masterlist
this is the most random combination of men but i know what i like
(all fem!reader; most works are 18+)
styofa doing anything
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pixel skylines

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if i look back, i am lost
tumblr dot com
i don't do bad sauce passes

#extradirty
Stranger Things

Janaina Medeiros
Cosimo Galluzzi
wallacepolsom
dirt enthusiast
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

ellievsbear
Aqua Utopia๏ฝๆตทใฎๅบใง่จๆถใ็ดกใ
sheepfilms

Kaledo Art
will byers stan first human second

seen from United States

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seen from Malaysia

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masterlist
this is the most random combination of men but i know what i like
(all fem!reader; most works are 18+)
dcu masterlist
the pitt
jack abbot
fics -
sex pollen
jack can't keep up with his younger gf's libido
series -
magnetic - flirty!reader
jjk
gojo satoru
sub!satoru
just keep watching - coworker!gojo
frankenstein
adam frankenstein
unlovable
washing his hair
adam doesn't understand his arousal
sunflower feelings
nsfw alphabet
dividers by: @/diviniyae
warnings: 18+, suggestive themes, smut in following parts, fem!reader, waternymph!reader, mentions of reader having hair, love at first sight i guess, self-deprecation, mentions of voyeurism, reader is meant to be a seductress, shy!adam, etc.
summary: months after parting ways with his creator, adam's lonely journey comes to a halt when spring finally arrives and he finds himself chancing a bath in an abandoned well, unaware that he'd find an unexpected presence there.
wc: 3.1k
a/n: i love making reader be insane about adam bc im insane about him irl
for months, adam traveled alone. his creator's farewell provided him with a new beginning, though his existence remained equally as miserable as the day it began.
the loneliness remained, condemning him to the life of a recluse, damning him to constant isolation. and despite the forgiveness he'd recently found in victor, the weight off his shoulders was simply not enough to provoke joy in him.
he found himself yearning for his unknown companion day after day. he'd conjure up various versions of them. sometimes they took up the liking of the late elizabeth, while other times they'd resemble the wise old man.
occasionally, however, he'd let his imagination run to depths he had not dared explore. he'd entertain victor's assumption of him wishing for a partner โ someone he could possibly copulate and procreate with.
such suggestion filled him with shame.
the hatred he held for himself remained. despite his acceptance of his existence, he could not accept himself as someone worthy of a companion. after spending every moment of his miserable existence ousted from society, he could not allow himself to believe that any other alternative could possibly exist.
still, at times, he would console himself with this thought.
someone who may accompany him to the very last of his days. someone who would accept him as he was, perhaps find him as beautiful as he would them. he dreamed of his own beloved, his own bride, his own eternal companion.
with this thought in mind, his troubles eased momentarily. the frigid weather of the winter proved his enemy, and such thoughts aided in at least keeping his mind warm.
and with the arrival of spring, adam could finally find actual warmth.
he'd remained in the forest all these months, choosing to remain isolated from society by his own volition. he was not yet ready to reattempt to approach men once more.
the arrival of spring meant a more comfortable life. his furry friends would finally come out of hibernation, which would finally provide him with some friendly company. it also meant he could finally throw off his furs and find some comfort in the warm weather.
within a few days of the new season, adam crossed paths with a well found deep in the forest. various shrubs surrounded it, with large pines keeping it hidden from view. adam was, however, drawn by it for some unknown reason.
his body ached for rest. it ached to halt its journey and drown itself in the warm water of the enticing well. the dirt gathered under his fingers needed to be cleaned, as did his matted hair. he could only imagine the relief a bath would bring, unable to remember the last time he'd been afforded the luxury of one.
there was not much thought behind the stripping of his clothes. the various layers were shed off as he stood next to the dip of the well, placing them neatly next to the edge in order to re-dress himself once he was finished. some animals wandered nearby, unafraid as they closed their distance to the small well, accompanying him in his peace. their company was the only warmth adam had felt in a long time.
bared and exhausted, he dipped down into the water, sighing from deep within at the comfortable warmth. the sunlight hit the body of water perfectly, allowing adam to bathe in both the water and under the sun.
the water only reached below his sternum, but by squatting slightly and gathering water in between his palms, he drenched his hair and rinsed the various layers of dirt off his face.
there was comfortable silence surrounding him. only the chirps of birds and the quiet movement of critters nearby could be heard. the splashing of water produced by his brute movements aided to adam's relaxation. he felt weightless submerged in the water. he felt clean and new.
south of five minutes of peace and quiet were afforded to him in that well. soon enough, the sloshing of water could be heard coming from an unknown source, causing adam to halt his movements. midway through rinsing his hair, he stopped, body freezing at the sudden noise. he cowered slightly, retreating to a corner of the well that could at least guard his back in case an intruder were to be nearby. he did not wish for violence to arise, but knew that that would very likely be the case. he did not want more pain, but was willing to inflict it if need be.
a womanly giggle broke through, but adam could not find its source. it unnerved him greatly. women always expressed the most fright towards him, though, more than anything, he feared the woman's companion would attempt to punish him for his presence near this unknown woman.
yet as he looked to and fro, nary a woman could be found. no presence other than his own (and his mute friends) was there to be seen. the giggle was heard once or twice, until he suddenly felt a gush of air next to him, causing him to flinch once more.
beside him, he looked to find another human. it was a woman, as he'd suspected. but this was no ordinary woman.
there were no words in his limited vocabulary to explain the presence now standing next to him.
she was lower in height compared to him, with a beautiful smile gracing her lips. she appeared satisfied, happy to find him there, but he could not trust himself to truly believe as much. her nudity matched his own, though her lower half was hidden by the water just as his. her breasts were fully bare, with her wet hair not covering them. she stood tall and proud, back straight and arms to her sides, chest slightly pumped forwards as if presenting herself to him. every inch of her skin appeared soft, and her features decorated her face in a manner never seen before by the creature. his mouth remained agape, and his eyes wandered up and down her person despite the nerves rushing through his body.
"hello," you spoke with a joyous tone, eyes swimming up and down his body just as his had done to yours. his bareness suddenly struck him.
he made himself as small as he could, taking a few steps back and finding himself practically cornered by you. it was unknown to him why you wished to stand so close. shame overtook him. your beauty was not deserving of the offense his appearance provided.
in shame, he tilted his head downwards, attempting to hide his scarred features with his tresses, arms going up to cover his torso slightly. but regardless of what he attempted to hide, every piece of his being was horrendous. he could not bear your gaze on him.
"do you not speak? or perhaps it is english you do not know," you spoke again, now confused. the smile left your lips and curiosity overtook your features.
"no," he mumbled, "i speak english. i apologize."
with just that, your smile came back, and you took his verbal response as an invitation to step slightly closer. his off-putting appearance and closed-off demeanor did not deter you. it was possible you simply did not grasp his discomfort, but he was so starved for any sort of positive affirmation that he could not find himself complaining.
"oh," you smiled, "are you bathing in my well?"
"your well?"
"yes," you nodded sharply, "this is my well. but i'm happy to have you here! i have not had company in a long while. it is very secluded from civilization, and oftentimes it is only filthy hunters who come here to bathe themselves after having a spree of the deer and rabbits nearby."
there was petulance in your voice. crossed your arms over your chest as you said this, frowning at the mention of hunters. he did not understand what you meant when you claimed this body of water as your own, but he could understand your proclivity against the presence of men bearing weapons. he, similarly to you, opted to avoid them.
"i did not mean to disturb you," he found himself apologizing regardless.
"oh, no!" your hands reached for his, making him flinch at the sudden contact. but he made himself lip, allowing you to grasp his hands, shuddering at the touch. his eyes could still not help themselves in occasionally eyeing your bare breasts, "i did not mean you should leave. you are welcome company! the critters seem to enjoy you, and ... i am enjoying the view all the same."
your voice changed its tune by then. he could not comprehend the shift, as he had never heard such tone used towards him before. your words, however, confused him even more. you welcomed him, but even went as to claim your enjoyment of ... watching him? had you been in hiding before making yourself known? had you watched him bathe?
he did not feel put off by such belief. the shame in his heart was due to the offense his looks must've afforded you, unable to imagine how you could have found joy in his appearance.
again, you spoke, this time fully closing in on him. his back pressed against the edge of the well, your chest practically on his.
never had anyone invaded his personal space in such a way. elizabeth had been interested in his person, but had touched him with hesitance and curiosity. victor had washed and groomed him, but his touch was never anywhere near soft nor curious. you touched his chest like you wished to memorize the feeling of his skin.
you were odd, strange. perhaps you did not understand what decorum was. it had not been long since adam had picked up on such concept, but he was entirely ostracized from society. someone who possessed such beauty as yours surely was aware of the suggestiveness your nudity held, or what your touches upon him could be interpreted to mean.
he remained standing there, allowing you to touch him. wonderment was to be found on your features. you giggled at each trace of your fingers upon his every disfigured scar. shame did not grace you as you toyed and poked at him with child-like joy. wordlessly, he stood there, breath heavy at your proximity. his manhood twitched when you reached sensitive areas of his torso, but he was fortunate enough to have his lower half hidden under the water. as long as your eyes did not wander lower, they would not find his shame become affected by your touch.
"you are terribly handsome," you spoke again, now reaching his face, "like a man made of fragments of marble. i have never seen one such as yourself. tall stature, beautiful hair. i'm fortunate it was you stumbled upon my well."
the warmth in his veins reached his head. he could feel his cheeks flush, his body burn. the lukewarm temperature of the water suddenly burned. he was unfamiliar with such words. he felt he was being lied to. perhaps you were luring him into some trap. he could not tell.
"i ... my skin is made up of lowly patchwork. you are kind, but you need not lie."
"i feel no desire to lie, stranger," you mumbled, once again petulant, "had i not enjoyed your presence, i would have vanished you from my well."
"how do you mean?"
"this is my well," you explained, "i am one with these waters. i cannot fare too far from them, and so i seek the company of those who wander nearby โ usually terribly sore company, but you are different. i can see it."
not once did your soft touch seize as you spoke. your curiosity of him remained, and your fingers reached his hair, running your hands through the strands with what he had no words to describe other than as affection. his guards were down, with your touch slowly lowering them even further.
"you may not leave these waters?"
you shook your head, "i am able to, though i require immediate access to them. i cannot stay too far from them, no matter how often i wish for company. it is why i am so daring in seeking your touch โ is it alright? that i touch you like this? it is not often that i am around men, and your skin is cold to the touch. it feels nice against my own."
with your words accompanied your chest pressing on his own. you knew not the effect you had on him. your bare breasts pressed into his hardened chest. your skin was cold, just as his. the pebbles of your nipples could be felt digging against him. it made him shudder.
you truly knew no manners. you looked up to him with wonder and touched him with awe. you did not hide your interest in his person, and he simply could not conjure a reason for it other than your self-admitted lack of companionship.
it ached to hear of your predicament, one that he knew all to well. your beauty would have provided you with worthy companionship had you not been confined to this secluded corner of the forest. a monstruous part of him imagined you as his lonesome secret. as a lonely siren only he knew. he imagined you receiving him with this same soft touch, and him becoming more and more receptive to it the more he saw you.
"i do not mind."
you smiled, "do you enjoy it, then?"
he faltered, but managed a small smile, unsure if he was allowed to, "yes."
the warmth of your smile radiated towards him, it contrasted with the coolness of your touch, the shivers your fingertips gifted his skin. your hands reached his shoulders with a teasingly soft touch, provoking further goosebumps to form. you only grinned wider at this effect.
"may i continue to touch you? it has been terribly long since someone worthy's wandered by my corner of the forest."
he sighed, head slowly dropping. the crook of your neck received it with the guidance of your hand at the back of his head. his hands remained limp by his sides, but he let you hold him close. it had been terribly long for him too, though his body's reaction to your touch likely gave him away.
turning his head, he nuzzled against your skin. it was unbelievably soft, practically begging for him to claim it. he felt shame at such salacious thoughts, but they remained. he could not understand what was happening to him. his resolve broke quickly, and he could not deny himself of you.
"i am worthy?" he dared ask, breathing you in deep within his lungs.
your nails raked down his back softly, while your other hand occupied itself by keeping him pressed against you. he could feel a deep sigh come from you every time he breathed you in. it was a symbiotic exchange. his body burned and you ensured it continued to do so.
"you have not touched me. i stand bare before you and you have not disrespected my womanhood," you began, tone soft, "your hands remain at your sides and you have not mocked nor taken advantage of my naivetรฉ."
"i could not dream of such a thing."
"i aim to seduce you and you do not fall for it. you are a good, restrained man," you sighed, breath lingering against his ear, "it makes me feel guilt for the thoughts that have been conjuring in my mind from the moment you submerged yourself in my waters."
a groan trapped itself in the creature's throat. it threatened to escape but it could not. his manhood reacted instead, twitching in between you, earning him a soft laugh that vibrated from your body to his.
"i've never had a man who did not succumb to me upon first sight. they all leave me after they get what they want, too. will you leave me, stranger?"
wet eyes looked up to his.
it took him a moment to catch his breath. his scarred chest heaved up and down, consistent pants leaving his lips.
"i will not ... if you allow my wretched presence to remain."
"i see no wretched thing that you speak of," softly, a hand came up to his cheek, thumb caressing the ridges of dead skin to be found there. his breath caught once more.
"you are too nice to an undeserving soul."
but again, you shook your head, "i'd say you are the most deserving i've met thus far," you began, chuckling softly as you continued, "and, believe me, i have been here for a long time."
that statement caught his attention. could it be that you'd also been cursed with the chains of an eternal servitude to earth? he wished to ask, but remained quiet. more than to learn this knowledge, he selfishly hoped you'd continue to speak to him. it did not matter what about as long as your eyes remained on his.
"will you come see me again, then, stranger?" you asked once more.
he did not hesitate this time, "yes."
the smile that graced your lips was something he could not compare to any other beauty he'd beheld within his days. it had his heart stammering and his fingers flexing at his sides.
"oh, that makes me so very glad! i aim to not seduce you today. perhaps we shall be friends, and i shall earn your heart before your body," you beamed at him, hands circling around his neck, certainly aware of the effect your proximity (as well as your words) had on his borrowed, reanimated heart, "but you must, please, come again soon. i promise i will not drown you with lust until i have thawed that timid demeanor you carry."
you spoke more bluntly than most other humans he'd met โ though he was quite sure by then you were no common woman. you shared this trait with himself, which only made his already ardent interest grow further.
he would see you again, and he would seek your company until you decided you were no longer in want of it. he'd be selfish in that way.
with one last promise, you leaned in close to press a kiss to his cheek, causing the warmth of his blood to trek its way there upon the contact.
"i will expect you tomorrow. apparel is optional," you winked at him one last time before (regretfully) removing your touch from his body and disappearing as fast as you'd spawned.
and every moment between that day and the morrow was spent with you on his mind. his body was still unsure of how to react to your vocal interest in the manhood of his person, and neither did his brain understand why you wished to see him again.
but as he finished his bath (aware you were likely watching from somewhere within the watery shadows), he could not help that flush traveling through his veins.
a/n: i'll do a continuation eventually with smut!!
dividers by: @/uzmacchiato
i have more creature x reader and adrian chase x reader in my drafts im finishing up i just keep forgetting about it lolol oops i swear itll come thoughhhh
vigilante doodle for my bestie
warnings: 18+, smut, fem!reader, can be read as a continuation to this but also as a standalone, one mention of reader having hair, dry humping, face riding, p in v sex, etc.
summary: adam doesnt know what to do with the sensations you arouse in his body. he asks you for help.
wc: 3.1k
a/n: i know i write my reader and creature too horny but this is the reality that lives in my brain. ill write some slow burn eventually maybe
it had taken adam quite a while to become accustomed to your company.
he still arose every morning with what he believed to be a very rational fear of your sudden absence. despite your constant reassurance of the mutual fondness you shared for him, adam could not help himself in awaiting for some sort of tragedy to arise.
however, despite his fears, he still woke up next to you every morning. his body still tangled with yours mid slumber, remaining wrapped in your warmth throughout the cold winters. every dusk was met with your embrace, and every dawn arrived with your hand tracing his skin softly.
after many moons, adam began to forget himself. your presence had become such a comfort, that he found himself learning a new emotion โ greed. your every affectionate act build up this monster inside him, making him grow so used to your affection, that he now felt as if he depended on it.
his body craved yours, no matter the circumstance. any time you'd wander alone into the village, he'd feel a familiar emptiness inside him. the fear of your absence grew, causing a physical reaction in him. you always alleviated his worries, yet they would occasionally continue to fester in him.
one of his biggest worries were the other feelings you provoked in him.
the intimacy you granted him could not help itself in affecting him. every touch had the ability to light up this feeling inside him. he could not fully understand it, yet it remained.
these base emotions manifested deep within, reaching the surface any time you made contact with him. your touch burned him, though it also arose his skin in nervous goosebumps. no matter the sort of touch, he felt himself shiver.
the shame that accompanied his lust was grand and untreatable. there was no remedy for his feelings. and this was something he simply could not confide in you with. the offense he felt in your behalf at his feelings was too much for him to manage. it was something he did not wish to burden you with.
but then you'd kiss him goodnight. you'd trail your lips down his jaw, reaching his ear and whispering unspoken confessions against him. he'd grow weak, unable to ever deny your touch โ something he never truly wished to do, but felt was the proper thing to do.
every time you gave your body to him, he grew more and more debilitated. the beast inside him was fed by your touch, demanding he indulge in it every time you'd so much as press your lips to his skin. the context did not matter, as his body burned for you regardless.
some weeks passed before he ever brought up his misery to you. the eternal debate within him could not die down, forcing him to confide in you, hoping the look of adoration in your eyes did not dissipate due to his lack of decorum.
when the confession left his lips, he could see a physical reaction in you, though he did not understand what it meant. your hands remained on his as you sat side by side on the side of your bed. you did not reproach him, but he could not be assured of your feelings until you shared them with him.
"oh, adam ..."
"i apologize," he interrupted, "i ... i did not mean to insult you. i have tried to control these feelings, but i cannot understand their source," he explained, "my body will not listen to reason- i fear my creator may have failed in my creation in some regard. i cannot die, and as it seems, i also cannot control this need."
your lips curled up slightly as he explained himself, though he could not bring himself to share extended eye contact. his shame was even larger than his desire. he did not wish to offend you further than he had, and he feared that even looking into your eyes would increase these feelings even more.
"oh, adam," you repeated, though this time you continued, "what you feel is ... it is lust."
his head cocked to the side in curiosity, unsure as to what you meant.
this was not an entirely unfamiliar term to him, as he had become a well read student in the past year or so of his existence. but it was an emotion he had not yet explored. it had, surely, never been brought up in your many conversations.
"what is ... lust?"
with a bashful smile, you scoot up closer to him, knees now touching. your hand left his hold, opting to reach up to his hair and play with a lone strand. this was a common doing of yours, and it always drew a flush from adam.
"it is when ... when your emotions are just too much, your heart cannot hold them alone, and so your body begins to react. ," you began, slightly hesitant, "it is when you desire someone ... just as i do you."
his lips parted at that, heart hammering inside his chest and skin forming goosebumps yet again. he could feel that familiar reaction growing in his body. his middle began to cause discomfort.
"you ... you share these emotions? i am not defective?"
you shook your head, hand now cupping his cheek, thumb close enough to his mouth for him to kiss if he so wished. he felt your touch encourage him to lean in closer, and he obeyed without even considering otherwise.
"i cannot resist you, my love," you reassured, "this is a burden we both share."
"does it pain you?"
"greatly. i feel i cannot control myself around you."
adam could not believe his ears, but he did not dare question your words. his body continued to burn for you, in that way you claimed to understand. without his permission, he felt his body draw closer to yours, which you welcomed without question.
"i feel ... i feel myself burn for you. is that normal?"
your thumb tugged lightly at his bottom lip, eyes focused on his lips. he gasped at such salacious touch, but he allowed himself to enjoy it. vibrations could be felt from within him, but you did not judge him for such reaction.
"if it is not, then i fear myself abnormal."
with another tug of his lip, you pulled him down for a kiss, a soft sigh reverberating into his lips. his own sounds were more gruttal in nature, coming from deep within his diaphragm and echoing into the small cottage. yet you did not flinch, nor did you disconnect your lips.
adam allowed you to take control, groaning when your tongue sought out his own, when you encouraged his hands to lay on your body and you crawled the rest of the way onto his lap. his body could not control itself any longer.
he felt himself harden, burning incessantly for your touch. and you awarded him with it without question. the pressure of your body above his middle made him sigh your name into your lips, but you swallowed it with yet another kiss.
"i wish for your touch- i cannot live without it. i fear greed begins to consume me," he breathed out once your lips parted, "you have granted me your body, yet i cannot cease my endless craving of you."
and you kissed him again, hips pressing down into his own as your tongue flicked at his own.
"you believe yourself to be the only victim of this fever?" you whispered into his lips, "shame fills me at the thoughts plaguing my mind. i wish to take every remnant of your innocence."
he groaned at this, hands daring to trail to your waist and aiding you in your movements. the internment pressing of your hips against his own drew endless grunts from his lips, but you appeared to enjoy them all the same.
"please," he pleaded, "do with me as you wish- i am yours."
once more, you locked your lips with his own. this time, your hands trailed to his tunic, fingers trailing at the fabric as you searched for its opening. the movements were familiar to him, yet they continued to drive this incessant excitement deep within him to grow past containment.
expertly, you removed your every obstacle, using his aid to get you both nude and laid flat on your sheets. the sight of you above him had become a blessing he'd begun to grow used to, but he prayed to keep it alive all the same. there was no inch of you he would not pray to if you so much as asked.
sitting up above him, you pressed your hands on his shoulders as he laid back, beginning to move back and forth against him. it drove him mad within seconds.
he could feel the dampness of your middle grace his manhood. the curls adorning your center graced at his skin, drawing yet another groan from his lips. hidden deep within, he knew a pearl was to be found. he'd touched at it before, had had the pleasure of licking at it, of befriending it in every regard. he wished to toy with it once more, to break your resolve just as you'd broken his.
when you pressed against him even harder, a whine left your lips. it drove a groan from deep within his chest, causing him to dig the crown of his head into the sheets beneath him. his back arched involuntarily, hips driving lightly into yours from below.
the sight above him drove him past ruination. the beautiful skin of your body was completely bare, breasts liberated for his viewing pleasure, tresses of hair framing your face to perfection. he could not help but remember the contrast between your beautiful form and his disastrous one, but he could not ponder in it for too long. not when your eyes opened and gazed into his own, eyebrows curled up in what looked like dread, but adam knew by then was immeasurable pleasure. your body used his, stimulating that pearl he could not get out of his mind against his hardness as it laid flat across his stomach.
dizziness overtook him, and he remained laid down, a willing prisoner to your pleasure.
but even then, he became greedy.
against all self control, his hands gripped at your hips, aiding in your movements, speeding them up, hips driving softly against yours โ hoping to not get in the way of your bliss as he did so. he silently encouraged your body north of his own, groaning when your eyes met again and he found that indescribable lust in them.
with a nod, you followed his silent plea, crawling the rest of the way up his body until your middle found his lips. shamelessly, he gripped at your back side, holding you down against him as he sought out every crevice found between your legs.
adam had never truly believed in the concept of heaven, aware that even if it were to be, he would never find himself welcomed there. but as he dove deep in your essence, he wondered if perhaps this was it. was this what all other men saw in their promised paradise? what they felt? adam could not find it in himself to believe that anything more heavenly could ever exist in this world or any other.
squeals of his name could be heard from above, accompanied by small gasps and intakes of breath. every sound was muffled by your thighs pressed against his ears, but the echoing of your sounds could still be made out. his hips ached to drive up, but they were met with nothing but air. he wished to find his end, yet he could not stop himself from licking into you with endless abandon.
"oh, adam ..." he heard you sigh out, fingers pulling at his locks, "i must- i will finish ... you will make me finish," you warned.
the grind of your hips on his face increased in desperation, your decorum dying along with his. he lost himself to your warmth, feeding off your taste and feasting on every drop you granted him with. his obsession with that small pearl, well hidden deep within, finally came to fruition, as he licked and toyed at it with senseless devotion.
your ruin arrived faster than ever before, and adam took in it with that selfish greed he now knew he could never rid himself of. he pulled you impossibly closer, growling into you as you rubbed yourself against his nose.
when you crawled your way back down, your breath was heavy as was his. there was no time to remedy your fastened heartbeats before you trapped him in yet another kiss, attempting to steal your taste from his tongue. he could barely hold on any longer. his body begged him to take you, animalistically, with no mercy.
silently, you begged for him, moaning into his lips and trapping his tongue with yours. he could not help every sound leaving his lips, though you swallowed each and every one.
"will you allow me to satisfy my greed now that you've had your fill?" you whispered into his lips, eyes devoted.
"i shall never reach my fill."
you smiled at him, chuckling breathlessly before settling back on his lap. in tandem, he sat up, unable to allow any amount of distance between you at such a moment.
"do you wish to take me like this my love?" your voice reached a suggestive tone, one that only served to punish adam's restraint.
against all odds, he shook his head, eyes downcast and somehow bashful of meeting yours. he daren't voice his desires. he was ashamed to suggest any sort of preference. how could he, when you were already offering him the world?
but you, in that same benevolent fashion you'd always treated adam, thumbed at his chin, bringing his eyes back to yours. it was difficult for him to even think at that moment, already too affected by your bare form and the remnants of your taste of his tongue, but your loving eyes still maintained his focus.
"tell me how you wish to have me, my love. my body is yours to take."
this was not the first time you'd uttered such words to adam. and although he knew you did not truly mean he owned your body, โ something which no man should ever dare to attempt to accomplish โ he still felt his loins burn at such suggestion.
ashamed, he spoke, praying that his desires would not drive you away. his basest of feelings could not be contained anymore, and he could not help himself in yearning for your body beneath his own, driven into unimaginable pleasures as he drove into you time and time again. thus far, you had found your bliss sat on his lap, with his body aiding you from below. but the image of your body beneath his, writhing in desire could not leave his thoughts.
