I'm Bee (or Spacey) and I love writing dark romances✨️
Currently hyperfixating on From and writing a reader-insert on ao3 to smooch some monsters (eventually)
As dusk settles
Summary:
When the bus came, you foolishly tried to play hero. Except heroes defeat the enemy. They don't get captured after cowering in the dark. And now you weren't sure what you were becoming, but you wondered if death would be a kinder fate than whatever the creatures have planned for you.
Aside from that, I'm willing to headcannon about the creatures and other characters, write suggestive and spicy content, plus occasional nsfw, and will probably post random things while sleep deprived.
Fair warning, some content is on the darker, if not pretty messed up side.
Hiii don’t mind me just sliding into your askbox to scream into the void about the creatures 😫 not really an ask, more just me rambling, if that’s not okay I’m sorry, feel free to ignore!!
To be passed around like a blunt by all the creatures would be a dream come true BUT there’s something especially appealing to me about being the cowboy creature and handbag lady creature’s third like they’re always seen together and I wanna be seen with them like a human creature sandwich 🤣
But also I think it’d be very very fun to make them jealous like they’d be so mean it’d be great.
Love hearing these ramblings tho ;)
I feel you man. I rarely feel drawn to female characters, but this woman has me in a chokehold. Add that cowboy and the sandwich is just perfect.
That scene where these two walk up to the sheriff station is what really got me into these bastards and it spiralled from there and suddenly I'm writing for them and have a tumblr dedicated to the creatures—
But making them jealous is a dangerous game tho 😏
Imagine pretending to go after a fellow resident. They'll make you regret having legs because they won't work for days. And sitting down is out of the question too 😭
You'll have some fresh bitemarks on your thighs and/or neck, and two creatures hovering territorialy around you while pretending they're not hovering. Better not act out too soon after that. They're a little trigger happy so to speak 😊
And a little hurt for playing with them like that—
Do you think the creatures’ eyes catch light like animals do when somebody takes a picture of them?
I'd think so! Maybe they don't necessarily have it in their human form, but they see way too well in the dark to not have some form of night vision. Unless we just use magic bullshit as an explanation, which would be kinda lameee. Gimme creepy pictures with these freaks! >:)
It would be so eerie if you took a picture with them and their eyes all reflect, but yours don't. The ways you could play around with that. Like, imagine meeting them in the off chance they escape Fromville never knowing these people aren't human. Then you take a picture of them and begin to realise there's something seriously off about them, figure some things out, and begin to question your safety. And proceed to get kidnapped
Okay ngl, I feel like Smiley would heavily enjoy if reader pegs him
like let reader whip out the strap on /j
Sometimes I think about the Creatures following reader out of Fromville and learning about sex toys. I thought about Handbag lady wanting afab reader to use a strap on her (and maaaybe visa versa, my pillow queen in disguise), but this never crossed my mind aydbdn
Smiley would be so agreeable with a plethora of things. Very experimental creature. Don't let him shop kinks online too often.
But do let him choose the strap of course 😊
Unfortunately, I do think he'd get bored because you wouldn't get any physical pleasure from it, and that's the main part that makes it so fun to him 🥲
Ok i have kind of a random ask, do you have any headcanons on how the creatures would be with someone that has OCD? I'm definitely not asking this because I've had a lot of issues with my OCD recently.. But uh I feel like I could see them finding it interesting. Like why does this random human get so upset over doing something wrong? Or why do they do things a certain amount of time, a specific way, etc. Like would they ask questions or observe the person more than everyone else? I dunno, I just don't see a lot of content I can relate to really. I hope this makes sense in a way! Thank you so much!!
I tried my best to answer this with the knowledge I have of OCD. Hopefully this is in some way relatable to you! I like to think the Creatures aren't too kind on someone with OCD, nor really understand what it is. And then the regret kicks in once they develop feelings.
Enjoy! :D
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How the Creatures handle someone who has OCD
● Observation is part of the hunt. Perhaps even the most important aspect of handling prey. It serves the purpose of gathering weaknesses, yes, but also instills discomfort and a sense of hopelessness in the humans. And that was the most delicious part. How they all believed they were safe, but still fell victim to fear at their sheer presence.
● Anything that stands out is noted almost immediately. And you? You behave differently. They sense an anxious air about you. You are quite eager to keep them out with how much you check your windows and doors. It wasn’t the oddest thing to do. Plenty humans had spiralled into paranoid habits under the weight of this place.
● But the habitual, repetitive checking isn’t isolated to locks—it’s in other things too. The way you align objects in a specific manner. Or how you repeat certain actions until you seem satisfied.
● And it begins to dawn this isn’t simple paranoia. You have something different going on that they can mess with. Because the stronger your anxiety, the more you scurry around trying to fix those fears.
● They begin knocking more often at your windows, getting a kick out of how it has you buzzing around like a fly. A fly that tries to pretend it isn’t hurried and afraid. Calling out to you with reassurances that drip with falsety to needle at you.
● Then… you answer back. It seems to them another manner to gather control over your fear. The most foolish one of them all. It takes time, but you open up to them. Ironic considering how they’ve been fueling these ticks of yours to the point you seem to fall apart at the seams. Your spirit’s spilling out before your blood. Not enough to keep you without hope. No. That last bit of hope will be crushed under their ripping claws. A perfect, delicious end.
● And as they get to know you better, the more well-spoken creatures find you harbor a lot of worries in your head. Obsessions and compulsions. So strong, so vivid that they don’t need to do much to fuel them. Your brain does it for them.
● But… in their focus on your terror, they slipped up a little. Allowed conversations to veer into topics too personal. Then comes the tiniest reduction in your insistent checking. As if you too felt the change and those intrusive thoughts and images you spoke of had lessened a smidge.
● It leaves them at a conundrum. Stress is obviously unhealthy for any human, but you are drowning in it. And they are to blame. None of them can say otherwise.
● As they figure out what to do with you, your compulsions worsen again. They have tied your fear so intimately with themselves that any behavioral changes spikes your stress. Normally they’d have found that amusing. Now… not so much.
● So they approach anew. This time with the intent to try and lessen your anxiety.
