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Ellis Stevens
One step: One step p2
Ellis helps reader adjust to life
Kenny Liu
Small talk:
Kenny and reader have a nice talk
Fatima Hassan/Stevens
Coming soon
Randall Kirkland
Coming soon
Jade Herrera
Smarts:
Jade is baffled by reader's need to keep up with studies.
How would the creature collective react to a monsterfreaker! reader, like would they be intrigued or scared? It doesn’t have to be freaky if you don’t it to be, you’re the one writing it, and you have the power /pos
Also I’m sorry I’m just really curious because I have never seen an x reader with a reader who’s a freak in this fandom
I have combined the two asks regarding monsterfucker reader, so we have the ask whether reader outfreaks the creatures and acts flirty, too! Or kinda unhinged, really…
I had fun making reader such a weirdo gwbdn
Hope you enjoy!
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How the Creatures would react to monsterfucker! reader + whether reader outfreaks them
● It wouldn't be obvious to them at first. While humans sometimes showed attraction to them, it was always to their human form. Not what lingered beneath. So they wouldn't guess that what interested you was what made them inhuman. Not the facade that let humans delude themselves the creatures were like them.
● Maybe you kept your interest a little grounded at first. To test the waters so to speak. But even then, you asked about their ‘other’ face quite a lot. Even to see it. Only to follow with more questions. Whether their skin was warm or cold. Whether they could taste or feel the way a human can. Or if breathing was necessary for them.
● You never really shied away from them. It suited them just fine. It would make you easier prey. Or so they believed.
● And of course it just so happens that you had a pretty solid room with sturdy walls. Your scent of arousal had no chance to drift towards them. They could only slowly come to realise certain things all by talking with you and studying your reactions.
● After some time you developed favorites. It was obvious in the way your eyes flickered up and down certain creatures, but only remained on the face of others. How your smile gained an edge whenever they neared, but with others it remained mostly polite.
● It solidified the idea that you were attracted to their human face. Why would they conclude anything else? They never really showed the other and all humans reacted with terror and disgust upon seeing it. You wouldn't be any different once your end came.
Meanwhile…
● You felt way too warm thinking about those creatures.
● Not because of their, admittedly, terrible human act. But everything they are. The human face and the one they rarely showed. You knew they were dangerous, of course you did. It horrendously only made them more appealing. Things you only ever fantasised about could be real if they just stopped being so murderous.
● That wretched interest showed itself through a plethora of questions. The only ‘safe’ way to interact with them, purely because there was a talisman in the way.
● Some questions were innocent enough. Others more akin to… whether they could lift up a person. And for how long. A very normal thing to ask murderous cryptics, you’d argue if anyone asked. Very sciency.
● And some Creatures were just so uncanny, so… attractive precisely because of it. That redheaded one. The lady with the headband. Those two tickled your brain all the right ways whenever they smiled their broad grins. Their facial muscles never faltered despite keeping the same expression for hours on end.
● “Do your muscles ever tire?” you asked the redhead one decisive evening. He had blinked, narrowed his eyes, said that “no, we don’t tire like you do.” And the images flashing through your mind would give Boyd a heart attack had he known.
● Why had that evening been decisive? Because you got drunk. Whatever it was you had said to the poor ginger, you weren’t fully sure, but it managed to wipe his smile off cleanly, an emotion close to shock widening his eyes. Something to do with the whole ‘holding someone up for hours on end’ and ‘turning you into an overstuffed cream bun’. Oh, and don’t forget the whole ‘putting those nasty teeth in your throat’ part.
● ...Oh well, with that out in the open, you figured it was time to come out clean and stop pretending.
With varying results…
● Smiley had initially believed you were just playing a strange game. What human would want his sharp teeth anywhere near them? Admittedly, you had always been a bit off. Curious, like him. It matched quite well. You’d ask him something and in return you’d answer a question of his own.
● He’d simply use that to his advantage and learn what you were doing… Once he had processed your words properly and the giddy excitement they instilled.
● He wasn't avoiding you, he was simply... thinking. He'll come back soon. Ready for this strange game to continue. He may not be fully aware of what a cream bun was, but he had a pretty solid guess. Maybe... he could see to extracting a clear answer—a direct answer to what you meant. No metaphors, but blunt, honest truth. He felt only more giddy at the many ways you might respond to that.
● Your next victim was a little more stupified. The Tough guy didn’t really speak, but he liked to watch you. You tended to ramble at him, acting like he was an active participant in the conversations. He did occasionally find himself nodding along or shaking his head in disagreement, pulled in by your hand movements.
