#malignant x reader

[capybar00]

The Slut, Loser, Babygirl and Princess

featuring: billy lenz, brahms heelshire, gabriel may & vincent sinclair

based on my astute observation, it's definitely . . .

here are the blank ones because why not

sorry for not posting as much i've been very, very tired(tm), angeloposting soon.

[capybar00stash]

gabriel loves his personal space, brahms and vincent also loves gabriel's personal place

they're besties now because i said so!

i liked the older sketch i drew of these two so maybe that can be a commonly occurring post on here, eh?

[ccscocoapuffs]

KINKTOBER Day #10- Praise- Gabriel May

Gabriel has spent his entire life being degraded just for existing. When entering a relationship he tends to be more on edge during sex and if you were to praise him then the true side to Gabriel would start to come out. Be gentle with him and tell him how pretty his is while you thrust your fingers into him. Tell him the specific details bout him you adore, like "God I love the way your eyes look so shiny when you are so fucked out of your mind, baby boy".

Gabriel obviously can't exactly blush but if he could, His cheeks would flush an extremely bright red whenever you would say anything praising him. He adores when he eats you out and you tell him how good it feels. Tell him how good his tongue is inside you or even how could he tastes. Gabriel also adores the more non sexual praise such as walking up to him and holding his face gently in your hands and saying "You look so handsome today". Gabriel 404 not found. Praise Gabriel in front of someone else and he instantly gets horny and the largest ego boost ever in the world. If you were to be talking to your friends or something then say something like "I'm so lucky to have someone as handsome as Gabriel is". He feels pride in knowing you aren't embarrassed by the way he looks. He considers the way you moan for him a form of praise. If you scream out his name then that works the same as praise for him. Hearing you beg him to go faster and scream out how good it feels is probably the greatest thing you could ever do to make him feel praised. Call him good boy. As simple as that, let him fuck you real good and tell him he's a good boy while you pull his hair ever so gently...or rough. He likes it either way.

[shadowsstarwc]

i’m late to the trend but idc

and another sketch bc why not

[ace-of-clubs-and-diamonds]

Angel Eyes

What Gabriel lacked in refined skill, he more than made up for with sheer enthusiasm.

Rating: Explicit, NSFW 🔞 Fandom: Malignant 2021 Pairing: Gabriel May x AFAB!Reader Word count: 610 Content warnings: Cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, praise kink, hair-pulling, begging, mild religious themes, accidental denial? I guess?, service top Gabriel, reader is AFAB but gender-neutral AO3 link: Here

Author's Note: Y’all this idea has lived rent free in my brain for so fucking long and it’s about damn time I did something with it. My boy Gabriel has a mouth and a tongue and teeth and fingers. What more do you need? This one is short and sweet but I think it’s enough. Hope y’all enjoy <3

What Gabriel lacked in refined skill, he more than made up for with sheer enthusiasm.

A moan slipped out of your mouth. You buried your burning face into a pillow, even as the action made it harder to catch your shallow, ragged breath. And did little to muffle your next moan. The head between your legs just about purred in response, and the vibration of his voice so close to your cunt had you clenching.

“Fuck, Gabriel.” Your voice came out muffled. “Fuck, you’re good. You’re so fucking good.” You rolled your hips at the same time he placed the flat of his tongue against you. Pleasure surged through your veins. Your fingers twisted into the pillow. “F-fucking hell, God. Fuck.���

Gabriel was shaking almost as much as you were. Shivering and squirming as he ate you out like you were his last fucking meal. Sure, his lack of lips made precision harder. Made it messier, wetter. And his lack of skill only added to that. But God, you were already soaked. And his inexperience just drenched you more, made his eagerness and neediness to prove himself and pleasure you so much better. His tongue lavished your clit, dipped between your lips to drink up your leaking wetness. He spread you out between his fingers to better access you, dipping one in to thrust deep inside as he took your clit between his teeth. You writhed, moaned and chanted his name as if it was something holy, bucked your hips as heat pulsed through your gut. It was delicious, it was wet and sloppy and unskilled and fucking hot. Enough to sustain the pleasure but not enough to get you over the edge.

You don’t think he realized how fucking good that felt, too. The accidental tease, the completely unwitting denial. How the desperation tangled in the arousal heightened it all.

He pulled away, breath ghosting over your cunt. The sight of him between your legs, long hair tangled, eyes wide and glazed over, his other arm curled around your thigh, was enough to send another wave of heat tingling through you. You dropped your head back onto the pillow and sighed. “Please, Gabriel. Please.” Just please. He felt so sinfully good, and you’d gladly burn in hell for the burn of pleasure.

You must’ve spoken some part of that thought – at this point, your brain was practically melting out of your ears, and you couldn’t keep track of what you said out loud and what you didn’t. Because Gabriel pressed his teeth against the inside of your thigh, parted them to lick the skin. His equivalent of a kiss. And his voice rumbled out from the nearby speaker, “But you taste divine.”

God, it was such a saccharine, melodramatic thing to say. It made you want to ride him till you saw stars.

And as if he’d thought the same, his tongue was back on you, both arms wrapped around your thighs and leveraging you for better access. You gasped out as he circled your clit and played with the sensitive nub. Teasing, teasing, teasing. You could cry from how good it was, how good he was. You plunged your fingers into his hair and tugged. Desperately rode his tongue and chased your just-out-of-reach release. Didn’t bother to stop the moans and praise flowing out unbidden. His needy whimpers just made it sweeter, made you grow wetter and burn hotter.

