knocking over chairs and knocking holes in the walls. 

To your shock Echo pulled a silver gun from his pocket and fired a few shots into the ceiling. This wasn’t a normal gun, but one designed for large creatures that didn’t go down easily. It was thick in his hand and loud. You squealed in surprise. The two monsters stopped for a moment, turning their attention to Echo, who was aiming the gun at them a little loosely as if he’d done it a thousand times before. 

“Someone better tell me what this is about,” he bit out.  

His voice wasn’t loud, but it wasn’t the Echo you knew, either. It was cold and commanding. 

They both stuttered some curses and broke away from each other holding up their hands. 

“Fuck, Echo,” one of them said, backing up. 

“You know you’re in the wrong territory,” he said evenly. 

“It was just an accident, we swear,” one of them said.

The other nodded his head vigorously. 

“Well?” Echo snapped. 

“Just a spat over a girl,” one of them said, eyeing the other with a bit of acid in his gaze. 

“So you came to mine to have it out?” 

“Like I said it was an accident,” the orc reiterated. 

Echo sauntered between them, lowering the gun. His hooves clicked on the floor, echoing in the silent space. You watched his silver tail thrash with annoyance. He was not happy. 

Before he passed them, he aimed it at the floor and shot them both in the foot one after the other so fast you didn’t have time to scream. 

Instead you heard their screams and they crumpled into each other in pain. The gun hadn’t just shot neat holes in their feet, it had blasted half of each of their feet off.

The bloody stumps were leaking all over your parquet floor. He returned the gun to its holster in his jacket and dragged their screaming bodies out of the hole they made in the front window. Dumping them in the street to find their own way home. 

When he was done he walked back casually and plucked the bag of muffins out of your hand. You were frozen in front of him, your mouth hanging open.  

“I’m sorry you had to see that little bee,” he said, looking down at you, “the neighborhood has gotten bad. Looks like the Herd has some cleaning up to do.” 

You snapped your mouth shut, swallowing thickly.

You’d heard of the Herd. The shady gang whose name was whispered around town. If you wanted to buy girls, guns, or drugs, they were the centaurs you wanted to find. Everyone on your block paid them protection fees except you. Oddly, you’d never been threatened by one of their enforcers into paying. You figured they thought a muffin shop wouldn’t make enough to extort and just thanked the goddess for your fortune. 

There had been no reason for you to believe Echo was one of them just because he was a centaur. It wasn’t like a gangster would be buying muffins. Only…he did. 

He looked around your destroyed shop, taking a bite of another muffin, then looked down at you. 

“I suppose I can’t leave you here,” he said, “their bosses will be coming looking for revenge soon and you’re a witness.” 

He swallowed the rest of the pastry then reached down and hoisted you up in his hands. Frightened, you manifested your wings and tried to flutter away from him, but his grip was strong. He folded your wings down until they were pinned and you willed them out of existence. They were useless anyway and it was uncomfortable to have pressure on the delicate tissue.

“Don’t be scared,” he said, “I’ll take good care of you little bee.” 

Little did you know Echo had been waiting for an opportunity like this. He’d been head over heels for you since he bought a muffin from you at the Farmer’s Market, before you even had your shop and you just ran a rickety little stand. You’d been so cute with your delicious, home baked muffins and bright smile. 

Love with him wasn’t easy, though. There was too much at risk, the stakes too high. If you were his girl. You were his. Completely. How could he explain that to you in a way that wouldn’t send you running? 

But now he had an excuse to capture you. He’d done a million other fucked up things, why not take an innocent little fairy baker to top it off? He’d always looked out for you. Never charging you protection fees like the other businesses he extorted and keeping an eye on your house. Your landlord never raised your rent because he bullied him out of it at knifepoint. You’d gotten the loan for your business, despite being just out of cooking school and having no credit because he’d blackmailed the head of the bank into approving it. In a certain sense, you were already his, he reasoned. 

With you pinned in one arm he pulled out his phone and hit a number. 

“Come get me,” he barked into the phone with no preamble before shoving it back into his pocket. 

