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pairing: The Creature/Reader AKA Adam Frankenstein/F!Reader
word count: 5,097 words
warnings/content: smut, fluff, explicit, porn with plot, cunnilingus, first time sex, premature ejaculation, size difference, explicit consent
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"Can I speak to you privately for a moment?"
You found yourself in-between the waking world and the unconscious one, and stood before a man that seemed eerily familiar to you. Tight dark curls came down past his ears, his skin was a golden-brown hue, and his dark eyes were filled with exhaustion. His gaze lingered on you as he waited for your reply, and his hands were clasped behind his back.
You only nodded, and began walking side by side with the stranger towards a building in the distance. You tried to determine what it was, but it looked like it had been destroyed in some sort of explosion.
"It seems you have done what I could not. I was a fool to not take note of you at the wedding, you are a true beauty." The man said, and you finally realized who had wormed his way into your dreams.
Victor Frankenstein.
"You were more than a fool. You were a monster." You argued, stopping dead in your tracks to face your beloved's creator. Victor's face hardened immediately, his jaw twitching as he met your gaze.
"Perhaps, but that does not matter. I owe a debt that I will be paying for a long time. Believe it or not, I died regretting my actions, and I wish to make it right." Victor explained, unclasping his hands and revealing a pair of red gloves. Fitting, you figured, due to how much blood was on his hands.
"How do you plan on doing that?" You challenged, crossing your arms and glaring at the spirit before you. Victor narrowed his eyes, before gesturing to the charred building that loomed on the horizon.
"That is where he was born. He awoke alone while I slept, believing I had failed. Later he told me he couldn’t live alone, and begged for a companion. I denied his request, and believed the possibility of such a thing would die with me. I was wrong." Victor droned on, and your heart twisted as you briefly imagined Adam watching you grow old and wither away.
"My brother managed to send a comprehensive copy of my process to my old friend and colleague, Henry Clerval. I doubt he's left Edinburgh, and he may even be teaching at the school we went to." Victor explained, a somber smile flashing across his features for a moment.
"What do you want from me?" You finally asked, wishing to return to the waking world and away from the man who nearly ruined your life.
"You love him, that is not difficult to see. I dare to assume that you love him enough to become the companion I could not create. If you wish to spend eternity with him, find Henry, and he will give you both what I could not." Victor commanded, before turning his back to you and walking towards the dilapidated tower. You wanted to chase after him and demand more answers, but you felt the dream begin to slip away—
Your eyes shot open as you regained consciousness, wincing at a nagging headache throbbing in your temples. You blamed Victor for your mild hangover as you sat up and looked around the cottage. Your heart hammered in your chest, and a scary realization began to wash over you: Adam was gone.
You flew out of bed without another thought, accidentally burying Olive underneath a pile of blankets in the process. You rushed over to the window trying desperately to see if he had gone outside for any reason, but you failed to see his vast form anywhere amidst the snow-covered landscape. Your stomach flipped over as you rushed over to the front door, attempting to shove your feet into your fur boots.
Your mind was racing as you began to throw on your coat, trying your best to keep your hands from shaking as you replayed the dream you had over and over in your head. Had you overstepped the night before? Was the dream an omen? You were sure that Adam had enjoyed himself, especially given how eager he had been to return the favor.
You flung the front door open and let out a surprised yelp as you nearly ran face first into— Adam.
"Gods! Adam! Where were you?!" You demanded shrilly as Adam began to gently guide you back into the house, closing the door behind the two of you.
"I was feeding the animals for you... I did not want to wake you." Adam explained as he began to pull off his outer layers. You pressed your hand to your chest in an attempt to calm your racing heart, thankful that Adam was safe.
He seemed to take note of your frazzled state, his movements slowing as he met your gaze. "Are you alright?" Adam asked, his eyes flickering with worry.
"Yes... you just scared me. I thought you... I thought you left." You admitted, shame engulfing you. You knew that was a foolish notion, given how deep your bond had developed in the time spent with one another.
Adam's expression softened as he stepped forward and enveloped you in his embrace. His comforting scent of pine, earth, and herbs wafted over you as you clung to him tightly. You never wanted to let go...
"I wish to be nowhere else but at your side. I am sorry for frightening you." Adam mumbled into your hair, before placing a tender kiss on your forehead. For a moment, your headache almost went away.
You squeezed him again before replying, "It's alright. I'm just glad you're here."
You began to pull away from him, but it was clear that Adam had no intention of letting you go. His eyes were burning with hunger and affection, and kept darting back down to your lips. You decided to indulge him as you pressed your lips to his. You would never tire of his needy whimpers, nor his iron-like grip instinctively locking around your waist to keep you in place. The two of you tasted each other for what seemed like an eternity, before you finally pulled away.
"Are you hungry?" You asked wistfully, tucking a strand of chestnut hair behind Adam's ear. He hummed and seemed to contemplate an answer for a moment, leaning forward to purposefully bump his nose into yours.
"I suppose. I wish to taste you..." Adam replied, his voice barely above a whisper as he began to pepper soft kisses over your jaw. You wondered for a moment where he would've learned that... until you realized you had done the exact same thing to him not even a day ago.
"Let me cook us breakfast and then we can pick up where we left off, is that alright?" You negotiated, despite the pleading look Adam was giving you through his lashes. He let out a small disappointed huff, before nodding in agreement and releasing you from his grasp.
The both of you hung your coats back up and removed your boots, setting them side by side near the front door. You made your way over to the kitchen and pondered on what you wanted to eat.
"Oatmeal or scrambled eggs?" You asked your usual question of what Adam would prefer to eat.
"Eggs if you do not mind." Adam answered predictably, crouching down to give Olive her usual morning pets. You hummed your reply as you began heating a pan over the stove, collecting four eggs from a basket in your pantry.
"How do you make them? Scrambled eggs?" Adam suddenly asked, his heavy footsteps approaching as you began to break an egg on the ledge of a large bowl.
"Oh, it's simple! You just break your eggs, mix the yolk and the whites together, and then season them however you like! Then you just pour them into a hot pan and cook them!" You explained as you continued cracking the eggs.
"May I try?" Adam asked, his eyes flashing with hope as you paused. Was he wanting to learn how to cook breakfast for you? The thought alone was enough to make you smile and chew your lip.
"Sure! Two firm cracks should do the trick." You said, placing the egg into Adam's large palms and stepping back to give him better access. Adam gave you an unsure glance, before tapping the egg too gently against the bowl. You suppressed a giggle as Adam's brow pinched in confusion, like he expected the egg to explode on impact.
"Try again, just a little harder this time." You encouraged Adam, not wanting him to give up. Hell, sometimes you couldn't even crack an egg on the first try.
He only let out a grunt in reply as he whacked the egg against the bowl a second time, successfully cracking the egg open and letting the yolk plop into the bowl. You cringed as you saw a couple pieces of eggshell fall into the bowl, and took it upon yourself to lean past Adam and fish them out with your finger.
"Are eggshells bad for you?" Adam asked suddenly, placing the rest of the broken eggshell into the trash.
"Not necessarily, just a bit jarring to bite into. Are you ready to scramble?" You asked, handing Adam a fork to mix the eggs with. He nodded and began to whisk the yellow mixture together, slowly at first, then he began picking up the pace as you collected the seasonings you typically used.
You sprinkled in salt, pepper, and a touch of nutmeg into the bowl before giving Adam a thumbs up; satisfied that everything was thoroughly combined. He beamed at you, glowing with pride as he stepped back to let you grab the bowl.
You set the bowl down near the stove before grabbing a stick of butter and cutting a sliver of it to toss into the pan. A soft sizzling sound filled the air as the butter started to melt. You glanced over your shoulder and gestured for Adam to come closer. He shuffled forward, lingering just behind you as you began pouring the mixture into the pan.
"We'll just pour the eggs into the pan and then we stir them until they're done cooking." You instructed as you turned from the steaming mixture to dig in a drawer for the wooden spatula you usually used. You passed it off to Adam and watched as he slowly pushed the eggs around.
You then made your way back over to the pantry to grab a loaf of bread. You kept your eye on Adam while you began preparing slices for toast, and felt joy wash over you at how Adam took to cooking like a fish in water. A small smile was flickering across his face, like he couldn’t believe that he was allowed to help you.
