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queenie-the-court-jester · 2 months

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Yandere farm x farmhand reader 🌾

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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HYBRIDS AND THEIR NAMES:

Week one, cats and dogs;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Second week, cattle and centaurs;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Casper, centaur, 23, ardennais, he/him

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

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

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third week, avians;

Sydney, avian, 22, cockatoo, they/he

Evangeline, avian, 19, peacock, she/her

Gabriel, avian, 20, peacock, he/him

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

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

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

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Fourth week, merfok;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Fifth week, goats and sheep;

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

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

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

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

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

Juniper, sheep, Valais black nose, she/her

violet, sheep, 18, harri, she/her

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

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

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Sixth week, the forest creatures:

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

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

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

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

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

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obsessivevoidkitten · 5 months

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Animal Farm: Tuesdays

Three Yandere Dog Men x Gender Neutral Reader

CW: Noncon, knotting, nonhuman genitals, cum swallowing, spitroasting, biting, male harem, dog men, reader fucked silly, general yandere behavior, licking, scent marking Word Count: 555 (The next long awaited installment in my farm series. I hope you all love it. <3 I did not bother having this beta read, sorry for any mistakes. The original fic can be found HERE along with the links to the other installments)

You were still tired from the thorough orgy that the harpies had given. At least they provided you with plenty of gentle aftercare. But now it was Tuesday. And that meant that you were the property of the dog-men. Another day in the endless cycle of being a cumdump for horny monster men. You really dreaded time with the dogs. They always ended up biting the hell out of your neck. You entered the small cabin that the dog men inhabited and one of the cat men, Lionel, came stumbling out with a dazed look on his face and cum dribbling down his thighs. Good… maybe that would mean there urges were already taken care o- Your train of thought was interrupted when you were thrown on the bed by the most assertive of the three dog men, the one that had the ears and tail of s German Shepherd, Thorn. His claws slid under your waist band and partially pulled down to reveal your hole which he lapped at like a treat. “Fuck, I have been waiting a week for this farmer~�� Apparently breeding Lionel did nothing to quell the desire to bury their knots in you. When he got tired of fucking you with his tongue he slid his dick in to the base, the bone in it jabbed you painfully until it mercifully swelled to full size. The stretch was only mildly uncomfortable. After bringing you to climax his knot inflated in you and kept the two of you tied with him periodically humping gently to enjoy the sweet friction against his knot as he plied you full of his hot seed. He gave your neck a quick bite before sliding out of you and then before you knew it one of the other two, this time the husky-like dog man, Corr, was slamming into you. But the third, Len, the fluffy one that had the features of a Newfoundland, couldn’t wait his turn. So while Corr was busy breeding your overstimulated hole Len took it upon himself to slide past your soft lips. The smell of his musky cock filled your nostrils as his nuts slapped your chin with every thrust. You whimpered and moaned lustfully into his cock as Corr started to knot you. Corr bit you on your shoulders and back as he began the long process of slowly depositing cum in waves into you as dog men did. Your body shook as you came again, but you started gagging a bit as Len knotted in your mouth. His dick twitched periodically as it sent another wave of bitter cum down your throat, leaving you no other option but to swallow. If you thought you were done you were sorely mistaken. Thorn had gotten hard again and plunged his cock right back into your now cum-lubed hole the second Corr had pulled out of it. A few hours later, when the fuck fest was finally done, the dog men all turned very loving and gentle. They licked you clean of their seed and bathed you, but they rubbed your clothes with their scent before allowing you to get dressed again. They spent the rest of the day feeding, cuddling, and caring for their little mate who was too dazed and tired from all the sex to really do much.

#yandere terato #yandere teratophilia #yandere #yandere harem #male harem #yandere male harem #yandere farm #yandere dog men #yandere dog hybrids #yandere boyfriends #yandere male x reader #x reader #male yandere x gender neutral reader #My OCs #My OC Corr #My OC Len #My OC Thorn

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heartfullofleeches · 2 months

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"Is...this is really.... milk?"

Lifting the glass, you stir the cloudy liquid at its bottom with the straw so graciously provided by the hybrid - alarm belts ringing at the back of your mind due to how fluidly the tool moved through it. You heard coconut milk was on the thicker, creamer end of the spectrum compared to other types of milk, but it still seemed just a bit too runny to actually be the described drink offer to you. The smell was somewhat off as well. More pungent than the slightly sweet fragrance of fresh coconut.

You look towards Rotten Milk for an answer who was too preoccupied with fixing their belt to meet your gaze. Feeling the weight of your stare, they finally glance over at you - cheeks flushed and skin damp with sweat.

"Why don't you try a sip and see for yourself?"

#Milk farm tag #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere hybrid

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lady-ashfade · 1 month

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All Is Far In Love And Farming Masterlist

Yandere!Mha!Hybrids x Farmer!Fem!Reader

Characters for now: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Mina Ashido, Ochako Uraraka, Tenya Iida, Denki Kaminari, Kyoka Jiro, Tsuyu Asui, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Hanta Sero, Mashirao Ojiro, Koji Koda, Momo Yaoyorozu

Please note that all characters are aged appropriately, so all characters are older versions of themselves!! Adult age of hybrids, reader is early 20s.

warnings: short chapters, stardew valley au, yandere behaviors, obsession, stalking, slightly sick love, possessive, manipulative, gaslighting. platonic yandere, hybrid and human relationships, and future warnings when more chapters come out.

