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“I asked chatgpt-” yeah well I asked Dr. Ryland Grace and he started yapping about how alien life forms might not need water to survive

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New Human

Summary: Grace didn't realise there was another human on board the Hail Mary

Pairing: Ryland Grace x fem! reader

Tags / Warnings: lots of fluff, Rocky being cute, nudity, mention of sex, some tears (we all love Rocky!), major spoilers!

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: I've been debating posting this for over a month now so I hope this reaches its intended audience. Enjoy :)

“Eye movement detected.” 

Your eyes flutter open to blurry and unfamiliar surroundings. You struggle to unzip the body bag and pull out the tube that was stuck in your throat. You gasp and cough loudly trying to make sense of where you are. 

Your memories are clouded. Uncertain of who you are, where you are and why you are. 

You wiggle your way out of your unzipped bag and push away robotic arms attempting to grab you. Your jumpsuit is drenched in sweat and stinks. 

“Hello?” you call out. “Helloooo? Is anyone there?” 

Looking up you noticed two of the bunk beds read; Olesya Ilyukhina: deceased, Yáo Li-Jie: deceased. You didn’t bother looking at the third one as a feeling of dread overcame you. Were these your friends? Were you the only one left? 

You shed yourself of your orange jumpsuit. Rustling through bags that were sprawled out across the floor. After finding no suitable clothes you grabbed a large blanket from Ilyukhina’s bag to wrap around yourself. 

You made your way up into the main area of the ship wandering around aimlessly. Calling out a weak “Hello” every so often.  

You stopped at the large circular window. Stars. A lot of stars. You reach out to touch the glass. You’re in space! You’re an astronaut! But why are- 

“I’m telling you Rocky there isn’t any possible wa-” 

You turn to see a handsome blond man with crooked glasses and a rock in a glass ball. A rock in a glass ball. 

“Rocky see another human! Grace not alone,” a robotic voice came from the rock. 

“Um...” the man seems to be avoiding eye contact with you. You looked down at yourself. 

“Oh!” 

In your awe of being in space for the first time you had dropped your blanket. Scrambling to grab the blanket and cover yourself your face was hot with embarrassment. 

“Rocky confused statement. Why is new human different to Grace human?” 

Grace laughed still avoiding eye contact. “That’s another thing I should probably explain to you buddy.” 

“I’m Grace by the way, this is Rocky,” Grace said gesturing to the alien rock. 

“Hello human,” Rocky spoke clenching and unclenching his hand. 

You tell them your name. 

“Is beautiful!” Rocky exclaimed. 

- 

The sound of waves crashing against the sand fills the room. You wished you could feel the water against your feet, but the LED screens are the closest you’ll get to being on a real beach right now. Your legs dangled off the side of the bridge where you sat side by side with Grace. 

“I know it’s a lot to take in,” Grace stated sitting beside you. He’d given you some clean clothes, but you held onto the blanket for comfort. 

“It’s just- I had a life you know? A family,” you croaked tears welling in your eyes. 

“My sister was pregnant before we left...and I’ll never get to meet that baby,” you sobbed. Grace put a hand on your shoulder. You leaned into him as he gave you a side hug. 

“But you’re doing it to save the world, so your sister’s child can live a full and happy life, that why you’re here, that why we’re both here,” Grace explained giving you a small squeeze. 

“Oh my god Bagel,” you cried sobbing harder than before.  

Grace is very confused. “Are you hungry?” 

“No, my cat, his name’s Bagel and he doesn’t even know I’m gone. My sister said she’d look after him but what if he still thinks I’m coming back? My poor boy.” 

Grace tries not to laugh at your ridiculous cat name and pats your back. 

Rocky tumbles into the room. “Rocky make new human gift. Rocky have gift for human.” 

Rocky tumbles over to you holding out a figurine through the glass. You take it from him and examine it closely. 

“Is it a cat?” you ask.  

“Yes cat cat! Like from videos Grace show Rocky!” 

You smile. “Thank you Rocky that’s very sweet. It even looks like Bagel.” 

Rocky makes an excited noise and wiggles his body. 

“Grace question.” 

“Yeah buddy?” Grace replies looking at the figurine in your hands. 

“Now that new different human here. Grace now have mate question?” 

“Woah buddy.” Grace removes his hand from your back. You awkwardly scooch away. 

“Just because there’s another human onboard does not mean that we have to mate, ok buddy?” 

Rocky makes a confused sound. “Why not question.” 

Grace sighs. Your eyes are stuck looking at your socked feet. 

“Because buddy, we don’t know each other very well and us humans will take some time together before we decide to...mate. Which doesn’t mean that we will!” 

Grace looks at you, “I’m really sorry about all this...I’m not saying that I want to-although if you- well maybe not a good idea-” Grace babbles. 

“It’s ok, he is an alien Rock after all, I think I’d be wondering the same thing.”  

Grace’s face goes bright red. 

“Grace, new human get to know each other,” Rocky demands before he tumbles out of the room. 

“He’s just playing around he’s-” 

You look up at Grace meeting his smiling kind eyes. 

~ 

You laugh as you sit at the bar listening to your crew mates butcher another karaoke song. Someone sits next to you. 

“You know despite their impeccable singing I think I’ll miss you most of all,” Grace admits offering you a drink. 

You smile at him. “Oh really? I thought you be glad to be rid of me.” 

Grace shakes his head. “Never, I’ll miss your stupid puns and constant nagging.” 

You roll your eyes at him. Grace places a hand on your thigh. 

“I really am going to miss you.” You give him a sad smile. 

“Then we better make this night worthwhile,” you state leaning your face close to his and kissing him. 

~ 

You break eye contact with Grace as the memory floods back.  

“I think I’m going to go lay down.” 

Grace nods. As you leave, he stares out into the “ocean”. A similar memory had come back to him. That definitely wasn’t the first time he’d seen you naked. 

- 

Grace groans as a pain strikes him in his temple. He places a hand on it only to find it bandaged. Maybe fishing on an undiscovered planet wasn’t so safe after all. You’d placed the patch work blanket on him as he slept. Grace pulls the blanket around himself as he drags himself up to follow the ashy trail Rocky left. 

There you were. Passed out with your cheek pressed against the glass of Rocky’s enclosure. He wasn’t moving.  

Your hair was frizzy and messy, eyes red and puffy from crying. But you looked so peaceful caring for your alien friend. Grace felt butterflies in his stomach as your eyes fluttered open and you smiled at him. 

“You’re awake,” you croaked. Grace smiled back.  

“Yeah.” 

You pushed yourself up and wrapped your arms around Grace’s shoulders squeezing him tightly. Grace held you tighter as you sobbed into the crook of his neck. The blanket now covering you both. 

“I thought I lost you both,” you sniffled. 

“No,” he whispered. “He’s gonna be ok.” 

- 

You walked into Rocky’s room, two cups of coffee in hand. Grace, as always insisted on watching Rocky sleep so that you could get some comfortable sleep in an actual bed and not on the ship floor. 

“Wakey Wak- Rocky?” 

Tap tap. 

Grace stirred slightly. Rocky stumbled into his ball rolling over to Grace. You stand completely still in shock. 

“Rock could you just-” 

Grace’s eyes widen as he realises his friend is awake. He throws his arms around Rocky. Tears well in his eyes. 

You drop both cups of hot coffee on the ground running over to join the embrace. 

“Did we find predator?” Rocky asks. Grace shakes his head followed by a quick nod. You roll your eyes at the scientist and laugh. 

“No is yes.” 

