synopsis:You recently started having problems and decided to see a gynecologist… but you didn't expect what happened next.
pairing:Victor x Female!Reader
content warning: Nsfw (mdni!)•smut ofc•condoms•public sex ig•medical procedures•big cock (Who would have expected that?)
words count:2159
a/n:I think it’s a pretty good start, and I was actually learning something new about myself while writing it, haha.
tags:@falsevacuum
You've been having a bit of a problem lately, so you decided to go to your trusted gynecologist. You're not really sure if it's anything serious… because you haven't been able to come at all for a while now. Your libido was as usual everything was fine, except for this crucial moment. However, when you arrived in the waiting room, you were informed that the doctor had suddenly had to leave work, but that another doctor could see you. You agreed, even though the woman had known you for years. You found yourself at a door marked "Dr. V. Gideon." A woman was waiting in the hallway with you, currently more occupied with a book. You felt strangely stressed because you'd usually gone to your gynecologist and now a man was going to examine you. You had no preconceived notions about this; it just made you feel awkward. You were absorbed in your thoughts, almost constantly adjusting the dress you'd worn for the occasion today. Suddenly, a middle-aged man emerged from the office with a gentle look in his eyes. He immediately looked in your direction and said.
“Come in.” He looks genuinely okay , so you got up and walked in, feeling your legs turn to jelly. He closed the door behind him and sat down across from you at the desk.
“What are you coming to me for ma’am?” He leaned his elbows on the counter, looking in your direction.
“It’s a bit embarrassing…” You started, not knowing how to put it into words, biting your lower lip.
“I've been having trouble coming during sex for a while now… when I do it myself, it's no problem.” You admitted, feeling your whole face heat up. You realized it was normal, and he was a doctor, and there was little he was ashamed of.
“I see… and how long has this situation been going on?” He asked, twirling the pen in his hands: “Do you have a steady partner?”
You took a moment to think about it and then replied.
“Three months maybe… no, no, I just have everything as it should be, but at the crucial moment nothing happens,” You explained further, and he just frowned.
“Okay… I invite you to come behind the curtain so you can undress from the waist down, and then onto the gynecological chair .” He nodded and stood up, walking over to the sink to wash his hands. You stood up and immediately found yourself behind the curtain. You kept telling yourself it would only take a moment and it would all be over. Putting on a dress was actually a good idea, because you wouldn't be practically naked when you stepped out. You lowered your panties to your ankles and stepped out with hesitant steps. He was already standing near wearing medical gloves. You lay down there and spread your legs slightly. He moved closer, sitting on a nearby stool He began to examine you silently, at first just looking outward, but then you felt the moment of him slipping a finger inside you.
A strange wave of shivers ran through your body… It felt strangely pleasant. Especially since it lasted for a while and your breathing sped up significantly.
“Are you okay ma’am?” He asked, but he still stayed inside you, making eye contact with you. You felt truly embarrassed, feeling your eager pussy clench around him. It shouldn’t have excited you, but it did. You saw a slight smirk appear on his face for a moment as he felt the pressure. You simply nodded, answering his question, and he pulled his finger out of you.
“Very strange… I don't feel any abnormalities, but we can check it with an ultrasound.” He said, then gestured to a separate room: “Lie down over there, I'll be right back.” He said it strangely, unable to take his eyes off you. Somehow, in the current situation, it didn't bother you, and without a word, you got off the chair, moving to the next room, lying down as before, with your legs raised. You felt a strange emptiness after he stopped touching you. He reappeared a moment later and sat on a nearby stool, reaching for the appropriate equipment, which he was applying gel to. Only now did you notice his muscular arms sticking out beyond his scrubs you'd been stressed enough to notice before. When everything was ready, he gently slid the device inside you. Instead of feeling any discomfort, it was a pleasant, filling sensation. You bit your lower lip as he gently moved it.
“And what do you see, doctor?” You asked, momentarily looking away from his shoulders and focusing on the small black and white screen above you.
“Really, very interesting… everything is as it should be, so why aren’t you having an orgasm?” It was more of a rhetorical question, but you decided to answer anyway, placing your hand on one of his shoulders.
“Maybe I haven't found the right guy yet?” He pulled the device out of you, and that familiar feeling of emptiness returned. Now you felt strangely horny… You knew that the only thing waiting for you at home was a vibrator. You needed a man.
He raised one eyebrow as if surprised, but then laughed a little.
“And I am the one you think is right for you?”
“Yes…because it was with you that I felt like I regained that ability.” You smiled, your gaze drifting slightly to his crotch, where his erection was starting to show against his light pants.
“I’m a real miracle worker,” he joked, completely ignoring what was happening in his pants.
You rose from your seat on your elbows and found yourself practically on his lap.
“I think you can solve my problem…and as a doctor, that's what it's all about, right?” You whispered in his ear and began rubbing against his bulge. You knew you had plenty of time, as the hallway usually emptied at this time. He looked like he wanted to protest, but then he took off his gloves and carelessly threw them on the floor, immediately reaching for your buttocks.
“Are you really asking a doctor to fuck you?” You squealed softly, looking at his face, then admitted.
“Maybe my problem will finally be solved… I’ve been so lonely lately.” You started twirling a loose lock of hair around your finger.
