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cerealmilker · 1 month
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while visiting the doctor he asks you if you’d like to participate in highly important medical research for a bit of extra cash, he says they’ll pay five thousand bucks at the end of the research and all you have to do is “run a few standard tests and stay a couple of nights at a research facility”
you agree, i mean he said it was important and the fact they are paying you is a nice added bonus, what could be so bad about a couple of nights in a medical research facility?
the next day you arrive at the address given to you, an empty secluded carpark, with a black SUV parked in the middle. you get out expecting maybe a doctor or a scientist to happily greet you, they did say it was highly important, surely this is normal right? instead four suited men emerge from the doors of the vehicle and grab you roughly by the arms and legs carrying you into the car, kicking and struggling you notice one reach into his pocket, pull out a small cloth and push it close against your face. you only remember the sweet smell as you blackout.
florescent white light invades your vision when you re awake. groggy, you try to stretch your arms when you realise you cant move them, infact, you cant move anything from your neck down. you look down to see you are strapped down on a padded table, arms pinned to your sides, legs spread apart, naked and vulnerable. you were so confused, what the hell was going on?
you see a man, a clean looking older man wearing a white lab coat enters the room holding a clipboard and a pen and takes a seat next to you in a chair just out of your vision. you try to speak, to ask him what was going on but your words are muffled and barely audible, in your mouth was a small gag. after a couple of minutes hearing him writing on a his clipboard you notice a wet squelching sound approaching you, as it got to where you were strapped on the table you heard the man speak. “time is 22:43, first compatibility test starts now”
you felt multiple long slimy tentacles wrap round your already restrained thighs, more made their way onto your chest circling your breasts and eventually teasing your nipples, they began by gently prodding them, tapping and nudging your nipples before placing one of their suckers on each of them. this can’t be happening. you feel your clit twitch. no this- this is so wrong, you didn’t sign up for this, why was this happening to you? what was this thing? and why….why was it making you wet?
you didn’t get the chance to be confused for much longer, feeling another slimy appendage make its way up your legs, it makes its way up your thigh and then stops, right infront of your cunt. slowly it rubs itself up and down your slit, mixing its slime with your wetness before making is way to your clit. again it prods, pokes and taps at the bud between your legs. you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, you really dont want to be turned on by this but something about the way the tentacle on has now switched to suckling gently on your clit has you gushing.
“the subject responds incredibly well to stimulation provided by the first creature” the man speaks calmly, you cant stop your eyes from rolling in the back of your head, every single movement from the appendages had you twitching. its like they new exactly how and where to touch you.
you felt another appendage press at the entrance to your cunt. this one was thicker than the rest, the tip pushes into your hole, and even the first few inches are a stretch. it pushes further and further in stretching your little tight hole nice and wide for it. you cum just from the stretch alone, and the extra stimulation on the rest of your body. whatever this creature is, it does not care that your pussy has never taken anything this big before, it starts brutally shifting in and out of your stretched hole, rubbing up every wall again and again and again. you start to see stars, the overstimulation way too much for your poor body to handle.
and right when you think your on the edge, about to blackout. it stops and pushes deep down, up against your cervix. you feel its hot sticky fluid invade your womb while it twitches up against your walls. all the other appendages stop stimulating your nipples and clit, hearing them slither off and away from the table. you lie and wait, surely it was done secreting whatever fluid has just entered you and will pull out? a couple of minutes turn into ten maybe fifteen, the only sound you could hear being the mans pen on his paper.
again you hear the man speak “test will resume in 3 days, subject and creature will stay linked until birthing”
you start to cry as you hear him leave, realising you’re stuck there. overstimulated cunt stuffed to the brim with alien sperm, and a huge tentacle between your legs to keep you company till the birth of its offspring. lets hope it doesn’t get bored and play with that swollen little bud of yours.
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im-not-even-sorry · 6 months
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Cnc, medfet tw
I want a doctor to tell me it's absolutely necessary they manually examine my tcock and butthole as well as the rest of my body so they can assess if the hrt is working properly. I want them to take measurements of my dick when it's soft, then stimulate me to assure it's maximum length before measuring it again.
Oh, they have a colleague who has never had a trans patient before, surely I won't mind if they come and take a look at me too, yeah?
Then one of them could stretch my ass with their gloved fingers and the other would present how to properly stroke and tease my swollen cock till I'm trembling and moaning...
