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Taxidermy of Possession and Lust

synopsis: After surprising your boyfriend, Victor Gideon, with your new navel piercing, he gets jealous you succumbed to a needle other than his own.....and wants to give you nipple piercings himself.

includes: Victor Gideon/AFAB girlfriend reader, smut, possessive behavior/sex, needles and piercings, nipple play/torture, bodily fluids, medplay, piv sex, slight voyeurism at the end, heavy on the dubious consent, and a toxic Victor Gideon but we lowk knew and expected that

words: 5k

a/n: yes, this was written to procrastinate my multi-chapter wips (neither relating to Victor, but both Chris)

no, as much as it may seem, I don't actually have a needle fetish and am actually quite scared of them (but can imagine how this COULD be erotic)

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Your boyfriend was nothing if not a fashion fannatic. He's almost forced to customize his own clothing, as being a 7ft tall snake-man-hybrid puts quite a limit on his shopping choices. But nevertheless, each piece of his polished leather was adorned with stainless steel jewelry. Clasps to fit his vest, a custom snake belt buckle, and even engraved rings to match: Victor couldn’t be caught without his metal swag. 

So when you decided to get your navel pierced, you were dying to show him your new jewelry. One that you never told him you were getting done. 

Victor knew you had an interest in jewelry, but you wanted this to be a cheeky surprise for him. The kind that he wouldn’t discover until he unwrapped you before taking you to bed. 

That of which, lead you here, pushing Victor onto your shared bed. Where his hands clenched around your waist as you pressed one last kiss to his swollen yet cracked lips. 

“I have a surprise for you, my love. Why don’t you help me out so you can see?” You repositioned his hands on the hem of your shirt, encouraging him to take it off. 

His large fingers dipped beneath the fabric for a moment, dosing himself with your plush skin that he’s itching to expose. 

Knowing how greedy Victor’s gaze can be, you press a slow kiss under his jaw so he couldn't wander his eyes until the shirt was completely off. He lets out a soft hum at the gesture.

Sitting back so he can slip your shirt fully over your arms, you puff your chest to emphasize the lacy lingerie you had hidden from him. Victor lets out a gasp, softly chuckling to himself as he runs his hands down your body, riding your curves under the delicate fabric. 

“You can be quite the vixen sometimes, little one. You know that?” Victor tuts, too busy eyefucking you to look down and see the REAL surprise. He gives your chest a soft squeeze before lowering his touch to grab your waistband. On the way down, he bumps the fresh navel piercing yanking a wince out of you. 

Victor pauses for a moment, mentally evaluating you for a source of the pain. His eyes land of the piece of stainless steel perched inside your navel. “Oh…..I see…..” His expression remains unfazed. Disdained, almost.

“I know how much you like your jewelry, and dressing me up in it……so I thought I’d get this piercing I’ve always been wanting. Do you like it?” You fold your arms behind your back, fully baring yourself to your boyfriend.

He scrunched his mouth, as if we were swishing words around in his mouth to conjure a less than hurtful response. 

“I can’t help but feel jealous, little one. You subjected this precious body under someone else's needle…….instead of my own?” Victor stands, slowly circling you until you’re the one sat on the bed. “I don’t know what kind of expertise these…..professionals have. Where they got their tools from, how long they’ve been practicing….if they even know how to disinfect a simple wound......”

You just roll your eyes at him. It’s not unlike Victor to get jealous, but you just wish he wouldn’t do it at a time that you were trying to relax and have fun with him. 

But, he’s a perceptive man. He notices your defeated demeanor and shifts his angle. 

“Tell you what, little one…” he lifts your chin to meet your gaze, still standing over you. “…the body can handle up to three new piercings at once. Are there any other…particular placements you’ve been wanting?” His free hand brushes against your navel, slowly trailing up your sternum to softly tug at your nipple through your bra. Silently trying to coax you into a very specific answer.

Good thing you already wanted your nipples pierced. And him trying to play coy? Two could play at that game.

You smirked at him and leaned backwards out of his grasp to sprawl yourself against the bed. Putting on a bit of a show, you trail your own hands on the path his just took: circling your navel and running up your torso to fish your breasts out of your lacy bra. “I have been thinking about two piercings in particular…..ones that..... only you could see?” You trace your nipples with your thumb, physically outlining your answer. 

Victor returns a smirk, briefly flashing his golden teeth. “That’s my girl.”

He unclasps your lingerie bra, circling his hands to pinch your nipples under the fabric before removing it completely. “I can’t help but imagine these perfect tits with MY jewelry in them. Just when I suspected you couldn't get more beautiful.” Snaking one hand under your skull and the other around your waist, he lies you back against the plush bed.

Anticipation prickles your skin, but you can't form goosebumps due to Victor keeping the room way too hot to accommodate to his cold-bloodedness. You’ve had plenty of piercings before, but it’s different when you know that your piercer looks at your body through an anatomical, professional lens. Victor’s used to ravaging you, leaving your body in shambles and unable to hold its own weight. He’s borderline glued to your flesh, always sinking his fingers into your skin and sucking the plushness into his mouth the second you’re alone. Being under the needle is already so vulnerable, and you don’t even have clothes this time to hide under. Victor always has your best interests in mind, but despite him wielding a needle, you know he’d look at you with nothing but lust. 

You’re not going to question that he keeps a set of surgical tools in the bedside drawer. There are far stranger things about Victor (his appearance and stature for one). But you watch regardless as he squeezes his oversized hands into latex gloves. The squelching of the straining rubber reminds you of how oversized and abnormally strong he really is. 

The bed dips around you as he crawls to straddle your torso. You can’t help but be reminded of the other, more sensual times he’s taken you beneath him. You lean up on your forearms to see the tools he’s brought over, but he quickly ushers you back down.

“Ah, ah, ah, just lie back for me, sweetheart. I’ll be gentle with you, I promise.” He gives a soft smile, tilting his head to admire you.

Right. Like he’s ever been gentle about anything. Your cunt would beg to differ. 

Your chest heaves slightly, adrenaline pumping your heart in double time. The rubber of Victor’s glove barely graces up your side, the near absence of his touch making you shiver. 

“What’s wrong, you don’t seem cold, darling. Your nipples are far too full for you to be shivering.” He softly thumbs a circle over your left breast, almost methodical in the way he gropes the tissue. 

“I do, however, need them a little more taut so my needle has something to slide through.” Victor carefully sets the needle back onto the tray on the nightstand, not wanting to prick you during the prep. He leans down to rest his chin on your ribs just under your right breast, purposefully fanning hot air across your skin. Maybe he just wants to see you shiver again. 

“May I?” His split tongue darts over his lips as he nods towards your breast. You let out a sigh and nod, thankful that the needle wasn’t coming just yet. 

Victor swallows your nipple in an instant, enveloping the peak between his split tongue.  Pleasure rushes to your head as you arch deeper into his touch. 

“A-ah….Victor~”

You thread through his hair to grab his scalp, guiding his head to where you feel the most sensitive. He pulls his head back, slipping your nipple out past his lips just for him to suckle it back in again. Each pull perks the flesh while pooling warmth in your core. 

Just as he felt you rub your thighs together to ease your swelling need, Victor pulls back completely off your chest. 

“fuck, Vic, c’mooooon.” Your hand still hangs loosely from the back of his head.

“I don’t know what you mean, little one. I’m just trying to prep your body for the procedure. That’s all.” Victor gives you a knowing look, being purposely dense just to get you more riled up. 

“Yeah, a-huh. Sure. I bet you treat all your patients like this.” 

“No, not all of them…..” Victor leans over you, pressing his nose to yours. “….just my favorite ones.” His eyes flick to your mouth, grabbing the needle off the nightstand before sitting back up. 

He’s lucky he’s such a good boyfriend.

Victor quickly swabs your right nipple with an alcohol pad to clean off his saliva. You were already sensitive from his mouth, so the cool cotton dragging across your skin sent shivers down your spine. Just the alcohol alone twinges your skin, and you haven't even gotten the needle yet.

“You’re so....extraordinarily reactive, what am I going to do with you? I trust you’ll stay still, but we both know what will happen if you don’t.” As appealing as it sounds to be tied to the bed, now was NOT the time.

Victor pinched your nipple, smirking at your soft grunt before placing the clamp around it. Your blood instantly went cold as you watched him align the needle with it. Stomach churning in on itself, you were pouring every ounce of your focus into taking steady breaths in fear you’d pass out. Supposedly getting your nips done is one of the most painful piercings, and it’s the main reason you haven’t gotten yours done sooner. 

Victor paused for a moment, and you watched as his eyes trailed over your near-squirming, naked form. You felt his bulge start to grow against your stomach as he towered over you. 

“You look so beautiful with my tools on you, little one. Flesh quivering and desperate to be pierced, I’m not sure whether you wish to lean in or pull away from my needle.” 

Victor paused again, taking a deep breath to reel his own excitement back in. “I’m going to have you count for me, mmm? I won’t pierce you until you tell me to, how does that sound?” 

You hummed, your voice cracking as you nodded. You were quickly failing to appear calm to the large man. 

“Whenever you’re ready, my dear.” 

Both of Victor’s hands were steadied over your breast, busy with tools. But you needed something…..HIM to grab onto. You gently brushed the back of your fingers against his scarred face, settling once you trailed to the back of his neck. You took a few more steadying breaths, careful not to expand your chest so far that it would collide further with the needle. “Ok. Just-………on three.” 

Victor gave you a curt nod. 

“One….."

"Two……” 

Another deep breath.

“THREE”

Your flesh instantly screamed around the needle, feeling like trails of fire bloomed in its path. It sunk through you as quickly as it slipped in, yet the coldness of the metal constricted your skin so tightly it felt like the instrument was forever trapped inside. 

Your exhale came in small bursts, with your teeth grit to keep yourself from screaming. You couldn’t even swallow your own spit, your body forgetting how to function around the searing pain. Your eyes stayed squeezed shut, not even because you were horrified to look. Rather, in hopes you could blink the pain away. That by the time you opened them, it would all be over and Victor would be cuddling you while you wore your new bling. 

But nothing happened. 

The pain pulsed throughout your breast, and your body slowly regained awareness as it radiated through your chest. You tapped the back of Victor’s neck, hoping it would signal him to hurry up. 

Still, nothing happened. 