"I see... then I guess I have no choice; this will be the best solution... I'm not convinced of anything else ." Now he was the one whispering directly into your ear, and you felt yourself getting even wetter. God, since when did whispering become so sexy? You had to get off his lap for a moment as he went to the door to close it. After all, you wouldn't want anyone to walk in on your unconventional healing method. You waited patiently in the other room, and then he sat down in the chair again. You found yourself on his lap again, placing your hands behind his neck as you began to kiss. There was no time for gentle kisses... he was just as hungry as you were. It was as if he hadn't had a woman in ages. You reached for his coat to remove it, but he was still in his light shirt and tie. You started rubbing against him again like a cat in heat. He clearly couldn't hold it in any longer, because he unzipped his belt from his belt loops and, still fully clothed, pulled out his penis. You felt like you'd never seen anyone so big in your life, and thick at the base, too. Just as you were about to move closer, he said.
“You'll find condoms in the top drawer of the desk.” You bit your lower lip at the thought of that happening. Almost at the speed of light, you brought the box over, pulling one out. He started breathing differently as soon as you touched him with your hands to put it on.
“I didn’t want to say this before…but you have a really pretty pussy.” He smiled as you settled back onto his lap. This time, you gently slid down, feeling his swollen penis begin to stretch you pleasantly.
“Was that supposed to be a compliment?” You laughed softly, letting out a slow groan. He seemed even bigger inside you, filling you perfectly.
“I’m not good at giving them; that’s why.” He said, placing his hands on your hips and pushing your dress up over your chest. “Relax…I promise you, you’ll take all of me.” He started whispering again, which made you roll your eyes. You gently moved your hips until you finally took all of him. You were breathing heavily, but a smile still played on his lips.
“Good girl…you did great.” You managed a weak smile, and then he started moving his hips a little. His hands found your buttocks again, gripping them really hard. You squealed, throwing your head back. You didn't stay passive and started moving your hips too. You finally dropped your dress to the floor, and your breasts started bouncing practically in his face. He couldn't resist this opportunity, so he started caressing them with his tongue, seemingly calmly, until suddenly he started using his teeth.
“Oh fuck,” you muttered, placing your hand on his head, pushing him even further between your breasts. He didn't mind at all, and his hands moved from your buttocks to your breasts. He began to squeeze them slightly, but with more gentleness than before. It felt like he was almost hitting your cervix…it was like an otherworldly experience. You rested your hands on his shoulders, letting out increasingly louder moans. Finally, he wasn't about to stop, but on the contrary, he immediately shifted position. You found yourself back in the chair; this time only one of your legs was raised above his, draped over his shoulders. This time, he was in control. He leaned over you and placed his large hands on your hips. They were so large, they were almost touching. You bit your lower lip, feeling him thrust into you again and again, teasing your heated core. If his finger was a lot, what could you call what you were feeling now? You hadn't felt like this in months. Perfectly filled, your pussy practically dripping with arousal. You felt your leg begin to go numb from the air, but he held it up.
“…God, I think I’m about to come!” You said, feeling a warm feeling building in your lower stomach.
“That's it.” He said with a smile, and then removed one hand from your hips only to begin torturing your clit. He knew exactly where to touch. He did it really quickly, maybe a little sloppily, and in return, he could hear your quickened breathing and the multitude of moans that also included his name. You arched your back at the pleasure that was now coursing through your body. You felt your arousal even starting to drip down your thighs. You had never come so hard with any guy before. Your body shuddered now and then because, despite what had happened, he was still inside you, moving so fast that the loud, wet sounds echoed throughout the room. His moans were the same, quite deep and oh-so-sexy. When he finished, he lay on top of you, remaining inside you for a moment longer. He looked into your eyes, exhausted, but at the same time happy, just like you.
“I haven’t had an orgasm like that in ages… thank you, doctor.” You said with a slight smile, moving your hands to his back.
“The pleasure is all mine…that’s what doctors are for, right?” You stayed like that for a moment, then, as if nothing had happened, you got dressed. You sat back down in front of the desk, and he wrote something down on a small piece of paper.
“I think for the first time, I can’t wait for my next visit.” You said with a laugh, fixing your messy hair.
“Good thing, because next week on Tuesday I have a free spot after 5 PM for my special patient .” He slipped you a piece of paper with his private number written on it.
“Please call if anything is bothering you. I'll help you over the phone, or if it's really serious, I'll come in person .” He gave you a mischievous smile. You took the note with you and said one more thing before leaving.
"It's so good to find a doctor who can take such good care of a patient ." Then you left the office and noticed that the woman who had been sitting there was gone, but a new one had taken her place. You had no idea how much she'd heard, but judging by the way she looked at you, she'd definitely heard something. You didn't care... The important thing was that you'd solved your problem.
“Such a good boy Victor, taking it so well for me” your soothing voice was in stark contrast to the absolute plowing you were giving your boyfriend. Your dick sank into his hole with so much ease after the first two times you came. You had a hold of the fur at the back of his head, pushing him farther into the pillows of your shared bed. The room smelled like sex and sweat and the ceiling fan was trying its damnedest to cut through the thick haze.
You pulled his hips up again to be level with yours. He keeps slipping down, his legs turning to jelly. You pulled away just enough to keep the head of your cock inside him palming his ass cheek. “Can I see what a mess you are Vic? Hold that hole open for me baby?”
He whined and nodded, too fucked out to speak actual words. His shoulders flexed when he brought his hands back to his own cheeks to hold them apart for you. His claws digging into his own flesh, dimpling the skin and making a shock of pleasure rip up your spine. You pulled out of his ass with a wet pop.
