really thinking about how Janeway becomes so obsessive and insistent about proving that Seven can be human and should become an individual because the same time Seven comes onboard, Janeway is rapidly losing her individuality because she has to be Captain and can't afford to be an individual anymore. she thinks that individuality and humanity is the ultimate goal because she constantly feels like she's on the precipice of losing her humanity.
(compared with her mentorship of Harry and putting expectations and pressure on him because she sees herself in Harry and she expects him to make the same sacrifice of self when necessary because that's what the Noble Starfleet Officer should do.)
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For the first time in a very long time, a digital horror has made me genuinely uncomfortable.
This is the boiled one. I hate him so much. But Doctor Nowhere is a phenomenal horror artist and I suggest you check them out!!
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thinking about yan Harper stuffing you with eggs to keep you in the asylum (and closer to him) and doing regular checkups on your progress
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AMAB Harper <3 | AFAB GN PC
It's been 10 weeks of isolation. No other doctors have seen you. You eat meals alone in your room. On days when Harper can't see you, you get a little restless. He's your only contact after all.
The meals he gives to you are measured out. Everything is very orderly including the shots and meds he gives you. You don't even know why you're here really something about stress? You're not sure it's been too long and it's not like Harper talks to you about it.
Instead, he likes to chat with you. He asks about your day and no matter how miserable your answers he nods along and smiles and gives you compliments and tells you sweet things. It's like talking to a very affectionate wall. His touch is warm even though gloved hands and he's always gentle, even during the first couple of weeks when you resisted so much.
But today is different. Harper holds some equipment this time. Something a bit more complicated than a needle and a bottle of pills. He sets up the items on the table beside you as he begins his usual drabble. "How are you" "How are you feeling?" "Any side effects?"
You know he's not paying attention to gage answers so you just respond with basic answers that he won't be adverse to. Like a practiced dance that means nothing.
It's all a bit different though when he places down a jar. It's sterile with a little label on it. Inside sit six golf ball-sized orbs tinted pinkish. They seem to squirm with their weight suspended in the jar's liquid.
"....what's that?" You ask. They make you uncomfortable a bit as Harper seems to snap out of his haze and focus on you again.
"These are eggs- they're interesting, right? They're going to be a part of your treatment today-" Harper smiles wide his fingers tracing the outline of the jar before he prepares another needle with the dreaded pink liquid. You are eager to stall.
".... like to eat?" You ask again and harpers hands seze a bit putting the needle down. He forces a laugh but he's a bit disturbed
"No- not to eat. You're going to incubate them- you're going to be their parent-"
Now it's your turn to be disturbed. You move away from Harper and the little jar of eggs quickly not wanting to be any closer to them but Harper grabs your leg pulling you back. You don't even see the needle until it's sticking out of your thigh you only have a few moments of clarity before the haze sets in.
He pulls you back over carefully lifting your paintent gown and showing off your lower half. You've been in this position before as Harper spreads your legs and starts to toy with you.
The slick cactus his fingers dripping onto the sheets under you. You know this feeling is only because of the needle Harper has shoved in your veins but it still feels good as his gloved hands play with you. Spreading you open. You sigh and shutter when Harper removes his hands from you.
You stare up at the ceiling still placid a little smile on your face as you look up and enjoy yourself. Your doctor knows how to take care of you...
That is until something presses against your entrance. It's cold silly and it makes you squirm. Harper seems happy when it finally pops in. Your body shutters with arousal this time and it doesn't feel as pure or nice as when it was just Harper.
You squirm to get away when you feel another one being pressed up against you but Harper holds your hips down and when it pops in this time he coos and praises you for doing a good job... you like it when you do a good job... you like being good for Harper. So you relax again. A third gets inserted into you. You can feel the little lineup of eggs in your body. You're full now. but Harper presses the fourth up against you anyway. This time it hurts. Until you feel it press in. One of the eggs is deeper inside of you than it should be. And Harper seems proud as he rubs your stomach a bit.
This process continues until he's shoved every one of the eggs into your body. And then deeper until they all rest in your womb. Every time it seemed like you were getting a little too excited he'd take a break. Making sure you calmed down before he continued. When he finished Your stomach felt heavy. A little bloated even but Harper doesn't seem to mind as he rubs his hands through the slick substance around your hole and thighs. He thinks you look perfect and he's practically drooling as he undoes his belt and presses his clean dick up between your thighs to coat it in the slimy substance.
It's not long before he's inside you rutting against your body holding you down as he pants over you.
"You're the perfect little test subject-" Harper pants out. You can only mewl as He holds your body closer to his.
You can't help it this time when you get close. Harper isn't stopping either so when you cum around his cock you finally find some relief. Even with the heavy eggs inside you seem to squirm a bit.
It's not long before Harper presses your hips to his and he climaxes as well holding you there. He's panting his glasses askew as he looks down at you. His professional facade is gone and all that's left is a madman.
Harper pulls away from you trying to compose himself. As best he can. The haze still clouds your mind as he packs up his equipment and the now empty jar.
"Same time tomorrow-" he insists before he heads to the door "Be well."
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