● Strangely, it’s the Milkman that calms you down quite well. His overall appearance isn’t too threatening and he mostly shows curiosity to anything you do and are willing to share.
● With his lack of talking, you’re left with a quiet audience that manages to distract you. A sounding board that shows his opinion mostly by head tilts.
● By now he understands your repetitive behavior becomes only worse if you actively participate in them. It isn’t even really them causing this paranoia as initially believed. So he does try to distract you by other means if it’s getting bad. Insistent knocking, little circus acts, and generally being what you call a troll.
● He does so like startling you by appearing quietly when you least expect it. It likely doesn’t help their plight much while you consider him a threat still, but it has desensitized you plenty. That is, perhaps, worth something.
● It is obvious you lean more to tolerating a creature like him, precisely because he doesn’t act either too threatening, nor too human. Inhuman, but seemingly less monstrous.
● The sullenness of his brethren at that observation amuses him to no end.
● See, Jasmine is pretty good at imitating humans. She thinks that should help settle your anxiety. It does the opposite instead. Her uncanny resemblance to humanity shows you only that she is a greater threat.
● That does touch a prideful part of her. But currently, being perceived in such a manner is pretty inconvenient. You watch her with distrust. You find her harder to read. Her lies and truths blending together seamlessly.
● And now she can’t seem to change your mind about her. Her earlier sadistic games to fuel your out of control imagination ruining your view of her.
● It doesn’t make her sulk. The sloppiness in her next kill isn't because of that. She simply needs time. And time is here aplenty. You won’t be going anywhere either. She’ll help you change your mind about her and then she can work on that anxious mind lurking behind a calm veneer.
● Most Creatures are neither on the level of the Milkman, nor Jasmine’s. They look more threatening, show less charm, or have actively threatened you and agitated you in the past. Take the Handbag lady. She can speak well, but doesn’t bother to hide her inhumanity.
● She, like many others, mostly acts like nothing really happened. Apologizing by means of leaving precious gifts, because their words won’t mean anything to you.
● Some may call it groveling. She thinks it’s reasonable to try and make up for the additional stress they gave you, even if it was expected they would do so. Though, she does still find your fluttering amusing. Until she remembers how unhealthy this is for you. Stress is a silent killer, she’s heard humans say in passing and she knows it to be true.
● It is quite vexing to be so taken by such an anxious little thing. But unlike Jasmine, she has no trouble trying to get you to open up more about ways to deal with these… obsessions and compulsions. You don’t truly trust her. That will change.
● For now, they have a gap of their own making to bridge. A larger one than that they knew. Those obsessions aren’t exactly because of them. They existed before, and she is sure they will keep existing. You’ll remain a fluttering butterfly, and she isn’t quite sure what to do with that knowledge.
Trust would be the first step, she supposes. Anything else will follow.
Could I request headcannons of what makes the monsters needy for their human? In the mating sense yes, but also in the sense of just really wanting to be close and god forbid they get held. Can be any creatures(s) that you want!!! Thank you :)
Honestly, one word with most of them: Absence.
These two bastards will really see what they’re missing then.
Thanks for the ask! :))
The end is pretty suggestive.
What has the Cowboy and Tough guy needy for their human
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● If anyone ever told you the Creatures—the monsters that haunted everyone at night, who tortured and killed without remorse—craved affection, you’d have called them insane.
● With your shitty luck, you managed to find out this insanity was in fact true, and only because that need began to center around you. All you really did was talk with them and now you were apparently in charge of keeping them in check. Not that they really listened to you, but your self-appointed duty had its benefits, you guessed.
● Living in a cave may not exactly be one of them though… At some point your escape attempts were less about actually leaving as simply getting some fresh air. There were moments you escaped back to an actual darn house, because you missed warm showers, a real bed and company that didn’t play mind games half the time. Or all the time or quarter time, you weren’t even sure.
● Needless to say, you left their company some times. Keeping your distance if you are pissed. Or merely to bully them a little.
With some consequences…
● Absence makes the heart grow fonder, is a saying humans use. The Cowboy isn’t sure he agrees. He has been watching the house for a while now. Your silhouette moves beyond the curtain, preparing for bed. Close and impossible to reach all at once. You won't even speak to them.
● It's fascinating and amusing to him. Infuriating the longer it goes on. You already accepted being theirs. There’s no backtracking there, sweetheart. But he’ll let you play your little game. It will end with their victory eventually.
● As days pass and you seem to foolishly want to reconnect with your fellow humans, the amusement begins to grow stale. He hears your laughter directed at them and remains close. Can’t stop himself from listening. He wishes he could see your expression. Touch the lips that spilled such a sweet sound.
● Your scent quickly returns to the house you choose to inhabit. He unconsciously tracks it in the night, longing to press his nose against the source. And you were quite aware leaving a clothing article outside was an active lure to him and his brethren. It tasted like the mildest cruelty offered. A tease. Tantalising.
● His attention returns to you beyond that fragile window. Your silhouette hugs someone goodbye. A touch that shouldn’t be given so freely, sweetheart. He might make your little friend give it up by other means as those moments belonged to him.
● The nights feel more alone. The light clicks off and your bed creaks as you lay down. A feeling he’d almost describe as… worry makes itself known the longer you stay away. The clothing articles and gifts you leave behind are the only sign you still see them. That this is a game and maybe he is losing if you keep repeating the same actions.
● So then… you want to be hunted. Maybe he should've known. You had tried to get him to chase you around before. Perhaps then, you had gotten bored. The cave wasn't the most exhilarating of a place. Especially not for a human.
● You want entertainment. And when he approaches you, not as a partner seeking to return you to his side, but as a creature, you finally respond again. He can smell it now. You want him to lure you out. Want him to play the aggressor who’d brutally take what he desires once he has you.
● It excites him a lot. If the windowsill was any lower, you’d have seen. Not that he particularly cares. Because there you are, standing before him. Your smile in place, mischief in your eyes. Only the thin sheet of glass ruins some of it. Prevents him from pressing into your warmth. He wants to mold you two together and hear that sweet laughter some more.
● If he first needs to be a hunter and remind you of your place, he will, but having you close, having your fingers stroking his hair when waking will be far sweeter still.