"i wish to hover over you ... to cage you beneath me as i seek our pleasure ... please forgive any offense or fright this should bring you," he met your eyes, but remained ashamed.
his body, too large to function properly, could easily overpower yours. although you had not once expressed fears of him, he shared them for the both of you. these animalistic desires begged him to take you, to take control and make you find your bliss, but he could not risk your fright. he could not imagine such a beast towering a delicate and frail form such as yours, but that did not deter his body for aching for it.
instead of responding, your lips parted, with your eyes flitting between his gaze and his lips as if unknowing of how to respond. he wished to apologize again, but was once more interrupted by your lips on his.
the kiss was aggressive in nature. your hands pulled at him, not shy in informing him of your desires. you laid yourself on your back without once breaking your embrace, pulling him atop you just in the way he'd imagined. it drove him dizzy with desire.
"my love-"
"take me," you begged, legs wrapping around his waist, breaking him further, "your desires are my own. i ache for you to lose yourself in my body. leave all decorum and take pleasure from my body- please, take me."
adam could not think. his manhood ached unimaginably. he felt the last piece of his resolve shatter at your words, body purring with excitement as it pleaded at him to seek your own.
with a nod, he kissed you again, lining himself up in your entrance. you were moist, warm as he'd left you upon every lick he'd dawned upon you. it only served for an easier intrusion.
your gasp of pleasure landed against his bottom lip, a whine and a bite following right after. nails dug into his disfigured back, but he felt not a grace of pain. the pleasure was indescribable, and all he could do was grunt confessions into your awaiting ear.
"i love you-" he cried out, "you are mine ... my love, my life- tell me it is true..."
in return, you cried his name, breathing into his open lips, "my last breath will be yours."
a groan left his lips, hips hammering against you without sense. his body moved on its own, desperate to find its end buried deep inside you. he burned for you, ached for pleasure you were so willing to give him.
he had never imagined he could find a companion who deemed him worthy of their gaze, had never even conjured up a dream of someone who would love and kiss and please him in such a way. you had taken ownership of his heart, and his body ached to be yours just as much.
deep inside, he released with a groan. his body stuttered, skin flaring up in goosebumps and muscles flexing. you joined him soon after, crying out his name once more and further digging him in pleasure. he could not explain the feeling.
the aftermath was quiet. only heavy breaths could be heard. there was the occasional kiss and trace of skin as he laid beside you, caging you in his arms and selfishly praying for yet another kiss.
you granted each and every one without needing to hear his silent pleas. your body morphed against his own, keeping him safe despite your much smaller form.
suddenly, you broke the silence, speaking into his chest.
"you may have me whenever you wish, my love. there is no need for bashfulness. not with me," you whispered softly, "i am yours."
"what shall i do if i wish to have you?" he asked, still with some shame in his tone.
you hummed to yourself in contemplation before smiling at him once more, "a kiss will suffice. kiss me and tell me you love me, and i shall give you anything you wish."
he leaned down, nosing at your skin in search for your lips. a soft kiss landed against your smiling lips, humming when you returned it.
"i love you."
dividers by: @/uzmacchiato
warnings: 18+, smut, fem!reader, established relationship, mentions of p in v sex and oral sex, etc.
summary: nsfw alphabet with adrian chase
wc: 2k
A = Aftercareย (what theyโre like after sex)
he's never exhausted after sex, always down for another round unless you're fully tapped out. he'll always have some water and towels ready for you, but you have to ask him to clean you up or else the thought will fly over his head. he's very sweet once he knows what he's doing, though.
B = Body partย (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerโs)
he likes his abs. he thinks he has killer abs, and he knows you like them too, which is just bonus points to him. loves when you trace them or lick them, always encouraged by the memory of those moments when he's at the gym.
he loves your ass and boobs. he can't choose between them. he's a simple man, he just enjoys the fat found in those areas. he'll literally salivate when he sees your bare boobs or your ass in a tiny little thong. completely malfunctions when you send him pics of them clad in lingerie.
C = Cumย (anything to do with cum, basically)
he hates how the texture feels, but he's usually too wound up in pleasure to really think about it until the aftermath. once the high has calmed down, he'll wince at the feeling of it on your skin and on his dick, itching to clean it off. he does find it hot to come in or on you while his brain is submerged in sex, though.
D = Dirty secretย (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
pretty cliche, but he watches you through your window sometimes. he'll also break into your apartment pretty often. it's not always sexual, but if he happens to come across a pair of panties, he'll take them. or if he stops by while you're getting off, he'll stay and watch. he'll reason that it's fine and not illegal since he knows you and actually has keys to the place, he's just choosing not to use them.
E = Experienceย (how experienced are they? do they know what theyโre doing?)
he's slept with people before, never one to be too picky about who he ends up in bed with. however, he has no actual knowledge on intimacy. every sexual experience he's ever had has been awkward and just for the sake of it. he's canonically bad at sex lmao, but i think he'd be good at it if he did it with someone he was really into. he'd be a quick study with you, driven by his antsy need to make you feel good.
F = Favorite positionย (this goes without saying)
he'll take you in any, he's just happy to be there! however, he really likes reverse cowgirl. having you ride him and use him however you like always gets him off, specially when he gets to keep his hands on your tits and your back against his chest. he'll have your neck twisting back uncomfortably so he can make out with you as you ride him.
G = Goofyย (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
he's goofy as shit in every imaginable scenario, and sex is not an exception. if some weird noise comes up or he slips out, or either of you somehow injure yourselves, he'll make a joke of it. he's never embarrassed of anything, nor does he embarrass you. everything can be funny if you try hard enough!
H = Hairย (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
he keeps himself well groomed. i feel like he probably feels uncomfortable by too much body hair on himself in the same way he doesn't particularly like soft touch. he keeps himself pretty hairless.
I = Intimacyย (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
he can be romantic if need be, but most of the time he really just isn't. it's not like he doesn't take intimacy seriously, but it's usually all about your shared pleasure for him. he doesn't kiss up and down your skin to be romantic, he just does it because it feels good for both of you.
J = Jack offย (masturbation headcanon)
he jerks off basically every other day. being in a relationship with you does not deter how often he gets off. he'll prefer to have sex with you than to jerk off, but sometimes he feels like getting off is more convenient, and this way he doesn't have to bother you. it's a win win to him.
K = Kinkย (one or more of their kinks)
he's kind of an exhibitionist in a weird way. he won't have sex out in public (for the most part), but he likes to show you off to anyone willing (or unwilling) to see. if peacemaker looks at his phone, he hopes he'll come across one of your nudes, just so he can get that surge of pride in his chest that says yeah, i'm banging her. if the subject of sex ever comes up, he'll brag and brag about all the shit you do together (even if you're sitting embarrassed next to him).
L = Locationย (favorite places to do the do)
he loves doing it in his secret room. it's soundproof, it's private, and all in all, he feels kinda dirty doing it there, which only adds to the fun! you'll usually be hanging in there while he patrols. and when he comes back, he'll throw off his suit and just take you right there. sometimes it's on top of a pile of cash, other times on the floor, and frequently on the desk he uses to modify weapons.
M = Motivationย (what turns them on, gets them going)
anything about you gets him going. if you wear high socks some day, he'll wanna fuck. if you're sucking on a lollypop, he'll wanna fuck. if you have your hair up, he'll wanna fuck. if you have your hair down, he'll wanna fuck. if you look at him a certain way, he'll wanna fuck. he's very susceptible to anything you do or say.
N = Noย (something they wouldnโt do, turn offs)
he won't actually hurt you. even if you're the type to like getting thrown around or slapped or any shit like that, he has his hard limits. he's fine with roughhousing you a little bit, but he won't slap you or cut you or anything like that. he's fine with you doing that stuff to him if you want, but he won't do it in return.
O = Oralย (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
you're probably the first partner he ever truly learned to go down on, and he quickly became a fan. he loves how you writhe under him, how your back arches on the bed and how you grind into his mouth. it makes him hard as shit and he has to hold back from cumming in his pants most days.
that being said, he does prefer when you go down on him. it's not because he values his pleasure over yours or anything, but he's just obsessed with your mouth on his dick, so he's really just thinking with his dick when it comes to choosing his preference.
P = Paceย (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
for the most part he's very fast paced and crazy when he goes at it. he has crazy stamina and he just seizes to think with anything but his dick once he has you in bed. however, on the occasional time that it's early in the morning and you're both lazy, or maybe when emotions are heightened, he'll fuck you deep and slow. he actually loves these instances, but more often than not he'll let his base needs consume him.
Q = Quickieย (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
he has quickies with you all the time. they're not his preference. he prefers to take his time and get to make you cum up to a handful of times every time, but as said in letter P, he usually gets too taken up by how good it feels, he'll go super quick and crazy at it.
R = Riskย (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
he's down to try anything as long as it gets you horny and as long as it's not illegal. he has things he wants to try, like certain roleplays or ridiculous outfits that he wants to try out. he's willing (and hopeful) to try literally anything as long as it doesn't cause you bodily harm or goes against his skewed morals.
S = Staminaย (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
he can go on practically forever. he'll more likely grow disgusted by the various layers of sweat and fluids covering you both before he actually grows exhausted. his body can withstand way more than the average, so he can go on until way after you tap out (but won't unless you specifically consent to it!).
T = Toysย (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
he's not familiar with them, but he'll go crazy as soon as you introduce him to some. he sees them as literal toys for him to play with, so he'll experiment with each and every one. he'll eventually even come to buy some of his own for you guys to try. he'll need guidance, though lol.
U = Unfairย (how much they like to tease)
at first he doesn't even realize he's teasing by taking his time with you, but as soon as he takes note of it, he becomes a menace in bed. he loves how you whine and cry for him, even enjoys when you insult him into finally giving it to you.
V = Volumeย (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
he's loud as shit! he doesn't really give a fuck. he'll be loud in your apartment, in his house, in the 13th street kids' headquarters (or checkmate, depending on the time period). he'll whimper and cry without a care. he doesn't realize how much you like it, but he reasons that he loves your sounds, so you probably reciprocate the feeling.
W = Wild cardย (a random headcanon for the character)
he's actually not down for a threesome with peacemaker. or with anyone, for that matter. if he absolutely had to do a threesome, he'd pick peacemaker, but he's a little insecure in that regard, thinking that if he let you fuck peacemaker, you'd choose him instead. the thought is hot to him, specially since it'd be a great three-way bonding experience with his two favorite people, but in the end he'd have this dumb idea that you'd leave him for chris if you were given the option, so he'd be very against it.
X = X-rayย (letโs see whatโs going on under those clothes)
he's packing well enough. he's longer than he is girthier. he's a little above average height, so he's very likely packing an above average dick.
Y = Yearningย (how high is their sex drive?)
crazy sex drive. his sex drive is just like his personality โ very eccentric and out there. he's practically always in the mood for sex, never one to complain if you were to literally drag him away from whatever he's doing to take him back home with you.
Z = Zzzย (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
he has endless energy, but it will really just depend on the time of the day. he gives me the vibe that he'll fall asleep right after sex if it's nighttime and you're both cozy and snug in your room. if it's during the day and you fucked against a wall or anything of that fashion, he'll just get redressed and ask if you wanna go to the woods to watch him shoot some shit or something.
dividers by: @/diviniyae
warnings: 18+, suggestive, fem!reader, flirty!reader, downbad!jack, fluff, etc.
summary: the morning after your first time with jack leads him to various revelations
wc: 1k
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jack wasn't particularly fond of sleep โ not that it found him very frequently.
although he'd pretty much gotten a hold of the frequent nightmares that had by then become his companions, avoiding them was always preferable. though they seemed to go hand in hand with sleep more often than not.
restful sleep, regardless of nightmares or not, never seemed to come by. no matter which remedy he employed, which sorts of methods were recommended by his doctors and therapists, none of them resulted in a peaceful, fulfilling sleep.
but as cliche as it may have sounded, that beautiful, restful sleep finally made its way back to him the moment he held you in his arms.
this wasn't the first time he'd awoken with you nuzzled right against his chest. he was on his way to double digits, hoping he'd soon enough lose count of times he'd held you in your sleep. but each and every single sleep shared with you proved to provide him with some of the safest, most peaceful nights of his life.
as he held you, he felt puffs of breath landing right into the skin of his pecs, followed by the occasional sleepy mumble, and maybe even some drool (but he truly could not find it in himself to not view that with the most endearment a man like him could hold inside). even as he watched you sleep, with him fully awake in your bed, he could feel the weight of the world drop off his shoulders. he'd slept through the night day, already fully recharged and opting to watch you instead, making his heart soar with every twitch and flutter of your form.
pressed up against him, you remained with a leg hooked over his waist most of the night, resting on your side as he remained mostly static on his back, body leaning slightly towards yours. you were a touchy sleeper, mumbling in annoyance whenever even the slightest distance was created between you. even in his sleepy state, he'd huddle closer to you throughout the night, already in love with how you'd petulantly seek him out even while passed out.
and don't even get him started on the events of last night morning. he couldn't let himself think about it too much. not when you were still fully nude, cunt mere inches away from pressing against his middle. the warmth of your bare skin was enough to get him to squirm, vivid memories of your first time together already imprinting in his brain.
he couldn't let himself get too deep into it. last night morning had been an earth-shattering experience for him. it'd rejuvenated him, completely destroyed any lack of self-esteem he could've possibly possessed. he could still vividly remember the way in which you'd devoured him with your eyes, how you'd begged for more, how your skin felt under his fingertips and the way you tightened around him.
he could've gone on forever remembering every nook and cranny of your body he wished to further explore, but he suddenly felt you stir under his hold. a few unintelligible mumbles left your lips as you did so, both squeezing against him and pushing him away all at once as you came to your senses.
"baby?"
fuck. your morning voice revived that cuteness aggression in him he hadn't even known he still had until meeting you.
leaning down to nose at your hair, he left a kiss there, incidentally taking in the floral scent of your shampoo and internally swooning.
"you up, sleepy?"
you nodded, kissing his chest softly, "been watching me sleep?"
"not in a creepy way."
"totally not in a creepy way," you snorted lightly.
"c'mon, kid. let me enjoy this."
that seemed to get you content. you kissed at his chest and hummed in agreement, arms tightening around his waist.
"you got work tonight? or do i get to keep you for a few more hours?"
"i'm all yours for the rest of the night," he reassured, grateful he didn't need to clock in tonight.
though he would occasionally pop in on some of his days off to lend a helping hand where needed, tonight such idea was out of the question. for once, he wanted to indulge.
everyone at work would roll their eyes at his current predicament, perhaps a little put off by his indulgence of the pretty young thing he'd sort of picked up at the hospital after tending to one of her injuries. he was still grappling with the technicalities of your first meeting, as well as with the age gap, but things seemed pretty swell so far. it was better if he left those details in the back burner.
after all, it was difficult to focus on anything south of positive when he had you tracing the skin of his chest and pressing the occasional kiss into his skin.
"thank god," you mumbled, "cause i'm not exactly done with you yet."
his eyebrow curled up and he felt himself twitch a bit as he leaned back slightly to look at you properly, "that a threat?"
"consider it a promise," you retaliated.
with just those words, you crawled your way onto a straddle, practically sat on his middle as you looked down to him in half sleepiness, half defiance.
"i'm going to rock your world again, and then you're going to take me on a late night date," you started, hands settled on his shoulders as you leaned down, "i don't stay up past my bedtime for just anyone."
"need your beauty sleep?"
"does it look like i need it?", you huffed teasingly.
his hands landed on your hips, enjoying the pressure of your weight on him and wishing to keep it there.
"you can do whatever you want to me, sweetheart," he responded to your previous statement, "i'll wine and dine you all you want."
"you sure you can keep up?" you teased yet again.
but he just smiled up at you, nudging you down for a kiss,
"for you? yeah, i think i can manage."
dividers by: @/diviniyae
warnings: 18+, smut, fem!reader, overstimulation, p in v sex, established relationship, mentions of oral (f receiving), etc.
summary: wanting to try something new, you suggest free use to adrian, not realizing the pandora's box you'd just opened.
wc: 2.2k
"wait, what do you mean by 'free use'?"
adrian emphasized his question with furrowed brows and air quotes. he sat up on the bed as you continued to get ready for your day, already clad in his vigilante suit and ready to start one of his early morning patrolling sessions.
you rolled your eyes, not very shocked he wasn't aware of what the term meant. before you could explain, he continued talking.
"wait, do i owe you money? haven't i been fucking you for free this entire time? shit- has this been transactional? i'm not- i'm not a fucking john, am i?"
"adrian-"
"shit! i knew it was too good to be true! chris said it this whole time โ that you were waaaayyy out of my league and that it made no sense you fucked me for free. he was right? fuck, man."
"adrian!"
"what?" he blinked up at you as you made your way to him. his legs parted easily for you, allowing you to stand between them as you held his chin between your thumb and your index finger, tilting his head towards you.
"that's not what free use means," you began, to which he nodded dumbly, "it just means ... that you can do whatever you want to me whenever you want."
you said it very point blank, but you noticed the instant shift behind his eyes. while he'd originally been confused, looking to you with an empty look of curiosity, he suddenly began to blink slow and hard, processing your words. his hands left his lap and went to your hips, probably not realizing how his fingers dug into you and how he tried to pull you slightly closer.
"oh ... you mean- so, like i can ... i can fuck you whenever i want?"
you nodded with a smile, patting at his curls softly.
"fuck. really? like, really really?" he smiled widely at you.
a giggle left your lips, nodding again in confirmation, "yeah, adrian. anything goes."
he paused for a second, eyes shutting close and head throwing back as if in ecstasy, "fuuuuuck. that's so fucking hot," he mumbled almost to himself before turning back to you with wide eyes, "i'd totally fuck you stupid right now, but i promised peacemaker i'd go shoot some shit with him later today.
nodding with understanding, your fingers trailed to his chin to grip lightly at his cheeks, forcing him to pucker his lips and bringing him in for a chaste kiss.
"it's okay, baby. you have all the time in the world to do whatever you want," you promised.
you shared your goodbyes after that, with you leaving for an early shift and him to meet chris to patrol, or shoot shit, or whatever it was they did when they hung out.
at that moment, you didn't realize the effect your words would eventually have. it seemed like a fun idea when you'd woken up to find him pressed up against him, hard and needy after a long day but opting for sleep rather than to wake you up for some help.
it hadn't been the only time you'd found yourself thinking about letting him use you whenever he wanted, but it'd been the instance that pushed you over the edge. adrian had a high libido, as did you, so you couldn't help but fantasize about what would happen if you removed any sense of decorum from the relationship and gave him the greenlight to satisfy himself however he saw fit.
you'd soon find out.
the first instance occurred that same day.
you arrived home after a half shift, exhausted all the same, and ready for some leftovers and a warm shower.
you'd expected your apartment to be empty. adrian usually stayed out a majority of the day, either occupying himself with some secret mission with the 11th street kids or working a shift at fennel fields. it was common for the two of you to only see each other in the morning or on odd days of the week.
this time around, you walked in to a different air. it didn't take long for you to realize that you weren't alone.
one glance to your left, and you would've spotted adrian's tactical boots on your shoe rack, or maybe taken notice of his keys on the coffee table.
but the only warning you managed to receive about his presence had been his presence itself, which quickly overpowered you without warning.
within seconds of closing the door behind you, you were flipped around and pushed up against it, a familiar pair of lips closing in on your own.
your body was thoroughly felt up and your lips well-kissed before you even got a word in. out of instinct, your body followed his, hips molding into his own and tongue chasing his.
"adrianโ?"
"hmmph- been thinking about you all day, fuck," he mumbled, lips trailing down your neck, "tried to think about all types of things i wanted to do, but then i got hard and it kinda deterred the rest of my day. peacemaker told me to fuck off if i was gonna be horny all over the place-"
"adrian-"
"so i came home, and i've been waiting for you for hours. i got off like two times, but i couldn't stop thinking about, like, bending you over the kitchen table or fucking in the vigilante mobile."
throughout his rant, his hands never seized to touch you. your as and hips were squeezed greedily, your shirt was practically off from all his pulling, and a trail of slobber occupied your neck and collarbones after all his ministrations.
meanwhile, your panties moistened further. his shameless words made your thighs squeeze together with need, your body move along his as you sought more of his touches. he either didn't catch onto how horny you were, or was just far too gone to really process it, as he kept rambling about every place he wished to fuck you in. the words went in one ear out the other after a while. your mind was just as foggy as his, with any exhaustion forgotten.
"-or, like, i was thinking about waking you up with head. i've always wanted to do that โ there's so many possibilities, babe!"
"adrian, just fuck me!"
he sighed loudly, face nuzzling into your neck and breathing you in deep and shameless.
"yeah- yeah, you're right. i'm gonna- god, i'm gonna wreck your shit, babe. just you wait!"
with a shocking lack of effort, he picked you up bridal style, laughing maniacally as he sped his way through your shared apartment and took you to your room, unceremonious as he threw you on the bed.
clothes were individually ripped off, with your eyes never leaving the other's. he drank you up with a hungry grin on his lips, practically whining as you threw off your top and shimmied off your pants and panties all at once. his suit was thrown off, leaving him bare within moments.
"so this free use thing ... does that mean i can just go to town right now?"
you laughed but nodded, head tilting in a daring gesture.
he groaned in satisfaction yet again, taking the few long steps necessary to find you sat on the bed and crawl over you.
with another sloppy kiss, he began to line himself up into your entrance, groaning into your lips as he finally entered you. despite a slight bit of pain, you were wet enough to take him, instantly tightening at the intrusion. this drew a shaky sigh from his lips before he began fucking into you.
there was no finesse to his movements, no amount of grace or synchronization as he hammered into your hole. the sloppy sounds of your fluids mixing filled the room, only to be overpowered by your moans and his low grunts.
"fuck- i haven't had this pussy in forever ... such a good pussy, babe, really! can't believe i get it all to myself, and- and for free-"
the wording was off, but the way he expressed his base feelings for your cunt still made you cry out. he was going to come soon, and he was going to bury his essence deep inside you, and you wanted nothing more than to lay there and take it.
"i swear i'll make you come, babe- i just- i need to come so fucking bad ... such a perfect pussy, god-"
there was not an ounce of embarrassment in his words as he humped into you. he was like a pathetic virgin unable to control his body, whining your name and digging his nails into your skin just so he could keep you in the perfect position โ hitting the perfect angle that had his eyes rolling back at just how tight and warm you felt.
he came inside you with a broken groan, body practically deflating above yours with no regard for your orgasm. but you knew this wouldn't last.
it took him a total of twenty seconds to catch his breath before he began kissing at your skin again, mumbling intelligible words as he pulled out and kissed his way down the length of your body.
"i'm gonna eat you out til you pass out now," he said as if obvious, "you're gonna regret this whole free use thing, babe. i'm gonna fuck you sooo stupid," he giggled to himself between wet kisses, humming to himself upon the first lick of your cunt.
the rest of the night was spent tirelessly. adrian was true to his word, remaining buried between your legs throughout the night. you lost count of how many times he made you come, and of how many times he climbed back up your body just to have you taste yourself on his tongue. regret was the very last thing on your mind, though you did wonder how you'd be able to regain any of your strength back to go to work in the morning.
you fell asleep after endless hours of this, with the last thing you remembered being a final, chaste kiss laid on your lips.
the next time wasn't until a few days later.
there was no mention of your newfound agreement again after that night. the two of you continued your regular routines, usually too busy to really indulge in one another as much as you wished.
but then your schedules finally aligned. you didn't think much of it when it happened, but the memory sparked back up when you slipped into the shower early into the morning while adrian remained fast asleep on your shared bed. the sound of a sliding door behind you told you all you needed to know, and the sudden presence of hands on your hips only confirmed it all.
within moments, you were no longer under the stream of the shower, but now pressed up against the tile of the shower wall, and with your leg perched up on adrian's waist.
he kissed you with greed, as he always did. his dick was already hard and leaking for you, pressed against his stomach and sandwiched between your bodies.
no words were exchanged as he lined himself up once more, groaning silently into your lips at the warmth.
your nails dug into his shoulders, a tiny whine of his name leaving your lips. he kissed at your cheek, finding your shoulder and softly biting it as his hips began to move.
"this is okay, right?" he panted, "wasn't sure if i could just, like, fuck you like this- but, fuck, i've been wanting to-"
"yes," you sighed in bliss, "use me whenever you want, adrian- just- fuck, keep fucking me."
he groaned at that, sound landing straight in your ear, "you're so fucking nice and pretty and soft and sexy when i fuck you, shit."
your hips moved along with his own, slapping skin echoing in the small room as you tongued at each other. it was filthy and desperate, but it was all very adrian. he fucked exactly as he lived, and it always had your body melting for him.
his hand dug between your bodies, already familiar with the song and dance necessary to get you there with him. his hips never halted, too needy for the stimulation and far too gone to think of anything other than your shared release.
the familiar feeling of his release filled you up, dragging you down with him in bliss. he licked into your mouth as you moaned his name, groaning at how tight you'd become mid orgasm.
"fuck," he panted, "that was like top ten. i'm sure after like a week of this free use thing we'll have a brand new ranking, though."
you hummed, unsure of his logic, but used to it regardless. he was still inside you, so you weren't really at your full thinking capacity.
"this was the greatest idea you've had yet, babe. my dick's totally gonna fall off from overuse within a week."
probably not, but you weren't one to complain of getting dicked down by your boyfriend. if he wanted to fuck you until his dick stopped working, you were willing to open your legs for him any time he asked for such. and you verbalized this to him as you attempted to catch your breath.
"fuck yeah," was his response, as he went back to kissing at your skin yet again.
dividers by: @/diviniyae
warnings: 18+, smut, fem!reader, implied established relationship, mentions of exhibitionism, mentions of oral and p in v sex, etc.
summary: nsfw alphabet with adam frankenstein
wc: 1.8k
a/n: this might be kind of ooc just by the nature of the concept, but we will ignore that <3
A = Aftercareย (what theyโre like after sex)
adam's hands never once leave your body even in the aftermath. he is insistent on cleaning you up, caressing your skin, petting your hair, and offering you every sort of soft touch after you allow him a taste of your body.
B = Body partย (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerโs)
thanks to you, he began to appreciate his eyes and his lips. he finds those to be some of your favorite parts of his, with his eyes the main receiver of your compliments, and his lips the receiver of yours.
he has no favorite part of you, but he is often drawn to your hands. they always touch him with such reverence, drawing goosebumps from his skin with the basest of touches.
C = Cumย (anything to do with cum, basically)
he cannot allow himself to come on you, feeling unworthy and disrespectful of your precious skin to debase in such a manner. usually, he will pull out or empty himself inside you, something which you both enjoy.