This was what he deserved, to be safe and sound. Your mind wandered back to the dream that came to you in the night. Why on earth would you want to leave this behind? Irritation began to bubble up inside you at the nerve of Victor’s spirit. Why now? The request sounded like guesswork at best, assuming that Henry Clerval was still even in Edinburgh.
Adam calling your name and asking if the eggs looked done pulled you out of your wandering thoughts, and you whirled around to see that they were indeed close to being fully cooked.
"Those are coming along nicely! Will you set the table?" You requested, gently taking the spatula from Adam's hands. He hummed in reply and turned to collect silverware from a drawer.
Soon the food was made, the table was set, and you both were settling into your usual spots at the table. You uttered your usual prayer, then tried a bite of the eggs you had made together. You knew they tasted sweeter because Adam had helped make them, and you didn't even mind the occasional crunch of eggshells that you missed.
You glanced at Adam, who was busy shoveling mouthfuls of egg into his mouth. He let out a small breath through his nose as he began chewing, smiling at you with cheeks that reminded you of a chipmunk. As he began to chew, you heard a small crunch, and nearly choked on your eggs with laughter at Adam's reaction. His eyes widened as his jaw immediately locked into place, and he too let out a small chuckle.
"I see what you mean, about eggshells being... jarring." Adam mumbled past his mouthful, his fingers reaching up to cover his mouth as he spoke.
You smiled and nodded, your mind suddenly coming back to the request that Victor's spirit gave you. He hadn't been wrong, you were most definitely in love with Adam. But were you ready to leave this world behind? What about your brother? Did you wish to say goodbye to him, or to elope and disappear without a trace? There were simply too many variables to take in, too many unknowns for you to navigate.
Adam placing his hand on yours brought you back to reality, and when you met his gaze guilt washed over you. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were full of concern as he asked, "You are not acting like yourself. Is everything alright?"
You stiffened for a moment, not wanting to reveal this stress-inducing information to Adam. Especially not when he was finally seeming to open up and becoming comfortable with you. So you blinked rapidly and gave him a reassuring smile.
"Yes, I apologize. I had too much alcohol last night, and my head just hurts a little." You half-lied, avoiding Adam's gaze as you took a small bite of your breakfast. Adam's face faltered as he pulled his hand away, like he was thinking of how to reply.
"You... should have told me. I could have made you breakfast." Adam said, surprising you. He was right of course, in more ways than one, but there was no going back now.
"You're right." You responded quietly, forcing yourself to finish the last of your eggs. When you started to stand to begin cleaning up, Adam echoed your action, beating you to the chase and quickly scooping up all of the dishes at the table.
"I'll clean up. You rest." Adam said firmly, nodding towards the bed before rushing over to the sink. You stood there for a moment, mouth agape from the shock of Adam being so... direct with you. You then reluctantly made your way over to the bed, still grappling with your internal conflict. It was then you realized that the morning had been so hectic you never even changed into your regular clothes, you'd just been wandering around in a sheer nightgown for gods know how long.
You looked back up at Adam, whose back was turned to you as he washed the dishes quietly. You thought about how handsome he had looked the night before, with a flush spread across his cheeks and his smile glowing in the firelight. Did he still wish to give you pleasure the way you had done to him the night before?
Adam finished cleaning up the mess relatively quickly, while you settled on the edge of the bed. You stared down at your feet, your mind bouncing between the conflict of your dream and the aching need to have Adam in-between your legs.
It wasn't until Adam sat next to you that you finally snapped out of your disassociation, turning to look at him. His face was neutral, making it difficult to determine if he was concerned or upset with you. Adam's hand then reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and as you leaned into his touch he cradled your cheek in his palm.
"How bad is the pain?" Adam suddenly asked, his eyes darting over you in worry.
"Not bad. Just annoying more than anything." You replied quickly, not wanting to worry Adam any further. He let out a soft hum in reply, starting to pull his hand away much to your dismay. You quickly took it back into your grasp, guiding it to the center of your chest to let him feel your heartbeat.
"Do you still wish to continue our... lesson from last night?" You asked, grinning as Adam's eyes widened in surprise.
"Only if you feel well enough to." Adam replied without hesitation, his fingers twitching and slightly tugging at the sheer fabric of your gown. You wished for him to rip the gown off of you and to take you until you forgot your own name. But you knew he was not ready for that, not yet anyway.
"I do, I promise." You reassured Adam as you released his hand to stand. You then began to slip the nightgown off of your body, letting it fall to the ground around your ankles. You suppressed a shiver as goosebumps erupted over the entirety of your naked body.
You sat back down at the edge of the bed, leaning back on your elbows and spreading your legs for Adam to see. "Kneel before me, and I will show you what to do." You told Adam gently, to which he sank to his knees and settled between your legs. Adam's hands found your thighs immediately, keeping them locked in place for him to admire your sex. His head tilted curiously, eyes wide with wonder as he seemed to take in every detail before him.
"W-Where do I begin?" Adam questioned suddenly, looking up at you briefly before maintaining his gaze between your legs. You let out a soft chuckle, understanding that it was probably overwhelming to look at.
"Well, gently touch an area and I will tell you what it is, and how you can touch it." You replied, wondering how quickly Adam would catch onto your body language.
Adam inhaled deeply, as if preparing himself for the task before him. He hesitantly reached out his hand and his two index fingers gently pressed against your bundle of nerves, forcing you to bite your lip to hold back a moan. How did he find your clitoris immediately when the only other man you'd been with had to be guided to it?
"That... is the clitoris. It is very sensitive, but feels lovely when stimulated correctly." You explained as Adam pulled away. He let out a soft hum in reply, causing butterflies to take flight in your belly.
“How should I stimulate it?” Adam asked, looking back up at you curiously.
“There are many ways, let me show you.” You offered before snaking your right hand down to demonstrate how you would pleasure yourself. You were already wet, simply looking at Adam often did that to you. Your ring and middle finger began to draw tight circles around your clit for a few moments, before pulling away.
Adam gingerly poked your moist entrance, pulling his hand back and examining the clear liquid coating his finger closely.
“Is this the lubricant you spoke of?” Adam inquired, his gaze finding you once more. It took you by surprise that he remembered that detail from your lesson yesterday.
“Yes.” You answered, feeling your aching need for Adam's touch growing by the second.
You watched in shock as Adam lifted his finger to his mouth and tasted your essence. A deep purr rumbled in his throat, before his eyes met yours and he asked, "May I taste?"
You could only nod, words failing you as you watched Adam bury his head between your thighs and drag a long lick over your throbbing center. A small gasp escaped your lips, causing Adam to pull away suddenly. His eyes met yours, silently asking if your reaction was from pain or pleasure.
"Please... keep going." You urged on, your chest heaving as you clung to the soft blankets beneath you.
The smile that spread across Adam's face nearly brought you to completion right then and there, before he picked up where he left off. Adam lapped at your folds steadily, his palms gripping onto your thighs tightly. At first they were unsure, uneven strokes, before Adam began gently circling his tongue around your clit. You let out a soft moan as your eyes fluttered shut, your back arching as pleasure blossomed in your lower belly. You saw stars when Adam began to suck on your clit with a near perfect amount of pressure, groaning into your dripping cunt like he couldn't get enough of you. He switched from sucking and licking interchangeably, looking up at you each time to see how you reacted. Gods, how was he learning so fast?
Adam pulled back only for a moment, admiring your slick folds for a moment before dipping his finger into you, curling it up and touching something absolutely devastating inside you. Your whole body tensed as you let out a groan of gratification, your thighs surely would've clamped around Adam's head if his hands weren't holding them in place.
"You taste like heaven." Adam murmured before resuming his work, flicking his tongue across your swollen nub and beginning to pump his finger in and out of you.
"Gods—Adam! P-Please don't stop!" You cried out, your hand shooting down to grip onto his hair to keep him from pulling away. You began bucking your hips up into his sweet tongue, craving as much contact as possible. You were growing drunk on the heat and pressure of his mouth. Adam obeyed your command, steadfastly feasting upon you all while curling his finger into that divine spot that set your body ablaze. His performance wasn't perfect, occasionally the pressure would be too light or too harsh, but slowly a building tension began to form deep within your belly.
Your orgasm came quicker than expected, shooting through your body like lightning and making you completely forget about your dream. You could only think about how blessed you were to have Adam's head buried between your legs. A strangled cry escaped your mouth as your thighs finally clamped down around Adam's face, though he didn't seem to mind as you rode out your orgasm.
