The Creature x creature f!reader
cw: Frankenstein (2025), 18+ smut,
an: me coming back from a 2 year hiatus to write ab the creatures sexy ass bc there r no fics yet which!!! is a crime. hi. very very, rough draft btw, i havenât written in a while but i hope this feeds yall!!! mwa <3
His incessant plea was ignored time after time.
Victorâs actions reflected that of his own fatherâs. He had spent the last few years engrossed in his work, strategizing and theorizing on ways to not only create a new life, but to cheat death. The project took his brains, the handiwork of a full team, and countless sleepless nights, until one faithful night, his creation was born.
However, just like his father, perfection was expected. When perfection was not achieved, Victorâs first instinct was to shun his creation. His absence from The Creatureâs life lead him to fend for himself. In solitude, he learns about the world and human nature. This own surprise, he felt human emotions. One emotion in particular, one every human must feel at some point: loneliness.
âI need you to make a companion for me. One like me. We can be monsters, together.â
Victor returned to his laboratory once more. Perhaps it was guilt that drove him, or perhaps obligation. Whatever the reason, he resolved to undertake the work again. One final time.
Just like the night The Creature was born, a heavy storm settled over the tower. Lightning flashed ever so often, leaving loud booms of thunder to echo against the stone walls. The Creature stood, watching intently as Victor ran about his laboratory, soaking wet from the hard drops of rain.
Upon the table lay a small figure, skin stitched together just like the one before her.
As soon as she took her first breath, Victor was gone.
The Creature felt fear like he was just born again. What does one do with such an innocent creature, when he barely knew what to do with himself in the first place?
You are startled awake by electricity, your body feeling like itâs on fire. Pain shoots through limbs that donât feel like your own. Confusion in your brain, unable to speak or think, really.
âYouâŠâ He starts, unsure of what to do, or say. Should he reach out to touch you? Oh, yes! The restraintsâŠ
He unties you from the table, purposely touching your skin as he does so. You feel cold, wet from the rain, but thereâs no mistaking the way his heart warms from just touching you.
âYou⊠Youâre real..â He says, his voice deep.
You stare at him, your eyes big and doe like, just like his. Your hair is long, your frame small in comparison to his. You were just like him, skin stitched together, the discoloration. He knew what you were. What you both were. Monsters. But to him, you were so, so, so beautiful.
He remembers his first days of life. Chained to a cold, steel table, alone and confused.
âReâŠRealâŠâ You speak, your voice dry and strained.
The Creatureâs eyes widen. Your voice sends his heart racing.
âYou speakâŠâ He says, his large hands reaching out to hold yours.
Upon his touch, you walk forward, more like stumble forward, falling slightly into him.
âCareful..â He says, his voice already carrying a note of protectiveness as he reaches out to steady you.
His gaze wanders over your naked body, both curious and a little greedy. It takes everything in him to not bury his head into your neck, breathing in your scent and feeling up your body. He knows he canât. Yet.
You look up at his towering height, curious and naive. You reach up, touching the long strands of brown hair.
A flicker of longing and disbelief crosses his face. He had been so touch starved, longing for a companion and now he finally has it. Every brush of his skin against yours had him feeling dizzy with need.
Your fingers tangle in the Creature's hair, sending shivers down his spine. He inhales sharply, his grip on your waist tightening. It had been so long since anyone had willingly touched him, the feel of your small hand in his hair was almost overwhelming. He let out a soft groan, closing his eyes briefly.
The Creature leans his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed. One hand comes up to cup the side of your face, calloused thumb brushing your cheek with a feather light touch. Another low, shuddering sound escapes him, a sound like a wounded animal.
His thumb travels, tracing the patchwork skin of your face, his breath warm against your nose.
âYou are⊠beautiful.â He whispers.
âBeautifulâŠâ You repeat.
The Creature was no stranger to knowledge. He had to learn things on his own. For days, weeks, months, he gave it his all to teach you everything he had learned over the past few years.
The towerâs library was full of books that you and The Creature would read everyday. Slowly but surely, your intelligence was picking up.
You are sitting in the grand bedroom that you and The Creature share, the room that once belonged to your creator, Victor.
