22 // she/her // my obsessions are a yearly rotation. I love horror movies, animals, and fictional characters. My current obsession is Victor Gideon!!! I also like Jason Voorhees, Bubba, FNaF, Silent Hill and more
Could I request the Victor at the club idea? I love how one of the commentor shared the idea of that’s how he finds new ‘patients’.
Kicking my feet at imaging him all in leather and colorful lights on him then waking up to him in a professional doctors garb in a sterile environment
Thank you so much for your patience dear Anon because along with a Fic I wanted to provide a bit of a playlist for this one!!
I made the playlist on Youtube Music so you can find that HERE!
However you can also find it on regular Youtube HERE!
Lemme know if there are any issues with those links! There's about an hour worth of music on there and it's all sorta club/industrial/dark music so meant to be very thematic to this fic.
18+ below the cut~!
Tags: Grinding/dry humping, bathroom sex, full nelson, drugged/drunk sex, dub con, medical restraints, kidnapping.
Pounding music, writhing bodies and the smell of alcohol, sweat and general debauchery overwhelmed your senses. This club, which you had stumbled upon on Reddit when looking for new places to go, was fairly impressive if a bit busy thus far. The atmosphere was dark and industrial and the music was curated by a live DJ to match. Best yet, the bartender seemed to have a heavy hand. Only a couple drinks in and already you could feel the warmth loosen your muscles and inhibitions. Turning on your stool you peered out over the crowd on the dance floor, taking in the other patrons under the strobing lights overhead.
Sipping again you realized you may need to lay off before you left the magical point of being drunk enough to dance freely and moved into being too drunk to dance at all. Setting your glass on the bar again you happened to glance down the long line of stools, once again taking in the other clientele. Most were standard club goers even if some were a bit more alternatively dressed than you usually see. However, one of them caught your eye and you let your gaze wander over him longer than anyone else.
The man stood out for a few reasons, but primarily due to his sheer size. Even sitting he towered over the other patrons easily, using it to his advantage as he scanned over the crowd. His outfit was entirely black leather; a vest, pants and boots by the looks of it. While you couldn't see much of his body through the sea of heads between the two of you, what you could see was breathtaking. Muscular arms and a broad frame filling out that leather beautifully. From where you were you couldn't make out many other details aside from the headpiece that covered the top portion of his face. It glinted under the flashing, multicoloured lights, tying together the dark, industrial vibe. Before you knew it, you had been staring long enough that he had taken notice.
The inconsistent lights made it difficult to make out much more of him, but you knew you saw a flash of gold as he grinned towards you, his teeth capped in it. It sent a shiver through you, immediately intrigued by the gothic giant that occupied the stool at the end of the bar. Despite the lightness in your head, you didn't feel quite bold enough to chat up a random stranger just yet. Taking a short sip of your drink, you glanced over again just to sneak another peek. His gaze met yours, already watching you in turn with that grin still set in his face. Before you could look away he gestured for you to come closer with just two of his fingers, leaning casually against the counter beside him.
Heat flooded your cheeks and you weren't sure if it was from the alcohol or his flirting. You glanced around, checking for anyone else he may be looking at. Returning to him, you found he was gently shaking. He was chuckling at you. Composing himself, he pointed more directly before gesturing again and topping it off with a pat to his thigh. He definitely meant you. Stumbling over yourself you almost fell as you hopped off your stool and started elbowing your way towards him. Trying to keep your composure you slowed your approach as you got closer, not wanting to look too eager lest you scare him off. Yet as you finally stood before him you felt a flutter of excitement ripple through you, enhanced by your tipsiness.
The man leaned back on his stool, his ankles hooked together to allow his knees to lay open lazily while his elbows sat propped against the counter. Behind the whirring glass lenses of his headpiece you could feel his eyes on you, trailing up and down your body as he also took a moment to really take you in. The flicker of his tongue over his lips nearly made you gasp as you realized it was split into a fork. Tentatively, you stepped even closer until you were practically standing between his open legs.