You and Grace show Rocky the breeder tank he designed.  

“Amaze. Amaze. Amaze.” 

“It’s all your design buddy, and Grace’s handy work of course,” you beam. 

“Hey, you helped too,” Grace added smiling at you. 

“I think my main contribution was bringing Grace coffee and forcing him to rest,” you laughed. 

“We can go home. Statement,” Rocky spoke. 

You and Grace smiled at each other.  

“We can go home,” Grace echoed.  

- 

Flashing bright lights filled the room as footage of fireworks were displayed on the LED screens. You sat side by side with Grace your legs dangling off the side of the bridge. 

“Rocky go put on special clothing for celebration. Rocky back to surprise statement.” 

Rocky tumbles out of the room to get dressed. You both laugh at his eagerness to impress. 

“I can’t believe we’re going home,” You state looking at Grace. 

“I know,” he smiles sweetly at you. 

“I bet you’ll be happy to see the last of me,” you teased bumping your shoulder against his. Grace shook his head. 

“No, I could never get rid of you, we’ve been through so much together.” 

You hummed in agreement, blushing slightly. 

“You’ll get to meet Bagel.” 

Grace laughed, “What an honour that will be.” 

“It’s been an insane journey,” you stated. 

“It has but I’m glad I had you to share it with.” 

Your blush intensified, “and Rocky.” 

“And Rocky,” Grace whispered. 

You both stared at each other silently. Tension growing between you. 

“Oh fuck it,” Grace whispered before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. Surprised at first, you then melted into the kiss. The kiss felt familiar, safe and loving. Grace cupped your jaw with his hand deepening the kiss. His lips were soft and gentle. You never wanted this moment to end. 

“Human mating ritual question?” Rocky’s robotic voice caused you both to break the kiss. 

“Uh no buddy it’s well, it’s-” Grace stammered. 

“You look cool Rocky,” you interrupted. 

Rocky shimmied in his celebration outfit. 

“Rocky can leave if humans need to mate.” 

You looked anywhere but at Grace. 

“No no buddy we’re here to ce-celebrate t-together,” Grace stuttered. 

“As family,” Rocky declared rolling over to the two of you. You smiled at the alien. 

“As family.” 

- 

Waves crashed against the sand. Real waves. Real sand.  

You walked hand in hand with Grace. Your other hand holding something small wrapped in a blanket. 

“They’re going to freak out,” Grace stated. 

“Definitely.” 

You walked up to Grace’s classroom set up. Grace pressed the spacebar on his laptop. 

“Good morning class we have a special surprise for you and I’m not just talking about my beautiful mate.” 

The Eridian children make excited noises. You walk closer to the glass crouching down and pulling the blanket back to reveal a newborn human baby. 

The children squeal running around their classroom in pure and utter joy and excitement. Their tiny minds blown. You laugh at them. 

“Ok settle down class,” Grace laughs. The children knock at the glass wanting to get closer. 

“I know, he’s incredible, I did help create him,” Grace shrugs. You roll your eyes at him.  

“But my mate did most of the work.” 

You both smile at each other. Overjoyed with your new life on a new planet. With your new friends. And new family. 

- 

A/N: you’ve no idea how tempted I was to name the baby Bagel 

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The Maid

Summary: the Creature meets Lady Ellington's maid

Pairing: The Creature (Adam Frankenstein) x fem reader

Tags/Warnings: smut, p in v, oral (fem receiving), loss of virginity, fingering, outdoor sex, lots of fluff, the creature is referred to as Adam

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Hello! It's been a bit since I've posted but I'd love to post more frequently on here so if anyone has any suggestions for future fics let me know! Thank you so much for all the love and attention on my other Frankenstein fics it makes my heart so incredibly happy :)

With no creator to hold him hostage the creature roamed the earth. In search of what, he was unsure. Perhaps he could find a home, a meaning or even a companion. 

As he walked, he noticed the snow begin to melt beneath his leather boots. Trees whose branches were bare began to flower producing petals that would fall and catch in the creature’s hair. 

Animals the creature had only seen illustrations of appeared in the forest. Birds sang a new and beautiful tune in the flowering trees while white spotted fawns pranced in the growing grass. 

The creature was at one with nature. The animals did not fear him but accepted them into their home. Saw him as an equal. A being misunderstood by humanity. 

Snap. 

The creature looked in the direction of the sound. For a split second he thought he saw a pair of human eyes staring at him. He moved cautiously closer. But no one was to be seen. 

Another snap. This one further away. Adam looked up to see a female figure running in the opposite direction away from him. 

Adam turned his gaze down to the forest floor. He’d scared off yet another human. 

- 

Adam wandered in the figure’s direction. The sun had begun to set creating a medley of pinks and oranges in the sky. 

As the trees began to clear, a large Georgian country house came into view.  

Adam stepped cautiously closer hoping to observe from afar. The house seemed mostly empty. As he got closer to the rear of the home, he noticed a girl dressed in maid uniform sitting at the back door, her mouth smeared with red juice. She locks eyes with him. 

“You promise you won’t tell Lady Ellington, will you?” you plead desperately, a half-eaten strawberry in one hand. The creature shook his head silently, amazed that this girl didn’t run or scream. 

You sigh, “Thank you. I promise I didn’t steal them...I just picked a few extra. Fran won’t notice she’s practically blind anyway, she’s the head maid. Are you the new stable boy?” 

“Y-yes,” Adam stuttered. 

“Would you like one?” you reached your arm out with a fresh, bright red strawberry in hand to Adam. He gently took it from you. You patted the seat next to you. Shy at first Adam sat on the doorstep beside you.  

“Cheers,” you said grabbing another strawberry from your apron and tipping it off Adam’s. Adam watched as you bit into the strawberry, its juices dripping down your hand. He mirrored your actions biting into the fruit. Adam’s eyes widened. He’d never tasted anything so sweet and delicious before. Chewing slowly to savour the flavour. 

“Aren’t they divine?” you chuckled, patting your face dry with a napkin you had hidden in your side pocket. 

The juices dribbled down Adam’s chin as he chewed. He looked back into the forest wondering where he could find more of this “divine” fruit. 

“Oh, do you mind if I?” you gesture with the napkin. Adam looks at you confused, the corners of his mouth dripping with juice. You reach over and softly tap the juices away from his chin. Adam admires you as you do. Noticing every hair, pore, line and curve of your face. You’re a true beauty he’d only ever read about in books. 

“P-pretty,” Adam whispers. You blush turning your face away from him. Adam puts his fingers on the side of your chin gently moving your face back to look at him, wanting to admire you for hours on end. Your face flushes having never been so close to a man before.  

“You have such lovely brown eyes,” you sputtered. 

“I-” Adam began but was quickly cut off by the sound of horse hooves dragging a carriage in the distance. You abruptly stand up and wipe down your apron and backside. 

“That’ll be Lady Ellington back from the ball. I need to ready her bath,” you state. Adam rises trying to hide his annoyance with the disturbance. 

“Th-thank you.” Adam says. You smile up at him placing a handful of berries into his hand. 

“I hope I get to see you again.” 

Adam smiles back, “I’d l-like th-that-t" 

“You’re not really the stable boy, are you?” 

Adam shakes his head.  

“I thought so, you’re too tall-” 

Your name is called from inside the house.  

“That’ll be Fran,” you sigh. 

You jump onto your tippy toes and place a kiss on Adam’s cheek. 

“Remember not to tell anyone,” you whisper before escaping into the house. 

Adam places a hand to his cheek where your lips once were. His stomach flutters with butterflies. 