The world slowly pieced itself back together around you, and your trembling thighs finally released Adam's face as he pulled back with a small gasp. You immediately sat up and cupped his face as he knelt before you, wanting to make sure he was alright.
Adam pulling you into a heated kiss answered your question as you tasted your own salty nectar on his lips. You both groaned into each other's mouths as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your body slowly coming down from the high of receiving such pleasure. You pulled away to ask, "Do... Do you wish to continue?"
"Need you even ask?" Adam replied, pushing you back slightly for him to rise to his feet. You watched as he tore his shirt off, revealing that body that you admired so deeply. Adam then moved onto his trousers, and you were pleased to see that he was already erect. You leaned forward to help him yank both his trousers and undergarments off, leaving you both naked before one another.
You would never tire of seeing his body, every inch was a feast for your eyes. You pulled him into another kiss, earning a soft whimper from him as he laid on top of you in the bed. His body dwarfed yours in size, caging you in as his hands caressed your curves.
The two of you broke apart for air, and Adam finally asked, "Are you certain about this?"
You pressed a kiss against his lips before using his own reply, "Need you even ask?"
Adam let out a groan at your reply, dipping his head into the crook of your neck to plant tender kisses here and there. You felt his throbbing tip grazing your wet slit, causing you to feel dizzy for a moment at the thought of Adam being inside you. You had barely been able to fit his member in your mouth the night before, making you pray that the foreplay was enough to prepare your core for what was to come.
Adam then leaned back to get a better view of you, reaching down to grip his phallus to line it up with your slick entrance. He glanced up at you, his eyes unsure and his brow pinched in worry.
"What's the matter?" You suddenly blurted out as you sat up, briefly wondering if Adam was second guessing being with you.
"What if I do not do it right?" Adam asked, one hand still gripping his length in one hand and the other clutching onto the meat of your hip.
You reached out and stroked Adam's cheek with your thumb as you whispered, "There is no right or wrong way, there is only what feels good and what does not. Do you wish to stop?"
Adam immediately shook his head, washing away any fleeting doubts you had of his attraction towards you. You leaned back and watched as Adam attempted to push himself into you, but his pace was too unhurried and his cock ended up slipping upwards and brushing against your inner thigh. He drew back, letting out a frustrated grunt and attempting a second time with a similar result.
"Take your time, love." You husked, before reaching down to guide him to his mark. You felt the tip of his shaft slip into your throbbing cunt, just barely, before pulling out one last time to finally bury himself within you.
Adam's eyes glazed over instantly as a deep, rumbling purr pushed its way past his lips. His hands danced their way up your body to cup your breasts as he seemed to savor your warmth, both inside and out.
You had no idea you could feel this full, that you could feel this much pleasure, not even with Malcolm or Elizabeth. Ecstasy shrouded your entire body as you felt Adam shudder around you. You did not expect him to last long, so you relished every moment of him being inside you. Your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders as you splayed your hands across his lower back.
Adam seemed to narrow his focus as he pressed his forehead to your own, his locks of hair creating a curtain around your flushed faces. His hips raised for a moment, only to thrust himself deep within you a moment later. Every movement was brimming with euphoria as you both let out respective sounds of elation. A little over a week ago your life had been a husk of what it once was, and somehow this angel was sent to bless your mundane existence. And now here you are, experiencing the closest thing one can get to sharing their soul, with him. You silently thanked whatever forces were responsible for such a gift as Adam's hips coiled back before slamming back into your own with a strained whine. You felt his cock twitch followed by thick spurts of his ejaculate releasing within you.
"I—Forgive me. I was not supposed to—" You cut off whatever apology Adam was about to blurt out with a sloppy kiss, not caring that he had just ejaculated inside you. He had lasted longer than you expected, and excelled at the activity beforehand, which was a win in your book. You didn't want him to feel guilty, not about this. Not about you, nor the pleasure you both felt around one another. As for the risk of pregnancy, you would be sure to make yourself a cup of mugwort tea later. It was what you had done in the past with close calls, and it seemed to work so far.
You broke apart and beamed at a disheveled Adam. His hair was a mess, lips wet and swollen from kissing you, a thin sheen of sweat glistened on his skin, but most importantly he was smiling right back at you.
"Do not be sorry. Did you enjoy yourself?" You asked, wanting to be sure that Adam was okay with what just transpired between the two of you.
His heavy breaths tickled your face as he nodded quickly, his smile growing wider by the second. "Did you?" He echoed your question, brushing your noses against each other.
"Very much so. Would you please fetch me a towel so we can clean up?" You asked, earning a pout from Adam as he stubbornly stayed right where he was.
"I wish to learn more." Adam mumbled into your neck, stunning you for a moment as his lips placed small kisses down your neck and across your collarbone.
"We can practice more later." You reassured him, chuckling at his endless enthusiasm. Adam let out a low grumble, before lifting himself off of you and stumbling backwards. You almost thought he would fall, before he regained his balance and made his way over to the drawer that held your towels. He soon made his way back to you, handing the towel to you gingerly before turning to tug his pants back on.
You cleaned yourself up and then changed into a comfortable ivory dress you often wore on days you lounged around your cottage. Today would surely be one of those days, as the two of you slipped under the sheets and dozed for a few hours in each other's arms.
When you awoke, you made yourself the mugwort tea as Adam picked out a new book. This time he chose Moby-Dick by Herman Melville, and you couldn't wait for him to finish it to see what he thought. You drank your mugwort tea, and as Adam read you secretly began sketching his features.
"How is your head?" Adam asked after a long period of silence.
You'd completely forgotten about your headache, in fact it had somehow completely disappeared. The life-altering orgasm and rest must've helped, you figured.
"Much better." You responded, wondering what had made Adam ask you that question. Did he just now remember that you hadn't been feeling well earlier?
"I'm glad. Does that mean we can practice more tonight?" Adam asked, amazing you for the hundredth time that day. If he really wanted to go another round, you surely wouldn't mind seeing if he could develop his skills in bed. There was still much for him to learn, and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't been thinking about how he had filled you up perfectly...
Who were you to deny your beloved companion?
"Of course." You affirmed, briefly wondering what treasures this night would bestow upon you.
Chat we did it, we made a home run!! Woot woot! Sorry for the delay and the late night upload, lowkey had a mental health crisis last week but I'm feeling better now! Thank y'all for reading and special thanks to Shep and Tara for always helping me brainstorm!! <
huge rebrand (possibly) coming before my oral sugery thursday. thinking of either (a) making new tumblrs for the pitt/er and ioan gruffudd, or (b) reworking this into an account for anything i write. so, i ask my humble oomfs:
ミ☆ㅤ tags: established relationship, canon divergent, fluff, smut, no use of y/n, cuddling, making out, felix is a sweetie, no beta we die like...well yk
ミ☆ㅤ cw: plot what plot/porn without plot, p in v, praise kink, vaginal fingering, felix pulls out, sleepy sex, a little bit of aftercare, there's probably more tags but ao3 is down so this is all i got rn
The first thing you notice upon waking is the sunlight filtering through Felix's bedroom window. It heats your face rather nicely, considering you were battling the freezing temperature of the estate. In fleeting moments of half-consciousness, you entertain the possibility you turned into a lizard overnight, resting on the cold rock that is your boyfriend's old mattress, and basking in the pane's alloted warmth.
When you finally attempt to move, you are prevented from doing so. Opening your eyes, you discover your partner has trapped you under the weight of his forearm. You grumble something that was supposed to sound like, "Move."
Felix doesn't respond verbally. Instead, he pulls you closer, burying his face in your neck. You nearly think he is still asleep until the boy began pawing at your breast. The movement, of course, is unsurprising. In fact, it'd be more surprising if he didn't grope you.
"Good morning," You scoff groggily.
You can feel his smile before you see it, as he finally sits up enough to gaze upon you. His aura is brighter than a dying star, noticeable even as your hangover threatens to turn your better brain matter into mush. Still wearing last night's misfortunes, he remains undoubtedly perfect. Felix is easy to envy in this way.
He tucks a hair behind your ear, biting his lip as if holding in a joke you aren't in on, "G'd morning, lovely."
A few minutes pass in which you two simply stare at one another. You are certain you could do this for hours; Felix has a face worth admiring and a body to match. At school, when you both suffered through a required humanities course, you'd joke he was blessed by the Gods. Elspeth said something similar, singing his praises upon your arrival.
The statement proves truer each passing day.