● This evening was different. He studied your expression, your body language, lingering on parts he imagined squeezing between his fingers. You sighed melancholically, drawing his attention. You looked quite downtrudden much to his confusion. Watched him intently. “If only eyes could fuck,” you… bemoaned.
● He forgot to blink, becoming very still. Especially when a smirk crossed your face. “Isn’t that why you keep looking, big guy? Maybe you should use those claws to rip the wall apart. And something else,” you said with a wink, tugging on your clothes.
● That was… new. But it did help put a name to what he had been feeling. Those strange urges only you sparked within him. His eyes darted to where the talisman hung. If you were truly serious, maybe you’d willingly remove it. But he didn’t want that. He enjoyed the idea of hunting you far more. He had a feeling you’d think similarly. All he knew was that your smile excited him. And he wanted more of that.
● Your third victim was less amused. The Nurse wasn’t sure what to make of your suicidal requests. “So, like, the cap thing stays on right?” you slurred, clearly inebriated. That amount of alcohol in your system was unhealthy. You’d complain about being hungover tomorrow. “God, are you also so strong? That would be so hot.”
● Her brow ticked. The way you spoke sounded like you wanted to be… pushed around. With forceful claws. Not hands. Claws.
● What was she to do with you? She couldn’t take the bottle away from you. Nor could she stop the honest desires spilling from your mouth. Desires that made her fingers twitch, something hungry peering from behind her human face.
● It only spurred you on, eyes catching on the small signs of inhumanity like a hawk. “You’re soooo pretty, uugh.” Then you… slumping on your seat, legs splayed too far to be appropriate. Fast asleep. She’d sigh if she were human. There were others who wanted to see you tonight. She wouldn't let them. No, this sight was for her, she decided. Vulnerable and far too willing in the face of danger. It was only right she kept an eye on you while in such a state.
● The fourth Creature? He tested your claims. All those daring words. The cowboy found your claims almost adorable. Almost. It unfortunately so happened to stir up something darker that took even him by surprise.
● Your reckless behavior made him want to get his hands on you. Teach you some things about teasing monsters like them. Because that’s what you claim to want. The claws. The teeth. The danger.
● “You could leave such a nice ring of teeth on me here,” you said, pointing at your bare thigh. “How wide do you think it’d be?” Your pointer finger and thumb spread a wider over the soft flesh. “This big?”
● His sharp teeth clicked together, imagining it himself. Skin parting, blood flowing. Scabs forming and fading into a beautiful, pale scar. A reminder of who branded you.
● Your words tended to become almost musing whenever he showed his other face like this. As if you genuinely thought about it. Desired it.
● He also knew you believed they didn’t care to reciprocate your interest. You believed they wanted to kill you still. How wrong you were. That ignorance won’t spare you from their collective frustration once they get you.
You made such pretty promises…
In time they’ll find out how well you could fulfill them when they let animal instinct take over. Or whether it was mere bluffing all along.
hey ms. bee, I hope you’re well but I just got to ask
how would the creature collective react to reader being on their period? im asking because i myself is on my period and its FUCKIMG me up 💔
also completely disregard my last ask if you want yoo, i was the anon asking about more freaky cowboy creature
I did my best as I haven't suffered the agony of periods in years now and don’t fully remember how it was 😳
Even though it always sucked.
But the Creatures are a bunch of weirdos. I wouldn’t even want to be on my period around them 😭
I also decided to add freaky Cowboy to this one anyway >:)
Enjoy though!
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How the creatures would handle reader on their period
● The Creatures don't need to see the strain and fatigue surrounding your eyes. They don't need to notice the sluggishness to your movements or the way you are hiding discomfort. They can smell it already. The hormonal changes, yes, but the blood too.
● The Creatures most acquainted with you know exactly when you're nearing that time of the month where you're more vulnerable. Even before you do it yourself.
● They're aware you're more fragile during that period. Your immune system will be less strong, your emotions may be all over the place and then there is the pain.
● They can't help feeling a little excited everytime. It's a natural instinct when smelling blood and seeing pain or vulnerability. And if you're less able to reel emotions in, that gives them an advantage over you as well. They are not above using that against you if they want to derail, contain or capture you.
● In the end though, their reaction depends on which Creature and the severity of your discomfort.
A select few might distance themselves a little if you live with them.
● Like the Nurse or the Milkman. Neither wants to hurt you exactly. Has no true motivation in making you bleed. The Milkman is more inclined to leaving bruises and nicks however, unlike the Nurse.