- 

Adam returned at your door the following day in hopes of seeing you once again. As the sun began to disappear into the horizon the creature doubted your return. Perhaps simply the thought of seeing his scarred face was enough to keep you hidden in the stone walls of the Ellington house. 

Adam looked down at the small bouquet of daffodils in his hand. As he turned to walk away the door creaked open.  

“Hello again friend,” you said stepping down the steps by the door. You held out your hand to the creature. “Come sit.” 

Taking your hand Adam sat beside you on the steps. He thrust the bouquet in front of you. 

“F-for y-you.” 

Your eyes lit up and you smiled suppressing a squeal of delight. Adam felt warmness in his chest as you took the flowers from him. 

“Thank you,” you whispered holding the bouquet to your chest. “I love daffodils. They always remind me of my mother.” 

“I-I picked-d them be-be-because they remind m-me of your s-smile,” Adam stuttered. He looked up at you and couldn’t help but mirror your look of delight. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been given flowers before, especially not by a man,” you admitted. Adam was surprised by this information having assumed you must have suitors calling for you and presenting you with lavish gifts regularly.  

Breaking him from his thoughts you leaned over and pressed your lips to his temple. Adam’s heart pounded in his chest as you pulled away. He stared at your lips wanting nothing more than to feel the touch of them against his, to hold you close and feel- 

Your name was called from inside the house. 

“Apologies I must go, I think Lady Ellington needs help unlacing her corset.”  

Adam’s heart sank knowing it’ll be another 24 hours before he gets to see you again. The call for your name turns from a shout to a scream. 

“Thank you for the flowers I’ll see you tomorrow.” You gave Adam a quick hug before running back inside. 

“I’m coming my Lady,” you exclaimed. 

Adam sat left alone yet again on the doorsteps.  

- 

The both of you had made it a habit of seeing each other every evening, conversing for hours on end often leading to you falling asleep on Adam’s shoulder. You gave him a purpose, a reason to keep living, a reason to love. 

As Adam made his evening walk up to the Ellington estate, he heard orchestral music playing from inside the house.  

As he raised his fist to knock on the wooden door the door springs open. 

“Adam!” you hug him tightly then take his hand. 

“Do you hear the music? The lady is hosting a ball! I can’t be away for too long as we are awfully busy managing so many guests but come look.” You drag him over to the side of the house.  

Through the massive ornate glass window lords and ladies dance in elegant and lavish clothing. There are tables full of carefully decorated and brightly coloured desserts and drinks. A full orchestra and conductor in the corner playing beautiful melodies. 

“Oh, I wish I could join them,” you expressed, humming along with the music. Although it did cross Adam’s mind to drag you in to join the party, he quickly discarded that idea knowing the consequences of a maid and her sewn together friend taking to the dance floor. 

Adam observed a man in a tailcoat bow and offer his hand to a lady dressed in a frilly red gown. The lady curtsied taking the man’s hand. He led her to the dancefloor. 

“Ugh I did spend so long getting the colour of those cakes right. Lady Ellington was so specific about the pink-” you turned to see Adam bow and offer his hand to you. You glanced back at the window making sure no one noticed the two of you outside. They were all too busy twirling around or stuffing their faces with cakes you and Fran had spent hours decorating. 

You curtsy grabbing your skirt that was still stained with icing sugar. You take Adam’s hand and he pulls you in close to dance. You place your hand on his shoulder while his rests on your waist. You both sway to the music attempting to mirror the dancers inside. 

“Adam, I must admit I do not know how to dance.” 

Adam leans down to press his forehead against yours. “Nor do I... but in this moment the only th-thing that m-matters in this world is y-you.” 

You move your head back an inch to look into his eyes. The tips of your noses touching. 

“I hope you won’t find it rude for me to ask, but... would you kiss me?” you whisper. Adam moves his head down slowly and gently meeting his lips to yours. You move your hands to cup his face and to pull him in to deepen the kiss. Adams hands rest on your waist pressing your body against his. 

Behind you the guest continued their dances. Their bright fashionably clothing a contrast to your maid uniform and Adam’s dark tattered clothing. 

You pull apart, resting your foreheads together once more. 

“I must go,” you whisper. “The rest of the staff will be looking for me.” 

“P-please stay.” There’s a desperation and sadness in his voice. You can’t help but hesitate. 

You look back at the party. Lords and Ladies are drinking and eating excessively with no care of their messiness. You know you will be the one to clean it up. 

“I can stay with you a little while longer.” 

A smile creeps back onto Adam’s face. He takes your hand pulling you towards the forest. The sound of the music and chatter fades as more and more trees surround you. 

He stops at a small clearing in the trees and turns to you. He cups your face with both hands rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs. 

“I have never felt such a f-feeling before. This new unfamiliar feeling love, I feel it so intensely and entirely when I look into your eyes. I read about it in many books, but I did not think it real, until I met y-you. Now, I truly know what it means to love.” 

You are taken aback by his words not knowing what else to say, “I love you, Adam.” 

He leans his head down lips mere centimetres from yours. “I love you too.” 

He kisses you more intensely than before. You wrap your arms around him your bodies pressed into one another. Adam breaks the kiss to lay his fur covering onto the forest floor. 

“I wish to do something I have dreamed about ever since we met.” 

He picks you up bridal style and lays you on the fur. Adam kneels before you. He gently parts your legs. You shiver as his hands glide up your thighs grabbing onto the sides of your underwear. Your face red hot as your lower half is completely exposed to the nature around you and Adam’s hungry eyes. 

“Do you wish that I would not touch you?” Adam asked pulling your underwear up and off your feet 

“No, I’ve just never done such a thing before...I thought perhaps I’d be married when the time came.” 

Adam smiled down at you, “Nor have I, but I promise you I will not degrade you nor do I wish to harm you. I promise you my love I intend on marrying you.” 

You smile back at him. Your worries of the Ellington house far gone as all that matters in this moment is the man kneeling before you. 

“I hope I can p-please you,” Adam says crouching down once more so close you feel his breath on your clit. Your breath hitches as he licks from your entrance to the hood of your clit. You feel him smile against you as you lay back and look up at the stars through the branches of the trees. 

Adam begins to lap at your clit moaning at the taste of your wetness. He gently sucks and flicks his tongue. He places one arm on your torso to hold you down as you wriggle and moan. Adam uses his other hand to slip a single digit in and out as he continues his tongues attention on your clit. Adding another finger, he picks up the pace as your moans get louder. 

“Oh Adam,” you yell as you cum on his fingers and tongue. The birds once sitting in nearby trees flying off at the loud sound. 

Adam gives you one last flat tongued lick and sucking his fingers before framing his arms on either side of your head. His smile almost cocky as you panted underneath him still coming down from your orgasm. 

He placed a gentle kiss on your lips. 

“May I continue?” he asked as if asking for you to pass the salt at the dinner table.  

You let out a breathy laugh, “You may.” 

Adam sat back on his knees pulling his tunic over his head exposing his scarred and stitched torso. You sat up to admire him. Moonlight being the only source of light, he looked like he was sculpted from marble. 

You mirrored his actions taking your uniform and undergarments off leaving you fully naked before him. 

Adam lent down once more his naked body pressed against yours. You could feel him long and hard against your inner thigh. 

With his lips hovering over yours he guided himself into you, slowly inch by inch. Any time you would flinch or groan he’d back away slightly only going further based on your reactions. 

As Adam’s pelvis met yours, he kissed you gently moaning into the kiss at the feeling of you soaked, warm and wrapped around him. Breaking the kiss, he pressed his forehead to yours slowly moving his hips, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. 

