Hiya everyone, I'm Niphredil, having a fresh start with this new acc.
I can't say I'm much of a writer, once had some fanfics posted but never did anything great, however, I'm hoping to get some writting done and learn in the process, so, if anyone wants to drop some requests, asks, advice, or just interact in any shape of form, please feel free to do so ♡ (though please do mind that english isn't my first language)
Anywaayyys...these are the fandoms and characters I'm into and that would like to write for/talk about:
Outlast:
-Eddie Gluskin
-Leland Coyle
-Dr.Easterman
-Night Hunter
-Pusher
DC:
-The Riddler (2022)
-Arkhamverse Riddler
-Arkhamverse Scarecrow
Singulars from multiple fandoms:
-The Ghoul (Fallout series)
-William Afton (FNAF movie)
-Mupitsl/Feral Predator (Prey 2022)
-Scar (AvP 2004)
-City Hunter (Predator 2)
-Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)
-Henry Creel/Mr.Whatsit (Stranger Things)
-David 8 (Prometheus. Alien Covenant)
-Kirsh (Alien Earth)
-Darth Maul (Star Wars)
-Savage Opress (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)
Now...rules and limitations...
So, tbh, all I ask for is that anything related to scat, vomit, incest, homophobia, transphobia, raceplay is mentioned, I won't write for it, and I don't wanna get requests with any of the mentioned, please.
However, I will write for other dark and nsfw things, as a matter of fact, I want to keep this as dirty and lewd as possible ♡
Now, to close things up. I really hope I can write things that everyone who stumbles across this little page, enjoys and really likes. I do ask that if you leave a request or anything, to please be as specific as you can, so I can have a better perspective of what would be best to write and post. I welcome all type of asks, comments and requests, and my DMs are open if you wanna talk, as long as they're about the characters and fandoms I previosuly listed.
Psych ward doctor wesker + patient with BPD so she gets veryyyy clingy and he takes advantage of her
— Dub-con
The fear of abandonment is a characteristic Wesker is the most intrigued by.
Wesker takes advantage of what he can. He adores the clinginess. He was quick to pick up on it. How when another nurse or physician stepped in and took his place for the evening examination, you’d grow restless and hyper emotional. Your emotional stability had been crumbled to the ground, and uncontrolled tears tracked your face. Tears came swiftly, and being consoled took longer.
All you wanted was the familiarity and predictability of Wesker.
The attachment came in stalking him. You’d be allowed access to the recreation room throughout the day. You’d be found sticking to yourself, perhaps a book in hand—that you weren’t really interested in, but Wesker said reading is a sign of intelligence—or observing the other patients surrounding you. Then, you’d catch sight of a white lab coat and black shades. Something inside of you twisted and throbbed for him, and you’d quickly slip from the room to admire him.
Sometimes, you’d get carried away and trail after him until he’d enter a restricted area. You’d sob quietly to yourself and walk back, upset at yourself for wanting more. You’d keep a distance, yet copy his measured steps. Your admiration for Dr. Wesker was apparent enough that other physicians would discuss it within earshot, amused by the need for his praise. It was bemusing to see a patient cling to the infamous, callous Dr. Wesker.
Wesker would notice how you wanted to satisfy him, to appeal to him. You’d mention your growing interest in reading—one that Wesker could clearly identify as pretend or forced. Would go out of your way to make examinations easier for him if you could, even if the differences were slight. You’d get teary-eyed when he wouldn’t provide you with much attention or notice your efforts, and wouldn’t be able to explain yourself as you crumbled in front of him.
You don’t notice that he’s taking advantage of your mental state.
One day, unfastening the ties to your hospital gown, and bending you over the examination bed. Saying, if you truly want to please him, you’ll comply and keep this a secret between you both. You stifled your cries and pained whimpers, let him molest you for the first time, too susceptible to abuse. Too easy. Wesker couldn’t help but brag to the neighbouring doctors who’d noticed your susceptibility and devotion.
You felt filthy afterwards. Used, yet the urge to comply with Dr. Wesker and leave him feeling gratified and pleased with you was more important. It made the emptiness go away, had you fulfilling a purpose. Your rapid mood swings became more frequent, your threats to harm yourself became more pronounced. All empty threats, typically spoken when another doctor replaced Wesker.
