#monsters vs aliens oc

[dr-jem-nutcase]

Made some aesthetic boards for my MvA OCs

von Wolfmann (lifelong music lover and bitten by a cursed wolf as a kid)

The Cyberian (yes, Cy was a chocoholic)

[oswald-can-draw]

My Monsters vs. Aliens OC, Dr. Xi. He’s not only an alien kept at the facility, but also a therapist that treats any creature that needs him.

Dr. Xi has helped patients across the cosmos, so he is used to using all sorts of tools, languages, speaking styles, and presentations to appear as friendly and non-threatening as possible.

He has a rubbery, malleable texture, and is able to stretch several yards with any part of him, in any direction. However, he is not as flexible as BOB, and actually maintains the shape of whatever pressure is put on him. For example, if you press a hand on his head, the handprint will be visible for a few minutes afterwards.

Dr. Xi does feel pain, and experiences occasional sickness. While in physical or mental anguish, he will “melt” into a puddle (though he cannot turn into other objects unless sculpted by someone else).

And, as the mustache would suggest, he does have Ned Flander’s friendly accent.

[gensdesire]

ombies and her silly swamp monkey man

based on that go for it nakamura cover challenge

[man-monsters-and-aliens]

You know what would've been pretty cool to see? A Gallaxhar clone surviving and developing his own personality which maybe could lead to him becoming a good guy. This clone has to deal with the fact the original him is point blank pretty evil AND being unsure if he can even distance himself from that or not.

ANON THAT'S LITERALLY MY OC I NEVER INTRODUCED ON HERE LMAO

imagine being.. spawned into the world, your nubs on the cold floor of long wide corridors in a spacious still factory whirring and blaring, you have no mother but a ship that explodes the very next hour, your only purpose was to serve and hail Gallaxhar and he's dead. you are an alien created on Earth, does that make you a native? you fell from the sky, the ground is textured and dirty, it's a little windy and there's smoke and metal around you, you have nothing. you are a clone of a planet destroyer whose species is extinct, you are a survivor, where do you go from there?

I wrote this fic when I got into mva but haven't finished it cause I got stuck 😭 I know exactly what happens and a rough idea on how his character development goes but didn't felt like writing again 💀

and did a bit of art with some ideas in mind that I never got around to exploring much, but I don't love him less!!

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honestly everyone should make a gallaxhar clone oc it's prime real estate

the issue this clone has to deal with is the fact everyone freshly associates him to the original Gallaxhar and have their own alien prejudices (oh the irony)

and this clone was essentially programmed to follow orders (hail Gallaxhar) and destroy all monsters, but there's no more authority than the guys that take him in as prisoner and like the monsters, he's really not that bad. he's just a guy.

there's always this association and projection until over time he'd come into his own person rather anyone telling him who he is, maybe a little bit of Gallaxhar lives on in terms of quirks and personality, but otherwise he's a blank slate! fresh to grow and start a life that belongs to him :)

[redmustanggirl]

drawtober day 24- monster

heres another picture of my MVA oc Maga. she's a voodoo doll/zombie hybrid

[multific]

Marked for Him

Yautja x Reader

Summary: You were meant to be nothing more than a trophy, a rare human prize in a Yautja’s hunt. But instead of killing you, your captor keeps you.

The cold metal walls of the Yautja ship felt cold around you, a stark contrast to the burning heat of your captor’s gaze.

You had expected death the moment you were taken. You expected to be strung up like the other trophies you had seen, their skulls cleaned and polished as a true sign of victory.

But days had passed, and you remained untouched.

Not harmed, not locked away like some caged animal, but kept in his personal quarters, a space filled with weapons, armour, and relics of past hunts. He brought you food, strange meats and exotic fruits.

He watched you, always silent, always hovering at a distance, but never hurting you.

And when another Yautja entered the room one evening, his stance was predatory, his clicking voice was speaking words you could not understand, and you saw the first hint of true aggression from your captor.

The air turned sharp, charged with something primal.

Your Yautja, yes, yours, though you hardly understood why you thought of him that way, let out a deep growl, stepping between you and the newcomer.

The second Yautja tilted his head, mandibles flaring in the challenge, but before he could move, your protector struck.

It happened so fast, claws raking, fists colliding, bodies slamming against the walls with enough force to shake the room.

The fight was brutal and efficient.

And when your Yautja stood victorious, the other writhing beneath his clawed hand, he snarled something low and guttural before tossing the defeated hunter aside like a broken toy.

