Southern Minotaur with a thick Texas drawl. He grew up on a ranch and still works in the industry. When he has to come to town to get supplies or whatever, he is just the picture perfect Southern Gentlemen.
He always says “ma’am” when answering your questions or asking you something. He always seems to grin a little wider when you ask him something and he has to reply “yes ma’am”. Maybe it’s just because it makes your face flush slightly, still being new to the area and not being used to it.
But oh shit, when he asks you if you’d like to go out to eat and you say “yes sir” he just loses his mind.
Before dinner he has you pinned under his massive form, his far too big cock bullying into your weeping hole. You’re whimpering and whining that it’s too big, that he needs to slow down, but he just lets out an airy chuckle.
“It’s ‘ight pretty girl. Just be good for me and take it,” he smirked as he forced himself back inside of you again.
All the air is being knocked out of your lungs with every thrust. Tears are trickling down your eyes and your entire body feels like it’s being crushed under him. His bull nose bumping against your forehead with every thrust as he pushes your knees up to your chest, making you feel even tighter around him. Making you whine louder from how much bigger he feels.
“S’good, lil’ lady. Fuck, you take it so good,” he grunted as he started moving faster, his massive cock stretching you wider than you thought possible. He’s definitely bruised your cervix, at least.
You feel like you’re going to be crushed from him pinning you down, or just from being impaled on his massive cock, but he doesn’t care. He just needs to slam into you over and over again until he can fill your little human womb with cum.
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All the stories in this masterlist are ordered by chronological order and will be updated as I post more. There's some SFW and a lot of NSFW. Currently the commissioner and me have a bunch more planned.
Meeting the mate (minotaur [Ambrose] x fem!reader)
Coffee... date? (minotaur [Ambrose] x fem!reader)
Nightime activities (minotaur [Ambrose] x fem!reader)
Tail pulling and squeals (minotaur [Ambrose] x fem!reader)
Backfired vendetta (minotaur [Ambrose] x fem!reader)
Nipple-tastic (minotaur [Ambrose] x fem!reader)
Special friend (minotaur [Ambrose] x fem!reader)
Good for nothing (minotaur [Ambrose] x fem!reader)
Rituals and soapy hands (minotaur [Ambrose] x fem!reader)
Mama's boy (minotaur [Ambrose] x fem!reader
Revange and despair (minotaur [Ambrose] x fem!reader)
Grocery shopping gone wrong (minotaur [Ambrose] x fem!reader)
Ambushing family (minotaur [Ambrose] x fem!reader)
One more (chubby fem!reader)
On the edge (minotaur [Ambrose] x fem!reader)
Movie night (minotaur [Ambrose] x chubby fem!reader)
Unexpected awakening (minotaur [Ambrose] x chubby fem!reader)
Presents with the in-laws (minotaur [Ambrose] x chubby fem!reader)
Christmas present (minotaur [Ambrose] x chubby fem!reader)
Cow cosplay (minotaur [Ambrose] x chubby fem!reader)
And you ask me... NOW!? (minotaur [Ambrose] x chubby fem!reader)
Non one... but two? (minotaur [Ambrose] x chubby fem!readr)
Craving you (minotur [Ambrose] x fem!reader)
"The fridge?!" (minotaur [Ambrose] x fem!reader)
Suck dicking (or cock sucking) [Ambrose x fem!reader)
Bad pup (Ambrose x fem!reader)
Unexpected rut (Ambrose x fem!reader)
"Like Australians?" (Ambrose x fem!reader)
Mate, finally (Ambrose x fem!reader)
Sharing is caring: the remote (Ambrose x fem!reader)
EXTRA Ambrose art
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Minotaur Boyfriend who licks your hair after sex. He’s basically collapsed on top of you, and suddenly just starts licking and grooming your hair like you’re a calf. You laugh, trying to push him off, but he lets out a sad moo and all you can do is just sigh and let him finish.
Minotaur (Ambrose) x chubby fem!reader || sharing is caring, sex toys, edging, overstimulation, semi-public sex, (very light) degradation
It all started with a soft “wanna play a game with us, sunshine?” Whispered against your ear while you were having lunch with your mate, Poppy and Brick. You were still trying to process that Ambrose was, indeed, your mate, and the little word brought a smile to your lips. He kissed it instantly, still completely sappy when it came to you after just a few days of being officially mated.
“What do you mean by a game?” You asked, confused but down with whatever he offered when he was looking at you like you held the sun between your hands.
Ambrose smiles, and Brick lets out a huff of laughter while Poppy licks her lips. “Well… I might have gotten you a little present so we can all play a game together,” Ambrose finally tells you, grin getting wider when he sniffs the air and recognizes your growing arousal.
You can’t avoid the instant reaction, excitement filling you even when you don’t want to. “A present? What is it?” The smirk that appears on the faces of all three of them is enough to send shivers down your spine.
And that’s how you ended up in the bathroom of the parlor, with Ambrose on his knees in front of you, stretching you out with his fingers so slowly you were going a little bit insane. Once he was satisfied, he slipped a tiny ridged bullet vibrator inside of you.
