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the creature x original male character
word count: 1.9k
warnings: stalking
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For the next several days, Yves had excuse each morning for why he could not leave. His maps weren't ready yet, his compass had mysteriously demagnetized, he had misplaced a belonging. After awaking for the seventh time in front of the hearth, marking his stay as a whole week long, he had run out of lies to tell. He needed to have a hard conversation with the man he had begun to think of as Adam.
Yves sat up on the sofa and stretched his arms over his head. He had upgraded from sleeping on the floor a few days ago at his host's insistence. He took this as a good sign that the hospitality offered to him was genuine, but his optimism was overshadowed by the other man's unpredictability. The dog, Lotte, sat next to his feet. She perked up as Yves stirred awake, and came over to stick her nose in his face. He smiled and pet her face and ears.
"Your terrible hound is attacking me!" he said through laughter. Although he hadn't looked over yet, he knew that his host was at the table. And even if he wasn't, it seemed he was able to hear every noise within his house.
Harsh, rumbling laughter came from across the room. "Lotte, come here. Behave yourself!" The dog obediently trotted away to her master.
Yves rubbed the blurriness of sleep out of his eyes and looked across the room. The Creature sat at the table, his hands clasped in front of him. There was a troubled look on his face.
The Creature was indeed worried. His guest had been here a week now, and some of his reasons for staying were clearly facetious, but he couldn't be sure of the other man's intentions. As Yves arose from the sofa and went to inspect his things, the Creature said quietly, "You are welcome to remain here as long as you may need. You do not have to lie to me."
"Oh, thank God." Yves sighed with relief. "I was not quite sure how to ask about that. I feel badly for living in your home and giving nothing in return."
"You are in luck, then. There is something rather important you can help me with… I cannot easily procure food and supplies, and there is a village a few miles down the road that has certainly grown tired of my visits. You, however, can go in my stead, and I will no longer have to steal from those humble people." The Creature had thought about this arrangement carefully. There was great risk in sharing this information: his visitor now had an idea of where to go if he wanted to leave. He sat nervously, awaiting his guest's reply.
"Well, that sounds more than fair. I speak terrible German, but I'm sure I can manage." Yves grinned at him, but his smile faltered. "Are you sure I am not intruding on your privacy?"
"Quite sure. I do not live so private of a life by choice."
Yves nodded. He strode across the room and extended his hand. "Then I believe we have a deal."
The Creature hesitantly reached out and took his hand, so much smaller than his own. Yves gave it a firm squeeze in lieu of a handshake, and then moved to sit across the table from him. The Creature sat quietly stunned by the first human touch he had felt in a long time, the first voluntary contact with his horrid form in many, many years. He fought back the tears building in his eyes. After all this time, he had finally been given a friend.
Oblivious to the other man's emotion, Yves spoke again. "Well, the pantry is looking awfully bare after my being here for a week. Why don't I head into town for us today?"
The Creature narrows his eyes in suspicion. He was immediately looking for a reason to leave, surely. But the way Yves had said "us" made his expression soften.
Yves noticed his hesitation to respond. "You are afraid I will leave, aren't you. I can promise you I won't — a remote village is not much to my liking — but I know you cannot believe me." Yves stood and went back across the room to his belongings. As he did so, he mumbled to himself, "Poor man."
The Creature could have wept for joy at such sympathetic words. His visitor must be a saint, or an angel sent from Heaven, to say such a thing to him. Yet this could all still be some cruel trick, too good to be true.
Yves returned to him and hauled his pack to the table. It was filled with clothing, books, some maps, and miscellaneous tools and trinkets. He drew out of it a small cloth pouch.
"Here, I will bring only my purse with me into town, so you know I will have to return here. As a learned man yourself, you understand I could not bear to leave behind the few books I still have."
Still skeptical, but feeling somewhat reassured, the Creature nodded. He silently stood and moved to go outside, and Yves followed.
The Creature pointed to one edge of the forest. "If you travel east for a mile or so, you will find the road to town. I do not know how long the journey may take, even on horseback, so I suggest you leave with haste to be back before the sun sets."
Yves nodded and glanced at his compass. "I will depart now, then. I shall see you again soon."
The Creature waited for Yves to be far out of sight and hearing before starting off into the woods after him. Following him was a rash course of action, but if the traveler intended to betray his trust he would not let him get away so easily. Or, if he wanted to deceive himself that his intentions were more noble, Yves could get lost again. The Creature moved quietly through the forest, quickly catching up to the horse and rider but remaining as far from them off the path as he could while keeping them in sight. To his slight dismay, the thrill of the hunt he had felt many years ago was returning. He felt once again that he was the most dangerous thing in these woods, and he was keeping Yves within distance to strike.
Yves reached the town without incident, surprisingly, and seemingly without any inkling that he had been followed. When he spoke to the first villagers he encountered, a farmer and his wife, the Creature learned he was not lying; his German really was terrible. The man pointed into the center of town and Yves followed his direction, walking Beau next to him. The Creature sat down in a bed of fallen leaves on the forest floor to wait.
For someone who has all the time in the world to pass, the Creature is not patient. Birds came to peck at the ground next to where he sat, but he waved them away when some began tugging at threads of his tattered coat. He should have brought something to read.
After what must have been longer than an hour, Yves walked out through the edge of town with many parcels and bags. The Creature rose from the ground, startling a nearby rabbit which turned and disappeared into the brush. He followed Yves once again for part of his journey home, then cut straight through the woods to arrive before the other man did. The sun was beginning to lower in the sky.