Then, he turned to you.

His chest heaved, his body coiled tight with something he had been holding back for too long.

Slowly, he approached, his massive form towering over you, but there was no fear in you.

You had stopped fearing him after you just saw him defend you.

He reached out, talons brushing against your cheek, then trailing down to your throat where his claws barely pressed against your skin. Not enough to hurt but enough to make you feel.

A soft rumble vibrated in his chest, something like a purr, something almost tender. As tender as a being like him was able to.

Then, he moved his hand lower, to your arm, where the faintest shimmer of a mark had begun to appear.

A claim. A bond. A mark only he could give.

“You marked me?” you whispered, voice barely audible.

His mandibles clicked, and his eyes locked onto yours.

Mine.

The word was unspoken, but you felt it all the same.

And you knew, without question, that you were his.

His mate. His treasure. His everything.

When his massive arms wrapped around you, pulling you into the safest embrace you had ever known, you didn’t resist. You melted into him, letting the steady beat of his heart soothe the whirlwind of emotions inside you.

You had been taken as a trophy. But you had been kept as something far more precious.

And you would never belong to anyone else.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

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/DO NOT TRANSLATE, STEAL OR REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[monstatron]

ANKETHIA, THE GRANDMOTHER OF TRANQUILITY

( character is a woman, she/her ! )

feeling the hype for the new predator films so i've decided to revisit my main yautja OC's new design! i've been working on her on and off for a couple of months now. took a break from my current WIPs to just have fun and finally give this big ol' lady the reference she deserves!

enjoy some lore on ankethia :)

Ankethia is the respected leader and ancient of the secluded and mysterious clan of "Resting Blade". Located in the ruins of an abandoned moon, Ankethia had founded Resting Blade thousands of years ago as a sanctuary and a place of retirement for elderly warriors such as herself and provided asylum for travelers or warriors who needed it as well. Even some Bad Bloods have found a place at Resting Blade. Prior to founding her clan, Ankethia was dedicated to the hunt like many others.

In her prime, Ankethia was nothing short of a beast, a revered warrior known for slaying multiple Xenomorph queens alongside her wife, Mak'arhu. The two of them were an unconventional yet deadly duo. Unfortunately, Mak'arhu had succumbed to illness and died in Ankethia's arms. This did not deter her, however. Following the death of Mak'arhu, Ankethia set out on extinguishing an unknown amount of hives in memory of her fallen mate. She would hunt until her body told her that it was time to stop, until her heart was full and she was content.

Currently, Ankethia lives out the last of her days not in bloodshed and glory, but in peace and tranquility (and a little partying here and there!). Ankethia is quite the diva, preferring to live in luxury, gorging herself in home-brewed winery and only hunting when she wants a good meal. She ensures the same luxury for all those who seek refuge at Resting Blade.

[gatorbites-imagines]

have you ever thought about a Yautja's first ever blowjob? i can't imagine yautja mouths are good for oral and human mouths are practically built for it. at first the idea of someone's mouth near his genitals is terrifying, but he tries it and its such an overwhelming experience that he practically needs to be strapped down to the bed because he's thrashing about so much.

that or a yautja who gets fisted? a standard human arm is a pretty good size for it 🤷

Male yautja OC (Cahn'thih) x male reader

Headcanons

Looks at camera and smirks. I love yautja requests, do I know anything about yautja? Very little. Do I love them anyways? Yes, yes I do. Meet Cahn, I came up with him on the spot.

The idea of a blowjob has to be out there for Cahn. They don’t really have the anatomy for it, at least in the way we humans do. Can they do tonguejobs? Yeah, I think so, but not fully out there head like a human can.

Cahn does know that his little ooman can be a freak at times, with all the stuff you pull out and come up with for you guys to try. Hes a big fan of how leather looks against his red and black skin. It’s not very practical, but very hot.

Having you ask to “suck him off” did make Cahn stop for a moment because, what? When you explain that it involves putting his genitals near your mouth, Cahn is ready to call it quits right then and there.

The mouth is full of teeth and germs. You probably couldn’t bite it right off him with your weak human jaws, but you could at least damage it if you tired.

He also had two cocks, so its not like you could fit both of them in your small mouth anyways, unless you want to completely obliterate your throat and jaw.

