#pov harvey speak to me

[hotelraleigh]

love the echoes n equilibrium series....just a few qs...ahh...

(1) when did harvey fall for the farmer? was it a oh they're hot thing or just over time this intense sort of need to care for them given all the shit they get up to. the farmer is so interior and i love them but i wont lie ive been soooo curious about harvey's perspective in those first few months of the farmer fucking around and finding out

(2) in the whole situationship leading up to the confession, has harvey ever had thoughts on like...fully moving on, given how much it's clear he wants farmer in a way that doesn't seem reciprocated at the time?

(3) has he ever jacked off to them...

thank you for your questions!!

1) man i wanna write another harvey pov now bc y'all are giving me such rich qs to think about. it was definitely a slowburn for harvey - as i wrote, harvey himself was confused and surprised by his strong reaction to the farmer (scolding her for carelessness, etc) bc it was out of character for him. And while I do believe harvey is actually someone pretty in touch with their own emotions (rational, for sure, but also deeply empathetic), I also think it's been a minute since he felt such strong attraction to someone and thus wasn't able to clock it immediately (particularly bc it was simultaneously wrapped up in real concern, frustration, etc). the way i wrote his pov in part 1, he was an incredibly career-oriented man, sometimes at the expense of relationships. so this was new, this was exciting (in a strange way), and he almost definitely had an oh fuck moment after months and spiraled about the ethics and legality of it all.

2) oof i love this question. So i think there's 2 parts to this. First, as kind of stated above, I think he is slightly out of depth when it comes to his feelings for the farmer. Not that he's not aware of them, but rather the intensity. I think he is an intellectualizer at times, so he is explaining away the intensity, at least for now. Second, and this came up in a previous ask, but I also think he's dealing with some self-esteem stuff, so he is really banking on the idea that this is all I deserve so why would I give it up. I'll take what I can get cause I'm not gonna get it again, kinda thing. (This will def come up in future pieces.)

3) YUP. And you KNOW he felt sooooo guilty afterwards he couldn't look the farmer in the eyes for days lmfaoooooo

[bottombaron]

whatever you do, dont think abt Linger by the Cranberries but it's Nandor's pov 🥲

[gegewrites]

Harvey(SDV)- Candids (Smut)

Just an idea I had…like months back that’s been sitting there since like April. so uh, I went on medication, and while Walter Whites fugue state was fake, mine was definitely real. :) sorry.

8/11/24

Words: 2.8k

Edited: shit, idk

Your pov-

It was a quite rainy night, I was reading In bed and he was putting together a small model plane I surprised him with with, or I thought he was putting it together until I heard him speak.

"When did you last change the batteries?"My husband asked and I looked over from book. Harvey was standing infront of the bookshelf, which dawned books and the airplane models he's put together, holding my Cannon digital camera in his hands.

"I have no clue. I put new ones in and put it up there, should be charged." I looked down at my book, hearing its jingle of turning on through the faint sound of jazz playing in the room. I heard  the faint sound it made when you pressed the buttons.

"Hmm, it's charged." I looked over at him and he walking towards the bed, I smiled at him and he took a picture. He stood at the side the bed, his red robe tied loosely around his waist, falling open around his chest, tapering closed where the tie sat. I looked back at my book and continued reading as he tapped through the images already on the camera, it had a new SD card in it, so it was pretty empty to my recollection.

I put my marker in the book,  put it on the nightstand, and held out my hand for it and he handed it to me. I got out of the comforter and sat on my knees in front of him, pointing the camera up, setting him in the frame and taking a picture.

"My handsome husband." I cooed as I looked at the picture, and looked back up at him. Harvey and I have been married for two years, dated for three, means I've been here for six years now. We got acquitted when I was pulled out of the mines one night sometime during my first four months here, and it just kind of took off from there.

He looked down at me slight smile on his face, but some idea brewing in his head. It wasn't late, so whatever it was I'd entertain it.  I held out the camera to him and he took it and I raised my brow at him.

"What?" I asked, raising off of my calves, he held the camera to his side as I wrapped my arms over his shoulders. His free hand sat on the small of my back, holding my body against his. I could tell he wanted to say whatever it was, but was also overthinking. His cheeks tinted pink, which I  could see in the warm light from the lamp on my bedside,"what is it, Love?"

"I really want take pictures of you..Us..." his words trailed off before he went silent. He looked to the side with his eyes before back down at mine, crooked smile and a nervous chuckle, but I caught his drift.

"Sounds fun." I smiled and placed a kiss to his jaw, the hand that was in my back slid down to hold onto my ass, squeezing my cheek lightly in his hand. I was only in a tank top and panties, the plan I had in mind for tonight was to read, snuggle up to him, and fall asleep, but his idea is better. His body was tense, it was cute how his own idea made him nervous, I giggled softly before placing a few kisses on his neck,"Relax babe, it'll be fun."

"I know." He chuckled and I pushed off of him and sat back down on my calves.

"I'll do the posing, you take the pictures." I said as I slowly untied the knot on his robe. He took a picture.

He got down onto one knee, and I started slowly peeling off my tank top. He watched me through the camera which he held vertically, his eyes gazing above it to look at me for a moment, snapping a picture when my breasts were exposed. I tossed the tank top to the floor, spreading my legs a bit wider. I leaned onto my hands, pressing them into the mattress between my thighs. He took another picture.

I moved to sit on my butt, sitting on the edge of the bed, and he moved back as I stood up.  I hooked my thumbs into the hand of my panties and slid them down my legs, keeping eye contact with the camera, he a took a picture when they got around my knees and I stepped out of them kicking them away.

He stood up as I sat down on the bed, he took a step forwards, his hand coming up to caress my cheek, him thumb sitting on my chin as I looked up at the camera through my lashes.  He took another picture. His thumb sat on my bottom lip, dragging it down a bit, another picture. His face was blushed, smile prominent on his face. I took his thumb into my mouth, my tongue laying flat under it and he moved his hand so it finger were holding under my jaw, and he pushed her thumb a little bit further into my mouth, my tongue laying over my lip. I wrapped my lips around it as he slowly pushed it in and out of my lips, I happily sucked it as he took another picture.

I placed a kiss to his thumb pad as he pulled it out and I scooted back in the bed, I  propped up on my arms which sat behind me, and I spread my legs open. I was turned on, putting myself on display like this for him was...erotic.

"So pretty." He commented in a whisper, getting back on one knee, taking a picture before I slid my middle finger through my lips. I saw him bite down on his lower lip, pressing the button to release the flash. I slowly stroked through my lips, spreading my slick, and rubbing slow circles on my clit.

"Want me to finger myself?" I asked, my tone soft and seductive. He swallowed and nodded. My ring finger joined my middle finger as I rubbed my clit slowly. Dragging down to my needy cunt, circling it, spreading my lips open with my fingers. He took a picture. His breathing was slow and controlled, most likely harder than hail in his pajama pants. I slowly slid my fingers into my cunt, my eyes staying on my the camera, my head tilting back at a bit, lips parted.  I slid them in and out slowly, curling them, feeling how wet and slick I was on my own fingers. Now, my fingers couldn't do justice to getting me off, getting them fully in was not happening for me, and he knows this. He took a few pictures, letting out a sharp exhale through his nose as I slid them out, putting them to my lips. He zoomed the camera in, and I put them in my mouth, cleaning my juices off of them.

I closed my legs and sat forward,legs dangling off the bed. I leaned back on my arm, pulling him towards me with an extended leg onto his shoulder.

"I taste good." I smirked and he moved closer, placing the camera onto the bed. I raised my leg as he pushed his robe off and let my calf fall back onto his now bare shoulder. His right hand grabbed onto my other calf and he pushed my leg up onto the bed.  I picked up the camera and took a picture, my legs framing around him. He kissed the inside of my thigh, making his way closer to my cunt, mustache and faint stubble brushing and scratching my skin. I took a picture of him kissing up my thigh before he moved that leg onto the bed, pushing my apart.

He stood up, leaned down to me, hands on my knees, and placed a kiss against my lips, I tried to return it but he pulled away, gently grabbing the camera from my hand. I kept my legs open, and his thumb dipped into my lips, rubbing against my clit.

"You're so pretty." He smiled lovingly, and I hummed as he rubbed my clit a bit faster. I let my head fall back, and his thumb left my clit, his middle finger replacing it, but rubbing circles on my cunt before slipping in, curling perfectly.

"Mmm." I hummed as I let out a breath. He slowly pumped his finger in and out of my cunt.

I reached down, spreading my lips apart for him, he took a picture a few moments later. His finger slid out, and his ring finger joined it, slipping it, curling, and slowly pumping. My eyes shut, and I felt him put the camera down, left hand now sitting on my thigh. He kept pumping his fingers, speeding up gradually as soft moans escaped my lips. I felt his lips against my shoulder, peppering a few kisses against my skin. I tilted my head to the side and he placed more onto my neck, teeth nipping and lips softly sucking at my skin, creating small bruises that would show up later.

"I need your lips Harvey." My hips lightly rolled down onto his hand. A zap of electricity shot up my spine from where his fingertip pressed into, my body shuddered under him. A contented moan that started in my throat which escaped through my lips parting open,"Oooh."

