#harper dol

[mawaruw]

宝pa

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[etherealophelia1900]

Doctor-

[petpc]

*Ringing dinner bell* HARPERFUCKER FOOD

[autumnywinter]

Filthy Desires - Harper x Reader

TW: Obsessive behavior, doctor/patient relationship, past dubious consent, abusive power dynamics, mentions of hypnosis, male Harper

NSFW! MDNI

Reader is gender neutral + AFAB

You don't know how long you had been here, and you were sure Harper and the rest of the nurses purposefully kept that information from you. Longer than a month, surely. Long enough for the other patients to call you "Harper's bitch", that was for sure.

As offended as you were by the crude nickname they had given you, it was still undeniably true. Harper controlled almost every aspect of your life. Sure, he essentially controlled all the patients' lives as long as they were in his ward, but you were a different case. You got a certain kind of privilege (that's what Harper called it, at least) not afforded to any patient. Your room was always the closest to his office, meaning he could just "stop in and check in on" you any time of any day.

Sometimes, it was a simple chat. He'd ask you how you were, give you a quick peck on the lips, and leave.

Other times, it was more serious sessions. Sessions that went on for far too long and made you extremely exhausted for days afterwards. He hypnotized you into being complacent, dumb, and forgetful, but you knew fully well what he had been doing to you. There were moments he didn't even bother going through hypnosis first. Those times he was obviously more pent up and frustrated, which used to be rare, but now it seemed like he got like that at least once a week.

Occasionally you enjoyed his attention and praise, but the toll it took on you to please him had gotten so mentally taxing that there were days you considered trying to break out or notify the outside world. Unfortunately for you, Harper never let patients use outside technology like cellphones.

As humiliating and invasive as the daily routine was for you, he also showered you with attention you never got outside of the hospital.

"Time for your session," a nurse calmly notified you.

You nodded and walked your normal route to Harper's office. You've memorized the way after having to go there so many times each and every day. Harper sat behind his large oak desk, reading a file on another patient.

"Y/N," Harper greeted. His piercing pink eyes peeked out over the rim of his glasses. He had his straight blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail to keep it from falling into his face while he's working. He raised his hand in the air and made a gesture for the nurse to leave. Once the nurse shut the door behind him, Harper spoke again. "Come sit."

Obedient as ever, you quickly sat yourself on Harper's lap. It had became your usual spot at this point.

Harper peppered gentle, loving kisses along your cheek, jaw, neck, and lips. It was hard to understand anything about the doctor, but one thing he made obvious was he loved kissing you.

When he pulled back, he ran his hand through your hair affectionately. His hand traveled down your torso, rubbing and touching at whatever pleased him. He pressed sloppy wet kisses over your neck and ground his knee against your clothed cunt. You keened and leaned into him, grinding down on his leg in hopes of stimulation. He chuckled darkly, always amused with how needy and desperate you got so quickly.

"Do you know what today is?" he asked in between pecks along your collarbone.

You shook your head.

Harper trailed his finger lightly along your side. "It's your birthday."

For just a split second, you felt happy. But then you put together how long that meant you had been here. Your face fell. Harper hummed, noticing your shift in attitude. His warm, broad hands skimmed over your stomach.

"We've been doing such good work recently, haven't we?" he said, ignoring your sudden dejectedness. Harper was good at shifting topics subtly. You hummed quietly in affirmation. "Then tonight," Harper tilted your jaw so you'd make eye contact with him. "I can give you a special treat for your birthday." He kissed your nose.

"Okay, Doctor Harper," you whispered, leaning into his hold. His strong hands pressed into your sides, encouraging you to keep grinding against his leg. You weren't getting any real stimulation that way, but he loved hearing your whimpers and moans regardless.

You gripped onto the doctor's broad shoulders and arched your back, rolling your hips. Harper watched you with an intent expression on his face.

"What do you want for your special treat, darling?"

"Uh..." Your breathing was getting heavy and he could tell how frustrated you were getting not being able to come from humping his leg. Harper let a hand trail along your torso, stopping to rub your labia through the standard hospital attire you were expected to wear. Your hips shuddered at the indirect touch and a squeaky moan escaped your lips.

"Be descriptive. I can't give it to you if I don't know what you want." Harper rubbed your core faster, encouraged by the high pitched noises and half-formed words coming out of you.