His voice crackled out from the speaker again. “You look–” A broken moan that nearly had you seeing white, “–f-fucking angelic.”

And maybe he was right. How could something that felt this good be considered so sinful?

[acherontiarchivist]

Hii! So the reader some how, some way, meets our boy Gabe. And they’re really into men with sexy long hair and yummy voices and the reader is just like mmmmm oooooo ahhhhh

And Gabe is just standing there like 🧍“ Bitch, be so fucking fr.”

Hiiiiii, thanks for the ask! I went with a kinda mixture of Gabriel being totally fucking oblivious and also not believing anyone could see him that way. He comes around, though :) thanks for your patience, Anon, and I hope you enjoy the fic!!!

Warnings: people being mean to Gabriel, reader is also kind of an asshole to Gabe ngl, mentions of masturbation, unsolicited flirtation by the reader, mentions of choking kink

Word count: 2.7k, including a bonus teaser ;)

Closing shifts were always your favorite. Your other coworkers hated them with a passion, and always asked to switch your morning shifts with their nights. At first they would give excuses along the lines of having to attend their kids' baseball games or attending family events, but that quickly fell through when you pointed out that they both couldn't possibly be that busy every closing shift.

"OK, You got me. Honestly, I'm surprised it took you this long to protest. You're definitely braver than us." Del was restocking the freezer with novelty ice cream bars as you sent reminder texts to renters informing them of their upcoming due dates and waited for a customer to ring.

"What do you mean? " you replied, smacking on a thick wad of hubba bubba between pauses, "I'm just saying if you guys don't like closing I'm more than happy to talk to the boss about scheduling me for the late shifts."

"You- you like the closing shift?" He seemed too astonished to multitasking, as he'd almost dropped a box onto the floor.

"Yeah, it's pretty easy, and I'm more of a night owl anyway."

"Wait, so you haven't noticed anyone… unusual coming in on your night shifts?" His hands were now too preoccupied on carrying the conversation than work.

"No? Just the same regulars that rent a porno and grab a few beers. They never make any advances on me, and I don't really give a fuck about their purchases." You continued to pay just as much attention as you had been to your work task.

"No, no, that's not what I mean." He shook his head and pointed to you, earning you a slight glance in acknowledgement.

"Well, what do you mean?" What else could he possibly mean?

He sighed, " Well, there's this… guy?" He gestured vaguely, "Eh, that comes in every now and again. He always wears this big ass trench coat, smells like pennies and has this fucked up face."

You turned your head to the side and sucked a bubble inside your cheek, "That's a bit rude."

"Hey, if you saw the guy, you'd agree. Anyway, I don't like him, and he makes Fernanda uncomfortable. Besides, he never buys anything. Just walks in, stares at this section or that, stands there for minutes at a time, and eventually leaves. And he scares other customers away!"

"Have you ever talked to him? Customer service is part of our job, you know."

"Nahhhhh, fuck that." He turned back to his task at hand.

You rolled your eyes, "It would get him out of the store quickly. And make us some money."

"Well, sounds like you can handle him perfectly well yourself. Don't come crying to us when you're stuck with all the night shifts and eventually run into that guy."

"You're so melodramatic. I doubt it's anywhere near as bad as you make it out. Y'all have probably already ran him off with your shit people skills, given that I haven't ran into this guy the entire two weeks I've been here."

"Oh, shit. I hadn't thought of that." He had stopped a moment to think, then looked at you and shrugged.

"No take-backsies. Night shift's mine."

It was another two weeks before you finally saw him enter the store. You had already taken care of clean up and restocking routines as usual and were left with most of your shift to act busy until it was time for closing. This time was perfect for getting a little bit of drawing done between customers, your boss didn't mind as long as you made a few sales throughout the night. You were so focused on your drawing that you hadn't noticed him enter. He was quiet, the only thing that tipped you off to his presence was the smell of pennies that Del had warned you about. When you looked up, he was standing in front of the miniscule horror selection, his back towards you, head almost entirely obscured by a tall standing collar reminiscent of something one might see a villain clad in a noir or giallo film. It took you just a moment to muster up the courage to approach him.

"Can I help you find something today?"

There was a moment of silence, almost as if he were hesitating, then a nearly unnoticeable nod, careful to obscure his face behind his messy dark strands.

You glanced at the titles before you, considering what might fall into his taste. "If you're on the hunt for a horror recommendation, you've found the right person to help." You ignored the fact that you were the one who approached him. After a moment of careful contemplation, you grabbed two movies, one to your left and one you had to excuse yourself to grab in front of him.

"We don't have a huge selection right now, but these are two classic giallo films I think you might find an interest in," you showed him Deep Red and The Bird With The Crystal Plumage. "Oh! Actually, I have one more recommendation from our thrillers."

He observed the covers of each DVD before flipping them over and reading the back as you perused the adjacent aisle.

"Here it is!" You grabbed the movie and brought it to him. "No Country For Old Men is more of a personal favorite," you said, pointing at the 'Employee Picks' poster by the register, "but I have a feeling you'd like it, too."