You stare at yourself in the vanity mirror, sitting on a fancy stool as you brush your long hair.
The Creature stood in the doorway, watching you. It was a sight he'd become familiar with over the past few weeks, your daily routine of grooming and preening. Even as a monster, your feminine nature shone through.
He leans against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes follow your every movement, taking in the way your hair glimmered in the sun from the windows, the slope of your neck as you tilted your head. He said nothing, opting to observe quietly.
After a few minutes, he pushes himself away from the door frame and crosses the room. His steps were heavy on the stone floor as he comes to stand behind you, towering over you where you were sitting. His eyes meet yours in the mirror, a dark, unreadable look in them. His hands come to rest on the vanity, boxing you in from behind. His fingers come up to brush the side of your neck, a light touch that erupts goosebumps on your body.
He lets out a deep, guttural sound. It was almost a purr, a sound of contentment. You sigh, his touch bringing you relaxation.
He leans down, his breath warm against the back of your neck. His fingers trace the lines of your spine, gently. Every touch was a claim, a possession. He continues this silent, possessive act for a few moments, the room silent other than your uneven breaths.
You move to stand, to turn around and to be closer to him, when your hand swipes on the wooden vanity, causing one of your fingers to splinter. You yelp in pain, bringing your hand up to look at the damage.
The sudden noise startled the Creature out of his quiet reverie. His hands quickly hover over your injured hand, unsure whether to touch or not. His eyes flicker back up to your face, concern and surprise mixing in his expression.
"You're hurt," he states, his voice echoing in the room. He gently takes ahold of your injured hand, turning it gently to inspect the damage.
You start to whimper upon the sight of the blood. You and The Creature were no stranger to pain. Yet, in your early stages, it still scared you beyond belief.
The Creature's grip on your hand tightens slightly. He could sense your distress at the sight of blood, but given yours and his nature, he knew this injury wouldn't be enough to cause permanent damage.
"Shhh... it's alright," he murmurs, his voice softer now. His other hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. He pulls your head to his chest, holding you against him in a protective hold.
"It will heal," he assures you, his voice a low rumble that reverberates through his chest.
The Creature held you tighter against him as you begin to sob into his chest. His large hands run comfortingly over your hair and your back. He lets out another deep, soothing purr-like sound, attempting to calm you with the vibrations.
"You're alright," he murmurs, his voice a soothing rumble in the quiet room. "You're safe." He continues his reassurances, his arms encircling you like a protective shield. He seemed content to hold you like this, to absorb your fears and discomforts into his own body.
Within seconds, he feels the shift in your body as the wound healed itself, the tension seeping out of you. He still held you close, his fingers tracing soft patterns over your back.
His grip on you loosened a little as he felt the last traces of pain disappear. He pulled away just enough to look down at you, his eyes scanning your face. "Better now?" he asked, the corner of his mouth twitching into a small smirk.
âOh...â You laugh, looking down at your now healed finger. You look up at him with a childlike smile, your cheeks wet with tears.
The Creature's smirk widened at your laugh. He brought a thumb to your cheek, wiping away any lingering wetness. His fingers traced the lines of your face, grazing over your lips and lingering there.
"You're crying over something that can't kill you," he murmured, a note of dark humor in his voice. "You never learn to be more careful, do you?" There was fondness in his tone, as if berating a disobedient child.
Reading was essential for you and The Creature. Often times your days would be spent curled up on the couch by the fire, both of you reading separate books while still touching in some way.
You seek out The Creature one evening. His nose is in a book, the flicker of the fire illuminating his skin, one eye casting an orange glow.
You stand before him, feeling the heat of the fire on your back.
âI found.. a book.â You start, feeling a little shy.
He looks up, a faint smile on his lips just from the sight of you, dressed in your white robes.
âA book?â He repeats. âAnd what sort of book is this?â
âThereâs a princess..â You start. âSheâs saved by sailors.â Your english was getting better by the day, as was your pronunciation of words.
