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Alter my brain chemistry with the "right where youll sit addressing your nobles, your people? where a viking made their queen cum" why don't 'cha.

THE FRUITS OF HER LABOUR.

𓆩 summary ° ｡ eivor assists in securing your throne and your gratitude lies deeper than a mere alliance

𓆩 warnings ° ｡ queen! reader, throne sex, cunnilingus (r! receiving), fingering (r! recieving), degradation, praise, power play (eivor getting off on fucking a queen while simultaneously teasing them for letting her) usage of good girl, whore, lamb, eivor and reader having big phat crushes on each other

𓆩 wc ° ｡ 2,9k

𓆩 disclaimer ° ｡ this is a work of kink fantasy/fiction. within the world of kink and bdsm, consent is of upmost priority (also in general). even if the consent is not explicitly stated in the work, know and be assured that it is always given beforehand between all participants.

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“are you not joining in on the merriment, my lady?”

eivor had appeared in the throne room silently, her features illuminated by the flames of the many braziers in the room. she wore a proud smirk, the victory from earlier in the day obviously still sung through her veins. rowdy shouts and songs of battle faintly filled the room from the longhouse. it sounded like the whole town was in there. you were sat comfortably in your new position, on your throne. reading through various letters from the townsfolk, in which most welcomed their new queen. that was until eivor’s gentle voice joined the crackling of the fires. she strolled towards you as her eyes took in your domestic form, pleasantly surprised. she was used to seeing you in noble wear. thick cloaks sewn with delicate designs and with the softest furs, tunics bearing rich colours, thick pants made to withstand the seasons and jewellery that vociferated your status. now, you donned a light nightdress with a shawl wrapped around your arms. you looked soft, she thought, as warmth filled her chest.

“no”, you smiled at her softly. “i would much rather be in my bed”

it had been 3 long months and a half of strategising, travelling, battles, meetings, dealing with ivarr’s bullshit, more battles because of said bullshit….you were ready to sleep for a month. to put it lightly. but having eivor by your side made it all bearable. you were taken aback by her confident demeanour at first, but that same confidence soon became a comfort that quelled your anxieties. without her, victory would not have been possible. she stopped at the bottom of the dais and her smirk grew into a smile. mischief swirling in her eyes.

“perhaps i could keep you company then?”

brazen, she was. your cheeks warmed. damned woman. you wished you had grown used to her teasing, but how could you when everything about her made you want her to plow you until you couldn’t walk?

“would you not be missed by your men in your celebrations?”

eivor shrugged. “we’ve celebrated enough victories together, i doubt missing one with them would be tragic”

“are you sure? celebrating with me is hardly any better, i’m only reading these”, you chuckled, waving the letters.

“it would be, i want to speak with you”, she said, with a hint of softness. you fought down a grin.

“you don’t have to worry, our alliance is secured. ravensthorpe now has a powerful ally”

“i trust that it is. but that’s not why i wanted to speak with you”

eivor’s gaze was suddenly intense. you adjusted, sitting straighter in your throne. “oh, is everything all right eivor?”

she said nothing and stepped up towards you. your eyes followed her until she was looking down at your form. it felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest in anticipation. she beckoned you to stand, with a feathery soft ‘come here’. you took her warm and calloused hands and they held you gently as you stood with her. your gaze shifted everywhere, : to the furs on her shoulders, her thumb caressing your knuckles, the weathered weapons belt that hung around her hips and accidentally, her lips. for far too long, you realised. cheeks warming even more.

eivor chuckled, and cradled your warm cheeks. tilting your head, making you look at her. though her rough hands were scarred and capable of cutting down men larger than her, she held your face tenderly. you've never felt more safe. as always, when eivor was around you. you melted into her affections. she hummed in approval as you softened and relaxed. your name left her lips warmly, making you look away from the scar on her cheek. interrupting thoughts of desiring to trace it.

and when she spoke, you could not believe your ears. surely, this was a dream?? you’re about to wake up and be left with an empty feeling in your chest that walked with longing alongside you for the rest of the day. you’ve had this dream before. eivor wanted you. her thumbs soothing your cheeks as she spoke is what made you realise that yes, this was actually real. because your dreams never got her touch right.

“…and as soon as your eyes met mine, the first time we met, i was yours. and i never want to not be”, eivor finished earnestly, her own heart beating frantically in anticipation of your reaction. she searched your dazed eyes for any sort of unspoken answer, worried you didn’t feel the same, and that she made a fool of herself. the longer you took to answer, the more her hands loosened her grip on you. threatening to pull away completely. really, you were just in shock and struggling to form words. losing her warm touch and the dejected look in her eyes as she fully pulled away is what made you snap out of it.

words were failing you, and there’s no doubt in your mind anymore of eivor’s feelings so…you did what you always wanted to do. you gripped her face instead and smashed your lips to hers. a surprised noise escaped her. you smiled against her lips and chuckled. eivor wasted no time. with her heart soaring she pulled you in again. trapping your mouth with hers and deepening the kiss with a groan. it was messy and desperate. it was like eivor wanted to devour you. spit started to coat both of your lips, some reaching your chin. but you didn’t care, if you didn’t have to stop to breathe, you would’ve gone the whole night tasting her. you both breathed heavily, catching your breaths.

eivor’s eyes were fixed on your heaving chest. she almost forgot she was supposed to be breathing as she focused on the sight of your nipples poking through the thin fabric. how they pressed against it each time you inhaled. her arms snaked around your waist, bringing you even closer to her. pressing your body to her own. she couldn’t help herself. she placed open mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck and revelled in the sweet noises you gave her.

it was all too much, her hot mouth on you, her hands gliding across your body and squeezing your flesh almost roughly. possesively. it was all going straight to your core, making you ache. your hips had a mind of their own. desperate for any sort of attention, you grinded against her. hoping she'll do something about it.

eivor smiled against your neck. she'd never seen you like this before. so desperate and mindless. she wanted to never forget it. and drag it out. she ignored your pleas, with a bit of difficulty and continued making her mark on your neck. by this point, your neck was decorated. they wouldn't be going anywhere, anytime soon. and eivor loved that.

you were growing frustrated. and even more wet. you pulled her head away from your neck suddenly and she made a noise of protest, but you shushed her.

"i don't think i properly rewarded you, did i?", you asked, gripping eivor’s chin. her eyes were clouded, and you could easily imagine the thoughts swimming in her mind. eivor shook her head.

you sat back down on your throne. "well, come get it then"

the second you spread your legs, eivor was already on her knees. pushing your legs up, holding them by the backs of your thighs and shoving her face into your dripping pussy. you gasped in relief. finally, finally after so long of wanting her, you had her. and she had you. eivor groaned into your folds as she lapped up your wetness and dipped her warm tongue teasingly into your aching entrance. making you arch into her with a whine.

eivor couldn't believe it. she always imagined what it would be like to fuck you. the sounds you'd make, the pretty expressions she'd pull from you, how you'd taste. but in recent weeks, she was daydreaming about a whole lot more than just that. every time you'd smile at her made eivor think of how lovely it would be to have you at home waiting for her, ready to give her that smile that was always just for her, when she came back to you. it would make her a lot less reckless in her endeavours. it didn't take long for eivor to figure out her passionate feelings for you.

her hand trailed up your stomach and pulled down the front of your dress, revealing your tits to her. she grabbed one and kneaded it as she feasted on you. her black eye paint was still striking on her, even after having it on all day. it lasted proudly through the harsh rain that lashed the battlefield and eivor's sweat. now it smeared slightly on the sensitive skin of your thighs. you always loved when she wore it. feeling your heated gaze on her, eivor met your eyes from beneath your damp curls and winked. bitch. you cursed between whimpers as she added more fuel to the fire in your veins.

eivor was purposefully avoiding your clit, as she wanted to play with you for as long as she could. the wet sounds she was making between your thighs were obscene, and they were extra loud because of the echo. eivor shoved her tongue deeper within you, and tongue fucked you. you whined and gripped her hair, pulling her in closer. desperate for more. her nose bumped against your aching clit while you shifted and you gasped, and made an effort to tighten your thighs around her head. but she still had your legs in an iron grip. your knees were pressed up to your chest and you couldn't move much. you were completely at eivors mercy.

you could feel eivor smile at your struggle, it only spurred her on even more. she quickened her pace as you grew wetter around her. it dripped onto the throne beneath you, helped by eivor’s spit. abruptly, her tongue left you and you whipped your head back to her to protest. but your curses got caught in your throat and what escaped were moans of surprise and relief. eivor sucked greedily, her lips finally wrapped around your clit. it was heaven. you arched into the feeling, babbling a series of 'yes yes yes!'

eivors need for you only grew as your taste coated her tongue and your pretty sounds filled her ears. it was getting uncomfortable at this point, but she will wait. she wanted to see her noble queen fall apart. a thick finger tentatively prodded at your entrance, teasing it, beckoning you to give your permission to be destroyed. you nodded eagerly, already clenching around nothing at the thought. eivor gave one last intense suck before removing her mouth from you, making you shiver.

"i need to hear it, princess", she smirked up at you. half of her face was glistening in the firelight with your mess. she kept her mouth close to your pussy as she spoke lowly, the vibrations making you shiver again.

"please eivor", you whined, scooting closer to her.

eivor nipped at your soft skin and you gasped in surprise. she soothed the sting with a feathery kiss. she spoke against your burning flesh. "please what, lamb?"

she wanted you to spill filth. that much is clear. a hungry and dark glint in her eyes urged you to beg and use your pretty mouth to utter lewdness. heat rose to your cheeks.

"eivor please i-i need it"

she feigned disappointment. "need what?"

she constantly teased your hole as she spoke, and while she waited for you to speak. teasing you like this, was really doing something to her. she half hoped you dragged it out. but the other half, was growing needier and needier. her underwear was ruined by now. you swallowed. eivor found herself distracted by your heaving chest again in the warm light.

"n-need you to fuck my pussy p-please", you begged and arched towards her. "take what's y-yours"

take what's yours. a bolt of pleasure and want erupted in eivors belly and she groaned. shit. she shoved her face into your heat again and furiously resumed her onslaught on your clit. you moaned, throwing your head back. she rewarded you with a finger, slowly spreading your velvet walls. she started off at a languid pace to get you used to her. which was sweet and all, but you needed more.

"a-another"

eivor chuckled around your pulsing clit at your orders and you gripped her head, pulling her in even more.

"little lamb wants another", eivor muttered to herself smugly. fuck you loved the names she'd always give you. even more so when she was knuckle deep in your cunt. two more fingers joined the first, stretching you out deliciously.

"f-f-fuck", you groaned. you'd never been this full before. eivor had her bottom lip between her teeth, smiling, watching you suck her in greedily. she stood and leaned over your desperate form. your lips crashed into hers and she swallowed your moan after she curled her fingers in you.

"how does that feel, your majesty?", she whispered against your lips, holding your gaze intensely. you clenched around her thick fingers again at the title.

"really r-really good"

"oh yeah?", she deepened her lazy thrusts.

"y-yes!"

"any more royal requests, my lady?"

you met her wanton stare. "faster wolfkissed"

it was instant. her gentle strokes were replaced by rough, animalistic thrusts that pounded your aching pussy relentlessly. eivor grunted into your sweaty neck with the effort. relishing in your delicate whimpers and the way your breath hitched every time her calloused fingers hit that spot. once she found it, she abused it.

you fisted the furs on her shoulder for dear life while eivor kissed and bit the sensitive skin of your shoulder. intent on marking that side too. after tonight, she wanted no doubt in anyone's mind that you were hers. all hers. especially to your future royal suitors. it wouldn't take long for news of a young, unmarried queen to make its rounds across other kingdoms. oh, she couldn't wait to see their faces when she would treat you like her wife right in front of them. one day, that will be true.

eivor was satisfied by the state of your neck and moved further down your chest while you continued to squeeze her sopping fingers. your juices had pooled under you on the throne and some dripped down eivor's wrist, which flew off onto the floor at her rough plowing. she latched on to your nipple and twirled and sucked around your peak. you hummed in bliss and pushed her head further into you. the coil in you was starting to tighten more and more, it wouldn't be long before you spilled all over your drengr's fingers.

your stomach tensed and relaxed with eivors thrusts, and your legs started doing the same. you wrapped your arms around her broad shoulders, holding her tight as you gasped into her neck. adorable, eivor thought as she trailed her free hand beneath your nightdress and brushed her thumb affectionately against the skin of your hip. just like she had done with your cheeks earlier.

"e-eivor"

"mmm?", she answered, still toying with your breast.

"i'm close"

eivor wetly removed her mouth from your nipple and rested her forehead against yours. she kept up her pace, wanting to rip it out of you. all over your throne. "really, your majesty? right here?"

squelching echoed back to you from the corners of the throne room and you clenched at eivor’s teasing. "right here on your throne? right where you'll sit addressing nobles, your people? where a viking made their queen cum?"

you cursed, shutting your eyes in embarrassment and renewed arousal. you shouldn't like that idea as much as you did. some locals and those outside your kingdom would have your head for having relations with a raider. you creamed a white ring around the knuckles of your raider as she continued to finger fuck you, hell bent on making her teasing come true.

"y-yes!"

"how filthy of you, your majesty", eivor smirked, loving every single bit of this. "wonder what they'd think of their queen being such a whore"

"just y-yours"

"that's right lamb, all mine", she emphasised with a particularly deep thrust that made you keen against her. and she kept doing it. words left you as she focused on that one spot within your soaked walls. her fingers laying claim to it.

"come on sweet thing, give it to me"

and like the good girl you are, you did. you gasped as bliss crashed your senses, your legs tensed and jerked as eivor fucked you through it. she watched in awe as deep pleasure took you, having you make the cutest face. she slowed her thrusts and shushed you, bringing you down gently. kissing all over your warm face. murmuring praise. not that you heard much, it was like your ears had been stuffed. so you only caught snippets of her affections.

"...so good for me"

"beautiful"

she carefully took her coated fingers out of you. you pouted at the empty feeling and eivor only chuckled down at you, before thoroughly and obnoxiously cleaning them off with her tongue. you rolled eyes half heartedly at her teasing display. eivor smiled mischievously and caught your lips in a passionate kiss that threatened to take your breath away. her strong arms snaked under you and picked you up, holding you tightly so you didn't slide down.

"come, time for bed lamb"

you couldn't argue with that.

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Treatment

Chapter 7

Set between 1880-1890, You have been feeling and acting off. After visiting the doctor's he sends you off to stay in Pelican Town where you are set to receive treatment for your condition. Upon arrival you learn the doctor administering these treatments is better than you think.

Harvey/ unnamed afab!reader

2nd pov

about 3.5k

trigger warnings: reader is diagnosed with hysteria, mentions of depression, cheating/ adultery, doctor/ patient relationship, mentions of infertility

smut tags: Again no smut

notes: i do have this posted on ao3 if you'd prefer to read it there.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Hours after returning to your home you are left with your thoughts. Lying in the once truly comforting sheets your mind felt fridged. The evening felt as though it had lasted a lifetime, causing you to retire early to your bed. Haley gave you a look of knowing as if she felt your pain and sadness, but you would think that it may be concerning the variety of information presented before you just today. Before she had left for the night to return to her own home, she asked you once again if you would be truly okay once she had left.

You look through the darkness to find the swirling grey fuzz filling your vision. You consider every option. There is to go home and act as though nothing has changed. Yes, you knew of the adultery of your husband; however, that was your husband, and you were obligated to do everything in your power to make things right with him. A second option is to stay here. Be here in Pelican Town. Be happy for a time. Feel completely happy for once since you were a child. Apologize to Harvey and admit that you were acting irrationally and beseech his forgiveness.

‘Why on this Earth would I beg him for forgiveness? He has done wrong to me, and I should feel no way indebted to him.’

Raging thoughts attempting to be shifted to the sides you lift your hand from beneath your comforter. Tracing shapes within the muddled haze as though it might help you fill out an answer. Suddenly an idea comes upon you however you must rest now and dwell on it come tomorrow.

Forcing your thoughts to rest along with you proved to be more evil than anticipated. Crusted eyes pulled open suddenly as Haley pulled open your curtains. Groaning you motion to her to close them ever so slightly.

“What time is it?” You shift so you’re sitting up un the bed.

“8 o’clock ma’am. Usual time I wake you upon request.” Haley turns her body as to face you.

“Yes, Haley, good. I have not slept this poorly in many months.”

“Does it have anything to do with that has happened yesterday?”

“It has most everything to do with yesterday.”

“Yes, but I am to understand that you asked Robin to arrive early today to join you for a luncheon. Do you still want that?”

Groaning once more, “Yes, I suppose I did ask Robin for lunch, didn’t I?”

“No, actually you hadn’t. I just know you well enough that you would prefer Robin’s company for a lunch rather than dinner.”

“How could you have possibly guessed that?”

“I have been working for you for nearly a year now ma’am. I would like to believe that we know each other well by now.”

“Very good Haley, I am impressed. I like that you will think of me in such a sense as to know the best times to invite my guests. You have truly proven yourself as a lady’s maid. I thought I it was going to be a risk taking you on, but you have proved me very wrong and I am pleased to say that I am delighted for it.”

“Oh. Please do not believe that I have taken it upon myself to know when you should like to receive your visitors.” You laugh as she’s seemed to miss the compliment entirely.

“Haley it is not so deep as to be worried. I was making a point that sometimes you seem to know me better than I seem to know myself.” You stand from the bed and shiver from the coolness of your room. “Shall you get me dressed? I am in no mood for breakfast this morning.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

By 1 o’clock the day had pushed itself far enough to see a visit from Robin. She looks pleased to see you as she enters. Her red hair tied simply above her head shows that she had her daughter help her with her hair. The dress she wore looked as though she had only worn it to come here and impress you. As you scan the length of her dress, she seems anxious.

“Robin, how wonderful is it to finally see you and looking so wonderful at that!”

“Thank you, it has been too long since we have spent any time together. How have you been?” You smile as you walk her towards the drawing room with you. She leans in closer to speak in a hushed voice.

“How is your relationship with our fair doctor?” Robin asks as she removes her gloves to seat herself on the all too familiar couch.

You can hardly mask the look on your face as it twists with disgust before settling into a plain face. Taking the seat across from her, your mouth opens and closes twice before finally gritting the words through partially angered teeth.

“Robin, I do not wish to speak about him at this very moment. He and I are no longer.”

She looks at you tentatively before asking her question. “Do you mean to say that you are no longer receiving the treatments then?”

Giving a long sigh before looking down to your hands and then back to Robin. You look to her face and see that there is mild fascination twinged with worry. Her eyebrows partially pushed together while she waits for your response.

“That is correct. I am not and I will tell you about it soon. I need your advice on something else.” After you speak this one of the men you hear approach the room. Holding your hand up to Robin to signal a pause. You watch as the man comes and sets down the try before you thank him and resume the conversation.

“And what might that be?” She asks after settling back on the back rest.

Taking a longer pause you stare empty minded to the window. Eyes looking between the snow-covered pine to the colorless skies. “I am going to leave Pelican Town.”

“Ah…” She looks down to her cup sadly. “I see.”

“It is not a decision I have made lightly. After the knowledge that I have come to know I feel that it may be my only option. Part of the reason I have asked for you to see me today is that I seek your advice on bringing Haley along with me.”

“You wish to bring Haley?”

“Yes. I would like to think of us as nearly friends. She has more than proven herself quite the ladies’ maid.”

“Then I should congratulate you on finding such a person. What of her beau she had found herself?”

“I was hoping you could answer that for me. She had told me some time ago that she heard word that he was to propose to her ‘soon’, but that time has come and gone by weeks. You are far more in the know of what happens in the town itself.”

“Well…” She pauses and leans herself in to allow for a sense of secrecy, “I had heard that he might have thrown her over.”

“He hadn’t surely! When I went to town the day before yesterday she said that she was to visit him!”

“That is why I asked you. Thinking that she would have mentioned something to you, with you keeping her in your employ.”

“I should have like to think so but perhaps you and I have been deceived in her willingness to share her details, especially when it is in regard to this sort of matter.”

“I should say then for you to speak with her on this before you decide that you are to take her away to the city. Where are you set to go?”

“Another topic you have broached much too early into your visit. I was going to have us dine before getting to that.”

“Please, you must allow us to put this business first so we may dine in peace and minor contemplation.”

You laugh, “Yes, I suppose we must. I was to ask you to send a telegram to Mister Acunin for me. I do not wish to go into town, lest I run into Doctor Sullivan.”

“My, his title now. Things really must have taken a turn. I can make a trip out to town after I am completed with my duties tomorrow. What is it that you would like me to send?”

“I wish to ask for some sort of refuge. I must leave this town and I will not let myself go back to my husband.”

“Why? What has happened with your husband and the doctor that you must refuse the both of them?”

“I will make a terribly complicated matter as simple as I can.” Robin leans forward again as you speak much more hushed than previously.

“My husband has known that my treatment is completed and has found himself in business with a whorehouse. The doctor was complicit in my husbands’ doings and refused to me access to my medical information. To put it plainly.”

“I don’t even know what to say to that. Goodness, I couldn’t even imagine what you might be going through. Who else knows of this?”

“Aside from you?” You heave another sigh after taking a drink from your cup. “Doctor Sullivan, clearly, and Haley. Haley is the one who found the telegrams from the doctor to my husband that detailed my course of treatment. I would imagine that the Western Union operator knows just from the telegrams alone. Is that Pam who is employed there?”

