How To Adjust To Married Life
Harvey x gn!Farmer
My brain has been fighting with me to write something for Harvey. Man has absolutely consumed my mind and unfortunately I do not have the brain for writing right now. But I HAD to. Or else I'd like explode or something idk
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Word Count: 763
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Harvey still couldn’t wrap his head around it. It seemed surreal to wake up everyday at the farmer’s side - at his partner’s side. To make them breakfast and dinner, and kiss them slow and soft. To feel their touch on his stomach and sides, tangling in his hair, drawing him closer and closer. All of it. How was it all reserved for him?
When they’d shown up to the clinic one day with a piping hot coffee for him, he brushed it off. One gift from someone who seemed to take great pleasure in pleasing everyone about town; nothing to overthink there.
But then it kept happening.
Coffee and pickles, twice every week like clockwork. They’d show up carrying something he enjoyed (even just a flower from the ground), set it on the counter with a smile and some small talk, and head off. If Maru was there, they’d hand her something she could use in her tinkering, and she never stopped them from heading in the back to pass on their goods if he was busy prepping the exam room.
He wasn’t exactly sure how long before he began to expect the visits, the gifts, the small talk. Maybe a few weeks, maybe a full season. Nor how long before the small talk drifted into light chatter about their interests and the goings-on of their lives. Or how much longer still before seeing them made his heart leap into his throat. Before he didn’t feel embarrassed to gush to them about getting in contact with a plane that flew overhead a few days ago.
Really he shouldn’t have been so surprised when they sought him out on one of his walks and produced a bouquet from behind their back. Or when they found him under the tree by the river, and held out a gleaming blue shell on a string. But he was.
He wasn’t blind to the obvious; he’d resigned himself to being a forever-bachelor long ago, perhaps even before he moved into town. There seemed to be a mountain of things against him. His age, for one. And being the town’s only doctor left some breaches of patient-doctor relationships. But he couldn’t deny how relieved he was that day, when he slipped the pendant over his head and they pulled him in for a kiss. The overwhelming, full-body realization that he wasn’t relegated to being a bachelor forever.
It still struck him sometimes, just how much he never expected it to happen. When he woke up in the morning to a warm body pressed against his. When he woke up late to a hot pot of coffee and his mug right by it. When he’d close up the clinic and realize he locked himself inside, as though he’d be sleeping upstairs in his apartment.
He never anticipated ever waking up to someone like that. Or having their care continue to persist after they’ve seemed to get everything they wanted out of him. Or being so ready to sleep alone, above his workplace, with a pitiful microwave dinner.
And they were… amazing. The first time he ordered a model plane to their house, he’d been wracked with a terrible nervous energy. The farmer had brought it in from the mailbox, wondering what he ordered as they set it on the table. He’d flushed and stammered about the plane, promising to keep it in his little sideroom. It was a hobby for the weird kids who sat out of playing games during recess. He really should have just sent it to his apartment and-
And then they grabbed his face. With the warmest smile he’d seen since their wedding. They didn’t have much to do on the farm that day, so they said if he’d let them, they’d love to help make it with him.
And all at once he felt silly for ever worrying about it.
He’d chuckled like all the air had been punched out of his lungs, and he offered to help them with their work, so they could get to making it even faster. He never imagined helping someone milk cows and water crops could feel so fulfilling.
The plane sat proudly on his table with the radio. Every rainy day when he checked in for a call, all the weather details ready to recite to the pilot, he looked over at it. Sure, the paint was a bit uneven and inaccurate. And the wing was glued down a little crooked. But it was perfect. The best damn plane he’d ever seen.
He couldn’t wait to order another.
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If Aegon ii Targaryen Was A Sub
I forgot I said I was gonna post this weeks ago so here it is. Also before we begin, I feel like I gotta say that I DO NOT condone some of the shit he did in the show. This is not that type of party. I just think he has pathetic looking eyes and I’m known to make men subs. Let’s all just be horny in peace
Obviously MDNI
A very needy whiny whore
Needs attention and validation constantly
Will actually start buggin’ if you're giving someone else attention
And when I say “needy” I really mean that shit
He's constantly tryna convince you to sneak away with him for a quickie. And if you're alone together? He definitely wants to fuck
He's extremely needy and badly wants approval and appreciation but he's also such a fucking brat
This man is a spoiled ass Prince. Are we surprised?
He's bratty in the sense that he likes pushing buttons but also in the sense that he just sometimes doesn't feel like listening to you
Behavior that you'll have to make sure to correct
Now when I mention anal you may wanna say “oh but I have female anatomy”. To that, I say “pegging”
Now you may wanna say “strapons don't exist in this universe” and to that I say “they have literal DRAGONS. Use your imagination and pretend they've been invented”
Now let's continue
Idk why I feel this way but I can see him enjoying sex from behind. Especially while getting his hair pulled
Also has a thing for titty sucking
Sucks on you while you ride him
Or if he's bored
Kinks and/or fetishes I can see him having are anal, barebacking, biting, breath play, dacryphilia, face fucking, free use, fingering (possibly fisting too), impact play, loud sex, name calling (whatever you wanna go by), orgasm control, orgies, praise, rough sex, and probably some other shit
I just feel like he can easily be talked into anything. As long as he's getting pleased
Enjoys the risk of possibly getting caught
Turns him on even more if he's the one getting fucked
Possibly getting caught fucking you is one thing but possibly getting caught getting treated like a whore? He'll cum from the thought alone
Loves being told how slutty he looks
If you can fill his ass with cum, do it!
Also enjoys being eaten out
He'll reach around to grab your hair and push his ass against you so your tongue goes deeper
I can see him having a bit of toxic masculinity so you calling his ass a “pussy” or “cunt” will irritate him
But in the same breath it makes him extremely hard
His eyes are expressive so it's easy to tell when he's horny
I don't see him denying it either
Despises dry humping so it's a good punishment
He's just way too impatient for it
Other punishments for him could be orgasm denial, edging or refusing to touch him at all. Not just sexually. Like, refusing to kiss him
Or telling him he can't pleasure himself could be a punishment
Cock warming probably isn't his favorite either. Like I said, he's impatient. He immediately wants to fuck
Has a fantasy of being fucked at a pleasure house while other people watch
Also has a fantasy of having his mouth full of cum and it leaking out while he's being fucked
Someone remind me to write these out
I know I've said a bath for aftercare with other characters but like,,, who doesn't love a good bath?
Quick afterthoughts
He's definitely vocal. I just don't see him being quiet
Doesn't mind getting woken up with sex
Cannot fully express how much he loves dirty talk
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