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he's a motherfucking bunny, he has the stamina to pound me for a couple rounds so i aint complaining

This is about Bunny Secretary and fuck is it relatable.

Bunny Secretary is usually very work oriented. He’s actually quite feared around the office because he’s as stern and strict about productivity as their boss is. He doesn’t like the feeling of sitting still and doing nothing when there’s constantly so much to do.

But all of that goes flying out the window when you start at the office. He’s usually very good about getting a quick fuck in during his release break and then getting back to work after he cleans his partner up. With you though he finds hours passing in minutes.

He could seriously get lost in your sweet dripping holes. All thoughts and worries fly out the window when his cock is inside you. Moans spew from his lips and he can’t even hold them back if he wanted to. You just feel too good.

It takes every bit of strength inside him to focus on anything else whenever he’s fucking you. It’s new for him to not prioritize work but you seem to come before everyone.

So instead of making you get any real work done for the day, your job is quickly reduced to sitting on his cock. Throughout the day you switch between riding him till you’ve both cum at least three times and just cockwarming him. But he scarcely lets you leave his lap.

Even when you’re hungry or need to go to the bathroom. This is your job now and he expects your dedication to it. His beliefs twisting and warping in order to suit the need that builds inside of him whenever he gets you in his arms.

You could be moaning and writhing, in a mix of pleasure and pain, but he still wouldn’t let you up. Not unless he needs to get up or until the clock hits five and the workday is done. Until then you’re his and his alone.

He’ll fuck more rounds into you than you can take. If you can take it then he’ll merely reward you for a job well done.

I want a werewolf to pop my cherry...i want his knot and the promise of being passed around his pack...yes, im a thirsty bitch that wants to be bred over and over again

Darling, you are preaching. To. The. CHOIR!!!

Imagine a Werewolf who corners you in a bar over near the pool tables, challenging you to a game. Plays a round or two with you, clearly letting you win but you lean into the bit anyway. The two of you getting closer and closer with each turn.

Your ass leaning back into his crotch. Pretending to gasp as you hit the balls while at the same time you pop your hips. So obviously coming onto him. He chuckles lowly and molds his chest to your back.

Growling out a deep, “You’re pretty confident for a virgin.”

It has the hair on the back of your neck rising and pussy tingling with awareness. Fluttering around nothing as if already imagining him taking your virginity for himself.

“H-how did you know?” You stutter out as his claws dig into your wide hips, dragging you further back into his growing erection.

You stay deathly still as he nuzzles into your neck, taking a long and very loud whiff of your neck. A deep rumble rolling through his chest, very pleased with what he smells. You can feel him growing harder against you and you gush with arousal, quickly soaking your panties through.

“Can smell it,” he rasps and you shiver at that.

He offers to take you back to his place where he can make your first time good and fuck you as hard as possible. Promising you’ll get so much dick you don’t know what to do with it. So of course you agree and it’s better than you can even imagine.

The Werewolf can’t stop lapping up your sweet slick, his wide tongue hitting everywhere you need. When you’re ready for him he takes it nice and slow, a rough snarl leaving him as he feels your hymen give away to his force. He works you down on his massive cock in small strokes, sinking another inch with each rock of his hips.

He waits with the strength of a hundred men for you to adjust to size. But once you do he is absolutely slamming his cock deep inside your depths, making sure your cunt will be molded to the shape of him by the end of the night.

As you get closer to the edge you start to feel a heavy weight slap against you as your hips meet his. It pushes insistently at your entrance, just begging to be let inside.

“What—ah fuck!— what is that?” You ask, mind lost in endless pleasure.

The Werewolf looks borderline feral above you, his jaw snapping wildly at the air as drool dribbles from his maw. He uses his hold on your hips to slam you down even hard on his length and that’s when you start to feel it sinking inside you, making his tip smash against your cervix during each thrust.

“What do you think it is, pretty? It’s my knot. And you’re gonna take it like a good breeding bitch, yeah?”

You can only mewl in response, pleasure bursting from his words, and making your head spin. Your body begins to shake beneath him and with only a couple more thrusts he has you coming hard all over his cock. He lets out a long howl, his knot swelling up inside of you before he’s releasing spurt after spurt of cum. Grinding his cock as far in as it can go so that his hot semen splashes against your womb.

The two of you wait in a mess of limbs, his knot plugging you up so perfectly. Making sure his cum takes. When it finally goes back down he slips out of you, watching with a deep satisfaction as his cum drips from your entrance. He chuckles at the sight and gives your thick thigh an affectionate pat.

“Ready to go again?”

