#infected reader

*throws confetti* alien parasite dca au yeehawwwww

i wanted to wait until i had a solid idea for the design of these guys before posting but i'm lazy and its been forever since i posted anything so uh. here ya go ig

Desperation Pt. 6 (Victor Gideon x Infected Reader)

I work too much :/

anyways after a long ass wait, here is the thirst quencher <3

WARNINGS ; Cursing, Gore, Cannibalism and NSFW content

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   Victor Gideon dedicated his life to continue the work of his teacher, Oswell Spencer. Working towards his master's life goal, forced evolution. 

For as long as he could remember Victor spent all of his time conducting research, time was well occupied and he never felt the need to find fulfillment in anything else. 

Often Victor would neglect his more basic human needs, so that he may focus more of his time into his work. His devotion to his cause was admirable, but he still felt as though something was amiss, despite numerous breakthroughs.

After the events that took place in the basement facility, he finally discovered what was missing from his life, someone like him. When he found you in the hallway staggering about, he could smell it on you, the change, the virus that was making its way through your bloodstream.

The virus that changed you as a person, mentally and physically. Was in some way a guiding light for you, though unexplainable, you feel as though this was meant to happen for a reason. 

Dr. Gideon had flings and relationships when he was a young man, but it became clouded by his desire to supersede his master. It was difficult to navigate a relationship with someone who could not or did not want to understand his aspirations. 

Victor found that it was easier for him to focus on his goal, instead of wasting his time with men and women who refused to see how essential evolution is to humankind. 

Victor found that with you however, that was not the case. Not only are you a walking example of his superior goal, but also a curious little minx. A person who shares his interest in the functionings of the virus, even though it may not be for the same reason. 

What you failed to notice in the numerous hours spent in Dr. Gideon’s company is his sneaky glances and careful observations, watching you when you weren't paying attention. Surveying your movements, mannerisms and vocal acuities. 

Sending disappointed scowls to any one of his employees who would have the audacity to treat you as anything lesser than perfection. Even though it was unintentional, you became his favourite subject. 

Finding great enjoyment in your challenges, He quite liked it when you refused to bend to his will so easily. Far too many people in his life were too complacent, afraid to speak their minds, it was refreshing to have you break that mundane routine of careful conversation. 

He felt no guilt in concealing the fact he was replacing your regular protein options to his preferred taste, it was another method of shining a light on your carnal similarities. 

The two of you shared a strange chemistry indeed. 

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       Pinned beneath this hulking man and the gurney, his looming figure trapping you. The surface was sticky, the bits of flesh that remained on the table squelched under your spine, nearly gagging from the feeling. 

His soft voice whispering in your ear brought unexpected waves of sensuality to your situation, surely you should be kicking and fighting. The audacity the snake-like doctor possesses, acting like you could just forgive him so easily. 

Dr. Gideon's hands run along the exposed skin of your outer thigh, lips ghosting kisses across your face. Maybe it was possible to be more forgiving than you previously measured yourself being.

The hairs on the back of your neck standing up from the exhilaration of his adoration, Dr. Gideon’s lingering touches never failed to give you gooseflesh.

Dr. Gideon's forked tongue snaked out to lick up the blood staining your face, eventually settling his wet muscle coaxing your lips to part. His slightly parted mouth settled upon yours, the pace was unhurried and purposeful, Only momentary breaks to breathe between long kisses. Teeth knocking with his fervency.

Grey scaled hands move up your thighs, ghosting over your midsection to begin unbuttoning your blood soaked shirt. The fabric was sticky, having to peel it off your skin, pulling himself from your intoxicating kiss. 

Dr. Gideon shuddered when he revealed the black veins layered with the blood that seeped through your top, the mottled splotches that decorated your body made his pants increasingly tighter.  

Letting out a low groan he ground his groin into your centre, rolling his hips stimulating your most sensitive parts. Whining when he returns the favor he owed, biting your bare shoulder. 

Not hard enough to draw blood like you had, but enough to leave the imprint of his golden crowns, sucking against the skin there until it was an angry red bordering purple. The skin quickly became tender and swollen, your hands moved from clutching his duster to twisting into his messy silver hair. 

Dr. Gideon's lips moved from your shoulder to the soft spot along your neck, sucking gently, encouraging you to make more sweet symphonies for him. On a particularly harsh grind of his hips you let out a sharp gasp.

“Dr. Gide-” 

“Victor” he says quickly, cutting you short, slightly muffled by your skin. 

He pulls from your throat and gazes into your eyes tenderly.

“Call me Victor” he's smiling, eyes half hooded, his viper eyes leave scorching trails wherever they roam.

