Distractions
Victoria Frankenstein x Wife! Reader || The Victoria Frankenstein brainrot is strong with this one #needthat
Summary: With your wife Victoria, always being busy the two of you never have time for yourselves. But you have a plan for that.
Brief Smut/Spice
Warning: Dom! Victoria, sub/bratty! Reader, very suggestive text, moaning, making out/kissing, relentless teasing, mention of sex, lots of touching, petnames, both Victoria & reader are freaks, hickeys, swearing & massaging
Art Credit -> @tygerbright on Tumblr!!
Remember, this purely is a work of fiction. Please do not harass any performers/workers at universal! Stay respectful and civilized.
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Being Frankenstein’s bride did come with fair share of challenges, but all challenges were quite awarding.
When you moved to Darkmoor to journal and research its monsters years ago, you’ve never expected to tie hips with Baron lady of Darkmoor, but when you got too close to a monster and found yourself limping at her door, one stitch led to another.
When you first meet her, she was intimidating professional and she spoke with such high authority as she could silence a room. Her eyes sharp and dark, like a man that who has seen and done all: with eyebrows so narrow you’ll think she’s been serious all her life. You remember her black boots clicking on the tiles as she hover over you on the operation chair, brown deep eyes moving and down as the light behind her casted a shadow over her face. Honestly you didn’t know rather if you scared or you were falling at first sight.
When she examined you, her touch was both firm and gentle, a clear sigh of a true professional. It ease your nervousness, you barely even felt a single prick of your skin when she stitched you and in a blink. It was done. But you did bonded with her in that single scene, talking about the fascination of monsters. She also told a little of herself and her family and her desire to follow in her great grandfather’s footsteps.
However, after such harsh and exciting years with her, you realize now ‘desire’ is a little bit of an understatement.
Now, you one with the Frankenstein name: carrying a ring on your finger, a vow of loyalty, devotion and love. Victoria has shown that to you and so much more, in her very own twisted way and you were perfectly satisfied.
Or almost satisfied.
There’s just one little thing you wished you have in your married life; you love it when all of her attention is solely on you. Rather it the vacations you take together, the days you spend sleeping in, the times you’ve worked together, or the times where she’d hold you close; letting you rest on her chest and feeling her heart beat as she read to you. Her fingers running through your hair, up and down your back. Times where she whispered such sweet nothings as her lips lightly pressed you. Or the times she made you mad and made you forget all about it.
Just thinking it sends you into more of frenzy. It felt like it’s been days since you’ve seen Victoria in your own house with how much she’s been working in the catacombs as of late. Not that in particular was bothering you, you respected her work and you respected her but sometimes you think she does too much for too little. Besides, this wasn’t your first time dealing with this before and you have learned she can be awfully difficult to crack when she’s working. So you decided to set up an experiment of your own.
You’ll start off small, and work your way up, to see how long she’ll truly last.
First, as you get ready bed— past your usual time— you heard Victoria’s entrance behind you, sighing heavily as she walked through the door.
“Long day, dear?” You asked sweetly, masking your amusement.
“Oh. You’re awake.” Victoria responded, surprised.
“Disappointed?” You teased.
“Never.” She answered with confident grin.
Her hand side to your hip as she pulled you in to kiss her lips. You melted almost instantly, turning your body to face her fully, resting your hands on her shoulders, while her hands squeeze your hips. For a moment, you allowed yourself to get lost on the feeling you’ve missed for what felt like decades.
But needing to contain yourself you pulled away.
“You didn’t answer my question.” You excused.
“Yes.. a very long day.” Victoria released another huff.
“Do you wanna talk about it? I can give a message as you do.” You generously offered, biting back your malicious laughter when Victoria raised an eyebrow.
“A message, huh? Okay.” She questioned with a bitten smile, giving you permission to carried on despite her suspicions.
You took a mental note to be more discrete with your plans. You know how observant Victoria is.
That night, you give the attention to her; helping her change clothing, relaxing her muscles and letting speak on what kept her mind so heavy: and what kept her away from you. Each word she spoke was exiled with a sigh of really as you press your palms against her tense back, eventually turning into soft moans that uttered with each pressure. You bit your lip, so pleased to see a woman like herself in such a soft state; closing her eyes and watching her breathing slow down and her muscles relax all from your touch. On any other night, you’ve kept going until she fall asleep.
But tonight, you had a goal.
“I’m sorry my dear but I’m getting rather tired, we’ll have to continue this some other time.” You yawned, lifting off the bed.
