#Yandere minotaur

[obsessivevoidkitten]

In The Minotaur's Maze

Male Minotaur Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Violently painful noncon, mild bleeding from sex, size difference, belly bulge from massively huge dick, mild mention of musk, stalking, kidnapping, general yandere behavior) Word Count: 980 (Tried to make a drabble, failed again with a mini-fic instead. Oops. This is one of my very few works, so far, that is technically fanfiction as Asterion is the canon name of the Minotaur in Greek mythology.)

You were a talented explorer seeking ancient relics for fame and fortune.

You used a combination of minor magic to speak to the dead and serious investigation to discern the location of the fabled Minotaur labyrinth.

It was deep within an enchanted cave system that in many ways served as an extension of the maze hidden away within.

You carefully navigated the treacherous caves until you came upon the secret entrance. You placed your hand in the middle of a smooth wall and uttered the magic incantation.

The wall dissolved in a flash of light, and you stepped through the entrance as the stone reformed behind you. This was it. You were in the maze proper. What secrets lie ahead?

Of course, you knew the legends of Asterion the Minotaur, but he had been slain in them. And nothing could live so long anyway, especially without food.

You navigated the stone corridors easily. Despite their age, they still looked brand new. As you continued on, you occasionally heard what sounded like hooves plodding along behind you.

You pushed it from your mind. Your imagination was playing tricks.

As you stepped around a corner, you came to a wooden door and opened it. When you stepped through, gone were the twisting stone paths filled with the scent of earth.

Instead, there was an ancient style dwelling overlooking some farmland growing a variety of trees, bushes, and vines.

The door you had come through was still behind you, you closed it and from this side it looked like a door to a shed. So the labyrinth had pocket dimensions… You had heard about them in passing. You wondered how large it was. The realm may look like an idyllic farm on earth, but if you went far enough away, you'd surely hit an invisible wall.

Perhaps the door to the house would lead further into the dungeon.

As you got closer, you realized how large it was. When you pushed the big door open, it actually was a house. Albeit with furniture that was made for someone very large.

Suddenly, you felt a hot breath at your neck. You turned to find the very large, naked Minotaur staring down at you. He was a hairy wall of muscle. One with the head of a bull, complete with metal tipped horns. His legs were covered in dark fur and ended in large hooves, and his full nutsack dangled beneath a frighteningly large prick.

Before you could react, the Minotaur grabbed you and pulled off all your clothing.

You had no idea how Asterion could have survived all this time. He had been killed!

But apparently, he hadn't gotten the memo.

In the past, he had consumed most humans that wandered into his labyrinthine prison, but you were bravely entering his home, his nest.

You weren't cowering like the old sacrifices. Well, you weren't before he grabbed you anyway.

That, combined with him being in rut and driven insane by thousands of years of isolation, made him not consider you as a meal for even a moment. You were firmly in the mate category in his brain.

So small and cute.

You writhed and fought to get out of his grasp but he ignored your greatest efforts as if they were nothing.

Asterion licked at your face as you pleaded with him to let you go.

He couldn't understand your language but he could guess at their meaning.

But he had no intention of ever letting this new mate of his go.

He tossed you down on the bed and you now saw what he intended to do.

His hard cock now at full arousal, as large and thick as a man's arm.

"No no no! Pleasepleasenono!!!" Your words blended together in a garbled panic as his musk hit your nose, sharp and dominating.

The only preparation your entrance received was a few gobs of slimy Minotaur saliva before he slammed inside you.

You shrieked.

It felt as though your entrance was on fire. As if it was being ripped apart.

With every thrust you shuddered in pain and sobbed. Nearly incoherent cries for mercy dribbled from your lips and fell on deaf ears.

You felt so warm and tight around him. This was just what he needed. Surely you had been sent to Asterion in his time of need by the gods. They finally, after eons, granted him mercy in the form of your insides.

So pliant to his girthy cock. Every time he dove back into you the outline could be seen in your stomach.

Tears streamed down your face as you silently wept, no longer able to scream or even babble your silly little pleas for it to stop.

Asterion wished he could tell you how well you were doing. That you were such a good cow for him. That you fit his cock so perfectly.

But he couldn't, so instead settled for licking and nibbling at your neck before wiping your tears away with his broad tongue.

With a final thrust he filled your belly visibly cum.

When he pulled out a torrent of his seed rushed down your thighs, it had noticeable streaks of pink from bleeding. You were such a fragile little thing compared to him.

He hadn't been able to hold back since that was the first time he had ever sought release inside of someone before, but he made note to be more careful.

Even though the breeding had stopped you were helpless. Broken. At least for the moment. You still cried silently, feeling utterly invaded and defiled.

Asterion took the time to lick you completely clean before laying down beside you and holding you close, spooning you with his mighty arm as you shook beneath it.

You came here to explore the deepest reaches of the maze... but had your deepest reaches explored instead...

[ambrosialdesire]

FINALLY CREATED THE WHOLE YANDERE OCS PICS/REFERENCES 💞💞

achelous and sung-jae are naked underneath too but i put clothes on them so tumblr doesnt blow me up, but for steinar and pollux, i got lazy so that’s where the hearts come in 💀😭 both valerius and levy were drawn with clothes on, nothing underneath 🙇‍♂️

USING CSP WAS SO FUN, this was really a practice using it for the first time so that’s why they’re all lined different or colored a little differently 😩

achelous, pollux, and steinar are all drawn partially transformed btw (tho it can be argued that steinar constantly looks like that due to him being fully born a werewolf). valerius is in his crazed expression, love doing that the smiley face. sung-jae’s dyed hair usually fades away when he transforms so it’s different every month. levy is just levy LOL ALSO I THINK I MADE HIM TOO ATTRACTIVE LMAO CAUSE W/O THE GLASSES I WAS LIKE DAMN HE A LITTLE CUTE 💀💀💀

anyways, HOPE YALL LIKE EM CAUSE I CERTAINLY DO SM THEYRE SO FINE 🤤

DONT REPOST ON ANY OTHER SITE OR BE A MINOR LIKING MY SHIT OR WE BOTH TURNING INTO SMITHEREENS ‼️‼️😡😡

[heartfullofleeches]

Could you tell some more about your rodeo clown and minotaur hybrid yan idea? like, you have Caught My Attention and i would rlly love to hear more 👀

(Have a blurb instead)

Crouching by its chipped bars, you squeeze your arm through the bull's cage and toss an apple on the floor.

"Here you go little guy, eat up."

The creature snorts; fruit disappearing into the shadows of his habitat. You're glad he's eating. Poor guy had a rough time getting settled in and you doubt he's seen the light of day since with the tarp your bosses kept over his cage. Something about keeping him hidden from public eye until his big debut. Feeling bad for him, you snuck him snacks and spoke to him on your breaks. On top of welcoming him home, you hoped it'd stop him from mauling you when you met later that night.

"Y/n! Show's about to start!"

"Coming!" You pat the roof of the cafe as you stand. "See you soon, buddy. Hope you don't kill me."

-

Working in the crowd, you hardly pay attention to the main show in favor of your own act. The rodeo runs the same with the horse riders and other performers out in the field, and you performing in between the time it takes for the next to beginning. When the showrunner announces the final act is the first time you look away, drawn to curiosity by the crowd's astonished and frightened gasps. The bull.. was a man. Or a hybrid of the two.

The horns and hind legs of the creature, but the physic and body of a man. The bullman rams into the handler freeing him of his ropes and tears off the mask attached to his jaw. He charges onto the stage as the doors fling open and straight into the horse rider who was apparently as uninformed of the beast as you. He goes flying, out cold before he even hits the crowd. The bull stalks towards his unconscious form as screams tear through the crowd. Your body is shaking, but you can't just leave him out there alone. Tumbling as you grab hold of the railing, you hop over the fence.

"Hey, over here!"

The beast redirects its focus on you. An angry grunt puffs its chest. Its eyes soften as they center on you. You don't have time to regret your decision as it storms towards you. It's almost twice your size and far quicker than any bull you've ran from before. You're going to die. Definitely going to die. You brace for the worse as you're sent to the uneven earth and its large body cages you from escape- a wet muscle licking the salted tears in your closed eyes.

What.

The bullman continues to lap at your face as you open your eyes, lifting you up by hands held on the curve of your spine and into his lap. His tongue sweeps over your lips before he's hiding you against his chest as the rodeo attendees approach to help you out.

"They're mine."

He speaks too? You push yourself away from his chest to give your two cents, forced into submission by him pinning your arms beneath one of his.

"Don't move too much, you might get yourself hurt. I'd hate to accidentally harm my mate when I've just got them in my arms."

"I'm not.... your mate."

The bullman chuckles. "I'm glad I have a human with a good sense of humor. You've been with me every night since they captured me and made sure I was taking care. What else would you be if not my lover? Dont worry. Not that I've got you, I'll never let you go again. "

[lustful-mortal]

C.N.M. | You selected to... [ACCEPT]

M. Minotaur x F. Reader

Main Story- Cow-ard no More!

CAUTION Σ(-᷅_-᷄ ๑) | Non-consensual hug & Crying

"I…I don't know what to say." You quietly spoke as your fists eased up, allowing the fabric to slip back into place.

The minotaur's ear drooped slightly at your reply, but he watched as your form relaxed and decided to go for it again. He couldn't give you up when you were right before him. So, swallowing his nerves, he straightened his posture, lowered his head, and inched the crown closer to your chest.