His thrusts began increasing as you moaned louder. Adam’s own moans increasing as he reached closer and closer to orgasm. 

The only sound filling the forest was flesh slapping against flesh and the sounds of your pleasure.  

Adam pressed his lips against yours as he released inside of you. You wrapped your arms around him as he collapsed on top of you. You pet his hair as he panted, his face buried into your neck. 

“I don’t ever want this to end,” you whisper, combing your fingers through Adam’s locks. 

“Then let us wed, be with one another until the end of time.” 

You smile turning to face Adam who was staring at you with doe eyes. You place a kiss on the tip of his nose. 

“I love you, Adam.” 

“I love you too.” 

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Apologies for my long absence!

I am currently working on another Frankenstein fic (it may or may not be smutty!)

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Little Bride

Summary: Managing to escape the vaults on the day of your wedding you meet a particular Ghoul who is also looking for your sister Lucy.

Pairing: The Ghoul / Cooper Hoffman x fem reader

Warnings: Smut, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, kinda non-con, cheating, kidnapping, the Ghoul does refer to himself as Daddy at one point

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Not my best work but I've been in love with the Ghoul since season 1 so hope this is ok! Happy to do more Fallout series fics so any request/suggestions let me know :)

You can’t believe it. You’ve made it. Of course, “it” being the wasteland, completely covered in desert sand, decaying bodies and god knows what else. But somewhere out there is your sister Lucy who’s looking for your father and boy are you determined to find her. 

Preferably you would’ve entered the surface in more appropriate attire, wearing a wedding dress two sizes too small and previously worn by your sister wasn’t the most thought-out idea but hey you had one opportunity to get out of vault 33 and you took it even if it meant leaving your soon-to-be husband at the altar. Aw well, I guess you’ll stay a virgin another day. 

Your white high heeled wedding shoes pinched your feet as you made your way through the sand. The thought of walking barefoot in the dirty sand disgusted you but the shoes weren’t giving you much coverage either. 

In the distance you spot a dark figure wearing a cowboy hat and a dog walking by his side. 

“Hello! Hello! Excuse me sir!” you yell attempting to catch up to him. The figure turns to face you and as you get nearer you notice his features...or lack thereof. 

“Excuse me sir I’m looking for my sister she’s-” 

“Now why do I get the irritating feelin’ that you're some relation to Lucy McClean?” the Ghoul wonders aloud. You gasped beaming with delight. 

“Yes! She’s my sister! Do you know her? How did you know-” 

“You both have that same dumb smile,” the Ghoul stated almost annoyed. Your smile dropped. As children you and Lucy were inseparable and comparisons were often drawn between the two of you, taking after your mother of course. 

“I’m looking for her,” you stated. 

“As am I,” the Ghoul began to look you up and down. You shifted uncomfortably.  

“And why exactly is a pretty little bride searching all alone in the wasteland then huh?” the Ghoul continued.  

“Be-because I’m the only person that knows my sister better than anyone and uh it just so happened that the only day I could escape the vault was in fact the day of my wedding,” you admit.  

The Ghoul smirks at this statement, “Well then pretty lady, it must be my lucky day because you’re gonna help me find your sister. But see your sister has been causin’ me some trouble lately so I will be needing some...payment from you in return for her disobedience.”  

The Ghoul makes his way closer to you. 

You frown in confusion, “Like wha-” 

He grabs your wrists and ties them together tightly with rope. 

“Now pretty lady, I don’ know if I can trust you just yet so this is only a precaution until I know you’ll do what you’re told. God knows your sister doesn’t.” 

You struggle against the restraints. The Ghoul takes you by your waist and slings you over his shoulder. Your veil just barely holding on. 

“Hey! What the heck!” you yell. The Ghoul slaps your ass. 

“Firstly, we’ll have to consummate that marriage of yours little lady,” the Ghoul laughs walking towards an abandoned town in the distance. 

- 

The Ghoul sits you down on an old dusty table in an abandoned house with no windows nor doors and not much walls either. He places his hat to the side. You blow a strand of hair out of your face. 

“Listen sir, whatever it is my sister has done-” you began. The Ghoul places a knee between your thighs pushing them open so that he can stand between them. 

“You can call me Coop sweetheart.” 

“Coop.” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

“I’m sure there’s a more rational solution to whatever it is my sister has done. But taking advantage of a bride on her wedding day is-” 

Coop presses himself against your crotch. “Oh, it’s your wedding day, is it?” 

“Yes.” 

“Well, I think it’s only right little lady that we bless this union and consummate your marriage. Since of course your poor husband can't be here.” Coop leans in and presses himself harder onto you. A wet spot grows in your lacy wedding lingerie.  

“But my husband-” 

“He don’t have to know.” Coop's gloved hand moves up your thigh. He slips two fingers into your panties. The sensation of the leather glove causes a shiver to run down your spine. 

Oh, fudge it. Your “husband” wasn’t the best looking and hey, you’ll probably die out here in the wasteland anyway. 

Coop begins rubbing tight little circles around your clit. You gasped, whimpering as he applies more pressure and faster circles. 

“Oh, you’re a good girl alright but, like your sister you talk too damn much.” Cooper removes his hand from your panties causing you to whimper at the loss of touch. The Ghoul licks your wetness from his gloves before taking it off and shoving it in your mouth. You moan in protest. 

He leans down. His mouth by your ear. 

“You know, it’s been quite some time since I’ve done any of this. I just hope I ain’t too rusty,” he growls before licking the shell of your ear. You cringe and move your head away at the feeling causing Cooper to let out a laugh. 

“Now let’s see what we’re working with.” Cooper gets on his knees his face inches away from your soaking wet pussy. He licks his way up either side of your inner thigh before taking your “something blue” garter off with his teeth. 

“Too bad your husband wasn’t the one to do that.” He sling-shots the garter off to the side. “Or this.” 

Cooper pulls your lacy panties off before using his thumb to part your slit. Your pussy juice glistening in the light. 

“You know there are a lot of ugly things out there in the wasteland but that right there sweetheart-" flattening his tongue he licks from your hole to your clit. "-is one pretty pink pussy.” 

Cooper attacks your clit with his tongue lapping it up like a dog who hasn’t had water for days. You spat out the glove moaning louder than you thought humanly possible. Coop forces your legs to stay open with his hands digging into your inner thighs keeping them from closing in on his head. 

“God sweetheart you taste incredible,” Coop breathed continuing to lick your most sensitive area. Sure, it’s been a while since Cooper Hoffman had seen any action, but he sure had a talented tongue and knew what to do with it.  

You assumed you’d died and gone to heaven. Of course you weren’t a complete virgin, but messing around with cousins definitely didn’t involve pleasure on your end. 

As you came you saw genuine stars. Unable to comprehend all that came from your mouth was complete and utter gibberish. 

Satisfied with himself and grinning from ear to ear, Cooper stood up, mouth glistening with your arousal. 

“Now that the lady is prepared, it’s time for you and I to go for a ride.” Cooper grabbed his hat placing it back on his head. He crashes his lips into yours. His lips chapped and dry but god they taste good. Lips and tongues clashed together as Coop slowly lowered you onto the table so that you lay flat on the table with your legs dangling on the edge. 

Coop gave one last lick of your lips before reaching into his trousers and taking his cock out. He pumped himself a few times lining up with your entrance eager to let him in. 

“You do me a favour darlin’?” Coop asked, only his tip inside you. You nodded. 