“So, what are the rules?” Poppy asks while you try not to look at any of them directly. Your knees feel a bit weak, and you can already feel the dampness on your panties. They are going to be ruined by the time you get out of here.
“Whoever gets her to come, wins,” Brick tells her, rubbing his hands together like an evil genius.
“And who decides who gets the remote?” Poppy adds, an edge of mischief on her tone that gets your nipples so pointy you are about to moan just by the caress of your bra against them.
“We pass it around so my sunshine here doesn’t know who has it at any given time, to add a bit of an… edge,” Ambrose says, making everyone chuckle while your face gets so hot you are burning up.
You are already clenching down on the toy while they talk about you like you are just a toy for them to enjoy. Fuck, that’s so hot.
Ambrose turns you around and kisses you, distracting you enough that next thing you know the vibrator is doing its thing inside of you, and you are moaning. But when you turn around to see who has the remote, you can’t figure it out.
They all have equally smug grins on their faces as they get to their work and you sit on the sofa at the front to try get something done (even if you know there’s no way you are going to focus enough to do anything when somebody has a remote that controls the toy inside of you).
And like that it begins.
You try to focus on anything, helping Poppy with some designs, checking out reservations, and doing some reminder calls while you are at it. Anything to distract you from the little vibrations that change patterns and stop and get high and then… You are just going a bit insane with each second passing.
They keep snickering when they pass you, adding comments and jabs at you, telling you how dirty you are getting off because of this game. How pretty you look all flushed and flustered thanks to them. Each one of them getting flirtier and filthier by the minute. And you are still not sure who has the remote at any given point, but at least you are realizing there’s some kind of pattern.
One of them goes for high vibration with short pauses, making it hard to breathe.
Another one goes for the low hum that gets you moaning and covering your face, running to the bathroom so the clients don’t see you losing your mind.
And the third one is completely chaotic, different patterns of vibration, intensities… Just like whoever it is is having the time of their lives just playing with you for fun.
The thing is: you don’t know which one is which, and it only adds to the pleasure and the embarrassment of being played with. You are losing your mind, scared that your juices are about to create a wet spot in your pants while they chuckle when they see you pressing your legs together and panting.
Some clients throw weird looks at you, but nobody says anything while the three keep passing the remote and trying to get you to come. The edging lasts for a couple of hours, and by the time the last client leaves, you are ready to start sobbing to whoever has the remote to stop teasing and let you come. Hell, you’ll ask them all at once if that’s what it requires. You can’t hold it together anymore, not when you are so oversensitive anything could set you off.
So when Ambrose calls you back to his stall and helps you on the stretcher, legs open and a knowing smirk on his face… you know he’s on this to win it.
He knows plenty well how to get you to come, and to be fair, after all afternoon of edging and teasing, it wouldn’t take long for you to come. But he still knows something that’s probably vital in this situation: you can’t come with just internal vibrations, and you are pretty sure he’s playing Poppy and Brick.
Ambrose fingers slip inside your panties, rubbing your clit just the right way, and the cry that you let out is loud enough to alert everybody of who just won the bet. It’s as easy as that, a kiss from your mate and his fingers against your clit, and you are done for. The edging culminates in an explosion of pleasure that leaves you breathless and your panties absolutely drenched. The trip back home is going to be uncomfy…
He doesn’t pull the toy out, he simply pulls his hand out of your pants and licks his fingers thoroughly, looking at you while he does, the smirk on his lips knowing. Your pussy is still clenching with aftershocks, and you are pretty sure if he asked you to bend over and let him fuck you right there and then, you would do exactly that. It’s not like it would be the first time you two fucked while Poppy and Brick were outside.
“Come on, sunshine, I made reservations for dinner… And I need to claim that remote again.” You realize a tad too late that he didn’t even have the remote when he made you come. Fuck. Why does that make it better, hotter?
It takes you a while to get out of the room, your knees still weak and your face completely flushed while you look at the ground, unable to meet Brick’s nor Poppy’s eyes. Completely embarrassed, and lowkey still turned on by the whole thing.
“You won, then?” Poppy says, and you glance up at her, who instantly winks at you, making your face grew even hotter. You can’t believe she spent the day playing with your pussy.
“Okay, pay up, you fools,” Ambrose tells them, hand facing up while the other two look at him with annoyed faces. “We have reservations in half an hour,” he adds, smirking.
There’s a second of silence. And then: “You played us!” Poppy gasps, her face already showing signs of plotting. Ambrose is definitely in trouble.
“I played to win,” Ambrose clarifies, looking incredibly smug. “And hand me the remote, I’m not done playing with my mate,” he adds, your body shivering violently at the implications of dinner with a toy.
Brick continues blinking slowly and gaping like a fish, completely flabbergasted. You chuckle at the face he’s making and he focuses on you for a second, just enough to wink at you before disappearing on the back. Poppy hands Ambrose the money and the remote, and he thanks her with the smugest of smiles.
You leave the parlor with Poppy mumbling curses under her breath and your mate laughing softly next to you, his arm thrown around your shoulders and your legs still weak after that orgasm.