You didn’t have time to think about your wrecked store and that you were just abandoning it as Echo marched down the street with you in his arms as if nothing had happened. A minute later a truck appeared with a trailer big enough to transport a centaur and he hopped in the back. The inside was nice, furnished with a small wet bar and a leather cushion big enough for his body. He sat down with you, stroking your hair. 

“Do you want a drink?” he asked. 

“What…what is happening right now?” you responded with a question, still staring at him with wide eyes.

His usual sweet smile was back. 

“I’m making you my woman, busy bee,” he said, booping you on the nose. 

His phone rang before you could respond and he picked it up. 

“Yeah? Figured. Light em up.” 

He hung up the phone and turned his attention back to you.

“I hate that you have to see such frightening things,” he pouted, “were you scared?” 

“I’m very scared right now,” you said honestly.

He pet your head. 

“Don’t worry about a thing,” he assured you, “as long as you do as you're told everything will be just fine. I’m very good at managing things. I manage the whole Herd.” 

You gulped. 

“Y-you?” you asked, your voice hoarse. 

He grinned and nodded. 

“Are you surprised?”  

“I’m very surprised,” you admitted and he preened under what he perceived as praise.“We are going to have so much fun together my sweet bee,” he said, tugging your hair out of the ponytail it was in and carding the strands, “now that I have you all to myself.”

#centaur #centaur x reader #monster x reader #monster x girl #monster fluff #yandere fluff #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere x female reader

[ablobwhowrites]

Yandere centaur world headcanons and shitposting.

*you when you and horse went to centaur world for the first time*

Wammawink: “even if your human, your apart of my herd”

M/n: “horse, I think I just went mentally insane now”

Horse: “war has permanently destroyed our mentality has gotten both of us now”

Splendib: “oh I like that human, he’s mine now” *m/n proceeds to get snatched from horse and the herd by the glitter cats*

Zulius: *gasp* “YOU BI-“

Pov your a seal-taur and now apart of wammawinks herd

I do imagine when you and horse met wammawink and her herd, they all for real though you two where a centaur but just separated by magic or something cause you where on horses back when you came to their world

Cheb: "listen I don't do favorites....y/n and Durpleton are my favorite, not horse"

Y/n: "horse has done nothing wrong, cheb"

Cheb: "she is existing"

Y/n: "hey where did my sword go?"

*Glendale proceeded to throw y/n's sword into her portal tummy* "oh, you must have dropped it somewhere"

Pov what Zulius wrote on splendib's mirror after the competition episode

#yandere x male reader #x male reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere male x male reader #yandere ideas #x gn reader #yandere x gn reader #yandere x oc #yandere x darling #centaur world #yandere centaur world #centaur World Series

[terato-is-life]

Your monster parent is a wonderful soul you love with all your heart, but their size difference makes it almost impossible to show physical affection for you.

But there is one day where they either have a human form or a size close to yours, and they use it to be as affecionate as possible.

It happened in your birthday, when your dragon parent used that day to give you their tighest hug as a birthday gift to you

#exophilia #monster x human #monster family #male monster x female reader #female monster x male human #female monster x female human #male monster x male human #monster father #monster father x human daughter #monster mother x human daughter #monster mother #monster mother x human son #monster father x human son #dragon #orc #naga #centaur

[thesmartartslibrary]

#fine art #male #centaur #blades #armor #fantasy #2401 #The SmartArts Library #shv3

[softcitrus2345]

Hugo before, during, and after a particularly ambitious stuffing session~ >;3c I think he can still fit a few more courses in there, don't you?

Having two stomachs just gives him twice as much room to stuff himself with XP His lower belly in the second one is a lighter pink than the rest of his fur 'cause his skin is showing through the fur a bit from how stretched out his belly is- 😳😳😳

* COUGH COUGH COUGH AAANYWAYS- *

#someone get this man a feeder #he shouldn't have to feed himself that much all by himself! 😤 #softcitrus hugo #male weight gain #immobile wg #male stuffing #extreme stuffing #bear #chubby centaur #trans oc #trans man

[cosmic-whorror]

Unicorn portrait?