“What?” Victoria sat up, confused, her voice usually strong in speech was low like a whimper.
“That was only like.. 5 minutes.” She protested.
“I know, but I’ve kept going I would’ve passed out on top of you.” You poorly excuse, moving yourself on the other side of the shared mattress.
“That’s supposed to be a problem? Besides I told you not wait for me.” Victoria reasoned shifting over to face you.
“I know but I’ve wanted to, I thought I could make it… but I guess not.” You yawned again, more dramatically than last.
“Fine. It’s fine, just.. get some sleep beautiful.” She rolled her eyes, acting defeated as she pressed a kiss on your forehead. Lifting off the sheets to start her nightly routine.
You smiled smugly as you watched her in from the bed, already you can see that annoyed her in which in your experience, means that’s working.
Next, when sun began to shine, you woke her up with kisses to the neck, light and sloppy pecks— focusing on the spots you knew made her weak: while your hands roamed across her stomach and circled her hips. The second she responded with a muffled groan, is when you stopped. Her pretty tired eyes now laced with confusion.
“That’s one way to be woken up.” She grumbled deeply with a big smile.
“Good morning.” You giggled, hopping out of bed before she could pull you in for a kiss.
Poor thing stood there, astonished for a second, her hand hanging in mid air, looking around the room as if it had answers.
“Come on now, you don’t want to waste precious time now do you?” You teased again, a mischievous song in your voice.
“Yes..” Was all she responded with, sitting up and stretching her body.
As the two of you got ready for the day, you could feel her eyes on you. Observing, lurking, taking mental notes in her head with every action you took: it was thrilling, could feel your heart pounding against your chest, adrenaline rushing through as you simply brushed your hair and fix your clothes.
“Something wrong, Victoria?” You asked, catching her stare through the vanity.
“No. Nothing’s wrong.” She said, a lie in between her teeth as her leather gloves slip through her fingers.
“Really? Whatever you say.” You played innocently, hiding a smile when Victoria batted her eyes puzzled. Because knowing you, you would continue egging it on.
But not today, and that was just start of it. Throughout the day you would visit her, pamper her and leave before she got the chance to ask for more. You’ll walk into her, offer her food— usually Ygor’s job— slip your tongue in between her lips and than pull away like it was just a peck. You knew it was getting on her nerves; cause each time you came back she got more and more desperate even trying to call you back in as you rush to the door. It’s a shame she’s far too busy to have her way with you.
To test how far along you’ve gotta under her skin, you slip through her study room, where she was: head so deep in her sketchbook you’ll have to shock her twice just to get her attention. Just by her stance, you can tell she was laser focused, hearing the fast paced scribbling on the paper. You stood by the doorway for a few seconds, lurking, and planing: wearing her own lacy pajamas she adore on you, the same ones that barely cover your rear end. Taking slow steps, you carefully place your hands on her shoulders. She didn’t stop writing, just fix her posture, welcoming your embrace.
“Hi Victoria..” You whispered next to her ear, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and placing a kiss on her neck, before resting your head.
“Hi, dear.” She said unaffectedly, as if she wasn’t interested.
You knew exactly why she acted in such a way so you continued.
“Stressed? You’ve been in here for weeks on end.” You pointed the obvious, ignoring the other main reason.
“It’s my work. And you know that.” She said with a frustrated sigh, moving some papers around.
“Mm.. why not take your mind off it? That’s what I’m here for..” you slurred, unraveling your arms and pressing kisses on her exposed neck, on her lower ear, her jaw, at beneath of her hair.
Victoria huffed at your advances, you can hear the latex on her glove squeaking and she close palm her fists.
“Says the woman who’s been driving me crazy.” She hissed, but still not stopping you.
“Have I?” You said in pure pride.
“Well aren’t you gonna do something about it?” You challenged.
“I know what you’re doing, and it’s not gonna play out the way you hope.” Ah, another reason you married her, Victoria knew how to be assertive, standing her ground. If you weren’t so determined, you would’ve let her let her win.
“Okay, keep working then, don’t mind me.” You said, placing a kiss on her upper neck, a spot where you know is the most sensitive.
It was open, your tongue teasingly pressed against her skin like as a warning before you bit down, sucking and rolling your tongue till a mark was visible from a distance. Victoria’s muffled moan vibrated against your mouth. You smiled as you gently removed your mouth, only to move your head to the other side to leave more open mouth kisses. Your hand reached her collar, slightly moving the fabric to reach more skin while Victoria generously moved her head to grant you more room with her hand, still moving the pen and her face still ‘uninterested’ as possible.