"Please…" He sighed and clenched the crown as his nerves crept up again, "Please consider my confession. For as long as I've been on this land, I have never come across a woman as enchanting as you. Your beauty puts Scylla's to shame. Not to mention your voice…" he sighed blissfully and looked up at you tenderly and glanced away once more, "It's like…like hearing a harp playing for the first time. No matter what is playing, it pulls you in with its soft melodies. I wish to hear it till my last breath. And your eyes, oh your eyes, they're as bri-"

"Please, that's enough!"

The minotaur could have gone on and on for hours about how wonderful you were, but he may have crossed the line as he stopped his speech of adoration at your words. Despite his fluttery feeling at being inches away from you, your comments unpleasantly pulled at his heart. He lowered the crown and lifted his head to apologize. But he was quizzical as you turned your head away the moment he made eye contact with you. Curiously he leaned his head to the side to catch a peak of your face, a grin tugging at his lips instantly.

You were embarrassed, not repulsed or weirded out. Your cheeks were a deep red, resembling the hue of cherries, and your hand was over your mouth, trying to cover up a smile of delight. He felt his skin burn up at your visible reaction to his words.

It was the first time anyone had complimented you in such a way. You've heard praises at gatherings that you dressed beautifully, but other than that, the only one who gave you compliments on your appearance was your mother. Though as appealing as his words were, you knew next to nothing about this man, beast-man??

Taking a few deep breaths, you moved your hand away from your mouth and pressed it against your thundering heart, "What's your name?" you timidly asked, keeping your head turned.

The minotaur's ear perked up at your inquiry, "Myron!" He quickly answered. Your words were not exactly an answer to his confession, but it was a start to something he wanted to build up with you.

A shiver ran through him as he heard you mumble his name a few times, testing it out. After a while, you turned to face him and placed a hand toward his. Without hesitation, he put the flower crown in your palm, his face heating up at the slight skin-to-fur contact.

You had to use both hands as the flowers were more oversized than the beast-man palms. You stared in awe at the semi-transparent petals that sparkled under the morning sun; their white stems tightly tied around each other to keep their shape, and the center of each flower held a golden beak-like body. It was the first time you had ever come across such a flower.

You continued to admire the crown before Myron cleared his throat, "Does this mean you will allow me to court you, dearest?"

You adjust the crown on your head, and by doing so, you acknowledge that you want something more with him.

"I will, but I ask that you take things slow with me. You are my fir-"

As you were about to confess that this would be your first connection, he stood up quickly and wrapped his arms around you, spinning you around.

"This is wonderful!" He laughed gleefully before setting you down after a few spins.

"Let's go notify your parents. I want to make my intentions clear to them immediately!" He grabbed your hand and began trekking in the path leading to your house.

"N-no!" you dug your heels into the dirt to stop him. Despite your strength being nothing compared to his, he still stopped to look back at you in confusion.

You wanted to avoid going through the arranged marriage the king had planned for you, but you knew things would go south quickly if he found out you had chosen Myron over a neighboring prince.

"We can't go back! My…my father has plans to marry me off to a kingdom not far from here. If I go back with you by my side, he…" You shakily sighed, unsure how to tell him what the king would do to a peculiar looking being like him.

Myon could tell something bothered you from how your hand tightened around his, but he knew his words could persuade the king to break your marriage off if he confessed to him how much he truly loved you. He tried walking again, but you kept refusing to have him see the king, pleading until you found yourself crying over it. He was unsure why it was so difficult for you to want to go with him, but in the end, he gave up.

It seemed his heart could not go against your crying form as he picked you up, pressing you against his chest and made his way home.

After all, he could come back another day on his own.

Y/N, your decision has... - spared the life of, servants, guards, the King and your mother. - worried your ex-fiancé.

Author Note ( ´⌣`ʃƪ) | Scylla (skai·luh) was a beautiful naiad who was claimed by Poseidon and poisoned by a jealous Amphitrite who turned her into a sea-monster.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Morning, Queenie. I saw you rebloged the thing about a Cowboy's hat and I can't stop thinking about how big daddy might do that..teehee

Love,

🐁 anon

🐂How did you end up like this. Big daddy's hat nearly falling off your head as you cling to the hay bale you're getting fucked on for dear life, trying to stay quiet.

🐂 You were making conversation with him during one of the farm owners annual spring festivals. You teased him about his hat, trying to knock it off and squaring up. But he mistook it as something completely different.

🐂He plopped his hat on you, and you being the none the wiser, happily ran around with it. After a while he asked you if you liked wearing his hat, and you said yes. He asked you again if you'd like to see another hat, but it was much bigger. You hesitantly nodded

🐂Next thing you knew, you were picked up like a sack of potatoes and taken into one of the more isolated barns. He gently took off your overalls and coerced you onto a hay bale. You tried wriggling away but a firm slap against your ass made you stop

🐂Wasting no time in ripping off your undies and prepping you open (he didn't wear any clothes, mainly because he was stubborn and so hairy.) You let out a gasp, feeling his wet tongue wiggle into your tight hole and working his way in. You were so thankful you shaved that morning.

🐂He didn't let you leave that barn until your legs were turned to jelly and his body covered in your fluids. Mrs.bené gave you a knowing smile as you made your way back to the party. You're never going to live this down.

[banj0possum]

Hello, I'm the person who requested the yandere orc and I just wanted to say I loved it! At the end of that request I said I would ask for minotaur if you didn't do orc. But I still want to request yandere minotaur because I am a big fan of how you write yandere stuff. So can you please write yandere minotaur x reader.

(I would like it if the minotaur was just a hunk of muscle that no one would dare mess with, but becomes putty for reader. If you have another idea, use it!)

Flowers For My Cleric

Yandere! Minotaur x GN Reader

Edit!! Nsfw content removed! Replaced with some extra fluff!!

🌾 Ashvan was a part of a clan of warriors, ones that are feared and respected for their strength and brutality throughout the land.

🌾 He's seen fighters of all kinds from the biggest orcs and golitaths to the smallest goblins and kobalts. He's seen almost everything and everyone on the battlefield.

🌾 But nothing prepared him for you.

🌾 You looked so small and soft compared to everyone else. So out of place from the rough and tough warriors with bodies decorated in scars and tattoos.

🌾 It was during a welcoming feast that he first met you. You were the newest member of the clan and everyone welcomed you warmly.

🌾 He asked one of his close friends what your deal was and he learned that you were supposed to be their healer.

🌾 Vibrant music played in the tavern, but all he could see and hear was you and your adorable little laugh.

🌾 Your smile shined like the sun and your movements were so graceful and soft.

🌾 You went around meeting everyone, occasionally healing a fresh wound or two until he came face to face with you in all your glory.

🌾 "H-hi.."

🌾 "Hi!.."

🌾 He's almost crumbling at the sight of you. It's the first time he's ever been nervous.

🌾 Never before has he felt such a feeling, not even when he was facing the deadliest foes. How is a big and tough minotaur like himself shaking at the feet of such a gentle creature?

🌾 You start to laugh awkwardly the more he just kept staring at you. You pat his arm comfortingly before moving on to greet the rest of the clan.

🌾 It felt as if he was touched with the finest silk!

🌾 You'd run into him quite often while in the clan. You'd see him laughing with his friends with confidence and pride in his walk, but the moment you say hello, he'd be reduced to a stuttering babbling mess trying to say hi back. His friends would have to bring him away from you so he won't embarrass himself further.

🌾 "O-oh! Hello cleric! W-we were just uh..going to spar, you can join us if you want..b-but you don't have to! I mean you're probably busy but I would love to have you there..n-not to spar though! I mean you can..but you can watch..I-I'm not calling you weak or anything! You probably can take care of yourself pretty well, b-but if you ever need anyone to protect you, you know..o-only if you want to-"

🌾 He follows you around sometimes, pretending to be doing something else like carrying around some supplies or sharpening his weapon. When you turn away, he would have a lovesick smile on his face.

🌾 If you catch him staring, he'd panic and try to hide behind a barrel or crate, doesn't really help that he's a large minotaur. You'd giggle at the sight of a tall and fearsome creature hiding from you as best as he could with his tail and horns peeking through the crate.

🌾 "M-me? Hiding? Noooo! I-I don't need to hide! I-I'm a warrior!..heheh.."

🌾 His friends would try to help him out, telling him advice that may or may not work. I don't think gifting your crush the head of your enemies is pretty romantic though...

🌾 You would be fixing up your medical supplies when you feel a tap on your shoulder, you turn around and Ashvan would be towering above you, shakily offering you a small, sort of roughed up bouquet of wild flowers in his large cloven hand.

🌾 Some of the stems look a bit bent and most of their petals have fallen off, but it's cute either way.

🌾 "C-Cleric! I uhm...found these uhm..flowers and uh..thought of you!..Well they're small and cute..n-not saying you're small! I-I mean you are because I'm bigger and stuff and uhm...j-just take them.."

🌾 You giggle and thank him, taking the flowers from him. He huffs out from his snout as your hands touch. As you take the flowers from him, he grunts, nodding as he awkwardly walks away.

🌾 As soon as he's out of sight, he's giggling like a little schoolgirl at the thought of you liking his gift, he's going off to get more flowers for you if you don't mind.

🌾 He might confuse normal plants he finds cute as flowers, so you now have a vase full of yellow wheat he got from a field one day.

