Ensnared pt. 2
Part 1
Decided to make a follow up :)
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.
—were never going to let you go free.
