#Monster Con OC

[orlock-artbook]

That line at the start is an actual line from Doug, and may have activated my own internal Liam Noises (Pretentious Monologue) Versions below are a textless version, and a version with characters BEHIND the dialogue boxes so you can read it clearly if you so choose :3

[alastorcrow666]

I love him so bad guys but he’s SO HARD TO DRAW </3

[strixton]

Ignore the watermarks, im paranoid now

This is Graven Lochet, my monster prom oc. They're a fallen angel.

[cannibalhousewife]

REVAMPED Poppy, once again! This time for good, hopefully! KSDJG

Anyway, here's my Monster Prom OC, Poppy Tier! A very shy, easily bullied doll girl who has a lot of creepy and weird shit going on with her!!

★ Commission Info ★ Ko-Fi ★

[thesyu]

[lady-luckk]

the wolf only needs to find you once

# pairing: yandere werewolf x reader

# synopsis: you should have listened to the villagers and stayed away from the forest, now your paying the price.

# warnings: this contains dark themes such as noncon and obsession. please block me if you are uncomfortable. viewer discretion is advised. minors DNI.

# notes: reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated!

the villagers spoke of the forest in hushed voices, their warnings thick as the mist that crept through the trees. stay on the road. lock your doors at night. never stray past the river after dark. 

you listened, as all children did, but you never truly understood. the stories were just that—stories. meant to keep people afraid, to keep them small. you had never seen red eyes in the dark, never heard the low breath of something hunting just beyond the trees.

so when the winter came early, and the snow swallowed the last of the harvest, you did what no one else dared.

you went into the woods.

you told yourself it would only be a moment. a few dry branches, perhaps a rabbit snared if you were lucky. just far enough to take what you needed, then back to the safety of the village.

the trees closed around you, tall and silent. snow muffled your steps. the deeper you went, the quieter the world became.

then the silence changed.

something was listening.

a snap of a branch. A shift in the wind. you turned, breath quick in the cold air. the trees looked the same in every direction. had you gone too far? had you—

a shadow moved between the trunks.

you saw the eyes first, ember-red and watching. then the shape of it, long and lean, taller than any wolf you had ever known. not an animal. not truly.

it did not move toward you. not yet.

you ran.

the cold air tore at your throat, your legs burning as you sprinted through the snow. branches whipped against your face, your feet slipping, stumbling. you did not know where the road was anymore. you did not know if you could reach it in time.

and then—

the sound of snow shifting behind you. a low breath, close.

too close.

then, you fell...

you rolled onto your back, breath heaving, heart pounding. the sky above you was dark, framed by black branches. The wolf loomed over you, red eyes gleaming like coals in the night.

you had been warned.

the village had always feared the wolf. but they had it wrong.

they believed they needed luck every night to keep it at bay.

but the wolf… the wolf only needs enough luck to find you once.

and it had found you.

the wolf loomed over you, its breath curling in the cold air, thick with the scent of frost and old blood. snow melted beneath its feet, steaming in the night. red eyes burned in the darkness, fixed on you sprawled in the snow.

you did not move.

you could hear your own breath, ragged, sharp. your fingers twitched in the cold, searching blindly for something—anything—beneath the ice-crusted ground. But the wolf only watched, waiting, as if it had all the time in the world.

“you run well, little lamb,” it said, voice deep and knowing. "but not well enough and i am done with playing."

its words sent a shiver down you spine. this was no ordinary beast. the stories were true, all of them.

the wolf. the thing that had haunted the village for generations, that had taken those foolish or desperate enough to stray past the river.

“a-are… y-you g-gonna k-kill me?”

"kill you? no. i could never. i like you too much. i've been watching you for too long to let you go now. too long. every movement, every little habit—i know them all. the way you bite your lip when you're nervous, the way your breath hitches when you're scared… like right now.**

"i've seen you when you thought you were alone. i know the way you sleep, the way you dream. the way you laugh when you think no one's listening. i’ve waited, watched, learned everything about you. and you still don’t see it, do you?

"you were always meant to be mine”

with those words spoken the wolf begins to lunge at you with eyes that hold pure obsession. with that the beast began to tear off the clothes that you were wearing and press you down even more against the floor. his hands clenching tightly kissing you forcefully without giving you any room to object. 