“Yes, Pam is the one who works the telegraph in town. I will talk to her tomorrow to see what she may know if you would like for me to?”

“I would be grateful if you had. Robin, you are truly sent from the stars. I could never thank you enough for all that you have done for me since I’ve come to stay here. I should really ask for your servicing to this cottage for more additions. As a thank you I mean.”

Robin laughs. Reaching her arm across the table to settle her hand on yours. The warmth from her palm sinks into the top your hand. Looking to her face once more you look for any easily read emotion only to find she looks serious.

“You are my friend, and I am happy to help you in any way that you may need. No thanks nor are you at all inclined to feel indebted to me.”

“You are far too kind to me.”

“And at this very moment you are deserving of it.”

The lunch with Robin ends quicker than you would have liked. She links her now gloved hand in yours before she bids you farewell. Watching as she leaps onto her horse with such ease before setting off. You watch Robin through the window until you can no longer see her and all are left are fresh horse tracks in the snow. As you turn from the window you see the tea platter still set on the table. Letting out a defeated sigh you make your way to bring it to the kitchen yourself.

The afternoon sets smoothly as usual. After the minor cleaning from the drawing room, you find yourself in your room to write in your diary. Usually, an evening activity but the thoughts racing through your mind warrant an entry. After speaking with Robin, you must find a way to get to Boston without your husband knowing you are back in the city. Scanning the script from last night’s entry and feeling the same fresh wound stab once more. The feeling of betrayal sits heavily on your stomach causing more bile to sit in your throat. Choking in a sharp breath you think of the possibilities.

Leaving the men here is optimally the best you can think of. They can’t go back to the big house because that will be a give-away that you are no longer in Pelican Town. Letting them leave could cause them trouble in one way or another and you don’t feel right to just fire them because you had decided to leave. Getting the train ticket will prove easy enough seeing as there is not really any reason for the purchase to get back to your husband. You worry the possibility of him keeping his eye on your from afar. That he has sent word for the ticket master to keep a watchful eye for you and send him word should you leave the town.

Being in Boston will be a whole separate issue once you arrive. Praying that the lawyer will aid you in your struggle is the main thing you are focused on. The voice in your mind speaks to itself as you worry.

But once arriving in the city what will I do? I have money, yes. I have forced this issue faster than Mr. Acunin or his associate might have planned for. I don’t even know how long divorce proceedings take! For god’s sake, get your act together before you give yourself an ulcer!

“Ma’am?” Haleys voice breaks you from your thoughts with a start. Gasping in shock and sitting straight against your writing desk, pen falling to the pages below.

“Yes? What is it? You frightened me terribly!”

“Apologies. I have no other way to say this but Doctor-“ You cut her off by standing suddenly. Chair scraping against the wooden floor.

“Send the doctor away I have no wish to speak to him.” Your tone turns from startled to irritated and angry in the fraction of a second. Haley wishing to be spared from your ire speaks with her hands in front of her.

“I tried that ma’am. He said that he knows that you are in and that he must speak with you.”

“Then tell him that I am sick or asleep or anything else that you can think of to keep him from my sight.”

“I said that you were asleep already.”

“And?”

“He said that he will wait and sat himself in the drawing room.”

“Surely he did.” Spitting your reply as you make haste towards the drawing room. Heavy footsteps clobber against the floorboards as you make your way down the stairs. Feet falling hard against the floor of the hall. As you approach the threshold your furious march ceases. You watch as the back of his head as he registers that it is you before making a sudden standing to whip in your direction.

You thought in this moment that you would be ferociously angry, bordering on violent. He pushed his way into your home after all that has happened. And yet when you look at him you see him. He is as miserable as you in this moment, his face shows it more than your own. His eyes were dark, and his hair messy as though he tried to piece himself together. Your anger melted into sadness upon seeing him. You felt as though the wooden floor you were standing upon was going to swallow you whole.

“Darling.” He speaks softly. Like his voice was trying to climb its way out of his throat but he forced it down.

You can hear Haley catch up behind you looking to her quickly as she gives you a tight-lipped smile. You willed your legs to move anywhere but where you were currently. The soles of your feet felt glued to the ground making you unable to move as you watch him take his first step towards you.

“Doctor Sullivan I am not receiving visitors at the moment. I am going to ask you to leave please.” You force your voice to be as even as possible. You had hoped it sounded harsh against his ears and prompted him to leave you.

“Please, I just need to explain to you what I was saying yesterday.” Harvey pleads to you as he walks closer to where you are standing. You watch each of his feet fall against the floor in a light pat as steps closer to you. Small steps as to not push any boarders.

“Will you let me speak with you? Privately.” Harvey continues his movement until he reaches only an arms distance, his eyes flicking to Haley then back to you. As you stare up at him chest heaving from the tightness of your dress mixed with the pace of which you arrived. You stopped breathing as he takes a final step forward. Harvey’s eyes meeting your own as he beseeches you.

“Please, my love, let me speak to you.” Haley gasps behind you and tugs the back of your dress. You pay her no mind as you continue to make eye contact with the doctor who now stands nearly brushing against you.

“My love? What does he mean by ‘my love’?” Haley rushes you into your room. Your shaking hands grip the post of your bed. You lungs are tight as you try to breathe.

“Get this thing off of me!” You yell as you begin to claw your dress in attempt to free you from the heavy winter wool. Haley comes to your aid attempting to loosen the ties of your bodice.

“Do not dodge me! What changed that he calls you my love?” Haley sounds angry as she speaks to you in a harsh voice.

“We both have our secrets Haley. Do not start with this. My heart is broken at the moment, and I do not wish for you to make it worse.” Your own voice come through as though it may as well been shaking with you.

“May I speak frankly, ma’am?” She stops tugging on you to let her hands fall to her side.

“For God’s sake I wish you would. Hurry and get this thing off of me!” She lifts her hands to your back once more.

“I’m trying, you need to stop moving!” She tugs at the ties a little more aggressively and pulls the last of the lacing free. “I need you to breathe!” She spins you towards her.

“Look at me.” Turning your head to meet her eye with her hand. “Did you fall in love with Harvey?”

You choke a sob upon seeing her face, “Yes.”

“Fool.”

“I beg your pardon?” The tears that were threating to fall dry within a single second.

“Tell me what happened.”

“I will tell me as soon as you tell me what happened with your gentleman.” Haley looks shocked as she falls silent.

“He said he doesn’t love me.”

“Oh Haley. I’m sorry.”

“No, do not apologize. I am 23 years old and I can handle myself with ease. I will be alright.”

“I do not apologize for that. I say sorry because I fear I have forced it from you when you were not ready to tell me.”

“I wasn’t. It happened the night we were in town. He said he was glad I was there and that he has something most important to tell me. So I came into his home and he informed me that our relationship could not continue. That is all I have to say about it as of now.”

“Haley.”

“Please. I do not want to hear you speak another apology.”

“That wasn’t what I was to say.”

“Then continue.”

“I want you to come with me to leave Pelican Town and go back to Boston.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Yes, and I want you by my side.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you will.”

“But my sister.”

“Emily is 30 years old. There should be no reason for you to stay here. She has a job just as you do and is fully capable.”

“I don’t think we’ve ever left each other before.”

“Go home and talk to your sister. Let me know your answer come tomorrow.”

“But what of the evening?”

“I think I can dress myself for one evening. Go, and I will see you in the morning.”

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Treatment

Chapter 6

Harvey/ unnamed afab!reader

2nd pov

3,005 words

trigger warnings: reader is diagnosed with hysteria, mentions of depression, cheating/ adultery, doctor/ patient relationship, mentions of infertility

smut tags: No smut in this one sorry peeps

notes: i do have this posted on ao3 if you'd prefer to read it there.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

“What news do you bring me of my husband?” Your nerves now on high.

“Would you prefer if it was delivered to you in the form of good or poor news?” He asks after you motion for him to sit. He sits himself in the same spot he was seated before your arrival. Setting his hat on the table he beings,

“Both, I would imagine. What could you possibly say that would support both good and poor news?” Taking a cup of tea for yourself and letting the gentleman to retrieve his own should he want.

“You see, you have more than enough claim to divorce your husband. I found plenty of documents proving your husband’s fault.” He speaks with agency. He sounds very proud and keen in his profession to hold himself the way he does.

He produced the same leather crafted satchel from his hip. Opening the flap he digs pointedly, as if looking for the correct bundle of papers. He took several pages held together in a large envelope from the large opening. Handing it over to you, you open the large paper flap with care. You read the first the pages singularly. Each titled with misdoings by your husband, but the one that captures your attention was a detailed encounter of trailing him.

‘2nd of September 1892. [Suspected Affair]

Left home by 9:00 AM. Caught a coach to ride further into city.

10:23 AM met with a woman [Madaline Jacobson]. On Markers Street. Unable to decern conversation topics. Woman led him into the proprietors dwelling.

11:07 Emerged from dwelling wherein he rapidly departed via coach once more.

12:16 Luncheon with colleagues in restaurant located on 13th street.

1:10 Set coach towards workplace.

6:10 Left from work to return home, no longer seen for the evening.

Upon further investigation of the dwelling entered; it was a simple house for ladies. The women inside offered no speculation as to any prostitution that may be fostered on the property. Spoke with Madaline Jacobson for her details of the conversation in question, offered little to no information regarding the subject. All that was said is that he frequents often and when broached to the matter of duration she noted that he’d been visiting for nearly two years.

End of day.’

You lay the paper down before the man and ask him if he had anymore documents relating to the whorehouse. His eyes sparked with light as he points to a page further in the stack that you were holding. Cycling through the pages until you come across the tattered paper. The second of the pages cleanly typed or transcribed from handwritten notes to allow them to be more easily read through.

‘17th of October 1892. [Markers Street House]

Interview with Evelyn Bushell.

I: How long have you been seeing this gentleman?

E: Around six month now. Why should it matter to you?

I: I wished to understand your connection to him. I assure you there will be no consequences to you for your cooperation with my questioning.

E: How can I be sure of that?”

I: I am a man of my word. Please do tell me.

E: When he first started arriving on a regular basis he came only once every two month or so. He would explain that his wife couldn’t perform her duties and relied on an outside source so to speak to help make for the loss.’

You stop reading for a moment to choke on the air within your throat. Sputtering an apology to the man. He had told others of your faults that you had no control over. And the others that he told of this curse was with a whore no doubt. With your eyes becoming misty you continue reading.

‘I: So you were aware of his wife since the beginning?

E: We all did. He offered us great money for the person who would help him conceive an heir.

I: Sounds almost regal when you say it in such a manner.

E: It felt strange at first. Being propositioned to carry a bastard child for him, however he offered 20 dollars a week for the rest of our lives to who may do it. Who are we to turn down that sort of money?

I: So how long did it take before he would conceived a child out of wedlock?

E: You see, that’s the thing. He hadn’t. He started with Mary. He settled with Mary for a number of months before he berated her for having the same affliction as his wife. He moved on to Edith, then Margaret. He was still finding that he would not father this child. That was until he met Jane. Within a span of a month, he was visiting nearly twice a week.

I: When did the increase of visitation happen?

E: Around a year or so. When he met Jane and increased his visitations, she fell pregnant. He was overjoyed. None of us had seen him with that mirth. Only then after just six weeks Jane was stricken ill and left us.

I: By left us you mean?

E: Tuberculosis.

I: I see.

E: Yes, we miss her dearly, even still. That was nearly 10 month ago.

I: How did the gentleman respond to her passing?

E: Anger mainly. He decided to double his efforts then. Thus you have Madaline and myself.

I: Still no pregnancy?

E: None of us have it in us to tell him that he is likely unable. Janes pregnancy couldn’t even be known if the babe where even to be his. The woman had a penance for money as though she never had any. She would work the most of us some nights. Who is to say that whatever child she held was his, but she would make him believe it so.

I: This has been truly informative. Should you ever need my services do not hesitate to call upon me.

E: Thank you.

End of Interview’

Placing the page down against the table. That is all you can stomach to read for now. You stare past the man, mind running faster than you can seem to keep up with it.

‘It had never been your fault?’ You think to yourself. ‘You had no barren womb as you’ve been scolded time and time again. You were not the gods’ failure.’ Anger began to burn hot against your mind. The countless months as you watched your menstruation cycle begin to feel the disappointment. Especially knowing that you would have to tell your husband that yet another month and you were still without child.

With more force than intended you slam the pages against the table by the others and stand abruptly. Suddenly feeling hot, like your blood was boiling in your veins you call for Haley. The nothing yet but tea in your stomach rose like a vile rat coming to surface in the sewers. Haley is by your side quickly after hurried steps make their way from the kitchen. Placing her hand on your forehead and steadying your elbow in the other.

“Sir, thank you for bringing these in. I will have to look to them further at a later point. I must apologize I am feeling quite unwell as of this moment. Should you excuse me, one of my men will show you out.”

“Yes of course. These are for you to keep for yourself. I have my own copies for Mr. Acunin to examine. I would sense just from what you read alone will be enough of a case in your favor.”

Taking the pages from the table and bringing them to your room with the company of Haley by your side you haphazardly toss them upon the writing desk in your room.

“Haley, I would like for you to call for Robin tomorrow. I wish to speak with her about what I have just read.”

“Ma’am, what happened? Are you alright?” She asks with genuine concern as she approaches you from behind.

“No, I’m not alright. My heart is broken, I feel as though I cannot breathe, my dress on me feels like I am going to suffocate inside of it at any moment!”

With this you begin to weep. All these months and you have never cried for the life that you left behind. You’ve been angry, hurt, sad but you had yet to cry. As though your mind and soul were making for the lost year, you shed tears that were strikingly hot; and they pushed past your cheeks as though they were attempting to race the other. As your shoulders shook in anguish you feel Haley’s arms wrap around your shoulders. More weight around you helps ease the turbulence of your mind. The tears in your eyelashes made for them to be stuck together under the weight. Attempting to look at Haley to offer your gratitude you can see she had begun to cry with you.

“Why do you cry?” You ask, voice wavering.

“I feel your suffering and I hate to see you like this.” She responds while holding your hug tighter.

“Do not feel pity for me Haley, it only makes me feel worse.” A hiccup escapes you after.

“No pity.” She speaks your name when she releases her hold on you. Causing you to look at her face.

“I feel no pity for you. Sympathy. Please, tell me what has happened.” Temporarily regaining your ability of rational thought, you point to the lightly colored wooden desk. Haley steps away from your bedside. The weight of her comfort was missed dearly as you look upon her. Haley began to lift the papers for her to read. Scanning each of the pages much as you did before coming back to your side. She hands you a particular stack of papers.

The short and wide half piece of paper on top read ‘Western Union’ on the top in large easy to discern script. The yellowish paper addressed to your husband reads as:

Western Union Telegram

DL from Pelican Town 4th of March 1892

Progress notes sent by mail. Will keep informed of any notes in the future.

Doctor Harvey Sullivan

You blink in confusion. Looking up to Haley, she locks eyes on you before she nods her head to you ushering you to keep reading.

Western Union Telegram

DL from Pelican Town 13th of May 1892

Remarkable progress shown by wife. 10 weeks. Need of written or verbal consent to continue treatment should want be desired.

Doctor Harvey Sullivan, MD

Reading through each of the correspondence Harvey sent to your husband. Your eyebrows raise in surprise.

Western Union Telegram

DL from Pelican Town 23rd of June 1892

Your wife’s 16-week treatment course is complete. Should you find time to collect you are most welcome to visit.

Doctor Harvey Sullivan

Western Union Telegram

DL from Pelican Town 4th of July 1892

Sir, response is necessary for the dissolution of treatment. Respond by Friday 8 July.

Doctor Harvey Sullivan, MD

Western Union Telegram

DL from Pelican Town 13th of July 1892

To allow your wife to stay here is choice. It is your property, should you keep her here is your decision to make. Treatment is no longer necessary for your wife’s condition.

-Mailed notes, detailed each visit. Should you request second copies I will oblige.

Doctor Harvey Sullivan, MD

Western Union Telegram

DL from Pelican Town 18th of September 1892

Good to hear from you. Your wife is well and has recently decided that she prefers to stay here [interpretation by friends].

Perhaps a visit from her nephews will lift her spirits during lonesome days.

Doctor Harvey Sullivan, MD

You find no other telegrams. Setting down the papers onto the layered coverings of the bed you allow Haley to sit beside you once more. The tears from just a short time ago have long since faded and you are left with a similar type of anger that you felt before. Only this time not only was it directed at the man whom you were wed but the man that helps occupy your bed.

“We are to go back into town.” You speak flatly.

“Are you sure ma’am?” She speaks with shock.

“Quite. I need to speak with my doctor regarding the treatments I have been receiving for nearly the last 25 weeks. You read that as well as I did, correct?” You pick the telegrams into your hands while scanning them over once more.

“In that he said your treatment was completed in July?”

“June, so I did read that correctly. We are to go into town. You may accompany me to Doctor Harvey if you so wish, but I will be fine on my own once we go. Today is Sunday so the clinic will not be open.”

“I will have the boys prepare the horses.”

“Very good Haley and thank you.”

Creaking the door open to the clinic was odd. This was certainly more than an ordinary visit. Remembering just eight hours prior how Harvey held you in his arms as you woke together for the first time. You reminisce on each kiss you shared that morning after you were stolen from sleep. You can still feel the remnants of his spend, which this morning felt wholesome but now feels nauseating.

Bracing yourself as you take each stair at a time. The pages of one-sided telegrams held securely in your purse. Reaching the final step towards the door to his apartment you let out a deep sigh. Knocking politely before you hear a startled shuffle on the other side. Opening the door with hesitancy you see Harvey visibly relax once he sees that it is you.

“My darling, what a pleasant surprise! I was sure I was not going to see you until Wednesday!” Harvey says joyfully opening his door all the way to allow you to enter.

“Hello Harvey.” He leans in to offer you a kiss to which pains you to turn your head on his advancement. You use the excuse of placing your hand muff onto the table beside his door.

“What has you troubled my love? You look despondent.” He once again tries his affection by this time attempting to take your hands. Quickly smoothing your hands over your dress front to opening your purse to retrieve the telegrams to show Harvey. Folding the pages between your hands before he can see them so you may speak.

“I need to speak with you about something quite serious. I wish for you to be most honest with me.”

“You have me frightened.”

“I am most frightened here Harvey.” He stares at you with concern mixed with confusion written on his face. You hand him the telegrams. He takes them in his hands before the mask of whatever he was wearing breaks. The hard lines of his forehead fade instantly as he realizes what you had just placed into his hands.

“Where on Earth did you get these?” He asks. Pushing them back towards you as though they had burnt him.

“Harvey, I told you that I was to divorce my husband. My attorney hired a private detective to collect information of my husbands wrong doings. To find him at fault so that way I am eligible for remarriage!” You gather the pages in your hands. Picking through each of them, examining them for the third time as to truly not miss any information.

“I don’t understand why you have these specifically.”

“They were included with the rest of the documents that I was delivered this morning by the detective.”

“Is this why you’ve come to see me so soon then.”

“I will state it plainly. My intentions for this visit was for me to read my own progress notes.”

Harvey is silent for nearly a minute before answering. “I’m sorry, I cannot let you read them.”

“And why might that be.”

“I was told that I was only to share progress notes with the doctor of the initial diagnosis and your husband.”

“I need to see them no Harvey. This is no laughing manner. I wish to read these for good reason.”

“I am sure there is a perfect reason for you to want to read these, but I am sorry I am bound to not share them with you.”

“Gods damn you Harvey!” You expel in anger. The shock on his face turns to slight disbelief. “It is my information and now I am to demand to read the notes that were written on behalf of my wellbeing in regards to a mental illness that I never had!”

“My heart, I know you are upset. Please there is no need to curse.”

“Do not.” Your anger is beginning to turn quiet.

“Do not?”

“Do not call me that. Do. Not. Call me anything of the sort. I need to know if my husband has any ground to prove me in anyway incapacitated. I need to know if he will convince the state that I am insane based from the information that my doctor has shared with him.”

“It is like you hardly know me. I could never do such a thing, say such a thing!”

“Oh, can you not? I have come to learn that you have been trying to send me home since May. Is this not true?” Harvey has nothing to say as you lay the first 10-week telegram on the table.

“Or perhaps it was then in July when you tried to send me home once more.” Placing the second sheet on top of the other.

“Could it be that I am right in being wary of you seeing since this telegram here says that my treatment was concluded. June 23rd to today January 15th. There have been a total of 57 treatments and yet no word that they were concluded. I learn that my husband, who has abandoned me mind you, has been frequenting the city’s whorehouse; and I learn that the man that I had fallen in love with has lied to me, purposely, for months. All in the same day. Within nearly the same hour.”

“I have an explanation. Please do listen, I have a reason I promise.”

“Yes, I will happily listen.” Harvey who is clearly of anxious mind begins to attempt to speak before you hold your hand to him yielding him to stop.

“I shall only listen to you if you allow me to read my own progress notes.”

Harvey grips your hand that was put in front of him as he speaks your name so weakly. “I cannot let you read the notes.”

“Then, Doctor Sullivan, I believe we are finished.” His eyes open wide as you stare at him. Eyes glassy and face devoid of emotion and you gently pull your hand free of his.

“You’ve never called me- “

“That is correct. And in the hate I feel for you in this moment will warrant the coolness that you shall receive from me from this moment forward. I am to return to the city with or without my husband’s permission. Since my treatment has been concluded, I have no reason to stay.”