"I-I don't know," you shakily admitted. You just wanted to cum, it didn't matter how at this point.

Harper raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Then would you like to figure it out on my desk?" He didn't even wait for an answer, next thing you knew, he had hoisted you up with a shocking amount of strength. He sat you on the cold wood and made a place for himself by parting your legs open. "So cute, you're soaking already," Harper muttered to himself. He rubbed the dampened fabric between your legs, cooing when you jerked and let out a satisfied gasp.

"Doctor," you whined.

Just as Harper planned on removing your underwear, there was a knock on the door. His usual composed expression was gone, only for a second. He stood up straight to smooth down his hair and fix his tie. "Under the desk."

His tone was soft but stern. You crawled under, sitting on the floor comfortably in between Harper's legs. Harper seated himself in his comfortable, office chair and pulled it in so you would have just enough room.

"Come in," he answered, already back to his professional voice. You sat in the dark beneath the desk and listened to the nurse come in, talking about something related to the medication being stocked low again.

They began exchanging words back and forth, but your mind wasn't on that. It was rather on the obvious sight of his cock straining in his pants right in front of your face. You looked up for any acknowledgement from Harper, but his attention was focused on the nurse.

Without any sense of urgency, your hands slowly trailed up his legs. Harper didn't bat an eye. You played with the buckle, undoing and sliding the belt off. Your fingertips skimmed along his trousers, feeling the shape of his cock with a gentle press and rub. A small sigh left his lips.

Unzipping the zipper, you reached your hand into his trousers and pulled his underwear down just enough to give yourself some freedom to work with. His erection stood tall against his abdomen. Harper glanced down at you momentarily, meeting your eyes right as you were bringing your lips onto the tip of his cock.

His fingers tensed against his pen in his hand but he said nothing.

"Doctor Harper?" The nurse was worried about his sudden shift in focus, which prompted his gaze away from you. "Are you okay?"

"It's fine," Harper answered a bit too quickly. His face was lightly flushed pink and he was trying his best to not give himself away. You enjoyed how swiftly he could lose his composure.

You hollowed out your cheeks and took in the head of his cock, rolling your tongue around to tease the head.

"Are you sure?" the nurse pushed further. You wrapped your lips around Harper and swallowed his cock deeper, inch by inch. A jagged inhale sounded through the office. "Should I go get you a coffee or some water? You don't look very well."

Harper coughed. "That's unnecessary. I- ah -just get back to work. Please. I-I'm busy. Very busy."

As much as you could get annoyed with him, he was cute stuttering like a mess above you. It wasn't a common sight, so naturally you'd want to take advantage of it. You took a slow, teasing drag up his length, stopping just as the tip left your lips. Harper was used to you being needier and greedy by now. Something as simple as a painfully slow blow job threw him for a loop. His hips jerked for the feeling of your hot mouth to be back on him, which you complied.

Once he was sure the door shut behind the nurse, Harper put down his pen, rolled his chair in further, and bucked into your mouth without warning. You sputtered from the intrusion of your throat being filled.

He wrapped his lithe fingers into your hair, holding you in place. Your throat swallowed around the thick length, and Harper shivered from the pleasant feeling. He was frantic to chase his release.

With a shuddering breath, he bucked into you a final time and came, keeping your head pushed down as he did. He looked down at you with a proud gaze. "Make sure to swallow, dear. It's good for you." He freed you from under his desk, still panting. He caressed your cheek once you resurfaced and kissed over your sensitive lips. "Good job."

"It was supposed to be my birthday, and here I was pleasing you," you grumbled.

Harper didn't seem to mind your pouting at all. He glanced at the clock in the top right of the room. "Don't worry, darling, you still didn't tell me what you want for your birthday." Harper's fingers brushed through your hair, straightening any stray hairs and loose strands. "I'm afraid we don't have any more time now, but I could pay you a visit tonight. Would that make you happy?"

Happy wasn't exactly the emotion you'd associate with Harper visiting your room late at night. Yet you nodded. "Can I have some birthday cake, too?" You couldn't recall the last time you had sweets like that. The hospital's version of sweets were fruit cups and yogurt. Harper must've noticed how excited you were at the simple mention of a cake since he smiled, a toothy and genuine smile. You found it a bit hard to believe that Doctor Harper of all people could do such a thing.

"I'll see what I can do."