● He wants your sentimentality back. Your little ramblings of topics he can't fully follow as they belong to the world outside. He has a taste of it from beyond the window, but you won’t be there when he returns to the cave, nor when he wakes up.
● Seeing you fluff your pillow up and moving the blanket to your liking, leaves him with a desire to have that there with him, hidden deep and safe in his home. You might not like the comparison, but humans could be so alike to animals. What you were doing was practically nesting. And you did it unbothered that the danger watched.
● Being invited, or better yet, expected in that soft haven of yours was more valuable than the game you chose to offer.
Games, chases, laughter and absence… You want to play him as a flute? He’ll simply break the little mouth trying.
● The Tough guy often perceived you as a enigma. A puzzle that, like many humans, said one thing but meant the other. Emotions tended to clash with what they really wanted. Ingrained rules of morality rearing their head when what you wanted resolved around him and his brethren.
● But you still chose them. That choice hadn’t always been fair, but you went along to the point you let them touch you, take you, feed you. He was no exception. That resistance had been satisfying to break through, bouts of fall backs becoming rare. That need to prove you were better by rejecting them only to give in so easily had him purr to no end.
● And while that had been the one thing he had enjoyed most at first, things changed. Your prolonged absence left a cavern within the actual cavern he called home.
● He misses your voice. The random things you sometimes spouted. Especially when sleep deprived. Now he walks around the tunnels and catches himself searching for you, listening for your voice or breath. The whistling, singing or humming he hadn’t known impacted him so much.
● The sights that accompany your humming were even better. Distracted and lost in something you usually enjoy. Fussing, busy and in your element. It makes something within him go quiet. Desiring to sneak up behind you and gently bump into you.
● He even longs for your glare. The grumpy berating for never speaking or for giving you something bloody. That playful anger that had his shoulders lower and his smile soften into something less vicious.
● The nights he presses close to your window now are the worst. He hears everything he misses with no way to really get you. Like an animal hidden in its shell, you’ve retreated to your former habitat. Only leaving personal items behind as if to court him and the others.
● To a certain extent, he understands. The cave was dark, cold and damp. Not the best place for a human. They did try to meet your needs, but he sees the way you cling to other humans now. You long for a warmth he and his can’t provide.
● But you’ll return, he is sure. You couldn't avoid the emotions. The glances your silhouette shot his way were evidence enough.
● When you do, he’ll press his face to your neck to feel your throat reverberate against him as you talk, grumble and scream. After, he knows your arms will be around him, keeping him just as close as he wants to be to you. Your naked form pressing close. That will be what makes the cavern home now. You.
● Because only you would hold him like he was precious. The only human who didn’t need to fear them. Who didn’t push and claw to get away, but would even wrap around him if he turned his back your way. It silences the gnawing hunger in the empty pit of his stomach.
Familiarity, trust, absence and your voice… Those are the things he craves around him in the dark. Don’t make him get it back.
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Admittedly, this was a strange pair to see working together so closely. It has been easy to underestimate them because of that. The silent one distracted you with his sheer presence and the yapper caught you as you backtracked.
How does that work?
Now they switched roles again. The bulky creature rumbled that bone trembling purr against your throat, nudging closer. The cowboy held your back to his chest. Firmly. Quietly. With none of the smartassery you had expected after losing the game.
You were surprised by your own lack of comments too, heart still coming down from its spike. You had forgotten what it felt like to be chased by them. What the feral edge in their smile did to you after only seeing the mildest form of it from behind a window. The near impatience of the bulky monsters steps having you stumble back gracelessly.
His rumbling was neither soothing nor did it agitate you. It kept you in the knowledge you were captured after staying away for what? Two weeks? Three?
Longer than ever despite leaving the window open a crack to see if they’d notice. Closing it in time when they did and throwing them a shit eating grin as you shut it in their face.
How no one else noticed that particular madness, you weren’t sure, but it suited you fine.
“Well… You got me. Pretty sad, huh?” You couldn't quite stop a smirk as the rumbling and nuzzling stilled as you spoke. As if they wanted to hear every word. “I should do better next time.”
Their hold tightened. Not by much, but enough that heat flushed down your body. The two creatures pulled back a little to make eye contact with each other. The smile that stretched over your big guy’s face had that primal part of your brain tremble again. Jittering about danger, danger, danger—
The cowboy’s hand slid to your front, inching low enough to skirt inappropriate. Fingers splayed as if to lay claim on the organs beneath.
“Hm…” The hum was contemplative, raising your hairs. “Maybe we’d both fit inside.”
Your heart skipped a beat, dropped and sped back up. “What?”
“We’ve missed you, sweetheart. We can’t choose who’ll get you first.” His words were playful, but you almost tasted the honesty. You squirmed, tested their hold. They didn't budge, the bulky creature's smile ticking up at your tug on his wrist.
“Plenty of me a-around, no need for a, uh, tight stretch,” you joked, laughing too high and loud. “We can just cuddle?”
They both chuckled, chests moving against you. Big guy pulled you up a little higher, nearly lifting you off your feet. The cowboy sliding his hands to places that made you yelp and clamp your legs together.
“Be good for us,” he murmured beside your ear, something softer in it that got close to reassuring you. “We won’t break you.”
Trust us.
And with those strong holds on you—unmoving and unyielding—you weren’t sure whether you’d made a mistake or not. You’d know by the end when they’d wind their limbs around your sorry, sore ass. Not right now when you still had your role to play;
The poor, innocent human caught by hungry monsters.
I see your post about a reader who is selectively cuddly with the creatures, and I was wondering if I could put in an ask for specifically Smiley but also any other creatures you want with a reader who is just generally a cuddlebug? Especially after any form of intimacy-
Something more sweet 🥹
Something to torment the Creatures with >:)
I explored a little of these two Creatures navigating the pitfalls of a relationship with a cuddlier Reader. Cause I think these two wouldn't fully understand, but still try in their own way.
Thanks for the ask! :D
Smiley and The Handbag lady with a cuddly Reader
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● Smiley, as you decided to dub him, was never one for overt physical affection. He enjoys his space. Little critters are welcome if they dare to approach, yes, but he sees no need for further affection. If it could be called such.