When my hips relaxed he fixed his motions, deepening the curl of his fingers, making sure his fingertips pressed and rubbed against that spot, speeding up, pulling moans out of me. My toes curled as my hands bunched the comforter tightly.

I heard the camera take a picture, seeing the flash behind my closed lids. The camera dropped on the mattress and his arm wrapped under my thigh, holding the inside of his in his hand, and I soon felt that anticipated touch of his touch of his tongue, sliding through my lips, flicking against my clit.

"Oooh Gooood.." I moaned, my right thigh pressed against his head, his stubble scratching against the inside of my thigh, his mustache tickling the skin above my clit. His lips wrapped around my clit, sucking it harshly while the tip of his tongue flicked against it. A high pitch whiny moan flooding out of my mouth as my body tensed up, my body curling forward just like his fingers, my eyes squeezed shut, my right hand gripping into his hair and he let out a rumbling groan. I felt that knot in my stomach, my head getting lighter, my body heating up. His fingers pumping harder in and out of my cunt, harshly and perfectly rubbing against my g-spot.

I could feel myself getting wetter in his hand, the wet sounds that fingers made as they roughly fucked me. I was so close, he could probably hear with how uncomfortable my moan were but how hard I was trying to contain them.

It took me all my strength, letting go of his hair as his lips detached from my clit, his tongue swirling and licking flat at it. I grabbed the camera with the hand was in his hair, I took a quick picture of him between my legs with the flash. I put it down, pressed the flash mechanism back into the camera and picked it up again, all while breathing heavily, legs spasming lightly around him, and holding off an orgasm.

I took a picture of him between my legs, capturing my body and his head, then moving it closer and higher to capture his head stuffed between my legs. I shakily put it back down on the left side, so he could grab it when he wanted, and my hand went back to tugging his hair.

"Fuuuck Har-Harveeeey!!" I rolled my hips his face,but he pushed my hips back with his shoulder and that grip on my thigh, his finger tips bruisingly pressed into the inside of my thigh. I couldn't get my words out, speaking between breaths and moans,"Har-har- oOh fuck- I'm gonna..." I let out a hard sigh which accented its self with a whine,"Haarveey."

His hand released and squeezed my thigh again, before running his hand up it to my knee and back down and soon abandoning my thigh all together. I finally stopped holding back my orgasm, letting the pleasure consume my body. A moan ripped out of me as my walls clamped around his fingers, his tongue licked quickly at my clit, licking up the cum that spilled out of my pussy and onto his hand, dripping down my ass, undoubtedly soaking the comforter below me. His name brokenly trailed out of my lips like a prayer and I heard the camera shutter again. His fingers and tongue slowed down as I rode out my high.

His fingers left my cunt when I fell back onto my back, my hand releasing his hair. He placed a few wet kisses to the inside of my thigh as my chest rose and fell heavily, catching my breath. My brain was in the clouds, but I still heard the flash mechanism spring out of it closure in the camera and the camera take a picture, he took three pictures, and I let my legs fall down and drape off the bed.  I felt the camera fall onto the mattress, bouncing a bit, and I could hear him walking away, somewhere. and I felt him spread my legs, standing between them, then his lips against my neck, his hands holding my waist as he hovered above me.

"You're a dream, you know that?" He whispered into my ear, before kissing the corner of my jaw, his damp mustache brushing against my skin. His hands slid down my waist to grab my hips, pushing them down slightly, thumbs rubbing tight slow circles against my skin. I could feel the hard bulge in his boxers pressing against me. He kept whispering compliments and praises into my ear as his hands slid down my thighs and pulled away from me…

It was definitely a rough morning. Walking around the farm, getting the morning chores done while I was slightly sore and aching between my legs. That sweet memory and feeling of how good he fucked me last night. It was currently early in the afternoon, and I was sitting at my desk upstairs, my camera plugged into the laptop, looking at the pictures taken last night. Tapping through the ones to took of me after he ate me out, how his fingers looked inside me, covered in my cum. How I my cum was dripping out of me and around his fingers, dripping down and smeared against my skin, which glistened from the camera flash. I kept tapping through. I already felt horny as hell, my pussy tightening around nothing, getting hotter, feeling that slick build between my lips. I saw the pictures he took with his cock in my mouth, how open my mouth was around him, tapping through, seeing the drool building at the corner of my lips, how my eyes got teary, my lips a little redder. The pictures right after showed me with his cum on my face, covering my tongue and lips, Dripping against my cheeks. His tip pressed against my lip drawing it down. The pictures only got more erotic, and I was squeezing my legs together in my desk chair. Seeing the pictures of him pushing into me, how he stretched me, and how I was clamped around him. Pictures of the creamy cum from him fucking me smeared over his cock, dripping down my ass. Then I saw the pictures of my face while I coming around him, how my back arched , hands gripping the comforter below me, lips parted and eyes closed, in the middle of pleasure. I slowly tapped fast a few again my eyes scanning over the images, taking them in. My cheeks heating up as I did. This was better than any porn or magazine I’ve seen…then I finally got to the images of after he came inside me. How his cum and mine spilled over and out onto his cock, dropping against my skin, the picture of my pussy after me pulled out, his cum dripping out of that open hole, my slicked lips sparkling slightly from the flash. I bit down on my lower lip harshly and let my head fall back against the chair and I let out a sharp huff. I couldn’t wait for him to get home from work now…

I bet you have blue balls now :)

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

Satisfied

James Wilson x reader

description - Y/n reveals some of her...hobbies.

word count - 800

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*your pov*

“Wait!” I came running in to see Cameron and Foreman attempting to pry the woman off the man she was ‘strangling’. I managed to pull them off of her, both equally surprised by my actions in stopping them. I also held my hand out to stop the woman from doing anything that would incriminate her further.

“This isn’t what you think it is.” I directed towards the two doctors, I then turned to face the woman who stood ashamed. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

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“She’s his dominatrix.”

I announced to House and his minions. I stood front and centre as they looked at me in disbelief.

“They both participate in BDSM, I’m assuming a classic dom and sub relationship. Harvey clearly takes pleasure in masochism and she indulges this as his dom. Hence the strangling which I think she did to calm him down.”

The open mouths around the room could have caught flies. I was confused by their reaction so merely stood kicking my feet waiting for them to regain their ability to speak.

“I’m sorry, how do you know this?” Foreman questioned his face betraying his complete shock at my statements.

“I wasn’t sure at first but there was something in the way they related to each other and their stances around the other. Also I’ve seen her at a few parties.” I simply stated in response.

“Your life is amazing!” House excitedly added. “Now at these parties did you do any girl on girl action? Medically speaking.” He questioned me with a mischevious glint.

“I don’t know how answering that is relevant to the case at hand.” I teased back at him knowing he would understand the affirmation in my tone.

House stood up and came to my side before whining out. “Wilson is so lucky!” Like a child who was jealous of their friends new bike. I smiled at the mention of my boyfriend and then rolled my eyes at his playful quips.

“Anyways, that’s what I came to offer.” I skipped out of the room to leave them to their diagnosis.

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“Hands up who’s turned on.” House asked the room once Y/n had left. He shot his hand up and was quickly joined by Chase. Cameron glared at him.

“What?” He innocently asked. She jutted her chin out and collected up her papers to leave in a huff. Glaring at House as well as she left.

“What a square.” House announced to Chase and Foreman.

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*your pov*

I was flicking through my files at the nurses station when I felt a pair of strong arms embrace me from behind. James had his head buried in my neck and gave the skin a quick kiss. We were never ones for extreme PDA in the office, so the exchange lasted less than a second before he was around at my side to properly converse with me.

“You on House’s stroke case now? I saw you in the room.” James inquired.

“No, just had to offer some specialist assistance.” I sing songed back.

“And what specialist assistance would that be, my darling?” He indulged in my evasive responses. Leaning in close so our lips were ever so close.

“It merely involved one of the patients…specific hobbies.” I pretended to think hard about my word choice. I winked at him on the last word.

He took my full meaning and struggled to hide his grin at the beautiful and exciting girl he’d managed to get.

There was a tap on my shoulder and I whipped around and was met with Chase.

“Dr Y/l/n, may I speak with you for a moment.” He seemed cocky and looked between James and I. I decided to coddle his intentions and agreed. He directed me a few feet a way. James watched my retreating form and kept an eye on the conversation, not liking the look in Chase’s eye.

“I just wanted to say, y/n, that I have also from time to time indulged in the pleasurable acts you described to House.” He flirtingly stated, his voice a low whisper. He placed his hand on the wall next to us and used it as leverage to lean in.

“I see.” I could barely contain my giggle at where I suspected the line of questioning was going.

“So, if things ever get too boring with grandpa over there,” He jutted his chin towards James. “I’m always up for a bit of alone time.” He winked at me.

I let out a small giggle but quickly righted myself. I stalked closer towards him and I saw him shrink at my intimidating movement.

“Oh believe me,” I placed my lips directly next to his ear. “I am plenty satisfied.”

I strutted away relishing in his flustered state. I once again was in front of James.

“What was that a—” I pulled him into a deep kiss by his collar.

[grae-98]

Treatment

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 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.”

[cheemscakecat]

Woah, is that Crunchy BLU Spy from Emesis Blue, Tf2?