Chapter One: “???” — coming….

Chapter Two: “???” — coming….

Chapter Three: “???” — coming….

Chapter Four: “???” — coming….

Chapter Five: “???” — coming….

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lorelune · 8 months

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braised

|| blade x reader || M || captive reader x necrobiome blade || wc: 3.2k || ao3 || previous + next ->

The Stellaron Hunters and their newest prize settle in and find routine.

minors, antis, and ageless blogs dni

a/n: HELLO >:3c this lil story has me gripped!! this piece is meant to be read after "scrap metal" but can be read as a standalone. mind the tags and enjoy 💕

CW: dark content, captive/pet reader, violence, implied/partially depicted physical abuse, force-feeding, general talk about food and eating, thoughts of violence toward the reader

"They didn't eat again."

Silver Wolf tosses the metal bowl on the counter with a frown. It’s full, heaped with eggs, kixi wafers, and some yogurt-based sauce. It’s untouched, sauce gelatinized from being out in the open air.

Kafka clicks her tongue from the cockpit, pausing her scrolling. Her gaze flicks up, "Not a bite?"

"Nope." Silver Wolf frowns and fidgets. "They didn't even look at me when I gave them their lunch either."

"They haven't eaten since the day before yesterday then. That’s no good." Kafka sounds concerned, but there's an edge to it.

Blade feels antsy. Out of his skin. He doesn't know why.

“They haven’t been drinking much either.” Silver Wolf frowns. “They’ll shrivel up and die at this rate."

Kafka nods, "That’s more than likely their intention, even if it's a long and foolish way to die. That’s a shame. I thought they'd be better than this."

Blade drums his stiff fingers over the hilt of Shard Sword. He hardly remembers summoning it.

"Bladie, dear? Try and convince them to have a bite or two tonight." Kafka's attention almost drifts back to her phone before she meets his eyes. Her own are clear, pupils intact. "Be careful, though. Hungry pets will still bite the hand that feeds them."

Blade doesn't reply with anything other than a jerky nod. He ferries himself across the ship to a padded training room and shreds two dozen practice dummies until they're nothing more than piles of polymer leather and filler.

...

Kafka had implemented a rotation. A 'feeding schedule' to acclimate you to your new environment, and get you used to your new comrades. You’re pricklier than she originally anticipated, but she doesn't seem concerned.

(If anything, she seems... delighted. She has a spring to her step that she usually doesn't. She leaves your room glowing.)

It’s Blade's turn to bring you dinner. Your meal is piled into the same metal bowl. Heaps of rice, covered in a sticky sauce with chunks of meat and veg. It’s still steaming as he walks silently to your cell— room. cell. He's not sure.

He undoes each lock (seven) and enters your room without any announcement.

The room is... less destroyed than it was yesterday. When Blade brought you lunch the day before, your mattress had been dragged onto the floor, sheets torn to shreds and spread around the room. You’d thrown a book at his head when he'd entered.

(Which he caught and gave back to you. You looked terrified when he got at all close to you.)

Blade didn’t like it. And he isn't sure why.

Today, you're less frantic. Instead, you’re balled up on your mattress, tucked in a corner with your knees up. Your head is down. You only flinch when Blade enters, but don't regard him otherwise.

Blade's frown deepens.

"Dinner," he says, and sets the food on your nightstand. Kafka has replaced the diffuser you broke the day prior. A new one pumps out an herbal-scented mist. "Eat it."

"Just leave it,” you reply, voice scratchy and raw. You rarely speak to him.

"No. Eat it now."

"I will later."

"You won't. You aren't eating."

"And what's it to you?" You unfurl just a fraction and shoot him a glare. It’s angry. vitriolic and guarded. (But a scared stray will bear its teeth and bite, won't they?)

(What is it to Blade? Other than Kafka's order. There’s something there. There has been something there since he saw you muzzled and dead-eyed, and Blade's always half-aware of it. How it refracts and shudders and fills him with such intense unease. He knows the feeling— recognizes it like the scent of an old lover. But he does not like it. It does not feel like it is his.)

He’s struck with the particular urge to throw you against a wall and watch your skull splatter against the metal paneling.

He doesn't. Because his mara isn't that uncontrollable, not now anyway. Instead, he frowns at your scowl.

"You'll die if you don't eat."

"Ah, and if I die, you'll lose an asset, right? I'm not stupid, I know how these things work." You sound... almost petulant. Blade does not know how to approach you, or it, or this attitude.

"You'll die. You shouldn't die. You should eat and live."

"Fuck you." You snap at him, fist balling up in the sheets at your side. You've picked your nails short and raw. "Fuck you."

Blade doesn't know what to do.

He pushes the bowl closer to you on the nightstand before departing.

Kafka catches him as he heads to the training rooms (again, because he needs to shatter a few holograms with his bare fists if he wants to feel close to sane in the next few hours.)

"Any luck, lovely?" Kafka's expression is kind. She must already know.

"No."