He studied the back of that case as well. The opportunity to peek at his face while he was distracted was not wasted. Admittedly, he was an individual that oozed mystique. When he caught you staring you tried to deflect with more customer service as an excuse.

"Um, if you like, we have rental versions. So you can watch them all before you commit to buying any." There was no way he hadn't caught you blushing. "I'll just give you a few minutes to think about it," you said, hiding behind the register once again. He was silent approaching the register with the rental copies of the movies you had shown him and through the completion of the transaction.

"The rentals are due on the 25th, you're all good to go."

He nodded and turned for the door.

"See you in two weeks," you smiled, and he was gone.

The next two weeks were uneventful, just you counting down every day until the 25th of the month. In the meantime, you badgered your boss to expand the selection of horror films and thought of what to show him next time he came through. When the day finally came your coworkers noticed how unusually chipper you were, and you brush it off as it being your weekend after today. The night turned late without any sign of him, and you worried that he returned the videos earlier in the day, or on a night you didn't work. Just as you were losing hope and thinking of closing a few minutes early, a call rang the store phone.

"Hello, thank you for calling Marty's Movies and Munchies. How can I help you tonight?"

The voice on the other line was strained and slow at first, deep and raspy in a way you found incredibly sexy. "Are you closed? I need to return some videos. I'm a bit later than I expected to be."

You lean in to the counter, feeling generous enough (and hopeful that he'll come by) to let the sexy-voiced customer in after close. Not like you had plans, anyway. "Nope, you still have about ten minutes 'till doors close, but since you called ahead I'll give you an additional ten minute grace period. Any later than that and you'll have to bring it in tomorrow and pay a small late fee."

"No need, I'm already here."

Before you could question the caller, the ringing of the bell hung above the door caught your attention. Immediately, you recognized the gangly form of the man your coworkers had not-so-affectionately dubbed The Creeper. Your gaze lingered on him, trying to get another glance at his piercing eyes through the curtain of hair that he made sure masked his face. He must have picked up on it and became self conscious, as he pulled his high collar up and sunk further behind its shadow. Odd enough, but you also noticed that he didn't appear to be holding a cell phone.

Feeling particularly brave, and maybe a bit too confident, you leaned over the counter and smiled at him, "So that's what you sound like, huh?"

His posture noticeably stiffened.

"Or is it a voice modulator? Either way, it's kinda sexy."

"Just…return these, will you?" It was quite cute how he would avert his eyes and take half a step back out of embarrassment. You didn't take him for the shy type.

Though he stumbled over every word, you had forgotten the landlines propped between your head and shoulder and the sudden noise in your ear made you jump back. "Yeah, sure thing."

"And," he hesitated for a moment, "I think I would like to purchase my own videos."

"Ok, DVD or blu-ray?" You already had them picked out and waiting for him under the counter, and held them out for him to choose.

"I… don't know the difference."

"You don't know which you have?"

He looked embarrassed and almost shrank right where he stood, "I watch them on my sister's device."

"Well does she have movies like this," you shook the bigger case in your left hand, "or this?" shaking then the smaller blue case.

"Both?" Incredible. You had no idea how anyone could just not know the difference.

"OK, I'm choosing for you," you said, stuffing a plastic shopping bag with blu-ray copies of each film. "You're getting blu-ray. They're better."

"What if I'm wrong? Will a DVD player work with these movies?"

His questions were honestly the most interesting ones you would get from customers, even if just for the sheer unawareness he had demonstrated in... pretty much everything. "Jesus Christ dude. Have you been living under a rock for the past 25 years or something?"

"Something like that," he answered a bit too readily, "And a bit longer."

You blinked and chose to ignore the statement. He was weird, odd looking, brooding, and now, obviously, a bit socially inept. God, he just became more and more your type, and you were dying to score. "Well," you started, "DVD players are the older video player and therefore not backwards compatible, but blu-ray players can play both. If your sister has both kinds of movies, she most likely has a blu-ray player, but," you wrote your number on a notepad kept at the counter and tore the page off, sliding it into the bag with his purchase, "if you have any questions or run into any problems you can call me. I might just let you come over and use mine." You ended with a wink to give it what you hoped was an extra layer of obvious courtship.

"Why would I use your device? I'll just buy my own." He pulled out a loose debit card from the right pocket of his coat and shoved it in your direction expectantly.

You sighed and took his debit card, ignoring your initial glance at the name– certainly not the name he had given for his customer account– then prepared to slide the card through the reader. "God, you are oblivious," you rolled your eyes. "Ok, your total is–"

"Wait," he quickly interrupted, then hesitated for a fraction of a second, "I want to rent another movie."

Of course! You had forgotten the movie you had previously selected for him. "Anything in mind?"

"I trust your judgment."

Your grin couldn't be wider as you grabbed the last rental copy of Possession from your 'Employee Picks' cubby. "You'll love this one. I feel a particular kinship with Isabelle Adjani's character, Anna. I think you'll like her too." With that, you rang up his total and saw him out the door.

By the time he left it was fifteen minutes past closing and you had to rush to finish up routines. You couldn't wait to brag to your coworkers that you had made a big sale to The Creeper. There wasn't much time to revel in your victory and plan your next move, however, because he had returned the following night. As it turns out, you didn't need to. He practically fell right into your lap.

