Anyways hear me out. Freaky energy and all, Victor is still a giant snake aah man, so he probably gets laid once in a VEEERY blue moon or doesn't get any action whatsoever. So going down that trope, man would deffo be hella touch starved and eager for that cooch. And once he gets it? Poof, brain gone, any thoughts and words that could appear in his head suddenly melted into need and horniness because damnnmm it was so long for him
Christ this does SO many things for me I almost don't know where to start (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝)
To start, holy shit Victor being a bit self conscious because he knows he looks odd at best and so he is used to leaning on his intelligence and personality. So when someone is legitimately interested in his looks first, he kinda short circuits. He holds it together tho just long enough to get you to bed.
The second he's there though? He's so fucking excited he has to stop himself from shaking. His heart is thundering, his head spinning, and he's hard as a rock. Yet he insists on trying to hold on to the air of confidence and competency he has. Tries to go slow, work you up to it, show off his prowess. However the more you touch him in turn, coax him closer and start stroking his cock he just crumbles.
Moaning, whining and sighing as he hastily opens you up just enough that he can fuck you. And God once he's inside you he's loud and desperate, eyes rolling back and mouth open and drooling as he just pounds you. Just lost in how wet and hot it is, it's honestly overwhelming. Doesn't take him long to cum but he refuses to let go until you've cum too. Be it fingers, his mouth, fuck even just more grinding against him.
Is absolutely attached to you for the next week or so, having gotten a dose of it and remembering how much he adores it. And knowing you're into him, he wants you over and over and over-
I have begun to long for you (I, who have no greed)
Pairing: Dr. Victor Gideon x fem!Reader
Summary: It's spring at the Rhodes Hill chronic care center, which seems to be affecting your boss Dr. Victor Gideon in many weird ways...
Wordcount: 7.3k
Warnings/tags: Porn with plot, smut, breeding, impregnation, heat/mating cycles, breeding season, unprotected Sex, multiple creampies, crying, begging, oral, pussy eating, vaginal fingering, biting, multiple orgasms, squirting, multiple positions, wall sex, missionary, doggy style, riding, mating press, spanking, overstimulation, body worship, slight aftercare, damn I ain't proof reading all dat
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You opened the window of one of the patients room, inhaling the crisp but warm air deeply and taking in the view of the garden behind the care center, which begun to bloom in pretty pastels.
It was spring, and the sun carried through the clinic, which always made the place feel a little more alive. It was a stark contrast to how dark and grey the sanatorium was in winter, though you never had to fear being cold when the snow piled up outside. Your boss, Dr. Victor Gideon, personally made sure that the whole building was throughouly heated every day.
It amused you. You knew Gideon had an obsession with snakes, but sometimes he even reminded you of one from the way he acted.
But even with spring lifting your persistent winter depression, work didn't let you catch a break. Most patients came in for seasonal allergies, parents brought their little kids who got sick in daycare, or because they ate the early blooming flowers on a field, which caused the children to get some bad tummy aches and nausea.
Yes, it wasn't pleasent to have a child puke over your scrubs, but you rather worked like this instead of dealing with the monsters that lurked deep within the restricted parts of the sanatorium- you liked to just check vitals, draw blood, sooth frightened kids before their talk with a doctor. Because, unfortunately, you weren't one. Not yet, at least.
You were dreaming of the day you would finally trade the title 'Nurse' on your nametag to 'Doctor', which is why you applied for a position at the Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center to further your education and highten your chances of reaching your goal. You had only heard good things about this establishment, and that it's owner was a very intelligent and brilliant virologist. Maybe a bit...scary looking, but that was the least of your concerns.
You had been working here for nearly a full year now, under Gideons wing. You learned from the best, and from the most charming practicioner you had ever come across.
You feared it wouldn't take long for him to completely wrap you around his finger to the point you were helplessly in love with him, damned to suffer from your unrequited feelings towards him for all eternity. Sigh..., who were you kidding? You had fallen for him long ago, his sophisticated and soft way of speaking, the way his snake coat stretched over his broad shoulders, how you could see the soft skin of his stomach through his leather vest that wasn't closed all the way and led down to the bulge in his pants...
You snapped out of your daydreaming as a loud bang echoed outside in the hall, almost making you drop the vial of blood you were supposed to test.
A flash of snake skin brushed past your door in a hurry. You swallowed, your neck hairs standing up in fear. You peeked around the corner out of the laboratory, watching him pace. "Dr. Gideon? Is everything okay?" you asked and he jumped, making you frown. That was odd, he never jumped at anything, and much less did he stride around the clinic like this. His steps were always slow and calculated, calm, not skittish.
He grunted. You couldn't see his eyes through his visors, but you knew he was looking at you. His tongue darted out between his cracked lips and he hissed, as if the action hurt him, his nose pulled into a snarl.
"Has Marie...gotten out again?" you whispered the last part, looking behind you into the dimly lit corridor, your hands growing clamy. Victor shook his head.
"No, she is safely contained. Do not worry about a thing" he assured you, his gentle voice returning for a split moment, his hand coming up to brush your hair behind your ear. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, both of you sharing a heated and desperate look. He almost seemed to pant as your skin bloomed warm under his fingertips, but he pulled away as if it had burned him, quickly stepping aside to bolt down the hallway. "I want the detailed records of all 35 blood samples on my desk at the end of the week" was the last thing you heard from him before he vanished around a corner.
It took a while for you to regain your composure. Victor had never touched you like that. He'd have his hand on your back sometimes when guiding you around the halls, and while it always made butterflies churn in your stomach, that was the most physical contact you had with him. It always remained professional, even when you wished it wouldn't, but whatever happened right now- that was anything but professional.