You started to feel lightheaded, fingertips tingling the foggier your brain felt. The pain had literally ripped the air from your chest, and kept you chained in an exhale. Your body decided it for you, worried an inhale would expand your chest into the source of pain. 

The only thing that grounded you again was the soft roll of Victor’s hips into yours. 

“Victor, what the fuck??” You cracked open your eyes, squinting at him in disbelief as he purposefully kept both hands off the tools that were sunk deep into your flesh. His jaw was slack, his wide eyes looked down at you in awe. While you were paralyzed by pain, he was paralyzed by admiration. 

“I do apologize, little one. I can’t help but admire how beautifully vulnerable you look with my needle inside you.” He emphasized each sentence with another roll of his hips, soaking his bulge with your slicked cunt. Since when did he remove your underwear?

“~fuck~ Victor, please….I don’t know if i can stand it much longer….” He just rolled his hips in response. A steady string of whines leaked from your clenched jaw. You both couldn’t tell if they were from his heavenly grinding or from the pain of the needle. 

Your cunt started tingling with pleasure, each slow drag of Victor’s hips upping your sensitivity. Your head spun from the stark difference between your pierced nipple and your slick cunt. Both were testaments to how much power Victor held over you; how instantly he could make you succumb to him. Your mind didn’t know where to focus or how to feel, settling on a strange blend between pleasure and pain. 

“I’m so sorry, little one, I really am. But I simply must feel you while I pierce the second one.”

Fear returned to wrack through your body. He wasn’t going to remove the first needle before doing the second??

He quickly zipped down his leather trousers, fishing out his swollen cock. 

“Victor, wait-“

He spread his sticky pre along your slit, borderline just toying with you now. Victor knows you wouldn’t move with the needle in you, and he fully planned to use it to your advantage. 

You could never resist an opportunity to fuck Victor, very rarely telling him 'no', but you needed that needle out NOW. Needle now, dick after.

“Aren’t you gonna take the first needle out? It hurts so bad, PLEASE. I can barely feel my nipple anymore, I think it’s going numb.” It wasn’t even supposed to be in this long to begin with…..who knows how badly your body would react to the prolonged pain.

“I will, darling…….~nngh~….I promise…..~nngh~……I just need….~nngh~…..you to count me down again…” He could barely pull his gaze from the needle piercing your flesh as he rutted his thick cock through your pussy lips. 

You took two deep breaths as he rested his wrist on your breast, mentally preparing for the jewelry switch. 

“One……"

"Two……"

"THREE, PLEASE, THREE”

Victor sank his cock into you, bottoming out instantly. His hand left your breast, the needle neglected and still in tact.

You started begging, borderline screaming at him as his thrusts repeatedly stole your breath. “VICTOR…….W-W-WHAT  THE  F-F-F-UCK??!??!!” Tears rolled down your cheeks that you didn’t even realize were welling in your eyes. 

“God, I’ve never felt you this tight, little one…I’m starting to think you like this…..”

“I thought you were going to take the needle out, not fuck m-“ Victor cuts you off with a rough thrust, consequently jiggling your breasts by sheer force. The pain quickly resurfaced as the needle jolted around under your nipple. Pain that quickly became tingly, stimulating your nipple from the inside. Still a, maybe conditionally delicious, sting that had you whimper nonetheless. 

“See? I knew you’d like it. It's because I understand you better than anyone could fathom, little one. I don’t want any piercer’s grubby hands over your precious body, understand?” Victor maintained shallow, soft thrusts to keep the needle rolling in your bouncing breasts. “Your body is mine to dissect. Mine to customize and tear apart at my will. I will give you whatever you want, dress you however you want, but it cannot be provided by anyone but me.”

His prodding at your gummy walls empties your brain completely. But soon enough, all you can equate the sensations to, pain or pleasure, is Victor. 

He gives a slight tap to the side of your face, attempting to ground your consciousness again. “Answer me, dear…..I need to hear you say it….”

“Yes, Victor……all…..yours.” 

“What is mine?” He slows his thrusts so you can focus well enough to speak.

“Me…..my skin….however I dress…..my body, my mind….all of it, just......please. I need more, Victor.” You don’t even know which sensation you’re begging for at this point. 

“So good for me, little one. Such an obedient listener. Now, one last time, count down for me."

What for? It didn’t matter. Whatever he wanted from you was already his anyways. 

“One…….."

"Two…….."

"thr-EE”

The second needle jabbed into your unoccupied nipple. Ten times more sensitive than the first time, you felt all the blood in your body flood to the sight of the injection. Whatever daze your head was swelled with quickly dissipated, all focus honing in on the searing tunnel underneath your left nipple. 

You just squeaked at the pain, and Victor moaned at it. 

“Uugh. Your cunt grabs onto me so tight when I pierce you. Do you know that, little one?” He thumbs soft circles under both of your stabbed nipples, acting like the needles aren’t even there. 

“You act like I can think about anything….nngh….anything under than how fucking bad this goddamn needle hurts….ughhh” you thrash your head back against the now tear-stained pillows. 

“I couldn’t ask for a better patient, or even a better lover…” he continues his shallow thrusts, this time using his thumbs to intentionally nudge the needles to wring more whimpers from you. 

There’s something exhilarating about being under Victor Gideon. A near 7ft tall monster of a man, if he even is man anymore, who could easily dismember you if he wanted. Someone with extreme medical expertise that would know exactly how to hurt you, and exactly which places would hurt the most. Knowing that there’s even a possibility that he could care for you. But on the alternate, he has the medical knowledge to cure people and heal them. He’s never been physically abusive to you, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t capable of it. That doesn't mean whenever he raises a hand too high, that you won’t flinch in fear he could knock your lights out. So to be pinned beneath him, willingly submitting everything to him, fills you with overwhelming excitement of which option he’ll choose. Especially under his needles, pinned down like a taxidermied butterfly, it’s exhilarating to know that you won’t get the chance to leave until HE says so. Putting your head in the lion’s mouth just for the thrill of what happens. Even if you know the lion will coddle you and pamper you afterwards. Nonetheless, doesn’t mean that lion still won’t have the innate instinct to bite. 

Victor borderline purrs at you as he finally grabs the jewelry off the nightstand. You’re too caught in overwhelming, whatever you're feeling, to catch him snapping a photo of you trapped under his needles. “You’re doing so well for me, little one, I just have to switch the jewelry out then the procedure is complete. 

The dual stinging amps as the metal slides under your flesh, the rims of the barbells catching your skin as they enter the fresh wounds. Only an aching, throbbing pain remains as Victor screws the ends onto the jewelry, his nails gently scratching the flesh beneath it as he does. Each nipple receives a soft peck from the doctor, inflicting once last ounce of pain before he fucks the pleasure back into you. 

For the first time in, however long this process has been, you fully open your eyes and feel mobile enough to raise your arms and wipe away the tears. But subconsciously knowing you can move your chest freely, you break back out into heavy sobs. Almost as if the rollercoaster of emotions finally plateaued, releasing the floodgates. 

Victor, the deviant that he is, just grins down at you and punctuates each of your sobs with a strong thrust. Sculpting your breath into hiccups as soon as you can manage another inhale. You don’t even have the energy to reach out and touch him as he relentlessly fucks you. You just splay your arms across the pillows above you, like a dog rolling onto its tummy to submit to a trustworthy predator. 

Victor stares down at you, eyes riddled with lust as he gathers the needles into one hand. The other digs into your hip to direct his groin into yours. You watch helplessly as he rolls out his split tongue, dragging the instruments across it to savor your blood stained on them. He lets out a deep groan. 

“That is one thing I love about my medical tools, precious. It’s comforting knowing that we’ve both been inside the marvelous wonder that is your body.” He lulls out his tongue again, dragging the needles between each muscle to get another taste. You swear his length twitches against your walls as soon as the metal graces his tastebuds. Victor, getting a little too reckless with fucking you, knicks his tongue with the needles. He doesn't even flinch, the taste of your blood mixing with his own only turns him on more. Victor pounds harder into you, pummeling against your spongey sweet spot. It wells heat in your core, and radiates the remaining pain in your bouncing chest. 

“I feel a bit envious, that even an inanimate object such as these needles have the fortune of penetrating you, my dear. But at least I get to be the one holding them.”

Victor tossed the instruments back onto the nightstand, leaning completely over you to drive into your impending orgasm. 

“Victor…..please….you’ve been teasing me for…..~AH~ so long…..s'close...please….”

He draws a hand over your cheekbone, so delicate that you almost can’t believe they are the ones that stabbed your nipples earlier. “shhhh, sh, sh, sh. I know, darling, I’ve got you. You’ve been so patient, I’ll reward you.” Victor feverishly devours your neck, suckling the sweat and tear stains off your skin. Running your hands along his back, you grasp desperately onto his leather vest. His lower belly grinds across your clit with each thrust, sending hot pleasure crackling up your spine. This time, you do clench onto his length intentionally. 

“That's it, little one, let me have you.” 

And just like that, your whole body constricts around the man, pleasure ricocheting throughout your muscles and making your head spin deliciously. Victor followed shortly after, pumping heavy ropes of cum into you with deep grunts. Each spurt sent another wave of tingles throughout your cunt. 

You’re just happy to be filled with him, whether it’s with his needles or his hot cum. Your body will bend to it, feeling whole either way. 

Victor keeps a very strict healing regime for you. He helps you flush all three piercings with saline every morning and night. He can’t help but make comments that if the navel heals weird, it’s because you 'so foolishly' chose someone other than him to perform the piercing. 

The strangest of all, however, is that he won’t let you wear a shirt. 

“We can’t risk anything, even clothing, snagging against your fresh wounds. If I can’t so much as brush over them without you recoiling in pain, no fabric should come anywhere close to your piercings.” 

But you swear he was just doing it to fuck with you. Especially when he knows that having your tits out turns you on. That he does it so that every day when he comes home after work, you’re always topless and wet enough that he can slide right into your awaiting cunt. 

To be frank, with how painful getting them done was, you’d rather not risk them healing wrong either. Personally, you’d opt for some baggy shirts….but you also know you’d get your ass handed to you if Victor found you disobeying his post-op instructions. 

That doesn’t mean you were thrilled with the situation, especially when Victor practically begged to bring you to work to keep him company. It started with sharing lunch in his office, and maybe sorting through a few of his documents while he was attending appointments. But quickly, it became a time for Victor to drag you around like a trophy wife for all his staff to see. Topless form and all. Given that the ends of your barbell jewelry were made to resemble snake eyes, ones to match his ring, it was like he was demonstrating to the whole hospital that you were HIS. 