Kafka sighs, and shakes her head. "I'll take care of it, Bladie. I suppose we’ll have to do things the hard way.”

...

Kafka is the one to bring you breakfast the next morning. Blade does not normally keep track of Kafka's morning routine, because she is insane, but considering it involves you, he's more keen to it. Kafka prepares a light breakfast of garlic and shash rice, and secondarily, a shake of greens and nutrient powder.

(He... he thinks he knows the substance. Recognizes the acrid, must-driven smell of it, and remembers how awful it tastes. Like bile mixed with metal shavings. Who knows where Kafka acquires it from. He has smudged out memories of choking it down when Kafka first pulled him out of a crater, covered in blood and scarred— but not dead. Never. Never, never dead— )

Blade fractiously goes to your room and waits outside your door. Kafka is still inside when he arrives, speaking to you in that sweet, syrupy tone that drips into muscle and bone like molten metal.

"You need to eat, darling."

"Fuck you—"

"The more you fight, the harder this will be. Why don't you be good and let me help?"

"Don’t fucking touch me—!"

There’s the muffled sound of a struggle, which Blade assumes isn’t much of a struggle because Kafka is far stronger than she looks. Blade leans against the wall, next to your door. He can feel vibrations of a fight in the soles of his shoes through the floor. The thump of a body hitting the wall echoes.

Blade hears crying. You’re crying.

"Oh, tears? I’ve hardly done anything."

"You’re fucking monsters. Just let me go—!"

"You know that won't happen. Play nice.”

"Don't—!"

You sob, probably, and there's another sharp sound of flesh on steel. Blade would've flinched if he wasn’t an abomination.

"Let me take care of you, sweetheart. The sooner you give in, the easier this is. This doesn't need to be difficult."

"Get off of me—!"

More struggling. Blade closes his eyes and tries to imagine it. Kafka is ruthless in getting what she wants. She knows how to pry people apart, pick at their inside, and pull strings until they fracture. It is why Elio is such a fan of hers. It is why Blade keeps her close, as she knows the delicate, bowstring dance of keeping his mara in check.

He wonders what Kafka sees in you.

(He wonders what he sees in you. You're nothing like— like— who? Who are you so different from?)

Blade has a headache.

The sounds echoing from your room dissolve into muffled sobs and the occasional sharp cough. A gag. Inhaling and what must be your fist beating against the metallic paneling of the floor. He hears Kafka hush you, over and over. Quietly praising you after each gag and retch.

Blade's not sure how long it goes on before things feel still and quiet.

The sound of a kiss, audible, "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

"... F-fuck you.

"Such a filthy mouth. Do you need me to wash your mouth out with soap? I'm happy too."

"Wait, don’t— no—“

Blade realizes his shoulders have hiked up. He forces them to lower. You scream and fight just feet away, really. All that separates you is seven locks.

Kafka seems to be handling things. The sounds continues, and become dull background noise. Shouts and pants fade into his thoughts as they get sap-sticky.

(Someone beloved, something far away. Bitter liquor on each other’s lips. Blade can’t recall the name.)

(A comet with a tail burning yellow. It is cold. A blade, driven into his chest. A blade stabbed into his eye. A blade put sidelong through his skull. A blade splitting his throat. Cold, cold, cold, cold.)

(Do you know cold? Do you know how frostbite turns flesh black? Do you know necrosis? What pain do you know?)

Blade, startlingly, does not want you to know pain. He wants you to eat your meals.

Kafka exits, almost startling him. She does not look surprised to see him hovering. She rearms the locks and glances at him from the corner of her eye.

“Down, loverboy. A scared dog will bite.”

“Do not call me that.”

"Alright, alright,” she laughs and her grin grows sharper. “I’ll be taking care of their meals for the next few days. Listen, grab a medkit, the poor thing needs it. Though, I’ll let them hurt for a while first.”

Kafka walks off, and Blade follows at her heels. There are indentations in Kafka's gloves-- half-moon bite marks of teeth.

He decides he is going to break his own fingers, maybe. He can watch them heal back into place.

It’s meditative.

...

Several days pass with your ‘new routine’. Kafka handles each meal. Blade stays away from your room. The entire wing you’re located in feels nuclear. He stays in the training room. Throws himself at matted walls until his shoulders dislocate, only to pop them back into place to repeat the cycle.

He makes a point to check the kitchen after each of your meal times. There’s always an empty dish, a clean plate. A chunky-looking film left on a glass in the sink. Kafka is diligent, Blade doesn’t doubt this.

The whole thing fills him with unease.

He asks Kafka to wipe his memory, but she denies him. She’s in the cockpit, swiveling in her seat.

“You don’t need that yet, Bladie. Give it some time.”

“But—”

“Discomfort isn’t mara suffocation, dear.”

“You’re patronizing me.”

She sizes him up, sighing, “Listen to me, keep it together. You’re alright. How about this, you can feed your pet starting tomorrow for lunch. Would that make you feel better?”

It would. He’s not sure why.”

“It would.”

Kafka looks pleased with the outcome of the conversation. She tells Blade to get some rest, pats his cheek, which does take the edge off the mara rooting around in his psyche for purchase.