“Fuuuuuck babe, that's so fucking hot.” A steady stream of your cum dripped from his open hole as he was already almost overflowing from previous loads. “Think you can take one more for me? Be a good bat and take one more?” He eagerly nodded before you had even finished your sentence.
“Y-yes wanna be good for you, wanna take one more. More of your cum please!” His excitement was so cute you almost swooned. Without warning you slammed back into him. “Goddamn you're so good for me Vic-” your next words punctuated with hard thrusts of your hips into his. “-so. Fucking. Good. For. Me.”
He squeaked as you flipped him on his side, pulling one of his legs onto your shoulder. You angled your thrusts upward and you actually saw the thoughts leave his brain as you slammed into his prostate. You knew he was close, his ears doing that cute little flicking thing he always did before he came.
“You close honey?” His eyes, half lidded, met yours as he nodded in desperation. You were almost there too. “Me to baby, almost there, cum together?”
“Yes, yes please, wanna cum with you…” It only took a few more hard thrusts before you were growling low and emptying yourself inside him again, spurting against his prostate. His mouth opened in a silent scream before his cock painted both your stomachs with white. You lowered his leg, still inside him, laying at his back and spooning him. You smoothed your hands over his tummy fur absentmindedly while you both came down from your respective highs and caught your breath. Your softening cock slipped from his abused hole and you both felt all three of your loads gush from him to coat your thighs and his ass.
“Ugh gross.” Victor flinched. “Sorry babe, I'll get something to clean you up with.” You disappeared briefly and Victor heard the water in the bath running before you returned to pick him up in a bridal carry. He leaned his head on your shoulder, closed his eyes and listened to you pad softly to the bathroom.
~
Victor managed, after sitting motionless in the bath for twenty minutes, to clean himself up. He was pleasantly sore, the kind you were after a very very good fucking. He heard you shuffling things around through the open door as he dried off and wrapped the towel around himself. When Victor entered the bedroom you had the soft bedside lamp on and had stripped and remade the bed. A pair of underwear and soft sweatpants were laid at the foot of his side of the bed. His eyes filled with tears that threatened to spill when you looked up at him, smile falling as you rushed to him.
“Are you okay baby?!” You held his arms gently and kissed his forehead. “Y-yeah, I'm okay. Just really really happy. I'm so lucky…” you breathed a sigh of relief and held his cheeks in your hands, pressing a kiss to his nose. You helped him get into his sleepwear and into bed before going to finish cleaning yourself.
Victor felt the bed dip when you crawled in beside him, wrapping your arm around his middle. You sighed, content, into his neck fur.
Greetings! Got a request for ya for ex-gf!reader x Sonar and him trying his Harvard best for that second chance. PG-13 or higher for the NSFW elements.
Danke!
Omg sorry this took so long Anon, I LOVED this request and it really got away from me. 3000 words later.
I really hope you enjoy!
Second Chances
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| Paring: Victor “Sonar” x Ex-GF!Reader |
| Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST, Hurt/Comfort, Cheating (mentioned), Pre-SDN!Sonar (Beginning), Horny!Sonar, Drug use (mentioned), Fluff, Multiple rounds, P in V Sex, Squirting |
| Rating: 18+ (NSFW) |
When you had gotten together with Victor you knew what you were getting into. You knew about his drug use, his promiscuous ways and his anger issues. You didn’t care, you thought you could handle it. You did handle it. For a whole year. He was never violent towards you, you two got into your fair share of spats but he always came back to you.
Until he didn’t.
That night felt different. You couldn’t put your finger on what it was but something felt… off. He had gone to that seedy villain bar you hated, he always ended up coming home worse for wear after those nights. Your phone had been oddly quiet, he was usually blowing you up when he got high, too eager to try to sext you in the lead up to the actual act when he got home. You hadn’t heard from him in hours, those hours turned into the rest of the night and you couldn't help but worry. You tossed and turned all night waiting for the dreaded call that would tell you Victor was dead in some random back alley.
When your phone did finally go off it was ten in the morning the next day. It was a text from him that just said;
| Vic <3: Omw back
| Me: Where were you?!
| Me: I was so worried!
Read 10:13 am
He fucking left you on read! Are you actually kidding?!
~
The sound of his keys in your apartment door roused you from the couch and sent you running over to him. He looked like he had a long night, his eyes looked tired and his fur was mussed, sticking up in various different directions. He toed off his shoes and stumbled ever so slightly. You shot your hand out to catch him but he brushed you off without a word. He draped his jacket on the back of the couch on the way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and locking it. He never locked the door. Something was very wrong.
You took his jacket with the intention of hanging it up for him when something made you stop. The smell. Underneath the usual scent of cigarettes and booze was something unusual. Perfume. Not yours. He… he didn’t right? While you were worried out of your mind he was fucking someone else? No, you should wait and hear him out, maybe it’s a misunderstanding. Maybe he just had a woman hanging off of him before he told her to fuck off. You hung the jacket in the closet, just before you turned away you spotted something red. His left pocket was bulged out slightly. You stuck your hand in there only to come out with bright red lacy underwear. You dropped it immediately and fast-walked to the kitchen sink, washing your hands with blistering heat and enough roughness to scrape skin from your palms. Tears clouded your vision and your throat burned as you tried to hold them in. The feeling of arms surrounding your waist surprised you.