When he arrived back at the cabin, the Creature paced around indoors and out. Surely Yves should be back any minute.
As the sky sank into evening, the Creature became more and more worried that Yves would not return. He swung back and forth between anger and terrible concern that Yves had gotten lost again, or something worse. As the last of the sunlight began to wane, the Creature resolved to go out and look for him instead of continuing to pace about doing nothing. He burst out the door, his dog following closely behind him, and hurried towards the forest.
In the same moment, Yves and Beau shot out of the treeline. Yves pulled the reins back, and the horse tossed her head and quickly slowed to a halt. The Creature met Yves out in the field as he dismounted.
"What could possibly have delayed you so long, man?!" the Creature snapped, then quickly regretting his harsh words.
Yves was taken aback by the rude reception, but understood when the anger melted into sadness on the giant's face. "I thought I was in no hurry! And, I was not lost again, believe it or not. The wood is quite lovely, so we were taking a stroll until the sun began to set." Yves smiled slightly at the other man. "Are you really so concerned about me? That is rather kind of you, but I fear your worry is in excess."
"It is dangerous to be out in the night. There are wolves in these forests," the Creature said flatly, avoiding looking at him, as if that fully explained his behavior.
"Ah yes, surely…" Yves turned away, rolling his eyes, and he began gathering up his parcels from where he had stashed them in his saddle bags. "Anyways, I've got bread, and also flour and eggs, and some vegetables and potatoes, and beef-"
"I do not eat meat."
Yves gave him a strange look. A man of this size is a vegetarian? He shrugged. "Suit yourself."
The two of them made for a very odd domestic scene bringing the goods inside, the Creature carrying most of them at once. Now they had a bounty of food on the table, a crackling fire in the hearth, and candles lit as the last glow of sunlight disappeared. The Creature felt as if this must all be a pleasant dream, like many daydreams he'd had before, and he could wake up at any moment. But the guest in his home was very real, and still here despite his own erratic behavior. He sat, somewhat dazed and overwhelmed, half listening to Yves talk about the villagers and their trades.
Yves brought a hand to his face. stifling a yawn. "Well, I should be off to sleep. I trust this arrangement is suitable?"
The Creature looked at him blankly.
Yves gestured to the kitchen and table. "I do the shopping in town, and I can stay with you- stay here?"
Nodding silently, the Creature stood from his seat. He could talk to himself for hours in elegant prose, but when his words actually mattered in conversation he found himself speechless. "Good night."
Over by the fire, Yves called back to him, "Good night, Adam."
The Creature whipped around to face him. "Do not call me that name," he snapped.
Yves didn't falter. In fact, he did not react at all. "If that is your wish."
As he arranged his things by the sofa, he watched the Creature disappear into the recesses of the cabin. It was a small house, but the far end was obscured by shadows at night and by walls and closed curtains at day. He found himself wondering how much space there could possibly be back there for a bedroom. Yves laid down and watched the fire dance in the hearth until his eyes became heavy with sleep.
the creature x original male character
word count: 1.9k
warnings: stalking
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For the next several days, Yves had an excuse each morning for why he could not leave. His maps weren't ready yet, his compass had mysteriously demagnetized, he had misplaced a belonging. After awaking for the seventh time in front of the hearth, marking his stay as a whole week long, he had run out of lies to tell. He needed to have a hard conversation with the man he had begun to think of as Adam.
Yves sat up on the sofa and stretched his arms over his head. He had upgraded from sleeping on the floor a few days ago at his host's insistence. He took this as a good sign that the hospitality offered to him was genuine, but his optimism was overshadowed by the other man's unpredictability. The dog, Lotte, sat next to his feet. She perked up as Yves stirred awake, and came over to stick her nose in his face. He smiled and pet her face and ears.
"Your terrible hound is attacking me!" he said through laughter. Although he hadn't looked over yet, he knew that his host was at the table. And even if he wasn't, it seemed he was able to hear every noise within his house.
Harsh, rumbling laughter came from across the room. "Lotte, come here. Behave yourself!" The dog obediently trotted away to her master.
Yves rubbed the blurriness of sleep out of his eyes and looked across the room. The Creature sat at the table, his hands clasped in front of him. There was a troubled look on his face.
The Creature was indeed worried. His guest had been here a week now, and some of his reasons for staying were clearly facetious, but he couldn't be sure of the other man's intentions. As Yves arose from the sofa and went to inspect his things, the Creature said quietly, "You are welcome to remain here as long as you may need. You do not have to lie to me."
"Oh, thank God." Yves sighed with relief. "I was not quite sure how to ask about that. I feel badly for living in your home and giving nothing in return."
"You are in luck, then. There is something rather important you can help me with… I cannot easily procure food and supplies, and there is a village a few miles down the road that has certainly grown tired of my visits. You, however, can go in my stead, and I will no longer have to steal from those humble people." The Creature had thought about this arrangement carefully. There was great risk in sharing this information: his visitor now had an idea of where to go if he wanted to leave. He sat nervously, awaiting his guest's reply.
"Well, that sounds more than fair. I speak terrible German, but I'm sure I can manage." Yves grinned at him, but his smile faltered. "Are you sure I am not intruding on your privacy?"
"Quite sure. I do not live so private of a life by choice."
Yves nodded. He strode across the room and extended his hand. "Then I believe we have a deal."
The Creature hesitantly reached out and took his hand, so much smaller than his own. Yves gave it a firm squeeze in lieu of a handshake, and then moved to sit across the table from him. The Creature sat quietly stunned by the first human touch he had felt in a long time, the first voluntary contact with his horrid form in many, many years. He fought back the tears building in his eyes. After all this time, he had finally been given a friend.