It takes some time and a lot of explaining and convincing for Cahn to finally agree to give it a try. Don’t get him wrong, it’s really hot to think about, and he loves anything his ooman will give him. But he cant really imagine what it would even be like.

As expected the first time is the closest to heaven your yautja has ever been. He had been laying back on the bed, arms behind his head and ready to just give it a try and let you have your fun. The wet, hot suction does leave him gasping, which is the first time you have ever gotten Cahn to gasp.

His eyes almost roll back, it’s all willpower holding him in place so he can watch you move up and down on one of his shafts, as the other is rubbed by your hands. You have never heard your yautja moan like he does when you switch between the two cocks, wanting to pamper them equally.

Watching you try to deepthroat him and taste all of him makes Cahn claw at the bed, and yeah, how good it feels doesn’t save the poor bed. Instead he tears all the way down to the steel bedframe.

His hips start rutting too, which makes you pull off with a lot of coughs. In the end you guys have to tie him down to keep Cahn from breaking everything from how good it feels to have your mouth on him.

Cahn would want to return the favor, somehow. It feels so good for him, that your yautja lover wants you to feel the same or similar. He knows he can’t serve you the same thing another human could, but damn does he try.

He may not have the lips or cheeks to bop up and down on your dick like you do to him, but he does have a long and split tongue that he can use to lick and tease a lot of places on your body. What he lacks in actual mouth, Cahn makes up with creativity and enthusiasm.

Honestly, I feel like you as a human could facefuck a yautja if you have a dick. The inside of their mouths just look a lot like a certain part of the female anatomy, so I think with a bit of work you can work your way inside.

Theres of course teeth and mandibles in the way, but with a yautja that loves you like Cahn, you can try anything. It also means he can work his tongue all over you at the same time.

Cahn doesn’t have to worry about you bucking off the bed and choking him on your dick, since he easily holds you down with his hands on your hips as he tries to move his head like you did. It’s a lot more awkward and careful, since he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you. It’s the thought that counts.

Getting head from Cahn never becomes a huge success, but you guys still do it every now and then when you are both in the mood. But Cahn loves when you do it to him, it’s a religious experience each time and he’s always left panting, which is a feat in and of itself with a seasoned hunter like him.

Having to repair so many beds and have so many different restraints does pose some questions with suppliers, but why should you guys care what they think. You two are having fun, and that’s all that matters.

[rufinator]

Stop throwing fidget spinners of death 👹

[billfinarts]

⚠️ NUDITY WARNING ⚠️

The Serpent King

So... i tried something a little different than my usual style. I was very inspired by the Barberini Faun statue, and it really helped get my art nature running again. The posture and look of the statue really said Shaytán to me teehee

This was such a fun challenge! Maybe I'll draw more yautja like this in the future 🤭🤭

[sagi-tori-ous]

INVASION OF PRIVACY

It was roughly 10 at night when Poppy stumbled into her shabby apartment. The sky was pitch black — winter was approaching so daylight seemed to lessen — and a chill swirled in with the wind that seemed to pick up a bit since Poppy had first departed.

She had gone out with a few friends who didn't know how to keep time the best and always somehow got alcohol to be the main hydration system for them — despite its dehydrating qualities. Poppy wasn't drunk but even the small amount of liquor in her body set it ablaze.

Poppy threw her jacket off and keys somewhere she'd curse herself for forgetting later and staggered into her quaint kitchen, she grabbed one of her glass cups and filled it up with tap water that was probably flooded with tons of metals and chemicals that a person's body shouldn't be filled with — but who was going to stop her.

She trailed her hands absentmindedly up and down her body, grasping at the side of her neck lightly before trailing that very same hand just over her breasts and keeping it flat on her stomach.

She guzzled the water down with small droplets escaping, wandering down her chin and almost making it to her neck before she wiped it off.

It wasn't until she finished her glass of water did she hear the light murmur of her tv playing in her conjoined living room.

“Fuck.” she cursed, making her way there but the blare of her phone stopped her, she dug her hand into the back pocket of jeans pulling it out and answering without looking at the caller id.

“Yelloo!” she slightly slurred into the phone, less from intoxication and more from the fact that her energy bar was draining fast at this point.

“Hello my ass!” it was Poppy's friend on the other end, her tone was scornful. “ You said you would call first thing when you got home!”

Poppy rolled her eyes,“Calm down.” She started walking back to the TV to turn it off, not wanting to run her bill up even more “ I literally just got here, I didn't do anything besides get a drink of water mom.” she was thankful for their concern and was going to for sure call them but she wanted to get settled before anything.