D = Dirty secretย (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
sometimes when the two of you go out to the well, he will sneak peeks to your form without your knowledge. he'll sometimes go into the well with you and fully indulge in your body, though other times he'll offer to guard as you enjoy yourself, still peeking every so often to find your nude shape submerged in the water.
E = Experienceย (how experienced are they? do they know what theyโre doing?)
he has none. he's read multiple books during his short time, so he is somewhat aware of the intricacies of procreation. however, he does not know much of intimacy nor does he have any first-hand experience receiving nor giving such touch. he will, however, learn your tastes quickly, hoping to become a vessel for your pleasure just as you'd easily become his.
F = Favorite positionย (this goes without saying)
he adores you on his lap. he will at first be too timid to touch you too much, but will overtime become accustomed to keeping his hands on your hips and aiding in guiding your movements. his hips will occasionally lose composure and grind up with yours, making you scratch down his chest and for him to purr into your neck.
G = Goofyย (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
at first, he will be incredibly bashful at every touch. if something odd or embarrassing happens, it will remain seethed deep in him and provoke him shame. after a while of being your lover, he will learn to laugh along with you when things don't go exactly as planned. your lighthearted humor will become contagious to him.
H = Hairย (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
he does not grow body hair. he has some hair near his middle, but it genetically does not grow past management. his hair is the only part of his body he must keep well groomed, which you take care of for him.
I = Intimacyย (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
adam is an incredibly intimate man. every touch is worth more than he can verbalize. he loses his breath at every kiss, every trace of your fingers on his skin. he kisses you like it's the last time, and makes love to you like it will kill him if he does not.
J = Jack offย (masturbation headcanon)
he had indulged in such a thing maybe only a handful of times before meeting you. he did not truly understand what he was doing, or why such a feeling arose, but he learned about it in depth thanks to you. now that he has you, he feels no need to ever engage in such acts on his own.
K = Kinkย (one or more of their kinks)
he's unaware that exhibitionism is a thing, but he engages with it very frequently. whether it be him watching you without your awareness to taking you out in the open, he will feel his body become specially affected at such an act.
L = Locationย (favorite places to do the do)
he loves when you take him by the fireplace. it will usually be after a few hours of him reading to you, or you to him. after a while, you will begin scooting closer, showing him some affection that usually escalates into him laid on his back in front of the fire and you perched on his lap, tracing every scar on his body and trailing after your touch with kisses.
M = Motivationย (what turns them on, gets them going)
a single sight to the smallest sliver of your skin gets his own skin itching. his fingers will flex and his breath will catch. he feels ashamed of experiencing such a base feeling, but he learned quickly after meeting you that he just cannot resist you.
N = Noย (something they wouldnโt do, turn offs)
he would never lay ill hand on you. hurting you would be something he'd never do. he'd rather endure the worst of tortures than to ever cause any sort of damage to your person.
O = Oralย (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
adam lives to serve you. he takes care of your every need, ensuring you never go as far as even breaking a sweat. licking your middle is just one of the many things he does for you, though he can gladly say this is his favorite one. he will lick at you with abandon, with your every whine breaking him down little by little. you will have to pull at his hair and beg him to stop before he comes even close to getting his fill.
despite never wanting you to debase yourself for him, adam cannot deny you when you begin kissing at his neck and whispering words that he cannot repeat into his ear. when you begin kissing down his body and finding his manhood, he wishes to deny you, to preserve you from such a thing, but he will never be able to. he allows himself this selfish pleasure, swift as he fills your mouth and drags you back up his body to begin to return the favor.
P = Paceย (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
this will really depend on you. he would match your level of desperation. his carnal need for you is tied to your own. if your movements were slow, he'd match you, softly tracing your skin and aiding you in the slow grind of your hips above him. if you happened to be specially excited that day, however, he'd allow that beast inside him to come out and drag you both down to ecstasy with no mercy to be shown. .
Q = Quickieย (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
adam is fully incapable of having you just to have you. he requires time to map out the entirety of your body, to familiarize himself with every inch you so graciously offer to him. he'd take his time exhausting you both as he took you, memorizing every second spent with your bodies made one.
R = Riskย (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
adam frequently sleeps with you in the forest. the two of you will venture out together to gather berries, to play in a well nearby, to look look at his furry friends that live in the forest. occasionally on these outings, passion will take over and you'll beg he take you right there. and though he'd be aware that the risk of someone venturing out into the forest and finding you, he'll be too taken up by you to ever deny you.
S = Staminaย (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
he has superhuman strength and stamina, which means he can go for twice as long as your body can take. he'll be completely unaware that this is abnormal, but he'd never go past your levels of comfort. the moment you tap out, he'll lay down next to you, a warm feeling in his stomach at the fortune of laying with you.
T = Toysย (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
he's unaware of their existence lol
U = Unfairย (how much they like to tease)
adam does not tease on purpose. at times, he is unaware of the effect of his touch, of his strength. sometimes he'll be helping out around the house, lifting things with minimal effort, picking you up without breaking a sweat, completely unaware of the effect he has on you when he lifts you bridal style over a puddle or when he carries you to bed.
V = Volumeย (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
as much as he wants to muffle his sounds, he is unable to once you get your hands on him. inhuman growls will vibrate through his chest as you touch him, purrs joining in when you kiss at his skin. grunts and groans will endlessly leave his lips as soon as he breaches you, amplifying when your own sounds begin to fill the room.
W = Wild cardย (a random headcanon for the character)
he feels a surge of pride any time a man speaks to you, only to be politely turned down as you walk back into his arms. he'll sometimes accompany you into the village, well disguised and keeping his distance as he awaits for you in some dark corner, watching as you shop. oftentimes, you will be approached, but you will always turn your head to them, looking in the distance and finding him there with a smile. he enjoys your rejection of others, despite the shame he feels at such a base emotion.
X = X-rayย (letโs see whatโs going on under those clothes)
victor made adam well endowed in every aspect, and his manhood is not an exception. his abnormally large height is complimented by his long limbs, big hands, and large manhood. he is unaware of his gift at first, but comes to find out when you ask him for aid in getting yourself ready before he breeches you every time you get intimate.
Y = Yearningย (how high is their sex drive?)
adam needs you every single day. he would never grow reassured enough to actually ask for it every day, but he is always willing to please you. sometimes his mannerisms give him away, however, which means that he gets to have you more often than not.
Z = Zzzย (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
he cannot fall asleep before you do. after you finish, he will clean you up and caress your body softly, run his hands up and down your spine and pat at your hair. he'll remain awake for large portion of the night, but will eventually succumb to sleep, far too safe in your arms to not let his body join in your slumber.
dividers by: @/uzmacchiato
thinking of water nymph reader x adam
im curious. whose content do u follow me for?
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gojo
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frankenstein
jungkook
superman
warnings: smut, 18+, fem!reader, oral (f and m receiving), inexperienced!clark, sixty-nine, etc.
summary: you decide to opt out of traditional sex this time around, opting for trying something a little different with clark.
wc: 1.3k
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you'd been pretty satisfied lately.
it wasn't like you wanted to try every single position known to man, simply cherry picking whatever caught your attention, maybe one or two things you'd tried in the past but simply didn't enjoy as much as you'd seen the potential to.
clark was brand new to this sort of thing. he had experiences before meeting you, but was mostly a reserved guy. his expertise pretty much started and ended at missionary, but your boyfriend was still the best you'd ever had. every and each encounter left you a sweaty mess, with your stamina fully tapped out and him barely breaking a sweat.
when you first suggested some research to have some extra fun in the bedroom, he'd widened his eyes, stammering out that he could do better, that he didn't realize it'd been too repetitive for you. and after about thirty minutes of verbal (and maybe some hands-on) reassurance that you were more than satisfied with your current sex life, he sheepishly agreed to looking at some inspo online so he could fold you like a pretzel (your words, not his).
ever since the beginning of your little experiment, you'd found that yeah, he could reallyyy fuck. and he was an incredibly quick study. most times, he was the one taking on the reigns despite allowing you to fuck yourself on him in any way you wished.
watching him learn and discover how good it could feel to take you in any position that caught your attention during the research phase of your experiment had been one of the most satisfying experiences of your life. he played with your body, found out which ways to twist you in order to get you squeezing around him tight enough to whimper your name various decibels higher than you thought he could go.
and after a number of successful experiments (with zero failures thus far), you decided to try something a little different.
sixty-nine.
it was a basic concept overall, but knowing clark, you knew this was something he never would've tried on his own. it was rare that he ever initiated anything that required for him to be in your mouth. he was too gentlemanly for that โ despite the (very appreciated) hypocrisy of him getting on his knees for you more often than not.
so when you brought it up as the next thing you wanted to try together, his reluctance wasn't unexpected.
"are you sure? i could just- i mean, i love eating you out, but i don't want to, you know ... hurt you."
you giggled at him, shaking your head, "it will hurt me if you don't let me put your dick in my mouth."
groaning, he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, "don't be so crass, baby, golly-"
with a few steps, you were all up in his face, hands finding his shoulders and standing on your tippy toes to try and make yourself a little closer to his height (thankfully he lowered himself down slightly to match your stature himself). with a silly butterfly kiss, you continued to flirt your way into his pants โ which usually worked.
"c'mon, baby. have i ever led you astray?" you accompanied your question with a kiss to his bottom lip, which he responded to in turn.
despite cocking his head to the side in contemplation, he still shook his head as he held you against his body, "can't say you have."
"soooo?"
he matched your grin, trying and failing to hold it back.
"you know it's always a yes, beautiful."
โญโญโญ
after one orgasm โ courtesy of his lengthy fingers โ and a lot of heavy petting, you were happy and ready to take him into your mouth.
you'd felt him under you as you made out, eyes fluttering shut as you took in just how big he felt beneath you. the grunts released into your lips told you just how much he needed this too, but you couldn't speed up the process. not when clark insisted on getting you off first, every single time.
now naked, you crawled your way to his head, stopping before actually settling down on him to lean down for a silly spider-man style kiss. he chuckled, hands coming up to grip at your hips in order to pat at you in encouragement.
"c'mon, pretty. let me have it."
that was all you needed to lower yourself down on his awaiting mouth, stretching your body out to reach his hardened cock and roll it in your hands a few times. it was already slick with pre-cum, but you'd still spit in your hands for good measure.
his hiss of pleasure was almost lost in the sound of his initial licks at your cunt, and you were sure you'd miss out on most his other sounds due to how your cunt muffled him.
there was something, though, about the way he gripped at your hips, the way he mumbled and moaned into your cunt, not once putting a stop to your pleasure. greedily, you let him lick at your hole, taking in all the pleasure while you jerked at his dick.
moaning and crying his name, you finally lowered your head down to engulf his tip in your mouth. closing your lips around it, you kitten-licked at it as you suctioned. you felt an immediate reaction, with him groaning straight into your cunt, somehow managing to pull you even closer as you continued to ride his face.
no words were exchanged, only muffled sounds of bliss and squelching noises that had your skin heating up. the two of you sought out gratification from the other, grinding your hips into the other's mouth, but you were so taken up in making the other feel good, it created an endless loop of pleasure.
his pleasure made your eyes roll back, and yours had him going dizzy. it was the perfect harmony of mutual indulgence.
taking him in deeper, you choked on his length, letting him repeatedly hit the back of your mouth. your reward showed up in the form of pathetic whines landing straight into your pussy, interrupting the flicking of your clit he'd been engaging in to cry out in pleasure. this only encouraged him in return, strong hands reaching up to your ass and pushing you as close as humanly possible as his tongue dug in deep, perfect nose gracing your clit just right as he did so.
he'd mumble out praise in between flicks of his tongue, all muffled, all heavy, but still providing that mind-numbing effect.
"perfect, feel so- oh, gosh so freaking perfect..."
"that's it- shoot, baby-"
"yeah? right there? yeah, gosh, taking it so good ... making me feel so good, beautiful."
when you came, it was with a scream of his name stifled by his length, it was with a jolt of pleasure that ran from your spine, all the way down to the tips of your toes. your body flexed, unknowing of what to do with the bliss vibrating through it.
and when he came, it was with a cry of your name, it was with heavy pants of his breath right against your pussy and with a harsh grip of his hands on your hips as he attempted to bring himself back to reality.
suddenly, you were overcome with this desperate need to taste him, to make him taste himself in an exchange of each other's fluids. you rolled over, crawling back up his body so you could shove your tongue in his mouth and satisfy that one need.
he received your kiss wantonly, engulfing the back of your head with one hand and keeping you there for him to suck at every remaining drop of his essence from your tongue. it was dirty, probably too dirty for clark to engage in in any other circumstance. but the lust was still flowing through his veins, and his brain was still in that fog of desire.
"how was that?" you murmured into the final few kisses.
looking into his eyes, you found nothing behind them. he was still in that perfect post-coital state, grinning at you like he'd won the lottery.
"you're doing a really good job at ruining me for anyone else."
"gladly," you responded with another nudge of his nose, mirroring his blissful smile.
dividers by: @/cursed-carmine
unlovable
warnings: 18+, smut, fem!reader, post-canon, sexism, reader lives alone which makes no sense in the time period but we look past that!, reader has a cat and a brother for plot purposes, 1800s, self-hatred, a lot of worldbuilding, switch of povs, angst with a happy ending!!, accidental voyeurism, masturbation (f), cumming untouched, monster sex, virgin!reader, virgin!adam, p in v sex, dry humping, etc.
summary: after victor's passing, adam finally forgives himself, but continues to be ostracized by society. once again, he ventures out, this time taking on the role of a watchful shadow near a lonely girl's shed, praying to a god he doesn't believe in he can at least keep her safe.
wc: 10.5k
it had taken a few days of endless walking for adam to find his way back to habitable land.
acceptance had been a difficult task to confront throughout his journey, with him unable to truly forgive himself in the way he had promised his creator. forgiveness was something innate he had felt deep within him from the moment of his conception, yet he could not understand how to afford himself such grace.
the wind and storms he fought against on his way to refuge had been nothing but a small nuisance in comparison to his endless internal turmoil. now that victor was gone, adam had truly lost all he had once known. all that remained was a never-ending journey of wandering until he found his next temporary home.
it came sooner than expected. four days, five nights, and adam had found what he believed to appear like a familiar sight.
the small cottage, secluded from all else, looked eerily similar to one he had once called home. it brought horrid memories, made him retract to himself as his heavy steps towards it continued.
despite his better judgment, he continued his path. his body ached for rest. it had not known peace for moths, not as it continued chasing after his creator, not after it delivered torturous harm to victor in his aim to make him listen. it had been months since he'd last laid to rest, surviving on minimal rations of food and attempting to overcome the frigid weather.
he did not allow himself to ponder on the consequences of his presence. he entered the empty shed next to the cottage, extracted heart pounding as if it were his own as he walked in, steps familiar to those he'd taken right before meeting his first friend.
thoughts of the old man plagued him as he left the warmth consume him. his tired limbs dropped down, body laid in defeat inside the empty refuge as emotions began to overtake him. he patted his head in an attempt to comfort himself, traced his own cheeks in a similar fashion as to how elizabeth had done, but none of it brought him true peace.
emotionally hurt and physically maimed, adam allowed sleep to overtake him. fear was not something he truly knew, โ not from others, only towards himself โ so the ability to mind any possible dangers that could've been near had left him long ago. he hadn't bothered to check for inhabitants of the cottage, nor had he truly minded if he awoke to a shriek and yet another attempt on his life. he hoped the next one would be the decisive one, but let his eyes fall shut knowing that would not be the case.
-
slight commotion arose him early in the next morning. his ears had grown attuned to the smallest of noises, his body usually able to travel whilst he avoided creating these noises on his own. his steps fell silent, unlike those of the owner of the cottage.
from his secluded corner in the shed, he had no view of whoever was on the other side of the wall that connected the two structures. the low sound of their steps didn't tell him enough, didn't inform him of the sort of reaction he'd get if he were to make his presence known.
from his limited experiences, he'd come to know that men had a more brusque reaction to his existence, often opting to attack and attempt on his life. women, on the other hand, usually shrieked in terror, terrified of what the monster might do to them.
even the reminder was enough to make him shiver. despite growing used to such treatment, it never became easier. the loneliness slowly ate up at him, amplified now that he knew that every person he ever esteemed was gone from this earth; each being somehow at his own hand.
his thoughts were interrupted by the sudden knock of a wooden door, followed by a few harsher steps and the consequent screech of hinges. he rushed to the door of his refuge, peeking through the small opening that allowed him view of the entrance of the cottage. it was a reminiscent act.
there, he was met with the back of a body. a male, victor's age, or perhaps a little older based on the limited view he had of his side profile.
but the man was of little consequence to adam. it was the person standing before him that caught his attention, that caused his breath to catch and his mouth to open in a silent gasp.
it was a woman. her body was adorned with a dress, one of lesser quality than those he recalled seeing elizabeth don. even from the small distance, her hair appeared soft, as did her skin. he could feel the texture of her touch even as he grew unfamiliar with human contact in general. he found himself reminiscing on the feeling, aching for it without meaning to.
there was an immediate effect in seeing you, in seeing the worry in your eyes. there was fear in them too, as you looked to the strange man who'd come knocking on your door. it caused an immediate reaction in adam. it pained him to see it, made him want to remedy it, created that monstrous feeling inside him he had let fester upon his wish to take revenge against his creator.
that same rage had died as soon as he'd forgiven his maker, ultimately forgiving himself too.
but that look in your eyes, it brought it back.
"why must you chase me into my home to bother me so?" were the first words adam ever heard from you.
there was a desperate whisper in your words. he wanted to hear more, but wished for the distress to leave your tone.
"it's early in the morning, it's most improper for you to be here-" you continued, interrupted.
the man took a confident step forward as he spoke, your flinch at his proximity either going unnoticed by him, or simply uncared for. his voice carried a similar air to confidence as did his demeanor. adam was unfamiliar with such a feeling.
"you must know all forms of impropriety, must you not? living alone, nearing the age of a spinster, hiding out from proper society," he began, voice a bark as he went on, "the village speaks of your impropriety, of the malice you must carry chasing away your one and every suitor. you should consider yourself lucky i remain one of the last willing to conform with your sinking stature in society."
suitor.
adam had heard of such a term a few times before. the various books he'd read during that winter spent with the old man had spoken of romances, as he'd called them โ they delved into these ideas.
spinsters, suitors, courtship. the terms ranged from unfamiliar to not, but somehow he still understood. society had levels, standards to be upheld. he understood his place in society, finding himself alone at its best hidden corner.
but you? a lonesome woman, carrying beauty as you did, it made no sense to adam that you'd receive such tactless treatment from this unknown man. and against all prior experience, he found himself immediately understanding why you'd chase away suitors such as this one. victor didn't deserve elizabeth in the same manner that this man didn't deserve you.
you lived alone, he understood by then. your separation from society was a personal choice, as stated by the man. adam had a hard time understanding why one would wish to condemn themselves to loneliness. it'd haunted him from the day of his conception, promising him a life of secluded misery. but he did not dare judge you, not when your peace was disrupted in the way he was currently witnessing.
you cleared your throat, hands gripping at your door, keeping it from fully opening in some form of defense against outside dangers. adam wished to rid you of this danger, be it a man, a wolf, a monster such as himself.
"i do not wish to marry a man in search for the hefty dowry my brother intends to settle. i will live alone until i find a suitor who may carry the burden of life with me, not one who may add to it. i ask you to leave me to my recluse state," you mustered out.
though your voice wavered slightly, adam sat in awe at the commanding tone your voice had taken. this was a choice. your loneliness was the result of undeserving company. this, he could understand. it sparked a hope inside him, one ridiculous and dim, that perhaps he could be worthy to keep you company.
he clenched his fist and lightly tapped it against his temple upon the mere thought. such things were not meant for him. he was not supposed to allow his imagination to take him there.
the man scoffed, making adam frown. he did not want things to escalate. he'd be forced to act, to ensure your safety while giving himself away. he'd be recreating painful memories in the name of a woman he'd only just met. one that had no awareness of his existence (and was better off as is).
"you wench-" he huffed, "i will only hold so much patience for your insolence! your good breeding will only bend a man so much! i will give you until the end of the season, or you shall meet the consequences!"
there was a slight feeling to his words that struck adam. the threats, the lack of understanding. it brought him back to his every engagement with his maker. it made him recoil in your name while also causing that fury burning in him to grow.
upon his last words, the man marched away, huffing as he left you standing there, eyes wide and breath heavier than it'd been upon first opening your door. adam disliked the deterioration in your demeanor.
when you closed the door, you sighed and went further into your home, causing adam to silently chase after you from within the cottage. he crawled akin to the creature that he was and followed the sound of your movements through the wall. he was fortunate to find various ridges along the walls that allowed him a view upon your person.
there, he was met with your form as you walked further inside. you looked crestfallen, peace disturbed and demeanor low.
suddenly, a small figure jumped down from a surface out of adam's view. it crawled on all fours, heading in your direction. despite its sudden appearance startling adam, it looked inoffensive enough to not spark worry in him.
"god, it- i cannot believe he followed me here, kitty! this place grows less and less safe with the passing of days," you spoke to the creature, not pausing as you if you expected no response, "perhaps the presence of a man would help. i continue to struggle to cut the wood that keeps us warm- and the wolves will begin their return as winter rolls around. the men may also stop coming around if i take in a suitor of my own, but," you rambled, suddenly passing and letting your body slump back on a wooden chair, "there is no kind soul in that village who i could possibly gift myself to."
the critter looked to you quizzically, emitting a soft sound that formed a smile on your face.
"you are right, kitty. the one will come. i just need to keep us afloat in the meantime."
the critter made its sound once more, drawing a laugh out of you. it made adam's heart stutter.
foolishly, he caught himself drawn to you. his affections immediately grew, heart soaring for your lamentations, aching to remedy each and every one.
from that day on, adam selfishly remained hidden in your emptied shed. the circumstance made his heart ache, far too similar to the days in which he cared for the old man and his family. the aftermath of such events drew a saddened sigh out of him.
but, even then, he could not bring himself to put his feelings above yours.
you were his to care for, he'd decided. he'd be selfish. he'd aid you without your knowledge, foolishly hoping that one day he could provide you with the same protections a suitor would.
with the passing of weeks, you felt his presence.
at the beginning, you were unsure as to the source of the sudden aid in your daily life. small tasks were completed before you could even ponder in taking charge.
the wood was consistently cut and laid upon your doorstep, your cow thoroughly milked, eggs from your chickens gathered, wolves out of sight.
and, somehow, visits from suitors had seized for the time being.
on your occasional voyages to the village, you'd continue to receive attention from the men seeking your hand. your brother allowed you to look past them, to stay in the small manor isolated from all other society as you awaited for a suitor of your liking. you were lucky in that regard, but the incessant proposals did unnerve you any time you made your way back to society.
it had, however, been a while since that particular nuisance had followed you back home.
whispers of a strange presence began to circulate shortly after the various improvements to your life mysteriously arrived. you didn't care for town gossip (as it pertained to your person on occasion), but this in particular had caught your attention.
the tale told of a lumberjack. a hunter, maybe? or perhaps a lonely traveler. it spoke of the trails of dead wolves, the series of chopped down trees and sudden lack of fish in the pond near the village โ at this, you recalled the basket made of twigs you'd found outside of your home full of fish, the lack of wolves, the perfectly chopped wood.
it was after that you truly noticed him; a shadow tethering around the edges of your brother's secluded property.
nary a soul wandered about these parts, with you being its sole inhabitant.
you'd awoken one early morning before the sun had risen. and when you wandered inside your home, you'd found yourself at your window, peeking out and finding a peculiar sight in the near distance.
a large figure covered by various layers of mismatched hide sulked around, chopping wood from trees a few meters off your land. the distance, combined with his face coverings, did not allow you a proper look at your mysterious angel, but you did not need a better look to become enamored by him.
you watched from afar for a small while, saw him go from task to task without as much as breaking a sweat. he gathered water from a well, picked berries, collected wood, somehow managed to milk your stubborn cows, ultimately dropping off every collected item just near enough to your home that there'd be no confusion as to who the collection was meant for.
the figure was big, overwhelmingly so. his brown locks covered the small amount of freed skin upon his face, keeping his eyes mostly out of sight. but in the few instances you managed to catch a glimpse, you couldn't bring yourself to look away.
there was a peculiar shine to one of his eyes, glowing in the same manner kitty's did late into the night. but even this strange feature did not deter you. his heart shone through his actions, his demeanor decided yet dejected. it made you ache inside. you wanted nothing more but to lure him into your home, to take him in and show him your gratitude in whichever manner felt proper upon having him in your vicinity.
his acts of kindness were acted upon with a selfless nature. there was no way for you to catch onto who took such good care of you, resulting in his work going thankless. it made your heart soar, made you ache to open your home to him and make him your official caretaker; to care for him in return.
you felt shame burn through you then.
it was entirely improper how you felt towards the unknown man. you did not know him from adam. but even then, the feelings flowering within you were there. no man, no being had ever cared for you in such a way. your parents, long gone, did not respect you enough to give you independence (which, unfairly, most ladies did not possess). your brother, although he allowed your liberty in the small abode secluded from society, did not show much care past that. the many suitors chasing after you held no respect for you, guided by a mixture of lust and a greed for your dowry.
this man, however, did not know you. he was a recluse, maybe even more so than you. he aided you, expecting no thanks in return. your every fear of danger had alleviated solely due to him. you felt a greed towards him that you never had before.
that emptiness within you dissolved with the passing days. ever since that first day you'd spotted him from a distance, you'd fallen for him. he was the wholeness you'd been aching for ever since fleeing the nuisances proper society provided you with.
you did not wish to scare him away, unknowing of the proper manner in which to approach his person. but you could not take any risks.
his demeanor alone told you about his past wounds. he carried himself guarded, body slumped over in needless shame, shy approach to friendship as he kept himself hidden from you.
what had broken you the most had been an instance mere days ago.
you'd taken up to watching him through your window, โ only allowing yourself a few minutes in order to conceal your knowledge of him lest you scare him away โ cooing at the way he'd approach your cows, how he'd occasionally have a trail of bunnies or rodents following him around.
it was during one of these early mornings that he'd accidentally knocked over a pole near your corral. his flinch broke your heart, the small, almost inaudible whimper leaving his lips destroyed your insides. the hurry in which he went to fix his error made you itch to run to him, to assure him that an accident was not deserving of his broken up demeanor, that he'd saved you every single day and that he could undo it all and you'd still take him into the warmth of your home.
but you remained inside, fighting with yourself about how you could approach such a delicate creature without scaring him away.