The second you are inside the car, he presses the button and you let out a choked breath, body melting against the seat. “Let’s have a fun dinner, yeah?” He tells you, leaning over the console to peck at your lips.
Hello there, my lovelies! I'm very glad to tell y'all that I'm publishing a lil novella as a part of a series with a few friends. I'm so very happy with how this story turned out and I hope y'all are as excited as me. I will post some more info on ARCs very soon. (For those not familiar with Advanced Reader Copies, those are book you get from the authors for free in exchange of leaving a review).
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Allark
When I’m in the middle of doing my bicep repetitions and my phone pings with a new notification, I don’t think much of it. I unlock the screen and gasp the second I register that it’s from the Date-A-Base. There’s just one problem: I already know her. I check again, closing the app and opening it again, rubbing my eyes a few times, but the pictures don’t change. It’s still her. But it can’t be...
I can’t be so unlucky, can I?
I can’t be matched to my boss...
Lily
There in the middle of the screen, framed by a heart and sparkly text that reads “it’s a match”, is a picture of a handsome minotaur. One that I know all too well. One that I’ve been lusting after. One that works for me. This can't be true.
I can’t be so unlucky, can I?
I can’t be matched to my employee...
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"How did it happen?" you asked softly, running your fingertips gently around the rim of his broken horn.
"It was cracked during a fight. It broke off completely when I escaped," Asterion murmured, sprawled out on the grass.
Soft fur melted into the dirt under him, the grass leaning away from under his weight. He tucked one arm under his head, while the other snaked around your waist, holding your smaller body against his. Your hair flared out across his chest, cascading over the side of his torso and spilling onto the ground under the both of you.
"Did it hurt?" your voice was still just as soft, though now it was unsure.
"There was a lot of blood," he admitted after a long moment. Silence stretched between the two of you, until he continued speaking. "I had felt nothing but pain for so long, I don't think that it even really registered that there was additional pain."
"You were numb," you said gently, now trailing your fingers down the horn to cup his large face in your hand.
A snort escaped him as he nuzzled his face into your hand, his entire massive body relaxing even more into the grass under him. Sweet floral scents from the garden were washing over the two of you.
"Does it bother you?" you asked finally.
"Sometimes," he admitted, his voice low and gravelly. "I already feel like such a beast, and now I feel like a deformed one at that."
"You are not deformed, and you're not a beast," you insisted, propping yourself up so you were looking down at him. Your hair falling in a curtain to shield your faces from the world. "You are a good man. You're handsome, smart, kind, generous You are so much more than I ever thought I would have in a husband."
"I killed a man," he whispered. The words choked. Even though he knew he did what he had to do, the guilt still weighed heavy on him. His mother loved Minos once. His sisters, crazed as they were, had loved their father too, and he took him from them. "I ended his life with my bare hands."
"You clawed your freedom from his grasp," you said more firmly, pushing his face to the side to maintain eye contact with him. "You did what you had to do."
"What if there was another way?"
"There wasn't, at least, not at the time."
Silence. Again.
Then, "why don't we lay your horn with gold? Turn a wound into a brilliant display of resilience."
His chuckle was low. Warm and smooth like running ale. "And how would we do that, Princess?"
That was how you managed to drag Asterion to the finest smith your father knew of. The man nodded, measuring the girth of the horn.
"Shouldn't be too hard. I can create a kind of cap so he can take it on and off," the smith gruffed.
"I want it in gold," you said. Asterion's ears flicked back as if embarrassed.
"That will take longer, Your Majesty," the man said as he picked up a metal ring, sliding it over the horn to check the size. "And cost more."
"I'm aware, and I'm sure you're aware that I have the coin. This is my fiancé's wedding present," you said, cocking your head to the side like an inquisitive raven.
"Yes ma'am," the smith grinned, his lips pulled back to reveal his teeth.
It only took a few days for the horn cap to get done. When Asterion put it on for the first time, it was like you had given him back a piece of himself.
"I look...," he trailed off, fingers gently tracing the metal loop that snapped the cap in place.
"Handsome," you smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist as he gazed at himself in the mirror.
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After he fucked you senseless in his truck, to say the Farmer Minotaur was obsessed with you was an understatement. Every chance he gets, his hands are on you. His tongue is down your throat. His hands are on any exposed skin. His cock is nestled into your tight heat. He’s already begging you to move in with him.
“Such a good girl fer me,” he grunts as he sits at his kitchen table, bouncing you up and down almost lazily on his massive length.
The two of you had been making jams from the fruits of his farm, but you knew he wouldn’t be able to focus the entire time. As soon as you leaned over the table, your ass sticking out slightly, you knew what you did. It only took seconds for him to settle you onto his lap, pushing his length into your already dripping cunt. So now, he’s taking what he wants. What he sees as his. Not that you’re complaining.
“Such a pretty girl,” he coos in your ear, his rough tongue licking up your neck as he pushes the flared head of himself deeper into your already stretched hole. “Always so ready. Always takin’ me s’well.”