● When you lured him in with your strange humor and warmth, he only realised too late he'd have to compromise that space. Had he failed to overcome his bloodlust, he'd never have found out about this side of yours. Signs of it had been there…
● You are... gentle. Desire softness after roughness. After waking. Before sleeping. Even at seemingly random. He wasn't sure what to make of it. He was often content merely hovering nearby. You seem to need something different.
● He doesn't know how to hold you. For years he's gone without such touches and he knows humans are different. Has seen their many forms of relationships, but remembers very little of it all. The significance is lost to him.
● It was because you kept touching him that he started to think of that again. You dare to wind your arms around him, to bump your head into his, subtly demanding things he couldn't yet translate.
● He learns. Observing how you try to cling to him. Sometimes you kept him in what some might call a death grip, staring at him with such a strange expression. A pout. Disappointment that he'd leave you after wrenching your legs near apart getting to what lay between. Underneath that disappointment sat something more vulnerable. Something that held its breath waiting for his next move. His eyes trailed down to where he left his touch. Bruised. Bleeding. You must be sore, tired and craving a shower after being left a mess.
● Yet, you clung to him like those koalas you spoke off. It was endearing, he supposes, though, he would like to put his clothes back on. But your expression touches at something deep within him. Something he usually reserved for smaller, furry creatures. And he settles back down beside you. Allows you to nestle against his side. He knew he made the right choice when your eyes sparkled.
● It makes him think back to the signs he first saw. The strange need he saw in you. It became noticeable in the way you linger near him, and kept a safe distance. As if you saw the bubble around him. Enough time spent around him made you braver however. It was quite early in your… physical relationship, though he loathes to use such a human description.
● You settled close, arms pressing around him. And he stood still for a moment, felt something pling in his head and...
● His head settled against yours. So carefully despite knowing how sturdy you could be. His arms stiffly crossed your back, clasping at the small of your back. His grin softened. "You are hungry," he murmured to you. He could sense it. Not for food or air. For this. The proximity between you.
● How foolish to want warmth from something that hunted your kin. It was so very human to lean into such danger without care. You had told him of people keeping wild animals in their homes. In a way, you were no different than those cuddling with a tiger.
● And that moment changed many things and very little all at once. You rubbed up against him more often, seeking attention. You grab onto his hand, hold his arms, touch his face. And you want him to return it. His gentleness was usually nothing but a facade to frighten prey. Touching them so softly, ripening their fear of pain, before ripping them to shreds.
● It took time to keep that predatory stiffness from lurking beneath his touch. You were starved. This was not something you could function without, strange human as you were. Don't think he hasn't heard you cry yourself to sleep, holding a pillow tight to your chest when he failed to return these touches. Failed to see how it affected you. Now you sought to silence this craving with inanimate objects.
● And while he won't ever be the most physically affectionate, he'll gather you in his lap more often, stroke a hand over your arms, face, neck and shoulders. He does find he likes having you in his lap, watching over your shoulder at anything you do. Kisses are more rare. He likes to nuzzle his face against you more than to kiss. Or bite. Though, he dips his head down and taps his cheeks for you to kiss every now and then.
● When he sees you are more content, some moments nearly leaping at him now, he'll be pretty proud of himself. Gaining a human's trust is always rewarding. Yours more than any.
● The Handbag lady catches on quickly that you crave affection. She saw it before you even mattered to her. Perhaps it was her fault this all had gone the way it did, then. She threaded that desire through so carefully, and embroidered it into her person to the point you now crave her affection. It was meant to get you to let her in.
● Alas, she had been careless and underestimated your effect on her. She hadn't expected the compliments. Conversations that became personal in ways no other with humans had. She preened under the attention.
● Over time, a new habit began to ingrain itself into her routine. She caught herself prettying herself up for you. Found herself looking in the mirror more often before she ventured out. Fluffing her hair up, looking to see if her lipstick was still sharp.
● As she watched her reflection, she was in no mood to deny anything. She wants you. To herself preferably. Even if only occasionally.
● And with a little bit of patience, she does have you. Her sweet, little human who craves her. Her affection, her touch, her words. It is perfect, and part of her feels more complete with a pretty thing like you waiting on her.
● Your need for affection only grows from where she hoards you. So alone and in need for attention. She is very aware humans can get touch starved. A needy one like you especially.
● She'll be gracious and play with your hair, tracing your bare skin when you want to press against her naked body after intimacy. You already know she’s not always as likely to cradle you to her breast. Lapping at your neck is more likely to occur. A possessive claw draping over your waist.
● Embraces are a rare blessing. She doesn't even tolerate getting hugged herself much. But you crave and crave and perhaps... she is being too harsh with you. Starving you too much might lash back at her too.
● The stiffness (not awkwardness, she does not do awkward) as she tries to meet you halfway is something to work on. This isn't sexual—a playing field she does understand—this is softer. Quieter. Gentle touches that mean too much.
● She now tries to hold you in her arms often after being intimate. A solid embrace that brings you more peace and joy than she understands. As if it brings you to a greater high than anything she had previously done to you in that moment.
● Throughout your waking hours, she finds returning and accepting hugs and kisses more difficult. So she tries to find something else.
● You spoke of something called nail polish once, answered all her questions regarding it. She recalls seeing such products, not knowing what they were. Their strong scent had put her off despite the colors drawing her in. Now she wonders if it would be nice to put that on each other's nails. It was a small act, but gave you some of the touch you wanted.
● She likes dressing you up and playing with your hair, and tries to incorporate these bonding moments in your time together more often. Touches that don't leave her feeling restricted, but reliefs that need of yours.
● It was small, but she hoped it would bring that spark that had initially drawn her in back to your eyes. The pang in her chest at being the reason it faded was left cast aside. All she knew was that her human shouldn't be too unhappy. As being truly happy was too optimistic a goal in this place.
I asked about the cowboy/smiley baby, harming a kid was not in my mind at allll 😭😭😭 sorry if it came across that way
Oh no, don't worry! I didn't think that was the intention. I just think about what these beings are and what they did to become that way and can only conclude they should NOT have kids, be near kids or interact with kids.