"Want a drink? I'm buying."
Despite the booming music and general chatter and cheering around you, his voice cut through it all without barely raising it. Your swimming head told you you probably shouldn't drink much more but you felt like declining would ruin your chances. Raking over his form again, you licked your own lips absentmindedly as you took in his bulky, broad chest barely contained behind the massive clasps on his vest. You nodded dumbly and caught another gilded grin as he spoke over his shoulder to the bartender. If you were paying attention to anything other than the intricate rings that decorated his fingers, you would have noticed he didn't even ask for your order.
From here you really understood how massive he was; even as you stood in front of his sitting form he was a whole head above you. He was quite literally tall, dark and handsome. Another quick gesture with his fingers.
"Well? Don't be shy sweetheart, come closer! I promise-"
Opening his mouth his let his tongue run over the metallic capped teeth before snapping his jaws shut with a clack.
"I don't bite."
The display was enough to freeze you in place a moment before you could over ride the weakness in your knees and nudge yourself closer. Inch by inch, you stepped up now caged in by his thighs. In a flash one of his hands darted out to graze over your hip and waist, running up your side boldly. Usually, you would have swatted him away; baffled at the fact he thought he could do that without losing a hand. Instead the fleeting touch sent sparks across your skin and forced a giggle from your throat. God, you really were drunk.
Without another thought the palm passing over your waist tightened and pulled you in. Your already unsteady legs mixed with the sudden jerk forward left you reeling, your hands scrambling to find a solid surface. They found one in the form of his shoulders, planting hard as that grip snaked around to rest on your hip. Heavy and sure, there was no way you were moving any further away now. The body beneath your hands continued to impress as you felt nothing but dense muscle and soft, tempting fat layered over it. Although you tried not to grope him too openly lest the other club goers notice, it seemed he didn't care much for what prying eyes might see.
Leaning in his cheek brushed yours on his way to the shell of your ear.
"Can I get a dance, sweetheart? Something to repay me for my generosity?"
Directly in your ear his voice was like silk, sliding through your brain and leaving a tingling trail in its wake. The suggestion should have pissed you off but you were so completely under his spell you didn't question it. Trailing up to his ear you replied, trying to weave the same amount of sultry allure into your own voice.
"Can I get your name, first?"
A low chuckle.
"And why do you need that, hm?"
"Because I'd like to know who's dick I'll be grinding on."
The words left your mouth before you could really stop them, tumbling past your liquor loosened tongue. It was far more flirtatious than you would normally pull but it worked like a charm, earning you more of those shining teeth.
"Victor, darling. Call me Victor."
It fit him so well it almost seemed obvious. Of course his name was Victor. Rolling the syllables around your mouth you whispered his name back to him with a hum, your body starting to sway with the music. Gradually, your movements got bolder and the fear of perception melted away. Right now, the only person that mattered was Victor lounging expectantly before you, his guiding hands encouraging you and holding you close.
Turning around you gyrated your ass against his hips, steadying yourself with his thighs. While you couldn't see him as you peeked over your shoulder, Victor was clearly enjoying the show. Sitting up to press flush with your back, you could hear him let out a soft groan. Alcohol could only be blamed so much for this as you tingled at every touch, every hot breath and growled word of praise.
Despite your hazy thoughts, you knew you could feel him slowly hardening beneath the tight leather of his pants. Pressing down harder you rocked your ass against it in more pointed strokes. Eventually, your dancing resembled dry humping more than any sort of rhythm, your arms reaching up to tangle around his neck and into his hair. It was almost embarrassing how wet you knew you were but given Victor's hips starting to rock along with yours, you knew you weren't alone.
"Want to take this someplace more private?"
Mumbled into your ear you were shocked you heard him at all but same as before, it cut through everything else around you and added to the heat in your gut. Those hands travelling down towards your thighs before rounding over your ass and back up to your waist. As if the alcohol wasn't dizzying you enough, Victor's touch and voice were leaving you weak and giddy.