Blade takes a long route through the ship to his chambers. A deliberate path that brings him in front of your door. He doesn’t dare to enter, only listen. It’s late, you could be sleeping given the hour— but Blade can hear you shuffling around. Grumbling to yourself. One of your feet is dragging on the floor as you walk. Blade wonders how it was injured.

He departs after hearing the shifting of your sheets, and the light under your door goes out.

(He feels insane. Insane in a way that isn’t mara-ridden, which is more terrifying. He knows the gnawing beast of Abundance that crawls around inside his skull and bones, he doesn’t know madness that has burrowed itself between his ribs. It feels light, like the carbonation bubbles in the bottled soda back on the Luofu. His palms sweat when he becomes aware of it with each thought of you.)

(Maybe he’ll try tearing out his organs again. That could fix it.)

Blade returns to his room and paces, before stripping and climbing into bed.

It’s only when he’s half-asleep that he realizes he’s hard.

He’s not sure why.

...

Lunch is some takeout. It scalds his hands through the bowl he heaps it into. Braised trelk ribs with scallion and carrot, ladled over a bed of chewy-looking noodles.

"Bladie," Kafka tells him from the cockpit. She glances at him with a curling smile. "Be careful, they're sensitive."

Blade does not know how to be... careful. Not like how Kafka is implying he thinks anyway.

Silver Wolf snorts from her seat, speaking through a bite of noodle, "You’re asking a human-shaped hydrokenia bomb to be 'careful'?"

"Blade's a good boy, I'm sure he'll do great." Kafka's eyes are that spatial, nebula magenta. He feels pleasantly high when she looks at him. "Won’t you?"

"Yes."

Kafka looks pleased, "Listen, take your meal too. Eating with them will get them comfortable."

Silver Wolf raises an eyebrow, "Is that really a good idea?"

"I think so. Blade can handle it if they get testy."

She looks at him with a grin that's collapsed empires and immolated planets. Blade leaves the room with two bowls in his hands.

When he arrives at your cell— room. It's your room. He unlocks the locks methodically and enters without a greeting.

Today, you are not tucked in the corner of your bed. You’re instead perched in the rounded window, gazing at the starscape. Your knees are raised, and your arms are wrapped around yourself. You look small and defeated, eyes darkened and downcast. Blade watches you rub your shoulders.

You look up when he enters. Blade sets the bowl on the ledge next to you, and sets a pair of chopsticks on top, "You will eat."

It's not a command, but a statement of fact.

You scowl, looking so angry. Alive with it. He recognizes vitriol so easily. It's in your eyes and in the way you bare your teeth at him, ready to strike. Maybe you'll bite down on him, into him, until you taste blood. Blade's sure you wouldn't leave a scar— he heals too quickly from the types of flesh wounds to give him a lasting mark.

(There's something enticing about you trying. Blade does not know the floating, filmy part of himself that suggests such a desire.)

You carry Kafka's mark. There are bruises around your throat, the clear shape of hands. There are lumps across your jaw, darkened in color. Scratches of nails over your neck, down to your collarbones. Your eyes are red-rimmed. Your lip is split, barely scabbed over. You're shaking.

You open your mouth, ready to snap. Maybe you'll spit venom— Blade doesn't know your species. You could.

(Blade remembers your expression on different faces from the glitter of your canines. It reminds him— of—? Jingliu was colder. Frigid in her rage. Dan Feng was always so calm with his, Only shattered near the end, like a tide that swelled too high on the shore to swallow the world whole. Your expression is white-hot, like metal pulled fresh from a stoked forge. Desperation and terror make dull teeth sharp. Actions become erratic and desperate.)

(Blade has not remembered so much, so clearly in a long time. He really needs Kafka to wipe his memory again.)

The mara in him writhes. It’s a necrosis, a vitality that has long since sank into his marrow and will not leave. It rolls through him. Blades tips back his head and rolls his shoulders. There's a high to it, followed by an immediate and tumbling withdrawal and dread and clarity—

And it's all interrupted by the little gasp you make. The abrupt jolt you take backward, into the window, closer to the depths of deep space. Your body thumps against the glass.

('Fragile', Kafka had said.)

Your mouth closes, and your bloody lower lip wobbles. Tears glitter on your lash line as you retreat. Maybe, Kafka broke you. She’s good at that.

"Fucking— I-I mean, fine. I’ll fucking eat." You stumble over your words with a sniffle. Your voice is raw and strained. You rub your nose on your sleeve and scramble for the bowl and utensils.

Blade stares as you eat your first bite. Then your second. Followed by your third. You start crying after the fourth, sobbing with the fifth, and hiccupping between mouthfuls. You're eating too fast, occasionally looking at him with an expression he recognizes as terror. He's used to seeing a look like that at the end of his blade. Frozen before draining of blood and death.

He frowns. You should not look that way..

"Slow down," he says, sitting next to you.

You look at him and wipe over your mouth, lips parting, but seem to think better of speaking. You take another bite, chewing slower. Blade picks up his own bowl and eats small, meticulous bites.

(He shared a meal all the time. Shoulder to shoulder with Dan Feng, splitting casks of viridian wine in the moonlight. Food tastes better when someone you... like is near.)

You finish before him, and don't stop crying. If anything, you cry harder. It sounds painful.