you wished to hear of every hurt he'd been through during his days alone, aching to remedy the furrow of his brow, to annihilate every aggressor he'd met in his life.
adam was ashamed.
weeks upon weeks, he'd remained in your shed, a consistent shadow in your life.
although your lonesome life was quieter than what he'd grown accustomed to while watching over the old man's family, he enjoyed the company you unknowingly offered him. your one-sided conversations with your cat (a creature he had only then become familiar with) proved to be all the interaction he needed. he listened intently, hanging onto your every word and finding a smile forming on his face at your mere voice.
his immediate infatuation with you worried him at first, made him bow down in shame and occasionally deny himself the ability to see you by venturing into the woods after finishing the tasks he'd been taking up to aid you.
adam took care of your every duty, tricking himself into thinking that he'd become the man you'd hoped to find many moons ago. he kept you warm and safe, warding off the men who chased after you by laying the lifeless bodies of the wolves he'd killed along the path to your secluded home.
you rarely went into the village, which allowed adam to keep you all to himself. he was unsure of the reason why you secluded yourself as such while also expressing your loneliness to your furry companion day after day. but adam could not bring himself to complain. it only meant he could live in his wicked fantasy a little longer.
in his mind, you were his. he'd never let you in on his acts of kindness, continuing to keep himself hidden from you as he aided you in the shadows. he kept you safe from outside dangers and from the ugliness found in his person.
he feared for a meeting between you. there had been a limited amount of people who'd ever shown him kindness, with each and every last one having fallen to their demise due to his carelessness.
despite elizabeth's affectionate eyes, the old man's friendship, and victor's remorse, adam still saw himself as an offense to humanity. every other being he'd come across had ensured to reassure him of this fact. he could only convince himself that you'd feel the same.
but even then, he was selfish.
selfishly, he ensured you remained his, all while fostering that senseless hope that you'd offer him the warmth he dreamed of every time he'd see you through the walls of your homely abode.
his shame reached a crescendo sometime over a month into his stay in your shed.
a lone creak along the wall allowed his eyes to tend to you as you slept. he denied himself of this sight more nights than not. it felt disrespectful, a disruption in the privacy you so desired. he felt dirty and intrusive.
still, he allowed himself such a view on occasion.
tonight had been different than most other nights.
he watched over you, pleased in the sight of your preparations for your deserved slumber. you'd pat at your cat, causing adam to do the same in hopes of mimicking the feeling. you'd kiss it and nuzzle against it, making him ache for the same treatment. and lastly, you'd huddle under your warm covers, bed large enough for a companion, but remaining halfway empty.
but instead of your usual routine, instead of laying your head to rest on your warm pillow, you scoot back, sitting back against your bedframe.
adam could see the expanse of your room, with the shed allowing him a view of your living room and bedroom depending on where in the shed he squatted. he'd usually follow your movements throughout the day, allowing you more privacy whenever you'd remain in your personal quarters.
from where he sat, he had direct view of the side of your bed, of the expanse of your body as you laid to rest. you'd usually face in his direction as you slept; one of the only proofs he had of a god providing him with at least the smallest of joys.
beneath the covers, your hand traveled, the back of your head tipping back against your bed frame. ruffles could be heard, making adam tilt his head in curiosity.
when your breath caught, chest going up and down with a heavy breath, adam began to worry. were you in pain? was something causing you agony? his heart picked up, nervous he would be witness to some malady and be unable to help you, lest he worsen the situation.
a sound left you then. it was soft, delicate. it made his breath catch in his throat, his intake of oxygen halt. adam could not comprehend what was happening under the sheets, the view hidden from him beneath your bedding, but he realized then that it was not pain.
the sounds continued, each more enticing than the last. adam's body reacted without his permission, goosebumps forming along his skin, mouth agape as he continued to watch. the shame in him grew beyond its bounds, but his body was overcome with an unfamiliar warmth forming just south of his chest.
he worried his body was defective, what with the way it had come to be. but then he continued to look at you, realizing that the sounds leaving your lips were the result of your actions against your pelvis โ the same region of his body that was burning at that moment.
the sight was captivating, driving madness within him, but he could not understand why. it created a conflicting feeling in him. it was a mixture of shame and greed. he felt he must be punished for such emotions.
he'd seen husband and wife engage one another in the bedroom, knew somewhat of the steps of courtship, of the human need for companionship. but this was incomprehensible.
the husband and wife in the old man's shed. he'd seen them make these sounds, he'd seen them lose themselves under the sheets, ashamed as he witnessed it and bowing down in shame. he'd looked away after that, keeping away from that room whenever those tell tale signs would present themselves.
but you were alone. you made those sounds, you lost yourself under the sheets, but you had no companion. there was no husband receiving the gift of procreation from you. you were not a wife gifting it to someone. adam could not understand.
you wept, cries mixed with breathless sighs as your body contorted against your mattress. he felt his anatomy engage with you even without your touch. he felt those same sounds threatening to escape him. it all burned, begging for relief.
could it be that he was the husband? were you the wife, causing this effect on him even without your own awareness?
he wanted to ask you. to march into that room and ease those cries, to make them louder, to direct them at him. he couldn't bring himself to ease his own ache, undeserving of the effect you had on him. but he could feed the desire he had to accomplish your pleasure.
it reached a crescendo after some moments. it drove him to an edge that had been unknown until that moment. he felt his middle tense before reaching a peak, calming down again after a few moments. there was warmth pooling at him, staining his dirty clothes even further.
the shame remained there, but he managed to push it aside as he watched the heaving of your chest come to a halt. he hated himself, but loved the fluttering of your eyes as you finally reached slumber once more.
he remained there, loathing his existence, becoming enemies with the way in which he'd tainted you without your knowledge.
but sleep took over him then too.
-
your feelings remained unpredictable, and quite frankly, mortifying.
madness tugged at you, making you seek out the mysterious man more often than reasonable. you'd become well acquainted with his schedule, watching him from afar every early morning as he'd get up.
his mere figure in the distance made warmth pool within you. the muted grunts you would occasionally hear when he'd take on a particularly hefty task left you breathless. you ached to run your hands through his hair, to drag him to the well and bathe him, to do things respectable women were too ashamed of to even imagine.
you'd come to find you weren't a respectable woman. it had been reiterated countless times throughout your life, sometimes delivered in screams provided by your parents, other times in hushed whispers along a village that had all but ostracized you.
but now you had a companion. the whispers of the unknown did not matter any longer. there was one who was meant for you, waiting for you to take him in, to overcome the fear and make him your own.
or perhaps that was a fear for him to overcome.
you'd found traces of him at your shed.
it was mostly abandoned, not being of any use of you as the spacious abode housed you and your cat well enough. but when you'd come to the realization of the refuge he'd been taking in there, you thanked any power above for its existence.
from then on, you could only assume that he kept close watch over you. you'd found creaks along the walls, tracing them with your fingers, now aware that this was how he knew and predicted your every need, never once disturbing you as he fulfilled duties that brought no benefit to him.
it should've terrified you, but in only drew you in further.
and, unable to help yourself, your body responded to his presence.
it was shameful, an act that required rightful reprimand. but as you touched yourself, hoping he found himself on the other side of that wall, you reached your end with thoughts of him in your mind.
that long hair, those dark, mismatched eyes. they were enough to drive your imagination afloat.
you imagined those deep, animalistic groans directed at you. you pictured that large frame hovering over you. you thought of the calloused feel of his hands along your soft skin. and as your body responded, you fell into deep slumber, only to see him again in your dreams.
adam could not bring himself to stay away even after that shameful night. he could not keep himself away from you even if he tried.
he'd grown selfish as time passed. he sought atonement with life, but only found himself under your unknowing watch. perhaps you were the reward for his long journey of forgiveness for his maker. or perhaps you'd end up his ruin.
the winter days arrived quicker than expected, gifting adam with even more tasks to partake in around your cottage. this, he did not mind. it gave him a sense of purpose. taking care of you had become his lifeline.
but then arrived the snow storms.
staying hidden in your abandoned shed had proved to be a challenge. two months had passed, and he was yet to be discovered. you'd expressed no hint of knowledge as to his presence, only occasionally ranting to your cat about how happy you'd been these past few months, how safe you felt.
he worried you would come to know of him, well aware that you noticed his every task, but grateful for your lack of acknowledgement. he ached for your praise, but feared your contact.
the snow storms made it more difficult to remain in that empty shed. the cold began to get to him, the snow piling up and accumulating at the small opening of the shed, making the frigid weather enter the small space.
the large wooden doors fought against the wind, a losing battle that rattled the hinges and created an awful noise that filled adam with dread. were they to come loose, you'd awaken and run to the shed. the imminent danger of his discovery clawed at him.
he pondered the possibilities. the thought of running off into the storm made him flinch. he'd spent countless nights running from the cold, finally finding a peaceful refuge in your shed. the reminiscent pain of frostbite, however temporary, prevented him from taking this path.
but your discovery of him would destroy the fantasy he'd created for himself. it would break the soulful bond he'd convinced himself he needed to protect.
the decision was made for him as the wind continued to pick up.
the slamming of the wooden doors became too much, and he was not afforded enough time to check whether you remained asleep before the doors opened with a hard thrust against the wall, the sudden movement aided by the strength of the wind.
suddenly, your familiar figure appeared on the other side of those doors, donning your usual sleeping gown and wearing a worried expression on your face. the shock he expected was absent, as you looked to him as if you had been expecting his presence.
"come! it's much too cold. you will freeze to death, please come," you pleaded as you held onto the door, a sturdy surface to ensure the wind didn't waver your stance.
but even with the strong winds, you stretched a hand out to him, eyebrows furrowed with worry and eyes filled with hope he'd take your hand. he couldn't believe it was happening, fully convinced the cold had gotten to him, that he'd fallen into deep slumber after succumbing to the frigid weather.
still, he took some shy steps, allowing his hand to interlock with yours as your thumb ran through his dry knuckles. you guided him the short meters between your door and the shed, letting the wind slam your door shut after your entrance.
the homely ambience inside your humble abode was just as he'd imagined. the lights were warm and the internal climate felt like a pleasant embrace. adam could have dropped to his knees at your mercy.
adam could not grow too comfortable, however. he couldn't bring himself to accept that this was happening. his fear of your anger, of your fright, it was all too strong.
remaining stagnant by the door, he stood there, hands at his sides, itching to hold onto something for peace of mind. his form was slouched, his head downcast so his mane could hide the small amount of skin that remained uncovered on his face. his face coverings were still intact, as were the various layers of fur covering his body. but he still felt shame that you may see his eyes โ those of a beast, those of a killer.
you walked straight inside, throwing one of the many pieces of wood adam had left at your doorstep into the fire and mending to it a bit. adam simply watched, ready for you to turn around and demand he take his leave as soon as the storm calms down.
when you turned around, you did so slowly. your eyes were downcast, not meeting his. your hands played with one another in front of your gown, bunching at a piece of fabric as you looked down at the floor. two light steps were taken towards him, causing him to swallow.
you cleared your throat, voice wavering slightly, "should you like a warm drink? you must be freezing."
his eyes met yours, breath bated as he looked to see if he had heard you correctly. he remained silent, looking down once more instead of responding.
"i'm sorry ... did i frighten you by storming in so hastily?" you murmured, "i apologize. it was not my intention. please- be comfortable. you are more than welcome to be here. the storm made me worried for your safety."
as you spoke, you walked further inside, not minding adam's stagnant stance by the door. the howls of winter could still be heard from outside, but that appeared to be the least of your concerns.
even with no answer from him, you stepped into your small kitchen, โ an unfamiliar area of your house he had no way of viewing from his place in the shed โ pouring some milk into a cauldron before settling it on a surface atop the fire. in your hands you held two identical mugs, making his heart skip a beat at the thought that one of them could possibly be for him.
he remained quiet, guilt drawing within him at the way in which your demeanor continued to mimic his silence. there were no words he felt were safe, so the decision to say none was made.
he could see you hesitate as you finished warming up the milk, slowly approaching him with an outstretched hand that held a warm mug. a bashful nod from you was enough to make him take the small weight off your hand.
again, you hesitated before speaking, but you offered him a small smile as you do so. it is hard for him to focus with you so close, with all that has occurred in the past ten minutes since you rescued him from the frigidness of your shed.
"i know you," you began, tone unsure. you set your cup down to gesticulate with your hands, "you are the man who has taken care of me for months, are you not? the one who resides in my shed," adam could not help but flinch slightly at this, breath catching, heart pounding, "i do not mean to be intrusive or accusatory in my observation!" you lifted your hands in surrender, "i just- i mean to express my gratitude to you, kind sir. i ... i have tried to make prior contact, but i grew too fearful of causing a fright and drawing you away. i also feel immense guilt at allowing you to aid me so โ without me ever offering anything in return."
adam stood there, unknowing of what to do. it dawned on him as you spoke. he'd been aware that his presence had been suspected, but had not realized that you were so acutely aware of his proximity. he had deluded himself into believing his haunting presence had been a well-kept secret, that you lived unaware of his residency in your property.
with his silence, you continued, offering him the expression of what he believed to be shame. as you spoke, you took a few more steps, causing him to take a step back and for his back to meet the door behind him.
"kind sir, please ... i wish to repay you for your aid. i ... i know you have watched me through those walls- that you have wandered along the edge of my refuge, wishing for my lack of knowledge-"
the sudden exposure of his heinous acts was too much for adam to take. he could not process your words any longer.
his fingers flexed, itching to wrangle at something to calm his nerves. his skin burned, all while goosebumps formed. his hair stood, his eyes ached. everything was over once again. you had the naive decency to allow him to stay while the harsh storm made its way past your home, too good, too sweet for him to comprehend. but he knew that this was it. his false hopes for something more, for ownership of your heart and a gift of his in return, it was all finished.
without realizing it, the mug tumbled from his fingers, crashing down on the wooden floor and causing him to flinch. his long arms went to cover his face as his back tumbled against the door in an attempt to protect himself. a whimper left his lips, eyes shut in preparation for the punishment to his careless behavior.
but the scream never came. neither did the blow.
instead, your voice halted, and a feather-light weight landed on his arm, touch so light and soft that it was practically non-existent.
he turned his face then, lowering his arms, going back to his tall stance as his confused eyes searched for yours.
in you, he found deep sadness. it rivaled that of his own.
mouth agape, you sniffled once before swallowing. now with a moistened throat, you spoke again, this time with an even softer tone of voice.
"who hurt you?" you whispered.
it made his breath catch yet again. specially so when your hand went up to feel at his skin through the coverings that remained on his face.
without a word, your thimble fingers went to softly pull at it, eyes swimming back and forth between the space covering his mouth and his uncovered eyes. your gaze plead for permission, and he could not muster it in himself to not grant it.
once you uncovered him, he closed his eyes, bowing his head down in shame. but this only made you cup his cheek and and nudge him into looking into your eyes once more. your other hand traced at the various scars occupying his face. he felt ashamed you had to see him.
"oh ... you carry sadness in your eyes. were you hurt?" you breathed out.
your eyes were heavy, focused on his lips for a moment too long. it caused for adam's heartbeat to pick up. by the time your eyes trailed back up to his, he was already beyond affected.
your warm fingertips continued to softly trace at his skin, eyes not once showing any trace of disgust or fear at the sight of him. there was affection in you he had not met since the loss of elizabeth. and there was something more he was incapable of understanding.
"please- i ache to hear your voice. you are safe here, my protector. i will not let harm find you," you promised.
mustering out all the courage in his form, adam chocked out a response, fearful that the naturally scornful tone of his voice would not betray your kindness.
"i ... i am not hurt."
your eyebrows curled, a small smile forming in your lips. he felt your hands cup at his cheeks, thumbs caressing at his skin, ignoring any scar in their path.
"oh ... your voice. i have dreamt of your voice for endless nights," you sighed, "and your name, sir? please. i ache to know."
he hesitated, but responded, demeanor still slightly dejected, "adam."
when you responded with yours, he felt at ease. it was as beautiful as your form. he wanted to sound it out, and could not help himself in doing so. your response was the dulcette sound of a giggle, which caused adam's lips to slightly twitch into half a smile.
adam could not believe his ears. his surroundings were a blur, the storm outside fully forgotten. he ached to touch you, to have his hands reach out and engulf you in his hold. your every touch provoked this greed within him that had been born the moment he'd laid eyes on you. the shame continued to be there, but every word from your lips alleviated such feeling.
his wretched acts came flooding back then. every moment spent watching you without permission, the nights in which he dreamt of you, insulting your soul by attaching it to his own. he remembered that night in which he betrayed your intimacy, loathing himself for the disrespect he'd laid upon you.
you'd inferred your knowledge of his actions, but he was certain you knew not of the extent of his delusions about you.
"i have insulted you," he began, shameful. he began to part from your touch, but you did not budge, drawing a confused grunt from him, "i have overstayed my welcome. do not allow me to aid in your discomfort any longer-"
"you confuse my worry for disdain, sir," you began, hands trailing down from his face to the length of arms, grasping onto his glove-less hands and bringing them up to your own cheek. adam shudders at this, "there is nothing i wish for more than your company. any affection you may feel towards me, i return tenfold. you, my savior ..." you paused, eyes drawing away in bashfulness, "you have earned my heart," at this, you brought one of his hands to your lips, kissing the cold knuckles softly, "you have earned my soul- every part of me is yours. please tell me you share my affections."
adam could not think, could not speak. this cruel joke stole his breath. you looked to him with eyes he was unfamiliar with. with a warmth he could not understand.
yet he knew this could be nothing more than a cruel joke. he held his breath, unable to respond as you continued to stare up at him with that same unfamiliar affection in your gaze. his hands remained warm due to the soft kisses you'd continued to press against his broken skin.
unaware of how to respond, he stayed silent, breath bated and lips agape. he did not know his silence would cause further acknowledgement from you, but even if he had, he would not have been prepared for what you did in response.
slowly, you guided his arms to your hips, your own settling on his shoulders before leaning up. your face came close to his, breath intermingling with his own for a mere few seconds before the distance was closed.
his lips, already open, received yours. he remained still, not reciprocating, as he did not know what to do. everything stood still as your lips engaged with his stilled ones, as the softness of yours intermingled with the rough touch of his.
and then you made that sound again. that same sound from that night. the one that made him discover an entirely new aspect of humanity he did not feel worthy of ever experiencing.
the mere memory of that night made him flush. it had him closing his lips against yours, following the rhythm of your own as best as he could. his arms, which you had rested on your hips, trailed up to your back, remaining flat there as he pressed you against him. he received a pleased noise from you in return. he made of his own in response.
your hands reached his hair, fingers interlocking with it as your lips continued their battle against his. adam was left at your mercy, breathless in his attempt to return your every affection. his body burned in the same way it had that night.
"oh, adam..." you sighed into his lips, the grip of your hands on his hair still soft, but wanting.
upon further opening his lips, your tongue suddenly sought entrance into his mouth, causing a gasp to escape him. it searched for his own, tangling with it and drawing it out to intertwine. adam knew not how to kiss you like this, but he ached for you, and so he allowed you to teach him.
every touch of lips, every wet flick of tongues, it drove adam to madness. his palms ran up and down your back, small yet animalistic grunts leaving his lips when you'd tease at his tongue, when you'd trace at his lips with your teeth.
when you pulled away, he found himself out of breath, but still seeking out more. he wished for no distance between your bodies ever again. the need to keep you attached to him grew animalistically.
against his lips, you remained, breathing heavily into them. your eyes grew heavy, filled with what he believed to be lust. this was also unfamiliar to him, incomprehensible that you'd feel such a thing for a beast like himself.
you were out of breath as you spoke again, but you refused to create distance between your bodies. your chest remained pressed to his, uncaring of the juxtaposition between your soft sleeping gown and the endless layers of rough hide he wore.
"allow me- i must bed you," you rasped out. there was desperation in your voice, "i have saved myself for my beloved ... and that is you, adam. i am certain of it."
the bewildered look in your eyes penetrated deep within him. the madness inside him only grew, that monster begging that he allow himself the pleasures of the flesh โ those same pleasures he'd only become acquainted with due to your proximity.
but he could not allow it. you knew not of the monstrosity hiding behind the drapes around his body. seeing his disfigured face may have not disturbed you, but had you known his past, his origin, the every other detail of his body composed of a charnel house, you would have decreed him the monster that he was.
any other suitor of yours could provide you with your deserved future. he would remain a monster, a waif to society. you'd live a recluse due to him; attached to a man who was not truly a man.
he could not take the gift of your virtue away โ the gift he'd heard of in the endless novels he'd read to the wise old man; his friend, โ not under false pretenses, not under any circumstance.
"i cannot allow this," he pulled away slightly, "you do not want me. what you see, โ this scarred face, this broken exterior โ it plagues my entire being. my body, my skin, my soul. it is all made of endless decay, my creator ensured as much. i will not oblige you to engage with such a monster."
his tone was gruff, serious. he hoped not to scare you, but perhaps that's what would be necessary in order to ward you away.
still, he could not bring himself to separate his arms from your hold. not when yours remained on him.
you shook your head, eyebrows furrowed and expression determined. a look of offense took over your features. your hands made their path down his chest, fingers trailing their way to the lapels of his fur, slowly disrobing him of it. layer after layer, he allowed you to disrobe, ashamed, yet unable to deny himself of your touch.
once he remained in his sole trousers, your eyes wandered down to the expanse of his chest. your fingers, curious, trailed his every scar, finding the various discolorations contouring his body and expressing nothing but awe.
leaning in close, you pressed a kiss to his chest, trailing slow pecks towards his heart. he knew well of the heightened speed of his heart. it was its natural reaction to your affections.
"you speak of a monster, yet i see no such thing," you spoke, "you speak of a scarred face, a broken body, yet i care not for such thing. what i see is the most uniquely beautiful creature i have ever beheld," your voice was decisive, with some fury hidden behind it, "i mean no offense, but your creator is a fool to hold such beliefs."
he couldn't help the small smile forming on his lips after that.
"was," he found himself correcting, but the ghost of a smile was still on his lips.
you smiled back at him, hands still absentmindedly tracing his skin, "i apologize."
he shook his head to himself, head bowing down yet again, "no, i apologize- i must-"
"you must kiss me again," you interrupted.
"i ... i cannot allow you to-"
"i beg of you, adam," you whispered out, "i ache for my protector, for my beloved," you sighed out, nosing his chin as your lips approached his once more, "take me out of my misery and allow me to gift myself to you. allow us to be forever bonded."
adam shared very few of the characteristics of men, and weakness appeared to be one of them, as he could not find it within himself to deny you. his body ached for you, as did his soul. your eyes, your words, they spoke truth. his soul was already intertwined with yours, drawn in from your very first meeting.
he could not deny your pleas, could not deny himself of your soul that ached for his as much as his ached for yours.
again, you kissed him, this time driven by a passion adam had grown convinced he would never experience. you begged for him to touch you in between kisses, practically weeping for his touch. and as hesitant as he was to enjoy the contours of your ruinous form, he let his hands wander along the length of your back, allowed them to lay at your waist and hips.
you blindly walked him to your bed, lips never once disconnecting as you sat him down before settling on his lap. he welcomed you, still slightly unnerved and unsure of himself, but fully desirous of your connection.
the bed was wide enough for a companion, making his heart ache at the possibility of him being the desired one. the comfort provided by the bed could not compare to the weight of your form on his lap. his hands remained shy and closed off, but they'd gotten use to the feel of your hips under them.
"oh, god, this is most improper. but i cannot help improprieties around you," you chuckled, breathless, "i hope you do not deem me a harlot. i have waited for your arrival for weeks. i've shamefully hoped for you to walk through my door and take me as yours," you continued, your caresses never once seizing, his chest and shoulders well cared for by your soft touch, "i've nothing under my nightgown. no bodice, no corset. it is very scandalous, i know. but i cannot help myself with you, adam. i knew from the moment i saw you from afar, from the moment i took note of your affections, that i'd lose all manner of composure upon having you in my arms."
his trousers were guided off as you spoke, leaving him in the mere rags that covered his center. he found no shame in your view of his body, too enthralled by your lust-filled words. he felt himself blush, felt the blood draw to his middle, causing him to continue to harden.
these were brand new sensations, discovered due to your touch, due to the words you directed his way.
looking down at him, you sighed contently, tracing his skin and drawing goosebumps along your wake.
"oh, adam ... your body is perfection. every inch shall be mine, or i shall die dissatisfied."
it was spoken like a promise, sealed with a kiss and a sudden pressure of your hips on his.
it was an unparalleled sensation.
he'd felt the burning pooling at his center when he had watched you lose yourself in between your sheets, but he had denied himself of any act to remedy the feeling. and now- now you gave him relief.
he was unaware his body could feel such a thing. the rubbing of your bodies together, it created this animalistic greed in him. he wanted to enhance the feeling, to drag you against him like a brute. the base and wanton need of an animal overcame him, hands continuing to grip at your hips and aiding you in your movements.
those sounds continued to tumble out of your lips, and he discovered that you enjoyed his own sounds just as much. you'd sigh after his every grunt, singing his name in ways it was never meant to be uttered.
then you spoke again, readily determined in his ruin.
"did you see me that night, adam?" you whispered into his ear, "did you watch me, knowing you were the cause of my ruin? that i dreamt of your form hovering over mine, of your grunts as i brought you release?"
adam's senses heightened at your every whisper. there was no space for his shame as he took in your words. your desire for him drove him mad, destroyed the composure he'd foolishly deluded himself into believing he possessed. the feeling of your middle meeting his did not help matters. it only drove him further into madness.
no plea for forgiveness could leave his lips. not when you broke him like this. there was a familiarity between your bodies. yours the key to his unraveling.
"please-" he found himself begging, "i must- you will break me."
it only caused a sigh to leave your lips. your face buried in the juncture of his neck, leaving yet another trail of kisses there, reaching his lips whilst your hips daren't halt their heavenly grating.
when you stopped was when he finally became acquainted with pain. such an unfamiliar feeling, barely gracing his being any time he'd become the target of men who dared to attempt on his destruction. he had never felt it until the moment you'd taken away the otherworldly pleasure you'd so selflessly been awarding him.
he could not bring himself to complain, but he did not have to.
suddenly you were getting up from his lap, causing him to sit up as he watched you in utter and complete awe.
your hands bunched at the hem of your nightgown, pulling it up before throwing it off your form. it left you fully nude before him, completely bare of any barrier between him and the heavenly curvatures of your body.
you were truly the master of his pleasure, as you could bring him to his end without a single touch. the mere sight destroyed adam, it made his breath catch and his body groan. he could not comprehend what such a monstruous creature had done to deserve the touch and affection of an angel, a seductress who'd come into this earth to provide him with pleasures men could only dream of.
he had no words, hands twitching at his sides as you regained your home on his lap. the smile on your lips told him of your awareness at the immediate effect you had on him. his middle burned for you, uncomfortably settled between you as you began your torture once more.