"Y-yes! Please!"
"That's what I like to hear."
A flurry of movement followed all too quick for you to parse out. Victor had leaned back a moment to snatch the now ready drink off the bar before standing quickly and hoisting you up over one of his shoulders. All at once your feet left the floor and you let out a surprised yelp when you realized he was hauling you off. Wide eyes stared down now at the floor as your world was whirled around far too quick for your intoxicated mind to manage. Yet, you didn't feel fear. Not at all. Playfully kicking your feet, you couldn't hold the laughter that bubbled up in your chest and poured past your lips. Grinning wide, you watched as heads turned to watch you being carried away. Wading through the crowd, Victor brought you someplace he knew the two of you wouldn't be bothered.
Even with all the buildup, the twists and turns it took to get here, Victor had still just brought you to a bathroom. The walls a soft grey and everything still dimly lit. Thankfully those lights weren't strobing and the music only came through in the muffled bass that shook the walls. None of it registered past the intense stretch of Victor's cock and the cold press of the wall against your back as you were pounded into the tile.
Before you started, Victor let you take a swig of the drink he had ordered for you. It tasted just as strong as the first but more astringent. You assumed vodka, although you couldn't be sure. Regardless, with every rushed beat of your heart you felt the drink warm your blood.
At first you gripped his waist with your thighs, but now your legs were so weak he had to hold them up. With this more stable lighting you could tell Victor's skin was an inhuman grey and cracks framed his features leaving him looking half dead. Your foggy thoughts meant you never focused on it long before being drawn back to those bulging arms or the swell of his chest. In the scramble to undress enough, Victor's vest was popped open baring more of his body to your hungry eyes.
Grasping at the leather you moaned and whined loudly, unbothered now by the idea someone may hear you. You needed to let Victor know just how good it felt to be filled to the point of tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
"F-Fuck! Holy fuck Victor you feel s-so good!"
Panting the praise between hard, steady thrusts, you wished your body would cooperate enough to let you thrust back in turn. Instead, all you were capable of right now was limply hanging in his arms as he used your body. Beneath the mind melting pleasure was a little voice nestled beneath the general haze. It told you something was wrong. What that was, you didn't know, but there was a pull towards just how much more pliant and loose you had become since swallowing some of that drink.
'I was drunk already. I'm just drunker now.'
Silencing the complaints you focused back in on the present, Victor's grip on you shifting slightly and his thrusts pausing. Moving his hands to the backs of your knees, he pressed them further up, stretching you out. Just when you thought you couldn't go any further, your own body surprised you by doing exactly that. By the time he stopped, your thighs were squished flush against your chest folding you as far as possible.
Slowly sinking into you again, Victor tested the new angle and how it affected you. Your shuddering breath and fluttering eyelids were more than enough for him. Slowly he thrust into you, deep and hard he revelled in raking your walls with his fat cock. The new position left you seeing stars, fighting to keep your eyes open to watch Victor's body with every push. Given his size, you were face to face with his chest just to allow your hips to align right. It meant your view was mostly tensed, hard shoulders and dense pecs rippling and flexing in a hypnotic rhythm. More than a few times you leaned forward to plant messy kisses to his skin, pawing at him to ground yourself.
"G-God Vic-Victor I'm so-ah! So close! Please!"
Your words were as disjointed as your thoughts, all of them scattered like leaves against the rushing tide of your orgasm. Normally, you would have needed at least something on your clit to even get close to cumming. You couldn't even be bothered to blame the alcohol though as you teetered on the edge with nothing but Victor's cock filling your cunt to it's limits. The ragged push and pull of it over your tight, wet walls amplified to an intolerable high.
Coming undone you let out a high pitched squeal, your fingers digging into his skin as held on for dear life. Even in your weakened state, you body still twitched and writhed in his grasp with every deep wave of your orgasm. It was unlike any you had ever had, sapping the strength from you instantly and leaving you limp in his arms. The press of your thighs against your chest left it near impossible to catch your breath and yet that was getting lower on your list of priorities as you realized your vision was beginning to tunnel.