Blade pauses his meal, idling. searching. There's something there. A feeling coated in the roots of mara, but... perhaps it's a delicious agony. Not so much a memory, but a want. Something other than— than what and why—

Blade stands. He departs to your bathroom (there are blood stains on the counter) and grabs a cloth towel. He dampens it with water, letting the sink run until it's pleasantly warm.

He sits closer to you when he returns. You flinch away in retreat, leer away as he comes close, hands up—

"Please, don't, what are you—"

"Hold still." Blade grabs your wrist and you wince.

With entirely conscious thought and great effort, he loosens his grip. And... gently, Blade brings the cloth to your face. He dabs around your eyes, then your cheek and nose, and lastly your mouth. you're frozen, wide-eyed, and still shaking.

When he's done, he grabs a blanket from the bed. He wraps it around your shoulders. It feels... somewhat right.

"You should rest." He tells you. "You need it."

Blade thumbs over a swollen round on your jaw. You tremble, eyes wide.

But maybe a little less scared.

"... Are you gonna stay while you finish eating?" You eye his half-full bowl.

"Yes."

"... 'kay... and you're not gonna rough me up like Kafka did?"

"No." He has no plans to.

"... Fine."

You cautiously make your way back to your little bed, sitting at the head of it, and half-slipping under the covers. It's... cute.

(Blade has not thought of anything as cute in several centuries.)

Blade wants to break your legs.

When he finishes, he collects both bowls, and looks around your room. It's sparse, though. There are a few books on the nightstand.

"... Are you bored?"

"Huh?" You ask. You'd been lost in thought, eyes lost. "Oh, I mean. yeah? There's not much to do."

"I'll bring some things. Bear it until then."

"Oh! Okay." You wrap the blanket around your shoulders tighter. "You're... Bladie, right?"

"Just Blade."

"Oh, okay. sorry." You wring your hands. "Thank you, Blade."

The thing in his chest blooms. A monstrous flower, mycelium under acres of land in a network that eats and never dies. Undergrowth that does nothing but rot and grow, grow and rot.

Blade doesn't reply as he leaves the room. He gets halfway to the training wing before he has to pause, withdraw his phone, and send Kafka a frantic text: 'Meet me in the weaponry room.’

He pockets his phone before punching the wall. Clumsy fingers break upon impact, and the indentation of the fist remains in the metal.

#lore writes #blade x reader #blade x you #hsr x reader #hsr x you #tw dark content #tw yandere #blade's pov is so :3c #guy is nuts!! bonkers!!!#(affectionate)#alright gonna go farm for fu xuan eheh ENJOY!!

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ghostlyforxst · 10 months

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In LOVE with your Tengen fic!! Can I request something similar to it: a farm au where a Centaur Sanemi is trying to breed the reader?? 👀👀

I really love how you write!!

❱ http:˚♡I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys˚ˑؘ 🍄 ·˚

GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: Monster AU, Inappropriate Reader, +18, Slight! Breeding, Hair Pulling, Slight! Non-Con, and Marking.

CHARACTER: Sanemi Shinazugawa

WORD COUNT: 561

A/N- I apologize for taking forever to respond to your request and I also apologize for not adding much breeding since I made it gender neutral. Though I am still hoping that this meet some of you expectations and that you enjoyed it!

Another day had dawned, the muggy weather had your clothes embracing your dewy skin and your muscles were tense from the laborious chores you had completed. You had tidied up the stables, harvested the garden, and naturally you cared for your monsters. Yet, rutting season had caused those supposedly uncomplicated chores to become complicated. But thankfully-ish your centaur was the last for the day, though his rutting mindset had you nervous. He became territorial, brash, and overall just desperate—countless of times you had to fight him off and run, screaming as he galloped not too far behind you.

You released the pail to the ground, breathing through your nostrils, and eased the stable doors open. His presence was absent from the stable, your shoulders slumped with a sigh. You take the rake and begin to scrape up the previous hay, ignorant of the lustful beast that snuck noiselessly behind you until fingers tangled themselves into your hair and forced your head onto the scratchy hay bale. “Wah!”

“You are not going anywhere.” The beast, Sanemi, growled as his calloused hand swept down your back to your jeans and yanked them to the ground before his hooves came into view on either side of your head. “You're mine this season and the seasons to come.”

“Sanemi.” you yelped, hips raised high in the air and legs parted for his massive girth. “g-get off!”

Sanemi went seemingly deaf to your words, disregarding them as his hand eased between your legs and teased your arousal. You knew you had stripped him of his sanity from the way his desperate hand stroked and rubbed you, the way he blushfully whimpered under his breath when his cock prodded at your hole. You bit your cheek, restraining the moan that was lodged in your throat as his dick dryly persuaded itself into you.

“I can’t,” Sanemi breathed, “I can’t wait.”

Your blowzy cheeks dampened with tears as you blubbered pleas from him to remove himself, writhing beneath him as his length buried itself into your warmth entirely—the pain becoming near unbearable.

“Begging is a good look for you.” Sanemi smirked breathlessly, bucking his hips into you.

You cried out, grasping at the dead grass, ashamed at how pleasurable it felt. Sanemi stoops down, his tongue darting past his curved lips and he glides the wet muscle along your nape before biting and sucking at the skin—a purplish bruise remaining as he seated himself back up.