âShe has a lover.â You continue. You still didnât quite grasp the concept of love fully. It wasnât territory The Creature had ventured to yet. âAnd.. the man. I imagine he is you. They say he is tall, and big, and protective.â
The Creature listens intently, his brows furrowing as you speak. There's a strange gleam in his eyes, a mix of confusion and... something else.
"The princess... and her lover, the sailor?" he repeats, his mouth twitching at the corners. There's a flicker of something in his expression⊠something unreadable.
"You... see us in this story?" he asks, setting his book down. "You see me as the sailor?"
You seem to hesitate, and then you finally nod. âYâŠYes.â
Thereâs a tension in the room as silence falls between the two of you.
You continue. âI read a part where⊠the princess swears a vow of eternal love and devotion.. and thenâŠâ
The Creature's jaw clenches as he listens to you speak. His eyes, dark and intense, never leave yours.
"And then?" he prompts again, his voice low and raspier now. He knows what's coming, but he needs to hear you say it.
Your brows furrow, your mind working in overtime to try and convey what you just read to The Creature.
âThey⊠they went to bed. But not for a slumber.â
He swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry.
"Went to bed... but not for slumber," he echoes back, his voice a low rumble. "You mean they... they lay together." It wasn't a question. It was a statement.
You nod, hands fidgeting in front of you.
The Creature's body seems to grow tauter with every second. His eyes rake over your form, a look of intensity mixed with something dark, something dangerous. Of course he knew what you were talking about. Heâs read countless of those types of novels. Heâd thought about the two of you together this entire time.
"You read... you read about their... union," he says, his voice a low, hoarse whisper. "And you imagine... us."
The Creature's eyes narrow as you nod a second time. There's now a predatory gleam in his eyes. A dark, dangerous edge that wasn't there before.
"You imagine us... together." The last word is a growl, a rough rumble from deep within his chest. "You picture us...together, lying together." His voice drops lower, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.
Your brain continues to work overtime, trying to figure out just exactly how to proceed this conversation.
You close your eyes, your mind replaying the scene in the book. Just for this moment, you pretend to be the princess. Sheâs brave, crass, confident. Her attire accentuates her breasts. Her entire being is seductive to men. You remember the words of pleasure described in the book, and you want to experience it, even if you didnât fully understand it yet.
The princess was far from modest. Based on the novel, you conclude that men find breasts attractive. So, what do you do? You pull down your robes far enough to expose your chest to The Creature.
The Creature's eyes drop to your exposed flesh, and he sucks in a sharp breath. His face hardens, his jaw clenching. His eyes are black as night, dark and serious. A muscle in his jaw twitches as he struggles to control... whatever this new feeling is. There's a long moment of silence, punctuated only by his heavy pant, a wild animalistic sound.
He stands slowly, towering over you. He takes a step towards you, his movements jerky, ungraceful. But his eyes never leave your chest, drinking in the sight of your exposed flesh. He stops a few steps away from you, his chest rising and falling with every uneven breath. He seems to be struggling with something â a mixture of desire and frustration.
He lets out another shuddering breath, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. His eyes flicker up to meet yours, a raw hunger in his gaze that you've never seen before.
"You... you shouldn't do that," he rasps, his voice hoarse and raw. His fingers twitch, as if he's barely holding himself back from reaching out and touching you.
âPlease⊠I want to.. feel it.â You say.
The Creature's eyes widen slightly at your request. He inhales sharply, a mixture of disbelief and need crossing his face.
"You... you want to feel... it?" he asks, his voice hoarse and rough. A shiver runs through his body, betraying the hunger he's struggling to contain.
The Creature's eyes darken, if possible, at the utterance of that single word. The word 'pleasure' seems to awaken something deep within him, something primal.
"Pleasure," he echoes back, a low growl in his voice. "You... you want me to give you pleasure?" There's a desperate hunger in his eyes, a desperate plea for something he doesn't quite understand.
The Creature's eyes scan your face, searching for any signs of hesitation. But he finds none.
He takes a step closer to you, his body taut with tension. His eyes rake over your exposed chest, taking in every curve, every line. He seems to be fighting an internal battle within himself. His hand twitches, his fingers desperate to touch you. It takes him a moment, but then he finally reaches out. His fingers brush against the skin of your chest, his touch light. His fingers trace up the valley between your breasts.