🌾 The first time he was sent to be healed by you was like being in heaven. He watched you closely as you gently healed the gash on his chest as if it was a seam on a fabric.

🌾 He took the time to study your face, how you stuck your tongue out or pursed your lips when you concentrate, or the way you ghost your delicate fingers over his rough skin, it took a lot not to swoon as you touched his chest.

🌾 "You're uhm...very good with your hands! hahah.."

🌾 Yes he steals your clothes, and its ok because you have more anyway that he'll also eventually steal...

🌾 He would get hurt on purpose to see you again and be touched by you, going to bed that night and fantasizing about you coddling and cooing over him. Hey! Even a big burly minotaur wants to be treated right!!

🌾 But for now, he's just a shy and nervous bull man who adores you from far away <3

[weebsinstash]

You know, that reblog was to the wrong blog and it took me a while to notice but uhhh

I know in my heart of hearts that a yandere Laios would be a 200% certified goddamn FREAK

There would be no winning with this man. Beat him up? That's hot! Wow you're so strong, tell him all about the techniques you used and where you learned them! Ignore him? He couldn't recognize a cold shoulder if he was in the arctic. Be nice to him? why do you think that would make this golden retriever any less attached to you

This man. This fucking guy. Saying the most out of pocket inappropriate weird fucking shit. Senshi could be over here, "we ran out of that minotaur blood we were making sauce and marinades with" and Laios with his full chest would say, "Oh, oh, Y/N is on their period, can we use that?!" and Marcille has to give him a good whack with her cane and let him know Hey Dude That's Legit Gross

I will humble myself and say I haven't. Hm. Actually started watching the show but I feel like you'd be sitting there with your fucking, dryad porridge or whatever, and the rest of the crew is having Weird Ass Discussions about you In Front Of You and they're being like, scientific about it yeah but, it's still fucking weird

"Yeah, so, Y/N's stomach is cramping because unlike other mammals, humans actually shed their entire uterine lining when they have a menstrual cycle--"

"Oh wow and you mean they're gonna start ovulating afterwards?"

"You know, some cultures believe that consuming the placenta after giving birth has actual health benefits--"

*dragon ball z narrator voice* the gang has eaten cockatrice, minotaur, living armor, but are they ready to dig deep and find the strength within themselves to eat the most challenging but succulent meat of all: ASS? Find out next time on Delicious in Dungeon--

[strawberrypoundtown]

Yandere!Minotaur x Yandere!Fem!Reader

You live isolated from your village in the mountains, a large forrest surrounding your house. After a chance encounter near your new home, the beast from the falls catches your eye, and you can't help but want more of him. But after he disappears one day, you'll burn everything to the ground to find him...

(I didn't proofread this and I honestly had to force myself to finish it lol it's fairly long, so be warned. I hope you enjoy! Strawberry 🍓)

Contains: murder, arson, unhinged behavior, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sexual harassment, size kink, slight cum inflation, slight dubcon? (non-verbal consent)

You had found yourself face to face with the most... interesting creature you had ever seen. You were bathing near your little cottage in the waterfall. Behind the cascade of water, you saw a large, dark mass. You thought it was a bear at first, but as he stepped out from behind the waterfall, he made eye-contact with you. He froze when he saw you, dropping something next to him as he stood there for a moment.

You took in his frame as you two stared at each other and your eyes adjusted. His body looked like a human for the most part, or at least it seemed like it. His body was muscular and stromg, covered head to toe with fur with cloven feet. His head was in the shape of a bull, with large horns that would make it difficult to get through doorways if his large physique didn't already make that difficult. He looked like something that had stepped out of one of your wildest dreams. You should have been terrified, but all you felt was need burning inside you.

He looked over your naked frame in the waist deep water, his face expressionless, but his eyes seemed to burn into your soul. The water dripping from your hair and down your body made his eyes wander more. Your skin glowed under the sunlight as he seemed to take the time to appreciate every curve of your body. You were the only human that hadn't run away from him after laying eyes upon him. You also didn't cover yourself, so it was the first time he had seen anyone fully naked around him. Your nipples were hard and your chest moved with every breath, and he watched you intently. It lit something inside him seeing you face to face and not just observing you from behind the falls like he had for weeks. You saw the cloth tied around his waist start to tent, making your face flush.

After noticing his own arousal, he shrunk back behind the waterfall, seeming to disappear into the darkness as quickly as he appeared. You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding and held a hand to your chest. Your heart is racing as you thought about the monster that stood in front of you just moments ago. You felt your core get hot as you approached the waterfall. You climbed out of the water and onto the edge where you saw him drop something. It was a dead duck, with a piece of string wrapped around it's neck and tied in a bow, a wilted flower under the bow. It seemed to be already drained of it's blood and prepared. It almost looked like a gift for you...

You glanced behind the waterfall, seeing a dark cave with what looked like faint glow at the back of the cave. It didn't seem like he was coming back anytime soon, so you took it upon yourself to take the duck and bring it home. You wouldn't turn down a free dinner. You didn't want to be rude...

The minotaur hid deep in his cave for most of the day after seeing you. He was worried that you didn't take his gift, or worse, that you'd never come back. He had never seen such a beautiful human before you had started visiting the falls. When he first noticed you bathing there, he made sure to stay hidden. He didn't want to scare you like he did most humans that occasionally wandered the woods. You didn't come into the mountains to hunt like the other humans that came into his land. You simply just lived nearby and only caught the food you needed. He appreciated that. You weren'tgreedy like the villagers that lived at the bottom of the mountain. You didn't even seem scared of him at all.

He nervously waited in his cave for hours, nervous that the duck would still be there. He wanted you to stay well fed, so he hoped you had taken it. He didn't want to get too close to you yet. Just in case. If you took his gift, he would consider it a good sign, but wasn't sure if you would be okay being around him if you didn't. He had been building up the courage to give you the gift, hence why the flower was slightly wilted.

He had decided that when the night fell, he would go and check on his gift. When he had left his cave, he had found that his gift was gone. He knew it had to have been you that took it, based on the faint scent you left behind. He savored it as he readied himself to go on another hunt tonight. He had to make sure you didn't have to waste time hunting when you could be bathing in front of his cave again...

For the next few weeks, you found whole animals or parts of animals placed in front of your door in the morning, every morning. This morning was no different. A large deer leg laid on your front step as you stood in your nightgown. Once again, blood drained, and a string tied in a bow with a flower once again. A fresh wild flower every time. Sometimes it's a deer leg, like today, other times it's been a rabbit, and the occasional bird. You smile to yourself and gladly take the deer leg, a plan sparking in your mind to hopefully see the strange creature again in person...

Later that day, you approached the waterfall once again, wrapped in a dark cloak to keep your naked body hidden as you carried a steaming picnic basket with you. You had made lunch from the deer leg for you and the beast... you hoped he would join you this time since you brought food with you. Ever since you laid eyes on him, you had gone back to the waterfall to "bathe," but in reality, you were there to try and entice the beast. You enjoyed him watching you, although you wanted him to join you more than anything. Your patience was thin and hoped that maybe the food that you made for him would be enough to lure him out from behind the waterfall. After that first gift, you never saw him more than peak from behind the falls. He seemed very shy.

As you were lost in thought, you didn't hear the footsteps approaching you until they were right behind you. You turned around to see a group of about 4 men armed with weapons. You hadn't seen any other humans in the mountains since you encountered the minotaur, so you were thankful you wore a cloak at least to cover your body completely. However, your blood ran cold as they each got a twisted grin on their faces as they stared at you.

"That food you have smells delicious." One of them chirps. You notice them all slowly stepping towards you, and you squirm in place awkwardly. All you had with you was a small sharp knife in your basket, but it was underneath everything, so there was no point in trying to grab it.

"Um... thank you..." You said politely as you took a small step backwards.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing up here?" Another spoke as they all kept their eyes glued to your cloaked body. Although covered, it wasn't hard to tell that you had nothing else on underneath you cloak, and they seemed to have unfortunately noticed.

"None of your concern." You said coldly as you had noticed the looks in their eyes start to turn more sinister.

"All alone without a man around to keep you safe... let's take you back to our village and enjoy your company for the night..." The man closest to you says before grabbing your wrist harshly. You gasp

"No thank you. I have plans."

"I wasn't asking." The man says coldly as the grin falls from his face. As he approaches you, you start to slowly step backwards. A few moments later, you feel yourself bump into some kind of... wall? A very hard, warm, wall?

A huff of warm air bathes the back of your neck as the 4 men stare up above you in fear. You slowly look up yourself to find your minotaur admirer giving the men a terrifying glare while huffing through his nostrils. The look made the mens' blood run cold, the one that grabbed you quickly letting go and talking a few steps back with the other men.

Every breath your beast took bathed you in his scent as your heart raced. His arms cross over your body to guard you protectively as he points his horns at the group. It doesn't take long for them to take off running and screaming down the mountain.

However, you weren't paying attention to anything but the hulking beast that came to your rescue. Once the human men were gone, he stood up and took a few steps back away from you. You quickly turn around to face him and give him a soft smile as you take a few slow steps towards him. He only took one extra step back before freezing, deciding to allow you to approach him. You stood only a couple feet in front of him as you present the picnic basket, before taking his arm and continuing towards the falls. He watches your every move as he tries his best to act like a gentleman like he had seen a few times previously. He totally didn't go and stalk to villagers to find out how they acted around potential mates...