Blinking wildly, you tried to right yourself but found your head drooping forward more and more. Despite your best efforts, you were passing out. Any attempt to tell Victor came out slurred and unintelligible and your arms wouldn't cooperate long enough to allow you to tap him. Through the black fog that was crowding your mind, you still heard him laughing lowly at you as he continued to fuck your almost lifeless body.
"Aww...What's wrong, sweetheart? Feeling drowsy?"
Victor's voice was husky, panting out the words between strokes. His pace had picked up just a bit, his balls slapping obscenely against your ass as he bullied his way into your tightening walls. Even as you slowly lost consciousness, you moaned and gasped as the head of his cock bumped against your cervix with each punishing thrust. His cocky tone sent a rush of adrenaline through you as that little voice returned.
'He knows. The drink.'
No matter what it said there was no getting away now. Fighting to keep your eyelids open you still felt the sparks of electricity his cock sent through you as he pushed himself over the edge. A few particularly hard and fast strokes and Victor stopped entirely, lodging himself inside you as deep as he could with a series of grunts and shouts. Cum poured into you in ropes, flooding against your cervix before seeping out around his cock. His short, shallow thrusts only forced more of it to slide down around his shaft before leaking out onto the floor. All at once that black haze crept in before quickly overtaking you, leaving your body nothing but a slumped, sweaty mass.
Victor held you easily, panting and shaking as the last of his orgasm ran through him. He knew you had passed out but made no rush to pull out of you. If anything, he was shocked you had lasted this long, taking a mental note that you may need higher doses of that sedative in the future to knock you out. When he finally slips out it with a hard jerk and a wet pop, pulling out of your now uncomfortably tight cunt. Strings of cum connected the two of you, hanging heavily before snapping and dripping to the floor with the rest of it. If it weren't for the fact this floor was tile and had a drain in the center of it, this would have been a nightmare to clean up.
Moving your body as he needed, he cleaned the two of you up just enough to get you prepped for transport. While you wouldn't be the only person leaving this club tonight passed out and wrapped up in the back of a truck headed towards Rhodes Hill, you would be one of the few that was marked for Victor's hands only.
Heavy, thick darkness held you in place, keeping your eyelids shut despite your attempts to open them. Groaning, you tried over and over again to flutter your lids open only to regret it immediately when they finally did. The neon, overhead light flared the pressure in your head making you squeeze your eyes shut again with a pained but weak moan. Rolling around you tried to rub your throbbing head only to find your hands weren't moving. Struggling more, a hard pain around your wrist forced you to peek open your eyes again to try and see what was holding you.
Peering around blearily, you found you were in a hospital room. Bathed in a sickly semi-green light, it was only a hospital room in it's equipment and the metal gurney you were currently bound to. Glancing down, your clothes were gone, replaced with a thin cotton gown. As you took in your situation, the door to the room opened with a click followed by a series of heavy footsteps. In an instant, your eyes landed on the man that had brought you here, a rush of panic and realization surging through you.
Victor stood next to your gurney, now donned in surgical scrubs rather than the leather you met him in. Yet the grey skin and mountainous stature gave him away in an instant. Feather light touches trailed over your body as he admired your body again. This time, you got to see his yellow eyes wandering as they were no longer hidden beneath the metal visor. Watching his hands in anticipation, you fought against your restraints harder as he plucked a scalpel from a nearby table lined with other instruments. Leaning in, he caged you against the gurney with his body, an unmistakable kindness in his eyes.
"Don't fret, dear. The work we will accomplish together will be...extraordinary."
(I chose to rewrite the first few chapters I already published just because I wanted them written with a little more detail! Not really any changes to the main storyline, but have fun reading!)
tags - Victor Gideon x OC, OC insert, horror themes, violence, Sexual Themes
The training room was hot, the smell of musk and sweat filling the room as the task force trained.