[tentacleplains]

harper doodle

[degrees-of-lewsers]

Doctor Harper IS NOT a real doctor

Don't let him touch your genitals

[ajaxless]

Doctor Harper being like...The "grown up" version of Kylar. Got sent to the psych ward for being a little too silly (went yandere) and hypnotized everyone into letting him out. Could you fucking imagine how scary that would be to be his (former?) Darling?

Harper as your dweeb classmate. Always has his nose tucked in a book, usually shows up to school with bruises, you can't tell if it's from his home life or from the bullies. You end up taking pity on the poor guy and get into the habit of taking him to the nurse at school to get him ice packs and bandaids. Over time Harper comes out of that quiet and polite facade and brags to anyone that will listen that the two of you are lovers. Except, no, you're not, you never would have agreed to such a thing. Sure, it's sweet that he walks you to each and every class you have and insists on carrying your books, but you never saw him in that light. You were just being kind! He got the wrong idea.

So, when Harper makes you lunch after you forgot yours at home, you don't think twice about it, typical Harper! Harper babbles on about how he's been studying how to become a doctor. That way, you two won't have to rely on the school nurse anymore. Maybe you could be his nurse? You could stay by his side all day while he works and dote on him as his lovely assistant!

Unfortunately for you, you don't get to correct him because the drugs he slipped in knocked you out before he could finish. Harper mumbles something about skipping the chapter on sedatives in his textbook and drags you home. Nobody thinks twice to stop him, most people don't even notice him.

Cue basement scene similar to Kylar's, except Harper is less paranoid and panicked. I think he'd just be delusional and convinced that the two of you are together. Defiant! Darling could resist him and snap him out of the delusional state, only to send him into a fit of anger. Submissive / compliant! Darling goes along with it out of pity / fear.

Here are some things I imagine when being abducted by Harper

He never yells and constantly refers to you by a pet name and never your actual name. In his eyes, your name is like...The main piece of your identity. By stripping it from you, he's stripping you from who you are as a person in order to brainwash you into thinking your entire life revolves him. You are his darling. Nothing more, nothing less.

When you deny him, he probably just ignores it or smiles at you while pretending you said something else. Creepy bastard will respond out loud to an imaginary conversation he had with you. Example: Harper tries to feed you, and you spit food in his face, only for him to grin and say that he thinks the food tastes good too, then thanks you for sharing. Says things like "I love you too" even when you didn't actually say anything. If you point out that you didn't say anything, he just gives you a funny look like you're the crazy one here. I live with the idea of PC spitting in his face and Harper responding by taking two fingers, gathering the spit on them, then sucking the spit off and groaning.

Harper doesn't think other people are going to hurt you / take you away and he doesn't want to keep you safe. I think he'd hurt you on purpose just so he can take care of you like you used to take care of him at school. That and out of revenge for being rejected. He doesn't feel threatened by other people because he's delusional and convinced it wouldn't be possible for you to like anyone else. Never ever takes his jealousy out on you. You're just too dumb for your own good, silly little thing.

Harper absolutely tries gaslighting you so he can be the "sane" boyfriend that takes care of you. You're just crazy, ahaha, your memory is soooo terrible. Thats not how it happened. Harper never said that. Have you been taking your medicine?

That Kylar event where they pull a knife to your throat, but this time it's just Harper showing off a new needle that may or may not contain an aphrodisiac. He might just have to "test" to see what's in the syringe. I mean, unless you can convince him not to inject you by having sex with him. Either way, You're going to get fucked. With or without the aphrodisiac is up to you.

Harper's cooking is actually good. Made specifically to be healthy and have all the vitamins and nutrients you need. Only downside is he sometimes spits in the food :( might even do it right in front of you and then laughs it off. Says it's like indirectly kissing you and it's no big deal, he always does this and has been since you let him make you lunches at school. Hearing this is ++stress

Harper doesn't write you songs, instead he makes poetry. You can't read the poems, his handwriting is terrible. (Haha, get it? Cus he's a doctor?)