Your every move had him entranced as he led you through the forrest towards his home. Seeing you up close was completely different than watching you from afar. Although your body was covered aside from your arms and face, you still had an allure that made him want to show you how he feels about you, since he can't tell you. Your hand holding his arm while he could smell your arousal right next to him was driving him mad. He wanted to pin you down and take you right there in front of those arrogant humans that dared to touch you, but he knew better than to try and take you by force.

You felt your pace getting faster by the step. He tried to walk slowly, but with how long his legs were, you still had to keep a quick pace with him. You wanted to get him to the falls and give him the food you made for him. You weren't sure if he would even like the food you brought him, but you wanted to give him a give of your own before you tried to be more forward with what you really wanted. You kept looking up at him occasionally, his golden eyes meeting yours as he couldn't help but stare at you. It looked like he was thinking as he slowed down to a stop.

He stared into your eyes as he leaned down, gently scooping you up in one of his arms as he took the picnic basket in his free hand. You were now at eye level with him as he held you like you were nothing. Your face flushed as you maintained his eye contact and rested your hands on his shoulders. You knew he wasn't some mindless, murderous creature of the woods like the villagers had claimed. His eyes were full of thoughts, and he held you so tenderly. He wasn't dangerous. At least not to you.

He only broke eye contact to look ahead as he stepped forward, carrying you through the trees. You continued to stare at him, however, as you couldn't get the grin off of your face. His body heat warmed your soul as he held you close. You gently rested your head against his shoulder and slowly closed your eyes. Even without any words exchanged between the two of you, you trusted him more than you had any other human. You found yourself drifting off peacefully for a few moments, allowing yourself to be vulnerable with him.

It seemed like only moments later, when you hear him let out a soft grunt next to your ear. You open your eyes slowly and look around. He had already brought you behind the waterfall and seemed to be waiting at the opening of his cave. He looked into your eyes, waiting for you to say something. After you rubbed your eyes for a moment to fully wake up, you realize that he might be waiting for you to say something. He looks between you and the opening of the cave briefly, trying to hint at what he wants to ask you.

"Let's go inside then. What a gentleman." You say softly to him with a bright smile. His eyes widened for a moment as he heard how softly you spoke to him. He didn't fully understand what you said, but based on how you were acting, he could figure it out. He gently nudged your cheek with his big wet nose, earning a giggle out of you as he brought you inside.

It was a bit of a long downward trek, your eyes taking a bit of time to adjust as you shivered. It was cold and damp, and although your cloak was warm, the draft went right through you. He noticed your shivering and held you a bit tighter to his chest, his other arm crossing over your body to help warm you up as much as possible. He brought you to what looked like a large bedroom, with a fire in the center of the room that bathed everything in a warm glow. There was a small pool of clean water in the ground next to the fire as well. There was a pile of clean furs that resembled a very large bed along the wall, and he walked over to it. He sat you down gently on the bed, stepping back and sitting on the hard ground himself as he placed the basket next to you.

You looked around for a moment and took in the room, sinking into the plush furs. There was the freshly killed deer, missing a leg, on the other side of the fire near the entrance that you didn't see at first. There were foraged greens and berries on top of a makeshift table made of what looked like human bones next to it as well. You didn't want to ask where those came from. Your gaze returned to him as he let out a huff, staring at you expectantly as he waited for you to do something. Say something. Anything.

You smiled at his cute face. He was a lot more friendly than you were expecting and very respectful considering he didn't speak. You'll have to teach him how to speak, if he even can, which you didn't mind. You heard his stomach grumble softly as it seems like he hadn'thad the chance to eat yet. You pulled the picnic basket into your lap and pat the bed next to you while looking at him. He slowly moved himself to sit on the bed next to you.

You smile as you eagerly open the large picnic basket, pulling out the bread first. You made the biggest loaf you could, unsure of how much he would be able to eat. You ripped off just enough for yourself, still leaving about 80% of it for him. He sniffs the bread as you hold out his piece to him and looks a bit confused. You take a bite of your piece with a cheeky grin to show him the bread is for eating. He gently took the bread from your hand and took a bite himself. His eyes widened as he looked between you and the bread in his hands. His tail swayed behind him slowly as he seemed to smile at you and continue eating the bread. He was already over the moon with the bread, but when you pulled out a large bowl filled with roasted deer. The smell had him salivating a little as you handed him the bowl. Before he dug into his meal you prepared for him, he held out the bowl for you to take a few pieces for yourself. Once you do, he wastes no time in eating the deer and the bread like a starved man. In the blink of an eye, the food he had was gone and he let's out a satisfied huff through his nose, his long tongue licking and cleaning his face.

You couldn't help but laugh as you watch him eat. He seemed very pleased with the food you brought and it made you feel happy that he seemed to enjoy it. He took the picnic basket from your lap and put the empty bowl into it before putting it on the ground. He then sat paitently as he waited for you to finish your food, one of his hands reaching over and rubbing your back tenderly. He was trying his best to show affection without making you uncomfortable.

You wondered if he was waiting for you to say something. You honestly didn't think you'd get this far. You thought at best that you would have gone to the waterfall and he would have ravaged you right there, but you more expected him to keep his distance like he usually did. You didn't expect him to be so gentle with you. You definitely didn't expect for him to save you from those men. To be so protective of you.

"Um... thank you for helping me... for saving me from those men... you may not understand me yet, but I could help you learn to speak if you'd like?" You asked, not really sure what to expect in response. His ears twitched a bit as he watched your soft lips move. After you were done talking, he seemed in thought for a moment before nodding.

"Can you understand me?" You asked, a bit confused. You didn't expect him to understand you, but maybe he got bits and pieces from the village. Once again, a moment later, he nods. You giggle a little bit and jump up happily, excited that he can at least somewhat understand you. He seems a bit startled at first but relaxes once he sees the ear to ear grin you have on your face. A thought comes to you while staring into his eyes.

"I have one more thing to show you. Would you like to see it?" You ask him with a bashful smile. He nods immediately as he stares into your eyes. Your cheeks flush a bit as you move to unbotton your cloak. Once unbuttoned, you let the cloak fall to the ground. His eyes widened as he stared at your stunning naked form in front of him, his hands moving over his groin to cover the tent in his cloth

You gently take his face in your hands, your head at eye level with his while he sits on the bed. He's a bit stiff at first, but his eyes slowly close as he melts into your touch. You step between his legs and he leans his head down. You take the opportunity to plant a kiss on his furry forehead. The musk he carried was calming in a way. Pleasant and warm.

His hot breath bathed your neck before he swiftly took you up in his arms, standing up abruptly. He walks over to the pool near the fire and slowly steps into it. It was warm due to the fire, and as he sank into it, your body relaxed against his. He had you straddle his lap and you're suddenly aware of the fact that he already removed the cloth he had around his waist. You felt his heartbeat through his muscular chest as it started to speed up.

His cock hardened beneath you, making your core heat up as the warm water against your sensitive skin was already making you aroused. His hands are resting on your hips as you find yourself grinding down against his dick, rubbing your pussy along his huge cock. He grunted and grinded back against you. His cock was shaped like a humans, but was much bigger than any dick you had ever seen. You wanted him inside you so badly, but didn't know if he would fit.

You felt one of his hands leave your hips as the other squeezed them and held them in place, making you stop moving. His now free hand moved down, rubbing your folds gently. You noticed that his hands had no claws, instead smoothed over nubs for nails that he seemed to have filed down with something. Without warning, he slides one of his thick fingers inside you, making you cry out in pleasure. He gives you a few seconds to adjust before he starts thrusting his finger slowly, trying to work you open for him as you moaned out in pleasure. His palm rubbed against your sensitive clit, the warm water making your need for him even higher as you were helpless with him holding you firmly in place for him.

His finger curled slightly and hit your g-spot in the most delicious way, earning more gasps and moans from you. You felt him thrusting his hips gently against you, his dick rubbing against your ass as he continued to stretch out your pussy with his finger. He seemed to be getting impatient, feeling you start to tighten instead of loosen, so he decided to add a second finger to speed up the process.

What he didn't realize, is that you were already teetering on the edge of orgasm, and his second finger entering you sent you over the edge. You scream as your eyes roll back, your pussy tightening around his fingers like a quivering vice as your orgasm rips through you. He doesn't stop, however, continuing to thrust his two fingers inside you until you stop shaking. You're finger fucked through your orgasm, your pussy now fully relaxed and ready for a new challenge.

Your beast slowly pulled out his fingers as you rested against his chest for a moment. He rubbed your back gently for a few moments, but didn't waste much time before he stood up with you in his arms once again. He stepped out of the small pool and walked over to the bed. He laid you down on the bed and crawled between your legs, rubbing the head of his cock against your warmed up pussy impatiently.

You were still out of breath, your wet body sticking to the furs while you watched him. You wanted him to take you. You wanted all of him. You had wanted him for so long.

As if he answered your internal begging, he slowly pushed his cock into your pussy. You both groaned in pleasure as he managed to fit his whole cock inside you. You looked down to see your lower stomach bulging as he held himself inside you. He seemed to stretch you to your absolute limit, and although it was a bit painful, the pleasure quicjly lverwhelmed you. He was panting over you as he held your hips with one hand and gripped the furs under you with the other.

