Adam Frankenstein/The Creature x Reader one shot
Literally tooth rotting fluff and angst. I just❤️❤️him
Be kind, this is my first fic
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He’s three times your size, warmth radiating from his undead body. Long, black hair splayed against the sheets. You laid in his stitched up chest and listened to his heartbeat; You were so small in comparison to him..Which made him all the more afraid to touch you. He tensed against you- Hands shaking on the small of your back. You reached a hand up and slowly began to stroke his cheek- He always liked that. The shaking faltered, and his hands began to relax. He leaned into your touch, letting out a soft, relieved sigh. “How could you not abhor such intimate touches by my hand?” His voice had began to tremble. “How could you voluntarily engage in something like this..With someone as wretched as I..” You sighed, a small frown falling upon your lips. “How many times must I tell you?” You looked to him, but his misty eyes would not meet yours. You sat up, sitting nearly on his chest due to your size difference. “I told you..I know you see yourself as someone only to be hated”, “With good reason”, He interjected. “Hush. Let me finish.” There was a moment of silence, and you continued. “We have become friends..Have we not?” You waited for a response. For awhile, nothing, until he slowly nodded. “And..” You leaned closer, returning your hand to his cheek. “More than that now..Yes?” Your eyebrows drew together in concern. “..That is what I cannot accept”, He answered. “No matter how much I want to..No matter how much happiness your touch grants me”, “Have I not-“ You croaked, before being stopped. “Please.” You nodded. “I can not make sense of it, even now...Despite your camaraderie, and our time spent together, I still find myself wondering, as if on instinct. It makes no sense to me that by now, you would not come to hate me. That my hands upon you have yet to fill you with disgust”, The mist in his eyes grew, and began to overflow slowly. Your lip trembled as you watched, but you bit back your comforts and let him finish. “It feels like at any moment I will wake up from this pleasant dream..Your kindness feels like too much to bare”, He began to cry into his hand, now removed from your back. You let him cry, get it out, before slowly stroking his cheek once more. “I..I understand”, You replied. You had to be cautious with your words. “But please”, You turned his face to meet yours with both hands. “Understand, that your touch, no matter how wretched you may find it..Fills me with boundless joy”, You looked at him intently. “Your body is not something for me to endure, but something I feel..” You paused. “Ceaselessly attached to”, Your voice was loving and breathless. “Just as I have come to accept your friendship, I have accepted your love tenfold; It would fill me with more pain than not to be without your body against mine.” He looked intently at you, eyes still welling up. “Your face does not fill me with fear; But with adoration. I mean this from the core of my being- My heart has yearned for you for so long”, He leaned into your hand. “I want to help you come to see yourself as I see you. To feel deserving of my love.” He finally met your eyes again. “I already see myself as lacking compared to you, so please..” You leaned in, pressing a feather light kiss to his forehead. “Let me love you, and help you love yourself. I could never dream of doing more.” You could feel his chest rise and fall, and once again he looked to the floor. “Sincerely..Without pity, you mean what you say?” You sigh. “Somewhere in there, by now you must know that..I beg for you to trust my words. They come only from the sincerest part of my heart.” Carefully, slowly, you leaned closer. He tensed, as usual, before hesitantly meeting you halfway in a kiss. You could feel his thin lips smile against yours. A happy sigh left your nose, and with reluctance you pulled away. “This will get easier. I promise.” He reached up, his hand encompassing your face. “Thank you..I will never be able to express the range of my gratitude.” “You already have.”
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