So, reminder that I believe Emesis Blue is a nightmare shared by multiple people; BLU Spy, Soldier, Medic, and Scout and RED Demoman. Everyone else is a dream version based on how the characters feel about them.

Good news? Spy didn’t end up having an ear burnt off, with his jaw bones exposed like Harvey Dent. [The Dark Night] Also, no hole in his nose, so that’s a blessing…As far as we know.

Bad news is his whole face and body got burnt up, not just half. [I say “just” half like it’s not one of the most painful things that can happen to a human] Spy doesn’t have eyelids or tear ducts left, so he couldn’t blink or tear up no matter how dry/irritated his eyes get. And his lips are gone.

But worse news is to come after he leaves Soldier and Medic’s body in the interrogation room.

“Cheer up Mr Doe. I think your friend will pull through.”

This is a real thing that can happen to bodies if they’re in a fire long enough. But Spy was still walking slowly and painfully when we saw him earlier. And it’s not like he wouldn’t try to escape, so what happened to him?

From Soldier’s POV, it’s what he gets for being a traitor and pushing away the people who wanted to help him. And we don’t get to see Spy’s POV of trying to escape the fire. So there’s two options I came up with.

Either A: His fear of fire and other, undisclosed fears caused him to fumble a simple task like when he got set on fire:

Manages to escape from butcher Pyro competently.

Lights a cigarette for stress relief while drenched in gasoline, decides he doesn’t want it after all…

Chucks it behind him like a loony tunes character about to ruin their whole trap, sets gasoline soaked room and himself ablaze.

Spy’s scenes aren’t all examples of him being incompetent, which leads me to believe it’s a result of his fears/insecurities. Like having to depend on people. And being stuck up while also being useless. And loosing your touch. Any of these in combination are possible. How convenient that he messes everything up the minute he does something cool. Just like going to help Soldier in the stairwell, when he could’ve turned invisible and shot the butcher.

So it’s possible that he did just get stuck somewhere comedically. Or ironically, however you look at it.

But hear me out for a second.

Spy didn’t like being in the sewers, so he may have gone up a few floors for a way out. And what’s on the upper floors?

Scout’s body. Scout is the only person who Spy shouldn’t have beef with. In fact, he’s the only person he hesitated to shoot in that Jules Archibald promotion flashback. Didn’t do anything to “betray” him, wasn’t a criminal. And he knew about him from following Soldier’s radio lead.

Medic put his body back in the coffin, since he wasn’t able to save him. That coffin could be mistaken for a morbid cabinet used by the Engineers, and if the fire was creeping up the floors, Spy would be looking for an extinguisher.

I head-canon that Spy found Scout’s body and tried to bring it with him.

But then the slaughterhouse collapsed, and he was trapped in the rubble. BLU’s cleanup crew found him when they went searching for him and Soldier.

“This boy has been missing since Halloween night.”

“Whatever it was you saw inside Conhager Slaughterhouse.. you are not to speak of it with anyone.”

Missing. Missing.

Missing.

M! sS!n G.

[pindaran]

Wrote my first Farscape fanfic. It's set towards the end of the second season finale 'Die Me, Dichotomy. John POV. Harvey wasn't in the first draft but he snuck in and now even has a speaking part.

Basically it's John coming to terms with a very bad thing.

[the1975attheirverybest]

Yes actions are important but so are words

And i dont think i have been aggressive at all

If this is aggressive i wonder what polite looks like lol

Tone doesn’t always translate well online, haha. I think we’ve been conditioned to be overly apologetic or whatever, so it’s hard for people to tell sometimes.

Yeah, definitely! I didn’t mean to minimize words. I wouldn’t be an English major if I didn’t believe in the power of words. The way that I understand Matty’s whole approach to comedy is as follows, and please let me know what you think of it! Cuz I’ve always genuinely wondered what people think but have never been able to have a conversation with someone who doesn’t, like, hate him or whatever, for the stuff he says.

I think Matty believes that we have gotten to a point on the left/ as progressives where wokeness has devolved into policing each other and being morally outraged by everything that we have disconnected our values from any real political or economic change.

In addition to that becoming entirely performative, it has resulted in a lack of nuance. Like, we now treat the Harvey Weinsteins of the world the same way we would treat a genuine, good person, who, out of ignorance or lack of awareness, said one small comment that they didn’t know would be construed as offensive. He believes there should be a difference in how we as a society react to those two things.

The lack of difference, according to Matty, makes people forget about the actual things that they should be worried about, and instead, focus on never saying anything that could even be remotely misunderstood. Meaning that everyone is now afraid of saying anything to anyone out of fear of fucking up. If we don’t fuck up, if we don’t try new things, if we don’t push back, then no real change is going to happen.

Therefore, he makes an artistic point of saying inflammatory things, especially when he puts on this “persona” in order to spark conversations that force us to step back and think “wait, what’s acceptable and what’s not?” SOMETIMES, he does it badly. He says things that just shouldn’t he said. Or words things in an unfortunate way. Or speaks from his own privileged pov as a wealthy straight white man, when his reality doesn’t apply to his fans. Especially those of us who are people of color, minorities, queer individuals, etc. so, yeah, he does fuck up.

But the whole point is to allow space for genuinely good people who do don’t intend any harm but sometimes make mistakes, to learn, and to move on without holding it against them in judgement. You know what I mean?

[djino04]

Difficulty breathing

Day 10 of @febuwhump with theme : “difficulty breathing”

Summary : Missing scene from Saul's escape

POV Bloom

Andreas, Riven and Dane have just left, but Aisha has advised us to wait a few more minutes, just in case they decide to turn back. Headmaster Silva still has enough oxygen in the bubble to last underwater and Musa is keeping a close eye on him so we can take action if needed. Each minute passes slowly as I stop myself from moving. I don't like standing still, especially when I know someone I know is suffering. I don't need to have Musa's power to know that with arrows in his back, the headmaster must be in pain. 

I fidget a little but stop when I see the dark look on Aisha's face. I think they have been gone long enough for us to move. I'm about to say it but it's finally Musa who beats me to it and ends our long wait: 

"We have to get him out, he's starting to have trouble breathing."

We exchange a brief look, then stand up as one before we all start running. The running doesn't stop Aisha from responding: 

"Yet he still has enough oxygen in the bubble."

No one has time to wonder more as we get close to the shore. Terra stopped a little before, near a rock to take out the few things she brought. We expected the headmaster to be slightly injured from his time in prison, not shot with a bow. So I'm not sure if she has what it takes to treat him. But anyway, we need to get him out of the water first, there will be no need to heal him if he dies from drowning. 

Aisha dives into the water while Musa and I wait nervously by the side. I try to see where they are but the water is too rough and not clear enough for me to make out anything. I breathe a sigh of relief when Aisha finally breaks through the water, all the while helping the headmaster stay afloat. I hear him cough, which is a pretty good sign, right? It means he's still breathing. 

I take a few steps into the river to help Aisha and headmaster Silva. The second I reach them, I grab the specialist's arm to put it over my shoulders and support some of his weight. I try not to look at the arrows sticking out of his back, or listen to his harsh, ragged breathing. With each step we take, he leans a little more against us. He tries to hold back his moans of pain, but he can't quite manage it. I can't really blame him, he just got out of jail, then got shot before jumping off a cliff and spending about ten minutes in cold water. I don't expect him to be in great shape after all that. 

We finally get out of the water, not without difficulty, and Terra signals us: 

"Bring him here, we have to lay him on his belly so that I can remove the arrows."

We advance as best we can. The headmaster tries to walk but he doesn't quite succeed, his gestures are not coordinated. And although he seems to have lost weight, he is still heavier than Aisha or me. Nevertheless, we manage to bring him to the flat place designated by Terra. I can hear him talking in a low voice with Musa: 

"I am not surprised Musa. Aunt Farah has put up mental barriers to Dad and Uncle Saul. Now that I've met Rosalind, I understand why..."

"Yes, but I can't take her pain with that barrier and I don't want to try to break it either. I'll do more harm than good."

Clearly, I'm not the only one who heard the discussion because headmaster Silva responds with difficulty: 

"It's going... to be okay... girls... No need... for... that..."

Terra helps us lay her down as she speaks to her: 

"Shh, don't talk Uncle Saul. One of the arrows must have punctured one of your lungs. I'll take care of it, you just need to concentrate on your breathing."

It always feels so weird when I remember that Terra, Sam and Sky grew up together and with headmistress Dowling, headmaster Silva and Professor Harvey. It reminds me that our teachers have lives too and that they are not just teachers. It makes them more human. Also, if the specialist is Sky's father, that means he might become my stepfather. It's strange to think about that. I don't really have time to think about it much more because Terra asks us: 

"Hold his shoulders. I'm going to have to pull the arrows out and we don't want him to move."

We do as she asks and I can feel headmaster Silva extremely tense. His eyes are closed, his fists clenched, and he bites his lip as Terra quickly does her work. Despite this, soft moans pass the barrier of his lips. I can only imagine how he must feel as the foreign body is forcibly removed from his body and we have nothing to ease the pain. Musa moved away from us, certainly because she could not stand the pain of the headmaster. She can't seem to take the pain away from him, but she can feel it very well.