“Hey babe, what's for dinner tonight? I was thinking of nachos.”
His voice in your ear made you see red. Just like those underwear. Traitor. Cheater. Asshole.
“Babe? What's wrong?”
“You… aren't dead.” You whispered.
“Last I checked no.” He chuckled.
“So why the FUCK were you gone all night?!”
He stumbled back a little when you suddenly twisted in his arms and pushed his chest. Hard. He looked confused for a minute before his face morphed into his normal smirk that you loved so much. Right now it just made you angry.
“I was at Mals, I was way too drunk to fly home and my phone died.”
You shook your head.
“Yeah?! Are these Mals?!” You shoved past him to pick up the red lacy underwear on the front door mat between your pointer finger and thumb. You shoved them toward his face, tears finally falling. “You fucking her now?! I doubt that.”
His eyes widened.
“Baby, I can explain, I swear!”
Your voice lowered dangerously as you gave him a death glare. You stepped forward and shoved the offending garments into his chest.
“Get out. Take your garbage with you.”
~ Two months later ~
Two months. It had been two months and you missed Victor like he had left just yesterday. After you ended things with him you let him back in only to collect his things then you blocked his number. You stood now at the foot of your bed looking at one of his Harvard sweatshirts that you had stuffed in your closet. You debated just throwing it out rather than unblocking him and asking him to pick it up. You really didn’t know what happened to him. He could have finally gone to prison for all those scams he ran for all you know. The thought saddened you for a moment before you shook it off. You knew what you signed up for, you knew this was always a possibility. You just wanted to be wrong.
~
March
Flowers. There were flowers on your desk. You set down your stuff on your chair and gently plucked the note from inside the nest of pure white lilies.
‘You must be a private key, because without you, I’m worthless.’
It had to be him. Same crypto bro pickup lines that made you giggle when you first met him.
You tossed the flowers and the note in the garbage and continued your day.
April
Another bouquet, this time beautiful pink geraniums, and another note.
‘Are you my crypto wallet? Because I want to keep you safe.’
You scoffed and crumpled the note but kept the flowers. Only because they were a favorite of yours.
May
A cup of your favorite coffee from a small local cafe near your work.
‘I don't normally chase people but for you I'd put my crocs in sport mode.’
You actually laughed this time, drawing a few amused looks from your co-workers. You drank the coffee and kept the cup on your desk for the rest of the day.
June
You were at home on your day off when a knock at your door caught your attention. You looked out the peephole only to see absolutely nothing. Opening your door cautiously you were met with a box of your favorite chocolates. Written on the box in bold black sharpie;
‘Are you a deadline? Because I feel a sudden rush to impress’ - Vic
This is the first time he had left his name on any of the notes despite knowing exactly who the gifts were from. You brought the box in and over the next couple of days you ate them all, propping the box on your living room bookshelf.
July
Victor had been steadily trying to impress you over the last four months. His pick up lines were stupid and cheesy but they made you smile. Sunday evening you ended up with his sweatshirt on your lap playing with the sleeves as you turned on the TV in your living room.
“Breaking news! The mind control villain Blackout is rampaging through central Torrance. We urge everyone to stay inside as the Heros from the Z-team take on this monster.”
The reporter was gesturing frantically behind her to the helicopter footage of the fight. Fires burned as the man, Blackout, controlled a horde of lesser villains burning their way through the city. A jumble of people were at the center, heroes and villains alike fighting for the upper hand. A red portal appeared in the middle of the street in front of the chaos and a shape came flying through that you didn’t think you’d see ever again. Sonar in megabat form, with Malevola on his back, shot forward with devastating speed. They tangled with Blackout in a flurry of claws, teeth and blades. Without realizing you leaned forward in your seat and gripped his sweatshirt tighter. The helicopter couldn’t see much through the smoke. The reporter's voice was drowned out by the rush of blood in your ears and your eyes filled with anxious tears. Please please let him be okay.
Minutes passed, it felt like hours, your eyes never left the television. Slowly the smoke cleared and everyone was standing. Everyone but Victor. Melevola held his unconscious, hopefully not dead, form close. It looked like she was speaking to her teammates but you were already out the door. You didn’t live far from where the fight took place, with luck you could get there before emergency services took him to the hospital.
You’ve never run as fast as you did now. Tears streaked your now ash-covered cheeks as you vaulted over smouldering debris and ruined cars. You could see them, within your reach. Sonar was awake now, blood dripped from his head somewhere and stained his gray fur, his suit was torn and his signature tie was missing. He was standing on his own two feet beside Malevola while another one of his teammates, Flambe you think, is securing Blackout.
“Victor!”
Your voice cracked as you shouted his name desperately. He turned just in time for you to come barreling into him, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. He froze for a solid thirty seconds before his senses came back to him. He said your name disbelievingly and pressed you even tighter to himself.
“What are you doing here?! Were you here the whole time? You could have gotten really hurt!”
You peeked up at him.
“No Vic, I saw you on the news. I was really worried about you…”
He sighed softly and nuzzled his snout into your hair. You suddenly pulled away with a start.
“Oh my god, are you hurt!” You squeaked, putting your hands on his cheeks and searching him for serious injuries.
“Ah, maybe a few broken ribs and a minor concussion.” He shrugged, holding your hands to his face.
You gaped at him and he laughed.