You had only met the nurses on a few occasions, maybe knowing two or three by name. But they all felt like an uncharted sea once you walked, topless and exposed, hand in hand with their superior. No matter how hard you tried to inconspicuously cross your arms over your chest, giving yourself even the slightest bit of decency, Victor would always coax you back out of your shell. 

"There's nothing to be afraid of, little one, I assure you. Out of all the horrors my staff has seen, from zombies to rotting flesh, you think some cute tits will be what deters them? Be the good patient....the good girl I know you can be."

Seeing Victor grin to himself as he guided you, his prized possession, through the halls did give you an odd sense of pride. All of the patients and nurses to make their way through Rhodes, endless options falling under his power, and he still chose you? 

And Victor did nothing but inflate your ego whenever a conversation did strike with his colleagues. The way he’d rave about your ‘procedure’ to them, tracing your exposed wounds as your nipples pebbled in the cold, sterile air. How he’d compliment how well your flesh took to his needles, claiming you’re healing ‘quicker than expected’. Because of course, he wouldn’t choose 'anyone but the best, most promising candidates' for his procedures. 

Even the soft way he’d ask you to ‘show them for me, darling’, prompting you to clasp your hands behind your back when you met a different nurse…….it all felt strangely intimate. That you were special to be praised by such renowned medical professional. Even if you knew deep down that he just loved showing off your body; showing off what HE owns to others, it was still flattering nonetheless. 

And whenever you passed an empty closet or waiting room in Rhodes, Victor would always reward your compliance by suckling your new piercings. From the outside, you wouldn’t believe the soft man begging to kiss your nips was the same that sadistically sunk needles into them while fucking you. 

“You’ve been so good to me, sweetheart, can I return the favor?” His hands on your waist twitched, giving away his quickly welling need. Victor couldn’t help it, after staring at you topless for an entire shift. 

“Victor, baby, you know how sore they’ve been today. And you must’ve yanked on em a hundred times with all the nurses we’ve talked to.”

He bent down, sitting on a nearby container to get eye-level with you. “Of course, little one, but I fear you don’t realize how…..irresistible your tits look. Especially when fitted with that shiny jewelry. They’re practically calling my attention glimmering under this light. And you know we must always listen to what our body is telling us.....” Victor’s goggles were already torn off so he could give you his biggest puppy dog eyes. 

He very well could’ve just taken you however he wanted, but deep down he knew he shouldn’t play with them and just let them take the time to heal. But if Victor baited you into asking for it yourself? Well then he could never say no to you. 

“Vic, honey, I thought you said they had to heal?” You already knew this song and dance, but any opportunity to get a little power over him you’d steal in an instant. You softly cupped both of your breasts, kneading the flesh in front of his face. 

“See? This one even looks a little swollen today. It's got a little bit of pus, too.” You pressed closer to him, rubbing gentle circles around your left nipple. You felt like a god watching such a monstrous man sit and drool in front of you, waiting for the order to pounce. 

Victor suddenly snapped out of it, and he met your gaze under hooded eyes. His thumbs replaced yours as he pretended to maneuver your breasts to examine your wounds. “Hmmm, this one does has some fluid today. I’d be a poor doctor if I didn’t give a proper inspection.” 

His warm breath fans over your nipples as he speaks, intentionally sending a chill up your spine. "See? They even appear to have an increased sensitivity today." He knows damn well you're reacting to his touch and not the jewelry. 

Victor held eye contact with you as he licked the pus from your wound, consequently easing the dull pain that your breasts have been banking throughout the day. 

Your soft moans rung from outside the closet as Victor nibbled on your flesh with extreme care and precision. The Rhodes staff were, unfortunately, accustomed to hearing your shenanigans at this point. 

When face to face, you could tell they were tired of it. Most of them just nodding mindlessly at Victor, hoping he'd get the hint and wrap it up. For you? The pleasured thrill of it all just kept you indulging. 

But behind your back, the staff had bets on whether or not Victor could keep his mouth off of you long enough for the piercings to actually heal. 

[prxc3ss]

Ouhhh this is goodddd

[nostalgiaclown]

lowkey highkey rhodes hill is a beautiful building

[prxc3ss]

Mentally Unsound

Chapter 5: Attention whore

Warnings: eventual sex, dubcon, noncon, anxiety, enemies to lovers(type shit), gore, maybe ooc, size difference, size kink, power indifference, mentally ill reader, dacryphilia, agoraphobic reader, bdsm elements, reader is fem coded, age gap, reader is a complicated person, negative talk and thoughts about mental illness and mental health clinics

A/N: Sorry no update, I have some other things I’m working on and my cat suddenly passed so this chapter was cut down.

W/C: 1,213

Gideon’s office was full of elaborate details like the rest of the facility.

The walls were lined with wet specimens, his desk full of papers, which you assumed were other patients files.

You were seated in a large leather chair. The leather felt cold to the touch, you practically sunk into it.

“We won’t be here long, I want to examine you as soon as possible.”

He was standing at the edge of the desk, delving through the mess of papers.

Staring at him felt impolite, but you couldn’t help yourself. You’d never seen anything like him. Everything looked comically small in his hands, except his office looked like it was made for him.

It seemed he had found what he was looking for. He walked towards the door, “Would you follow me?”

Stumbling out of the chair you moved closer towards him.

Standing next to him made you feel so small, literally and figuratively.

He moved through the clinic with authority, doctors and nurses passing him would only offer him a nod, out of respect or out of fear, you couldn’t tell.

Finally, you stopped at what you presumed was the examination room.

He opened the door for you, you slipped past him, brushing against him slightly.

The room appeared like a normal exam room, x-rays, medical equipment and a large metal table.

“You can have a seat on the table.”

Hoisting yourself up, the table felt freezing underneath your hospital gown.

Gideon shifted closer to you, “Could you raise your arms please?”

You slowly raised your arms, watching him get gently moving his arms to press at your sides.

“Any discomfort?”

Not the medical kind, his hands felt cooler than the table. The material of the gown was already thin, you could feel goose bumps forming on your skin.

“Um no, none.”

He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a stethoscope.

“Your nurse informed me that you haven’t been feeling well.”

The cold metal pressed against your chest, “A little bit, I can’t sleep.”

You could hear him let out a breath, “It’s normal to be homesick, although agoraphobia makes it quite debilitating.”

“How do you know for sure I have agoraphobia?”, watching him move around the room.

“Your symptoms are very easy to diagnose, even though we don’t know each other very well.”

He smiled at you, “It’s not as complex as you may think.”

You wanted to squirm on the table as he continued to stare at you.

His hand grabbed a small needle or at least it looked small in his hands.

“What’s in that?”, the words came out as a mumble.

“It’s just a sedative, you’ll feel better afterwards.” He stalked closer to you.

“W-wait, I d-don’t want it.”

You backed away, the frigid metal brushing against your legs.

The needle was close to your skin, without thinking you kicked at his arm.

The action shocked Dr. Gideon, for a brief moment he paused.

Suddenly, his other arm grabbed your ankles. your body fell back against the table.

“Hold still won’t you?” His hand was huge, consuming the flesh of your ankle.

Squirming against him wasn’t working. It felt like fight or flight and your body was choosing fight.

He was trying to find a vein of some sort, he’d done this a million times, but you were making it so much more difficult.

Attempting to shove him away wasn’t doing much either so as a last resort you scratched at his face.

Big mistake.

The needle flew out of his hand, the glass breaking against the floor. He let go of your ankles.

Your body was screaming at you to move, run, anything. Finally you pulled yourself off the table trying to run.

The escape was cut short when you felt the familiar hand yank you back. You slammed against his body, an unmovable object.

What scared you the most was how eerily silent he was.

You felt his hand on your shoulder as you stood there, your back against his front.

“You have certainly made a scene, I do hope you don’t continue to.”

By now you were fed up with the clinic, fed up with the doctors, & most of all fed up with Gideon, no matter how big or scary he was.

“Get your hands off of me.” Your voice didn’t come across as commanding as you wanted it to be.

“Sit back down on the table.” His voice was still calm, but you could feel he was getting frustrated.

“I don’t need your drugs, I’m fucking fine.”

His hand moved from your shoulder to your neck, a lingering threat of violence.

“You say that, yet you’re still here, aren’t you?” His fingers brushed against your neck.

Your stomach felt weird and it wasn’t from anxiety, you would deal with that later.

“Why don’t we just talk?” His hand became looser around your neck until he finally let go.

You moved back, facing him now. His face had a small scratch, the blood looked so deeply red it wasn’t almost black.

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

He let out a ‘tsk’, you both maintained eye contact for an instant.

“Our deal was for us to converse, then you get to go home.” Dr. Gideon reached into a medicine cabinet for what you assumed was something for the mess.

“Unless you’ve grown fond of the routine?” The smugness and smirk practically oozed from his words.

“I haven’t, you and your staff are just unreasonably.” His back was turned towards you, he blended into the room with his dove white coat.

“How so”, he responded, reaching for the item he desired.

“I’m practically ignored until you or your nurses want to play doctor, you constantly want to drug me and your staff acts like I’m an unreasonable child.” You got lost in ranting you didn’t realize he was staring at you once more.

“I would rather you be unmediated, if that’s what you truly want.”

“I don’t know what I want.”

“Attention it seems.”

Gideon moved closer to you, “My apologies I bruised your arm,” he handed you a roll of gauze.

Your arm, you hadn’t even noticed.

“Um yeah I guess so, I um sorry about scratching you.”

You could see the gold in his mouth as he smiled, “I’m happy we spoke today, is there anything else you need from me?”

“I-uh no.”

”Do you want me to wrap your arm?”

The only thing you could manage was a nod.

Once back in your room, you had two things to think about. Gideon’s touch and his comment.

The second bothered you more.

Attention sounded like you were lonely or worse you wanted Gideon’s attention.

Yuck, you really didn’t want to think of the subtext of that.

Your bed looked extra appealing to you after your long day.

The excitement from the day must have worn away on you as you felt exhausted, but wasn’t that every night?

You curled up in bed, your arm felt sore, the gauze was wrapped taunt against your skin, Gideon seemed to have wrapped it in such a way that it would impossible for you to take off.

That meant you would have to see him sooner or later.

You were already dreading every moment.