Although the arrows are now removed, I know it's not over. Terra still has to treat the internal and external injuries and I hear it's quite painful, although I'm lucky enough not to have had that treatment yet. I don't really know what I can do to help the headmaster through this. I can't see myself comforting him by stroking his hair or anything like that. I don't think he would appreciate it in the least. It is finally himself who answers my problem by asking: 

"How...is...Sky?"

So I start chatting, telling him how Sky is doing and what happened while he was away. Talking this I know how to do very well and if it helps him get through the pain by giving him something to focus on, then so much the better.

[32ratsinatrenchcoat]

Chapter 10 - Grampleton Orange Chicken

Chapter Masterlist

JJ catches Sophia off guard

JJ pov

I was enjoying my day, taking in the fresh air, enjoying not doing the duties I was supposed to do at the farm. Maybe I would take a walk in the town? Maybe I'd buy some crops? (lol no, never) Maybe I'd get my breakfast from Gus? Or maybe, just maybe, to piss of Frisk just a teensy bit amount of extra, I'd sit down on a bench until he found me. That was a perfect opportunity, a perfectly evil plan concocted by the wicked mastermind that is myself. A plan so evil and devious that megamind himself would be proud. 

And nothing went wrong, for the first ten steps. Then, an angel descended down and glowed beautifully and elegantly and beautifully (and did I mention beautifully?) graced a small smile upon me (Sophia walked out of Harvey's clinic). "Oh! Hi, JJ." She greeted wide eyed, almost shocked to see me in town this early in the morning, it seemed like she was wanting to ask 'why aren't you doing farmwork now?' with her eyes, but her lushious lips coloured pastel pink from her Formless Beauty Love Lipgloss (Which she showed me when I was at her house one early morning avoiding my daily duties as usual). 

"Hi! How are you?" I greeted back. Her small smile faded quickly. Fuck. How did that happen? I asked an innocent question? How did I fuck up? "Um... I've been better.. why are you asking?" Oh thank she's sad, I didn't fuck up... wait no that's not good either.

"I uh pfff just curious you know? yeah. no reason just you know, yeah? yeah." I swear I can speak. I stared at the ground in embarrassment, my cheeks probably brighter than Olivia's red dress. My fumbling seemed to cheer Sophia up a bit though, cause she let out a small giggle. Score. "I uh.. do you wanna get some food? I was planning on heading over to the saloon right now." "Sure, I haven't eaten breakfast yet." Sophia smiled. "Me neither! See, we're both starving! Bonding moment!" Bonding moment? The fuck am I on?

The moment we entered Gus' saloon, he smiled at us. "Good morning, lasses! Sophia! I assume you're getting the Grampleton Orange Chicken, yeah?" Sophia nodded and grinned. "And you JJ? Same for you?" I nodded. Never heard of this 'Grampleton Orange Chicken', so it means its either the worst thing in the world, or good. Time to figure out.

Spoiler alert: it was good.

also it was on the house. Which made it taste even better.

[melancholiaenthroned]

scott snyder panel highlights from fan expo canada 2024 under the cut. sorry for how long it is i hope someone recorded this panel because he was great. some of this is a mix of stuff i found personally interesting + genuine updates on absolute batman

- didnt get along with greg capullo at all at first (up until issue 5 of batman). i heard this from capullos pov last year (he described how difficult synders scripts r to work w because he describes every panel in detail. snyder said today the first batman issue was a 45 page script for a 20 page comic). apparently at one point dc told them just to not speak to each other because they couldnt get along. eventually instead of emailing (they sent some CATTY emails that apparently capullo likes to PRINT OUT and still show ppl to make fun of him) they phoned and figured out a middle ground (snyder admits capullo was 100% right) and now snyder says he prides himself on being able to write according to what the artist needs best to work w (also went over a lot of how scripting for comics works which was very cool). anyway eventually they got along and now theyre besties and talk every day

- was the main one to pitch the absolute universe because he missed when comic events felt BIG and made big changes to the whole like. company. also clarified what this means is every week in october pretty much everything will be new but not a retcon like. trying to get new fans by starting new arcs in almost every book (w some new stories like the absolute universe which he has 2years+ planned for) rather than retconning and starting over. which some ppl probably knew but i was a little confused about before seeing him speak.

- talked about how burnt out from dc he was after doing dark knights metal because he felt corporate oversight was too difficult to work under (dc had been sold and bought multiple times as he worked there and he thought whoever was at the top at any one time didnt rlly understand how comics worked) which is why he moved to creator owned for a while. he actually didnt plan to write for the absolute universe, just work as a consultant for a while, but he was convinced to take on batman.

- batman (2011) represented his feelings about working on batman (nervousness over taking the title on and feeling unqualified) while absolute represents how he sees his children (dont find billionaires relatable or cool and are a bit disillusioned compared to normal bruce).

- hes really passionate about absolute bruce. described how he can hide in plain sight but is identity is still a lot easier for people (alfred) to figure out because hes a nobody with no money. at one point while describing a fight scene referred to him as "20 and huge" which is true but feels like it really encapsulates the way snyder sees him and his characterization

- a!bruce grew up in the narrows alongside waylon, eddie, selina, and harvey. he worked lots of different jobs. trained w waylon (synder was NOT supposed to say any of this for sure he kept cutting himself off like "um well i shouldnt spoil it but- and then rambling for ages)

- he talks much softer than in interviews! comes across really approachable and nerdy and excited about everything hes doing. he also talked with me a bit at the signing before the panel and he was incredibly kind and easy to talk to.

[fan-burns]

Robots 2

-Chapter 16: Doctor V’s POV (Midnight) (TW for ableism, ableist slurs, sanism, homophobia, and mentions of previous self harm. Plus some gnarly imagery from a surprise guest star!)-

I loathed coming up to the surface...why I let this titanium toddler drag me up here, I'll never know. The light burns my metallic hide, while the air up here is so clean that it stings my intakes. I suppose this was my own fault, having spent a good fifty odd years underground...but then again where else was I supposed to live? With the rest of the sheep? With my own test subjects? You couldn't pay me to do so!

Now, I must confess this in sincerity, there is a slight chance that I made a mistake in giving this little brat the Conduit. True, he uses it close to it's fullest potential, but now I’m starting to ponder just who exactly is in control here. Him, or my wonderous invention. If it truly is him, then the boy has let himself go severely. The degenerate is a High Grade addict. His desk was riddled with empty cups of the stuff, and the stench of it loomed everywhere in the office. It wasn't an intoxicant, thankfully, but it absolutely reeked. The stench alone was enough to knock over any lightweight that walked into the room.

Now If it was my doing…I couldn’t be anymore proud of myself! I can hear my papa cheering for me already!…or at least I would have if I didn’t have to have to listen to this bucket of bolts in front of me.

“We need to get rid of those two.” Ratchet whispers harshly to me, signaling the start to our so-called meeting.

Ratchet’s eyes were wild and deranged as he paced back and forth in front of “his” desk. In between my visit, he must’ve begun to plaster the large windows behind him with newspapers and other objects in what I can only assume to be an attempt to prevent anyone from peering in. How anyone could peer into an office like Bigweld’s is beyond me, but apparently Ratchet had a method to his madness. Despite the attempt, small stray beams of moonlight filtered through the gaps and added some much needed light.

Ratchet was insistent that the lights be turned off for my visit. The only other light in the room was the old lantern that I brought up from my Office in the Shop. I always had a soft spot for these types of lanterns…their golden light always reminds me of my golden days. Oh how I long to experience them again, but alas, here I am with this twit.

“Vho?” I questioned him, attempting to sound interested.

“Rodney and Harvey!” he yelled in frustration. “Harvey is just aching to get out of here and go behind my back! And Rodney is no doubt planning to take me down as we speak!”

I cocked my head at the mention of Rodney. “You mean that cutter?”

Ratchet stopped his pacing and turned his attention to me. “The what?”

“Rodney,” I explained. “Apparently the boy cut himself on purpose in zee past.”

He looked at me as though I told him to jump out the window. “When the hell was this?”

“The cutting? I’m not sure. Based on how old zey looked, probably vhen he vas thirteen or sixteen. He showed zem to me around zee first veek of your so-called empire.”

Ratchet looked stunned at the revelation. He even went so far as to take a seat next to me as if we were in a bar. “My Cog…”

“I thought I talked to you about zis.” I mumbled. “He’s further gone zan you! And don’t get me started on zat “boyfriend” of yours!”

“For the last time, we’re not a couple!” He shouted as he slammed his free hand onto the table like a child. “If anything, he’s Rodney’s little toy!”

“Oh joy, two nutjobs in zee same bed, what could possibly go wrong?”

An awkward silence had fallen over our “meeting”. The only sound that lingered in the room was the gentle hum of the lantern that sat in between us. I heard Ratchet shift his weight in the chair beside me, and I decided to “pop the question” so to speak.

“Vell vhat do you want to do vith zem? Kill zem?”

“No, that would be the easy way out for them.” He said hastily as I rolled my eyes at his “explanation”. One of which will cost him one day I’m sure of it.

“We have to be smart about this…”

“Vell how about zis zen,” I asked, “You take zee gay one, and I take zee cutter.”

“What do you-”

“You use zee Conduit on the gay one and it’ll fix him in a flash. I’ll take zee cutter and see if I can fix him zee old fashioned way. Ve’ll compare results and see vhich result is the better of zee two. Think of it as an…experiment of sorts.”