Oblivious to the other man's emotion, Yves spoke again. "Well, the pantry is looking awfully bare after my being here for a week. Why don't I head into town for us today?"
The Creature narrows his eyes in suspicion. He was immediately looking for a reason to leave, surely. But the way Yves had said "us" made his expression soften.
Yves noticed his hesitation to respond. "You are afraid I will leave, aren't you. I can promise you I won't — a remote village is not much to my liking — but I know you cannot believe me." Yves stood and went back across the room to his belongings. As he did so, he mumbled to himself, "Poor man."
The Creature could have wept for joy at such sympathetic words. His visitor must be a saint, or an angel sent from Heaven, to say such a thing to him. Yet this could all still be some cruel trick, too good to be true.
Yves returned to him and hauled his pack to the table. It was filled with clothing, books, some maps, and miscellaneous tools and trinkets. He drew out of it a small cloth pouch.
"Here, I will bring only my purse with me into town, so you know I will have to return here. As a learned man yourself, you understand I could not bear to leave behind the few books I still have."
Still skeptical, but feeling somewhat reassured, the Creature nodded. He silently stood and moved to go outside, and Yves followed.
The Creature pointed to one edge of the forest. "If you travel east for a mile or so, you will find the road to town. I do not know how long the journey may take, even on horseback, so I suggest you leave with haste to be back before the sun sets."
Yves nodded and glanced at his compass. "I will depart now, then. I shall see you again soon."
The Creature waited for Yves to be far out of sight and hearing before starting off into the woods after him. Following him was a rash course of action, but if the traveler intended to betray his trust he would not let him get away so easily. Or, if he wanted to deceive himself that his intentions were more noble, Yves could get lost again. The Creature moved quietly through the forest, quickly catching up to the horse and rider but remaining as far from them off the path as he could while keeping them in sight. To his slight dismay, the thrill of the hunt he had felt many years ago was returning. He felt once again that he was the most dangerous thing in these woods, and he was keeping Yves within distance to strike.
Yves reached the town without incident, surprisingly, and seemingly without any inkling that he had been followed. When he spoke to the first villagers he encountered, a farmer and his wife, the Creature learned he was not lying; his German really was terrible. The man pointed into the center of town and Yves followed his direction, walking Beau next to him. The Creature sat down in a bed of fallen leaves on the forest floor to wait.
For someone who has all the time in the world to pass, the Creature is not patient. Birds came to peck at the ground next to where he sat, but he waved them away when some began tugging at threads of his tattered coat. He should have brought something to read.
After what must have been longer than an hour, Yves walked out through the edge of town with many parcels and bags. The Creature rose from the ground, startling a nearby rabbit which turned and disappeared into the brush. He followed Yves once again for part of his journey home, then cut straight through the woods to arrive before the other man did. The sun was beginning to lower in the sky.
When he arrived back at the cabin, the Creature paced around indoors and out. Surely Yves should be back any minute.
As the sky sank into evening, the Creature became more and more worried that Yves would not return. He swung back and forth between anger and terrible concern that Yves had gotten lost again, or something worse. As the last of the sunlight began to wane, the Creature resolved to go out and look for him instead of continuing to pace about doing nothing. He burst out the door, his dog following closely behind him, and hurried towards the forest.
In the same moment, Yves and Beau shot out of the treeline. Yves pulled the reins back, and the horse tossed her head and quickly slowed to a halt. The Creature met Yves out in the field as he dismounted.
"What could possibly have delayed you so long, man?!" the Creature snapped, then quickly regretting his harsh words.
Yves was taken aback by the rude reception, but understood when the anger melted into sadness on the giant's face. "I thought I was in no hurry! And, I was not lost again, believe it or not. The wood is quite lovely, so we were taking a stroll until the sun began to set." Yves smiled slightly at the other man. "Are you really so concerned about me? That is rather kind of you, but I fear your worry is in excess."
"It is dangerous to be out in the night. There are wolves in these forests," the Creature said flatly, avoiding looking at him, as if that fully explained his behavior.
"Ah yes, surely…" Yves turned away, rolling his eyes, and he began gathering up his parcels from where he had stashed them in his saddle bags. "Anyways, I've got bread, and also flour and eggs, and some vegetables and potatoes, and beef-"
"I do not eat meat."
Yves gave him a strange look. A man of this size is a vegetarian? He shrugged. "Suit yourself."
The two of them made for a very odd domestic scene bringing the goods inside, the Creature carrying most of them at once. Now they had a bounty of food on the table, a crackling fire in the hearth, and candles lit as the last glow of sunlight disappeared. The Creature felt as if this must all be a pleasant dream, like many daydreams he'd had before, and he could wake up at any moment. But the guest in his home was very real, and still here despite his own erratic behavior. He sat, somewhat dazed and overwhelmed, half listening to Yves talk about the villagers and their trades.
Yves brought a hand to his face. stifling a yawn. "Well, I should be off to sleep. I trust this arrangement is suitable?"
The Creature looked at him blankly.
Yves gestured to the kitchen and table. "I do the shopping in town, and I can stay with you- stay here?"
Nodding silently, the Creature stood from his seat. He could talk to himself for hours in elegant prose, but when his words actually mattered in conversation he found himself speechless. "Good night."
Over by the fire, Yves called back to him, "Good night, Adam."
The Creature whipped around to face him. "Do not call me that name," he snapped.
