Bloodmoney Oneshots

by CinnamonBunsssss

Summary:

A book of oneshots for the character Harvey from the games Bloodmoney and Human Expenditure Program.

If you have any requests, feel free to leave them on the request page! Please note that some content may be for mature audiences only.

Tags listed will be for the entire book, but each chapter/oneshot will have their individual tags/warnings listed at the beginning.

Requests are currently: CLOSED

Chapter 1: Request Page

As the title says, this is a page where you are open to leave requests! I ask that you only leave your requests on this page, as it's easier for me to find and keeps them organized in one spot.

Requests are open, however, I am writing for multiple books at a time, so be patient as they may take a while.

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Requests are currently: CLOSED

What I'll write:

୨♡୧ Fluff
୨♡୧ Angst
୨♡୧ Steamy
୨♡୧ Smut
୨♡୧ Gore/violence
୨♡୧ Other, just ask

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If you're unsure about anything you want included in your requests, feel free to ask about it!

Chapter 2: Strange Booth

Notes:

Been struggling to find motivation to write for a bit – also been busy with other stuff – and then I watched Jack and Mark play this silly little game with this silly little man, and I suddenly wanted to write something for him.

Idk if anyone will read this, but whatever. Not sure if I'll do a request page for him, I'm still debating it. I guess if enough people read this, I might.

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Type: Fluff

Warnings: None

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A long sigh escaped the (H/c)-haired woman, before her head tilted forward to rest on top of the steering wheel in her car. She wasn't entirely sure where she was at the moment, only knew that she had started driving to keep her mind off things and ended up farther than she had anticipated—not that she cared much about that fact.

She tapped her forehead against the wheel a couple of times, as if the light bonks would somehow help rid of the worrying thoughts that clouded her mind. Not long ago she had left her last class, and it was one of those days where she felt like everything was spiraling out of control. The classes and the amount of work piling up, her lack of success with finding a part-time job, and of course the cherry on top of her miserable cake: the unfathomable debt weighing down on the tired shoulders of a broke college student.

All she wanted was a moment of peace, some isolation to avoid thinking about the future that would no doubt be overwhelming in more ways than one. Unfortunately, her evening drive didn't help much, nor was the music that was still actively blasting from her radio. With a huff she turned it off, her hands raising up to rub up and down her face a couple of times as she tried to focus on her surroundings for a second.

There wasn't much, besides a bunch of winding hills and a dirt road that continued its path onwards after she had pulled off to the side. She pursed her lips, averting her gaze from the front window to her side window, only for her to pause, her previous nerves melting away into confusion.

Not far from where she had parked, there was a small booth near the side of the road, along with a man sitting behind it. She must've been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't even noticed that detail when driving by.

It was odd, to say the least. Why was some man setting up a booth in the middle of nowhere? That entire scene practically screamed horror movie where the person gets kidnapped and killed—well, aside from how soft and colorful it all was. Still, it didn't matter how vibrant and welcoming it looked, a person on there own, where no one could see them, was always bad news.

And yet... she found herself being intrigued by the display. Would she regret this? Possibly, but it would serve as a good distraction from those pestering thoughts that continously gnawed at her. Plus, worse comes to worst and she gets killed, at least she won't have anymore debt to pay off. That counts as a win in her book.

With a sigh, (Y/n) forced herself out of the comfort of her car. The door shut behind her as she locked it with a soft click, shoving her keys into her bag while her feet already began to move against the grass. As she approached, she found her curiosity rising more and more, even more so when she was close enough to make out the mysterious man's features.

He was an interesting character appearance wise, with his blue pastel suit and pink swirl of hair—his entire aesthetic reminded her of cotton candy or bubblegum. The booth he was sat at matched that soft color scheme, with the sign above saying '1 Click = 1 Dollar'. She rose an eyebrow at that.

What was that supposed to mean? And why would he be giving away money? Weren't these types of booths meant for selling some kind of product or service? Too many questions, ones she now found she needed answers to as they replaced that constant nagging at the back of her mind for once.

There must've not been many people that showed up to his booth, seeing as it was already evening and he looked bored beyond belief. The pink-haired man was slumped in a chair, his elbow resting against the surface of the booth in order to prop his face up, while he mindlessly drew random patterns across the wood with his other hand. Those eyes – which she noticed were a striking baby blue with an interesting pattern in them – followed the movements lazily, seemingly unaware of her presence even as she came to a halt in front of him.

(Y/n) blinked, watching him for a couple of seconds before clearing her throat awkwardly to gain his attention. The man's gaze snapped up towards her, and she was almost blinded by the way he Immediately perked up after seeing her, resembling a beaming ray of sun as he shot up into a standing postion.

"Oh, hey there! My apologies, I didn't see you." He greeted her with a sheepish look, yet it was quickly replaced by enthusiasm as he gave her a grin. "My name is Harvey Harvington, and welcome to my booth!" He gestured to said booth while he spoke, sounding more than proud during his introduction.

Her demeanor was a polar opposite, regarding the strange man with a skeptical stare. "Nice to meet you... I'm (Y/n)." She reluctantly responded after a beat, her gaze shifting away from him and up towards the sign. "So uh, what exactly is this supposed to be?" She cut straight to the question that had been burning in her brain, curiosity getting the best of her. He seemed relatively harmless so far, so she wasn't as worried about her previous assumption about him having nefarious intentions with this setup.

If possible, Harvey brightened up more, ecstatic to finally talk with someone. "It's my booth! Each time you click me, I give you a dollar." His reply made no logical sense, yet his entire demeanor thus far was equal to that of an eager puppy, to the point where she couldn't detect a single lie in his soothing voice.

Nonetheless, she wasn't taking the bait that easily. "That's it? You're just giving people free money?" She asked for clarification, the nod she received from him unsatisfactory to her doubtful mind. "What's the catch?"

The pink-haired man tilted his head as his smile remained unwavering. "There is no catch! It's exactly what it sounds like, I promise." He reassured her, before a hint of amusement took over his facial features at her continued hesitation. "What? Is it so unusual to find a good samaritan looking to help people?"

At his playful tone, she managed a huff of a laugh. At least he seemed to acknowledge how strange this encounter was and why she was skeptical about it.

"Yes, it is." Her remark was met with a faux offended look, to which she found a smile unknowingly creeping onto her lips. "But I'll bite. I have to, uh..?" She trailed off, recalling his wording for it but unsure as to how that applied in this scenario.

"Click me!" He quickly filled in the gap for her, his grin returning as he leaned closer towards her over the booth. "Each time you do, this little counter will go up." His blue eyes darted to the side, causing her to follow as a small device sitting near the edge of the surface caught her attention.

However, that wasn't the part she didn't understand. "I'm sorry, not following on what you mean by, uh, click." She said the last word with emphasis, making her confusion known to the clueless man before her.

"Touch, tap, poke! Whichever word you'd prefer." Harvey listed off the different terms with a shrug, his arms folding in front of him on top of the booth as he leant against it.

(Y/n) shifted under his stare, her uncertainty lingering due to the bizarre nature of this situation. "So... I poke you, and you give me money?" The words left her lips slowly, like she was trying to confirm it to herself as well and not just the pastel man in front of her.

"That's right!" Harvey chirped, sounding entirely too pleased with himself about the concept. Then, after a second of observing her doubtful countenance, his gaze softened in understanding. "Here. Give me your hand, please."

Without thinking she did so, watching anxiously as he carefully took ahold of her wrist. Each movement was slow and gentle, as if she was a wild animal he was afraid of spooking. He lifted her hand upwards and forwards, until the tips of her fingers brushed against the material of his jacket over his opposite shoulder. As soon as he had done so, a pitched ding sounded in the air.

Her (E/c) eyes darted to that counter he had mentioned, only to notice it now held a number one instead of a zero. She blinked a couple of times in disbelief – how did it even detect that – before her attention landed back on the source of her bewilderment. He hadn't moved an inch, nor had his gaze, remaining on her the entire time with that same pleasant smile, which now held some humor from her reaction.

Ever so gently he moved her hand back and placed it on the booth. "See! Nothing else to it." After that he left his hand resting near her own on the surface—a silent offering, one that she was free to ignore or pursue without any pressure.

Slowly she rested her hand on top of his, her eyes flickering to the counter as she began to lightly tap her fingers along his knuckles. Sure enough, the counter began to tick upwards before her eyes, and she found any traces of skepticism vanishing into fascination as she realized this was real.

She didn't want to think about her debt at the moment, but she'd be lying if a sliver of her didn't feel relief at this temporary source of income. Plus, so far Harvey had been a charming sweetheart, so she had no reason to doubt as to whether she'd get the money or not.

She supposed she'd see how far this would go.

(Y/n) turned back to Harvey, who visibly perked up at the sight of her own excitement. "Is there a limit?" She mindlessly asked him, continuing to drum her fingers along the back of his hand since it made the counter go up quicker.

"Nope! You can click to your heart's content." He answered, somehow appearing more eager than when she first greeted him. Maybe he wanted her to stick around—his booth was in the middle of nowhere and he likely didn't get many customers, if you could call them that.

Deciding to keep their little conversation going – it at least made the gentle tapping less awkward that way – she went to ask him about that. "Have you been sitting alone out here all day?"

Harvey let out a sigh, his smile faltering slightly as he watched her fingers tapping against his hand. "Yes. Not many people come out here, unfortunately. I spend most days at the booth on my own." His voice was quieter, and she felt a soft pang in her chest as she realized how lonely he must be.

However, his dejection was brief, that light from before returning the minute those light blue eyes flickered up to her face. "But, it must be my lucky day, now that I have your company." He grinned, a certain gleam in his gaze that had her face heating up under that type of stare.

She disregarded it, instead rolling her eyes and raising her eyebrows to match the playfulness of her upcoming remark. "Oh, yeah. Great company to talk to someone that's constantly poking at you. Not annoying at all." She emphasized her point by starting to poke wherever she could reach, earning her a chuckle from the man who did nothing to evade her.

After a minute of her jokingly poking him around and him pretending to try to avoid her little 'attacks', another ding sliced through the air, louder in volume than the usual counter. (Y/n) paused in her poking, staring expectantly at Harvey for an explanation.

He grinned at her inquisitive stare, already rushing to provide her with the information without a single word from her. "Oh hey, look! You reached one-hundred dollars. When that counter glows yellow, it means you can buy an item from the shop!" He explained while gesturing over to a medium sized box sitting beside the booth.

The (H/c)-haired woman leaned backwards a bit to see it, having completely missed the object since her arrival. "An item?" She parroted, puzzlement lacing her words as her eyes flickered to him in her peripheral.

He nodded, looking thrilled at the new addition to his fun little booth. "Yes! Each time you buy a new item, your clicks will be worth more." He explained sweetly, his finger unconsciously tapping her own after it had stopped. "Go check it out, darling."

Her cheeks flushed in the slightest, and she stole a peek at the box once more. Intrigue would've drawn her in, had it not been for the blare of her phone alarm in her bag. With a startle she pulled away from Harvey, hastily fumbling through her bag to find the device and shut it off—a reminder to head home to the endless pile of schoolwork she had yet to start on.

With a sigh, she dropped the phone inside her bag before turning towards Harvey, who was already looking at her with a questioning and slightly concerned expression. She was quick to wave it off, letting him know it was nothing serious.

"Sorry about that. Just an alarm to tell me to do the schoolwork that I keep putting off." She told him, shaking her head a bit as she stared off in the distance. Only then did she realize the setting sun over the horizon of the hills. "I guess I should head home and start on that. It's getting late, anyways."

Harvey followed her gaze before returning it to her, his enthusiasm beginning to deflate. "I guess you're right." He murmured, unable to hide the disappointment in his tone even as he busied himself with one of the locks on the drawers of his booth. "Well, it was nice meeting you, (Y/n). Here's your—"

"No, keep it!" She blurted that out without a second thought, causing him to halt in his tracks and stare at her wide-eyed. Heat rose to her cheeks in embarrassment and she quickly went to correct herself. "I mean, for now. I'll be back tomorrow."

The pink-haired man blinked at her a couple of times, slowly letting his hand fall away from the drawer as the key remained in hand. "You will?" He asked, a sliver of hope in his voice that she could easily detect.

She smiled softly at him, shrugging her shoulders a bit as she replied. "Yeah. I mean, it was weird at first, but I think you're fun to be around. Plus, I need money, sooo..." She trailed off with that humorous note, her playfulness seemingly enough to ease the man before her.

Harvey chuckled at what she said, his smile returning and blue eyes softening. "Right, the money." He murmured, pausing for a second as he stared at her. "I'll make sure to set up here again, then." He stated, likely in reference to her previous comment about his poor location choice.

She let out an amused breath at that, about to turn around and leave before she decided something. "Do you like coffee?" The question was abrupt, one that clearly caught him off guard as he stared at her in bewilderment.

Nonetheless, he was quick to provide an answer for her. "Yes, I do. Though, I prefer mine on the sweeter side."

(Y/n) grinned, clearly satisfied with that response. "I do, too. I'll bring you something tomorrow." It wasn't said as a question, left as a lingering statement as she began to turn on her heel to head back to her car.

His eyebrows rose in surprise, not expecting that to be the reasoning behind her random question. "Oh, you don't have to..." He didn't get very far with his denial, for she casted a glance over her shoulder that clearly indicated it wasn't up for debate. His expression relaxed, a fond glimmer in his gaze as he watched her turn around. "Thank you. I'll be looking forward to it, darling."

She had started to march onwards to her car, but did a quick swivel around to wave him goodbye. "Have a good night, Harvey! See you tomorrow!" She called out, a bright smile on her lips before she opened her car door and went inside, the vehicle soon starting up and heading down the road.

Harvey watched the vehicle until it was a small speck in the distance. His head rested against his hand as he watched, those blue eyes lidded and relaxed and accompanied by a content smile.

For once, he was looking forward to attending his booth the next day.

Notes:

Will likely write a part 2 that goes into the more gorey stuff of the game, cause I had fun writing this lol

Chapter 3: Blood Booth

Notes:

Part two, with the in game violence this time. There's descriptive gore, so if that makes you uncomfortable don't read (I'm gonna assume not though, if you watched/played the game and are reading this now lol)

Dw though, MC is there to help :)

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Strange Booth Pt. 2

Type: Gore/violence, hurt/comfort

Warnings: Graphic depictions of gore/violence

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(Y/n)'s leg bounced up and down, her heeled boot creating a quiet, rhythmic pattern on the wooden floorboards below. For the past few minutes her (E/c) eyes kept flickering back and forth between the clock on the wall and the professor at the front of the class, their lecture falling upon deaf ears. Her mind was elsewhere, impatiently awaiting the moment the clock reached nine so she could pack up her belongings and leave.

She'd forgotten she had a class early in the morning the next day, so sadly she couldn't head towards Harvey's booth immediately. She hoped he wouldn't mind her timing, seeing as she never specified when in the morning she'd be arriving. Plus, a sweet coffee along with some baked goods should definitely perk up his mood if that were the case—doubtful, considering he seemed to be a permanent ray of sunshine from what she had gathered from his personality so far.

After a few more minutes ticked by agonizingly slow – and over the scheduled time for the class to end, much to her annoyance – she finally heard the professor wrapping things up as students began to pack their stuff away. She didn't hesitate to follow suit, closing her laptop that had been sitting with a black screen nearly half the class and shoving it into her bag along with her phone. The professor was still droning on about some assignment they had, but it was tuned out by the (H/c)-haired woman as she practically ran down the rows of seats and towards the exit.

Thankfully, that was her only class for the entire day, so she didn't need to worry about anything else for now. She sprinted to her car in the parking lot of her college campus, unable to hide her excitement as she got in the vehicle and drove to the nearest local coffee shop.

After purchasing her goodies – two coffees with extra cream and sugar in each, along with a blueberry muffin, a breakfast sandwich and a strawberry puff pastry – she was off to the location Harvey's booth was at the last time. It was a bit of a long drive, and likely longer than usual since she struggled to remember exactly where it was, but eventually she managed to find that familiar dirt path amongst the winding, green hills.

The silhouette of a booth began to appear in the distance, causing her to perk up. That excitement didn't last for long, shifting to slight surprise and confusion when she noticed two figures at the stand the closer she got. Well, she supposed it was meant for anyone, she was merely shocked that someone else would stumble upon it since the location is more isolated.

At first she didn't think anything of it, aside from her mood souring in the slightest knowing she wouldn't be able to hang out with Harvey like she previously intended to. However, that petty emotion quickly withered away and the speed of her car began to slow as the scene ahead of her became clearer, her (E/c) eyes squinting at first to ensure she was seeing correctly.

Immediately her foot slammed on the break, her heart plummeting into the pit of her stomach as she could finally make out the details. A figure stood at the front of the booth, dressed in a dark hoodie and pants, while their hand raised an object that glinted above them. Harvey was in his usual place behind the booth, except there was no vibrancy left in him, replaced by horrific wounds and a terror that left him cowering.

Once she recognized the item in the person's hand, she felt like she was going to throw up. A knife, already stained with blood—Harvey's blood.

Adrenaline kicked in at that very moment, and she found herself moving without a second thought. The car door slammed open and she could hear the wind whistling in her ears, her heeled boots crunching against the dirt road as she ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Truthfully, she hadn't thought far ahead on how to confront the situation, but right now her mind was screaming at her to do something, anything—so she did, as stupid and reckless as it may be.

The hooded figure barely had time to glance over before she slammed her body into their side, sending them both to the floor as they let out a noise in surprise. (Y/n) huffed at the impact, but was quick to scramble to her knees, reaching for the knife that was knocked out of their grip while they were momentarily stunned.

Unfortunately, she wasn't quick enough and it was too far from her reach due to her position. The person quickly came back to their senses and scooped the weapon up from their side with ease. She barely had enough time to scramble backwards before they were swiping the sharp blade in front of her face, followed by a burning pain exploding in the area of her right cheek. A yelp escaped her as she recoiled further, fear sinking in and replacing whatever miniscule amount of courage she had mustered up to get the perpetrator away from Harvey.

She was expecting the worst, yet the person must've decided that another person witnessing their crimes was reason enough to flee. The knife fell to the ground as the figure sprinted down the road, seemingly uncaring to the damage they had done, all over some money—that of which they hadn't even bothered to try and get.

(Y/n) watched their figure dissappear into the distance, harsh pants escaping her lips while her entire body trembled from the risky encounter. She'd gotten so caught up in trying to take them down and then avoid getting sliced up, that the sound of another voice startled her, her head whipping to the source.

Harvey's bloody and disheveled form stood behind the booth, his hands pressed firmly on the surface to keep his balance as he leaned over to look at where she sat on the ground. Despite his condition, there was a mixture of concern and guilt in his gaze, which was locked on the area of her face that was beginning to throb. She felt a trickle of blood slither down from the fresh wound.

"You're... you're hurt. Your cheek." He mumbled, his words rigid and slow, as if each syllable physically hurt him while it rolled off his tongue. A cough left him right after, followed by a heaving, stuttered breath as he began to tremble, struggling to maintain his balance while using the booth as his main support.

(Y/n) blinked at his observation, incredulous as to how he could be worried about her at the moment. "I'm hurt? Look at you! O–oh my god..." She trailed off, nothing but horror on her face once she was able to take in the extent of the damage.

Harvey looked like something straight out of a horror movie. Parts of his blue suit were ripped, exposing even more of his injuries, such as the harsh bruising tainting his pale skin. That felt mild in comparison to his other injuries—various burn marks on his skin and clothes, even singeing parts of his soft, pink hair, along with so many cuts that she couldn't even tell where the source of the blood stains began. Worst of all was his face, where she could see nothing but crimson in his right, empty eye socket, along with a crude cut that dug into his cheek near the mouth, exposing some of the teeth inside from the gorey hole it created.

God, she might actually throw up, she felt so nauseous. How could somebody do this? All for the sake of money? What the fuck was wrong with people?

A thud sounded in front of her, snapping her out of her petrified state. Harvey was now slumped against the surface of the booth, what little strength he had left gone, leaving him to weakly shift and whimper against the wood.

(Y/n) sprang to her feet within an instant, rounding the booth so she could carefully grab ahold of the fragile man. When she went to touch his shoulder, Harvey flinched away, his breathing picking up in panic. The trauma was evident with the way his body shook and his limbs twitched, a subconscious response to get away from any form of physical touch that could indicate further infliction on his person.

The sight shattered her heart, her hand hovering uncertainly above him. "Hey, it's just me, okay? I'd never hurt you, Harvey." She uttered those words in a soothing manner, keeping her voice as quiet and soft as possible. "I need to move you to the chair. Can I do that?"

She patiently awaited his approval, not wanting to touch him again and risk frightening him further. After a second or two ticked by, she saw his head move lazily in a manner that she assumed was a nod, followed by a quivering hum to accompany it once he realized he couldn't move too well right now.

With his permission, she ever so gently grabbed his arm, slinging it over her shoulders so her could rest his body against hers as support. He groaned in response, every wound in his body flaring up at the movement. Yet nonetheless he leaned into her, his head resting haphazardly against hers. Carefully she went to guide him to the chair, ensuring she moved at a slow pace while she lead him to sit down, all while apologizing every time a whimper or whine left his lips from the pain.

Once he was in place, she gently cupped his face in her hands, cautious to avoid touching any sensitive spots. With his hazy attention now solely on her, she went to speak. "I have a first-aid kit in my car. I'm gonna go grab that, okay?" She remained soft-spoken, hoping her words would soothe the distressed man, even if a little.

Harvey could only nod, a faraway look in his gaze. The previous glimmer she saw yesterday had been snuffed out, turning those bright, baby blue eyes into a dull, murky grey-blue. It simultaneously brought a sting to the back of her eyes and a raging flame inside her chest—how could anyone see someone as sweet and considerate as Harvey and take advantage of him, it made her blood boil and heart ache.

She paused for a second, her thumb unknowingly tracing a patch on his cheek that was unharmed. Slowly his gaze refocused on her, to which she managed a small, strained smile. "My kit doesn't have much, but I'll make sure you're okay." It was a tough promise to make with the extent of his injuries, but she'd be damned if she didn't give all her effort into it.

Harvey stared at her a second longer, before his one good eye fluttered shut and he leaned into her touch with a sigh. "Thank you..." He murmured, shaky yet filled with immense gratitude. A tear managed to slip from his left eye, to which she quickly swiped it away with her thumb.

