Kail Rose

workplace culture 💋 v.gideon

𖦹˙— summary: interrupting his work and riding his thigh…

°. 🐚 ⋆ 𐔌 word count: ꒱ ~1.8k

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ warnings: sort of bad and rushed writing | maybe a bit victor focused… | maybe a little ooc

‧˚꒰🐾 18+ MDNI ˚. ᵎᵎ thigh riding, light degrading, hint of power play (i think?), faint hand stuff, vague choking at a point

₊ ⊹ pairings: victor gideon + (fem) reader

there was always a lingering scent of old books and some sort of cherry air freshener in victor’s private office. maybe he had tried cleaning some time earlier, the window was actually somewhat open for once.

that wasn’t the main concern though.

the main concern was with way you had disrupted his quiet working time to be all pressed against him. he didn’t necessarily mind too much, he could easily multitask, but the issue was the way you had suddenly claimed his lap as your space now. it was like dealing with an oversized house cat with separation issues. he had only left you alone for an hour.

victor did his best to keep his focus on his work. the lights were half dimmed for once and his visor was set aside on top of the stack of books nearby. he was a bit more relaxed than usual too. it was nice, peaceful even!

well… peaceful if he ignored you. he’s done that pretty well for the past few minutes actually.

actually; he just didn’t mind it. he was pretty good at ignoring the way you whined against his shoulder when he didn’t pay attention to you or when you’d purposely mess with his clothes to try and get his attention.

his left hand was slowly tracing over your lumbar vertebrae, mapping out the rest of your spine in his head while he pretended to focus on the work on his screen. it wasn’t very interesting in full honesty. it was just the results of some bloodwork and paperwork he needed to fill out. he did technically have an actual job after all.

“…victor,” you eventually murmur, head rested against his shoulder and turned to look up at him. he didn’t respond, which only prompted you to repeat his name again a bit louder and with a small whine attached to it.

victor only moved his left down to one of your hips, looking over at you from the corner of his eye before back at his screen.

“you created this situation,” he stated, tone sounding almost disinterested; but he was very interested. he’s just gotten better at hiding it when he needed to. “…so, naturally, you figure out the solution,” he finally said after a few long seconds of silence. his tone sounded much more matter of fact this time around.

well, it certainly wasn’t a lie.

you had came into his office, tried to get his attention by taking your pants off and whatnot. it failed… badly. he hadn’t even spared you anything more than a glance! you had eventually moved to claim your space on his thigh and bother him up close… all to no avail.

“can’t you even just touch me?” you eventually speak up from your spot, both of your hands moving up to tug at his coat a bit.

“doctor gideon, please?” his title slips out in a whisper as your hands slide up his chest to trace the implant scar that rested over where his sternum was.

victor sighed, eyes closing for a brief second before he looked down at you. he scoffed, left hand sliding up to rub your waist lightly.

“you came and wanted to act like a cheap whore. that was your own action, now it’s your own consequence,” he chided, gaze fond despite his words.

he eventually sighed a bit heavily, both hands now resting on your hips. they weren’t guiding, weren’t forcibly moving… just resting there. it was the most teasing gesture right now. it definitely didn’t help that the tone he used on you had a direct impact on the warmth that felt like it laid deep in your pelvis. maybe it was a trick of the mind, or maybe it was a trick of the uterus. either way; you were affected.

“is your brain there for decoration or does it actually function?” victor voiced, hands tightening just a fraction. his hold wasn’t tight or possessive, just firm and like you could feel the tips of his fingers pressing against your bone. if you focused enough, it felt almost like he was rubbing along the curve of your iliac crest and memorizing the specific shape of your pelvic girdle slowly. it was a bit of a creepy thought—but rather endearing, considering how victor was. his tone felt degrading, but in such a gentle way that it felt like it was filled with love. or just whatever emotion he could feel that was close to love. you weren’t entirely sure exactly how he processed emotions; like actual people do or by how they’re displayed in textbooks.

you were not prepared for when he pressed his clothed thigh up into you. it drew out a surprised gasp, hands immediately grabbing whatever part of him was closest (which, thankfully, was the top of his coat in this case).

“really— it seems like your brain isn’t working right. do i really need to run another scan on you… or does it just malfunction because you’re turned on and reduced down to your instincts?” victor spoke freely, his hands guiding your hips slowly to start moving against his thigh. it was at least some form of attention.

“do i seriously have to do everything for you?” he sighed out, shaking his head softly as if this was some sort of hard task for him. his height attributed to some of his strength, so this genuinely wasn’t anything to difficult for him. he’s made it pretty clear that any weight you had was not much of an issue for him. he always brushed it off as being some form of extra effect from the nemesis-γ parasite in him. the added strength was nice anyways… all it did was make it easier to manhandle you however and whenever he pleased.

a surprised gasp was forcibly dragged out of you when the friction that came from him making you forcibly grind against his clothed thigh. the drag of the fabric from his pants pressed into the soaked fabric of your undergarments. it traveled right dow through your veins, making everything feel more heated than it had been.

your head pressed into his shoulder, feeling a bit fuzzy for a brief second.

victor just laughed, tongue flicking out just past his teeth. it felt so mocking, but also his gaze felt like it held so much adoration. it was such a weird mix, but it made everything feel much more intimate. you weren’t even aware of the soft moans slipping from you until he stopped moving you.

you turned your head to half-heartedly glare at him, mouth hanging just a fraction in what would’ve been a moan.

“what? if you want something, you’re going to have to put in some work,” he talked down at you, voice bordering on false disappointment. he could do all the work and control the pace and such for you… but it was rather entertaining to watch you.