His knuckles gripping the furs turned white as he started to thrust into you. He started out slow, but quickly lost some of his self control. He sped up quickly, his full balls slapping your ass with every thrust. Your pussy quivered around his large cock, every bump and curve of his cock hitting your most sensitive spots like he was made for you. His hips continued to crash into your rapidly, bringing you both closer and closer to each of your climaxes with each thrust.

"Please, cum in me! I want your baby!" You moaned out into the air while staring up at him. His ears twitched as he looked back down at you. He nodded to your surprise as his thrusts got rougher, earning screams of pleasure out of you as he forced you over the finish line. Your brain goes blank as you ride out your orgasm, him fucking you through it once again as his grunting gets louder.

He let's out a loud moo, a warm feeling flooding your insides as he fills you to the brim with his cum. He thrusts a few more times, a few more spurts of cum filling you as he pants. You have a little bit of a belly due to all the cum until he starts to slowly pull out. Your pussy is raw and sensitive, every movement of his cock making you tremble. His cock slides out of you with a soft pop, cum pouring out of you as he watches in awe.

All of a sudden, his ears twitched, and he stood up abruptly. He looks at you worried, but holds out a hand for you to stay put. You listen as you sit up. He quickly ties his cloth around his waist to cover himself again and gives you a gentle hug before leaving the cave. After a few minutes, you suddenly hear screaming in the distance. It only sounded like humans at first, but soon, you start hearing what sounds like a bull screaming. You know immediately that it has to be your beast.

Your heart raced as you struggle to put on your cloak, grabbing a piece of partially burnt wood from the fire to use as a torch. Despite your wobbly legs, you manage to climb out of the cave without any issues with the torch. You walked out from behind the waterfall, hiding behind some boulders as you listened to your surroundings. You heard your beast still screaming in the distance, but weaker, the laughing of humans drowning it out.

The laughing got cloaer and you spotted them walking past you, two of their horses slowly dragging a metal net with your minotaur. It was the 4 men from before... well, 3. One of them was a corpse on the back of one of the horses with a broken neck.

"Too bad we couldn't spend time with that girl before that beast ate her. We should make him pay for it." One man said before kicking your minotaur side.

"I can't believe we actually caught him." Another says in disbelief.

"This metal net is enchanted. I was waiting for a chance to use it. Nothing can break it from what that witch said." A man said with a hearty laugh. You felt your blood boil as you watched them take him away. You had to stay hidden for now, but you were going to follow them and do everything you can to get him back.

A few hours later, the smell of smoke fills the air as your minotaur comes to. He's still stuck in the net, but covered in bruises and cuts from being beaten through the metal. He could hesr screaming all around him in the distance as he starts to panic. Every inch of his body hurts, but he breathes a sigh of relief as he sees you run up to him. You manage to free him after a small struggle with the chains. You take his hand and pull him out of the small house.

You're both panting tiredly as he looks around in shock. The whole village is in flames and your cloak is partially burnt. He quickly looked you over and sees that you're okay other than your cloak. He looks at you confused, wondering if you had done this.

You gave him a twisted smile as he holds your shoulders. You lean your head back as you start to laugh for a moment. You let out a soft sigh before holding his hand, leading him through the sea of burning homes and people. The screams slowly died down as the people did. While walking into the woods, he squeezed your hand gently, letting you know that he's okay.

"No one touches what's mine."

[flowersandbigteeth]

Hi Flower! I hope you had a great new years! Wish you nothing but the best this year! I wanted to ask real quick if you took requests. Like

With a minotaur? Like I don’t see a lot of them on tumblr - or I can’t find them - but like it can me sfw or nsfw, whatever you want. I low key think that Minotaurs are so cute. Doesn’t have to be like super extravagant or anything, like something a little cutesy fluffy. I don’t know does that make sense? But like only if you want to 😂❤️

ANYWAYS I love your work and I hope you have a great day!

Thank you! I do take requests and I've actually been working on a couple of minotaur stories but I wasn't quite happy with any of them until I decided on this one. It's a little different with a reader with yandere qualities as well. I hope you have a wonderful new year with many delights <3

'Minotaur demigod (Solomon) x water nymph reader

Word Count: 2k

🌶️ NSFW MASTERPOST 🌶️

W: nsfw monster smut, some violence and minor character death, yandere vibes

You watched the golden bull warily as he lapped water from your spring. Next to him he’d arranged some fruits he’d found and nudged them to you. 

“T-thanks,” you murmured, accepting the fruit, taking a bite and picking at it with your small claws. 

Normally, you only ate the fish you caught in the nearby river, but fruit was a nice treat. As a water nymph you ate your meat raw as your ancestors had done for thousands of years.

Trapped in your spring, your territory ranged a few miles in any direction on the mountain where you lived, as far as you could walk in a day. When you were small, your mother had removed your still beating heart from your chest and nestled it at the base of this spring. 

Now your magic made the water sweet and endless. The forest thrived around you and creatures big and small came to drink, but your heart bound you to the spot. You could never leave. When you died another nymph would plant her daughter and the process would start all over again.

This golden bull had been coming for a few days, bringing you fruit and sleeping next to your spring. You’d thought he’d take advantage of the water and then move on, but he seemed to be settling in, spending hours lounging in the sun next to you and bringing you gifts.

“You seem to be getting quite comfortable,” you commented as he grazed on the grass around your spring. He paused for a moment and winked at you before resuming his grazing. 

Suddenly he was on high alert, his ears perked and his head lowered to charge. 

You followed his eyes through the woods until you too saw a handful of elf rogues tromping through the underbrush. 

“A spring! Finally!” one of them sighed. 

Two of them were hauling a large chest, while the others carried packs with supplies. They looked like a rough bunch, some without teeth, one missing an eye and all of them in need of a bath. 

“Well look what we have here!” their leader said, spitting and examining you, “a pretty spring nymph all alone out here.” 

He crouched down close to the water, apparently not noticing the massive bull pacing in the shadows. 

“Come here little girl,” he said, crooking his finger at you, “we just wanna have a bit of fun. If you're good we won't hurt you.” 

You drifted to the center of your pond on the lilypad on which you were sitting and the foolish rogue followed you in thinking the water was shallow and he could overpower you. It was up to a point, but nymphs didn’t live successfully in the wild for thousands of years because you were helpless.

Focusing your magic you willed the water to tug his feet from under him, leaving him sputtering even in the shallows. Every time he tried to get up you sent a new wave to hold him down as his friends watched in horror. If you kept this up you would slowly drown him. 

An arrow flew past you, nicking your shoulder and bringing your game to an end. An angry snort echoed through the clearing, distracting you from the trickle of blood making its way down your arm. 

The bull barreled through the archer, impaling him on his horns and when you looked, he wasn’t exactly a bull anymore, but more human…a minotaur! 

The other two elves, who weren’t being drowned or gored, turned to try to help their friend, pulling out swords, but you weren’t going to let the minotaur be taken unaware from behind. 

You willed a large wave of water over the two poor elves, dragging them, choking into the frigid depths at the center of your spring. You held the three of them under until they stopped moving, letting their bodies drift to a dark corner where the eels would pick them apart. 

They weren’t the only bones of hapless travelers who had thought to molest you that had collected at the base of your pool. 

You squirted a more gentle stream of water at the minotaur, rinsing him of the blood dripping down his neck as he dragged the body over to your pool. Sweeping it up, you maneuvered it with the others to be eaten. 

He laughed and shook his head, like a dog whisking the water away. He had fluffy blondish hair that fell in his eyes and long horns you quite liked. His nose was pierced with a gold ring as were his nipples. Around his waist was wrapped a cotton wrap secured with a gold belt that did nothing to hide his bulge. 

“You do not need my protection, fair water nymph,” he chuckled, rifling through the odd weeds at the edge of the pond, “yet, I still wish to assist you.” 

When he found a leaf he was happy with he chewed it up and spit it into his hand. 

“Come here,” he said, crooking his fingers at you. 

You drifted on your lilypad over to him, curious. You jumped as he leaned down to touch your arm, but his calloused, warm fingers on your damp skin was actually quite comforting. 

“It’s okay,” he purred, “it’s just for the cut.” 

He patted the leaf mush onto the wound on your arm and you realized it had stopped hurting, instead the sensation replaced by a cool tingle. 

“You’ve been here for days,” you commented, “what is your name and why have you not spoken to me?”

He blushed. 

“Solomon,” he said, “and as for why I did not reveal myself to you, I saw what you did with the last males who disturbed you and did not wish to end up at the bottom of your spring.” 

You returned his blush with your own. It was true you did have a habit of drowning males who frightened you or got on your nerves or overstayed their welcome. You were all alone in the forest, there was no one to help you. It was best to be cautious and drown first, ask questions later.

“You are no normal minotaur,” you pointed out, “you have two forms.” 

He smiled at you. 

“I’m a demigod, the son of a minotaur and the goddess of spring.” 

Around you flowers bloomed in the underbrush filling the air with a heady fragrance. 

“Then I could never have harmed you,” you added. 

He chuckled. 

“I did not wish to be drowned endlessly while you figured that out,” he laughed, “I can still feel pain and fear. I’m strong but your water can easily overpower me.” 

You preened at his compliments and smiled. 

“Why are you hanging around here?” you probed, “don’t you have someplace better to be? We’re in the middle of nowhere. There’s not a village for fifty miles.”

He grinned and peered at you from under his fluffy hair. 