Poppy stood in front of the television, a Male news anchor gazed back at her —she turned the appliance off — just barely catching the headline which said something about ‘aliens’, which made poppy scrunch her face up and shake her head. The news seemed to lose its meaning more and more everyday.

Her friend was still lecturing her through the phone but Poppy's mind just trailed, “ Okay okay, I get it Mel, I love you, I'll talk to you tomorrow, goodbye.” she rushed and hung up the phone, not letting ‘Mel’ get another word in.

She let out an agitated sigh.

Poppy shut off the minimal lights that she had turned on when she returned and traversed her way towards her bedroom. Relaxation to the highest degree was the only thing on her mind.

She grasped at the light switch and scrolled through the many colors her LED lights had and stopped on the purple color, giving her room that tranquil lavender hue that she loved. It was relaxing yet sensual, somehow — it described how Poppy was feeling in the moment.

Poppy glided over towards her dresser, going into the exact drawer that held her vibrator — it was pink, it wasn't extremely long (about 6 inches) and it obviously vibrated — it got the job done and that's all that mattered, especially now.

“Hey buddy!” she cood at it, getting even more excited at the thought of her pussy dripping all over it while she fucked herself through as many orgasm as she could.

She threw it onto her queen sized mattress and started undressing, she already unknowingly took her shoes off somewhere near the door — she peeled her snug high waisted dark wash jeans off, leaving her standing only in her subtle yellow thong that contrasted beautifully on her bronze skin.

Next was the random cropped sweater she threw on just before leaving the house, under it was a matching bralette to the thong. The sheer imagery of herself turned her on more.

Poppy loved herself, some could say in a cocky way — but wasn't that the best. She knew her body like the back of her hand, as she should, and loved pleasing herself. She loved figuring something out with her body that nobody else could. The thrill was like none else.

She slid on top of her fluffy comforter, making sure her body was positioned in the most comfortable way — she also aligned herself so she could be facing the mirror that adorned her wall.

Poppy spread her legs and pushed them towards her chest, she could just make out her figure in the mirror due to the purple lights. It added a different layer of scenery, a sight Poppy loved.

Her left hand grasped at her left breast, she kneaded it through the thin cloth. Twisting her nipple between her fingers, a small whimper left her mouth. A small pool slowly seeped through her panties, making the fabric turn a bit sheer, outlining her pussy lips.

She moved the bralette down to let her nipples free, the clothing article still grasped the cusps of her breasts — the air hit the buds making them harden all the more. The same hand came back up and dipped into her mouth, she wet the fingers enough before bringing them back down and circling the erect nipple.

Her hips had a mind of their own, moving to cause some kind of friction. She was needy.

Poppy grabbed at the vibrator with her free hand — she instantly turned it on and delicately placed it over her clothed pussy.

“Oh.” she moaned, her back faintly arching. Applying much needed pressure, the vibrator slid between her restricted folds, brushing against her pulsing clit. The action caused a bit of a tremor in her legs.

“Fuck” tucking her bottom lip into her mouth, she kept a steady teasing pace, every now and then she would skim over her clit. The pace she was going was torturous.

Poppy eventually laid the toy down — although she didn't turn it off, it laid there while it lowly buzzed — she discarded the last pieces of clothing off her body with all speed. She needed to see every inch of her body, she needed to see all of her awaiting chest and the purple light to glisten off her pussy in all its entirety. She needed the full visual.

She disregarded the clothes and with no hesitation dipped two of her fingers into her slick folds. Poppy wanted, no needed a taste of her essence, she tucked those fingers into her mouth and moaned at the taste, she swirled her tongue around the digits before releasing them with a pop. A little saliva dripped down her body but she rubbed the rest right back onto her pussy, creating an — if even possible — wetter mess.

It didn't take long for the vibrator to be right back into her good grasp.

Poppy drug the toy from her clit to her leaky entrance and then back to her clit, she repeated this process two more times before dipping the head in. Throwing her head back, “Shit!” she hissed. She didn't dare to push it in all the way, she lived for the build up.

The way her stomach clenched and legs seemed to have a mind of their own, toes curling and pleasurable sounds getting caught in her throat. It was an euphoric feeling.