“What if someone asks questions?” He said in a voice that was too pathetic for words. “What if I change Harvey’s personality too much and someone gets suspicious?!”

“Zey won’t…because you will tell zem not to.” I spoke with a slight grin as I pointed to the Conduit in his hands. When I did, he looked up to the staff as though he were a boy gazing up at a Christmas tree for the first time. His eyes were filled with wonder as I heard the gears turn in his head, pondering the suggestion.

“Did you forget zat you can influence how zee masses think?! One flick of zat switch and they von’t even remember those two!”

“I knew that!” he lied, “I just…wanted a break from using this thing! It isn’t healthy!”

“If it vans’t healthy, I vould’ve given it to Bigweld.” I said sarcastically. I shouldn’t be surprised that it took this long for him to notice any effects on his body. Perhaps I should start taking mental notes about how he acts.

Come to think of it, He started acting up, oh when was that?...two days ago? That sounds about right. From what I can recall, he had some sort of “breakdown” after his meeting with Harvey, and has been a paranoid wreck ever since. Truely a fascinating coincidence. What did those two talk about? Or was it something that happened after that meeting?

I’ll have to keep an eye on him, not only to further observe his mental degradation, but to also be ready to inevitably intervene once he finally does go off the deep end. I’ll have to plan for that however. In the meantime, I’ll be enjoying his pratfall!

While I despise the idea I proposed, I will admit, I’ve been playing with the idea of having the cutter as an assistant of mine since we took the city. I could use the company…and considering his relationship with that backstabber Bigweld, it would be unspeakably ironic!

“Alright…alright let’s do this then.” he said, trying to build his confidence up. “We need a plan to get Rodney here, what should we-”

“Tell him he made the team,” I said with a wave of my hand. “Tell him he’s being promoted to zee upgrade department, have him meet up with David and Axe-”

“Damian and Axyl,” he corrected. “I actually those two, they got that…''don't tread on me” vibe.”

“...Right. Vell you tell him all of zhat, and vhen he gets here, security vill knock him out and send him to my lab. After zat, just use zee Conduit!”

“But what about Harvey? Do we just use the Conduit on him?”

“Exactly” I said coolly as I grabbed my lantern. “In the meantime, just keep an eye on your subject…and I’ll keep an eye on mine! Vee should have zem under our control by next veek!”

I got up from my seat, and made the short walk to the large doors. As I reached for them, I realized that the left door was slightly ajar. I must’ve neglected to shut it properly when I arrived. Oh well, old habits die hard I suppose.

Immediately upon opening the door, I felt whatever was left of my ice cold heart sink. Standing in the doorframe was a tall and lengthy bot in a black paint job. His teeth were clenched, and a low yet audible growl shook the room, like a predator ready to pounce. The light from his green eyes seemingly split through the shadows of the room more so than the pale fluorescent lights that shone behind him.

The familiar stench of freshly spilt oil resonated from the figure. Grasped in his hands was a thick metal pipe, dripping said fuel onto the recently polished floor, quickly forming a small puddle.

Harvey had finally devolved some common sense…and now I was going to be beaten to death in the same room as that brat behind me.

[rvspecter]

“So unless you’re looking to cook me breakfast in the morning, I’d say we’re done here,” <- i will never think of this line the same way again. thank u for enhancing my experience of the show

“I’m going to change my clothes and order some Chinese—you know where the door is.” He dismisses her as he turns back around and continues on his way to his bedroom. <- UGH HIS INSOLENCE JESSICA JESSSIIIICCCAAAAA DONT TAKE THIS FROM HIMMM!!!!

There’s a pit in his stomach. A small part of him had hopes she’d quietly taken leave and let him be for the night. He knew this was coming eventually, he only ever gets to act out for so long. Truthfully, Harvey was expecting her to break sooner.  <-omg it's HAPPENING!!!! but omg srsly ME TOO HARVEY

Tonight however, her expression is neutral and almost unreadable, but there is a look in her eyes that Harvey has seen only a few times over their years together. So far it’s never been directed at him. It shatters him when he realises what it is. 

Resentment. <- SHE HAS BUYER'S REMORSE U DIIICCCKK!!!

She’s had virtually no reaction to him since finding out about Mike, and if he was honest with himself, it bothered him. He was acting out because of it, he wanted to get a rise out of her recently. <- UR MAKING THINGS MAKE SENNNSEEE AHHHHHH YESSSS AHHHHH!!!

The second he puffs up, Jessica stands taller.  <- YEAH YEAH!!!

“Get on your knees.” She commands, her tone indicating that she is not taking anything but obedience from him right now.

And of course, Harvey being Harvey, even with the gun to his head he tries to bargain. 

“Jess,” he starts, tone pleading. <- I'M SCREAMING I'M SCREEAAAMIGNGDNSGFDKLGNFLDSGJKLFDJSGKLFJFklsjdkjdhsajksdhjksdhaskjhdlsdh IT'S HAPPENING

Suddenly he feels her hand in his hair, and his head is being pulled back so that he’s now looking in her eyes. She bends down so that she’s a breath away from his face and speaks lowly, her voice predatory. “You have been a pain in my ass for two goddamn months. You’ve been acting like an entitled fucking brat. I’m over it— I told you weeks ago that you needed to learn your goddamn place, and since then you have challenged me at every given opportunity.” 

<- DUDE I FEEL SOOTHED!!!! HEALING IS OCCURING!!! DO U UNDERSTAND!!! WRONGS HAVE BEEN RIGHTED YES JESSICA HE'S A FUCKING ASSHOLE PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE PUT HIM IN HIS PLACEEE1!!!

Harvey says nothing back in response, although he does stare directly into her eyes defiantly <-OMG DEFIANT IS HOW I PICTURE HIM YESSSSS

He does as he’s told, silently and swiftly heads inside to grab a belt. The entire way Harvey cursed himself for being such a pussy. He really didn’t want to do this tonight, but he just couldn’t say no to her. She ran his life. She ran him. So when she says jump, he says how high. <- OHMGMGMGMGMGG YESSSSSS!!!!!

OMG GOMGMGMGMGMGMGDNGKJDHFSHFHASJDHAKDHSAKJDHKASDHKSAHDKSAHDKSAHSDKJAHSDK CRAWLING HE'S CRAWLING

AHHHHH!!!!!!

Harvey then sits back on his heels like a puppy awaiting instruction from his owner. He’s waiting for the usual form of praise he gets after completing the task she’s given him in the past. She says nothing and Harvey fights like hell to keep his expression neutral, trying and failing miserably to hide the disappointment he felt at not being praised.  <- YEAH CAUSE U DON'T DESERVE IT!!!!!!!!! ALSO AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The sound makes Jessica giggle. She finds it amusing how pitiful he is. “Such a baby,” Jessica quips quietly underneath her breath, but he heard it—she made sure of that. Harvey whimpers involuntarily again at her words.  <- AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHH!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! LIVING FOR JESSICA DEGRADING HIM AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

She watches as he breathes in a sharp breath while tears form in his eyes at his lack of noise production. Holding in the moan literally brought him to tears, and Jessica wasn’t going to let that go. <- LEGIT DYING OF COURSE HE'S WEEPING OF COURSEEE!!!!! also totally vibing with jessica's pov feels so real i love how much of a loser she things he is YES FEELS RIIIGGHHHTTT

“Aw look,” Jessica tuts, lifting her finger to wipe the tear as it falls. “You are” she says matter of factly as she stares at her fingers as she rubs the moisture of his tear between her finger. “Just like a little bitch,” she grits out as she begins to move on top of him, continuing to degrade him further with each move she makes. 

DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just as he’s approaching the edge, he loses all stimulation to the area as Jessica gets off of him, leaving him high and dry. <- AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!

He’s always good, especially with his mouth, but tonight she didn’t want to boost his already full ego anymore. He’s arrogant enough. <- yes don't jessica do not give him ANYTHING AHHHHH!!!!

“Mediocre,” as a judgement of his performance, and all the pride he felt just two seconds before comes crashing to the ground.  <- MUSIC AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

“Bet she doesn’t even know how much of a little slut you actually are,” Jessica teases. “She doesn’t, does she?” She asks, this time expecting a response, and Harvey ever in tune with her shakes his head no, signifying that Scottie does not in fact know that Jessica can bend him to her will in this way.  <- OMG HER MOCKING HIM AND HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH SCOTTIE YESSS AHHHHH!!!!!!

his eyes are wide and kind of sad as he lays there. She snickers at him, he looks hopeless and she lets him know as much. “You look pitiful sitting there with your puppy dog eyes willing yourself not to cum.”  <- IM IN HEAVEN AHHHH AHHHH AHHH AHHHHA HHHHA HHH AHHHHHHHH!!!

So she goes on to tease him, catching the precum dripping from his tip on her finger. "Aw, look how wet you are." <- AHHHHWEIDLHISADFJLIAEORUW3EGHJDIOWJKNDFOELWM2DJISCXODSEWJKDSJKDSJDSJKKJDSOSDOADSOPASWDIJWASJKASWHJKSDAJHKDSHJKDSJKSJKDKJSAJKNASJKNASJKNAJHBHAJBAjkhjklszdcxfclgkjiuewgh2quiosdjckfmlr;ew,dkmslcxfjdnsdnxmcskawmcdjxkishwsjk

“I’m bored,” she says,  <- MUSIC!!!!!!