Something was wrong with him, or with the clinic. Or maybe the man who was a dressed in white and frequently visiting the centre was stressing him out.
The next days weren't much different, and his uncanny behavior was making you worry even more. Gideon seemed agitated, more active. It was rare to see him just sit and loom quitely somewhere. He was hunting through the building as if searching for something without even knowing what it was.
Another thing you noticed was that he had stopped eating. Usually, you would bring either take-out, meals from the canteen or food you cooked at home to share with him in his office.
These moments were your favourite thing every day, even when you only sat in silence. Most of the time he would read reports out loud to you while you lounged on his leather couch, chewing happily on your food, giggling when he would make a critical remark on how badly it was written.
Now he straight up refused it, every time, even going as far as to send you out of his office. He craved your presence, not that you would know, but at the same time he couldn't handle having you near for more than a few minutes. Your scent was just so strong he couldn't grasp a single thought!
His tongue desperately wanted to dart out and smell you properly, gather informations as to wether you were fertile and ready to have a mate, or if you maybe even had one already. The last thought made his chest ache, and his control was freying at the edges every time he saw you around the sanatorium.
God, he hated mating season. His work was his number one priority, but he couldn't even focus on that with you around. All he could think about was sinking into your warm, tight and fertile pussy, your body plush in all the right places to nuture a baby- your baby. He shook his head, taking off his goggles to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration. It would pass. He just had to hold out until spring ended. He would manage, barely.
While he worried he wouldn't be able to keep himself from bending you over the nearest table, you feared you were annoying him. What if you were the reason he seemed to be so stressed? You were, but not because of what you thought- maybe you had messed up a task and this was his way of trying to make you realise your mistake? Would he fire you if you didn't figure it out fast enough?
That thought kept you awake the whole night and you almost didn't want to return the next day, too scared to come home with your termination papers Victor himself had signed.
You decided to work extra hard, you just couldn’t lose your job, couldn't lose the progress you had made, and you couldn't bear to lose the moments you had with Victor that were so dear to you.
You started by stocking up the supply room, something no one liked to do, and judging by the way dust and cowebs had gathered in the empty drawers, it was about time someone did this. You made your way all the way down to the delivery point for the clinic, where supplies, food, bedding, equipment and something even donated organs were brought by large trucks.
You gathered four boxes filled with gauze, band aids, sterile needles, latex gloves and disinfectant, and you hauled them up the stairs all on your own. You caught weird stares from your colleagues when you did, though no one offered their help.
When you reached the top of the stairs, your knees were already starting to buckle, but you pulled through until you could throw the boxes onto a table in the supply room.
You straightened up with a painful pop in your back, wiping the sweat from your brow and trying to catch your breath. With how rich Gideon was, one might think the hospital would have more elevators except the one in the east wing that was so ancient it broke down most of the time.
Then you went to stand on a small stool to stock up the highest shelves, neatly organizing everything so it had it's own designated section in the shelf.
It wasn't long until something, no, someone loomed behind you in the doorway. Soon you felt Gideons presence behind you, but you tried not to let his cologne and the fact he was standing so close the heat he radiated soaked into your back distract you from your assigned task, which you had ultimately given yourself to prove you weren't a failure.
His breath was fanning over your neck, it made you weak in the knees. Now that you stood on that little stool, you were pretty much as tall as his 8 foot self, and it was the perfect opportunity to do what the primal side of him had craved for the whole week.
You expected him to comment on you filling up the supplies, or that he needed you elsewhere- or that you were fired, but none of that ever came. Instead, you heard him shuffle closer, then he was rubbing his chin on you.
You froze up immediately, your breath stuck in your throat while he rubbed his chin along your neck, a little down your back and up to your shoulder. Your cheeks burned- what was he doing? But by the time the question even came up in your head and your brain pushed it's function to ask him just that, he was gone as if he never had been there in the first place.
It only escalated more from there, to the point you couldn't possibly ignore it anymore. Gideon would practically growl at any male doctor that came too close to you while taking reports or documents out of your hands.
One new male nurse had asked you for a patients file, Dr. Richardson had requested him to deliver it somewhere, but the poor boy got snapped at by Victor rather harshly, almost pissing his pants to put it frankly.
Gideon muttered brutal threats to any male-presenting living being in the entire sanatorium, going even so far as to reduce the amount of pain medication some patients recieved just because to him, they looked ar you a little too lustfully when you drew their blood.
You saw Gideon lurking at the end of the hall, arms crossed over his broad chest. He was guarding you, you realized with unease. It was your last straw, so at the end of the week, when you had to bring him the blood sample reports anyway, you decided you would finally confront him about his behavior.
That evening, you went to his office as the end of your shift approached, knocking on the heavy wooden doors that seemed to loom over you. "Come in" came his voice muffled from the other side. He sounded on edge.
You pushed the door open with your ellbow as you carried in the pile of reports. The smell of aged leather, whiskey and Victors musk hit your nose instantly, the combination making your legs feel like jelly. "I bring the blood sample reports you requested, sir" you said, your voice strained from the weight in your hands, and you let the papers land on his desk with a thud.
He wasn't wearing his mask, he usually didn't in his office, which meant you could see his beautiful yellow eyes, though he wasn't looking at you. He was fidgeting with a letter opener knife, his jaw set tightly. His tongue darted out briefly before he dismissed you with the flick of a hand "Thank you. You may go now" he merely rumbled, brushing a hand through his hair, still not looking at you.
At first you stepped away, but you stopped yourself from following his order like you usually did. You stood in front of his desk and pulled on your fingers in a nervous manner. "Dr. Gideon..." you started the question, your chest aching as he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose "Yes...?" he asked you then, though you couldn't place the tone of his voice. Annoyance? Tiredness? Barely contained restraint?
"...am I fired?"