“Have you no reason to stay?”

“No longer is there a reason for one.”

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Treatment

Chapter 5: Grateful Greetings

Harvey/ unnamed afab!reader

2nd pov

about 4k words

trigger warnings: reader is diagnosed with hysteria, mentions of depression, cheating/ adultery, doctor/ patient relationship, mentions of infertility

smut tags: fingering, cunnilingus, piv, birthday sex

notes: i do have this posted on ao3 if you'd prefer to read it there.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Three more weeks have passed, and winter was beginning to feel frightening. The thick heavy snow fell in heaps along the country roads. The fresh snow of the overnight storm that you received weighed down the tops of the trees. Small branches now snapped clean from their larger predecessor. The smallest of which littered the land in front of the cottage. White dense snow had reached the top of your porch and winter had just begun. The coast offered no reprieve from the snow, but from the cold offering a sticky humidity combined with a fiendish tendency towards teasing, with the weather of course.

Today is Harvey’s birthday and you haven’t much to offer him these days. With the snow coming in “unseasonably quickly” the ability to gain even the basic grocer items remained unfulfilled. With that fact known to you it is also assumed that you would be unable to obtain a present for him as well.

‘I would still prefer to see him today at the very least, even if the weather not be permitting.’ However today is not a day for you to typically see the gracious doctor instead opting for Haley to chaperone you into town.

“Hello again, Haley.” You spoke to her as she entered your room for the second time this morning. First was to stoke the fire and bring breakfast. The second time she enters is to dress you warmly for your first excursion into town during the winter season.

“Ma’am are you sure you would like to into the village in such weather?” She speaks questioningly as she begins to pull the newly purchased heated dress from the armoire. Pulling the layers of coverings from your body and feeling the cold wood under your feet. The cool of the air is making its way across your arms as you stand to move closer to the fire.

“You had come from there, had you not?” Holding hands towards the flames to smooth them over your arms in an attempt to warm them.

“Yes, and I do feel that traveling was not the most comfortable!” She exclaims. Coming closer, feel making a distinctive tap from the heel of her boot.

“Hmm, but it is Doctor Harvey’s birthday, and I would very much like to offer him my thanks after all these months of his expertise.” Offering to let her help you fully dress.

“I see, ma’am, what do you plan on bringing him?”

“We still have bottles of wine, do we not?”

“Yes, we do. Shall I have for one of the boys to fetch one for you?”

“That is not necessary, I will pick one out myself but thank you.”

As she finishes tying up your woolen dress you make your way towards the door to exit your room.

“Ma’am I would suggest you take one of the horses into town, the snow is quite deep.”

“I understand Haley, I would prefer the walk I think.”

“You insist on making my life ever more difficult, don’t you?”

“What fun it would be! I should do nothing but keep you on your toes Haley!” She laughs and you smile along with her. “Have my coal warmers and bottles ready for us before we leave.” Haley nods in understanding.

The kitchen is small, and it makes sense for it to. This is not a grand house even if it were lavish in other regards. The place belonged to your husband’s grandfather but through your inheritance from your father it was built upon. You remember the construction of the building not so long ago. Within the first six month of your marriage, you came to visit, and both seemingly decided that what was available to you was much too small. Even after putting in a small fortune into the cottage, you worry that your husband sill owns the title to the land. Should you divorce, would you even receive this property? After several seasons of construction, you were pleased with the additions made to the already standing building. You would truly hate to never see this place again.

Shaking your head free from the thoughts you look to the larder.

‘Wine isn’t typically kept in here, is it?’ Opening the door on its hinges you find yourself to be correct. There is in fact no wine kept in the larder. What you find instead is an array of cheeses, meats and various other vegetables. No doubt for upcoming meals. You procure a slab of cheese, some dried meats and a few fruits. Making your way back to the foyer you see Haley standing by the entrance.

“Haley, do not laugh at me. Where do I find the wine here?” You straighten your posture.

A large smile gathers on her face as she answers, “Down the stairs in the cellar ma’am.” Your smile fades as you realize how stupid you’ve been for just a moment.

“Ahh! Of course. I knew that of course!” You try to reason with yourself as you turn towards the cellar. Casks line the walls as storage of dried and pickled fruits and vegetables filled storage chests towards the center of the room. Opening one of the first chests you find preserved green beans. Grabbing the jar and looking it over the lighting in here makes it difficult to look over perfectly but you add it to your carrying basket nonetheless. The rows of wine lines the shelf like it has never been empty. Eyeing over several of the dark bottles there is a plum wine that captures your attention. Always being fond of plum, you add that next to the green beans. Turning finally to leave the stairs creek unevenly as they bare your weight upon them. Moving rapidly towards the bright light you reach the top of the stairs; you are greeted by Haley once more.

“Do remind me to never go down there again. Terrifying on the way up.” She giggles and offers to put your coals in your dress for you. With a thanks she opens the door and you begin your journey to town.

“How close are we?” You ask as your foot sinks into the snow once more. Nearly an hour of walking from your cottage into town and you had no idea these were the conditions she spoke of.

“Close, I would say in the next 10 minutes we should arrive.” She speaks as the once tied hair slips from her hat into her face. Brushing away the sun-colored wave from her face.

“You walked all the way to my home this morning in this?” You exclaimed.

“Gods no, I rode a horse. I offered for us to take the horses but you declined for a walk instead.”

“How foolish of me. Never let me do that again either. Next year, you should fight me over it!” You both laugh at the idea of her fighting you on the matter. The mood quickly shifts after the laughter lightened.

“Do you still expect to be here next year as well?” Haley looks at you with her eyebrows pushed together in concern.

“I do not know what to expect for next year. All I wish for is to be happy whatever may happen.”

She turns to face forward again as you continue to trudge through the snow. You can finally see the buildings of the town come into view. Trees that are typically full of the lush green leaves were lost weeks ago and were now covered in a beautiful sheen of white. The clouds over head hung over the sun blocking any light that mid-day would normally bring. As the brushed over streets begin to fall under foot you turn your head to Haley.

“Your beau lives in town here, yes?”

“Of course he does.” She answered in an obvious tone.

“Go to see him.” You spoke encouragingly. She whipped her head in your direction to make eye contact.

“You can’t mean that can you?” Excitement.

“Of course I can. Here, give me the basket and you be on your way.” She squeals giddily before slipping the basket over to your outstretched arm. Smiling as you see her scurry away you pull the basket close to your chest. Luckily for you the doctor’s clinic is not so far away from the towns edge. Giving one more passing glance up to the new darkening sky you twist the knob to enter the clinic. Tapping each of your shoes outside of the threshold before fully entering.

Doctor Harvey is alone today. You have come to learn that the best days to visit him without being interrupted by his nurse. Harvey speaks a quick “Welcome.” With his back faced away from the door.

“Hello Doctor Harvey. Do you happen to be priorly engaged this morning?” As soon as he heard your voice, he turns on his heels so quickly he knocks his spectacles loose. You give him a half-stifled laugh as he rights himself against the counter. Now that you were indoors you felt the prickles of cold push against your skin even through the layer of wool and cotton. Cheeks burning as he gazed upon you, eyes trailing from toes to top.

“I am not, and you came just before I closed the clinic. What impeccable timing you have.” You look to him confusion and he continues to speak.

“Would you care to join me upstairs?” He opens the door behind the desk to scramble and open the main door to the hallway for you. Upon closer inspection asks.

“Did you walk here?”

“I did.” You look up to the tall man to make eye contact.

“Why on Earth would you do that?”

“Truthfully, I didn’t expect the snow to be so high nor the walk so long because of it.”

“My love, why would you do such a thing?” He speaks exasperated ushering you up the stairs to the one room apartment. After entering the much warmer environment, you motion to remove your hat and hand muffs.

“Why would you think I would come all this way?” He looks down to your basket. Seemingly making the connection as he takes your coat.

“Happy Birthday darling.” You speak softly as he drapes your cloak over his arm. You lean up to him and he matches your movement as your lips touch. You feel his warmth seep into your skin before you pull away.

“Gods, you are frozen through. Come here.” Harvey sits you on his couch nearest to his Franklin Stove. He offers a quick apology for the lack of warmth, and you wave him off. Sitting beside you he wraps an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer. Closing your eyes and leaning into his embrace. Matching your breathing together you rest in one another’s touch for several moments. The feeling coming back to your fingers and toes allow for you to have full range of motion. The plush midgrade cushion beneath you beckons to you for sleep. Deciding to fight against the call you unravel his arms from you. Grunting in dissatisfaction while watching you move across the floor.

The basket you brought was obtained from the table. Picking the weaved wicker by the handle to place neatly against his lap. He looks into the basin to investigate its contents. You look to him to gauge his reactions and see that his eyes have turned glassy. You watch as his hands turn over each jar and bottle, smell the cheese, taste the fruit before he leans his head back. His eyes closed as he reaches a hand up and push his spectacles to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Harvey?” You ask hesitantly. He doesn’t move and it prompts you to speak again.

“I apologize, I know it’s not much. I attempted to find something I know you like. If you don’t enjoy something like these, I will absolutely find you something better in the future.” You start your statement by looking at him but slowly turning your head to face down toward your lap. You’re startled when he places his hand onto the ones on your lap.

“Thank you. This is perfect.” Harvey slightly squeezes your hand. You look to him. The light from the window being cast behind him makes him look like he has a glow. Glancing outside you see the soft flakes falling in a gentle stride.

“I have not received a single gift since I moved to Pelican Town.” You focus your eyes back to Harvey to see him looking into the basket once more.

“Not a single one?” You speak softly. “How long have you lived in Pelican Town?”

Harvey’s eyes begin to water. You are not quite sure if they are tears of appreciation or sadness.

“Nearly eight years.” He answered with nearly equal volume as you. “I turned 34 today. Aside from Mayor Lewis and Maru, you are the only person who even given me birthday wishes.”

Harvey’s silent tears freely escaped from his eyes, lining his cheeks in wet streaks.

“I have one more surprise for you, my love.” He sniffles attempting to compose himself. You hand him a folded letter that you received in the mail late last week. Unfolding the pages with tender grasp you watch his eyes read each line. Reaching the middle of the note you see his eyebrows raise and breath hitch. With faster eyes you watch him read the letter flipping the page over to continue. You watch as he flips the page for a second time. Then a third.

“You?” He speaks after minutes.

“Me?” You respond back immediately.

“You are going to get a divorce?” Harvey takes a long pause. Eventually breathing a deep breath after holding one for some time. “Are you getting a divorce for me?”

“Not only you, but meeting has exacerbated the issue. There is more that I need to do to be granted this.”

Is this what you’ve been keeping from me?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, my darling. I know I am not the most exciting man, but you make me so ever happy. This very well may be the most impressive, thoughtful, invoking gift I have ever received.” You giggle while holding up the bottle of wine.

“Best news comes with some wine. A doctor told me once that wine was good for you.” Harvey laughs at your statement with mirth.

“You know, on a physiological level, I wouldn't advise the consumption of alcohol.” He lets his words trail off for a moment before continuing, “But there's no denying the benefit of relaxing and enjoying a glass of fine wine.”

As Harvey stands to make way to the kitchen you stand along with him. Making way to the window closest to his desk you glare out the panes. The snow is coming down more steadily now. The delicate flakes now coming down in rounder globs as the sky was growing even darker still. This time of day is when you would see someone from the town, namely Shane, round each of the streetlamps. You don’t see the town’s resident drunk lighting the posts.

Harvey comes to stand beside you and you stare out the window together. Handing you the glass of plum wine you take a sip at the same time.

“Why hasn’t Shane lit the streetlamps yet? Surely it is just a light snow this evening. I read the almanac just to be sure!” You say to Harvey after he drapes his arm over your shoulders to draw you in close to him. He rests the side of his cheek against the top of your head.

“We must be having a bigger snow than you think if the lamps aren’t being lit.” You can feel his jaw move with every word spoken.

“Then I suppose I must go before it becomes too wicked.” You say after taking another sip from the glass. Looking down into the barely touched drink and swirling it a few times.

“Or you get snowed in by me. Stay.” Harvey says. Drawing himself from you just enough to see your whole face. He stares at you for whole seconds searching your eyes with his own pleading. Idolatry written on his face as though it was painted there for you to see.

“Harvey, you and I both know I shouldn’t. Not when we can do this properly.”

“I know it. After what you said after meeting your lawyer’s detective, I can’t have the thought leave my brain. I wish to know desperately how it is to wake with you in my arms after a night of embrace.”

“You make it terribly difficult to say no to you. You know this don’t you?”

“I hope, wish and pray for it daily. For you to adore me as completely as I do you.”

“Then let the Gods have answered your prayers, for that be it true for me as it you.”

Kissing Harvey felt like a true second nature. The way his lips felt so completely right and perfect. How he smells and tastes offers a kind of comfort unknown to you until you met him. Fell for him. Loved him. Your Harvey, and yours alone.

As the kiss deepened your hands as greedy as ever, found themselves exploring the planes of his chest. Signing deeply, he pulled you closer to where his couch is once more. Glasses of wine forgotten on the brown windowsill. He sits you down on the cushions again only this time instead of sitting beside you, you hear his knees pop as he falls to them. Touching the outside of your legs through your dress in circles. He looks up to you.

“I am wearing long underwear today for our walk, plus today is not the day for you to administer- Oh! Harvey!” Without a second care he pulled the tied ribbon of the waist free to shimmy down the underwear. Giving several kisses to the plush insides of your thighs he speaks, “I love wine, but I prefer this more any day.”

“Don’t be vulgar!” You giggle. You can feel his mouth make the connection as his tongue lade against your mound. Hissing in approval you will your legs to accommodate for his broad shoulders. Offering subtle moans in the wake of his skilful appendage. He began something new at the beginning of this week and it seems to be his favorite thus far. He makes a near slurping against you that as you hear it sounds utterly repulsive but offers such sweet solace it makes you lurch against the seat.

Hand already weaved into his hair your hips begin to rock onto his face at a steady pace. Calling his name quietly with cries of thanks he enters two fingers simultaneously and pulling your left leg onto his shoulder. Angling your hips further down after motioning for you to reach further to the edge of the couch. As your legs began to shake and his tongue increased in vigor, you clutched his hair with both hands relishing in the feeling of him.

You are broken out of your trance of pleasure when the bell by his door rings. Detaching himself from you slowly enough that you feel the suction of his lips disappear. Groaning in unfulfillment you prop yourself to your elbows as you watch Harvey straighten his hair and run his hand over his dampened moustache. After pulling on his doctor’s coat, you make eye contact before he can be heard making his way down the stairs.

After willing yourself to your feet you approach the door he just left from and hear voices from down the stairs. A woman’s voice to be specific. You can hear Haley before you can see her as she makes seemingly pushes her way past Harvey to reach you. As she gets closer you decide to run back over to the couch and hide your forgone underwear beneath the couch you were just laying on. You panic as you think of a plan of what to explain to her, you grab the glasses of wine in your hand to bring them back to the table in front of the couch. Holding your glass in hand as she made her way close to you.

Out of breath she spoke, “Ma’am, It is time for us to go. The snow is coming down harder than we thought this morning. We need to leave if we’re going to make it home.”

As you open your mouth to speak Harvey seemed to understand your plan even if you fully hadn’t.

“I’m sorry Miss Haley. Unfortunately, your lady here has had a little too much to drink as you can see. To be truthful it was my fault. She brough the wine and I asked her to drink with me. I had no idea, you see, that she was of such delicate constitution.” You mocked a hiccup and giggled. Cheeks flushed red for a different reason entirely.

“As you can see, she should not travel back out like this. I would never forgive myself if anything were to happen to either of you?”

Haley seems startled by Doctor Harvey’s direct approach of telling you not to leave.

“What do you propose then doctor?” She speaks carefully.

“I have beds downstairs should both of you wish to stay the remainder of the nigh. If you so wish.”

“Doctor Harvey, you know I need to check on my sister.” She trails off.

“Then by all means, go home Miss Haley. I am her doctor; you have my word she will be given the best treatment these two hands can giver her. I will be completely attentive and with my word that she will be right as rain- well snow- come morning.” You cringe at his words but know that he means every each one of them.

“I do suppose you’re right. I will come back tomorrow. Doctor, are you sure there is nothing I can do to help?” She looks from you to him. Harvey shakes his head and offers to walk her back. Although she declines, he walks her downstairs. Upon his return he looks you over after you finished lighting the last of the lamps.

“Looks like I am all yours for the evening.” You say to him, “Now help me get this blasted dress off!”

Come morning you were awakened by the worst noise you think you had ever heard. A loud blaring bell adorned the clock sitting against the wall where Harvey lays sleeping. You awaken to his baren arms wrapped fully around your torso as he stirs to relieve your ears.

“What in the blazes is that thing?” You ask with a whisper, voice heavy with rudely roused sleep.

“My alarm clock.” He speaks plainly.

“What time is it?” You can’t find the will to open your eyes.

“6 o’clock.” Groaning in response you let your head rest further against his bare chest feeling the wispy chest hairs tickle your cheek and nose. It’s been a long time since you were held after a night of amorous exchange and even longer since it felt exciting to be held.

“My darling, why do you let that thing wake you so early? Your clinic doesn’t open until 9:00.”

“I always wake this early, I let the alarm go off this morning especially for this. I wanted to enjoy holding you close.” You smile and bring your whole body closer to his. To feel more of your skin soak up the warmth of his knowing that once you leave this safety it will not happen again. Let alone the cold that was guaranteed once you inevitably part from his embrace.

In moving your body closer to his you feel a prod against your lower meeting. Gasping in surprise, you contemplate.

It takes very little deciding. Removing your left hand from around his back you pull it to rest between you. You advance forth letting your hand snake down his naked torso. Feeling the soft hot skin of the base of him you tenderly wrap your fingers around him. With your head pressed so close you have heard his heartrate increase steadily before the breath got caught in his throat. Easing your hand to the tip of him in languid strokes his breath comes through shaky. You feel the tip of him press prominently against the front of your own desire causing excitement to rush through you.

“Good morning Harvey.” You place soft pecking kisses between his pectorals. Your right hand that lay beneath you comes free to place itself on the lower part of his stomach. Still guiding him in a slow unhurried progress against his intimate skin; he holds you tighter. Kissing the top of your head as his hips begin to match your pace. On each stroke back and forth you move in gentle tandem.

“My it must still be my birthday if this is the treatment I receive.” His voice was scarcely above a whisper when he spoke to you.

“Only the best for my Harvey.” You reply with a minute tightening in your grip. He moans in response before holding your hand to pause your movement.

“Would you be horribly opposed to receiving me?”

“As if I could say no to you.” Harvey smiles.

The light from day is slowly working its way up the horizon to fill the room. Winter usually casts a soft glow from the clouds blocking the sun, but on this morning. With this man, the sun has no clouds to cover its face. The sun streaking its first rays through the windows and dances its way across the floor.

Harvey moves to lift your left leg and hook it onto his arm. Using the hand still planted on him you line him into you. Easing into you with earnest guileful momentum. Sighing in fullness and left over sensitivity from the lust you shared just hours ago. Harvey begins his full movements at last. Shallow advance to your openness. Moving your hand to rest on his chest once more. You feel his heart race beneath your palms as his hips meet your thighs on every entrance. Your soft moans muffled by his skin and the occasional kiss planted to his collar bone. As your leg began to tire and cramp from the lack of moisture in your body Harvey read your discomfort.

Releasing your leg while drawing himself from he nudges you to shift to your back. Obliging his request you turn. You can feel the weight of his mattress dip beneath his weight as his knees kneel before you. As you look up to him you see the light hit his back much like it had the day before and just as before he looks ethereal. Opening your legs to allow him to fit through. Harvey leans down to lock your lips together which you greedily reciprocate. After parting he leans down to your ear before speaking barely above a whisper.

“The brightness of your cheeks could shame the stars, my love.”

Your cheeks flush and you turn your head to face him to brush your lips over his once more. With one fluid movement Harvey enters you once more. Clutching around his neck he speaks to you again.

“I will not be able to last very long. You feel like heaven especially when just roused from sleep.” You tell him that whatever he can do will be more than willingly taken. Taking your verbal confirmation he began his hard decent into your canal. Stronger and quicker advancement called for bigger and louder thanks by you. Before the stilling moment of hips fully pressed to one another, lips tightly pushed to the others as though they will never be able to again.

Haley coming to Harvey’s door was little surprise. After lounging for a while longer you asked Harvey to help you dress. Which normally is not a traditionally romantic endeavor but as Harvey kisses your shoulders and your neck as he traces your sides with a minimally light touch. You can’t help but shiver by the thought as Mayor Lewis helps you into his carriage to bring you home. Taking one more glance to the clinic you see Harvey looking out the window as you are taken away. Haley breaks your concentration.

“Did you sleep well in the clinic last night?” Bringing your head to face forward before you respond to her.

“Surprisingly yes. Har- Doctor Harvey offered me plenty of fluids to recover well and kept the clinic well warmed.” You say while catching the eye of Mayor Lewis eavesdropping on your conversation.

“Of course that was a silly question. The doctor is very accommodating I should have known better.”

“Had you known that Doctor Harvey had not received a single gift in his time of being in this town?” You attempt to make conversation turn to a different direction. “When I approached him yesterday to offer him just a simple bottle of wine and pickled vegetables as thanks, the poor man was nearly in tears of gratitude. It breaks one’s heart to see one so low as such.” Haley has a clearly shocked face as you sit further on the bench to come closer to the Mayor.

