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Discussion.

Nature. Nature. Construction. Construction. Disagreement. Disagreement.

Pairing: Mayor Jerry/ GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff with a little bit of angst on Jerry’s part! ₍₍⚞(˶>ᗜ<˶)⚟⁾⁾

Word Count: 743 words.

“Ugh, he’s so annoying.”

Thar was the sentence often highlighted whenever he came up.

Mabel sips on a latte, shaking her head at the result of the last press conference he held on the development of the construction of the new highway.

He remained stubborn in his pursuit, driven by the approval of many locals and elite alike.

The opinion of anyone, especially one who would halt his progression, was not appreciated.

“Party of two, Hun.” [Name] sits beside her, humming as they watched the city below them rest for the evening. The office was a relief from the bustle of it all, as odd as it seemed.

“Seems like the local radio station hasn’t left you yet.” “Playing the same songs for two weeks now has that effect.” They chuckle at that with a collective sigh.

“Do you think anyone else cares about the glade?”  [Name]’s gaze softens with a sad smile when Mabel’s eyes shift to the signature sheet, crumpled due to the day’s activities and hers below the grocery list.

“Definitely. It may look different, but not everyone supports him even if it seems so.” [Name] gently pats her arm, erupting an eye roll from the young woman, who motions her hand in turn. “Those people are pretty good at hiding, then. I’ve been out for hours.” Mabel angles her empty cup to the bin, squinting her eyes.

“I’ve got an idea.”

“Spill.”

“Only if you manage to get a dunk.”

She exaggerates her exasperation, smirking when she finds the perfect angle. “Better start explaining.” Mabel throws it, smoothly dunking the cup in, edges untouched. “Told ya!”

“How about I get a print out of your sheet and present it to some of the crew? They’ll love it.”

[Name] exclaims at the tight embrace she’s pulled into, smiling when Mabel utters her thanks. “You’re welcome.”

“We’re going to have to start planning!” Rejuvenated, Mabel breaks out of the hug and rummages around the room, stopping at the bookshelf.

“Where is the whiteboard?!”

“Perhaps you should reconsider your stance.”

The night is as warm as the two sit in the corner of the gala, the sweetness of wine at the edges of their lips and eyes low— whether it was with exhaustion or comfort, the two were unsure.

“No, the construction will go on.”

[Name]’s brow wrinkles in restrained annoyance, to Jerry’s amusement as he fiddles with the glass handle between his thumbs.

“You’re still so stubborn.”

Memory brought on the different occasions where the two clashed.

Their younger years in high school, where much of her early championing contrasted with his passivity, the start of their careers, which had them meet on occasion in office, but it was obvious that they had opposite opinions, and now, where despite their familiarity, their values stress a tension between them, still unresolved.

“Practical is a better term.”

“Delusional, too. The glade could be a nature reserve. Think of the tourism, perhaps. Everyone loves a nature reserve.”

“If animals reside in them.” Jerry combats cheekily, winking at the frustrated frenemy before him. Then, he slips into a low tone, looking around for a moment.

“It’s not best for Mabel to be enabled, [Name].” Jerry’s voice sounds almost derogatory, but [Name] catches onto the etch of concern it holds.

“I’m not enabling her. Her cause is understandable, and you’d feel the same if you just considered it.” The defence sounds credulous, but the accusation was a bigger insult to Mabel, and [Name] refused to tolerate the implication.

“A cause for a glade long abandoned by its residents? Be realistic.”

That sentence. Those two words. “Be realistic.” They were the cause of contrast between them. The ultimate setting off for a disagreement.

“Realistic.” [Name] says, voice lowered just enough to hold back the malice it contained from the elegance around them. Jerry recognises it, but holds his ground, a tinge of guilt hidden within. “Huh.”

“You’re a lost cause, Mayor. We will continue to put up a fight.” His name felt bitter to say, much more than his title. Disappointment flowed, but [Name] expected it.

“[Name].” Jerry started when they got up to leave, but paused when an eager guest came up to him, presuming the conversation was over.

Despite the turn of events, he takes one last look at the disappearing silhouette, disrupted by the waiter taking a hold of the abandoned wine glass.

“Ugh. So difficult.” Their thoughts synced.

I watched Hoppers almost a month ago, and Mayor Jerry is so adorable! (˶˃ ∇ ˂˶)♡

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Strade?! What are you doing in Sheriff Labrador?!

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MASTERLIST

Resident Evil

Victor Gideon: Pollen

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Pollen [Victor Gideon]

Sex Pollen with Victor Gideon.

I HAD to see how it would turn out. ;)

Pairing: Victor Gideon /GN!Reader

Genre: Smut. (≖⩊≖)

Word Count: 1,685 words.