Of course they would tell me out loud what they're doing and how important it is I relax in the meantime, that's a standard procedure, nothing to worry about :)
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whumpbump · 2 months
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Quarantined
Cw: lab whump, sick whump, injections
Whumpee didn’t remember anything before the lab. They knew that must have had some kind of life because they were sure they didn’t grow up there. When they tried to think of what life was before, they drew a blank. Their mother’s face was just blurry enough that they couldn’t quite put it together. Their dad, was he even there?
Waking from their dream and shaking off the melancholy, they prepared for the day. They waited for their gruel to be pushed through the small window and awaited next directions.
“7.6.G it is time for daily assessments.” The tinny loudspeaker crackled to life.
‘7.6.G, that’s my name here, but, what was it before this?’ Whumpee wondered as they sat back in their facility-issued safety chair, bolted to the floor.
Someone in a white hazmat suit entered the room with a mirrored lens on covering their face so Whumpee couldn’t identify anyone.
“How are you feeling today, 7.6.G?” The suit asked.
“Fine.” Whumpee knew not to speak further lest they be punished. Do not speak unless spoken to, and make it short.
The suit hummed with efficiency as they took Whumpee’s blood pressure and oxygen saturation levels.
“Today is a special day! We are moving forward with testing on the project you’re involved in! This is good news!”
Whumpee smiled back at their reflection in the suit’s lens. The smile didn’t look genuine, Whumpee hoped it would fool the suit anyway. Whumpee had no idea whether it was good news or not in their case.
The suit left and after a while, Whumpee received a similar signal to sit in their chair for treatment.
‘Treatment? I don’t know if that sounds good to me..’
But ever so obedient, Whumpee sat and waited for this treatment. Two suits came in this time. Definitely not the one from the morning, they seemed very serious and carried a special cooler case with them.
“Identify yourself.” The taller suit barked at Whumpee.
“Uh, 7.6.G?”
The one holding the cooler case set it on the table next to Whumpee. Opening the case showed the interior was entirely covered in a packing foam to keep a small vial of clear liquid safe.
The tall one kept Whumpee’s attention as they asked them about how they were feeling and if they had generally good health, Whumpee wasn’t sure what this had to do with anything, and they didn’t really remember anyhow.
“We will go ahead with experiment XY70. You may begin.”
The second suit cleaned Whumpee’s arm with an alcohol pad and inserted a needle into Whumpee’s deltoid muscle. As the contents were pushed in, Whumpee yelped.
“Ow! It stings!”
“Sit STILL!”
Whumpee immediately quieted. They had misbehaved.
The tall one loomed over Whumpee.
“You had better hope you didn’t just ruin this experiment. You are the test subject. The throw away. I could easily find another and get rid of you just as easily. Do you understand? Do you understand that you’re expendable? Do you realize that I have chosen you out of hundreds of others and I have housed and fed you out of my own pocket? I just injected you with 1 million dollars worth of science. And you are still expendable to me. So stop talking. We will be back in an hour to check your vitals.”
The suits left and the tall one slammed the door to Whumpee’s room.
‘Well, I guess they’re in charge.’
As Whumpee’s heart rate slowed from their panic of being in trouble, Whumpee felt their eyelids starting to droop. Whumpee stood up to walk over to their bed and the room began to spin. Stumbling, Whumpee made it to their bed and practically fell into the spongy mattress.
Shivering, Whumpee pulled the thin blanket on top of them and curled into themselves to keep warm. The loudspeaker crackled to life. “Take your seat for the 1 hour inspection.”
Whumpee cracked open their eyes. That couldn’t have been an hour. Did they.. fall asleep? They wanted to get up. They had to. But they just couldn’t will themselves to do it. They felt exhausted. Any slight movement sent waves of pain that shocked them to their core.
The door opened and the two suits re-emerged from wherever the door led to.
“Why are you still in bed?” The tall one started, “The loudspeaker gave you an ORDER.”
“I- *cough* -I-I’m sorry, I- *cough* -I can’t get up.”
The tall one paused as the shorter one pulled the blanket back gently.
“Elaborate.” The tall one commanded as the shorter one listened to Whumpee’s heart and lungs.
“I can’t brea-breathe very w-well and I - *cough* I’m so c-cold,” Whumpee’s teeth chattered. “Any- *wheeze* -anytime I try to move, it f-feels like I’ve be-been hit by a train.”
The tall one recorded this in a notebook and their body language seemed positive.