Your body shudders, his touch already feeling so much more intimate than youâre used to. Immediately your nipples harden, just from the sight of his large hand near your breasts.
The Creature's eyes darken at the sight of your nipples hardening, a low growl echoing from deep within his chest. His fingers continue their path, tracing over one of your nipples in slow, reverent circles.
His other hand comes up to grip your waist, his fingers splaying possessively against your skin. His grip is almost bruising, but you get the sense it's more instinct than anything else.
âYou're so beautiful,â he says, his voice gravelly and low.
His fingers continue to swirl around your nipple, alternating between light, soft strokes and rougher tugs. His other hand slides up to grip your other breast, his palm pressing against your flesh.
His hands are large, his fingers easily enveloping your breasts in his grip. He begins to squeeze, his fingers finding both of your nipples and pinching them between his thumb and forefinger, a groan escaping his lips.
âYouâre so soft,â he murmurs.
You moan on instinct, pleasure shooting through your body at the feel of his large hands fiddling with your nipples.
The Creature's eyes widen at the sound of your moan, his eyes snapping up to meet yours. His eyes are fully black as he seems to be losing control quickly, his grip on you tightening.
His hands leave your breasts, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you so close your body is pressed against his. He groans at the feeling of your pert nipples against his skin.
He's tall enough that your face is level with his chest, and he buries his face in your hair, his hands clenching around your waist. His breath is hot against your neck, coming in short, heavy pants.
âYou feel so good,â he whispers, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your waist. âYou're so beautiful... so, so soft... so perfect.â There's a note of desperation that sounds almost painful in his tone, as if he's holding back something primal. He inhales deeply, his chest rising against yours.
âTake me to bed..â You request softly.
Something in the Creature snaps at your request. His grip on you tightens even more so, almost bruising, and he lets out another animalistic groan.
âTake me to bed,â was all he needed to hear.
Without another word, he swoops you up into his arms, cradling you to his chest in one swift motion. He starts to carry you to the grand bedroom bridal style, his steps quick and purposeful.
The Creature carries you into the room with a roughness that contrasts his earlier hesitation. He kicks the door shut behind him with his foot and crosses the room in long, ungraceful strides.
He tosses you, almost carelessly, onto the bed. He towers over you as you bounce on the mattress, his eyes dark and hungry as they rake over your form.
He strips off his shirt with swift, jerky motions, the fabric falling to the ground with a soft thunk. His chest is broad and strong, his muscles tensing under his scarred skin. His eyes never leave yours as he lowers himself onto the bed, his body moving into a half-kneel, half-crouch position above you.
He reaches for you, his hands sliding up your legs. His fingers grip your inner thighs, spreading them apart as he situates himself between your legs. His hands slide further up, reaching up to grip the top of your robes, which were resting under your breasts.
âYou're so small...â He mutters, almost to himself. He tugs your robes all the way down, his hands moving with no hesitation.
The Creature lets out a low, guttural sound as he stares down at your naked form. His hands slide over your now bare skin, exploring every inch of you with a desperate reverence.
âYouâre so delicate,â he murmurs, his voice raspy and rough. âSo tiny and fragile.â
His fingers trail up your legs, spreading you wider. His fingers move higher, grazing over your glistening mound. His breath hitches as he feels the brief heat and wetness of your tiny cunt, and he lets out another low groan. His fingers slide back down, teasing your entrance.
âYou're wet,â he states, his voice low and harsh.
You pant, your body feeling hot all over and a feeling of desperation youâve never felt before.
He digs his fingers into your thighs, pinning you to the bed beneath him. His mouth descends to your neck, his breath like fire. His lips trail up to the shell of your ear, his voice a rough rasp.
âI've never felt anything like this...never wanted anything like this...â
He continues his journey downward, his lips moving down to your chest. His mouth closes over a nipple, and he flicks his tongue over the sensitive peak. You arch against him, your hands finding their way to his hair, your fingers tangling in his brown locks. He lets out a muffled, guttural groan as he flicks his tongue over your nipple again, his hands moving to grip your waist, holding you still.