● But that scent mixed with heady hormones... They know they are still predators at heart. And when it comes to your scent specifically, self-control can be quite difficult.
● So the Milkman shows care through bringing comfort foods instead. He knows certain teas might help with sleep and will attempt to gather ingredients for it. He isn’t too big on teabags some humans bring into the Township. He’d much rather bring fresh ingredients.
● The Nurse would occasionally check in, smothering you in soft touches and will adjust your blanket and pillow if you're lying down. She’s tempted to curl up around you if you’re in a lot of pain. And she will if she’s too distracted by your pain to feel anything regarding your blood.
● But they usually keep their distance. They silently implore you to heed the unspoken warning, because they are more vulnerable to giving in to baser urges now. Even if that's what you want, it's not what they want. Intimacy is fine to a certain extent. As long as you don’t push for more violence.
● Pushing their boundaries so they’ll lose control anyway can lead to quiet punishments afterwards. Stone walling and absence being the biggest. Their anger at your disrespect leads to them withholding things. Never necessities, but don’t expect your favorites or much affection for a while.
Other Creatures will overdramatize sympathy.
● Jasmine and the Handbag lady will quietly listen to anything you have to say. They'll agree with your grumbling complaints, giving words of understanding despite no longer remembering what it was like for them.
● At the same time, Jasmine can be unsympathetic. Or at least, she simply shows it whereas the Handbag lady doesn’t. This is how your body functions, you can only accept it.
● But she'll still offer her companionship, keeping a hand on your head as you lay down in her lap. She’ll still listen and silently guard over you if you’re bedridden. She tends to withhold from touching you too much. Though, soft kisses to your temple or cheek become more common. But full on intimacy needs to be initiated by you.
● On particularly bad days, she’ll try to find you something to cheer you up or distract you with. With a book most likely. Or tales she’s heard. Spooky rumors or stories with foolish protagonists who’ll reap what they sow.
● The Handbag lady is secretly pretty content when you’re vulnerable. She likes hoarding you in whatever den you’re at. Whether that be your bedroom or somewhere in the caves. The idea of you being in a spot she can reach, but no one else really can, thrills her. She lingers near it, always close enough to hear you if you decide to roam around yourself.
● Then she’ll basically stalk you from a distance, keep you in sight. Your blood lures her in. She knows she’s hunting you. Perhaps you do too and try to play along. If you allow it, she will hunt you properly. And if she wins, you’ll be on your back underneath her very quickly, bottom half bare before her. Exactly where you belong.
And some others still, a very rare selection, will feel awkward.
● The Tough guy is a little lost on what to do when you curl up around yourself, cramps weighing you down heavily. He'll stick to your side. Watch over you. Snapping up anything he deems a threat. But when you require things, that's where he freezes.
● Blankets or something like a plush? No problem. Food or water? Check. Though he isn’t the best at preparing anything, he’ll do his best for you.
But affection...? His brain stops.
● It's not like he doesn't know how to be gentle. But you seem so small all of a sudden. So fragilely human with this normal bodily function. Even as you push yourself to go through your day normally, a being like him can see right through your facade.
● Any affection will be stiff. Too careful where you may desire a solid embrace. He needs a lot of time, but your periods still overwhelm him every so often. He'll smell your hormonal changes, knows that time is nearing and prepares the best he can.
● Smiley is initially pretty unsure as well. Not for the same reasons, but because he thrives on banter with you. He enjoys teasing and prodding. Likes seeing how far he can go before you snap back at him.
● He’ll lie beside you. Keeping a large palm over your belly, and acting like a living hot water bottle while you suffer from cramps. He doesn't really know what you need in these moments, but tries anyway. If that means becoming your teddy bear for the time being, then so be it.
● He finds he doesn't quite like your tears when he pushes you too far while your hormones run amok. And fatigue and pain makes them only run faster.
● He's never seen you cry before. It's such a messy, human thing that he enjoys in his victims. But you aren't that.
● He likes your irritation. Frustration. Anger. All your excitement and wariness. Not this. Tears are only necessary for when he stimulates you past your limit by other means.
● It freezes his smile in place while he tries to figure out what to do now. Until it slowly drops, hands hovering by his sides. Only now does he begin to understand these monthly changes aren't fun. They're risky. Make you more unpredictable—and, like the others realised far sooner; more vulnerable in a way.
● He believed treating you the same as usual was respectful. A sign he didn’t treat you as a porcelain doll like some of his brethren. Now he sees he may have to adjust a little anyway.