A — what she thought — was a familiar sound coming through the walls. She rolled her eyes and tried to ignore her ignorant neighbors, this wasn't the first time that they've had a problem with controlling the volumes in their abode. It didn't help that the sound that had interrupted was loud and shook the walls a bit.

“Fuckers probably dropped something heavy.” Poppy seethed but nestled into her bed, pushing the vibrator in more and more. She'd be damned if she didn't get her orgasm tonight.

“Oh fuck~” she let out when it hit a certain point, if she curved it up just a tad more she was sure she could brush up against her g-spot.

‘BOOM!’ The building shook again, faint screams were heard and to anyone in their right state of mind — they would've known that those screams were not full of anger or passion but of fear, jumbles of genuine panic.

Maybe it was the few drinks she had earlier, maybe it was the orgasmic haze she was building to that clouded her better judgment — that made her think that the world was just trying to make sure she didn't reach her most high. “Please, shut the fuck up! Please!”

Poppy screamed. Her chest heaved and skin warmed with irritation, she was pissed. The buildup was gone and anger replaced it. She was so heated that she didn't notice the eerie silence … or the thunderous footsteps that sliced through it.

When she did notice the silence though, it was too late.

The same queen size bed she resided in slid forward, the wall behind it breaking with such force that it caused the piece of furniture to move like it weighed near to nothing — debris flew all over the room and a dusty cloud disturbed her vision, she wasn't able to make out anything but knew from the bottom of her heart she wasn't alone anymore. Poppy's chest heaved with a total different type of emotion, terror.

She was scared.

Her body shook but not with pleasure, not with urgency — well not with that specific urgency but the urgency to live. She knew she wanted to get out of this situation alive, she didn't know how she was going to go about that. Especially when she laid eyes on her guest. The smoke screen dispersed.

Through the mirror that still was across from her, just closer in space, she saw something. Something so tall that it bent down slightly to fully come into the makeshift door it made. Its face was covered with a mask and it had locs on its head, adorned with gold ringlets and other tribal jewelry. Its body was covered in armor and it held a spear in its hand, not like a wooden or traditional spear.

This spear looked Mechanical, it looked as if it wasn't just a spear and even if it was, Poppy didn't want to be on the bad end of it.

You could barely make out its beady eyes from the mask but it was close enough to Poppy to where she could see the light shine off the black orbs.

.”Please don't kill me.” a cry slipped from her lips, tears coming down wetting them in the process “ please, i'll do anything, please don't kill me.” she pleaded, her eyes conveying her vulnerability. It didn't matter that she and whatever stormed into her bedroom didn't remotely share any similar DNA, and the fact it most likely didn't understand a word she was saying.

She was going to beg. She was going to appease whatever sympathetic — if it even had one — bone it had in its body.

The tears continued to flow and her mind started to wander. She thought about how quickly her life had become in danger, she thought about her friend and how she so easily brushed her off. She thought about how rudely she said goodbye, not knowing how those words would literally be the last words shared between them.

The thoughts made her cry harder — the steps it took so casually towards her, made her go into hysterics.

Poppys' back was pressed against the headboard as if it could shield her, she wouldn't dare turn around and become so close within range, cutting off the mere moments of life she had left. She gazed into the mirror and watched it come closer with no worry. Why would it worry though? It knew where the superiority lied.

It was behind her, the only thing that separated them was the splintering wood of what was left of the headboard. Poppy watched it through her tears.

She watched as it gazed down at her like she was a foreign specimen, as its left appendage came and caressed her head — not as if to soothe her but to make an observation as of what she was. This didn't console her, not one bit.

She felt its rough armored covered hand trail its way down her body, tracing over her neck and coming down her chest — it grazed her nipple causing her breath to hitch. A familiar tingle making an appearance at inappropriate timing, Poppy just blamed it on how the human body worked, this is how the body functioned.

It didn't stop its journey. Only when it made its way down to the soppy mess between Poppy’s thighs did it momentarily halt. Detouring if you will.

Poppys clit throbbed as she watched through the mirror, fear entwined with need — a treacherous combination.

The rough hand came in contact with her folds, swiping through and collecting her present arousal. The action was so fast and powerful that a jolt shot through Poppy and she couldn't help the small whimper she had let out.

Tears falling sporadically now, but the full fledged sobbing stopped. She wanted to live but if she were to die, how could she save a life that wasn't hers any longer?

She was miniscule compared to this thing, even slightly bent and playing with her essence it still cast many shadows on her, staying heads above her.