Now, if you already have a kid, things might be different. I can't imagine Cowboy being invested, but Smiley might try to bond in his own way (and potentially gets attached too)
If the kid is a toddler he'd be wary of it, because of all the wobbling and random sounds, but would bond easier. He thinks baby humans are very inconvenient in their fragility. Combined with their need to shove everything in their mouth and explore to suicidal extremes... He wonders how humans aren't extinct.
Before he knows it, he's picking your kid up to prevent it from harming itself. Watches as you feed it. Snaps to attention at noises the kid makes that sound wrong. He doesn't invest himself much in the actual care of your child, but he doesn't pose a threat either.
Sometimes he'll try things like feeding it out of curiosity. In the end though, he'll protect your kid because it is yours and you care for it. At best, he'll be there to draw alongside your child to provide distraction or entertain it, but that's about it 😭
But the older your child, the less likely he is to get attached. If they're young adolescent or older, he'd think it might just as well live without you. That is his likely conclusion as well if he watched it grow up, and he can't quite grasp why you still want your adult child in your life.
Cowboy would just want the kid gone—
Do not let him near your kid please, his mere existence would traumatize the poor child 😭
This grown ass man creature would have beef with an actual baby because he dislikes sharing you, smh
Imagine getting pregnant with the baby of Cowboy or Smiley 😭
Oh God...
There is not a single way I can imagine that going well. Not for the child 💀
Cowboy's weird ass breeding fetish that is not a breeding fetish might make an appearance when your hormones change and your belly grows. But that child is not safe.
Smiley is just generally weirded out 😭
Like, this isn't supposed to happen. They are pretty sure they can't knock you up. They might suspect you've been with a fellow human if you're not living in the cave with them. And that would absolutely piss them off to the point they could get violent. Even with you. Fortunately for you, they are good at reading people and telling lies from truth. They'll know it's theirs.
That's not better per se, but better than you being disloyal. Now they have to figure out what to do with the child. And somewhere in their twisted minds they might think this is a gift. A way to grant you your immortality too. That is, if the child isn't an active threat to your health, half monster as it is. Then out the window it goes :)
Also, do people in Fromville even get pregnant?? You'd think so because there can't be proper birth control around, but there's no talk at all of pregnant people. Maybe the place is just freaky enough to mess with people's fertility (Fatima's experience is an unique one, but that wasn't an actual baby)
Sorry for the ramblings, this thought just suddenly popped up.
Anywayyy, I don't think I'll answer an ask like this fully, cause writing actual harm to a baby is not something I'm comfortable with.
I have a question about the reader in “As Dusk Settles”
If they jork it, will the creatures know because of the mental link and stuff 😭 like do they sense reader’s emotions???? Im so confused 😭😭😭
The way I choked reading this—
The link is confusing because it's confusing to Reader too. So things aren't always fully coherent and the Creatures like to be secretive little shits on top of it all. If I was in that position I'd chase them down with a pitchfork (only to get dragged to the cave)
But yeah, at the beginning when the link was still so fresh, they would've been able to notice because you're unconsciously janking on the link a lot and they can feel or see echoes of what you're currently going through if they want to. Reader is like this bright tv screen in a dark room, broadcasting everything because they don't know any better. All the Creatures would need to do is turn towards that screen and they can see it all. Including when Reader's jorking it agrvejf
We are now at a point where Reader's learning how to navigate the link without exposing themselves fully. Very handy when stuck in a monster invested cave :)
Even though that comes with its own setbacks. Can't dive in a web and not expect to get tangled up even more :))
I think both The cowboy and Smiley would try and make YouTube as loud as possible during sex, especially if you're in a house with other people. Like, you'll literally get out in the box if anyone finds out you're letting one (or both-) into the house just for fun.
I think they would be loud also, just to get under your skin a bit. It's like a fun game to them! Wondering if one night they'll pop by and find you in the box because you were kicked out. Would you seek them out? Or would you beg to get back into the house? That's the thrill of it!
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They'd do it so unexpectedly too 😭
Like, usually I imagine they'd be quiet enough and then out of nowhere they just... aren't. They already don't shy away from making more non-human sounds, (chittering, growling, purring) but to hear a whole ass screech echo through the house as they cum would alert everyone svdjsf
Smiley would love to make you loud too. He'd want to push you to the limit to see if you'll crack and be the one to betray what's happening. He likes that thrill. Likes to see what drama will unfold or if some human is stupid enough to investigate. And well... you can probably guess what would happen next. The more people the merrier :)
Cowboy though... He likes it conceptually. That he is claiming a human in front of the others is such a thrill. In reality, he does not want to share you with humans. In reality, this is weirdly intimate to him. The idea of just anyone hearing has something possessive flare up, so expect a hand to clamp over your mouth if you're too loud. And maybe punishment because he can't help himself and just has to test you the same way Smiley does :)
If he chooses to share your cries with the humans, it's to show what they condemn you to after you're put in the box. It has to truly matter when he does. Most people might not have known you were fucking them. And to let everyone hear would be far too delicious an opportunity to pass up. And Smiley and he can now work with that desire at the forefront; make you as loud as possible
Both Creatures know you'll never be welcomed back after that. Though, plenty might think it's all unwanted on your part and that instills fresh fear in the humans too. So two birds with one stone. Or three, because Boyd's right there and they can't possibly not fuck with him.
I actually have an ask to explore reader being put in the box :)
It's such a good idea. I'm almost jealous of you both, like why didn't I come up with this 😔
Still going to say there's spoilers for season 4 just to be sure.
Creatures x Female! Reader
But mostly Smiley and some Cowboy and Handbag lady
Warnings: Some plot. NSFW. Extremely dubious consent. Reader is more or less hit with a super aphrodisiac. Monsters being monsters. Mild objectification. Mild blood and decription of wounds.
Word Count: 3.801
The door wasn’t left open. The shamble thing thudded within its frame as the wind tugged on it. She had left everything, the whole structure, wide open, without any chance for you to protect yourself.
The talisman was gone. The nail it hung on sat empty. It hadn’t fallen, hadn’t been displaced.
It had been taken.