After that, he appeared to be more at ease with her presence, the apprehension from that traumatic encounter slowly fading away into trust. It was nice to see him relaxed, knowing that he was in good hands and didn't have to deal with that terror any longer. It wasn't much in the grand scheme, but it was something—baby steps.

Hesitantly she pulled away from him, casting him one last glance before turning away to head over to her car. Her footsteps were rushed as she ran over there, rustled through her car for a minute – accompanied by some lovely curses when she couldn't find it quick enough – then retrieved the first-aid to run back over to him with it in hand.

By the time she got back, his eye was open again, regarding her with a hint of amusement in that blank stare. He didn't say anything, but she could tell from that look alone he had heard her outburst when searching for the damn thing—at least he had a little humor left in him.

(Y/n) settled on the ground in front of him, setting the kit aside and opening it. "I hate to say this, but this is going to be very unpleasant." She mumbled while rummaging through the contents, attempting to organize what she needed for each step.

A dry laugh left his lips, followed by a harsh cough that had him hunching over in his seat. "Can't be... any worse than what I've already felt." He sputtered out, a groan following suit as the wounds on his chest ached in protest from the rise and fall there.

She frowned at what he said, a new wave of guilt washing over her at the circumstances. "I'm sorry. I... I should've came sooner. I had a class, but I could've skipped it, and then maybe since I would've been here that person wouldn't have shown up, and you wouldn't be like this, and, and—" The words wouldn't stop, her rambling only cut short by a gentle pressure on her shoulder.

Her hands paused inside the med-kit, sparing a glance at him from the corner of her eye. As frail and exhausted as he looked, Harvey still managed to muster up a glare—nothing hostile, but a light warning that she needed to nip that train of thought off immediately.

"Don't blame yourself. It's no one's fault but theirs." He quietly hissed, a subtle venom in his tone as his hand slid away from her shoulder. He fully slumped back into the chair, his limbs aching far too much to be able to lean forward any longer. "I'm... just glad you're here now..." His voice grew quieter towards the end, and she noticed his eyelid beginning to flutter, along with the distinct shift of his body going limp.

"Hey, hey!" (Y/n) shot up towards him, her hands grasping either side of his head and gently, albeit frantically, shaking it from side to side. "Harvey, you need to stay awake, okay? Once I get you cleaned up enough, I'll drive you to the nearest hospital." The panic inside her quickly subsided, as his eye lazily fluttered back open after her statement, accompanied by a strained hum of acknowledgement.

Okay, she needed to be quick. She hated the thought of putting him through more pain, but it had to be done if she wanted to keep him stable enough to reach the hospital, seeing as they were far out from the city. With that in mind she got to work, letting Harvey relax back into the chair – after ensuring he didn't almost pass out again – before grabbing the disinfecting supplies.

To her relief, what she had initially thought were stab wounds were merely shallow slices in the skin—still awful, but less dire in terms of medical attention. As she got to work on cleaning the wounds, she could hear Harvey hiss above her, followed by a whimper that she couldn't help but softly apologize at.

This continued on for the next few minutes, him trying to muffle any pained noises and struggling to keep still from the burning sensations, while she tried to tend to each wound as carefully as possible. The cuts were disinfected and covered by temporary bandage patches, the burns were covered in a thin layer of cream to soothe the damaged skin, and the best she could do for his missing eye was clean around the edges and bandage around his head to keep the gaping wound covered. Same went for the wound cutting through the flesh of his cheek—clean the edges, cover with temporary bandage.

She really had no clue as to how to treat something that horrific, nor did she have the specific supplies to, hence why she knew it was necessary to get him to a hospital.

By the time she was done, the medical kit was empty with wrappers left strewn about on the ground. She took a step back, her heart still pounding yet a weight being lifted off her shoulders at the sight of Harvey bandaged and slightly more comfortable than before.

Now, she had to get him to her car—the tricky part, since he was still very much out of it.

"Okay, we gotta get to my car now. Is it alright if I touch you?" She asked that last part cautiously, reminded of the way he had reacted negatively the first time. When she got a sluggish nod, she went over to his side and slung his arm around her shoulders. "On three, you're gonna stand up, okay? One, two, three..!"

With a grunt she pulled him up, doing most of the work since he barely had the strength left to stand. Nonetheless it worked, with his body weight pressed into her side and head nestled against the crook of her neck. She readjusted her grip, one arm around his waist and the other holding his wrist, keeping him against her as best as she could before she began to walk, leaving him to stumble along with her movements.

It was a journey, but they got there eventually. (Y/n) struggled to open the passenger door for a second, before carefully shifting Harvey inside and onto the seat. Once he was situated she took a breather, focusing on buckling him in with careful movements so she didn't touch any wounds.

It seemed everything was good so far. She took a glance up to see how he was doing, only to see his good eye casted down to his left side, leading her to follow his gaze curiously. The two coffee cups remained in her cup holder, cold and forgotten, along with the food items she had stashed inside her open center console so they didn't fall.

A sad smile graced her lips. "I wasn't sure what you'd want to eat, so I got some different stuff." She spoke softly, his blue eye flickering back to her with that same fondness from yesterday, a stark contrast to the vacancy in them previously. "If you have the energy, you can eat something on the way there. Might make you feel a little better." With that suggestion she went to lean away, only for a shaky grip on her wrist to stop her.

"Thank you..." Her (E/c) eyes widened at the tremor in his voice, even more so when she noticed the shining glint of tears forming in his eye. "Thank you, for everything. I... I know we haven't know each other long, but you're truly one of a kind, darling. I can't thank you enough for... f–for helping me..." His sentence broke apart at the end, his voice giving away while a single tear escaped and ran down his bandaged cheek.

Seeing him vulnerable broke her heart, yet she was merely relieved that he felt safe in her presence. "Hey, don't cry. You don't need to thank me for anything. This is what friends do, right? Help each other." She reassured him, a sweet smile on her lips as she went to cup his cheek ever so gently, rubbing away the next tear that threatened to fall.

A light chuckle left him, along with a shuddered exhale from the ache in his chest. "Yes, friends." He murmured, for once sounding more than content after that horrific incident. Unashamedly he leaned into her palm, nuzzling into the softness of her skin with a tired sigh.

She didn't mind, letting him stay like that for as long as he needed while her thumb continued to trace soothing patterns on his cheek. Once he looked relaxed enough, she lightly shifted him to rest his head against the headrest of the seat. Her actions were met with a disapproving pout, one she couldn't help but laugh at.

The drive there was mainly silent, with her sparing occasional glances at Harvey to ensure he was still awake. At one point he reached for the strawberry pastry she had bought, quietly munching on that through the ride, much to her relief.

If his mumbles about how tasty it was and his insistence on her trying a bite were anything to go by, she'd say he was going to recover just fine. She'd make sure to be by his side the entire time.

Notes:

I decided to open a request page, cause I really enjoyed writing these and want to write more >:)

Chapter 4: New Method

Notes:

I'm down bad for this man, that's all

No shop/weapons in this one, only love ;) Also cheating, but Eun-mi's a bitch, so who cares lol

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Type: Steamy

Warnings: Making out, hickeys, lovebites, grinding, cheating

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(E/c) irises stared at the man in front of her, slowly processing the explanation he had provided after she wandered up to his booth. While the entire concept of his supposed business was strange, she certainly wasn't opposed to free money. Although, the method of achieving such sounded rather up close and personal.

"I have to touch you in order for the money to go up?" (Y/n) asked, needing further clarification that she had heard him correctly the first time.

Harvey simply smiled, undeterred by her hesitation and confusion. "That's right! A single tap or poke will do the trick. As many as you'd like, each one giving you a dollar." He confirmed, his eagerness evident as he spoke with her—she must've been the first customer of his booth today.

She gave a hum of acknowledgement to what he said, raising an eyebrow as her gaze flickered over his form, as if searching for some sort of falsehood in his body language. When she found none, she merely shrugged off her skepticism and accepted the odd situation she had found herself in.

"Alright, if you say so." She murmured, raising her hand up so she could start poking at his arm. It was the easiest point of access, considering he was sitting down with his arms propped up and hands intertwined in front of him.

This motion continued on for a while, with Harvey occasionally giving her praise or words of encouragement when he noticed her patience wearing thin. At one point it felt like it had been ages, just standing there tapping his arm over and over again, but a glance towards the counter revealed she hadn't even made much money—only forty–six dollars.

A huff of dissatisfaction left her lips, catching the pink-haired man's attention. His brows furrowed together, before he visibly perked up, tapping her hand gently to gain her attention back. Once her gaze landed back on him, he grinned.

"How about I double the amount? Or even triple it?" He offered, causing her to raise an eyebrow. It was a silent question, one that he quickly caught onto—what was the catch? "All you have to do is have longer clicks! Sweet deal, right?" He beamed where he sat, looking more than proud at his new idea.

She disregarded how he called them 'clicks' – an odd quirk of his, she supposed – and tilted her head in contemplation. "So the longer each touch is, the more money?" She repeated his words, an idea slowly forming in her head the longer she stared at him.

Harvey gave an enthusiastic nod along with a close-eyed smile, unaware to the shift in her gaze. "Yes! But no cheating, you can't just hold your finger in one spot the entire time." He peaked an eye open, his grin teasing as if he knew she'd try that to make the counter go up quicker.

Except that wasn't at all on her mind, rather something more tantalizing and much less boring. "And, does the touch still have to be a tap?" She asked in a drawl, slowly tapping her fingers against his hand that rested closest to her own.

Harvey's smile faltered, confusion replacing it as he tilted his head slightly. "I suppose not? I'm not entirely sure what you mean by that." His voice turned into a low murmur at the end, uncertain with her question and sudden shift in demeanor.

"I mean..." A mischievous smile formed on her lips as she leaned forward, causing those baby blue eyes to widen at the proximity. "Does this count?" Not wasting a second she closed the last bit of space between them, pressing her lips firmly to his cheek and lingering there for a few seconds before she pulled back.

At first she checked the counter, only to smile victoriously when she saw it went up by three dollars. Then she went to glance back at Harvey, only to smirk at his current state. His mouth was slightly ajar in shock, a light pink blush blooming across his pale complexion while those crystal-like eyes stared at her in an incredulous daze.

He blinked a couple of times, still staring at her like a deer caught in headlights, until he awkwardly cleared his throat. "I, uh, well..." He trailed off, sending a nervous glance to the counter on his booth before it landed back on her. "Since it went up, I guess that works, too. If that is your... method of choice."

While he looked rather unsure of himself, that was all the confirmation (Y/n) needed. "It is!" She chirped, not wasting a second as her hand cupped his cheek to reel him in, already attacking his opposite cheek in multiple kisses.

A noise of surprise left him, yet he didn't make any move to stop her, only squeezing his eyes shut in a flustered manner. "Ah, just so you know, I, mmph–!" He was unable to finish his sentence, for a pair of lips slid over his own, effectively shutting him up.

There was a sharp intake of breath from him, followed by a shuddered exhale when she pulled away, returning to her kisses on the other cheek this time. He remained silent for a second, catching his breath that had been stolen from him and had clouded his mind in the process.

His hand gripped at her wrist where her hand cupped around his jaw, neither pulling away nor leaning in. "I–I have a wife. I don't think you should be doing this." He weakly argued against her actions, a noticeable hint of shame in his tone, yet something else she couldn't recognize.

She shrugged it off, her lips making a trail from his cheek to his defined jawline. "It's just a few kisses. She doesn't have to know." She purred into his ear, relishing in the visible shudder that ran through his body.

He didn't make a comment after that, so she took that as a green light to continue. With a grin, she started kissing down his neck, some quick and others a longer, harder press into the skin, enough to hear his breath catch and feel his pulse quicken beneath her lips. Eagerly she began tugging at the jacket of his suit, delighted when he had no qualms in shrugging the material off his shoulders—for someone worried about their spouse, he didn't fight back much to stop her.

Next came his bow-tie – which was carelessly thrown aside – and shirt buttons, her fingers deftly working on the first few while she never stopped her kisses. Once she got the buttons halfway undone she pulled back, admiring her handiwork that was the flushed and disheveled man before her. His pink pompadour was beginning to fall apart, strands sticking out here and there, and she could see his pale collarbone and chest peaking out from the parts where she unbuttoned his shirt.

At that point the money had become an afterthought, even more so when those lidded, blue eyes stared at her with a mixture of pleading and confusion—she could've lunged at him from how delicious he looked.

"Why'd you stop?" The words left him in a desperate breath, his voice airy and hushed, as if the wind had been knocked out of him from her actions. His blush appeared to darken a shade at his own question, yet he didn't attempt to correct himself—she knew he didn't want to.

(Y/n) smiled sweetly at him. "Bad angle." Was her short and simple reply. Right after she placed both her hands on the booth, using that leverage to effortlessly hoist herself over the obstacle separating them.

Harvey instinctively backed up, watching with wide eyes as she landed on the ground in front of him, the booth now behind her. With a wolfish grin she stepped forward, leading him to step back and stumble into the chair behind him.

She didn't waste a second, hands sliding over his broad shoulders as she settled herself right into his lap. "This is much better. Wouldn't you agree?" She cooed, the tips of her fingers sliding inwards to mess with the ends of his soft, pink hair around his neck.

Harvey resembled a cherry with how red his face had gotten, his hands hovering off to the sides as if touching her would burn him. "I–I'm not so sure about this. Maybe we should return to the tapping from before?" His voice wavered, that shame and reluctance from before lingering as he shifted underneath her.

For a second her gaze softened, and she met his worried blue eyes with an inquisitive stare. "Do you want to?" There was nothing but genuine concern in her tone, a reassurance that she'd back off if he was uncomfortable with her actions. She'd already pushed his boundaries enough, but she didn't want to continue if she had gotten the wrong impression from him.

A few seconds of silence ticked by, the two holding each other's stare, until she felt a distinct warmth settle on either side of her waist. "No... not really." His response was a mere murmur, except it no longer held that hint of guilt, replaced solely by desperation—and she didn't plan on refusing.

Whoever his wife was, she was sure she didn't deserve him, anyway.

A grin quickly took over her facial features, replacing the gentleness there prior. "Thought so." Was the last thing she said before connecting her mouth with his, eagerly swallowing up the gasp that escaped him.

Her hands trailed upwards, cupping along his neck and jaw as her lips moved against his own, their combined movement clumsy due to eagerness. Between panted breaths she took the opportunity to slip her tongue in his mouth, coaxing a low groan from the back of his throat that sent a delightful shiver down her spine. She thought his voice was attractive before, now these sounds he was making were downright addictive.

(Y/n) kissed him until the air in her lungs ran out, a squeeze to her waist indicating he needed to breathe as well. She gave a playful nip to his lip, earning her a breathy whine before she pulled back to return to her task earlier.

This time he had no hesitation left, practically melting in the chair the minute her lips began to trail his neck. Through heavy pants he tilted his head to the opposite side, exposing the skin there more for her to kiss around. The faint sound of the counter could be heard dinging like crazy in front of them, though he hardly paid it any mind, too busy squirming under the woman that was making his head spin in the best way possible.

Unexpectedly he felt a sharp, light pain on his collarbone, drawing a whimper from his lips as he jerked slightly. "Ow! Gentle, that hurts." It was meant to sound like a protest, but with how breathless and whiny his voice was, she wasn't convinced.

"Sorry." She murmured, not sounding apologetic in the slightest as she ran her tongue over the bite mark left behind. Instead she switched tactics, finding a new patch of skin on his collarbone to be her next target, one that happened to be right on the junction that met his neck.

The minute she began to suck on that particular spot, she felt Harvey jolt beneath her, a stuttered breath leaving him accompanied by a series of whimpers as she throughly abused that spot—a sensitive one from her correct assumption.

He tensed up, his hands shifting down to claw at her hips for some form of stability. "Ah, st–stop! That'll leave a mark!" He hissed his disapproval, yet his voice was weak, quickly surrendering to the next spot she began to sink her teeth into with a broken moan. "Please, no... no marks– fuck!"

All complaints flew out the window the second her hips pressed down into his in a slow grind, rendering him helpless as his eyes rolled back into his head. He panted, whined and moaned at the continued motion, his hips automatically tilting up into her own to seek more friction.

(Y/n) finally leaned away from his neck, taking a moment to admire the red blemishes she had left along his fair skin. She snickered at his dazed expression, knowing full well he truly didn't care about what she was doing to him—if he did, he would've stopped her by now.

Slowly her fingers traced the markings left behind on his collarbone, the man shivering underneath her light touch. "You worry too much, relax." She cooed soothingly, continuing to drag her fingers along his exposed skin with barely concealed hunger. "Just focus on me for now, handsome."

She resumed the back and forth motion of her hips, all too aware of the bulge pressing against her. She sighed, her eyes half-lidded as she watched Harvey tense beneath her, those crystal blue eyes silently begging as he tried and failed to stay quiet.

"I'm not done with you yet."

Notes:

I need to ruin this man, you don't understand

Chapter 5: You Tore Me Up More Than You Know

Notes:

First request! Where MC replaces Eun-Mi during human expenditure program, but she actually feels bad about it so she tries to save Harvey and fix things (she's still pretty awful though).

Hope you like it! I had a lot of fun writing this one. :)

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Requested

Type: Angst, gore/violence, hurt no comfort

Warnings: Graphic depictions of gore/violence, manipulation, psychological abuse, trauma

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To say she was ashamed of what she had done was a vast understatement. There was no proper way to describe the immense churn of guilt in her stomach, nor the accompanying dread that slithered its way up her throat, creating a nauseous spiral of panic and frustration. It felt like it was suffocating her, to the point she could barely function.

It was pathetic, considering it was her own idea and actions that lead to this point. What she had done was unforgivable, and now she was dealing with the consequences of it.

Truth be told, she did believe it was harmless. Harvey appeared to be fine at first, with no recollection of what happened aside from claiming he had a nightmare of sorts. That was fine with her, knowing the reset was functioning properly and he wouldn't remember any of the pain—even then that thought gnawed at the back of her mind, but she chose to ignore it.

Since the first day had been successful, she thought carrying on would be fine, that nothing could possibly go wrong and they'd have enough money in no time. After that, she could take her beloved Harvey out of the simulation and back into the real world. A part of her ached from his lack of presence, the image of him on the screen doing little to comfort that hollowness.

Nonetheless, she pushed on, interacting with her husband during the daytime and chatting like everything was normal. To her relief the pink-haired man maintained his enthusiastic demeanor, clearly more than happy to help out his wife with her project and test out each of the features included in the program—though, he voiced his displeasure for the specific game Whack-a-Harvey. She could see why, so she promised they wouldn't play that one anymore.

By day three, it was evident Harvey was starting to become a little restless with this project of hers. Regardless of that he was as attentive as ever, never trying to rush her and merely curious as to when he'd be finished with his part. Then he brought up Toby, about being able to see him and herself in the real world, and a small crack formed in her heart—she ignored it and gave a vague answer.

This wasn't so wrong... was it?

Yes, maybe she should've told Harvey the truth about why he was in the simulation, but she was afraid he wouldn't have agreed to it then. If that happened, then they wouldn't make the money they so desperately needed right now. No, it was better this way, leaving her husband in the dark. He wasn't getting hurt – he couldn't feel it or remember any of it – so she tried to qualm her own worries, reminding herself that he only needed to be in the simulation for a couple more days.

How wrong she was.

The fourth day sent her into a complete panic when she turned on her laptop to find Harvey completely disheveled, with a few small cuts on his face and body. When he claimed he was in pain, that there was a bloody gash on his palm, her heart sank to her stomach—that wasn't possible, he shouldn't have been able to feel anything.

(Y/n) was quick to patch up the error that had occurred in the system, yet Harvey still seemed out of it, recalling that dream again. She barely interacted with him that day, too uneasy with this turn of events and stressing to find a quick fix for it. They needed a few more days worth of money, she just needed to find out what caused the glitch so Harvey wouldn't experience that again.

The last thing she wanted was to hurt him, as twisted as her actions may have been. She thought she knew how to prevent him from feeling anything while he was stuck in the simulation, and that brought her some relief. Now however, with him slowly remembering the events from Bloodmoney and recalling the amount of pain, something deep inside of her tried to claw its way up, desperate to release him already and put this all in the past.

She fought down that urge.

By day five, she almost screamed at the sight of her husband on the screen, his right eye filled with blood as it leaked down his face. She nearly burst into tears right then and there, the guilt crashing down on her from how pained his voice was. He sounded completely broken, practically begging her to let him out now so he could see her and Toby, the fear so palpable it made her stomach twist uncomfortably.

God, she wanted to. She wanted to so badly, she truly did... but the money. They didn't have enough yet, and she couldn't risk them being in debt. She told herself that she was doing this for their family, that soon this would all be over, and they could live comfortably.

That's what she kept trying to tell herself, but it wasn't convincing enough. She only wanted to do this because she knew Harvey wouldn't feel any pain, yet clearly that wasn't the case anymore, and she couldn't figure out why. It had gone too far, the least she could do was get him out of there before it got worse—she knew it would, because she no longer had a clue as to what was changing in the simulation.

With that in mind, she was rushing into her bedroom towards the computer, flinging it open without a second thought. It was getting late out and Toby had already gone to bed, so she didn't need to worry about that. However, she very much needed to worry about the game Bloodmoney that ran during the night, and getting Harvey out of there before then.

Harvey looked startled at the sight of her, despite how exhausted and pained his expression was. "Oh, hello honey-bun! It's rather late now, isn't it? Couldn't sleep?" He greeted her sweetly, even if his words were strained and his breaths slightly uneven from the ache of his wounds.

(Y/n) felt sick all over again upon seeing his gouged eye. Unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find a fix that'd reset Harvey's character. So, he was stuck like that, and she could feel a lump in her throat knowing he was in agony—all of it her fault.

She ignored his greeting, getting straight to the point. "I need to get you out of the simulation. Now." Her words were urgent, not waiting for a response as she opened up the activity icon on the program.

As the list of games popped up beside Harvey, his one good eye widened in surprise at her haste. "Y–you're going to take me out of here?" He asked in disbelief, making sure he had heard her correctly. After all, only a few hours ago she had told him he needed to stay just a while longer. Why the sudden change?

