I Want to Play a Game
Victor Gideon x Fem!Reader
CW: choking, gun play, degradation, p in v, cruel Gideon, oral, dubious consent? Maybe? Power dynamics, blood, blood as lube, yandere? Submissive reader.
[ I’ve never written before. Idk if this is how you tag. I’m just obsessed with this freak of a man ]
“Kidnap you?” The words rolled off of Gideon’s tongue like venom. “I liberated you,” he whispered as he took a step closer to the trembling girl before him. She had her gun pointed at his face with a shaky hand and a scowl on her face.
After everything he’d done to her. He kidnapped her, took her blood, and left her in a building full of monstrosities. Liberation was what he wanted to call it? She could almost laugh.
He didn’t seem to mind the gun pointed at his face. He didn’t seem to mind that it was certainly kidnapping he had done to her. What did he care if she was roaming around in a highly infected building? He’s the one who healed her previous wounds. If anything, she should be thanking him.
He took a lazy step forward and completely invaded her space. She backed up against the table behind her with a small sound of surprise. A few books crashed to the floor.
“I will shoot,” her threat lacked any bite to it.
He flashed her a grin and bumped the barrel of her gun with his forehead. He looked her right in the eyes as he put his hand on hers just above the trigger.
“Do you need some help following through on that threat?” He cooed.
She was at a loss for words. He was fucking crazy. She didn’t want to kill him. She didn’t want to kill anyone. She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want any of this. She just wanted to go home.
All of her words died in her throat until they were nothing more than a lump. She wasn’t expecting him to call her bluff. She couldn’t do anything but look at him with a horrified expression.
He was too quick. In the blink of an eye, he twisted her arm, which made her cry out in pain, and grabbed her gun from her. He examined the gun with a laugh.
“You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep,” he chided.
He emptied the chamber, the bullets falling to the ground in a clatter. All but one bullet.
“I’d like to play a game with you,” he mused.
“Let me go!” She pleaded.
Her anxiety was too much to bear. Every nerve in her body was telling her to leave. She needed to run. She tried to shove past him, but it was a vain effort. He grabbed her immediately and pulled her back to his chest. She could feel how much he dwarfed her in size. He was massive. She had no chance of running.
“I said I’d like to play a game,” he pushed the barrel of the gun to her cheek before running it down to her neck. “I’ll even let you go first,” her skin rose with goosebumps as he brought the gun to her temple.
She had tears blurring her vision. She tried to thrash around in his grasp, but he didn’t budge.
“I don’t want to play!” She barely got the words out through her frantic breathing.
“Shhh…it’s okay,” his voice was deceptively soft as he pulled the trigger.
She braced for impact, but she was only met with the tink of an empty chamber. Her whole body was shaking. The only reason she hadn’t fallen to the floor by now was because he was holding her up.
“See? That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” He whispered into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
He took a deep breath and inhaled into the crook of her neck. His free hand snaked up to her throat and applied pressure. Her hands shot up and started clawing at him.
“Ah, ah,” he warned as he brought the gun back to her temple in warning.
Once she stopped clawing at him, he gave a satisfied hum and pulled the gun away. She couldn’t see him. She was forced to look out the window of the office where the infected were roaming. At this moment, being an infected didn’t sound too bad to her. Anywhere other than being stuck playing Russian roulette with this freak.
She heard another click of an empty chamber. She jumped at the sound.
“Isn’t this such a fun game?” His voice boomed next to her ear. “But I think we can make this so much more interesting,” he spoke.
He turned her around before shoving her down to her knees with an inhuman strength. She looked up at him from her position on the floor with wide eyes.
He didn’t speak as he unbuckled his belt then unzipped his pants. She shook her head and tried to stand to run, but he grabbed a fistful of her hair to keep her in place.
“I wouldn’t be a bad girl if I were you,” he warned while waving the gun in her face.
He pulled his pants down and waited for her to take him into her mouth. When she made no effort to move, he gripped her face. The fat of her cheeks smooshed together from how hard he was digging his fingers into her face. Her head was jerked from side to side before he let go in favor of covering her nose.