You leaned harder against the wall, pushing yourself up, knees knocking against one another, your thighs sliding sickeningly smoothly because of how wet you were.
That thing had to have known that you'd go here first and waste precious time.
By now, the moon touched the town, dimly lighting the thin hallway, beams shining past the smallest gaps in the blinds. It signalled the end. The beginning.
You spun, shuffling to the kitchen area as fast as you could. The quake in your body slowing your pace to a snail's. It spared not even your teeth, tooth and molar shattering together. Heat licked along your nerves. It burned. Your lower body ached to the point you wanted to shove a hand where the fire scalded the fiercest, mind zoning in and out, something more beastly crying within.
But you couldn't even do that. Your hands still sat bound behind your back.
The cramped kitchen had knives. Shoved inside the lone drawer. You could cut the rope through. Your clattering teeth pressed together, pain snapping along your jaw. You could do it. Had wasted enough time already. Soon they’d infiltrate town. Then they’d eventually come looking, realise they could get inside and—
Legs froze beneath you, toes curling. Heat pulsing so vividly, they gave out, body slumping over like wet paper. A sound stuck to your throat, forehead pressing to the cool floor. You squirmed, trying to stand again. Shame shot the ache all the deeper as you tried, your body nearly presenting itself with how your hips lifted up, chest pressed into the ground.
To no one. To anyone. Anything.
As long as it cooled your body down, and, settled the pain in your loins, why would it matter who fucked—
A screech permeated from the forest pressed to your house, pouring ice alongside the heat.
As if they could sense someone was in distress.
God—
You needed—needed to hide. It would go away. Even as it stripped your sanity off one sliver at a time, the heat would stop. That thing’s power couldn't just remain. You only had to hang on. The binds could wait. Your safety could not.
With difficulty, you shuffled your knees beneath you. And when you finally rose—
Something thudded outside. Quiet. Rhythmic.
The old, splintered wood creaked under the weight of footsteps. They roamed, then paused. Long enough that dread left its growing taint. It knew.
It knew, it knew, it knew—
You pushed yourself forward as boards shattered somewhere in your unwanted home—the living room, or the small study attached to it. Clattering to the ground as they were shredded from the already broken window.
With a sway in your steps, you stumbled forward. Back to the bedroom. The room furthest from the sound. Your mind spun, tried to grasp beyond the keening need. For a place to hide. A plan. A way to remove the binds.
Whichever monster it was, it kept quiet after the violent entry. Shoes slowly tapping around, muffled by the walls. As if it knew you were even slower. Compromised.
Maybe it did. They could smell disturbingly well. Smelled the dried blood from a scraped knee from beyond the door once.
Stealth would be your only ally. Not speed or strength. What you were fleeing from, you couldn’t acknowledge—Sophia’s words, their words, their stares—they implied anything but death.
Your body rushed the remaining distance on its own, panic stringing you forward.
The steps neared the door that led to the hallway. Your eyes darted over the bedroom, the closet which could fit a person, the bed with enough space beneath, the window—
The window.
Before you could think, you stumbled to the lamp on your bedside table. An ugly, sturdy thing with peonies on its body. It would serve a better goal now. Twisting to grab it, your fingers managed to clamp on in time with that door slowly creaking open.
Without thinking you ripped it loose, momentum on your side when sweat slick fingers slipped off.
The thing flew and crashed into the window, thin glass shattering, nicking wallpaper and curtains as they clinked to the ground like raindrops.
Your breath had stopped somewhere along the way. Quiet fell over the house. Then the steps thundered, whispered, thundered down the hall.
To the bedroom.
Your body flew after the lamp, uncaring for the shards still within the frame. The world spun, stars spanning over your vision in stripes until your face hit grass, pain shooting up your cheekbone.
A whimper crawled itself up your throat—pained, wanton—spilling like condemnation into the cool night. The breeze tugged at your dress, still miraculously clinging to your chest. It brushed over your feverish skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
Getting up was even harder this time. Even though—
You tugged on the binds, a small shock pulsing through your heart. The rope gave away with fresh blood streaming over your wrists. Planting them to the ground, you began to straighten, looked up and—
Locked in place.
Eyes peered down at you from the window. Bored into yours. But that was impossible.
He—
The shirt was different, white where it used to be flannel. Everything else was near identical. The red hair. The too wide grin.
—was supposed to be dead.
The body had been burned.
His hands planted themselves on the frame, fingers so human pressing into broken glass carelessly.
It snapped something within.
Adrenaline poured along the fire. Your head felt like it would roll off, fog creeping in to replace your brain.
The chuckle of the creature was left behind as legs kicked off. Your arms flailed beside your body, trying to keep balance. You pushed forward one step at a time. The roar in your head didn't hide the thud somewhere behind you. The glass crunching undershoe.
Your palm met the side of your home, heart racing, lungs aching for breath.
But what felt like seconds were actually minutes. Your brain deluded itself that you moved quickly, and when you peered behind—
An arm already snared around your waist. Your body gave out the instant weight settled against you. Your starved skin cried out, latching onto the warmth. The limbs settling over your falling form. Your jaws clashed together, tongue stuck between snapping teeth. Iron spilled over your tongue.
You tried to struggle, something inside purring when warm hands stroked over your shoulders and your bare upper back. Appreciatively. You screamed internally. Tried to remember the blood that coated those very same hands. Tried to stop the wetness between your legs. Keeping them closed despite instinct begging to spread them.
“How unique.”
The soft spoken creature lifted you up, moving you until you sat splayed in his lap, back to his chest. Your dress rode too low down your thighs, making you pull it straight. Shock shot up your spine when he shifted beneath you. You knew what sat pressed against you. Couldn’t fully comprehend it.
“I think I understand now—who did this to you.”
The polite tone left you guessing as to his intentions. Words tried to form in your head, twisting into desires you didn't dare risk uttering. You clamped your teeth together in the hope it would still the need, pressing your stinging tongue to the roof of your mouth.
“You must be in so much pain.” His cheek pressed against yours, arms curling fully around you to keep you close. He reached to cradle a wrist, turning it to see the rope burns and the one sharp cut at the side. His thumb rubbed at the blood below the slits, smearing it. “You should’ve waited. I might’ve kept you to myself. But you always liked to complicate things,” he whispered, a hint of hunger beneath.