“Don’t worry sweetheart. Mal can heal me, she already did most of the hard stuff and we were just waiting for her to heal before finishing me off.”
You genuinely forgot Malevola could heal others by taking on their injuries then healing herself. She nodded to you.
“Hey girl, how’s it goin’? Good to see you again.”
You returned the sentiment as she finished healing Sonar. You didn’t let go of him the entire time.
~
The next days were spent catching up with Victor. He started with an apology, then explained he was six months clean and counting. He also shared with you his short time in jail before he was recruited into the phoenix program. You unblocked his number and shared that his little gifts and pick-up lines over the last months were surprisingly effective. You forgave him after the third one. You knew he had changed, you could feel it.
Saturday evening you were curled up with him on your couch watching a movie. Well you don’t think he was really paying attention. You had chosen a low cut top and paired it with your smallest shorts. You had also picked a special underwear set in preparation for this night. You knew he would be easy to rile up. He always was, he thought more with his dick then his head. You pushed the thought that that is exactly what caused your breakup to the back of your mind. You’d just have to be better and ruin all other women for him.
Your thighs were on display having pushed the blanket off of you a few minutes ago. You swear you could see him drooling. You leaned heavily into his bicep that you had your arms wrapped around so the side of your clothed breast pressed to his skin.
“You are making it really hard to be a gentleman babe”
You looked up at him through your lashes.
“Maybe I don’t want you to be.”
That was all it took. His mouth was on yours in a second, tongue slipping between your lips to caress yours in a languid kiss. Movie forgotten he pulled you to straddle his lap, settling his hands on your waist where a sliver of your skin was showing. Your hands held his face and you moaned into his mouth. He pulled away to mouth at your neck being mindful of his fangs.
“God Vic, I missed you.”
He chirped happily whilst nibbling on your neck's sensitive spot. You thought he was so fucking adorable when he made those happy bat noises. You ran your hands through his fur, caressing behind his ears, upwards and gently massaged the tips between your fingers. His full-body shivered in delight. You smiled, grinding ever so slightly down on his growing erection and he released your neck to let out the most pornographic moan you’ve ever heard.
“Damn babe, you’re gonna drive me crazy.”
“Good.” You replied.
He slipped his hands up your back toward the clasp of your bra before you stopped him. He tilted his head at you, pearly eyes confused for a moment before you pulled up your shirt.
“Got you a present.” You smiled and dropped your shirt to the floor. His face changed to absolute delight then to undeniable lust as he took in your new lacy underthings.
“Shit baby. You're incredible. So beautiful.”
He shoved his muzzle into the valley of your tits excitedly. Over his shoulder you got a good view of his tail going a mile a minute and giggled.
“I have two more things to give you Vic.” You carded your fingers through his head fur.
“Oh?”
You slipped off his lap, standing in front of him. You slipped your thumbs beneath the waist of your shorts and pulled them down, kicking them away with your foot before doing a twirl for him. He whistles low and makes grabby hands for you.
“No, not yet, that's only one of two.” You scolded his Impatience. Honestly you were almost at your limit yourself, but you had plans. You took two steps forward then sank to your knees in front of him, sliding your hands up his thighs to the waistband of his sweats. You pulled his pants down, he lifted his hips to help you (he wasn't wearing underwear because of course he wasn't) and were greeted by a mouthwateringly thick dick. You gripped him gently and gave a few pumps from base to tip before swallowing half of him in one go.
“Ohmygod!”
He jumbled out a moan. His head hit the back of the couch and his hands twined into your hair. Not pushing, never pushing, just holding you. Something to ground himself so he didn't immediately cum down your throat like a horny teenager. You hummed happily and started bobbing your head slowly. You missed him, you missed having him underneath you like this, at your mercy. Victor's hips twitched. You knew what he wanted. Sitting back on your heels you placed your hands in your lap and opened your mouth for him peering at him through your lashes.
His mouth fell slack before scrambling up from the couch as fast as possible, taking his place in front of you, tapping his cock on your outstretched tongue.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
You felt yourself gush, his low tone sending arousal straight to your pussy.
“Please fuck my throat baby, need you Vic.”
Victor groaned before giving you exactly what you wanted. He bundled your hair into a loose ponytail and led your lips to his dick.
“Relax your mouth honey, I'm comin’ in.”
You almost giggled if he hadn't nestled his cock in your throat so nicely your brain stopped working. After the first few thrusts to get you acclimatized he set a brutal pace, fucking your mouth like it was the last thing he would ever do. You sat there like a good girl, jaw slack and throat willing to take everything he gave you. Spit dripped down your chin and disappeared in the valley of your breasts.
“So pretty for me, taking me so well babe, shit!”
He continued to use you for a few minutes, stopping every so often to let you breathe.
“Fuck, we continue this I’ll cum. Wanna fuck your pussy baby, please?”
You pulled off of him.
“Yes, yes please fuck me! Please Vic, I need you!”
There was movement, you were pushed against something cold, his hands were everywhere pulling your bra down freeing your breasts. He kneaded them. Kissed your neck and pulled your panties to the side, too rushed to even pull them down your legs. Fingers dug into your hips before he slid home.
“Oh my goooood.” You sighed happily, feeling pleasantly full. Full of him. You felt every ridge of him dragging along your walls. He pressed so perfectly everywhere you needed him.
“You are so wet for me baby. Felt how easy I slid in?” His breath met the shell of your ear. “All for me hey?”
