“So should I just stand here.” Frank was toying with a string that had unraveled at the end of his shirt, nerves kicking in. It doesn’t help when Gee is wearing that damn skirt and the black nylon tights that make Frank woozy with lust.
“Yep just stand right there-“ Gerard sneered as he made himself comfortable in the chair, legs spread as if inviting Frank to come kneel between them, make himself useful “- or be a good puppy and join me.”
Frank’s knees buckled below him, a faint hiss fell from his lips at the pain but he slowly started to crawl towards Gerard’s legs. Frank glanced up at him to see an almost evil smirk on his face but Gerard was looking past Frank, on someone else. Frank let out a yelp when he felt a large hand collide with the back of his thigh. He heard the faint hush from his other band mate and felt the blush crawl up his chest, “He always has looked good on all fours.” Ray’s voice low as he squatted to be eye level with Frank, “Favorite place to be, right?”
Victor Frankenstein tries again. After burning down the manor with Adam in it. He starts again. Straight from the beginning. Building a companion, not for the creature—he is not that kind— but for his own selfish reasons.
Pulling together his idea of a perfect woman. Soft skin and hair, just a smidge smaller then him. Having made Adam he understands the larger scale and wants to test himself with a smaller more delicate creature. He is careful when he stitches her up. Using larger skin pieces so she is less marred. More whole. More pure than his first creation would ever be. Better in every way—in his eyes anyways.
When she finally opens her eyes. Wide and innocent and oh so scared. She is cold and wet as the storm rips through the ceiling to drip on her, chilling her to the very bone. And he just watches as she starts to move.
She pulls at the restraints, thick leather bounds hold her to the table as she shakes more with each strike of lightening. A whine is pulled from her lips as she starts to cry.
Victor watches something dangerous between awe and fear as he watches her animations. He has done it again. Better? Only time will tell.
I find it kind of disheartening to see posts complaining of the love Andy from Alien: Romulus is getting. Like to go through the tags to see a post talking about me (cause I'm not seeing any other ones calling Andy a Retriever), assuming I'm infantilizing him because I called him cute???
Like where do you get that from? Yes, I understand how big the gap is between poc characters and their white counterparts, but I don't like the fact they were quick to jump and place me in that box when the fact they don't even know I'm a black autistic writer in the process of some drafts focusing on Andy. To be quick to assume I will praise and focus on white male characters than him os WILD.
I messaged them privately to say I'm not doing that, but me personally, I just had to make a official post to get this off my chest
Like damn I can't call him cute?? No worries, I blocked them so they won't have to see any of my future content when I officially start posting Andy fics.
Y'all send me some more stranger things 'Would you rathers !!!! Please 🥺 or maybe even just some small scenarios you want to see your fav characters in .... they have truly been getting me through the mental block for writing !!!!
Can be smut or fluff , can be fluffy or filled with angst. Send whatever your heart desires 🖤🖤
P.s working on a few request ATM ...so any questions about them I'll be happy to swear as well 😄
just a little hurt/comfort blurb for my favourite sokovian witch :)
You were tired. By the gods, you were so, so tired. Every movement made you feel like you were Atlas, the weight of the world taking a heavy toll on your body.
You had barely managed to get to work, and then everything turned to absolute shit, especially when you had SHIELD trainees acting up and causing a ruckus your tired mind just couldn’t handle.
“Draga? (Darling?)” Wanda called out in the empty apartment as she heard the door open and shut.
When you didn’t respond, she checked her phone. You should still be at work, but if that was you, you were home three hours early. With a soft ball of energy swirling in her hand, she crept around the side and kept it to her hip, much like you did with a gun on missions.
The silhouette of your body, lit by the moonlight, was enough for her to cease her magic and move towards you. But the sounds of your long breaths confused her - you made these sounds when you were just about to sleep.
“Honey?” She asked carefully again, noticing how unfocused your mind was.
“Mmm…” You mumbled, your bag falling down your arm in jolted movements before it came to a stop at the ground.
Wanda reacted quickly as your knees gave out from underneath you, catching you easily in her arms whilst sweeping you into a bridal hold. She didn’t say much as she led you to the bathroom, her magic shimmering down you like a cascading waterfall to remove your clothes and put them in the wash.
She laid you down in the warm water, the pool consuming every ache in your body, and it felt like a warm blanket was being pulled over every skin cell you had. You sighed into it and Wanda’s magic kept your head above water, allowing you to relax in the easiest way possible.
She called a pillow to her knees and knelt beside you, her hand swirling lightly in the water and giving brief touches to your thigh. She brushed over a few scars lovingly, knowing that a few of them had been to protect her from a stray bullet or piece of shrapnel.
All of a sudden, tears began to soak into the water. Wanda’s eyes drifted to your tears and let them fall, knowing this was the release of pressure you needed. You cried for a good five minutes before Wanda pulled you out of the bath, wrapping you up in a warm fluffy towel as she guided you to your room.
Soon enough, your cries began to calm down. She dressed you silently, giving you kisses on your cheeks, nose and lips briefly after each item of clothing. Then, she climbed in and a wave of her hand had the lights in the house turn off, except for the lava lamp on your nightstand.