Yves didn't falter. In fact, he did not react at all. "If that is your wish."
As he arranged his things by the sofa, he watched the Creature disappear into the recesses of the cabin. It was a small house, but the far end was obscured by shadows at night and by walls and closed curtains at day. He found himself wondering how much space there could possibly be back there for a bedroom. Yves laid down and watched the fire dance in the hearth until his eyes became heavy with sleep.
Oh while I'm back online let me say hello my beautiful tens of followers, so far this calendar year I've found out that the ao3 author curse is real, I was extremely depressed and struggling just going to work and not doing any hobby things like writing. But now it's fully spring where I live so seasonal depression is over! I've been continuing to work on my Frankenstein fic and I also have a lot of ideas for one off monster smut. See you soon <3
I'm so glad I live in the age of the internet where I can think oh no this freaky video game man is hot, and then I go online and see an army of people agreeing
the creature x original male character
word count: 1.3k
warnings: none
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The traveler awoke with a start the next morning. The cabin was bright as day, he certainly had far overslept leaving at sunrise. He jumped again when he saw that his host was also in the main room, sitting at the large table slicing a loaf of bread.
The other man hadn't noticed him awaking, so the traveler took this opportunity to allow himself to stare. The giant sat hunched forwards, his long hair falling into his face until he absentmindedly tucked it behind his ear. His lips were parted slightly, revealing uncannily white teeth that stood out against his sickly skin. His nose looked as if it had been at broken at least once, and his eyes were placed on a slant just great enough to be noticeable. There was a large horizontal scar on his neck, and another on his forehead. Smaller marks littered the rest of his visible skin. As he observed, the traveler found himself thinking the stranger was beautiful despite the frightening aspects of his appearance. Like some marble statue of a mythical man-beast of antiquity, with cracks of age running through it. He was chastising himself internally for thinking something so untoward about his host when he realized his gaze was being met.
The giant sat unblinking for a moment before saying, "Good morning."
How long had he been staring back? The traveler felt his face grow hot with embarrassment. "Good morning, monsieur. I seem to have overslept." He stiffly got up from the floor, trying to straighten out his wrinkled clothes. "I will be on my way shortly."
"Is there such a hurry?" The reply came too quickly to be casual. "Come, share some bread with me. You have not overstayed your welcome."
Now feeling a bit uneasy, the traveler crossed the room and sat opposite to the stranger at the table. There was something at the back of his mind bothering him that he could not quite remember.
"Where is this, exactly? I'm afraid I've no sense of where I am."
His host laughed slightly. "France, Germany, does it truly matter? Do man's arbitrary, imagined lines have any meaning in the midst of Nature?" He saw the traveler frown and furrow his brow, and continued, "Truthfully, I believe we are just over the border into Germany. But is hard for me to know for sure, as I am not welcome in any village, town, or home."
The other man's thoughts clicked into place and his eyes widened. A being of unnatural height with undead flesh… He sat bolt upright.
"Are you… In Geneva-"
"The Frankenstein experiment?" the other man cut him off. "That would be I." Now it was his turn to frown. He fully expected the traveler to jump up and flee, leaving him alone once again. But he did not. He sat across the table with a look of horror creeping over his face, but he stayed. The Creature tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at his guest. Surely some terrible altercation was about to occur. Another bullet in his chest, and more blood on his hands.
But the visitor remained sitting completely still, hands pressed flat onto the table. He asked in disbelief, "You're alive. You survived?"
"Evidently so," the Creature replied dryly. "So it is true that the last Frankenstein tells the tale of his brother. That boy is capable of ruining the meager existence I have scraped together between the edges of the societies of Man." The Creature knew that Ernest Frankenstein almost definitely believed he died after disappearing in the Arctic, but being angry is still so much easier than giving an ounce of sympathy to the House of Frankenstein.
The Creature suddenly leaned forward, glaring down at his guest. "Or has Walton betrayed me?! The benevolent and true Walton, one of the only kind men I have known…" The Creature slowly withdrew and shrank back into himself.
The traveler was taken aback by the outburst, but curiosity won over his concern. "No, M. Frankenstein has spoken about discovering his brother's work. People believe the family to be cursed."
The Creature sat sullenly, looking down at his hands in his lap. "It is nearly after-noon. I assume you must go on your way now."
"To be honest, I am in no hurry. I intended to reach a small town to look for work, but you see how that went. Clearly I need to review my maps carefully before I set out again." It was the truth, but it was also an excuse. He found himself not wanting to leave just yet.
Trying to suppress his excitement, the Creature nodded in response. It had been so, so long since he last had human contact that did not end in him being driven away. Or running away. "You may stay as long as you need to."
Now that that agreement had been set, the two men ate in silence for a moment. The dog had come to sit at the Creature's side, looking up at him with big eyes to solicit a crust of bread, which he obliged.
"You never gave your name," the Creature said quietly.
"Yves. And you?"
"I have none."
Yves looked at him incredulously. "You have lived for years and you have no name? Not even Frankenstein?"
"I abhor that accursed name, and he gave me no name. If I were to have one it ought to be Lucifer, for all the destruction I have caused to mankind."
"Well, that is hardly fair. " Yves paused in thought for a moment. "Considering the story of Creation, you would be much more like Adam."
"I was made from things far less holy than earth. And Victor Frankenstein was no god."
"Well, if you refuse to have a name, then Adam should be as good as any other."