Forced cuddle sessions, I can feel it. Also a messy kisser. Drools everywhere and giggles the entire time. I think Harper is a humper, cums in his pants all the time

There are two ways to escape:

Resist Harper enough until he gets frustrated and tries to get manipulate you into behaving by guilt tripping you. Harper injures himself in a minor way and insists you take care of him like you used to at school, telling you to go upstairs and get ice from his freezer...Only for you to bolt out the front door instead

Or by screaming until the neighbors hear and the cops come to investigate. Screaming only works at night, and you have to do it five times in a row when given the ability to do it. This sucks because it makes you lose a turn, and you can't resist Harper whichs lead to a noncon encounter

Either way, by the end of it Harper gets arrested. He abducted you and had a lab that made stimulants / pepper spray / sedatives and kept stealing ingredients from the pharmacy downtown. Either he gets arrested for his stash of illegal drugs / weapons or he gets arrested for a ducting you. They determine he's insane or he goes to court and pleads not guilty by insanity.

You go a few years without seeing or hearing from him, believing he'll rot in jail forever and move on with your life. Then you find out your doctor retired and have to head to the hospital to fill out paperwork to change who your primary doctor should be, and wouldn't you know it? Harper's name is one of the options. Obviously, you don't want him to be your new doctor, but either way, he just forges the paperwork and makes you his patient.

You get called in for an appointment per usual, expecting a new doctor and Harper walks in with that stupid smile while clutching a clipboard with your medical history on it. You try to resist, but a bunch of nurses come in and restrain you and tie you to the table with leather straps that were hidden under the mattress. The entire time Harper just watches with a smile.

I think Harper would immediately confess that he's not a real doctor. He never went to school or graduated. He would've, but you got him arrested. He starts bragging about how he hypnotized your old doctor and took his place to escape, then realized he had a lot of authority and began doing whatever he wanted. Shortly after, he discovered that you still lived in town and jumped on the opportunity to get you back.

There's no harm in telling you this. Because who would believe you? You're crazy.

"Scream as much as you like, my love. The neighbors won't hear you this time."

[squ1dteeth]

Harper believes in visual demonstration

[yandere-sins]

Ya playinnnnn DOL? Ashhshshshs

What do you think of the shady bastards of the town? Like Bailey, Remy, Briar… Wren, Avery~

Yessssss, thank you so much for asking me about them ♥ DoL is currently helping me through my depression phase, lol!

To be fair, I somehow managed to avoid Wren until now, idk how, but they probably weren't relevant in my playthroughs, lol. Can't say much about them, though! That said, I like all the characters in the game, but I do have some thoughts and feelings about them, I hope I get to write some in the future!!

So, the shadiest PoI in town from most to least favorite for me:

Avery

Love, love, love them! Absolutely always unlock them because... duh!! Good money, too, lol! Jokes aside, I love saving money all week just to dress up for them and play a nice trophy darling at their events! And the hotel room scene? I love it! And they are always so happy when you impress them with dancing or your English, and I'll be happy to play along with them. Yes, of course, my love, anything you say, my love (and anything you pay for, lol)! I think their title is such a farce; they are probably a trust fund kid, let's be honest, but I'm not complaining, lol! I have seen almost all of their events by now, and I am really looking forward to how their storylines will continue in the future since there's so much still unexplained and baffling, but I'll keep dating them; they are absolutely my favorite, and one of the few PoI that seem to actually care about you despite being fishy.

Harper

Listen, I got sent to the Asylum only once, and I've been avoiding it like the plague ever since. But I found myself quite intrigued with Harper afterward. What is their motive? Why are they doing what they are doing? Is it just scientific interest? Their encounters say otherwise, especially those at the check-up and underground farm! I know there must be more behind this doctor, and I need to find out, no matter what! They really have the "innocent" look down to a T, and then you land in the Asylum or the underground farm, and BOOM! Scumbag! Either way, good character, very fishy person, and the questions are eating me alive.

Briar

Oh, I hate them! But I love them. But I hate them. This could go on forever. Look, they are helpful. They have a good purpose if you want that fake ID. And you can make very good money relatively early on with Briar's help. But no matter how hard I try, raising their love is so damn hard I always give up. The opportunities are too small, and then you sign up for a show and get kidnapped or something, and they'll be so mad again. Also, it feels like you can do nothing without their permission, and it's annoying (kinda possessive, eh?). I just wanted to see Landry, why am I getting kidnapped in broad daylight from the Pub??? (I have not forgiven Briar for that, it really hurt my ego!) However, with Briar, there's a lot to do at least, and they possibly play a lot of roles in your daily life in DoL, and that's why I think they are quite entertaining, but I wish we could do more with them.