“But I can still have you to myself for a little longer.” A smile curled into the words. "It's only fair.”
That’s when it registered. More footsteps. Distantly shuffling along the road behind you, below the howling wind. Multiple sets.
Smiley, who should be dead, should be ashes, stood abruptly. A gasp escaping you when he dragged you up with him. Your feet hardly grazed the ground as he pulled you along, further past the house. The force jostled your body, gravity melding you firmer into his. Fresh warmth trickled down your thighs.
A cry for help tried to leave you. Only for it to come out as a wordless gasp. No one would've heard you anyway. The house was too far from others. Too deeply pressed against the forest. And the ones who would hear had no intentions of helping you.
The light of town started to fade as he entered the forest. The pace he set was brisk. Quicker than usual. A little faster and it could be called a jog. Fear twisted at your gut, sensing his excitement. Even as heat gnawed eagerly at your loins.
His tight grip pressed uncomfortably on your ribs. “Please,” you managed between the breaths squished from your lungs. His chest reverberated against you with a low chuckle.
“Almost.”
A shape neared, forming into the cabin you sometimes retreated to. A spare mattress sat in it. Pretense telling you it was possible to hide from the creatures by swapping sleeping places every now and then.
And now it would be used for—
You pressed your eyes shut, a whimper falling from your mouth. The rapid gait slowed to a stop before the cabin. You had expected him to rip the door open, but he gently set you down on unstable feet before it. His grip moved to your shoulders, thumb too close to your pulsing artery.
“Open the door.”
Your brows furrowed. You tentatively craned your head, met the intensity of his gaze.
“Can’t you?”
The grin twisted darkly. “I want you to do it.”
The heat whispered to listen. The cold of the wind escalated the fear not to. Your wrist ached when you reached, cuts pulsing, numbed by the worser agony coiling in your core.
And you needed—
Wanted that strength. That wildness. The promise in his eyes that said he’d leave you a mess.
The door fell open with nary a pull, wind ripping the work from your hands as it soared. A hand snapped around the frame before it could slam into the cabin’s side. As if he truly meant to keep you to himself. More heat boiled inside you at that, a part of you longing for that quiet claim.
He pressed forward immediately, crowding you inside. The door shut behind him. Quietly. Sending shivers down your spine. There would be no escaping now. You found you didn't entirely want to anymore.
There was scarcely any light. You twisted to face him. Enough to see the shape of a hand closing in. Soft pads trailed along your cheeks.
“What do you want?”
You froze. They brushed lower, down the side of your neck, your shoulder, clasping you there, thumb rubbing gentle circles in soft flesh.
“I—” Your voice shook. That part that screamed and raged and pleaded for this to stop formed into desperation. Your fingers curled, twitching to shove them inside yourself. But why would you when he could be—
“Want you i-inside,” you slurred, tongue thick, words shaped by quiet agony.
The moon kept his face in the shadows, his tall frame avoiding the dim shine from low windows.
The grip softened. Tightened. Then—
You gasped as you tipped over for all but a second. Then fell on the mattress, weight settling atop you immediately after. Instinct had you fight, hands pushing at the chest above you, the pain that would surely come—
His quiet chuckle broke over your skin in boiling heat, legs closing, rubbing against his thighs.
“I like seeing you this way.”
Lips pressed to yours. Firm. Too hard. As if this was foreign to him. New. You tried to twist away, only for him to crane your face back, angling you the way he wanted. He moved against you, unhurried, slow. Like the way he hunted. He licked at you, entering your mouth too easily for you to say it was unwanted.
And like a dam, the heat spilled over. You arched into him, tugging on his clothes. Sliding down his chest to reach for his zipper. Only to meet his belt. Your fingers slid over it, trying to unclasp the thing without success. You whined against him, bucking up like an animal.
He chuckled, parting from you to make quick work of the buckle, poised unnaturally over you while doing so. The lack of strain should be a turn off. It only made you clench.
The second you could, you pulled his pants down. Enough to free his length. He let you, dipping his head to lick a long stripe along the column of your throat. You bit at your lower lip, flesh rippling beside you to form jagged blades for teeth that snagged on your skin. You couldn't care less right now. Needed that ache to go away. Your fingers found him, hard, long, and took him in your hand.
“Inside,” you whined, slipping your soaked underwear aside. Trying to guide him to your heat.
The tip barely grazed you. The creature retreated a little, likely studying you as usual. You almost didn't notice, too focussed on wriggling yourself against him. A frustrated groan, edging close to a sob, left you when he hovered just shy from where you needed him.
You didn’t even get a chance to prepare before his hips suddenly snapped forward. Spearing you in one smooth motion. The deep, horrible ache spreading around him, tightening, muscles jerking. Your breath stuttered, mouth falling open. Almost cried in relief, the intrusion anything but painful. You were too wet for that.
Fabric beside your head ripped to shreds, claws tearing into the mattress. His hips pulled back—
“They’ll be here soon,” he said hoarsely.
—and roughly pistoned forward. He set a brutal pace, wet skin slapping against skin, sound after sound pushing from your body. Panting, keening, quietly sobbing. He leaned over you, his face nuzzling against your throat where blood trickled down in slow beads. A strange cross between a purr and a growl rumbling against you.
You couldn't care less. Didn't care how inhuman that was. The cock inside you wasn't.
Sliding deep, dragging over spots that had never been this sensitive before. The pace was perfectly smooth. Perfect to get lost in, your brain taking a backseat after all the stress. It forgot about the moldy scent, the creaking panels above. Only focussed on the jerk of your body, the bounce of your chest, the way you were filled so good. So hard.
He wrapped an arm under you, lifting your hips higher. You held onto him, nails embedding at his neck. The new angle let him pound even deeper, something so sensitive being hit, it had stars burst behind your eyelids.
“Oh God, yes.”
He didn’t grin. Didn’t show smugness for once. His teeth were bared against you in a snarl instead. Nails dug into your back. He snatched your wrist up, something long and wet lapping against it. Curling and twisting around open flesh. You cried out as sharp pain snapped along your limb.