Her (E/c) eyes flickered from him to the list of activities, seeing the one she was searching for at the bottom—one that hadn't been there until now. "Yes, I... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kept you in there for as long as I did. You were never supposed to get hurt." She sighed, avoiding the screen as her head hung in shame. "Once you're out, I promise I'll explain everything."

And she would, even if it meant him hating her for the rest of his life—a likely and deserved outcome.

There was silence, to which she snuck a glance at the pink-haired man. Unsurprisingly he was puzzled at what she said, yet she could also see a certain acknowledgement in his expression and body language—one that knew something had been awry from the start, but hadn't been willing to confront it until now.

Despite that, Harvey gazed at her with a tenderness reserved only for her. "Okay... Thank you, darling." He murmured in gratitude, deciding any questions he had could be asked later—well, except for one. "Uh, how exactly do I get out of here?" He asked sheepishly, unsure if he had to do something on his end or if his wife had to do all the work.

(Y/n) relaxed for a moment, glad to see that his amiable self was returning, even if only a little. "Through this activity at the bottom." She stated, her mouse hovering over the game tilted 'Save Harvey'. "I had to integrate the code for your removal with something in the program, so this was the easiest option." She explained further, seeing as he looked lost.

Even after her clarification he didn't quite understand what that meant. Then again, this programming stuff wasn't something he was familiar with. He'd just have to trust that his wife knew what she was doing—which he did, not a single doubt in his mind.

"Well then, what're we waiting for? Send me home!" His voice was brimmed with excitement, the mere idea enough to make him forget about his current physical state. "I can't wait to see you and Toby again." He added on, softer this time and filled with longing as he stared at her through the screen.

Guilt crashed into her once more, to where she could only offer a strained smile. "Yeah, me too..." She mumbled, unable to hide the self-reproach in her tone. Her mouse hovered over the game, waiting there. "Are you ready?"

Harvey didn't appear to pick up on her behavior, simply ecstatic at the fact he was leaving. "As I'll ever be, honey-bun!" He replied with enthusiasm, flashing a small grin her way even as the right side of his face ached at the movement.

Having his approval, she clicked on the game, ready to put an end to this nightmare she had created. Unfortunately, nothing could ever be that simple.

The game was fucked up, to say the least—not any worse than Bloodmoney's concept, she supposed. Harvey sat in the middle of the screen, while multiple eyeballs – a jab to his missing eye – began to target him from all four sides, that of which she had to keep away from him to complete the activity.

Sounded easy enough, but actually doing it was more than difficult. The first few times she failed she chalked it up to not having played it before, and therefore not being skilled at it yet. Each time she returned to the program screen, Harvey always had some sugary-sweet words of encouragement—"You did great! I'm sure you'll get it next time.", "Keep going, I believe in you!", "Take your time, hun. I know you can do it."

She took his uplifting words and used them as motivation to complete the game. Sadly, that motivation only lasted so long, frustration seeping in each time too many eyes appeared on the screen, until one of them touched Harvey and the game was a failure. Soon his praise fell on deaf ears, replaced by a newfound irritation and a prominent fear that speared through her chest.

She had to get him out. She had to.

The minutes were ticking by, and with each new failure, she found her nerves getting worse and worse. This couldn't be happening. Why was this game so difficult? It was the only safe option to extract Harvey from the simulation. So why the hell was it impossible to beat?

Another round went by and she nearly threw her keyboard across the room out of frustration when the screen returned to Harvey. She probably looked deranged from his point of view, with her chest heaving and eyes blown wide with a type horror he couldn't even begin to fathom.

Gently he pressed his palm against the screen, his one blue eye staring at his wife in concern. "Hey, it's alright, babe. How about you take a break, yeah?" He suggested softly, pushing aside the disappointment of having to wait longer in exchange for her comfort. "You can try again tomorrow, and then—"

His words unintentionally struck a chord, a glare forming in those (E/c) irises as her attention snapped back to him. "I can't wait until tomorrow! I have to get you out now, otherwise you'll keep getting hurt!" Her voice raised at the end, before she quickly sealed her lips shut with a wince, both from what she said and at the thought of accidently waking Toby.

Harvey was taken aback by her outburst, a flicker of hurt shining in his one good eye, until it shifted to puzzlement. "'Keep getting hurt?' What do you mean? I... I thought you said it was a glitch." There was a shift to his tone at the end of his sentence, subtle, yet enough to make her blood run cold—he was catching on.

Should she try to backtrack? Continue with her lies to keep him compliant? She could if she wanted to save her own skin, but it wasn't right. The exit code wasn't working, and she had little time left to attempt the game again, even if she already knew deep down it was futile. Was there really any other option here?

No, this needed to stop. She couldn't take back the damage she'd already done, but she could at least stop it before she reached the point of no return. He deserved to know.

With a heavy sigh (Y/n) slumped backwards in her chair, fixing Harvey with a defeated stare. "It was. You weren't supposed to feel anything, and I'm not sure why the injuries didn't go away." She replied dully, already preparing for the worst possible reaction from her dear husband—she didn't deserve to call him that.

It was as if she could see the gears turning in his head, his facial features shifting with each emotion as he processed her words. First suspicion, which lead to realization, then slowly bled into an ugly mixture of bitter heartache and burning indignation. She was unfazed by his visible reaction, seeing as she knew she deserved every ounce of anger and sorrow he had.

The tense silence was broken by a quiet laugh from him, short and lacking of any humor. "So they weren't dreams. They were real." It was said as a statement, requiring no further clarification from her—he already figured it all out. "All that pain and suffering... that god awful booth... all of it was real..!" His voice began to raise, raw with distress while his expression morphed into a blinded rage.

Suddenly one of his fists banged against the screen of the laptop, causing her to recoil in surprise. "And you just let it happen! You PUT me there! For what? Your own sick enjoyment?!" He was full on screaming now, his fist hitting the screen again as multiple small cracks began to form on the glass.

(Y/n) raised her hands up, as if to pacify the man of fury inside the computer. "Of course not! That's not why I did it! Please understand, I–I, I never meant for this to happen!" She tried to defend herself, pleading at this point despite knowing how wrong she had been. "W–we needed money, and I figured as long as you didn't feel anything in the simulation, then it'd be okay! But then you said you could feel the pain, and I... I couldn't do that to you anymore."

Harvey scoffed, a smile on his face that didn't reach his eyes—or eye, in this case. "Anymore? How considerate of you to not want to use me any longer once I started to become aware of it!" He barked at her with pure venom in his voice, uncaring as to how harsh he sounded.

His fury was nothing compared to what she had put him through. All the pain from being tortured every night, all the manipulation to convince him it wasn't real, all the horror and confusion when that agony wouldn't go away—she'd trapped him in his own personal purgatory, a cycle he was forced to endure for her own benefit. She deserved every ounce of anger burning inside his body, yet the screen blocked him off from her world, making him feel all the more detached and furious.

Above all, he felt betrayed, a pain somehow worse than the torture he endured every night combined into one. How could his own wife do this to him? He knew they had been struggling financially, but she promised him they'd figure it out together. Maybe she decided that last part wasn't important anymore, that he wasn't important anymore—that's what truly tore him up inside.

She at least had the decency to act ashamed of her actions, but he couldn't tell if it was genuine or not. Even the tears that began to crowd in her (E/c) irises shone with deceit from his view... and yet, there was still a foolish part of his heart that cracked at seeing his wife so distressed.

(Y/n) shook her head, her bottom lip quivering as the weight of the situation began to suffocate her. She knew she didn't deserve his forgiveness, yet she found herself pleading regardless, a small part of her wanting to believe that she could somehow fix this mess.

"I'm sorry, okay! I'm so sorry, Harvey! I didn't mean to use you, I just... I just thought..." The words died out on her tongue, realizing that it was fruitless. She couldn't take back what she had done, she had since crossed the line of forgiveness. "I don't know what I was thinking."

A shaky sigh left her as she tilted her face to the ground, cradling her head in her hands while her elbows rested on her knees. Tears leaked freely from the corners of her eyelids, creating rivulets down her flushed cheeks until the droplets landed on the carpet below. The silence stretched out between them and the heat began to simmer down, leaving a hollow ache in her chest that was the result of her own selfishness.

Harvey was right, of course he was. Putting him in a simulation because she thought he couldn't feel anything wasn't justification for her actions. She had taken advantage of him, of her sweet husband that would've done anything for her—and he had, his eagerness to please overshadowing any doubt he may have had about the safety of her little project.

God, she was a horrible person. How could she do this to someone as caring and generous as Harvey? All for the sake of making money? That of which, she now knew wasn't worth it, because he might be stuck in the simulation forever.

That thought only increased the waterworks, tears dripping rapidly down her face as she tried and failed to wipe them away. How pathetic could she be? Harvey was the victim here, yet there she sat – in the real world – crying like a baby because he was rightfully angry at her from what she had done. She told herself it was stupid for her to be the one weeping, but it wouldn't stop—likely because she knew this was the end, for multiple things.

The silence stretched on, with her trying her best to avoid looking anywhere near him and cover the weak sobs that tried to escape. Eventually a light tap could be heard on the glass, one she chose to ignore, not wanting to face her husband's heartbreaking countenance once more.

Despite her attention not being on him, Harvey went to speak up, his tone surprisingly gentle. "You could've told me. I... I would've understood, if you'd explained it to me. Why didn't you just tell me the reason?" Frustration lingered in his words even if they were softer now, a conflict between justified anger and the instinctual urge to comfort her.

A shuddered laugh left her, a sound that was completely miserable. "I wanted to tell you, I did... b–but I was afraid you wouldn't agree. It–it was wrong of me, and I can't fix what I did." She mumbled, finally lifting her head up enough so her teary gaze could connect with his guarded blue one, the sight of his missing eye wrenching at her heart for the umpteenth time. "I'm sorry, Harvey. I just... I just want you back here..."

That's all she truly wanted now. She knew he'd never forget or forgive what she had put him through, but she didn't care, so long as he was physically here beside her. Not to mention poor Toby who had been missing his dad, he deserved to see him again—except now that may never be a possibility.

His face was neutral, not allowing an inkling of emotion to show as he stared at her with a dull iris. "I'm sure no one in their right mind would ever agree to doing something like this. It's psychotic." His flat statement made her flinch, her head bowing in painful acceptance as she awaited what she thought was coming next. "...Yet for you, I would do anything you asked of me. Even this... because I love you."

(Y/n) blinked a couple of times, her head slowly raising back up to stare at the pink-haired man with wide, disbelieving eyes. He gave a smile in return, one that was strained and defeated, a similar acceptance to her own—his mind knew what he deserved, except his heart couldn't break away from her.

A husband who deserved better but couldn't bring himself to love another, and a wife who knew he deserved someone else, yet still selfishly wanted to get him back and prove her worth once more.

What a sad pairing.

She shook her head, a bitter smile on her lips as she gazed down at the floor. "Still? I'd think you'd hate me now." Even with knowing how forgiving of a person Harvey was, she was almost certain this would've been a breaking point—somehow it wasn't, and that wrenched at her heart even more.

It appeared his thoughts were similar, if his own dismal expression was anything to go by. "I don't think I can stop loving you, unfortunately. You're... one of the only people in my life that made me feel wanted, like I could be loved..." A humorless chuckle left him after that, his eye darkening a shade at the irony of that statement. "I guess that wasn't true, huh?"

"What? Of course it was true!" She blurted, disbelief in her tone that he'd think she'd ever feel any different. "I didn't do this because I didn't love you... I did it because I wanted to make sure our future was stable and secure, that our family wouldn't have to worry about a financial burden." No matter how many times that explanation left her mouth, it made her gut churn, as if her body knew her reasoning wasn't enough.

Harvey's face scrunched up on the screen, frustration and anger returning full force. "Then why didn't you tell me so I could help! This was your only solution?!" He raised his arms up, as if to gesture to the program itself in an incredulous manner. Then he sighed, his arms falling and shoulders slumping. "I know I'm not very qualified for most jobs I apply to, but... but I would've tried more, for you and for Toby."

She frowned, both because of the care and longing in his voice, and because she was well aware of his track record when it came to employment—one of the main reasons she resorted to this extreme measure in the first place.

"No offense, but you and I both know that wasn't likely. You and jobs don't mix." She said her thoughts aloud, holding no malice in them, only the brutal truth they were both aware of. "That's why I thought maybe this was a better alternative... So long as you didn't remember or feel anything, I thought it would be harmless. Then I could take you out of there, and we could live our lives comfortably." She grew quieter towards the end, sorrow seeping into her tone as reality became a cruel reminder.

Her husband had gone silent – likely since he knew she was correct about her first two statements – so she chose to carry on. "Now I don't even think I can get you out of there, because of this stupid fucking game." She gestured to the screen with a loud huff, trying to replace her overwhelming inner turmoil with the frustration she held before.

Harvey's good eye glanced to the side, towards the game icon beside him. "Is that the only option?" He asked with a furrow of his brows, confused as to why that was the case. "Can you only get me out of here through completing a game?" He asked again, this time sounding somewhat exasperated.

An awkward frown formed on her lips. "Unfortunately, yes. It was supposed to act as a fail-safe, where I could pull you out easily if things went awry, which they have..." She trailed off with a grimace, quickly moving on when she saw his deadpan countenance. "But it was never this difficult when I created it. I don't know why it's impossible now." She huffed under her breath, raising a hand to mindlessly wipe at the tear stains left behind on her face.

A sigh left Harvey, his eye darting around the screen for a moment as if to find his own exit, before defeatedly landing back on his spouse. "So, I'm stuck here, then? I'll be forced into that fucked up game again, being able to do nothing but scream and cry in pain while I get mutilated for their enjoyment." All of it was said in a harsh whisper, the words beginning to shake with noticeable dread towards the end.

(Y/n)'s frown deepened, culpability stabbing into her chest at the sight of her husband slowly devolving into a state of consternation and terror. She couldn't let him live through that torment again, not when she was aware of how it was affecting him now. She's not going to allow the same mistake to happen again.

After a second of racking her brain for a solution, she hesitantly decided on one. "I... I could try a different way of getting you out of there." She started off with that, not wanting to dive into the details right away, especially when she knew how dangerous it was.

Harvey didn't seem to notice her reluctance, fixing her with a stare that bordered between being annoyed and relieved. "Then why haven't you tried it already?" He questioned, quickly catching onto the concern that had etched itself into her (S/c) complexion.

She heaved out a sigh, her hand rubbing anxiously down one side of her face. "Because it involves me directly tampering with the equipment that keeps you plugged into the simulation." She mumbled, her hand moving to worriedly rub over her mouth while she observed him.

As expected, Harvey deflated at what she said, that small spark of hope in his eye vanishing as quick as it came. "I'm going to assume by your tone that this particular method is more dangerous?" He asked, his voice shifting back to that quiet defeat that crushed her heart.

Slowly she gave a nod as her hand fell away from her face. "Yes. Either I unplug you from the equipment and your conscious returns to your physical body, or..." She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry as she struggled to finish her sentence. His expectant stare didn't help either, not when she knew how unlikely his odds were. "Or your conscious doesn't transfer in time, and your body and mind, well..."

That time she didn't need to finish her sentence, the shadow over his gaze showing he understood her implication. "So, there's a high chance I might die if you try to unplug me directly..?" He asked for clarification anyway, earning a reluctant nod from her in response.

The room grew quiet for a long moment, to which she took the time to check the clock. It was late, nearing the time the game Bloodmoney would automatically be released to the public once more. Time was closing in, and they were left with limited options—it was either now or never, based on what he decided.

"Do it."

(Y/n)'s eyes snapped back to Harvey, staring at the pink-haired man in disbelief. "What? Did you not just hear what I—"

He interjected before she could finish her protest. "I heard you loud and clear. But I'd much rather take the risk than suffer in here any longer." He said, voice firm and filled with finality. "Hell, I'd probably find a way to delete myself if I have to go through that damn booth one more time, anyway." He grumbled, more so to himself than her.

She brushed it off, regarding him with an anxious look. "Are–are you sure? I could try the game some more." She suggested, a pitiful attempt to delay the dread of the unknown sinking into the pit of her stomach. "Maybe I needed some practice. This time, I'm sure I could..." She slowly went quiet, seeing that her husband clearly wasn't convinced.

They both knew what had to be done, she just didn't want to confront it, to finally face the consequences of her actions head on. She knew it had a higher probability of being disastrous than of being successful, which terrified her more than anything.

She didn't deserve him, but she couldn't bear the thought of him being permanently gone.

"You said it yourself, we don't have the time." A soft, sad smile formed on his face as he held his hand against the glass. "Please I... I want you to do this for me, even if it's the last thing. I either want to be back at home with you and Toby... or nowhere." Even if he sounded accepting of that decision, she could identify the tremble in his words, that undeniable fear when faced with the possibility of death.

A new set of tears began to sting at the back of her eyes, yet she refused to let them shed as she placed her finger against the screen, directly over where his hand was. "I'll do that for you, then. I'm so sorry for putting you in this mess." It felt meaningless to keep apologizing when they were far beyond that point, but she did so regardless, needing to repeat it one last time—in case this went the direction she thought it would.

Harvey's hand fell away from the screen, so she retracted her own on instinct, an ache in her chest that only continued to deepen. Immediately she got up from her chair, realizing that was the end of their conversation and there was nothing else left to do. With the time ticking, she swiftly turned around to head off to the door, her throat dry with unsaid words that she refused to let out.

She got to the doorframe of their once shared bedroom, only to pause as Harvey's voice broke through the silence. "I..." He paused, causing her to peer back at him over her shoulder, her (E/c) eyes connecting with a crystal blue one brimmed with conflicting emotions. "I love you, (Y/n). I don't forgive you, but maybe someday I will." He murmured, words soaked in betrayal and pain, while also holding that small spark of hope and longing.

She could feel her bottom lip wobble as her vision blurred with tears she couldn't fight off this time, so she quickly turned back around. "I love you, too. I'll... I'll make it up to you. I swear." She whispered, a sob threatening to claw its way up her throat as the emotions inside her turned into an overwhelming whirlwind.

It worsened at the last two words he said next, to the point she had to rush away before she turned into a broken mess on the floor and chickened out of their deal.

"Goodbye, darling."

(Y/n)'s footsteps were clumsy as she rushed to one of the doors of the house, her body guiding her while her mind went numb. She flung open the door that lead to the stairs leading into the basement, stumbling her way down them and luckily not falling in the process. Once down there she paused, her heart wrenching at the sight she had gotten used to seeing these few days.

Harvey's body laid comfortably on a bed with his hands neatly tucked on his stomach, a headset covering his head and an IV pole beside him to keep his body hydrated. There was a slow rise and fall of his chest, where in anyone else's eyes he would've looked like he had fallen asleep with the device on—her reality was much worse than that, and she wasn't prepared to face it.

Mindlessly she walked over to where his body laid, a new steam of tears running down her cheeks as she mentally prepared for the worst. She knew how unlikely it was for him to make it back into his body safely, knew the risk before she started this entire project, yet naively thought her fail-safe was a guarantee to save him.

She eyed the expensive equipment the headset was connected to, debating on how she should pull the plug. There was a chance if she pulled it directly from the device, Harvey's conscious had time to be transferred back to his body, whereas pulling it directly from his head could be an instant death. Obviously the prior was the better option of the two.

With a deep breath she let herself fall to her knees in front of the equipment, her hand shaking like a leaf as she reached for the plug that connected to Harvey's headset. She felt sick to her stomach, yet there was nothing left to do—they were all out of options and time.

One last glance was sent back towards her husband's body, before she squeezed her eyes shut and tightened her grip, ready to face whatever outcome awaited her.

"Goodbye, Harvey."

She pulled the plug.

Notes:

Had a lot of fun with this one >:)

Been thinking about writing an actual story alongside the oneshots, but I don't know yet, I'll keep thinking while I write the other requests

Chapter 6: For the Better

Notes:

Just a fluffy fic with a little bit of hurt/comfort around the end, but it's mainly fluff <3

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Requested

Type: Fluff, hurt/comfort

Warnings: None

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Warmth seeped through the blinds of a nearby window, casting golden rays of sun into the room and illuminating everything in a soft, hazy glow. The sound of morning birds chirping filled the woman's ears, the melodic noise accompanied by a smell of baked sweetness that wafted through the air. It was comforting, enough for her to burrow herself further in the covers with a lazy sigh, before she drifted back into sleep.

Her extended snoozing was short-lived, a weight sinking onto the bed behind her slightly rousing her awake. A light touch met the side of her neck, gently brushing away her (H/l), sliky locks of (H/c) hair. Right after a warmth met the exposed skin of her shoulder, a content hum bubbling up her throat as more kisses followed, slowly trailing up the expanse of her neck.

A kiss met the underside of her ear, drawing another pleasant noise from her lips. Then, that familiar soothing voice rang in her ears, low and relaxed, not wanting to speak too loudly when she was still waking up.

"Good morning, hun." He murmured, another warm, gentle kiss meeting her skin. All she could muster was a muffled noise in response, earning her a quiet chuckle before he spoke again in a teasing manner. "You have to get up sooner or later, you know."

She merely rolled her shoulder in a lazy sort of shrug, making no move to open her eyes or get up anytime soon. "Mm, don't wanna. Comfy." Was all she mumbled, sighing softly at the end when her partner nuzzled his face against the side of hers, pressing a kiss to her jaw before resting there—actions that made her want to stay all the more.

"I can see that." He whispered against her skin, a hint of amusement in his tone. "But if you don't get up now, your breakfast will get cold and you'll miss seeing Toby before he heads off to school." While he spoke he pulled away from her completely, causing a hushed whine of disapproval to leave her at the loss of contact.

That was enough to get her to move, at least to turn around onto her opposite side to face him. Her eyes were half-lidded, the glimpse of (E/c) underneath still brimmed with tiredness as she stared up at the figure sitting beside her.

Harvey stared down at her with a fond grin on his face, his faded pink hair a mess on top of his head—they needed to re-dye it again sometime soon since the black roots of his hair was beginning to show. He was dressed comfortably at the moment, in a plain t-shirt and some sweatpants, clearly as lazy as her and not wanting to get properly dressed yet.

He reached out towards her, only to pick up a light blue lock of her hair and twirl it around his finger. A majority of her hair was its natural color, but she had done a few stripes of baby blue when they were re-dying his to a light pink—she wanted them to match like cotton candy, and he was ecstatic at the idea.