“You’re so hot when you’re stubborn..” you sighed, returning back to her neck.
However you knew you needed more to break her, so your hand very, very slowly roam down her chest, over lining the curves of her body, her breast, her hips, down her thighs, back up to her stomach, your hands so dangerous close where she cried most for your touch. While your other hand held her breast, rubbing your thumb over the gear like a stress ball.
“Love..” she groaned, eyes squeezed shut.
“Oh? Thought you’ll last longer than that..” you teased, voice echoing in her ear.
“Just— fm.. don’t start something you can’t finish.” She lectured.
“Want me to touch you now?” You asked, getting the intent behind her words.
Victoria didn’t say anything, she just turned to look at you, drown eyes so deep of desire with a hint of irritation, her lips tucked in by her teeth, biting down on her frustration. You really have gotten under skin.
“Oh you do, don’t you?” You spoke sinisterly.
“You really want me to..” You rasp.
As much as you’re finally getting what you want, seeing her like this is far too entertaining; seeing her so sexually frustrated. You can tell it’s taking her every sanity, every muscle in her body to contain herself, to not snap. Almost at her limit.
Yet, you pulled your hands off of her.
“But you have work, so maybe some other time.” You declined, turning your back and heading towards the door.
As you did, the sound of a spinning chair rattled behind you, and before you had time to react, she grabbed a tight hold of your arm and pushed you on the cushion nearby.
“Victoria, wha—“ you stuttered.
“Stop talking.” Victoria demanded harshly as she climbed on top of your lap, and slamming her lips onto yours.
She completely overpowered you within her blind rage, her tongue swimming with yours as her thighs locked against your hips, preventing you from squirming. In the heated makeout, she grab your wrists, holding them over your head. She didn’t hum or whimper, nor did she moan in the kiss. She practically growled and groaned. The vibration sent a chill down your spine. She didn’t get go, she barely let you breathe, she kept kissing till your lips were swollen and red. When she did, a line still kept you connected that disperse by your heavy breathing.
The light from the fireplace behind her overshadowed her face however you could see how angry she was, her brown eyes deep with frustration and lust.
“You got my attention now. Got what you wanted. So.. what do you want me to do with you?” She asked generously, despite the hiss in her voice.
“Victoria..—“ You whispered, but she grab a hold of your chin.
“Answer the question.” She demanded. Her patience thin.
“I.. I just want you.. I miss you.” You answered submissively, but Victoria took a tighter hold of your jaw, not satisfied with your answer.
“Oh, I understood that part; I’m asking what do you want me to do with you?” She repeated, clearly not willingly to do it the second time.
“I.. I want you to use me.” You sallow down, fighting a moan.
“Use you?” Victoria asked.
“Yes, dominate me.. please, keep me like this.” You pleaded, attempting to breath out all your pent up energy as your heart raced with excitement, wondering what your favorite mad woman would do.
“You want to be at my mercy, is that it?” She asked again, clearly mocking you for similar words your use on her earlier. You nodded eagerly.
“With the way you’ve been acting, you won’t be getting much of it.” She warned, releasing your chin and removing her gloves.
As she move, you sat there obedient. Not moving your while she stared you down, not taking her eyes off of you for one second even when she adjusted your thighs against hers, now feeling her brushing against you. You whimpered as she hover over you, still taking off her gear in front of you as a strip tease, like she already had this planned.
“But you want that, so we’re taking this nice and slow. Till the next morning if we have too.” She directed, now only in her bra and baggy pants. Her hand gripped your thigh and pulled you in even closer, now feeling every single inch of her: from her breast of her crotch, skin to skin. You gasped at the feel.
“And you, don’t do anything. Don’t speak, don’t act, unless I give you permission. Am I understood?” She ordered on her lips, you could taste the boil in her breath.
“Yes Ma’am.” You said.
“Good girl..” she whispered, an hint of satisfaction in her voice while her lips met yours.
This time, it was overbearingly gentle her tongue never even past through the gaps and pressing several slow and quick pecks before she finally did. However her movements were still tender and light, you barely got to taste her but you wouldn’t even grumble at that if wasn’t for the fact that she was slowly grinding up against you, just feeling her clothed heat and wetness making light friction with yours drove you insane and even as she held your head and caressed your hair, her pattern of kisses didn’t change. You moaned at the need for more and you felt her desperation increased but she still kept the same speed— being more in control than you.
And as much as you fucking loved it.
You wonder how much you could take.