“You would do well should you treat the only doctor for miles with kindness, Mayor. It seems he may be so very lonesome in that apartment. Do offer yourself as company on occasion. It would be a shame to lose him because of a lack of appreciation.” He mutters something under his breath in an irritated tone. Haley smiles to respond to his grumbling.

Without having to walk through the deep snow the travel time is reduced by over half. Reaching your accommodations within 30 minutes. Many thanks were given before reaching the inside of your home. As you stood in the foyer to remove your outside wear. Handing the boys the coal holder from your hand muff he takes it willingly to bring back to the kitchen. Walking to the drawing room to be greeted by a quick standing from the sofa in the middle of the room. The man who you know as Mr. Acunin’s associate pulls his hat from the table to hold to his front.

“Good day Missus.” He offers you in greeting.

“Can I help you, Sir?” You motion for tea to come in.

“No tea please, I will not be staying long. I just came to bring you news of your husband.”

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Treatment

Chapter 4: Visiting Strangers

Harvey/ unnamed afab!reader

2nd pov

I stopped keeping track of word count. About 3k

trigger warnings: reader is diagnosed with hysteria, mentions of depression, cheating/ adultery, doctor/ patient relationship, mentions of infertility

smut tags: fingering, cunnilingus, grinding, piv, heavy smut

notes: i do have this posted on ao3 if you'd prefer to read it there.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Correspondence with the lawyer was easy. You wrote to him explaining that you would be interested in receiving his services. You provided details of your marriage with your husband and explained that you weren’t entirely sure what sort of service he may be able to provide. Only a week later when you got your letter setting up a time for him to visit you. He is to visit Pelican Town on the second Monday after the start of winter. He explained that he would review the information you provided him and would retain more after your meeting. The start of winter was only one week away, and you needed to find something to bide your time while you wait for your meeting with him.

As the early setting sun had long since passed. The golden light fallen behind the trees making for you to light your lamps. Sitting at the small dark wooden desk with the letter still in your hand you hear a knock at the door.

‘Must be time for bed.’ You thought to yourself.

A quiet voice spoke, “Ma’am, may I come in?”

“Yes, Haley please do.” You spoke as you do your same evening ritual. You stood from the desk and made your way closer to the open area of the room. Old floorboards creaking under each step. Turning your back towards Haley she began to unlace your ties.

“I wish to speak to you for a moment.” She said after helping you remove the boning from your torso. She turned to rest the blasted thing in the armoire.

“Yes, of course is there anything I may help you with?” Following the typical routine, you sat on the stool that faced the mirror. Haley removed each hair pin allowing your hair to fall in sections to your back.

“I find myself in an odd predicament. I took your advice and I have been looking for happiness. My sister insisted upon it actually.” She spoke with trepidation as though she feared how you would react.

“Very good! I am glad to hear that, most truly.” As she brushes out your hair you could hear the stress in her voice before she began to speak again.

“I am to think that I may have to leave your employ.” So softly and with anxiety.

“Oh, Haley! What wonderful news, are you to be married already?” You turn to face her completely. You find her standing before you with a great smile etched into her fair cheeks. Her golden hair was tied meticulously while yours laid loosely around your neck and shoulders.

“Not yet, but soon. I was told by some others that he intends to propose in the coming week.” You stand, taking her hands and leading her to your bed for you both to sit.

“You will have to let me know when your wedding will be. I do hope you will allow me to attend.”

“Of course, I will have it no other way!” You both proceed to giggle like children as she tells you of her soon to be intended.

Two days have passed since your conversation with Haley, and you found yourself thinking while staring blankly at the books page in front of you. Eyes scanning the same paragraph repeatedly while you are unable to retain the words. Sighing you close the book unable to keep your thoughts quiet. You make your way over to the bookshelf slotting the novel back into its place. Slowly meandering back to the spot you were previously seated.

You spoke to yourself inside your head as though you were making conversation with yourself.

‘I do not know what to expect from this lawyer. I do not know if he can help me. Help me with what exactly? That is part of what I do not know. I still have yet to hear from my husband it’s almost like he is glad that I am gone. I did come here so quickly. The house hadn’t even been properly aired out yet before coming. It is odd how quickly he agreed that I should come away from him. I should have fought to stay, shouldn’t I? But then how will have you have met Harvey?’ Thoughts proceeded to be consumed by him, groaning you lay your hand to your forehead in hopes to stave off the coming headache.

“Ma’am?” One of the boys asked. Startled from your thoughts you jumped. You hadn’t even heard him enter.

“Yes?” You spoke breathlessly.

“There is someone here to see you.”

“Oh!” You stand. Running your hands down the front your dress. Walking over to the door you are greeted by a stranger. His brown hair and hazel eyes took you aback as you weren’t expecting company.

“Good day.” You spoke politely.

The gentleman removed his hat before he entered your home and was standing in your foyer looking around pleasantly. Mildly annoyed you cleared your throat, and it brought his attention back to you.

“Ah, yes. Good day. I am to assume you are the lady of the house.” He speaks matter-of-factly.

“I am, but I am sorry to inform you we are not entertaining solicitors presently.”

The man chuckles, “I am no solicitor ma’am. I have been sent her on behalf of Mr. Acunin.” The name catches your attention, and you offer a little more warmth to your voice compared to previously.

“I see, please do come in.” You motion for him to follow you before asking one of the boys to bring tea. After making the short walk to the drawing room you ask for him to sit in which he obliges.

“You said you’ve come on behalf of my lawyer?” You ask without spending time on pleasantries.

“I am.” He nods his head in agreement.

“I was not expecting Mr. Acunin until the beginning of the week after next.”

“Yes, and you still shall. I was sent here to get confirmation to begin my investigation.” Your brows pulled together at his statement as he took a drink of his newly poured tea.

“Investigation into what?” He set his cup gently onto the saucer placed on the table.

“Your husband, ma’am.”

“What of my husband? Who exactly are you?” Mild hostility entered your voice as you spoke.

“Pardon my brashness, I was hired my Mr. Acunin as a private detective for the case against your husband.” He shakes his head as a way to clear it.

“My deepest apologies sir, but I do not understand. What case against my husband?”

“I would imagine should it be for your divorce.” Shock filled your mind. A thousand thoughts running through like they were running a race.

“Divorce?” You ask shakily.

“Yes, I was under the impression you were to be filing for divorce should your husband be caught in extra marital affairs. That was Mr. Acunin informed me of. I just need your approval to begin the investigation.”

“What exactly would you be doing? Thought that the private detectives worked with the police in some cases.” Still on edge you respond as levelly as you can.

“In some cases, yes but not always. What I will do is follow your husband for around for a week, take note of his day-to-day involvements, search for any documents that might have been filed that pertain to you, and report all of my findings to Mr. Acunin.”

“I see.” You speak plainly.

“Ma’am, Dr. Harvey is here.” You turn to see Harvey standing in the threshold between the hallway and the drawing room with a look of surprise on his face.

“Oh my, look. Most days I am here to my lonesome and today I have received two visitors. Doctor Harvey I will be with you in a moment.” He nods, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

The private detective spoke once more, “I shall be gone soon, I just need your verbal and written consent if you please.”

You turn to look at him once more. Smile slowly dropping from your face as you do. The man eyes you and then the doctor before pulling a leather satchel loose. Riffling through papers before pulling them out followed by a fountain pen. Uncapping the pen and setting it next to the papers, you lift them to scan over what you will be signing.

Leaning over the table you sign your name and offer him the consent he was waiting for. “You may follow him, but please use your discretion. I would not like to see this come back to me.” He nods in understanding before blowing on the page and filing it back into his bag.

“Good day Ma’am.”

“And to you sir.” He is met at the door by one of the boys to open it for him. You watch as he leaves through the door and rush to the window to see him walk down the path to the edge of the property. Harvey still standing at the door captures your attention. He motions to you to follow him, and you do. Walking at similar pace to him he opens your bedroom door for you. Haley must have already lit the fireplace long ago because the warm air feels much different than that of just outside of it.

Looking over to Harvey he is removing his shoes and his vest coat. All part of the typical routine of your treatments. With no causing for alarm, you approached him after he stood up straight. Locking your arms around his waist, laying your head against his chest content just to hear his heart beating. You can hear the rumble in his voice as he began to speak, “Would you like to share who that was?”

“I will, soon. This is something too new that I do not wish to share until I have more information first. I will Harvey, I promise.” He places his hands on your shoulders to draw you from him.

“Why do I have the feeling that you are hiding something from me?” Looking over your face Harvey tilts your chin up to him.

“I have no reason to hide anything from you nor do I.” You remove your arms from him while lowering your jaw. Your voice temporarily filled with defensiveness.

“While I do not doubt that this all feels very secretive. Is he the reason you spoke with Robin several weeks ago?”

“Yes, he is part of the reason. You must trust that I will tell you more in the future. This may be something of benefit to us. I would like to not get both of our hopes high for us to be disappointed.” You place the extra emphasis on ‘us’ for Harvey to understand.

“I will trust you, my love. If this involves the two of us I will take you for your word and wait.” You smile brightly at him. Moving to embrace him once again he meets you half way. Tilting your chin up once more he leans down to match your height. Running the tip of his nose against your own he speaks in a whisper.

“Aside from your visitor, how do you fare today?” You look up to his eyes and his eyes find yours. Giving him another smile he mimics you again. The creases of his eyes are deeper than you’ve ever notice and there are trace freckles that are left behind from summer. You can see every pore, every crevice, every line.

“I missed you.” You spoke against his lips.

“You say that each time we meet.” He smiles as he bushes against your lips.

“I say it because it is true.” You press your parted lips lightly against his before pulling away again. “I say it, because it is easier to say than; my heart aches for you every moment that you are not nearest my side.” Harvey kisses you this time with only little more force.

“What else does it mean?” He says after pulling away again.

“It means that I feel like I am most comfortable laying in your arms. That I think about you most constantly. I think about your laugh, your blasted laugh makes me feel whole. I think of your hair, your nose, your voice, how you would respond if you were around me.” You kiss him, your eyes fluttering closed when you don’t break apart immediately. His hand finds your cheek as he rubs a thumb over your lip once you part. Eyes still closed; you press a kiss to the pad of his thumb before you speak again.

“And what is worst of all is that I torture myself over you. A beautiful kind of torture.”

“What kind of torture is that?”

“I like to imagine what it would be like to wake up with you in the morning. To kiss you as the break of dawn falls through our open window.” You place your palm against the center of Harvey’s chest. Feeling his pulse much greater than it was just minutes before.

“Our?” Harvey speaks softly.

“Our.” You repeat back. “I imagine you coming home from your clinic and I am here to greet you. I imagine that neither of us must be lonely. I feel whole with you.”

“You imagine us to have a home together?”

“But I wish for nothing more than to turn back the hands of time.”

“Do you wish us to never have met to save you from this torture?” His eyes look like glass from his statement.

“No, I wish to go back and marry you instead.”

“Marry me?” He speaks like this is the first time someone has admitted their love for him. You caress the cheek of him that is opposite of yours. You pull him in for your lips to graze tenderly.

“I wish that more than anything in the world.” You feel as though you could explode as Harvey drags you in so tightly. Pouring each emotion into you. This kiss was passionate and full of longing. You felt a sense of love that is deeper than any kiss shared previously.

Moving at a languid pace towards the bed he lays you down against the pillows. Although you’ve had your treatments twice a week for around four weeks now all your treatments are the proper conduct. Only the one time had you two lain together. It could be suspected that Harvey did not wish to be seen other than a gentleman or that perhaps he did not wish to take advantage of a situation.

Your dress feels tight against the belly and the bust as he lays you down.

“Harvey, I need you to unlace me first.” He helps pull you back up.

“Of course.” He speaks into your neck after he removes the jacket that is part of your dress. After making a show of loosening the strings of your corset he helps remove the bustle and petticoat from your skirts. Leaving you with little clothing you find yourself once again on your bed. This time with Harvey’s hands running the course along your body.

“You have gained some weight, my dove. It suits you well. You must have gained the appetite after starting treatment.” He spoke into the flesh of your thigh as he kissed his way up your leg.

“I suppose I have. Someone has been depleting my energy all these months.”

“And I will continue.” He laughed against you. Tongue dipping between your folds, both of you moaning. He remembered to remove his spectacles before descending this time, you watched as he placed them next to your head.

It had been two weeks since he has tasted you and he performs like he never had. Your hands tangled in his hair as his tongue slips from you and offers suckles against your clit. Crying out for him he offers his fingers to massage your breast. Occasionally twisting over a sensitive nipple, you moan his name.

Minutes pass as your heaving chest meets his hand while his mouth continues to lave against you. Legs now wrapped around his head Harvey’s fingers finally enter you. Feeling starved of his affection you ask him to kiss you. Letting your legs fall he moves up your body to kiss your lips once again.

“My darling, do you want it inside you again?”

“Please, Harvey more than anything.” He kisses you again before removing his bottoms completely. With no extra begging he proceeds to line himself with your entrance. Harvey pushes himself in just past the tip while groaning in satisfaction.

“As many times as I feel you with my hands you feel so much greater like this.” He speaks into your ear as he bottoms himself out inside of you. The walls of your sex feel so much more tender than usual. You place a hand on his backside to keep him from moving.

“Wait a moment. Let me enjoy the feeling of you and I connected.” Harvey stills completely while holding himself above you. Lowering himself to kiss your lips once again he speaks, “My heart, I love you the most of anything in this world.”

“I know Harvey. I feel the same, it is wonderful to be loved.” Your eyes well when his hips began to pull themselves back. A slow and precise tempo. This kept on for what felt like nearly 20 minutes in your mind, but in reality you knew it couldn’t have been that long before you asked for more.

Harvey seems to give you anything you ask for. His hips gain much momentum, skin began to slap and fluids flowed freely. Harvey sat up straight while delving into you to allow for faster thrusts. You could feel your end coming close, and it seems so could he. Pushing into you with great force he felt you tighten around him like a clamp. Crying in pleasure you raked your nails up his arms. Moaning as you reached you end Harvey quickly removed himself to relatch his mouth to your sex.

Not fully through your orgasm yet you feel his tongue flatten against you before retreating into his mouth. Cleaning you of all your liquids he proceeds to make you contract around his tongue once more.

“Oh Gods, Harvey!” You yell to him in a whispered hush. He smiles from down below while coming back up for air.

“You can give me one more.” He says to you. He has a look in his eye like he’s crazed. Before you can even respond he grabs your legs by the calves and pushes them to bend by your shoulder. After nearly folding you in half he takes himself in his hand once more and wipes it along your swollen folds. Moaning in a mix of pleasure and protest he pushes himself in.

Like the wind was knocked from your lungs your throat made a strange garble. He has never felt so deep within you and every wild thrust he pushed into you had you moaning wantonly into the had he placed onto your mouth not long ago. The other one of his hands left the back of your thigh to roughly stroke your clit.

“I want you to do that thing again.” Harvey was out of breath and was having trouble communicating while trying to focus his thrusts. You motioned a weak nod as you tightened against him on purpose. Throwing his head back in response he moves his right hand from your mouth to wipe his brow of sweat, left hand still focused on playing your venus like an instrument.

Harvey’s thrusts began to become shallower in hopes to stroke the place he has found many times with his fingers. Finally hitting the mark, you opened your mouth in a silent scream. You felt the fluid release from your body and trickle down your backside. Each thrust from the man above you were infinitely louder. Pleased with your reaction his hips resumed their rough course, bumbling into you with bruising pace. Your nails now like claws in his skin as he fucked you into your own mattress. Crying actual tears, you released again, more fluid dripping over your body. This didn’t seem to relent his pace at all, he continued undisturbed in his want to melt your brain.

“Harvey!” You hiccupped through cries. He looked down to you, eyes widening before he smiled an evil grin.

“Almost done, love.” He spoke as if he was telling the truth. I would be another two minutes before he released you from your position after his completion. Groaning above you hilt buried as deep as he could muster while slowly rocking himself into you. Your walls milking him with hunger. The loud pop as he pulled himself completely from you sounded in your ears.

Harvey leaned over you to place a soft kiss upon your lips and you returned the sentiment breathlessly. He stood from the bed to walk to the water basin near your vanity to dip a thin cloth. Walking over he soothed your abused sex with featherlight strokes against you. Your attempts to stand after were met with legs unable to hold your weight. You laughed when he handed you his arm to keep you steady. Looking up to Harvey you could see the sparkle in his eye as he smiled down to you.

The next week that passed by felt like an instant. Days bled together and offered little solace to your turbulent mind. Haley came in to dress you, then undress you twice a day, every day as per usual. Eat, read, play piano, read more, eat, do needle work, Harvey visit, eat again, write letters that go unanswered, sleep, repeat. The simplicity of a day it was. Although it was just biding time before you wait for your guest.

It was the second Monday after the start of winter that he did arrive. Coming in by train you offered one of your men to retrieve him from the platform. As soon as he arrived in your home, he greeted you kindly with a charming smile.

‘This is the man Robin recommended?’ You thought to yourself. You offered him to sit with you and poured the customary cup of tea. He explained several topics to you most of which had to do with the following.

“Solely based from the information I obtained through your letters I am to understand that perhaps your greatest option is divorce.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Divorce, madame. It is when you to become.” You cut him off to respond to him.

“Sir, I very well know what divorce is. I do not believe that I have the grounds to do so. My husband has never so much as laid a finger upon me, nor does he have any gambling problems. I have no reason to suspect that he has been unfaithful to me in our marriage… unless of course he is recently taken my absence as an invitation to do so.”

“Do you believe that while you are away there may be a chance he could try and do so?”

“Seeing as he allowed an imbecilic excuse for a doctor to taint his mind into thinking that I am affected by Briquets. I would say there may be a slight possibility, yes.”

“I see, I understand that you are seeing the local doctor here, is that correct?”

‘What does he mean by seeing?’ You think to yourself in a panic.

“I am, yes.” You respond while Mr. Acunin nods his head.

“I should need to speak with him to find how you are mentally. From our conversation here you seem sound, but I would like to speak with him myself.”

“I see, Doctor Harvey has been nothing but pleasant since the moment I arrived. You should like him greatly.”

“Should I?” He flashes a smile at you and you offer a polite nod in response. Taking a sip from your cup and looking out towards the window.

“There is a major option when it comes to your divorce. You said you have not had contact with your husband nearing a year now, is that true?”

“Yes, despite my best efforts I have not heard anything from him since before I arrived here. He had not even spoken to me before I had left for nearly a week.”

“When did you arrive in Pelican Town?”

“The beginning of spring this same year. I began my treatments nearly a year ago and they were only supposed to last 14 weeks. My husband was supposed to come to speak to the doctor to reevaluate my prognosis.”

“So, your husband is also neglecting your medical treatments as well?”

“That it seems.”

“I see. You met with my associate last week, and I will come see you again when he has found something that we might have of use. When I call upon you again, please have the doctor here as well. I would like him to make statement.” Mr. Acunin began to stand from the couch and gather his things.

“Yes, very good. I will see to it. It was a pleasure Mr. Acunin.”

You began walking him to the door before you spoke.

“Before you go. How exactly did you meet my good friend Robin?”

“Ah, her father was a friend of my father. That is all.” And with that he walked out of the door.

You wonder what kind of news he will bring you when he returns next.

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Treatment

Harvey/ unnamed afab!reader

2nd pov

3,072 words

trigger warnings: reader is diagnosed with hysteria, mentions of depression, cheating/ adultery, doctor/ patient relationship, mentions of infertility

smut tags: fingering, cunnilingus, grinding, piv, implied bj

notes: i do have this posted on ao3 if you'd prefer to read it there.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

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Chapter 3 Acknowledgement

It was on another backstroke that the head of him caught against your hole. Simultaneously moaning in surprise, you stop moving. Feeling the tip of him at your entrance, you have a decision to make here.

Officially become an adulteress or be happy.

Looking down to Harvey you view him wholly. His soft alabaster belly shown under the soft yellow and orange of the lamp. Glossy with the perspiration and the combination of your fluids. His brown hair that leads down to the sprout [1] of him tickled against you as the two of you breathe together.

His hands drop to your waist and the change breaks you from your trance.

He speaks to you with ease and kindness, “I will not enter you should you wish me to. I will do nothing to make cause for discomfort or ill ease of your mind, my darling. Do whatever you believe to be your best.”

You make no intention to move as you feel his heartbeat at the mouth of your venus. Debating with yourself your mind shook of all of the possibilities of this outcome. Who else is to know if this exchange? Your staff knows of the treatments, but not of what they entailed exactly. Should they have any inclination of what may be occurring from behind the closed door this is the activity they are sure to assume is what is happening.

You look back to Harvey’s face and his is watching you with his full and utmost rapt attention. His eyes flicking from different points of your face, you make a decision. Leaning forward you capture his lips again and feel his breathe out of his nose when he kisses you back. Pushing yourself back onto him feeling him sheathe himself completely within your walls. You gasp into his mouth when you feel the fullness of him fill out the velvet between your thighs.

His grip on your waist tightens, fingertips pressing into the supple flesh of your sides. Movement slower than before, you drink him in letting each pass of your hips fill you endlessly. Slowly rocking, much slower than your heart of which is beating in your ears. You feel the unending fullness that lives within your belly as you glide with deliberate efforts of prolonging release.

“Gods above, you are a dream I never wish to wake from. You feel like heaven.” Harvey speaks when he sits up keeping you still neatly seated on his endowment. “Let me lay you down, I wish to hold you completely.”