After finding something within you that satisfies a desire of his you aren't exactly privy to, he leans down to kiss your lips. It is a soft, familiar gesture, and more importantly, it is lazy. Felix presses his mouth to yours with a sloppiness nearing a hound's. You could taste yesterday's leftover spit and spirits, not minding even the slightest. He makes it easy to envy the most avant concepts.
The kiss devolves just at you do. With an open mouth, you greet his tongue kindly, bringing your hands up to cup his face. He laughs into the space when you gasp, the hand he left upon your breast giving the flesh beneath it a tentative squeeze. With your approval, such motions continue, until your nipples grow hard and your back arches off the bed.
"So pretty," He murmurs during a short intermission, "My girl is so pretty."
He pauses to rest his head against your own, watching your cheeks heat from his touch. His grin only widens when his hand moves further down your body. Ultimately, he discoveres the hemline of your panties. Everything became silent then, including your own breaths, as you pause and brace for breach. Luckily, your boyfriend makes you leak like a faucet. His entering your cunt is quick and painless, just as it had been in the times prior.
Felix is patient, a fact that can be a blessing or curse, depending on his mood. He lets your body accomidate the intrusion with playful boredom. The dark brown pools of his irises flick across your face. Every micro-expression and reaction is carefully observed, as though he's watching a play unfold within the vastness of you. You're certain he'd enjoy watching you squirm on his hand for hours, as he did a few nights ago. Eventually, he moves.
"Oh."
The sound spills from you before you can stop it. Your eyes, once preoccupied with visions of him, roll around your head. One of your hands find comfort in his duvet, whilst the other meets your mouth in an attempt to prevent being too loud.
Felix, utterly enraptured by you, slowly began to pump his finger in and out of your sex. A sforzando sound leaves you, regrettably, and you bite your own digit to prevent from making any more. When your body remembers the movement, you relax again. Your partner, however, cannot stand the silence, and gently moves your limb from your face.
He leans down once more to press soft kisses upon your collarbone, "Don't be so quiet. The walls in this place are so bloody thick, nobody but me will hear you, I promise."
Then, he adds a second finger; sometimes, you convince yourself he times these things in hopes you don't notice them. You don't doubt that the slowness at which he introduces this new variable is an attempted kindness, but unfortunately, all it does is emphasize the notion of your own elasticity. Your breath catches, and stutters, before your chest falls, leaving you once again level. Miserably, or rather marvelously, this repeats until you're certain you see constellations on your eyelids.
"Felix," Your voice comes breathless, "I want to feel you."
Again, he does not exchange words with you, but the haste in which he fumbles to align his cock with your entrance is enough to communicate his understanding. Your panties are gone before you notice he's pulled them off you. With lackadaisical prowess, he lifts one of your legs, moving in the now open space at a forty-five degree angle. The boy finds his target immediately. Inside, he groans, gripping the meat of your thighs to keep in touch with reality.
"You don't know what you do to me."
The pair of you spend a few moments in the intimacy of a waiting room before your tender lover believes it safe to move. It is your turn to fumble, as your unbusy hands place themselves upon his shoulders, grabbing enough meat to plant yourself there. Feeling it, he pauses, only to continue when you spur him onward. His thrusts, as everything else had been to this point, drag slowly. You do not mind. It makes it all the more satisfying when the head of his dick catches on your walls.
His breathing is more labored now, you notice, as he puts genuine effort into this encounter. Felix is always kind to you—he's kind to everyone—but his depth of care does not go unappreciated. You let him know it is reciprocated by grinding down onto his phallus. Dipping his head into your shoulder a final time, his ear is left near your lips.
You take the opportunity to speak, " Y're always so good to me."
Movements that were steady become erratic. This is not uncommon; Felix falls apart when complimented. Your punched out breaths are replaced by syncopated moans. His hips roll against your pelvis until your eyes roll with them. The hand not holding your leg finds your clit, thumbing the bean until you're left writhing beneath him. Soon enough, he is spent, pulling out with a swiftness to cum across your stomach.
Quickly, as to prevent himself from collapsing, he falls next to you, his back to the bed and head to the ceiling. Both of you bask in comfortable silence until his lungs calm down. Somehow finding the energy, he retrieves a towel from the connecting bathroom. Felix wipes you clean before promptly nodding back off to enjoy a few more hours of your company.
happy (belated) birthday bambi !! here's hoping i didn't mischaracterize him ssjfbjg
Hai sars haiiiiiii BLEH OKAY so my main req is for felix ofc... He isnjust the most boyfriend of all time 😔😔 anyways bambi cringe time : i saw this tt ( https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8yBo4AM/ ) and just couldnt stop thinking of being teased by felix ill send others later hashtag love youuu
˙ . ꒷ 🍪 . 𖦹˙— tease
ミ☆ㅤ pairing: felix catton x f!reader
ミ☆ㅤ wc: 740
ミ☆ㅤ tags: established relationship, canon divergent, fluff, no smut, pet names, drunkfic, no use of y/n, no beta we die like...well yk
felix liked to tease you.
to be entirely fair, he liked to tease everyone, but the boy was particularly fond of teasing you. you made it too easy! he'd watch your brows furrow with query and laugh when you became cross. of course, he'd always give in to your demands eventually; not a cold day in hell could keep him from satisfying you.
"baby, i'm starving!" you whined, stumbling along the pavement. the two of you had spent the latter half of your saturday evening performing a pub crawl; such a ritual so often executed it was expected. you, as always, drank more than any sane person would. that is what unbridled confidence does to a person, and he envied you for it.
felix walked behind you and a safe distance, lest you throw up on him as you did the prior week; he still remembered having to keep you from crying while he cleaned himself up.
in his hands, he held a small, bite-sized cookie. said cookie came from a pre-packaged container, which he had already eaten the entirety of, despite only having stopped into a convenience store just a couple blocks back. at the time, you claimed you were not hungry. he'd come to expect this result.
passing an olive branch, he stretched out his arm, beckoning you to grab that which you desired. however, when you went to retrieve it, felix promptly closed his fingers around his palm. you scoffed. unsurprisingly, you still attempted the action when he repeated the gesture. when you finally realized what he was doing, you stuck out your lip to pout.
"play nice," you grumbled.
he let out a hearty laugh, relenting to keep his palm open. to make things interesting, felix added a stipulation: "you have to eat it from my hand."
be it the drink or hunger, you were eager to oblige him. he held the prized snack at your level, grinning devilishly as you moved your head down to grab it with your mouth. that is when he took the opportunity to speak once more.
"good girl."
you paused, rather abruptly, looking at him as if he stabbed you. felix tried and failed to hold in another chuckle as your cheeks heated to a warmer hue, but could not. he sent himself into a fit of laughter, clutching his sides as he let out rouchous joy. embarrassed, you withdrew, and he smiled, for he had won.
when he wasn't playing attention, you tried to snatch the cookie from him. the attempt was unsuccessful, as he closed his hand the moment yours approached. his brown eyes followed your form to your boots, where he watched you stomp your foot in frustration. felix laughed at the childishness of it.
he tutted teaasingly, "so quick to anger."
"i don't even want it," you pouted, turning up your nose.
"are you sure?"
sticking out his hand again, felix felt his heart leap excitedly when you took the bait once more. whatever shame afflicted you previously did not return. you eagerly bit at his hand; it reminded he fed horses as a child. laughing, he hid the promised treat behind his fingers. this earned him a shove, which he did not mind, but the grin that twitched at your lips told him his chaffing wasn't too harsh.
this time, you threw up your hands, "whatever, it probably doesn't taste good, anyways."
"you don't want it?" he could hardly hide his smile behind the question.
"no," you huffed, crossing your arms, "i don't."
with a final farewell, he threw the cookie, kicking it forward to end his charade. he heard you gasp, before you followed the arc to its descent. you stared at the now dirtied dessert for a moment, ultimately rejoining him.
"that was a total waste!"
he shrugged, "you said you didn't want it."
"felix," his name sounded so good on your lips, "i'm hungry."
the boy placed an arm over your shoulder, guiding you along the sidewalk as the dorms grew closer. he looked down in time to see your eyes pleading up at him; who could resist such a sight?
"tell you what," he relented, "i'll buy you a whole pack of cookies when we get back."
"really? just for me?" you asked.
he giggled, "yes, love. long as you let me steal one. or two. or five."
your hand hit his stomach. "felix!"