Caution: Dub-Con: Consent is there due to circumstance, mention of rape (what the situation implies, not action.), fingering with AFAB descriptions, tongue fucking (short), reader is delirious, & Victor Gideon gets to be greedy.

It was an error by an intern.

A confusion in the elements of a new experimental drug he intended to test on his patients.

This was an unintended result.

“If progress is desired, we have to learn more about you. This includes your limitations.” Victor says, his voice smooth against the slight echo of the lab. The calmness of it all was sickly soothing, the drowsiness of the drugs consistent throughout as you remained restrained and prodded by needles.

A instinctual twitch of the lip was made at that, but [Name] found no urge to respond, looking away from the man’s silhouette to the wall. “A new drug shall be administered. Perhaps it will trigger something useful.”

[Name]’s eyes slightly widened when the drug was brought into view, translucent with a light salmon hue against the dim laboratory lights. “No need to fret, Dear. We only want what’s best.”

[Name] weakly attempts to escape, but their arm is far too heavy to lift. They lay it down with gritted teeth, frustrated when he inserts the needle. A rush of anxiety rushes over them for a moment when the plunger is pushed, watching as the liquid decreases.

“Good.” Victor admires the drop of seeping blood that shins in the light, then dabs it lightly with cotton. He locks their arm with his palm as he awaits for the bleeding to end, and a close observation of their immediate reaction.

“What do you expect the drug to do?” [Name] questions for the first time since their session began, looking at him with sunken eyes. Gradually, it felt as though it was getting hotter, but they didn’t want to mention it. Perhaps dying of a high fever was a pity the institution could grant.

“Lead me to understanding your resilience.”

He never understood why he partook in idle conversation with [Name]. The child patients were understandable, as it made things easier.

[Name] wasn’t entitled to the formality.

[Name] fully understood the atrocities that were happening to them.

“It’s never enough.”

The heat stirred something in them, tantalising with a feeling they hadn't felt in quite a while. The hospital gown, the strong scent of medicine, the occasional ring of machines, the heaviness of needles and the guttural purr of Victor’s voice when he utters a false reassurance intensify their stimulation.

“What’s happening to me?” [Name] shivers when Victor’s hand brushes against her thigh as he passes to check her vitals. “Your temperature is fairly high. Why did you not mention a thing?” The man asks, looking down to meet [Name]’s eyes with his own. Unexpectedly to the both of them, [Name] moans, face flushed with a agonised expression as they shift on the bed.

“Quite the unusual reaction.” Gideon taps [Name]’s arm, and elicits the same response. “Oversensitivity wasn’t in consideration as a side effect. How are you feeling?” [Name] desperately wished he would stop talking; everything he said sounded alluring.

“Overstimulated, but in an… unusual manner.” [Name] admits, looking down at the man’s fingers as he wrote on his slightly aged notebook. Usually, they would tire at the mere sight of it because of the emphasis it made on their purpose and identity, but today, all they could focus on was the thickness of his digits with each movement they made.

The tap of his finger on the notebook demanded they continue.

“It’s… um, sexual, Dr.” Gideon pauses at that, shifting his attention to [Name]’s squirming body. Their sensitivity was seemingly further engaged by their admittance of desire.

“One moment.” [Name] watches as he walks over to the telephone in the corner and inputs a number into it. He looks at them for a moment, expression unreadable. “Read out the list of ingredients used in the drug.” They hear him utter, accursed notebook and pen in hand.

“Yes, go on— wait, read that again.” [Name] perks up at that, looking up at the man who stops writing. “That was not a part of the list I provided.” Their eyes widen at the implication, and writhe in a cacophony of agonising need. “What was in that drug?!” [Name] cries out, angered at the implication and the pleasure that only seemed to increase with each second. The man only hums, attention far from them.

“Thank you.” Victor drops the phone back to its stand and turns his head to [Name]. Even through his googles, they caught into his meticulous stare and the calculations rushing in his mind.

“Tell me what you just dozed me with. I am not supposed to feel like this.” [Name] groans in embarrassment at the wetness below their bottom that must have dripped through their gown.

“There’s a flower most associated with its pollen, known as ‘sex pollen’. It’s… a very potent aphrodisiac, as to why it’s illegal.” Gideon sighs at the situation he’s entangled in, letting his sight fall to the bead of sweat that slowly makes its way to the crack between [Name]’s chest.

“Did you bring me here just to rape—” “Absolutely not.”

Victor shuts down the assumption, deeming it damning to his intention. “It’s an error.”

[Name] shut their eyes in agony, sweltering under the heat of their body. “Just do something about it!” They couldn’t care for composure around the mad scientist, mind filled with swirls and suggestions of how he could help.