● So he learns the limit. Studies your mood thoroughly. Only then is he confident of how far he can push. If he can at all. When you’re genuinely in pain or your mood is already bad, he'll be quieter, his voice softer, movements slower. All to appear less threatening.
He never wants to see you cry like that again.
And the Cowboy?
● Sorry to say it, but he sees a five-star course and hopes you’re serving, because he’s starved.
● That you’re more sluggish and potentially slightly weaker physically excites him a lot. Keeping you down is already so easy, but now you’re both softer and harder around the edges. Snippish, yet your arm sits curled where your body aches. Grumbling and snarling, but craving softness and warmth. Such contradictions draw him in.
● He wants to provide. Wants to take. And if you’re willing, he’ll be between your legs multiple times a day, licking up what you serve and serving as a distraction to your pain himself.
● Afterwards, he’ll lazily massage your thighs, your back and belly. He doesn’t even need to be inside you right now. Fully content to have tasted you at your most vulnerable.
● But sometimes his fingers linger over where your womb lays hidden beneath skin and muscle. You're asleep in his arms, resting after he’s finally finished with you. In that quiet, broken only by your breathing, he ruminates. Feeling your warmth beneath his palm, he can’t help but wonder what you’d look and smell like swollen with his child.
● but just as quickly as the thought came, he moves on. Forgets ever thinking about something so foolish.
Okay, so I see you write some freaky things (/positive), and was wondering if you would be comfortable ranking who the biggest eaters are out of the creatures? It could even be just names with no description and I would be happy, but if not it’s okay to say no I understand!!!!
I channeled the monsters' POV for this and it made it only hornier. I should do that more often I think 🤔
Anywayy, we have, like, three seperate asks in one here—
With a mix of the Creatures favorite positions, times and ways to go down anddd whether they have long tongues 😏
All in all ->
Which Creatures are the biggest eaters
● Having you on your back, squirming and staring at him with those hazy eyes is an addictive sight. Whether he allows you your movement doesn’t matter. Though, tying your limbs down with your pretty legs spread wide open has him nearly high too.
● The Cowboy loves making you look as he takes you. He has thought about fucking you in front of a mirror more than once already. Then he could fuck you from behind and still see your face contort with pain and pleasure. With Ecstasy.
● Making you turn away while he plays with you has its own charms, he admits. You can only wait and see what he plans to do to you.
● But nothing can trump this. Your hands are tightly embedded in his hair. Pushing and pulling in equal measures. Those legs of yours tremble around his head, thrown back over his shoulders as they are.
● You just woke up, still soft with sleep, your brain barely starting up. So sweet and pliant. So easy to bend and move in place.
● You had tried to fix your need all alone the day prior, thinking he wouldn’t know. He simply prevented it from being… relieving. He had brushed against you, steered you with a calm hand, fingers rubbing in the small of your back, tantalizingly close to your waistband. He kept dipping his head close enough to tempt, but never touched the way you wanted. It heated you right back up.
● But he denied you. Let you go to sleep with him on your mind. Your fingers won’t satisfy you anymore now that he became the center of your frustration. And look at you now, willingly spreading yourself open for him the instant you awoke. He barely had to do anything to have you invite his tongue on your most intimate parts.
● He drags another slow stripe along your folds, drawing the quietest whimper from your lips. Your fingers curl insistently in his hair in an attempt to guide him to your sensitive bud.
● It only makes him smirk. He lifts your lower body up, chuckling at your small gasp. Your arms go to grasp on the blankets while he keeps your part-way in the air. Unable or unwilling to struggle.
● He goes to bury his tongue deep inside you, staring down at you. And you accept it, legs locking around his head until his world becomes warm wetness and your unique taste and scent.
● You’re so good for him, allowing him to hold you up, to take his time preparing you for more despite your sluggishness. He’d tell you if he wasn’t busy devouring you.
● All this time he’d been careful with you. Slowly helping you accept the inhuman aspects about him too. Let him show you a little trick no human could ever imitate. He can’t wait to see your face when his tongue delves deeper than ever before. The startled moan when you feel his tongue change within you, growing longer, thinner, deeper, makes him tighten his grasp on your thighs.
● The way you attempted to buck into the foreign sensation made him rumble against you.