And so he does, head pressing into the case of the pillows once again you watch as he removes the last of his clothes. You spread your legs as he slots his hips between yours and takes the heavy prick in his hand lining it with accuracy against you. This time as he breeched the dull ache from lack of this activity was stronger. Once fully engulfed he lays his body over yours letting your neck make home to his face. Dragging kisses and sticky breaths across your skin he began to move.

The pump of his hips meeting yours in time felt like nothing you have experienced. Synchronized minute cries matched each other when the tempo increased. Lighting the same flame that you have felt from the first encounter with his fingers. You wrap your arms against his neck when the speed became greater still. Legs now folding themselves and linking together like hands joining in a hold.

You could feel the tightening in your loins, your voice began to speak greater volumes in his ear as you felt your end drawing near. Begging him with praise and kindness to let him complete himself.

“Harvey, my dearest, I need.” Harvey interrupts your speech with an interlocking kiss as you feel his hips begin to studder. Short and shallow thrusts as you moan into the other’s mouth. With finality his hips come to a stop firmly pressed against yours. Unwilling to move you continue your kiss. Pressing together in something you are unfamiliar with as they meet again and again. The embrace never seems to end before you two part.

Bodies still locked you looked into his eyes when he placed a hand against the side of your head. Running his thumb over your temple thrice before leaning down once more and pressing his softened swollen lips to your forehead. Pulling back to look at you once more he asks,

“How do you fare?”

“Much better than I could have ever anticipated. This was unlike anything I have ever experienced.”

“Do not flatter me. I do not enjoy being lied to.” He speaks with a lighthearted lilt to his voice.

“Genuinely, the care you have for my wellbeing isn’t something I am accustomed to. Everything that I was prepared for was for my…” You pause finding it difficult to speak your next words as your lover still stays within you. “I was taught that one’s husbands’ completion is the only thing that matters.”

“You silly nit, I am not your husband.” Shock hit you in such a strange way that it sent ice through your veins. Your eyes widening and brows knitting together but before you could say a single word Harvey speaks again.

“That is to say, your husband does not love you in a way a husband should. You do not deserve to simply be fucked and then left. I am to say that you are to be loved and to be devoted to. To have you be refreshed and treated with admiration. Courtship does not end at marriage. and so long as I have you here you will be treated accordingly. I do not only mean here in bed, but here as in my town, here in my care, you will be cherished.” He leans back down to peck each of your eye lids in a whisper of a kiss.

“You are an angel that walks this earth, and I am sorry that your misfortune has led you to this quandary, but I will thank the gods so long as I breathe for leading you here.”

“Harvey, you should have been a poet. Your honeyed words fall sweet against my heart and swells it with a kind of hope that it has not felt in years. I do believe you when you say that you would treat me with love and it makes my stomach flip to think about.”

You finally unhook your legs from behind him and he moves to exit. The coldness spreads over your body when your lover leaves you. Feeling empty you sit up, back pressing to the pillows as Harvey moves beside you. Uncovered and naked you sit side by side with him.

“It would be easy to treat you with love because you are loved. I- I love you and I know it is wrong of me.” He looks down to fiddle with his fingers when he speaks.

Hurt and offended you turn your head to him. “Do not tell me it is wrong of you as your seed lay within my belly. Do not tell me that it is wrong of you because it feels very much the same for me. The difficulty I feel for loving you is hard to swallow. I have known you for six weeks and yet in six weeks you have shown me more love than the man I call my husband has shown me in six years. How are you to tell me that it is wrong of you to love me when I love you equally as much?” Your anger reddening your cheeks.

“You love me?”

“Oh, Harvey. You foolish man. You foolish naive man. How could I not?” He smiles in response.

“My dearest I have not been loved in a long time.”

“And neither have I.”

Each passing week felt shorter. Summer has passed in a ring of sweat, tears and toil but nonetheless fall approached with haste.

Strolling arm in arm with your doctor turned lover down the path towards the community center. The browning grass turning similar shade to the path below your feet. When you look up to view Harvey the colorful leaves of the trees fill the space behind him, and you wish to capture this memory of him in your mind’s eye forever. He peeps your gaze and smiles, beautiful teeth smiling gleefully down to you. He lowers down to your ear.

“If you see something you like you may have it with only a simple word.”

“I wish for nothing else in this world everything is as it should be. However, I must leave you. I am to have tea with my friend today and I wish to go to her before her kids come.” Harvey lifts himself straight once more.

“Are you to see Robin today?”

“Yes, we had a few things to discuss. She is to put me in contact with someone and I wish to make sure I am fully informed before I am to discuss it with you as well.”

“I see, should you need me for reason I will be at the library today.”

As you bid your lover farewell you see the mayor standing near the edge of the fountain. Smoothing your dress as you attempt to pass him. Settling for pleasant small talk you speak.

“Good day mayor. How fare you on this fine autumn day?”

“I be well, thank you lady, I see you stroll with the doctor frequently these days. You both have gotten quite attached to one another.”

“Well, I suppose we have, he is my doctor after all mayor. I see him twice a week still, however I am feeling much less morose than I had when I first arrived. Quite a doctor you have in your employ of this town.” By this time, you had settled your walking stride to stand around six or so paces away. Folding your hands together to lay them on your front with attempt to show your social status by the way you stand. Sensing your discomfort with the accusation he says,

“Yes, he is quite the fine doctor. He is more than suitable for our community, and it is great that he has friends in other places. Surely, he has told you about his fiancée that lives in the city. She has lived there for much time. I do not know what keeps him from bringing her here. I suppose your strong bond with him he will reveal the answer to you.”

If you were shocked there was no indication on your face none that the mayor himself could see.

“I was not aware, Lewis. I will not pry into my doctor’s private matters. I can understand your concern for him, perhaps you may ask him yourself. You are the man who runs this town after all. I wish you the best of luck.” Was it more snide than you intended? Most certainly. Did your voice waiver at all during the exchange? Not for a moment.

“You’ll have to excuse me I am to see Robin. I have questions for her.”

“Lady.” He tips his head

“Mayor Lewis.”

‘Engaged? He is engaged and never once thought to tell me? I have ruined the happiness of two people with my thoughtless actions. How could I be so stupid? Oh gods above please release me from this torment!’ You mutter to yourself as you make your way to Robin’s house. As the wind blew the bite that nipped against your skin matched your mood.

“My friend.” Robin speaks.

“Robin, how are you?”

“Fine, I know you wished to speak about something. Is everything alright?” She led you to sit across from her to drink tea.

“In quite honesty I do not know. I have not heard from my husband since my arrival here in Pelican town and it is quite worrisome.”

“Not even a letter?”

“I have sent him many. Every week I write a letter speaking of my days and ask him how his father’s business is. I have asked after my nephews, and I haven’t received a single response. I fear the worst, but I am not allowed to go. I am lost as to what to do.”

“The best you could do for now is wait. Last I checked you were in no rush to leave your doctor.”

“I am not. I want to know if I will be taken from him. The last thing I need is for my husband to come to visit and find me in rendezvous with the doctor that was so highly praised by collogues for his professionalism.”

“What a sight that would be as well!”

“Do not frighten me, fiend!” You both laugh.

“I believe I have someone who may help you. After my first husband’s passing, I met with a lawyer who may be able to help you with this situation.”

“If you could put me in contact with him, I would be eternally grateful.”

It was another few weeks before you found the nerve to speak to Harvey about what the mayor told you. You found yourself in his living space for only the second time when you broached the subject. Your steps audible as you paced the model ship lined shelves when you spoke.

“Harvey, may I ask you something personal?”

Harvey who was sitting at his desk filling out sheets of paper. You assumed for his clinic as he kept looking over one sheet and back to the other. “I don’t know why it is you are asking. Of course you may.” He spoke without looking to you.

“That day we took a walk through the park and I left to speak to Robin.”

“I remember the day.”

“I spoke to mayor Lewis.”

“Yes, and what did he have to say?”

“Well that’s the thing. He said something that I know I have no right to be upset over especially in my situation, but yet I still find myself just that.”

“Now you have me worried. What has he told you?”

“He told me that you have a fiancée in the city and that you’re keeping her away from here. As I said I have no right to be upset I just find myself irrationally angry by the thought of it.” But as you spoke the words you hear a slam. You startle as you turn to look to him, next was the clang of the metal tipped pen dropping to the floor.

“Harvey!” You exclaim when you notice the bottle of ink that spilled across his notes when he slapped his paper to the wooden desk. The scream of the wooden rods scrapping against the floor as he crossed the room to reach you. Taking your hands in his Harvey searches your face.

“You are engaged, aren’t you?” You speak although it feels as though your heart is about to shatter. He looks at you with sadness in his eyes for a brief moment.

“Once.” Was all he said. Keeping a gentle hold on his hands you bring him to his couch.

“My darling, what happened?”

“There’s not much to tell really. It was a long engagement and she ended up being the one to break it off. She said that she couldn’t see herself staying in a small town for the rest of her life with someone she barley loved. It was then only three days after that I read in the paper she was engaged to be married to a different gentleman that was higher in status.”

“I’m sorry, it was cruel of me to ask.”

“I should have told you sooner, I figured someone was to tell you eventually and I am the one who’s sorry it wasn’t me first.”

You lean your head against his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

“Although that does explain why you’ve felt more distant to me as of late.”

“Have I truly?”

“You have, yes.”

“I should find a way to apologize to you then.” Sliding down, you felt the skin of your knees press into the inner fabric of your dress. Sliding your hand up and down his thigh as though you are petting him through his trousers. He looks down to you and when you meet his gaze you smirk.

After a midafternoon with a mouth full of doctor you find your way cheerily back to your home. As you open the door you are greeted by one of your men as is the typical.

“Ma’am this arrived for you while you were away.” He held the silver tray with a single letter on it addressed with your name.

“Thank you, you may go.” You walk over to your writing desk as you slice open the small envelope.

‘Greetings,

I have been in recent contact with a friend of yours named Robin. I am willing to provide you legal counsel should you require my services.

Sincerely,

A. Ancunin’

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Treatment Chapter 2

Harvey/ unnamed afab!reader

2nd pov

3,072 words

trigger warnings: reader is diagnosed with hysteria, mentions of depression, cheating/ adultery, doctor/ patient relationship, mentions of infertility

smut tags: fingering, cunnilingus, grinding

notes: i do have this posted on ao3 if you'd prefer to read it there.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

You were certainly not allowed to think like this. Not allowed to feel like this. ‘You are married, you have a husband!’ you remind yourself after the doctor excuses himself for the evening. You find yourself pacing around your room in circles debating on whether you should admit your wrongdoings to your husband. You felt like a licentious[1] dollymop[2] waiting for the doctor come in and what?

Exasperated you toss yourself onto the mattress you were on just three hours prior. You hear a knock on the door, and you beckon them to enter. Offering you a tight smile its your newest lady.

“Ah, Haley please do come in.” You speak happily as you sit from the bed to meet her.

“Are you ready to start for bed?” She approaches the vanity set where your combs and brushes sit. You nod in the affirmative while sitting on the stool.

“Are you feeling well? I was told that dinner was quiet this evening. Normally you have a lot to speak about.”

“There is a lot on my mind this evening.” She doesn’t say anything to respond but focuses on brushing out the long hair. You look up to see yourself in the gas lamps light, studying your appearance. Haley is beautiful the jammiest bit of jam[3] truly. You study her as well.

“How come you are yet unhappy[4]? You must have come out some time ago now. You are beautiful to say it plainly.” Haley stood behind you pausing in her movements to look you in the eye from the mirror before resuming.

“I have received offers from several, however my sister finds it difficult to obtain any offers. She fears that she is too plain and will suffer to be a burden and a spinster.” She began to braid the locks that falls down your shoulders.

“So, you reject your own happiness for the sake of your sister?” Haley nods in agreement.

“How admirable of you. With the wit about you and the beauty to match you should be able to marry well. Don’t let your sister be in the way to your happiness of that is what you want.”

“Do you regret marrying your husband?” You stop rubbing the scented oils on your neck to turn around to face her.

“I can say that once I was happy. It seems that my husband has grown tired of me after only six years. We married when I was 10 and 9 years, he was 20 and 3 years. We began our courtship shortly after I was introduced; and he was horrifically romantic. It was exactly what I was hoping for, but after the third year of being unpregnant… All I can say is there were very rare attempts to conceive after then.” Eyes falling to your stomach placing a hand on the ‘barren womb’ with a hint of sadness.

“I should have been glad to be pregnant, if I could, but unfortunately I am unable to bare children.”

“I don’t see how that should factor how your husband could or couldn’t love you.”

“Sometimes that is the only way to gain your husbands love.”

The next morning when Haley brought you your breakfast you asked her to bring Robin a calling card for later this week. You decided yesterday that you’d spent far too long without her. Obeying your request, she takes the card that you’d written up shortly after she left last evening. Not much else was left to do aside from eat your breakfast alone in your bed. It was then you decided you will take a walk into town this afternoon.

The weather was wonderful for an afternoon stroll. Thankful that you were able to sneak out of the cottage without notice to wonder as you wished. The town was wonderful in several ways. The small buildings had a particular charm to make it feel welcoming. You feel far too overdressed for the functionality of this humble town. The layers in your dress look far too embossed compared to the other simpler dresses that surround you.

Looking to one of the first buildings upon entering the towns square. A blue cross signifies the building be a medical building. You open the door with a squeak and are greeted by a young nurse.

“Good day to you.” She greets you politely.

“Hello to you, is Doctor Harvey around?” You ask while looking directly at the girl.

“Yes, he is in the back. Ma’am, are you feeling well? You look particularly pale.”

“I assure you I am feeling alright I just wish to speak to the doctor for a moment that is all.” She nods to you as she gestures her arm signaling you to follow her. Trailing behind her as you walk down the narrow hallway. You find yourself in a small clinical office with a desk and a patient bed.

“Doctor Harvey must have taken a break upstairs in his apartment for a moment. Please wait here while I fetch him and say that you are here.” She speaks as you sit cautiously on the bed close to his desk.

“Gladly nurse…”

“Maru.”

“Thank you for your assistance.”

It doesn’t take long before Harvey walks through the entryway. Although you just saw him yesterday it feels like you’ve been apart for ages. The air falls from your breath as when he greets you warmly. You return his kindness with an equally pleasant greeting. Unsure how to proceed you grab his arms much like you did the day prior and close even more distance between you.

“You’ve come here. Why?” Harvey places a gentle timid hand to your waist. Your heart skips when he does so.

“I wanted to see your clinic you speak so highly of, and most importantly I wished to see you immensely.”

“Have you missed me by that much since our meeting only just yesterday?”

“I have thought of only you since the moment I woke it feels like.” He brings you a little closer still.

“What say you if I were to tell you that I have thought of just the same?”

“I would ask you why is it that you’ve only thought of yourself.” You smile brightly. He laughs heartily and with his whole chest, making your eyes sparkle as you look upon him.

“But in full truth I would say that I would be highly flattered that my precious doctor would think of me outside of his work.”

This is wrong a part of your mind beckons to you urging you to break the spell and see yourself out. The thought was expelled out of your mind when he placed his other hand between your cheek and your neck in a soft caress. You press your check into his palm in kind.

“It is too often that I think of you outside of our treatments. And after yesterday I find it difficult to look upon your face, in the throes of your pleasure I saw what I believe to be heaven on this Earth. And now you look at me as though all the stars in the night sky fell to this valley in the mountains to make home in your eyes. The moment you breathe you have stolen the air from my lungs and I will happily give you every breath I have to hear you speak a single word to me.”

Your bodies touch, albeit covered by layers of thick fabrics. Yet you still feel the hammer of your heart against your chest so violently that sounds in your ears, rings through your fingers and settles in your belly.

“Harvey. I-“

“I have given any want in this world away, but I refuse to let my want for you cease. I know that you are married, and I scolded myself each time I found your treatment enjoyable for me as well. It is far beyond me to be able to keep my heart inside my chest when I am near you for more than a moment.” He searches your face for any sign of negative response.

“Then do not keep it there.” He smiles. Leaning down he presses his lips to yours for the second time now. Fire lit in your belly. Your hands squeeze his shoulders as you felt the mildly chapped skin run across your smooth lips. Bringing both of his hands to your waist to slowly begin to snake around your middle.

This is the first time he’s held you. Properly held you in his arms and nothing has ever felt more right. Breaking apart to breath he places his forehead against your own. The metal rim of his glasses pressing to the bridge of your nose. Moving your head forward you reconnect with his lips in a more passionate way. It wasn’t long before you moan into his mouth. Separating once again you speak.

“Doctor, I think I may need to have you visit this evening for another treatment. I fear there is another symptom that I’m experiencing. It is unusual for my typical behavior, but I have become insatiably lustful.” His pupils blown wide as he nods in agreement.

“I believe the best course of action is for you receive two treatments weekly for your newest symptom. I am aware that it can become rather bothersome.”

“Yes, so much in fact there are times I find myself lost in thought thinking of possible encounters and when I come back to focus, I find myself in a state.”

There is a quick hard knock from the other side of the closed door and yet neither of you made any motion to move. Lost within each other’s closeness.

“Yes Maru?” He speaks to the door while still gazing upon you.

“Your appointment with the blacksmith, Doctor.”

“I will be out in a moment.” And with that he gives you one more deep kiss before straightening himself. Fixing his hair and moustache while you fiddle with your dress and your hair pins. Smoothing the dress in the front he opens the door for you to walk ahead of him. As you approach the exit to the clinic Harvey leans to whisper in your ear,

“Wear less, I will help you dress after.”

Coming back to the cottage just in time for tea you sit on the couch.

“My lady, where have you been all morning? The boys were looking for you frantically. “

“What have I said to you Haley?”

“Apologies Ma’am it just feels a little disrespectful to not call you ‘my lady’.”

“You may be forgiven this time. But if you must know I had got the morbs[5] so to speak and I wished to seek Doctor Harvey’s council. Speaking of which he will be here later to administer another treatment.”

“Is it alright for you to have as much as you have been getting?”

“I suppose so. It seems because of my state as of now he feels I am regressing in my recovery and has suggested that I have them twice a week.”

“Oh!” Haley blushes.

“I know what you think, but it doesn’t hurt I promise.”

“I didn’t think it hurt.” She smirks before walking away.

As the time for Harvey to arrive drew near you informed the staff that he is to be sent to your room. You will not be greeting him there as you were going to bathe beforehand. The two men exchanged a glance that was not missed by you, but you chose to ignore it all the same. It felt like a perfectly reasonable excuse for you not to greet him in the now familiar combination drawing/ parlor room.

Making your escape towards your room you began to undress yourself. A much more difficult task than previously anticipated. Your hair that was done so ornately earlier in the day was taken down for something simple. Still effective enough to keep your hair from falling into your face or to brush against your neck. Opting to exchange your chemise for a simple shift seemed more apt for the meeting of which you were to engage. Bare feet patting against the floor as you check the pocket watch for the third time in less than two minutes.

‘Any minute now he will be here. Should I be on the bed? Or should I greet him here? I am tremendously underdressed, but there is nothing I can do now.’ A soft tap sounds followed by the turn of the door handle.

“Darling?” He begins to enter through the partially open door.

“Harvey.” You breathe a sigh of relief when he locks the door behind him. He faces you to rake his eyes from your ankles to your neck. Feeling overexposed you shift nervously. He crosses the short distance with ease when he captures your lips. Pressing his mouth hard against yours you can feel the scratch of his moustache against your upper lip.

“I missed you.” You say into his mouth.

“And I you.” He wrapped his arms around your middle again to lead you to the bed. Kissing on the way there while taking backward steps. As soon as your legs touched the mattress, he pulls away from you. Laying in your usual spot he tisks you urging you up towards the pillows. Harvey removes his shoes and vest coat before making his way up the bed to lay his body against yours. You giggle feeling his body weight pressed against your own. You reach a hand up to smooth your hand through his hair. Harvey closes his eyes to appreciate the feeling of your affection.

“My own darling doctor.” You speak full of admiration as you lean up to kiss the man hovering above you. He hums happily against your mouth when his hands began to wander. Only one muslin layer separates the two of you from feeling his hands on your skin. The only other person to touch you like this had been your husband but you quickly try to shake that thought out. Harvey felt the shift in you and began to slide the shift up your legs.

He began to kiss your neck to travel down to your collarbone.

“I was told to kiss your chest my dear, and yet I find something in my way.” He speaks looking up to you as he pulls the shift higher. Exposing the softness of your belly. Gliding his had further up he stops below your breasts. The only thing shielding you’re entire being from his view is the cotton left on your breasts. You nod to him giving him your full permission and he acts quickly. He has you sit up enough for him to slip the rest of the under dress from your body. He stops when you lay down once more to look over you fully.

“Do you remember what I said earlier about you being a gift from the heavens?” You nod your head. “I lied to you. You are something more spectacular that could ever be created on earth or in heaven. Open for me I wish to taste you again.”

You oblige opening your legs as he moves back down the bed. Curling his left arm around your thigh he dives in once more. This time there is no hesitancy as he consumes you. You push his head down but he comes back up to throw off his glasses and dives headfirst back in. Moaning thank you upon mild curses when he dipped his fingers into you. Although you felt this only just yesterday it seems like your body is experiencing it for the first time as your legs began to shake around his head. This was by far the quickest completion you’ve had. Pushing his head against you further rocking your hips against his face.