(Y/n) let out a long breath, her hand slowly reaching up to grab his wrist so she could maneuver his hand to cup her cheek. "Give me a second." She whispered, her eyes fluttering shut as she nuzzled into the warm palm of his hand.

Gently his thumb began to caress the apple of her cheek, starting a slow back and forth motion while he watched her with adoring, crystal blue eyes. "If I do that, you're going to fall back asleep." He said softly, contradicting his own words as he kept his voice quiet to avoid disturbing her.

A knowing smile curled on her lips and she pressed his hand against her cheek, before lazily cracking an eye open. "Mm, you're right. But maybe I can be persuaded..." She trailed off, a hint of mischief mixing with the sleepiness that coated her voice.

"Oh, is that so?" He rose an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on his face. "Well, if that's the case, you'll have to come to me first." He stated before pulling his hand away from her, leaning back on his legs so he was out of her reach.

She cracked open her eyes at his actions, narrowing them when she saw the teasing expression he wore. By now her tiredness had been wearing off the longer they spoke, so she decided this would be enough movement to keep her awake and functioning for the day—nothing like starting her day with a kiss from her beloved.

Her movements were sluggish as she pushed herself into a sitting position, only so she could stretch her arms above her head until her muscles felt that familiar relief. Once her arms fell back down she redirected her attention back to Harvey, who had been watching her the entire time, nothing but patience and adoration in that gaze of his.

Slowly she crawled over the bed to him, practically falling into his lap once she got to him in her half-awake state. A laugh rumbled up from his chest at her actions, but she was quick to muffle it, leaning her head and body upwards so she could press her lips against his. An amused puff of air still left him, yet he quickly returned the gesture.

The kiss was tender and slow, neither in a rush as they reveled in the comfort of each other. Her hands went to mindlessly play with the ends of his soft hair, while his settled on her waist, helping adjust her to sit more comfortably against him. After that his fingers ran up and down her sides, his touch as light as a feather as he caressed and traced random patterns along there. She shivered and sighed at the sensation, lightly gripping his hair between her fingers.

The more she woke up, the more she craved his affection. Her head tilted to the side, eagerly deepening the lip lock while she shuffled closer to him. A muffled groan left him, his fingers lightly digging into the dip of her hips, where the fabric of his shirt barely covered the beginnings of her thighs.

Before he could tug her impossibly closer and drown in her affections, a burnt smell began to permeate the air. The two broke away, confused eyes meeting his panicked ones while they caught their breath through quiet pants.

"Dad! The pancakes are burning!"

Harvey winced at the sound of Toby's voice, further confirming that what he thought had happened, had happened. A soft snort left the (H/c)-haired woman in front of him, to which he sent her a light-hearted glare as he rushed to get up from the bed, leaving her to fall backwards in a small burst of giggles.

"I'm coming! Don't touch anything!" He yelled worriedly, already rushing out the door after sending one last glance to (Y/n), who simply waved him off with a smile.

Left alone in the room, she debated whether or not she should lay back down again and try to sleep. However, she was probably too awake now to fall asleep, and she didn't want to miss saying goodbye to Toby. So she reluctantly got up, shuffling through the wardrobe nearby to find a pair of shorts, all while listening to the commotion in the kitchen nearby—it made her laugh even more when she heard Harvey accidentally curse then panic about Toby hearing it.

She did her best to tame her messy hair with a brush, before heading out towards the direction of the two voices. As she stepped through the arch leading into the kitchen and dining area, she smiled at the sight of Toby sitting at the table counter, while Harvey was standing in front of a stove, occasionally flipping a pancake from the pan he held.

The dark-haired boy noticed her presence first, immediately perking up. "Good morning, (Y/n)!" He chirped, sending her a grin so bright it put the sun to shame—he definitely had his father's enthusiasm.

She returned the smile, her tiredness beginning to fade at the energy he exuded. "Morning, Toby." She greeted back warmly, walking up to stand beside him and give his hair an affectionate ruffle. Then her attention shifted to the kitchen, amusement dancing in her gaze. "Your dad's burning all your pancakes, I see."

Harvey quickly turned his head to look at the two over his shoulder, his expression one of mock offense. "It's not my fault! Someone distracted me." He looked pointedly towards (Y/n), who simply grinned at his attempt to sound annoyed with her.

"It's okay, I ate the first few he made already. They're chocolate chip!" Toby chimed in, perking up like a kid in a candy shop. "You should have some! Well, the ones that aren't burnt. I don't think those are edible..." He mumbled the last part, eyeing the plate of charcoal pancakes that had been set aside to cool down.

She laughed at that and Toby joined in, until both of them quickly tried to muffle it when Harvey sent another glance their way. The two looked away from the pink-haired man, looking completely innocent aside from the wide grin on each of their faces.

Harvey shook his head, turning back to the task at hand so he didn't add more charcoal pancakes onto the pile. "I'm working on it, okay?" He whined, the sound of hushed laughter reaching his ears as footsteps approached. "I made your coffee already, hun. It's in the fridge."

While he spoke, (Y/n) went to stand behind him, her chin resting on his shoulder to peek at the pancakes he was making. They looked delicious, golden and fluffy with plenty of chocolate-chips in them—much better than the sad batch that sat on the counter, waiting to be disposed of.

She hummed at what he said, giving a peck to his cheek as she pulled away. "Thank you, babe." She murmured gratefully, a smile on her lips while she headed over to the fridge.

Once she grabbed ahold of the iced beverage she took a sip, unsurprised when it tasted exactly the way she liked it. Harvey was sweet like that, remembering the smallest of details of what she liked—it made her love him all the more.

With her coffee in hand, she went to stand in front of the kitchen counter where Toby sat on the opposite side. "So, Toby, excited for your first day of school?" There was a slight pause before she asked that, knowing there was an underlying, sensitive subject that would be involved.

Ever since the incident with Eun-mi, Harvey's ex-wife, a lot had occurred, most of that time spent at a courthouse or packing up items to move away. Getting justice for what was done to him, the lengthy process of a divorce, fighting for sole custody over Toby, then on top of that deciding to move away for extra measure—it was a lot for them to go through, especially when Toby didn't fully understand everything that happened.

All of that caused Toby to miss a year of school, and now he'd be attending a new one full of people he didn't know. It was obvious that detail was stressing him out, due to the way he began to fidget slightly in his seat after her question. The sight alone tugged at her heart—this poor kid had been through so much.

Toby tried to shrug, as if he wasn't bothered by the thought of it. "I guess. I'd rather stay home with you and dad." Those words made it more obvious he was trying to avoid it, paired with some big, pleading blue eyes that most people wouldn't have the heart to refuse. "Can I?"

(Y/n) took a glance towards Harvey, who was preparing the last two plates of pancakes for them. He paused in his movements, turning his attention towards Toby with an indecipherable look. She could read it easily though, accustomed to it after months of seeing it—that uncomfortable division between needing to be a parent and wanting to give his son everything he wanted due to the guilt of the past.

A guilt that, in her opinion, shouldn't be a burden on Harvey's shoulders. What happened was never his fault, and she hated that Eun-mi twisted that situation in a way that made him believe it was, from the very beginning.

With a quiet sigh she turned towards Toby, answering for the man behind her. "You know that's not an option, buddy." She uttered softly, a sad smile on her lips when the kid visibly deflated at her denial. "I get it, it's scary going to a new school. But just think about all the new friends you'll make."

He seemed to contemplate what she said, a mix of emotions on his face that leaned towards uncertainty. "What if they don't like me?" He asked quietly, his gaze flickering to the ground while his hands mindlessly fidgeted with one another.

(Y/n) shook her head, as if even suggesting that idea was ridiculous. "Someone as awesome as you? Who wouldn't like you!" She spoke with a grin, tilting her head down to meet Toby's gaze as it hesitantly flickered up towards her. "You're an amazing kid, Toby. Trust me, you'll make plenty of friends. Just give it a chance, okay?" Her gaze softened, a silent understanding and reassurance in them to help the boy relax.

After a second, Toby suddenly returned the smile, his energy from earlier returning full force. "Okay, I will!" He chirped, perking up right after when a new idea came to mind over the matter. "Can I bring our pet gerbils to show everyone?"

Immediately she laughed, knowing exactly where that train of thought was going. "Is that your plan? Bribe kids into being friends with you with your pet?" She rose an eyebrow knowingly, to which Toby gave her a sheepish smile in return.

Before he could try to convince her further – more like whine about it until one of them caved – Harvey was beside (Y/n), his eyes staring towards the front window of the house. She followed his gaze, only to see that familiar yellow silhouette of a bus making its way down the street.

"Sadly, there's not enough time for that. The bus is here, buddy!" He pointed out, sounding rather nervous at that fact as he rounded the counter towards Toby. "You have everything you need, right? Notebooks, pencils, erasers, calculator, books—"

Toby, who was shrugging on his backpack straps, rolled his eyes at his dad's worry. "Yes, dad! I have everything. You double-checked it like, twenty times." He responded, sounding exasperated at the fact.

(Y/n) giggled at the interaction, quietly trailing after the two as they headed towards the front door. The bus was parked across the street by then, a few other kids from different houses piling into it while it was stopped.

"Can't ever be too careful." Harvey uttered while the two made their way outside. "Have a great day at school, bud! Check both ways before you cross the street, and make sure to—"

Once again Toby finished his sentence for him with a playfully annoyed look. "Call if there's an emergency. I know, dad! I gotta go!" He whined, his eager attitude a complete turnaround from before. The boy gave a quick hug to his dad, before starting to rush off towards the bus. "I love you, bye! Bye, (Y/n)!"

The (H/c)-haired woman went to stand beside Harvey, smiling brightly as she waved at Toby's retreating figure. "Bye, Toby! Have fun!" She called back, watching with content as he excitedly shuffled his way onto the bus.

Her smile never wavered as the bus began to drive off into the distance, a sense of peace washing over her at the morning scenery. Unfortunately, it appeared she was the only calm one, for when she took a glance at Harvey he looked anything but.

The smile on her face faltered at the sight of his worry, her hand moving to rest on his arm so she could get his attention. "He'll be okay, love. Nothings going to happen." She tried to reassure him, only getting a small glance in return.

There was a pause as he continued to stare at where the bus once was, until a shaky sigh left him. "I know that, it just feels... weird, I guess." He muttered, each word slow and uncertain as he searched for the correct way to describe what he was feeling. "Like I'm not supposed to have a normal life anymore, so I'm waiting for the moment something goes wrong again and I'm..."

Harvey trailed off, yet she already knew what he was going to say—left alone. As horrendous the act that Eun-mi committed was, forcing him into a simulation to be tortured for money, she was still his ex-wife. Love from ten years of marriage didn't vanish within an instant, there would always be a lingering ache there regardless of her actions, along with it that new and permanent fear of abandonment and isolation.

In her eyes, there was no reason to fear about losing Toby, but it also wasn't her mind that went through psychological torment, so she couldn't fathom how he felt, either. All she could do was be there for him and try her best to give him assurances whenever she could—small steps in his much larger healing journey.

She kept her hand on his arm, her thumb rubbing comfortingly circles into his skin. "I can't say that nothing will go wrong ever again, because that's just life sometimes." She waited a breath, thinking over her next words carefully. "But also, what you went through was traumatic, and you deserve to live a happy life. One where when things do go wrong, they're normal, and when things go right, they're normal—a life where you don't have to be paranoid of horrific outcomes that no one should have to experience."

A shuddered breath left the man beside her, who shook his head in disbelief. "It's hard to believe that anymore. I thought I did have a normal, happy life before, but it turns out I was the only happy one." Slowly his head turned towards her, yet his gaze refused to meet hers, staring downwards in a blank, closed-off daze. "What if... what if you end up feeling the same way?"

Those words made her heart ache. The fact that he had to doubt if the love and care he received was genuine, like it was a facade that held nothing but deceit underneath, was absolutely devastating. No one should ever have to feel that way, to be afraid that every new relationship they form was because the other person was using him to benefit themselves—someone like Eun-mi, who threw everything away due to her own greed.

Ever so gently she raised her hand, cupping his cheek so she could slowly tilt his head up to look at her. Her gaze met his own, warm and wholly loving, causing that icy spear of doubt to slowly melt away.

"That's impossible, because unlike her, I love and appreciate everything you do. You're perfect in my eyes, truly. A wonderful man, one she let get away because of her own greed and selfishness." Her voice was quiet, delicate in a way that intended to soothe his fragile heart. Then, upon noticing that familiar glimmer returning to those crystal eyes, she gave him a playful grin. "If anything, I think you should be more worried about trying to get away from me. You think I'll let you leave?"

A chuckle left Harvey at that, shaking his head slightly as he leaned into the warmth of her palm. "Guess I should be worried about something happening then. I might end up in your basement." He replied with a teasing grin that mirrored her own, to which she laughed in return.

After a second his expression softened, a light breath escaping his lips as his hand came up to rest over her own on his cheek. "Thank you." He said it so quietly, to the point she almost hadn't heard him.

(Y/n) tilted her head in confusion, her thumb continuing to stroke soothing patterns into the apple of his cheek. "For what?" She asked, her tone matching his level, remaining at a quiet volume that held more vulnerability than ever.

A hint of a smile formed on his face, his hand lightly pressing down onto her own. "For everything. For being so understanding and patient, for being so good with Toby, for loving me when I thought no one ever could." There was a tremor when he spoke, paired with a shimmer in his eyes that showed his overflow of emotions in that moment. "You've made me feel more cared for than I ever did in those ten years. I truly owe a lot to you."

She huffed a little at that last part, her stare a mix between fondness and playfully disapproving. "You don't owe me anything, because that's what a good partner is supposed to do." She reminded him gently, shifting her hand slightly under his so she could rub away the tear gathering in his eye. "But... if you want to, a kiss and eating some yummy pancakes will suffice."

That got a laugh out of him, any previous traces of emotional turmoil fully gone and replaced by that lively personality she adored. Harvey gave a dramatic sigh, pretending to look contemplative as he moved her hand from his face, instead interlacing their fingers together beside them.

"So demanding." He shook his head, the faux exasperation in his tone not matching the wide grin on his face. His free hand landed on his waist, nudging her forward until she was against his chest. "I guess, if that's what my future wife wants, she shall receive."

The (H/c)-haired woman blinked at him, before registering what he said and perking up, akin to that of an excited puppy. "Future wife–?"

She never got the chance to finish, for a warmth enveloped her lips, leaving her to eagerly press back. Her free hand raised up, resting on the nape of his neck and entangling in the pink tufts of hair there. Briefly he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, a hum of contentment muffled into it, before she was first to pull away after a few more seconds.

She rested her forehead against his, quietly catching her breath as she basked in the warmth she felt in his presence. "Well, I think we should go back inside and enjoy the pancakes and coffee my future husband made." She grinned, leaning up enough to lightly brush her nose against his own. "Then after that, I'd say some cuddles and extra sleep is mandatory."

He reciprocated her actions, the smile on his face bright enough to put the sun to shame. "Sounds like a plan, honey-bun!" He agreed easily, then without any warning grabbed her waist, using that as leverage to hoist her up into his arms.

A short squeal of surprise left her as her arms and legs quickly wound their way around him for balance, before she burst into a small fit of giggles as she was carried back towards the house. Clearly his enthusiasm had returned, much to her own delight as she happily let him carry her inside.

Things were changing for the better, even if somedays Harvey didn't feel that way. She was here now, and she'd make sure that someday he felt normal and loved again, no matter how long it took to carefully piece back together his broken heart.

He and Toby deserved a better life after those events, and she was going to make sure they both got that.

Chapter 7: How Annoying

Notes:

Gotta be honest, I laughed when I read this request right after the first one was submitted 💀😭 The duality of humanity I guess

I watched Markiplier's playthrough while writing some of the lines for this, and that's kinda how I imagine the reader in this "This is all your fault, not mine. God can't save you now."

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Requested

Type: Angst, gore/violence

Warnings: Graphic depictions of gore/violence, character death

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A pair of dull (E/c) irises stared at the man before her, cold and lifeless, void of that usual light in a normal persons gaze—an indicator of their empathy, their humanity. There wasn't a single hint of that on her (S/c) complexion, that of which now held a few specks and spatters of crimson on it. Not from herself, but from the man in front of her that was torn between cowering away and writhing in pain.

At first she thought this entire booth was a stupid idea. Poking someone – or as the man in front of her called it, 'clicking' – for money? Sounded like a scam and waste of her time. Nonetheless, she did that first experimental tap on his person, only to see he was in fact telling the truth.

It spiraled from that moment on.

After a while poking got boring, to which this pink-haired man – Harvey, he said his name was – suggested a box of items off to the side. The only catch was that she had to pay for them to earn them, restarting her cash balance back to zero. Except with the new item, she'd be able to make money twice as fast, and so on and so forth if she kept repeating the action.

Once she got a glimpse into the items that were offered in said box, some sort of sick glee lit up inside her—a darkness locked away in the depths of her soul that purred at the idea of escaping, even if only for this fleeting moment. It was a temptation she couldn't resist, nor did she even bother to fight off.

He had the items up for sale, so surely this was his own fault. Why on earth would anyone offer these, especially when the implication is to use it on his person? Either he didn't know – as in someone set him up for this torture – or he was plain stupid and naive.

(Y/n) learned it was a little bit of both.

The needle was nothing special, even if it did hurt. It was small pinpricks, so clearly Harvey wasn't very effected by it, in spite of the small droplets of blood that bubbled to the surface when she occasionally dug too far. That was enough to have his charming and energetic persona faltering in the slightest, yet he kept up his cheery smile, even still encouraging her despite the small pricks of pain.

Then came the hammer, and she could see the exact moment the blood drained from his face when she lifted it up from that box. He still tried to keep up that smile, wide eyes filled with disbelief and a tinge of fear as he tried to reason that she wouldn't actually use that on him... right?

Wrong.

The startled scream that came out of him when she slammed the hammer down full force on his shoulder was like music to her ears. There might have been a crack of a bone along with it, but she couldn't care less, continuing to use the hammer where ever her hands could reach—his hands, his arms, his shoulders, his chest, his face, his head. No area was off limits, not when his rising fear filled her with such pleasure, or when the numbers for her money continued to rise.

Harvey's pleas fell on deaf ears—if anything, they only annoyed her. This was his booth and his items, this whole concept was his idea, and it was too late to back out now. If he truly believed that everyone who encountered him was a good civilian that wouldn't hurt a fly, then that was his own damn fault. He should've known better than to trust humanity like that.

The money was ticking up faster than usual, and within no time she had reached her new goal. Harvey was dazed while she went to rummage through the box, every part of his body aching with newly forming bruises, or burning from fractured bones where she had decided to hit extra hard. There might have been some brief hope while he leaned against the booth to recover for a bit, but it was quickly squashed the minute the (H/c)-haired woman came back into view.

The grin on her face could only be described as unhinged, a cruel gleam in her eyes while she held up a sharp pair of scissors. It was enough to make his stomach churn, terror filling every nerve of his body when he realized this woman clearly wasn't going to listen to reason. That didn't mean he didn't try, a desperate part of him hoping it'd work at some point and this could be over.

"Please, please tell me you're not going to use those on me! That's a big no-no, buddy!" His words were rushed and panicked, clearly more on edge than ever after seeing the sharp blades. Somehow, the hammer didn't seem as bad now.

The smile on her face twitched, forming into a glower at the sound of his begging. He continued his blabbering for a second, trying to get her to switch back to the feather – hell, even the needle was alright at this point – but she wasn't listening to any of it.

This guy was irritating. He needed to shut up and let her get her money—maybe then it'd be over quicker for both of them.

"Please, we can go back to any of the other items! I'll even take the hammer, if that's what you want! Just, please, don't use that—!"

Splat!

Drops of warm blood splattered onto her face, her expression entirely blank as she observed the scissors that were now lodged in his right eye. As quickly as she had done so she yanked them back out, watching with morbid intrigue as the eyeball detached from the socket from the force. A gorey hole was left behind, crimson blood leaking from the wound and creating dark rivulets down his pale cheek.

There was a tense second of silence where Harvey simply stood in shock, the pupil of his good eye contracted to a tiny circle, brimmed with nothing but horror. It was as if time had stopped for a short moment, before the physical sensations finally caught up, pain exploding in that area. His hands flew up to cover the wound as a guttural yell filled with pure agony left him.

"You... What the hell?! My eye! Oh god, my eye!" The pink-haired man before her crumbled in on himself, his hands cradling over the empty socket in disbelief. His good eye flickered all over the place, to what she assumed was him coming to terms with the fact that he could only see through one now—the fact that she had actually committed that horrendous act.

She simply watched as he devolved into a fit of betrayal, anger, disgust and fear—the first of which she found laughable. He explicitly said he trusted her, yet she gave him no reason to as a stranger who he knew nothing about. It wasn't her fault he decided to be so trusting. People should never assume what another person's intentions are, good or bad, until they could see for themselves.

Unfortunately, Harvey had to learn that the hard way.

While she enjoyed using the scissors, cutting up his clothes or using the blades to stab and cut at his skin, she'd admit his rambling and pleading was getting on her nerves. She didn't mind the noises, the screams, yelps and whimpers of pain, those were enjoyable knowing she was the cause of them. His words however? Yeah, she'd prefer if he shut up for two seconds. She thought she'd made it obvious she wasn't stopping anytime soon, so his begs were hardly necessary.

By the time her annoyance was starting to boil over, that satisfied smirk turning into a harsh scowl, the ding of the shop notification rang out. Immediately her mood reset, perking up like a kid on Christmas while Harvey was left panting and whining against the booth, unable to fully stand at this point from the pain burning and aching all over his upper body.

(Y/n) rose a curious eyebrow as she took out a box of matches, before a mischievous grin spread across her face. She practically skipped back to the front of the booth, (E/c) eyes inhumanly dull and dark as she watched the way Harvey was struggling to keep himself upright. If possible the smile on her face grew wider when his one eye landed on the item in her hand, his brows furrowing incredulously before a hollow bark of a laugh left him, clearly not believing what was about to happen next.

"A... match? What, are you going to set me on fire?! That's it, I've had enough!" His voice was rough and shaky, despite how firm he tried to sound. It was amusing, to see his trembling form while he was still trying to force her to stop, as if he had any control over the matter.

Such a sad, pathetic man.

She took a step closer, a dark pleasure running through her when Harvey instinctively flinched back. Yet his feet remained glued to the floor, like he was paralyzed on the spot and could do nothing to escape her. Which, to her annoyance for the umpteenth time, lead to him begging again.