His hands raveled themselves back into your hair, roughly tugging, as he rocked himself into you.

“M’feeling so fucking good around me, feels good doesn’t it baby?” Sanemi grunted, yanking your head back and kissing you abruptly. “It has to, you are a mess on my cock. I can feel you falling apart around me. ”

You sobbed at his dick thrusting into the right spot, your tummy tightening before releasing; swallowing air as your hips jerked on his length with a drawn-out whine. Sanemi reaches below you, rolling your niple between his thumb and fingers—his silvery tail whipping behind as his thrust quickens.

Sanemi’s hips stammered, his chest rumbling with a guttural growl, before he emptied himself in your clenching hole. He lazily smooches the back of your head and weighs himself against your back. “Mhm’love you.”

You hummed in response and Sanemi chuckled, “rest, I'm wanting a second round soon.”

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frogspond200 · 7 months

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𝚈𝚊𝚗!𝙵𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚗

Requested by: Anon

Ask: Heyy! Can you do another yandere farmworld Finn but can you do one where the reader tries to escape when he's doing chores and the kids are a little distracted?

Warning: general Yandere Behavior

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As you watched Farmworld Finn tending to his chores around the farm, you couldn’t help but notice that he seemed more engrossed in his work today. The kids, in their youthful curiosity, were off exploring a nearby field, leaving you with a slim window of opportunity.

Slowly and silently, you crept away from your designated area, your heart pounding with both fear and determination. The wind rustled through the cornfields, providing cover for your escape. You knew that timing was crucial.

Just as you were about to make a break for it, the creaking of the barn door caught your attention. Farmworld Finn had finished his current task and was heading in your direction. Panic set in, and you quickly ducked behind a haystack.

You held your breath and waited for Finn to pass. After a few moments, you heard the barn door close and the farmer's footsteps fade away. You cautiously emerged from your hiding place and decided it was time to make a break for it.

"Caught you." You screamed at the voice and snapped your body around. Finn was standing in front of you, his menacing expression stopping the air in your lungs. You felt your heart pounding as you glared at him. He stepped closer, his voice calm and calculating. "What did you think you were doing?" He asked.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. You felt your skin crawl as he took another step closer. He was too close for comfort, and all you could do was stare back, your throat dry.

He stepped even closer, his breath hot against your face. You felt your heart race and your breath quicken. You wanted to scream but you couldn't find your voice. Frozen, you squeezed your eyes shut.

He leaned in and whispered in your ear, "I won't hurt you if you won't fight me” You wanted to answer, but your mouth was dry. He reached up and brushed your cheek with his thumb. You felt a chill run down your spine as you realized you had no choice but to accept his offer.

“…Get back in the house.” he growled. You nodded slowly, your heart pounding in your chest as you stepped into the house. You shut the door behind you, feeling a cold sweat run down your spine. You knew this was going to be a long night.

#x reader #adventure time #adventure time x reader #fionna and cake #fionna and cake x reader #farmworld finn x reader fionna and cake #farm world finn fionna and cake #yandere farmworld finn x reader #farm world finn x reader #yandere farmworld finn #farmworld finn adventure time #farmworld finn #farmworld finn x reader #farmworld finn fionna and cake #yandere farmworld finn x reader adventure time #yandere farmworld finn x reader fionna and cake #farm world finn adventure time #farm world finn

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carnivorousyandeere · 9 months

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Quinn the Farm Girl (She/Her)

Intro:

One, Two, Three

Elaboration

An Aesthetic Pic (Not Mine)

Alphabets:

Smut:

Fighting Kink; + Gentle Darling; + Resentful Darling

Ruthless Tease (HC)

Bondage (HC)

Who's Your Daddy? (HCs)

Scenarios/HCs:

Jealousy + Possessiveness

Knives

All that Farmland...

Types of Darlings:

Herding Dog Hybrid

Cat Hybrid

#farm girl oc #country girl oc #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere cw #masterlist

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llonelygoddess · 1 year

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I’m super excited to share these characters with people, I’ve been daydreaming about them for years and now they’re on paper!

#yandere ocs #female yandere #male yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #soft yandere #obsession #worshipper yandere #stalker yandere #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere family #yandere farmer #yandere farm #yandere cult

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kakusu-shipping · 2 years

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May I request a viktor humphries x reader

You absolutely can and I do hope you do not mind but I am going to use this one as an excuse to write down some soft Yandere Viktor Humphries thoughts

Just a bit of Practice

Vikor Humphries X GN!Reader (Reader in Bea's place as a Rancher)

In which the Slimeulation works as intended

Viktor's fingers made rapid movements across his keyboard, filling in lines and lines of code, running them, and then deleting them to replace with better strings. He'd been working on his Simulation, Slimeulation, of the neighboring ranches for years now. To help his fellow ranchers, of course, keep track of slime migration patterns, weather, highly populous areas where Tar are most likely to occur, and possibly rare slime spawns.

That was the original intent of the Slimeulation, at least.

Now, instead of mapping and charting all of his neighbor's land, he focused in on one, making absolutely sure he got down every detail of their land.

