burning miseries {masterlist}
Pairing: Dr. Victor Frankenstein x Housekeeper! Reader
Summary: Alone in the marshes of rural country, you find yourself tending to the castle of a young lord- a doctor. He is passionate, spending many long hours inside his laboratory, not letting you glimpse inside the space to keep it as tidy as the rest of his abode. But you do wonder and watch him as he goes about his business. What you don't know is that he's watching you as well.
Word Count: undetermined thus far
Warnings: mary shelley canon compliant, frankenstein canon compliant, germanic language translations - which might be bad since i only know the basics, horror, body horror, victorian time sickness and death, canon deaths off screen, medical jargon, medical horror, medical experiments, yearning, reader is unmarried and therefore 'innocent' for the times, period piece i guess, lust and the sin of it, internal dialogue, self depreciating thoughts from victor, we love a tortured man, sexual content, primal play, slight corruption, reader loves 'sullied subjects', victor struggles with the death of his wife and is mean at first, forces proximity, power dynamics, reader works for victor, more to be added
A/N: i simply adore frankenstein! add in oscar isaac, mia goth, and immaculate screenshots and i am overjoyed. y'all i am so excited to so this little mini-series. i'm thinking three parts since the draft of scenes i have and the convo with @lotusbxtch is keeping me tip tapping away
"I just simply must have you," He growls as his hands fasten around the bodice of your dress, the pressure of them prevalent through the corset bound there beneath the layers. Impossibly tight as adrenaline courses through your veins. And then he trails them upwards toward your neck, feeling the buttons fastened along the side. fingers skimming over them. Suddenly the rip of fabric fills your ears and steals your breath as he fists the satin of your shoulder pieces and pulls. Your chest heaves, breasts pushed up and the swell of them visible in the silk that holds them. Victor's eyes trace over them, fingernails scraping lights as he revels in the exposed skin he's only glimpsed before.
prologue || chapter one || chapter two
tagging a few peeps who may be interested: @for-a-longlongtime @sawymredfox @punkshort @burntheedges @worhols @hier--soir