Lily, among them.
Charlie threw a punch, his fist almost connecting with her jaw if she hadn’t blocked it with her wrist, a new sting of pain radiating up her arm.
Using her wrist to shove him back, she used all the weight in her right arm, throwing a direct punch to Charlie’s nose. “Fuck!” He hissed, grabbing his nose and taking a few steps back.
“Jesus could you try not to break my nose, Wraith?” He hissed, shooting her a dirty look.
Lily cringed at the call sign, taking a few steps back and wringing out her pained wrist. She still wondered who exactly started that little nickname for her.
She pushed some of her hair behind her ear, the raven locks damp with sweat. Charlie scowled once more before walking away, unwrapping his fists as he did. He mumbled something under his breath that Lily didn’t hear. Thankfully so.
“Blackwood.” Lily’s eyes snapped to the direction of her last name, Chris standing by the door of his office. He waved a hand for her to follow him, and she did.
It wasn’t often that she got called to his office, so it was either something bad or something okay.
Chris Redfield’s office was as clean as you’d expect to be. A desk, two sofa chairs across from it along with file cabinets and a whiteboard. A pressed uniform hanging in the corner, a nice tall plant and a patterned rug.
His desk was a chaotic sort of clean, file’s and old papers strewn about, his laptop open and facing him. He sat down, his hand motioning for Lily to follow suit.
She sat, leaning on her hand. “I didn’t really hit Charlie that hard. He just likes to complain because-“ Chris raised his hand, stopping her from continuing. “Graham is fine.” He mumbled, his tired eyes flicking to his computer before back at her.
“You’ve been assigned.” He said, making her eyebrows shoot up. “Really?” She said, trying not to make her voice fill with so much excitement.
“Don’t get over your head about it, you’re accompanying a DSO agent.” He mumbled, sliding over a file. Lily sighed, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “I’m as good as any other soldier here, you know that.” She groaned, leaning her head back against the chair.
“You know why they don’t trust you. I’d just be glad they’re letting you leave this facility at all.” He sighed, using his finger to push the file slightly closer.
Begrudgingly, Lily took it.
“You’ll be accompanying Leon S. Kennedy. The DSO has landed on a case they’d like him to investigate, and they requested you to accompany him.” Her brows shot up again at that. “They requested me?”
She looked at the picture on file. He looked old. Crows feet and slight smile lines, a few grey hairs and eyes of a seasoned, maybe slightly traumatized, man.
Chris sighed, leaning back in his chair. “You know that you are valuable? Just because your squad members don’t treat you like it doesn’t mean you’re not.” Chris pursed his lips, his eyes moving to the glass window of his office, watching the way Graham, Wilson and Perlman spoke in hushed tones and glanced at his office.
“They judge me because of…how you recruited me.” Lily noted, closing the file more aggressively than was necessary. Chris nodded, his eyes finding hers. “You’ve all had traumatic experiences, but you’ve never experienced each others.” He spoke gruffly “You’re file is mostly redacted, they only know what you tell them. Which is little to nothing.” He continued.
Lily sighed, leaning against the arm of the chair. “I’m not allowed to tell them anything. By your orders remember?” She said, shooting a tone of venom at Chris.
He was silent for a moment, before speaking again. “You think they got here easily? Had picture perfect lives? If they had, they wouldn’t be here. They wouldn’t know about Umbrella, or bioweapons.” He spoke directly towards her, making her look down in discomfort. “It wasn’t easy for anyone. They have things they wouldn’t tell each other, or hell, even me.”
Lily looked to the window, her eyes catching Grahams. He looked away, rolling is eyes and walking off.
“I know that. It doesn’t make it any easier to get along with them.” She sighed, standing. “May I go?” She asked, grabbing the file and holding it to her hip.
He pursed his lips, before nodding quickly once and leaning forwards, his hands moving to his keyboard.
Lily sat on her bunk, her eyes flicking through the thick papers of information on Leon Kennedy.