“You’re a fucking pussy,” she shrugs as if she was talking about the weather. “That’s what it really boils down to— just you being a pussy,” Jessica says very matter of factly before taking a breath and continuing. “‘Cause if you weren’t pussy? You’d have quit, or made a move to take power. That’s the difference between you and Daniel, and even you and me. I had the balls to take my firm, he had the balls to rob his—but you? You’re just a whiny little baby who isn’t getting his way so he’s throwing a tantrum.” She speaks into the air in front of her, not even looking at him. “It’s why I didn’t put your name up there,” she adds, this time looking down into his eyes, knowing it’ll cut. “Because you’re simply just too much of a pussy.” 

DUDE YESSS AHHHHHHHH!!!!! also this is fitting INTO canon like it fits and canon is not being disturbed AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! also this makes everything that happens on this show with him openly crying while telling her he's gonna betray her ALL THAT MORE DELICIOUS

But not before she makes him apologise on his knees. <- im so happy for jessica. like she deserves all of this

By the time she’s done reheating the food, he’s dressed and carrying his duvet from his bedroom to bring to the couch. He then opened Netflix so they could pick a movie to watch while they ate.  <- AHHH THIS IS TOO CUTE AHHHHHHHH!!!!

Harvey laid on his back between Jessica’s legs, coming to rest his head on her torso as she fed him dumplings and spring rolls between little kisses and giggles, like a happy domestic couple. <- AHHHH!!!IEJWIledjrfhgurej3iekdfje

AHHHH!!!!

Here’s your breakfast, pussy  <- the number of times she calls him pathetic and pussy AHHHH

DUDE THANK U FOR THIS AHHHHHHH CAN U PLZ MAKE MORE PZLPZLZPLPZLPLSZPXKPOVJGHFEWDIUOJSDFLJ AHHHHH HSHSKSHAKHDKJ

NEW FIC!! NEW FIC!!!

@rvspecter here u go bby 🫶🏽

[cookinguptales]

You know... there actually is something very healing about writing erotica about a character who has a similar body type to your own.

[little personal post, cw for fatphobia and ableism]

Before I got into WWDITS, I didn't write much NSFW fic. I didn't have a lot of experience with it and I felt that I just wasn't particularly good at it. But I think NSFW suits nandermo (for a lot of reasons, frankly) so I did end up writing a lot of porn about those two.

And... I mean, I've always had a somewhat combative relationship with my own body. I'm sick, I'm disabled, my body is kind of a piece of shit. Body positivity has never really been something that I've been party to, mostly because I have never had a positive experience with my body. It uh. It's not a nice place to inhabit, to put it mildly.

But I'm also fat. Like sure, curvy, plus-size, "person of size", whatever. I'm fat. I don't think it should be a dirty word. I've had to deal with doctors being shitty about it, I've had to deal with family being shitty about it, I've had to deal with strangers on the street being shitty about it. The world in many ways was not built for a body like mine, whether it comes to size or ability.

And it's hard to see yourself as desirable when you have a body like mine. I have, in fact, been told on multiple occasions that it's not desirable. I don't see myself as ugly or anything (and never have), but that's not the same thing as feeling like someone could want you.

WWDITS ended up being kind of a novelty in the media landscape for having a fat protagonist, and one who didn't talk about being ashamed of it. He also, as he developed both skills and confidence, got to be sexy. He got to be capable. He got to be dressed well. Other characters wanted him. Hell, the fans wanted him.

I got to speak to Harvey Guillén last month and I remember telling him that it was hard to feel like you're enough when you have a body that people don't... ah, I think the word I used was "appreciate", but that having people like him and characters like Guillermo out there made it a little easier. And he told me that he hadn't had anyone like him to look up to, either, but that he just decided to, y'know, go for it anyway. Be the first. And I'm really glad he did.

Having a character like Guillermo who's fun and interesting and terrifyingly capable has been a joy, but... honestly the experience of writing him as sexually desirable has been downright healing.

I'm not really into men, so I don't personally find Guillermo (or Nandor, for that matter) sexually attractive. But writing from the POV of a character that does kind of... rewires the whole way you look at things. When you write about how supple thick thighs are, when you write about how it feels good when your fingers sink into soft flesh, when you write about what a joy it is to kiss a stomach that gives way beneath your lips... idk. You start to really see those as things that can be lovely, even if they're on you.

It's funny because I actually personally appreciate some softness on a partner IRL, but haven't allowed those same tastes to extend to myself. Again, I'm not the kind of person to look into the mirror and hate myself (I... don't actually keep many mirrors in my house, they creep me out, lmao) but I also just never seem to notice when a person might be interested in me because I think on a deep and intrinsic level I assume no one will be.

But... I might have accidentally started training myself to see things differently.

I'll never like my body, frankly. (My body's an asshole!) But after being in the head of a character who thinks a body like mine is attractive, it's easier to see the appeal in my own curves. To press my hand against my own thigh and enjoy the way it feels against my fingers. To imagine someone else enjoying it, too.

Because I've just written someone who has. And taking a step outside yourself, allowing yourself to look at yourself from the POV of someone who might love you, really is fucking healing.

(Just not Nandor. Fuck, I can do better than him.)

idk, I don't know if I'm really going anywhere with this. Just thinking about how nice it's felt, actually, to write a character not so different from me being loved for who they are. Kind of felt like being kind to myself through being kind to them.

and who knows, man. maybe I deserve a little kindness.

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Seventeen. The Bugity Stream

warnings: swearing, dream is jealous, kinda angsty word count: 4k (not including pictures)

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a/n: heheheeee bugity stream!! barely any dreamsy interaction and we don’t read the actual bugity fanfics, but lots of pouty dream :/ and we’re seeing stuff from a new person’s POV (also, elmo and i 389757% have come up with lore for the foxtrot fic that they mention in this chapter..... side fic??)  everyone say THANK YOU HARVEY FOR BEING AN AMAZING BETA (@hungoverhellhound) ur the best :)  also also, 🦀 anon suggested using discord people’s names for twitch chat so i did!! (i asked beforehand and everyone who wanted to be included was) it was fun adding that little bit so hehe hope mushroom field likes their comments

ANYWAY, ENJOY THIS PART!!!!!!!!! and as always, thanks for all the positive comments and stuff yall really make me cry /pos 

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George’s POV

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George left the messaging app when he received a spam of notifications from Dream on Discord telling him to call him as soon as possible. He knew it wasn’t an actual emergency, which is the only reason he took his sweet time rising from his bed and meandering over to his desk. George fell on his chair with a huff, taking a deep breath before pulling himself closer to his desk and opening Discord. He picked up his headphones and slid them on, preparing himself for the loud voice his best friend was about to use. After pressing a few familiar buttons, he could hear his best friend's frantic cry for help through his headphones.

“GEORGE.”

He tried his hardest not to roll his eyes. “Dream.”

“I'm-I’m going to literally—GEORGE. What am I supposed to do?”

“About what?”

“You know what!” Dream huffed, exasperated. “The stream!”

“You don’t even know what it is, why are you being so weird about it?”

“I’m not being weird,” he defended.

“Yes, you are,” George countered. “You’re, like, panicking, I dunno.”

“Because it’s Quackity! He’s probably gonna make, like, a proposal video or some shit to show her and then everyone is going to ship them and she’s going to forget about me and—”

“This wouldn’t be a problem if you tell her you like her.”

Dream scoffed. “Oh, so they can make fun of me for it? No, thanks.”

“She wouldn’t make fun of you for liking her,” George reasoned. Definitely not. “Why would Bugsy make fun of you for that? Or for anything in general?”  

“Okay, maybe not, but she’d definitely be weirded out or not believe me. I can’t tell her yet. It… it has to be the right time.”

George thought it was rather cute that Dream cared so much about his confession being perfect, whereas Quackity was doing everything he could to make Dream just say it. Dream had been stressing over how to tell her he liked her for a few weeks, constantly running ideas by George before telling him to forget it and coming up with new plans. He could see how important it was to Dream that he did it right. They just needed to figure out what “right” was.

“Fine, but I’m just saying if you told her already, you wouldn’t have to be so worried about this.”

“Should I be? You make it sound like me panicking is justified! WHAT ARE THEY DOING?”

“Stop being so dramatic!” George laughed. “She isn’t going to forget about you and if he proposes to her, we can just ask to join the call and we’ll all yell at Quackity for you, okay?”

“No, I wanna yell at Quackity.”

“Well, he said he’s not going to let you in the call so…”

“He did? When did he say that? Wait, why won’t he let me in?? What are they doing??”

George laughed at the franticness in Dream’s voice. “I’m not allowed to say.”

“George!”

“I can’t!” he said as he threw his hands into the air. “I literally can’t!”

“Oh come on, you’ve never kept a secret in your life but now you decide to?”

George shook his head. If only Dream knew how many secrets he was actually keeping, it would be obvious just how good George was at not spilling things.

“George, just tell me what they’re doing,” Dream begged, his voice now somber and genuinely worried instead of frantic. “Please.”