That made him stop twisting the letter opener between his fingers, the sharp tip scratching across his desk. "What? Where did you get that impression from?" he questioned, wondering if Zeno had mouthed off sometime, even though he held no power in this establishment.
Well, from you!" you blurted out, stepping closer to his desk "You've been acting weird lately. You seem restless and agitated, you snap at people more than usual and I can't help but think I'm the one stressing you out because I don't meet your standards" you explained desperately, waving your hands around to get your point across. "Please, Dr. Gideon, I need this job. If my work isn't to your satisfaction, I promise I will work harder. I just need to know what I'm doing wrong"
You practically pleaded, your eyes wide and he knew if he told you, you'd drop to your knees to beg. You looked genuinely scared, and that made even him feel bad.
He shook his head and something in you lightened, though that tight feeling in your chest remained. "No, I am not firing you. I never...I never thought of you as a failure." Victor admitted, gnawing at his cracked bottom lip ever so slightly "You are a brilliant nurse, and you would make an even better doctor. All in good time"
He just wanted you to leave as soon as possible. Your scent, especially when you were this emotional, was stinging in his nose unbearably. He was fighting the urge to pace through his office like he did the last few days, but if he were to stand up right now, you would see the raging hard-on pressing against his pants.
But it seemed like you weren't happy with his explaination, so you stayed, much to his suffering. "Then why are you acting this way? Is something bothering you? Do you feel sick-" you were always so caring to others, so sweet, it threatened to make his teeth rot. He held his hand up to silence you "This is none of your concern" he assured you calmly.
"But it is concerning me!" you raised your voice slightly, you had never shouted at him like this, and that turned Gideon on even more. "If you're sick, I can help you. I want to help you"
He leaned back, a low hiss escaping him as you got too close. His gaze dropped to your body, your curves filling out your uniform in all the right places, hips wide and soft and full...something darkened in his serpent like eyes. "Help" he echoed, sounding a bit amused, as if you didn't know what that implied. Victor stood slowly, unfolding to his full height, making you feel ten times smaller. "You have no idea what you are offering, darling" The tone of his voice made a shiver run down your spine, and the fact that he had called you darling made your thighs clench together helplessly.
"Tell me" you pressed, craning your neck up to meet his eyes with your heart pounding in your chest. "I can handle it, whatever it is. I just want you to feel better" you promised almost too eagerly. A bitter chuckle rumbled from his chest. He circled his desk, closing the distance until his whole body drowned yours in shadows. For a moment, he only stared down at you without saying a word, a frown etching onto his face. "What's wrong, Victor?" you let yourself whisper, his name on your tongue enough to bring him to his knees.
He huffed, he never planned on telling you this. Ever. But your gaze was so unraveling. Well, he had already acted so out of line you grew suspicious and approached him about it- he might as well just say it.
"It's spring" he said simply, as if this was the explaination to everything. "You do realise what that means for most animals, correct?"
The heat between your legs exploded, filling every inch of your body, your cheeks starting to glow bright red. "Spring is, uhm, m-mating season" you spoke carefully and hoped you understood what he was implying. Otherwise you just made a total fool out of yourself.
His answering nod put your mind at ease but shocked you just as much. Was he...? Oh my god, your boss was affected by the mating season!"I
t makes me...restless. It drives me crazy every year. I'm driven by the primal urge to find a suited mate" Gideon admitted, stepping even closer to you, his hand ghosting over your arm- not yet touching you as he leaned down to your face " I tracked your scent especially" he whispered into your ear, his forked tongue darting out again to taste the air near your neck. He groaned deeply at that, trying not to sink his teeth into your shoulder "And you smell...so fertile, delectable. Perfect."
You almost whined in disappointment when he straightened back up and you almost followed him by falling forward into his chest. But you stayed put, even when your knees felt like jelly.
Your lips parted gently as the hand hovering over your arm brushed your hair from your face, his touch so light you barely even felt it. "I've been craving you. Only you. I do not wish for anyone to have you except for me" Victor confessed and you leaned into his cool touch that sizzled against your warm cheek.
"The way you handle those children, patient and gentle. Forgive me, but seeing you like that makes me lust so shamelessly over you." His hand wandered from your face to your waist, softly squeezing the flesh in revelation. "Your body is just made for carrying life. So beautiful" he muttered to himself, eyes dipping lower, his large thumb pressing into the plush of your stomach.
Then, he was gone, stepping away from you until the back of his thighs hit his desk, bracing himself on the wood with his head hanging low "I understand if this is... disturbing to you, disgusting even. I would never lay my hand on you if you voiced your discomfort. It'll pass on it's own when spring ends." But you could tell how much this killed him to say. And it killed you that he hadn't bent you over already.
You had touched yourself countless nights to thoughts of him- his massive frame pinning you into the mattress, that forked tongue exploring your pussy until he knew it like the back of his hand, his cum flooding you until you swelled with it. And now you didn't know if this was real or if you were experiencing a very convincing wet dream.
Your legs shook as you approached him with desperate steps, practically throwing yourself around his neck and pulling him into a needy kiss. His eyes widened before they closed in hunger, wrapping his arms around you to press you close against him. He picked you up to spin you around, placing you on top of his desk, documents and papers flying to the floor in his haste.
"I want your baby, Victor" you breathed against his cracked lips, successfully making him groan out a curse, his mouth crashing back onto yours, demanding entrance you gladly gave him, his tongue slipping past the seam of your lips to tease your own, the split ends flicking against the roof of your mouth as he tasted you.
You moaned into the kiss, your hands clutching his coat, the snake skin texture rough under your palms.