One may think he chose their ranch to simulate because it happened to be the most bio diverse, spawning nearly every time of slime, chicken, fruit, and vegetable known on the Far Far Range.

One may also assume he mapped out the entirety of their land without the new owner's knowledge to study the Ancient Ruins hidden deep in the property behind two locked Slime Doors, perhaps to unlock the secret of possible Far Far Range Natives long extinct.

Perhaps he was studying the near perfect weather conditions, or the abundance of materials hidden in the Dry Reef, or the spawn rate of rare bewildering Slimes such Twinkle Slimes and Party Gordos.

All of these assumptions would be wrong, however, as Viktor had gotten all that information by studying along side the previous owner, Hobson Twillgers, who had sense sold his property to move on to green pastures.

So then what, one may ask, was Viktor Humphries obsession with this particular ranch?

"Oh! Hello, Viktor." A voice greeted as the scientist, and amateur musician, booted up his Slimeulation for the 227th time today. He'd get it right this time he thought to himself as he pulled on his simulation goggles and entered his perfectly engineered world.

The first thing he saw as the simulation loaded in around him was the reason for his obsessive mapping of the ranch, perfect sculpting and detailing of the dried old reef and overgrown Slime Forest.

You.

You, oh you, oh so glorious you, with your ranching gear and vac pack and a large straw hat for the sun. You smiled over your shoulder at Viktor, a Tabby Slime held comfortably in your arms.

Even knowing it was a simulation, that you weren't really standing there, smiling brighter than the sun just for Viktor, greeting him like he was any old somebody you talked to daily, Viktor's cheeks burned red, his throat dried out, and he begun to ring his hands.

"H...Hey..." He'd practiced with you, this you, over and over to be more causal. Breaking down his usual Greetings and Salutations for a much more relaxed "Hey", sometimes a "Hello". One time a "Sup", that had not gone over well, as far as the data showed.

"Hey." You chuckled at him, releasing the Tabby you'd been holding loose into the corral filled with other grey cat-like slimes, who all proceeded to pounce the new guy. "What's up? I don't think you've ever actually visited me before."

He had, many times. You, this you, just didn't remeber. They'd been reset after every failed attempt. Days, Months, one time a year of simulated bonding wasted, down the drain, because of one little slip up, an argument, a miscommunication, a glitch in the code. Not this time. You'd be perfect this time.

"I thought it time I properly introduce myself." Viktor spoke, a little more clearly this time, "In... Person...." He trailed.

You hummed and tilted your hat back, looking up at Viktor. Despite knowing it wasn't really the real you, Viktor still felt the need to avoid eye contact, tangling his wingers together as you examined him, a trait that bled through every update, and though it put him on edge every time, he put up with it, for accuracy. For you.

You beamed and took a large, nearly falling down large, step forward, taking Viktor's hand in yours, "Well you'd be the first, you know! Not even Twilligers came back to meet me face to face, ya know. Guess that's why we move out to the Far Far Range, huh, to get space."

Viktor resisted every urge to grab you, to hold and hug and kiss you. This may be a simulation but there were still boundaries, rules. He had to work back up to that, even if he had it just yesterday.

"How 'bout some tea? I got cookies and jam too." You offered, turning tail and walking confidently to the small home plopped dead center in the middle of your ranch.

Viktor flexed his hand, the one you'd been holding moments ago. He slightly cursed himself for forgetting to take his gloves off. He then took a steadying breath, and followed you, "I-I wouldn't want to impose..."

He would, and he had, previously. But you'd always reacted better, insisted he stayed longer, when he hesitated to join you in the first place.

"No imposition, it'd be nice to have someone around for a bit." You stopped on the stairs to your home and looked back at Viktor, he rung his hands, avoiding eye contact, and continued to hesitate, just a little longer... just until you offered- "I've got Royal Jelly~"

Viktor snapped to look at you, eyes shining with interest. The look on your face made his ears burn as he quickly looked away, "W-Well, if- if you're offering..."

You smiled and turned, heading into your small home, making a call back for him to come on in, make himself at home.

Usually Viktor would be right on your heels into your small home. He would close the door behind himself, and bask in the gentle warmth of it all. He'd stare at your unmade bed by the window, the torn and hand mended pink slime plush. He'd be overwhelmed by your scent, taking a seat at your small ranch table, commenting on the fire slime sat snugly in the stove, keeping the room warm.

Yes, normally Viktor would be enjoying a lovely cup of herbal tea with an entire honey plort melted into it and a toasted bagel with royal jelly across from you, oh so sweet and radiant you by now. Instead he was staring at a pink slime that didn't quiet look right.

He watched it move much more artificially than the rest of the slimes, almost short teleporting rather than the usual gliding his slimes did. It appeared pixelated around the edges, jagged and harsh like glass, nothing like a slime should be.

Then it touch a pole, and that pole was gone, replaced with black nothingness that, like the slime, was horridly jagged at the edges.

Viktor shot up right at the sudden void he was facing. He took a step to the left, and despite his movement he stilled faced the broken nothingness dead on. He circled it, and it remained perfectly flat and ahead of him.

"Viktor?" You stepped back out of the house, seeking what was taking your visitor so long. You didn't seem to react to the broken world. Perhaps you were incapable of seeing it, being a part of the Slimeulation yourself.