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Resident Evil, but instead of residents who are evil they want to crack me.

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Mutated Victor Gideon x reader

A/N: I had this dream about if Victor survived RE9 and if the clinic didn’t blow up. Also sorry I went MIA I struggle with depression and anxiety so writing can be difficult sometimes

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, unwanted touching,med play, delusional Victor, heavy gore & body horror.

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After Grace and Leon escaped and the death of Zeno Victor slipped back to Rhodes Hill Clinic.

His staff was long gone and his body was destroyed. Elpis was a failure and Victor had no where to go, connections were certainly done with him. So he made his way back to the clinic.

A monster of a man who was overcome with the nemesis parasite.

You were curious and enjoyed exploring older abandoned buildings, and Rhodes Hill was no different. There were many rumors about the doctors and sadist directer who was killed for his crimes against humanity.

Of course you wanted to explore the old facility and see what was inside. One night deciding to finally go, hoping to find something interesting and exciting inside.

Hopefully the cover of night would ward off any law enforcement that may be guarding the property.

The inside was dark and damp, it had a terrible smell. You could feel the smell sticking to your skin and clothes.

You didn’t bring much with you, a small backpack, a flashlight, your phone and a pocket knife, just in case.

The clinic must have been beautiful at one point, everything was so detailed and extravagant, even with the sign of decay.

Making your way through the corridors you felt as if someone was watching you or maybe even something, you just hoped it wasn’t some crazy squatter.

Starting to feel uneasy, you decided to check out one final room before making

your way back to the broken window you crawled in to.

The room was full of different medical equipment, you were shocked the place hadn’t been gutted by now.

Jars of wet specimens lines some of the walls, you picked one up and read the label

‘Mouse embryo, day 7 development’, how weird, but it made sense for a medical facility to have items like this.

You set it back down on the shelf, as soon as you took your hands off the jar you heard a loud noise coming from close by.

Suddenly, you turned off your flashlight, stumbling to find the button with your shaky hand, your heart was in your throat.

The air became quiet for a moment, hoping it wasn’t maybe just an animal of some sort. Until you heard what could only be described as loud footsteps which seemed to be coming closer.

The door suddenly swung open, a large, unidentifiable mass grabbed at your body, pulling you out of the room. You hit your head your eyes fluttering shut as you were dragged out.

“There you are little one.” His voice sounded gravely almost inhuman.

You didn’t get a good look at the perpetrator , your head was throbbing, the pain was almost unbearable.

“Oh you poor thing that was quite a fall hm?”

Blurring in and out of consciousness, you could see the mass that consumed his body.

“There’s no need to worry, I’ll take care of you.”

That was the last thing you heard before finally passing out.

When you finally came to the first thing you noticed was the blinding light beaming down on you.

The second thing was the fact you couldn’t move.

“Ah my patient is finally awake,” you couldn’t turn your head but you could hear him getting closer.

You felt freezing, realizing you were completely nude.

“Your little head seems be in working order, however you’re such an interesting specimen, I couldn’t help myself.”

His hand traced over your body as the tentacle mass shifted around your body.

“You’ll be able to feel most of this, but you won’t be able to move or really do much of anything.”

You could feel yourself panicking, you wanted to scream but nothing came out.

He reached over pulling what seemed to be scalpel off the table.

Tears started to swell in your eyes, what was he going to do to you?

“shh, no need for that, this is simply what’s necessary my research.”

He brought the tool down to your chest gently making a long cut. The pain was unbearable but all you could do was lay there.

“See? Your body can handle it, this won’t take long.”

The mass was tracing where the blood was starting to seep from the cut.

“Although, you’re making quite a mess, such a bad girl.”

He put down the scalpel and grabbed a small vial.

“Sadly your blood must be collected this way, I don’t have much of my equipment anymore.”

The vial was pressed against your skin, the cool glass felt nice against the hot cut.

“It’s much more interesting to have you watch, isn’t it?”

Finally he pulled the tube away when it was full of your stolen blood.

“All done, wasn’t that easy? You did so well.”

He grabbed a syringe full of a mysterious substance.

“Since you did so well I think you deserve an award.”

The needle was punctured against your skin, the liquid slowly going into your bloodstream.

Your body felt heavy and tired, you couldn’t help but close your eyes.

Hours must have gone by, you woke up in what seemed to be a deteriorated hospital room. When you went to get up you felt a pain in your body, remembering what had happened.

The next thing you noticed was the sensation of cold metal on your leg. Oh god you were chained to the bed.

“Seems my patient is awake.”

From the darkness you could make out the silhouette of the monster that had kidnapped you.

“We never got to formalities, I am Dr. Gideon, welcome to your new home.”

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A patient being scared to do experiments and thrashing/scurrying away crying…UNTIL one of the nurses tell Dr.Gideon and he comforts her PLEASEEE

Coax You to Stay

synopsis: After moving out of your sheltered home and starting a new job in Raccoon City, an accidental fall lands you under questionable care at Rhodes Hill Hospital. After many attempts to escape, the nurses are forced to bring Victor Gideon in to calm you down, convincing you to endure their questionable care.

includes: Victor Gideon/gender neutral patient! reader, emotional hurt/comfort, childhood trauma, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome kinda, praise kink, pet names, non-con drug use, medical treatments/experiments turned consensual, blood and injury, head injury, dry humping, possessive sex/behavior, eventual smut, and not beta read lol apologies in advance cause it's long

words: 8k

a/n: THANK YOU ANON FOR THE PROMPT IT HAD MY GEARS TURNINGGGGGGG. I def added way too much context/backstory for this so oops but hopefully it scratches that itch regardless!! :) I'm now realizing how far I was on the downcurve of my demisexuality while writing this, so hopefully the small bit of smut is still yummy. Def going for more caring than sinful and hot buttttttt you get the gist!

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Bright light pried at your tired eyelids, squeezing your pupils to adapt. The heat from it dances across your skin, restlessness simmering in the veins beneath. You don’t even have time to catch your breath before remembering where you are...…..did you finally make it out?

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-a week ago-

Starting a new job in Raccoon City never was the safest life decision of yours. Not that you had a particularly dangerous position, as you settled for an office receptionist position. It just so happened to fall dead center of the city that held the highest crime rates across the country. But you stayed mindful as any adult would, opting to run errands while there’s still light out, always carrying some mace on you, and never restricting your hearing with headphones in public. The kind of stuff you’d have to do in any city, right?

It wasn't 100% intentional to pick this one……one that’s 700 miles away from your childhood home. You just needed to get out of there. Anywhere would be better than there, at this point. Tired of being lugged around like a burden to your parents, you were only ever supported so they could feel like they accomplished something. Too ofteb you felt like a box to be checked, nothing more. Everyone grows up to start a family of their own. Just because it was a right of passage didn't force anyone to actually treat their kids well. Growing up in that house felt like a cage. Curfews purposefully were set far too early, forcing you to stay locked up immediately after the school day ended. You were never allowed to have friends over, so there went your social life. Puposefully chained to a place that never wanted you there to begin with. It’s a miracle you had a job back then. But how else would you build the funds to find a way out?

You went never-ending years where your words fell on deaf ears. Years of being on mute in your own house hurt, but being kept from experiencing your own world hurt more. How were you legally allowed to drive and vote, but couldn’t tell your own parents “no”?? You’re certain you would’ve died suffocating in that house if you didn’t move out.

So when one of the hundreds of job applications gave you an offer, you were moved out before even signing the contract.

It didn’t matter where you went, because anywhere that wasn’t home was freedom.

It was intoxicating, exploring so many new places at once. You could feel the desert of blank space in your mind illustrated over with each new destination you mapped out. You’ve been shopping before, sure, but even something as small as deciding WHEN you went shopping and for how long? It was weightless. And, it was only the tip of what’s to discover.

So every night coming home from work, you’d take a new route to get back to your apartment. Routine trapped you your whole life, so why not add a little daily whimsy? Besides, it gave you an excuse to mentally bookmark the unseen niches of Raccoon City.

Always, still, being mindful not to wonder too far, and always driving......most of the way home. You’re often lucky enough to clock out before darkness can shelter the crime.

That doesn’t mean you wouldn’t get a little bold every so often, parking a few streets down so you could saunter along new sidewalks you haven’t quite breeched yet. Sidewalks are meant to lead you through public eye, so it was still safer than most places....right?

Soon the exceptions moved from sidewalks to walks in the park, and eventually cutting behind buildings. There’s a lot that goes on back there that most people don’t realize. It’s like walking through sets on a theater stage, passing the cardboard fronts to see everyone couped up behind and itching for their shot in the spotlight. Stray cats were always a fun pit stop, and sometimes you were lucky to catch people on their smoke breaks at nearby businesses. Never joining in, but walking ever so close that you could hear the latest work gossip. Nevertheless, every alleyway was surprisingly bustling despite the dangerous reputation of the town.

By the end of each night, you figured your nerves get the best of you, and that’s why the explorations didn't last long. Maybe you fell into the classic trap of parents insisting that home will always be safer than the world outside, training their children to fear anything that isn’t family. Living 700 miles away from them, and they still had their talons in you? Absolutely not, you had to break that habit immediately. Even if you couldn’t see it happening, the thought of being so powerless makes you go red hot. Skin boiling, your mind claws everything in its path just to be back on top.

One particular night, you couldn’t shake that fear from sucking you back in. Taking a new alleyway to your apartment, something started to feel off about the unfamiliar route. Stomach butterflies aren't out of the ordinary when making a new exploration, but this batch you couldn’t subdue. So of course your mind traced back to WHY you felt so nervous. Replaying lectures in your head, you flitting through every memory where you insisted you were strong enough to experience the open world. Suddenly you're plagued by every time you knew you were missing out on big life skills, all because your so-called protectors felt selfish and childish.

The thoughts swimming rampantly throughout your head, it drew your gaze inwards as you walked. The narrow walls of each brick building aided to your claustrophobic anger, a physical reminder of how exactly it is to feel trapped. Frustrated tears begin to cloud your eyes and coat your face, your self awareness now long forgotten. All you could think about was your home life.

You thought you had finally gotten out, so why did you still cave in on yourself? Were they right that you weren’t ready for the real world yet? Had the big city life finally gotten to you, or had your emotions trapped you in the cage you thought you escaped?

Your shoe caught an exposed pipe on the ground, your body thwacking onto the cold pavement.