“There should be no reason you are as good at that as you are.” You breathe deeply trying to steady yourself onto your elbows. He licks his lips as though he’s enjoying the remnants of a decadent dessert.

“If I told you all my secrets then how are you left to be surprised?” You hum in acknowledgement, but you find yourself distracted as he runs his hands over your nude skin.

“There are so many things I would care to do to you right in this moment, but I need to exercise some type of restraint.”

“Harvey, I would let you do nearly anything to me in this moment.”

“Temptress. Do not speak those words or I will make them come true.”

You reach your hand to his bulge giving it a soft squeeze as you say, “Will you let me try something? It’s something I’ve wished to do for quite a long time.” Harvey nods his head yes but you look for any sign of no across his face.

You easily remove his trousers and what is beneath them as well. His hardened anatomy lays heavily against his clothed stomach as you lay him against your pillows. You push the end of his shirt up slightly to sit halfway up his torso. Swinging your leg over him you sit nicely against his cock. Unclothed sex to unclothed sex you shift yourself forwards. Grinding against him you hear him moan beneath you. Placing your hands on his chest to offer better leverage to angle better to move only your hips. You look down to see the tip of him peek out every sift of your hips backwards. With every move you make the brush of your nipples against the slight hair of his chest.

“My darling, please take mercy on me.” He cries into the air. His hands finding purchase on your breasts stilling them in their swing.

It was on another backstroke that the head of him caught against your hole. Simultaneously moaning in surprise you stop moving. Feeling the tip of him at your entrance, you have a decision to make.

Officially become an adulteress or be happy.

[1] Lacking restraint especially in sexual conduct.

[2] Way of saying a prostitute.

[3] A beautiful young woman.

[4] Unwed or not engaged

[5] A feeling of melancholy.

#stardew harvey #sdv smut #stardew valley #period piece

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Treatment

Harvey/ unnamed reader

2nd pov

3867 words

trigger warnings: reader is diagnosed with hysteria, mentions of depression, cheating/ adultery, doctor/ patient relationship

smut tags: fingering, cunnilingus

notes: i do have this posted on ao3 if you'd prefer to read it there. I kinda interested into making this into a short series, if you're interested let me know!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Treatment

“I believe we may need to seek alternative treatments for this type of abnormal behavior you wife seems to be displaying.” The nameless faceless doctor assures your husband. “It seems to be Briquet’s syndrome. To put it simply for your wife, here it is defined as-“

“Are you calling me hysteric doctor?” You cut in before he could even care to explain his own definition.

“Darling! I’m very sorry doctor as you can see my wife is surely not well. What would be the alternative treatment you speak of?” His statement was that of pure fact with little to no concern for his own wife.

“Normally I would recommend a simple rest cure, but I have a clinic I can recommend on the coast. It will also give your wife access to the sea air, which as you know is good for her feminine liquids.” He says “The doctor there is a friend of mine. He lives in a small area in the country called Pelican Town. I would recommend your wife stay there until she feels her symptoms lessen.”

“I see doctor thank you. I will be sending her soon, my grandfather happened to have a cottage in that area.”

That was all the preparation you received. Not even two weeks after meeting with the doctor you were being packed onto the train to be set off. Settling your skirts as you sat to look out of the window. The countryside was getting denser the further you traveled. The lush trees were scarcely letting in the midafternoon light. Checking your gilded pocket watch there was only 20 minutes left of the journey.

You were angry, you were alone, and you were left to stay in his grandfather’s hunting cottage with only two members of staff. Yes, you could dress yourself, but how were you meant to prepare meals or launder your dresses let alone mend them. But maybe this doctor will be able to help with whatever imaginary issues are at hand.

Stepping off onto the platform and taking in the surrounding environment. It’s all very quaint. You’ve been there only once before during one of your husbands hunting trips. It seemed like any cottage house that you’ve visited but now this one you’ll be staying in for heaven knows how long. The clearing of a throat brought your attention to in front of you. A tall man with light brown hair and well-groomed facial hair stood before you. His clothes were tailored handsomely but seemed to be worn in

“Hello, pleased to make your acquaintance. My name is Dr. Harvey, you must be my newest patient.” He holds out his hand crooked slightly to the left. Staring at it with mild shock you place your hand in it to make a slight squeeze to greet him back. He quirks his eyebrow up at you taking the hand put before you. He seemed rather young to be a doctor. He didn’t seem to have any grey to his hair nor many lines to his face.

“Yes, it seems so. I didn’t realize for my treatment you would make house calls. I would have figured I’d come to your clinic.” You say as you drop your hand from his.

“Normally yes but given the nature of the treatment I would have thought you might be more comfortable in your own home.”

“And why might that be?” The doctor seems to flush at this statement and looks to the help that is beside you.

“Please do take that inside. I will be in shortly.” You shoo away the man helping you carry your suitcase.

“You haven’t had any discussion of your treatment before coming here?”

“I cannot say that I have. I feel as though I have been spirited away and left from my friends.” You say with an awkward giggle.

“Ah, well I see. I will discuss it with you further after we have a bit of a chat. I would like a better list of your symptoms before starting.”

“Yes, very well. Please do come in, I haven’t anytime to explore yet. I am sure we will still find some place to speak.” Opening the wooden door.

“My apologies, I was told you were to arrive yesterday.” Harvey removed his hat and his coat upon entering the cottage.

“I’m not sure who told you that, but as you can see, I have just arrived. I’m sure I will still be able to make time to answer your questions about my diagnosis.”

He seems very caught off guard by the direct statement. The same man who took your case earlier drops off a tray to pour tea. With a quick thank you the man is seen off. You sit in what seems to be a very old couch across from the doctor. Pouring one cup for yourself and one for him. He leans over to take his cup as you begin to speak again.

“I am very well aware the doctor who sent me to you says that I am hysteric. I feel that is not the case. I am bored, there is hardly anything for me to do. I find the typical ladies’ activities to be rather dull. My husband clearly does not love me otherwise I wouldn’t be talking to you right now. I have long been disinterested in my husband and he me.”

“When you speak of disinterest?”

“I mean that my husband and I have not been in… amorous congress in quite some time.” You give a slight pause in the middle of the statement to find the right words to say.

“And do you find yourself frustrated with the lack thereof?”

“On occasion.” You answer truthfully. Harvey seems to be writing down everything you’ve told him thus far.

“Aside from those, do you feel any other physical symptoms that weren’t there before?”

“I do, yes. I find myself often fatigued. I feel as though I cannot sleep a wink at night, and I do suffer for it in the day. Some days I feel ravenous with hunger and other days I could hardly be bothered to eat a crumb. It all feels very strange to me, and that is what I told the doctor. Look where that’s gotten me.”

Harvey nods solemnly and scribbles more notes into his small leather-bound journal.

“Well Missus we will be able to rectify some of these odd behaviors of yours it’ll just take some time. I will be back tomorrow to begin your treatment; I would prefer to give you a little while to settle in your temporary home.

“Thank you, Dr. Harvey, I shall expect you tomorrow in the morning say around 3pm?”

“Yes, very well. Gald to meet you.”

“You as well doctor.”

It was early the next morning when you rose. Something about the fresh air allowed you to be able to sleep much deeper than you are used to. It was a lovely way to wake, with no lingering tiredness or aches. Placing bare feet on the floor you open the windows outward to let in the light and cool ocean air. Taking in a deep breath you move your way back to bed to ring the bell to signify that you’re awake.

After a simple breakfast of eggs toast. The eggs tasted a lot fresher than you were used to than in your own home. However, there wasn’t much time before the doctor would come to visit and you had a few things left to do before seeing him. Writing letters to your friends back at home to explain your journey and explain the place where you are staying now.

Three pm came upon you far too fast for your liking, but it was nearly at 3 o’clock sharp that Dr. Harvey came calling. He greeted you with the tip of his head as he walks into the room to find you sitting in the same place you were yesterday.

“I hope you hadn’t waiting for too long.” He speaks as he takes his seat across from you.

“Unfortunately doctor that’s all I seem to do.” He nods taking a seat.

“I came to discuss with you about the method of treatment that I had mentioned yesterday. After our meeting I strongly recommend this course.”

“Do please explain.”

“You will undergo a treatment that will involve you being able to expel your feminine liquids. Since you and your husband do not share each other’s company, and it is difficult for a woman to expel them herself. What this means is that I am to stimulate to for you for your health.”

“I see.” You blush at the doctor for even mentioning it.

He clears his throat before speaking, “I can feel your hesitancy, but I can assure you this will be relatively quick.”

“How exactly will you ‘stimulate me’ doctor?” You ask in meek voice attempting to sound more emboldened than you are at the moment.

“Easily. I will place a hand on your abdomen and the other I will massage until I feel that you had a paroxysmal convulsion.”

“I see. You said it would be relatively quick?”

“As quickly as I can.” He says with simply too much enthusiasm.

“Alright then. Let us try this new treatment then.”

You bring him to your bedroom for your ease and comfort he told you. It only occurred to you now as you slide your bloomers from under your dress that this man was going to see you. Doctor Harvey has you lay on the bed in such a way that he can stay standing. Sliding your dress up your legs you ask him a question.

“Doctor, how many patients have you done this treatment for?”

“Plenty while being trained on the treatment, but none since I came to practice here. Are you feeling nervous at all?”

“I am yes.”

“I will do my absolute best to ease any discomfort you may have. You will feel a slight pinch in the beginning but it should get better over time.”

He did not lie to you. As he entered a single finger to your entrance there was the familiar drag of skin to your dry opening. Sucking in a pained breath he stopped for a single moment.

“As I said it’s worse in the beginning. I will be better soon I promise.” He looks at you with concern in his eyes. You can tell he doesn’t want to be doing this anymore than you want it. Nodding to him the doctor moves his finger once again.

You feel your muscles relaxing while he moves his finger in a gentle front and back motion. Slowly coaxing the tingle from your belly; you begin to shift your legs higher onto the bed they were already perched on. Then just like a canary you sang a song. The dampness that spawned from a desert was amazing. The glide of the doctors’ finger within you had you singing a praise you didn’t know you could sing.

“Oh stars, Doctor Harvey this is incredible. Please don’t stop.” He responded by pushing the hand on top of your stomach just slightly harder while adding a second finger. Breathing heavily you look down to the doctor to see his sleeve rolled to his elbow, forearm flexing as he pushed his fingers into your newly soaked heat in earnest. Rolling your head back as he moved the hand on your stomach down slightly.

“I’m going to try something tell me if this doesn’t work, okay?”

He began to add more pressure to the top of your monds while pressing his thumb to the hood of your clit. The reaction was instantaneous, your hand grabbing to the one holding you. Wrapping your fingers around his wrist like you’re trying to ground yourself as your hips are now shaking to meet his thrusting fingers. Staggering breathing between throaty moans and cries of him to not stop whatever magic he is doing. You can hear the unmistakeable squelch as he moves his fingers is rapid movement. You feel like you’re on fire like everything is you is burning. The dress you’re wearing suddenly feels like a 40-pound weight, the muscles in your stomach begin to tighten so deeply they feel they’re about to cramp. Your free hand that’s not holding onto the doctor grips the covers beside you. You know you’ve been near screaming when you feel the two fingers leave your body. Breathing heavier than before you sit up to the edge of the bed.

You watch the doctor grab a linen from his bag to wipe off his wet fingers. Casually curling the rag around each of his fingers and down the palm of his hand. He looks to you as you stand and attempt to fix yourself in the slightest.

“Thank you Doctor, that was a very informative treatment. Although, dare I say, Mrs. Harvey must be a very happy lady.” You say towards him with a smile on your face. He responds with a laugh.

“Heavens, there is no Mrs. Harvey. I am unwed; however, I’m happy that you are feeling better after just one treatment. We will have to continue this for at least a few more weeks, just once a week to make sure you’re well and comfortable. “

‘No wife?’ you think to yourself ‘How has this man remained unmarried? Certainly that was incredible and it was unlike anything felt before.’

“I do not know how long I may be here. I don’t see why we shouldn’t make this twice a week to speed up recovery time.” You hope that you’re not coming across more crass than you intend to be.

“I can understand your desire to go back to your home, but I would rather not try to rush your recovery. Your symptoms seemed to be mild at the very least so just once a week should be okay for now.” Slight disappointment washed over you.

“Next week then Doctor?”

“Next week.” And with that he left.

Six weeks have gone by since coming to Pelican Town. The spring was now turning to summer and the heat was getting slightly more intense. Although you’re by the ocean so the blazing sun doesn’t seem as blistering as it would at home. Living in the country seemed to have its perks. The small community seemed to be the backbone of this town. There weren’t very many people to get acquainted with and the home in which you’re staying doesn’t have the space to host but nonetheless you’ve managed to make a few friends here.

You made fast friends with Robin who is aware of your condition and promises to keep things quiet after she heard your cries from an open window during a treatment. She is the local carpenter and was coming by to offer her services when she heard the cries. Even with that she offered nothing but support and understanding. Her previous husband tried to have her institutionalized after the birth of her first son before his death. Thanking the heavens above for your husband who apparently loved you enough to not send you there.

Your treatments otherwise have been very helpful in restoring a delightful mood. Today is a day for Dr. Harvey to come and visit. As the weeks have progressed you’ve invited him later and later to have him join you for dinner.

As the clock tolls 5 o’clock there is a sharp knock on the door. You hear the voices down the hall.

“Doctor Harvey, will you be joining the lady for dinner this evening?”

“If the lady wishes it, I would be glad to.” Harvey responds back. You can hear the rustling of his coat being collected and the footsteps of his approach. It almost feels like a response on these days. Once the footsteps come close you feel your body light with want.

“Doctor Harvey, it’s good to see you.” You say, smile plastered on your face. Standing to greet him. You move your way across the floor meeting him behind the couch. With a quick glimpse behind him you grab his forearms.

“It is good to see you as well. I am to take that I will be joining you again this week for dinner?” He says to you as you look up to him giving his arms a reassuring squeeze.

“As you know I get rather lonely here. What better company than the wonderful doctor that’s treating my illness.” He laughs as you lead him to your bed once again.

This will be the eighth treatment from him, and he will need to reassess after the tenth has been finished. Hoping your time with the kind doctor doesn’t come to an end too soon you pray that he will find some reason to keep you here longer.

You’ve become accustomed to not wearing anything under your dress on the day the doctor comes to visit, and each time the nerves wrack up your spine.

“Feeling giddy today it seems?” He spoke as he rolled his sleeves up once again. It doesn’t seem like you will tire of looking at the pale skin of his arms. Knees backing into the side of the mattress.

“In truth doctor I’ve been having impure thoughts. I used to not have anything like this before.” You loosened the cover that sits over your corset. Allowing you more cooling air to hit your mostly covered chest.

“And what type of impure thoughts are they?” He asks as he helps you slide your dress further up your thighs after you lay in your designated spot.

“I don’t think I should tell you.” You say to him while he pulls up the chair you brought in for him around the week four mark.

“I am your doctor, I think you should tell me.”

“I want to know things that I shouldn’t want to know.”

“Now you have piqued my curiosity. Do tell me.”

You take in a short breath before answering, “I want to know how your moustache feels. How it feels against my legs, my chest, my arms, here.” You stop to point to your mouth before continuing. “And most of all. Here.” You open your previously held together legs to show him the growing damp.

You swore you heard him let a slight gasp before he traced a finger to your outer lips. His eyes scan your half-dressed body to meet your own. He tilts his lip to give you a smirk.

“I believe some of that might be arranged.” He spoke so softly as he lifted your left leg into his hand. Lightly pressing kisses to the inside of your calf. You sigh in content when he moves his mouth higher up your leg. Trailing feather light kisses until he reaches the inside of your thigh where he planted a hot kiss. You open your legs a little further urging him to meet your center and offer you release. Even slower than before he marks wet lips to where your thigh dips. Steaming breaths cloud his rounded spectacles as his mouth hovers over you.

“Harvey…” You whimper. He takes one quick tentative lap with the tip of his tongue against you. You shiver, hands planted firmly onto your knees as you spread them as far as they can go. Fully displayed for the man, slick lips puffy from the morning when you failed to achieve what he can do successfully.

He lets out a shaking breath before muttering something. Before you can ask him what he said his mouth attached itself. Lips suctioned onto the sensitive part of you that he has learned to maneuver with his thumb. Gasping for breath you keep griping the tops of your knees until he dips his tongue into your entrance. Hand sliding down to his hair, and he moans into you. The vibration alone causes you to moan back like it was a call.

“Gods above!” You exclaim. Hand feeling his hair for the first time and it was so soft beneath your fingertips. You mistakenly move your hips up to meet his muscle and he lets out a low growl using both of his hands to keep your hips in place. He laps at your sex with hunger and want to push his head further into you.

Your moans begin to fall off your lips in words of praise and delight. Both hands now twisting wildly into his hair when he lifts the bottom of you. Placing your legs on his shoulders he grips your butt to raise it from the mattress. You start to chant his name like it’s the only word that’s in your mind. He moans into you again and this time you could nearly faint.

“Fingers, Harvey, I need your fingers!” You cry as you feel the intense tightening begin to threat. He obliges and pushes the two fingers into you. The combination of the licking and sucking with the pump of his fingers makes you claw at the sheets. Crying as the damn broke, he began to slow his fingers.

“No, please don’t stop. One more, one more please.” Who is he to deny you. He removes his mouth from you to speed his fingers once again. Curling the fingers your eyes are squeezed shut. Legs held open my sheer force of will, toes curling against the cover. The intensity is so great for this. Your legs begin to quake, breathing labored as moans keep falling from between your lips. His hand moves slightly faster the obscene noise coming from your body would leave you embarrassed if not for how much enjoyment you were getting out of this. You open your eyes to find Harvey palming himself through his trousers. Prominent bulge showing through the tan fabric. You whimper again as you reach your hand out towards him just to feel. That’s all you told yourself. He lets you feel the thickness of it through his trousers. You could feel the heat of him seeping through into your palm and when you look up to see his face you’re awestruck.

Glasses tilted slightly, naturally wavy hair falls in a mess on his head, some even sticking to his forehead, moustache matted down against his parted lips, cheeks flushed and panting heavily. You threw your head back against the mattress whole body shaking against the surface. Harvey let out the longest and loudest groan as you looked down in horror. Shooting up so fast it nearly made you topple over

“I- I am so sorry Doctor Harvey! I didn’t realize that I could… Did I make water on you?” Harvey had no worded response. He quickly reached out to cup your face to haul you in for a kiss. Moaning once again but now into his mouth that tasted like you. Your lips parted only to meet again after heads changed directions. Your hands threaded their way through his hair again. Touch starved and lonely the both of you. As you broke apart you looked into each other’s eyes.

“Oh no.”

#stardew harvey #Harvey smut #sdv harvey #smut #stardew valley

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in honor of ppl calling astarion chaotic evil for some reason, lets look at the players handbook alignment section, specifically the three chaotic alignments: "Chaotic good (CG) creatures act as their conscience directs, with little regard for what others expect. Copper dragons, many elves, and unicorns are chaotic good." "Chaotic neutral (CN) creatures follow their whims, holding their personal freedom above all else. Many barbarians and rogues, and some bards, are chaotic neutral." "Chaotic evil (CE) creatures act with arbitrary violence, spurred by their greed, hatred, or bloodlust. Demons, red dragons, and orcs are chaotic evil."

astarion does not act on arbitrary violence, and even admonishes you for doing so if you play durge (the urge during act 2), because you could have had better chances and influence if they were alive. he cares about his own freedom, and power is a method to get and keep it. he does not care about violence either way when it does not suit his bids for freedom through gaining power. he is chaotic neutral, that's why he will stay in both a 'good' and 'evil' run of bg3. the only evil companion is minthara. companions are not accessible if you play in a moral alignment contrary to their own (i.e. wyll and karlach leaving during an 'evil' run and minthara being inaccessible for a 'good' run). so astarion staying during both alignments means he is neutral.

#bg3 #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 companions

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Is everything ok

nothing has been ok since i turned 12 but thank u for asking!

#a whole mood #I felt that one all too real

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WWDITS / BG3 crossover

#astarion #bg3 #wwdits #idk #omfl

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cassiopeia - [astarion ancunin]

ft. astarion x afab!reader

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disclaimers: smutty ‘continuation’ of the graveyard scene, potential hints at spoilers read at your own discretion!! nothing is stated outright though, lightly touches on astarion’s past. smut, unprotected p in v, afab!receiving oral, i think that’s all!! <3

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The inky blanket of night above offered a peculiar sense of comfort and artificial privacy as you allowed yourself to be laid down to the dirt, coaxed by an eager whisper. Pushed gently by your shoulders you beared down until your elbows hit short grass and fingers curled for purchase, your breath hitching with a gasp much to the delight of your partner.

“Astarion-” You mumble, a whisper strained by the lump in your throat. His tepid breath rolls over your skin and elicits a deep shiver as he drapes kisses along the sharp of your jaw and down your craned neck, humming against you.

“Yes, my sweet?” He drawls with a voice like velvet, a pet name spoken in alluring promise. “Is something the matter?” His lips hover by where your pulse races almost teasingly before he reluctantly pulls away to meet your eyes, one brow raised in asking. That narrowed stare of wine red used to intimidate you into a shamed silence with the way he inspects you but now it’s nothing short of thrilling, a soft admiration hiding behind the hardened edges. It makes your heart skip a beat.