"Ah, s-sorry I..." Viktor looked at the broken space again, then began to type on his wrist keyboard, "I a-actually have something urgent I need to get to..."

"Oh.." You sounded so incredibly disappointing, and Viktor wanted nothing more than to stay, or perhaps take you with him. But he couldn't. This you wasn't real. He had to remember that. "Alright.. Maybe.. next time?"

Viktor nodded, and pushed off the simulation goggles just as the machine shut down.

He leaned back into his chair, something was eating away his code, mostly the landscape, some of the slime's behavior patterns, and large chunks of textures.

You, or the data that made up the Slimeulation version of you, were safe. Triple encoded and backed up four times over. You'd be fine, and as soon as he got this strange glitch figured out, he'd be back to have that sweet honey tea and royal jelly bagel in your little too warm but just the right size home.

It wouldn't take long, Viktor Humphries, lord of jinxing himself, thought as he got up and stretched. He'd been working on the Simulation for hours, and his drones could only keep the lab running on their own for so long.

He'd get up, refill their water, check on his slimes and his research, perhaps put up a call on the range exchange, see if you, the real you, respond. How wonderful that would be, to get something from you, from your ranch, so far yet so near.

Viktor Humphries let out a long sigh as he stretched out his arms above his head. As soon as the simulation was perfect, as soon as he was ready, he'd go to your ranch, your real ranch, and have tea with the real you.

He just needs a bit more practice.

#Emile's Writing #Viktor Humphries #Slime Rancher X Reader #Viktor Humphries X Reader #This is the softest Yandere because it's really only Yandere if you take like 5 steps back and think about it #I'm sorry but WHY does Viktor have a simulation of OUR ranch?#I love him I love him but like. That's a lil creepy.#My headcanon is we can't get into the actual Ranch part because he doesn't want us to meet simulation us #Because that would for sure creep us out #I turned on Slime Rancher for the first time in like a year for this and proceeded to play it for like an hour #Slime Rancher and Animal Crossing man they do the same thing to my brain #Chores!!! Things to do in a cute toonie soft aesthetic area #Slime rancher specifically tho gives me FARMING #you can KINDA farm in AC but it's mostly just plant and leave it #Slime Rancher is ALL Ranch and farm and micromanage #This is what I do in Minecraft as well #My brain go brr I could do chore games for hours #Anyway I hope you enjoy #If you don't uh. Feel free to request again I'll make him less creepy next time honest

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lxdymoon0357 · 1 year

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The marronnier farm near the Imperial palace

The end..?

#manhwa x reader #x reader #the marronnier farm near the imperial palace x reader #the marronnier farm near the imperial palace x you #the marronnier farm near the imperial palace headcanons #manhwa headcanons #manhwa imagines #manhwa x y/n #yandere manhwa x reader #manhwa x you #hazel grace

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queenie-the-court-jester · 30 days

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Just thinking abt farm hand reader taking a nap on some hay bc you have a break between what you need to be doing but big daddy n Mrs bene finding you passed out. Mrs bene moves you so you're laying on her chest or round belly while big daddy scares off anyone who wants to come snuggle the sleepy human. His cock stirring at the sight of his mates laying together, imagines how you'd look stuffed with his cum and being smothered by his wife's tits...... tehe

🐮the other farmhands were terrified of trying to save you, the big bad bull guarding you didn't help the situation. Whenever one tried getting close he'd stomp and charge at them, sending them running over the fence

🐮the owners were no help, saying you'd be fine and safe but that didn't quell your colleagues worries. Mr's bené was softly Patting your head, humming a little lullaby

🐮earlier that day, you decided to take a nap under a tree and when the couple found you, they couldn't pass this opportunity up! Bené slowly picked you up and set you on her lap, combing her hands through your hair and kissing the top of your head

🐮she had to shoo big daddy away multiple times, she recognized that look in his eyes. She didn't want him to bruise your poor body, he could get very rough. And considering the fact he was pretty big "down there".. plus he hasn't showered all day. He stinks.

🐮 bené may or may not have tried coercing your sleeping form to suckle on her tits but somehow you'd always dodge her attempts.? It's like you developed a reflex for when the hybrids try anything

🐮so after a nice a nap, you wake up to see Mrs bené and the girls cooing over you, while big daddy and johnny were busy trying to hold the dog hybrids off. Brutus bit johnny in the ass, the latter punching him in the face. It's gonna be a long day..

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obsessivevoidkitten · 12 days

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Animal Farm: Wednesdays

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fargrin only responded with a short laugh.

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

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

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

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

At least it was warmer inside.

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

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

You let out a weary sigh.

“Just to get it all over with.”

Tyrig snorted as he watched Fargrin prep you.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself.”

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

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

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

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

“Sh-shut up…”

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

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

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

“F-fuck…”

“Heh, you know you love it~”

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

“You’re such a lovely cock sleeve!”

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

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

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

#yandere terato #yandere x reader #yandere teratophilia #monster boyfriend #gender neutral reader #yandere monster #male yandere x gn reader #yandere boyfriend #yandere centaurs #yandere centaur #My OCs #My OC Fargrin #My OC Tyrig #monster farm harem #yandere monster farm harem

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