Only when she was close to passing out from lack of air did she open her mouth, and that’s when he shoved himself inside. He held the gun to her temple with one hand and ran his fingers through her hair with the other.
“Just…take it,” he sighed out as he felt the warmth of her mouth surround him.
He didn’t wait on her to set the pace. He began roughly snapping his hips up. Each thrust made him enter her throat, and each thrust made her gag around him. Her eyes were watering almost immediately from trying to take him.
She tried to push on his thighs to create more breathing room, but he wasn’t having that. He had her head pinned against the front of the desk and his own body. He eased forward until he was fully in her throat. An obscene bulge formed from where he was.
“You feel so nice…fuck,” his voice came out thick with desire. “Shh, you don’t need you breathe. You just need to stay right there.” He continued to run his fingers through her hair.
She was struggling to stay conscious. Her fists beating against his thighs didn’t deter him in the slightest. If anything, it amped him up. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started to go limp. Her vision had dark edges and there was an incessant ringing in her ears.
Only then did he pull out of her throat. He delivered a few soft slaps to the side of her face to wake her up.
“Stay with me now,” he bent down so that his face was right next to hers. “You’re doing such a good job,” his words felt like a taunt to her.
Her vision was slowly coming back to her, and as her vision came back, the ringing in her ears stopped. She could more clearly hear the grunts and moans of the zombies just outside the door.
He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to her feet. She stumbled and reached out for balance. Her face was roughly pushed against the window. A clear view of the zombies was what she saw.
“Scream and they will hear you. Only I can protect you. You want me to protect you, don’t you?” He pushed himself against her back as he spoke.
Her mind was spinning. If she screamed, he wouldn’t stop the zombies from coming in here and tearing her body apart. He had her gun. Her life was literally in his hands. She did the only thing she could think to do and nodded her head. Sometimes all you can do is submit.
“Yes…” she choked out.
“Yes what?” He prodded as he applied more pressure against her face into the glass until she was sure it would crack.
“Yes I want you to protect me!” She cried out in both anger and fear.
He hummed in response and eased up on the pressure. His hands went to her waist and tugged on her jeans. She placed her hands on his and tried to stop him. He grabbed her by the back of her neck and put the gun in her vision.
“I don’t care if you’re dead or alive when I fuck you. It’s up to you,” he hissed out.
She took in a few shaky breaths before moving her hands away from him. He yanked her jeans down with ease.
“Good choice,” he murmured against her ear before snapping his hips up without warning.
He entered her in one fluid motion. She let out a strangled cry and clawed at the window sill for stability. He didn’t prep her at all. He stretched her out so painfully. She swore she felt him in her stomach. She placed a free hand on his lower stomach and tried to push him away.
“Oh, fuck you’re tight.” He grunted as he snapped his hips again.
He gave her absolutely no time to adjust to his length. Because he was so rough with her, she bled on him a bit. He didn’t mind. He’d just use it as lube. He pounded into her, each movement of his hips made her bump into the window. She was sobbing out.
He pulled her head back by her hair and put the barrel of the gun in her mouth.
“Use that pretty mouth of yours for something useful instead of being so loud,” he moved her head up and down on the barrel of the gun.
She gagged around the cool metal of the gun. She was terrified he was going to pull the trigger then she would finally die.
“You look so good like this,” he placed a kiss to her cheek. “So fucking pathetic,” he bit the skin of her neck, which made her cry out around the gun.
Saliva pooled around the edges of her mouth and slowly made its way down her chin. Her mascara had long since streaked down her tinted cheeks. She looked like a mess.
He pulled the gun out from her mouth and examined the saliva that glistened on it. His free hand shoved her head back against the window as he brought the barrel to her ring of muscle. He slowly pushed the tip in.
She jerked around and cried out in protest, “No! Not there! Please!”
She was frantic and he was impatient. He pulled the trigger without a second thought. The clink of the empty chamber made her whole body tense up. The realization of just how crazy he was washed over her. He would kill her if she didn’t do what he wanted. He had no morality left in him. That scared her into being still as he inched the barrel deeper into her tight hole.
“Please!” She cried out as she groped around behind her to hold onto part of him.