“I was hoping that would be obvious, water lily,” he said, plucking a flower that had bloomed beside the pond and handing it to you. 

Your water churned around you, your spring flashing pink and purple as your heart fluttered with happiness, clutching the blossom to your chest. Without thinking your water scooped up the demigod and enveloped him in a bubble to draw him closer to your heart.

He was frightened at first, as you followed him down, swimming alongside the bubble. He soon realized you weren’t going to hurt him and relaxed, sitting down and putting his arms behind his head and his feet up. 

“It’s pretty down here,” he said looking up at the sun filtering through the green pads of the lotuses floating on the surface. Colorful fish swam by and your happy heart made the water glow pleasing colors. 

“Is that your heart?” he asked, examining the small sapphire crystal tucked in a clamshell near the bubble. 

“Yes, I think it wanted you nearby,” you admitted, “I’m not sure I have complete control over it. I hope you don’t want me to let you go, I’m not confident that I can.”  

He looked at you and reached through the bubble pulling you into his lap. 

“I don’t mind as long as you plan on making an honest minotaur out of me, little water lily,” he chuckled, “promise not to break my heart.” 

You blinked at him and turned pink. 

“I-I p-promise,” you stuttered quietly, overwhelmed by his scent. He had a pleasant musk mixed with the smell of grass. Leaning down he brushed his lips against yours, nuzzling you with his broad nose. You twisted around until you were straddling his lap, pushing his hair out of his eyes and looking at him gently. He’d been an attractive bull, but he was much more handsome as a minotaur with rippling abs, that hard chest, and soulful brown eyes brushed by golden hair. 

He kissed you softly, sure of what he wanted. He moaned and held you close to him, winding his thick fingers through your damp hair. Brushing your lips with his tongue he coaxed your mouth open, tasting you. Underneath you, you felt his cock hardening and to your embarrassment automatically ground your hips against it. 

He didn’t seem at all put out by your needy display, pushing your hair off of your bare breast so he could knead it with his big hand. Kissing you deeper, he thrust up to show you what he had to offer. As a nymph you never wore clothes, so there was nothing between you and him but the cotton wrap around his waist. That gave you a very good idea of what he was working with as it pressed into your pussy. 

His hot hands traveled over your breasts and your ass, getting to know your body. 

“You are so lovely, my lily,” he cooed, dragging his kisses down your neck, “you smell like sweet water and lotus blossoms.” 

His tongue found your pebbled nipples and he licked and nibbled them until you were whimpering in his arms, lustily rubbing yourself against him. Pushing you onto your back on the oddly squishy floor of the bubble, he dropped his kisses lower, sucking your clit past his lips. 

You moaned his name as he licked and kissed your little nub, gasping when he split your pussy with two thick fingers. 

“Solomon please!” you whined, trying to fuck yourself on his hand. 

He held you steady with the other one. 

“It’s like honey when you say my name,” he moaned into your pussy, so you screamed it as you came on his fingers. 

That made him feral, ripping the wrap off of his waist and looming over you, his huge cock bobbing against his stomach. He had gold barbell piercings down the shaft making your eyes widen curiously.  He didn’t have to ask as you tipped your hips up and spread your legs for him, spearing you with it as he kissed you passionately. 

You cried into his mouth as he stretched you, tears slipping down your cheeks. You felt the piercings rubbing your G-spot making the invasion that much more intense as they pressed into it. He didn’t rush, pushing into you slowly, but firmly until he bottomed out inside you with a grunt. 

He pushed your legs back behind your ears, enjoying the view of his cock splitting your tiny cunt. You loved the way he snorted and huffed as he held himself back from losing it on you, but you wanted his passion, begging for more. You could hardly move as he bent you in half, rocking his heavy body in and out of you. Memorizing his face, tense with concentration, you whined as his calloused finger circled your clit. 

“Your pussy is heaven,” he groaned, the pace increasing as he slowly lost control of himself.

His hands moved from your clit to gripping one thigh and one ankle so hard he would probably leave bruises as he slammed into you, holding your ankles over your head a pounding down into you. The soft membrane of the bubble cushioned your back as he railed you.

“Mine,” he growled. 

His voice was no longer gentle but gruff and animal. He grunted and growled as he took you, ruining you for any other male and you came to the sound of his feral noises. The water around you flashed colors as you orgasmed, squeezing his cock inside of you. 

He roared, filling you with his load, mixing with your fluids and squirting out of your pussy. After a moment of panting next to your head and flattening you back out, he pulled you into his chest as the little spoon. 

“I never asked you your name, water lily,” he murmured into your hair as you curled up safe and sound at the bottom of your spring with your new mate bent around you. 

“(Y/N),” you whispered and you thought you heard him repeat it as you drifted to sleep.

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Forgive me, I couldn’t get this out of my head, and therefore you shall endure my visions.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Captain Xanthos returns from a grueling mission and wants nothing more than to make love to his awaiting little spouse.

TW // Soft SMUT, Belly Bulge, Overstimulation, Biting/Marking, Size Difference, Yandere Themes, Google Translate.

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“What are your plans on getting back to your quarters Captain?” Lieutenant Zephytos asks him, shifting is his armor of bronze that is covered in drying blood. The red optics of their helmet staring right into his own, expecting an answer from him.

“To rest for the next battle to be won.” Xanthos simply responds to him, looking away from the Lieutenant and observing the roughed up scouts being tended to an Apothecary-in-learning. Their form kneeling down to the ground to observe their brethren for any injuries.

Some of the scouts groan out in soreness; rolling their neck and shoulders. While some others whine a little bit, but dared not to complain for it was not in their nature to do so. Their mission admittedly being a bit grueling for them to a standard as the mission was set a level higher than what they would usually handle, pushing their limits, but otherwise they have done greatly in their mission. Not one having an indent in their armor for an Apothecary to chew him out on.

“The scouts tiring you out already Captain?” Zephytos croons, subtlety teasing him with his rank. Obtaining a deadpan stare from underneath Xanthos helmet as he turns his head to look back at his lieutenant who dares to tease him all the damn time about anything he can. “What? Am I wrong? You can’t tell me they have disobeyed orders all day today.”

Xanthos sighs at that. He can’t deny that it was grueling to work with them. They loved to disobey orders for the sake of their mission being completed, but it wasn’t… efficient for them or their groups. They don’t understand just yet on how working together will improve their effectiveness. So most of the captains and the Masters of the Recruits agreed to let them figure it out the hard way. Which also had anyone ranked higher than a scout exhausted by just standing there idly; watching them closely to verbally recorrect their mistakes they may or may not listen to.

“That, they have.” Zanthos responds, turning his head up to the night sky. Taking note this planet had a lot less light pollution, and he could see how brightly the stars shine. How they almost twinkle and move while the planet rotates.

Perhaps, his love would like to observe some with him? To watch the stars once more? To lay in each other’s embrace while she would shiver at a simple breeze, trying to cuddle to him closer for his warmth. Which he’ll be happy to provide such simple request, and lift you up into his arms to protect you from the cold. His fingers lightly tracing your smaller body making you shiver at his attention.

He would tease you then as you were just in the perfect and willing place to for him to caress your body; to curiously dip and press his fingers into the clothed curves of your body. Trying to find out what makes you keen into him more; to make you melt under his attention. Purring at you when he does manage to gently squeeze a gasp out of you, your face hiding in his collarbone all while he would rumble out a laugh. Amused by your tactics to try and hide away in his bulk.

Didn’t you know he could make you look up at him if he pleased? Move and position you as he commands? To absolutely ravage you then and there?

Ah, but he doesn’t want to break the trust he already grown with you. He would not like to chase and find you all over again when you perceived him to be angry: afraid of his wrath and rejection. Yet, he was never was truly angry at you, he was just… brooding one might say. Not that was out of his and his brethren nature either, but you have to get used to their ways of living.

“Thinking of your lover?” Zephytos questions with a baiting tone, looking up at the sky with him. Both of them sitting in an eased silence for a moment. Listening to the creatures that call at night.

“Why must you test me, Zephytos?” He questions his lieutenant with another sigh, looking back down and to his side to face his lieutenant again. Awaiting his answer from him.

“Who am I if I do not?” The lieutenant responds, turning to meet his gaze. A sincere-like tone in his words, telling Xanthos that is his character. One of truth, trust and uncorruption. “Besides, I think your lover is just waiting for you to find them again. They certainly love playing that game with you.”

Xanthos scrunches his nose at that, but doesn’t make a remark on it. Knowing if you are hiding he’ll just find you again, like the many times he has done so before. That, or one of his brothren will find you and put you back in your area as they do not trust nor are persuaded easily. They know who you belong to. They have no problem returning you to him again and again.

“Maybe she finds a certain… enjoyment in it?” Zephytos harasses him more, purring his words out to him all seductively. Trying to effectively bother him some more. “A pleasu—”

The taunting lieutenant doesn’t even have a chance to say anything more when Xanthos slugs him on his pauldrons. A tiny ‘ow’ leaving the lieutenant as he hutches over for the Captain to wrap his arms around his helmet, putting him into a headlock while he growls at him. “You are a teasing bastard, Zephytos.”

Though, Xanthos wouldn’t mind if you would run from him in such a way. It would certainly show your bravery and strength to take him on in such a pleasing way. Not to mention he could watch how you would bounce and bend, and he could show off a little bit; get a rather tasty prize at the end too.