“Yes god Vic, all for you! Make me feel so fucking good.” You leaned the back of your head on his shoulder, his arm encircling your waist holding you tight to his body. One of your arms came back around his neck playing with the soft fur there. You whined when he ground into you this new angle providing the exact stimulation you needed. You were so so close. Just needed a little push to get you over that cliff edge.
Victors claw tipped fingers met your soaking bundle of nerves and you fucking exploded. Slick spilled down your thighs soaking his hand, his cock and your floor in cum, he continues to fuck you though your orgasm.
“Fuuuuck baby, came all over me. Look at yourself.”
His hand briefly met your jaw to bring your gaze upward. Your glassy eyes met your own reflection when you looked up. Out your balcony door the dark backdrop of the city provides a beautiful canvas to witness your own undoing. And Vic's if his slack jaw and flash of red in his eyes is anything to go by.
“Think you’ve got one more for me?”
You only nodded weakly already feeling another peak rising, coiling tight in your stomach.
“Good girl. Hang on to me.”
You gripped the back of his neck, with both hands this time, as he lifted you. You squealed in surprise. His arms hooked underneath your legs and his arms met behind your neck in a full nelson hold. You let your arms fall slack. He had you and he was going to absolutely use you. Skin meeting skin, loud moans and heavy breathing filled your apartment.
“Watch.” He commanded.
Your eyes met his in the reflection of your sliding glass door. Fuck you looked wrecked. To be fair though, so did he. His ears flicked and twitched and his eyes were half lidded, he was close.
“Please Sonar, please fill me. M-mark me. Make sure ev-eryone knows who I belong to-o.”
“Fuuuuck…”
You using his alias seemed to do something to him. His eyes narrowed even more, his mouth opened and a sharp pain filled your senses mixing with the pleasure. It made for a potent cocktail of sensory overload. His fangs sunk into you, not far enough to really hurt you but enough to draw blood and push you back over that edge. Your scream and the tightening of your pussy sent him tumbling after you. You felt yourself trembling, milking his pulsing cock for everything it was worth as he spilled into you.
After a minute or two of afterglow he released your neck and gently set you down, waiting for you to find your footing before sliding his dick out of you with an obscene ‘pop’. His cum mixes with yours coating the inside of your thighs. You slowly stretch out your back feeling a few satisfying cracks before groaning uncomfortably.
“Ugh, sex is great but the clean up is going to be a pain in my ass.”
Victor chuckled behind you.
“I know something else that could be a pain in your ass babe.”
He ran off to the shower before you could turn to wallop him.
~
After you two had cleaned up and somehow managed to keep your security deposit in one piece you invited him to stay the night.
“I’ll order some food.” He said, already pulling his phone from between the couch cushions.
“I couldn't ask for a better boyfriend.” You leaned up and kissed him softly.
I'm in trouble :) Tall, dark and brooding??? chat, put the straight jacket on me and make sure to use a muzzle
🌙 Victor's love language is definitely physical. He's a man of little words and he doesn't understand gift giving. Services, spending time with you and physically touching you are his best ways of showing affection.
🌙 Just because he doesn't say a lot doesn't mean Victor can't be romantic. Just because he doesn't talk a lot to other people doesn't mean he speaks to you the same amount of time. Victor is always careful with his words, often worrying and going over what he'll say countless times so he doesn't fuck up. It's the little things he needs to work on like finding you a suitable pet name or two.
🌙 If you don't know how to sew, you're gonna end up learning. Victor can teach you with the parts he can sew with one hand, but it's moreso for the stitches that are a lot harder to reach where he can't see. He doesn't trust a lot of people around his body, especially his limbs that come off, so to have you openly touching him and stitching him back together is a big thing for him.
🌙 Victor really enjoys warm things. You jokingly call him a cat, but it's not surprising to find him sitting in the sun's rays through the windows or holding you close to sap your warmth. Imagine his surprise when you suddenly upturn a batch of freshly dried laundry onto him when he was laying on your bed, but once he realized he was encased in clean smelling warmth, he melted a bit inside.
🌙 Speaking of clothes, finding clothes that fit Victor can be really hard. You understood why he rarely wore shirts; Everything was just really small on him. Whoever made him picked out the longest parts they could've considering he's 6 foot 9 inches tall. You do manage to find him some clothes, though, and it really touches him that you care so much about him.
🌙 Victor is pretty self conscious about his body. Who wouldn't be if the were stitched up from pieces of different corpses you couldn't identify? He may not seem like he listens to you when you try to console him, but that's just how he thinks and takes in information; He sulks and broods in darkness.
🌙 Speaking of his body, I hope you have a spare table you aren't using, because Victor is taking it hostage for his notes. He's so fucking desperate to find out who he's made out of that he'll take any hint or clue too literally. It unfortunately means that he sometimes comes back to your apartment smelling like a sewer much to your displeasure.
🌙 He's in a lot of chronic pain, and it's a pain that can't be measured. You do everything in your power to help him; Letting out some of the tighter stitches, heating pads, a hell of a lot of over the counter pain relievers, soft massages. Victor often feels like he's a burden when you do all of this for him, but you quickly shut him up with a soft kiss on his cold lips.
🌙 He runs cold. Not cold like a corpse on ice, but way cooler than a human body should be. It feels really nice on hot summer days, you get to kick off the sheets and just cling to him. It's a win-win for Victor.