"Look, I'm sorry if I've been a bit... overdramatic, but this is where I draw the line! No more!" He cried out, the firmness that was once in his voice quickly dying out as his eye widened, akin to that of a puppy begging its owner for something. "You win, okay? You're the best clicker ever, n–now please, I'm begging you... Just stop before things get really bad!"

Tears were beginning to leak from his one good eye, mixing with one of the cuts along his face and creating a light red stream down the left side of his face. For a moment she simply stared, as if pretending to contemplate his words and her decisions from that point on, only to get his hopes up.

She was too far gone at this point, there was no stopping now. Plus, all this pain wouldn't be worth it with the little amount of money she had left from buying the new item, she had to make up for it.

She swiftly lit the match against the side of the box, a smile on her lips that was anything but sweet as she pressed it against a part of his clothes. The flame eagerly licked up material, burning through it and singeing the skin underneath, before his hands were quick to pat it away. It was the first time he had taken his hands away from his eye wound, allowing her to see the deep, dark gaping hole that was left behind, fresh blood still leaking from it to cover the drying streaks on his skin.

(Y/n) barely gave him a chance to recover, repeating the process over and over again to different parts of his body, even setting some of his pink, fluffy hair on fire for fun. It was entertaining to see him frantically patting himself down, desperately trying to stop the fire from spreading even though the damage was already done to various spots. He was a wreck, and it was such a delicious sight.

Just when she was enjoying herself, he had to open his damn mouth again, causing her lips to purse in frustration. Did this man ever shut up?

"Oh please, no more! I'll give you anything, just don't do this!" He was sobbing and heaving, whimpers and whines of agony mixing in with his words while his shaking hands kept him upright on the booth. His gaze could no longer meet hers, staring down at the wooden surface in a petrified manner. "I've got friends, family, a pet gerbil! Think of the people who care about me beyond this!"

She could only roll her eyes at his attempt to appeal to her humanity, as if she had any. If she did, then clearly she wouldn't have been doing any of this in the first place. This man really wasn't the brightest, was he? Whatever, she supposed she'd just have to keep tuning out his begs for mercy while she tried to find untouched areas on his body to burn.

To her annoyance, he didn't stop even as she continued trying to light him on fire. For someone that was simultaneously weak from previous injuries and focused on stopping multiple fires from spreading, he sure did have a lot of energy to keep fucking talking.

"I'll– I can give you a bonus! Yeah, if you stop now I'll double your money!" He quickly sputtered out that offer, finally meeting her gaze with that hopeful look she couldn't stand. "Actually, I'll give you all the money in the booth, just have mercy!" His voice broke at the end, devolving into an odd mix between a whine and a sob.

It did sound like a tempting offer at first, until she realized she wouldn't get to play with her new toy anymore. Sure, she'd get all the money she wanted, but she could still do that while having her fun. Not to mention there was one specific item in that box she was looking forward to, and she was so close to getting that.

She couldn't give up now.

He was promptly ignored as she continued with her actions, occasionally having to light other matches when the ones she'd use would burn out. But he still continued to plead, saying something about a wife and son—she didn't really care to listen. No, she merely tried to light more of him on fire quicker, growing agitated by the fact that he wouldn't shut up already.

"Why won't you stop? Stop it, for the love of everything holy!"

"I–I'm sorry, okay? Whatever I did, I'm sorry!"

"My life is worth more than this game, please, have mercy on me!"

Each imploring word that left him only fueled the fire burning inside of her, and when she heard that familiar ding, she rushed over to the box to yank out the item she had been waiting for. The knife felt light in her hand, the stainless steal gleaming in the sunlight—she couldn't wait to drench it in his blood.

Harvey blanched at the sight of it, his hand raising as if to guard himself. "A knife? God damn it! You're going to kill me over this, aren't you?!" He cried, his eye squeezing shut like this was some horrible nightmare he would soon wake up from. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god... I don't deserve any of this..! Look at me, I'm begging you, don't do this!"

He was begging her, and that was the problem. Maybe there was a way she could get that mouth of his to stop moving.

Swiftly she lifted the knife, driving it forward before he could properly react—not like he could do anything, anyway. The blade cut through his flesh like butter, slicing through the skin and muscle against the left side of his mouth, before she forcefully dragged it to the side, uncaring to the gut-wrenching scream that tore through him while she did so.

She yanked it back out, a deep, bloody gash now carved through his mouth up to his cheek, exposing spongy bits of flesh and his teeth underneath. A delighted smirk curled on her lips while she observed her work, hoping he'd now stop blabbering once and for all, since it'd likely hurt too much for him to move his mouth.

To her displeasure, it wasn't.

"A–ah, fuck! You sadistic bastard!" He weakly screamed at her, his trembling words coated in an anger she didn't think he had in him. It didn't last long, for a second later he practically collapsed against the booth, looking entirely defeated. "..Fine then. Have your sick fucking way with me! I don't care anymore!"

Finally, she wouldn't have to listen to him speak anymore while she tore him to shreds. She gave a satisfied hum, already using the knife to cut, slice and stab into parts of his body, even reaching over towards his back now that he was slumped over. Harvey merely laid there, flinching and moaning in pain, which she was more than happy with.

Until he started talking, again.

"A... ahh... No more..."

"Please... I can't... I–I can't take it..."

"Just kill me already... I can't... I can't bear it..."

By this point his last plead was far too tempting to ignore, her irritation at an all time high with his constant wailing. So, she used her free hand to grab a fistful of his pink pompadour, a harsh whimper leaving his lips as she yanked his head upwards from where it was slumped against the booth.

Harvey must've been in some daze before, the pain making him slur out words he didn't mean, for the panic quickly rushed back into him full force. "Wait, wait! What're you doing..? Please, no more, just leave me alone!" He whined, weakly trying to struggle against her grasp, only to wince when her fingers curled tighter around the tufts of hair she held.

Wordlessly she raised the knife up, slowly positioning it against the center of his neck. Immediately all his movements stopped, even his breathing momentarily pausing as he became paralyzed to the spot, knowing one single movement could cause the blade to dig into his skin.

A harsh, shaky breath left him after what felt like forever, his watery eye staring up at her. "Please... please don't..." It was a mere whisper, as if he were afraid speaking louder would trigger something in her. "I'm sorry if I upset you, just please, don't... don't do this..." He tried to stifle a sob that threatened to claw its way up his throat, resulting in an odd, whiny sound.

(Y/n) didn't move a muscle, raising an eyebrow at the scene before her while she pushed the blade a smidge closer. It bit into his skin, a thin line of blood forming and dribbling down from where the metal met flesh. A hiss left him at the sting there, yet he didn't dare move at all, the only movement bring the wobble of his bottom lip and the trembling of his arms against the booth.

"Please, please, please..." He whimpered, his eye squeezing shut while his hands clawed at the wooden surface of the stand. "You can have all the money, and I won't tell anyone about this... just please, let me live..." The desperation was evident in his tone and the way he couldn't seem to catch his breath, struggling to get enough air while also not wanting to push his throat further against the blade on his neck.

Unfortunately for him, she'd had enough of his pleading. Plus, she could just grab the cash anyway once he was silenced for good. He didn't need to worry, she'd make it quick for him.

Harvey's eye shot open, a sharp gasp leaving him as the blade left his skin with a swift slice. Both of his hands quickly raised up to cover the wound that was gushing blood from his neck, causing his entire body to fall to the ground due to the lack of stability.

(Y/n) let the knife clatter on top of the booth, walking around at a leisurely pace to the other side. The pink-haired man was slumped against his chair and the ground, hands clawing at his neck to stop the blood flow while gurgled noises left him as he choked on his own blood—no words, pleads or begs though, much to her satisfaction.

She paid the dying man little mind, instead crouching down to the hollow bottom of the booth that had some suitcases in it. Grabbing one and popping it open, she was met with the sight of neatly wrapped stacks of cash, causing her to beam at the sight. She closed it back up, throwing that one along with the others on top of the booth for her to take with her.

A tug on her pant leg caught her attention when she stood back up. She shifted her gaze down to Harvey, who weakly held onto the fabric while he stared up at her, clearly trying to say something but failing. She couldn't help but smirk at that, happy that her attempt to shut him up this time had been successful.

With that cruel smile never faltering she leaned down, her face uncomfortably close to his own. A little blood spattered onto her face as he choked, yet she didn't care, intently focused on the light that was slowly dying from his eye.

She hadn't spoken a single word to this man yet, so she decided she might as well get a few words in. "You know, you shouldn't be so annoying. Maybe then I would've let you live." She hummed, her hand raising up to twirl a strand of his pink hair around her finger. "But thanks for the money, bud!" She chirped, pressing a mocking kiss to his forehead before pulling away completely.

(Y/n) didn't cast him another glance, gathering her cases of money from the stand before she skipped all the way back to her van.

Chapter 8: Another One

Notes:

This is smut, so obviously if that makes you uncomfortable, then don't read.

Haven't written smut in a while, so I'm a little rusty 😭 I used to write it all the time, and now I suck at describing things 🫠 Hopefully it's not too bad lol

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Requested

Type: Smut

Warnings: Hickeys, lovebites, biting/scratching, begging, breeding kink

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The front door to the house slowly creaked open, a head of (H/c) hair peaking in not a second after. Her eyes scanned the area as she stepped inside, bumping the door shut behind her while in the process of slipping off her heels. Next went her purse and keys, tossed onto the sofa table beside the front door.

Seeing no sign of her partner yet, she began to wander further into the house. "Harvey?" She called out, taking a moment to peek into the living room and kitchen. No sign of him in either of them, but she took note of the freshly made (F/f) cookies sitting on the counter, snatching up two of them on her way out.

It didn't take long for her to get a response, hearing a faint, 'Upstairs, love!' some seconds after she had yelled his name. Immediately she went to follow it, bare feet padding against the carpeted floor as she bounded up the stairs like an eager puppy, all while she began stuffing a cookie in her mouth. As always, it was absolutely delicious—everything he made was.

Eventually she found herself wandering into their shared bedroom, noticing the pink-haired man was in the process of folding some clothes. Upon her entry those light blue eyes of his flickered over to her, only to crinkle at the edges from both fondness and amusement.

"Ah, I see you already found the cookies." He stated with a grin, to which she nodded happily while chowing down on the other one. He took notice of her actions with a hint of worry, leading to his next offer. "Are you hungry? There's leftovers in the fridge I can heat up for you, or I can make you something else, if you'd like."

Her face softened, a warmth blooming in her chest at his thoughtfulness—one of the many reasons she loved him so dearly. He was always thinking of others, of herself, regardless of himself and his needs.

"Thank you, but I'm okay." She replied back gently, moving further into the room so she could sit on the edge of their bed. It was then she noticed the lack of another presence, which would usually be yapping her ear off by now. "Where's Toby?"

Harvey perked up, continuing to fold the last bit of clothes he had while talking. "Oh, we went to visit your mother today, and he decided he wanted to spend the night there." He answered happily at first, until he gave a brief pause, a sheepish look forming on his face as if he realized something. "I hope that's okay with you. I should've asked first."

(Y/n) blinked, a little incredulous at that last statement. "Babe, you don't need my permission to drop your son off at my mom's." She said slowly, emphasizing that one word—a reminder that she really had no say over what he did, since it was solely his child.

A hint of red began to appear on his cheeks, likely embarrassed that he'd forget about that fact. "Ah, right, of course. You're just so good with him. Sometimes I forget he's not..." He trailed off awkwardly, the implication there along with a painful reminder of the past.

She watched him with worried eyes while he shuffled around the room to put the clothes away. "Even if he's not mine, you know I love him. That'll never change." She murmured, her voice as delicate as a flower since she knew that topic could easily become a sensitive one.

To her relief, when Harvey turned around his expression held no distress, and was rather a mixture of contentment and adoration. There was also a hint of nervousness that hid underneath those two, she noticed. When he went to take a seat on the bed beside her, it was evident with the way his hands slightly fidgeted.

Without thinking she reached out, gently resting her hand over his own on his lap and thumbing her thumb along his knuckles. A sigh left him, shaky with nerves as one of his hands slipped away to place on top of hers, cradling it between both of his own.

For a moment he stared down at their hands in silence with a smile on his face, basking in the peaceful atmosphere before speaking. "I know that, honey-bun. And I appreciate you for that, I really do." His voice held nothing but gratitude as he looked at her, causing her lips to curl upwards into a warm smile. "But I've been thinking, about..."

(Y/n) watched as he was suddenly unable to meet her eyes, that red flush returning to his cheeks. She tilted her head, attempting to meet his gaze but to no avail. "About..?" She repeated the word curiously, wanting to know what was going on in that pretty head of his.

Harvey's fingers mindlessly messed around with her hand, pressing and caressing as he rolled it around his grasp. He was hesitating, unsure about the topic, yet eventually blurted it out anyway. "Would you ever want a child of your own?"

She blinked, processing the abrupt question and answering rather quickly. "I guess someday I would. Why?" The last question was unnecessary, for she perked up not a second later, finally understanding what this entire conversation was for. "Oh, I see. You want to have a baby with me!" She laughed a little, finding his behavior amusing now.

"If that's something you want, of course." He said softly and sincerely, clearly wanting to ensure it was something she wanted, too. "I thought it could be nice if Toby had a sibling. But if you don't want to, that's perfectly fine. I don't want to pressure you into—"

His last words had her rolling her eyes slightly. Sometimes he was a little too considerate.

With a mischievous grin, she cut him off mid-sentence as her free hand raised to press against his chest. While he fell backwards onto the bed with a surprised noise, she quickly clambered on top of him, throwing one of her legs over his hips to straddle him there. How she adored the way his face lit up in a light, rosy red color while those crystalline blue eyes widened, akin to a stunned deer in headlights.

"I love you, but you think too much." She said with a laugh, her hands resting on the expanse of his clothed chest. Teasingly she began to drag a nail downwards, stopping just short of his hips and listening to the way his breath hitched. "Less thinking, more doing."

A shuddered breath left the man below her, the previous tension in his muscles ebbing away. "So, that's a yes?" He mumbled, a quick confirmation that he understood what she was implying.

(Y/n) gave a fake contemplative hum, trailing her finger back up until it met his chin, where her thumb also pressed down to keep him in her grasp. "Depends." A smirk formed on her face, her thumb briefly tugging downward to part his lips, feeling his warm breaths on her skin as they slowly turned unsteady. "We'll have to see if you fuck me good enough." She purred, her words accompanied by a slow, tortuous roll of her hips.

A low, throaty groan came from the man below her, his hands latching onto her hips on instinct. The doubt from earlier vanished within an instant, replaced by a carnal desire that was evident in those dark, lidded irises and dilated pupils.

"Oh, that won't be an issue, darling." Within an instant she found herself on her back, their positions swapped as he now hovered above her with a smirk. "You just lay there and look pretty, while I do all the work."

She gave a pleased hum, leaning upwards so her lips hovered a mere breath away from his own. "Mm, don't have to tell me twice." Was all she murmured before closing the gap between them, lips molding into his in an affectionate kiss.

At first it was soft and slow, albeit messy due to their own eagerness. It wasn't long before she was deepening the kiss, one of her hands gripping a handful of pink hair to urge him impossibly closer, wanting nothing more than to drown in him. She swallowed up the groan that left him, allowing her easy access as her tongue lapped into his awaiting mouth, brushing along lips, teeth and tongue.

Harvey was the first to pull away, leaving her panting for breath and slightly dissatisfied. The feeling was short-lived when his lips met the corner of her mouth, trailing along her cheek, jaw and neck in open mouthed kisses that had her sighing in delight. Her head tilted to the opposite side, exposing more of her neck to his awaiting mouth.

A soft press of the lips met her (S/c) skin first, followed by a warm, wet sensation that had her shuddering, until the light sting of teeth coaxed a breathy moan from her. The process was repeated, varying between bites and sucking, that of which she knew would leave multiple marks behind she'd have to cover up—not that she minded one bit.

She'd return the favor eventually.

Distracted by the attention on her neck, she barely registered the warmth of his hands sliding under the hem of her shirt, too busy trying not to squirm when teeth grazed that one sensitive spot, right on the junction where her neck and collar met. She took a second to raise her arms above her head when it became bunched around her shoulders, only for a short whine to escape her, seeing as he had to pull away enough for him to fully take it off. She was left with a dull ache both on her neck and between her legs, the latter of which was becoming increasingly more prominent.

A chuckle left the man above her, her shirt quickly discarded before he faced her with a grin. "Needy, aren't you?" He teased, his hand raising to lightly brush his fingers along the red blemishes left on her neck. "Don't worry, darling. I'll take good care of you."

His lips crashed into hers and she reciprocated the action fervently, her teeth playfully nipping when possible and tongue messily slipping into his mouth whenever a low, delectable noise escaped from his throat. While her hands cupped his face to keep him close, his own went underneath her back, arching her up enough to unhook the clasps of her bra. With a shrug of her shoulders that was soon tossed away as well, joining her shirt on the bedroom floor.

Air ran thin between them, breaths coming out in shallow pants in-between heated kisses, until she had to break away to properly catch her breath. A thin string of saliva was all that connected their parted lips, slowly pooling in the center until it broke and dripped onto her heaving chest below.

Harvey's eyes followed the motion, taking the time to let his gaze roam over her exposed upper half, light blue eyes now a darker shade as he admired the tantalizing sight—her lidded, dark (E/c) eyes and swollen, rosy lips that glistened with saliva, along with her bare chest, rising and falling with each inhale and exhale while she laid there panting, her (S/c) skin flushed and glossy in some areas.

It felt like the wind got knocked out of him by simply looking at her, his gaze a mixture of hunger and adoration. "I don't think I tell you this enough, but you're breathtaking, my love." His voice was a murmur, breathy and low, each word coated in yearning—a burning desire to please the most beautiful woman he had the honor to call his own.

An airy laugh left her. "I'd beg to differ, since I'm pretty sure you tell me that every single day." (Y/n) replied, yet she sounded more than pleased at that fact. "But, I'm not opposed to hearing it more." She added on flirtatiously, a mischievous smile on her lips as her tongue slowly slid over them, swiping away their mixed saliva along them.

His gaze honed in on the action, pupils dilating and words breathless. "Once a day isn't nearly enough." He groaned, leaning down to place a soft, warm kiss down the valley of her breasts, those hooded eyes never once leaving her face. "I don't think you understand the effect you have on me."

The smirk on her face widened, clearly taking that as a challenge. "Baby, I'm well aware of that." She purred while throwing one of her legs around his waist, forcing his lower half against her own as she rolled her hips up.

His moan was muffled against her skin, lips remaining pressed there as he practically melted into her touch. One of his hands dug into her hip, keeping her tilted upwards as he grinded against her in return, coaxing a stifled, satisfied noise that mixed with his own. It felt like torture and bliss all at once, a delicious friction that was pleasant yet not nearly enough—a maddening combination that she was already losing her mind at.

(Y/n) huffed and panted, unable to help the buck of her hips into his own, trying to satisfy that burning ache below. "Please, just fuck me already. I need you inside me." She whined, patience wearing thin when she could feel the weight of him on top of her, along with the hardness of his bulge pressing right against where she needed him most. "Take your clothes off already and fuck me, please."

Between the twitches and jerks of her hips and the whiny begs, Harvey was already falling apart at the seams. "Oh god, you're going to be the death of me." He mumbled, immediately complying to her wishes as deft fingers began undoing the buttons of his shirt, casting it aside to join the other clothes.

She watched with rapt attention, silently admiring the pink-haired man above her and only becoming more restless. He always called her beautiful, yet she'd argue he was more so than her, with all that toned muscle and smooth, pale skin, like a greek statue come to life. He was devastatingly attractive, and it only added to the wetness pooling below when he tugged at the skirt around her hips.

Eagerly she lifted her hips, allowing him to hook his thumbs in the martial and slide them downwards, her underwear getting caught along with them. While he did so her own hands busied themselves with his pants, shamelessly cupping and pressing against the hardness there while she undid them—the quiet, shaky moans and whimpers it drew from him were nothing short of delicious.

Eventually he pushed her hands away, much to her distaste, even though she had been feeling him up instead of actually working on getting his pants off. He did it for her – not without sending her a light-hearted glare that she innocently smiled at – pants and underwear joining her own on the floor. She watched him the entire time, hunger burning in her gaze the minute it landed on what she had been waiting for.

She balanced herself on her elbows, already bending and spreading her legs to accommodate him, to which he let out an amused exhale at her unabashed eagerness. It was like a silent demand, one he easily complied to as he settled between her legs, palms resting on her waist and drawing gentle patterns along the skin there.

"You really are desperate." Harvey teased, leaning down to lightly nudge his nose against her own in an affectionate manner. A quiet puff of air left her, the impatient noise causing a smirk to curl on his lips. "Can you say please for me one more time, baby?"

(Y/n) sighed, her warm breath ghosting over his face as she debated whether to comply, or be difficult. While the latter was usually fun, she could feel everything that was making her all the more hot and bothered—his hips slotted against hers, where her wetness was dripping from her lower lips, smearing against the warm, hard cock that rested against her cunt. It was driving her insane, to the point she didn't think she could handle any playful fighting this time around.

Her arm looped around Harvey's shoulder, fingers pressing into the upper muscles of his back. She slid her face past his own, nudging it against his jaw as she peppered kisses there up to his ear, where her teeth lightly nipped at his lobe. The warmth of his breath stuttered against her, slowly devolving into an uneven pattern that let her know he was as desperate as she was—but she already knew that.

A hum left her as she lightly bit his ear again, before letting her tongue slowly brush along it. "Please, Harvey. I need you to fuck me." She begged, voice a soft whine brimmed with need and desperation. Then, after a short pause, a hint of mischief slipped into her tone. "Put a baby inside me, please."

His breath hitched beside her, before a low, shaky curse spilled from his lips. "Fuck." His hands were already grabbing at her hips below, and it didn't take long for her to feel the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, causing her stomach to flutter in excited anticipation.

Slowly her (E/c) eyes rolled up, a broken moan leaving her as he sunk inside her, inch by inch, while her walls stretched to accommodate the fullness inside her. Her hips twitched, struggling to keep still as that pressure inside her built, her nails scratching at the skin of his back to keep her grounded. No matter how many times they were intimate, she'd never get over how utterly full and breathless he left her.