“Victor” you repeat, he nods slowly, his name sounds much better when it's expelled from your vocal folds.

“Yes, my dear?” He inquires, head slightly tilted, you pale a little.

“Are you sure we, uh, you know? Is this? . . . .the best time or place. . . to” 

“Fornicate?” Victor chimes in. 

“Don't say it like that!” lightly hitting your fist against his broad chest, he chuckles a little.

“My apologies, do you prefer, sex, consummation, Breed-mhpff” you silence him by covering his mouth with your hands, face burning more red than the blood that paints your skin. 

He pulls your hands from his face, a grin putting his golden teeth on display. 

“If you are concerned about privacy, I can close the door” he offers

You lurch up to peer over his shoulder “It's open!?” met with the very much open door across the room. 

The laugh reverberating from him resonated in your chest, a soothing hand running up and down the expanse of your back.

“I can assure you that we will be unbothered by unwanted variables” you raise a brow at his comment, did he plan on this?

Moving to look him in the eyes you get a sense that he's being truthful, there was nothing he could gain from any interruptions. Sensing your unease he pulls away from you entirely, the lack of warmth was jarring and the room felt like ice creeping across your bare skin. Wrapping your arms around yourself in attempts to keep warm.

 It took him only a few long heavy strides to reach the door, it clicked closed. Now locked away in the room with Victor you felt anxious for what comes next. 

Turning on his heel he observes you from across the room in your half dressed state, bloodied and marked with his stamp of affection. You adorned a bashful look, arms wrapped around yourself. Clawed fingers curled around your arms, the avian like cocking of your head in anticipation of his next move. 

He briefly wonders if you’d put two and two together yet.

He returns to you slowly, stalking across the room. Every thundering step shook you to your core, when he reached the gurney you instinctively opened your arms to him. Welcoming him into your embrace once again, he leaned down and whispered into your ear. 

“Is this more suitable to your taste?” 

Before you have a chance to answer, your back is pressed against the cold bloodied gurney again, only your thin shirt separates you from the cold plastic lining. A shocked gasp escaped your throat, goosebumps spread across your body, back arching to escape the cold, pushing into him.

 Victor's mouth re-captured you in a deep kiss, fingertips ghost over your collarbones, working their way down your ribs to your hips. He massaged firm circles there, easing the way you’ve tensed yourself, the two of you remain this way for a short while before He moves his hands to his belt.

Deft ringed fingers work the Snake buckle of his slacks clicking with the movement, smoothly removing the leather that confined him in his lower garments. 

Pulling the leather strap free from the blend of wool and cotton loops, with one hand catching both of your wrists. Easily wrapping large calloused fingers around both your wrists, utilizing the other to tie you with his belt. If you weren't being suffocated by Victor's chapped lips, you would protest. 

He ties your wrists together but you still maintain control over your arms, as he wouldn't restrict you to the gurney. Giving you a small sense of control that never existed in the first place, a perfect summary to describe your relationship with Dr. Gideon.

A gentle tug of your shorts drew you from your thoughts, placing your feet against the support bars of the gurney to lift your rear. The fabric was slid down, the chilled metal making contact with the back of your legs made you shiver involuntarily. 

Victor tosses and discards your shorts on the floor, you watch as he unbuttons his pants. Only shuffling them down enough to pull the pudgy flesh of his manhood free from the confines of his pants, your mind went blank from there. 

The curve of his length, the scar that trailed down from his lip to chest ended just at the base of his cock, the skin there was also grey, his tip has a slightly pink hue to it, barely noticeable underneath the sensitive skin enveloping it. 

Victor had been hard the moment his eyes landed upon your cannibalistic state, tearing flesh from bone. In that moment he had realized that there was something else he was craving outside of scientific breakthroughs and research. 

He was well aware of the fact that he was unsightly to most people he knew, in his younger years before the progression of his disease, he was rather easy to look at.

He saw the stares from the corners of his eyes, his current employees with their scrutinizing gazes. You were the only one who averted your eyes, he had considered that you may have been intimidated or scared, but he found it to just be your polite dictation. 

Victor could not deny his fondness of you, though he wished he had noticed you sooner. Nevertheless Victor was grateful for you, especially now settled between your legs, so willing and eager beneath him.     

You were maneuvered by Victor so that you are laying against the gurney properly, taking the space that was once the rest spot for the corpse you devoured so greedily, Head resting against the bloodied pillow. He crawled up onto the gurney, it squeaked in protest, your legs hooked over his shoulders. It was certainly cramped, he was awkwardly positioned as there was not much leg room for him to kneel comfortably. 

He didn't bother to remove your underwear, pulling it to the side while he gave himself a few careless tugs. Victor was keen on finding solace within your warm hole, taunting him so deliciously. 