"please..." he begged, but knew not what for.
"i ache to ruin you," you breathed into his lips, "just as i ache for your touch."
directing his hands, you settled them on your breasts, causing adam to shudder at the softness now found under his palms. you cupped his hands, teaching him to squeeze and let go, sighing out when he'd do as instructed. it only functioned to unravel him further.
"you allow a monster such as myself to touch you," he began, enthralled by the sight of you, "you gift yourself to me, and i cannot possibly compensate you for such blessing."
you leaned in close, noses touching, lips gracing, "gift yourself to me, and i shall do the same in return," you assured, "all i yearn for is the eternal salvation your soul will grant me. allow us to become one."
again, you kissed, hands clawing at the rags surrounding his middle. it took little effort to free him fully, earning yourself a groan of pleasure from adam at the very first touch of your hand on his manhood. as you pushed him to lay flat on the bed, you gripped at him, taking ownership of his body.
"i am yours," he whispered, gasping when you'd begun to drag him against your center.
"and i eternally yours."
you lowered yourself down on him then. it was a slow, torturous process. the pleasure felt like pain, too amplified for his body to fully comprehend. his mouth drew open with a heavy breath, his eyes squeezing shut and the back of his head digging into the mattress below him. your hips fell victim to the squeezing of his fingers, but he could not process his movements as you engulfed him.
it broke him. he became a vessel made to receive pleasure. it was an otherworldly experience. he was certain no man was ever meant to experience such pleasures.
when he dared open his eyes again, he found yours closed, nose scrunched up and mouth agape. your hands still held on to the ridges along his shoulders, digging harshly but causing no pain. you had not moved yet, simply engulfing him in the heat of your body. it was enough to make him shudder.
"oh, adam ..." you sighed out.
he had no worthy words to share. he simply grunted your name, breath stuttering when you began to move up and down.
his body arched against yours, unknowing of how to react to such feeling. he felt himself break little by little. he was tense, but you soothed him, unabashed in expressing the effects your connection had on you.
"please," you begged, "help me ... i- i need- oh, adam, please-"
your hands trailed down to his, gripping them and motioning for him to move you. you needed him to aid you in your shared pleasure. and what was he made for, if not aiding to your every whim and need?
a flash of electricity sparked across his entire body as he followed your instruction. his strength assisted in your movements, his hips soon following along and snapping up against yours. the noise caused by the impact was loud, indicating every connection between your bodies.
the rhythm was off, unsynchronized at first. but your eyes still rolled back, and your forehead still fell on his. your pleas for his pleasure never once seized, drawing him closer and closer to his end.
"adam-" you sighed out again, breath a whisper against his lips, "you will break me. you will- oh, you will break me beyond repair."
and though it sounded like a plea for help, you tightened around him, gasping out a cry of his name. adam's lips braved against yours, interlocking in one final kiss as you shuddered and shook against him.
subsequently, you dragged him down with you. he felt himself break, his body shake and timber and shudder. the warmth in his belly released deep within you, mixing your essence with his and intermingling. your lips never once left his, drooling into his mouth and chasing after his tongue.
your deflated body laid on top of his, lips tracing his chin, then his cheeks, finding a home on his neck. he felt you purr against him, humming as your fingers softly ran up and down any inch of skin they could reach.
his arms wrapped around you, keeping you guarded and close against him. he remained inside you, defeated and limp, but protected by your warmth.
"please remain with me," you whispered, "allow me to protect you from your solitude โ and aid me in eradicating mine."
adam felt that familiar dampness form in his eyes, taking in a shaky breath before lifting a hand up to softly pat at your hair.
"please," he pleaded in return.
the morning passed by slowly, while the nighttime flashed by.
adam did not recall the last time he had been able to sleep soundly through the night, had never known the comforts of a bed, much less the solace of holding someone against his heart as he fell into the night's sleep.
but there he laid, slightly slouched in your bed despite its large size, long arms wrapped around your body as you held him in return.
he arose before you, watching your peaceful rest, counting the soft puffs of breath released by your lips. your body faced his, face buried in his chest. cold fingers ran up and down your nude spine for a while, attempting to soothe you in the way you did him with your mere presence.
when you woke up, it was slowly, with the same softness your every action carried. kissed were pressed against his scarred chest, fingers traced at his skin with the same wonder you'd displayed last night.
as you laid there, you heard his every tale, his every lamentation. he shared his story with you, sparing no detail. each tear was met with a kiss, while you continued to soothe him with your calm whispers. your cries for him broke him, but also lulled his uneasiness. in your eyes he saw empathy unparalleled by any he'd seen before.
"oh, adam," you cried out while in his arms, "you have been so alone, my sweet creature. but no more. allow our seclusion to end through our bond," you pleaded to him, "you shall never walk alone again, not as long as i hold the privilege of your affections."
adam could have cried, shedding a few tears of disbelief and of gladness. but again, you kissed them away.
winter was warm that time around, found safely in the refuge of your lonely cottage. though it was lonely no more, inhabited by what was now adam's small family.
whispers of a creature roaming the forest seized, while rumors of your newly wedded status began to spread. your mystery suitor was never revealed to the villagers nearby, allowing you to keep him safe and guarded, and all to yourself.
dividers by: @/uzmacchiato
this has been cross-posted to ao3 if anyone wants to read it on there!!
sunflower feelings
warnings: fluff, fem!reader, reader is the granddaughter of the old man, the old man doesn't die in this, world building, adam's pov, adam's got a crush, happy ending, first kiss, etc.
summary: it is the creature's first encounter with these emotions. he sees you and the speed of his heart swiftly picks up. despite his unseemly exterior, he cannot help himself in attempting to court you, following the very limited social rules he's aware of.
wc: 6k
the climate was comfortable, yet the creature was out of breath.
escaping dangers had been all he'd known in the short span of his life thus far. gentleness was entirely unfamiliar to him.
memories of elizabeth quickly vanished, as did any remembrance of victor's aggressions. everything felt brand new upon the creature's reawakening after his escape. it was unknown to him where he'd escaped from, but he'd decided to allow his curiosity to guide his path.
his very first contact with men was one of aggression.
his life was threatened, forcing him to flee once more. unsure of what to do, he ran, unable to truly lose his breath due to the exertion, but still feeling the effects just as much.
the very first place the creature came across became a home to him. not much contemplation was given to the decision of taking refuge in the small cottage. it had driven him with fear hearing that others lodged just a wall away, but it had also given him hope.
within him, a strange longing resided. he was unsure of what it meant, or how to remedy the constant ache it provoked. but his proximity to the family one wall over helped mend the feeling.
there was one person in particular that the creature swiftly grew fond of. and again, he was entirely unsure of the reason as to why he felt such a draw to this individual in particular.
the entire family appeared to care for one another. they resided in a small space, always orbiting around one another, yet never with complaint. the creature wished he could understand the feeling, but he grew too scared of provoking ill feelings in men once more, and so he stayed hidden.
but he held no fear of you.
upon his first day, the men who had threatened his life had come knocking on the door, hasty and exasperated at the creature's sighting. despite having been his aggressors, they expressed fear and shock at his appearance, uncaring of the fact that they had chased him away as he ran in attempts of finding safety.
the man of the house had answered in an equally exasperated manner, worried for his family. the older woman had simply expressed annoyance at the men's interruption. but then a third voice arose, form sneaking past the two figures currently at the door as you spoke up for the first time.
before hearing your voice, he was taken aback by your person. there was a shine in your eyes he was yet to find in anyone else. the pale color of your dress gave you a sense of purity the creature quickly grew drawn to. and your words only aided at the task.
"a man, you say? and you decided to chase him? what if he had an ailment? you dare threaten a lone man in the forest as he does nothing to harm you?" you scowled at the men, "you daren't even think you might have been intruding in on his home, rather than him yours? you are the aggressors. leave the beings of the forest to their own will and do not bother us with such news again."
your unknowing defense of him was enough to cause an instant infatuation within him.
it was unfortunate, but you'd closed the door after your speech, meaning he no longer had a view of your person. his heart hammered in his chest, and he felt a sudden breeze pass through his skin. he wanted to see more.
he ignored the stunned men looking to your closed door, making his way further into the shed in order to listen through the walls. he was fortunate enough to find creaks along the wooden shed that gave him small access to a view of the interiors of the cottage. there, he could find you with your family.
the beginning of the conversation had gone unheard by the creature, but his full attention settled on its continuation.
"-what? those men come around here and hunt innocent creatures! they are meant to kill for hide, meat, and to keep wolves away. why kill innocent deer out of season and chase unfortunate men across the forest?"
you stood by a fire, arms crossed and a scowl still on your face. despite the sourness in your expression, the creature could still see the beauty behind it. it was so dissimilar to the rough edges found throughout his skin.
"nothing but insolence with this child," muttered the older woman, her back to the creature as she faced you.
a new, wise voice joined in, "let her be. her feelings are pure, as are her intentions. her protection of the forest may reward us someday."
to the edge of the room, the creature found a man laid back on a chair. his eyes were white orbs, no color to be found within. he looked to no one, simply staring straight ahead, his voice soft yet with a commanding air. he must have been the leader.
"father, taking her side will not teach her-"
"i shall scold when i find reason to. you should be happy your children are pure hearted," the man spoke again, then lifting his hand and gesturing in your general direction, "now, child, bring your sister along, we shall continue with her studies."
the features on your face morphed then. a smile overtook your lips, and the fat around your cheeks expanded along with it. small creases found their place near your eyes, aiding in the joyful countenance.
the creature felt sudden heat reach his face. lifting up a hesitant hand, he touched his lips, feeling a matching upward curvature to his mouth, finding that your joy was contagious.
the creature continued to watch, seeing the way you happily grinned at the old man, how the man and woman scowled as you nodded and trotted along to tend to the task that had been requested from you.
it did not take long for the creature to become familiar with the inhabitants of the cottage, or to discover the manner in which you all engaged with one another.
despite the earlier dispute between you and your mother, there was fondness to be found within you. the creature felt a tug inside him at the sight, but he could not understand its meaning. a similar feeling overcame him upon seeing the manner in which you held onto your sister, engulfing her entire form in an embrace as you laughed along with your grandfather. he wished to feel the same embrace, though such desire also brought him shame.
a mere night of residing in that shed was sufficient for the creature to become attached. he felt indebted to you for your selfless defense. a repayment must be had, he believed. or perhaps just some way in which he could ensure joy never left your lips.
time passed, and adam had fallen into a regime.
along with his name had come various revelations, all had within the confining walls of the abandoned shed.
he'd come to find what brought you happiness, what brought you distress. and with this information, he created a life meant to serve its purpose โ your comfort, your protection.
brute tasks brought a frown upon your lips. every sunrise, your mother would request your assistance in tending to the cattle early into the morning. dragging your feet, you'd come out and do as asked, softly muttering complaints under your breath as you did so. such a sight would make adam smile to himself, discovering a feeling of awe in his heart as he watched you.
but even then, adam could not stand that small frown, nor did he enjoy the scrapes to be found along your skin due to the efforts taken moving hay on your own or fetching eggs from the chickens.
when you'd come out one morning to find the cows' milk gathered, the eggs collected, and the hay organized, you'd widened your eyes in surprise, looking around you as if to look for an explanation. after the immediate surprise, you'd smiled and brought your new gifts along with you to show your family.
the repetition of such task was found with a smile on your lips as you collected the fruits of adam's labor from your door every morning. you'd look to the forest and nod in gratitude, giggling at the bounty adam had collected from you.
over time, adam had continued to aid your family. he'd found that any manner of assistance to your family resulted in joy from you, which gave to a very obvious solution.
any threat to your peace was taken care of swiftly. tasks that required immense force were taken up by him as the sun set, allowing your family to awaken to the results of his hard work. he cared not for any tiredness he felt, rejuvenated by the joy and relief expressed by your family every sunrise.
his every waking moment was spent in giving a helping hand, which rewarded him with constant praise to the spirit of the forest โ a name unknowingly given to him by the old man, though he preferred a different name; adam.
it had been during one of the endless evenings in which adam watched over you. your reading sessions had become the most joyous part of his uneventful life, aiding him in the study of language and the understanding of humans. you'd read to your grandfather, your little sister perched on your lap as the words flowed out of your mouth with a softness that was incomprehensible to adam.
the name adam had left your lips various times as you read a certain book. it filled him with an indescribably feeling. he wished for his name to be uttered by you as so, but found disappointment at the realization that he held no such title. the decision to take on adam as a name had been hasty, but one lacking of any regret. the honor of hearing it uttered by you made him unworthy of it, but he could not help himself in taking it regardless.
as days went by, adam began to see rewards left by your family.
soft clothes, bread, flowers, a book. each gift was treasured by him, bringing a bashful smile to his face as he took in the affection granted to him.
he'd found the practice of gift-giving to be pure and kindhearted. it made his heart swell each time, to find a physical manifestation of human appreciation. and it made him want to cause the same feeling in you.
he had seem your mother and father engage in such a manner, with the man arriving home with a combination of plants, most of them colorful, and all arranged in a manner that was pleasing to adam's eye. the mother would smile and offer him a kiss, sometimes on his cheek, though often against his lips. adam would touch his own lips with curiosity, a fleeting wonderment of what such a touch must feel like.
it drove a desire in him to engage in such endeavors with you. he wished to gift you things just as your family did to him, just as your father did to your mother, and to perhaps receive a kiss in return.
a warm feeling would spread through his cheeks at the thought, but he could not help himself in his imagination. he'd pat at his head, wrap his arms around his middle, kiss his hand, all in a senseless hope he would one day experience such things with you.
he'd look to your mother and father, taking notice of their attachment to one another, one that he did not see in any other member of the family. they were a pair, companions to one another. a room was shared by the two, while every other individual in the home arose from sleep on their own.
despite his shame, the disgust he held over the differences shared between himself an others, he continued to wonder. he could not help himself in the desire to become your companion. he wished to mimic your mother and father, to be their new son, to sit by your side and read to the old man, to sit with your small sister and cause her to laugh as you always did.
it had taken him a while to find flowers in the forest. there was no inhabited land for miles, meaning there was nothing but grass to be found as far as he could reach without losing sight of his unknowing companions.
despite this, adam traveled high and low in search of pretty colors to grace you with. every night, he'd leave a flower or two just outside your window. he'd occasionally find you looking through the lone window, loneliness radiating from you, which provided him with a sight that provoked great yearning in him.
these new emotions were difficult to understand, but he was certain he felt each and every one for you.
the first few mornings, you'd simply watch the flower, unaware of its purposeful presence. it took a few days for the flowers to gather for the realization to find you. a shy smile morphed on your face as you picked up the delicate flowers and brought them up to your face, taking in the scent with a scrunch of your nose.
night after night, adam left a lone flower on your window, finishing his tasks early in the morning to make time to see you discover your daily gift.
it became his favorite time of the day.
the flowers remained a secret from your family. unlike every other favor he'd done for you, you kept this one to yourself. any mention of the spirit of the forest from then on was met with a blissful smile from you. no words left you, just a happy sigh that you kept to yourself. but adam noticed it.
it worried him, the possible awareness you may have had that there was no spirit of the forest, but rather a person. he did not want to give himself away, yet a small piece of his heart ached for your recognition. he wanted to gift you every flower in the forest and to see the smile on your lips as he bowed down to you.
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winter made it impossible for adam to continue his pattern.
his inability to leave flowers at your window disappointed him at first. he did not want you to believe he'd lost interest, or that his love for you had dwindled โ because despite being a novice at emotions, he'd learned and assured himself that what he felt was love.
instead, he began to collect rocks and leave them at your window. he hoped there'd be no misunderstanding, that you'd know his heart as well as he did yours and that you'd understand that they were a continued, though altered, message of his love.
the smile on your face remained the following morning when you spotted the small rock right on your window. it made him mimic the grin on your face, sighing in relief at the bliss in which you looked out to the forest upon your discovery of his new gift.
a few days passed before anything changed. his gifts continued, as did the daily delivery of his tasks to aid your family. he was happy with this simplicity, no matter how lonely he may have felt at times.
one sudden evening, there was slight commotion in your home, causing adam to crawl to the wall connected to the living room in order to take in your conversation. the wood shielded most of his sight, but he was fortunate enough to still get a glimpse of you most days.
"-no, you shan't remain here with grandfather! you are to come into the village with us. it is far too dangerous for a young lady to-"
"but father! grandfather cannot stay here alone. i shall grant him company. he needs someone to read to him, and he finds my company joyous, do you not, grandfather?" you turned to the old man, almost always stagnant on a reclining chair by the warm fire.
the old man faced in your general direction, a small smile gracing his lips as he spoke, "why, yes. i cannot refuse the young lady's proposal, my son," he spoke candidly towards your father, "she is of age to make such decision. if she wishes to stay, then she shall."
your father sighed, causing confusion in adam. he could not understand his refusal, but was grateful for the old man's interruption. adam did not wish for your absence. it would break him. he was certain.
turning to you, your father spoke again, though indignant, "there are to be no unauthorized outings. and you shall care for your grandfather's every need. understood?"
adam's heart soared at your reaction. there was a wide smile on your face and a few small hops in excitement before you embraced your father. his back was turned to adam, allowing him to see your arms wrap around him and your face peek through the crook of his neck. his skin shivered, flaring up in tiny bumps all over.
he wished to be the receiver of that embrace.
"thank you, father! i shall be good, i promise!"
and good, you always were.
adam continued to watch you quietly through the first few days. the delivery of his rocks never stopped, and neither did the blissful smile you'd offer the forest every time one was delivered.
but a constant debate existed inside adam as of late.
now that it was just you and your grandfather who remained, he hoped for a possibility to make his presence known. he wished for your acknowledgement, whatever that would signify.
then he heard you speaking to your grandfather one night, secluded in the small space beside the fire as adam watched from the other side of the wall.
"i have been receiving gifts. i believe it is the same character who has aided us through these past months."
you sat on the floor, padded by various pieces of fabric and laid near enough to the fire to ensure warmth. your grandfather remained on his chair, with both of you facing away from adam's wall. occasionally, you'd turn to the side to gaze up at your grandfather whenever you spoke, allowing adam a peek at the side of your face as the fire illuminated you. it was an ethereal sight to him.
"yes? the spirit of the forest, you mean," responded the old man.
you shook your head, smiling, "he is a man. i have seen traces, though i possess no true evidence," you continued, "i believe he ... i believe he cares for me, grandfather."
adam's chest pounded, his ears rang loudly, though to actual noise was there no be heard. his mouth was agape, awaiting for you to continue.
"and i believe i care for him too."
the old man chuckled softly, "you would accept this man? despite not knowing who he is, what he looks like?"
without hesitation you responded, "yes."
"then you, my child, are truly pure of heart," he decided.
from his hidden corner behind the wall, adam's fingers itched, skin raised in goosebumps and breath almost too heavy to conceal. he feared his discovery, but at this moment, he most feared that he'd misheard your exchange of words.
was he meant to believe his ears? that you, the figure he had idolized for months, had cared for, yearned for, had felt emotions unknown to him for โ that you'd be willing to accept him?
"i yearn for him, i believe- i do not know these feelings," you continued, "is this what mother feels for father? what you felt for my late grandmother?"
adam heard a breath-filled chuckle, looking to see at the old man pat at your head in the same way adam had ached to feel for months.
"yes, my child. i believe these could very well be your feelings. cherish it. it only comes once," he explained, "and if what you believe is true, โ that the spirit of the forest is a man who cares for you โ then grasp it and do not let it flee."
that confusing night, adam made a decision.
it terrified him, to make his presence known, to attach himself to every act he'd performed to grant a helping hand to your family, to his beloved โ to you.
but yet another emotion arose from within him. one that he simply could not resist.
greed.
his newfound greed encouraged him to seek you out, to try and find a place in your life, in your home. he needed to return your feelings, to reassure you that the spirit of the forest was nothing but a strange amalgamation that made up his being. yet it was an amalgamation that burned for you all the same.
it was that next afternoon in which he decided to make his presence known. the fear was unfathomable, but his longing overtook him.
upon his first steps into the cottage, he was met with the old man, sat almost statically on the old reclining chair reserved for him. he faced towards the exit rather than the warmth of the fire, almost as if he had been expecting adam's arrival, yet he could not see him come.
he was welcomed by him within his first few steps, with the wooden planks lining the floor sighing as he stepped over them. the noise alerted the old man of his presence, but did not alarm him. his response had been calm, welcoming โ feelings adam was unfamiliar with.
bread and warmth were offered to him, and he felt bashful as he attempted to calm his nerves enough to respond. a few small moments of conversation occurred between adam and the old man, though adam's shortage of vocabulary made a deep embarrassment bloom inside him.
but the old man did not judge, did not punish as adam uttered murmurs and incorrect words. he was silently encouraged, allowed to stumble as he stammered his way through sentences.
you remained in the back of his mind throughout this exchange. your weekly outing to the village was underway, leaving the old man to his devices for a few hours while you took care of his necessities a few miles north. adam had not meant to make himself known in your absence, though he felt fortunate that he at least had one friend before meeting your acquaintance. perhaps the old man's friendship would earn him your blessing.
within an hour or so, an interruption arose from the door through which he'd entered what felt like mere moments ago.
the soft thuds of approaching steps followed by a slightly louder thump.
adam's body retracted by nature, flinching slightly at the sudden noise. he was unsure what brought on this reaction, but his aversion to loud noises felt natural to him.
"oh- oh, my," he heard, heart tightening at the familiar voice.
turning towards the door, he found you standing there, a large cotton bag laid on the floor with its contents leaking out. it had been the perpetrator of the alerting noise, caused by your own surprise of his presence in your home.
seeing you, even from the small distance between him and your stance by the door, felt ruinous on its own. every peek he'd gotten at you through the wall had only made him even more enthralled. his routinely sightings of your smile as you looked out your window had been the most he'd ever gotten to see of you, but this was different.
because you were looking back at him.
he stood there, devoid of any face coverings, clothes mismatched and too small for his elongated limbs. he felt unseemly at your gaze, with his exterior utterly incomparable to the beauty you graciously bestowed him with.
you needed no embellishments to your air in order to astonish adam. your bared face, plain dress and dirt marring your shoes โ every detail only aided to the incontrollable stutter of his heart.
"child, you are here," there was a smile in the old man's voice, "come in. no need for shyness here. i have a friend to introduce to you."
adam stared at you, fingers flexing, grabbing at the hem of the shirt he knew you'd sown him with an uneasy feeling in his heart. his eyes were wide and curious as he looked to you, while the expression on your face mirrored his โ curiosity, no hate nor disdain thus far.
your eyes remained glued to adam, mouth still agape, as you took slow steps further into the room. the door had slowly closed behind you, leaving the three of you in the warm ambience of your humble home.
you stood near him, though still a few steps away. allowing himself to take in your features up close felt like a privilege he did not deserve. the softness of your skin made him ache, as did the texture of your hair.
like a stray animal, adam stood there on alert. he couldn't move, couldn't dare breathe wrong lest he ruin the moment he'd desired for months on end. if it all ended here, with your eyes on him, lacking of any fear for even one moment, adam could have accepted it and treasured it throughout his endless days.
"meet our dear friend โ the spirit of the forest; the one you care for, i believe."
a look of mortification overtook your features as you lifted your hands as if to stop your grandfather from speaking further, but they instead covered your face in astonishment for a few moments.
unbeknownst to adam, your mortification had been directed at your grandfather's candidness, not at the insinuation for your care for adam. he flinched slightly at your sudden reaction, dejection beginning to form inside him.
"grandfather-!"
the old man chuckled, shaking his head as he hiccupped a low laugh, "do not worry, child. the feeling is mutual. is it not, friend?"
adam remained looking to you, only realizing the old man had spoken to him when you uncovered your eyes and looked to him with an expectant look in your eyes. adam knew not how to interpret this. he required more in order to understand.
"introduce yourself, friend. she will not harm you," the old man faced towards you again, "and you, childโ where are your manners?" he chastised lightly.
before adam could say anything, the old man interrupted once more, regretfully drawing your eyes away from adam's.
"well, i shall leave you to your encounter. a nap could do me well. do not allow me to interrupt," he hummed lowly, slow in his movements as he stood up.
with no hesitation, adam leaned down to offer him the support of his arm, slow as he guided his movements towards the next room. his left arm received your support, with the two of you leading him towards what adam rightfully guessed were his quarters.
the interruption was short lived, though it did not help lessen adam's nerves. his skin continued to be on fire, and his throat tight in preparation for an unfavorable outcome.
after delivering a short kiss to your grandfather's forehead, you left the room with adam in tow. his gaze remained lowered as to not disrespect you, but he hoped he did not give you an impression of insolence.
outside the room, you stood with adam, turning to face him once more with that same apprehensive look in your face. adam's was more hopeful, though he could not allow himself to engage in such emotion for long.
he considered his options, hoping to garner the courage necessary to look into your eyes and speak the feelings that had been churning inside him from the first moment he'd laid eyes on you. instead, his hands nervously clasped together in front of him, eyes darting between you and the backs of his palms.
but then you spoke up, unsure.
"you ... you have left those flowers for me? the stones too?"
he could not read your tone. his mind reached dire possibilities immediately. could that be annoyance in your voice? vexation?
but he nodded regardless. he could only hope his expressions of love had been taken as dotingly as he had meant them.
"oh ..."
you took a few steps, continuing to look up at him. before he could realize it, your hands had reached for his, holding them softly between your bodies. there was a sense of reverence in your hold adam could have only ever fabricated in the deepest corners of his mind. he gasped softly at your touch, to which you smiled lightly in return.
the upward curl of your eyebrows expressed adoration, mirroring what he was sure his eyes conveyed at that moment as he finally dared his gaze settle on yours.
your grandfather's presence on the other side of the wall had been forgotten by then, with the two of you remaining there as you looked to one another.
you took a deep breath before your next words, "you know not the relief you have provided my family with ... your wood has kept us warm, as has the hide you've gathered for us. your milk has fed my sister and mother. your poultry has kept my father from dangerous outings with wolves roaming nearby," you sighed, looking away from him for a short moment before gracing him with your eyes again, "and your flowers and stones have kept my heart warm."
a sound left adam, reminiscent of the peculiar hum of a feline, but he did not take notice of it. he was far too distracted by the occasional caress of your thumb received by the back of his hand.