“Well,” the tall one snapped their book shut, “it looks like you’re worth something to me after all. Congratulations. We will be monitoring you as the illness progresses.”
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heartbeat-eras · 2 months
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8?
8 - have I ever been stethed by anyone.?
Not in a cardiophile kinda of way. Only really at the doctor, however when my friend was training to be a nurse every time he would hang the requirement was that he could practice taking our vitals. I spent the whole time trying to control my breathing and heart rate so it didn’t give me away but he explained what we were listening for when taking blood pressure and let me try. I got to listen to his heart and mine for the first (hhehehe not first) and played dumb with how to use the stethoscope.
Up until joining Tumblr about a month ago I was very shy about my cardiophilia but the acceptance and respect I’ve received has been awesome and it makes me feel like I can trust and be vulnerable with someone to be gentle and respectful of her in real life too some day.
Anyways I thought it would be fun to record my heart while answering this to make it interesting and see what she has to add … 😃
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petterwass · 1 year
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This is just so cute! Vulcan reassuring Ceobe before her medical examination.
She really has fully adopted this wierd doggo
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whumpetywhump · 5 months
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Flowers For Algernon - Ep. 2
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q-gorgeous · 17 days
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Perfect Bill of Health
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Danny's forced trip to the doctor reveals he has several unexplained and suspicious unhealed or badly healed injuries
more phic for phic phight
He was sore. Even just laying in bed hurt. He didn’t know how long it would last for like this. But his alarm was going off and he needed to get ready for school. 
He lifted his arm up and pressed the button to turn his alarm off. He laid his arm across his face and groaned. Time to get up. 
Danny rolled onto his side and shakily pushed himself up. Once up, he sat on his bed for a few moments out of breath. It took too long to pass and he sighed. A knock sounded at the door and he jumped.
“Danny, sweetie, are you waking up?” His mom called. 
The sound of a saw. A bright light above him. His missing kidney being passed from one person to the other. 
He shook his head and took a deep breath.
“Yeah, Mom! I’m awake!” He said shakily.
“Okay. Make sure to get some breakfast on the way out. I made eggs and bacon with waffles today.”
“Okay, I’ll eat some.” He called back. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to stomach it.
He listened to the sound of her walking away from the door and waited until he couldn’t hear her steps anymore. 
Time to start the day.
He slowly stood up and grabbed a change of clothes and headed across the hallway to the bathroom. He started up the water and waited for it to get warm while he brushed his teeth. He turned the water off and stared into the mirror for a few moments as the water ran in the shower behind him. 
He started peeling off his hoodie, trying to avoid looking at the scar on his chest that trailed up over his collarbones. He turned around and dropped the hoodie on the floor and finished undressing before he stepped into the shower. 
Once he was done, he got dressed and pulled on a new hoodie. Dropping his old clothes off in his room, he grabbed his backpack and headed downstairs. 
His mom turned and looked up at him when he entered the kitchen.
“Danny, it’s awfully warm today. Are you sure you want to wear a hoodie?” Maddie asked as she set a plate down in front of him. 
“It’s colder inside the school.” Danny poked at the food on his plate. “I’ll be fine.” 
“Are you sure-”
“Danny-boy!” Jack walked into the living and slapped a hand on Danny’s back. “Be sure to save some waffles for the rest of us!”
“Jack!” Maddie shooed him to his own seat as Danny gasped for the air that was knocked out of him. “You know Danny’s been sore and out of breath lately.”
Jack knocked himself in the head. “Drat! That’s right. Sorry, Danny.”
“Speaking of that.” Maddie took her spot next to Jack. “You have a doctor’s appointment after school today, Danny.”
Danny spit out the small bite of eggs he finally put in his mouth. “A doctor’s appointment?”
Maddie nodded. “You’re overdue for a regular checkup and with all these other concerning symptoms you’ve been having, I think it’s time you go in for one.”
“But after school I-”
“Nope.” Maddie shook her head. “You have no extracurriculars and whatever you might have planned with Sam and Tucker can wait until after you go to your doctor’s appointment.”
“But-”
“No buts. I’ll be picking you up after school today and we’ll be heading straight there.”
Danny slumped forward in his seat and twirled his fork around on his plate. 
Maddie sighed. “Look, I know going to the doctor can be scary. Especially when something is wrong but you don’t know what. Going to the doctor when symptoms first appear instead of waiting will prevent any issues from getting worse.”
Danny nodded. “I understand.”