“you’re being mean,” you eventually mumble, arms moving to wrap around his neck in some sort of faux shield as you press your head into the smoother part of his neck.

that drew a genuine chuckle from his lips, chest vibrating faintly as the sound spilled out.

“i’m being mean? i was giving you what you want,” he teased, hands patting your hips lightly.

there was a faint silence that lingered for a long second before you even tried to move. you could feel the blood vessels in your cheeks widening, the faint heat slightly pressing into his skin. it was oddly satisfying for victor. his skin was pretty cool most the time.. so when he got heat from you blushing or just your general body heat, it made him feel nice inside — feel nice somewhere beneath the parasite. it could almost make him feel humanish again sometimes. the thought made him remember before he mutated; when he had still been human. it was something he missed some days. he felt like he couldn’t properly connect with you as well anymore because he, by definition, was a sort of ‘monster’ … and that thought did sting.

victor was pulled out from his thoughts as his head tilted down to watch the slow drag of your hips along his thigh. he inhaled deeply as he watched you for a moment. his hands rubbed at your hips before one slowly moved to rest on top of your lower abdomen. his other hand stayed over your hip, fingertips pressing hard enough just to graze over where your iliac crest rested again. it was a nice feeling for him, grounding in a weird sense.

you felt so good… slightly out of it but good regardless. was it really your fault to be this turned on when his thigh was just so nicely filled out? it didn’t help with the way he pressed his thigh up a bit to press into you more.

his hand that had been resting on your hip slid up to rest over the thoracic region of your spine, thumb rubbing against your skin lightly before sliding up to rest on the back of your neck. his fingers were loosely placed at the sides of your neck; not exactly trying to choke you out… just a faint reminder of how big his hands truly were.

you weren’t even fully aware that you leaned into his hand a bit more until his thumb rubbed over the skin under your jaw.

a slightly strangled moan came out as a surprise from you — not fully expecting victor’s fingers to have moved around to press down against your larynx very gently. despite his size, he was always surprisingly gentle… most the time at least. the slightly scratchy feeling lingering as you rolled your hips against his thigh. the fabric of your panties were dragging perfectly, painfully over the muscle of his thigh and up into you. it only made the ache build up.. but it was so nice still.

“oh, fuck…” you uttered, eyes falling shut easily. the noises you made were just ones that spilled out into the space between you and victor easily.

it was clear he was letting you set the pace for the moment. even if it was dragging down your patience for him. in times like these, the need for victor made everything else feel smaller. it was hard to focus when your head felt filled with him.

it really wasn’t quite fair that he was as big as he was. his hands always felt giant against you, especially in times like this. sure, his hands felt cold… but it was a good type of cold that was almost refreshing against your skin. it was almost enough to make you forget the way his thigh felt like it took up the entirety of the space between your own.

it was definitely going to be a long while before victor got back to his work.

( -` 💋 ´- ) i hope this was decent at the very least !! this took me way longer than i expected for it to because… i genuinely didn’t know what to do with it anymore. this is so bad, i’m gonna die actually. this has been sitting in my drafts for over a month because i refuse to look at it, i hate it but it’s okay… i can redeem myself, i promise… anyways happy pride month 🥳🥳

What we know is we have found a cache of complaint tablets about him selling low quality copper as high quality, in a site that was probably his own residence. We know multiple people complained he was a cheat. It's entirely possible they were right. It's also entirely possible that he kept these complaint letters as records of people he would no longer do business with, because they had made accusations and threats in order to bully him into giving them free copper. That is an equally valid interpretation of the evidence.

Part 1 part 2

Tw: manipulation, reader kinda likes it, simon is threatening everyone.

​"Sir, I don't think this is appropriate..." you said, eyes fixed on the floor.

​"What's the matter, sweetheart? Don't you like me?" Simon grabbed your chin, brushing your skin with his thumb.

​You remained quiet. It wasn't that you didn't like Simon, even though you had never seen his face. He was tall, well-built, and you could tell he was strong—everything you liked in a man. But he was your superior.

​"Talk to me, baby. Don't you like me?" He hardened his touch, though not enough to hurt you, forcing you to look him in the eyes. You had never felt this way before. You could feel butterflies in your stomach and your cheeks burning.

​"I— I like you, sir."

​"I like you too, baby. And I’m going to make sure everyone knows that you're mine. Aren't you?"

​You nodded. Simon’s hand traveled to your hair and then to your neck; all you could feel were goosebumps spreading across your body.

​"I need words, my love."

​"Yes, I'm yours."

​"Yes. You are mine." Simon’s lips brushed against yours. "Now, go back to your desk. I need to work."

​You nodded slowly and walked out of the office. What the hell had just happened? Your brain couldn't process the fact that you had just agreed to be in a relationship with your Lieutenant—your superior.

​Days passed, and things only got worse. Everyone was avoiding you. You were the secretary, yet no one wanted to speak to you. What you didn't know was that Simon was the one responsible. He had been threatening the recruits, barking at them that if they got close to you, he would be the one to break their ribs into powder.

​Now, you were crying in Simon's lap because no one would talk to you.

​"Why is no one talking to me? My job is to help them, but no one is letting me do it. What did I do wrong?" You were sobbing into his chest, your voice cracking with each word.

​"It's not your fault, baby. You didn't do anything wrong." You didn't, but Simon certainly had.

​"But you don't need anyone but me, my love," Simon whispered into your ear, leaving kisses on your head. "You only need me, don't you?" His voice was soft, but a smirk played on his lips.

​You stayed silent. No one had ever treated you the way Simon did. Maybe he was all you needed. "Yes, you're all I need, Si." You sobbed again into his chest. "You don't hate me, right?"

​"I would never hate you, my love. Never."

I love obsessed simon, like he can control every aspect of my life idc 🫶

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