"what is your name โ and- and how shall i ever repay your kindness?"
he hesitated, but with a couple of heavy blinks of his eyes, he responded.
"a- adam."
as if he'd provided you with some gracious word, you smiled at him, teeth peeking and forcing a breath out of him.
was it possible you knew you'd inspired its origin?
"adam," you clasped his hands then, "you know not how delighted i am to meet your acquaintance, my dear friend."
"me too," he exhaled.
a sudden look of bashfulness washed over your face then, but your smile remained.
"the flowers ... would i be wrong to think they were for me?"
"i ... i wished to- to care for you," he explained.
as if you were unable to understand him, your head tilted to the side in curiosity.
"care for me?"
"in the manner your father and mother do for one another," he explained, "i wished to ... to be your companion."
"oh," you sighed, your hands hesitant to move, shaking slightly as they did so, but ultimately reaching for his face.
eyes fluttering, his breath stammered along with his heartbeat, unprepared to receive the soft touch of your hand against his cheek. but the way you caressed it made every sense in his body halt.
"you wished to be mine?" you asked, breathless, "for me to be yours?"
"yes," he whispered, leaning into your touch.
without realizing it, your body had been leaning towards his own. your height increased slightly as you stood on the tips of your toes, to which adam instinctively responded by wrapping an arm around you to ensure your balance. this brought him even closer to you, breaths now close enough to intertwine.
"would you allow me to-" you cleared your throat slightly, "to show you my gratitude?"
he allowed silence to simmer for a moment, unsure.
"you are not repulsed by me?" he dared ask.
there had been no trace of disgust in your eyes. from the moment you stepped foot in your home and found his disfigured form standing over your grandfather, no sign of fear or vexation had taken over you.
every moment spent in your presence had been met with mild surprise that soon morphed into an adoration adam simply could not comprehend.
yet he still could not believe it. even as you continued to look at him, eyes heavy as they eyed his lips, adam simply was unable to allow himself to believe this moment as true.
"repulsed? how could i be? by the one who has worked endless nights to become my beloved?"
you traced his scarred face as you spoke, eyes full of wonder as you whispered against his breath.
"i wish to mend your wounds, to replay the selfless love you have already given me," you continued, "allow me?"
adam nodded before he'd realized it, letting out a breath he was unaware he'd been holding.
you nodded in return. to him or to yourself, he did not know. and he had no time to ponder on it as the small distance diminished altogether.
the first touch of your lips was feather-soft. the contact was barely there, but adam gasped nonetheless, mouth opening the slightest bit. you took this as an invitation to deepen the kiss, causing adam to let out a noise from deep in his chest.
his hands went to your back, laid flat as he held you against him, body leaning down to aid you in reaching him. a shudder invaded his body as your hands reached up to his hair, softly in their movements as they tangled in the tresses.
warm lips guided his, opening and closing around his own, tongue softly gliding against his lower lip and seeking his. more sounds left him, as they left you. the vibration of your noises made his head pound.
when you pulled away, he could not help but trail after you with a soft noise trapped between his lips.
slowly, your eyes re-opened, gazing up at his with that same warmth that had been present from the moment you entered the room.
you laughed bashfully to yourself, covering your mouth as you did so, "oh, i'm sorry! i must have forgotten myself- i did not mean to-"
"there is no apology needed," he interrupted, "i ... i enjoyed it."
he found a shy smile on your lips, causing a blush to overtake his pale skin.
shaking your head to yourself, you reached out to his hand again, finding his shortened sleeve and inspecting it for a moment.
"oh, these do not fit you properly! allow me to make you something better- oh, and perhaps i could show you my quarters! all your gifts reside there. we have many weeks until my parents return home. my grandfather is a more than fit chaperone for us."
you spoke excitedly, a smile never leaving your lips. adam could almost believe you were happy to keep his company. his body still ached due to your kiss, but his heart hammered thanks to your welcoming countenance. he could not believe his fortune in this moment.
he reached into the pocket you'd sown into his pants, pulling out the small pebble he had meant to gift you today, shyly lifting it towards you.
it made you stop in your tracks and smile softly at him.
"a pebble?" you smiled, "for me?"
he nodded, eyes faltering a bit. the positive attention was not something he felt he could grow used to so swiftly.
"thank you," you hummed before taking it from his grasp and holding it to your heart.
"we shall be very happy, my beloved," you spoke next.
"my ... be-loved," he repeated, slow, flat.
and, again, it made a smile grace your lips, a soft laugh leave them.
adam had easily found his favorite form of comfort. and he hoped you would never deny him of it.
as you smiled, you guided him to your room, speaking of the dinner you'd cook him later, of the shelter you'd offer him, of how excited you were to introduce your savior to the rest of your family. you spoke of a savior, not knowing your words had rescued him all those months ago, not knowing the love he held for you since that very first moment.
he felt welcomed, but more than anything, he felt well loved.
it was difficult to take it all in, but adam willed himself to do so. every step became easier with your loving hand guiding him.
dividers by: @/uzmacchiato
warnings: 18+, smut, fem!reader, crack, breaking into a house, mentions of threesome, fingering, p in v sex, riding, overstimulation, etc.
summary: when peacemaker and vigilante accidentally break into your house, chris immediately wants to fuck you. unfortunately for him, your eyes are instantly locked on the curly haired cutie who keeps trying to hide his face from you
wc: 3.8k
a/n: this is 100% meant as a crack smutty fic pls lower ur expectations <3 also not proofread
"dude, this is like fifty types of illegal!" adrian exclaimed in a hush.
"shut up and help me check the place out. if no one sees us, then it's not illegal for us to be in here," chris hissed back.
adrian was pretty sure no one was in the small apartment, but he was still more than certain that what peacemaker was saying was incorrect. breaking and entering was equally as illegal regardless of getting caught or not โ they'd already broken and entered.
still, he always had a hard time disagreeing with peacemaker's judgment. if he felt like this was necessary, then he probably had a good reason for it. he was one of the good guys, after all (which, in turn, made adrian one of the good guys too!).
he'd taken off his helmet with a heavy exhale. they'd been running for a while, and though the build of his suit was pretty optimal, it was still a little hard to catch his breath with it on. whoever lived here was probably absent, or would have to be collateral damage anyway (as much as he didn't really want things to head that way). there was no real risk of his identity being revealed.
"i just- i usually kill people for this type of stuff, and i don't wanna kill my best friend, you know? or myself!"
he wasn't entirely sure how they'd even ended up here. they'd been after some drug dealers in the back alley, but after making a little too much noise, they'd seen those familiar red and blue lights approaching in the distance and made a run for it up some fire escape and made their way into the first apartment whose window was unlocked.
it was a small joint. everything was out in the open, living room, kitchen, etcetera, with two closed doors by the end of the apartment; likely leading to a bedroom and bathroom. he hadn't spotted anyone else's presence in the apartment, nor had he heard any sort of noise, but there was always a small chance the owner could be behind one of those doors.
there were hints here and there as to who could possibly live here. some heels sat by the front door, a pink apron near the kitchen area, a board with various pink post it's pinned to it. he could only assume a girl lived here โ most likely alone based on the small size of the place.
"what, you're gonna kill me, vij?"
chris continued to speak in a hushed voice, but he was a little more careless about the situation than adrian would've liked. he kept picking up stuff, inspecting it, acting way too sure of himself, which, yeah, adrian understood. he'd also be confidently stepping foot into any room if he were as cool as peacemaker, but he couldn't help but think of the risks behind being caught. he'd have to kill whoever lived here, probably the cops who showed up too!
"well, no, but ... i don't wanna kill another civilian, man. i'm okay with killing cops, but what about the person who lives here, dude? you know i have issues killing non-criminals."
"what? you don't have to kill anyone, man! we just need to lay low for a few minutes and then we can leave," chris stepped towards adrian, who had remained mostly stagnant by the fire escape, "the girl who lives here's hot as shit. can't kill a hot girl. that'd be a disgrace to humanity."
in his hand there was a small picture frame of a girl. she donned a dress, a graduation cap and probably the prettiest smile adrian had ever seen. yeah, she was hot as shit. chris was right. there could be no killing involved here.
he could only hope you didn't suddenly show up.
"yeah, i'd fuck her," chris said under his breath, still eyeing at the picture.
meanwhile, adrian's attention was taken up by something else.
he could've sworn he heard something nearby.
peacemaker remained distracted, but this wasn't vigilante's first rodeo in a situation like this. he'd been patrolling whilst simultaneously running from the police for countless nights by then. his ability to ascertain social situations might've been faulty, but this was his area of utmost expertise.
that was to say that he knew what was about to happen before it happened.
one of the doors suddenly opened, slowly and quietly revealing a body from the other side. their movements were shy, barely peeking from a slight crease of the door, likely in order to check out the commotion outside.
he saw you right away, too distracted by your appearance to panic and fumble with his mask in order to conceal his identity. the moment you made your presence known, he froze, practically hypnotized by your existence.
you were in slight disarray, clearly having only woken up moments prior. your hair appeared messy, with your face bare and your body clad in a nightgown, one of those sexy, silky ones adrian was sure you only ever saw on victoria's secret catalogues. your skin looked soft, while giving him the perfect view of your sexy legs and cleavage. you were a combination of soft and smoking hot, which just so happened to be adrian's type.
most of all, he noticed the look in your face. it was made up of pure innocence, with your eyes wide in wonder and your mouth agape in confusion. your eyebrows furrowed, and a worried look took over your features as soon as you processed what you were looking at.
this all took place within mere seconds, but to adrian it felt like a dragged-out eternity. he really never did know how to function around pretty girls (or at least those he was incredibly attracted to).
"vigilante? peacemaker? is that- are you guys real?"
the first words leaving your mouth being his and his best friend's names made a dopey smile make its way to his face. a giggle almost left him, but then he rememberedโ
โ fuck. you could see his face! and you knew who was? how did you even- oh! the rest of his suit was on. and he was with his partner in crime (uncrime?). obviously you'd know he was vigilante!
he fumbled to put his mask back on, turning around to avoid you further seeing him. maybe it hadn't been long enough for you to figure out his features. plus, he'd been smiling really dumbly at you, so you didn't really see how his face usually looked (he never smiled like that! you just caught him off guard!)
"shit, adrian. your mask!" peacemaker suddenly alerted, stepping in front of adrian for good measure.
fuck.
that was his name! how many adrians could possibly be in evergreen in the first place? you could probably cross cancel your way to his true identity! god damnit, peacemaker..
"dude!"
"oh, shit, right," peacemaker fumbled a little, all while you stood by your bedroom door, half your body still hidden behind it, "forget i said that ... girl."
you gave him your name, more confused than scared by that point.
you knew who peacemaker was, well aware of vigilante as well. they'd recently saved the world from an alien attack. you weren't exactly scared they'd hurt you, though maybe a little unnerved that they'd be in your apartment in the middle of the night for some reason.
then you noticed the way peacemaker continued looking you up and down, a small smirk forming on his lips. vigilante continued to look away from you despite his mask being back on, but you couldn't get the image of that curly hair and that adorable smile off your head.
peacemaker's eyes made you feel uneasy, but adrian(?)'s awkward demeanor as his visor looked above you, below you, anywhere but you, made you wanna step out and see if you could make him even more nervous.
"what are you doing in my house?" you opted for asking, finally stepping out of your room.
peacemaker adopted some sort of swagger to his demeanor. it was a little off, clearly attempting to peacock you as he leaned against a wall and flexed his muscles in the process.
"just need to lay low for a little while. we'll be out of your hair soon enough," he said, shrugging afterwards, "unless you'd like us to stay a little longer โ or me, you know, to keep you some company?"
the suggestion was entirely too on the nose. holding back a scoff was a herculean effort. guys like peacemaker were never exactly your type, regardless of how buff and perhaps charming he could've been to others.
your eyes were more focused on the masked guy who continued to be slightly shielded by peacemaker's frame. he was doing a horrible job at being nonchalant, incredibly obvious whenever he'd sneak a look your way and as he hummed a little too loudly for it to be considered casual.
he was awkward, peacemaker was bold. perhaps you needed to take a page from peacemaker's book and say something about the cute guy hiding from you. he was one of the good guys, after all, right?
"what about him?" you nodded towards vigilante, "what if i want his company?"
peacemaker shot you an incredulous look, shaking his head in confusion before scoffing, "him? what- really? him?"
you shrugged while vigilante's head looked up, a cute tilt to it as he spoke in a boy-ish manner, "me what?"
"you wanna fuck him?"
"woah, wait, really? fuck yeah, man," he whispered to himself, fist-bumping the air.
"can i see your face again?" you asked, ignoring them both.
he retracted a little at that, uselessly deepening his voice, "uh, that's, uhm, i'm afraid i can't do that, ma'am."
"'ma'am'?"
"shut up, dude! that's how superman addresses women!"
"superman's a pansy."
vigilante laughed loudly at that, clapping his hands at what you felt was a lukewarm comment undeserving of such a reaction. still, he endeared you as he did so.
"you wanna sound like a pansy?", he turned to you then, "you wanna fuck a pansy?"
"he doesn't seem like a pansy," you rebutted, "plus, he's hot."
vigilante snickered again, while peacemaker groaned to himself.
"man, what the fuck? i was the one who suggested we come in here in the first place! and, what, now i'm a cuck? fuck this! i'm leaving. if you ever wanna fuck a real man, let me know."
you couldn't bring yourself to bring him too seriously. his tone was exasperated, but his outfit and helmet were too silly for you to feel any sort of threat. his friend appeared more threatening, but having seen the boy-ish looks hidden beneath his mask, he also did not cause any fear in you.
plus, you did want to fuck the pretty one in the black.
"what? c'mon man! we could have a threesome!" the boy suggested, turning to you to see your reaction, only finding a scowl on your face, "or, i guess, maybe not. fuck, man. sorry! didn't mean to, like, cockblock or anything!"
peacemaker simply scoffed again, marching his way towards the fire escape through which you assumed he'd entered. before he could make his way out, however, he turned back, one finger pointed in your direction as he stared at you and vigilante, who were now standing side by side.
"you're missing out on a great lay, by the way! i'm gonna go pick up some hot chick at a bar. waaaay hotter than you!"
with that, he left, loud, exaggerated steps sounding off until he was completely out of sight.
after a few moments of silence, vigilante let out a strange sound. a mixture of a scoff and a snicker.
"he won't find a bigger hottie, trust me," he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
you turned to him then, deciding at that moment that you might as well. he was here, he was hot, and he clearly found you hot in return. he'd been down for a threesome, which could only mean he'd be willing to let you ride him to hell on your couch. simple math.
"yeah? you think i'm hot?"
"are you fucking kidding me, dude? you're, like, a solid eleven. waaaay out of my league. fuck, you should've said yes to that threesome. that would've been so fucking hot, man."
it was your turn to snicker, crossing your arms and staring him up and down, shameless. but he was too air-headed to notice how boldly you were coming onto him.
taking a few steps towards him, you crowded against him. your hand went up to one of the flappy straps on his suit, tugging at it the way one would at a tie. it was meant to be sexy, but the man flinched slightly, faltering as if not expecting it.
"it could still be pretty fun just the two of us, don't you think?"
you could hear his gulp, the way his breath stuttered before he spoke again.
"shit, r-really? you wanna- you wanna fuck?"
you nodded with a toothy smile, eyes trailing down to where his mouth would be under the mask. you'd already seen his lips, pink and pretty. you wanted to see them again.
slowly, your hands trailed up, cupping at his jaw, itching to reach the hem of his mask to rip it off. but he seemed a little skittish, and you didn't want to scare him away. your boldness might've already been too much.
"can i take this off?" you opted to ask him directly.
"but ... my secret identity."
despite his apprehension, his arms still went down to your waist. there was very little pressure in his hold, shy and unsure of how much was too much. it was endearing. you wanted to see if you could get him to tighten his hold.
tilting your head to the side, you leaned in closer, lips ghosting his mask, "i've already seen your face, handsome. let me see it again?"
it took him a bit, but he slowly nodded, one hand leaving your waist to swiftly pull off his mask. his pretty curls bounced as he removed it, practically forcing you to reach up and tame them a bit. he practically purred at the contact. cute.
you hummed in satisfaction, "such a pretty boy."
it made him groan lightly, his fingers dig a little deeper in the meat of your hips.
"fuck. you're so fucking hot."
again, you leaned in close, lips almost touching.
"you think so, baby?" your lips touched as you spoke, but they did not yet connect.
pained, he nodded, eyes lowered onto your mouth.
"let me- fuck- wanna kiss you-"
and so you kissed him. it was slow and sensual, mouth immediately opening and seeking out his bottom lip. with a soft bite, you pried his lips open, drawing out his tongue.
he was very malleable, hands running up and down the length of your back, easily reaching the hem of your skimpy nightgown. the meat of your ass was kneaded by his greedy hands, pushing up against him to connect your bodies.
between kisses, you blindly walked him over to your couch, pushing him so he'd fall back on it and you could crawl onto his lap. he groaned as you did this, but followed your every move. his fingers dug into your skin just as yours did into his golden locks.
the loud sloppy mess between you came to a halt once you lost your breath, but his neediness did not stop. soft lips trailed down your neck, reaching your collarbone and leaving a path of purple marks along their wake.
"i- i have a condom. in case you wanna, you know ..." he muttered, "please let me hit. i'm, like, so fucking hard right now. it'd be criminal if you didn't let me fuck you โ but, like, i'd respect it. i could probably come just by looking at your boobs, which, by the way, can i-"
grabbing his hands, you pressed him to your covered breasts, sighing when he immediately began playing with them. you were able to lower your straps then, to which he aided by lowering the neck of your nightie. breasts now bare, he groaned once more, immediately leaning down to lick at them.
he motorboarded them, nuzzled, kissed, licked, nosed, did everything he could think of while you ground down against his hardness. his hands laid flat on your back, aiding in your movements and humping upwards to meet your center with his own.
he was so desperate, it made you embarrassingly wet. his toned body felt amazing under you, with the stimulation on your breasts only breaking you further.
after letting him have his fun for a while, you grew far too antsy, digging in between your bodies to struggle your way through getting him out of his pants. he was too distracted to help you, but made up for it by sneaking a hand under your dress (groaning when he was met with no panties underneath) and messily rubbing at you.
"where's your condom, baby?"
"it's so hot when you call me that," he grunted, reaching under him and into his back pocket. from there, he produced a pair of glasses you were unsure how they'd survived him sitting on them, and a singular condom.
he put the glasses on before handing you the wrinkled packet, blinking harshly a few times as he took you in once more.
"shit, you're even hotter when i can actually see you."
you giggled, ripping open the condom and kissing at the tip of his nose. his scrunch made you coo, but you were too turned on to acknowledge the adorable countenance of his face at that moment.
instead, you gripped at him, teasingly jerking at his length a few times. gathering some precum, you brought your hand back up to your lips, making a show of licking the essence off your fingers as you gazed down at him.
you could feel the poor thing vibrate with want under you, whining up at you with a petulant tone that would usually annoy you, but shamefully made you all the hornier at that moment.
"fuuuuck- kinda wanna fuck your mouth, but i reaaaallyyy need you to ride me right now, or i'm going to die. i'm so serious."
the exaggerated threat made you giggle. but you could not deny him (or yourself) any longer.
"don't worry, pretty boy." you mumbled against his lips, "i'll fuck you now."
he hissed out a 'yes,' which was immediately broken when you put your hands back on his dick to roll down the condom. a breath moan left him, and his head dropped against the back of the couch, hands tightening on your thighs.
"oh, fuuuuck- shit, babe- you're so fucking tight- wait, shit- don't- don't move yet!"
lowering yourself to the hilt, you sighed in pleasure. he filled you up so nicely, dick curving up slightly to the left and gracing right against a sensitive corner inside you that had you dropping your forehead against his. not squeezing around him took herculean effort, but you didn't want to force a good time to end so quickly.
he continued to groan and grunt under you, breath erratic and eyes a little crazy. it was hot how easily you were able to break him.
"this is like the sexiest break in i've ever done," he mumbled after a while, "but i'm scared to let you move, cause it feels like i'm gonna come within, like twenty-three seconds."
you were already frustrated. it'd only been a minute or so, but you were aching to fuck him. he'd gotten you a little bit of the way there by fingering you, but he seemed very adamant in knowing he wouldn't be able to fuck you all the way to orgasm.
still, you reallyyyyy wanted to ride him all the way to nirvana.
"you can just eat me out right after, okay? i really- i really wanna ride you. you're so fucking big- i need you to let me fuck you, okay?
spent, he nodded numbly up at you, groaning lightly at the very first squelch of your pussy around him. his eyes practically rolled back at your first grind.
"oh, god-"
"fuck, baby- you feel so perfect inside me."
his hips stuttered upward at your praise, a pathetic whimper leaving him in tandem.
you rode him harder, fingers digging in the muscle of his shoulders for support as you lost yourself in it. your movements were erratic, aided by his strong hold and the senseless thrusts of his hips from beneath you. the harsh slapping of skin made you wince, but it also tuned out any other distraction.
all you could think of was him and how good he felt, how deep he reached when you'd grind in a certain manner that had you both shuddering in pleasure. he was vocal in his bliss, sighing out curses with petnames mixed in between. he let pleasure take over him, humping into you with no finesse, simply on a desperate search for his peak.
when he came, it was with a high whine, a pathetic stutter of hips and a harsh dig of his nails into the meat of your thighs. the man shook and timbered below you, huffing in small puffs of breath to attempt to get his breathing regulated.
you continued to grind your hips, squeezing around him just to be mean (and maybe to hear the squeaky little whimpers he'd let out). if it hurt him, he did not stop you, simply looking up at you with those pleading eyes that only made your end come faster.
"please ... come, fuck- i need you to come- it hurts so fucking good."
he uttered such pleas as your high dragged you under. pulling you close, he engulfed you in his arms, eradicating any distance between you and messily humping his hips into yours despite the intense sensitivity he must've been feeling. the whimpers of pain he let out only made you all the more lightheaded.
pulling at his hair, you drew more and more sounds out of him. but he gave no complaint. no bite against his skin or nail digging into his muscles produced anything other than a pained cry of pleasure from the man.
"that was so fucking hot ... don't tell him i said this, but thank fucking god peacemaker dipped, cause that was the hottest shit i've ever done."
you rolled your eyes, but remained with your cheek pressed against his chest. his skin was too comfy for you to move away. you didn't care to defend peacemaker's honor anyway.
"can we, like, do this again sometime?"
you snickered, kissing his skin once, twice, before forcing yourself to pull away enough to look into his glass-rimmed eyes.
"you know where i live. window's open any time you want a repeat of tonight."
"fuck," he cursed, "give me five minutes and i'll give you a part two."
dividers by: @/diviniyae
warnings: 18+, suggestive, sort of continuation to this, fem!reader, post-canon, fluff, nudity, kissing, washing adam's hair, etc.
summary: a few days after adam's arrival at your cottage, you decide to take a venture out to your local well, hoping he'll let you take care of him there
wc: 2.4k
it'd been only a few days since that storm. the weather was finally pleasant enough for you to venture out of your cottage. winter was well underway, with the climate adjusting before the pearly flakes of snow began their descent.
the leaves had fallen from the trees by then, but the forest was still a beautiful sight to see. adam was quite well acquainted, you were certain. it made you sad as much as it made you happy that he had such familiarity with your surroundings.
his stay at your cottage had only been of a mere few days thus far, but you'd swiftly become far too accustomed to his presence to imagine ever living without him again. he'd become a comfortable shadow in your small abode, adorably following your every move and shyly looking down any time you'd look his way and smile at his company.
now that the weather was more agreeable, you'd decided to do an outing with your beloved. you were well aware you couldn't take him with you to the village โ not only because of the risk of him being spotted, but also for the fear he'd expressed of being around society. you responded to this with an understanding kiss to his cheek and a comforting pat to his head.
and so you opted to take him along with you as you took a trip down to a well nearby.
your cottage was hidden well inside the forest, and the well practically abandoned. no soul ever went around it other than yourself and perhaps a few deer.
you were certain adam had some awareness of it, having been your shadow for the past two months. it was your favorite spot to shower, meaning you made various trips to that destination in the past two months. you'd, however, never spotted him in those instances.
when you brought it up, you swore you could see a purple blush form on his cheeks as he looked away, his deep and gravely voice low as he responded.
"i did not want to intrude your privacy ... i would venture away in those moments."
it made you smile and kiss him for the tenth time that day.
walking side by side, you held his hand, flushing internally at the way in which his dwarfed yours. your thumb drew circles at the back of his hand, squeezing every so often and holding back a giggle when he'd experimentally squeeze back.
"where do you usually bathe?" you asked as you continued your trek.
he shifted, readjusting his grip on your bucket full of toiletries he'd insisted on carrying for you โ or more so, grabbed from your grip with a polite grunt and a small bow.
"there is a waterfall nearby," he started, "but i only possess water and shrubs. your bathing supplies appear of better condition."
it saddened you that he knew not of the basic pleasure that was bathing. you had a basin at home, but you so enjoyed your solitary trips to wash at the well. to adam, however, that was not an option. your basin was far too small, and up until his arrival at your cottage, he had been living in the exteriors of the forest.
despite your enjoyment of bathing outside, you made a mental note to ask your local welder about purchasing a larger basin. you'd also need a larger bed and sturdier chairs just in case.
"i shall wash your hair today, my love," you expressed excitedly, "all my toiletries are now for me to spoil my beloved with. i shall pamper you like you have been never before!"
the thought truly excited you. running your hands up and down the various ridges and scars decorating his body, lathering his handsome hair with some coconut soap you'd concocted on your own. you'd massage his sore muscles and kiss his calloused fingers. at last, you'd return at least a portion of the affection he'd been gifting you since before your mere awareness of him.
you'd already sewed together some better fitting breeches for him along with a comfortable tunic to replace his old raggedy one. you'd been hoping to surprise him with it upon your first meeting, but then the storm came and prevented you from properly pampering him in preparation for the clean and newly made apparel you'd readied for him.
but on this beautiful morning, you'd finally have an opportunity become fully acquainted with the entirety of his form, โ not that you hadn't thoroughly explored him in the comfort of your home for the past few days โ ridding him of the remnants of the exterior environment that had housed him for many months before your first sighting of him.
again, he blushed at your words, shyly squeezing your hand, "there is no need- i am content with keeping watch so you can enjoy your bathing activities."
shaking your head, you swung your intertwined hands like a jovial child, giggling when he hesitated to follow along.
