In times of widespread Leon-hysteria, it's important to represent a camp where a giant, long-haired zombie doctor in a coat and steampunk mask objectively wins in charisma.
Hiiii can you write a Victor Gideon fic in where he has period sex with reader? Love your writing ♥️♥️
natural remedies
Summary - Giving how tuned in to your needs Dr. Victor Gideon has proven to be, trying to hide something as afflicting as your menstrual cycle was always going to end in...well...something. (1.4k)
Yelping in pure surprise as you drop the box of tampons you had been subtly attempting to borrow from one of the more well-stocked nurses’ stations which litter the Rhodes Hill care facility you were now seemingly forever bound to; you whirl in place to find Dr. Victor Gideon standing at a polite distance from your surprised frame. His visor-less gaze is cool and clinical, gently sweeping between the box which now lies in a messy disjointed pile on the floor and the deer-in-the-headlights expression which is no doubt holding on your features.
Mortified at the discovery, your voice stutters as you speak, “Victor! I didn’t know you wer-”
“Sweet thing, why did you not tell me?” Having the gall to almost look put out at the lack of afforded information, Victor stands as still as a statue with his hands clasping across his stomach – something tight in his shoulders making you pause as your eyes dart around his familiar outfit to avoid his gaze.
His body language is off; coiled and restrained in a way which isn’t like his usual casualness and the strangeness of it puts you on edge immediately.
“Hey, why are you- are you okay?” You ask, anxiety igniting within your thoughts.
The question sparks life within him, his feet heavy against the floor as he strides the few steps which lay between you until his presence is all you can feel. At this close proximity, the scent of antiseptic and embalming chemicals which follow him like a second skin burns acrid in your nose and you push past it to gaze up into the face of Victor as he stares down at you with an expression which is laced with a frankly terrifying hunger.
“I can smell it.” Victor groans and the desperation in his voice sends a shudder through your skin as his hands wrap around your waist to pull you close until your stomach is flush with his own. “The blood. So fresh. It’s like a siren call, my love. How could you not tell me?”
You gasp as you feel his cock, already wickedly hard within his pants, pressing into your body and there is no denying that his reaction to your natural cycle is one which stems from a genuine need. Disgust rises in your throat but with it comes a pride which is somehow worse, your hormonal state making your emotional regulation haywire even without his interference.
Wracking your brain as he subtly grinds his arousal into your skin, seemingly unable to stop himself, you realise with some surprise that this was the first period you have taken since your time trapped within the walls of Dr. Gideon’s private facility and your ongoing dalliances with its monstrous owner. No good thing could last forever apparently.
“Victor, I don’t think-”
He interrupts you quickly, his voice soft and dangerously tempting as he uses his low tones to lull you into a gentle agreement, “Arousal alleviates symptoms.” He croons with a hypnotic murmur. “I am in a position to help you. A very unique position.”
“By helping yourself?” You can’t help the slight accusation in your tone, the toughened skin of his thumbs delving up to tease the hem of your shirt as he strokes the exposed slivers of your skin like the finest china.
“You vex me. You would deny an old man his pleasures?”
His hand drops, brazenly pushing up your skirt until two of his fingers are able to stroke along the fabric of your panties with a teasing swirl. The sensation makes you gasp, immediately pushing into his hand as your need eclipse your shame in a blink. Victor continues to gently massage at your cunt, the firm pressure making you squirm as arousal floods your gut but the slow pace is frustrating, hormones making your patience short.
“Victor!” You keen his name out and the single word is enough to spur him fully into action, the barrier snapping as Victor snatches you from your feet and plants your ass on the closest gurney. He pushes your skirt up into your hands, wordlessly demanding you hold it high and keep it out of the way of his prize as he drops to his knees by the side of the gurney – the position putting him on easy eyeline with your cunt.
His fingers are wickedly deft as they don’t seek any permission before hooking within your panties, pulling away the now blood-slicked fabric with a look of such hunger that something in your chest tightens as you watch his forked tongue flick out against his lips, clearly desperate to run along the material as he grunts and drops them carelessly to the floor.
Without hesitation, Victor returns his hands to your knees, opening them easily as he slides his cool hands up to the skin of your inner thighs
“You enjoyed what little my fingers gave,” Victor croons, his excitement palatable as his thumbs spread your folds wide to leave every inch of you exposed, “now enjoy my tongue without shame.”
And, with that, Victor presses his head between your thighs and a high, pitching noise breaks free of your chest as his tongue immediately licks a long stripe along your slit – gathering the accumulated arousal and blood which his earlier ministrations had already sparked. You skin feels heated, the ovulation making the sensitivity of certain areas unbearable and Victor, seeming to have a sixth sense for them, treats every inch of you to his undivided attention as he sets about devouring you.
Golden teeth kept carefully tamed, Victor is content to allow his tongue and lips to drive you to madness as he alternates between voraciously swallowing down everything you have to offer while also affording your clit enough attention to ensure that all you can do is whine and plead for more with every unstable breath.
Eventually he has to pull away and bright golden eyes glances up at you as your fingers curl into your skirt so tightly that you’re surprised you haven’t ripped through the fabric yet. The slickness which coats his mouth and chin is stained with red, the graphic sight enough to cause a fresh flush of shame to burn through your face and chest. The shame passes quickly though as Victor only flashes you a wolfishly silent, bloodied grin before delving back into his prize, his tongue pressing so deep into your hole that, for a moment, you swear he can adjust its size at will.
“Dr. Gideon!” You scream his title as your fingers scramble at the thick skin of his skull, your nails catching some of the silver strands of his hair as the arousal snaps and you come around his tongue. The tension of your hands on his head pulls a grunt from his mouth, his lips never ceasing in their greed as he continues to eat you through your orgasm; licking and suckling at your clit as he delights in the fresh, tainted arousal which every spasm of your walls delivers to his insatiable need for you.
So lost in the aftershocks of your own release, you almost miss it when Victor pulls his mouth fully free of your cunt and instead rises from his knees to stand between your shuddering legs. The coppery scent of blood fills the space when Victor’s breath bares down on you as he curls his massive body across your own and lines his cock up with your still-twitching hole.
“You are my destruction and my salvation.” Victor whines, the final word punctuated by a sharp shove of his hips as he drives the thick, bulbous end of his cock within your cunt. A grossly wet sound resonates from the thrust as you cry out and throw your head back at the sudden onslaught of sensation.
Unprepared for the stretch, the pain mixing with the sudden fullness pushes you into another orgasm and you dig your nails into the exposed skin of Victor’s chest as you fight to find some purchase against the overwhelming pressure which he is subjecting your shattered nerves to.
Already worked up from his impromptu meal, the sensation of your soaked walls clenching around him pairing with the discomfort of your nails ripping through his hardened skin, is enough to push Victor over the edge. You barely have time to adjust to the terrible sensation of his cock before the heat of his release is burning deep within you, only adding to the delirious mess which draws another low scream from your chest.
Victor’s mouth finds your own and you discover that you don’t even have enough wits about you to truly care about the disgustingly metallic taste which fills your senses as he forces you to taste the mixed arousal and blood which had unravelled him so completely.
You would deny an old man his pleasures?
Apparently not when the rewards could prove so sweet.