“~Nngh~   Fuck….” Jesus, you really are helpless, not even able to walk straight without fucking it up. Head pounding and ears ringing, all you can worry about is finding a quick way back to your apartment where you can sulk out of public sight. You scramble to get your hands under you, pebbles digging into your flesh as you struggle to lift your chest off the ground.

Turning your head as you sit up, you felt the blood drop from your head, vision instantly spinning out of control.

“No, nonononono, SHIT.”

Your hands tremble and skid out from under you, too unable to tell left from right to grab onto anything for support. Tingles spreading up your limbs, you felt nothing but weight and shame. The panic really set in as you were forced to stare helplessly at the lamppost above you, black spots seeping into your vision like ink.

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The bright light that ripped you out of your sleep starts to kickstart your brain. Most mornings send panic through you, always perking your ears to search for your parent's footsteps. Always wishing to wake up home alone so you could finally breathe. The light that would trickle through your blinds reminded you of the bright opportunities waiting for you outside the confines of that house. Maybe that's why early morning dreams always pictured you living alone, finally making it out. You've been forgetting that recently, you really have been.

But this isn't your apartment. Hell, you'd never sleep with the lights on bright enough to wake you up like this. Forcing your brain to work overtime, you last remember falling in the dark alleyway.

Shifting to sit up, your arms are jolted back against the ground with a metal clink. Your eyes flick around frantically, but they’re no use as they continue struggling to adjust to the sudden brightness.

Electronic beeping suddenly blares through you, and dozens of hands are on you in an instant.

That’s when you notice the loose, white surgical gown that engulfs your frame.

You’re at the hospital. Someone must’ve found you and called an ambulance.

But did they really need to strap you down just because of a fall?

“W-w-what happened…..w-w-where am I?” You stammer at the faceless silhouettes that hover over you. Their latex gloves make your skin crawl as they prod at every tender muscle in your body.

The panic from your fall earlier sinks deep inside your chest, that desperate need for control becoming unbearable.

“The fuck are you feeling me for? Are you gonna tell me what happened?”

None of the, from what you assume are, nurses speak. Some even circling you to pump a mysterious liquid into your IV port, almost as if you aren’t even there.

Was this some hallucination from your fall? You did hit your head pretty hard.

You fling a knee off the table, quickly escaping their grasp in hopes they’d notice you.

They just pin you down harder.

Something still didn’t feel right. Why did they need so many nurses on you, and why did nobody pay you attention until you woke up? Shouldn’t they have given you the new IV while you were asleep?

“Hey, let GO of me!” Each kick out of their hold has you scurrying up the bed, only to be pulled back down under a new hand’s hold. The nurses have to be murmuring to themselves above you, but all you can hear is the blood rushing through your ears.

A sharp pinch hits your left side, numbness fizzling out from the sight. Still scrambling, you look to your side to see a large, black syringe pulled from your skin.

Fuck.

Sweat beads across your skin, and the left side of your body grows too heavy to hold.

“I-I-I can’t move my arm….my leg…..what did you give me??” You continue thrashing your right leg while it’s still mobile, purposefully kicking everyone else off you.

Being physically restrained is one horror, but now you can't even have control over your own body?

They all had to be holding syringes that you couldn’t see beyond the light. And if they did, how would you even know what’s in them? What could have possibly happened to you while you were out that you needed a shot like that?

“Please….please answer me…..my right side…it’s- I can’t move……….please.....please don’t hurt me…”

You hear pens scribble across clipboards, but still get no vocal response.

You were used to being ignored, but this was a little more pressing than a petty fight from your parents. These freaks won't even let you have control over your own BODY. You had to get out of….wherever this was. Someone had to be within earshot that could help. You start screaming at the top of your lungs, voice rasping as you choked back tears. Desperate pleas were drowned out the beeping monitors, and still, the nurses were nothing but silent shadows looming over you.

You swear you heard one start to talk you down, maybe ask a question, but they’ve long since lost your trust. The arm restraints clanged above your head as you rolled side to side, hoping that you’d flip the table.

A latex hand shot into view, sticking your IV port with another mysterious liquid…..and you were out again.

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That’s how most of your days went by now. Waking up at random intervals, injected with a mysterious liquid, begging for answers, and ultimately faced with nothing but the threat of death. You hoped the outside world would be different than your childhood home, that maybe your words and actions would mean something now more than ever. But every time that they turned their noses up and ignored you, you choked back one less question.

It didn’t mean you stopped trying, though.

Some days, you’d wake up before anyone was in your room. If being raised sheltered taught you anything, it was how to be sneaky. Currently, you were chained in ankle cuffs rather than to a bed, as your door had a hydraulic lock that bolted you in. So naturally, you bunched the chains in your hands behind you, muffling the noise that would usually alert the nurses of your wake. Always walking on the tips of your toes to get around, you made note of every nook and cranny in the room. It was all solid concrete, but maybe hope turned you a bit delusional, wishing that someday there'd be a crack you could chip at to escape.

Incoming footsteps quickly approached your room, interrupting your investigation. There weren’t any windows to see outside into the hallway, so you’ve retrained your ear to listen for incoming people. It almost felt like you were right back at home again.

You tiptoed back to your bed, lying down to feign sleep as they walked in.

It was another nurse, but you still couldn't decipher any physical features behind the surgical mask and scrubs.

Although pretending to still be asleep, you always 'woke up' as they entered. The last thing you wanted to do was let them think their actions went unchecked.

Her breath noticeably hitched as she saw you staring at her, probably not used to operating on conscious patients. Her eyes instantly avoided yours, shuffling through some paperwork in her hands. She didn’t make it far past the door, quickly patting her pockets to grab something she clearly forgot to bring in. The nurse was a relatively slender woman, one that may not be strong enough to hold you down herself.

You watched her slide back out of the doorway, keeping it propped as she sifted through a filing cabinet outside the door.

Propped? They never leave the door open without someone inside. You didn’t even have to weigh the options before you quietly crept to the doorframe, chains in hand, and bolted for the hallways.

You didn’t know where to go, but anywhere had to be better than locked up in there. Your bare feet slapped the tile floor, and you winced with every echo in hopes it wouldn’t alert the staff.

The hallways were just as dreary as your room, the tall ceilings and walls that were yellowed with age. There’s no way this place is sanitary enough to treat patients.

It didn’t matter. You kept running.

Endless doors were shoved open as you slammed your bodyweight into them, revealing endless doors that seemed farther from the outside.

“shit shit shit shit. There’s gotta be an exit around here somewhere.” You mutter to yourself, frantically looking for red emergency exit signs. Even that was giving too much faith in the safety of the facility.

You ran past an open door, making eye contact with a nurse treating an unconscious patient.

Fuck.

“HEY. WHAT DO YOU THINK YOURE DOING OUT?”

No no no no no…..

The nurse slams a button, triggering alarms to ring through the halls.

You felt tears well in your eyes as you desperately hoped you would make it out this time.

The sprinting footsteps of nurses echoed through the halls, coming from every direction. You glanced behind to make sure nobody was close, and one grabbed you from the front. "c'mere, you brat."

You thrash your shoulders in their hold, still hellbent on making it out. “Get OFF of me, you freak.” A needle twinges your bicep, and chills engulf your body in an instant. Your weight smacks against the floor lifelessly.

"Just wait until Dr. Gideon hears about you"

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“Extra-strength harnesses and a stronger sedative?” Dr. Victor Gideon raised a brow at the nurses stood in front of his office desk. It was rare for them to admit failure to the head doctor, as the stubbornness ran deep at Rhodes Hill. But given your recent escape, it quickly became one too many for them to handle. The nurses successfully sunk their claws into you, and refused to reward their prey with freedom after such defiant behavior.

“Normally I’d be eager to fulfill such a request, but....I’d prefer to try my own hand at our little deviant.” Victor gave a condescending snarl as he rose to tower over his seemingly incompetent nurses.

“Bring me to them.”

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You can’t remember which came first; waking up or sobbing. There were so many times you had almost made it out, why couldn’t this time be the one? Your body began to fold in on itself, whether from the exhaustion of your escape or from the foreign drugs in your system. Even your lungs felt claustrophobic the way they struggled to pull even breaths. Especially after tracing a clear path to freedom, as sterile as the scenery was, it felt even more confining to know the exact square footage you were chained to. You weren’t sure if you wished it were bigger, or so small that it swallowed you whole.

When a knock rumbled your door, you didn’t bother feigning sleep or tugging at your chained ankles. Although it wasn’t like the nurses to knock.

“Mind if I come in, dear?” A tall, older man with textured skin slid into the room. Victor was clear two feet taller than the nurses that followed him, his large hands made his briefcase look doll-sized. The sharp clacks of the nurses’ heels were smoothed by the gentle swishing of his snakeskin labcoat. A bit odd for a doctor to wear, especially given that he was the only one without any sort of face covering.

Quieting your sobs as you assessed the situation, you let your angered tears fall in silence as you studied the new man. Was this the doctor that the nurse warned you about?

Victor hunched over a nearby table, clearly not made to accommodate his monsterly size, as he sifted through his briefcase. You couldn’t help but scoff at the nurses, acting like suck-ups for bodyguards as they shielded the table from your view. Given how any other interaction went, you were sure today called for another unwarranted syringe.

It doesn’t mean you wouldn’t try to fight it.

As you blinked the cloudy tears from your eyes, you were met with Victor’s triple-lensed goggles peering straight into your soul from across the room. The red flashing lens complimented his shiny gold teeth as they flickered at you, almost taunting and begging you to pull a stunt as he inched closer to you. The reflective lights broke through the darkness, bringing you back to all the times you woke up to the sunlight shining through your blinds. How those memories were quickly overwritten with instances in this hospital where waking up to bright lights meant you'd be strapped down for observation. Funny in retrospect, as although they were different settings, you were still pinned down nonetheless. Maybe you were wrong in the past for associating bright lights with freedom.

Victor didn’t even crouch to your level when he snatched you off the ground by your throat.

Your vision splitting double, heart pounding in your chest as you muster every last ounce of your breath to choke out some pleads. “n-n-no ~ucghh~ p-p-p ~ucccgh~ -lea-s-s-e”

“awww. how cute that little mousy tries to play innocent all of a sudden.” He tilts his head, almost pouting at you as the nurses mockingly laugh behind him. The way he looks at you is akin to a child peering through the glass at a puppy in the pet store: fascinated by your behavior and eager to play with you.