Your eyes widen, sweating you must’ve heard him wrong. You could barely feel your legs. They were shaking so badly. There’s no way you could go again so soon. You were already gonna be so insanely sore.

“You want to go again?”

Luckily the Werewolf chuckles and shakes his head. You start to sigh in relief but something in his eyes has it trailing off into a slight gasp. He rolls his tongue over his teeth, his expression curling into a smirk. With a jut of his chin he signals toward the door.

“Not me. My pack is just outside, each of them waiting impatiently for their turn… so get ready for a long night, Sweetheart.”

With how much Alien bf is fucking the reader, bet reader ends up pregnant before long

Oh my gosh, now you got me imagining Alien bf researching breeding and pregnancy after someone in your crew cracks a joke about just that. Totally joking when they make a passing comment to him that you’re gonna end up pregnant at this rate.

But of course Alien bf doesn’t realize that it’s a joke. He’s just confused about what this whole “pregnant” thing is. So like everything else he’s had to do when it comes to figuring you out, he researches it.

His first instinct being to go to his trusty porn websites. They’ve never steered him wrong before, especially when trying to do right by you. So what other website would he dare go to?

And what he sees on there truly opens his eyes. He has similar mating rituals on his planet but they are called something completely different in his native language. Performed by doing similar but slightly different acts than humans seem to do.

As of now he could fuck you as many times as he wished and there’d be no risk of you getting pregnant. But the idea sticks with him and he can’t stop thinking about performing those rituals with you, of filling you with his eggs and breeding you like the eager little slut he knows you secretly are for him.

Hmmm. Perhaps he’ll have to bring it up to you during his next lesson…

Imagine being an Bartender in the free use city, customers giving double the tip *wink*

Working as a Bartender in the Free Use City was never really that bad of a gig. Sure, you got hit on more than the usual bartender and sometimes the lines got backed up because you were busy fucking someone, but all in all it wasn’t that bad.

One would think the night life in a Free Use City would get even more wild compared to the day life. But during your time here you quickly found it to be the opposite. As the sun set it seemed like the people began to calm. Probably growing tired from a busy day of fucking. But there were always a handful of monsters whose appetites were never quite filled…

A knock rings on the bar counter, immediately catching your attention. You wipe down a glass and put it away, turning toward the counter to see a Tentacle Monster waiting, an easy grin on his face.

“Can I just have a shot of tequila, sweet thing?” He asks, voice as smooth as silk and his tone dripping with the promise that he definitely doesn’t just want a shot.

You raise a brow at him but nod anyway. He was hot as fucking hell. If he wanted more than a shot you sure weren’t going to be the one to shoot him down. Your lips quirk to the side, mirroring his expression.

“Sure thing,” you murmur as you pour the drink.

The whole thing takes about three seconds of you pouring the drink and two seconds for you to pass it. Tentacle Monster doesn’t look away from your gaze as he picks up the glass and downs it with a single gulp. He puts it back down and the clang of glass on wood has you jumping, your every nerve aware of him.

His eyes simmer with lust and yours are just as dark with need. His tentacles shift restlessly. You notice the way they crawl toward you before they fall back as if they have a mind of their own and he has to restrain them.

“You know, you have provided me with such wonderful service. You deserve more than just a tip,” he rasps, leaning in closer to you.

It’s like you’re under his spell as you lean forward too. Neither of you stopping until you can smell the alcohol he just drank on his breath. For some reason it only turns you on further. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and you can practically taste his drink.

“Like a double tip?”

Tentacle Monster chuckles, his smirk only widening as his eyes flicker over your features. Catching every little expression you make. Seeing the need written all over your face.

You cry out loudly, bucking wildly on the Tentacle Monster’s tentacles in the storage closet of the bar. Your eyes roll back as three of his slick lengths pump their way inside your holes, stretching you further than you thought you could take.

“T-this is definitely more than a double t-t-tip,” you stammer, the jostling of his tentacles breaking up your speech.

More of them curl around your waist and your arms, helping to slam you back down on his sensitive tentacles. He chuckles darkly, getting a deep satisfaction watching you become a mess on him.

“More than a double and more than the tip,” he growls out, picking up the pace.

You throw your head back, releasing a strangled scream of pleasure. You try and keep up with his frantic pace as much as you can but your body starts to shake as you grow closer to the edge. All you can do is sag against him and let him take you for the ride of your life. His tentacles reaching further inside of you than any monster in this city ever has before.

