Hey so whenever you have the time, could you do and imagine where you have a fear of sex, so you go see Dr.Andover. When the two of you meet there is a mural attraction. Instead of using the fear simulation, he decided that he would be your treatment.
Oh anon, you are a genius and you know he'd be SO into you asking him to be your treatment? The ego on this man would skyrocket, you can't convince me otherwise. But having such a phobia just takes a lot of careful actions and very open communication. Imagine how SOFT this would be?! Omg, well, I hope you enjoy this~
"Show Me How" ||
Doctor Peter Andover x GN!Reader
Rating: Explicit; gender-neutral sex (kept it as vague as possible since it wasn't stated in the ask, I hope it's okay!), masturbation, doctor x patient 'relationship', consensual sex, guided masturbation
Length: 3k
Dr. Andover had seen very many things come in and out of his office, but never did he see something quite like you as you sat across from him.
You came in with a case of genophobia, which was normal in most cases, but yours was incredibly elevated and the mere thought of any sexual intimacy had sent you into a spiraling panic. This was ruining any relationships that would blossom, it kept you feeling alone and isolated, and even your friends felt awkward whenever they would ask you to come and hang out when they invited their significant others. You wanted to see if there was a way you could at least lower the intensity of your phobia, you figured there was no way of truly curing you from it, so you heard through word of mouth of an incredibly talented doctor that could cure people of their worst fears.
You did try many other ways with much trial and error, so you were desperate to find a way to cure yourself from the panic attacks, you at least wanted that.
So your roommate set up an appointment and got you in to see the doctor this week, and here you sat before him, curled into yourself on the plush chair in front of his desk.
"Hello, I'm Doctor Andover, you must be Y/L/N," he greeted and held out his hand.
You took it hesitantly and shook it quickly, then retracted your hand almost as quickly as you offered it. You noted how soft his hand felt in yours but immediately shook that thought away.
"Hi," You replied simply. "I heard you're the best at helping cure people's fears. And I uh, well, mine is kinda heightened."
Doctor Andover chuckled and nodded as he sat back against his chair. "How kind of you to say," his voice replied smoothly. "I will admit, I do have a reputation to uphold, so I'm the ammunition to go to in these extreme situations." He leaned forward and looked at you over the glare of his glasses, giving you a small smile. "Well, it says here," he scammed his eyes over the paperwork you filled out, "that you have genophobia, the fear of sexual intercourse. It's very common in trauma patients, and also confused with erotophobia, which is the fear of any aspect of sex. There's also a common shared phobia of haphephobia, a fear of being touched. So tell me about it so we can make sure it's the right one we're treating."
You sat there uneasily and picked at the skin around your nails while you stared at the smooth surface of his desk. "Well, as a kid I wasn't really one to like hugs or kisses from family members and they found it odd, but they'd always say 'it was rude not to hug your aunt', so I was forced to hug my relatives up until I started fighting back physically. They stopped making me after an incident…
"And that's when…something else happened with a family member… I just don't wanna talk about that right now… but otherwise I was able to hold hands with someone when I was in high school, they asked me out and I wasn't sure which the right answer was, so I said yes. They wanted to take things so quickly, but I asked them to at least ask me when they wanted any affection. That didn't work out so well…"
Dr. Andover nodded along and kept solid eye contact with you as you spoke, and he kept an open mind when you kept your answers semi brief, he understood the gist of it. "Unfortunately that sounds all too common for your situation, Y/N, but we do have several options for people with your case. How far have you gone with someone you've been in a relationship with? As in, what did you do with them to the point you were okay with?"
You sighed and recalled your past. "I've held hands, been kissed on the cheek, and a few times on the lips, but after a while, I got very uneasy when my ex would force me to kiss them out in public. I haven't had actual sex with any of my exes, they either dumped me for not doing anything with them or I broke it off because they expected it whenever they wanted and I told them no."
You looked defeated and seemed as if you wanted to cry as you curled your legs closer to your chest. The doctor reread through your file and remained silent for a moment, gauging what exactly he could do here.
The way you looked at him though, he felt as if you trusted him wholly to help you, and he couldn't help but look at you as if you were such a fragile creature. Sure, he'd seen many walks of life in his office, but you were a very pure soul who looked for help and had been denied or let down so many times, he wanted to be the one to help you completely.
He leaned forward and let out a sigh as he thought, exhausting every idea he could in his mind until you spoke up.
"Doctor Andover-"
"Please," he interrupted you, "call me Peter."
"Okay, Peter, I know that my case is extreme, but if you can't help me, I'd understand. I just want to be able to enjoy my life to its fullest, you know?"
His eyes stared down at you and he couldn't help but smile. "I know, which is why I'm willing to personally see your case over. This is an escalated situation and you're so young, you deserve to feel everything that's included in that. But you have to trust me, and if you can't continue with our sessions, I want you to be one hundred percent honest with me, okay?"