“When I fuck this tight little cunt of yours, I want you to scream real loud for me.” 

And loud you were. As Coop stretched you your groan echoed throughout the empty house. He gives you a brief moment to adjust. 

“God I forgot how good fuckin’ a tight pussy is,” Coop groaned before quite literally fucking you into the table. His thrusts were fast and deep, allowing you to feel every last inch of him stretching and fucking you. 

“Oh Coop,” you moaned eyes rolling back. You struggle against your restraints wanting nothing more than to dig your nails into his back. Cooper takes your right leg placing your high heeled foot on his shoulder allowing him to get even deeper.  

Cooper laughed, “I bet your husband is one jealous motherfucker.” 

His breathing and groans become erratic as he reaches closer to the edge.  

“Please Cooper!” you beg, feeling pleasure like you’ve never felt before. 

“Oh yes darlin’ you better beg for Daddy's cum,” Cooper grunts, his thrusts getting faster. 

“Oh please! Please! I need oh-” 

The Ghoul fills you up with a loud groan before gently placing your legs down. 

Breathless you sit yourself back up on the table.  

“I don’t think my Dad will be very happy that I lost my virginity to a ghoul,” you state attempting to wipe the sweat off your brow with your tied up arms. 

“I hope he ain’t. He may have been involved in fucking up the world, but god does his daughter have a good pussy,” Cooper replies untying you. 

“Now, let’s find that sister of yours.” 

- 

Lucy’s eyes flicker open. A needle and tube attached to her arm. She winces at the sun in her eyes and pulls the tube from her arm. 

“Lucy?” You’re sitting by her side still in your white dress. 

“Oh my God! It’s you! How did you-is that a wedding dress? Did you get married without-” Lucy gushed but you cut her off with a hug. 

Sitting only a few feet away in a lawn chair the Ghoul rolls his eyes. 

“I missed you,” you whispered. You smile at each other. 

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Lucy whispered tucking hair behind your ear, grinning like a mad man.

“I know...you wouldn’t happen to have any spare underwear by any chance, would you?” you ask attempting to be casual. 

“What happened to your underwear?” Lucy questioned with a frown, confused. 

“Yeah sweetheart, what happened to your little panties,” Cooper spoke, a shit eating grin on his face. 

Lucy looked back to you still confused waiting for an answer. 

“Heh, don’t worry about it.” 

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A "Romance" Novel

Summary: Adam finds a "romance" novel you had for some reason hidden under your bed. (Kind of a part 2 to Calico Creature)

Pairing: The Creature / Adam Frankenstein x fem reader

Warnings: lots of smut, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (fem receiving), fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: it's been a while since I've written something so apologies! I'm hoping to write some non Frankenstein fanfics soon but Adam is just too damn sexy. Any feedback or suggestions let me know! Enjoy :)

Henry lay Alice onto the bed. Gently releasing her of her restricting corset. 

“I love you Alice, and I will not let anyone get in the way of our love,” Henry confessed before his fingers slipped into- 

“When will that snow stop? I swear spring will never come at this rate,” you said shaking off the snow from your heavy coat before placing it on a hook on the wall. 

Adam had been sat by the fire reading a book you for some reason had hidden under the bed. Of course, this wasn’t his first read of the book, the romantic and steamy scenes intrigued Adam. He often pictured himself as the protagonist, Henry a poor farm boy and you as Alice, a viscountess who had a forbidden and lustful romance. 

You brushed your hair out untangling it from its braid. Adam felt his face flush as he looked at you, your face lit by the crackling fire your eyes gentle as you smiled at him.  

Adam adored you. Although you hadn’t done anything quite like Alice and Henry, you both slept in the same bed which would often lead to close cuddling and Adam gently kissing your face as you slept. Nights without you were tough, every so often you’d travel to your mother’s home to help your younger brother with his schoolwork. The bed always felt so empty and cold. Adam would scoop up your cat Freddie for warmth despite her meows of protest. 

“What book are you reading?” you asked sitting in the chair opposite him with your feet up on a stool. Adam looked at the cover of the book. “A f-f-forbidden romance.” 

Your face flushed red hot. The book was one a close friend of yours had given to you before she had gotten married. She had told you it had all the details you needed to know about being with a man. You’d read it too of course, a single woman living on her own with only her cat to keep her company. You’d longed for a companion who’d treat you as Henry treated Alice. But you were shocked Adam had taken an interest in it. 

“It’s quite a read,” you stammered your gaze lowered down to the tips of your socked toes.  

“Freddie f-found it under your bed,” Adam stated. You glared over at your cat who was peacefully sleeping by the fire. “What do you think of it?” you questioned, curiosity in your voice. 

Adam smiled, “I like it, I’ve r-r-read it a few times.” Somehow your cheeks got hotter. So, he’s read that scene and that scene? 

“I like the relationship between H-Henry and A-Alice,” Adam continued. In that moment you regretted teaching this man to read. “I think that we are s-similar to them.” 

For the first time since you walked in the door your eyes met Adam’s who had been looking at you this whole time. “How so?” you questioned nervously. 

Adam smiled, “They lay in bed together and they l-love each other.” You couldn’t help but smile back at him. Yes, there are many erotic scenes in the book but at the core of it all is love, and that was something you’d felt for Adam ever since you’d met him. 

“They also do other things in bed together,” you pointed out. Now was Adam’s turn to blush. He broke eye contact with you and turned his gaze to the fire. 

“Y-yes, it’s quite enjoyable t-to read,” Adam admitted. You let out a little giggle. He smiled at you loving the sound of your laugh. 

- 

Adam lay on the bed watching you slip on your nightgown. The cottage was small meaning there wasn’t anywhere to hide when dressing or undressing. You had made Adam turn around the first few months of living together but you’d gotten so used to each other it didn’t seem to bother you anymore. Adam loved to admire you stripping off each item of clothing, his eyes always lingering between your legs and chest. 

You slipped under the covers next to Adam. He pulled you into his chest. You allowed your head to rest in the crook of his neck. 

He whispered your name. You looked up at him. He leaned his face closer to yours, your noses touching. “Yes?” 

“I-I-I wish to kiss you,” he whispered. Before you could react, Adam had pressed his lips to yours. You allowed your eyes to flutter shut enjoying the feeling of his kiss, which you can only assume he learned from Henry. You reached your hands up to cup his face. Adam pulled back and pressed his forehead against yours. 

“I-I’d like to t-touch you as Henry touches Alice,” Adam expressed. 

“Adam, we don’t have to do anything more if you do not wish,” you whispered caressing his cheek with your thumbs. “I-I want to,” Adam replied. He put both hands on your waist and lifted you onto his lap. As you straddled him you could feel him hardening beneath you.  

Adams hands travelled up your thighs pushing your nightgown up and over your head. There you sat. Completely naked on top of a man you promised your grandfather you’d look after. But it seemed this man was happier looking after you. 

Adam cupped both your breasts in his hands and squeezed them gently, looking at you for reassurance. You placed your hands over his urging him to squeeze a bit harder. Adam obeyed squeezing harder and rubbing his thumbs over your hardened nipples. He watched your face carefully for your reactions. 

You began to grind against his lap. Your clit rubbing against his clothed cock. You both moaned in unison. Although Adam was trying to remember everything from the book, he allowed his natural instincts to take over. 

Adam slipped down between your legs lying flat on the bed with your thighs on each side of his head. “Adam-Oh!” Adam pulled your hips down lips and tongue now working their magic between your legs. Licking and flicking your clit with his tongue, you were glad you lived out in the middle of the woods as you could’ve been certain the whole world would know Adam’s name. 