Astarion has you pinned beneath him with his knees bracketing your thighs, lithe hands curled into fists that rest beside your own on the dirt once dug to bury and conceal a centuries old tragedy. He’s careful to hold his body over yours, the small distance between something you both ache to close, but this time there will be no haste or lascivious urgency. This time he will make sure that your undoing is slow and sinfully indulgent.

“No.” You hum with a beaming smile and a terse shake of your head. “Quite the opposite, actually.” Raising a hand you slide it around the back of his neck, grazing over the pin prick scars that mar his pallid skin. Though he doesn’t seem to mind your doting touch, especially when you thread your fingers into the silvery curls at his nape and tug him toward you.

Your lips crash together in a suffocating kiss that earns a muffled sound of surprise from the back of Astarion’s throat, though he is quick to take charge. He relies his weight onto one hand so the other can cup your jaw and urge you closer, heads tilting a fraction so his pert nose nestles beside your own as he takes your bottom lip between his, the kiss turning hurriedly fervent.

Without thinking you tug his hair and feel him smile against you, a tease of pointed teeth making goosebumps bloom along your arms as excitement swells hotly in your chest. Astarion’s hand wanders from your jaw to the column of your throat, the soft pads of his fingers following the line of your pulse which captivates him like no other. And he damn near moans when he sucks your bottom lip and feels that fast thrum jump for him.

There’s something so intimate about it that could easily draw him into obsession, for once being allowed an earnest lust that hides no foul intention but rather a newfound admiration and even love. Though hunger is never far away, always playing on the back of his mind.

Astarion breaks away from your lips in favour of peppering ardent kisses down your neck again, each one sloven and pressed with parted lips. You have to tuck your bottom lip between your teeth to keep quiet and bite back even the smallest of sounds or longing sighs. But everything was positively electrifying. If you knew any better you might find some shame in how easily you were losing yourself to his every touch but the heat that coursed through you left no room for doubtful thoughts if any at all.

You trail your hand from his neck to his shoulder, tipping your head back and allowing him better access as he dotes on the hollow of your throat with his sloppy affections. Down further still your gentle touch tracks, skimming over his chest and abdomen, reaching the belt fastened on his doublet. Deft fingers attempt to release the clasp but with only one hand, and a shaky one at that, it proves to be difficult. But you’d rather not lay your back into the dirt if you could help it.

A resonant hum rumbles against your skin, one that shifts into a rich chuckle though not his usual one of derision. “You really are eager, aren’t you?” Astarion mutters in a teasing whisper and you can practically hear his smirk. “Just relax, darling. We need not rush.”

His hand lays over the top of yours and with practised ease unfastens the buckle. Shifting back onto his knees with a devilish grin he slowly shucks the overcoat off his shoulders and down his arms, a deliberate show of gold accented fabric slowly sliding away and revealing his white undershirt you’ve grown to recognise. Though your eyes are immediately drawn to where the neckline is left unlaced, just a peek of toned chest that makes you want to curl your fingers around the fabric and pull it open wider, a greedy desire to admire him for all he is.

“Ahem.” Astarion clears his throat, amused. Catching yourself in your brazen ogling you swiftly snap your gaze back up to find a particularly smug simper, perfected with a flash of dangerous fangs. “Sorry,” you shrug sarcastically, mimicking that same cheeky grin. “Just admiring the view.”

Your words almost seem to make him shy, the corner of his mouth twitching before a chuckle rips out of his chest with a lightheartedness that echoes into the shadows. “You always know exactly what I want to hear, don’t you?” He hums, folding his overcoat and tucking it behind your head much to your surprise.

He must’ve picked up on your hesitance to lay back and let your shoulders meet the cropped grass, uncharacteristically allowing his usually pristine clothes to be sullied in the name of this pursuit. It’s not like a little dirt won’t wipe away anyway but Astarion, as you’ve known him, has always been one to keep everything immaculate with unwavering dedication; unless it’s a sacrifice of battle. And now as you lay here so close to the dirt, the truth he had told you only minutes before he pinned you down swirling in your head, you start to realise why and curl your fingers into the grass. You can only hope to replace that rotten memory with a juxtaposing one.

“Maybe I do.” You mutter, relaxing your hands again and taking a deep breath. He nods curtly and you heed the instruction to lay your head back onto the makeshift cushion of his doublet, now free to wrap your arms around his neck and lace your fingers together at his nape. “Thank you.” You say before you seize his lips again.

Astarion wastes no time and commandeers the kiss, a tease of tongue guiding things to turn hungry. One hand remains at your side to consciously hold his weight above you while the other caresses your waist, gradually trailing down and hastily tugging your shirt free from where you had it tucked beneath your belt. The cold air rushes over your skin and elicits a muffled gasp as he hikes the fabric up your stomach, sneaking his hand beneath it and laying his spread palm against you.

The touch makes you quiver, an all encompassing anticipation that grows more ardent like a flame being stoked as he slowly slides his hand lower and lower, fingertips daring to push beneath your waistband. You try fruitlessly to hide the milquetoast moan that rips out of your throat but the way it rumbles against his lips emboldens Astarion to keep going, toying with the band of your underwear.

“Fuck-“ You have to pull away to gasp, lolling your head back and blinking up at the stars with heavy lids. He stills his movements and keeps his finger hooked beneath the fabric while you gaze up at the night, watching your chest rise and fall with each gulping breath you take to pace your rapidfire pulse.

The cover of clouds has cleared now and revealed a small spattering of stars, some dull and some twinkling but all observing, perhaps judging. Astarion can feel how you tense up, see how the furrow of your brows pulls a wrinkle between them and leans down to kiss your forehead, keeping his gaze trained on you. His hand slowly slides back up, as far as you will let him before you grab his wrist.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, my sweet? You seem… nervous.” He drawls in a dulcet tone, voice lined with the tenderness you had been teaching him, learnt through your shining example. “You know you can always stop me if I get too, shall we say, feisty.”

You spare a short titter, body made rigid by shyness, and glance fleetingly at his bright eyes which seem to bore through you then back to the stars. They make you feel watched in a kind of a disapproving manner, after all a graveyard is not the best place for the night of celebration you had in mind. But Astarion can make any risqué idea sound like a wise one when he speaks with that melodic timbre he takes, such an expert in persuasion.

“Should we be doing this here?” You ask quietly, glancing around at the army of headstones that further build your hesitance like watching eyes. “It feels disrespectful.” Your voice mellows to a whisper and you curl your fingers into the collar of his shirt, drawing him closer. He clicks his tongue against his teeth and shakes his head, stray strands of silver falling free from his neatly styled hair.

“Take it from me, darling, the dead aren’t the type to be outraged by a show of passion.” Astarion’s lips curl up with a devilish grin, wetting them with a dart of his tongue and flashing those fangs with a wild look in his eyes.

“This is debauchery.” You hiss through gritted teeth, the tension leaving your shoulders again as your blood runs hot. He chuckles, deliberate and gravelly. It makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

“Oh yes. It is, isn’t it? You know me so well.” He leans close and mouths over the crook of your neck, mumbling a sultry whisper. “We’re safe, darling. So unless you have any further worries…” He presses gently with the heel of his palm against your skin as he speaks, resting just above your hip like a reminder and suggestion.

You giggle sweetly and can’t help but to squirm beneath him, nodding enthusiastically. “If you say so, lover.” You hum, moving your hands to his waist and balling up the silky material of his shirt, tugging it free from his waistband like he had done for yours. “But if we get in trouble for this you are to blame.”

Astarion barely registers your playful scolding of him as the sound of that gentle sobriquet falling from your lips absorbs him, an echo bouncing between his ears. Still he had not grown used to your praise and affections, to the fact that he could be deserving of them. It was baffling despite the weeks he had spent growing used to your company but god, he loved it, treasured every saccharine word you said to him. And it only made him want this all the more.

“I can bear to live with that.” He nodded. Your hands tuck under his shirt and fingers splay against the small of his back, eliciting a groan that rumbles against your throat as he slowly kisses down to the neckline of your shirt. He dotes on every inch of your skin that he can reach without ripping the fabric away from you, hand groping the plush of your hip while still tucked beneath your trousers.

Your mind is becoming increasingly foggy as you find yourself falling apart in his hands, burning for every touch he would be so generous as to give you. And luckily he was done being patient. Astarion shuffles back on his knees and both hands hurriedly grab the waistband of your trousers, tugging roughly and forcing you to lift your hips up for him as he drags the fabric down your thighs. You gasp a strangled sound of surprise and tip your chin down to get a good look at the desperation on his face, the flame flickering behind red irises that makes your breath hitch.

“Legs back for me, my dear.” He grunts, already guiding you through the motions with a commanding hold on you, pushing your thighs back to your chest. Your trousers are tugged down to your ankles and left crudely bunched up above your boots so the chill of the night's air can wander up your legs, as do Astarion’s delicate hands.

“There you are.” His touch takes a path over the outside of your thighs, a gentle drag of familiarity that teases your senses and earns a shaky breath out. You tuck your hands into the pits of your knees to hold your legs back and peer past to see the awestruck look on his face, pupils blown wide and wavering with kiss wet lips bitten between his teeth. At last he gets to truly enjoy this.

“Is this okay, my sweet?” Astarion asks as he settles himself to the dirt, face level with your hips and hands roving to your ass. His face is dangerously close to the apparent wet patch in your underwear, so close that you can feel his heavy breaths fan over you as you stutter a response.

“Yes. Fuck, please just touch me.” The gentle roll of his breath over you makes the dull thud of desperation even more intense, a nagging sensation that has you bristling with impatience. “As you wish, darling.” He hums, dripping with smugness.

Deft fingers curl around the hem of your underwear and pull the sodden fabric aside, earning an unbidden gasp from your lips as the cold drapes over you. But immediately the chill is replaced by the wet warmth of Astarion’s mouth and the moan that rips out of your throat is nothing short of a sinful cry to the heavens. One that would tell them to banish you.

With hot, languid laps he licks up your cunt, the tip of his tongue teasing your dripping hole. A groan rumbles from the back of Astarion’s throat and his eyes fall closed, lashes grazing the high of his rose dusted cheeks that tug up with his smile.

“Oh god.” You curse, shaky words so telling as you easily fall apart with each wet kiss pressed against you. He takes his time working you open, slovenly licking and letting the heady taste of you wash thickly on his tongue like he couldn’t get enough. A chaste kiss to your clit knocks the air out of your lungs and has you choking out his name, your eyes screwing shut.

“Astarion-“ You uttered, whining as his hands kept busy squeezing the plush of your thighs that bracket his head. He hums into you but doesn’t relent, eager kisses turning into flicking licks against your bud, each one sending a ripple of pleasure coursing through you. Even the smallest affections feel intense as your heart leaps in your chest, a kind of sensitivity you hadn’t felt since Astarion drank from your neck. It’s just what he does to you.

Every breath you take becomes ragged and you find yourself trying to roll your hips into his face to chase the friction, earning a terse laugh and a mumble of, ‘so good’. The gentle pressure he pressed with his tongue became firmer to deepen and make stronger the flame that bounced up your skin, settling low behind your stomach and growing with every sloppy kiss against your cunt.

Astarion was enraptured, with a dopey smile on his face in between his ministrations that you kept trying to catch a glimpse of, but it was hard to hold your head up thanks to the bone-deep rumble of bliss. You tried your hardest not to squirm or writhe though your legs jolt every time the impulse makes itself known, commanding your body and illustrating to him just how badly you need this.

Again he laps up the length of your cunt, hole clenching around nothing as you whine for more. With a low groan he closes his lips around your clit and gives a testing suckle that sends a sharp shockwave through you, eliciting a high, breathy moan.

“Fuck!” You gasp, back arching and toes curling. Astarion’s grip on your thighs stays steadfast, fingertips pressing dips into your flesh with his force as he sucks at your supple bud, certainly leaving a mess of spit. Your mind was so hopelessly addled, made dumb by the inexhaustible flame coiling low inside you, every suck and lick stoking it to scorch higher. It’s almost too much to handle.

“Astarion-“ Came your cry of his name again, over and over in mantra. “W-Wait.” Everything stilled at a seconds notice, his touch broke away from you and you heard him take a shaky breath in. Once again your tatty boots meet the dirt, chest heaving with panting breaths and bottom lip quivering.

He was quick to clamber over you with one hand beside your body, holding him stable, and the other gently cupping your face. Glassy eyes search your features for a furrowed brow or gritted teeth but find neither, only a blissed out smile with appled cheeks pushed high to squinty eyes.

“Are you alright, my dear?” Astarion asks carefully, his cogent question breaking through the cloud of your reverie. You nod lazily and spare a short titter, both hands reaching to grab the collar of his shirt. “Mhm. I just, I want us to feel good together. To finish together. Please?”

Astarion mimics your little laugh, forever amused by the modesty with which you speak despite the glisten of your arousal still shining on his lips. Even his influence had never managed to shake off your properness or bashfulness surrounding such lust driven endeavours, and for that he was glad.

“Of course, darling. How could I ever deny you anything?”

He claims your lips in a messy kiss and you struggle not to shy away from the apparent taste of yourself lingering on his tongue, whining against his mouth. Your hands make themselves busy trailing down his toned torso, eagerly finding the hem of his thin shirt once again and beginning to push it up, exposing pallid skin to the night air. He grunts and draws back, giving you a look full of fondness.

“Need something?” Astarion simpers, grazing his thumb over your bottom lip. You nod and hike the fabric higher, beaming such a sweet smile. “Can you take this off?” You ask quietly, made shy by your own suggestion. “Only if you’re comfortable. And won’t get cold.”

He chuckles heartily and sits back, running a hand through silver hair before both replace where yours had ushered his shirt up his skin. With one quick tug it’s off over his head and ruining the neatness of his silky hair but the sight of him pulling the material away from his body, down his arms that catch the moonlight just right, is ever so worth it. Your ogling is obvious but earnest, eyes bright with your smile.

Astarion’s adams apple bobs as he swallows a strained breath and for a fleeting second he almost seems nervous, made restive by your attentive, honeyed gaze. Though he quickly pulls himself together, biting his handsome smirk with his pointed fangs.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” He coos, carefully taking your chin in his hand to guide you to look him in the eye, his usual bravado lighting him up with a glint in his eye that isn’t quite him. “I know, I know. I’m quite a sight to behold, aren’t I? You’ll have to hold yourself together, darling, we’re only just getting started.”

The giddy smile that tugs your lips up almost threatens to twist into a laugh, your chest rumbling with mirth as you realise exactly what he is doing. With a gentle caress you cup Astarion’s pale cheek and draw him closer to press a chaste kiss to his lips, all reassurance and wordless coaxing.

“Oh, lover.” You chide with a patient shake of your head. “You already have me right where you want me, can’t you see?” His brows furrow and he curls his shirt into his first, confused but nodding nonetheless. Your tone has turned gentle and not quite scolding but he knows it well, knows it might as well be and that he’s apparently missing something, blindsided by his eagerness.

“Forget your old tricks, you don’t need them anymore, and you certainly don’t need to hide behind them.” His expression softens as you speak, eyes widening and lips parting as if to rebuke but nothing surfaces, just a dumbfounded click of his tongue.

“Just relax, I’ve got you.” You smile, eyes pulled to squint by the fondness that fills you. Astarion shivers and stares in wonderment, left speechless by such genuineness, such kindness he hadn’t been shown in years. He could almost laugh at the fact that now, here, is when you’ve chosen to wear him down with your sweetest affections.

You really have got him figured out but for once the notion doesn’t scare him. He hadn’t so much as realised he was doing it, even in that small way of drawled words of seduction designed to lure you in, that trained lilt to his voice that gave him away. It came to him automatically through centuries of forced habit but now with your guidance it could be undone, he could learn the true appeal of the thrill another’s touch- your touch- gave him, and indulge in it sincerely.

Already you had broken down those walls and he longed desperately for more. For the intimacy of being understood in his newfound freedom. And knowing you will help him reclaim this part of his life could almost make him tear up, almost.

“Thank you, my sweet.” Astarion utters, breathless and earnest. His tone mellows, free of his learnt smugness or self righteousness and instead becoming the genuine one you crave. “You know me better than I seem to know myself.” You shake your head, just a small movement, and take his face in your hands, really studying him now. His eyes look lighter, shy smile wider and for the first time you notice the crows feet pulled into his skin and the dimple in his right cheek. All things he hasn’t had the joy of seeing. It makes your heart ache.

“Then I’ll have to teach you everything I know.” You sigh through a laugh, pulling him in for another delicate kiss that he melts into, quickly growing addicted to the softer affections life with you can offer him. His hand caresses down the side of your neck to again find that thrumming pulse, holding you gently and monitoring your reaction as he licks at your bottom lip, thrilled to feel it jump.

Hunger seeps in all over again, the product of nagging ardour. Your hands wander Astarion’s body at a testing pace as if expecting him to tense or shy away but he never does, instead groaning a low rasp as your fingers ghost over his abs and down. His breath hitches when your touch reaches his waistband and you pull away to gaze at him, expecting to find a nervous scowl or a pinched brow that tells of hesitance but there is no such thing.

He’s smirking handsomely with a brow raised as if to encourage you or dare you to venture further, attempting to coax you away from the bashfulness he sees in the twitch of your lip.

“Go on, my dear.” He drawls, timbre deepened with that velvety purr. “I'm ready for you.”

You catch your kiss-wet bottom lip between your teeth and slowly drag your dominant hand lower and lower, palming over the straining bulge in Astarion’s pants. He groans behind closed lips, a long and drawn out sound of relief, and rolls his hips forwards against your hand encouragingly, unabashedly craving more.

“Oh, please.” He sighs, eyes fluttering shut. You hum and trace the outline of his hard cock through his clothes, teasing his tip and making him hiss tersely. “There you go.” You huff, your other hand scrunching up the waistband of his trousers and underwear in one, giving a testing tug. “Is this okay?” You ask with a curious lilt.

“Yes.” Astarion chokes out hastily without a second of thought. “In fact, I’m almost inclined to tell you to hurry up.” His retort comes playfully with a poorly muscled down grin, his eyes squinting open just enough to see you shake your head with the same lightheartedness.

You tsk and pull the restrictive fabric down his thighs just enough for his cock to jump free, nearly tapping against the low of his stomach. A pearl of precum sits on his ruddy tip and you desperately want to reach to smear it but Astarion moves faster than you can, earning a gasp that tails into a whine. He huffs a short chuckle and turns his attention back to your legs where your ankles remain temporarily bound by your pants left pooled around them.

With a grunt he tugs your dusty boots off and sets them to one side, carelessly throwing them to the dirt alongside his balled up shirt. Your trousers are quick to follow, swiftly stripped from you so that he may situate himself in the space between your legs, settling onto his knees with yours hiked up over his hips.

“Someone’s eager.” You say as you reach for him, hands taking purchase on his slender waist. He fails to bite back a smirk then, wine red eyes glowing with that unabating lust as one of his hands grips your thigh, the other fisting his cock for a couple of languid strokes. He presses his cockhead against your cunt, a quick smack, and you both groan out, buzzing with anticipation.

“Why of course, darling.” Astarion coos, taking a deep breath as if to show restraint. “Are you ready? I don’t think I can bear to wait much longer.” He mutters, staring longingly into your eyes as if searching for something. You hum and nod, squeezing his waist.

“Yes, please. Just hurry up.” You giggle to fight yet another whine, mimicking his earlier quip and shifting your hips just a little in your impatience. Astarion scoffs, all faux offence and shock. “The cheek of it.” He drawls, looming over you. “Best watch your mouth, my sweet.”

You shudder deeply as his tip nudges your glistening cunt, guided by his hand to smear your dripping arousal on the both of you. You tip your head back and take a deep breath as he again nudges at your hole, hand sliding from your thigh to your hip with an iron grip to stabilise you as he slowly brings his hips forward and pushes inside.

“Oh my god.” You curse lowly, nails digging into his skin as you cling on with bated breath, gritting your teeth through the sting of the stretch. “That’s it, darling, easy now.” Astarion speaks softly, a gentle reassurance whispered through his own gravelly groan. It only takes a second for you to go pliant in his hands, grip going lax on his sides and hips relaxing so he can surge even closer, lips falling to part as he bottoms out.

You both just freeze there for a second, tensed up and suspended in the electrifying sensation that washes over each of you in a blistering wave. You blink up at the scattered stars and listen to the drum beat of your heart pounding loudly in your ears that muffles out the sounds of the night. It's peaceful in its own way, like it's just you and him bound together without disturbance. Astarion lets out a long sigh with a grin tipping the corners of his mouth up before he hunches over you, kissing your burning cheek.

“You feel so good, my sweet.” He whispers against your skin, draping delicate kisses along your jaw as you take a moment to adjust. Each one gets messier as they follow down your throat, open-mouthed and spit-wet until he finds where you pulse pounds the sweetest, that little erogenous spot. He focuses his affections there, with a tease of tongue like he can't get enough of the way kissing that supple pulse point makes his lips tingle.

“Astarion.” You mumble, wrapping your arms around his back and tapping twice. He hums but doesn’t relent, still lapping at your tepid skin and eliciting a shiver when his fangs ever so slightly skim over that sweet spot. “Please, move.” You beg, craning your neck for him all the more without so much as thinking. He presses one last kiss against the hollow of your throat before forcing himself to pull back to gaze down at you, forever awestruck at the sight of you.

He nods mindlessly and slowly pulls his hips back, beginning a pattern of slow and shallow thrusts. A timid moan falls from your lips and your toes curl, blinking up at his equally enchanted expression. With each press forward you already feel the sparks of that sinful flame licking low behind your stomach, left burning from his earlier ministrations as if waiting for and demanding more.