"Mmm.."  you widen your eyes, filled with panic.

you didn't understand why the wolf had such feelings for yourself. the wolf sensing your fear chose to ignore you

you quickly bit down on the tongue that was invading your lips. the taste spread in both your mouths, but the wolf seemed to feel no pain. he kissed even more passionately, kissing so forcefully that you couldn't resist and made whimpering sounds. tears hung from your lashes, refusing to fall.

“Ah!”

the wolf chuckled lightly as he began to squeeze his fingers down your tightly closed hole, exploring and teasing the insides. as your body was forced open and two fingers explored and stirred inside the hole, you tried to get up, but your back was quickly pressed down.

“p-please, s-stop.”

ignoring your plea, he could feel the tightness and warmth inside as his fingers entered. his dick was already hard and swollen, how could he stop?

“does it feel good?”

he withdrew his fingers, then entered a thicker object pressed against your entrance, eager to enter. the wolf had begun to spread you out, slowly pushing open your hole, inch by inch, until his thick member had finally penetrated you. 

“Ah ah ah!”

inside was just as wet and slippery as he had imagined, he thought while licking your tears. He watched as the small tight hole slowly expanded under his penetration, and then he thrust forcefully, his hot member breaking through layer after layer of tender flesh, penetrating deeply.

"Ah ah ah--"

you buried your face in the ground, your hands reaching forward, screaming as if trying to grab something, but only being restrained and pressed down by a large hand on the ground.

his member was sucked in as soon as it entered, veins pulsating. the wolf breathed heavily, forcefully and violently breaking through the squeezed flesh, like a hot meat blade, thrusting in and out of the hole.

his hairy body brushed against your soft skin with each thrust, tickling the entrance, then fiercely pierced and struck, "ah!" the wolf thrust heavily and urgently, as if releasing all the pent-up desire!

“No! Ah ah-pull out…”

he pressed you firmly on the floor, holding onto your neck and forcing you to lift your head.

his lower body continued to thrust, forcefully invading the rosy little mouth, his tongue ravaging the inside, plundering the saliva.

"Umm umm..." you helplessly swallowed his saliva, your throat rolling uneasily. the accumulated tears kept dripping, sliding onto the wolf’s hand.

the wolf’s kiss landed on your tear-stained cheek, licking it, but his actions became even more violent.

your body was currently riding on top of his, your legs kneeling on both sides, being forcefully thrusted, his large hand kneading your butt, leaving bright red fingerprints on them, crisscrossing from the waist to the ass. the wolf was not satisfied. his lower body moved extremely fast, slapping your marked bottom, repeatedly thrusting his thick member all the way in, then ignoring the resistance of the flesh, forcefully pulling out, making the entrance red and swollen, even the intestines taking on the shape of his large member.

"Save me, ah ah..." you plead to no one in particular 

hearing your plea for help, he directly flipped him over and pressed him against the head of the ground. the withdrawn member forcefully penetrated again.

afraid of hurting you any further, he placed his arm behind your back. "who do you want to save you, little lamb? it’s better to beg me than the sky."

your eyes were full of panic, tears falling in large drops. at this moment, you saw his gaze, as dark as ink, filled with desire for you.

"No more, ah ah... please..."

the wolf tightly restrained you in his arms, holding your struggling legs in his arms. your belly was pushed up by a big hard lump, and your intestines were stuffed full. the sensitive flesh in your intestines trembled and wriggled at the slightest touch. you were fucked deep and hard, and he ejaculated semen again.

your walls trembled, the wolf started to breathe heavily, gripping your waist and crushing it fiercely, as if trying to pierce through you. He thrust fiercely, with continuous slapping sounds.

"Ah! So deep... ah...

your eyes lost focus, drool flowed down your mouth, and the wolf rolled it into his mouth. your hands were placed on his strong thighs, trying to push him away, but your efforts were fruitless 

The wolf hugged your trembling body tightly, thrusting his shaft deep inside faster and faster, until finally thrusting forward forcefully, filling his intestines with a large amount of hot semen instantly!

"Ah!"

you screamed loudly, your legs suddenly kicked weakly and hung down, only able to resist as he was shot with wave after wave of thick semen.

“little lamb, do you know why you couldn’t escape?”

your throat went dry, your chest aching with the weight of your terror and exhaustion. “W-why?”

The wolf’s smile widened, and its voice was the last thing you ever heard:

“because the wolf only needs enough luck to find you once... and once is all it takes to keep you.”

the blackness closed in, and the last thing you felt was the cold possessive hold the wolf had on your skin, pulling you into the darkness where nothing would ever find you again.