Of course, the sound of his name and your incoherent moans only urged Adam to go faster. His licks were consistent. If you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought he had done this professionally. He definitely read that book more than a few times. 

With one last “oh Adam!” you came all over his tongue. Adam groaned in delight happily licking every last drop you gave him. You had to un-straddle his face as he was more than happy to continue. He sat up and looked at you with the biggest smile on his face. He wiped his mouth clean with the sleeve of his shirt. 

Out of breath and panting you took a moment to look at the man before you. When you had first met him, he was shy, hurt and wouldn’t dare touch you, now he sits before you the happiest he’s ever been, eager to continue. 

“May we continue?” Adam spoke. You nodded before helping him pull his tunic and undergarments off. His stitching and scars on full display. There you both sat, stark naked, eyes hungry and lustful. 

Adam pulled you onto his lap once more holding your face as he crashed his lips against yours. Eager, so very eager. 

Adam placed both his hands on your ass lifting you down to lay on the bed, never breaking his lips from yours. You could feel him hot and hard prodding your entrance.  

“Adam please,” you begged. He obeyed, slipping himself slowly, inch by inch into you stretching you out slowly. His forehead rested against yours watching for your reaction. As his hips finally met yours, he stopped, savouring the feeling of your warmth and wetness around him. 

He moaned your name and connected your lips together again. Adam began to thrust into you, agonisingly slow at first as if to test the waters. 

“Faster please Adam,” you groaned against his lips. Adam picked up his pace. Your hands found their way to his shoulder blades holding him close to you. Your breasts pressed against his chest. 

Adam couldn’t believe the pleasure he was feeling all because of you, his saviour, his angel. His groans began to get louder as he reached closer and closer to his climax. 

The wet sound of Adam thrusting into you mixed with your moans and gasps along with the sound of the crackling fire filled the room.  

With one last groan of your name his hips pushed against yours as he came inside of you. He collapsed on top of you in exhaustion nuzzling his face into your neck as you traced your fingers over the scars on his back. 

- 

The water rippled as your hand moved across the surface of the bath water to find Adam’s hand, interlocking your fingers. 

You lay with your back pressed against Adam’s chest his arms holding you tightly to him. Being as tall as he was Adam couldn’t fully lay down in the tub his knees poked through the surface of the water with your legs resting between them. 

Adam lay sweet soft kissed against your temples and cheeks. 

“Do you think Henry and Alice would be proud of us?” you wondered jokingly. You could feel Adam’s smile against your cheek. 

“I think so, although Henry did not accurately describe how incredible it made me feel,” Adam replied his head resting against your temple.  

“And how did it feel?” you pried.  

“The happiest any man or monster could ever feel.” 

You smiled at his response turning your head to face him and giving him a gentle kiss. 

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Calico Creature

Summary: With his dying breath the blind man urges Adam to find his granddaughter knowing she will be a comfort and friend to him.

Pairing: The Creature / Adam Frankenstein x fem reader

Warnings/Tags: death, grief, cute cat, Adam loves a cuddle, lots of fluff, if you don't like cats this fic is not for you!

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: thank you all so much for the love on my previous fic! This is a shorter fluffy fic but I'm thinking of doing a part two possibly with smut? Any suggestions let me know :) Also I have never had a cat so my apologies if Freddie the calico is unrealistic! My headcanon is that all creatures love Adam!!

Adam sat on his knees before the one person he could call his friend as the life slowly drained from his eyes. 

“I know what you are...a good man... and you are my friend,” the old man held Adam’s face. “Find my granddaughter. Follow the stream north and you will find her. She will take care of you friend.” And with that the blind man drew his final breath. 

- 

Your feet crunched in the snow as you made your way to the woods. Beside you the pitter patter of your cat’s paws bouncing on the icy snow. The small creature picked up the pace as it spotted something in the clearing.  

“Freddie!” you called but the cat ignored you. She meowed as if to say, ‘come on.’ You stopped as Freddie reached what or rather who, she was looking for. A tall man dressed in a soldier’s coat with long hair and an almost grey-white face stood before you. You were slightly startled by his presence, but he was even more startled than yours. He put both his hands up as if you were to attack or shoot at him. You frowned confused by this action. 

“Hello there stranger,” you called out to him. Freddie rubbed her little head against Adam’s legs. You smiled at the stranger, “that’s Freddie she seems to like you.” 

Adam lowered his hands and looked down at the affectionate creature. Although they had never met, Freddie’s instinct was to be kind towards Adam as she knew he would not harm her. 

“Where are you headed stranger?” you asked stepping a bit closer. Adam tore his eyes from the cute creature to look at you. You were wrapped up warm in many layers and wore a knitted hat that matched Freddie’s winter coat she wore. He was taken aback by your beauty and kind eyes. 

“My...friend. Looking for his...gr-granddaughter,” Adam replied slowly. “Oh,” you said, “you must’ve been the soldier that was keeping my grandfather company over winter.” 

- 

You walked side by side with Adam to your small one room cottage. You held the door open for him as he ducked down to enter your home. It was similar to your grandfather’s, but you had a larger collection of books that lay piled up near your small double bed. You took off Freddie’s winter coat before she ran to sit by the fireplace. 

“Y-you like to read?” Adam asked as you got a fire started. “Yes, my grandfather taught me how to read and gifted me many of those books,” you replied, pulling out two chairs by the fire. “Please sit. Would you like some scones?” Adam nodded shyly before sitting down. Freddie leaped into his lap and curled up. Adam had never been so close to another creature before. The cat had unique markings. 

“She really must like you, usually she’s quite shy,” you explained placing two plates of buttered scones with blackberry jam on the small table between you. “My little brother’s the one to name her Freddie, no matter how many times we explained to him that she’s a girl we just couldn’t convince him.” You scratched the back of Freddie’s ear making her purr. Adam copied your actions liking the calming sound coming from the creature. 

“She’s a calico that’s why she has multiple colours. I like to think she’s a combination of multiple cats all rolled into one,” you explained. Adam smiled down at the cat. “You and I are a lot alike friend,” he whispered petting the cat. 

“I wanted to thank you for keeping my grandfather company. I usually visit him regularly, but the snowstorm was so bad I couldn’t make it up to him so thank you.” The fire crackled as Freddie rested in Adam’s lap. 

“He was my friend...and he took care of me,” Adam spoke, sadness in his voice. “Well, I hope I can be as caring as a friend as he was to you. You are welcome to stay with me as long as you need,” you responded. Adam gave you a crooked smile, slightly overwhelmed by your generosity mirroring your grandfather’s. You smiled back at him which caused Adam’s face to heat up, blushing. 

- 

Night fell and although you insisted Adam take your bed he refused. The best you could give him was a makeshift bed on the cottage floor made of spare pillows, cushions and a small mattress your younger brother would sleep on when he visited. Of course, Adam was too tall for the child sized mattress his feet dangled off the edge, but he was grateful for your generosity and happily lay down for the night.  

Adam couldn’t sleep. He lay staring at the ceiling thoughts running through his head. The thoughts came to a halt as he heard sniffling from the other side of the cottage room. Adam sat up to see you on your side curled into a ball, trying to muffle your cries. He rose from his small bed making his way over to you. Freddie, who was curled up at your feet meowed, annoyed that this visitor was walking her from her beauty sleep. 