"Say you're mine" he murmured against your lips, nipping the bottom one with his golden teeth. "Please, I need to hear it from you" his hands roamed your body, large palms cupping your breasts through your uniform. You arched into him, gasping as he unbuttoned your top with deft fingers, exposing your bra that held your beautiful tits which would soon fill with milk and ripping it off your body easily.
"Fuck" you whined as you suddenly felt so bare, your fingers fumbling with his thick belt, the snake buckle cold and confusing in your hands as your arousal clouded your mind "Yes, I'm yours. All yours. Want your cock inside me" you whimpered, eager to get his pants off.
He chuckled, shrugging off his coat before he ripped apart your pants next. And you didn’t even care, the scrubs were provided by the hospital anyway. He could tear them up as often as he wanted. "Spread your legs for me, sweet girl" he ordered and you did so quickly, revealing your panties that were damp against your plush pussy. His eyes locked onto the wet spot, tongue flicking out. "So this is what I've been smelling the whole time. Utterly soaked, gorgeous" he whispered and lowered himself onto his knees, his broad shoulders pushing your thighs apart.
Gideons breath ghosted over your clothed cunt, then he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and yanked them down, the fabric tearing slightly.
"Oh god!" you shrieked as his split tongue lapped at your folds, the forked tip hooking under your clit to flick it, the sensation was nothing you had ever felt before and you moaned in surprise. He dipped to your entrance, licking and sucking.
Slick sounds filled the office, wet and obscene as he ate you out like a starved man. His tongue dove as deeply as he could, curling inside you, tasting your arousal while his nose bumped your clit. You gripped his hair, thick salt and pepper strands slipping through your fingers, your hips desperately bucking against his face hips 'Victor- fuck, your tongue! feels so good...m'so close" you almost cried "Wanna cum on your cock, please" you begged him, but you couldn't bear to push him away.
He hummed, vibrations shooting through you, one thick finger joining his tongue suddenly. Allthough he pushed in slow, you yelped, your thighs squeezing his shoulders at the stretch "Patience, my dear" he rasped, pulling back to watch his digit disappear inside you, coated in your juices "I need to open you up for my cock first, mama. It's big, and I don't want to hurt my precious girl" he didn't sound smug, just genuine, and it was so, so hot.
He added a second finger, scissoring them, his thumb rubbing your clit in firm circles. Sweat beaded on your skin, the room growing stuffy and your breaths coming in pants as you clawed at his forearm to ground yourself.
Tears pricked your eyes from the building pressure. "O-oh, I'm- fuck, I'm cumming" you gasped and his thumb pressed on your clit just right, fingers curling to hit that spot inside and you shattered, your first orgasm of the evening crashing over you, slick gushing onto his hand, down his forearm and making the dark wood of his desk shine like it had been freshly waxed.
"Good girl" he praised, rising to his full height again and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His pants strained against his thick bulge and you instantly went to reach for it, unzipping him with trembling hands. His cock sprang free, heavy and veined red like the rest of his body, the head flushed and leaking pre cum. It was huge, matching his size, easily as thick as your wrist and your mouth watered at the sight.
You stroked him softly, your pussy clenching in anticipation. He threw you a look as if to ask if you were still okay with this, but you just yanked him forward by his leather vest, your legs falling open and wrapping around his hips, the head of his cock slapping lewdly against your clit.
His thumb circled your entrance, nudging his cock between your folds to coat it in your wetness before lining himself up with your pussy. He thrusted in slowly, his cock quickly breaching the tight ring of muscle, making you hiss in discomfort. 'Shh...Just breathe" he murmured, gently stroking your neck and shoulder as the stretch burned in your core, your walls yielding to his thickness. "You're so big" you mewled, gasping as he finally bottomed out, the sting fading instantly as he was nestled right where he was supposed to be.
Gideons head fell to your shoulder with a moan, one that came from the very depths of his soul, like your warm pussy had been the cure for all the pain he was experiencing- and my god it was. It was salvation, utterly blissful.
Your arms snaked around his neck to pull him closer, your lips latching onto his neck, kissing and sucking the scarred skin there. A rumble formed in his chest and he pulled out to push back in, both of you keening at the sensation. It wasn't long before his thrusts became rough and desperate, the desk scraping across the floor from the force. You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders and adding new red lines across his back.
Your body jolted with every thrust, your skin slicking with sweat that made you slide back and forth on the smooth surface of the desk, though Victor kept you caged safely and securely in his arms.
Your pussy squelched and drooled around the size of his cock, hot and messy, your walls snugly dragging over his whole length.
"Harder! you begged, your voice breaking. 'Fuck me- oh god, you want to breed this pussy, don't you?" you mewled, your eyesbrows scrunched up in pleasure. Your words made him lift his head from your neck, and the expression on his face was the most neediest, most desperate you had ever seen on any person before.
He nodde urgently, the gesture accompanied by- was that a whimper? Fuck, you almost creamped all over him at the sound. You grasped his face with shaking hands "Y'wanna knock me up?" you slurred and that made him buck his hips faster, the curve of his cock perfectly hitting your sweet spot and making you throw your head back.
"Yeah, you wan' it?" you whined, trying to look into his eyes. His were glazed over, his mouth opened in a pant while he watched your tits jiggle, the coil in his groin twisting. "I want it, I want it" he rasped, his brow furrowing. He looked like he was about to cry while he pressed open mouth kisses to your face, his harsh pounding faltering as he approached his climax. Your words emptied his head, all function reduced to the desire to watch you swell with the child he'd plant into your womb.
He craddled your head between his big arms, mindlessly drooling onto your face, slamming home against your cervix again and again- all while you whispered the most perfect things into his ear. Even if he tried to hold off his orgasm, it would have been futile with the filthly words you squealed. "Tell me you're gonna fill me up, say it" you pleaded, his cock dragging against your walls, hitting as deeply as he could, subconciously carving out a space for a baby with his cock.