[n1ght0f-nyx]

Mirrors dont lie.

paranormal entity x reader smut monster fucking, non-con, invisible weird hypno shit idk how to explain, mirror Play, controlled masturbation, body control, Supernatural Voyeurism, ghost Lover, dubcon, sorry about my lack of posts ive been lazy

word count- 533 words

You were just brushing your teeth. Nothing strange. Nothing dramatic. Just a quiet, late night routine under the buzzing fluorescent light of your too-small bathroom.

Until your reflection blinked — and you didn’t.

You froze. The toothbrush hung halfway to your mouth, but in the mirror? Your hand was already lowered. Your mirror-self looked calm. Collected. And it was watching you.

Slowly, carefully, you turned your head. Your real body didn’t move — but in the mirror, your reflection tilted its chin, a smirk playing at the corner of its lips.

Your stomach tightened.

You knew this apartment had... history. Weird noises. Cold spots. That overwhelming pressure you felt every time you showered. But this — this was new.

The figure in the mirror — still you, technically — lifted their hand to their chest. Slid it over the swell of your breast like it was casual, like it had done it a hundred times. And maybe it had.

You took a step back. Your reflection didn’t follow. Instead, it pressed its palm harder against your chest. Your nipple stiffened, and you gasped — because you felt it. The pressure. The stroke of fingers, featherlight but real. Hungry.

“No,” you whispered, voice shaking.

The mirror-you tilted its head. A slow, almost amused shake. Like it was saying yes. And then its hand slid downward.

Your thighs pressed together involuntarily. But nothing stopped the sensation from following. It wasn’t your hand. It didn’t feel like your hand. It was cooler. More deliberate. Bolder. Like someone who already knew your body better than you did — and didn’t give a damn about pretending otherwise.

In the mirror, your reflection bit its lip as it touched between your legs. In the real world, you whimpered.

Your knees buckled. Your back hit the sink counter. You gripped it to keep steady, but the ghost — or whatever it was ��� didn’t stop. It only grew firmer. More possessive.

You're mine, it said, even if there were no words. You've always known.

You couldn’t look away.

The mirror-you was breathing harder now. Mirroring the soft gasps slipping out of your lips. Your hips started moving without permission, grinding into invisible fingers that circled your clit in tight, calculated strokes.

You swallowed hard. “What do you want?” you asked, voice hoarse.

The mirror-you locked eyes with you. Then it leaned in. It pressed its hand flat between your legs, as if to say this. And smiled.

You weren’t sure when the fear stopped. Or when the arousal fully kicked in. But you were panting now. Bucking into a touch you couldn’t see — only feel. Your reflection moaned. So did you.

Your hand shot down to brace yourself against the edge of the sink. You were coming apart. Fast. Shamefully fast. Your ghost lover — your mirror — seemed to like that. It moaned your name. Not out loud. Not with lips. But you heard it. Inside you.

You came with a cry. Head thrown back. Knees trembling. Chest heaving. The mirror fogged up slightly, like someone on the other side was panting with you.

And then it was still.

Your reflection matched your movements again.

You stared at yourself. Disheveled. Sweaty. Shaken.

And then, across the glass, your reflection winked.

[umsey]

MONSTER CON! my favorite game of the bunch so far <3 (not solely because of liam but he's a big plus)

please do not claim my works as your own, edit, make profit, (reblogging is fine)

[noelli-neo]

MonProm ocs + other doods

[withmytailtotheworld]

anyways Doug Campbell my beloved <3

[theaceofshovels]

Beau the intern cupid who works crunch time organising tropey meet cutes under the watch of their moody halo/manager, Azrow

[orlock-artbook]

What am I doing when I'm not posting? Well, practicing new art styles by turning myself into a character, of course :3 what else do you do?

(This is an attempt to mimic the style of Beautiful Glitch's "Monster Prom" series, specifically so I can have a custom avatar for streaming Monster Prom 4: Monster Con because I LOVE that game)

[alastorcrow666]

Very lazy doodle! I know it’s off plz don’t burn me at the stake 🐐

[mischievium]

they are on a date trust

[redrover1377]

MWHEHEHE

I love them guys had to draw my favs with my oc i had too :3 I ALSO LEARNED I CANNOT DRAW QUIN’S HAIR FACING FORWARD AT ALL ITS SUCH A PAIN

[thesyu]

Obligatory monster prom OC/self insert

I put Doug there as height reference because he tall

And then I'm gonna draw them kissing.