The Creature glared at the other man. Words that should have seemed kind, endearing even, instead rekindled the ever-present ache in his heart. He was not human. He was not deserving of a name such as that. He silently stared at Yves, who was still concerningly unbothered by the situation.
"Well, I should take my horse for a walk, if you would care to join me. She is very hot-blooded and needs exercise if we are not riding." Yves went to pick up some of his tack from where it lay on the floor next to his pack. "Her name is Beau, if you can believe that. My family bought her when I was young, and they let me name her, but I thought she was a stallion. My parents found it so amusing that the name stuck." His wistful expression saddened after he completed the story.
The Creature silently followed him outside. As Yves walked with Beau around the little meadow surrounding the house, the Creature followed him like a shadow. He was nearly as silent as one, too. It was no wonder he had been able to kill with such ease, Yves thought. Despite his unnatural size he was as quiet as a deer.
He found himself surprisingly unbothered by this. The man before him, or rather behind him now, did not seem to have any ill intent towards him.
As the Creature walked with Yves, he found himself feeling on edge. He was aware of his every breath and movement. Acting as if not to scare a wild animal, he felt that at any moment the other man would turn and run. Anything good in his life never lasts for long, because he does not deserve them.
But Yves did not leave. They completed a loop around the clearing and stood once again at the front of the cabin. Beau began to graze as the traveler secured her once more.
Yves turned toward the giant. "Well, we have the rest of the afternoon. Perhaps you can show me what's in your little library?"
The Creature's face lit up and his heart lept in his chest. "Yes, absolutely."
Thanks for reading! Next chapter is already in the works. There will be a teensy time skip because I'm impatient
The Creature, living in the woods as a hermit, finally meets a traveler willing to look past his monstrous appearance. When an overnight stay in his cabin turns into a long term residence, it seems the Creature may have found his companion at last.
the creature x original male character
word count: 1.1k
warnings: light body horror? the creature looks scary
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A lone traveler walked through the forest, with a map in one hand and a compass and the reins of his horse in the other. He looked back and forth between the map, the woods in front of him, up at the sky, at the compass, and then back again. His pace slowed; the path beneath his feet was hardly a path at all, and all he could see around him was endless trees. The man sighed with wordless frustration and his shoulders slumped with defeat. He was completely and utterly lost.
Looking towards the sky again, the sun was beginning its descent into evening and dark clouds loomed heavily on the horizon. Just when the traveler was resigning to turn back, or at least attempt to, something caught his eye. A thin ribbon of smoke wisped up into the air from deeper within the forest. Thinking its source could not be very far away, the man stepped off the faint path and into the brush with new purpose, his horse following begrudgingly.
The smoke was not coming from a village like he had hoped. As he approached a clearing in the trees the man saw it came from the chimney of a small, lone cabin. It was beginning to get dark and he could see the glow of candlelight in a window. Quickening his pace towards the house, he prayed that the woodsmen, or farmers, or whomever the occupants were could help him.
As he approached, something seemed odd about the building. The cabin was old and rotting, with some much newer looking wood tacked onto the worst parts. He suddenly realized what was wrong: the door of the house was massive, its width and height completely out of proportion to the rest. The traveler stopped and stood in front of the giant cabin door, filled with a sense of unease. Glancing at the rapidly setting sun, he raised his hand and knocked. The decrepit wood produced only a quiet, dull thud. He was about to knock again when he saw movement in the shadows of the candlelight.
Heavy footsteps approached the interior of the door. It opened with a creak, only wide enough for the occupant of the house to peer outside through the slim gap. The figure was entirely in shadow, but the traveler could see one watery eye reflecting the final rays of sunlight.
The traveler waited for the stranger to speak, but they did not. He awkwardly shoved his hands in his coat pockets while his horse impatiently pawed at the ground next to him.
He broke the far too long silence. "Hello, I am very sorry to trouble you but I appear to have gotten myself lost in the forest. Would you be so kind as to let me in for the night?" The figure in the door gave him no reply. "If you have a stable or shed I would even be happy to abide there. I will leave tomorrow at sunrise-"
"Ah yes, you wish to stay here?" The voice that came rasping from within the cabin was harsh and strange. "Fool, you will quit this place before the sun has gone past the horizon, like all those before thee."
The traveler took a large, trembling step backward. "Apologies for disturbing you, monsieur, I will leave immediately."
"You misunderstand me. I welcome you into my home, but you will not want to enter." A large, pale hand with blackened fingernails reached out from the shadows to grasp the edge of the door. The skin was a sickly yellow and horrifically twisted and scarred. "I am terribly deformed, and you will flee at the sight of me."
Steeling himself, the traveler replied shakily, "I am sure I can withstand the sight of you, monsieur, I am from the city and have seen all manners of people. I thank you for your kindness."
Without another word, the stranger pushed the door open and stepped out into the dusk, having to duck under the already gigantic door frame. The traveler found himself faced with the most extraordinary man, if he even could be called such.
Pale, thin skin stretched painfully over muscle and bone, giving an appearance much more like a cadaver than a living man. His face was as marred and warped as his hands, with a crooked nose and eyes, and blackened lips that breath surely should not be passing through. The pale, crooked features and sickly yellowed eyes stood in stark contrast to a mane of raven black hair. This man, this thing, loomed over the traveler, slightly bending down to look at his face.
The traveler gave a startled shout when the stranger emerged. When the ghastly apparition before him did not disappear, and continued to blink back at him silently, he took a deep breath and averted his gaze. The man had not lied; his affliction, whatever it may be, was grotesque. But it was dark and cold outside, and the stranger had a fire in his hearth. And he seemed harmless enough. He is only a man, the traveler reassured himself, and certainly weak from his illness.