"alright, alright, this one will be yours."
tysm for reading <333
for bambi !! birthday fic incoming next week teehee, hope this will tide you over til then
ミ☆ㅤ tags: established relationship, post-canon, plot what plot/porn without plot, explicit consent, first time, no beta we die like heinrich harlander
ミ☆ㅤ cw: blow jobs, cunnilingus, decriptive accounts of both male and female anatomy, vaginal fingering, cum as lube, awkward sex, premature ejaculation, everyone cums
Adam didn't think himself deserving of intimacy. To be fair, he hadn't his entire life; not that said life has been a very long one. He'd long since grown accustomed to being known as a thing to be discarded of when his existence became burdensome.
You changed that.
It took some time, but you had. He did and would do most anything you asked, taking pleasure in doing so. When your relationship evolved beyond a transactional one, his stoicism softened. The great marble pillar you originally met had fallen away, leaving behind a wet mush of unworked clay.
"Are you sure?" He cut through the intimacy of the moment to beg for your reassurance. Adam panicked at the thought of your touch; what if he was to do something wrong? "I have yet to hold another person in the way you ask me to."
You laughed, but not unkindly, "It's not brain surgery. If you'd like to, I'd be more than willing to help you learn."
"Only if it does not trouble you," He nodded.
You kissed him, then. It was not the first time you had done so, but that did not mean he knew what he was doing. The idea itself, of pressing one's lips to another's in show of affection, was silly to him. However, when yours met, and warmth spread from his lips to his throat and down towards his very soul, he understood. Adam was thankful, too, that his novels gave him the elusive idea of how this was supposed to go.
Whilst your tongue licked lightly on his teeth until they parted for further exploration, he busied himself with the back laces of your corset. He tried to remember the steps outlined in his head, but thoughts of anything other than you proved difficult. Pulling at one of the strings along your mid back, he heard you gasp. Immediately, the Creature let go of you and stepped backwards.
"Have I hurt you?" Adam's eyes found the floor, afraid of meeting yours.
You shook your head, smiling, "Not at all. I was just surprised."
He nodded, but remained still, unsure of how to continue.
"Would you like me to lead?" You offered.
The Creature looked up, familiarity in his eyes, "Like when we danced?"
"Exactly so."
Again, he nodded, stiffening when you approached. It wasn't like he didn't want your touch—he wanted it terribly—but he feared nothing more than bringing you discomfort. You were a good soldier, though, in the sense that you pressed onward without complaint. He felt your lips upon his neck and nearly melted into you, craning his head to one side to allow you more accessibility. His confusion roused as your lips moved downward, but Adam remained unopposing. Finding his sternum, you helped pull the loose linen undershirt over his head, before continuing towards his stomach.
By now, you were kneeling. He loooked down, noticing the light the trail of saliva left across his pieced together flesh. There was tepid curiosity in his eyes, as though he toed the waters of a vast lake. He realized shamefully late that the next steps involved his genitals. He feared your reaction to the sight of them, but that fear was quickly replaced by the feeling of your mouth.
The warmth alone threatened to overheat him, his body now overworking itself in a crude attempt to produce sweat. Adam tried to keep his loudest sounds within his chest as half-grumbled whines reverberated against his ribcage. The very moment your tongue met the head of his now erect phallus, all was abandoned. Moaning unabashed, his legs wobbled underneath him as if useless. Your face moved further down his shaft and the Creature clenched his fists around nothing, doing his best to stave off whatever now pooled in his gut. With an inhale, you sucked with enough force to make his core contract. Adam reeled back, repeating his previous motin.
It was your turn to look confused. Wiping your mouth, you spoke first, "Are you alright?"
"I—" He paused long enough to gather his thoughts, "I felt strange."
"How so?"
Holding his bottom between his teeth, Adam closed his eyes. He breathed shakily, "As though I were soon to expel something from my body."
"Oh!" You perked up. His admission gave you just cause to no longer worry. You couldn't help but smile, "That's what is supposed to happen."
Adam's pants changed to soft sighs, his brows furrowing, "I thought men were to finish inside their partner?"
"If that is what you'd like," You hummed agreeably.
"How do I stop from releasing before?"
This was a question you did not know how to answer. He hadn't asked to many of those yet, but he could tell by your pause the answer evaded you. "You could help me, if you'd like."
"I live for nothing else."
Finally, you two had moved over to the bed. This was the proper way, he recalled, and you deserved all the correct trimmings that were supposed to come with shared physical contact. Watching as you undressed, Adam's heart lept into his throat at the sight of your bare form. This was not new, as he had quite frequently watched you change, but the context brought about a new stirring inside him.
You sat on the mattress and beckoned him forward. He came to stand in front of you, his hips near your shoulder. Adam allowed you to pull him down to his knees. Looking up from the space between your thighs, he awaited instruction.
"Have you seen a woman's parts before?" The question came without judgement.
The Creature nodded, "Only in medical books."
"Alright," You spread your legs to further accommodate him, "I need you to forget whatever you have learned."
"What?"
Adam gazed on your sex with wonder. It didn't look too different from those he found within textbooks, other than the fact that it belonged to you. He did not yet touch, because you had not yet told him to. The longer he stared into the infinite array of fractal flesh, he noticed minor discrepancies.
You leaned back on your elbows, "The information within them is wrong."
"Human error?" He asked.
"Human ignorance," You scoffed. Reaching halphazardly, you pulled one of his hands to your aching core, leaving it to rest just outside the promised land. "You may touch me—gently—and I shall tell you what you are touching."
The instructions were simple enough. Regardless, he hesitated, allowing his thumbs to testingly press against the outer folds. You let out a noise similar to the ones he had and Adam did not move away. Gently, as you instructed, the pads of his thumbs followed the outline.
You relaxed, "That is the labia."
"Do my motions please you?"
Adam looked up around the same time you casted your eyes downward, and both of your irises met. He saw on your expression the gentleness of a proper mentor. The Creature could only hope he proved himself a worthwhile mentee.
"Sort of," You replied.
He continued prodding politely, listening as you told him what everything was. Quickly, he learned to avoid your urethra, not liking the hiss you made when he pressed near it. To an opposite effect, he became well acquainted with your clitorus, as the sight of your back arching gave him cause to hump the air. Having explored everywhere else, his digit curiously encircled your entrance, dipping inside experimentally. The Creature continually looked between you and your sex, cataloging precisely what motions gave way to which sounds. After only a few minutes ministrations, his thumb exited, and Adam examined the lubricant now staining it.
He did not hesitate to taste the liquid. Adam had tasted your blood before—albeit unintentionally—and held no qualms regarding the flavor of your other bodily fluids. In fact, he thought it tasted rather good.
Something carnal and not entirely human wormed its way from his gut to his brain. His digit returned to collect more of your nectar, bringing it towards his face for yet another taste, until he forwent his manners completely to drink straight from the source. He remembered the wolves, and just how much their bites hurt, so the Creature was careful not to use his teeth. Instead, his tongue licked a large stripe along your entire sex. The appendage then dipped hungrily into your canal, eager for more of your ambrosia. When your moans grew quiet, his mouth found your clit, sucking with the same force you had once given him.
Adam became too engrossed in his actions to realize your orgasm approached. The only indicator that managed to catch his attention were your hands finding his head, and therefore the strands of hair on top of it. He nearly stopped when you pulled at them, if not for the way you pushed his face further into your cunt. Your actions excited him. He groaned into your flesh when you finished across his features, and he relished how you kept him there until completely satisfied. Part of him thought he could spend a lifetime eating from your palatable cunt.
Catching his breath, he pulled back, "That was most enjoyable."
"I am glad you think so," You let out an airy laugh, "Would you like to continue?"
He nodded, moving to join you on the bed. The Creature briefly observed your strive to kick yourself up the bed, ulimately grabbing your sides and hoisting you up himself. Your legs parted and Adam situated himself between them once more. This was the most difficult part, as you could not really explain the next steps. His freed phallus remained erect; if anything, it had gotten harder since its last use, and although the skin around bordered a pale blue, the head that poked out was a bruising purple. His tip leaked with need, a pearlascent substance accruing at the top. Pausing to inspect it, he tried to line up his shaft with your canal.
The first push was slow, too slow, and he missed his mark entirely. The next attempt was rushed; due to his impatience, he missed again, his tip gracing your inner thigh. The look of concentration on his face combined with his syncopated grunts told of his frustation. Adam paused when your fingers caught his wrist.
