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This can be read as a standalone
Eeeeeee the movie is here!
Summary: Victor has been working so hard that he's neglecting you. Or is he? (He’s really not.)
Pairing: Netflix Victor Frankenstein x female!servant!reader
Word Count: 1.7k
Content: free use, master/servant dynamic, power imbalance, bondage, fingering, ignoring, masturbation, somnophilia, oral, p in v, creampie, animal experimentation (which has nothing to do with sex)
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You spent countless days stark naked on your knees, on the hard ground of Victor's laboratory. Many more still strapped to his lab table, wrists and ankles shackled for hours.
The time on your knees was primarily spent with Victor's cock in your mouth. He worked constantly, hour after hour, but wanted his cock warmed or pleasured, either in your mouth or in your cunt, while he worked, making detailed sketches he never let you see.
Some days it was harder work than your duties as a maid, or at least more exhausting.
When you agreed to the free use of your body, you thought he meant mere sexual encounters. He did. His mouth and fingers and cock had explored every inch of you, dozes of times over, and the reverse was also true.
You knew him in intimate ways you never thought possible or proper to know a man. You had learned precisely how to lick him, the force with which to suck him, how often and how hard to swallow his tip. You'd uncovered where to put your fingers, where to stroke and massage and probe. You'd discovered things with Victor you never knew a man wanted to have done to him.
He took you regularly, at a moment's notice, all over the laboratory, each night in his chambers, in the bath, and even two nights ago, in the garden, under a full moon. He made you feel wild and passionate and scandalous, writhing naked in the dirt, moaning his name for anyone to hear.
The pleasure was endless, that much you could admit to yourself. And nothing could compare to luxurious baths with expensive soaps and salts. Exquisite balms and treatments for your weary skin soothed the ache of kneeling on hard ground.
And sleeping in a rich man's bed was reward enough. You grew accustomed to your routine, and even trained yourself to ignore the judgmental stares and scandalous whispers from the other servants.
According to them, you were, at best, a whore. At worst, the bride of Lucifer himself, sent to corrupt their master. You apparently lured him, day and night, to the "dungeon" to chant and dance naked and all manner of debauchery. Most of what they said wasn't very far from truth.
You no longer cared what they thought. Your job here was to serve your master. You were serving him. In return, you enjoyed his company, he taught you science and anatomy, you experienced endless pleasure and you slept warm, comfortable and safe each night.
But Victor acted differently the past few days. He excused you from his laboratory and sent you back to your normal duties. You tended to his needs, since you were the equivalent now of a lady's maid or gentleman's valet. So you still helped him dress, but also fetched his meals and delivered them to bottom of the stairs near the laboratory. And you waited.
You tried to busy yourself with other chores, but it was different, working on your own after weeks of his presence and attention.
He stumbled into his chambers early in the morning, not long before dawn, reeking and soaking wet.
"Draw a bath," he ordered, pulling dark red gloves from his hands and shedding his jacket. Dried blood stained his face and the corded column of his exposed neck, as well as his white shirt.
"Master, are you injured?" You cried, hands boldly checking him all over.
A withering glare halted your fussing. "A bath. Now."
"Yes, Master." You quickly bowed and rushed to obey. He loved his title on your lips so you said it often.
Minutes later, he sank into the warm water, an exhausted sigh passing his perfect lips.
You hated to disturb him, but he was filthy and seemed utterly spent.
"Shall I wash you?" You hesitantly questioned.
"Leave me," he mumbled, head resting against the edge of the tub as his eyes drifted closed.
With a quick bow, you swallowed thickly and took your leave. He must be greatly distressed. Either that, or you'd displeased him somehow.
Several minutes later, you heard wild splashing and a string of curses, which prompted you to return to him after preparing his bed. You rushed to find him pushing his sopping wet curls out of his eyes, gasping for breath.
"Are you well?" You asked, reaching to help him steady himself.
"Dozed off, I'm afraid," he returned, wiping water from his face.
"Here, let me," you insisted, reaching for a cloth to wash him.
He made a sound of protest, but ultimately relaxed under your soothing touch. You dragged the cloth over his smooth skin, pausing when you reached a stain of deep crimson, nearly brown.
"Is this blood, Victor?" Your gaze met his unflinchingly. You knew it was. And not from the frog's he'd experimented on.
He breathed out sharply through his nose. "I have no time for questions."
"Yes, Master," you immediately responded, playing your dutiful role, working to rub his skin clean. "I only worry for you."
"I know you do," he softly replied, his fingers brushing the length of your arm. His gaze slowly flickered to meet yours. "But you must not."