You nodded and felt that you could absolutely trust him, especially when so many people had recommended him to help with your fears, it would be stupid not to trust him.
For the next week, he oversaw your treatments and you had gotten into the large tank he had, wondering just how something like this would help you, but you listened and did everything he asked. But as time went on, nothing really helped you and you'd get incredibly anxious whenever you came out of treatment, but you found yourself to be calm around Doctor Andover. He would sit with you for long periods of time in your room, talking about his work or just talking about you and the things you enjoyed in life.
He definitely wasn't expecting the next sentence to come out of your mouth, though.
He looked shocked as if he couldn't comprehend whatever he was hearing. "I beg your pardon?"
"Look, I know it's sorta drastic and a little weird, but it makes sense, right?" You sat up straight and looked at him expectantly. "How else am I supposed to move forward if nothing else is working?"
"To be clear, you're asking me to, uh, assist you personally in overcoming this fear?"
You nodded matter-of-factly and placed your shaky hand over his. "I haven't felt this comfortable with anyone in a very long time, so maybe you are the answer."
"I'm the treatment for you," he repeated. Then he laughed nervously and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and sat there wordlessly. "I will be quite honest with you, Y/N, I did feel a connection to you when I first met you in my office, but after hearing exactly why you were here, I couldn't exploit that. I've never done this before with a client."
"Hmm, I don't believe that, you're incredibly handsome…" You shifted closer to him on your bed and bit your lip gently, chewing on it as you sat beside him closer than you ever thought possible. "I appreciate that Doctor, I really do. But I've been thinking a lot about this, and if you think this is too extreme, I'd understand."
He turned to look at you and actually took in your features for the first time this close. He wasn't sure how to react around someone of your caliber, but he'd be sure to take things slow and use open communication.
"Alright, well, I'll tell you before I'm about to do anything, okay? I'll be sure to walk you through it, but for now, you can close your eyes and concentrate on the sound of my voice. Breathe in and out slowly several times, then look at me when you're ready."
You nodded and shifted to look directly at him, the white wisps of hair that hung around his face covered some of his features, but it all soon went black as soon as you closed your eyes. You trusted him and he wouldn't steer you wrong. Then you took several long, deep breaths and opened your eyes again.
Peter had to fight the urge and the uncomfortable strain in his dress pants as he thought about you in so many ways, but he promised you he'd take care of you and that's what he'd do. He smiled and spoke gently.
"I'm going to grab your hand and hold it, okay? Just simply hold it. If you want me to remove my hand, please tell me."
You watched as he reached for your hand and placed it in his, his fingers entwined with yours and held them softly. You breathed in and out slowly, convincing yourself that this wasn't the end of the world, he was just holding your hand. Another platonic action that many people did.
You smiled and nodded at him, urging Peter to continue. He began to stroke your hand with his thumb, taking it slow and easy for you, and his intense eyes were on you, waiting for any indication of discomfort. When you gave none, he upped the stakes and allowed his hand to skate up your arm, letting it rest on your elbow as he urged you to scoot forward.
"Please tell me if-"
"I will," you breathed, "promise. Just please, keep going."
Doctor Andover pulled you forward until you sat in his lap, and that was one of the biggest steps you've taken so far, and you felt no discomfort while you were here with him. You slipped your legs on either side of him and sat comfortably straddling him, your heartbeat quickened as you felt him beneath you, shifting from how uncomfortable his election was becoming. You could see his breathing hitch whenever you moved against him, you could tell he wanted you badly.
The sounds that came from him only made you want to continue, and it was incredibly hard to push yourself to do this, but the way Peter allowed you to take control over him like this had really helped you, taking your actions at your own pace was something you never really had the option for. While you watched his face relax as your hand drifted down his chest, your attention was stolen once he made a very guttural growl as your hand barely touched just an inch away from his inner thigh. You could tell the pain he was in when you saw just how tight his pants were, so you placed your hand on his belt buckle.
"Did you want me to take these off? You seem to be in some discomfort," you smiled and tugged at the belt.
"Yes, oh my god, please," he begged, his breathing picked up once your hands fumbled with the black leather, but he watched intently.
He sprang out from his pants, his underwear already ruined with pre cum seeping through. You weren't sure how to really handle yourself for this, so you looked up to him and bit your lip. "I'm not really sure how to continue, show me?"
God, he was having a hell of a time trying not to pin you down and take you all for himself, your innocence only made him hungrier for it. He hadn't been touched in a long time by someone else and it showed.
"We-well, you can go about it several ways," he began, "it all depends on you though. Foreplay is uh, important, it helps prep both people for one another. So if you were to either lick your hand or spit in it and then slowly start stroking, it-"
You cut him off by placing your hand on it and stroked him gently just once, and Peter threw his head back, letting out a low moan. You then licked your hand like he explained and experimented again, stroking him once, twice, and he was already bucking his hips upward.