"Patience," You reminded him softly, "Take your time."
With your guiding hand, he realigned himself. Pushing, his cockhead finally caught on your hole. His eyelids screwed shut and his hips stuttered. Although the reason eluded him, he had missed again, accidentally slamming himself against your bundle of nerves. His brow furrowed when your back arched, but he nonetheless continued his attempts, only to meet the same results. Your noises grew louder, and with a particularly strong push, he finished.
"I'm sorry."
It was the first time, in that which you've known him, he had ever stuttered.
Adam felt his whole body lock up and for a microinstant he feared he would stay that way. Then, his climax lulled over. All the energy he had left spurted from himself in opaque ropes, until finally he collapsed on top of you.
Adam groaned defeatedly, "I did not do it right."
"No one way is right," Your arms met at his back, "We reached our ends, which is a success in my book."
pairing: The Creature/Reader AKA Adam Frankenstein/F!Reader
word count: 3,931 words
warnings/content: non sexual and sexual nudity, more angst, more cavity inducing fluff
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Watching Adam eat your food was more rewarding than you expected. How did he manage to make the smallest things so pure and joyful? It took him a minute to understand that the soup was still hot, and you had to explain how to blow on steaming food before eating it. He continued to blow on each spoonful long after the soup was steaming. You wondered if he'd ever had a hot meal before. It was just too adorable, like watching a newborn colt find its footing for the first time.
After you finished your bowl, you stood and made your way over to your kitchen sink before setting the dishes inside. A part of you knew Adam was watching your every movement, even though he was still sitting at the table slowly slurping in small spoonfuls. You were emotionally and physically drained from a day full of revealed secrets and navigating a new, unexpected friendship. A yawn pushed its way past your lips and suddenly a new problem reared its ugly head:
Where would Adam sleep?
You looked around, wishing you had a spare cot for Adam to rest on. The only other furniture you owned was the rickety rocking chair, passed down from grandmother to granddaughter in your family for generations. Your maternal grandmother had died before you could remember, but you knew your mother had requested that the chair go to you before her death.
"Is something wrong?" Adam's voice rumbled through the air and almost made you jump.
You turned to face him, leaning on the kitchen counter as you debated revealing the issue to Adam. Surely he wouldn't want to sleep on the floor... hell you didn't even want him to sleep on your floor. You had experience, and you knew it was not comfortable. If you were being honest you craved some sort of warmth in your bed, and the idea of curling into Adam's body nearly made your knees weak. Sure you had your cat, but she came and went throughout the night, and wouldn't be able to close large arms around you...
Adam calling your name pulled you out of another disassociation and you shook your head.
"No... no. Nothing is wrong... I'm just trying to think of where you should sleep..." You wondered out loud, wondering if your companion would have any ideas.
Adam blinked slowly, wearing that same curious and confused expression he had worn so many times throughout the day.
"I do not need sleep. I will watch over you as I did the old man when he slept." Adam replied after a moment, surprising you.
"Are you sure? You don't ever get tired?" You pressed, pushing off the counter to sit back at the kitchen table.
Adam shrugged, as if his feelings and comfort didn't matter.
"I do... but my dreams... They're memories of the men I am built from. I do not wish to see that part of myself... I try not to... think about it." Adam explained, pushing around the small amount of soup left in his bowl with his spoon.
You felt that all too familiar feeling of empathy pinch your heart for the millionth time that day. How strange, that the both of you were plagued by dreams you did not wish to have.
"I understand. My dreams aren't pleasant either." You responded, your mind wandering to the vivid ones that came to you in the nights before you met Adam. Were they signs from Elizabeth, or just a coincidence?
Adam looked up at you with a look of wonder, his left eye flashing orange in the firelight as he smiled.
"I am full, I apologize for not eating it all." Adam said after a few moments of just gazing into one another's eyes.
"Do not apologize! I'm just glad you're full, warm, and safe." You replied before instructing Adam to place the dirty dishes in the sink. Together the two of you cleaned up the mess from dinner, with your yawns becoming more frequent and persistent.
Dressing for bed had never been an issue before, you had even navigated your home completely naked during particularly hot summer nights. But now you had a man in your home, and not any man, but one so tender and innocent you feared you'd corrupt him somehow. You pulled your semi-sheer nightgown from your bedside drawer and turned to face Adam, who had settled into the rocking chair near one of the frosty windows. Your smile returned when you saw Adam's awe when he began rocking back and forth, like he didn't expect that chair to move.
"Adam, I'm going to change into my nightgown for bed. Would you mind not facing me for a moment?" You asked as Adam opened up the copy of Pride and Prejudice.
Adam's attention turned to you briefly before recognition swept over his features. He nodded and dipped his head respectfully, before standing and turning his back to you, still clutching the book near his chest. With any other man such respect and tenderness would be surprising, but with Adam you came to expect not only his respect, but his outpouring kindness. You peeled off your layers, leaving only your chemise on as you slipped into your gown for the night.
"All done, you may turn back around." You said, pulling your hair out from underneath the gown and letting it loose.
Your heart almost skipped a beat at Adam's reaction to your costume change, his eyes widening for a moment before he sat back down in the chair. You wondered if he was hiding an embarrassed flush as he ducked behind his wavy locks. You felt your eyelids growing heavier by the second as you sidestepped your impatient feline and crawled into your plush bed.
"Are you sure you'll be alright?" You asked Adam, pulling his attention from the book.
Your heart warmed as he met your gaze, smiled and nodded.
"Yes. I will watch over you and feed the fire, as long as you do not mind." Adam confirmed slowly, his inky eyes asking for permission more than his words.
"Of course I do not mind. Goodnight, Adam." You replied quietly, before curling up into your blankets and slowly entering the land of dreams you both had come to fear.
Your sleeping habits were much more lively than the old man's. You murmured in your sleep, tossed and turned, furrowed your brow, and even some soft snores came through every once in a while.
Adam secretly enjoyed watching you sleep, it brought him relief to know that you were resting as needed. When he was sure his whispered reading wouldn't wake you, he began reading his new book out loud quietly. It didn't take long for Adam to become enamored with the novel, enjoying the conflict between the main character and her love interest. As the hours went by your cat became curious about Adam, and he wasn't sure how to respond to her incessant rubbing against his ankles. Eventually he relented and began to stroke her back softly, earning purring that he found slightly similar to his own whenever he was pleased. Adam discovered that she got particularly happy when he scratched the spot before her tail started, and before he knew what was happening the little critter crawled into his lap and curled up there.
Was this how you felt? The joy of bringing another being peace and comfort, was this what you were trying to do for him? This was all new for him, the feeling of safety and being taken care of. Somehow, someway, he had found peace within this wretched world once more.
He feared that he would do something to mess it up, or worse, that something would take you away from him. Like the wolves had taken away the old man, and Victor had taken away Elizabeth. This world took until there was nothing left, this Adam knew all too well. It rarely allowed him to indulge in happy conversations learning about things like... modeling.
Adam pushed those thoughts away, not wanting them to cause any irrational decisions. Instead, he kept an eye on the storm outside and watched as your cat made her rounds between the two of you. The night faded away into dawn, and with it came the end of the storm. During the night half of the kindling had been fed into the fire, and Adam knew you would need more in order to stay warm.
So, as quietly as he could, Adam stood and stretched. He rolled his neck, hearing that familiar cracking noise that always brought a small amount of relief to the stiffness that settled there. He hadn't changed clothes like you had, he had only taken off his fur coat per your request the night before. Adam silently pulled the coat over his shoulders and steadily opened the front door, hoping he hadn't woken you with his movement.
He began to slip out of the entrance to your cottage, and checked on your sleeping form one last time before venturing out into the snowdrifts. They were difficult to navigate at first, with some of the snowbanks coming up to Adam's hips. It only mildly surprised him how much now had accumulated overnight. He learned how to avoid the tallest parts and began searching for anything that could be used for your fire. That familiar bone-chilling cold began to wash over him, and the only thing he could think about was how beautiful you had looked in that... nightgown. It felt so familiar, like he could almost remember seeing something like that before. His whole body grew warmer at the thought of what mysteries would lie beneath your clothing. Did you too have scars? Things you did not want him to see?