He moaned, the sound almost throwing you over the edge "Yes, yes, I will. I'm going to...pump you so full" his words ended with a small whine, so needy. You knew if he kept going like this, just a few more thrusts would throw you over.
Just the thought of his thick, creamy cum forcing itself into your awaiting eggs had you crossing your ankles behind his back, arching into him while hugging his face close to your shoulder. "Get me pregnant, Victor" you whispered into his ear, and that did it.
Your orgasm ripped through you, your pussy fluttering and tightening around him. The sensation made him choke on a groan, grabbing your hips to push you down to the base of his cock when he errupted. You could feel the force and the amount of his release exploding against your cervix, a pathetic sob leaving your lips.
You milked him for all he was worth, your pussy so tight he could barely pull out- not that he wanted to. He kept rocking his hips, opening you up, ensuring your body welcomed every single drop.
When your climax faded, you fell boneless against the table, your legs slipping from his hips to dangle over the edge of the desk, trying to catch your breath somehow. You were done, fucked out, your body buzzing with warmth and exhaustion. Victor on the other hand seemed far from done. He pulled out with a hiss, letting you rest for a quarter of a second before your world tilted and you were hauled up by him and being moved over to his leather couch.
He dropped down into the soft cushions, his cock, which was shining with slick, still stood hard and proud between you. "Ride me, darling" he panted, shrugging off his vest that was stuck to him from the sweat, finally letting you see him bare.
His soft pecs and stomach made your mouth water, making you push aside the fact how tired you were. You straddled him, parting your thighs, a bit of his cum leaking from your gaping hole back onto his cock. His dick gave a throb at that and you sunk down slowly, his hands on your hips guiding.
It was deeper this way, his cock spearing you, his soft belly pressing against your plush one. You mewled at the stretch, though it wasn't nearly as bad as before.
Like it was the only thing your body knew how to do, you started rocking on him, your trembling legs lifting you in a soft bouncing movement, your tits jiggling from the effort. "Look at you- bouncing on me like you were made for it. Gorgeous" Gideon praised you breathlessly, leaning down to capture a stiff nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. You moaned as he bit it, riding him faster, sweat dripping between you.
It felt like he was splitting you in two as he grasped a handful of the fat on your thigh to buck up into your sopping cunt, you wondered how you even fit everything of him inside you. But did it really matter when it felt this good, when you were just about to cum again? Your second orgasm crashed over you, squirting heavily over his thighs with a yell, the force of it making his cock slip out of you. You fell forward against his chest, shaking helplessy.
He shushed your cries with a firm hand on your back as he slipped back inside you, nudging you to keep moving. But you only shook your head against his neck "I-I can't...my legs" you sniffled, clinging to his broad frame. Indeed your legs were trembling like leaves, so weak and aching, you'd probably collaps if you tried to stand.
Victor cooed, kissing your temple as you tried to apologize, you just couldn’t keep up with him. "Do not worry, darling. Let me do all the work, you just have to focus on feeling good. Can you do that for me?" he whispered in your ear to which you nodded.
He lifted you then, his cock still nestled inside and you shrieked with every step that drove him deeper into you. He pressed you up against the wall, the wallpaper scratchy against your back, but you forgot the uncomfortable sensation the second he pulled back to thrust back in, pounding you against his office wall to find his release.
He had hooked his arms under your thighs, nearly folding you in half, your legs squishing your breasts to your chest, making it hard for you to breathe. You yelped his name, your arms hanging losely around his neck as he fucked you like a doll, as if you didn't even weigh more than one.
The door wasn't locked, anyone could just walk in now, especially because of an emergency, and they'd see you get brutally pouned by your boss. You had overheard that the man dressed in crisp white sometimes liked to show up annanounced when he felt like it. And somehow the thought of him bursting through that door any second was turning you on so much.
It wasn't just the feeling of being owned, but for others to see it, too. To make the world know how desirable you were through Victors eyes, who would move mountains to grant you any wish.
Love swelled up in your chest and you tried to hug him tighter to you, but you felt so lighthearted that you could only lean your head on his shoulders, tears streaming down your face "Fill me up, I want your babies" you sobbed with your voice fading, nuzzling closer to his neck in search of comfort, your shared arousal dripping from your pussy onto the hardwood floor.
He turned his head to kiss you softly, a stark contrast to his fast pace. "I have to make you cum before I do, my dear. I will not allow myself release before then" he panted against your lips, his hand disappearing between you to rub your clit. The pressure made you lose it quickly, and you bit into his neck with a pathetic yell. Only then did you feel him swell inside you, spraying his load, his hot cum completely flooding you. It was so much that it bubbled out around him, wetly squelching as he tried to shove it back in where it belonged.
You felt like dead weight in his arms, sweating, hair a mess- you weren't even sure if the lower part of your body was still attatched to you.
He gently slid you down the wall, but he hadn't gone soft yet. He was still throbbing against his stomach when he pulled out with a lewd pop, his hot cum leaking out of you and making you cringe. Victor carefully placed you on his plush rug on all fours and you whined in protest. You didn't even try to hold yourself up on your arms, just folding them beneath your head to lay on them. "V-victor, I can't...too much" you sniffled, your knees burning from the texture of the carpet.
He shushed you lovingly, his large hand rubbing up and down your back, smoothing over the rolls and dipping into the curve of your spine to try and comfort you "I know, sweet girl. I know" he cooed, grasping one of your ass cheeks, giving the tender flesh a squeeze. "But I need to assure proper insemination, I need to make sure it takes" he reasoned with a hint of desperation in his voice. Even now, he couldn't lay off the medical terms, and it annoyed you as much as it turned you on. That was just how Victor was, and you loved it. You loved him.