When he entered, you immediately noticed that he walked with much more confidence than before. Ioday, he wore his coat open, and the standing collar limped to the side, putting his face, though still partially obscured by his gangly hair, almost proudly on display. You were so distracted by his drastic change in demeanor that you almost didn't notice him speaking to you.

"I want my own copy of this movie."

"I'm sorry, but we don't have any more for sale. You can always come in and renew your rental every two weeks, though that limits the number of other movies you can–" 

"Order it for me."

"I can't do that, unfortunately, but–"

"Yes? But what?"

You prop your elbow on the counter and rest your head in your palm, looking up at him from just below, "I have my own copy in my personal collection. You can come by and watch it anytime you like."

"Tonight. I'm coming home with you."

You laughed at how forward he was suddenly being, "Sure. I'm closing up in a few minutes," you tossed him your keys. "Wait for me in the car."

A few minutes later, you locked up the store and entered your car, where he sat nervously waiting for you.

Bonus!

You had waited all day for the unknown call with steadily declining patience. It's not that you were annoyed. You were just excited for your weekly visit. Every week the routine was the same: he comes or calls, spends hours with you holed up in your room and leaves you shivering under your sheets, eagerly awaiting his next arrival.

 Your work day crawled by at an agonizing pace, not helped by the slow business this time of year– and in your particular line of retail. The number of customers that came through the small video store could be counted on one hand, and the number that actually made a purchase even less. As usual, most of your shift was spent doodling in your sketchbook. Lately, they would all be little sketches of him. His hair was your favorite thing to draw; the contrasting textures of his wavy, dry hair and bloody wet tangles looping around one another, the cracked leather coat he always wore, drawing special and precise attention to his bright eyes and the exposed muscles of his face. Your sketchbook was littered with countless finished and unfinished pencil and ink sketches alike. Sometimes, you would add a splash of color, usually red or blue.

He never came into the store anymore. Instead, he would pick from your personal collection and give you money for a copy of his own if he really liked the film. Once or twice, you had tried to set up a cute movie marathon date night, but he would often get...  distracted. It was nice, though. Sneaking him in through your window so your roommates didn't freak out and fucking with the lights out and a movie on in the background made you feel like a teenager again. The butterflies he would churn up in your stomach and the heavy feeling in your chest when you thought of him made you absolutely giddy, though you would have a hard time admitting it if pressed.

It wasn't often he would leave you hanging. If he couldn't make it, he would at least call you and let you know ahead of time. At least then you'd know to set time aside to take care of yourself.

Tonight was one such night. No call, no cancel, no sign of him. By the time you would usually have heard from him, you had had enough of waiting and decided to pleasure yourself. Earphones plugged in with your background noise of choice, lube in hand, toy at the ready, you went to work. As you moved your hands over your body, you imagined they were his. Admittedly, only he could tease you the way you really needed it, from with feather-light touches that tickled your inner thighs, to his hands wrapped around your neck in a vice grip; but tonight, your own would have to do. Just the thought of him touching you like that had you crying out his name. It wasn't until you were nearing your peak that your session was interrupted by an incoming call.

You let the phone ring as you stared at the ID on the screen.

UNKNOWN

It had to be him. It always was. You let the call linger for a few more seconds before you finally picked up the line– you just had to tease him a little bit. A few seconds of silence greeted your ears and planted a seed of uncertainty. "Hello?"

Nothing to be heard on the other line. You considered hanging up before the familiar feedback pierced the line. He said nothing at first, leaving you shivering in anticipation.

There was a sigh on the other end of the line, or perhaps a dark stifled laugh.

"Starting the show without me, sweetheart? What, no more ten minute grace period for me?"

[sketchbook-of-shadows]

I finally finished this!!

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The lighting on her shirt is so awkward I'm going to cry wHY DOES IT DO THAT???

[serpentinemalign]

A valentine's gift for my darling, @starleska 💖💖💖💖

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Tilting back a bit into a slasher mood…..writing a piece about eating Gabriel May’s pussy as Vincent Sinclair hits it from behind

[capybar00]

Gabriel likes hanging with Vincent, and he doesn't mind it.

(dialogued, blank, lineart and sketch version below!)

(give me credits if you're using my work and click on the picture for better quality!)

↓ lineart and sketch ↓

the sketch? a tad silly? yes, yes it is. also this is a manual colouring practice please don't k!ll me for being awful at it

[capybar00stash]

brahms heelshire, tall boi. vincent sinclair, medium boi. gabriel may, fun sized boi.

me when i recreate one of my first digital schdoodle again after awhile for funsies

post link for the ol' drawing below

[ccscocoapuffs]

