#monster man

[poppymouth]

This silly little thing went viral on twitter lol

[monstersholygrail]

Monster Overlord rules over his lands with a mighty fist. He tears down his enemies without a second thought and if even his own people displease him they turn into an enemy he must destroy. He doesn’t fool himself on saying he fights to keep the peace, no he fights to secure his position and he isn’t shy about that fact.

So maybe that’s why his people are so shocked to find out about you, his cute plump wife, and the sweetest person they’ve ever laid their eyes on.

When they first meet you they watch with trembling and cowering forms, shocked by the fact that their terrifying ruler actually has a wife and horrified over what he must’ve done to capture such a sweet thing like you.

They all slowly melt under your gentle hand and kind eyes. You walk through the masses of the city handing out baked sweets you had personally spent all night making. Their Overlord doesn’t say a word, he just shuffles close behind you, casting petrifying scowls their way.

Gods, the people simply can’t stand it. The idea of you being trapped with such a horrible man, he would ruin you! Tear you to pieces and leave nothing but the scraps.

But then you do the more curious thing. You turn to face him and their might Overlord actually bows down to your level, allowing you to cup his face with the same grace and elegance you’ve been giving them.

“Are you feeling overstimulated? We can always go back home now if you’ve had enough exposure for today.”

Their jaws? On the floor. They can’t believe what they’re seeing. Even more so as the Monster Overlord whimpers under his breath and all but begs you to take him home now.

The two of you retreat leaving more destruction and despair than the Overlord could’ve ever managed on his own.

And sure, your husband does ruin you and tear you to pieces. Not with his claws but with his massive cock as he drives it deep inside of you every night, plowing right into your sloppy fat cunt with no mercy. Yet you’re the one begging for it, locking your limbs around him and forcing him to fuck you harder and harder.

Your screams shake his palace walls and while his servants shiver in fear, feeling such pity for you as they assume they’re shouts of terror, both you and your husband know they’re screams of ecstasy. Indeed he relishes in them and in the idea of bringing more to pour from your soft lips.

Because the two of you take care of each other, you’re a team. Above all, he fights to keep his position in order to protect you. To keep you safe from his hoard of enemies. And in return, you look out for him. Providing him a safe haven from his social anxiety and awkward demeanor in public. Guiding him toward becoming a better ruler toward your people and making you proud. He’d do anything for you, after all.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Kinktober 2025 Day 12: Stockholm Syndrome

Male Ancient God Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader CW: Extremely dubious consent, stockholm syndrome, non-human genitalia, horse dick, religious elements and themes, human sacrifice, minor character death, public sex, worship, size difference, stalking, kidnapping, emotional and mental manipulation, masturbation and self-sucking, general yandere behavior Word Count: 1.1k (Wrote this in a couple hours, sorry for rushing it, hope you enjoy it anyway!)

The Cult worshiped an old god, strong and ancient, named Craith. He was an intimidating sight. 8 feet tall, tendrils made of shadow writing from his back but disappearing when he willed them too, an impressive set of antlers, corded with muscle, two rows of sharp teeth for rending meat and bone, obsidian skin, six golden eyes and equally golden hair, pointed ears, four arms, and the flat nose of an animal. He wore only a belt with a monster’s skull on it and a loincloth that exposed his equine cock whenever he sat down.

It was easy to see why he was an object of worship. He commanded impressive magical abilities on top of being so physically powerful.

The Cult brought him sacrifices of enemies. Those who tried to stamp out the worship of Craith.

You were the priest to a rival god. A false one at that. But you weren’t on his list of people to sacrifice. You didn’t try to stamp out his religion.

The fervency and passion with which you worshiped your nonexistent deity made him jealous. He watched you constantly. You mannerisms, habits, devotion, and personality were so perfect. Why didn’t you worship him instead? He had no one like you in his cult, there was no one like you anywhere. No one.

He simply had to have you in his cult, and as he continued watching you with his magic crystal he began to want you for other things too. Began to crave you. Began to need you.

Craith masturbated while imaging you touching it for him, sucked himself off while imaging your small human lips all over it.

Fantasies weren’t enough!

The old god instructed his worshipers to take you, without harming one hair on your precious head. One had bruised you, hitting you to get you to lessen your struggling. Craith slaked his thirst with that cultist’s blood later that night.

“Heathen! Demon! By the power of the almighty Elthiel I demand my freedom! I rebuke thee in the name of the holy!”

He chuckled at your silly words.

“Your god isn’t real, small thing. I am though. Why not put your faith in me?”