“I can’t, Dream. I’m sorry. But really, it’s going to be okay.” Hating the seriousness of the conversation and the oddly soft tone of his voice, George changed the subject. “Oh, look at that, Karl wants to join the call. I’ll add him,” he said quickly, knowing Dream wasn’t going to say anything about how much he liked Bugsy around her best friend. In Dream’s eyes, Karl was unaware of his feelings for Bugsy, and George assumed he wanted to keep it that way.

“Wait, George before you—” Dream started softly but was cut off by the sound of someone joining the call.

“Hey, Karl!” George greeted obliviously.

“Hi! Neither of you are streaming or recording or anything, right?” Karl asked.

“No,” Dream answered bluntly.

“We’re just waiting for Quackity to start his stream and we’re gonna watch together.”

“Oh, yeah!” Karl cackled. “You really wanna see it, Dream? Even though Quackity will probably hit on Bugsy?”

“Yeah, why should I care?” he faked disinterest, even though everyone in the call knew he would definitely care if that happened. “It probably will be funny, to be fair. And since Bug will be too busy to talk to me, I guess I can still, you know, hear her voice…” he trailed off to an almost inaudible volume and George smiled, deciding not to tease the younger boy for the sweet sentiment.

“I'll watch it with you,” Karl said. “We can all make fun of them together.”

George noted the long pause of silence before Dream softly asked, “Do you know what they’re doing, Karl?”

“Yup!”

“W-what is it?”

“Mmm, can’t say! Sorry!” Karl chirped in fake obliviousness. “Why do you want to know?”

George rolled his eyes; he knew what Karl was doing, pretending like he didn’t already know Dream would be jealous in hopes that Dream would spill to him. It’s like he and Quackity enjoyed causing Dream pain, pushing him to the edge in situations where he couldn’t vent his feelings, forcing him to keep it inside and build it up in an overwhelming pile of emotions.

“Just… curious,” Dream lied.

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” Karl said nonchalantly. “I’m gonna be honest though, George, can I just say, I’m a little annoyed with them.”

George laughed. “Really, why?”

Karl hummed, choosing his words carefully. “It might mess things up,” he said softly.

“Yeah, I’m starting to see what you mean by that,” George admitted vaguely. In the few minutes he had been talking to Dream, he could already tell it wasn’t going to go over well with the blond boy.

“Can you guys just… tell me what they’re doing?” Dream tried again, the desperation spilling out of him. “Why is it a big deal? What would it mess up?”

Karl giggled again. “Bugsy and Quackity like keeping their fans on their toes, you know? As Bugsy’s number one fan it would be the worst to tell you.”

“Well, I’m also Quackity’s number one anti right now so it cancels out,” Dream reasoned. “So you can tell me.”

“Aw, he admitted he’s her number one fan!” Karl teased.

Dream groaned when he realized he wouldn’t get anywhere by repeatedly asking the same question. In other words, he gave up. “When are they supposed to start?”

“Um, soon I think?” George answered vaguely as he opened Twitch on his other monitor. “He’s not live yet but he Tweeted earlier that it would be around now.”

There were a few moments of silence before Karl spoke up. “So, how have you guys been today?”

“Mm, pretty good,” George admitted, scrolling through Twitter on his phone and pretending to not hear Dream’s pitiful sighs. “Kinda slow, but not bad. What about you?”

“Good, actually. Bugsy, Naomi, and I went out for lunch earlier which was fun. Speaking of…” Karl giggled. “Naomi? And you? What’s up?”

George felt himself turn red at the mention of their relationship, whatever it was. “Why don’t you ask her?”

“I have,” he admitted happily. “I just want to make sure your stories line up.”

“Karl! No, that’s-that’s… I’m not telling you anything now.”

“George doesn’t talk about feelings, Karl. He’s not going to tell you. I know his side of the story though,” Dream said. “He’s told me.”

“What did he say?”

“I could tell you,” Dream bargained, attempting to get the information he wanted in any way possible, “if you tell me what Quackity and Bug are streaming.”

Karl cackled. “Woah, woah, woah, Dream. I don’t need to know that bad. Dang, you’re really impatient!”

“Yes, okay!” Dream snapped, annoyance in his voice. “Sue me for wanting to know what super top-secret thing that the girl I really like and the boy who constantly publicly flirts with her are doing! Because it’s obviously not just a cooking stream or roblox or else you guys wouldn’t act like the FBI put you in charge of keeping it from me. And don’t give me that garbage and ask why I assume it’s something flirty just because it’s being kept from me. I know that all of you are aware of how much I like her so Quackity is definitely doing it on purpose. Literally everyone except maybe Y/n knows I like her, I know that. So yes I want to know and yes I’m worried about what the fucking stream is.”

George and Karl were silent for a few moments, processing his rant. Maybe Karl was right, maybe it was stupid of Y/n to try to make him jealous this way. Sure, jealous Dream was entertaining, but when was it too far? Would Dream think them reading fanfiction together was funny at all or just purely exasperating? George started to think the latter was more likely.

“Shit,” Karl mumbled. “Dream—”

“Dream, I promise there’s nothing to actually be worried about,” George tried reassuring.

“Yeah, you’ll probably get jealous and it’s very understandable if you do but… Quackity’s just messing around,” Karl added.

Dream took a deep breath and almost on cue, George got a notification from Twitter that Quackity had tweeted.

“He’s live,” Karl announced softly and they waited to hear Dream’s reaction once he saw the title.

It came softly, a voice of disbelief ringing through George’s headphones. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Hey, you’re already trending for your joke, that should make you happy,” Karl offered and Dream knocked something over on his desk.

“Shit,” he mumbled through the mic. “Shit, shit, shit. I spilled my—shit.” A few seconds passed and George took the silence to share his screen with the others so they could watch the video together. “No, Karl, that doesn’t make me feel better. It’s not really a joke. I mean, I’ll play it off as one but… wait, don’t share your screen,” he told George. “I don’t want to watch this shit.”

“You said you did.”

“That was when I didn’t know what it was,” he replied as if it was obvious. “I don’t want to watch them read fanfiction together.”

“He doesn’t actually like her,” Karl reminded gently.

“I don’t care, it’s still embarrassing for me! It’s just a fat reminder that she doesn’t like me back and that she’s not my girlfriend.”

George wanted to slam his head against a wall. He opted for his desk instead, his forehead coming in contact with the wood with a loud THUD. It was so hard to keep his mouth shut and not just tell him about Y/n’s feelings.

“It’s, like, Quackity is rubbing it in my face that she doesn’t like me. What an asshole.”

“That’s not what he’s trying to do,” Karl said. His voice sounded as in pain as George felt. Which one of them was going to break first and tell Dream?

He didn’t know how to use words that weren’t ‘Bugsy likes you, dipshit’, so he tried something else. “It might still be funny—”

Dream wasn't laughing. Nothing about this was funny to him. “George.” Frustration was evident in his sharp tone.

“I don't get what the big deal is—”

“They're-they’re reading fanfiction! It's just gonna be a bunch of, like, romantic stories about them and, what, I'm supposed to just watch?”

“You don't have to watch it if you don't want to. I'm sure Quackity won't mind losing one viewer—”

“George, I'm being serious.”

“Calm down,” he said gently. “It's just Quackity. We told you already, he doesn't like Bugsy like that.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m okay with this,” Dream mumbled.

George took a deep breath. He did understand how Dream was in an uncomfortable situation, and even if it wasn't a big deal to him, it was to Dream.

“Hey, Dream?” Karl started gently.

“What?” he spat. He sounded like he was seconds away from disconnecting and hiding in his bed or punching a wall or doing whatever it is Dream does when he’s upset.

Karl hesitated for way too long before saying, “We can do something else if you still want to hang out with us. I don’t want to force you to watch it if it really will upset you.”

Dream breathed deeply. “I’m being dramatic,” he admitted softly, reminding George of a little kid getting reprimanded by an adult. “We can… watch it, I guess.”

“You’re not being dramatic if that’s how you feel,” Karl reassured. When did he become a therapist? George sat back as he listened to them, biting his lips in order to not spill Y/n’s secret. “If it really does make you upset, then that’s that. You’re allowed to be jealous, I mean, I understand why you are. That was literally Quackity’s plan, we expected you to be.”

“I’m not allowed to be jealous, though,” Dream countered lightly. “She’s-she’s not my girlfriend. She’s allowed to do what she wants. I have no right feeling like… like…” he trailed off and sighed.

George raised his head to look at Dream’s Discord icon empathetically.

“I didn’t know you liked her this much,” Karl admitted. “I just thought… well, I don’t know what I thought.”

George agreed. They knew Dream was whipped for Bugsy and that watching a stream of Quackity and her read fanfiction together would piss him off a little, but this was different. He sounded utterly heartbroken.

“I really do,” Dream mumbled, his voice muffled by what George assumed was his hands on his face.

Internally screaming at himself to tell his best friend something that was guaranteed to make him feel better, George wrung his hands together. He looked at his second monitor, which still showed Quackity’s starting soon screen. “Dream?”

“What?”

“Tell her.”

“I can’t, it has to b—”

“It has to be perfect, I know,” George interrupted impatiently but gently. “Tell her soon.”

Dream’s next words came in a soft, embarrassed tone, no longer defensive and combative but rather nervous and contemplative. “What if she doesn’t believe me? Or she thinks I like her for the wrong reasons?”