Hmmmmm.

“You’re thinking about it, are you not?” Zephytos pushes his luck while still being stuck in his captains’ arms. His gauntlet resting on the arms of Xanthos as he looks up at him.

“Shut it, lieutenant.” The captain simply huffs, tired of the younger mans shenanigans already. Neither confirming nor denying his words though.

You yawn as you flip a page in your book, completely endorsed in it. Well… as much as you can be without having to reread what you have already gone over. Your eyes heavy in exhaustion of not sleeping when you are supposed to. Which you know the captain won’t be to happy about to hear nor see.

The monstrous man of bronze liked to keep you in a prime state. To always make sure you had the meals and nutrition that you need everyday for you, but this also included many another things a baseline human would need to survive like: sleeping, entertainment, socialization, shelter and even clothing. All was provided, even when he wasn’t there with you.

Though, all needs were limited within… reasons you suppose. You were only allowed to speak to certain people and receive individual things from them, and your only shelter is wherever the captain may have walked and owned. The entertainment was all sort of things that you really didn’t have a limit on, and that also included clothes too. (High-class or even royal-class.) It’s almost as if ‘you wanted something you could get it’ type of life.

Not that you were a person of greed, it was just that was the way on how you were treated under their eyes. You honestly never really wanted much, and sometimes the overbearing mess of it all just frustrates you to no end. You never had asked for this! Why must you have it all? Why can’t they send it to another? Why can’t they just put it to a better use? Use it instead so it would not rot under your unwanting care?

You deeply sigh and close your eyes for just a moment to relax yourself. Only to suddenly jump in your skin when something touches your cheek, knocking you out of your calamity. Your book in your hands falling harshly onto your blanketed lap and sliding off into the ground with a heavy thud as it was a hardcover.

You would have thought you were being assassinated if it weren’t the familiar scent of myrrh to wash over you. A peculiar feeling of safety washing over you while a deep, but quiet laugh comes from behind you as you try and calm your nerves. Your hand over your chest, trying to calm your heart manually.

“Did you not hear my return my love?” The man behind you softly starts to kiss you below your ear. His arms warping around you easily from behind the couch that you sit on, trapping you in his unexpected embrace.

“I did not, my captain.” You respond in a quieter tone, looking in front of you as his scarred arms block your peripheral vision. Your body slowly keening into the back of the couch; more into his emission of warmth.

“You know, you are allowed to say my name little love.” He mutters, giving you trails of kisses up and down your jawline. His arms closing in around you as he awaits for your approval to attack your neck next.

You tiredly hum in return. Opening up your neck to him as your eyes slowly close in on you again the more he repeats his gentle affections. Your hands settling neatly in your lap until the rude man nips at the softness of your flesh, and snatches you up in his arms. Taking you and the blankets somewhere else besides the couch.

“Xanthos…” You whine at the man. Disliking the fact from being moved from your spot of comfort and away from your book that you didn’t even put a bookmark into yet, but you can’t do much about it when he already has you in his firm arms.

“You haven’t been sleeping well.” He states the obvious, but his tone says he’s a little bit disappointed. Not that you were affected by it much. It was common for you to resist your own baseline needs.

“Can’t sleep.” You simply reply, nuzzling into his clothed chest of silk while he walks, inhaling the comfort of his scent. Your fingers lightly tracing the cloth of his muscles. “You were not by my side.”

“Ah, let me fix that my love.” He softly coos into your ear, finally placing you lightly down on a plush surface: a bed you recognize after a sleepy moment as his hands slowly drag from the sides of your waist down to the calf of your legs. His massive form blocking any light from behind him as he looks down at you. His preying, red eyes sending a shiver down your spine. “Let me devour you and reclaim you tonight.”

Oh, the thought of him being between your legs definitely jerks at your sleepy mind a bit. Sending a shot of arousal through you the more you could think of how he would use you as a full course meal. How he could just keep you in place with one hand if he needed to. His strength more being more admirable than what you had thought before.

“I don’t think you are opposing that idea my love.” Xanthos teases with a chuckle. A finger of his hooking around the bottoms of your nightly clothing, eager to just pull it off you without much resistance.

“Σκάσε(Shut up), captain.” You groan, pulling off some little Greek you learned up at the man. Gaining a quick, but gentle leg pull from him. Pulling you down at the edge of the bed; flush against his hips with one of his arms resting above you so he could loom over your body with his warm cock evidently pressing up against you and through both your clothing. Threatening to just fill you up deliciously.

“Perhaps, I shall just reclaim you instead? To fill up your precious flower now?” The man softly growls, his breath ticking your ear while his teeth teases your skin. His hips slowly rocking back and forth, messing up both of your clothes. “A fitting punishment of your own negligence.”

“You wish to exhaust me with pleasure, Xanthos?” You huff, ignoring the growing heat below you. One of your hands trailing up from his stomach and to his collarbone before slipping underneath his cloth to touch his warm, smooth skin.

“That, I do.” He hums, leaning a little more down on top of you to let your hands explore the chest of his body. His lips attacking your neck once more before taking on your own. His tongue lapping at your bottom lip before giving it a little suckle, making it swell with red plumpness.

Tracing your fingers through the juicy curves of his muscles. You squeeze at them when Xanthos lips become suffocating and addicting, but don’t stop your teasing actions on his body. Your fingers still carefully dragging along his skin and rimming his portholes. Sending a shiver down his body that you might have not seen, but you definitely felt it.

“You tease me love.” He pops off your swollen lips, observing your tired, but desiring body. His tongue licking his lips as he savors what you taste like from your own lips before he digs right back in. All the more fervent to leave you breathless and withering before him as his other hand wanders under your shirt, wrapping around your waist and thumbing at your stomach.

“Xanthos.” You manage to gasp out, escaping his barrage of kisses. Your head laying back, leaving your neck open as he takes the chance to suckle there too. His clothed hips still rutting up against your own heat.

Your hands come up to try and grasp up at his shoulder but settle around for his neck instead. The bulk of him being too much for one to have a hold on as you can feel how he drags his hand on your stomach down underneath the waistline of your clothing. Circling his fingers on your skin there for a moment before nips at your neck again, tearing the bottoms of your nightly clothing away from you.

“Xanthos!” You yelp at him by his bite and the loss of your clothes. Disappointed that he would just rip one of your favorite clothings right off of you without a care. You wonder if that’s why he brought you some clothing for you so he can just rip it off of you.

“I will have someone make you some more my love.” He grins into your neck painted with red and purples. His hand that discarded your bottom cloth opening up your legs for him as he presses his proud heat up against you more, very eager to have you on his cock already.

You whine in response. Your legs trying to wrap around his mass unsuccessfully, but he doesn’t let your smallness get in the way of the both of you. In fact, he thrilled by the size difference. He loves to think of all the things he could do to you.

Leaning himself from the bed, he starts to take off his own clothing properly, unlike yours that he will just rip off anytime he feels like it. He’ll need them again when he’ll have to go back out and provide you with a meal and water after he is done with you. He knows how good and well he can and will fuck you.

Placing both of his hands on your thighs. He gently opens them to see you. To see the slick your body produced between your folds when he lathered your neck and lips with his markings. Another grin playing on his face as he settles his hard cock between your folds. His hips slowly rocking and gathering your slick on his cock, teasing you of the inevitable.

“Gah-ha!” You whine, your body tensing up on him as he slowly starts the lead his cock through your folds. A soft squelch sounding here and there the more he pushes himself through. His fingers tracing up and down your legs as he try’s to get you relaxed again.

“Relax my love, relax.” He coos down at you, watching you closely for any sign of pain you might show him. He knows he’s unnaturally big for a human like you and takes his time with you. Immediately pausing when you stopped breathing for a second on him. “Breathe little love, breathe.”

He pushes a bit further when you heed his words. His cock creating a visual outline within your body that he ogles at. One of his hands coming over to brush over the outline on your skin. A pleasured cry escaping your lips when he does, making his dick twitch inside of you at your over sensitivity.

“Y-You’re big.” You manage to breathe out, placing one of your arms over your eyes while you try and concentrate on your breathing and relaxing yourself. His cock feeling like it grows bigger in width and length every time he enters your pulsing core. The heated stretch is painfully delicious and addicting even, like he was the only one that could make you feel this amount of pleasurable girth inside of you, and it would be true too.

“So you praise.” Xanthos purrs, leaning back down to hover over you again. Sneaking one of his hands underneath the top of your nightly clothes, brushing his thumb over a perky breast of yours. His lips attacking your collarbone this time as he awaits for you to get used to him.

“Hhnng, please move.” You softly moan, wiggling your hips to tease the cock that sits inside of you. Earning a pinch to your bud in a little warning before the man above you abide your words. Slowly rolling his hips into you, making you feel a bit more breathless than when his cock entered you.

You immediately whine when he hits a deep spot inside of you at such a slow pace while his hand underneath your clothing plays with your breasts: squeezing them, gently pulling at them and giving both of them equal amount of attention before he ultimately rips off the rest of your clothing as well. Throwing it somewhere in the room while he curves his body in an awkward position to wrap his lips around your breasts.

Your hands find his hair then, threading your fingers through it while you keen into him. Urging him to continue his wicked actions to absolutely feast upon you tonight and even perhaps tomorrow. His tongue flicking against the perk of your breasts as his teeth threaten to bite into the plushness of them.