“Does this hurt?” He mocked as he pushed the barrel in deeper.
“Yes!” She whimpered.
“Do you want me to go easy on you?” He tilted his head to the side in mock thought.
“Yes please! I’ll be good! Please just take it out!” She begged.
He felt himself twitch inside her when she begged like that. He took a deep breath to stop himself from emptying himself in her right then and there. He slowly pulled the barrel out and tossed it to the floor with a thud. The idea of reaching for the gun crossed her mind, but it was too far away.
He tossed her onto the nearby table with ease and slotted himself between her legs. He had a clear view of the way her brows furrowed in pain when he thrust into her. Her mouth was hung open and her eyes fluttered shut. It made his dick twitch.
She was mortified that her body was giving in. All that pain was becoming pleasure. Her mind was melting. It was such an odd feeling to experience. She found herself reaching out to him, her hands wrapping around his arms.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded.
She hesitated but ultimately opened her mouth. He let a glob of spit land on her tongue. His hand covered her mouth the moment she tried to gag.
“Swallow it,” he urged.
With much resistance, she swallowed. It felt disgusting sliding down her throat. She felt filthy and tainted.
“Atta girl,” he praised as he slid his thumb into her mouth.
She found herself sucking on the digit out of pure habit. It didn’t even register to her what she was doing until she heard him groan.
“There she is. I knew you could be a filthy slut,” he snapped his hips up harder.
That particular thrust had her seeing stars. He was hitting that soft sweet spot over and over again. Her mind was quickly turning to mush.
“F…fuck,” she stammered out.
Her nails were digging into his arms so roughly they left marks. Her whole body was tensing up as he invaded her senses completely.
“That’s it. Let go,” he guided her.
His free hand came up to wrap around her throat once more. He felt her tighten up around him at the sensation. It made him throw his head back with a deep and guttural moan.
“I always wanted to know what you’d feel like. I’ve been watching you for so long. Finally have you now,” he was talking to himself.
The horrifying realization never even came to her. She was so out of it. Her whole body was like electricity. Her mind was elsewhere. All she could feel was how deep in her he was.
The sounds of zombies approaching from outside the door didn’t even stir her out of her gaze. She was trapped on cloud nine just the way he wanted it. Even if I took some effort on his part.
“Maybe I should knock you up? Fill you with my cum so you can’t ever leave me,” he rested his forehead on hers. “Then I can always protect you,”
She could hardly make out what he was saying at this point. Nodding her head dumbly was all she could do.
“S’good!” She babbled out.
He couldn’t stop the grin that found its way to his face. All he had to do was break her and now here she was, so pliant and ready for him.
“Hmm? What was that? I can’t hear you,” he teased.
He stopped his pace to further antagonize her. A pout found its way on her face almost immediately.
“Please don’t stop! More!” She begged, and who was he to disobey when she asked so sweetly.
He pushed on her lower stomach as he pounded into her. There was a bulge in her stomach, just as there had been one in her throat earlier. He was just so much bigger than her. He couldn’t help it that he poked out from inside her.
“Do you feel me right there?” He asked as he pushed down on the bulge.
It made her eyes shoot open before rolling into the back of her head. She rested a hand on top of his as she ground her hips up to meet his.
It wasn’t long until she felt that familiar coil in her stomach. She locked eyes with him, her pouty lips parted as her whole body tensed up.
“Gonna cum!” She warned.
“Make a mess for me, pretty girl,” he encouraged.
He gripped her hips and began to rut into her like he was an animal in heat. He had absolutely no intention of pulling out. With a silent cry she released all over his abdomen. The sight of her squirting had him spiraling over the edge.
He pumped thick ropes of his release into her tight cunt. He didn’t pull out yet. He fucked it deeper into her before stilling inside her. It wasn’t until a few seconds of silence that he spoke.
“You’re everything I hoped you’d be,” he wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed.
She struggled against him until she went limp. Once she was limp, he pulled her jeans up for her and buttoned them. He tossed her over his shoulder and made his way for the door where a group of zombies stood. They made no effort to approach.
He was going to keep her one way or another. She wasn’t ever getting away. That much he was sure of.