"I'm sorry!" He barked. "It just feels so amazing, you're doing so-so well. Did you want to stop?" He brought his head back to look at you and you shook your head.
"I think I want to try," you said firmly. "Please let me know if I'm doing it right." You pushed yourself off of him and began to strip, naturally, his eyes were on you and he fought hard against helping you.
When you were standing bare before him, you felt yourself slowly leaking down the sinside of your thighs, Peter took notice of it immediately and licked his lips as you climbed back on top of him.
"Can I sit on you?" You asked softly.
He held out his hands and helped you ease yourself onto his cock, the groan that tore from his throat was almost animalistic as you sunk down slowly onto him, he stretched you out and you took your time to fully push him all the way in until he was buried inside of you. You leaned forward and sighed as your head rested on his shoulder, just easing yourself into this as your hands began to shake a little.
"Am I doing good?"
"Fuck, Y/N, you're doing so good, ahh, yeah just take it one step at a time. When you're ready, you can rock your hips and go at your own pace."
You did as he told you and slowly, you began to gently rock back and forth against him, and you felt that the way he stretched you out felt better than you expected. Peter's hands sat on either side of your waist and he couldn't help but tighten his grip whenever you pushed yourself fully back onto him.
You let out a few muffled sounds of your own and moaned his name, which he found incredibly hot.
"Yeah, I love when you call out my name like that," he purred as he threw his head back.
"Mhm, I think I like calling it out," you confessed. "Ahh, Peter, please, show me how it's done, fuck-"
At that, he warned that he was going to have you move to where your back was against his chest, then he eased himself back inside of you, his hands on both of your thighs. While he lay back against the mattress, he thrust his hips upward as he held you still, and the feeling of him constantly hitting your spot just right over and over again drove you wild.
"Oh my god, Peter- FUCK!"
He slowed as he was about to ask you if he should continue, but you bounced your hips against him, causing him to stop mid-sentence.
"Don't stop, please, keep going!"
He continued to thrust upward into you, his hands gripping your chest, your arms, anywhere that he could hold onto you so you wouldn’t slip. He was so close to his end but knew better than to ruin you the first time, so he begged you to slow down so he could reposition you again. When you knew that he was close, you lay back against your mattress and stared up at him, his face was slick with sweat while his hair clung to him, and his breathing was heavy as he took a moment to check on you.
“You’re still okay?” he asked softly.
You nodded and gave him a gentle smile. “Yeah, I feel… I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel that I can trust you.” You reached your hand up and played a bit with his hair. “It’s almost like I didn’t even think that my phobia was real…” Your words trailed off while Peter leaned in close to you, his face shifted from thoughtful to kind.
He stroked the side of your face and smiled before asking once again if you wanted to continue, and once you gave him the go-ahead, he slowly eased himself back inside of you, the feeling of you clenching around him made him shutter. You reached your arms around him and held him to you as he began to build his pace up again, and you could feel yourself getting that odd feeling in the pit of your stomach. Peter warned you again that he was getting close, his voice almost taken from him as he groaned your name over and over again.
“Y/N, I’m going to– ahh fuck, I’m about to cum,” he growled.
“Then cum, Peter, please.”
He quickly pulled out from you and wrapped his hand around his cock, the pressure that built up during your session finally released all over your bare chest and stomach, his heavy panting and pathetic groans filling the room. You hadn’t been completely satisfied yet, but you didn’t expect to be, this was only the first time you were able to push this experiment onto him.
Doctor Andover collapsed beside you on the bed and couldn’t help but lift his head to look at you. “I’m sorry it didn’t go as long as it could have, like I said, it’s–”
You laughed and shook your head. “Are you kidding? This was the first time I’d done anything like this in so long, I don’t expect either of us to know what the hell we were doing. But I want to thank you for indulging my silly treatment idea, it’s definitely shown me it’s possible that I can trust someone.”
He smiled and let out a breathy laugh. “Guess you could say I’ll have to keep providing you this treatment, hmm, Y/N?”
With a large smile, you turned away and stared up at the ceiling, your heart still pounding wildly as you lay there. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
This was going to prove to be a very interesting session.
**I was going through my slasher stuff and I saw that I did in fact write a little something for Doctor Andover, and yet I can’t find it here on Tumblr? Maybe I didn’t dig deep enough, but hey, I gotta post this regardless.
Anonymous asked: This is stuck in my mind, well I just wanna sit on Andover's desk and wanna wrap my legs around him and feel him pushing deep and a bit rough inside me and feel him burying his moans and breaths in my neck fckk. (I'm sorry but I have to share this)
It's funny how that was my first thought once I saw him as Dr. Andover, especially with that hair that can get a little messy and just frame his face. Mhm. And sorry, I couldn't help myself, so I wrote some yummy stuff below for you, anon.