“Do you mean because you haven’t seen her?” Karl asked sincerely. “Because of that idea her ex got stuck in her head?”

As if suddenly realizing he was in the presence of the person who knew Bugsy better than anyone, Dream’s voice perked up. “Karl,” he paused. “Can you promise me that you won’t tell her anything I tell you?”

“Yes,” Karl replied quickly. “I promise. I want to help you and if that means not telling her, I will.”

“You heard on Quackity’s stream that she and I were FaceTiming? Like, that I’ve seen her?”

“Yeah,” George and Karl replied together.

“I’m still bitter that I found that out from watching a stream instead of from my best friend,” Karl muttered, “but continue.”

George laughed through his nose at Karl’s comment before Dream explained his concern. “Since I didn’t tell Bug that I like her before I saw her, I’m worried she’ll think I only like her now because I know what she looks like. See my problem? If I told her before, she wouldn’t believe me but if I tell her now she might think it’s because of her looks.”

“Oh,” Karl said, his voice muffled behind his hand. “I see what you’re saying. Hm, that’s… I think... I could be wrong, but I’ve talked to Naomi and we both think she’s, like, realizing you don’t need to see someone to like them.”

“How do you figure?”

Karl hesitated. “Not important. But, I think it would be fine if you told her. I think you’ve proven that you like her for more than her looks and she’s blind if she couldn’t tell you liked her before.”

George nodded to himself. “Yeah, Naomi has mentioned that to me too. I think you guys are right. And yeah, Dream, you’ve clearly liked her before so she would understand.”

“What if it makes things weird between us?” Dream asked. “You know, telling her.”

“Trust us, it won’t make things weird.”

“How should I—”

Dream was interrupted abruptly by Quackity unmuting his stream and yelling, “CHAT! HOW ARE WE TODAY?” and laughing loudly.

George flinched at the sudden change in mood. Just as he and Karl were calming Dream down, Quackity went and made the air tense again. George could feel Dream’s anxiety slowly growing.

“Again, we don’t have to watch,” Karl offered but Dream made a noise in protest.

“Let’s watch.”

The atmosphere was tense to say the least, occasional comments trying to lighten the mood about Quackity or Bugsy being funny or stupid, but overall the voice call was quiet. George had no idea what to say to Dream and he could tell Karl didn’t either. Having the chat open wasn’t helping either.

user43: GEORGE IS HERE HE’S GONNA SNITCH TO DREAM libbbyyyyyyyyy: george george george he’s watching venus: bugsy simps getting FED today user13: wattpad writers watch out ItsRainingPastels: this is so funny!! Bugity interactions are amazing Chrimsss: foxtrot???? user71: READ. FOXTROT. cantaloupe: ajsdkfhj please the look on his face when bugsy said “that could be us” user92: FOXTROT NEXT FOXTROT NEXT user48: i'm surprised dream hasn't barged into chat or their call to yell at quackity yet noraimp: i’ve been saying bugity supremacy all along and no one believed me until now hungoverhellhound: stop saying foxtrot i WILL CRY user11: SUCK IT DREAM, BUGSY AND QUACKITY ARE BETTER FOR EACH OTHER bexwastaken: i miss dream :(

George took the liberty of closing the chat so Dream didn’t have to see it.

“Thanks,” he mumbled softly. Apparently that was a good choice on George’s part.

“Chat just gets in the way,” he excused, trying to place the decision on his own reasons rather than embarrass Dream by acknowledging that he knew seeing all the comments was bothering the younger

“This story is actually kinda funny,” Dream admitted. “Well, it’s super cringey but… it’s funny that Bug thinks it’s funny.”

Karl made a small whine in adoration. “That’s so cute.”

“Shut up,” Dream mumbled. “Or I won’t tell you anything ever again.”

“Were you going to?”

“Yeah, maybe, I guess,” Dream said. “If that’s okay with you. You know her better than anyone and… I obviously need advice or nothing is going to happen.”

“Dream,” Karl started formally, “I’d be honored to give you the best Bugsy advice I can offer. And to hear you say cute things like that about her because it’s adorable. I’m sure ranting about how cute she is to George is like talking to a brick wall.”

Dream hummed, a small laugh escaping him. “Yeah, that’s pretty accurate, actually. He’s not very responsive. He doesn’t get it.”

“I’m sure she’s pretty and all, I’m just not good at talking about people’s feelings,” George defended.

George tuned back into the stream as Quackity and Bugsy laughed loudly. “Oh my gosh, holy shit that was wild,” Quackity exclaimed.

“Yeah, what the heck? That was so funny,” Bugsy admitted, still laughing lightly.  

“Okay, okay, one down. Guys, stop spamming Foxtrot in my chat, what is that? Is that a fic? I said I already picked everything out, don’t suggest things.” Quackity looked at his phone and laughed. “Wait, I did pick that one out, actually.”

George assumed the chat was going wild and his curiosity got the best of him so he opened it.

user66: READ CHAPTER 10 hungoverhellhound: NOOO NO DON’T READ IT PLEASE I CAN’T HANDLE THIS TODAY venus: this isn’t going to go well libbbyyyyyyyyy: laksjdhjkh try not to fall in love with each other after this one ItsRainingPastels: ive heard things about this fic… everyone cries cantaloupe: YES YES noraimp: are they reading foxtr…. oh no user52: SKIP TO CHAP 10 bexwastaken: dream come get your girl smh Chrimsss: we’re about to watch bugity become real because of this fic user10: it starts slow, do chap 10 or 16!!!! user88: quack isnt in it until later lol

“They said it starts really slow though? I’m not in it until chapter 3?” Quackity scoffed. “Fine, we’ll skip ahead.”

“People are saying ‘Chapter 10’ so that one must be good?” Bugsy suggested and Quackity complied.

George closed the chat again when he registered Dream’s silence and apologized under his breath.

“Try not to fall in love because of this fic?” Quackity read. “Can’t happen because we already are in love, chat.”

Dream scoffed, mirroring Bugsy’s reaction. “In your dreams, duck boy.”

“You are, actually,” Quackity teased.

“Shut the fuck up, Quackity,” Dream grumbled to no one, and George couldn’t help but laugh a little at that.

Foxtrot — the fanfiction the chat was raving about — was really good. At least the chapter they read on the stream was. It was so well written and soft and George hadn’t heard Dream speak in a good 15 minutes. George didn’t dare look at chat after they finished reading that one, opening his phone to text Quackity instead.

“Hold on, one second, chat,” Quackity said, faking a British accent as he looked at his phone. “One second, chat.”

George looked up and saw Quackity smiling at his phone as he set it on his desk and returned to the stream. “Okay!”

George set his phone on his own desk before hearing Bugsy laugh. “Dream just texted me.”

“What did he say?” Quackity asked nervously.

“He’s…” she trailed off and laughed. “He wants to know if I’m leaving him for you. He said, ‘I understand if you have feelings for him after that’. Oh my gosh.” She giggled and George heard Dream laugh through his nose.

“Dream,” Karl laughed. “Why?”

“Do you realize how suspicious it would be if I didn’t make some sort of appearance during the stream after all the things I’ve said on Twitter and stuff? I had to joke around for the chat.”

“Fair…” George said.

“Is he watching?” Quackity asked Bugsy as if George hadn’t just told him they were. “Dream, go away. We aren’t letting you in VC. Just accept the truth,” he laughed loudly.

George shook his head to himself as he realized how much this wasn’t a joke just to mess with the fans. If it was, Quackity would have let Dream into their call so everyone could witness Dream be jealous but instead, he was almost banishing Dream to be jealous in private. The fans not seeing how Dream was actually feeling made it more real somehow. Quackity really wanted Dream and Bugsy to own up to their feelings.

“I want to strangle him,” Dream confessed jokingly. “At this point, I don’t even want to be in their call because I don’t have the energy to play up being sad. I’m just really sad.”

“I told him to stop reading actual cute ones, so it should be fine now,” George announced. “That last one was too much.”

“You’re telling me.”

“Quackity, I’m not falling in love with you,” Bugsy stood her ground with a laugh. “Not happening, bud.”

“We’ll just have to read more until you do,” Quackity cackled and George heard Dream huff.

The stream didn’t last too much longer, Quackity apparently not wanting to take the joke too far even though he already had.

“Thank god that’s over,” Dream mumbled as George unshared his screen and closed Twitch.

“It wasn’t too bad, right?” Karl asked slowly.

Dream hummed. “It was pretty bad, Karl.”

“Yeah, I know,” he sighed.

“But now it’s over and you can go back to talking to Bugsy and have her full attention,” George said positively.

“How am I supposed to talk to her after that?”

“Like normal?”

“What if she brings it up?”

“Then you say, ‘Bugsy, I don’t want to talk about this because I like you’,” Karl suggested. “Simple.”

“Okay, you are no help. No longer coming to you for advice.”

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding. Just… tell her it was funny but don’t elaborate. She’s good at picking up on when people are uncomfortable, she’ll drop it.”

“Or tell her you like her,” George agreed and Karl laughed as Dream groaned.

“No. Not yet.”

“Not yet,” George mimed. “But soon.”

Dream took another deep breath. “Soon.”

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Treatment Chapter 2

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

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.