After a few minutes of him just running his hands along your body, softly massaging, mapping and memorizing, you nodded for him to continue.
You couldn't see him, but you knew he was smiling crookedly. What you didn't expect was his hand, which had been gentle moments ago, coming down on one of your ass cheeks with a loud crack, pain blooming underneath his palm. You yelped out in surpise, arching your back, presenting your pussy to him- just like he wanted you to.
Your lips parted wetly, sticking from his loads, your hole gaping and just perfectly shaped for his cock. He smacked you a few more times to make you open up. When he deemed you ready, he slid back home with a groan, the sound mixing with a pitiful whine from you.
Gideon started thrusting again, his balls slapping against your clit from behind. Every time they did, you twitched from the overstimulation of it all.
Everything was aching, but in a good way. Your body felt warm, hot even, as if someone had wrapped you up in a soft blanket. Your head was in a place far, far away, only pleasure and satisfaction seeping through the cracks of your mindless haze, turning you into complete putty under his ministration.
Never had sex felt this good, so meaningful and right, like your body and soul were cherished in every sense. Yes, you were exhausted, more than you ever had been in your life, but you never wanted to miss his touch after this again.
His stomach was molding perfectly into the arch of your back while he pounded into you relentlessly, his hair sticking to the back of his neck from how much he was sweating. He loved humid weather, but even he felt like overheating. "You are...outstanding." he breathed out in awe, making you turn your head over your shoulder, tears streaming down your face.
"I have never...seen such a brilliant mind alike my own. So intelligent and sharp" he continued to praise your intellect, his hand snaking around to rest over the jiggling pouch of your stomach "I am aware my behavior might not have...t-translated my thoughts about you very well" he rasped, faltering for a moment as your pussy squeezed him tightly when he pressed on your abdomen.
"But oh, you are truly unique. I cannot let you go now, my heart wouldn't take it" then he leaned down over you, his weight pressing you into the carpet. You mewled as his breath ghosted over your neck, his fingers slipping from your tummy to your clit. When he found it, you writhered beneath him, biting into your arm before you came apart at the seams.
"But my cum is gonna take in that beautiful warm womb of yours, isn't that right? Until you're carrying our baby" his voice was sickly sweet in your ear, making you shudder even harder through your orgasm. He didn't say my baby, didn't say a baby- no, he said our baby, and that damn near brought you to tears all over again. You spread your legs as far apart as you could, making him slip impossibly deeper "Yes victor" you whimpered quietly, craving his cum. He brushed your hair away and bit right into your neck, his teeth sinking into your salty skin. Not enough to break, but to keep you in place when he emptied himself one last time into you. You could feel his groan vibrate into your head, releasing you after his cock had stopped throbbing inside you.
He helped you turn on your back. He slipped out and elevated your hips by pulling your legs up around his waist. You whined at that, your eyes closed as your body drowned in bliss, and deep exhaustion. He rubbed your thighs with a smile "I know my sweet girl doesn't want to move, but I can't let anything go to waste"
You laid there for minutes, maybe even an hour. There really wasn't any strength in you left after this, though you wouldn’t change a thing.
You didn't even register that he scooped you up into his arms after he had noticed you shivering, the sweat on your body cooling you down a bit too much. Gideon wrapped you up in a blanket that was slung over the back of the leather couch, but not before cleaning you up with a napkin. He made sure to cover you up all the way so you didn't feel exposed once your brain regained it's focus on where you were and what you had just done.
Before he even thought about dressing himself, he poured you a refreshing glass of water, making sure you drank it half way before he left you to change.
He seemed to have a wardrobe in his office you didn't know about, because when he came back, he was dressed in a plain black shirt that was just a bit too tight over his stomach and arms, paired with dark checkered pyjama pants. Fuck, if you hadn't been so tired, you would have jumped him again that second.
Victor provided you with some snacks he had laying around just for when you would visit his office for a rant. He knew you liked to munch on some chips or fruits when you shittalked some of your incompetent colleagues or mouthed off about rude patients.
A TV was revealed in the wall across from you as he pressed a button. Huh, you didn't know about that either. There had been a lot of surpises for you today.
He put on your favourite show, one you had talked to him about ages ago even though you thought he hadn't listened to you at all. Truth be told, the listened to and remembered every word you said to him. Ever.
The lights were dimmed, the windows closed to keep out the wind, soft rain tapping against the glass. It was perfect.
You were warm, hydrated and so tired that you knew tonight you would get the best and deepest sleep. The only thing missing was Victor himself, who sat away from you on his desk, mindlessly scribbling his signature over documents that were probably important enough to actually read, though he wasn't going to.
You played with the glass in your hand as you watched him, chewing on your bottom lip. You set it down next to the bowl of grapes on the coffee table before turning to him "Victor?" you asked into the quietness of his office.
His head snapped up, his yellow eyes glowing in the darkness. You didn't say anything else, just held both arms out to him in a silent plea. And oh, how could he say no to that? He ditched the papers and went back over to you with calm steps, just like the Victor you knew, before plopping down beside you on the sofa and pulling you into his arms.
"Are you okay?" he murmured finally, voice soft, thumb stroking through your hair. You nodded against his chest, sighing "More than okay" you whispered, nuzzling against him even more, wrapping your blanket around him too, your naked form molding to his dressed one.
He kissed your forehead then, not paying attention to what played on TV, only paying attention to the way you breathed in his scent "I wasn't too rough with you, was I?" he asked after a moment, delighted to feel you shake your head "No...no, you were perfect" you reassured him, kissing his neck before settling again.
It wasn't long until you sagged away in his hold, completely out cold in his arms and clinging to him like he was the safest place on earth, even when he was anything but.