Work Break
At first he'd protest, trying his best to explain to you that this was important, he couldn't stray away, but once you gently moved all of his papers off to the side and sat in the middle of his desk, he'd get the hint that you wouldn't take no for an answer.
He'd let out a defeated sigh while leaning his hands on either side of you, his face dangerously close to yours as his eyes stared deeply into your own. "You're treading on dangerous waters, sweetheart," he'd warn with his honeyed voice.
You sheepishly grinned up at him while you reached out and pulled him in between your spread legs. He licked his lips as he stood up tall, letting his hands slide around your thighs while his mouth was placed firmly on yours.
You were hungry for him and craved his touch since he was always so caught up in his work at the clinic, so you reached down to unzip his pants, showing him that you weren't playing around. He took a slight step back to give you some room, and once he was free of them, he kicked them off and pushed himself onto you, kissing you with more fervor as he grabbed at the hem of your pants.
Without breaking contact, he had pulled them down from your hips, followed by your underwear and picked you up, placing you back on his desk. Once he was freed from his own underwear, he'd push inside you, feeling just how wet you were for him already. He groaned upon entering you, his hands grabbing your hips with need as he thrust himself inside and placed his head against your shoulder. You placed a hand on his head, your fingers slipping through his hair as you arched your back to allow your hips to feel more of him.
"Doctor," you whined as he continued to take you, and calling him that during your intimate moments had always brought a satisfied smile to his face. He replied with upping his pace, his hot breath hitting the crook of your neck as he began to pant through the groans he would release.
Feeling yourself coming closer, you gripped onto his shirt as he continued to pound you, his pace never slowing as he felt his build-up coming to a close as well.
"Doctor, I'm-" You couldn't even finish your sentence as you felt him slam into you one last time as you cried out, throwing your head back as you rode your orgasm as far as you could. He buried his face against you as he released himself within you, his body shaking from the high it was experiencing.
This was definitely the first time you had been fucked on his desk, but you hoped it wouldn't be your last.
Imagine waking up next to Andover, you open your eyes and there he lays next to you, staring at the ceiling and just smiling, why? Because he has you, he turns around after some time feeling you were taking his features in, his hair is so messy when he cuddles up to you and you let your hand run through his hair "Mornin' " you whisper kissing him softly "Any plans for today Peter?" , "Just staying with you in bed" he chuckles before he snuggles even more up to you resting his head on your chest.
This is me at Peter. Because he's fucking precious.
So, I guess I have an oral fetish. I love tongues and what they can do, I like looking at them. I especially love how this goes hand in hand with blowjobs. My fantasies have lately turned into me making Freddy, Stuart, or even Andover weak when it comes to rolling my tongue over the head of their cock before deepthroating them, watching how Stuart shudders and writhes, how Freddy groans and makes me take him deeper, how Andover is trying to be restrained but growls if I stop. I love them all.
Oh hell yeah, nothing like some oral to keep the night interesting, right? Just as you described, I have no doubt in mind that's that how they'd react. 🤤👌🏻
Imagine waking up to Andover's gentle touches. You're curled up in bed, the sheets draped over you. He's spooning you, holding you close. His hands are wandering, gently caressing and lightly groping your hips, your ass, until he finally grabs your breasts. His breathing is hot against your skin as he kisses your neck and shoulder, rubbing and squeezing at your nipples b/t two fingers before kneading your breasts after, grinding into you. He promptly turns you over to straddle you, to take you.
Ooh man, he would be one of those lazy Sunday sort of gropers, wanting to wake up and make sure you wake to his touch, but hes so relaxed laying beside you that he finds it incredibly difficult to fully straddle you 😩👌🏻
Something for my heart and yours- Imagine comforting Andover when he goes through the bad days of working at the clinic. When he goes on airplane mode, he may not say much, but you being there and helping him remember to eat, to stay hydrated instead of drinking away his guilt for losing a patient or two, to hold him tight when he breaks down every now and then, making sure he gets some sleep after working/recording notes. He's so grateful for you being there for him when he needs you the most.
From what I've gathered, it's tough to keep up your every day habits and focus completely on something as big as his clinic, and he thanks you every day even though it may not seem like much.
What you do for him is beyond what he feels he deserves, but he's thankful you're by his side and care for him like you do ♡
Guess who spontaneously purchased fear clinic and is revving up to see the lovely Dr. Andover and get inspired for thirst and fluff for thirsty thursday and fluffy friday? THIS BITCH RIGHT HERE 🎉🎉🎉🎉 I'm so excited and a little nervous, I haven't seen it yet but am still finishing up the mini series before diving in
OOH YES HONEY!!!
Thirsty Thursday and Fluffy Friday is gonna be where it's at this week! Very excited for you to see it and Robert in all his glory!!