Adam hoped not. Before he met you he hoped that you would not turn him away, and that wish seemed to be granted. Perhaps the hope of wanting to know more would simply lead to it happening. And this act of service, this small act that could be treacherous for you, he would be happy to do for eternity. Or at least the foreseeable future. When he came upon a clearing surrounded by evergreens Adam saw it: dry, dead pine needles. If they were dry enough they could be used for your fire, and ensure more time with you.
That was all Adam wanted, so without a second thought he spent time carefully crawling underneath each tree and collecting handfuls of dead needles and other branches that had fallen over time. Once he had all he could carry, Adam began to turn around back towards you.
You found yourself within your cottage, strangely similar to when you had fallen asleep. Except you were sitting on a stool and in your lap was a pad of newsprint. To your right was a small table with charcoals and pencils scattered about. That's when you saw him: Adam...
Completely nude.
You froze involuntarily and felt your eyes widen as you gaped at his nude form, clutching onto the newsprint pad tightly. His head tilted to the side as he let out a confused grunt.
"Model?" His voice made your stomach flip.
To your shock, he began shifting his weight onto one scarred leg, counterbalancing his shoulders and hips... He was in a perfect constrapposto pose, the most sought after and used pose for Ancient Greek sculptures and Renaissance artwork. You forced yourself to remain calm, and professional. You did the only thing you could think of, you began sketching.
His features were difficult to capture due to his asymmetrical scarring, but not once did he move a muscle. Not once did he ever make it seem like the pose was becoming uncomfortable or unbearable. It seemed almost as if he became a statue for you to gaze upon, to pull inspiration from. You found yourself focusing on his eyes, falling in love with drawing his long lashes and bumped nose. You were getting into a groove, then it became time to work on the legs and lower half of the body. Suddenly, your hands were clammy and the room felt so much hotter than before.
That's when Adam's head moved, snapping himself out of the statue-like trance and pose.
A shy smile spread across his face as the hand that had been resting on his hip inched its way towards something else...
The door opening and closing dragged you out of your indulgent dream and into the waking reality. You lurched into an upright position, rubbing sleep from your eyes as your vision adjusted to the bright light leaking in from the windows.
"Apologies. I... was grabbing firewood." Adam's voice came out hoarse, like the cold had frozen his vocal chords.
As your vision focused your mouth gaped at the snow packed from Adam's waist all the way down to his boots.
"Adam! You didn't need to do that! We had enough for another day, and I could've helped!" You began fussing as you began rising out of bed, wanting to ensure that your new friend hadn't frozen himself to death. Especially while you were having such... arousing thoughts about the poor man. Did he even know what arousal was?
Your steps slowed as Adam's movements stilled, his arms full with dried evergreen needles and branches. He had his mask on, likely to protect from the cold, so it was difficult to tell what his expression was.
"Have I upset you?" Adam's voice was small, afraid. Your heart cracked at the realization that he didn't understand that you were worried, he thought you were angry with him.
"No, no, quite the opposite. I am touched that you were willing to go through that trouble, but next time just let me know. Let's get you into some fresh, clean clothes." You insisted, turning around to find the spare change of clothes you kept for your brother in case he ever decided to visit. They consisted of a simple ivory chemise and navy blue trousers, you hoped he'd fit into them.
You turned around and found Adam beginning to strip his snow-covered boots off his legs, and you tried not to think about the fact that he had just trudged through snow without any sort of socks on. Just boots and some bandages near his ankles, that had to be why his poor toes were so purplish.
"When was the last time you took a bath, Adam?" You blurted out without thinking, causing his movements to slow.
He blinked slowly, as if waiting for the memory to come to him. "I do not know." He admitted with a small sigh, as if annoyed by his own lack of experience.
"That is alright. But, if you are to stay with me I'm afraid I must insist on you being clean." You said softly with a smile, setting the change of clothes on your bed for the time being.
Adam dipped his head in agreement, moving to peel his powdery fur coat off. You were lucky enough to own a small hip tub, good for quick sponge baths before and after days of hard work. You began setting up towels for him as well as setting out a bar of lavender mint soap.
You began turning around to begin collecting a bucket of water from your tap when you gasped at Adam--
He wasn't nude, thank the gods, but he was almost there. His tattered clothes were scattered near your front door, and there he stood, wearing only beige bandages around his groin area, wrists, and ankles.
Your dream didn't do his bare body justice. Some scars reminded you of the waxing and waning shapes of the moon, some of them simply lined the perfect musculature that lay beneath. His skin tone ranged from sky blue, lavender, snow white, and even yellowed in some areas. You wanted nothing more than to trace every single scar with your fingertips, to watch him shiver beneath your touch...
Time snapped back into place as Adam called out your name in concern, slowly starting to step closer towards you.
"Adam, would you like some privacy while you bathe?" You asked, not wanting to take advantage of him, or overstep any boundaries. You wanted Adam to know he could ask anything of you and you would grant it.
The question seemed to stump him only for a moment, before he shook his head slowly. His small smile and sparkling eyes said it all: he was excited to take a bath. It was in that moment that you knew you wanted to make this something special, something for him to remember.
So, you did what you only did for yourself during special holidays, and your birthday. You warmed the water on the stove, glancing over at Adam and your cat who seemed to become friends overnight. You gathered jars of dried herbs and flowers you enjoyed smelling and set them near the tub.
Once everything was prepared, you finally faced Adam. He looked like he didn't know if it was ready for him or not.
"Do you want me to help?" You asked as he looked at the hip tub with a confused expression, his eyes flickering from you to the tub repeatedly.
Adam nodded slowly, his hands twitching awkwardly as he held them near his chest.
"Do you want to remove your... undergarments? They'll get wet, and I have a fresh pair of underwear for you to wear as well, if you'd like. But if not I completely understand." You explained as Adam began to stiffly step towards you and the tub.
Another wash of confusion, then realization. Part of you thought he was about to insist on keeping them on, then he surprised you by slipping every last bit of binding off of himself, starting with his limbs to give you time to prepare for his complete nudity. You made it a point to busy yourself with preparing a shallow, but comfortably warm bath. You kept your gaze glued to the back of the hip tub and your hands busy with sprinkling the dried rose petals into the lightly steaming water. In your peripheral vision pale feet dipped into the tub, and you heard Adam's throat let out a deep... purr? What other kinds of noises did he make when experiencing pleasure?
You forced yourself to look away as his body started to move downward, still retaining some semblance of restraint. Once you heard a small thump, you knew he had settled to the bottom of the tub. You turned back and frowned, seeing that he barely fit into the tub, the water barely lapping at his pallid hips and thighs.
"It feels... nice." Adam said, twirling the dried rose petals in the water with his purplish digits at the water's surface. You let out a little sigh of relief, happy that Adam was seemingly comfortable.
"Are you sure? You look a little... cramped." You admitted, chewing your lip as you reached for the soap bar.
Adam nodded, his eyes focusing on your hand. You gently handed it to him and he smelled it, smiling softly.
"Soap, isn't it?" Adam suddenly asked you, his brow raised in expectation.
"Yes, how'd you know?" You asked, wondering how he knew about soap but not about hot meals or tea kettles or sponge baths.
"I saw boxes labeled as soap when looking around the ship I was on coming back to the mainland. I…tried to eat it once. Not good." Adam said, earning a heartfelt laugh from you. You hadn't laughed in a long time...
What could’ve felt better, laughing for the first time in months or seeing Adam’s reaction to your laugh? You knew it was the ladder as you watched Adam begin to lather the soap in his hands. After a few moments of topping off the bath with dried lavender, you instructed Adam on all the places he should wash. Behind his ears, his armpits, his legs, and even in his belly button. You knelt beside the bath, still in your nightgown with the sleeves rolled up to prevent them from getting wet. Adam's eyes were seemingly closed as his hands brushed the sudsy bar across his abdomen, then down all to his legs. You were pleased to see a small, relaxed smile tugging at Adam's lips. How heartbreaking it was that his existence was full of fear, judgment, and loneliness when it should've been filled with memories like this.
Adam began attempting to wash his own back, but you gently took the soap from his hands when he began contorting his body in an attempt to clean the whole area.
"May I?" You asked gently, meeting his gaze to determine if there was any discomfort with the offer being made. His smile and slow nod was all you needed before you began dragging broad, soapy strokes across his marred back. Your touch was gentle, but firm, attempting to rub out any stiffness and aches that may be troubling your new companion.