Curses spill past his lips in mantra as he slowly builds speed, never once looking away from you as if he couldn’t dare to, like he’d miss something crucial. The way your eyes screw shut and mouth falls open, each little noise tumbling free just for him to hear, another whisper in the dark. You were doing well to keep quiet, muffling your cries of pleasure by unkindly biting down on your bottom lip, but he longed to hear each one loud and clear even if it meant waking the dead.

Astarion sets a brutal pace, with his jaw set clenched and trembling hands taking you by the hips he pulls you into each of his sharp thrusts, guiding your body like he knew just what you needed. It sent shockwaves coursing through you, ardent and suffocating that had you struggling not to claw at his skin as you held him tight. Instead you urged him closer, gasping his name and feeling the musculature of his back tense beneath your fingertips.

Between stifled moans you pepper you kisses along his neck, dodging ridged scars for his comfort and coaxing him to let up with every doting ministration. He groans your name in a roar and slides a hand up your body, greedily tucked under your shirt in search of skin, desperate for all you could give him. The sound of his skin meeting yours began to echo into the stuffy air as the pistoning of his hips got faster still as if he was thoughtlessly chasing the oneiric bliss you could offer him.

For so long he had been bereft of earnest pleasure in the hands of a lover but in a matter of moments spent with you he understood, and became hooked. It’s like he was melting beneath your fingertips, made pliable by your softest of touches and patient attention, it broke him down like nothing else could and made him want to be just as soft of a lover in return. With each thrust he was easing up, you could feel it as your hands roved over his skin and fingertips found raised scars. He hissed but didn’t deter your touch, instead craning even closer so you were nearly chest to chest.

Your name tumbles from his lips and hot breath fans over your cupid’s bow as he speaks, his hips beginning to stutter in their pattern. Astarion really was falling apart all for you and the sight bordered unholy. Silver hair that was typically kept so neat fell forward and tickled your hairline, though he cared not to card a hand through and fix it like he would ordinarily. Red eyes that stared daggers were left bleary and squinted by a lopsided smile, telling of a vulnerability that had long been buried deep at last unearthed. Lips that were often pulled thin by a scowl fell agape with moans of your name amongst devilish blaspheming and every single utterance drove you wild. Like this he was yours, truly and wholly.

His hand slides out from under your screwed up shirt in favour of venturing down and down until lithe fingers find the bead of your clit, hastily rubbing tight little circles to bring you to the edge alongside him. You squeal a moan and cling onto him tightly, handing yourself away to the building static that commanded your body, the knotting fire that burned blue-bright and tall. Both of you were trembling with minds addled to the point of rendering you speechless but it was heaven, or the closest thing to it you'd ever known.

“Astarion!” You beg, a high pitched keen. “Oh lover, I’m so close- please!” You roll your hips into him as best you can as you stumble towards climax, bearing down against him to chase that high. A choked sound that tries to be your name rips out of his throat and he nods hurriedly, pressing his forehead flush to yours and trying his damnedest to keep his narrowed eyes open, aching to watch you come apart.

“Please, darling.” He grumbles, barely keeping it together. “Let me see it, let me feel you.”

That warbled beg was all you needed to hear. As if on command your climax seizes your body, spurred on by his eager fingertips and interminable thrusts. Your eyes screw shut and your legs jolt beyond conscious control, writhing as you see white behind closed eyelids, blotches in your vision that mimic the gorgeous stars overhead. But these ones are far prettier, brighter with the product of the flame.

Astarion follows within a matter of seconds, collapsing onto his elbows with his chest brushing yours as climax finally claims him and winds him of his breath. It’s more than bliss. It’s the best thing that’s ever rocked through him, head to toe it lights him up and the unabashed moan that punches out of him makes that much clear as it echoes through the army of headstones. This is what he had been missing. How blind he had been.

You feel the slight, blinding pressure as he spills inside you but it only drags out your orgasm that bit more, legs going limp and falling from where they had been hiked on his hips. Astarion gulps down pants of breaths as he tries to navigate the aftershocks, brought back down to earth by the gentle caress of your hands up and down his back. As soon as he is back to himself you hear a terse giggle fan past your ear, his chest rumbling with mirth as he noses against your cheek, his mind still foggy.

“Remind me to bring you here more often.” He simpers and you can hear the smug smile that tugs at his features without needing so much as a glance to confirm it. You mimic his little laugh, albeit breathless and airy, and deliver a playful smack to his shoulder, all false scolding and no venom.

“I’ll bring flowers next time, then.” You retort, clicking your tongue against your teeth. His laugh grew heartier, fuller as he came back to his senses while enveloped in the tender warmth of your touch. Oh lord, he could get used to this…

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grae-98 · 1 year ago

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Okay but I love super petty shit. It's so good and I will eat this meal all day. Delicious

Softer Now (18+)

Ahh! You guys seem to be really enjoying these. I realized I was just writing the same Tav so there's that

Warnings: Soft smut, definite voyeurism, a decent amount of blood drinking, Soft!Astarion, pre-Act III, post-Act II

“Aren’t you just a little jealous?” Karlach asked, joining Astarion near the stash of wine they found.

“Why would I be jealous of the walking encyclopedia?” He smirked, watching a certain elf interact with a certain wizard.

“Oh c’mon! He’s flirting with her and you two are a thing, right?”

“I find it rather charming, actually,” he took a swig of the awful wine in his hand.

The Tiefling looked from the vampire spawn to the pair looking over some old tome whose name no one else could pronounce. “Charming?”

“Let me tell you what I see,” he set the bottle down to face the barbarian. “To you and I, Gale is obviously flirting. In a very clumsy manner, but flirting all the same. Our fearless leader, however, has no idea. To her, he is as much of a friend as Wyll or Shadowheart. Yet, he keeps trying because he has no clue that she simply isn’t flirting back.”

“That doesn’t make you angry?”

“Of course not!” He laughed, “I can barely believe he managed to bed a goddess with how he flirts.”

“It does seem pretty out there, as far as stories go,” Karlach crossed her arms and continued to watch the pair.

“Anyways, I know there’s no competition.”

She smirked, “You do sound a teensy bit jealous.”

“My dear, I do not get jealous.” The more he thought about it, the more pause it gave him. Their resident wizard does try to hold her attention more often than he should. But Tav’s time was her own. He knew he had nothing to worry about. After everything they’ve been through, he couldn’t imagine her changing her mind at the last moment. Right?

Tav, on the other hand, was enjoying pouring over the old tome they had found. It gave some interesting insight into Illithids and their reasonings. Unfortunately, she was unable to read the language it was written in. She was thankful for Gale in that sense. Who knew he spoke Deep Speech? Granted it was written in Espruar but the script itself was odd. The wizard had helped her decipher a few pages about psionic energy and how they have mastered it. It truly was fascinating.

“This is nice,” Gale spoke from next to her. He was holding the dusty tome in his hands with the bard sitting near him, using her mage hand to scribble any notes she’s taken.

She looked up at him with wide eyes, “I suppose it is! I’m very happy we found this book.”

“It truly is remarkable,” he swallowed, “It’s also a nice excuse to spend more time together in the midst of all this madness.”

“Oh! I suppose it is nice to sit with everyone.” She didn’t fail to notice him scoot slightly closer. Just a hair between them now.

Gale closed the book and turned to look at the elf next to him. “I’m afraid I must ask you something.”

Something in Tav’s mind warned her to walk away. But she was still getting used to that voice, so she elected not to listen to it. This was Gale. This was her friend. “What’s on your mind?”

He grabbed her hands in his, “I have noticed you and Astarion getting rather close recently.”

Tav wasn’t sure how to react. She was already flustered by the sudden turn of the conversation. She was more than happy to keep speaking of the Illithid empire. “Where are you going with this, Gale?”

Gale’s eyes never left hers. It was like he was trying far too hard to bear into her soul and she simply…didn’t want him to. “I told myself it was casual, not a matter of the heart but…clearly I was wrong and it looks like I am the last to know. I know how close you two have gotten, I just thought you would show me the respect of telling me first.”

The Elf’s jaw dropped, “Tell you? Tell you what?”

“But you can tell me now. Who is it to be? Me or him?” The look in Gale’s eyes was nearly as serious as when he was told he’d have to become a bomb.

“What exactly am I choosing here?” Tav blinked, glancing down at the wizard’s hands that completely enveloped hers. It took her a moment before her brain caught up. “Oh! Oh, Gale! I had no idea you felt this strongly.”

A glimmer of a smile reached his face, “Well, perhaps I should have done more. Been more charming, more flattering, harder to reach…but I was only myself. Sometimes that just isn’t enough.” His face dropped looking at hers, “Whatever your decision is, I will respect it. But you must choose. You cannot have us both.”

Tav made a choked sound in the back of her throat before clearing it. “I don’t think this is a good idea. I think it’s for the best that we aren’t involved like that. I want to be with Astarion.”

“I see. I suppose he does have a certain charm about him, if you’re into that sort of thing.” He sighed, “I’ll just put my feelings to one side. I think that’s best for everyone. It’s certainly the best thing for me. I won’t leave, unless you want me to. Or until fate forces my hand, your friendship is all we have. And I will be happy to have it, eventually.”

Tav’s heart broke for the man. It must be quite painful to not have those feelings returned. For a moment, she thought about what she would do if Astarion ever stops feeling the things he says he feels for her. And the thought almost brought tears to her eyes. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry,” she couldn’t hide the crack in her voice. But Gale was never going to be the cause of it.

“Worry not. I carry my regrets wherever I go and I am used to their weight. One more will not break my back.” He gripped her hands one final time before she pulled away.

She gave him a sad smile before walking over to where Karlach and Astarion stood. Grabbing the bottle from Astarion’s hands, she drank deep for a moment. They both glanced at each other before turning back towards the Elf. She handed the bottle back to him before smiling at Karlach, “Is there anything you have to admit to me? Any deep romantic feelings or attachment?”

Karlach laughed, “What? No, soldier!” She put her still warm hand on the much smaller elf’s shoulder. “You’re a dear friend. More than that, you’re family.”

Tav’s shoulders dropped, “Oh thank the Gods.” She turned to Astarion who was watching her with raised eyebrows, “Bed?”

The moment they were inside his tent, she buried her face in his chest with her arms wrapped so tightly around his waist. “Darling, what’s wrong? Did the mean mage say something he shouldn’t have?”

She didn’t want to pull far enough away to answer him. She didn’t want him to see her start to cry. She just shook her head and held him as close as she could. She wasn’t sure how to process these feelings. The vampire spawn just wrapped his arms around her trembling form.

“You don’t have to say anything, just nod your head. Did Gale hurt you in any way?” She could hear the growl in his voice. It sounded more dangerous than normal.

She pulled away with a deep inhale. She looked up at him with tears already streaming down her face. With a sniffle she whispered, “Gale admitted he had feelings for me, yes. But then I thought about how miserable life would be without you in it.”

Astarion froze, his body tensed. “So let me get this straight,” he swallowed, more nervous than he’s ever really been before. “You told Gale you’re not interested just to be with me? I do come with my complications, my love.”

She let out a breathy laugh, “I told Gale I’m not interested because I’m simply not interested.” Her hand reached up to stroke his cheek, “I just don’t ever want to imagine a life without you again. A world where you’re not with me. Because you’ve always been near, even if I didn’t know it.”

He remembers the night he told her about Cazador. The night he told her about the Szarr palace was also the same night she had told her about her tower. And how she could see the palace from her desk. It was true, they really have always been close in one way or another. “And you got that worked up because…?”

“I wouldn’t even know what I was missing,” she smiled at him, eyes still full of emotion. “You’ve been all of my firsts. First kiss, first night together. Hells, the first time I’ve held someone's hand was with you. This is all still very new to me. And the moment I thought about you not being with me I-” she let out a choked sob before gripping his shirt in her fists and burying her face in his chest once again.

For a moment, the vampire spawn didn’t react. It still takes him a moment to return affection but he managed to wrap his arms around the trembling bard. He swallowed before gently rubbing the small of her back. The thought of someone wanting him this badly was…daunting, to say the least. He knew if they had met before the nautiloid, he’d mark her as a victim. She was pretty and just naive enough to fall for him. Hells, he had even known her parents. Cazador loved having the city’s nobility over, but never her.

She was always the princess in the tower. Always there but never seen. Even Cazador had thought she was a mere rumor and nothing else.

For a while, he just held her while she cried. He wasn’t sure what else he could do besides hold her. Nothing he could say would comfort her. They weren’t even sure if they would survive this mess. So he pulled her closer. The rest of the night passed as they were wrapped in each other’s embrace. Soft, whispered words of a future sprinkled with hope. For the first time in his unlife, he had more than just hope.

The next couple of days passed uneventfully. They were only traveling, plain and simple. Onwards to Baldur’s Gate. Where all of their dooms or salvations lay. In the gloom of it all, Tav wanted some fun. She had gone to Shadowheart and pilfered some of her extra blankets with promises to replace them once they reached the city. As they set up camp yet again, she made her way towards the lake side. She laid out all of the blankets in a large square before finding the extra food she had squirreled away. And pulled out the best wine she could find. It was an obviously aged bottle still covered in a thick layer of dust, but the label looked fancy. She truly knew nothing about wine so she prayed to whomever was listening that it wasn’t swill. She then adjusted her bustier in an awkward manner before smiling to herself and searching for the vampire spawn.

He wasn’t hard to find. No one heard what she whispered in his ear. But they certainly noticed the fond smile and raised eyebrows as she dragged him away from the camp. Astarion looked at the little picnic she had put together, his hand in hers before kissing the top of her head. “And what’s the special occasion, darling?”

She smiled up at him, unabashed emotion in her eyes with a grin on her face. She was truly divine in the moonlight. She shrugged, “I just wanted to do something nice for you. We reach Baldur’s Gate in a couple days and we have to hit the ground running soon. I just wanted to take a moment, just for us.” She picked up the bottle of wine she had found, “I hope it’s okay. I know it’s old but I don’t know if it’s good.”

He smiled and pulled her close. “Aren’t you just the sweetest little thing?”

The tips of her ears flushed as he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. And then they sat and talked and ate and drank. They spoke about the Gauntlet of Shar, about the monastery, about the Moonrise Towers. And the conversation drifted to their party as Tav slowly became more and more tipsy. She talked about Wyll and his obvious daddy issues. Shadowheart and her love for more adult literature. And Astarion was all too happy to sit and listen to her. It’s one of the things that drew him to her, after all. She could read people like they were a book she was all too happy to read.

As the evening turned into night, the pair ended up against a nearby rock. Tav sitting on his lap as he peppered her neck with kisses. And as Tav’s giggles turned into soft moans as his hands started to travel to her waist. “You should keep quiet, my sweet, we wouldn’t want to wake the entire camp up. Would we?” He whispered before nipping at the base of her neck.

“I-I think you’d like that far too much,” she managed to gasp out as he helped her rock her hips back and forth against him.

He chuckled against her neck, leaving trails of almost bites with his fangs. “What ever makes you say that?”

“Astarion!” She moaned, grabbing the back of his head as he finally sank his teeth into her neck. She gripped his curls in one hand and dug her nails into his shoulder with the other. Her hips moved on their own as he slowly drank from her. His arms wrapped around her waist as he held her up. Between the wine and him drinking from her, she felt lightheaded. But that made the friction between them feel all the more intense.

“You always taste just so perfect, my love.” He slowly released her neck before slamming his lips against hers. He knew he was being needy but he craved her. As his lips melded against hers his nimble fingers went to work on the knots of her bustier. It never took him long to get her out of her clothes and tonight was no exception.

She grabbed his hands before he could fully remove her bustier, cradling his hands in hers. “Are you sure you want to do this? We really don’t have to. I’m happy to just sit here with you.” Her voice was barely a whisper, something meant just for him.

He smiled at her before kissing her again, “Darling, if I didn’t wish to have you, I wouldn’t have you half dressed sitting on my lap.”

She smiled and let go of his hands and let him return to practically tearing off her clothing. He wasn’t satisfied until she was sat on his lap in nothing but her underwear. His face buried in her breasts, leaving small little nicks with his teeth as he made his way back up to her lips. Her hands gripped his shoulder as he snaked his hand down her body. He made sure to feel all the softness that was still on her body, never failing to trace her curves.

Tav was small but years in a tower had made her body gentle. Her hands were rough from her instruments, yes, and she did have a lot of skill with a blade. But she was in no way muscular. And Astarion enjoyed that more than he could say. He enjoyed being able to almost see the tremors in her thighs before he felt it. Gods, he needed her.

It only took him a moment to find her clit and draw slow, gentle circles around it. Never quite touching it directly. “Darling, you’re already shaking. Did you miss me that much?”

“Yes!” She cried into his ear. “Y-you’re teasing me.” Her head fell against his shoulder as her body trembled against him.

“Oh, I’d never do such a thing,” He smiled and buried his hand in her hair. “I simply want to take my time enjoying you.” The vampire spawn slowly filled her cunt with his fingers, his palm grinding against her clit.

She tried hard to keep quiet. Really she did. But when his fingers curled inside of her? She couldn’t help but cry out his name. How was he so patient? All she wanted was to have him inside her. He pumped his fingers in and out of her cunt so painfully slowly.

Now, Tav may have been too focused on the rogue’s hands to notice anything else. But Astarion wasn’t. He knew Halsin and Gale were keeping watch tonight. He also knew it was far too late for anyone else to be awake. Which is why his hands didn’t stop when he noticed the bushes across from them moved. It was so subtle that he almost missed it.

Almost.

Someone was watching them. And he had an inkling he knew exactly who it was. The thought made him grin against Tav’s bloodsoaked neck. He sped up his fingers, holding her as she writhed against him. “That’s it, love, don’t hold a single thing back.” She came with a cry of his name. She was still trembling as he made a show of licking his own fingers clean. “I do so enjoy how you taste, my love.” He didn’t whisper this time. He wanted the wizard in the bushes to hear.

With shaking hands she went to untie the knots on his trousers. He leaned back against the rock, letting her take his length in her hands. “M-may I?” Her neck was stained just as red as the flush on her cheeks. Her big blue eyes wide in anticipation.

“May you what?” His hand went to her throat and he felt her breath catch.

“M-may I ride you?” It really was endearing how she asked. Her voice was breathless and her chest was heaving. He had never been overly rough with her. But with a voyeur in the bushes? He was more than tempted to lay claim to the nearly virgin in his lap.

He pouted at her, “I’m not quite sure what you mean, darling.”

Her eyes went wider than before. “W-what?”

She was so innocent. So pure, he had never even heard her swear before. “What is it exactly that you would like to do?” He purred, his forehead meeting hers. “Don’t play coy with me now.”

She swallowed, the tips of her ears matching the rest of her face. “Astarion,” she whined.

“If you use your words, love, I’ll be happy to give you anything you want.”

She whined again when the grip around her throat tightened ever so slightly. “I-I want-” another swallow, “I want to ride your cock.”

He smiled, “See? Now was that so hard? You did so well,” he whispered against her lips. She adjusted herself over him, still holding him in one hand while the other braced herself on his shoulder. His hand still held her throat, not quite squeezing just letting her know he was there. The bard lowered herself onto him. He groaned as she sank down. “Perfect.”

Her other hand flew up to his chest while she gripped his blouse so tightly that her knuckles were whiter than before. Her head spun while the wine loosened her tongue. “Gods, Astarion.”

“Use your words, darling,” he moaned against her neck, his eyes keeping an eye on the bush yet again. He wanted the wizard to see how good he could make her feel. He wanted him to see that he wasn’t even a thought on her mind. He wanted him to see that she wanted him and not Gale.

She sat for a moment, adjusting to his size before rocking her hips back and forth. Astarion’s hands flew to her hips to help guide her movements. “Feels so good,” she whimpered, still clutching at his blouse.

“That’s it, pet. You can take it, I know you can.” Her movements were entirely her own. She gradually went from rocking to bouncing. His body told him to throw his head back but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Maybe now Gale would realize she was his. Maybe he had more of a possessive streak than he thought.

“Your hand, put it back!” She used his chest as leverage for her movements. He could feel her getting close and who was he to deny her? He instinctively put his hand back around her throat and squeezed. He had never felt her tighten around him harder. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. He let her sit like that for a moment as she started to relax once again.

Whoever was in the bushes was gone now. Either too riled up to stay or too heartbroken to watch. Either way, Astarion found it satisfying. Satisfying enough to toss Tav on her back and put her ankles on his shoulder. It was something about knowing Tav not only trusted him but chose him, drove him wild. Far more than any lover he’s had in the past. Even through her half opened eyes and her mind filled with wine and pleasure, her eyes were still filled with that emotion. That feeling that he wouldn’t dare put words to yet.

She was his. And he was equally hers.

Her moans and whimpers filled the air but he felt so far away from her. Too far. She grabbed his hands and pulled him closer, lacing her hands with his. “Beautiful,” was all she could whisper before she clenched around him. This time, he wasn’t far behind her. They laid like that for a while. Him on top of her, her tracing small patterns on his back. The scars were a reminder of what awaited them in Baldur’s Gate. But it could wait for now. For now they had each other.

“Did you see who was in the bushes?”

He immediately met her eyes, “You knew?”

“I’m naive, not stupid.” She giggled, rolling over to her side.

“I believe we just gave the magic eater quite the eyeful.”

#bg3 #astarion #tav #smut

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