“My lovely nurses tell me that you haven’t been cooperating with them very well…..is that right?” He jolts your body, trying to shake an answer out of you.

You scrape your fingers against his leathered skin, desperate to loosen his suffocating grip on your throat. No matter how hard you dig, you can’t seem to break skin or draw any blood. You really were doomed. You’ll give him an answer, just not the one he wants. If that’s all the autonomy he’ll grant you, then you’re going to exploit it.

A new flood of tears stain your face as you shake your head ‘no’ in response.

Victor’s devious grin drops instantly. He slings your body to his right as if you weighed nothing, slamming you up against a nearby wall. Both of his hands hang you by your shoulders. Dr. Gideon needed your throat free for more answers.

“I gave you a chance to obey me, pet. I won’t refuse the opportunity to drug you for answers.”

Having the wind knocked out of you left your legs numb, so you couldn’t try to kick him away if you tried. Your eyes darting across his rusted goggles, you were desperate to get any read on the man. What kind of person would run these kind of experiments anyway?

Being in such a vulnerable position kicked in some instincts you thought were long forgotten. Memories flooded back of the times at home where you desperately tried to confront your parents about how manipulated you felt. How you begged them to sit down and just talk to you, hoping for them to understand how trapped you felt in a place where you were supposed to feel loved. You remembered how each time, just a simple side eye from your parents was enough to paralyze you with fear, and remind you that they’ll never truly listen anyways. The feeling that it would be more effective to talk to a literal wall of your bedroom than talk to your parents, because at least then you could get your emotions out without them being twisted against you. As much as you wanted to bury those memories and move past them, there would always be reminders to keep yourself shut in. Reminders like the nurses, who no matter how many questions you answered or how many punches you’d throw, you’d always be met with the same blank stares and lack of comfort.

Maybe your parents were right, and the real world wasn’t all that different from home. Maybe they were right to ignore your opinions, simply preparing you for the world to treat you the same. Or maybe it was your fault for wanting to ask such questions in the first place.

But you had to ask, just one last time.

You took a second to still your breathing, dropping your hands from clawing at Victor’s.

“Will it even make a difference if I really tell you the truth?”

Victor’s breath caught, his hands unconsciously loosening their grip on your shoulders. You, a helpless empty chasm that used to seep with energy and determination, just blinked up at him. There weren’t many tears left to shed, but you let the last few slip past your reddened eyes.

Wearing his goggles or not, you still couldn’t read the man. Inside, you were horrified he’d just sling you across the room or start screaming at you. But on the outside, you were too exhausted to stop it, having been down this road too many times before. Victor simply licked his lips and took a deep breath before responding.

“……….go on…….”

“I just-……….I don’t know where I am or what…this place is. I just want to know what’s going on. All I remember is tripping in an alleyway and now I’m………..here? And I keep getting knocked out by these weird shots that I’m begging to know what they are and-“

“stop.”

Here it comes.

Victor’s lip twitches before biting it with a snarl. His nails break the flesh of your shoulders, your skin sizzling as he lowers you to the ground. His hand shoots up over your face, pausing with a small hesitating tremble. You can’t even look up at him, terrified of what he’s contemplating on doing with that hand.

His brittle nails trace your cheek, delicately thumbing over the tear stains before tucking your hair behind your ear. “I’m so sorry, my dear.”

You peek open your eyes to see him storming over at the nurses.

“YOU DIDN’T TELL THEM? A SUBJECT……MY SUBJECT IS CURIOUS OF MY WORK AND YOU DIDN’T TELL THEM? No wonder they’re desperate to get away from you imbeciles. I want you out. All of you. NOW.”

The nurses fled for the door in an instant. Some big talk they are for fleeing the second their boss orders them around. You can’t say it didn’t bring you a sense of relief, watching your tormentors for the past- who knows how long- scramble away in fear.

Still, you’re curled with your knees bunched against your chest, propped up against your spot in the wall. Subconsciously digging at your nails, studying every inch of movement from the doctor. You’ve played this game before, too. Someone playing nice around others just so they can get you alone and reveal their true self.

Victor huffs large, frustrated breaths as he makes his way back to the table with his briefcase. He’s mumbling to himself something you can’t quite make out, but you can tell by the tension in his shoulders that he’s pissed.

You’ve given up on making a run for it, at this point. Not just because your ankle is chained to the floor, but after feeling Victor’s strength once? You know he could break every bone in your body just from the lift of his finger.

The doctor pulls syringes out of his coat pockets, shoving them into the briefcase. A couple belts and fasteners find their way out, too. Your breathing finally stills once he removes the goggles, once again exposing his cracked face. He just stands, propping his body over the table with his arms, hanging his head low for a moment. Victor grabs a small pouch and a tube of antiseptic from the briefcase before making his way back over to you.

Your anxiety bubbles back through your chest the closer he gets. It reminds you that although he defending you, he still nearly choked you out with his bare hands.

Victor crouches in front of you, your eyes now level with his chest. You can feel his red eyes staring down at you, but you’re too scared to meet them. All you can notice are the deep, chiseled scars carving a path up his throat. Were they from something in this hospital, too?

“I am……so sorry, little one. I take great care in keeping my patients aware of all the treatments we administer them.”

‘Patient’…..didn’t he refer to you as his ‘subject’ just before?

“Please forgive me for letting those…..vermin that I call ‘staff’ ignore you for so long.”

Still, you can’t get your breathing to still, unsure whether or not he’s actually being sincere or just trying to manipulate you into compliance.

“Sweetheart……” Victor returns his large hand under your chin, guiding you to meet his gaze. He holds you there for a moment to make sure you see the gentle smile spread across his face. His eyes flick to your lips, rubbing a small circle into your chin with his thumb before pulling his hand away.

For such a monstrous man with scars littering his face and gray skin pulled tight across his scaly complexion, his smile grants nothing but warmth. Not everyone would be so willing to show scars like that out in the open. He definitely could hide them if he wanted to, there being turtleneck sweaters and good-quality makeup at his disposal. But he seems like the type of man to bear every shortcoming and emotion with pride: Victor didn't want to hide himself, even if he tried.

You both sit in silence for a moment, simply readjusting to the situation.

“Now, why don’t you ask me anything you’d like about the work we do here. You’ve spent more than enough time otherwise, and I’m nothing but pleased to hear your interest. It’s not often we get.....patients like yourself that are willing to learn.”

Does he really think you’re only asking questions to learn? And not, like………because you’re scared the drugs they pump you with will kill you?? Sure. Great. Whatever, patience is patience, and it’s more than you’ve been gifted before.

“Ok……um……I guess let’s start at the beginning? When I fell and how did I get here?”

Victor shifted to sit next to you, not wanting to sandwich you between himself and the wall behind you. As he moved to speak, he lifted one of your hands into his, softly tracing the wrinkles of your palm.

He explained that someone had found you unconscious in the alleyway and called an ambulance, which took you here. Upstairs is a fully-functioning, normal hospital. Which, of course, is where you were treated and monitored for the first day or so. No long-lasting injuries, just some bruising and a residual migraine.

“I must admit, dearest, you caught my eye during that first 24 hours in my facility.” You don't know when you decided to rest your head against his arm. Both of your gazes were now fixated on your palm in his hands. That confession, however, quickly snapped you back to reality. “How so?”

“You heal rather quickly for someone so……human. I promise, neither my staff nor I have administered anything dangerous to aid your healing process. Some individuals recover quicker than others, but there was something different about you. I simply had to know more.”

The sudden appraisal did help you ease into the man's affections, and the long-awaited clarity was nice to have too.

Victor set your hand atop his leg, patting your wrist before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. It choked you up a bit, not being able to remember the last time you’ve been held by something other than leather restraints.

Hearing his heartbeat softly thump through his chest into the shell of your ear felt oddly soothing, and was a stark contrast to his chilled skin. Your face still burned with heat from the earlier tears, so you didn’t mind his skin cooling you down a touch. Victor twirled your hair between his fingers, every so often catching it on his chapped skin. He instantly became mindful the second you winced with the first accidental pull.

The doctor explained that he never intended to poison you, but simply wanted to study why your body was such a fast healer. The nurses were meant to ask you questions and, hoping for your enthusiasm, run a few tests to watch you heal in real time. Nothing absurd, maybe a paper cut or soft bruises to your knees. At least, that’s as far as he was willing to admit.

With your hair dutifully brushed off your shoulder, Victor reached into his coat pocket to grab the pouch and tube of antiseptic from earlier. You opened your eyes after feeling him shift, insistent to anticipate his next move.

“Oh, don’t worry, little one, I only wish to soothe your skin from my mistakes earlier. Here, you can even read the ingredients if you’d like.” Victor handed you the tube first, letting you take as long as you like to examine the label. You even tested the cap, feeling the telltale crack that it hadn’t been opened before.

“Such a clever little patient, aren’t you? I assure you, I wouldn’t be so devious as to swap the contents with a different drug. I may look so, but I really am no monster.” He swept a hand from the top of your head down your shoulder, smoothing your hair before pressing a soft kiss to your scalp. You're so caught up in reading the medication label that you almost didn’t register it. Was it strange because your DOCTOR had kissed you, or because you hadn’t gotten affection in a long time? You still felt comforted all the same.

You handed the tube back to him, swapping it to examine the pouch next. It was a shake-activated ice pack.

With your eyes still glued to the pack, Victor scooped you up and planted you on his lap, legs straddling his wide hips, to face him.

“I need full access to treat your wounds, my dear.” Your wide eyes met his focused expression, the reminder of his brute strength stringing anxiety back within you.

“Your safety absolutely must come first. But do tell me if you’d like me to administer it in another fashion. You'll be receiving my treatment either way.” Victor poured some antiseptic into his palm, then paused a moment to give you the chance to find a more comfortable position. You simply returned to examining the cold pack.

Victor gently pushed your collar of your hospital gown over your right shoulder, exposing the already blooming bruises and scratches. His cold fingertips almost sizzle against your overheated skin as he traces your collarbone, mapping out each of your wounds. Finished with examining the ice pack, you turn to look down at your injured, exposed shoulder.

“Ah, ah, ah….” Victor tuts, grabbing your jaw and angling your head opposite of it, revealing your neck to him. “I’ve been told you’re a bit squeamish. My nurses may be asinine but they are attentive, noticing you grow faint at the sight of needles and blood. I can’t have you passing out on me, little one.”