Leighton & Quinn

I didn't mind them a lot until I saw their endings for the Avery Event, where you are invited to poker night, and they intrigued me! Since then, I have gotten pretty close to Leighton, doing both the Blackmail Leighton and Get Blackmailed by Leighton events, and I have unlocked the archeology site with Quinn. They are both ultimately really fucking shady, but much like with Avery, there is still so much unexplained (although hinted at), and I wish we could have more interactions with them (and maybe actually make a change, like when we blackmail Leighton or rat them out to the police that it actually has consequences and punishments). So yeah, not my favorite PoI, but I am still really invested in them.

Bailey

Honestly, Bailey is pretty unlikeable. I hate how they want 4k every week; I mean, it's easier in the later game, but man, I'm trying to save to renovate a fucking farm; cut me some SLACK. (Also, can they stop dropping hope in the orphanage all the time?? I am working so hard to build it up!!!) Then again, Bailey saved me a few times from events, and I felt really thankful for that. There's so much going on with them. I hope we can build a relationship that will lead to better co-existence or partnership with them in the future. I feel like they could become a more important role with more direct events in the future. Still, their personality is, yeah, unlikeable and the scummiest of them all, really. Probably feels like that since you really can't escape them either without harsh consequences, so yeah. It's complicated.

Remy

In the beginning, I really liked Remy. Liked visiting the Ranch and riding horses, I thought they were pretty nice. Then I passed out in the moor, and ever since then… they've become really dull. It feels like they are one of the more involved PoI, at least, but the interactions and all just became so repetitive with them that it's no fun anymore. I'd like to know more about their involvement in these strange parties you can go to with Avery and what that's all about, but otherwise, I just try to avoid them these days. I already escaped 3 times from the farm, and although the game isn't programmed like that, I feel like there's no coming back from it for our relationship, lol. Maybe in the future again, hahaha.

[edenscollardrawer]

Follow-Up - f!Harper/f!PC

18+, content warnings & tags: NON-CON, drugged sex, bondage, hospital setting, medical malpractice request: "is it ok if i can request a scenario where doctor harper is being super creepy with her favorite patient" - anon 2019 words (read the warnings, this one is a doozy)

Eyes fluttering open, your blurry vision focuses loosely on the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. A wave of discomfort washed over you - your body aching with unfamiliar soreness. Your attempts to sit up are thwarted, fabric straps digging into your wrists and ankles - binding your arms and legs down. Panic surges through you, realizing how helpless you are. Lifting your head as much as you’re able, you’re immediately struck by how familiar the room is - it’s the local hospital. As your heart raced, you could hear the increasing urgency of beeps from the multitude of monitors attached to your chest. 

Before you had the time to properly panic or thrash about, the door to the private room swung open - Doctor Harper entering in her white coat, clipboard in hand. Glasses perched on the end of her nose, she pushed them up her bridge as she raised her gaze to you for the first time.

“Ah, Hello. I’m sure you have a lot of questions. This is all a part of standard treatment for somebody of your… condition.” You winced at her choice of words, and your wrists pulled instinctively against the leather straps, reminding you subtly of your recent confinements. Your recent stay in the psychiatric hospital was not something you enjoyed thinking about, and you weren’t even sure you trusted Harper’s assessment of your mental illness. You couldn’t shake the feeling that her treatments were less about helping you and more about experimenting on you like some kind of medical dummy. 

“I don't need more treatment. I refuse. Let me go, now.” She cast you a sympathetic glance, gently setting her clipboard down on the polished metal counter. 

“Apologies, I should have explained properly. This is a part of your discharge plan, you signed the agreement forms upon your exit from the psychiatric unit last month.” The restraints burrowed into your skin as you renewed your struggle with increasing passion. A disappointed shake of Doctor Harper’s head was enough to get your pulse quickening. She picked the clipboard back up, jotting something down with the pen she’d kept pinned in her front pocket. 

“I was hoping this wouldn’t be necessary,” She sighed softly, opening a cupboard and retrieving a small vial and a menacing syringe. The small glass bottle of medication gleamed ominously under the harsh medical lighting. “However, complete compliance is necessary for a successful outcome.” Her loafers clicked against the linoleum floor as she approached you, syringe sticking into the vial as she carefully extracted the foreboding mystery liquid. The beeping of the surrounding machinery was deafening, your heart racing so quickly you feared you may need actual medical attention. 