Gabriel May NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Kinda shy, he's not used to being treated as if he is a actual human being so the fact you just had sex with him makes him feeling kinda shy inside. Even though he would never admit to it. He for sure would love if you played in his hair, just be careful not to poke maddie in the face lol, though he would probably laugh his ass of if you did.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Gabriel doesn't have a favorite thing about his body because in his eyes it's not fully his. He was never given the choice to have his own body to love and do what he wanted with hence why he loathes the fact he is tethered to maddie forever. Despite being able to use maddie's body for himself he does long for the feeling of being a separate being with his own arms, own legs, and of course he wants to have his own dick. He loves his partners eyes for sure, he can tell peoples emotions just by looking in their eyes. That's how he knew when he first met you what you truly thought of him, he could sense the fear in your eyes if it was to show, yet i didn't hence why he knew you were different.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Giving that he shares a body with Maddie when it comes to sex he obviously has a vagina, so with that being said he can't cum inside you like he desperately wants to. Though he makes do with what he can and makes you cum on his fingers and then eats the cum outa you, he would love if you did the same for him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Gabriel wants to try knife play with you, especially using his favorite knife (The trophy knife), he hasn't brought it up cause he is afraid you might think he wants to hurt you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) So Maddie has had sex before obviously and he's been just dormant in the back of her head when that happened, though once he was woken up by Derek after that particular incident he was obviously aware of his and Maddie's shared body. He is a virgin in his own sense though, the body he shares isn't if that makes sense.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) He's one bendy ass fucker given he is technically backwards. So when it comes to position you never really know what you're gonna get with him. If you are using a strap with him or vice versa he likes doggy or missionary, even though both of them are kinda in his own way.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Definitely more serious, though not really like hard dom serious, if catch my drift. He for sure leans towards being very sensual and serious in the moment with you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) So obviously once again he shares this with Maddie, so he obviously has a small bush of black hair on Maddie's side of things, where he is always behind her he obviously wouldn't have this.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) He loves intimate moments between the two of you and soaks up whatever time he has with you to have them. He loves being able to fuck you with a strap and hold your face in his hands while he tells you through the speaker of the radio on the bedside table how much he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He doesn't see the point, if he craves pleasure he wants it from you and you alone. He doesn't get off very well when touching himself, he craves the connection of sex.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Knife kink spit kink slight choking slight bondage

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) He loves tying you up somewhere in the attic and crawling up to you and eating you out. He loves that you feel safe enough with him to let him tie you up and ravish you in the way he does.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) He adores if you wear a short skirt for him or if you walk over to him and run your hands down what would be his chest. He loves that you wear something just for and that you aren't afraid to walk up and touch what's yours.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Share you with Maddie or anyone else, just because he has the same body as her doesn't mean she gets to touch you, you belong to him and only him. Once he fell in love with you that was something that was final.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) God he loves eating your pussy, giving this may be something that is slightly difficult for him giving the way his mouth is formed. Though don't let that fool you, he is very skilled with his tongue and has learned over time the best way to fuck you with it and suck your clit.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) He prefers a slower pace, he wants to enjoy time with you and wants it to be meaningful. He is putting his trust in you at the most vulnerable moment and he wants to enjoy the feeling of it while he looks into your eyes and throws his head back.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He hates quickies, he doesn't get that intimacy he desires with a quickie, though if you were to pull him aside someone and get down on your knees and start fucking him with your tongue he might be more on board with your quickie like moments.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) His whole life really is a risk, He risks living everyday. So when it comes to the bedroom I feel like he tends to be more risk free because this is his moment of relief from existence, this is something that is solely for him. You two having sex for anyone other than him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Usually two, despite only have maddies body to use for his pleasure he still gives you as much as he can before he feels exhausted. He loves the feeling of being edged though so take that how you will when it comes to making him have an orgasm or two.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Yes there's for sure toys involved. He loves the ability to fuck you with a strap, he craves the feeling of having his own cock to fuck you with and feel how your pussy walls tighten around him while you cry out, but this will have to do. He also loves being fucked with it as well, whether your fuck his ass or pussy, he adores the feeling of having you control his orgasms though don't be surprised when he flips you around and takes you however he wants. (His favorite toy is gonna be mentioned in W)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He likes to tease just a little to make you get all flustered and red, though he doesn't actually like to tease all that much. He has spent his whole life waiting, waiting for maddie to wake him up again, waiting for revenge, so waiting for sex because of him teasing, nope not happening.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He isn't super loud during sex, but he lets out a few deep growls and labored breathes. If you leave a phone out or a radio for him to talk through then he for sure will say the filthest things for you to hear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) His favorite toy in the whole world is the dual ended vibrator dildo you two have. He loves for you both to insert it into each other and rock your hips together while you make out and pull each others hair.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) So we've kinda already discussed this in several sections, obviously he has a vagina giving he shares a body with his sister, He loves using a pussy pump on himself though to make everything extra sensitive and puffy for you to enjoy as well as him.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Not very high, he doesn't think a relationship revolves around sex and doesn't crave it as much as some others would, for him it's real just when the mood strikes.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He usually doesn't fall asleep afterwards, if you want to then he will gladly hold you while you sleep and lay there watching tv or scrolling on the phone.

[shadowsstarwc]

Gabriel May

i fixed the whole backwards situation with a bit of decapitation bc i CANT draw people backwards and i tried

[ace-of-clubs-and-diamonds]

You're Craving a Release

“There’s a good boy,” you praised, pressing a light kiss to his shoulder. The whimper he let out skittered along your nerves. “Just relax. Breathe and relax. I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.”