He makes a mess of your mind and your body, fucking you dumb and boneless. His tentacles are the only keeping your plush form upward as they tighten around your body and piston deep inside your tight heat. The second his tentacles suction onto your walls, stimulating your nerves in a way you swear nearly sends you to heaven, you’re coming all over him. Your body explodes in a euphoric haze of bliss and weak moans spill from your lips.

Tentacle Monster continues to thrust his tentacles deep within your core. Your hole clenches around his tentacles as he slips a few more smaller ones inside of you, body so sensitive but so eager. His movements grow more sloppy as you do and a second later he’s shooting his cum as far inside of you as his tentacles can reach. You moan as he fills you up even more, even spurt of cum has you twitching around him.

A lazy fucked out smile rests on your face. Even as Tentacle Monster loosens his hold and you smack down against his chest. Light airy giggles leave you and it takes all your strength to lift up a hand and wave.

“Hope you enjoyed my service here with you today, come again soon,” you mumble in your practiced customer service voice.

His tentacles pulse inside of you and you gasp, your body prickling with the desire that seems to grow in the room once more. You feel his tentacles tease at your skin and curl inside of you, turning you on all over again.

“Cum again you say?”

HIMBO MERMAN?! SOLD!!!

RAAAAAAAA. RIGHT!!!!! UGH FUCK! I love a good Himbo monster. They’re the best.

The moment Himbo Merman sees you on land he mistakes you for a creature of the deep ocean. Now creatures of the deep ocean are said to be the most lovely, breathtaking, and cherished creatures of the ocean.

Due to the cold of the deep waters, not many survive down there. So not only are they rare to spot but even more rare to mate with. When there is a mating, that merperson is seen as the luckiest of males or females to have found such a mate. Mates of the deep ocean are doted on, fought over, and worshipped.

Beyond their sheer beauty, their bodies are lusted over. Merpeople having gone feral over the possibility of feeling one of these creatures beneath their palms. In order to weather the cold, their bodies are plump with the most beautiful layers of fat. The curves and rolls that fill their wide frames are akin to the most gorgeous seamounts. It is the most lovely sight a merperson can witness to see a creature of the deep ocean bare, their perfect bodies exposed to them in all their glory.

So the moment Himbo Merman sees you taking care of the nearby Lighthouse, he grows confused. You shouldn’t be on land where anything could happen to you. No, you needed to be in the ocean where you’d have a whole pod of merfolk to see to your every need and protect you.

Himbo Merman was always close with the old man who lives in the Lighthouse. He never thought someone as kind as him would’ve ever taken a creature of the ocean and kept them on land to live as a human. A sense of betrayal flickers in his chest and it fuels him to do something.

He may not have his pod with him to protect you but you have him and he’ll do what he must. He’ll save you. Take you with him to his cave and make sure another human can never harm you… and not once does he ever consider that he’s about to kidnap a human.

Just found and read the male yandere colleague x fem!reader fic,,,, oh how I wish it had a second part where the yandere's chasing came to fruition. Such good writing it makes me yearn for more!!

Actually, the more I think about it, the more Yandere!Colleague wouldn’t go the classic route of kidnapping his darling.

For as shy, nervous, and generally submissive as Yan!Colleague is, he’s also incredibly smart. For months now he’s been bringing you your daily coffee fix as well as doing a large portion of your average work load every week.

I imagine one day his patience inevitably wears thin. He’s done so much for you, cared for your every little need with all he has. And yet you still haven’t asked him out? Haven’t pulled him in the collar of his sweater and taken him right then and there in front of the whole office. Offer to taste his seed from the source instead of the weak excuse of swallowing it in your coffee.

Nope. Nothing! And he’s sick of it. He need you more than the air he breathes and you need him just as much. You just haven’t realized it yet— haven’t been able to realize it. Not when he’s always been there. So maybe he just needs to not be there.

In fact, he cuts you off cold turkey. He’ll suffer too, but it’s for the betterment of you both. That next morning he doesn’t bring you your morning coffee. His balls feel tight and they ache to be emptied, so used to his routine of filling your cup with his cum. But he suffers the discomfort and relishes in the way you come find him.

“Hey! Any coffee today?” You ask simply and his heart flutters in chest despite keeping up his cool front. Shrugging like he couldn’t care enough to remember.

“Oh, it’s, u-uh been a busy morning,” he replies with the excuse as smoothly as possible.

He watches you accept his explanation with a nod and turn to head back to your desk. His heart is beating wildly and he can’t believe it. You actually came to him first. This plan of his is working out perfectly. He can’t wait to see what’ll happen the longer he goes.