"Allow me a moment to set up my horse for the night, and then I would be very grateful to accept your hospitality." Shakily, he stepped to the side of the cabin and began to undo his horse's saddle. The strange man followed behind him, his footfalls unnervingly quiet in the grass. The traveler tied a lead to a lone, broken fence post, and the stranger approached the steed. He held out his hand, and she instantly shoved her muzzle into his palm. The traveler couldn't help but smile a bit. She was always looking for a treat. He walked back over and gave her a pat on the neck, then followed the giant stranger indoors.
The ramshackle walls of the cabin did not at all match its neat, cozy interior. A healthy fire burned in the hearth, and in front of it a large dog slept on a soft-looking carpet. There were mismatched tables and chairs, cabinets, and, most surprisingly, a bookshelf. The stranger disappeared into another room and quickly returned carrying a pile of quilts and blankets.
"You can rest by the fire. Lotte will keep you company," he said, gesturing towards the dog, who looked up at him sleepily and huffed. Without another word the stranger turned and retreated out of sight, putting out the burning candle in the main room as he did so. He extinguished the flame with his bare fingers as if it were nothing.
The traveler laid his bedding down in front of the hearth and did his best to bundle up. The wolfish dog stood up with a whiny yawn, and laid back down immediately next to him. He still felt uneasy, as if he was being watched by an invisible observer, but exhaustion won over his nervousness. The traveler drifted off to sleep in front of the crackling fire. He dreamt of scalpels and bone saws and rotting meat.
AN: If you see this, thanks so much for reading! If you can't tell by my username and pfp the Creature is my favorite character ever and I'm having a lot of fun writing him and giving him a boyfriend. Will update soon hopefully
contains: dom reader, subby vamp bf, edging, masturbation, hand job, oral
700 words
I wrote this instead of sleeping the other day please enjoy
You arrived home for the evening to hear faint rustling sounds coming from your bedroom. Smiling to yourself, you dropped your things on the floor and went down the hall to peek through the crack of the door. Sure enough, your vampire boyfriend was on your bed, pathetically humping your pillow as he quietly moaned and whined.
Vampires need permission for certain things. When you first started seeing each other, he would ask "May I come in?" every single time he visited your apartment before he moved in, even though technically he only would have needed to ask once to have permission forever. Even though he doesn't truly need to, your boyfriend very much feels the need to ask if he is allowed to do other things as well. The most important being that he won't cum without your permission. And this morning before you left for work, you gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him that he's not allowed to cum today until you let him.
You enter the room and he looks over at you with teary eyes. Your pillow is soaked with his precum and he is shaky from overstimulation. He tries to say something to you, but he can't form words.
"Poor thing, have you been doing this all day? Let me help you." You went and sat on the end of your bed where he looked up at you, silently begging.
"Sit up," you instructed. You tossed the soiled pillow and his long ago abandoned pants and boxers down to the floor. "Touch yourself."
He obeyed and began stroking his weeping cock in his hand. You moved closer and kissed him deeply, feeling his fangs brush against your lips. You pulled his hand away from his cock and he whined into your mouth until you replaced it with your own, touching him carefully and agonizingly slowly. You rubbed your fingers around and over the tip, making him jerk violently under your touch.
You trailed kisses down his neck, his chest, his abdomen, and dragged your tongue down his lower stomach to the base of his cock all while still teasing him with your hand. He slumped forwards over you, all his muscles tense like a coiled spring. He moaned obscenely when you finally put your mouth on him.
You took his length in your mouth and played with his cockhead with your tongue how you knew he liked. You kept pressure on the base of his cock with your fingers, sometimes moving to stroke his sensitive balls.
When you finally release him he is trembling with tears streaking down his face. "Please," he whispers hoarsely.
You kept working him with your hand, rougher and a bit faster now, and laid your head on his shoulder. "Drink."
Instantly in a flash of white teeth, he was on you. The feeling of his fangs piercing the delicate skin of your neck was ecstasy like no other. You couldn't help grinding against his leg a bit. As he drank the life blood of your flesh and your own breathing became harder and sharper, you whispered in his ear to let it all out. To cum as hard as he can as a reward for being good all day.
Immediately he went rigid and cried out as he covered your hand in his release. It did not stop for some time, all of his pent up arousal spilling out of him and covering your pants too. His spasms of pleasure gradually faded as he panted onto your neck with hot breath. You stroked his back with your free hand and told him he was such a good boy and made such beautiful sounds for you.
When his bliss faded and he sat up, his pupils dilated and you knew he could smell your own arousal. He put one hand on your neck as his teeth latched back onto you and fumbled with your pants zipper with the other. You grabbed his wrist and shoved his hand under your waistband, too impatient to be touched. He was going to get his revenge and edge you for as long as he could before you came. And you relished every second of it.
The Creature, living in the woods as a hermit, finally meets a traveler willing to look past his monstrous appearance. When an overnight stay in his cabin turns into a long term residence, it seems the Creature may have found his companion at last.
the creature x original male character
word count: 1.1k
warnings: light body horror? the creature looks scary
read it on ao3
A lone traveler walked through the forest, with a map in one hand and a compass and the reins of his horse in the other. He looked back and forth between the map, the woods in front of him, up at the sky, at the compass, and then back again. His pace slowed; the path beneath his feet was hardly a path at all, and all he could see around him was endless trees. The man sighed with wordless frustration and his shoulders slumped with defeat. He was completely and utterly lost.