And as he looked down at your sleeping form in that moment, he realised one very important thing- He would do anything for you.
He would kill for you, he would die for you.
Either way, what bliss.
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Yes, I googled how male snakes act during mating season😭
So everything Victor does here- being agitated and active, not eating, fighting off other males, tracking scents, rubbing his chin along your back, biting your neck to keep you in place and spanking you to make you open up- male snakes do that in the wild too!
The more you know ig💔
Lmk how you liked it in the comments <3 (bc I am going to sleep its 2am help)
Contemplate this: Victor encouraging an apprehensive reader to mark him up with hickeys and bite marks. I bet he'd get way too excited if they were able to bite hard enough to draw some blood (꜆꜄ᴗ͈﹏ᴗ͈)꜆꜄꜆
( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) ohhhohohohohooo Anon your mind is so so so beautiful
With those crooked gold teeth and the whole snake motif I know Victor LOVES to bite. But its definitely not only one sided. While he normally does the biting he's not adverse to being the bite-ee. Most people are a bit apprehensive about trying to bite him though given he's large enough to kill them with a single solid slap. And while he probably likes a little lead up or warning, he does still like a good bite.
Second problem is the fact he isn't like any normal human. His skin is thicker and denser so biting too hard can hurt if not break teeth. However the skin along his neck and throat is particularly thin making it not only prime for safe biting, but also extra sensitive. Letting you crawl up on top of his hulking form he'd caress your body and pull you close.
"Go ahead, sweetheart. You can bite me. I'm all yours after all. Don't you want to mark me for yourself? I've done the same for you over and over again. Come, right here."
He'd tap his throat just under his jaw, leaning his head back to give you ample room. Under the grey, cracked skin you can practically see his carotid throbbing rapidly with his heart.
While sucking down and leaving hickeys was easy, you still needed ore encouragement before you really got your teeth in there. A giant hand pressing your head down into his skin was your hint to go for it. And go for it you did.
Biting down hard you pulled a moan from Victor that quickly turned into a louder groan and finally a shout. Sinking your teeth in deeper, you didn't stop even as his body arched below you and those fingers tightened in your hair. When he finally pulled you off, you thought you might have overstepped. Glancing down you found you had not only left a good mark, you had broken skin entirely and drawn a trickle of blood.
A surge of worry coursed through you but before you could apologize you felt the giant below you shudder. Running his fingers over the wound that soft moan returned followed by a near feral growl. Pulling you back in Victor caught your lips in a searing hard kiss. That forked tongue darted out to lap up the few drops of his own blood that clung to your lips and deepening the kiss. You were the one to tentatively pull away, easing your way down his neck as you peppered his skin with kisses. Tilting his head back, Victor offered up the vast expanse of grey skin.
as someone who had lizards for pets growing up….I can’t stop thinking about Victor Gideon’s routine shedding
because it doesn’t come completely off in one day, and we’d give them baths with medicine to help them get it off. And use tooth brushes to give them little massages!
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So like, imagining giving Victor a warm bath and massage when his skin is starting to feel taut again.
He’s a doctor, so he could easily perform a kind of surgery to get the shed off quicker. But the way you massage his rough skin, scratching his itches that are too deep under his skin to reach? Each stroke of your hand has him arching into you. Along his back, down his arm, up his neck, it doesn’t matter. He can’t get close enough to your warm, gentle touch.
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I remember we’d also have to pay close attention to our lizard’s toes, cause sometimes the shed can get stuck and cut off circulation. Same with their nose, as shed would come out of their nostrils and we gotta make sure they can breathe ok.
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Imagining giving Victor the literal spa treatment, doing facials and giving hand massages to make sure he doesn’t lose a finger. You understand how uncomfortable this can be for him, and he gets frustrated as shedding reminds him that his own body can be inherently self-destructive.
As a distraction? You let him talk about his latest discoveries with T Virus. You can get squeamish at times, but you’re willing to hear about his successful surgeries he’s done at work. Seeing his eyes light up for the first time during this cycle’s shed, and you can finally see his muscles fighting to relax.
Victor ranting about his latest developments, when you hit a particularly sensitive patch of skin and he cuts himself off with a whimper. Your hands easing up on the massage, but eyes locked onto his skin to ensure you’re not removing the shed prematurely.
At that point, maybe he gets a little squirmy. Maybe he needs you to talk him through it. Giving gentle “shhhhh, I’ve got you” and “you’re ok”. How strange it is to have such a monster of a man so vulnerable. Literally helping him shed his old skin, being the only source of comfort for this part of his cycle.
If he’s feeling particularly upset by the reminder of his body’s mortality, you’ll coo how beautiful and strong he is. Tracing his thick biceps and locking eyes to tell him how he rivals any human. Caressing up his neck and across his jaw while reminding him how strong his mind is. That maybe it’s a good thing his body holds him back, because he’d challenge god himself with that intelligence of his.
And after the shedding is complete? Victor’s skin never felt so sensitive before. Not in the way that he’d get chills from the slightest touch, but just that he feels……more.
Victor’s been sitting in the hot bath for at least an hour, but he NEEDS to be close to you now. He desperately needs to feel every inch of his skin against yours, exploring his newfound sensations. So desperate, he practically yanks you into the bath with him. But resting under his puppy dog gaze, with the heated water enveloping you both? You can’t complain.
It sucked having a dulled sensitivity for the week prior, and now he can’t pry himself off you if he tried.
It’s obvious he feels ten times better, but you can’t help yourself from egging him on.
“Theeeeere’s my beautiful doctor. Look at you with your luscious skin. How are you feeling, my love?”