She pulled you under the sheets before tucking you underneath her chin, her power so great that all she had to do was hold you and you’d melt into her.
However, your mind was against you tonight, as it was whenever you were this tired. It seeped through the cracks of your foundation, pulling away key pillars to force your carefully-placed structure of emotions to crumble like a tower of cards.
“I love you.” Wanda murmured.
“I love you too.” You answered just as softly.
She shook her head and pulled your chin up to look at her. “No, I don’t think you understand. I love you. I love how you make an effort for our date nights. I love how you sometimes have a stutter, making you blush when you can’t get a word out. I love that you aren’t afraid to say what you want to say. I love you, even when your mind tells you I shouldn’t, that I don’t.”
You looked at her with such love in your heart, your lip quivering slightly before you leaned in for a kiss.
“And I love these eyes. These eyes that seem to have an insatiable thirst for wonder.” She continued, stroking your eyelids lovingly as you closed them briefly.
“And I love this nose. And these lips.” She traced the outer shell of your lips, tickling you slightly.
“I love this jaw and this skin. I love this hair and these ears. I love your arms and your legs. I love your boobs.” She chuckled at the end, making you quickly roll your eyes.
But then she held your chin again and the whole world around you faded away. Nothing else existed but her and you couldn’t help but think that you were just where you needed to be.
“I love every part of you. You are the one for me, my love. I can’t think of another who could even begin to compare to you.” She spoke against your lips, kissing them sweetly.
You felt more tears prick up and Wanda quickly wiped them away, smiling as you did.
“Yes?”
“I love you. I love you in every universe.” You declared, capturing her lips in a passionate, all-loving kiss.
You felt that heavy weight lift off of your shoulders and you smiled against her lips, pushing for more until you needed air. As you came away, you wrapped her in a tight cuddle and she held you close; one hand on the back of your head and another wrapped tightly around your waist.
“I love you more. Always more.” She replied.
“Good thing the multiverse is infinite.” You quipped, yawning afterwards.
You closed your eyes as her fingertips brushed your forehead, the red shine crowding your vision until you were swallowed whole by the comforting warmth of her magic.
Oh hi! Im not sure if you are accepting ask like this but I saw your Anthony green reblog and was wondering what do you think it would be like for Frank to be all subby for him and Gerard 👉🏻👈🏻
Hi anon!! This is a lovely ask, I hope you like it!! Also I guess I am open for ask like this ✨
“He looks so pretty like this.” Anthony spoke as he watched Frank continue to kneel on the floor in front of him and Gerard. Frank’s eyes stayed glued to the floor not daring to look up at the two men, trying his best to listen to their directions.
The gag in his mouth making drool slowly fall from his lips and hit the floor, a puddle starting to form, “Shame he can’t listen to directions.” Frank whined at that statement because he tried to listen but it was so hard when either of them were bullying him. Anthony got up and began circling around Frank, as if the smaller man was prey, “What should we do though if he won’t behave for me and he won’t behave for you Gerard?” Frank held his breath as he saw Anthony’s sneakers come into his view, feet almost stepping in the puddle. Anthony bent down and tsked at the mess before running his fingers through it, “Gerard, he is making a mess.” Frank groaned as he felt Anthony’s wet fingers rub across his cheeks, coating them with his own saliva. He felt the blush creep up his body from embarrassment, he can’t even do right and not make a mess. Anthony grabbed Frank’s chin, forcing him to look up, “You like mighty pretty like this Frankie, don’t you think Gee?” Anthony moved to the side so Frank’s eyes landed straight on Gerard who was sitting on the couch, legs spread and barely giving Frank a glance.
“He looks like someone who needs more direction. He knows better than to make a mess.” Frank squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep the tears at bay. He wanted to be good and do good for them, anything for them. Anthony saw Frank’s emotions and pulled the gag out of his mouth. Frank stayed silent for a moment looking at both men before Gerard spoke, “Do you have anything to say?” Gerard cocked his head staring at the tatted man, “Maybe you can start with an apology. Tell us how you’re going to do better and behave.” Gerard slowly got up and Frank could feel a bit of excitement of what was to come.
“I’m sorry, sir.” That made Anthony smirk as he pushed at Frank’s shoulders, lowering him to lay flat on his back. Frank hissed at the cold concrete but remained still as he heard Gerard’s boot as the older man walked up to him.
“Gee, what do you think about that apology?” Anthony was all but laughing at Frank’s poor attempt of an apology but was kind enough to run his palm over the tent forming in the tatted man’s pants. Frank moaned at that and attempted to lean up but stop in his tracks when he felt Gerard’s boot gently press down on his throat.
Frank’s eyes widened as Gerard smirked down at him, “It was pathetic at most, but I’m sure we can get a few more out of him.” Frank nodded feverishly, wanting anything so that he could be better.
to tell you guys that I'm renaming the small blurbs series to small imagines series as I've realized that would fit the writing more. I'm so sorry if the links in the masterlist and the new tags confuse you guys