With a roll of his hips he bottomed out inside her, her soft mewl mixing in the air with his quiet moan as the two adjusted to the feeling. She already felt like a mess, shaking and panting in his grasp while her hips subconsciously arched into him, one of her legs shifting to hook behind his hips.

Immediately his hand slipped under her thigh, helping her keep it there. "Feel good, love?" After a minute of silence he gently asked that question, earning a nod and more than pleased hum in return. "Good. Tell me if that changes." He added on in a murmur, pressing a tender kiss to her shoulder.

Again she simply hummed, warm and fuzzy from his consideration and gentleness, but her desperation was quickly overruling both of those feelings. She rolled her hips into his, sucking in a sharp breath at the spark of pleasure that came with it. "Please, please..."

To her relief, those two breathless pleads were all the confirmation Harvey needed for her comfort. Slowly he pulled his hips back until only the tip was left inside her, before burying all the way back into her fluttering walls in one smooth motion. She quivered from the mind-numbing sensation, from being filled to the brim, so deeply and deliciously.

Whines, whimpers and moans were quick to leave her lips once he set a steady pace, each thrust gently rocking her against the bed. Her opposite arm went to join the other, both hands clutching at his back as his muscles flexed underneath her fingertips, adding onto the pool of fluids that leaked onto his cock. Even more so when his free hand found her other thigh, hoisting it up to wrap around his waist with the other—an action that had him burying that much deeper inside of her, much to her delight.

Her head tilted back with a moan, hips jerking forward when he thrusted back in and managed to find that sweet spot that had her seeing imaginary stars. "There! Oh god, right there, please..!" She pleaded breathlessly, all the air in her lungs escaping in harsh pants while her entire body felt like it was on fire.

A low chuckle vibrated against her collarbone, where a sweet kiss was placed right after. "There?" His tone was teasing, paired by a particularly rough thrust that had drew a cry from her. His playfulness didn't last long, in no better state than her as his voice broke into a whimper against her skin. "Fuck, you feel so good... so tight and warm."

Her nails raked up his back, enough to leave bright red marks in their wake—an unknown payback for earlier. Much like herself he didn't seem to care, the additional sting causing him to whimper, a low and pitiful sound in his throat that had her clenching around him. He was always so noisy and loud, and god if it didn't turn her on more than anything to hear every little moan and whine he made.

She tried to grab onto him, clawing at his skin in a poor attempt to stabilize herself while he fucked into her. Each slam of his hips left her breathless, eyes barely open and glazed over from the pleasure that seemed to short-circuit her brain. That familiar coil was winding tight inside her, low and hot in her belly, ready to snap at any moment.

She buried her face in his neck, messy pink hair tickling at her face as tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. "Mmh, so close, please..!" She squeezed her eyes shut, thighs tightening around his hips as she rolled into each push, mewling everytime his cockhead hit that soft spot inside her cunt.

Harvey groaned against her collarbone, grip tightening on her thighs as he kept her impossibly close. "Hah–h, me too..." He murmured breathlessly, pace shifting into quick and shallow thrusts, rather than slow and deep. A strangled noise left him when he could feel her plush walls flutter and tighten around his cock, and one of his hands quickly detached from her thigh, slotting itself between them to rub over her clit. "Cum for me, love."

The extra stimulation was enough to push her over the edge, sobbing in relief as that coil inside her finally snapped. "Oh fuck, Harvey..!" His name left her like a prayer, babbling it over and over again as her release washed over her in euphoric waves. "Fuck, hha–h, please..! Fill me up, please, please, please..!"

He cursed, hips stuttering against her own at the feeling of her walls tightening around him and her mindless, breathy pleads. "God, (Y/n)!" His voice broke apart at the end, barely holding himself together as he managed a few more thrusts and circles around her clit to let her down from her high.

His fingers dug into each side of her hips, sure enough to leave bruising as he stilled against her. A mix of moans, whimpers and pants left him while he spilled inside her, ropes of warm cum filling her up with each gentle rock of his hips, pushing and burying it further inside her. After a few seconds he went lax against her, leaving the two to quietly catch their breath.

(Y/n) was in pure bliss, basking in the feeling of her post-orgasm glow while she calmed down. She barely registered Harvey unwrapping her legs from him and pulling away, only to lay beside her and rest his head on top of her chest. Immediately her hand found his hair, the pink strands disheveled and damp as she combed through them with her fingers, coaxing a content hum from the back of his throat.

Her other hand came up, cradling his head to her chest as she pressed a kiss on his temple. While she did so his arm found its way around her waist, pulling her in so he could snuggle closer. Every little motion felt relaxing and tender, a soft affection for them to revel in afterwards.

There was a beat of silence, nothing but their slowly leveling breaths in the room, before he spoke. "Do you think it worked?" He asked, voice hushed as to not break the comfortable atmosphere, yet playful due to the implication.

A hushed laugh escaped her as she shook her head. "I mean, I'd say you fucked me pretty good. So yeah, probably." Was her joking response, his quiet laughter vibrating against her chest. "I think I know how to make sure it works, though." She added on slyly, twirling a pink strand of his hair around her finger.

When Harvey glanced up, his lidded gaze narrowed in suspicion at the devious grin on her face. "And what would that be?"

He barely had time to process, letting out a startled noise as she pushed him off of her and onto his back, before climbing on top of him. The grin she had was full-fledged now, staring down at the man below her like he was her prey that she was ready to devour.

"We try again. But this time, I'm on top."

Chapter 9: My Savior

Notes:

Two people requested a yandere oneshot, so here you go :) Reader knows how to fight in this huehehe

I usually make my yandere fics pretty dark and disturbing, but I decided this time with the description of the request to make it more on the fluffy side, so Harvey's basically just a lovesick puppy in most of this lol

But if you guys want a dark and unhinged yandere fic, I'm your girl, just let me know ;)

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Requested

Type: Yandere, fluff

Warnings: Some gore/violence, obsessive behavior

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It had started out as a mindless drive, a distraction to take her mind off the stress of everyday life. She didn't have a particular destination in mind, simply guiding her car down whatever path her hands took her towards, all while occasionally sipping on a (F/f) slushie she bought from a nearby gas station.

Unfortunately, the universe didn't want her to have a relaxing day today, as she'd soon find out.

(Y/n) found herself on a winding dirt road in the middle of nowhere, with lush green hills as the only sight for miles. Not that she minded, as the scenery was soothing to look at, and the thought of being isolated from the busyness of the nearby city brought an odd sense of relief to her.

She continued to drive along the path, one hand on the wheel while the other held her slushie, happily sipping up the frozen, sugary goodness. A moment after she had set it back down, her eyebrows furrowed together, spotting something in the distance that she couldn't quite make out.

Her eyes squinted while her car continued its approach, allowing her to see the silhouettes better. So far it looked like two people, one stationed behind a booth while the other stood in front of it, likely making some sort of transaction. Normally she wouldn't have batted an eye at it, but something about the scene just felt... off.

Who in their right mind would be selling anything out in the middle of nowhere?

The closer she got, the more her easygoing demeanor began to fade away, a creeping sense of apprehension taking its place. She couldn't pinpoint the reason behind that sinking feeling, only that something didn't feel right, like a sixth sense that was begging her to stop and turn around.

She listened to the prior action, easing on her brakes until the vehicle came to a halt in the middle of the road. Though she found herself unable to comply with the second plead in her mind. As her (E/c) eyes took in the scene ahead of her – now only so far away and clearer than before – she understood why she felt so uneasy about it.

The figure in front of the stand was hooded, so she was unable to make out any defining features. That hardly mattered when she could see what they were holding as clear as day—a needle, which she realized they were using to poke the poor man that stood behind the booth. It obviously wasn't a very painful method of assault, but she also had no clue why they were even doing it. In her eyes, this stranger decided to go out of their way to hurt this random man.

Should she step in? She was a little hesitant about that idea, the isolation part of this location suddenly feeling a lot less safe. Then again, she couldn't not do anything and just watch as this man got pricked by a needle over and over again. It already felt wrong that she was just watching it happen, every little prick causing a flinch that was accompanied by nervous laughter or what she assumed were pleading words.

The urge to help and the desire to flee fought around in her head for a moment longer. Her hand unknowingly shifted her car into park, as if her body had made up the decision before her mind did—an intuition towards the disaster that was going to unfold soon.

She was glad she did, because the moment she saw that person grab a hammer, she was already sprinting out of her car. Her purse was hastily grabbed in the process, a safety precaution due to the pepper spray and stun gun she always kept in there.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!"

The abruptness of her shout was enough to startled the person, who immediately dropped the hammer on the surface of the booth. They whipped around in her direction as she was rushing towards them, taking only a second to register the new presence before scrambling to pick up the hammer again.

It was too late by then, for she slammed into their side with as much force as she could muster, sending the tool flying from their hand and their body crashing to the ground. The person tried to scramble to their feet, throwing a punch in her direction that she was quick to dodge, her own hand shooting out to latch onto their wrist.

With a sharp pull and upwards slam of her knee, a sickening crack followed by a scream echoed in the air. Stunned from the jarring pain, (Y/n) was able to throw them onto the ground, her movements swift as she dug her heel into their back and grabbed their good arm. She pulled and twisted it behind them, until they were crying out from discomfort.

Turns out those self-defense lessons actually paid off. She didn't even have to use the tools in her purse, which now laid somewhere in the grass.

"What the hell were you doing just now?" She barked out, glaring down at the person that squirmed underneath the pressure of her foot. It was silent, a refusal on their end to answer, to which she dug her heel further into their spine. "Were you seriously going to hit this man with a hammer?"

She couldn't hide the disbelief in her voice as she eyed the hammer that fell off to the side. The poking with the needle was cruel on its own, but had she not ran up to them, one good hit with that hammer could've easily shattered a bone. Unfortunately for them, they ended up being the one to experience that pain.

The stranger groaned uncomfortably, no longer squirming after the force against their back intensified. "I–I'm sorry! Please, just let me go!" Was all they cried out, still unwilling to answer her quesiton—or rather not wanting to admit what their intentions were.

She huffed under her breath, slightly annoyed by their avoidance, but she didn't have the energy to put up with this much longer. Even if they admitted it – she knew that's what they were doing regardless – it's not like it would affect anything. She wasn't a police officer that could haul them away, so she supposed using their newfound fear and pain to scare them off would have to do.

"Fine, but if you don't leave right away, I'll break your other arm." She threatened, pulling harder on said arm as another cry of agony left them. "And if I ever see you near this man again, I'll break every bone in your body, got it?" That was a total bluff, but it appeared they bought into it from how they were shaking underneath her.

They continued to squirm around, a mixture of cries and groans mixing in with their words. "Yes, yes! I'm sorry... I'll never come back, I promise..!" They sobbed, the regret and terror in their voice palpable enough that she finally let go of them completely.

(Y/n) stepped a good distance away, tense and prepared for them to try anything. Thankfully they didn't, using what strength they had left to scramble up to their feet and rush away without looking back, all while cradling their injured arm close to their chest. Once they were further away she visibly sagged with relief, unaware to the pounding of her own heart until then.

Fuck, she hoped she never had another encounter like that ever again. Her heart felt like it was about to beat straight out of her chest from the adrenaline coursing through her body.

A soft clearing of the throat snapped her out of her daze, quickly shifting her attention to the man behind the booth—who she now realized had pink hair, much to her amusement. It was cute though, as were the rest of his matching pastel clothes.

"You, uh, you dropped this, miss..." His voice was quiet, sounding as breathless as she felt while he held out an item to her. Hanging off of his fingers was her purse that had been flung off to the side during their scuffle.

She gratefully took it from him, a quick peek confirming that he had been sweet enough to put all the contents back inside for her. "Thank you! But uh, are you okay..?" The glee in that first phrase faded within an instant, replaced with genuine concern as she scanned over his form.

From what she could see it was nothing serious, only miniscule puncture wounds due to the needle, along with some small sized holes poked through his suit. Had she not shown up, she feared he would've ended up in a lot worse condition—she didn't even want to think about how far that person would've gone if no one stopped them.

Yet the pink-haired man didn't even look fazed by the incident anymore, perking up like a ray of sunshine on a rainy day. She was a little taken aback by how he was able to do a complete one-eighty after what was about to unfold before.

"Yes, absolutely! I'm wonderful, now that you're here." He responded enthusiastically, smiling and gazing at her with crystal blue eyes brimmed with admiration. "What you did was incredible. I don't think I can thank you enough, darling." That part was spoken in a more quiet and tender tone, his entire expression softening as he stared at her while resting his head in his hand.

A light pink blush began to burn on her cheeks, uncertain about the way he was staring at her like she personally held the world in the palm of her hands. Then again, she did technically save his life in a way, so she brushed it off for being a response to that. She also didn't mind a little positive attention, if she were honest.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just some self-defense stuff I learned, and you looked like you needed help, so..." She trailed off with an awkward laugh, unsure of what else to say as her eyes flickered around his face. Concern etched itself into her (S/c) complexion once she noticed the bloody spots that were bigger than the needle wounds. "Are you sure you're okay? I can see some blood."

Had that person been poking him directly in the face, too? Not only that, but also using the needle to tear some of the skin from what she could see. There was a small smear of crimson on the corner of his mouth, cheek and forehead, the sight making her blood boil. It didn't matter if a needle didn't cause much infliction, knowingly harming someone in any way, shape or form simply to watch them suffer was inexcusable.

The man blinked at what she said, as if he had already forgotten about that. "Oh, I guess I am." He hummed, not sounding all too bothered by it as he continued to gaze at her softly. "It's nothing serious. Only a few pokes here and there. Would've been worse, had you not saved me."

Her brow crinkled in confusion at his behavior. "Good thing I got here when I did, then..." She murmured slowly, before perking up when she remembered something. "Wait right there! I have a first-aid kit I keep in my car." She rushed out, already heading over in that direction mid-sentence.

"Oh, of course! I'll be right here, hun!"

Another wave of heat rushed to her face at honey-sweet tone and pet name—he definitely was a charming and affectionate person right off the bat. Part of her wondered if he was simply like this with everyone he met, while another part silently hoped he wasn't.

(Y/n) shook those thoughts off, hastily throwing her purse in her car once she got there and rummaging around for the first-aid. Once she got it she grabbed her slushie as well, deciding she might be here for a while and not wanting it to slowly melt inside her car.

Once she returned, she found the pink-haired man already beaming at her, akin to an excited puppy that had waited all day for their owner to come home. She'd admit to herself he was pretty adorable, both in terms of his looks and his personality.

"I just realized we never told each other our names. I'm (Y/n)." She spoke while she approached him, setting her drink and the kit on top of the booth.

"(Y/n)." He repeated her name under his breath, as if he had to try out how it sounded on his tongue. "I'm Harvey Harvington. It's lovely to meet you, (Y/n)!" He introduced himself eagerly, constantly looking at her like he was searching for her approval for every little detail.

She couldn't help the small laugh that left her as she opened her first-aid kit. "Nice to meet you too, Harvey. Probably not the best circumstances, though." She replied light-heartedly, grabbing a couple of antiseptic wipes and band-aids.

A chuckle came from him, those crystalline eyes never once straying away from her face, drinking in every single detail possible. "Not ideal, no. But I'd say getting to meet a beauty like you makes up for it, hun." He murmured with a soft sigh, smiling brightly when she took a glance from the corner of her eye.

"You're very flirty for someone that could've died." She pointed out with a laugh, trying to ignore the blood that kept rushing to her face.

His grin merely widened when she turned to face him fully, a mischievous sparkle in his gaze. "Because now I have someone to take care of me, right?" He tilted his head, an implication to his question that she caught onto easily.

She shook her head in amusement. "Mm, suppose so. Keep still for me, okay?" With the supplies she needed laid out, she reached out to gently cup his face with one hand, keeping it stable with her grip.

Harvey held no qualms to her actions, if anything he melted right into her touch. His eyes fluttered closed as a soft, content sigh left him, and she could feel the way he leaned into the warmth of her palm. He looked comfortable and relaxed, which was good for her, since this would sting a little.

A silence washed over them as she busied herself with wiping away the small amounts of blood and disinfecting the wounds. Next came the band-aids, thin and tiny enough that they wouldn't be as noticeable on his face. Having finished up cleaning those wounds, she went to pull her hand away and focus on his hands—not without noticing the visible pout that formed when she did so.

Soon his hands were given the same treatment, wiped down and cleaned before being covered in various tiny band-aids. They were worse than his face in terms of how many bleeding punctures there were, but since it was nothing serious she wasn't too worried about the damage. All of it should heal up in about a week or two.

"Well, I think that's it." She said after doing a quick once over of his person. "If I were you, I'd probably pack up and get the hell out of here." She added on while she closed up her kit, tone half-joking and half-serious.

Immediately Harvey's expression fell as he watched her gather her first-aid and slushie. "You're leaving? Already?" He sounded absolutely crushed by the thought, his obvious distress making her pause in her movements. "Can't you stay with me a little longer, darling?"

She swallowed thickly, eyeing him for a moment while she silently debated it. There was nothing in her schedule today – already made apparent by her mindless drive to nowhere – and so far he was good company. Maybe a little straightforward and bold with his attraction towards her, but she wasn't complaining.

With her decision made, she shrugged her shoulders in defeat. "I guess I could, I don't have anything going on." She finally said, a smile tugging at her lips at how quickly he lit up. "Tell me about your booth. What does 'one click equals one dollar' mean?"

To keep the conversation going, she asked that while gesturing to the sign above him. Naturally, she was curious about how he even got into that situation in the first place, and the absurd writing for his booth didn't exactly give her much hint as to how it started.

"Oh, it means I give you a dollar everytime you click me! Or touch or poke, as other people will say." He explained smoothly, sounding rather proud of the concept despite what transpired. "Would you like to try, love?" He then suggested, words filled with a saccharine sweetness.

(Y/n) rose an eyebrow, ignoring the blush that rose to her cheeks at the new pet name—one that definitely sounded more intimate than the last two. "Mm, sure? I just..." She paused, raising her hand forward as she used to pointer finger to lightly poke his upper arm. "...and that's it?"

He hummed in approval, reaching out to gently grasp her hand in his own. "Mhm! That little counter tracks the amount you've earned." He stated, though he sounded uninterested in that bit of information as he raised her hand up. "There's no limit, so you can touch me for as long as you'd like." He purred, his eyes lidded while he leaned into her palm after pressing it against his cheek.

For the umpteenth her face began to glow red, especially at the suggestive undertone of that statement. "I'm failing to understand how something this harmless caused that person to, y'know..." She switched the subject, yet nonetheless let him hold onto and nuzzle into her hand, her thumb mindlessly caressing the smooth skin of his cheek.

Harvey faltered, his cheery demeanor souring within an instant. "Well, apparently my w– Eun-mi packed some objects to take with me to make the booth more interesting." There was a dip in his tone, a notable venom that matched the dark shadow that casted over his gaze. "They were supposed to be upgrades to make the player more money. I just never knew they were so... brutal."

She frowned, appalled that anyone could even think of setting him up like that. "Someone you know did that? That's fucked up, I'd never be around that person again if I were you." She scoffed, unable to help the anger that slipped into her tone. How people could be so cruel, especially to those they know and love, was beyond her.

"Oh, I don't plan on seeing them again anytime soon." He grumbled, a glower on his face while he stared off to the side. As quickly as it came it faded away, replaced by that beaming smile of his. "Anyway, less talking more touching, darling! You can make as much money as you'd like." He chirped, nestling his cheek against her palm like an eager puppy.

There was amusement in her expression after stealing a glance at the counter, which was barely moving. If she didn't know any better, it sounded like he was only saying that as an excuse to touch her more. However, that sounded rather absurd, considering they just met—yet he also seemed like the touchy, clingy type, so she was torn on what to think.

She drummed her fingers along his jaw and cheek, grabbing the attention of his hooded gaze. "Do I get any upgrades to get more money?" She asked teasingly, watching as the counter finally began to go up after the movements of her fingers. "Ones that are, uh, less harmful." She added on awkwardly, unsure if that joke was in poor taste or not.

Clearly it shouldn't have been a concern to her, since Harvey looked more than thrilled at the idea. "Of course! It's my booth, so I make the rules." He responded with a playful gleam in his eyes, along with a hint of something else she couldn't decipher. "If you'd lean closer, my dear."

She blinked, taken aback by both the additional pet name and the request. "Okay..?" Despite her puzzlement she leaned forward, unsure of how far to go since she didn't want to invade his personal space. "Why am I—?"

A hand cupped the side of her neck, bringing her closer as a pair of lips cut her off mid-sentence. She made a surprised noise, her hand coming up to latch on his shoulder for balance, while the other was still held by his own on his face. Her cheeks were on fire, to the point she was certain he could feel the heat radiating off of them.

The kiss didn't last long, only a little more than a peck before he pulled away, yet kept his hand where it was. A shudder ran down her spine as his fingers traced up the nape of her neck, feather light in his movements while he ran them through the (H/c) hair there. His face remained close to her own, to where their warm breaths mingled together and she could see every detail of his light blue irises—the star-like pattern in them was rather pretty.

Except that wasn't what she was focused on, but rather the emotions burning in them. There was that ever present warmth and tenderness, like a candle flame meant to envelope her in comfort. However, there was another feeling alongside those, a deep and intense flare threatening to overtake that calmness. She couldn't quite pinpoint it, other than she knew it was overwhelming, even more so when she knew it was directed at herself.

An awkward laugh bubbled up from her throat, her eyes averting to look anywhere but him—a difficult task given their close proximity. Her gaze quickly landed on the counter to the side, only to widen in surprise when she noticed it went up by one-hundred.

How did he even do that?

A chuckle left the pink-haired man at her reaction, one of his fingers twirling around a strand of (H/c) hair. "Seems like a perfect upgrade, right?" He cooed, clearly trying to convince her. "Would you like to continue, love?"

Truthfully she didn't mind the kiss, but this was becoming a little too much for her. Ever so carefully she pried herself away from his touch, flashing a sheepish smile when his countenance and body language dropped in response.

"I, uh, appreciate the offer, but I don't really need the money." She tried to tell him as gently as possible, not wanting to accidentally hurt his feelings. "I should probably head off, but it was nice meeting y—"

She had picked up her drink and began to back up, only to jump in surprise when Harvey leaped forward. His hands latched onto her arms, his upper body leaning against the booth in order to reach her. The iron-like grip had her breath catching in her throat, while the wide, borderline crazed eyes in front of her made her heart drop to her stomach.

