When One Kind Of Monster Captures Another Kind Of Monster - Tumblr Posts
A sketch of my oc Trouble by @elgrajaz Lookit this innocent lil cryptid angel baby. He could never, would never, ever be the tiniest bit naughty. Love bites are affection, not violence. Plz do not muzzle or chain up. Ch 4 of Overcome is up on Ao3.
Excerpt:
“I’m going to ask you some questions. You can nod or shake your head to answer.”
Trouble held his captor’s gaze as he nuzzled the man’s fingers, then rubbed his cheek against his shoulder. The leather of the gag strap whispered against the cotton of Trouble’s shirt, but didn’t give.
“No. The gag stays in. You don’t need to talk to tell me if your answer is yes or no.”
Trouble whined softly and repeated the fruitless gesture to shift the gag. His ears drooped as stared up at the other man, cheek shy of touching his fingers again.
“Are you doin’ this on purpose?” He was gentle as he stroked Trouble’s jaw. “I asked you to be good, not sweet.”
Trouble whimpered and leaned into his touch, exposing more of his neck for caresses. He closed his eyes as they filled with tears. When he opened them, he breathed in sharply around the gag; his captor was so close he could taste the scent of his breath. Trouble’s exhale shuddered as he touched their noses together. His whine went high-pitched and warbly as lips brushed against his own. He jerked involuntarily against the straps, returning as much as he could.
“Hold...still...”
A picture by @elgrajaz of his oc creepy guy being cautiously comforted by my oc Trouble. Chapter 6 of Overcome is up on Ao3.
Excerpt:
“YOU UNGRATEF--”
“Careful,” Trouble interrupted, meeting the stranger’s gaze. He rested his claws against the captive’s throat. “I wouldn’t want my hand to slip.”
“Mm, mmph...”
“S-stop!”
“Someone could get hurt,” Trouble added, struggling to control his breathing. He tilted his head, resting his temple against the young man’s cheek. “I can’t believe I didn’t smell him on you. He’s very sweet.” He smirked as his captor’s eyes bulged. He made a show of burying his nose in blue hair and inhaling deeply.
“Let go of him.”
“I told you I could find my own meal.”
“He’s not for you.”
“Oh?” Trouble raised an eyebrow. “You’ve returned so quickly and I don’t see anyone else with you. Did you even mean what you said about taking care of me?” he demanded, pressing in with his fingertips so the captive’s skin dimpled around his claws.
Art by @elgrajaz of Trouble. He enjoys getting handsy with his food. The roped up cowboy, Paris, is a former victim and an oc of the artist. Gotta read Revenge if you wanna find out what happened to Paris. Ch 11 of Overcome is up on Ao3. Git you sum.
“Eff?” he whispered, looking up at him with a small smile.
“What is it?”
Trouble motioned with his free hand for F to lean in closer.
“What’s the matter?” F’s brow was furrowed. “You’re so quiet. Are you tired, or thirsty?”
This time, Trouble tangled his fingers in F’s hair as he pulled him into a kiss. It took a conscious effort to be gentle; he was so accustomed to biting. When F returned the kiss, Trouble whined softly, lips parting. He shivered as F’s spicy scent flooded his nose and mouth. His fingers slipped free of F’s hair so he could drape an arm around his neck instead.
“Hey.” F pulled back enough to get word out, leaving them both panting into each other’s faces. “You’re supposed to be restin’.”
“‘M lying down,” Trouble replied at once, ears relaxed back and eyes glassy.
“I meant,” F tried to straighten, but the arm around his neck flexed to keep him close, “you shouldn’t be movin’ around.”
“Then don’t make me,” he mumbled. “Come lie down.”
“What?”
“Eff.” Trouble wanted to sigh as F tensed up, but he stroked the side of his neck instead. “Don’t you like kissing me?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not,” he insisted, smiling. “You won’t.”
Art by @elgrajaz to remind you of where things started between his oc Creepy guy and my oc Trouble. Catching and caring for your own cryptid is no easy task, and Creepy is doing his very bestest. Check out ch 14 of Overcome and see what happens when Trouble gives his captor a nudge in a different direction.
“What’s the longest you’ve ever kept someone alive while you fed off them?”
“I don’t know. A week? Maybe a little more?” Trouble sighed and ran a finger along F’s jawline. “What does it matter? In the end, I always kill them, and I haven’t had to hide from search parties ever since.”
“What if they couldn’t get away and you could feed off them forev--”
“Eff.” Trouble put his hand over F’s mouth and turned his head until their eyes met. “I don’t want to talk about this.”
“Mm?” F shook off Trouble’s hand. “I’m tryin’ to figure out how to take care of you. You have to tell me this stuff.”
“It’s embarrassing,” Trouble whined, hiding his face in F’s shoulder.
“Why kill them if you don’t need to in order to feed?”
“I don’t know,” he snapped, sulky again, “why do you wolf down raw chunks of bodies out of a pile instead of cooking it and using a knife and fork?”
“...that’s how I eat?”
“Exactly my point, Eff.” Trouble’s irritation faded enough that he leaned his head back on F’s shoulder. “I won’t tell you how to eat, so don’t do it to me.”
“But how do I feed you if you don’t tell me how you eat?”
“Hmm.” A corner of Trouble’s mouth lifted as ran his palm down F’s chest. “I could show you...”
Art by Alectric of my oc Trouble, who has been the goodest boy and followed all of his captors rules. If you need proof, ch 15 of Overcome is ready.
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“I know y-you’re there.” Paul’s voice wavered as he clutched his hands together at this throat.
“Please don’t scream. I’m not here to hurt you.” Trouble moved onto his knees and unbelted the blindfold, lifting it off Paul’s eyes.
“You,” the human gasped softly, unable to shrink back.
“Call me Trouble.” He grinned and winked. “Do you want out of here, Paul?”
“...n-no.” Paul’s eyes were huge with fear. “W-why would I want that? I’m b-being taken care of.”
Trouble rolled his eyes. “Eff’s not here. He went out to get you food.” He set the blindfold aside. “I thought you needed to use the bathroom?”
“I can hold it.” Paul looked away, blushing. “Y-you shouldn’t be here.”
“Because I’m a liar and I could tear you to pieces?” he scoffed. “If I wanted that, you’d already be dead.” Trouble stood, grimaced, and held out a hand to Paul. “Are you coming, or not?”