Adam knelt down beside your bed. He pushed the hair that fell in front of your face behind your ear. You sat up in bed when you noticed him 

“Sorry,” you sniffled, “I just miss my grandfather.” Your choked up voice felt like a stab in Adam’s heart. “M-me too,” Adam whispered. He wasn’t sure what compelled him, but he leant down to give you a hug. You hugged him back, holding him tight not wanting to let him go. Adam’s hug was warm and comforting. He felt butterflies in his stomach and a quietness to his mind as you tucked your face into the crook of his neck and gave him a gentle squeeze. 

After a moment you removed your head cheeks bright red ready to apologise again for your tears. “I’m-” you began but as you moved your head the tips of your noses touched. Your eyes met and you could see Adam for what he was; a lonely, isolated creature with a heart full of love, just like you. Adam saw your beauty and sorrow, but most of all the kindness and love that was present just by looking at you. 

Your lips were mere centimetres apart; the tiniest push or lean could have you two lip locked. Although Adam couldn’t fully comprehend this new feeling he felt, he knew he liked it...liked you and certainly liked being this close to you.  

Meow. Freddie had crawled into bed and sat herself between the two of you looking for attention. You both leaned back to look down at her. Adam wanted to curse the sweet creature for ruining the moment. You sat back against the wall and stroked Freddie’s fur. But Adam gave in, giving her a scratch behind her ear. 

“I must sl-sleep,” Adam stated standing up. You grabbed his hand giving it a gentle tug. “Please say,” you whispered. You moved over to the other side of the bed giving Adam space to lay down. Freddie meowed annoyed as you moved her too. Adam happily obliged and slid underneath the cover laying on his back. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you in for another hug. You lay your head on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat lulling you back to sleep. 

Freddie curled up at the end of the bed by your feet as she dozed off. Adam brushed his fingers through your hair loving the feeling of your soft locks between his fingertips. He gently placed a small kiss on your forehead, an action he had observed you doing to Freddie after telling her how much you loved her. 

Adam felt peaceful. The sound of your gentle snores and the slight sound of wind outside relaxed him. He closed his eyes. His heart happy and warm as he held you all night long. 

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[secretlyshyfics]

Friend?

Summary: Locked away in the cellar of your fiancé's tower sits a chained up lonely creature who just wants a friend.

Pairing: The Creature (Adam Frankenstein) x fem! reader, Victor Frankenstein x fem! reader

Warnings/ Tags: Victor being mean/ abusive to the Creature, a lot of smut, p in v sex, oral (fem receiving), Victor being a shit fiancé, reader refers to the Creature as Adam, lots of fluff

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Hi! This is my first fic in over 5 years that I've written and my first smut fic ever! I'm hoping to get back into writing fanfiction so if anyone has suggestion let me know :)

A bright light flashed in the room. Your moans and the sound of flesh slapping against each other was drowned out by the sound of thunder and lightning. Victor had you on your hands and knees facing the cold dark room as he took you from behind. His thrusts were erratic and fast, his own satisfaction being his sole goal. 

But as you stared into the darken abyss of Victor’s room you spot a dark pair of eyes watching you. Lightning flashed once more. You could see more of it...of him. Grey skin stitched together. Loose bandages covering his groin and hands. He was incredibly tall yet looked timid and his eyes glistened with curiosity. You gasped as you made eye contact with him. You reached a hand out towards him. He leaned forward slightly raising his own hand as if wanting to connect with you despite being on the opposite end of the room. 

Victor groaned loudly as he emptied himself inside of you. You winced as he gave your ass a slap before removing himself. You searched the darkness to find those dark eyes once more, but they had vanished. 

“You were quite excellent this evening I must say my dear,” Victor spoke as he tossed a cloth at you before making his way under the covers. You wiped yourself clean with the cloth still tender and sore from the night’s activities. Victor was never a gentle lover but as long as he promised to marry you and start a family you didn’t mind. 

You crawled over to Victor who had his arms stretched. The room was freezing. Victor’s body heat and the silk covers were a welcome warmth. He kissed your forehead and held you tightly. Rain continued to patter against the window. 

“I thought I saw something in the dark,” you said turning your head up to look at Victor. Victor smiled, “You must be seeing things my dear. You’re safe with me.” 

“He had dark eyes and pale skin...and he was watching me,” you whispered. Victor laughed, “It is locked away and cannot get near my bride. I think perhaps the light is playing tricks on you.” You sighed at his response. “It’s best you get some sleep, William is visiting tomorrow with promises of new bodies.” 

You closed your eyes and attempted to drift off. The image of those beautiful dark eyes still in your mind. Victor slept soundly and deeply as he gently snored. You sat up slowly as not to awaken your fiancé. The eyes were still nowhere to be seen. But you knew exactly where you might find them. 

- 

Wearing your lacy nightgown and flowy silk robe, you made your way down the gothic staircase, candlestick in one hand to provide light. 

You made your way down into the cellar. It was dark and damp from the rain. You heard something splash in the water. And there he was. He stood up as if to greet you, walking over to you but the chains could only take him so far. You made your way closer to him until you were but a foot from where he stood. 

“Vi...Vi-Victor,” he spoke, his voice deep and almost pained. You shook your head and reached your hand toward him. He copied you and interlocked your fingers. You studied the scars all long his body until you reached his face. He was staring back at you almost examining you but not as Victor would when he wanted something from you, the creature looked at you with curiosity and adoration. You walked him over to the stone slab his chains were connected to and sat down with him.  

“Were you watching me in the dark?” you asked gently. The creature moved his gaze to the flowing water below him. You placed a finger under his chin moving his head to look back at you. 

“I bet you get lonely down here, don’t you?” the creature nodded slightly. He understood you. “I get lonely sometimes too,” you continued. The creature had a saddened look on his face. Although he was confined to the dark cellar, the idea of this beauty that sat before him ever being lonely or sad hurt more than any lashing Victor had given him. 

“Perhaps we could be friends? Then neither of us would be so lonely,” you smiled at him causing the corners of his mouth to twitch upwards in his own sweet smile. “Fr-fff-fr-friends?” His reply made you even happier which in turn made him happier.  

“Yes friends. But I must go now friend. If Victor finds me here, I worry what he’ll do to you.” You stood and grabbed your candlestick. The creature looked saddened by your sudden need to leave. “Victor,” he grumbled. It broke your heart to leave him so soon. 

“Perhaps I could give you a hug before I go friend?” you suggested. The creature stared up at you. You placed the candlestick back down before leaning down and embracing him. The creature felt a new sensation in his stomach. It was as if leaves were jostling around in there almost like butterflies. He inhaled your scent and wrapped his arms around you wishing you’d never let go so that he may never have to leave your warmth. The hug was comforting. You could feel every scar and stitch on his body which only made you admire him more. 

 You reluctantly pulled away knowing Victor will be up soon enough. You gave the creature a soft kiss on the cheek. “I’ll visit you soon friend,” you whispered as you grabbed the candlestick and made your way back into the main tower. 

The creature placed a hand to where you had kissed him. Blood rushed to his cheeks making them feel warm. There was a warm feeling in his entire body, a stark contrast to the cold damp of the cellar. He whispered your name to himself as he rubbed his cheek where your lips once were. He’d heard Victor calling your name which would often echo throughout the tower. 

- 

As many nights as you could you’d sneak down into the cellar to see him. You’d do your best to teach him new words. He found it difficult at first but seeing how delighted it made you made him try as hard as he could even practicing by himself during the daytime. Other times you’d just rant to him about your day or your growing frustrations with Victor. The creature didn’t mind though he loved the sound of your voice and especially loved the goodbye kiss you’d always give him. 