For a medical professional, his words melt into anything but eloquence. The giant behemoth melts into puddy under your embrace. Babbling “thank you”s in between kisses against your neck. You’ll hear jumbled praises about how good you make him feel, and he won’t hesitate to detail where exactly you feel so good against his skin….
He claims it’s “for science”, but you can read him like a book when he guides your hand up and down his body to explore his new sensitivity. Every crease in his joints, every edge of his scars. It kills Victor that he can’t feel you everywhere at once.
Victor keeps laughing at Leon's sass and Leon isn't helping and keeps making more jokes.
Grace forgets her lines and starts using the lines of others. She fumbles props.
Zeno accidentally lights something on fire with his cigarettes. He also has a sequence where he keeps adding cigarettes each time the camera cuts away from him to see who notices first. He wears Victor's jacket and it's dragging all over the floor.
Victor pretends to be Leon for the interrogation scene and the chair breaks. Leon has to get a step ladder to mess with his hair.
By the way.. my steam friends were watching me reopen this game, live, every two minutes... for like... two hours..... just so I could... screenshot this....
the mlems.... it was all....for the mlems.........................
he is SO BAFFLED. By being called stinky breath. I cannot. He also sighs after that. (you have some things to learn from Saddler, Victor..)
Also I feel like it goes without saying that we are in a SEVERE lack of submissive Victor Gideon fanfics.
Like I want this big giant on his knees whining about how touch starved he is. How long it's been since he's even felt the touch of another human being in any way.
Just imagine all the time he's spent in his office, stressed from everything and he just sees one intern that peaks his interest. It just sets him off. He's huffing and whining on his couch. He's putting his fingers in his mouth and immediately plunging them inside himself knowing damn right anyone could walk in on him, yet his carnal viscera floods his brain and body.
All the times that Victor has spent touching himself everywhere. Putting his hands against his neck, his shoulders. Rubbing his thighs or his chest imagining someone.
This man is a touch starved slut that is begging and screaming to be ruined in any way, pain or pleasure, it doesn't matter he wants someone to just touch him already. He wants to be ruined. Reduced to nothing. This man is the same man that calls Spencer 'Master'. He already has submissive tendencies.
Plus the leather? The snakes? The chains and rings? The fascination with pain? The touching? The whimpering he's done? The silent giddiness, the observation. This man has kinks that NO ONE knows about that he wants to exercise immediately.
The dangerous duo of naga! Victor and chicken! Male reader.
Being with a snake hybrid was a terrifying experience, the first few days you nearly lost all your feathers after being scared so many times.
But eventually you got used to Victor holding you close, both arms and tail.
The few times before, he would grab your arm to inspect it, fascinated that another creature with scales could be warm while he's cold.
But one thing he wonders is if you could carry his eggs. At first he didn't think anything of it, just a question you think about with no answer given, but when he got that question again, he would get his answer.
Victor's hand stoke your leaking cock, his hand moving up and gently tugging near the tip. The pleasure and impatience made you whined as Gideon continues his slow strokes. He detects it through his lens, the faint box zooming in to your dazed look. A smile spread across his face, a hint of glee and excitement in his eyes as he positioned his lower body.
The snake body coiling on itself, the two harden cocks, both coaked with spit and precum, standing right below your ass. His hand moves way and hold your thighs, keeping a firm grip on your skin.
"Brace yourself, dear." He murmured against your ear, his tongue darts out to lick a small strip on the outer shell of your ear.
"What are you- ah!" You yelp as the double cocks nudged into your ass, stretching and going deeper and deeper till it fully sits in you. The feeling of the two pulsing cocks stretching your walls made your mind go blank.
"You feel good around me, dear." Victor groans as he started bouncing you on his cocks. The two slides out till the tip remained then went back in, the tips nudging at your prostate.
Your body jolts and shivers with the pleasure buzzing in your body, it felt nearly overwhelming. Your eyes water as you gasp and whinpered, each thrust causes a tear or two to shed and roll down your face.
"You'll be a beautiful answer for me, could you lay eggs, my eggs." Gideon grunted as his tongue darts out and licks up a tear, his body shudders and his cocks couldn't help but let out a few spurs into you. He can't help it! Your tears make his cock just cum then and there, but he has to hold back, he wants to savor this moment while it lasts.
His hands tighten on your thighs, his nails digging lightly into your skin. Your hands found its way to his forearms and held onto them like a lifeline, you swear by the time you reach your peak you'll black out. Your head rolls back as your eyes rolled back, the pleasure had made your brain turn to mush, making it hard to think or speak coherent sentences.
"Victor need to cum, please." You whimper as your cock twitched, announcing its reaching end. Victor chuckles and attacks youe neck, his tongue slithering (pun intended) across your skin. His lips pressed against your skin as he sucks and suddenly bites down, he could taste the faint taste of iron as your blood beads around his teeth.
Your cock jumps and spurs cum against your stomach and thighs, some even on your lower chest. Your body slumps against Victor's chest as he continued to thrust into you, your body twitched and shudders as Victor's thrusting grew quicker and less steady.
His arms wraps around your thighs and pulls them up till the front of your thighs hit your chest, his hands positioned behind your head and his fingers intertwined and lock with each other; locking you into a full Nelson.
"H-huh?! Victor- eep!" You squeaked as Victor thrusts himself deep into you. His cocks twitching as they filled you up, his cum filling into your rectum, your belly starting to bulge a bit from the about of his load being filling into you.
Your body froze as Victor lowers himself down with you, his arms sliding down your chest to your lower belly. His palm on the small bump as he murmured against your ear,
"Soon you'll lay those eggs."
Who will tell him that male chickens don't lay eggs?
My first post on this account. Victor Gideon and my OC as animals. Hes a Reticulated Python (I figured that's the snakeskin his massive trenchcoat is made out of) and they're a White-Winged Vampire Bat.
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