Now this was definitely too intense for her liking. It was cute before, but she wasn't sure what to make of this.

She could feel his fingers digging into the material of her sweater. "Wait, please! Don't leave!" He cried out, nothing but desperation and pleading in his voice. "Do you want something else? I'll let you do whatever you want, so long as you stay!" He rushed that out, trying to find any solution that would implore her to stay with him.

(Y/n) could hear her heart starting to pound in her ears. "Wh–what? No!" She sputtered, taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor. A sigh left her, shaky and quiet, as she cautiously tried to push him back. "Uh, how about I come visit you tomorrow..? Same spot."

At her compromise he paused, relief taking over his facial features as his grip went lax. "Really?" He mumbled, her quick nod of confirmation causing him to perk up, that eager grin returning like the flip of a switch. "Yes! That sounds wonderful, darling. I'll be right here, waiting for you!"

He hummed happily, touch gentle as he fixed the ruffled parts of her sweater from where he grabbed. Then his hand trailed down along her arm, grasping her hand in his own before lifting it up. A light, warm kiss was pressed along her knuckles, a gesture that would've had her blushing before now filling her with apprehension.

She watched the action with unease, no longer as charmed by his presence. "Okay, sounds like a plan..." She mumbled uncertainly, slowly retracting her hand from his grasp. After that she grabbed her cup again and her first-aid, her steps unhurried as she backed away. "See you tomorrow, Harvey."

The pink-haired man was none the wiser to her attitude change, giving her an enthusiastic wave while she walked away. "See you tomorrow, my love! I'll be looking forward to it!" He called after her, sounding absolutely thrilled at the idea of seeing her again.

Except he wouldn't, because there was no way she was going back there. Maybe he was harmless and just intense with his affection, but that was way too much for someone he just met.

A feeling deep down told her that intensity would morph into something far more sinister if she returned.

Chapter 10: Jealous Just Means Protective

Notes:

I wanted to find that one video that's like "Never take my kindness for weakness. That being said, be soft, BUT BE READY" cause that's what I think about from this request, but I can't find the dumb meme 😭

ANYWAY, wifey is the bread winner in this relationship, and he loves it 😌 While she equally loves him being an amazing house husband <33

I was imagining one of Chappell Roan's makeup looks (her vampire look, cause omfg I was on my knees 🧎‍♀️❤️) when describing that, but ofc feel free to imagine whatever you want :)

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Requested

Type: Fluff

Warnings: Some suggestive themes, but nothing explicit

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A pair of (E/c) irises stared back through her reflection, focused intently on the lower half of her face where she was currently reapplying her lipstick. Soon after that a tube of lip gloss was layered over it, creating a pretty shine on the deep, maroon hue.

Her gaze skimmed over the rest of her face, ensuring not a single blemish was in sight. From the light red blush that dusted her cheeks in a soft shine, to the hues of pink and blue around her eyes, darkening in the center before softening at the edges in a glittery hue, and lastly the long extension of her lashes—everything looked perfect.

With a smile curled on her lips she stepped back, gently ruffling her (H/l), (H/c) hair to bring back some volume to it. Along with her makeup being perfect, she felt a sense of pride over the outfit that hugged her body and emphasized her curves in all the right places. It was a simple, dark maroon bodycon dress that ended mid-thigh, with a slit on each side that laced all the way up until it reached under her chest, exposing bits of (S/c) skin underneath.

Dark strappy heels hugged her feet to match, and around her bare neck was a simple gold chain necklace, paired with some dangling, gold earrings that formed hearts with dark pink gems in them and circular gold bracelets that jingled everytime her arm moved. Those were the only accessories she wore, save for the familiar, silver wedding ring with a pink diamond in the center that rested on her left hands ring finger.

Her long nails swiped a strand of hair behind her ear, the color of them matching her outfit as well—dark maroon within the center, with edges of a similar pink and blue hue that was around her eyes, accompanied by gold nail charms on top with filigree patterns and ruby gems.

After ensuring every bit of her appearance was of utmost perfection, she gave a satisfied hum and began to gather her items off the counter. While she began to carefully put her belongings back into her purse, the sound of the door opening caused her head to turn slightly, meeting the familiar face of her assistant at the door.

The short-haired woman stepped inside with a soft smile, yet remained hovering near the door of the public restroom. "Hello, Mrs. (L/n). I wanted to inform you that your husband has arrived." She stated cheerily, though her eyes didn't match her demeanor as they kept flickering past the cracked doorway.

(Y/n) didn't notice, busy with shoveling the rest of her things in her purse. "Took him long enough! Almost thought I'd be left alone and forced to talk business all night long." Her tone was purely light-hearted along with the smile she wore, before she turned around with her purse in hand and paused at the expression she wore. "Okay, I know that face. What is it?"

Immediately she noticed the way her assistant couldn't stand still, plus the way her face was scrunched up—torn between keeping up a cheerful facade and letting the worry underneath etch itself into her facial features. It seemed the latter won, as her expression dropped with an unpleasant sigh.

"Mr. Wilson has been bothering me for the past fifteen minutes to have a word with you." Her assistant, Ava, grumbled with a sour look on her face. "Apparently he has a business proposal he wants to pitch to you." It was said flatly, giving away that she didn't believe that excuse for a single second.

A groan passed by her lips, her once excited mood turning bitter within an instant. Unfortunately, she knew exactly who Ava was talking about—a man by the name of James that she had the displeasure of meeting when he bought the office building across from theirs, and was sadly the owner of said company as well. Since (Y/n) was a CEO herself, he apparently took that as an invitation for him to wedge himself into her business all the time.

Right when she was so relieved and excited to finally see her beloved husband after a long day of work, this pathetic excuse of a man just had to ruin her entire mood.

"Ugh, why him? How did he even get in here? It's supposed to be employees and their partners only!" She hissed, silently fuming at the thought of security letting him pass—no doubt due to a pricey bribe. "And a business proposal? We're a tech company and they're a clothing company! He doesn't seriously think I'm that dense, does he?"

All Ava could offer was a helpless shrug. "I've tried to get security to kick him out, but everytime they do, he just waltz back into the place." She replied in a grumble, clearly just as aggravated by their unexpected guest as she was. "I just thought I'd give you a heads up before heading back out there, seeing as he won't be leaving anytime soon."

She huffed under her breath, her heels clicking against the floor as she walked the short distance to where Ava stood. "I guess I'll have to handle him myself, then." She stated with a smile, one that lacked any hint of friendliness. "Can you please find Harvey for me in the meantime? Let him know I'll be a minute."

Ava stepped out of the way, politely holding the door open for her in the process. "Yes, of course." She murmured, watching as the (H/c)-haired woman stepped by her. "Please be careful." She added on in a soft tone soaked in worry, a hesitance to her gaze as it flickered towards the crowd of people.

(Y/n)'s smile remained unwavering, a dangerous gleam lighting up in those (E/c) irises. "Don't worry, I know how to handle myself." Was all she said before sauntering off, successfully locating the object of her annoyance tonight.

This unsavory man was the very reason why she wasn't being doted on by her partner that she ached to see more than anyone, and that lit a fire inside her that wouldn't be snuffed out until his presence was no more.

A few feet ahead near the bar was a young man, who had curls of brown hair and a pearly smile that'd charm anyone on a surface level. But the egotistical attitude that came with it was enough to make any woman revolted. It took everything in her to fight off the sneer on her lips as she approached—seeing him flirt with the female bartender who looked wildly uncomfortable made that task all the more difficult.

"Mr. Wilson." She spoke up, voice loud and steely over the music that played in the background. Her purse was tossed onto the counter carelessly, an abrupt action to catch his attention. "I heard you wanted to see me?"

To her relief, the man whipped around to face her, allowing the bartender to scurry off and help another person at the counter. Sadly, that meant his attention was solely on her now, and she couldn't fight the grimace at the way his lecherous eyes scanned over her figure, lacking any and all subtlety.

"Why, look at you! Don't you look stunning tonight." James purred, a smirk on his lips as he straightened up in front of her. "Yes, I was looking for you. How about we have a drink and chat?" He motioned to the bar they were standing in front of, about to wave the bartender back over.

She simply held up a hand, stopping the motion as she met his confused stare with a glower. "You aren't supposed to be here." Her reply was curt, making her disapproval of his presence known through her tone and countenance. "It's employees and their partners, only." She added on, her arms crossing over her chest to emphasize her irritation.

Either he was too slow to read the signs or too self-absorbed to care, for that disgusting smile remained as he stepped closer. "Well, surely it must count if someone attended as a... future partner." His voice lowered, the implication of his words making her stomach churn uncomfortably.

She took a step back, uncaring to the way her face twisted up to show the disgust and offense she felt. "Excuse me? I'm married." She shot back unamusedly, unable to help the way she shifted on her feet when he continued to advance forward. "It's time for you to leave, Mr. W—"

A hand on each of her biceps had her jolting in her spot, cutting her words off with a startled gasp. Her lips curled into a scowl and her face began to burn with rage, and yet the man hovering far too close for comfort clearly didn't seem to care—the culprit likely being his attitude and the alcohol she could smell on his breath.

"C'mon, I could give you so much more than him. We could be powerful together." He whispered like it was a secret between them, like it was the most tempting offer in the world and she'd be stupid to refuse. "He doesn't have to know, baby."

A thumb caressed the skin near the strap of her dress, and she was nearly ready to explode from anger.

She was about to make a snarky remark back, one about how she didn't need anything from him or anyone. As a company owner herself, she'd say she was pretty well off on her own, regardless of marital status. This pathetic man could never give herself, nor any woman, what they deserved. She actually found it laughable that he'd think otherwise.

However, before she had the chance to, a familiar voice behind her cut into the conversation—one that sounded like how she felt, low and dangerous, a quiet storm brewing beneath the surface that threatened to ruin the man if he made one more wrong move.

"He already knows, unfortunately for you."

Her eyes glanced over, relief washing over her tense shoulders when she saw that familiar head of light pink hair. In the background she could see her assistant mouthing an apology, clearly unable to keep her husband away for long. Not that she was surprised, since Harvey was like a golden retriever that'd keep running around trying to find its owner and wouldn't stop until successful.

Contrary to that picture of him being as sweet and loving as a puppy, he also had a bark and bite when he wanted to. Now being that moment, where those crystal blue eyes usually filled with warmth now turned ten shades darker and burned with a loathing that could've suffocated the man.

That firey gaze of his briefly flickered down, flaring up even further when they landed on the hands that were still gripping her arms. "Now get your hands off her, before I remove them for you." His voice remained low and steady, trying to remain composed despite the heavy warning in his words.

James only stared back with a face that looked nothing short of amused. "This is your husband?" He asked in disbelief, followed by an obnoxious laugh that had (Y/n) wincing at the loudness of it. "He looks like a clown! What's with the pink hair?" He continued to laugh, finding the situation hilarious compared to the other two involved.

She visibly bristled at the comment directed towards her spouse, yet before she could get a word out she found the tight grip on her arms being abruptly removed. She blinked, watching as James stumbled backwards and – much to her internal disfavor – managed to regain his footing after being shoved.

In front of her stood Harvey, his hand lowering back to his side and behind him, enough to carefully brush against her hip—a silent reassurance she took comfort in. At the sight of James' furious expression over the shoulder of her husband, she couldn't help the twitch of a smile on her lips as her hand went to rest along his arm.

"How dare you touch me? Do you know who I am?!" He hissed, practically seething as he stomped the short distance between him and said man to get up in his face.

Harvey's gaze narrowed down at the man, who was a good few inches shorter. "No, I don't." He replied shortly, uncaring towards that fact as he continued. "What I do know, is you were making my wife uncomfortable and pissing me off. So, I suggest you leave like she has kindly asked you to already."

James rolled his eyes, a dark chuckle leaving him as he leaned closer. "Please, I think she'd much rather spend her night with a real man." He murmured with a grin, brown eyes steering to the left to peek over at the woman behind him.

His view was quickly blocked again, his gaze snapping up to meet a pair of dark blue irises that looked absolutely livid. This time Harvey took a step forward and leaned down to his height, causing the shorter man to slightly recoil in surprise at the close proximity—no longer initiated by him and much more intimidating than his own tactics.

Harvey's glare remained unwavering, staring straight into the soul of those brown irises that began to nervously flicker around. "Should we see who's a real man, then?" He challenged under his breath, low enough for only his ears to hear. In response James took a step back, only for him to copy his actions so they remained chest-to-chest. "Don't back down now, you're the one who suggested it."

The curly-haired man opened his mouth, only to gape like a fish as he stared up at him for a second. It appeared he realized this fight was a losing battle for him, even more so when he finally took into account the size and build of the man towering over him. That, and the piercing stare that never left him for a second, cold as ice yet burning with barely contained fury, was a threat that anybody would be stupid to continue poking at.

So, James gave a scoff and turned his head away, acting as if he wasn't nearly shaking where he stood. "Whatever, I don't have time for this." He huffed, quickly maneuvering himself away from the pink-haired man so he could finally breathe. "You just lost a potential business partner!" That was the last thing he shouted before hurrying away towards the exit.

Harvey watched his retreating figure like a hawk, making sure he wouldn't try to sneak back around. Once his figure left through the door he visibly relaxed, every taut muscle in his body releasing the tension that was previously there. A brush of fingers against his arm had him quickly whirling around, and (Y/n) barely got out a word before his hands were on her.

Any traces of irritation vanished within an instant, those crystalline eyes like warm, worried pools that glistened in the light. "Are you okay, honey-bun? Did he hurt you?" While he asked that his eyes scanned her arms, fingers delicately tracing the (S/c) skin there to search for bruising.

A soft laugh left her at his concern, one of her hands raising up to cup his cheek and direct his gaze to hers. "Perfectly fine. Even better, now that you're here." She grinned, her thumb rubbing soothingly against his cheek while he leaned into her touch. "I mean, I could've handled that on my own, but I enjoyed that a lot more."

She threw that in with a playful shrug, the smile on her maroon lips turning mischievous from the underlying meaning there. Harvey merely rose an eyebrow, staring at her with a mixture of confusion, fondness and disbelief.

"You enjoyed me having to get that bastard away from you?" He asked with a hint of venom as his eyes narrowed, as if the mere thought of the man upset him. Then his words softened, turning more playful after seeing her widening smile. "I wouldn't say that's an enjoyable experience, hun."

She hummed, lowering her hand to cup along her husband's jaw instead, while her thumb brushed along the corner of his lips. "No, but watching you get jealous is kind of hot." She remarked with a roguish smirk, her nails lightly scratching along the side of his jaw and neck. "Have I told you how handsome you look tonight, my love?"

Shamelessly her eyes scanned over her husband's form, more than pleased with the outfit he wore, as simple as it may be—a vest and slacks that matched the maroon shade of her dress, a white button-up that hugged his upper torso and had the sleeves rolled up, paired with a set of dark dress shoes and a single, dangling gold earring on his left ear. Then of course his fluffy pink hair was neatly done into a pompadour, a style he seemed to have grown fond of after she did it for him once.

He looked nothing short of delicious, and by the way he was staring at her, she could already tell he thought the same.

"You have now." He murmured, eyes lidded and voice lowered while he practically melted into her touch. "Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight, darling?" He grinned, raising a hand up to grab her own so he could turn his face and press a soft, light kiss to her palm.

One of his hands settled on her waist, slowly running up and down her side in an appreciative manner, brushing along the exposed skin the peeked out along the lacing on the side. The way he stared at her brought a blooming warmth to her chest, unable to help it despite seeing it for years and years—that look of pure adoration mixed with awe, like she was the most gorgeous woman to ever exist and he couldn't believe she was his.

She grinned, moving her hand and instead looping both her arms around his neck. "Not nearly enough. I'd love to hear it more." She purred, leaning up to pepper a few kisses against his cheek.

He leaned into each one, a soft sigh of content leaving his lips as his thumb lightly dug into the dip of her hip. "I'll make sure to keep reminding you then, beautiful." He murmured, gently nudging his nose against her own when she leaned back. "Let's get you drink, shall we? I think we both deserve one after that."

A breath of a laugh left her at that, his quiet chuckle mixing in with hers as the absurdity of the situation sunk in. Hopefully she wouldn't have to see that man's face ever again. If she did, she at least knew he was a chicken when confronted with another man that towered over him. As non-threatening as Harvey was, every man had their limits—flirting with and disrespecting his wife was certainly one of them.

"Mm, my man definitely deserves one for protecting me." Her tone was teasing, matching the playful smile on her lips as she lowered her arms to wrap around his waist. "Maybe he'll get a reward when we get home, too." Her smile turned seductive, pairing with the glimmer in her dark, lidded eyes as she slowly spun them around.

He let her, one arm on her hip and the other her bare shoulder as she slowly guided them closer to the bar counter. Once close enough she grinned, quickly moving her arms and slipping out of his grip to turn away towards the bartender.

She could feel his stare on her the entire time she ordered their drinks—both equally fruity and sweet, how they each liked it. When she was done she turned her head and propped it on one of her hands, smiling innocently at her husband who continued to look at her like she was the only person in that entire place.

He huffed a little, leaning against the counter beside her so their shoulders brushed. "You shouldn't say such things, especially when you're dressed like that, love." He warned playfully, a smirk on his lips as he rested his head in his hand, copying her position. "We might just end up going home early."

(Y/n) laughed softly, sending a quick thanks to the bartender as their drinks were slid over to them, as vibrant and colorful as the flavors inside them were. She took a sip after pushing him one, a delighted hum escaping at the taste that burst on her tongue—alcohol twisted with hints of orange, pineapple and vanilla cream.

"A couple of drinks like this, and I'll agree to that in no time."

Chapter 11: A Little More

Notes:

Someone requested a part 2 with MC on top, so I shall do so ;) This is just pure indulgent filth lol

I need to see this man WRECKED, completely fucked out of his mind, YOU DON'T UNDERSTANDDDD

This is smut, so obviously if that makes you uncomfortable, then don't read.

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Another One Pt. 2

Requested

Type: Smut (+ bonus fluff)

Warnings: Hickeys, lovebites, biting/scratching, hair pulling, begging, breeding kink, praise kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cum inflation

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"We try again. But this time, I'm on top."

Her voice was a seductive purr, the smirk on her lips anything but forgiving. Harvey may have been more merciful when he was on top, but she definitely was not. She loved to see her man squirm beneath her while he made all sorts of noises in that addicting, accented voice of his—it was like a drug she couldn't resist.

Judging by the redness that began to creep onto his cheeks, he already knew what that mischievous expression of hers meant. To her, it was always adorable how he'd get slightly embarrassed being on the bottom. At least until he got fucked silly to the point he didn't even remember what the word embarrassed meant.

Her eyes hungrily roved over him, taking in disheveled locks of pink hair that were coming undone, along with the smooth, pale expanse of his chest and torso. One of her fingers trailed along his unblemished skin, her tongue darting out to lick along her lips as she traced his chest to his collarbone.

As pretty as he was, his skin was too empty for her liking. He needed a few markings to match the ones along her neck and collarbone, too.

With a grin she dove in, lips pressing into the center of his neck and forcing him to tilt his head back. She could feel his throat bob underneath the slide of her tongue, along with the vibration of a strained moan when she sucked over that spot to leave a mark. The sound was music to her ears, one she aimed to hear more of as she continued to kiss, lick, bite and suck around the exposed area of his neck.

Below she could feel Harvey's fingers digging into her hips, gripping at the flesh like a lifeline. She smiled against his collar as she shifted lower, finding it amusing how he became putty in her hands. As if to prove that point she continued her attack on his collarbone, painting his skin in red bites and bruises, while one of her hands slowly slid down the center of his body.

As light as a feather her fingertips skimmed down along his defined abdomen to that delicious v-line, all while she reveled in the soft sighs, pants and moans that sounded from the dazed man. Briefly his head lifted to see what she was doing, only for it fall back just as quickly, a shaky groan falling past his lips while his eyes rolled up.

"A–ah!"

(Y/n) grinned against his skin, kissing over a fresh mark while her hand slowly stroked along the length of his cock, already slick with a mixture of their cum. The trail of her kisses lowered down to his chest, rising and falling with shuddered breaths and unsteady moans beneath her lips and tongue. His body instinctively arched into both touches, hips tilting further into her hand and torso pressing closer to her face.

All it took was a few slow, tortuous strokes and she could already feel him hardening in her hand again, a bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip that her thumb swiped away. She leaned back from his chest – now covered in similar marks to his neck and collarbone – so she could watch him fall apart, (E/c) irises brimmed with nothing but an adoring lust.

Harvey's face was flushed, eyes barely open and mouth parted to simultaneously breathe and release every little noise that caught in his throat. With a press of her thumb she teased the head of his cock, drinking in the way his hips jolted and his head tilted back, a shamelessly loud whine leaving him as he writhed underneath her.

She hummed happily, satisfied with that reaction as she resumed those slow, soft strokes from before. "You'll be good for me, won't you?" She cooed, one of her hands raising to tangle in his mess of hair, further undoing the neat swirl from before. "Take everything I give you?"

A groan left him, eyes briefly squeezing shut when a rough tug was given to his pink locks. "Yes! Yes, I will, just– Please!" He begged, words tumbling out of his mouth in desperation. "Don't tease me, darling... I need you."

She tilted her head, a smirk curling on her lips that suggested she wasn't finished teasing him yet. "Need me how? You'll have to be more specific, babe." She replied in a low purr, hand purposely slowing down in its movements.

The noise that came from him was disappointed, his hips chasing after her hand while those crystalline eyes cracked open. Despite the pleading gleam in them, she halted her movements altogether, instead pressing her hand against his hip to keep him against the bed rather than arched up.

When he realized he wouldn't be able to get what he wanted without complying, a shaky sigh escaped his lips and the already red blush on his cheeks began to deepen. Briefly his gaze tried to dart away from those piercing (E/c) irises that observed him like a hungry fox, only to feel another yank on his hair that had his head turning back to her with a startled moan.

She simply grinned, fingers remaining tightly entangled in those light pink strands while her others tapped playfully along the bare skin of his hip, treading dangerously close to where they were previously. The man below her tried to shrink into himself, face and ears the shade of a cherry from embarrassment—a look she found adorable every single time, and also amusing given how quickly his attitude switched when he was no longer on top.