#monster boyfriend #oc #long haired male #horn #unicorn #centaur #pearlescent #pastel #pink pupils

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Male Monster Musume: Feeding The Beasts

“Alright boys, this is the new schedule. Per Centoreo’s suggestion and some…tweaking on my half. These days belong to you and I’m asking that you respect it so you’re not smothering–”

“Oooh! I have a question!”

“Shut up chicken! Darling wasn’t finished yet!” 

“Aaaahhh! Help! The worm’s killing me! Ahh!”

“Maybe I should since you still seem confused about your place in this household.” 

Pypi continue to wiggle within Milo’s coils while the other was trying to avoid the sharpened talons swinging at him. You and Centoreo let out an exhausted sigh before moving away from the tussling group. 

“So, master I wanted to ask this ‘communal time’ what is that?” 

Pointing at the color-coded spot on the calendar you preened clearing your throat. After all, you had thought long and hard about what would make things easier for their shared obsession. Activities! Activities were what brought the girls together, building the friendships that ultimately protected the main guy from getting hurt…for the most part. 

“Ah yes, that is the time where we all must spend together. We are roommates after all it’d be best if we get along.”

It got really quiet. Your eyes trailed from your calendar to look at the group; who were all looking at you like you were insane. Lips curled, eyebrows lifted, and all fighting stopped–it was something when they all start laughing. Deadpanned while they continued to curl and howl in laughter. Milo was tearing up slapping his hand and tail against the floor, while Pypi kept banging against the ceiling. And Centoreo, in an attempt to be polite, kept his laughs behind his hand failing to stifle his snickers. 

Finally quieting to occasional chuckles Centoreo spoke, “Ah, I’m sorry my master, it's just that seems like a ridiculous idea!” 

“Yeah, Darling, even I wouldn’t want to sit around and pretend to be friends with rivals.” Milo quipped finally reclining into the couch. Pypi did the same letting his shoulders bounce as he continued to have spurts of laughter.

“Yeah! Even I’d rather we wrestle by ourselves.”

You put a hand to your forehead as Milo sneered at the knowing smirk on the blue-haired harpy’s face. 

“Well, I think it’s a great idea, sweet pea!” 

Everyone’s gaze snapped to Smith who was sipping on a hot cup of coffee on the couch. Milo was the first to react shooting off the couch to protectively wrap around you as he scowled at the agent. 

“You!? How’d you get in here?!”

With a snide smile, Smith twirled a key around his finger before pocketing it. Centoreo turned away with a heavy huff while Pypi’s talons raked against the floor, making terrifying scrapes against the floor. Milo’s grip tightened around you as he protectively tucked your head underneath his, You looked up with widened eyes you felt a severe sense of urgency. This was how you’d get a rib broken if you didn’t calm their amping anger.  With great struggle, you pushed your hands out of Milo’s intensifying grip to straighten out your crumpled calendar as you pointed to the first day of the schedule. 

“Y-you guys! T-t-today belongs to–mmh!” 

“Me!” 

Milo squealed squishing your cheeks in tandem with his excitement before shifting the entirety of your weight to his arms. Curling you into himself he rocketed himself into his room where he cheered the whole way. 

Leaving the remaining few to seeth with the calendar that was flung behind.

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To find that the one you dreaded spending time with the most was actually somewhat enjoyable. 

“Are you comfortable my Darling?”

“Actually yeah.”

You were cooling off after the steamy environment of the open bath. Granted it was stressful back then to slap away Milo’s hands that seemed to wander. He didn’t mind it when you went to put on a swimsuit, saying something about ‘modesty being sexy on you.’ He says he also went to put on a bathing suit you couldn’t tell what exactly he was covering but whatever. Nonetheless, you agreed to indulge him leaning against his shoulder in the bath and leaning against his chest in the comfort of his room. 

His back was against the wall, his tail curled around your spread legs as his arms wrapped around your stomach. Occasionally you felt the air of his breath or the smile that spread into the top of your head but otherwise, you were comforted. His body wasn’t particularly warm or too cold which allowed you the perfect temperature to relax on. 