🌙 He doesn't like letting touch his bolts or the wire he sometimes has to keep wrapped around his left arm to keep it on right. They often spark dangerously with little lightning bolts and he doesn't want you getting zapped. The last thing Victor would want to do is hurt you and it's probably stapled itself (pun not intended) as his worst fear.
🌙 Speaking of lightning, sometimes when you kiss him and swap spit, you can feel an odd little tingle on your tongue when you pull away from Victor. It's oddly addicting and you can never seem to get enough of it.
🌙 He doesn't like going out in public much. People tend to stare at the near seven foot tall walking body made up of different parts. He'll often stay inside your home, really only going out when he actually has something to wear or if it's dark outside.
🌙 He doesn't like you going out at night. If you have to go out, even for groceries, he's coming with you. During his travels, he's seen so many evil things lurk in the night; Vampires, werewolves, gangs, all sorts of horrors. He'll be damned if someone fucks with the only thing in the world that he care about.
🌙 He really likes having his scalp scratched, oddly. Victor didn't think he'd like it, thinking that it would somehow cause him more pain, but he was utterly shocked when he found himself completely calm and actually starting to drift off in your lap as you idly groomed your fingers through his inky hair.
🌙 When Victor isn't chasing leads, he's doing his best to keep your home clean. He can't cook for shit, but he'll at the very least clean your whole kitchen and put some wildflowers in a vase for you on your kitchen counter. He doesn't like sitting idly, especially when you work so hard at your job.
🌙 He really likes small animals; Cats specifically. A lot of the cats on the street somehow flock to Victor if you both are on a nightly stroll and they follow him back to your place. It becomes a habit of Victor feeding all of strays. It just gets a little awkward when the cats accidentaly scratch at his stitches.
🌙 If you have a cat? Forget it. It's his cat now. That cat will be curled up with him in the sun, both of them fast asleep. The three of you will take cat naps on your bed together. It will follow him around the entire place with its tail straight in the air and crawl all over him.
🌙 Victor gets most of his ideas of romance from observing others, mostly through tv and movies that play when you're gone. Victor took up slow dancing lessons one time and you came back home to see him dancing with a mop for practice. You don't let him live it down.
🌙 It honestly shocks him (again, pun not intended) how small you are compared to him. Not just your height, but your hands and everything else. Victor doesn't think you're fragile, no, but he sees you as something delicate that needs to protect.
🌙 It really touches him when you come on local trips around your city to help him look for clues. Just your presense alone makes it a lot more calm as he digs up a grave while you keep watch. Even if he finds nothing, it still means the world to him.
🌙 Victor doesn't like to deny or tease you for long. There won't be anything held out of your reach, he won't stand up taller when you want him to bend over for a kiss. Victor doesn't like making you upset.
🌙 If you compliment him and call him attractive, he gets so fucking bashful. It's really cute. Compliment him a lot and compliment him often. The light flush across his pale face is worth its weight in gold and seeing Victor smiling like that is a treat in itself.
| Warnings: Past drug use mentioned, Jail time mentioned, Hurt/Comfort | Rating: PG |
You slipped his hoodie over your head burying your face into the neckline. It still smelled like him. His cologne with the faint undertone of cigarette smoke. The burgundy fabric was soft with wear and the white Harvard lettering across the chest was fading with washes throughout the years. The right cuff had a small burn from a too close call with a cigarette cherry.
God you missed him. It pained you to say that but you really did. You hadn't seen Victor since he went to jail. You tried to go visit him but he refused everyone but Malevola. That hurt but you tried not to let it show. You settled into bed and sobbed into your pillows, cradling your body for some sort of comfort. Not letting it show was failing.
Your keys jingled as you unlocked your small cafe. Your vision blurred slightly as you yawned, sleepy tears taking over. There was a shuffle behind you and you could see a smeared figure in the reflection of the glass door. Your cafe was located close to SDN and you always see dispatchers and heroes alike early in the morning before their shifts started for a caffeinated pick-me-up.
"Hey, sorry I'll just have to start up the brewers and I'll get you your coffee." You apologized. The man said nothing. Okay rude. You were about to turn around and give the disrespectful worker a piece of your mind when your chastising died on your tongue.
In front of you stood the reason for your tears, your happiness and who's hoodie you still wore even now when the sent had long since faded.
"V-Victor?"
He stood in front of you more put together then you had ever seen him. A blue tailored suit jacket sat over his broad shoulders white shirt underneath with a sleek red tie around his neck. Black slacks and expensive looking dress shoes on his lower half. God, he looked good. He looked clean.
He crooked his mouth at you in that stupidly cute half smile.
"Hey"
His voice was smooth and not like you had heard it when he was strung out.
"Victor, I thought you were in jail?"
"Wow babe, two months you haven't seen me and jail is the first thing you ask about?"
You blushed and buried your head into your hoodie. His hoodie. You know by his teasing tone that he wasn't actually mad at you.
"That's my hoodie. You kept it." It wasn't a question.
"Yes."
"Did you miss me?"
You hesitated. Your head was screaming at you to say no. To get him out of your life forever. To rip off his stupid comforting hoodie and chuck it at his face. You've never been good at listening to reason.
Your eyes welled with tears as you squeaked out "More than anything Vic..."
His eyes softened and he opened his arms.