He was capable at least. He had little to no losses, at least recorded ones, and extraordinary hand to hand combat and weapon skills.
At least he wouldn’t be like the weak partners she had been paired with in the past.
There was a good bit of redacted information, something that made her curious but she moved past it. Best not to dwell on the past.
Hearing footsteps, she quickly closed the file and shoved it under her thin mattress.
She smiled lightly when she saw the familiar auburn red hair of Emily as she came around the corner. “Hey Wraith.” She spoke softly. Lily raised a brow, a smirk on her lips “I have a feeling that you’re the one who started that nickname.” Lily smiled, her teeth showing. It was easy talking to Emily, the two bonded the quickest.
Emily placed a hand on Lily’s arm, moving to stand between her legs. “Finally you get an assignment worth taking, huh?” She mumbled, smiling softly. “Leon and Chris worked well together. Or so I’ve heard.” She mused, giggling as Lily rolled her eyes.
“Yeah like 20 years ago. They’re both centurions practically.” She sighed, leaning back as Emily rubbed her arm up and down softly. “Will you miss me?” She asked, making sure her voice was low enough for no one else but them to hear.
Lily pursed her lips, her eyes moving away from Emily’s face. She remembered the countless times they kept each other warm, or satisfied and spent, naked limbs tangled together like twine.
Casual, they had both agreed. But lately it had felt like Emily wanted to do anything but casual.
Lily licked her lips, her eyes moving back to meet Emily’s “I thought we were keeping this causal, Berkhoff.” She sighed, her voice nothing above a hoarse whisper.
“Using my last name now?” Emily scoffed, pulling away from Lily. “Okay Blackwood.” She retorted, running a hand through her hair. “This is casual…what, is it wrong for me to miss the woman I’ve been spending my nights with?” She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. Lily rubbed her cheek, her irritation bubbling in her throat like bile.
“Of course you can…you just need to know…this isn’t going to become serious.” She explained, pursing her lips. Emily nodded slowly, her own lips forming into a line. “You tell me that, but have done nothing all month but fuck me and tell me you love me?” She hissed, her voice raising just an octave.
Lily stood, using her hands to motion ‘shush’. “It’s not like that…it’s just,” Lily sighed, exasperated “When this started we both agreed we weren’t going to make it serious. Ever.” She mumbled, narrowing her eyes. “You were the one who insisted on it at the start too.” She accused, turning her back to Emily.
She didn’t respond, but Lily heard the soft sniffle she tried to hide. “Well have fun on your fucking assignment then. And maybe do us all a favor and don’t whine about it when you get back.” She spat, turning on her heel and leaving.
Lily leaned her head back, placing her hands on her hips as she listened to the retreating steps of her comrade.
She knew all those months ago that they never should have started whatever it was that they had.
She pulled her thin blanket back, crawling onto her equally as thin mattress. She leaned an arm against her pillow, staring at the ceiling. Of course she would miss Emily, but she knew after what she had been through all those years ago, she couldn’t handle more heartbreak.
That morning felt stiff, Emily not around to deliver her flirty jokes or her meaningful advice. The suitcase she packed was light, tactical gear along with a first aid kit, some tools that would manage to fly under the radar at the TSA, a few books in case the assignment turned out to be boring.
Charlie and the others were in the break hall, sipping on their diet sodas and talking about their own assignments. She walked past them, suitcase in tow and satchel over her shoulder.
She made eye contact with Emily, who didn’t even offer a smile or a nod. Not even a scowl.
Lily pretended not to notice it, but deep down she had been hoping for a smile at least.
“Don’t let all your partners die this time, Wraith.” Charlie called out, making Lily stop in her tracks.
Slowly, she turned, her ears already red with irritation. “Watch your mouth Graham.” She spat, the already bubbling irritation and anger of her and Emily’s argument last night mixing into a heady bubble of rage in her stomach.
He laughed, making her teeth grind together like rocks.