"i have been aching to get my hands on you, adam. please do not deny me this pleasure."
bowing down shyly, he nodded softly, "anything you wish."
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the well was, as per usual, devoid of any living creature. surely there were critters roaming around, perhaps a fawn or two in the near distance, but you and your adam would remain unbothered by any unwanted intruders.
you itched with excitement, unable to control yourself as you practically hopped your way to the well with adam in tow. the climate was perfect; a rarity for the time of the year. it was unfortunate, but you would rarely take the trip down here during these months. it seemed adam had brought blessings along with him.
excitedly, you giggled, turning back to look at adam with a big grin adorning your lips. currently donning a plain cream dress and a matching corset underneath, you began to undress yourself piece by piece as you walked backwards, eyes teasing and focused on adam.
by then, his movements had slowly begun to come to a halt. his hands, stretched to the sides slightly, fingers flexing unnaturally in that manner that was very particular to adam.
once you were completely nude, you turned fully, with your back now facing him as you walked towards the water. there was a slight exaggeration to the swaying of your hips, and though it made you feel a bit scandalous, you could not help in wanting to cause an effect in him.
once at the far end of the well, you turned back around, now facing him and lowering yourself into the lukewarm water with a slight delay. your movements were slow and calculated, providing your beloved with a sight you hoped he enjoyed. your eyes narrowed in a teasing manner, almost as if daring the man.
"won't you come closer?" you asked, a slightly teasing tilt to your voice.
by then you were fully submerged in the clear water, collarbones peeking out just slightly, your nudity hidden by the water.
adam's steps continued now, obeying your words. stiff movements followed your previous path, seeking to eliminate any distance that had been created between you. there was conviction in his eyes, though mixed with some bashfulness.
before he could find his way at your side, feet settled before the sinking water, you spoke up once more.
"undress," you requested.
and he followed your instruction once again, albeit slow in his movements and shy. thus far, his state of undress had only been provoked by you. in the throes of passion, you'd been the only one to remove his garments the past few days. you'd been responsible for every move, every touch of skin. his previous experiences with human connection had been catastrophic, leaving him a shell devoid of trust or confidence. you'd been planning on remedying that.
as he undressed, your eyes were glued to him, running up and down the extensive length of his body. it made your mouth water. there was so much skin for you to kiss, to love. every new ridge of discolored skin or scarred patch you discovered only made you more enamored with him. these were things he did not comprehend, but you were willing to teach him of the ways in which he appeared in your eyes.
once he was undressed, you motioned over to him, having already gotten your hair damp and ready, hands prepared to wash off the many months of solitude from his form.
when he reached your depth, only half the length of his body was submerged, causing you to make your way to him silently and with a pleased smile, you began gathering water in your palms to get him fully wet. rather than to get him to crouch in order to get better access, you got on your tip topes, giggling at how little aid that did.
ever the gentleman, he lowered to your height, a small curve to his lips as he does. you massage his body with water, softly dropping water on his hair as he bows down to allow you better access. within moments, your attempts at getting him wet become the caressing of every ridge of his body. you softly traced at every scar, every mismatched patch of skin, joyful in the privilege of seeing his bare skin under the sunlight.
"so beautiful," you mumbled under your breath, eyes glazed as you gaze at every imperfection. they were all perfectly aligned, creating the patchwork of a body you wished to become incomparably familiar with.
adam's hands remained to his sides, fingers continuing that flexing motion they engaged in any time he was unsure of what to do. you would have been happy to have them on you at all times, but were fearful of scaring him away if you continued to be as forward as you'd been.
but even then, you could not help yourself in trailing your fingers all the way to his hair, now damp after you'd lightly massaged the water onto his matted locks. traveling a short path to the back of his head, you pulled him the rest of the way down in order to collect your lips.
that's when his hands finally made contact with your body, laid flat on your back to keep you pressed against him. it was a favorite of his, keeping you hostage in his hold. it made your heart swoon.
losing yourself in the kiss was one easy task. you'd learned a familiar dance together these past few days, with adam falling a willing victim to your kisses more often than not. the abnormally shaded blush found on his cheeks made you flush internally, knowing that your mere affections had such an effect on the purest creature you'd ever beheld.
your tongue chased his, falling into a rhythm which you'd learned he enjoyed. he'd purr against you, sighing and almost growling when the flicks of your tongue fell too intense. you'd moan against him, resolve easily melted by his sounds.
"i grow too distracted with you so close to me," you muttered, forcing yourself to pull away.
"i am at fault of that too."
"i shall wash you now," you decided, "hopefully i will be able to keep my hands at bay from any other illicit activities. but do not fret โ i will take the utmost care of my beloved."
again, he bowed slightly, smiling at you in that shy manner he had a tendency to do.
"you are too kind."
you waved him off with a lighthearted scoff, "nonsense. this is the least i can do for my protector."
with his help, you hopped on the edge the well, heightened up slightly and at the perfect stature for you to tower over him and reach his hair comfortably. you gestured at him to turn around, now with your legs hanging right by his shoulders and his head facing away in between your legs. the feel of the dirt and grass beneath your bare bottom was slightly uncomfortable, but you'd be able to wash it all off after you took care of your adam.
reaching over to your bucket, you pulled out some of your coconut soap, which you'd be using for the entirety of your bodies. after lathering it a little with some water, suds formed and you led them straight to his hair.
immediately, your fingers began to massage at his scalp, earning an sigh from the man below you. the tension from his shoulders visibly relaxed, and you beamed internally at being able to provide him with such relief.
"does it feel nice, my love?"
his breath stuttered, but he nodded, "it feels heavenly ... my- my love."
your heart soared at the term of endearment, and you couldn't help yourself in leaning down and pressing a wet kiss to his cheek. the man broke you with such little effort.
getting through every tangle without pulling or twisting at his hair was a difficult task, but once you painlessly managed your way through it, the softness of his locks truly revealed itself. despite being able to run your hands through it with minimal difficulty prior to your bath, the improvement was easily noticed. you were happy to know that this would bring him comfort โ and selfishly, that you could now braid and play with it to your heart's content.
the man continued to sigh and purr under your touch, especially so when you began washing off the soap and simply massaged the skin of his scalp. the tension was palpable, but so was the relief.
"you bring me unimaginable relief," he sighed out, "i cannot possibly repay you."
when you finally finished, you hoped off the edge, now back in the water as you stood in front of him once more.
"oh, you sweet boy," you coo'd, "kiss me and all shall be repaid."
with another blush, he nodded, obeying your instruction.
bathing one another became a task of soft and tentative touches. there was slight suggestion behind some, while others provided nothing but comfort. kisses were exchanged, as well as promises of love that felt far too hasty to share with a man you'd only met less than a full moon ago. but you said them all in earnest, taking in every single response of affection.
you kissed him and clothed him when it was all said and done, whispering promises of a comfortable life from now on. he'd be loved loudly and cared for shamelessly. you were joyful to provide him with such.
dividers by: @/uzmacchiato
unlovable
warnings: 18+, smut, fem!reader, post-canon, sexism, reader lives alone which makes no sense in the time period but we look past that!, reader has a cat and a brother for plot purposes, 1800s, self-hatred, a lot of worldbuilding, switch of povs, angst with a happy ending!!, accidental voyeurism, masturbation (f), cumming untouched, monster sex, virgin!reader, virgin!adam, p in v sex, dry humping, etc.
summary: after victor's passing, adam finally forgives himself, but continues to be ostracized by society. once again, he ventures out, this time taking on the role of a watchful shadow near a lonely girl's shed, praying to a god he doesn't believe in he can at least keep her safe.
wc: 10.5k
it had taken a few days of endless walking for adam to find his way back to habitable land.
acceptance had been a difficult task to confront throughout his journey, with him unable to truly forgive himself in the way he had promised his creator. forgiveness was something innate he had felt deep within him from the moment of his conception, yet he could not understand how to afford himself such grace.
the wind and storms he fought against on his way to refuge had been nothing but a small nuisance in comparison to his endless internal turmoil. now that victor was gone, adam had truly lost all he had once known. all that remained was a never-ending journey of wandering until he found his next temporary home.
it came sooner than expected. four days, five nights, and adam had found what he believed to appear like a familiar sight.
the small cottage, secluded from all else, looked eerily similar to one he had once called home. it brought horrid memories, made him retract to himself as his heavy steps towards it continued.
despite his better judgment, he continued his path. his body ached for rest. it had not known peace for moths, not as it continued chasing after his creator, not after it delivered torturous harm to victor in his aim to make him listen. it had been months since he'd last laid to rest, surviving on minimal rations of food and attempting to overcome the frigid weather.
he did not allow himself to ponder on the consequences of his presence. he entered the empty shed next to the cottage, extracted heart pounding as if it were his own as he walked in, steps familiar to those he'd taken right before meeting his first friend.
thoughts of the old man plagued him as he left the warmth consume him. his tired limbs dropped down, body laid in defeat inside the empty refuge as emotions began to overtake him. he patted his head in an attempt to comfort himself, traced his own cheeks in a similar fashion as to how elizabeth had done, but none of it brought him true peace.
emotionally hurt and physically maimed, adam allowed sleep to overtake him. fear was not something he truly knew, โ not from others, only towards himself โ so the ability to mind any possible dangers that could've been near had left him long ago. he hadn't bothered to check for inhabitants of the cottage, nor had he truly minded if he awoke to a shriek and yet another attempt on his life. he hoped the next one would be the decisive one, but let his eyes fall shut knowing that would not be the case.
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slight commotion arose him early in the next morning. his ears had grown attuned to the smallest of noises, his body usually able to travel whilst he avoided creating these noises on his own. his steps fell silent, unlike those of the owner of the cottage.
from his secluded corner in the shed, he had no view of whoever was on the other side of the wall that connected the two structures. the low sound of their steps didn't tell him enough, didn't inform him of the sort of reaction he'd get if he were to make his presence known.
from his limited experiences, he'd come to know that men had a more brusque reaction to his existence, often opting to attack and attempt on his life. women, on the other hand, usually shrieked in terror, terrified of what the monster might do to them.
even the reminder was enough to make him shiver. despite growing used to such treatment, it never became easier. the loneliness slowly ate up at him, amplified now that he knew that every person he ever esteemed was gone from this earth; each being somehow at his own hand.
his thoughts were interrupted by the sudden knock of a wooden door, followed by a few harsher steps and the consequent screech of hinges. he rushed to the door of his refuge, peeking through the small opening that allowed him view of the entrance of the cottage. it was a reminiscent act.
there, he was met with the back of a body. a male, victor's age, or perhaps a little older based on the limited view he had of his side profile.
but the man was of little consequence to adam. it was the person standing before him that caught his attention, that caused his breath to catch and his mouth to open in a silent gasp.
it was a woman. her body was adorned with a dress, one of lesser quality than those he recalled seeing elizabeth don. even from the small distance, her hair appeared soft, as did her skin. he could feel the texture of her touch even as he grew unfamiliar with human contact in general. he found himself reminiscing on the feeling, aching for it without meaning to.
there was an immediate effect in seeing you, in seeing the worry in your eyes. there was fear in them too, as you looked to the strange man who'd come knocking on your door. it caused an immediate reaction in adam. it pained him to see it, made him want to remedy it, created that monstrous feeling inside him he had let fester upon his wish to take revenge against his creator.
that same rage had died as soon as he'd forgiven his maker, ultimately forgiving himself too.
but that look in your eyes, it brought it back.
"why must you chase me into my home to bother me so?" were the first words adam ever heard from you.
there was a desperate whisper in your words. he wanted to hear more, but wished for the distress to leave your tone.
"it's early in the morning, it's most improper for you to be here-" you continued, interrupted.
the man took a confident step forward as he spoke, your flinch at his proximity either going unnoticed by him, or simply uncared for. his voice carried a similar air to confidence as did his demeanor. adam was unfamiliar with such a feeling.
"you must know all forms of impropriety, must you not? living alone, nearing the age of a spinster, hiding out from proper society," he began, voice a bark as he went on, "the village speaks of your impropriety, of the malice you must carry chasing away your one and every suitor. you should consider yourself lucky i remain one of the last willing to conform with your sinking stature in society."
suitor.
adam had heard of such a term a few times before. the various books he'd read during that winter spent with the old man had spoken of romances, as he'd called them โ they delved into these ideas.
spinsters, suitors, courtship. the terms ranged from unfamiliar to not, but somehow he still understood. society had levels, standards to be upheld. he understood his place in society, finding himself alone at its best hidden corner.
but you? a lonesome woman, carrying beauty as you did, it made no sense to adam that you'd receive such tactless treatment from this unknown man. and against all prior experience, he found himself immediately understanding why you'd chase away suitors such as this one. victor didn't deserve elizabeth in the same manner that this man didn't deserve you.
you lived alone, he understood by then. your separation from society was a personal choice, as stated by the man. adam had a hard time understanding why one would wish to condemn themselves to loneliness. it'd haunted him from the day of his conception, promising him a life of secluded misery. but he did not dare judge you, not when your peace was disrupted in the way he was currently witnessing.
you cleared your throat, hands gripping at your door, keeping it from fully opening in some form of defense against outside dangers. adam wished to rid you of this danger, be it a man, a wolf, a monster such as himself.
"i do not wish to marry a man in search for the hefty dowry my brother intends to settle. i will live alone until i find a suitor who may carry the burden of life with me, not one who may add to it. i ask you to leave me to my recluse state," you mustered out.
though your voice wavered slightly, adam sat in awe at the commanding tone your voice had taken. this was a choice. your loneliness was the result of undeserving company. this, he could understand. it sparked a hope inside him, one ridiculous and dim, that perhaps he could be worthy to keep you company.
he clenched his fist and lightly tapped it against his temple upon the mere thought. such things were not meant for him. he was not supposed to allow his imagination to take him there.
the man scoffed, making adam frown. he did not want things to escalate. he'd be forced to act, to ensure your safety while giving himself away. he'd be recreating painful memories in the name of a woman he'd only just met. one that had no awareness of his existence (and was better off as is).
"you wench-" he huffed, "i will only hold so much patience for your insolence! your good breeding will only bend a man so much! i will give you until the end of the season, or you shall meet the consequences!"
there was a slight feeling to his words that struck adam. the threats, the lack of understanding. it brought him back to his every engagement with his maker. it made him recoil in your name while also causing that fury burning in him to grow.
upon his last words, the man marched away, huffing as he left you standing there, eyes wide and breath heavier than it'd been upon first opening your door. adam disliked the deterioration in your demeanor.
when you closed the door, you sighed and went further into your home, causing adam to silently chase after you from within the cottage. he crawled akin to the creature that he was and followed the sound of your movements through the wall. he was fortunate to find various ridges along the walls that allowed him a view upon your person.
there, he was met with your form as you walked further inside. you looked crestfallen, peace disturbed and demeanor low.
suddenly, a small figure jumped down from a surface out of adam's view. it crawled on all fours, heading in your direction. despite its sudden appearance startling adam, it looked inoffensive enough to not spark worry in him.
"god, it- i cannot believe he followed me here, kitty! this place grows less and less safe with the passing of days," you spoke to the creature, not pausing as you if you expected no response, "perhaps the presence of a man would help. i continue to struggle to cut the wood that keeps us warm- and the wolves will begin their return as winter rolls around. the men may also stop coming around if i take in a suitor of my own, but," you rambled, suddenly passing and letting your body slump back on a wooden chair, "there is no kind soul in that village who i could possibly gift myself to."
the critter looked to you quizzically, emitting a soft sound that formed a smile on your face.
"you are right, kitty. the one will come. i just need to keep us afloat in the meantime."
the critter made its sound once more, drawing a laugh out of you. it made adam's heart stutter.
foolishly, he caught himself drawn to you. his affections immediately grew, heart soaring for your lamentations, aching to remedy each and every one.
from that day on, adam selfishly remained hidden in your emptied shed. the circumstance made his heart ache, far too similar to the days in which he cared for the old man and his family. the aftermath of such events drew a saddened sigh out of him.
but, even then, he could not bring himself to put his feelings above yours.
you were his to care for, he'd decided. he'd be selfish. he'd aid you without your knowledge, foolishly hoping that one day he could provide you with the same protections a suitor would.
with the passing of weeks, you felt his presence.
at the beginning, you were unsure as to the source of the sudden aid in your daily life. small tasks were completed before you could even ponder in taking charge.
the wood was consistently cut and laid upon your doorstep, your cow thoroughly milked, eggs from your chickens gathered, wolves out of sight.
and, somehow, visits from suitors had seized for the time being.
on your occasional voyages to the village, you'd continue to receive attention from the men seeking your hand. your brother allowed you to look past them, to stay in the small manor isolated from all other society as you awaited for a suitor of your liking. you were lucky in that regard, but the incessant proposals did unnerve you any time you made your way back to society.
it had, however, been a while since that particular nuisance had followed you back home.
whispers of a strange presence began to circulate shortly after the various improvements to your life mysteriously arrived. you didn't care for town gossip (as it pertained to your person on occasion), but this in particular had caught your attention.
the tale told of a lumberjack. a hunter, maybe? or perhaps a lonely traveler. it spoke of the trails of dead wolves, the series of chopped down trees and sudden lack of fish in the pond near the village โ at this, you recalled the basket made of twigs you'd found outside of your home full of fish, the lack of wolves, the perfectly chopped wood.
it was after that you truly noticed him; a shadow tethering around the edges of your brother's secluded property.
nary a soul wandered about these parts, with you being its sole inhabitant.
you'd awoken one early morning before the sun had risen. and when you wandered inside your home, you'd found yourself at your window, peeking out and finding a peculiar sight in the near distance.
a large figure covered by various layers of mismatched hide sulked around, chopping wood from trees a few meters off your land. the distance, combined with his face coverings, did not allow you a proper look at your mysterious angel, but you did not need a better look to become enamored by him.
you watched from afar for a small while, saw him go from task to task without as much as breaking a sweat. he gathered water from a well, picked berries, collected wood, somehow managed to milk your stubborn cows, ultimately dropping off every collected item just near enough to your home that there'd be no confusion as to who the collection was meant for.
the figure was big, overwhelmingly so. his brown locks covered the small amount of freed skin upon his face, keeping his eyes mostly out of sight. but in the few instances you managed to catch a glimpse, you couldn't bring yourself to look away.
there was a peculiar shine to one of his eyes, glowing in the same manner kitty's did late into the night. but even this strange feature did not deter you. his heart shone through his actions, his demeanor decided yet dejected. it made you ache inside. you wanted nothing more but to lure him into your home, to take him in and show him your gratitude in whichever manner felt proper upon having him in your vicinity.
his acts of kindness were acted upon with a selfless nature. there was no way for you to catch onto who took such good care of you, resulting in his work going thankless. it made your heart soar, made you ache to open your home to him and make him your official caretaker; to care for him in return.
you felt shame burn through you then.
it was entirely improper how you felt towards the unknown man. you did not know him from adam. but even then, the feelings flowering within you were there. no man, no being had ever cared for you in such a way. your parents, long gone, did not respect you enough to give you independence (which, unfairly, most ladies did not possess). your brother, although he allowed your liberty in the small abode secluded from society, did not show much care past that. the many suitors chasing after you held no respect for you, guided by a mixture of lust and a greed for your dowry.
this man, however, did not know you. he was a recluse, maybe even more so than you. he aided you, expecting no thanks in return. your every fear of danger had alleviated solely due to him. you felt a greed towards him that you never had before.
that emptiness within you dissolved with the passing days. ever since that first day you'd spotted him from a distance, you'd fallen for him. he was the wholeness you'd been aching for ever since fleeing the nuisances proper society provided you with.
you did not wish to scare him away, unknowing of the proper manner in which to approach his person. but you could not take any risks.
his demeanor alone told you about his past wounds. he carried himself guarded, body slumped over in needless shame, shy approach to friendship as he kept himself hidden from you.
what had broken you the most had been an instance mere days ago.
you'd taken up to watching him through your window, โ only allowing yourself a few minutes in order to conceal your knowledge of him lest you scare him away โ cooing at the way he'd approach your cows, how he'd occasionally have a trail of bunnies or rodents following him around.
it was during one of these early mornings that he'd accidentally knocked over a pole near your corral. his flinch broke your heart, the small, almost inaudible whimper leaving his lips destroyed your insides. the hurry in which he went to fix his error made you itch to run to him, to assure him that an accident was not deserving of his broken up demeanor, that he'd saved you every single day and that he could undo it all and you'd still take him into the warmth of your home.
but you remained inside, fighting with yourself about how you could approach such a delicate creature without scaring him away.
you wished to hear of every hurt he'd been through during his days alone, aching to remedy the furrow of his brow, to annihilate every aggressor he'd met in his life.
adam was ashamed.
weeks upon weeks, he'd remained in your shed, a consistent shadow in your life.
although your lonesome life was quieter than what he'd grown accustomed to while watching over the old man's family, he enjoyed the company you unknowingly offered him. your one-sided conversations with your cat (a creature he had only then become familiar with) proved to be all the interaction he needed. he listened intently, hanging onto your every word and finding a smile forming on his face at your mere voice.
his immediate infatuation with you worried him at first, made him bow down in shame and occasionally deny himself the ability to see you by venturing into the woods after finishing the tasks he'd been taking up to aid you.
adam took care of your every duty, tricking himself into thinking that he'd become the man you'd hoped to find many moons ago. he kept you warm and safe, warding off the men who chased after you by laying the lifeless bodies of the wolves he'd killed along the path to your secluded home.
you rarely went into the village, which allowed adam to keep you all to himself. he was unsure of the reason why you secluded yourself as such while also expressing your loneliness to your furry companion day after day. but adam could not bring himself to complain. it only meant he could live in his wicked fantasy a little longer.
in his mind, you were his. he'd never let you in on his acts of kindness, continuing to keep himself hidden from you as he aided you in the shadows. he kept you safe from outside dangers and from the ugliness found in his person.
he feared for a meeting between you. there had been a limited amount of people who'd ever shown him kindness, with each and every last one having fallen to their demise due to his carelessness.
despite elizabeth's affectionate eyes, the old man's friendship, and victor's remorse, adam still saw himself as an offense to humanity. every other being he'd come across had ensured to reassure him of this fact. he could only convince himself that you'd feel the same.
but even then, he was selfish.
selfishly, he ensured you remained his, all while fostering that senseless hope that you'd offer him the warmth he dreamed of every time he'd see you through the walls of your homely abode.
his shame reached a crescendo sometime over a month into his stay in your shed.
a lone creak along the wall allowed his eyes to tend to you as you slept. he denied himself of this sight more nights than not. it felt disrespectful, a disruption in the privacy you so desired. he felt dirty and intrusive.
still, he allowed himself such a view on occasion.
tonight had been different than most other nights.
he watched over you, pleased in the sight of your preparations for your deserved slumber. you'd pat at your cat, causing adam to do the same in hopes of mimicking the feeling. you'd kiss it and nuzzle against it, making him ache for the same treatment. and lastly, you'd huddle under your warm covers, bed large enough for a companion, but remaining halfway empty.
but instead of your usual routine, instead of laying your head to rest on your warm pillow, you scoot back, sitting back against your bedframe.
adam could see the expanse of your room, with the shed allowing him a view of your living room and bedroom depending on where in the shed he squatted. he'd usually follow your movements throughout the day, allowing you more privacy whenever you'd remain in your personal quarters.
from where he sat, he had direct view of the side of your bed, of the expanse of your body as you laid to rest. you'd usually face in his direction as you slept; one of the only proofs he had of a god providing him with at least the smallest of joys.
beneath the covers, your hand traveled, the back of your head tipping back against your bed frame. ruffles could be heard, making adam tilt his head in curiosity.
when your breath caught, chest going up and down with a heavy breath, adam began to worry. were you in pain? was something causing you agony? his heart picked up, nervous he would be witness to some malady and be unable to help you, lest he worsen the situation.
a sound left you then. it was soft, delicate. it made his breath catch in his throat, his intake of oxygen halt. adam could not comprehend what was happening under the sheets, the view hidden from him beneath your bedding, but he realized then that it was not pain.
the sounds continued, each more enticing than the last. adam's body reacted without his permission, goosebumps forming along his skin, mouth agape as he continued to watch. the shame in him grew beyond its bounds, but his body was overcome with an unfamiliar warmth forming just south of his chest.
he worried his body was defective, what with the way it had come to be. but then he continued to look at you, realizing that the sounds leaving your lips were the result of your actions against your pelvis โ the same region of his body that was burning at that moment.
the sight was captivating, driving madness within him, but he could not understand why. it created a conflicting feeling in him. it was a mixture of shame and greed. he felt he must be punished for such emotions.
he'd seen husband and wife engage one another in the bedroom, knew somewhat of the steps of courtship, of the human need for companionship. but this was incomprehensible.
the husband and wife in the old man's shed. he'd seen them make these sounds, he'd seen them lose themselves under the sheets, ashamed as he witnessed it and bowing down in shame. he'd looked away after that, keeping away from that room whenever those tell tale signs would present themselves.
but you were alone. you made those sounds, you lost yourself under the sheets, but you had no companion. there was no husband receiving the gift of procreation from you. you were not a wife gifting it to someone. adam could not understand.
you wept, cries mixed with breathless sighs as your body contorted against your mattress. he felt his anatomy engage with you even without your touch. he felt those same sounds threatening to escape him. it all burned, begging for relief.
could it be that he was the husband? were you the wife, causing this effect on him even without your own awareness?
he wanted to ask you. to march into that room and ease those cries, to make them louder, to direct them at him. he couldn't bring himself to ease his own ache, undeserving of the effect you had on him. but he could feed the desire he had to accomplish your pleasure.
it reached a crescendo after some moments. it drove him to an edge that had been unknown until that moment. he felt his middle tense before reaching a peak, calming down again after a few moments. there was warmth pooling at him, staining his dirty clothes even further.
the shame remained there, but he managed to push it aside as he watched the heaving of your chest come to a halt. he hated himself, but loved the fluttering of your eyes as you finally reached slumber once more.
he remained there, loathing his existence, becoming enemies with the way in which he'd tainted you without your knowledge.
but sleep took over him then too.