● Tomorrow, he decides, he’ll make you sit on his face. He’ll show you what he can truly do with his tongue…
● Your frustration only has him slow down more. He has you on a chair with careful instructions to keep your hands on the armrests. He kept his gaze firmly on you, studying your every reaction. Smiley expects you to fail. And not too soon after he began, your hand grasped his hair, ruining the careful way he had styled it. You tried to steer him.
● He doesn't dislike your hands in his hair. Quite the opposite. But you agreed to the rules—no hands or he’ll stop. So by all means, he should stop licking at your pretty, wet slit. He doesn't really want to. He can adapt, he supposes. If you aren’t following the rules, you’re essentially changing them, right? He can too, then.
● His attention centers on your bud. So sensitive. So easy to stimulate to the point you’d try to push him away. He wasn’t going to overstimulate you, he had said. But you weren't going to grab his hair either.
● The second you begin squirming to get away, he snaps you up. Your wetness is still pressed to his face while he wraps you up in his arms, nails biting in your thighs and cheeks, lifting you, and pushes you against the wall.
● It had been the first thing he fantasised about when he first had you before him—properly, with no barrier between—how you’d taste. Your scent already drew him in. Your potential reactions even more. What if he had never shown his desires beforehand and pressed his mouth against you, instead of the claws and teeth you expected. How would you have responded? Would you still be scared? Excited? Angry? Ashamed?
● Whatever it would have been, right now, you were squealing, well on your way to become a mess. His little human. So stupidly of the belief you could continuously demand things from him. He had let you take charge too many times it seems.
● He’ll simply rectify that mistake. Keep you up and spread and filled, tonight. With his tongue for now, tasting parts of you nearly no one else would.
● Later he might place you down again, keeping you in place with his weight. He might just feed you his length, thrusting as deep as you could handle …Or maybe a little deeper still. Until he has you gag on him. He’ll keep his tongue on you, changing between short and flat and inhumanly long. But for now, he wants to see your pretty tears roll down your cheeks as pleasure becomes too much.
● She hadn't ever done this in her human life. The sensation of soft thighs around her face was wonderful. The warm wetness on her lips even better. But what made this perfect, was you.
● The way your hips stuttered against her. The breathy moans. The slick that kept pouring over her tongue with every lap. The Nurse couldn't get enough.
● It had filled her head so many evenings and mornings as she woke and went to sleep. She had touched her lips, trying to imagine what your wetness would feel like as it slicked up her face, sticking to her cheeks. What would another woman feel like, wrapped around her fingers?
● Once upon a time, when the time to find out finally came, she had fumbled a little. She knew where to lick, but not how fast or hard. Tried to mimic the way you lapped at her, but still let you guide her. And with the way she watched you like a hawk, she learned very quickly.
● She knew exactly what you liked now. But what she likes is the way you pull her in. The legs locking her in place as she lays before you, hands keeping her close and pressing her mouth to your folds, was something akin to heaven. She could break free if she wanted to, yes. But why would she?
● The only reason she’d remove your legs was to place you on top of her, your head aligned with her own desire, your legs splayed on both sides of her own head. The sight above her is prettier than anything she’s ever seen.
● She’ll admire you for a second, taking in what she’s about to devour. Then she’ll wrap her arms around you, hands on your cheeks, and keeps you still as her tongue splits into something inhuman. Slowly, she’ll delve her tongue inside you. Dragging it even slower against your inner walls as she removes it again.
● Even if you managed to lift yourself off of her, her long tongue would still be on you. She makes sure you can’t truly escape her attention. Bending her tongue to wrap it around your nub even as you hovered above her.
● You had teased her tonight. Chosen to forgo wearing panties, waiting for her to notice. You wouldn't be leaving now that she had. The short chase you led her into only heated her desire for you more.
● She loved how you grabbed onto her thighs as the pressure built within you. Loved how you tried to lick at her, only to be distracted by the pleasure, those sweet little sounds filling the air. Your first orgasm wasn’t enough. She needed more. More of the hormones she smelled coming off you when you came. More of the wetness dripping into her mouth.
● Ending the nights like this was akin to perfection. As dawn neared and sleep called, she made sure you’d be tired enough to join her, curled up sweetly against her.
Hey queen I was going to ask a request from you that is a little on the NSFW side. You do not have to add it to your list if it makes you uncomfortable, you are the author and you make the decisions.
My request was your opinion of the creatures preferences in sharing.
To specify I mean which ones prefer privacy and which would like being watched/ watching and common pairings. (Like which of their fellow creatures they commonly share with.).
As I said you do not need to do this! It is just a request and the author always gets the final say!
I hope you are doing well! Love your work!