It never took her long to fuck the embarrassment out of him, though.

Harvey huffed under his breath, a defeated sound as his lidded gaze remained connected with hers. "Need you to ride me..." He mumbled slowly, voice a conflicting amount of need and bashfulness. "Need you to ride my cock until I cum inside you, please..."

She licked her lips, a shiver of pure delight running down her spine at his words. As promised her hand went back to where it was, feeling the way his cock twitched beneath her fingers. "Good boy."

Whether it was the praise or the feeling of her sinking down on him, she relished in the deep groan it coaxed from his lips. A pleasant sigh left her while she slowly lowered herself, both hands situated on his chest for balance until her hips were flush against his own. For a second she merely sat there, enjoying the view and sensations—the feel of his cock deep inside her and stretching her to the brim, while she watched him pant and whine from the mere feeling of her cunt fluttering around him.

Oh, he was so delicious when he was like this. She could've admired him for hours in this state, enjoyed every detail of the way his lashes fluttered against his reddened cheeks, or how strands of damp, pastel pink hair clung messily along his face after she had ruined the perfect style it was in, or the sheen of sweat that began to glisten on every part of his toned body.

As much as she would've loved to, she was as impatient as he was—if not more, if the slick dripping onto his pelvis was anything to go by.

Her nails scratched at his chest as she began to slowly rock her hips, starting a steady motion. Not long after she felt Harvey's hands latching onto her hips again, fingers digging into the skin there yet not affecting her movements—a stability, rather than a guide, allowing her to do all the work like she wanted to, to have total control over him.

(Y/n) grinned at the thought, yet it faltered as quick as it came, a soft moan leaving her as she urged her hips faster. She focused on finding a rhythm, slightly lifting her hips everytime she rolled them, to where when she sunk back down she could feel the head of his cock brush against that spot that made her breath hitch. Unknowingly her nails scratched down along his torso, yet the moan that clawed its way up his throat was enough of an indicator he didn't mind the red marks being dragged along his skin.

A mix between a whine and a moan tumbled from her own mouth, already drunk off the pleasure that ignited low in her stomach. She thought that alone was noisy on her end, until she focused on the sounds coming from her partner and realized she was a lot quieter compared to the various noises he made. In-between pants there were moans, groans, whimpers and whines, along with the occasional sob whenever her cunt squeezed around him—a loud, unashamed mess of a man that was already on the verge of coming undone.

She couldn't help the breathless laugh that left her, one of her hands reaching up to ensnare itself in his hair again. "Who's the desperate one now?" She cooed teasingly, pulling on the pink locks between her fingers to get those crystal blue eyes to open again. "It's almost like you get off more when I'm on top. Is that it?"

The moan that left him sounded completely ruined, eyes barely able to stay open while those blue irises clouded over with pure need. "Ah, y–yes..! Yes, god, please just– Don't stop, please!" He cried, leaning up into her touch while his hips instinctively thrusted up into hers, matching the timing when hers rolled downwards.

A shaky moan escaped her at that, eyes slightly rolling when his cock buried that much deeper and applied more pressure to that soft spot. She didn't bother to stop him – for now – sighing and whimpering into the air everytime his hips surged upwards to meet her own, the slick of her arousal audible with each movement.

Both of her hands went to rest over his own on her hips, straightening herself up once she could feel her release creeping up on her. "You're so pretty like this, love. So good for me, such a– mmh, such a good husband..." She murmured that mindless praise in a rush, her brain slowly turning blank, focused on nothing except the euphoria surging through every nerve-ending.

The grip on her hips tightened while his own snapped up into her with more vigor. "Please, I– So close, please..!" Harvey begged, head tilted back as his mess of pink hair sprawled around the bedsheets. "I love you... love you so much, I want– I want..."

She smirked at his babbling, squeezing her hands over both of his while her hips struggled to keep up with him. "You want..? To put a baby in me, yeah?" She finished for him, nothing but mischief in her tone. "Then go ahead, fill me right up."

That seemed to be enough to push him over the edge, his breath hitching and hips stuttering in pace against her own. "God, (Y/n)..!" Her name fell from his lips in a whimper, repeated over and over again under his breath along with more senseless begs she couldn't make out.

She merely hummed, hips still gently rolling against him while warm ropes of cum filled her up. "That's it, so good... so full, fuck..." Encouragement fell from her lips, shaky and quiet in a blissful manner.

She continued to lightly rock her hips, riding out his orgasm until she could feel the warm, sticky substance leaking out from where her cunt was wrapped around his cock. Soft mumbles of her name mixed with his heavy pants, his hips twitching beneath hers and abdomen flexing when oversensitivity began to kick in.

That light rocking turned harsher, earning a breathy noise that was between a whimper and a moan from the man below her. In a haze his head lifted back up, eyes half-lidded and glazed over as they slowly trailed up her tantalizing form—particularly the way the flushed skin of her chest rose and fell with each breath, paired by the glimmer of sweat that made her (S/c) skin look glittery in the warm light.

Once they reached her (S/c) complexion, flushed a rosy hue from exertion, those (E/c) irises narrowed with intent. The hands that gripped his own yanked them off her hips, a airy noise escaping him as he found them locked above his head, her torso leaning above his own to achieve such.

A smirk curled on her lips, not missing the way Harvey's eyes trailed lower or the way his cock twitched inside her. "You didn't think I was done with you yet, did you?" She cooed, leaning her head down so those hooded, lust-filled eyes snapped back up to hers. "This time, you just lay there. No touching or moving. Got it?"

He sighed, his warm breaths mingling with her own from the proximity. "Yes ma'am." He murmured, tongue briefly darting out to run along his lips, a hint of playfulness shining amongst the neediness in his gaze.

Her smirk widened at that obedient response, knowing full well she had him wrapped around her little finger. Strength wise, he could've easily overpowered her—perhaps that's why she loved ruining him so much, seeing him writhe beneath her in a blissful and vulnerable state that no one else would ever have the pleasure of seeing. It was an intoxicating feeling, one she planned to take full advantage of.

One hand remained clasped around his wrists, the other delicately swiping away some stray strands of pink hair from his face. "Good boy." With a purr she pressed her lips against his, swallowing up the soft sigh he let out and delving her tongue inside his mouth with eagerness.

Slowly she resumed the rocking motion of her hips, not taking long to get back to the quick, steady movements she had beforehand. She could feel every part of his body's reaction—the way his breaths stuttered and his moans rumbled from his chest, how his hands twitched in her grip and his abdomen tensed and arched into her own, the way his hips slightly slanted to meet hers without moving, or how she could feel every throb and twitch of his cock buried deep inside her slick walls.

It drove her crazy, had her drunk off of the control she had over the handsome man squirming below her, ready and willing to accept everything she gave him. She supposed his statement from earlier was accurate—she would be the death of him tonight.

When air ran thin she finally pulled away from the kiss, her teeth lightly catching on his bottom lip before she did so. Panted breaths mingled together while a string of saliva connected their lips, one she swiped away with a flick of her tongue. Her fingers lightly combed through his tangled mess of hair, hooded (E/c) irises peering into barely open crystal blue ones, struggling to focus on her instead of rolling in the back of his head.

She pulled away, free hand splayed across his abdomen only to suddenly push him down, forcing his arched form flush against the mattress—a light warning. "Don't be naughty." She warned, gaze narrowed down on him while her hand squeezed around his wrists.

Harvey hastily complied, albeit with some difficultly judging from the subtle tremble of his body. "H–hah, sorry, darling..." His apology didn't sound like such, more absent-minded than anything judging from the low, pleasure consumed whimper that left right after. "Need more, please– please, give me more..!"

She hummed, pretending to sound contemplative as her rocking motion slowed down, letting her relish in the whine of protest that escaped him in response. She absolutely loved when he got all whiny and desperate, it was delicious watching him fall apart at her mercy.

"Well, since you asked so nicely... I guess I could." She teased, raising her hips up until only the head of his cock was left inside her. As quickly as she did so her hips dropped back down, enveloping him fully once again, the action making her breathless from the pressure on that bundle of nerves deep inside her. "Mm, that better?"

Her nails scratched against his chest, using that to keep her stable while she set a new pace. It took more effort to lift her body up, yet it was worth it, seeing the way Harvey trembled underneath her and cried out everytime her hips smacked into his own. All it took was seconds before she found a steady rhythm, one that had the man beneath her losing his mind.

His head was thrown back between his pinned arms, those lidded, crystal eyes struggling to stay open as tears stung at the corners. "Yes, y–yes! Oh god, fuck– You feel so good..!" His voice devolved into nothing but whimpers, sobs and whines, barely able to get the words out without slurring them or choking on a moan. "Fuck– hngh, keep fucking me, please..!"

She couldn't help but laugh under her breath, her hand immediately releasing his wrists to entangle in his hair—he knew better not to move them regardless. With a tug she throughly ruined the neat swirl that used to be styled in those pretty pink locks, now reduced to a wavy mess between her fingertips, and a source to drag more addicting noises from her beloveds throat.

"So needy." She purred, staring down into those tear-filled, crystal eyes that were clouded over, unable to focus on anything else but the way her cunt squeezed around him—and she loved it. "Always so desperate for me to have my way with you, hm?"

Another yank met Harvey's hair, coaxing a sob from his lips as his eyes finally squeezed shut, tears now leaking down his cheeks. His hands moved, but only to claw at the bedsheets beside him for stability, not once daring to touch her. No, he was too obedient for that, wanted to please her far too much to ever disobey what she told him to do.

"Yesss! So much..!" At this point he was full on crying, overwhelmed by the sensations taking over his body. Everytime her hips slammed down into his, he could feel the way the warm, plush walls of her cunt squeezed around him, causing his brain to short circuit. "God, don't stop..! Ah–h... fuck me, fuck me..! Gonna c–cum..."

The smile on her lips was nothing short of devious as she listened to the nonsense unashamedly falling off his tongue. "Oh, please do. Keep filling me up, stuff me nice and full of your cum." She murmured encouragingly, fingers now soothingly tracing down the side of his face to wipe away some tears.

Harvey leaned into her touch, hungry for any and all contact as he panted and gasped for breath. His entire body was shaking underneath hers, unable to last any longer as his third orgasm washed over him. "(Y/n)..! Fuck, fuckkkk..!"

A soft moan passed her lips as that familiar warmth filled her up, ropes of hot, sticky cum painting her insides with each roll of her hips. She'd resumed merely rocking against him, waiting until he fully emptied inside of her and the blissful aftermath wore off before she'd stop.

Except she didn't, instead continuing to eagerly lift and roll her hips into his own like a starving woman that couldn't be satiated.

Those pretty blue eyes snapped open at that, wide and startled as more tears flooded the corners of them. The noise that left him was almost indescribable, torn between a pleased moan, an overwhelmed whine, and a desperate sob—all as conflicting as the way his body jolted, first into her then away, like his mind was struggling on whether or not to accept the overstimulation that began to travel up his nerves.

His head fell to the side with a cry, rubbing against her hand like it'd offer relief. "Sensitive..! So– ah–h–hah... t–too much..!" He was tripping over his own words, unable to get much out aside from the whimpers and wails that were tearing up his throat. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh god, godddd..."

She took utter delight in seeing him wrecked beneath her, loved seeing how his body shuddered and jolted uncontrollably. "Just one more for me, please? I know you can do it." She insisted in a soft, pleading voice, becoming breathless herself as she began working towards her own release.

Harvey whined at that, one that she couldn't tell was for or against what she said. "I–I can't! 'S too much, ha–hhn..." He tried to protest, every word broken by a moan or sob that rumbled from his chest. "Oh god, oh god– pleaseeee! Fuck me..!"

(Y/n) rose an eyebrow at his contradicting statements, a smirk curling on her lips as she moved his head to properly face her. "Mmh, those are conflicting words, dear." She pointed out in a low purr, her thumb caressing along the corner of his lip to wipe away some drool there. "Can't keep riding your cock if you want me to stop. Which is it?"

She could see how tightly his hands were clawing at the sheets, to the point she thought he might rip through them. When she looked at his face, she was certain there wasn't a single thought behind those hooded eyes except for her. Harvey looked positively fucked out of his mind—pink locks entirely unkempt and forming waves as it fell around his head, eyes glazed over and wet as tears ran down his dark red cheeks, while a thin trail of saliva leaked from his open mouth that let out every small or loud noise he made.

If she could've, she would've taken a picture of him like this—he truly was delectable when he didn't have control over himself.

At what she said, his head shook back and forth vigorously, all while a broken cry scratched up his throat. "No, no..! God, no– hng–h... don't..!" He begged, sobbing and wailing as he writhed underneath her, his hips trying to nudge impossibly closer to her own as the pleasure licked up his body like flames. "It's so gooood! I can't– need y–you, mmh, to– to—"

An amused breath left her when he couldn't finish his sentence, voice diminishing to a state that was unintelligible. "To keep fucking you?" She finished for him, quickening the motion of her hips as she rocked against him with more fervor than before.

She couldn't even tell what noises she was pulling from him at this point, only that he choking on each one with his gasping and crying. "Hah–hh, yes..! Yes, yes, yes, please– Fuckkkk..!" He whimpered, his head forced back and body tensing up with each harsh rock of her hips. "So m–uch, so tight, so– Mhnn, so close..! Pl–lease, let me cummm..!"

Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, trying to keep her moans under control as she chased after both their releases. "That's it, cum inside me. Just– hah, one more time." She encouraged shakily, her hand quickly moving down between them to rub against her clit, helping with the euphoric feeling everytime his cockhead rubbed against that specific spot. "God, Harvey... So close..!"

All it took was a few more rockings of her hips and she could feel herself come undone. Her breath hitched, a whimper tumbling past her lips as she clenched around him, her fingers still quickly working that bundle of nerves between her legs. She could feel his cock throb inside of her, that paired with the wrecked sob that came from him enough to tell her he reached his end.

"(Y/n)! Oh god, oh god–d, ha–hh– Fuckkk, fuck, fuck..!" Harvey was a mess of tears while he came undone, words slurred on his tongue like he was drunk off of the pleasure. He couldn't hold still, twitching and jerking from the sensitivity as he came inside her for the fourth time.

She groaned at the feeling of being filled up again, the pads of her fingers shakily circling her clit to ride out her own orgasm. "Fuck, that's good. So g–good, mhn..." She praised him between whines, continuing the gently roll her hips until the waves of her release wore off.

Once it did she removed her hand, resting them on his chest that rose and fell rapidly. She tried to catch her own breath for a minute, basking in the soft, blissful glow that came with her release. She'd say that Harvey looked similar, except she was certain he was near passing out judging from his still trembling form.

Slowly she lifted herself off of him, watching with interest as strings of cum dripped out of her, landing along his cock and pelvis. She also noticed the lower part of her stomach was distended, a fact that made her skin flush and her cunt clench around nothing. Had her husband been lucid enough, she likely would've tried to pounce on him again. Tempted as she was, he needed rest.

Both of them were drenched and sticky, no doubt in need of a bath after that—that was, if Harvey could stay awake long enough for that. Carefully she moved herself to sit beside his head on the bed, delicately picking it up and turning it towards her, until his cheek was smushed against her thigh.

A bunch of incoherent mumbles came from him, causing her to smile softly. "You okay, love? Was that too much?" She murmured worriedly, her fingers beginning to soothingly run through his mess of cotton candy colored hair.

There was silence for a minute, one she didn't mind as she continued to gently play with his pink locks. For a moment she wondered if he fell asleep, before a content sigh brushed across her leg and he snuggled his head closer, his hand raising up to latch onto her leg as well.

"'M good, just tired..." He murmured softly in reply, leaning into her touch with a pleasant hum. "I love you so much, so so so much..." His voice was sleepy yet coated with endless affection, paired by a light kiss pressed to her thigh.

"I love you, too." She smiled sweetly, brushing his hair aside before wiping away some of the dampness from his cheek. "Do you want to take a bath, hun? We're pretty gross."

Harvey made a noise, one that sounded disapproving. "Don't care." He huffed, a pout on his lips as those light blue eyes cracked open a smidge. "Just wanna cuddle and... sleep..." As if to prove his point a yawn interrupted the end of his sentence.

She playfully rolled her eyes, yet nonetheless was willing to comply—sleep did sound pretty good, as did cuddles. "Alright, if that's what you want."

Gently she moved his head, only so she could slide her body downwards to lay beside him. As soon as she did so Harvey turned on his side, arms wounding around her waist and pulling her into him without a word. His head found the crook of her neck, nestling against there with a soft, sweet kiss to the skin.

Her own arms snaked around his body, tracing patterns on the defined expanse of his back. Already she could feel every muscle in his body relaxing, leaning into her more and nuzzling against her figure as if she'd disappear if he let go. One of her hands found his hair, carefully petting the locks until she could hear his breaths level out into a steady pattern.

Slowly her eyes fluttered closed, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she became comfortable in his hold. Not long after him she found herself drifting to sleep, exhaustion catching up with her while she was left feeling content and warm.

 

୨♡୧ Some bonus fluff ୨♡୧

 

Her hands gently combed through long, wet locks of pink hair, making sure the shampoo covered every strand. After that her hands trailed back upwards, scratching and massaging his scalp to coax a low, content him from his throat.

"Can you tilt your head back for me, love?" She asked softly, continuing to rub the sudsy substance in with one hand while the other grabbed the detached shower head.

Wordlessly Harvey complied, angling his head backwards enough for her to wash the shampoo out. She kept her hand resting across his forehead while she rinsed off his cotton candy locks, acting as a shield to the water that flowed down his head.

Once that was done she set the shower head aside, only to raise an eyebrow when a weight landed on her bare chest. She was unsurprised when she glanced down and saw a head of pink hair now resting against her, paired with lidded, crystalline eyes that stared up at her like she was the most precious thing in the world. A smile grew on her lips as her hands slid into the water to wrap around and rest on his abdomen, which was situated between both her legs.

She leaned down to place a brief kiss on his forehead, watching as his eyes fluttered and a sigh passed by his lips. "I have to do the conditioner too, y'know." (Y/n) pointed out playfully, holding no real protest towards his actions.

At what she said, a pout formed on Harvey's face. "But you're comfy, honey-bun." He quietly whined, clearly not wanting to move from where he was leaning against her. "I like being close to you."

Her gaze softened, nothing but adoration in it as she traced random shapes on his bare skin. "I know you do, but I can't reach your hair if you're laying against me." She murmured back, raising a hand up to tuck a wet strand of hair away that slipped onto his face. "Once we're all cleaned up, we can cuddle as much as you want. Sound like a deal?"

His eyes cracked open, squinting at her in a manner that was contemplative. Soon a dramatic sigh left him, as if it physically pained him to pull away. "I guess so. But don't expect to leave my arms for the next few hours." He mumbled while reluctantly sitting up, a shiver running down his spine as the cool air met his recently submerged skin.

A giggle left her as she reached for the bottle of conditioner, squirting a generous amount into her opposite palm. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, hun." She replied affectionately, setting the bottle aside so she could focus on working the substance along his long strands of hair.

Once his hair was completely washed, she moved onto cleaning his body—namely over the scratches and bite marks she left behind. Each one was treated with tenderness, rubbed over as gently as possible, while some got a light kiss if she could reach it. She was met with a shudder or sigh from every one, the man before her entirely relaxed while her hands roamed over his body.

By the time she was finished cleaning the both of them, the entire bathroom smelled of strawberries and vanilla – those were from Harvey's scented products – and blue raspberry. The sound of draining water filled the room as she stepped out of the tub first, helping him out with her before wrapping his shivering body in a fluffy towel.

It was obvious to her that Harvey was fairly exhausted – they only slept for an hour before the uncleanliness of their bodies became uncomfortable – as was she, yet she took delight in taking care of him. She got them both changed into some comfy night clothes, consisting of some sweatpants and loose t-shirts, both belonging to him.

After that she had him sit on the edge of the bed while she situated herself behind him, using the towel to further dry his wet locks. She then rested it around his shoulders, allowing the material to catch any stray drops of water while she brushed through his pink, yummy smelling hair.

She made sure to be delicate, careful not to pull anytime there was a small knot. Her opposite hand followed the movement of the brush from underneath his hair, an easy way to make sure he didn't feel any of the small tugs, until there was nothing but smoothness left to comb through. Even then she continued to silently brush along his hair, knowing he liked the feeling—the quiet breaths and gentle sighs were enough of an indicator to that.

It must've been very relaxing for him, seeing as she saw his head start to slightly tilt back and forth, like he was struggling not to fall asleep right then and there. She set the brush aside along with the towel, replacing it with her fingers as she combed through the silky softness—it was always such a pretty color and so smooth, she was almost jealous of how well he maintained it.

"Hun?" She called out in a hushed voice, earning an equally quiet and tired hum in return. "I'm all done if you want to lay down now. Don't want you falling onto the floor." She joked, her hand slipping ahead of him to carefully tilt his head back up.

Another hum left him, seemingly too drowsy to form a proper response. His movements were sluggish as he moved himself up the bed before turning around to collapse on his back amongst the pillows. (E/c) irises watched the entire scene with amusement dancing in them, paired by a special fondness when those baby blues peeked open to find her when she didn't join him right away.

Silently Harvey held his arms out, an invitation that she accepted without a second thought. She crawled her way up to him, positioning herself in his arms as she went to lay beside him with her upper half laying on top of his own. Her head nestled under his chin, a long, happy sigh escaping her as a kiss met her head of damp (H/c) hair.

His hands rested on her waist and back, mindlessly tracing patterns there. There was a beat of silence, nothing but relaxation as he breathed in her sweet, comforting scent and nuzzled closer to her. During that time she allowed her eyes to flutter shut, fully melting into his embrace as waves of exhaustion mixed with warmth began to overtake her.

"...did you brush your hair yet?"

She couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up from her throat when that question left him—asked so sweetly and softly, unable to help himself when it came to making sure she was also taken care of. Always worrying about her, regardless if she was the one that wanted to pamper him.

"I'll do it in the morning. Rest, love."

Notes:

Little bit of fluff, cause I wanted to write her taking care of him afterwards :)

Anyway, this was a lot easier to write than the first smut lol. I do see Harvey as a switch, but also leaning more towards submissive. He is a people pleaser, after all ;)

Whatever makes the wifey happy (and he's definitely happy about it too)

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Bloodmoney! Works