Rating: Explicit, NSFW 🔞 Fandom: Malignant 2021 Pairing: Gabriel May x GN!Reader Word count: 1.5K Content warnings: sub!Gabriel, Dom!reader, bondage, shibari, praise kink, making out, kissing, body worship, masturbation, sort of?? masturbation by way of crotch rope, light teasing, light denial, begging, mentions of medical abuse, dealing with trauma through the power of KINK and HORNY, Gabriel’s inexperienced and horny AO3 link: Here

Author's Note: Well well well, a fic from me? In the year of our Lord 2023? Wild. Who’d have thought. I’ve been meaning to write for Gabriel May from Malignant for a while now. And technically I have, but nothing I feel is post-onto-Tumblr material. But I thought Blood Fest 2023 would be the perfect opportunity to write something that is! I’m super happy with how this turned out. This week’s keywords were “malignant” and “acrid”, and the prompt I used was “bondage”. Hope y’all enjoy! <3

He wasn’t used to this kind of treatment.

He’d told you more than enough details about what it was like back at the Simion Research Hospital. Any time he misbehaved, anytime he got too cranky or aggressive or disobedient, he was punished. Strapped to a chair or bed and injected with relaxants. Or, if things got really bad, plugged into a machine and electrocuted. All while the medical staff told him he was a monster, a tumor, a cancer. Something to be fixed and discarded. As if he wasn’t a person at all.

It made your stomach fold in on itself. It made your hands curl into fists till your nails bit into your palms. It made you want to track down those fucking doctors and every person who’d let this happen.

But you couldn’t. Not least of all because Gabriel had already done it himself.

So you settled for this instead. Helping out in the here and the now.

In…. slightly less than conventional ways.

“Just breathe.” You brushed your fingers against his shoulders. Gabriel twitched, and the muscles of his face tightened as if in a frown. But he kept his eyes closed. Like you’d asked him to. You’d said that he could open them anytime if he got too nervous – it wasn’t necessary, just an “if you can”.

But he’d kept them closed. Even as the muscles of his back – his front, you supposed, from his point of view – rose and fell just a little too quickly, a little too unevenly. Even as his body was pulled taut with nervousness. He kept his eyes closed. And waited.

“You’re doing an amazing job,” you said, keeping your voice soft. Making him feel as at ease as possible. He somehow managed to both shrink into himself and sit a little bit straighter at the praise. Praise and affection, you’d realized some time ago, were the ultimate aphrodisiac for him.

So you slid your fingers around one of the loops of red rope and tugged him closer to you. You brushed the long tangle of black hair out of his face and pressed your lips to his teeth. Slipped your tongue into his mouth as he melted against you, turning the kiss messy and open-mouthed. The taste of blood was sharp, but it didn’t bother you. Not with the way his breath stuttered, how his body jerked and a deliciously broken little sound skittered out of the nearby speaker.

You gave him a sweet smile as you pulled away. He leaned forward as if to follow you, before tensing again and shuddering with a gasp. Satisfaction settled in your gut.

“How do you feel?” You brushed his hair out of his face again. His eyes were screwed shut, breath even more uneven now.

“Un…. usual,” he grit out. His voice was laced with static as it emanated from the speaker.

You glanced up and down his form, examining the ropes woven around his body. The front of his body was turned away so you could see his face, and his arms were tied at the front so they’d be behind him. It had been a bit of a challenge figuring out how to do this, how to adjust the ties for his backwards body. But you’d done it. And now he was sitting in front of you, legs curled under his body, adorned with red ropes and knots – including a rope that passed between his legs and sat snugly against the black fabric of his underwear.

“Good unusual or bad unusual?” you asked. You didn’t want it to be the bad kind of unusual. But considering how little experience he had with this sort of thing, it was possible.

“I don’t…. I don’t know.”

You paused. “Do you want to stop, or–”

“No.” The word came out harsh. Harsher than he must’ve meant it, because Gabriel seemed to flinch at the sound. “No,” he repeated, softer. “I…. I don’t want to stop.” He shifted, and his breath caught on something halfway between a gasp and a word. “I don’t…. dislike it.”

Satisfaction curled deeper. And a hot little spark flared deep inside you, too.

Evidently, the crotch rope was doing what it was supposed to. And that knowledge, the knowledge that he was getting off on it? That he was so unused to this that just a length of rope and some sweet words had him slowly turning to putty in your hands? Now that was something you could get off to.

But you’d deal with that later. Right now, your focus was on him.

“There’s a good boy,” you praised, pressing a light kiss to his shoulder. The whimper he let out skittered along your nerves. “Just relax. Breathe and relax. I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.”

You were going to show him that being restrained didn’t necessarily have to mean punishment, or pain, or anger. Being restrained could be nice, too. It could be calming. Pleasurable.

So you took your time, brushing your fingers along his neck, his shoulders, his arms, along his spine and down his hips, sometimes gently scraping your nails against his skin. And sometimes leaving saccharine kisses in their wake. Some just a brush of your lips, others open-mouthed so you could taste the slight saltiness of sweat-sheened skin. His warmth leaked into you. His arousal and the little gasps and moans that bled from the speaker urged you on, even as you took your sweet, sweet time in exploring him.

You’d expected him to talk more – to play it off, to act like he wasn’t as obviously affected as he was. But he didn’t. His breath came in short, shallow puffs. The only sounds from the radio were small, half-suppressed moans and the occasional whispered fuck.

And it wasn’t just from what you were doing.

You hadn’t failed to notice Gabriel’s squirming and twitching. The movement of his arms behind him, jerking in an unsteady rhythm. Pulling and moving the rope between his legs, moving the small knot pressed against the fabric of his underwear where his clit was.