“Yes, cry for me,” he murmured, something inhuman echoing through his voice.
Then he grabbed both your wrists, shoved them to the mattress and slammed into you, pushing air from your lungs. Impossibly faster, giving you no moment to breathe as every spot within lit up, snaring the coil tight.
“I missed you.”
There was not a single sign of strain in his quiet admission. No sign of being out of breath. It shouldn't make you clamp down the way it did. Shouldn’t have tears prick at your eyes as heat swallowed you whole, thighs trembling around his sides.
Shouldn't have a scream tear from your body as the whole of the heat soared into a searing high.
Teetered.
And didn’t drop.
You choked, head twisting side to side wildly. The rapid pulse of his hips left you in ecstasy and agony both, the tension pulling you taut. Cries tumbled from your lips. You tried to push against his grip, the slick of blood coating your wrists and his hands wholly.
Smiley lowered to whisper in your ear. “You’ll be ruined before they’ll have you.”
His hips stuttered as he twitched within you. Startling clarity hit you when warmth filled you in pulsing shots.
“W-wait—”
The growl that left him made you snap your teeth together. His face was no longer human. Sharp teeth snarled down at you, pressing close to your chest as he bowed forward.
Only to watch his face turn back after the pulsing stopped. Calmly. After he… After—
“You won't bear child. Not from us.”
Your eyes snapped to his, releasing the sight of where your bodies joined. Even in the dark, you saw the lack of a smile. The uncanny seriousness.
Then he pulled back, wet squelching filling the cabin. And slowly pushed back in, forcing a gasp from you. He thrusted shallowly, still hard inside you.
Footsteps neared, louder than usual. As if to announce themselves.
“Be happy with that. Some would like you pregnant more than the child that would come from it.”
“And y-you?” The question came out quietly, as if it shouldn't be spoken aloud at all.
This time, a smile did grow on his features. Twisted and fond all at once.
“I would kill it.”
Something within you recoiled. Remembered what he was. Then a pad rolled over your clit, arching your back as pleasure zapped even to your toes, curling them as heels dug in his back.
The door opened, a gust of wind snapping through the cabin, raking cold shivers over heated skin. Your head twisted, not coherent enough to recognise the two shadowy shapes in the doorway. The weight of their attention burned into you, making your hips buck into Smiley's touch.
They stepped inside, calmly, as if they hadn't stumbled upon something private.
“You kept her all to yourself,” a feminine voice spoke, a light reprimand there. Light hair, long dress. No. It had buttons. A swing coat.
The other was easier to recognize. The shape of his hat, the posture, unmistakable.
Your heart shivered behind your ribs. Stuttering as fingers pinched your clit, rolling it between them. Your eyes fell shut, head falling back. Breaths ragged.
So close.
Muscles in your belly clenched in preparation, a low keen falling from an open mouth as it overwhelmed you. Nails bit in his shoulders, fabric bunching between. Smiley’s slow push and pull your undoing—the only thing grounding you as your mind blanked, thoughts fizzling out.
Then you floated. Drifted as a distant, sobbing scream howled together with the storm raging beyond the cabin. You slumped, mind blacking out.
Sensation returned slowly, your limbs splayed around you, sweat coating your skin. The heat was still there. Bearable now.
You limbs splayed around you, cushioned by the mattress. Panting softly as your heart calmed down a little, momentarily forgetting where you were. And with whom.
A hand carded through your hair. Uncaring of the sweat.
“That was beautiful, dear.” It was the feminine voice from before. Your eyes rolled to her, only now noting you were empty, the door had shut, bodies had shuffled and two were awfully close. Her teeth glinted at you, surrounded by painted lips.
“We’d like to see it again.”
Your gaze just barely met the cowboy’s at your feet, before you were twisted, belly flat on the mattress, air stilling inside you. A slow touch wrapped around your hips, rubbing soothingly. Then pulled you up on your knees. You yelped, tried to lift yourself on all fours, but a gentle hand—a third, feminine—pressed between your shoulder blades.
“Sshh, let us do the work, yes?”
The quiet command zapped straight to your core, setting off a low quake in your legs.
The lady creature set her handbag aside. You gulped as she reached beneath the coat, flushing when she dragged her underwear down. Simultaneously, the cowboy removed your own panties, the fabric sticking stubbornly, but releasing you near eagerly.
She settled in front of you, unbuttoning the coat enough to—
A shuddering breath escaped you as their plan for you revealed itself, hot shame and excitement nearly flooring you. Her legs spread wider, the cowboy’s belt clinking too loud in the creaking cabin.
“Please,” you whispered, eyes closing, nails pushing into the fabric underneath you. “T-too much. I can’t—”
“You can,” the cowboy said, so softly it numbed you like poison. “Your little pussy’s going to be all nice and sore once we're finished with you.”
It had you clench, more wetness dripping down. Despising the thrill at being promised more.
“So sweet for us,” he purred, spreading you with his thumbs. You bit your lips trembling anew. “It’s almost a shame to unwrap such a pretty gift.”
Something wet pressed against you, paving a stripe up to your hole. Dragging a shuddering breath from you as you bucked backwards, seeking the sparks he left behind. He licked again. And again, the tip of his tongue teasing at your clit.
“You only need to be a pretty, wet thing for us now,” the lady creature murmured, unbuttoning her coat fully.
And that was the truth of it, wasn't it? Your fate in these monsters' claws was this, and this only. You told yourself it was purely fear that had you relent.
Fear that kept you pliant as he eventually grabbed your hair to steer your mouth to the lady before you. Terror that froze you when he entered from behind while your tongue lapped too enthusiastically. Goaded on and slowed by the eyes watching from the side. The nails scratching along your scalp. The hot coil of being called a good girl, sweet thing, pretty little human—
Because the truth—
The truth was impossible to accept.
To the side, with his pants back in order, Smiley stood. His words came back, spilling through a nearly gone mind. How he’d have kept you to himself.
And you believed him. He’d have let you go. Continued playing games.
These two—
Your breasts were released with a tug on the dress, body drawn up to expose them. They cupped you, felt as your chest bounced and heaved with your breath and his thrusts.