Is this what it feels like to be noticed?

Your gaze has nowhere to wonder except the doctor’s face. His eyes slightly hooded as they dance across your wounded skin. Using his empty hand, he moves to grab an alcohol pad.

“I know you can’t see, but I’ll be sure to tell you every step that I take, yes? Bear with me a moment, I need to disinfect these scrapes. It might sting a little.”

The twang of the alcohol was nothing in comparison to how his nails punctured you earlier. But, it was a sting nonetheless and still had you reeling into his palm that held your jaw.

“Shhhh, sh, sh, sh. I’ve got you. Just a little more, then I’ll administer the antiseptic.” With each circle of his thumb into your jaw, your neck eased its tension, gradually trusting him with the full weight of your skull. It felt strange, being supported while being taken care of, as compared to the nurse's restraints that forced you under their so-called care.

“Thaaaaat’s it, just relax for me, we’re almost done.” Victor massaged the ointment across your shoulder, his delicate touch almost making you forget he was the one who tore your skin to begin with.

For the first time, you trusted someone enough to hold you. Victor’s attention felt like a cozy hug, but more likely of a coax to allow him to treat you. You weren’t sure if he could turn violent again down the road, but for now, you’d relish in his kindness. You didn’t realize that your eyes had closed until the chilled ice pack was pressed to your shoulder.

Victor guided your hand to hold the pack in place so he could grasp your face in both of his. “How does that feel, little one? Good?” You softly hummed while nodding your head. His lips audibly crackled as he beared a smile, pressing a quick peck to your forehead before bending you to your alternate side.

This side of your neck was littered with bruises, reminders of where his fingers wrung your throat. The punctures in your shoulder were shallow like the last, but still evidence of his strength nonetheless.

Victor moved in silence, understanding that his actions currently outweigh his words. They are what injured you in the first place, and you’d have to consider the physical reminder every day until they were healed. Nevertheless, the doctor couldn’t help himself from praising you through it.

“You know, most patients usually don’t make it this far, either. The ones that run, I mean. But not you. You’re incredibly strong-willed. Such a quick healer, no wonder you are such a determined individual. I'm sure your emotions heal just as fast. Your optimism is just……extraordinary. A body unlike anything I’ve ever seen, constantly working for the upper hand……..and a marvelous mind to match.”

Victor had long since finished tending to your shoulder, he still couldn’t help but run his hand across your flesh. He was fascinated with your skin that he needed the sensation of it under his hand warped on repeat. Brushing the back of his hand along the side of your throat, pausing to catch your pulse, then smoothing his palm down the curve of your shoulder to admire your bone structure. Although his ministrations were surface level, you swore you could feel him cradle your soul.

“I do hope you understand why we…..why I as the head of this facility have chosen you as our prime subject. I trust you will perform beautifully for us, providing data that most scientists only dream of working with.”

You opened your eyes, cheek still smushed against his palm. You find Victor’s eyes on yours, caught in the act of him mentally dissecting your expression. And still, nothing but admiration swells in his maroon and amber eyes.

“Can……can I-….” You pause a moment, wanting to make a request but not wanting to push the intimidating doctor’s limits. “I don’t know if I’m allowed to make a request, but….”

Victor keeps running his hand along your side, grip and stare unfazed. He gently nods you to continue. “I can’t promise I can grant you every wish, but I might be able to make some exceptions for my star patient.”

“Can you be my doctor from now on? It’s just-….I hated feeling so helpless under those other nurses. Maybe they meant well but I’ve never felt as valued as I do right now, with you.” Victor gave a warm smile, instantly delighted with your request. He pulls you into his chest, wrapping his meaty arms around you in a tight hug. It seems he hasn’t felt this valued before, either.

“And I can’t stay here forever. I have a job, a-a-and a life outside of here......I just hate feeling trapped is all.” You start to ramble a bit into his chest. Still pushing the boundary, but you had to make it known that you weren’t going to be his prisoner. The little bit of autonomy and control he’s granted you the past half hour, you couldn’t let it disappear.

“We’ll have to see about that, little one.” He pressed another kiss to your forehead. Not quite agreeing to your wishes, but also not just saying something to shut you up. Victor just seemed ecstatic that you specifically requested his care above the others. He wasn’t usually in charge of patients at Rhodes, moreso working on experiments. But something about you shifted his obsession ever-so-slightly, and now he’d burn the place to the ground before letting you out of his sight.

“Don’t worry, little one, I mean nothing but the best for you. No matter what, just remember that I work to keep you safe.”

Whether or not it was an empty promise, you’re still grateful to even be considered. And damn, is it nice to be held.

Victor hoisted your hips up his lap, pressing your chest flush against his. He rested his chin atop your head, stroking along the curvature of your back. Through such cold skin, you felt nothing but warmth and adoration across every inch that your body met his.

Tears pricked at your eyes again, as you couldn’t sort through the array of emotions your body has wracked through since waking up this morning. The only thing that seemed concrete was the adoration and care that Victor poured through you. Especially after demonstrating how easily violent he can be, why would he choose to be so kind to you? He, much like most people with his build, could just force you to his wishes through brute strength. Victor chose to be kind to you. He even had the drugs and hardware to knock you out cold, so the fact he spent the time to talk you through his thoughts felt extra special.

The man's height still towered over you, even with both of you sitting. You repositioned yourself to look up at the doctor, consequently arching your spine just to lean back far enough. Just as you tilt your hips to reposition, you get a little too close to Victor, accidentally brushing against the prominent bulge in his pants.

Fuck.

Hopefully he didn’t think you were trying to come onto him. You finally got the care and attention you were craving. please don’t let this be what fucks it all up.

“……oh? what’s this? Is my little sweetheart craving a special kind of attention?” Victor carded his hand back through your hair as he gazed down at you lovingly.

“No, I swear I wasn’t trying to-“

Victor snaked his hands around your hips, tilting them back against his core just to hear you wince.

“I-I-I just wanted to thank you for being so gentle with m-“ He rocks your hips against him again, drawing an ache from your own core.

“Shhhhh, it’s ok, little one. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, really. You don’t have to tell me if you’re too embarrassed. I'll treat all of your needs, it's no worries. Even the sexual ones, I’ll take care of you all the same.” Victor maintained the slow rock of your hips against his, fixating on any particular angles that had your muscles tensing under his hold.

It wasn’t what you were intending to get from his, sure. But you’d be lying if you said his initiative didn’t turn you on. Nobody had shown you this level of attention, let alone care before. Was it really so bad to read between the lines and associate Victor's behaviors with affection? It had been a long day already, your body and mind already screaming for a break. The subtle grinding was already enough to distract you from the horrors this place had put you through, your head already foggy with pleasure.

Victor had to of been packing two cocks with how prominent his bulge was. His squeaky leather pants were extremely unforgiving, pronouncing every ridge and vein of what hid underneath. You swear you could feel the ridge of his tip catch against your underwear with each thrust, fabric be damned.

“Just relax, sweetheart, you know I’ll take care of you. I got you.” Victor manipulated your limp head, guiding it to rest on his chest so that all of your weight was angled against him. You felt so soothed by his touch that all you could do was nuzzle your face into his sternum, hoping that his vest would swallow up any whimpers that dare escape your lips.

His large size overlapping each other, digging into your plush ass as he ground you into himself. Each tilt sent another wave of shocks through your body, and each rock back allowed more arousal to leak from your core.

“You’ve been so good for me today, do you know that?” He picked up speed on your hips, finally coaxing a groan from your lips.

“So precious, so attentive. Your eagerness captivates me. Even now, I’m so proud of you for taking what your body needs. Not many of my patients are smart enough to vocalize what they want.” Victor removed a hand, tilting your chin off his chest so he could press his forehead against yours, the other still quickly slotting your core against his. Each brush against his bulge grew overwhelmingly sensitive, yet burned with a need to keep going.

“I hope you know how special, how important you are to me.” His face was barely an inch from yours. Both of your mouths hung open, deperately panting at the pleasure. Your lips just barely graced one another, growing dry from the hot breath passing between you both. That familiar build in your stomach became almost painful as it begged to be sent over the edge.

“I’d never let anyone hurt you ever again, sweetheart, you’re mine now.” Victor’s lips crashed against yours as you spilled over, energy crackling rampant throughout your body as you came. His tongue swallowed your moans, cracked hands sweeping anywhere and everywhere along your body to keep you upright. Even now, with passion akin to fire, Victor’s fingers danced across your skin with care rather than pressure.

He kissed you through your high, granting you control back over your hips in fear he’d overstimulate you. Each slotting of your lips gentler than the last, his split tongue savored the taste of you as you drifted apart. You were instantly spent, your orgasm spending the last of your energy banked from resisting Victor this morning. Your arms in comparison are too small to wrap around the large doctor, but you still slumped into his chest desperate for a hug.

Victor returned to brushing your hair through his fingertips, mentioning something about bringing you a change of clothes. It all felt like a blur as you quickly fell asleep in his hold.

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Rhodes Hill certainly became more tolerable after your meeting with Victor Gideon. It wasn’t pillow talk when he claimed to never leave your side. Every time you left one room to visit another, he was right by your side. It didn’t matter if he was mid-experiment or knee-deep in paperwork. If you sent a nurse for him? He was there in an instant.

Even for the scheduled meal breaks, he always brought you to eat together in his office. It felt nice that someone truly wanted your company, not just tolerating that you’d be in their proximity.

Whenever you asked, he would walk you through paperwork for the next study he prepared for you. Mostly over lunch, or even over a midday snack, but he would always beam with excitement that you were curious about his work.

It took a few days, maybe even a week or two, before Victor let you off the premises. Once you opened up to him about your home life, and that you moved to Raccoon City for some independence, he gave in under one condition: he had to escort you. He was too protective to let you out of his sight. Victor knew firsthand how well you could fend for yourself. It wasn't about that. Maybe deep down, he wanted to build your new memories with you, pouring himself into your life while exploring the city that he never paid much mind to.

Even if it was a late-night walk to clear your head, Victor was always there offering to hold your hand and walk through it with you.

The best part of it all was seeing the nurses again after it all. Victor was a man of his word and never let them touch you again, but you still passed them occasionally in the halls. Your arms wrapped around his bent one, always scurrying by his side. The nurses would be lucky if Victor so much as even looked at them, much less gave a threatening scowl. Behind his back, you’d stick your tongue out and mock them. They could roll their eyes all they wanted, cause both parties knew Victor would let you get away with murder so long as nobody else hurts your feelings ever again.