I handpicked a few and developed those mostly, because this would get really long otherwise.
Hopefully you'll enjoy! :D
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The creature’s thoughts on sharing
● The creatures are communal sharers when it comes to prey. But that prey dies. Played with and left broken beyond repair. You’re never supposed to. It complicates things.
● As a collective, they all want something from you—your company, time and even approval and affection. Individually, they may want different things. Some want you with them when you sleep. Another may desire the same but specifically inside their own corner within the cave, where it's just the two of you. Multiple want to… play with you.
● However… You are but one person, with limited energy and a body that can be overloaded. They need to be careful not to overwhelm.
● Usually they operate on first come first serve. That also doesn't quite work with you. Not if they mean to keep you willingly.
● Instead, they wait, they observe and note who you are drawn to most. After that, they fall into a natural order. You’ll spend most time with the ones you seek out, be that a platonic bond or not, and slowly they’ll integrate you into the collective.
● For some it’s integral that you get used to their touch. They’ll always test how far they can go, where the limits are and what they can do to ease you into your place amongst them.
● What they ask is a lot for a human. That much they can understand, despite how much fun it is to make you a little afraid every now and then.
● As for preferences… It depends on the mood.
● The Nurse may want to be intimate in a way that would feel wrong to show anyone else. She’ll want your attention on her while she devotes hers to you, her lips trailing along your throat, sternum, stomach and even lower.
● Curling up beside your naked form with an audience has always struck her as off. Not all things need to be shared when it can be just the two of you. Your fatigued body pressed to hers as she wraps you up in her arms, safe and sound.
● She likes more privacy in general. In this case, so you won’t be distracted. And while there is a charm in watching, she likes it more if you’re touching and clawing at her in need or desperation. Being present while others invoke that same response isn’t anywhere as fulfilling. Still fun, but not the same.
● If she is to share, she often searches out someone male. Having you bounce on a male, panting, thighs straining and brows knitted together while she rubs at you from behind, whispering in your ear… Yes, she enjoys that immensely.
● Another creature who likes a healthy dose of privacy is the Cowboy. There is something strange about kissing you when others are looking in. Everything else, he doesn’t mind sharing. If anything, you are the one who gets a little shy under all that attention. But kissing? Long, drawn out session with only your lips locked together, fingers grabbing onto him and your body flush against his? That’s not for sharing.
● Contrarily, he loves watching. Especially when you’re not on top, are fighting your own reactions, or are eventually flipped down and made to take. Not that you aren’t beautiful when in charge, but you don’t cry out the same way, don’t search for purchase and grip around you when reaching the brink.
● You melt beautifully, and having an audience has you either more flustered or performing more wildly. Either way, it’ll be a show he’d never forget.
● If he has to choose who to directly share you with, it’ll be the Handbag lady. Their desires align well, both enjoying putting you in your place or simply taking care of you. Tying you up, playing with cutting off your senses, seeking where pleasure and pain meet. That his lady friend likes dressing you up, just to turn you into a mess isn’t so bad either.
● The Tough guy is a little different. He enjoys having an audience. Doesn’t care who as long as they desire you as well. Having someone watch as he slowly picks you apart or roughly pounds you into the floor has his non-existent blood boil.
● Getting carried away is a risk when you cry out for him, your body taking him in even deeper. Those hungry eyes on you stir up a competitive streak within him. A sense of heady victory when he is the only one claiming you.
● He’ll growl at anyone getting too close. Not necessarily because he doesn’t want them touching you, but because he wants them to know he’ll fight to remain buried deep within your warm body. If they want a turn, they’ll have to wrestle you away from him. And he loves it when they try, so long as you do too.
● Occasionally, he does want true privacy with you. Not specifically to be intimate. He simply wants to be near, and be the one watching and listening as you do your own things. He’ll touch you softly if you do want intimacy, more gentle without an audience. He won’t grip to bruise, won’t slowly sink his teeth into your flesh or drag a nail down the center of your chest.
● Like nearly every other creature, showing genuine softness to a human in each other's presence feels strange. These moments are special.
● And of course, there are moments, if you are willing, where they all come together. Circling you. Trapping you. Testing your limits. Yes, they’ll be taking breaks when you’re close to shattering under the constant barrage of demanding monsters. They'll make sure you drink and eat as they deplete your energy and drain your blood.
● But if you’ll have them, they’ll collectively bear down on you for hours on end. Until you can’t take more, until sleep takes you from them, your slumbering body gently cleaned, bandaged and clothed. None will leave your side.