You shivered as the foul monster stroked your cheek. How dare he touch the sworn servant of Elthiel. Unacceptable. You bit his finger, though it only made him smile and flash those terrifying teeth of his. Craith supposed this was a good sign. The harder you clung to your false god the harder you’d cling to him once he rid you of your belief in your false idle and replaced it with love for him.

He would have to harm you though for everything to work. But not in a physical manner and he wasn’t happy to have to do it.

He would treat you coldly and isolate you and break you followed by being warm and loving. He’d be your only source of joy. Your only only comfort. You’d realize your god wasn’t there and would never come to your aid. Only he could cure your sorrows. He was old and relied on human worship for the majority of his power, he knew much about human psychology.

It was cold and dark. Water dripped from the ceiling in the corner of the dungeon room. The straw you were given to sleep on smelled sour, the food was never warm and always bland. The only light other than the torches that flickered outside the cell doors was from a window, and the weather seemed to be cold, damp, and clammy.

When Craith spent time with you his scent warmed you and heated your groin, he took you to his room. It was happy and bright and dry. The food was decadent, though the first several times you were in Craith’s chamber you resisted the temptation. The weather always seemed sunny when you were there, though it wasn’t something you consciously noticed.

When you finally gave in and ate the food you were offered, honey roasted haunch of goat, sweet sausages, lemon cakes, custard pies, and trays of exotic fruits and cheeses, Craith knew his plan was working. The wall was beginning to crack.

With a bit more pressure you began talking to him and no longer ignored his presence. You needed someone to talk to, especially since all your prayers went unanswered.

Soon after that you no longer shied away when he sat closer to you.

A few more months and you didn’t even oppose it when he casually picked you up like a little pet and sat you on his lap.

Though you did get uncomfortably silent when he did so. Still, it was nice to feel his warmth against your skin.

But all too soon it was yanked away and you were back to your cell.

Until the day that you were the one who clung to him, leaning on your arm. Your god was either fake or deaf. How could he leave you in the cold and dark? Craith always gave you warmth and light. Craith was real.

And after that you never had to go back to that dungeon ever again.

You began to worship Craith, you donned the robes of his worshipers, though yours were more ornate and comfortable. You recited prayers to him. You killed his sacrifices. And you slept in his bed with his arms securely around you.

After becoming his most valued priest your new god allowed you to worship him like no other cultist was allowed to. You got to attend to his holy cock. Your hands massaging his nuts and stroking his large shaft, your mouth peppering them with sweet kisses, and your nose taking in their heady musk.

He even did you the honor of allowing you to sit on his lap when he sat upon his throne. You’d bounce on his cock as the cultists chanted and sang his praises, his hands massaging your thighs. You thought you were worshiping him but he thought you were a thing even more divine.

The intoxicating sound of your gasps and moans would fill his ears as his cock bucked and flared inside of you. Anyone else making such noises would be lewd and perverse, but they came from you in such a sweet and innocent manner. Even when you took control you bounced so gently.

Though Craith always made you cum plenty of times, he always enlarged your belly with his seed far sooner than he ever meant to. Your insides just felt too perfect.

You felt so lucky to be filled in the most literal sense with his love and would worship Craith until the end of eternity. Just as he would worship you.

[xeyedartworks]

Caine WIP as a treat

[zyephen]

So I am restocking a few of my monstrous lovers pillows. The novelty pillows are all LEWD on the back side(meaning there are visible genital

12 foot long nsfw pillow of my boy Naajra! Check out my Etsy if you're intersted!

[frankiethedarkangel]

Being intimate with your werewolf boyfriend for the first time.

Not understanding his unfathomable desire to claim your body and breed you. You innocently brought condoms with you, thinking he’d use them.

Oh sweetheart, you were so wrong. That man has wanted to breed that sweet cunt of yours the moment he first smelled your arousal.

When you pulled out a magnum condom for him, he couldn’t help but laugh at you. Not only did you not understand that a magnum condom was far too small for him. You never realized his cock was different from any other man you’ve been with.

As soon as he pulled his throbbing knot from his pants you looked bewildered.

“How is that even going to fit?!”

“Oh my sweet girl. It’s going to fit and you’re going to take every last inch in that beautiful pussy of yours.”

And he made sure he did. He lapped his tongue in your pussy, sucking your juices and replacing it with his own. Lubing you up with his saliva. Your pussy taste so good to him you have him drooling like the dog he is.

Slowly he replaced his tongue with his knot. Your whimpers and moans kept him going until he was fighting to not breed you and fill you with his pups.

Monster Masterlist

[harrowedknight]

A dangerous dance.

[wildragon]

A Bracken