She wasn't paying attention to what it had been studying as she had been studying it. So when it slid a thick, long digit into her soaking folds it had caught her by surprise — her hands shooting up to hold its armored arm and hips jutting forward to meet the calculative thrusts it gave.

“ mhm” she moaned out and rolled her hips at the sensation, her stomach clenching for numerous reasons. Its finger moved around inside, giving her the same fullness as the toy that was inside her mere moments ago.

It curled up, hitting her g-spot, “oh fuck” she cursed, her hips starting to run away on their own but the finger was never far behind and without mere moments to spare she orgasmed all over its fingers.

Her body twitching from the fresh release and her mind not really focusing on the important things. In a way she was almost relaxed.

Till her body flew forward half a foot, she was now on her stomach and face mere inches away from the same mirror that's been the only witness to tonight's ventures. It had smoothly landed on her bed, somehow without making much noise and crouched behind her. She took notice of its strong hind legs.

Poppy's mind went to the news anchor she had silenced, she thought about the headline — Alien. She mentally scoffed, of all things an alien would become the first honest thing anyone has reported in such a long time and yet because of the same deception they casted into homes, Poppy couldn't take the news seriously. She couldn't shield her life.

The alien grasped at the sheathing that adorned its abdomen and nether region, it clicked around before the armor popped off with an almost undetectable hiss.

The covering slid off its chiseled body and Poppy could not help the strangled gasp that left her — when her eyes made contact with its outwardly cock. She didn't know why it astonished her as much, seeing as its stature was much larger than hers.

Its skin was a pale-ish yellow color, and she couldn't help to compare its structure to that of a humans, the way that the muscles were accentuated became vaguely familiar. From its chest, to its abs, the only thing she could honestly differentiate — its bulbous penis — the shape was similar but the size was scary, to say the least.

The otherworldly creature grasped at her hips and tugged her lower half towards it, its cock stood at gruesome attention — its arousal crystal clear. Poppy grasped at her bed covering, she couldn't believe that something like this was happening. How much she wanted it was the craziest part.

She had yet to say a word besides her begging fit earlier and pleasurable sounds from when it had finger fucked her — she was too embarrassed to say anything, she would rather wallow in her shame and its cum quietly. Well as quietly as she could be.

Snatching her from her pitiful thoughts — it dragged its pulsing pre cum dripping head across her wet slit, mixing both of their juices together to create the best lubricant. It let out a hum of approval, the first sound it had made tonight and dare she say, Poppy loved it. How deep and guttural it was made Poppy's stomach clench in the best way.

The alien dipped the head of its hungry cock into her awaiting opening, “oh fuck” Poppy's head lolled forward into the mattress, her mouth was agape and eyes closed as it slid its length inside her. She knew that it wouldn't be able to fit entirely and the thought saddened her, she wanted it all.

When it got in as much as it could it started to move in and out of her wetness, barely giving her time to adjust. Its movements were not humane, yet still calculative. It didn't look down at her with care but as if it were a Predator and she was its prey.

She could feel every groove, bump and vein as it plunged into her — her pussy clenching around it like a glove.

Poppy was so confident in her ability to know her body that it wreaked havoc on her that every time that it pushed into her awaiting pussy it touched her g spot, every time — but yet, she could just merely brush against it.

She couldn't even form coherent words as her second, more powerful orgasm washed over her. Her pussy tightened over its length — which made it growl louder — and creamed all over the resilient alien. It never let up, never gave her a break.

Her body lay limp as she took everything it gave to her, even when it decided to push more of its length inside her battered womb. She could feel her stomach expand everytime it pushed forward, she could only tiredly lay her hand over her stomach as it fucked her into oblivion.

“ Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! “ Each orgasm was more powerful than the last, each one did more and more of the impossible.

With a loud rumble, it grabbed her hips so tightly that she knew they were bruised and the skin most likely scratched and raw — ropes and ropes of cum were dumped into her. It's like they were shooting straight at her g spot, her legs shook fiercely and her pussy squirted — not only her juices but the cum that stained her walls gushed out as well.

Black spots painted her vision, her chest heaving at a worrisome rate.

She knew somewhere in her mind that it knew that she was spent — but this wasn't about her.

Its right arm came around her waist to hoist up her pliable body, it grabbed at her legs so that they sat on its muscular thighs — giving a much better access point.

Poppy was basically sitting on the alien's lap with its cock still stuffed inside, still hard and throbbing as if it didn't just fill her to the brim.