Your breathing was uneven, anxious awaiting his penetration. It didn't take long for him to fulfill his silent promise, pushing past the ring of your tight entrance with his uncircumcised head. A gasp escapes you, his large phallic shape intruding your unguarded pinkness. 

The stretch was difficult for your body to accommodate, he was gracious enough to begin with slow thrusts. Whimpering beneath him only made his self control weaken, desperate to make you scream for him.

Victor needed you more than you needed him, of course he would never admit that to anyone. He needed your love, your hard-headedness.

Your Desperation. 

He was mostly silent outside of his hard breathing and short grunts between thrusts that only got more harsh with every snap of his large hips, the gurney squealing beneath the weight. If you weren't being fucked silly you would be concerned that it would collapse under the two of you. 

His tapered tip was hitting the deepest parts of your internal sensitivities, You were unable to form a coherent sentence, only pathetic babbling was all you could muster. 

The room echoed the sounds of your rough love-making, if you could call it that. From an outside perspective, the way he fucked you could be considered loveless. However that was not the case, not even close. It was his most primal instinct, a carnal desire, his most human trait outside of the poised dictation he held. 

But there was nothing poised and polished about the way he brutally attacked your insides with his thickness, making you squirm and beg for more. Avian talons grasping the front of his duster, pulling Victor impossibly closer. 

Eyes rolled to the back of your head, your stomach churning with pleasure. A coiling rope squirming within you, nearing the end you so urgently required.

Victor's movements began to falter slightly, brows furrowed, becoming uneven and rough. The heft of his sack slapping against your rear, after a few rougher thrusts he spilled himself unceremoniously within the warm confines of your body. 

He did not disregard you however, his hands finding their way down to your sensitives. Rubbing with light pressure, open palmed against your delicate area until you find your own release. Body erupting with euphoria, arching your back as he worked you through the aggressive orgasm, Squeezing around him. 

As you relaxed against the gurney trying to catch your breath, you made eye contact with Victor. His gaze was unreadable, mouth slightly agape, searching your eyes for something he couldn't pin down. 

Slowly he leaned down to you stealing another kiss, humming as he retracts pulling himself from you to tuck himself back into his pants dusting himself off. 

“Well that was certainly. . . .Informative” Retrieving your shorts from the floor and returning them to you. 

It was difficult to stand, your legs were jelly beneath you as you hopped down from the gurney. Stumbling into his strong arms, Victor held you up like you weighed nothing. 

You re-dressed in a silence that neither of you broke, there was a surprising coldness after and you felt a change. 

Well of course you did, something did change. Unsure as to if it was you or him, things were different and you felt that a boundary that was never meant to be crossed, was. 

You spent the rest of the night alone in your room, after having the longest shower of your life, mulling over the thoughts invading your brain in a similar way the virus did. 

That buzzing in your room was becoming very agitating. 

Then again, a lot of things were agitating.

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Tweaking. . . . .

I think there is something wrong with me.

I didn't proofread because I'm embarrassed <3

Feedback appreciated -Centipede

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How about a Uroboros infected!Reader? Like you were one of Wesker's experiments but the virus didn't actually end up killing or mutating you. It migrated and forced your body to adapt to it.

Somewhat based on that one zombie reader post by @qdbs-writes because honestly it was really cute and this idea has been bouncing in my brain for a bit. I’m going to preface that I’ve only played RE2R, but I have a vague understanding of the RE lore and stories, i’m only doing these three because I know them the best, if I knew chris better I would’ve added him

(this is just a suggestion but here’s what’s damaged on your zombie body: right eye gone, right cheek crewed off, left shoulder nearly gone, and several bites all around)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE2)

You’re one of the many, many, people who fled to the RPD to escape the growing hoards of zombies, unfortunately you were infected early on and hid out in one of the many storage rooms as you succumbed to the virus

…but your conscious stays somewhat intact, sure every thought is slower and less verbose but you still have some of it left, speaking is hard as well but you can speak to some degree

you stay on the third floor, observing Marvin and eventually Leon once he comes in

You’re enamored as soon as you see him, so you decide to try and help him as he goes through the entire RPD, placing some ammo here, some boards there, in general helping out behind the scenes despite how slow you move

⚠️warning: body horror, Canon type violence, death

You were outside the Spencer Mansion. Days ago your family had gone missing while you were out of the city. The police department didn't let you go home or even tell you what the hell happened. It seems you were at a dead end..that was when you got a hint from a rumor.