You listlessly tapped and swiped at your phone occupying yourself with the device as you let your mind wander. This didn’t seem so bad, after all. You had your worries, organizing the schedule, almost certain Milo would take the excuse of his day to try and force his advances on you. But he did no such thing, limiting his usually aggressive attempts to 'mate' with you to playful touches and flirty remarks. 

“I like this (Y/n).”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…I’m sorry about what I said about your schedule.”

“Is’okay.” 

What surprised you most was that you didn’t hate this. The non-scheming, non-screeching Milo that was content to simply hold you against his chest as the sun had begun to set. A Milo, that was satisfied with just this at least for now. Now that you were making way for his affection he didn’t seem as crazy as before. In that way, Milo was like a flame. If you wanted not to get hurt, you just needed to keep him fed. 

You like the ‘fed’ Milo more than his usual self. Because you weren’t afraid to let your eyes droop around him. And as you slipped into a light nap you could only hope to keep this Milo around a lot longer. 

________________________________________________________

“Uhm Milo… maybe I should do the cooking.”

“Nope! Nope! Not today my Darling! I want to ta-earn my prize on this special day!” Milo exclaimed proudly haphazardly waving the spatula around.

When you awoke the sunlight had faded for the stars and a look at the time confirmed that you were late for dinner. You snapped up attempting to pull yourself from your grip only for a half-awake Milo to pull you back. When you reiterated how you had to cook Milo took it upon himself to do this for you; on the price that you praise him with a kiss. 

You wouldn’t be as concerned as you are if it weren’t for Milo mirroring the trait of Miia from the show–that she was a terrible cook. The black smoke billowed out of the pot with a noxious smell. 

“Uh well, m-maybe you should measure some of your–oh wow.”

You tried to advise as he casually dumped an entire can of mayonnaise into the bubbling pot. If anyone asked, you couldn’t tell what he was cooking but you hoped that his excitable dancing around would spill whatever it was.

“Well, I won’t be able to ‘enjoy’ this per my vegetarian diet.” Centoreo huffed attempting to cover his nose. He put a hand on your back pulling you close to him, “And with what you’re making (Y/n) shouldn't either.” 

Milo continued to stir his pot with a smile as he used his tail to trip the centaur, dragging your stool closer to him as Centoreo crashed to the ground.

“No worries! I’ve only ever added vegetables! Yup no meat in here so everyone will love it~!” 

He sang to himself continuing to add whatever to the pot. Pypi popped into the kitchen wearing a clothing pin on his nose as he peaked over Milo’s shoulders. Sticking his tongue out in disgust he flew to you rubbing his face into your lap as he wrapped his wings around your waist.

“Yuck! Yuck! It smells so gross (Y/n)! I don’t have to eat that do I?”

Before you could respond that same scaley muscle squeezed Pypi, flinging him off of you as his smile twitched.

“Yes, you will because in our house! You’ll eat what I cook, do you understand?!” 

At that moment something shot out of the pot, zipping past you to singe the wood of an adjacent cabinet. You looked at Milo who shrugged with a nervous smile as everyone gave horrified looks.

“Well, I’m glad I went ahead and ordered takeout.” 

Smith laughed leaning on your back, Milo’s lip puckered and he caved into himself as he admitted defeat. You felt bad his feelings were hurt but you weren’t going to put any of what he made into your mouth. 

As you passed one of the takeout containers to the still-moping naga, you called out to him. 

“Hey. You tried and that's what counts.”

“Yeah but now I’ll never get that kiss!” 

You shook your head grabbing your own utensil to take a bite. Despite being sated he was still Milo and as far as you would know: you were his only goal in the end. 

“Well maybe on your next day, I can show you how to cook. How about that?”

The smile that spread across his face was blinding, his amber-slitted eyes gleaming with a light blush.

“Okay, yeah!”

Diving into your own plates and bowls you felt particularly confident. If all Milo needed was some affection then surely Pypi would be much easier to satisfy. 

Right?

@yandere-city

#yandere male monster musume #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere harem #yandere monster musume #yandere male monster musume x reader #yandere lamia #yandere harpy #yandere centaur #yandere genderbend monster musume