She just leaned back and shivered once her back made contact with some cold metal — her eyes barely able to stay open — she could just about make out their figures in the mirror, she could see the mixtures of cum dripping from where their bodies met. She could see how puffy her pussy was and how glossy its cock was as it maneuvered in and out of her.

Saliva slid out of her mouth and down her chin as the all too familiar feeling started to build back up within her. She knew this one would be the one to make her succumb to darkness and maybe even death, at least it was pleasurable.

She whimpered and whined, her legs planting on its steel thighs as she tried to run away from the feeling — she knew she was fighting a losing battle.

Poppy knew she lost, she knew when its arms circled around her — locking her in — and started pistoning inside her, it seemed as if its cock only knew to hit her g spot. She cried, tears sliding down her face as her pussy leaked and vision became blurry, breathing didn't come naturally and because of that she became lightheaded.

Sobs racked her body as she came, her hands grasping at the arms holding her. Her stomach cramping from her multiple orgasms and the appendage that has now claimed it as its own.

Not once did the Predator stop. It didn't stop when her legs slipped from their settled position. It didn't stop when her hands stopped squeezing its arms. It didn't stop when her head lolled to the right and eyes closed.

It just held her close to its conscious body and let her pussy envelope him with the warm welcome to its new home.

Dedications: @deunmiu-dessie

Banner/Divider: @cafekitsune @pwixi

[dr-jem-nutcase]

One of my many MvA headcanons is that there were other monsters like the Invisible Man who were at Area 5X for some time but weren’t there when Susan arrived.

Thought I’d make a doodle/info sheet on my MvA OC and past/present (?)* monster the Cyberian, my incomplete cyborg. I may need to make one for my other MvA OC von Wolfmann.

While the Invisible Man and Dr C (and very basic words courtesy of B.O.B.) taught Cy English, she and Link had their own language class

*Cy tried to unalive herself in 1985 and was pronounced dead in the Monster Containment Facility. Elsewhere in Area 5X, she was resuscitated, thanks to some vital organs and parts of her brain being mechanical, and kept in a coma for scientists and physicians to stabilize her over the course of decades. Nobody at the Monster Containment Facility, not even Monger, knows she’s alive. Should she be awakened and return to the monsters?

[my-world-my-stories]

Random doddles of my lovely, badass girl because when you love your ocs so much, you gotta make your own content of them and its NEVER enough.

(1) Comforting your small mate during the greatest struggle she faces every month: Periods (As a reference in Chapter 18)

(2) Just Wy'ld with her crow buddies because i don't often draw her with her armor design. The crows aren't actually that small, she's just really big like that.

(3,4,5,6) Assorted expressions for practice. Yautjas kinda look goofy when they try to emote, so maybe that's why they don't it so often (aside from the more obvious reasons).

[gensdesire]

wanted to get this out b4 i go to bed but this is ombre, my mva oc; she's the daughter of the boogeyman, aka the most respected figure in the world of monsters.

abilities: shadow manipulation, the power to project and create nightmares, she is able to traverse between different dimensions, sound wave manipulation, can briefly manipulate the fabric of reality, creating distorted spaces or teleporting to different locations

weaknesses: most protective charms with positive energy, disrupting her rhythm or creating silence, has a weakness to daylight.

personality: As someone who has lived through most of her life living history, Ombre has seen what has happened and how the world works, which gave her an already depressing outlook on life. Despite this, she is actually quite friendly and approachable to talk to. Wanting to live up to her father's reputation as the greatest monster of all time, Ombre picks up a hobby turned passion of being a DJ. She is passionate and honest, yet can be stern and strict when needed. She acts as a mentor towards the other monsters when needed. She also has a silly streak, and acts younger than she is.

backstory: On one eventful night, Ombre was the DJ at a night club in Beverly Hills, and the crowd was pumped up as usual, but on this night, Ombre was feeling a little bold. She decided to use her sound wave manipulation to in order to hypnotize and brainwash the partygoers into her own little army of shadow monsters.

extra trivia:

bob loves her a lot and he often calls her grammy or grams, because she reminds him of his grandma :)))

[strugglingtoadult]

Jelena and Gor’shak can’t get any alone time 😔🤚

God I love these idiots

[redmustanggirl]

drawtober day 7-voodoo doll

this is my Monsters vs Aliens oc Maga. she's a voodoo doll/zombie hybrid