“Relax, you won’t feel a thing. In fact, I suspect you’ll feel much better once I administer this.” Fear overtook you, coating every bone in your body. The straps on each joint tore pain through your limbs as you thrashed, pleas pouring from your mouth as the injection drew closer to the IV site. 

“P-Please! I can be compliant! I can!” Harper glanced down at you, a faux expression of empathy plastered across her face. The hand resting gently on your shoulder would’ve been a comfort if she wasn’t a demon in a white coat. 

“Now, now - this behavior doesn’t seem very compliant, my dear.” Her tone was incredibly patronizing, like she was a veterinarian talking to a dog she was about to put down for biting somebody. As you opened your mouth to renew your begging, you felt a wave of calm wash over you. Eyes darting down to your arm, Harper’s syringe was lodged firmly in your IV, the plunger pushed all the way down. The thrashing you’d found so important moments earlier now felt like a distant memory. An unfamiliar serenity crept through your veins, putting out the fire in your fight. 

“Ah, That’s better, isn’t it? You should feel the full effect of the drug within a few minutes.” You tried to respond, but your tongue felt thick and clumsy inside your mouth, your jaw struggling to even open at all. Thoughts sluggish and disjointed, it was a struggle to understand what she was saying. But it didn’t really matter; nothing mattered. As you mindlessly stared up at Harper’s face, you didn’t see her the way you normally would. She looked soft, comforting. Her glasses settled on the end of her nose made her seem strangely inviting. The panic that had gripped you before had faded into nothingness, replaced with an all-consuming sense of peace, but also something else. 

Everything was good, everything was as it should be - including the growing heat in every part of you. The quiet droning of pen against paper soothed your senses, but there was a growing urgency in your lower body. Harper continued to write down notes, observing your soft smile and docile lack of movement. She set her clipboard aside and began softly stroking your hair; it felt like the sun beaming on a warm summer’s day. The arousal in your belly heightened with every passing second of her touch, a pleasant ache that begged for more of her. The gentle beeping of the machine, Harper’s soothing fingers in your hair, the building heat in your core - it was all so… nice. Your eyes shut peacefully, enjoying all the sensations around you. 

“I’m glad to see you responding so well. This works best for both of us. I’ll be moving onto the next step in your treatment now.” You didn’t mind whatever was next. She could cut off all your toes if she wanted to. The heat in your core pulsed rhythmically, your panties thoroughly soaked underneath your patient gown. It felt like every prayer you’d ever made was being answered as she moved your gown up your thighs, revealing your lower half. Clipboard held firmly in one hand, she stroked her fingers up your drenched center. 

“Y-yes… responding very well. I think you’re definitely ready.” Her tone faltered slightly, laced with a definitive lust. Despite the calm, docile feelings overwhelming your brain - the urgency to be touched was growing stronger with every passing second. She jotted down a few more notes before setting her clipboard aside. Both hands trembling, her thumbs hooked into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down as far as they could go, considering your restraints. You could vaguely hear her breath hitching as she took a moment to examine you - soft, needy sounds exiting your throat. 

She shifted closer, hands ghosting up the tender skin of your thighs. Her fingertips seemed like they were made of satin. Thumb brushing against your clit, your body strained against its restraints. The feeling of slow circles down below was more than incredible; it was the most powerful pleasure you’ve ever felt. A shudder ran down your back and gentle mewls escaped your mouth, sparks exploding behind your vision. The minor stimulation was enough to produce the most intense orgasm you’d experienced in your life. A smile crept over Harper’s face and she withdrew her hand, much to your displeasure. Returning to her notes, she wrote for longer than before - presumably about how well you’re responding to the supposed treatment. Your body ached for more, and you gazed up at her with lidded eyes and a blank expression you tried to will into being seductive. 

“Right. You… You’re taking the treatment very well. I presume you’re enjoying yourself, as well.” Her question hung in the air, but it wasn’t truly a question. More of a statement, really. She knew you were enjoying this, the drugs made sure of that much. She cast aside her clipboard once more, returning to your bedside. God, yes, please. Never in a million years did you foresee yourself having this kind of reaction to Harper. But as her hand settled back between your thighs, gently stroking your reactive skin - you could’ve sworn you were fucking in love with her. 