One night you came down sobbing. You ran into the creature’s arms and nuzzled your face into his bare chest. He held you as you cried. 

“Wh-what wrong?” he asked concerned for you. You looked up at him teary eyed, “it’s just Victor...he got frustrated with his project and took it out on me.” The creature noticed the red mark on your right cheek which will no doubt bruise. He felt the rage build up inside looking over at the cellar entrance. He roared and pulled at his chains. How dare Victor hurt you. 

“Adam please! You must keep silent or he will come down here and punish you too,” you whimpered as you attempted to pull at his arm to sit him down. Adam obeyed but only so that he may comfort you. He wrapped his arms around you as you nuzzled into him. “Mad,” he muttered as he held you. You turned your head to look up at him. His rough callused hand cupped your cheek, his thumb running over the bruised skin. You smiled at his caring touch. 

“I love you,” you whispered. His gaze connected with yours. “Love?” he whispered back. You nodded your head. Adam smiled. He didn’t fully understand what the word meant but it sounded like the nicest word to describe how he felt when he was with you. 

“Can I kiss you?” you asked. Adam nodded thinking you were about to give him his goodbye kiss. You leaned towards him until your lips connected. Adam’s lips were dry and cold, but the kiss was perfect. Adam felt his heart beat faster with what he could now only describe as “love.” 

The sound of Victor yelling out your name echoed in the cellar. You turned to face the cellar’s entrance. Victor stood there with a metal bar in one hand and gasoline in the other. You stood blocking Victor’s view of Adam. 

“Please don’t hurt him,” you begged, tears welling up in your eyes once again. Victor ignored you, shoving you out of the way to get to Adam. Adam roared at his creator as you fell onto the concrete floor. Victor beat him with the bar over and over. 

“Never. Lay. A. Hand. On. My. Woman. Ever,” Victor barked hitting Adam harder with each word. 

“Victor please!” you cried. “Silence!” he yelled, his voice echoing through the cellar. “This is a monster,” Victor growled pointing the sharp end of the bar at Adam. Adam’s gaze was firmly on the floor, ashamed. “Adam,” you sobbed. He lifted his gaze to meet yours, eyes full of tears. 

“You gave this thing a name?” Victor roared. He hit the creature five more times before you jumped on Victor’s back in an attempt to stop him. Victor threw you off causing your head to hit the stone floor. Before Adam could react, Victor had pushed the metal bar through Adam’s chains, locking him in place. Inhuman screams came from the creature as he pulled at the bar. Victor began pouring the gasoline all around the monster. You lay still unconscious on the floor, unmoving.  

“Say one word. One word. Don’t think I haven’t heard you two down here at night because I have. I know you can speak. You’ll speak to her, but you won’t speak to me? Huh? Your creator? Huh?” Victor raises his voice. Adam does not respond only glares at Victor as he picks you up and slings your body over his shoulder. He begins walking towards the exit. Adam calls your name. Victor pauses. Adam calls for you once more. Victor ignores him and carries your body out of the cellar. 

- 

The fire crackled providing both warmth and light to your dark cold room. You sat at your desk writing to your sister, detailing the dread you felt of still having to marry Victor. Victor was away working in his new lab, leaving you alone in your soon to be home. You paused writing as you heard a creaking of the floorboards behind you. You turned to face the cause of the sound. 

And there he was. Your Adam. His hair had grown, and he wore a thick jacket made of wolf skin. He stood tall, almost proud. You stared at him a moment, not fully comprehending that your friend whom you presumed dead was standing before you. 

“Adam?” you whispered. He gave you a crooked smile. You jumped out of your seat and embraced him. He held you tightly. You looked up at him and held his face in both hands. Eyes filled with tears. 

“I just can’t believe you’re here! And your hair! I just can’t bel-” Adam cut you off with a passionate kiss. You melted into the kiss allowing your eyes to close as Adam held you. His lips were warm, soft and comforting. He pulled away tucking a piece of hair that had fallen in front of your face behind your ear. Adam rested his forehead against yours. 

“I love you,” he whispered, gazing into your eyes. You smiled tears still in your eyes, “I love you too Adam.” He smiled back at you. 

Adam glanced behind you at your bed. “I want to do something with you,” his voice was deep and raspy. Adam placed both his hands on your shoulders and pushed your silk robe off your shoulders allowing it to fall to the ground. You were left in just your lace nightgown. Adam shoved his own covering and kicked off his leather boots. Leaving him in his tunic and trousers. He sweeped you off your feet and carried you bridal style to the bed. 

He gently lay you down and began pushing the skirt of your nightgown up. You helped him push it over your head and threw it onto the floor. Adam’s hungry eyes scanned your body, taking all your naked beauty in. You felt shy under his gaze. You’d been naked plenty of time with Victor sure, but this felt different. It felt for the first time, intimate. 

“Beautiful,” Adam spoke before leaning down to kiss your lips once more. He then kissed both your cheeks before trailing kisses down your neck paying special attention to your breasts. He licked and gently sucked on your nipples causing you to moan. He gave them a gentle squeeze before continuing his journey kissing down your stomach further finally stopping between your thighs. Adam looked up at you with his dark doe eyes as if silently asking for consent. He wrapped both arms on either side of your thighs before placing his mouth right between them. You moaned his name loudly as he sucked on your clit. His head shot back up to look at you concerned. 

“Are you hurt?” he asked in a worried tone. You frantically shook your head, “No. Please keep going.” 

Adam smiled at you before continuing to give his full attention to your most sensitive area. He licked and flicked his tongue on your clit. Your moans only grew louder as they echoed through the empty hallway. Adam had to hold your legs still as you wriggled around in pure pleasure. He added two fingers inside of you thrusting them in and out adding to your already growing pleasure. 

“Oh Adam, I’m going to- Oh!” you moaned as you came all over his tongue and finger. He licked every last drop you gave him. Adam looked up at you grinning like an idiot with both his soaked finger in his mouth, chin still covered in your wetness.  

“Where’d you learn how to do that?” you giggled. “I read lots of books,” Adam replied making his way back up to you and kissing you. You could taste yourself on his lips. 

“We’ll have to take this off,” you said tugging at his tunic. Adam obliged sitting back and taking the rest of his clothes off. You smiled at him admiring body, a body he grew to loathe, “Beautiful.” 

Adam placed his forehead against yours. You could feel him rock hard against your leg. He guided himself into you slipping in slowly, inch by inch. He stretched your walls out with his size. Adam grunted as he was fully inside you.  

“You ok?” Adam asked concerned. He was certainly big, but he stretched you out perfectly. “Yes,” you whispered. Keeping eye contact with you Adam began slowly moving his hips and thrusting into you.  

“Faster,” you moaned and Adam happily obliged. He began a steady fast pace moaning and groaning with you. His thrust became deeper as he got closer. You wrapped your legs around him to take more of him in. Adam let out an animalistic roar as he finished inside of you. He collapsed on top of you panting. You caressed his head as he snuzzled his face into your neck. 

“That was amazing,” you stated. You could feel Adam smile against your neck. You turned your head to face him giving him a gentle kiss. He cupped your face and dragged his thumb gently against your cheek. 

“I missed you,” Adam confessed. “I missed you too. I missed our conversations, even if they were a bit one sided.” Adam let out a small laugh. 

Adam rose from the bed and grabbed a small towel that was hanging off the end of the bed frame. He gently cleaned you before wiping himself off and rejoining you under the covers. You lay your head on his chest and drifted off as Adam rubbed your back. 

And for that brief, blissful moment, the world and the creature were at peace.