"Come here"
Your arms wrapped tightly around Victor and you sobbed into his chest. He held you back just as tightly whispering your name into your hair shakily. You peeked up at him through his fur.
"Why didn't you let me see you in jail?"
His ears drooped and he looked away but didn't let you go.
"I was ashamed. I was coming down from a lot of drugs and going through some rough withdrawals."
You crooned his name and he looked back down at you.
"You know I love you no matter what right?"
His eyes widened.
"You... do?"
"Yes you silly bat, I always have!" You sighed, exasperated.
"I... love you too"
He stooped down and slotted his mouth over yours, kissing you softly. Like you were the only two in the world, it wasn't six am and you both didn't have places to be. The kisses continued long after it was decent for public affection but you two couldn't care less, separated for far too long already.
He pulled away first with a dazed look in his milky white eyes.
"I have to get to work."
You whined.
"I know baby, how does dinner at mine sound tonight? We can discuss everything that's happened."
You agreed reluctantly, after all you did have work to do as well. He pressed one last kiss to your hair and walked away. Toward SDN. Oh boy did you have questions.
I just want to say your Heisenberg and Gideon crossover is absolutely fantastic :D it triggered something in my brain and it is now all I can think about
Do you have any other little AU tidbits about it you could share?
Oooo, so I had this in my ask-box for a while because I wanted to kind of cultivate some tidbits worthy of an answer. But honestly, I've got the brainworms for the small details.
So, you're getting the small tidbits first.
𓆌 When Gideon has you and Karl under his control, you're seperated from Karl - but he allows one hour weekly visitations. It is always you going to Karl, though. Never, will Karl know where you are or how to get to you. So, you're driven/flown/transported to a location that has Karl completely immobilized so there's no way he can break the two of you out when you visit.
𓆌 Gideon, of course, does not allow any privacy during these visitations. Whatever cell he has Karl locked up in during these times has cameras and mics set up in every corner.
It's to record any reaction from the infection when Heisenberg starts becoming unhinged when the hour is over.
𓆌 Because as if Karl is going to let you go without firsting demanding to know you're safe. Or, at times when he really needs you nearby, Heisenberg will resort to violence if he believes you're in danger.
𓆌 And yes, Gideon does run tests on you. Nothing life-threatening, but sometimes you come to visitation looking tired or a little bruised. And Karl loses it.
His reactions and the scale of his power is recorded every single time.
𓆌 When your results come back negative for any strain or infection, you go from a test subject to a plaything for Gideon.
Like a pet, almost. You're given free reign of the facility but always surrounded by guards or some sort of protective force.
Mostly to keep you from interferring or escaping. But Gideon is confident he has you under his control. Because what can a mere human do?
You're not Leon Kennedy or Grace Ashcroft. He has you trapped.
𓆌 Sure, you can't roundhouse kick a zombie to death but you do have something Gideon wants. Information.
𓆌 So, you barter. You give Gideon information and in return you get more time with Karl.
It takes some negotiatng and a little trust building but eventually you are rewarded with time. On occassion, you'd offer real juicy or important information, and Gideon would provide Heisenberg with something he needs.
𓆌 It's a foot in the door for you. One step closer to getting Karl out of Gideon's grasp.
𓆌 Heisenberg on the other hand, is Gideon's new experiment. He's tested on and put through horrible examinations all because Gideon wants to know every inch and molecule of his infection.
𓆌 In return for Karl's obedience, you're kept safe. Heisenberg may have one hour a week with you but at any given time Gideon can pull up a video feed of you in your room to taunt him with.
𓆌 "Bare those teeth at me again and they'll be choking on their own blood." Gideon would warn Heisenberg.
𓆌 But in truth, Gideon is at a stalemate. If he did something to you, there would be nothing keeping Heisenberg's leash in his hands. But if he didn't dangle you like a carrot, the other man would surely break free and rampage his way to you.
𓆌 He's stalling. Gideon is doing his best to keep up the illusion of control because if he loses that, Heisenberg truly would destroy him.
You are the only thing keeping Gideon alive in this situation.
𓆌 That's what he tells himself when he watches you on the monitors, at least. That this fascination of you is nothing more than a necessity to keep you alive, so Gideon can keep himself safe.
💀A melancholy soul who mostly keeps to himself, Victor comes off as broody and mysterious around other people. However, all it really takes is some basic human decency and empathy to get through to him.
💀Unsurprisingly, Victor is quite possibly the most touch starved man on the planet. It's not hard to imagine that he's never really experienced the comforting touch of another person. But once he's experienced it, he never wants to let go of that feeling ever again; he'll even beg for more if it comes down to it. His sheer size and stature makes it so his hugs are crushing, but in all the best ways.
💀Really though, all Victor really wants is to be in the presence of anyone who'd have him. Averted gazes, hushed murmurs, bystanders who back away slowly, he's seen it all. All it really takes is someone who tells him something nice - something genuine - and you've got him wrapped around your finger.
💀He'll question it at first definitely, why would someone like you want to help someone like him? What do you benefit from being with a walking amalgamation of other people's body parts? People doing things just out of the kindness of their hearts is still a foreign concept to him, but it's something he could get used to if it's you.
💀Considering his... situation... Victor can't exactly give you a lovely night out with a candle-lit dinner and all it's niceties. But he can offer you the next best thing - a couple hotdogs atop a building with the best view in the Cursed Apple. It's not much, but to him the quality time he can spend with you makes up for it completely.