While heâs pleasing you so well already, youâre desperate to see him, now.
Your hands push his hands away, and he lets out a low growl â a sound that's somehow both warning and encouragement. He watches as you sit up, your fingers grazing over his stomach. You can feel his muscles clench under your touch.
His hands move to the waistband of his trousers, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. He seems almost desperate to get them off, his eyes never leaving your face.
His trousers join the pile of his shirt on the floor, and you get your first good look at his naked form. He is all muscle and sinew, his body marred by scars and stitches from his haphazard creation. However, there is an undeniable beauty in his form, in the way his muscles flex and move under his skin.
Your eyes trail low, widening as you take in the sight of his cock. Itâs thick and heavy, the head already leaking slightly onto your thigh. Heâs a sight to behold, all power and raw, unbridled masculinity.
His hands grip your hips again, rougher this time, his fingers digging into your skin. He pulls you closer to him, dragging you down the bed and closing the last remaining distance between you.
Heâs on top of you now, his body pressed against yours. You can feel every inch of him, every muscle flexing under his skin. You can feel his cock, hot and hard, as it brushes and rubs against your clit. You involuntarily grind against him, instinctively seeking more friction. He growls again, his hands moving to your legs, spreading them wider.
âYouâre so small and tightâŠâ He groans. âI donât want to hurt youâŠâ He says, concerned, eyeing your tiny, little opening.
âWhy would it hurt?â You pant, not knowing what was coming next.
The Creature canât help but let out a low chuckle, the sound deep and raspy. Although the two of you were both inexperienced, you still were miles more naive than him. âBecause Iâm bigger than you, little one.â
His hand slides down between your legs, his fingers trailing through the mess of your arousal. He lets out a low, guttural sound, his eyes dark with desire.
âAnd youâre so tight and wetâŠâ he murmured. âSo tight around my finger.â His hand gripped your hip, his other hand slipping his pointer just barely past your entrance.
You whimper, your back arching again. He watches your face closely, his pointer finger gently rubbing back and forth inside, until he decides he canât wait any longer.
The Creature lines himself up with your entrance, his eyes still never leaving yours. He presses the head of his cock against your opening, a low groan escaping his lips as he feels your heat and wetness. He was huge, and his tip just kissing your little hole was already enough to feel the stretch.
"Take a breath, princess.â He commanded and you nod obediently, inhaling sharply as he started to push into you.
The Creature stretched your tight walls, making you gasp and groan as he continued to push forward.
âOh! Oh⊠mâŠ.mmm,â You begin, no actual words coming out of your mouth as your body writhed and squirmed on the bed beneath him.
The creature curses, his hands going to your hips to try and hold you still. You were stretched so wide around him, and he was trembling with the effort it was taking him to be gentle.
You grip onto his arms, your nails dig into his skin, but the pain only seems to add to his pleasure. He moans again, his head rolling back as he sank even deeper inside of you.
âYouâre so tight,â he murmured. âSo perfect.â His teeth clench together, his words slipping past. You clench around him, drawing a gasp from his lips.
The Creatureâs grip on your hips tighten again as he finally starts to move. Slowly at first, then faster. He pulls out almost all the way, only to sink back in again, deeper than before. He was rough, almost feral with his need. You could feel him everywhere, filling you up. The veins on his cock were prominent, rubbing against your walls deliciously.
You still squirm beneath him, gasping as unintelligible words fall from your lips. The feeling of him inside of you is overwhelming. You moan loudly, your hands desperately reaching for him, needing to touch him somehow.
He leans down, his teeth grazing your neck, his mouth hot on your skin. He picks up the pace again, his breaths coming in gasps now. His fingers dig into your hips, surely leaving marks on your soft flesh. Your small hands come up to tangle in his hair, pulling slightly just to make those animalistic groans fall from his lips.
His hands continue to roam over your body, as if he couldn't get close enough. He was rough but loving in his movements, his hips snapping against yours with a relentless rhythm. You swear you can feel him in your tummy. His balls are heavy and warm as they slap against your skin.