-
your feelings remained unpredictable, and quite frankly, mortifying.
madness tugged at you, making you seek out the mysterious man more often than reasonable. you'd become well acquainted with his schedule, watching him from afar every early morning as he'd get up.
his mere figure in the distance made warmth pool within you. the muted grunts you would occasionally hear when he'd take on a particularly hefty task left you breathless. you ached to run your hands through his hair, to drag him to the well and bathe him, to do things respectable women were too ashamed of to even imagine.
you'd come to find you weren't a respectable woman. it had been reiterated countless times throughout your life, sometimes delivered in screams provided by your parents, other times in hushed whispers along a village that had all but ostracized you.
but now you had a companion. the whispers of the unknown did not matter any longer. there was one who was meant for you, waiting for you to take him in, to overcome the fear and make him your own.
or perhaps that was a fear for him to overcome.
you'd found traces of him at your shed.
it was mostly abandoned, not being of any use of you as the spacious abode housed you and your cat well enough. but when you'd come to the realization of the refuge he'd been taking in there, you thanked any power above for its existence.
from then on, you could only assume that he kept close watch over you. you'd found creaks along the walls, tracing them with your fingers, now aware that this was how he knew and predicted your every need, never once disturbing you as he fulfilled duties that brought no benefit to him.
it should've terrified you, but in only drew you in further.
and, unable to help yourself, your body responded to his presence.
it was shameful, an act that required rightful reprimand. but as you touched yourself, hoping he found himself on the other side of that wall, you reached your end with thoughts of him in your mind.
that long hair, those dark, mismatched eyes. they were enough to drive your imagination afloat.
you imagined those deep, animalistic groans directed at you. you pictured that large frame hovering over you. you thought of the calloused feel of his hands along your soft skin. and as your body responded, you fell into deep slumber, only to see him again in your dreams.
adam could not bring himself to stay away even after that shameful night. he could not keep himself away from you even if he tried.
he'd grown selfish as time passed. he sought atonement with life, but only found himself under your unknowing watch. perhaps you were the reward for his long journey of forgiveness for his maker. or perhaps you'd end up his ruin.
the winter days arrived quicker than expected, gifting adam with even more tasks to partake in around your cottage. this, he did not mind. it gave him a sense of purpose. taking care of you had become his lifeline.
but then arrived the snow storms.
staying hidden in your abandoned shed had proved to be a challenge. two months had passed, and he was yet to be discovered. you'd expressed no hint of knowledge as to his presence, only occasionally ranting to your cat about how happy you'd been these past few months, how safe you felt.
he worried you would come to know of him, well aware that you noticed his every task, but grateful for your lack of acknowledgement. he ached for your praise, but feared your contact.
the snow storms made it more difficult to remain in that empty shed. the cold began to get to him, the snow piling up and accumulating at the small opening of the shed, making the frigid weather enter the small space.
the large wooden doors fought against the wind, a losing battle that rattled the hinges and created an awful noise that filled adam with dread. were they to come loose, you'd awaken and run to the shed. the imminent danger of his discovery clawed at him.
he pondered the possibilities. the thought of running off into the storm made him flinch. he'd spent countless nights running from the cold, finally finding a peaceful refuge in your shed. the reminiscent pain of frostbite, however temporary, prevented him from taking this path.
but your discovery of him would destroy the fantasy he'd created for himself. it would break the soulful bond he'd convinced himself he needed to protect.
the decision was made for him as the wind continued to pick up.
the slamming of the wooden doors became too much, and he was not afforded enough time to check whether you remained asleep before the doors opened with a hard thrust against the wall, the sudden movement aided by the strength of the wind.
suddenly, your familiar figure appeared on the other side of those doors, donning your usual sleeping gown and wearing a worried expression on your face. the shock he expected was absent, as you looked to him as if you had been expecting his presence.
"come! it's much too cold. you will freeze to death, please come," you pleaded as you held onto the door, a sturdy surface to ensure the wind didn't waver your stance.
but even with the strong winds, you stretched a hand out to him, eyebrows furrowed with worry and eyes filled with hope he'd take your hand. he couldn't believe it was happening, fully convinced the cold had gotten to him, that he'd fallen into deep slumber after succumbing to the frigid weather.
still, he took some shy steps, allowing his hand to interlock with yours as your thumb ran through his dry knuckles. you guided him the short meters between your door and the shed, letting the wind slam your door shut after your entrance.
the homely ambience inside your humble abode was just as he'd imagined. the lights were warm and the internal climate felt like a pleasant embrace. adam could have dropped to his knees at your mercy.
adam could not grow too comfortable, however. he couldn't bring himself to accept that this was happening. his fear of your anger, of your fright, it was all too strong.
remaining stagnant by the door, he stood there, hands at his sides, itching to hold onto something for peace of mind. his form was slouched, his head downcast so his mane could hide the small amount of skin that remained uncovered on his face. his face coverings were still intact, as were the various layers of fur covering his body. but he still felt shame that you may see his eyes โ those of a beast, those of a killer.
you walked straight inside, throwing one of the many pieces of wood adam had left at your doorstep into the fire and mending to it a bit. adam simply watched, ready for you to turn around and demand he take his leave as soon as the storm calms down.
when you turned around, you did so slowly. your eyes were downcast, not meeting his. your hands played with one another in front of your gown, bunching at a piece of fabric as you looked down at the floor. two light steps were taken towards him, causing him to swallow.
you cleared your throat, voice wavering slightly, "should you like a warm drink? you must be freezing."
his eyes met yours, breath bated as he looked to see if he had heard you correctly. he remained silent, looking down once more instead of responding.
"i'm sorry ... did i frighten you by storming in so hastily?" you murmured, "i apologize. it was not my intention. please- be comfortable. you are more than welcome to be here. the storm made me worried for your safety."
as you spoke, you walked further inside, not minding adam's stagnant stance by the door. the howls of winter could still be heard from outside, but that appeared to be the least of your concerns.
even with no answer from him, you stepped into your small kitchen, โ an unfamiliar area of your house he had no way of viewing from his place in the shed โ pouring some milk into a cauldron before settling it on a surface atop the fire. in your hands you held two identical mugs, making his heart skip a beat at the thought that one of them could possibly be for him.
he remained quiet, guilt drawing within him at the way in which your demeanor continued to mimic his silence. there were no words he felt were safe, so the decision to say none was made.
he could see you hesitate as you finished warming up the milk, slowly approaching him with an outstretched hand that held a warm mug. a bashful nod from you was enough to make him take the small weight off your hand.
again, you hesitated before speaking, but you offered him a small smile as you do so. it is hard for him to focus with you so close, with all that has occurred in the past ten minutes since you rescued him from the frigidness of your shed.
"i know you," you began, tone unsure. you set your cup down to gesticulate with your hands, "you are the man who has taken care of me for months, are you not? the one who resides in my shed," adam could not help but flinch slightly at this, breath catching, heart pounding, "i do not mean to be intrusive or accusatory in my observation!" you lifted your hands in surrender, "i just- i mean to express my gratitude to you, kind sir. i ... i have tried to make prior contact, but i grew too fearful of causing a fright and drawing you away. i also feel immense guilt at allowing you to aid me so โ without me ever offering anything in return."
adam stood there, unknowing of what to do. it dawned on him as you spoke. he'd been aware that his presence had been suspected, but had not realized that you were so acutely aware of his proximity. he had deluded himself into believing his haunting presence had been a well-kept secret, that you lived unaware of his residency in your property.
with his silence, you continued, offering him the expression of what he believed to be shame. as you spoke, you took a few more steps, causing him to take a step back and for his back to meet the door behind him.
"kind sir, please ... i wish to repay you for your aid. i ... i know you have watched me through those walls- that you have wandered along the edge of my refuge, wishing for my lack of knowledge-"
the sudden exposure of his heinous acts was too much for adam to take. he could not process your words any longer.
his fingers flexed, itching to wrangle at something to calm his nerves. his skin burned, all while goosebumps formed. his hair stood, his eyes ached. everything was over once again. you had the naive decency to allow him to stay while the harsh storm made its way past your home, too good, too sweet for him to comprehend. but he knew that this was it. his false hopes for something more, for ownership of your heart and a gift of his in return, it was all finished.
without realizing it, the mug tumbled from his fingers, crashing down on the wooden floor and causing him to flinch. his long arms went to cover his face as his back tumbled against the door in an attempt to protect himself. a whimper left his lips, eyes shut in preparation for the punishment to his careless behavior.
but the scream never came. neither did the blow.
instead, your voice halted, and a feather-light weight landed on his arm, touch so light and soft that it was practically non-existent.
he turned his face then, lowering his arms, going back to his tall stance as his confused eyes searched for yours.
in you, he found deep sadness. it rivaled that of his own.
mouth agape, you sniffled once before swallowing. now with a moistened throat, you spoke again, this time with an even softer tone of voice.
"who hurt you?" you whispered.
it made his breath catch yet again. specially so when your hand went up to feel at his skin through the coverings that remained on his face.
without a word, your thimble fingers went to softly pull at it, eyes swimming back and forth between the space covering his mouth and his uncovered eyes. your gaze plead for permission, and he could not muster it in himself to not grant it.
once you uncovered him, he closed his eyes, bowing his head down in shame. but this only made you cup his cheek and and nudge him into looking into your eyes once more. your other hand traced at the various scars occupying his face. he felt ashamed you had to see him.
"oh ... you carry sadness in your eyes. were you hurt?" you breathed out.
your eyes were heavy, focused on his lips for a moment too long. it caused for adam's heartbeat to pick up. by the time your eyes trailed back up to his, he was already beyond affected.
your warm fingertips continued to softly trace at his skin, eyes not once showing any trace of disgust or fear at the sight of him. there was affection in you he had not met since the loss of elizabeth. and there was something more he was incapable of understanding.
"please- i ache to hear your voice. you are safe here, my protector. i will not let harm find you," you promised.
mustering out all the courage in his form, adam chocked out a response, fearful that the naturally scornful tone of his voice would not betray your kindness.
"i ... i am not hurt."
your eyebrows curled, a small smile forming in your lips. he felt your hands cup at his cheeks, thumbs caressing at his skin, ignoring any scar in their path.
"oh ... your voice. i have dreamt of your voice for endless nights," you sighed, "and your name, sir? please. i ache to know."
he hesitated, but responded, demeanor still slightly dejected, "adam."
when you responded with yours, he felt at ease. it was as beautiful as your form. he wanted to sound it out, and could not help himself in doing so. your response was the dulcette sound of a giggle, which caused adam's lips to slightly twitch into half a smile.
adam could not believe his ears. his surroundings were a blur, the storm outside fully forgotten. he ached to touch you, to have his hands reach out and engulf you in his hold. your every touch provoked this greed within him that had been born the moment he'd laid eyes on you. the shame continued to be there, but every word from your lips alleviated such feeling.
his wretched acts came flooding back then. every moment spent watching you without permission, the nights in which he dreamt of you, insulting your soul by attaching it to his own. he remembered that night in which he betrayed your intimacy, loathing himself for the disrespect he'd laid upon you.
you'd inferred your knowledge of his actions, but he was certain you knew not of the extent of his delusions about you.
"i have insulted you," he began, shameful. he began to part from your touch, but you did not budge, drawing a confused grunt from him, "i have overstayed my welcome. do not allow me to aid in your discomfort any longer-"
"you confuse my worry for disdain, sir," you began, hands trailing down from his face to the length of arms, grasping onto his glove-less hands and bringing them up to your own cheek. adam shudders at this, "there is nothing i wish for more than your company. any affection you may feel towards me, i return tenfold. you, my savior ..." you paused, eyes drawing away in bashfulness, "you have earned my heart," at this, you brought one of his hands to your lips, kissing the cold knuckles softly, "you have earned my soul- every part of me is yours. please tell me you share my affections."
adam could not think, could not speak. this cruel joke stole his breath. you looked to him with eyes he was unfamiliar with. with a warmth he could not understand.
yet he knew this could be nothing more than a cruel joke. he held his breath, unable to respond as you continued to stare up at him with that same unfamiliar affection in your gaze. his hands remained warm due to the soft kisses you'd continued to press against his broken skin.
unaware of how to respond, he stayed silent, breath bated and lips agape. he did not know his silence would cause further acknowledgement from you, but even if he had, he would not have been prepared for what you did in response.
slowly, you guided his arms to your hips, your own settling on his shoulders before leaning up. your face came close to his, breath intermingling with his own for a mere few seconds before the distance was closed.
his lips, already open, received yours. he remained still, not reciprocating, as he did not know what to do. everything stood still as your lips engaged with his stilled ones, as the softness of yours intermingled with the rough touch of his.
and then you made that sound again. that same sound from that night. the one that made him discover an entirely new aspect of humanity he did not feel worthy of ever experiencing.
the mere memory of that night made him flush. it had him closing his lips against yours, following the rhythm of your own as best as he could. his arms, which you had rested on your hips, trailed up to your back, remaining flat there as he pressed you against him. he received a pleased noise from you in return. he made of his own in response.
your hands reached his hair, fingers interlocking with it as your lips continued their battle against his. adam was left at your mercy, breathless in his attempt to return your every affection. his body burned in the same way it had that night.
"oh, adam..." you sighed into his lips, the grip of your hands on his hair still soft, but wanting.
upon further opening his lips, your tongue suddenly sought entrance into his mouth, causing a gasp to escape him. it searched for his own, tangling with it and drawing it out to intertwine. adam knew not how to kiss you like this, but he ached for you, and so he allowed you to teach him.
every touch of lips, every wet flick of tongues, it drove adam to madness. his palms ran up and down your back, small yet animalistic grunts leaving his lips when you'd tease at his tongue, when you'd trace at his lips with your teeth.
when you pulled away, he found himself out of breath, but still seeking out more. he wished for no distance between your bodies ever again. the need to keep you attached to him grew animalistically.
against his lips, you remained, breathing heavily into them. your eyes grew heavy, filled with what he believed to be lust. this was also unfamiliar to him, incomprehensible that you'd feel such a thing for a beast like himself.
you were out of breath as you spoke again, but you refused to create distance between your bodies. your chest remained pressed to his, uncaring of the juxtaposition between your soft sleeping gown and the endless layers of rough hide he wore.
"allow me- i must bed you," you rasped out. there was desperation in your voice, "i have saved myself for my beloved ... and that is you, adam. i am certain of it."
the bewildered look in your eyes penetrated deep within him. the madness inside him only grew, that monster begging that he allow himself the pleasures of the flesh โ those same pleasures he'd only become acquainted with due to your proximity.
but he could not allow it. you knew not of the monstrosity hiding behind the drapes around his body. seeing his disfigured face may have not disturbed you, but had you known his past, his origin, the every other detail of his body composed of a charnel house, you would have decreed him the monster that he was.
any other suitor of yours could provide you with your deserved future. he would remain a monster, a waif to society. you'd live a recluse due to him; attached to a man who was not truly a man.
he could not take the gift of your virtue away โ the gift he'd heard of in the endless novels he'd read to the wise old man; his friend, โ not under false pretenses, not under any circumstance.
"i cannot allow this," he pulled away slightly, "you do not want me. what you see, โ this scarred face, this broken exterior โ it plagues my entire being. my body, my skin, my soul. it is all made of endless decay, my creator ensured as much. i will not oblige you to engage with such a monster."
his tone was gruff, serious. he hoped not to scare you, but perhaps that's what would be necessary in order to ward you away.
still, he could not bring himself to separate his arms from your hold. not when yours remained on him.
you shook your head, eyebrows furrowed and expression determined. a look of offense took over your features. your hands made their path down his chest, fingers trailing their way to the lapels of his fur, slowly disrobing him of it. layer after layer, he allowed you to disrobe, ashamed, yet unable to deny himself of your touch.
once he remained in his sole trousers, your eyes wandered down to the expanse of his chest. your fingers, curious, trailed his every scar, finding the various discolorations contouring his body and expressing nothing but awe.
leaning in close, you pressed a kiss to his chest, trailing slow pecks towards his heart. he knew well of the heightened speed of his heart. it was its natural reaction to your affections.
"you speak of a monster, yet i see no such thing," you spoke, "you speak of a scarred face, a broken body, yet i care not for such thing. what i see is the most uniquely beautiful creature i have ever beheld," your voice was decisive, with some fury hidden behind it, "i mean no offense, but your creator is a fool to hold such beliefs."
he couldn't help the small smile forming on his lips after that.
"was," he found himself correcting, but the ghost of a smile was still on his lips.
you smiled back at him, hands still absentmindedly tracing his skin, "i apologize."
he shook his head to himself, head bowing down yet again, "no, i apologize- i must-"
"you must kiss me again," you interrupted.
"i ... i cannot allow you to-"
"i beg of you, adam," you whispered out, "i ache for my protector, for my beloved," you sighed out, nosing his chin as your lips approached his once more, "take me out of my misery and allow me to gift myself to you. allow us to be forever bonded."
adam shared very few of the characteristics of men, and weakness appeared to be one of them, as he could not find it within himself to deny you. his body ached for you, as did his soul. your eyes, your words, they spoke truth. his soul was already intertwined with yours, drawn in from your very first meeting.
he could not deny your pleas, could not deny himself of your soul that ached for his as much as his ached for yours.
again, you kissed him, this time driven by a passion adam had grown convinced he would never experience. you begged for him to touch you in between kisses, practically weeping for his touch. and as hesitant as he was to enjoy the contours of your ruinous form, he let his hands wander along the length of your back, allowed them to lay at your waist and hips.
you blindly walked him to your bed, lips never once disconnecting as you sat him down before settling on his lap. he welcomed you, still slightly unnerved and unsure of himself, but fully desirous of your connection.
the bed was wide enough for a companion, making his heart ache at the possibility of him being the desired one. the comfort provided by the bed could not compare to the weight of your form on his lap. his hands remained shy and closed off, but they'd gotten use to the feel of your hips under them.
"oh, god, this is most improper. but i cannot help improprieties around you," you chuckled, breathless, "i hope you do not deem me a harlot. i have waited for your arrival for weeks. i've shamefully hoped for you to walk through my door and take me as yours," you continued, your caresses never once seizing, his chest and shoulders well cared for by your soft touch, "i've nothing under my nightgown. no bodice, no corset. it is very scandalous, i know. but i cannot help myself with you, adam. i knew from the moment i saw you from afar, from the moment i took note of your affections, that i'd lose all manner of composure upon having you in my arms."
his trousers were guided off as you spoke, leaving him in the mere rags that covered his center. he found no shame in your view of his body, too enthralled by your lust-filled words. he felt himself blush, felt the blood draw to his middle, causing him to continue to harden.
these were brand new sensations, discovered due to your touch, due to the words you directed his way.
looking down at him, you sighed contently, tracing his skin and drawing goosebumps along your wake.
"oh, adam ... your body is perfection. every inch shall be mine, or i shall die dissatisfied."
it was spoken like a promise, sealed with a kiss and a sudden pressure of your hips on his.
it was an unparalleled sensation.
he'd felt the burning pooling at his center when he had watched you lose yourself in between your sheets, but he had denied himself of any act to remedy the feeling. and now- now you gave him relief.
he was unaware his body could feel such a thing. the rubbing of your bodies together, it created this animalistic greed in him. he wanted to enhance the feeling, to drag you against him like a brute. the base and wanton need of an animal overcame him, hands continuing to grip at your hips and aiding you in your movements.
those sounds continued to tumble out of your lips, and he discovered that you enjoyed his own sounds just as much. you'd sigh after his every grunt, singing his name in ways it was never meant to be uttered.
then you spoke again, readily determined in his ruin.
"did you see me that night, adam?" you whispered into his ear, "did you watch me, knowing you were the cause of my ruin? that i dreamt of your form hovering over mine, of your grunts as i brought you release?"
adam's senses heightened at your every whisper. there was no space for his shame as he took in your words. your desire for him drove him mad, destroyed the composure he'd foolishly deluded himself into believing he possessed. the feeling of your middle meeting his did not help matters. it only drove him further into madness.
no plea for forgiveness could leave his lips. not when you broke him like this. there was a familiarity between your bodies. yours the key to his unraveling.
"please-" he found himself begging, "i must- you will break me."
it only caused a sigh to leave your lips. your face buried in the juncture of his neck, leaving yet another trail of kisses there, reaching his lips whilst your hips daren't halt their heavenly grating.
when you stopped was when he finally became acquainted with pain. such an unfamiliar feeling, barely gracing his being any time he'd become the target of men who dared to attempt on his destruction. he had never felt it until the moment you'd taken away the otherworldly pleasure you'd so selflessly been awarding him.
he could not bring himself to complain, but he did not have to.
suddenly you were getting up from his lap, causing him to sit up as he watched you in utter and complete awe.
your hands bunched at the hem of your nightgown, pulling it up before throwing it off your form. it left you fully nude before him, completely bare of any barrier between him and the heavenly curvatures of your body.
you were truly the master of his pleasure, as you could bring him to his end without a single touch. the mere sight destroyed adam, it made his breath catch and his body groan. he could not comprehend what such a monstruous creature had done to deserve the touch and affection of an angel, a seductress who'd come into this earth to provide him with pleasures men could only dream of.
he had no words, hands twitching at his sides as you regained your home on his lap. the smile on your lips told him of your awareness at the immediate effect you had on him. his middle burned for you, uncomfortably settled between you as you began your torture once more.
"please..." he begged, but knew not what for.
"i ache to ruin you," you breathed into his lips, "just as i ache for your touch."
directing his hands, you settled them on your breasts, causing adam to shudder at the softness now found under his palms. you cupped his hands, teaching him to squeeze and let go, sighing out when he'd do as instructed. it only functioned to unravel him further.
"you allow a monster such as myself to touch you," he began, enthralled by the sight of you, "you gift yourself to me, and i cannot possibly compensate you for such blessing."
you leaned in close, noses touching, lips gracing, "gift yourself to me, and i shall do the same in return," you assured, "all i yearn for is the eternal salvation your soul will grant me. allow us to become one."
again, you kissed, hands clawing at the rags surrounding his middle. it took little effort to free him fully, earning yourself a groan of pleasure from adam at the very first touch of your hand on his manhood. as you pushed him to lay flat on the bed, you gripped at him, taking ownership of his body.
"i am yours," he whispered, gasping when you'd begun to drag him against your center.
"and i eternally yours."
you lowered yourself down on him then. it was a slow, torturous process. the pleasure felt like pain, too amplified for his body to fully comprehend. his mouth drew open with a heavy breath, his eyes squeezing shut and the back of his head digging into the mattress below him. your hips fell victim to the squeezing of his fingers, but he could not process his movements as you engulfed him.
it broke him. he became a vessel made to receive pleasure. it was an otherworldly experience. he was certain no man was ever meant to experience such pleasures.
when he dared open his eyes again, he found yours closed, nose scrunched up and mouth agape. your hands still held on to the ridges along his shoulders, digging harshly but causing no pain. you had not moved yet, simply engulfing him in the heat of your body. it was enough to make him shudder.
"oh, adam ..." you sighed out.
he had no worthy words to share. he simply grunted your name, breath stuttering when you began to move up and down.
his body arched against yours, unknowing of how to react to such feeling. he felt himself break little by little. he was tense, but you soothed him, unabashed in expressing the effects your connection had on you.
"please," you begged, "help me ... i- i need- oh, adam, please-"
your hands trailed down to his, gripping them and motioning for him to move you. you needed him to aid you in your shared pleasure. and what was he made for, if not aiding to your every whim and need?
a flash of electricity sparked across his entire body as he followed your instruction. his strength assisted in your movements, his hips soon following along and snapping up against yours. the noise caused by the impact was loud, indicating every connection between your bodies.
the rhythm was off, unsynchronized at first. but your eyes still rolled back, and your forehead still fell on his. your pleas for his pleasure never once seized, drawing him closer and closer to his end.
"adam-" you sighed out again, breath a whisper against his lips, "you will break me. you will- oh, you will break me beyond repair."
and though it sounded like a plea for help, you tightened around him, gasping out a cry of his name. adam's lips braved against yours, interlocking in one final kiss as you shuddered and shook against him.
subsequently, you dragged him down with you. he felt himself break, his body shake and timber and shudder. the warmth in his belly released deep within you, mixing your essence with his and intermingling. your lips never once left his, drooling into his mouth and chasing after his tongue.
your deflated body laid on top of his, lips tracing his chin, then his cheeks, finding a home on his neck. he felt you purr against him, humming as your fingers softly ran up and down any inch of skin they could reach.
his arms wrapped around you, keeping you guarded and close against him. he remained inside you, defeated and limp, but protected by your warmth.
"please remain with me," you whispered, "allow me to protect you from your solitude โ and aid me in eradicating mine."
adam felt that familiar dampness form in his eyes, taking in a shaky breath before lifting a hand up to softly pat at your hair.
"please," he pleaded in return.
the morning passed by slowly, while the nighttime flashed by.
adam did not recall the last time he had been able to sleep soundly through the night, had never known the comforts of a bed, much less the solace of holding someone against his heart as he fell into the night's sleep.
but there he laid, slightly slouched in your bed despite its large size, long arms wrapped around your body as you held him in return.
he arose before you, watching your peaceful rest, counting the soft puffs of breath released by your lips. your body faced his, face buried in his chest. cold fingers ran up and down your nude spine for a while, attempting to soothe you in the way you did him with your mere presence.
when you woke up, it was slowly, with the same softness your every action carried. kissed were pressed against his scarred chest, fingers traced at his skin with the same wonder you'd displayed last night.
as you laid there, you heard his every tale, his every lamentation. he shared his story with you, sparing no detail. each tear was met with a kiss, while you continued to soothe him with your calm whispers. your cries for him broke him, but also lulled his uneasiness. in your eyes he saw empathy unparalleled by any he'd seen before.
"oh, adam," you cried out while in his arms, "you have been so alone, my sweet creature. but no more. allow our seclusion to end through our bond," you pleaded to him, "you shall never walk alone again, not as long as i hold the privilege of your affections."
adam could have cried, shedding a few tears of disbelief and of gladness. but again, you kissed them away.
winter was warm that time around, found safely in the refuge of your lonely cottage. though it was lonely no more, inhabited by what was now adam's small family.
whispers of a creature roaming the forest seized, while rumors of your newly wedded status began to spread. your mystery suitor was never revealed to the villagers nearby, allowing you to keep him safe and guarded, and all to yourself.
dividers by: @/uzmacchiato
i wasnt expecting that much attention on this but thank you so much!!! i will write more for this couple and just for the creature in general soon!!