Desperately chasing that unusual, unfamiliar feeling.

All because of some praise and kisses.

“You’re being such a good boy for me, Gabe,” you murmured, curling your fingers around the ties at his hips and tugging, shifting that crotch rope and its knot. A startled groan came from the speaker, barely audible through the crackle of static. You smiled to yourself. “You’re so pretty like this.”

“Like–” His breathe hitched as his body jerked again, “–L-like what.”

You leaned in close, nuzzling the crook of his neck. Strands of hair tickled your face. He smelled of metal and something acrid, and something else fainter underneath – something soft and floral like fancy bodysoap. “Oh, you know. Tied up. Blushing. Needy.”

The flush that had spread across his neck and shoulders turned deeper. “I’m not… fucking needy,” he bit out.

“Oh? So you don’t want me to touch you?” You tugged at his hip ties again. He writhed, then sharply stopped as you slid your fingers around him and teased the front edge of his underwear. And the rope that passed there. “You don’t want me here?”

“No,” came the strained reply.

“No? Aw, that’s too bad.” You pulled your hand away, knowing full well that’s not what he meant and masking it with a pleasant smile. “You just look so pretty when you’re desperate like this. But if you don’t want me to–”

“Noplease!” Gabriel blurted. His eyes snapped open and he lurched forward against his restrains, and God he really did have the most gorgeous turquoise eyes you’d ever seen.

“Don’t! I – f-fuck.” He squirmed, writhed as if trying to escape his restrains, jostling the crotch rope and its knot even more, and there was no stopping the garbled flurry of gasps, moans, and curses that spilled out of the speaker. “Fucking C-C-Christ, please, don’t stop, I–” He bit off another moan. You’d by lying if you said this didn’t have you squirming a bit too, the heat in your gut flaring as Gabriel struggled against himself. “Please. I. I do want you. Fuck, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything before. I want to – I want you to–”

“You want me to what?” Almost there, he was almost there. “Use your words.”

He whined, low and soft, the noise coming from his own throat rather than the speaker. Fuck, he really was desperate. Your skin burned.

“I want to�� I want to c–” He struggled to get the word out, flush so intense he was practically radiating heat. But another shift, another movement of the crotch rope had him crumbling before your eyes. “Fuck, I want to c-cum. I want you to make me cum. I feel like I’m in hell. And I want it to stop but I want it to keep going. Please. I want to cum.” He stared at you, open mouthed, eyes wide and pleading, breath sawing in and out of his body.

You pressed a kiss to his teeth and slid your hand back around him. You gently pressed a finger against the crotch of his underwear – and the thoroughly damp fabric there.

“Of course you can cum. All you had to do was say please.”

“Please.” His voice came out a whisper.

You pressed a kiss to his neck. “Good boy.”

[acherontiarchivist]

Hello there ! I've been following your blog recently. I'm allways glad to find some slasher anthousiasts with good contents ! :D

I don't know if you still taking requests but if so, I wondered if you could, maybe, write some Gabriel x gn reader. What if you actually met him and Madison at Simion when you were kids and actually befriended them -and loved Gabriel since always- ? What would happened if you get to meet this boi again after the movie’s events ? Maybe Reader could have a kind of "telepathic" ability Simion wanted to experiment on, which may explain their presence to the hospital.

Have a nice day/night. Take care ! :)

Hi!!! Thank you so much for the ask :) I ruminated on this one for a really long time, and I think I finally got it down. This ask was a really great exercise, I got to explore some emotions and feelings a little bit and... I think I will do a part 2 in the future! I hope you don't mind, it's a little sappy. But I think Gabriel deserves some sweetness, as a treat. Enjoy, and don't be afraid to leave some feedback 💜

Gabriel x gn!reader under the cut

Can be read as romantic or strong platonic, use of childhood nickname "rabbit" to refer to the reader

A familiar voice had been itching at the back of their minds for weeks. At first it was faint, almost unnoticeable. Madison had brushed it off the first time she heard it clearly: she figured she must have needed more rest and was hearing things due to a lack of sleep. Adjusting their sleep schedule, however, did not make it stop. 

"Emily?"

"Can you see me?"

"Please see me."

"Emily, is that you?"

"Do you remember me?"

She would still hear it at the grocery store, on her commute to and sometimes from work, even at the coffee shop she frequented. Some days were quiet, others would have multiple instances of the voice seeping through the cracks in her concentration.

On another such day, she had been making her way down the frozen section and marking items off of their shopping list when it came again. Annoyed and assuming Gabriel started playing mind games with her again, she finally confronted him. Madison held her phone to her ear to signal him that she wanted to talk– something they did mostly when they were in public, to avoid stares. She tapped on the back of her head to wake up Gabriel, almost as if knocking on his bedroom door.

"Gabriel, would you knock that off? It's great that you've learned to mimic voices, but could you please not use them to get under my skin any more than you already do?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't learned or even tried to mimic voices. I like my own. Besides, you just woke me up."

"Well, there's no way I can be hearing something that you don't. So if it's not you, what else could it possibly be?"

"Actually," he started, voice clearer as he fully woke, "I have been hearing something too."

"Oh? Whe–when does it happen? Is it familiar? What does it say when you hear it?" Madison bites nervously at their fingernails as she finds an unpopulated corner to park her shopping cart as they talk.