Your gaze flickered back to Adam's face, checking to make sure you weren't hurting him. You smiled as you saw him practically melting into your touch, unaware of your gaze upon him. You wished you could've stayed here forever, just caring for someone who deserved it more than any regular man. You turned and grabbed the small bowl you'd use for rinsing yourself off and began pouring water over the expanse of Adam's body. That seemed to knock him out of his peaceful trance as he sat up straighter and began getting his hair wet per your instruction. You poured another bowl's worth of water over his head, earning small delighted grunts from Adam as his hair fell into his face.
Satisfied that your guest was squeaky clean, you helped Adam squeeze excess water from his hair and gave him two fluffy towels to dry himself off with. You immediately turned around and busied yourself with washing the dishes from the night before. Somehow, it was more titillating to hear him navigating your home post bath than seeing him do it. His steps were heavy, and made the floorboards groan beneath his weight. And he didn't walk, it sounded more like a shuffle, like he was unsure of his own footsteps. You could hear the clothing you had laid out being put on, alongside some confused noises from Adam.
You turned back around and almost didn't recognize Adam: hair damp and curling around his shoulders, a clean shirt on, and the pants making him look almost normal.
"Much better!" You exclaimed, beaming with delight at the work put into Adam. That put a small smile on his face as his fingers twitched at his sides.
"Is it... your turn?" Adam asked, tilting his head to the side and almost making your heart stop.
You preferred to take your baths at night, lighting up candles and wiping the grime of the day away. The only time you'd bathe in the morning was when you had particularly frightening dreams that soaked you in sweat.
"Maybe later, how about some breakfast instead?" You countered, avoiding the topic altogether.
You could've sworn you saw a flash of... disappointment in Adam's eyes before he nodded reluctantly and made his way into the kitchen to help you. You'd be lying if you said you weren't disappointed yourself, but it was too early, too inappropriate to be doing such... indulgent things with Adam.
ミ☆ tags: established relationship, kissing, implied smut, not fluff but not angst either idk
ミ☆ cw: manipulation, gaslighting, lovebombing, narcissism, emotional abuse, nate highkey has bpd, stalking if you squint, toxic and unhealthy relationship, nate jacobs is not a good person
nate liked you codependent.
when he learned you didn't have your license, he got excited. it was easier to keep tabs on you knowing you needed his permission to go anywhere. he wouldn't say no, of course. at least not outright.
"can you drop me off at ethan's?"
the name was unfamiliar, but the jealousy churning in his gut wasn't. like always, he feigned nonchalance. "ethan?"
"yeah, from drama class," your explanation didn't help your case, "we're gonna go skating."
"at the rink?" he scoffed, laughing at the idea. you danced like a newborn deer; nate couldn't imagine how ridiculous you'd look trying to disco down.
you bristled at his tone, which pissed him off. nate thought the language of bodies was the easiest to understand; yours spoke up even when you didn't. he could practically see the muscles contracting underneath your skin. you didn't too much care for his game of twenty questions.
"nah, just the skate park," your eyes failed to meet his.
this wasn't the first time you spoke of it, nor the first time you went, but nate hated the skatepark all the same. he imagined some half rotting urban structure, since taken over by the parasites you hang around, stinking of weed and other men. what if you fell onto a heroin needle or something? he already convinced himself that you didn't need to go.
the boy slotted in behind you while you turned to grab your things. wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you closer. nate ducked his head down to place a delicate kiss along your neck.
"i wish i knew you had plans," he murmured against your skin, "thought we could do something together tonight."
"oh, i'm sorry."
that was another thing he liked about you, how you were always so quick to apologize, and how you'd do so without any real reason. less than two months since you got together and he already had you trained. finding his reflection in the mirror propped up near your bed, he took a moment to appreciate himself, lips moving downward.
the boy bit into your shoulder, "c'mon babe, ditch your friends just this once for me? i'll make it worth your while."
"okay."
nate also liked that you didn't have a job. your availability to him was probably the most important aspect of your relationship. he needed to be able to call you at five o’clock to scream in your face, then reappear by your window at two in the morning with a halfhearted apology, looking for a quick fuck. that's what you're there for, afterall. worst case scenario, you say no and he hits up an ex.
nate: sry abt earlier.
nate: yk how jealous i get
nate: can i come over?
read at 2:29 a.m.
nate: don’t be a bitch
nate: omw.
he was already sitting outside your house when he sent the last message, but the boy waited an extra five minutes to give you peace of mind. nate tried to imagine what you were doing all that time. were you putting clothes on? taking clothes off? a part of him hoped you at least cared enough to put on that orange chapstick he liked; it made you taste so good.
entering your house anytime after dark was a stealth mission pulled straight from a spy movie. your dad had alarms on both the front and back doors in addition to those on the ground windows; those routes were out of the question. he tried the doggy door once and only once. god, his ribs hurt from the memory alone.
it soon became ritual for him to approach your fenced in backyard where the privacy wall met the house’s gutter. he’d climbed the precariously stacked junk you had left there just for him until he was eye level with your window. he’d tap once, twice, thrice. if you were in a particularly prudish mood, he would give up and just start banging on the pane until you answered.
when the curtain pulled back and was replaced by the sweet image of your face, a smile graced his lips. he won. to clarify, he always did, but the feeling swelled in his chest with equal fervor. the sound of your window sliding up was all the welcome he needed. nate loved your attention, positive or negative. in fact, he preferred pissing you off. he liked the way your nose scrunched up in anger.
you snapped at him groggily, “what are you doing here?”
“i told you,” he reminded, “to apologize.”
eventually, you helped him inside. your room was small, though maybe it was just that he was big. he pretended to grow accustomed to a space he remembered quite vividly, watching as you kept your distance with crossed arms. there was a twelve step process to making you feel better but he couldn't get past step one.
“well?” you glared expectantly.
nate took three lazy, sauntering steps in your direction, pausing to stand in front of you. he looked down at your form with faux sincerity, grabbing your shoulders as if the gesture somehow made him seem more genuine.
he threaded a hand through your hair, “you know i didn't mean it, baby.”
you pulled back just barely, not committing to a full rejection. the hand at his side clenched and unclenched. nate had to resist the urge to slam your head into the wall. since when was he this fucked up?
“i can be so mean,” at least that part was true, “you know i’m just looking out for you. i don't want anything bad to happen to you.”
okay, maybe he was a little paranoid, but he had good reason to be. if anyone else thought about you the same way he did—carnally, unapologetically, angrily—nate had all the reasons in the world to be worried.
you wouldn't look at him, but the gesture was unlike the acquiescent avoidance he’d grown accustomed to. it was defiant, actually, how you'd focus on anything but him. the very short amount of patience he came here with was dwindling faster by the second. nate analyzed a week’s worth of interactions with you in one micro instant, trying to discern what he could say to fix this.
rephrase: what he could say to get in your pants.
in a very rare show of submission—not that he'd submit to anyone, again, he just wanted your body—nate slowly knelt on the ground before you. he would not beg, he would never beg, but why would he when his big brown eyes did all the begging for him?
“i’m sorry,” he finally forced out.
your attention was captured exactly as he hoped it would be. nate was nothing without his audience. you looked down at him, now. your presence wasn't domineering, nor was it empathetic. the soft twisting of your features made it seem like you pitied him for the effort he put into getting his dick wet.
you sighed, “you're forgiven, for now.”
that caveat followed every time you accepted one of his miserable apologies, he noticed. maybe you wanted to leave room to take it back later. that made sense, considering you always brought up old shit during arguments. maybe you were promising to live in the present. nate didn't know or care, not when you had finally pulled your top off.
as he explored the soft expanse of your skin, nate came to the conclusion he liked you codependent. it made you needy and whiney and so hot his dick hurt. he also realized it was getting increasingly difficult to get an erection without looking at you, but that was a problem better solved when he's watching porn at home. none of that mattered now, because sinking into the white hot heat of your insides made him forget damn near everything, including himself.
honestly, now that he's thinking about it, he loved being codependent with you.
soooo excited for your stuff there is so little gay nate jacobs content out there which is BAFFLING to me
omg im happy to be of service anon !! i got three nate fics in my drafts, just trying to get happy with them lol. if anyone wants to request drabbles (>500 words) for adam frankenstein, nate jacobs, or felix catton, i am more than happy to oblige !!
fair warning: i won't do any super dark prompts just because its not my cup of tea.
on the third rewrite of the ftm!reader/nate jacobs fic and i came to the third-eye opening conclusion that im gonna write the plot of season 3 before it drops and sam levinson ruins all his (microscopic) character development