Looking towards the sky again, the sun was beginning its descent into evening and dark clouds loomed heavily on the horizon. Just when the traveler was resigning to turn back, or at least attempt to, something caught his eye. A thin ribbon of smoke wisped up into the air from deeper within the forest. Thinking its source could not be very far away, the man stepped off the faint path and into the brush with new purpose, his horse following begrudgingly.
The smoke was not coming from a village like he had hoped. As he approached a clearing in the trees the man saw it came from the chimney of a small, lone cabin. It was beginning to get dark and he could see the glow of candlelight in a window. Quickening his pace towards the house, he prayed that the woodsmen, or farmers, or whomever the occupants were could help him.
As he approached, something seemed odd about the building. The cabin was old and rotting, with some much newer looking wood tacked onto the worst parts. He suddenly realized what was wrong: the door of the house was massive, its width and height completely out of proportion to the rest. The traveler stopped and stood in front of the giant cabin door, filled with a sense of unease. Glancing at the rapidly setting sun, he raised his hand and knocked. The decrepit wood produced only a quiet, dull thud. He was about to knock again when he saw movement in the shadows of the candlelight.
Heavy footsteps approached the interior of the door. It opened with a creak, only wide enough for the occupant of the house to peer outside through the slim gap. The figure was entirely in shadow, but the traveler could see one watery eye reflecting the final rays of sunlight.
The traveler waited for the stranger to speak, but they did not. He awkwardly shoved his hands in his coat pockets while his horse impatiently pawed at the ground next to him.
He broke the far too long silence. "Hello, I am very sorry to trouble you but I appear to have gotten myself lost in the forest. Would you be so kind as to let me in for the night?" The figure in the door gave him no reply. "If you have a stable or shed I would even be happy to abide there. I will leave tomorrow at sunrise-"
"Ah yes, you wish to stay here?" The voice that came rasping from within the cabin was harsh and strange. "Fool, you will quit this place before the sun has gone past the horizon, like all those before thee."
The traveler took a large, trembling step backward. "Apologies for disturbing you, monsieur, I will leave immediately."
"You misunderstand me. I welcome you into my home, but you will not want to enter." A large, pale hand with blackened fingernails reached out from the shadows to grasp the edge of the door. The skin was a sickly yellow and horrifically twisted and scarred. "I am terribly deformed, and you will flee at the sight of me."
Steeling himself, the traveler replied shakily, "I am sure I can withstand the sight of you, monsieur, I am from the city and have seen all manners of people. I thank you for your kindness."
Without another word, the stranger pushed the door open and stepped out into the dusk, having to duck under the already gigantic door frame. The traveler found himself faced with the most extraordinary man, if he even could be called such.
Pale, thin skin stretched painfully over muscle and bone, giving an appearance much more like a cadaver than a living man. His face was as marred and warped as his hands, with a crooked nose and eyes, and blackened lips that breath surely should not be passing through. The pale, crooked features and sickly yellowed eyes stood in stark contrast to a mane of raven black hair. This man, this thing, loomed over the traveler, slightly bending down to look at his face.
The traveler gave a startled shout when the stranger emerged. When the ghastly apparition before him did not disappear, and continued to blink back at him silently, he took a deep breath and averted his gaze. The man had not lied; his affliction, whatever it may be, was grotesque. But it was dark and cold outside, and the stranger had a fire in his hearth. And he seemed harmless enough. He is only a man, the traveler reassured himself, and certainly weak from his illness.
"Allow me a moment to set up my horse for the night, and then I would be very grateful to accept your hospitality." Shakily, he stepped to the side of the cabin and began to undo his horse's saddle. The strange man followed behind him, his footfalls unnervingly quiet in the grass. The traveler tied a lead to a lone, broken fence post, and the stranger approached the steed. He held out his hand, and she instantly shoved her muzzle into his palm. The traveler couldn't help but smile a bit. She was always looking for a treat. He walked back over and gave her a pat on the neck, then followed the giant stranger indoors.
The ramshackle walls of the cabin did not at all match its neat, cozy interior. A healthy fire burned in the hearth, and in front of it a large dog slept on a soft-looking carpet. There were mismatched tables and chairs, cabinets, and, most surprisingly, a bookshelf. The stranger disappeared into another room and quickly returned carrying a pile of quilts and blankets.
"You can rest by the fire. Lotte will keep you company," he said, gesturing towards the dog, who looked up at him sleepily and huffed. Without another word the stranger turned and retreated out of sight, putting out the burning candle in the main room as he did so. He extinguished the flame with his bare fingers as if it were nothing.
The traveler laid his bedding down in front of the hearth and did his best to bundle up. The wolfish dog stood up with a whiny yawn, and laid back down immediately next to him. He still felt uneasy, as if he was being watched by an invisible observer, but exhaustion won over his nervousness. The traveler drifted off to sleep in front of the crackling fire. He dreamt of scalpels and bone saws and rotting meat.
AN: If you see this, thanks so much for reading! If you can't tell by my username and pfp the Creature is my favorite character ever and I'm having a lot of fun writing him and giving him a boyfriend. Will update soon hopefully
The Creature, living in the woods as a hermit, finally meets a traveler willing to look past his monstrous appearance. When an overnight stay in his cabin turns into a long term residence, it seems the Creature may have found his companion at last.
the creature x original male character
word count: 1.1k
warnings: light body horror? the creature looks scary
read it on ao3
A lone traveler walked through the forest, with a map in one hand and a compass and the reins of his horse in the other. He looked back and forth between the map, the woods in front of him, up at the sky, at the compass, and then back again. His pace slowed; the path beneath his feet was hardly a path at all, and all he could see around him was endless trees. The man sighed with wordless frustration and his shoulders slumped with defeat. He was completely and utterly lost.