You were outside of the Spencer Mansion with a small bag of supplies. You knew it was stupid and dangerous but you didn't care, you had to do this. You had to know and you had no other leds. You hoped over the fence and looked around to see if there was anyone around. You grabbed a lock picker and after a while you heard a click and the door opened. It was easy..you thought a mansion this big would have better security.

You explore the mansion to and try to find some type of evidence to explain what has been happening around the mountains. You hear a groan and you see a person? At least you think and it lunged at you but you jumped out of the way. The zombie got impaled by the wall decor, it moved around, growling until it stopped. Your eyes widen "what the fuck.." you murmured to yourself.

You realized that you were in something more deeper than you can imagine. You pulled out a pistol from your bag. You always carried a pistol around the mountain usually to keep yourself safe from wild animals but you never imagined yourself in this situation.

It's too late now, You have to dig deeper. You hear the mansion doors open. You peak over and saw a group wearing uniform, you recognize it. They work for the raccoon city police department, you were tempted to walk to them but you remembered the police didn't help you then. Why would they now? And what if they are apart of this?

You heard another zombie run towards you and you shot them. The shot echo immediately grabbing the attention of the alpha team go running towards the sound. "They stop!" Jill said. You immediately ran not wanting to get caught. And Albert's eyebrows furrowed as he caught a glimpse of you. He didn't plan for this if you managed to get out alive, his plans would be ruined.

As you tried to avoid them, the deeper you went into the mansions and into the lab and start piecing together what has been happening. You stopped as you looked around. You looked at tank full of infected axolotls. They looked at you, were they intelligent? You tap on the glass but seem to follow your finger. You smiled, even if they were a little creepy they were quite cute. You heard footsteps approaching and you turned around to see Albert wesker.

"Am surprised someone with no experience lived this long. But your luck as run out" Albert said calmy and pulled out a gun. "Not yet!" You pulled out your pistol but thanks to his experience he was faster. He shot you through the head as you stumbled back and broke the tank behind. The blood and water mixing together as Albert smirked and walked passed you. "Too slow " he chuckled to himself.

The infected axolotls wiggle around and crawled over to your body. They crawled into your mouth and ears and in your eyes. And your body begins to twitch as the wound in your forehead begins to heal. Your body begins to transform as you were being forcibly revived.

Your eyes darkened as your teeth sharpen. Your hands and feet grow webbing and claws. Multiple gills sprouts out your head like hair. You grow a tail and a extra pair of smaller arms folded against your body like t-rex arms. You grow a couple of inches in height. By the end you looked like a mockery of what you once were. The axolotls swimming inside your body repairing their new home.

Chris ran down to chase after wesker and saw you. He shots at you but you kept healing and ran you passed him trampled him. Chris was going to chase you but he couldn't let Albert get away and let you escape.

If children went missing, surely that would cripple the company. Another child related scandal? Enough that they couldn't cover it up?

You shrug it off. That's crazy. That would make you just like them. Wouldn't it?

Forgive me but your afton au lives in my brain rent free and I was thinking about maybe if reader was a little less vengeance and a little more vanny and this ficlet just forced itself out of me. Kind of an au of your au I suppose? Reader starts out like yours but the afton influence is subtly shifting their goals to align with his over time

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You're no stranger to intrusive thoughts. You've had your fair share of them before the accident of course, and now you like to think you've made your peace with them. Some had actually been helpful! After all, you think to yourself as you clean up one of your messes, you'd be lying to yourself if you said this whole thing had been your plan from the beginning. So, no, you're no stranger to intrusive thoughts but this one gives you pause.

If children went missing, surely that would cripple the company. Another child related scandal? Enough that they couldn't cover it up?

You shrug it off. That's crazy. That would make you just like them. Wouldn't it?

It's another few weeks when the thought returns. It's less sudden this time. You're watching Sun play with the children and you think of how easy it would be to separate one from the group. You drum your fingers stiffly against the security desk.

You… you supposed it could work. Between you and your boys you could keep the kids safe. Maybe set up a place down in the lower levels where you knew no one went. Where no one would look. It'd just be until the company crashed and burned. It'd be fine, you reasoned, the kids would be taken care of in the meantime. Their parents would worry but it'd be for the greater good. Wouldn't it?

When the thought comes again, you approach Sun and Moon with it. You've made no progress, you argue. You need to do something more drastic.

They almost seem to hesitate for a moment but as quick as it came, they were agreeing with you and offering their help. The three of you make a plan to test it out. There'd be no harm in that, you figure. You can always return the kid if things don't work out.

You find out it's far too easy to kidnap a child. You feel like you should feel bad. You don't. In fact, you almost feel… excited? That should worry you, but you shrug it off.

It'd be fine. After all, you're no stranger to intrusive thoughts.

Too bad you don't realize this one's not yours.

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