"Geez, let me think about it for a minute," he paused. After a pensive hum, he spoke up, "I hear it the most at the Library, and that coffee place we go to. And I think I've heard it at the record store, too, once."

"Well? And?"

"It's… the voice itself is unfamiliar, but something about it really gets me– it might be the cadence, or the rhythm."

She sighed, frustrated. She thought the same, but it still got them nowhere, besides only slightly convincing her that he wasn't just pulling her chain.

"How much do you remember from Simion?"

"Not much… though, some of it has been coming back to me in the year since you've… uh."

"I see."

"Why?"

"Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but I think the voice belongs to someone we knew from Simion."

"I thought you killed them all."

A nearby shopper nervously glanced at Madison and quickly pushed their cart away.

He huffed, "I only killed the doctors that stole my body."

"And more than a few orderlies. Look, let's talk about this at home."

"Fine."

Madison fixed her sight on the self checkout to make a speedy getaway. She certainly forgot a few items on her list in her haste to leave, but their conversation left her feeling as if she were being watched. Her hands shook as she placed the now bagged groceries back into her cart.

Wake up, grab coffee, commute to work, run errands. Your daily routine. No matter where you move, it's always the same. Recently you've found yourself moving back to Seattle. At one point in your life you had promised yourself you would never return. It was too painful, there had been nothing here for you but the reminder of your stolen childhood and the loss of your greatest friend. Most of your time had been spent running away from it all, trying to get as far away as possible, to find something new. One day when you were near hopeless, a very peculiar news story broke. Instantly, your zest for life was sparked anew.

You felt kind of silly. Everywhere you went, you kept a hopeful eye out for that familiar visage. Sometimes you would find it in passing and reach out, call out in your special way, praying against all odds that they would hear, that they would stop what they were doing and turn to find your face in the crowd. It never happened. Sometimes you would see her nervously glance around the room. Sometimes you would see him put his book down and study his surroundings. Every time you would lose your courage and slink away. It was like pining over your high school crush all over again; always setting up chance encounters, but never falling through. Just slinking back behind the bookshelf, letting the heavy weight in your chest sink once more. It was easier than possibly facing humiliation. "Not anymore," you decide, "not this time." Next time you see them, you are going to reach out in person. It could be today, it could be tomorrow, it could be two weeks from now. But right now, you really need to pick up some eggs.

But oh– what's this? A beacon of light pushed its way through thick branches and shone on a head of familiar thick brown hair. You stopped in your tracks and stood dumbfounded and, admittedly, unprepared.

"You are shaking like a fucking leaf. Calm down before someone suspects us of theft and draws attention to us."

Though he might have been right, she rolled her eyes at him anyway. It certainly didn't help their case that she constantly looked over her shoulder all the way across the parking lot and almost dropped her keys while opening the trunk.

"Okay, we're almost out of here. I'll be able to think more clearly at home, where it's safe."

"Safe? You are being a lot more anxious than usual. I guess I should have been clearer earlier: I think this voice is an old friend of ours."

Madison paused, flabbergasted. The only memories she had of Simion were vague– it was mostly the strong negative emotions she associated with her time there that she could access just yet. It was unthinkable to her that they could have had a friend in Simion at all.

A sense of urgency to not look like an even bigger creep jolted you to approach before she closed the trunk and saw you staring. God, you wish you could remember her new name.

"Uhm, excuse me," you waved timidly in her direction, only taking another step forward when she noticed you. "You might not remember me, but we uh…" You paused, looking for the right words, "lived in the same facility as kids."

"Oh my god," hearing the familiar voice from a source other than inside her own head was a shock to Madison, and quite the relief. "I see you. I heard you. I didn't remember, but he did."

Before you could utter another word, your cell phone rang. It was an unknown caller. "Oh, sorry," your finger hovered over the decline button.

Her hand reached out and stopped you, "he wants to talk to you." She smiled.

Immediately, you brought your phone to your ear, "Hello?" Your voice wavered despite your best efforts, and your heart fluttered almost painfully. Finally, his rough voice graced your weary ear and confirmed your biggest hope. "Hello, rabbit."

"Gabriel," tears streamed down your face. You laughed at the nickname, one he gave you, and that you hadn't heard since they took him away. "I thought you were gone. I thought I'd never see you again."

At first, you could barely speak through the tears.

Madison hugged you, or Gabriel hugged you, or maybe it was both of them, either way you were grateful. She offered to let you sit in her car to cry it out, and you talked with them for a few minutes, which turned to half an hour, which turned to Madison inviting you home so she could put their groceries away and you could continue catching up. As the three of you talked for hours, the memories began to catch up to her. She could feel the good memories, the good emotional associations. She could also feel Gabriel's stronger, more affectionate emotions bubbling to the surface. Eventually she decided to take a step back and let Gabriel pilot their body. He was very excited to show you the ways he had learned to move and go about his day to day.

"In some ways, it feels more free," he confessed.

You were excited– you knew he would no longer be the way you remembered him, you were prepared for that– but all the same you mourned him for years, and seeing him before you yet again overwhelmed you. The utter loss of that day filled you again, and you embraced him alone this time. "I can't believe you're still here. I can't tell you how much I wished I could see you again, all those years."

He hugged you tighter and didn't let go– there's no way he'd let you find out he was crying, too.

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