"Why musn't I?' You whispered.
"Because I will not be stopped." His eyes flashed with conviction as his jaw clenched. "You must keep your distance from my laboratory in the coming weeks, Petal."
"Weeks?" The cloth dropped to the water's surface with a flop as your lip trembled. "How have I displeased you?"
"You have never displeased me." His answer came as easily as drawing breath. Noticing your distress, he realized his response did not appease you.
He allowed his expression to soften, his fingers slipping from your arm down to your hand. "I remember the first time I had you, here in the bath. Do you remember?"
Your eyelashes fluttered prettily, your breasts heaving as you struggled to follow his change of subject. He wet his lips as you swallowed hard, skin heating as he leaned closer. "You've forgotten so soon?"
"No, of course not. I remember it nightly," you rushed to confess, your breath ghosting his cheek as he touched his forehead to yours.
He kissed your lips and instructed you to finish washing him. Then he took you to bed and tucked you against his body, covering you both with a luxurious blanket.
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You missed being in Victor's lab, but honestly it was nice to get back to your regular duties, especially since you got to be close to him at night. You slept soundly, dreaming of a world where he regarded you as more than a servant. You really shouldn't waste your time dreaming of becoming a baroness - a wife, a mother to his heirs.
But he was a teacher to you. You'd learned so much from him. He even let you cut some of his frogs. You became more interested in anatomy and other sciences, which was so much more stimulating than a maid's duties.
But as you slept, you could not stop your desires from consuming your dreams.
Even now, you dreamt you felt a delicious, wet pressure between your legs. A languid sigh passed your lips as pleasure coiled in your center, rousing you.
Victor's curls were nestled between your legs, his tongue swiping heavy and hungry at your cunt. His bare cock rubbed against your foot, pressing it into the mattress with the vivaciousness of a rutting animal.
You clawed your way to full consciousness, hungry for his attention after weeks without it. Before you could even say his name, your body seized in rapture, shaking as your climax overtook you.
He climbed out of bed and went back to work. Only then did you realize the sun had risen.
The days went on as such. Victor worked alone, long hours, returning to his chambers covered in blood an filth. You would wash him and then he would find rest in your arms.
But this night, you fell asleep waiting for him to clamber up the stairs. Your eyes burned from forcing them open, and you could swear there was light in the sky before you finally gave in to your exhaustion.
You felt a familiar flaring rapture in your center - insistent yet delicious. Your body moved, seemingly of its own accord, bare back against smooth, luxurious sheets.
"There you are," Victor's breath, hot and tinged with alcohol, met your cheek. "Your cunt is so tight when you sleep."
He pulsed inside you, hips rotating, grinding hard, slow and deep. A slight sting caused you to flinch. Noticing it instantly, Victor slipped his hand between your bodies, fingers massaging your sensitive, throbbing bud as he snapped his hips faster.
"Relax, Petal," he commanded. "Your dry cunt has taken my cock many nights without you waking."
The thought of Victor fucking you in your sleep flooded his cock with your desire. Your back arched as you moaned, lifting your hips to meet his thrusts.
"You are insufferable," you boldly declared.
The corners of his eyes crinkled where he smiled at you with an odd mixture of amusement and condescension. "Is that so? You seem to be enjoying my insufferable cock."
Even as he goaded you, his fingers teased your entrance, an embarrassing squelching alerting you to how quickly you went from dry to soaked.
"You ignore me for weeks and fuck me while I sleep? Insufferable." He seemed amused by your antics, so you playfully swatted his arm. "Selfish beast."
"I come to bed so late. I did not wish to disturb you," He explained with mock innocence. By now, his fingers returned to pulsing around your clit rhythmically.
You moaned as he worked you over, demanding you hush and give into your pleasure.
"Victor," you panted, locking your arms behind his neck, twisting your fingers into his dark curls to tug demandingly. "Disturb me."
He chuckled into a messy, salacious kiss, bringing you to delicious, heavenly release. He allowed you you enjoy it, revel in it, working you all the way through it before gripping your thighs and pounding his way to his own end, corded neck straining as he spilled deep and hot into you.
You longed for him to kiss your mouth and hold you close as the sun rose, but, after making a mess of you, he descended to his laboratory in nothing more than his robe.
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"Oscar, it was a complete mess. You made the right choice hiding in my Frankenstein room all night. I can't believe they snubbed Ryan Coogler for best director. A whole mess. "I Lied To You" was great though. 10/10 performance. Anyway, don't forget to water the plants."
i'm so face blind that i didn't even realize that mia goth played both the role of victor's mother and love interest in frankenstein (2025) until someone pointed it out
