YOU! YOU'RE BACK! (you probably don't remember me we only talked, like, once, but hello xjbx)
ANYWAY UM UH what about a reader/PC seducing* Harper and getting more than what they asked for
* (could be intentional or could be Harper going "they are CLEARLY looking at me like that because they want something, yeah?")
(I REMEMBER YOU YOUR BLOG IS ONE OF MY FAVS TO LURK ON
leaning somewhat into the second option bc i love the contrast of manipulative freaks being equally delusional <3
gn!reader, gn!harper, dub/noncon)
"So, how have you been feeling?"
A newfound hesitance replaces your usual quickness to answer. You watch the bright eyes in front of you shift, possibly noticing a dullness in them that you hadn't before. Before you can wonder if it's your mind playing tricks on you, you clear your throat and smile.
"Good...! Been doing a little better lately..."
The doctor smiles back at you, clasping their hands together. "I'm glad! I assume you've been doing those techniques I gave you last week?"
You nod, trying to let the rumors swimming in your head fade to just the back of your mind as you automatically respond to their questions.
You had been seeing Dr. Harper on Fridays for a good few weeks now. Up until recently, you had been perfectly comfortable. It was nice having someone to talk to, even if they were just doing their job. You have absolutely no memory of anything bad happening in any of your sessions. It was only when you had mentioned your recent help to Sydney and saw their skin bristle and received a vague warning in response that you started to worry. Mickey remarking on the doctor's "problems" not long after definitely didn't help. You knew how dangerous this town could be, and you definitely didn't want to be on the bad side of anyone holding your physical well being above your head.
"And that recent spat with that person at your school that you told me about last week? How did that go?"
"Ah, well... they put out a cigarette on me yesterday, so I kind of feel like it's a lost cause..."
If you just... suck up to them it should be fine, right? They seem at least somewhat reasonable. Bat your eyes at them and butter them up a little, and you should be airtight.
Their eyebrows furrow in concern. "Can I see the wound?"
You nod, hesitantly unbuttoning the top of your shirt to give easier access to the burn on your collarbone.
"A few more, please? I'm going to wipe it down and apply some vitamin E gel so that it heals a bit better, I need a little more space."
You oblige, trying not to look bothered, the collar of your shirt now draping over your shoulder. They get to work on gently cleaning your wound. You choose your next words carefully.
"Hey, Dr. Harper..." You don't realize how close they are until you feel the heat of your own breath coming back onto you when you speak.
"Hm?"
"Thanks for everything. Really. I've been doing a lot better lately, and I couldn't have got here without you."
A smile crosses their lips and they hum in contentment. "You're very sweet."
"I appreciate it a lot. At this point, I don't know what I'd do without you..."
You wince a little as that last part comes out, worried you'd be pushing things. You see the look in their eyes change and you freeze. They turn their formerly fixed gaze to your face. It looks almost like it flipped some sort of switch in them.
"I'm very glad to hear that."
You flinch from the feeling of the cold gel on your skin.
"You know, just between us... You're my favorite patient."
You double take.
"A-Am I really?" You feign a smile at their strange remark.
They light up at your reaction. "Yes, really. I'm happy that the feeling's mutual."
Wait... what?
You stiffen a bit, unsure what to say. You notice that their hand is ghosting further and further from the blistering as they touch your skin. And did another button come loose?
"That said, you can come to me for anything. When you're hurt, when you're anxious, when you're upset, when you're... flustered..."
They've gotten closer. The faint hospital smell on their clothes mixed with a slight unplaceable scent feels near suffocating now. When you feel their fingers twitch a bit you notice their hands haven't left your skin.
Ah. So this is what they meant. Not the Bailey kind of scary. Something entirely different.
They hesitate for a second, but waste no time in pressing their lips against yours, pulling you into them and quickly darting their tongue out, trying to force it in. You suddenly feel smothered at the feeling of what control you had being pulled out from under you.
"Dr. Harper-...!"
They pull back, shuddering at the sound of their name on your lips before putting a hand between your legs, a heavy heat of their own pressing against your thigh, grinding softly.
"If I knew I could do this while you were lucid, I would've a long time ago..." They give a breathless giggle like it was some sort of joke, looking straight at you but showing no recognition of the horror on your face.
The look softens as you start to squirm at their touch, watching their eyes flick to your lips again when a gasp slips out. They lean in again, peppering soft, closed-mouth kisses against your lips like they weren't slipping their fingers beneath your clothes to try to get you off at the same time.
"Shhh, I need you to stay quiet for me... Don't worry, when I make sure we have some time all to ourselves soon you can be as loud as you want..." They coo at you almost like they're consoling a child.
The pleasure-induced haze in your brain keeps you from dwelling on what they mean as they keep teasing you, playing with one of your nipples through your open shirt and closely watching your reactions as they pant and moan against your ear. Unable to stop from eventually reaching your peak, you writhe against them helplessly, unconsciously bucking into their hand. A shaky gasp escapes their throat and you notice a warm, wet patch had grown on the fabric against your thigh. Your stomach turns a bit.
They lock their lips with yours again, breathing heavy through their nose, only pulling away when it starts to slow. They stare at you in what looks like a strange sort of... adoration? As they bring their fingers to their lips, slowly dragging their tongue through the mess you made. Their glazed over, half lidded eyes widen a bit when they look at the clock. "Ah- I didn't even notice the time."
They walk back to their desk, nonchalantly sitting back down, rifling through their papers before pulling a pen out. The second you get the chance, you walk out on shaky legs without saying a word.
"Client exhibiting potentially self-endangering behavior. Institutionalize at next availability."
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