Her digits hesitantly sunk into your waiting core, a vibrant array of colors dancing behind your eyes. In the hazy landscape of your mind, every movement inside you felt like fireworks. Fingers curling, your walls clenched her tightly. A soft whimper escaped the doctor’s lips, and she wiped sweat from her brow with her free hand. A triumphant wave of pleasure washed over you in knowing that she was feeling something too. Knowing that you were turning her on, just by lying there near motionless. It made you feel powerful in a completely powerless state. 

“Y-Your progress is… is very pleasing.” She explains frankly, her voice quivering. You didn’t care what she had to say; all you cared about was her fingers inside you, every movement shifting the planet on its axis. Sweat pricked at your skin, your back arching once more against the stiff hospital bed, the restraints emitting a pleasant sting that only served to heighten your bliss. Pistoning in and out of you with increasing fervor, her brows knitted in concentration. Every fiber of your being was screaming for more, but all you could do was release a pathetic whimper and weakly lift your hips into her hand. Your skin burned with the need to be consumed by her, to have her touch every inch of your body. 

“So responsive,” she whispered, something more to be added to her notes for certain. “You’re doing very well.” The praise sent ripples of desperate aching through you. Every centimeter of exposed skin throbbed with want, a silent plea for her attention. The leather bindings on your joints started to feel like they were mocking you, keeping you from the warm embrace of your newfound lover. Nipples hard like pebbles underneath your gown, you strained weakly once again - the only form of begging your bound body could muster. Harper’s fingers sped up in response, her breath quickening as your whines and moans increased in tempo. The change in pace made you jolt once more, a wave of pure pleasure crashing through the aching heat. 

Her fingers continued at that same pace for quite a while, the sensations crashing down on you in continuous waves. Time blended together; you kept glancing on the clock at the wall but found yourself unable to comprehend what you were looking at. The orgasms soon blended together, and your limited capacity made it next to impossible to keep track of. You lost count at 6. At some point, she’d crawled onto the end of the bed, curled in between your legs. It seemed hard to recall when she buried her face in your cunt, or how long she’d been moaning down there - lapping up every ounce of fluid like a hungry animal. Through the haze of pleasure, her voice periodically broke through - her head lifting to whisper praises, you think she may have even called you her favorite patient. 

Your consciousness began to fade in and out, the only thing keeping you grounded was the feeling of her tongue swirling around your throbbing slit. It started to fade, and you could faintly feel hands all over you - lifting off your restraints, removing your monitors, replacing your clothing. Allowing the darkness to finally overtake you, a deep sadness in your gut grew at the idea of this experience being over. The feelings dissolved as sleep crept in. 

Your eyes fluttered back open, a headache throbbing at the insides of your skull. Eyelids heavy, you swung your legs over the side of your bed - looking around. Ugh, Everything feels like shit. Confusion, thick and disorienting - fogged up the already marshy swamp of your brain. The last thing you remembered was going to sleep last night… So why does your pelvis ache, and why do you feel hungover? Something felt profoundly off, you were certain of that. A growing unease furled in your stomach as you lay back down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. You weakly reached over for the bottle of medication on your side table, the antipsychotic with extensive warnings that Harper had prescribed. Must just be a side effect, you excused - washing back the pills with a stale glass of water.

[featthekiller]

Joey ended up like untraumatizable so he's going to live as a bird forever okay

[neptune-knows]

can't believe harper is just the go to doctor for everything like no way he has all those license. bro is NOT to be trusted as on ob-gyn

[wrensdumpsterfire]

was messing around and decided to draw him while waiting for my laundry to finish

[rosette-reverie]

most canon thing im gonna get for my selfship with Harper

so proud of myself for getting this- yea with cheats but like.. i got all the virginities taken BY harper

to top it all off i got my PC pregnant with harper's kid in a different save

Yea...this is as close as ill get to lavender injections being canon in a way (except the pregnancy one...nah)

[dark-side-blog3]

When you make fun of Harper's sex skills they get flustered. Just thought this might uh interest other budding Harper enthusiasts.

Everything else gives you that "Not impressed" text but teasing the good nempho doctor about how bizarre and awkward they are during sex makes them get all flustered! Something makes me think if you made fun of Harper for being unable to get it on to vanilla stuff, the doctor would squirm in a bit of humiliation and arousal.

[squ1dteeth]