You whimper loudly, your hands move to desperately grip his back, your nails clawing at his skin. He moaned lowly in response, his hands moving between your legs, his fingers finding your clit. He rubbed and teased, matching the pace of his thrusts. Your mind was a hazy mess, unable to think of anything but the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you.
âYouâre mine.â He growls, a declaration of his ownership over you. âYouâre my love.â
Your legs lock around his waist, your body writhing beneath him. Your hands clawed at his back once more, your fingers desperately trying to hold onto him. You both were so so close, so close. His thrusts became more sloppy, his fingers pressing more fiercely against your swollen and needy nub.
"Please," you begged, âPlease, please, pleaseââ
The Creature moaned at your desperate pleading, his fingers working desperately to bring you both over the edge. He could feel it himself - the heat coiling in his gut, the pressure building in his spine. He grit his teeth, willing himself to hold on just a little longer.
âPlease,â you begged again, your fingers tightening in his hair.
He growls, his fingers rubbing your clit faster in a clumsy motion. You were both right on the edge, teetering between pleasure and pain. You both felt like you were being torn apart, unmade and remade in this one moment. You both felt more alive than ever.
You practically scream as you feel your climax incoming.
Your pussy clenches and squeezes around his thickness, causing his thrusts to halt momentarily.
Your eyes roll back, your body stilling just before you hit your peak, and then shaking violently as you cry out with pleasure.
It felt so good and The Creature never wanted it to end, but he couldnât hold back any longer. He let out a rough, guttural groan and bit down on your neck as he climaxed, his fingers still working you through your own orgasm. You cry out again, your body arching against him as you felt his hot seed fill you up.
He collapses on top to you, his body heavy and panting. He rests his forehead on your shoulder, trying to catch his breath. You could feel his heart pounding against your chest. His cock was still buried deep inside your warm cunt, kicking ever so slightly as you continue to milk him dry.
For a few moments, the only sound in the room was your shared breathing, both still trying to come down from your high. But soon, The Creature finally rolled off of you, leaving you feeling strangely empty without him. You whimper as he pulls out, the emptiness almost a pain.
âShhh, angel.â He lay on his back beside you, still panting, still struggling to catch his breath. He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his chest. He needed to touch you, to feel your body against his, even after your intimacy. His hands roamed over your skin, his touch possessive and needy.
He buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply. He could feel your heartbeat against his chest, your warmth seeping into his flesh. He couldn't get enough of you, of this moment.
You rest your head on his chest, your hand coming up to caress the scars there. It was an odd sight, your small hand against his rough, scarred skin. But it felt right, comfortable almost.
The Creature lets out a low rumble deep within his chest, almost a pur. His hands gently ran up and down your back, his fingers running over the delicate bumps of your spine. He couldn't seem to get enough of your touch, his hands constantly seeking out new parts of you to explore.
He seemed to be fascinated by the texture of your skin - so soft and smooth compared to his. His fingers ghosted over your skin, tracing the lines of your collarbone, the curve of your hip, the slope of your waist. He was fascinated by your every feature, his hands seemingly unable to stop exploring.
The Creature could feel your eyes on him, and his gaze shifted to meet yours. His expression was softer than you had ever seen before, a mix of awe and contentment. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and it made your stomach flutter.
"You're staring," he murmurs, his rough voice breaking the silence.
The Creature's eyes widen at your sudden confession. He was silent for a long moment, just staring at you in shock. He had expected many things from you, but that was not one of them.
"You... love me?" he repeats, his voice rough. He looked almost... vulnerable.
"Yes, I do." You confirm, your hand coming up to brush the strand of white hair behind his ear. "I love you."
The Creature closes his eyes at your touch, a low noise rumbling from deep within his chest. He leans into your hand, his hands coming up to cover yours.
"You love me," he repeats, his voice laced with shock and disbelief, but also... hope? He opens his eyes and looks down at you, his eyes searching your face for any signs of insincerity. But he found none. Just pure sincerity and... love.
His hands squeeze yours, his fingers intertwining with yours. He swallows hard, trying to find the words.
This was all he had longed for.
âI love you too, princess.â
He couldnât wait to do it all over again.