“Maybe learn to block and your nose wouldn’t be so fucked up.” She retorted, making Charlie’s fragile ego waver at her words. “Maybe stop blocking with your arms and you could hold a gun without shaking, fa-“ Charlie didn’t get the rest of the word out of his mouth before Lily’s fist connected with his jaw, sending him back at least four paces.
He clutched his jaw, his eyes wide in shock as he replayed the moment in his head.
The two were on the ground quicker than the others could stop them, Charlie punching at Lily’s face. She succeeded in blocking most of the hits, only two of them landing on the side of her head and mouth.
She managed to kick him off, scrambling to stand as Wilson pulled him back. Lily felt Emily’s hand on her shoulder, and shook it off quickly.
“What the fuck is going on?” Their captains voice came, cracking the air like a whip. Everyone’s head whipped around, and Charlie looked down, clutching his now bloodied nose.
Lily felt blood dripping in small increments from her split lip, feeling the burn and ache in her head. “Are you both fucking kidding me?” Chris barked, walking over to the group and staring them down like they were dog shit on his boot.
“You’re grown adults. Fucking act like it!” He snapped, making Lily purse her lips and Charlie look up at her once before looking back to Chris. “Blackwood, get to your damn plane. Graham, get to the first aid unit and then come see me.” He hissed angrily, before turning on his heel and walking away.
Grabbing her suitcase, Lily turned and left, ignoring the way Emily’s eyes burned holes into the back of her head as she walked out of the building.
The plane was comfortable at least, plush seats and thankfully tiny bottles of vodka and small picnic sandwiches. Lily peered outside the small window she was sat by, the night sky full of stars and a full moon.
A man cleared his throat, making Lily peek over out of the corner of her eye.
“Hey beautiful,” The older man spoke, making Lily almost roll her eyes in annoyance. This was the last thing any woman would want to deal with, much less her. “Traveling alone?” He asked, leaning against the armrest.
Lily breathed hard out of her nose, looking over at him. He was fat, and not the strong fat kind either. Not that she didn’t prefer that, she just didn’t prefer it on creeps. His hair was brown with chunks of patchy white, a pair of small round glasses perched on his nose and burly eyebrows.
“Yes.” She answered, her lips pulling into a line. Something she did often now. The man beamed, thin lips pulling into an uncomfortable smile. “Well…what are you traveling for sweetheart?” He asked, his voice nasally and full of ill intent. “Work.” Lily snapped, rolling her eyes this time.
Either the man didn’t notice or didn’t care, but he pressed on regardless. “What do you for wor-“ “I’m a police officer.” Lily responded quickly, before he could even finish his sentence.
Thankfully, it worked. It wasn’t too far off from the truth, but it worked well enough. The man turned back to his phone, suddenly acting like she didn’t exist.
She leaned back, nursing a napkin on her now swollen lip, closing her eyes as she mentally prepared herself for her surely boring assignment.
This will be posted on Ao3 at some point soon, just whenever I get around to it and I will post the link whenever I get the chance. Also sorry for any inaccuracy in any chapters, I’m not 100% familiar with the game lore but I am doing my research!
I will also be posting head cannons or other shorts of Gideon so send me a request and I’ll be more than happy to post them whenever I can!
Mary has an eye for anatomical study and loves to sketch bodies in all their unique and beautiful forms. The doctor fascinated her the most. And with some convincing…
Going out to eat with Victor Gideon but he's literally not interested in his fucking food unless you shake it around in front of his dumb face until his prey drive activates.
Or
Vic eating you out and then taking a 48-hour snake nap after his meal
Absolutely fucking HOWLING at the thought of having to stick little blobs of his dinner to the end of a mini fishing rod and wriggle it about his plate to encourage him to gobble it up lmao. One hand on your own fork and the other just constantly flicking about and trying to be subtle about it.
There is not enough nutrients in fanny to keep him healthy! He's not taking that nap because he's full, he's taking that nap because he's a fat lazy bastard and he's afraid you're going to ask him to do things.
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