“Xanthos.” You moan his name, and have no doubt you’ll be calling it all night. Your fingers grasping at his hair, tugging at it as you feel a familiar tightness growing in your core the more he hit all the right spots deep inside of you.

The man trying to milk your breasts lowly growls out in response. Lewdly popping off your breasts while he drags his teeth from your bust back up to your neck before lowering himself on you, nuzzling you under your jaw. His elbows keeping him from squishing you fully as he wraps his entire body around you.

You are stuck underneath him and at his mercy as he increases his speed a little bit to fuck you at an average pace, nothing quick. His hips thrusting into your tight core while he can feel your muscles constrict tighter around his cock with every movement and action he does. His hot breath fanning against your neck while you sing to him with intelligible moans.

Xanthos hisses through his teeth when your core impossibly tightens on him more. His mind going blank for a second as his hips stutter. The feeling of your core milking him for all he is worth making him groan and nuzzle into your skin as he pumps his seed inside of you.

The two of you don’t dare to move from one another. Simply basking in each others’ afterglow with heavy breathes coating both sweaty skins. Your fingers gently twirling little strands of his hair while Xanthos simply lays his head on your shoulder. His hearing picking up the sound of your heart beat slowing to finally sleep underneath him.

[fiddlefocker]

goth tattooed minotaur muscle mommy with a shiny gold ring through her nose who puffs up her chest when you're around, and she secretly loves the way you bust her balls and pull her around by the horns

[theoccoven]

“I can take care of you so much better than him.”

Daan, the reincarnation of Theseus, muttered into Jooheon’s shoulder. “I was a king. I slayed a Minotaur. What has he done other than give you grief?” Jooheon didn’t say anything as he let the older’s hands under his shirt.

“Nothing my love. And you’re well aware of it or you would have defended him.” You could hear it clear as day, the obsession in his voice. Jooheon grew familiar with it the longer he’s known Daan. This obsession is covered up as love, twisted love for the younger in his arms.

It was everlasting and Jooheon staying in his arms oh so accepting of this love just fed into his deluded thoughts.

There was no escape from this, Jooheon was slowly accepting that.

[heartfullofleeches]

Hey I'm the anon that asked for the minotaur yan,

how about a member of the audience trying to flirt with reader and her having to jold him back from the audience member and try to calm him down?

(Reader's gender is never specified srry)

The bull paws at his restraints, frustrated to see you not by his side.

You perform for the crowd as he waits on the sidelines to join you. The handlers have come to learn as long as they wear rings whether they're married or not, or talk about hypothetical partners he'll allow them to monitor him for a while. He's easily pushed to jealousy as presented in the huffs and snorts he makes as a member of the crowd continuously tries to chat you up each time you pass.

You smile and try to play off their advances, but that only eggs them on more. During the next break in your act, they grab you by your ruffled collar before you can retrieve your partner for the next show. The braiding of the ropes binding your mate gives way as you let out a choked gasp.

You free your airway by swatting their hand and pulling the collar from your neck. "You're... not supposed to touch the workers."

"Sorry about that. I've been trying to get your attention all day."

There's zero sincerity in their words. You try to avoid drawing attention by turning them down face on. It makes things easier when the other members of the crowd peel out of their seats.

"Really, I'm flattered, but I'm not interested.."

"Don't be like that. I'm sure you have a cute face under all that makeup. A person like you probably doesn't have many options anyway."

"Actually I have a-

You stop short. What is he to you? It feels like the shadows are close in around you. No, wait- something is blocking the sun from above. A frighten yelp and agitated whines draw you to the scene overhead, angry saliva dripping onto your shoulder. The minotaur had the crowd member's shirt by his fist, lifting them in the air by the tearing fabric alone. They try to break free, but raises their arms in defense as he snorts in their face.

"Keep your hands off unless you want them broke."

The minotaur roughly grabs their wrist and slowly bends it backwards, skin tight around the bone as they cry out. You face his torso, standing on your toes to grab his arm.

"Stop! You're hurting them!"

You smack his chest, but he doesn't budge - screams ascending in pitch. You mutter an apology you're sure he can't here as you raise your voice.

"Bad boy!"

The world freezes. The stranger looks at you bewildered while the minotaur stares vaguely like he had just been shot through the heart. He drops the shivering individual who books it as soon they're free. He lowers his head.

"I was just trying to protect you."

You knew those words would come back to haunt you. You guide his face into your hands by his broken ropes and massage the edge of his ears.

"Hey, I didn't mean that.. You're a good boy. The best I've ever met."

He huffs. "If you meant that you wouldn't have said what you said."

"I know... and I'll do whatever I can to make up for it. I was just upset you just can't do things like that, or you might get taken away and I don't want to lose you. You're a good boy. My favorite boy. My..."

He perks up. "Your?"

"Mate."

Truth be told, hearing you say you'd miss him brought him out of his funk, but he had to milk the scenario of all its worth. He licks up the entire right side of your face and picks you in what you'd consider the most threateningly sweet hug you've ever had. He plants his large head on your chest as he nuzzles you.

"You finally admitted! Took you long enough. Since were officially together we never have to be alone again. I heard the owner talking about me moving in with you too!"

"aw.... wait-"

[cremedensada]

I wanna write about a yandere neighborhood inspired by filipino myths and supernatural creatures.

Maybe if I have the energy to write again hm...

[obsessivevoidkitten]

That Time You Got Yeeted Into Another World, Mistaken as a God-Sent Gift, and Used as a Prize in an Arena

Yandere Bear-Man Dilf x Gender Neutral Reader

CW: Noncon, framed for a crime, language barrier, eaten out like it's groceries, biting, scent marking, musk, combat, general yandere behavior

Word Count: 765

(Speed written out of nowhere because I had the idea suddenly, not beta read so please forgive any mistakes. I hope you guys like this ficlet. Also forgive the title, in a game I was playing there was a crossover with "That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime" and I liked the vibe of the title.)

You were framed for a crime you didn't commit and in your village the punishment for that crime was immediate exile via being shoved down a steep crater in the center of which is a one-way portal to what is thought to be Hell.

What no one on your side of the portal knew was that on the other side was just another world. A world that celebrated with a great holiday anytime a human came through the portal. It was also a world populated entirely, with the exception of humans who crossed over, by human-like beast hybrids.

Driders, lion hybrids, nagas, aqrabuamelu (scorpion-men), harpies, dog people, centaurs, minotaurs, gnolls, and many other races that seemed to be part human. 

They have a connecting portal in their universe, but any who try to go into it are spat back out. The current went only in one direction.

Every few years, a human would be flung forth from the portal, a gift from the gods! But only the worthy can keep such a gift. So whenever a human comes to the realm from the watcher of the portal will ring the bells and all the warriors assemble and a grand tournament is held at the arena. Whoever wins gets to keep the human and gains enough wealth to care for them properly.

Things are no different when you arrive, you are immediately ushered away, examined, and pampered like a prize doll with no agency. Despite your objections. It seems like only the keeper of the portal has any rudimentary undestanding of your language, not that it helped you. He didn't explain much and his speech wasn't that great. Something about... a big game?

You were naturally frightened beyond all reason, seeing all these beast-men, but it didn't seem like you were being harmed. It really wasn't what you thought hell was going to be like. 

On the day of the big tournament, you were dressed in the finest silks, given a tiny crown of silver, and taken to the best seat in the arena. One where everyone could see you. A cushioned throne was provided for you to sit upon. You figured that this must be a ceremony to welcome people from the portal.

You watched as all the combatants sparred. At first you were horrified, but it became evident that people could yield and death was, almost always, avoided. There were combatants of every variety. 

Even from the start the best seemed to be a naga woman named Eeris and a bear-man named Brakwen. As they advanced through the fights they both finally made it to the finals where they'd clash. Eeris favored twin daggers and fangs while Brakwen used claws and brute strength. He had a sword but had not resorted to using it. 

It was a mighty battle but Brakwen the bear-man managed to win. You still did not yet realize you were the prize. Not until you were escorted down to him and were carried bridal style out of the arena with the crowd cheering. Brakwen had won the god's favor!

From close up he looked even more imposing. He seemed to be in his late 30s to early 40s. He mostly looked like a hairy man from far away though up close his massive size, sharp teeth, claws, thick fur covering his arms and quite frankly adorable bear ears, gave him away. He was rugged but admittedly rather handsome. You knew there was nothing you could do so you let him carry you away. 

Despite the language barrier, Brakwen did his best to please his god-given prize. He could tell you feared him. Especially since you tried to run off a few times. But Brakwen didn't get angry. You never even managed to get past the door. Even if you did there were two gates outside the house. You were far too valuable to let wander off. 

Eventually when you had stopped running off, and when his rut demanded he wait no longer, he began acting a bot more aggressove and sexual towards you. 

Though you tried to stop him it ended with him stretching out your hole with his powerful tongue, lubing you up with his copious amounts of drool, and sliding into you with his massive musky cock.

That's what your life was now. Being treated like a fragile precious gem most of the time and then for one week out of every month you were fucked full of hot bear cum in every possible position, bitten possessively, and scent marked by being forced to wear his oversized clothing. 

[strawberrypoundtown]

A yandere minotaur that obsessively stalks you and leaves fresh flowers (and kills) at your door. There's never a note, but you don't need one. It's not hard to figure out that the minotaur you had met a few months ago was the one that made you the object of his affection. If only he knew that he was already yours