And his plan continues to work well, better than well. As the weeks pass you search for him every morning to ask about the coffee and throughout the day you’re the one stopping by his desk to ask about this project and that task that needs completing.

He can see you become more desperate for him with each passing day. And he doesn’t plan on stopping. Not until you’re on your knees and downright begging for him to take you away from here, to rid you of all the stress and problems in your life. He’ll keep on ignoring you till you fall as deep in love with him as he is you.

Then he’ll make all of your wishes come true, giving you exactly what you asked for and what he’s always wanted.

i have been concerningly curious how would fucking a shape shifter feels...maybe he can manipulate one body part...maybe make it feels too big when he goes inside your cunt...maybe he'll fuck you in the body of a person you stared too long earlier... maybe he won't stop until you've tried every skin he can change into...maybe even your favorite idol...

sigh...i told you, it's concerning

Ffffuuuuck, it’s been concerning for me too. Ive been thinking about shapeshifter bf so often for so many things. I have like three draft ideas I wanna write. And now you’re giving me even more 🫵🏻!! It’s an infection!!

It’s ok gimme more hehe.

But seriously you inspired me to write an entire fic with these rambles. So give me all you got, you’re my muse babyyyy.

Think of the possibilities with role play with Shapeshifter bf. Any scenario you can think of and he can fulfill it. AHHH WAIT!!! You’re inspiring me too much dammit, I love you!!

Imagine being with Shapeshifter bf when you finally admit to him that you’re actually a huge monster fucker. Your bf blushes and pouts at you, asking if you don’t consider him technically a monster.

And of course you comfort him and hold him close. But you have to admit to him that what really gets you going is the idea of a huge giant monster chasing you down and pinning you beneath his weight as he fucks load after load into your fertile cunt.

He’s shocked for a moment before something passes over his eye. You can see the bulge forming in his pants and it has to wriggling in place, desperate for him after just talking about the fantasy. When all he says is,

“Run.”

You’re briefly a bit confused before you see your bf start to shift and your eyes widen.

And that’s how you find yourself suddenly being chased by a raging orc, a feral werewolf, or a probing alien. In his excitement your bf can’t seem to lock down a shape.

Then when he finally catches you, his claws sinking into your plump waist as he pins you to the ground with his hips and slams his cock as deep inside your weeping pussy as he can, he still can’t land on a monster.

The overstimulation is pure torture and you fucking love it. One minute he’s pounding you with his giant orc cock and then the next he’s slipping his werewolf knot inside your cunt with every snap of his hips. The tentacles of his alien cock slip even deeper inside you, curling into your wombs like they plan to shoot his eggs right in there.

You’re afraid by now your eyes are permanently glued to the back of your head, your body shaking like your possessed by his demon form. Each pump of his different cocks sending you higher and higher till you swear you’re about to lose your mind.

And when you finally cum you see stars, your being transcended to the next plane of existence. Your screams reach such a pitch that only dogs and hybrids can hear. Your bf feels like his cock is about to explode from how hard you’re clenching down on him as you milk him for all he’s worth.

He doesn’t last long with you squeezing him so right and he pumps you full with buckets of his warm yummy cum.

When you’ve both calmed down he shifts back into his original form and sags down on top of you, both of panting like you might not ever breathe again.

“And that’s why Im the best monster for you. Not any of those quacks,” your bf grumbles possessively in your ear.

You can’t say you disagree with him.

Did you know sharks have two? Thats why shark merpeople are so cool

Yessss I did know that!! I’ll definitely have to write some fun Shark Hybrid stuff this month because there’s really sm you can do when you’re playing around with not one but two dicks on a person haha.

Like imagine how that would be for a Shark Hybrid to have to explain to his sweet human mate that’s just as oblivious as he is that he has two cocks. While he has no clue if that’s normal or not. Some merfolk have two cocks while others only have one. So he has no idea what the situation is for humans or what you could be expecting.

Which leads him to kind of test it out. When you guys have sex for the first time he decides to only show you one of his cocks. When you show no signs of confusion he grows nervous over what you’ll think when he reveals he has another one that’s even bigger.

Not realizing despite the fact that you’re dating him that you’re a hardcore monster fucker. So if the fact that he has a giant shark tail isn’t enough to deter you from him, him having two cocks is only going to be seen as a positive not a negative.

And you show those exact sentiments when he finally does reveal his second cock to you by taking them like the good mate you are. He makes sure to take care of you and stretch you properly before sliding in both of his thick cocks inside you. Showing you both a whole new world of possibilities and pleasure.

I also totally think I’ll write more of this because I have so many ideas and fuck, it would be so damn hot.