The ideas alone gushed their pussy, and they gasped at how the leather bounds over their hands, knees and waist felt around them, sensitive to their hold.

“There’s an antidote being concoted, but judging by your state, you may be near insanity before it is done.” [Name] instinctively arches into Victor’s hand as he undoes the bound around their waist, and whimper at the slight embarrassment that overcomes them. “We will have to consider another option… to sate your need before it is brought.”

The implication is obvious, even more so by the hand that idly draws a line across [Name]’s knee to their ankle, observing a raised scar made long ago. Their leg tightens, attempting to shift away, but the bound prevents any movement.

“Which is?” [Name] wanted confirmation, and to their avail, Victor’s hand slithers to their hip, stopping right at the edge of their gown. They catch on to Victor’s gaze slipping to the space between their legs, and look away with a flustered expression.

“One orgasm may be enough to temporarily sate you until the antidote arrives.” Victor speaks, his tone professional despite the context. His hand slips below the fabric to the desired path. “Ngh!” [Name] groans when his finger brushes them through their underwear, and push themselves towards him, forgetful of their shame.

“So… needy.” The purr in his voice pulls a groan from their lips, body eager for the relief he was to grant them. “Please, please.” [Name] whimpers, crying out when he presses hard on their clothed clit and slowly rubs the sensitive organ, gauging their reactions.

Beads of sweat idly rolled from their face, mixing with the tears that began streaming down their face. “You’re in good hands.”

Mechanically, he pulls off their underwear, chuckling at the glistening cut of slime as he separated the clothing from them. [Name] groans at the exposure, and the cold air of the room causes a shiver to run through them.

“You’re soaking. This will be quick.” Victor hums softly as he unwraps [Name]’s leg bounds. [Name] gasps when he lifts their legs to his shoulder, immediately diving into their cunt.

“Oh my gosh.” [Name] moans, grinding into his face as he sloppily sucks, rolling his forked tongue around their clit as his hands squeeze their thighs. “Due to the medication,” Victor pauses to pull on it, giving a long lick as his finger slips to their entrance, not quite pushing in. “you’re presumably close.”

[Name] gasps when his tongue circles around their hole, slightly pushing in and out as his rubbery thumb circles their sensitive bud. The lift of their hips is deeply appreciated, Victor groaning in need at the intensity of their scent, and tightening his hold as he indulges in more of their body. Holding their hips upwards with his arms, he takes off his gloves, and readjusts back to his bare hands.

“You’re thick.” [Name] mindlessly says, involuntary clenching onto nothing, twitching when he stills to feel the sensation. “I’m so close, please, please—” [Name]’s words are cut off as his middle finger slowly dips into them; cold, heavy and precise.

“Mngh!” [Name] cums hard, twitching as they glisten the very hand that damns them. “Don’t stop!” They plead, unsatisfied due to the increased effect of the pollen. Victor complies, increasing his pace while his other hand lifts them higher.

The rotary phones ring in sync, making Victor pause on his ministrations. “No—” [Name] writhed when he left to pick it up, deliriously lost as everything ached for him. “Good. Bring it over.”

Gideon cuts the call, and rummages the medical cabinet, searching for something. Finding it, he walks back to the bed. “A medication shall be brought over soon. I doubt an intern’s eyes on you will amuse.” Victor smiles slightly at that, wrapping his fingers around its restrains. “We ought to look… appropriate.” He ignores his own simmering lust, deeming it inappropriate given the change in context. “Perhaps,” he thinks, “there will be an opportunity to explore further.”

[Name] attempts to pull their legs away, but Gideon firmly holds them, forcefully hastening one after the other. “I feel awful.” They sob below him, hands curled in a fist as sensations overwhelm them. “This will help.”

[Name}’s eyes widen when they feel the prick of a needle on their neck, looking to the side to see Victor’s gloved hand stilling them. “It’s an effective sedater.”

As they slowly drift into unconsciousness, lust slowly drifting away from their body and mind, they can’t help but wonder one thing; Why did the doctor not lull them earlier? It must have been an option he considered.

“This accident provided insight on your mutation. It has…” Victor’s voice thins out to nothingness once they slip into a deep slumber.

Apparently, snakes do not use their tongues to taste, but to smell. They lack taste buds. Victor is probably quite sensitive to scents. Do what you will with that, I certainly am! 😝

I went with the medicinal distribution of the pollen because Victor didn’t give the vibe of a man who would let the flowers be kept carelessly. Judging from his outfit, though, he has tried it out on special occasions.

Victor openly lustful or professional? I went with professional.

The dialogue does take some time, but I was aiming to build the scene.

This was fun, and I adore Gideon. He is so attractive, and I need an ASMR playlist of his voice! 😫🩷