Looking towards the sky again, the sun was beginning its descent into evening and dark clouds loomed heavily on the horizon. Just when the traveler was resigning to turn back, or at least attempt to, something caught his eye. A thin ribbon of smoke wisped up into the air from deeper within the forest. Thinking its source could not be very far away, the man stepped off the faint path and into the brush with new purpose, his horse following begrudgingly.
The smoke was not coming from a village like he had hoped. As he approached a clearing in the trees the man saw it came from the chimney of a small, lone cabin. It was beginning to get dark and he could see the glow of candlelight in a window. Quickening his pace towards the house, he prayed that the woodsmen, or farmers, or whomever the occupants were could help him.
As he approached, something seemed odd about the building. The cabin was old and rotting, with some much newer looking wood tacked onto the worst parts. He suddenly realized what was wrong: the door of the house was massive, its width and height completely out of proportion to the rest. The traveler stopped and stood in front of the giant cabin door, filled with a sense of unease. Glancing at the rapidly setting sun, he raised his hand and knocked. The decrepit wood produced only a quiet, dull thud. He was about to knock again when he saw movement in the shadows of the candlelight.
Heavy footsteps approached the interior of the door. It opened with a creak, only wide enough for the occupant of the house to peer outside through the slim gap. The figure was entirely in shadow, but the traveler could see one watery eye reflecting the final rays of sunlight.
The traveler waited for the stranger to speak, but they did not. He awkwardly shoved his hands in his coat pockets while his horse impatiently pawed at the ground next to him.
He broke the far too long silence. "Hello, I am very sorry to trouble you but I appear to have gotten myself lost in the forest. Would you be so kind as to let me in for the night?" The figure in the door gave him no reply. "If you have a stable or shed I would even be happy to abide there. I will leave tomorrow at sunrise-"
"Ah yes, you wish to stay here?" The voice that came rasping from within the cabin was harsh and strange. "Fool, you will quit this place before the sun has gone past the horizon, like all those before thee."
The traveler took a large, trembling step backward. "Apologies for disturbing you, monsieur, I will leave immediately."
"You misunderstand me. I welcome you into my home, but you will not want to enter." A large, pale hand with blackened fingernails reached out from the shadows to grasp the edge of the door. The skin was a sickly yellow and horrifically twisted and scarred. "I am terribly deformed, and you will flee at the sight of me."
Steeling himself, the traveler replied shakily, "I am sure I can withstand the sight of you, monsieur, I am from the city and have seen all manners of people. I thank you for your kindness."
Without another word, the stranger pushed the door open and stepped out into the dusk, having to duck under the already gigantic door frame. The traveler found himself faced with the most extraordinary man, if he even could be called such.
Pale, thin skin stretched painfully over muscle and bone, giving an appearance much more like a cadaver than a living man. His face was as marred and warped as his hands, with a crooked nose and eyes, and blackened lips that breath surely should not be passing through. The pale, crooked features and sickly yellowed eyes stood in stark contrast to a mane of raven black hair. This man, this thing, loomed over the traveler, slightly bending down to look at his face.
The traveler gave a startled shout when the stranger emerged. When the ghastly apparition before him did not disappear, and continued to blink back at him silently, he took a deep breath and averted his gaze. The man had not lied; his affliction, whatever it may be, was grotesque. But it was dark and cold outside, and the stranger had a fire in his hearth. And he seemed harmless enough. He is only a man, the traveler reassured himself, and certainly weak from his illness.
"Allow me a moment to set up my horse for the night, and then I would be very grateful to accept your hospitality." Shakily, he stepped to the side of the cabin and began to undo his horse's saddle. The strange man followed behind him, his footfalls unnervingly quiet in the grass. The traveler tied a lead to a lone, broken fence post, and the stranger approached the steed. He held out his hand, and she instantly shoved her muzzle into his palm. The traveler couldn't help but smile a bit. She was always looking for a treat. He walked back over and gave her a pat on the neck, then followed the giant stranger indoors.
The ramshackle walls of the cabin did not at all match its neat, cozy interior. A healthy fire burned in the hearth, and in front of it a large dog slept on a soft-looking carpet. There were mismatched tables and chairs, cabinets, and, most surprisingly, a bookshelf. The stranger disappeared into another room and quickly returned carrying a pile of quilts and blankets.
"You can rest by the fire. Lotte will keep you company," he said, gesturing towards the dog, who looked up at him sleepily and huffed. Without another word the stranger turned and retreated out of sight, putting out the burning candle in the main room as he did so. He extinguished the flame with his bare fingers as if it were nothing.
The traveler laid his bedding down in front of the hearth and did his best to bundle up. The wolfish dog stood up with a whiny yawn, and laid back down immediately next to him. He still felt uneasy, as if he was being watched by an invisible observer, but exhaustion won over his nervousness. The traveler drifted off to sleep in front of the crackling fire. He dreamt of scalpels and bone saws and rotting meat.
AN: If you see this, thanks so much for reading! If you can't tell by my username and pfp the Creature is my favorite character ever and I'm having a lot of fun writing him and giving him a boyfriend. Will update soon hopefully
I'm very pleasantly amused at the huge explosion of creature x reader fics because of the new movie. But, my dear few dozen people who may see this post, I can offer something new and different: male reader