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Mentally unsound

Chapter 4: Forgotten past

Warnings: eventual sex, dubcon, noncon, anxiety, enemies to lovers(type shit), gore, maybe ooc, size difference, size kink, power indifference, mentally ill reader, dacryphilia, agoraphobic reader, bdsm elements, reader is fem coded, age gap, reader is a complicated person, negative talk and thoughts about mental illness and mental health clinics

AN: I’ve been rereading and updating chapters, I usually write these when I’m exhausted so excuse any mistakes, they will be fixed in the near future. I’m going to start writing longer chapters, I figured out how I’m going to continue to write this in the future, the ending is already planned out and such.

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This chapter is dark and deals with familiar issues as well as talk of suicide and poor mental health, please read at your own risk.

UPDATE: this chapter has been fixed, im unsure why certain parts were copied twice?

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A week had passed and the monotony was starting to get to your head.

The only thing that had changed was your pill count was slowly going down.

Cold turkey was making you exhausted, the lack of sleep combined with the sudden lack of unnecessary medication was making you feel like death itself.

Most days were spent lying in bed, or sick in the bathroom.

“Fresh air might help you.”

Mumbled Annalise, fumbling with your curtain rod.

The mood stabilizers must have been doing something because you’ve been feeling pissy as of late, but arguing would do no

The only thing that had changed was your pill count was slowly going down.

“I just want to go home.” It practically came out as a whine.

Annalise changed the subject, “Your therapy with Dr. Gideon is tomorrow, maybe he can find something to prescribe to you?”

You rolled over on your side, Dr. Gideon made you feel gross, as rude as that sounds it was the truth.

Something about him felt off, this whole facility felt off.

“I’ll leave you be for a couple hours, I’ll be back at dinner time.” Annalise gave you one last pity look before closing your door leaving you alone with your thoughts.

In the time you’ve been here you only had two major panic attacks. The anxiety was constant but anxiety was manageable, panic was not. You tried to remember when the fear had started, the first memory.

Your mother had passed the anxiety down, her father had it as well. What a ‘blessing’ from the family tree.

You didn’t know your father very well, and what you did know about him wasn’t the greatest. Maybe he was the reason your life was falling apart. After all a stable person begins with a stable household and yours was far from it.

The more you thought about it the more your stomach began to ache. Something was aching, like it was begging to be released and whatever it was wasn’t very pleasant.

You thought about your high school experience and how it was mediocre at most. Your life seemed so painfully average, maybe you struggled a bit at home, but everyone struggles.

You sound selfish, trying to find a reason to cause a problem for others. That’s when it hits you, the first memory.

You were eleven years old, bright faced, playful and young. The memory felt real, like you could taste it. The first panic attacks you had. You remembered the birthday party, running around, eating cake, opening presents, when everything was so simple and sweet.

You were sitting down with another young girl, hiding under a table, everyone else was off, playing with toys and enjoying the atmosphere.

“My mom said your dad is going away, mine did too.”

The feelings from the moment was coming back to you.

“He’s not going away…My mom said he’s just busy with work.”

Even then you knew it wasn’t true. It was a lie to help a child cope better, and maybe to help your mother herself cope better.

You also remembered feeling so defensive, angry, offended. Even now you didn’t understand it, you barely knew him anyway, why defend a man who couldn’t even be there now.

A classic case, not showing up to his own child’s birthday.

After you made your retort she could feel you were upset. Children notice a lot after all. She just got up and left to go play.

You stayed down there a minute before you started to feel sick, getting up and running to find your mother for safety.

The memory was so short and simple, but you knew it was the start of something, deep down you could feel it in your bones.

You noticed your eyes had been dribbling water, you wiped away the small droplets of water and stared up at the ceiling.

How much had you forgotten?

Eventually you fell asleep, your well needed nap was over when you had a knock at your door before it slowly opened.

“I brought your dinner.” It was Annalise.

Dinner time already, man you must have really been exhausted.

“Sorry if I woke you, you can go to bed after, I just wanted to make sure you ate.”

She set down the plate of bland hospital food.

“I hope you’re feeling a bit better,” she gave you a quiet smile before leaving again.

You looked at the plate of food with plastic silverware, guess you’re still on suicide watch.

Victor’s mind was occupied with two things, his research of Elpis, and rereading your file. The second was currently consuming his mind.

Your file was partially written by Dr.Williams and the nurses that were treating you in some manner, but the other part was from your own mother’s word.

Before you came to Rhodes Hill your mother insisted on doing an assessment with Dr. Williams.

From what Dr.Williams reported to him your mother seemed like a lost woman who had no idea how to deal with any mental illness.

“She was very sweet and sociable as a child, I don’t know what happened.”

Gideon leaned back in his chair, fascinated by your mental disturbances, and how he could exacerbate your instabilities.

Unsurprisingly many young people struggle with your similar symptoms. He could instantly diagnose you with anxiety, that much was obvious.

The diagnosis for your agoraphobia came from your mother’s mouth, but also with the fact you rarely left your room unless forced.

You were quite unstable, Gideon enjoyed the beauty of your mind, how your own brain stopped you from completing tasks and you, ever obedient listened to it.

Victor liked obedience and although it wasn’t directed at him, you could be molded, shaped to perfection. All good clay needed was a skilled artist.

Your therapy session with him tomorrow would bring about a new for you, a start of the ‘healing’ process and Gideon couldn’t wait.

The morning started off quiet and oddly calm. Your body woke you up early, you weren’t sure of the time, you desperately missed your phone or any normalcy. Peeling yourself out of the bed.

Annalise came in bright as usual, “Good morning, your visit with Dr. Gideon is this morning, are you ready?”

“I guess so,” you mumbled out.

Annalise silently walked through the stagnant halls. Rhodes hill seemed so ordinary, yet something always made you feel heavy and sicker than usual.

Finally you stopped in front of a large door, your stomach was starting to ache.

“This is Dr. Gideon’s office, I’ll be bringing you here once a week,” with that she knocked on the wooden door.

“Dr. Gideon? Your patient is here.”

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Summary: A young woman is forced to recognize her suppressed anxieties and agoraphobia, while remembering her past. The only issue is the clinic she’s staying at is run by the good doctor, Victor Gideon.

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Old man victor gideon who has a younger partner

Old man victor gideon who despite the nemesis paracite can't quite keep up with his partners energy

This has lead to some very creative chase games where he has had to be quiet and clever to win (thinking about that one sceen in lilo and stich)

Old man victor gideon who needs his naps and wakes up groggy and out of it

Splayed back on a recliner and compleatly out under a heat lamp

Eyes unfocused and brow upturned upon waking until his mind can catch up

Old man victor gideon who loves older things and laments about how crap of quality things are now

Solid furnature that could take his weight and beatings, physical media that had smells and textures, fabric and leathers that you knew would last

Hes berated you countless times anytime you bring something new he doesn't approve of especialy if he deems it worse than what he was use to

Old man victor gideon who can be forgetful

Misplaced things he had in his hands moments ago

Sheepishly blushes withought comment when you remind him of things he needs to do or said he was going to

Blank stares when he is retracing his steps or trying to regain his train of thought

Old man victor gideon who is good with his hands

When he was young it was encouraged to do it yourself and figure it out so he got good at taking things apart and putting them back together be it equipment or.. people

If you ask nicely he may show you other ways hes good woth them too ;]

Old man victor gideon and his achohl

Drinking from.brands you don't recognize that have been around for ages

He owns bottles in his collection that are older than you and gets through enjoyment out of reminding you

Your not sure what has given him his tummie but some of it is for sure a beer gut with his appreciation for tasting

Old man victor gideon and his outdated manarisims

He likes when you call him sir, yes sir, no sir, hello sir, thank you sir, be right with you sir it drives him wild

He's told you to do away with the formalities, that you're closer than that just use my name knowing most fell out of habbit of that sort of thing long ago but it's so hard for you to stop when you see visual evidence of it affecting him so

Old man victor gideon who is still strong as hell

You're unsure how much of this is due to the paracite or his sheer size but he had no qualms about showing off just how much stronger and larger he is than you

Cant reach, he stands just a bit to close to get it for you

Thing to heavy? Hes already got it up and in only one hand

He loves disregarding personal space and etiquette and just picking you up when he needs you somewhere else

Bridal in his arms and proped up on his belly

Over the shoulder with only one arm supporting you

Hands on your waist or hips to lift you up to reach things or simply rage bait you when he wont put you down

The only thing keeping him from doing it all the time is how small you look when you travel beside him

Old man victor gideon who is very knowlageable on sex

It may have been very taboo when he was younger but gideon is anything but normal

Heavily into kink and the music/bar scenes he learned quite alot

The only thing that reflects his age for this point is his sheer experience over you

Knowlage on what feels good, the confidence in his motions like a well trained gunman cleans a riffle, he knows how to not exaust himself while driving you absoloutly wild

Old man victor gideon who is old enough to be your father

He likes reminding you of this power imbalance weather it's reminding you how many more years of experience he has over you or by asking what your dad would think about you being with such a gross perverted old man

May joke about knowing your father at somepoint or being good friends with him and how he might replace that position for him

Old man victor gideon 💚

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Over protective Leon Kennedy x Reader head canons

A/N: I’m not the biggest Leon fan but he is a cutie

*This is pre RE9*

This is short & sweet :-)

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-As Leon got older he worried he wouldn’t be able to keep you safe.

-You would argue with him, always telling him, “I’m safe, I know how to take care of myself.”

-Usually you would laugh it off, but for Leon it would eat him away at him.

-Often times at night he would hold you extra close, an arm slung around you.

-Any little noise would wake him up, worried a monster from his past was coming back to haunt him.

-Leon would also tend to get easily upset if he thought someone was disrespecting you.

-God forbid someone give you a slight attitude while you were both out in public.

-Deep down he knew you were strong and you could handle anything, it was his own insecurities.

- You loved to praise Leon, trying your best to make him worry less.

-“Leon, I know you’re worried but I’ll be okay.”

- To be honest you enjoyed giving him reassurance.

- Leon would take care of you no matter what because he knows you would do the same for him.

- At the end of the day you’re really the one making sure he’s okay, even if he’s doing all the protecting.