They finished eating the rest of their breakfast. Danny still had a bit on his plate, but he pushed it away from him and stood up.
“Have a good day at school, Danny.” Maddie came around the table and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Danny tried not to cringe and stooped down to pick up his backpack and head to school.
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Danny stared at where his mom’s car was parked in the parking lot.
“You sure you’ll be okay?”
He turned to look at Sam and Tucker as they walked up to him. 
“Yeah, Sam. I think I’ll be okay. It’ll just be a regular check up, right? What can they all do at one of those?”
“Just give us a call when you’re done.” Sam said.
“Or if you need us to break you out of there.” Tucker gently nudged him. “We’ll bust down every door to get you out.”
Danny chuckled. “I’m sure I’ll be fine, Tuck. But I will let you guys know how it went afterwards.” 
He walked away from them and made his way to his mom’s car. 
He pulled the door open and threw his bag onto the floor and jumped into the passenger seat.
“Hi, Danny!” His mom smiled at him as he shut the door and put his seatbelt on. “How was school?”
He shrugged as she pulled out of the parking lot. “It was fine. It was school. Didn’t do much of anything interesting today.”
“Aw. That’s too bad.” Maddie said. 
They drove his silence until they pulled into the parking lot of the hospital.
“The hospital?” Danny asked. “Why didn’t we go to our usual doctor’s office?”
“Because here they can perform any kind of tests they might deem necessary. If they don’t think you need anything else done, they will. If they don’t they’ll just do the regular check up and then send us home.”
She turned the car off and got out. Danny sat there for a few moments staring at the building before he finally opened his door and stood up. He followed his mom across the parking lot and into the building. Right inside the entrance was a reception desk and his mom walked up to an empty booth and smiled at the receptionist. 
“Hi! We’re here for an appointment for Danny Fenton?”
The receptionist shuffled around a couple papers and clipped them into a clipboard with a pen.
“You can take a seat and fill out these forms while you wait for the nurse. They’ll be out shortly.”
They walked over to the waiting area and took a seat in two chairs. 
They went through the checklist and filled out every symptom Danny could remember having in the last six months and his family’s medical history. They were at the bottom of the sheet when a nurse walked through the door leading to the examination rooms.
“Danny Fenton?”
Maddie stood up and Danny’s heart rate spiked.
“Haha, you don’t have to come with me, mom. I’m old enough to go to my own doctor’s appointments on my own now.”
Maddie frowned at him. “Are you sure? I can come in and advocate for you. Make sure they’re taking you seriously.”
“No no, it’s fine. I’ll be okay.”
He stood up with the clipboard and walked over to the nurse.
“I’m Danny.”
“Hi, Danny.” The nurse smiled at him. “If you follow me, we’ll start by taking your height and weight. Once we get to the examination room we’ll go through checking your vitals.” 
They walked up to a scale and Danny took off his shoes.
“120 pounds.” The nurse said.
She unfolded the height thing and pulled it down to the top of his head. 
“Five foot five. Follow me.” 
He followed behind her down the hallway. He studied the walls as they walked by another desk. She stopped and opened a door to their right. 
“In here. You can take a seat on the bed over there.”
He sat down and took another look around the room. It looked like any other normal doctor’s room he’s been in before. 
“We’re going to start with your temperature.” 
She stuck a thermometer in his ear and took it out when it beeped. She frowned at it. “Ninety four degrees.” 
She stuck another thing in his ear and moved to his other side. When she was done, she grabbed the blood pressure device. He held up his arm and she wrapped it around it and started pumping it. It squeezed Danny’s arm as she studied the measurement. She pulled it off.
“Blood pressure is low.”
A knock sounded at the door and a doctor walked in.
“Hi, Susan. I can take it from here.” She said. 
Susan walked out of the room and the doctor sat down in the swivel chair next to the bed.
“I’m Dr. Burnell. Your mom said you came in with concerns about shortness of breath today?”
“You talked to my mom?” He asked.
She nodded. “I just went to ask her a few questions and to get permission to run tests.”
“Don’t you need my permission too?” Danny frowned at her. 
“Unfortunately, your mom has the legal say on any medical treatment you go through. But any tests we run are for your benefit so we can get to the root of the issue. But before we get to any of that, I’m going to ask you to take a couple deep breaths while I listen through the stethoscope.”
“Okay…”
She stood up and walked over to him. She placed the stethoscope on his back and listened as he took a deep breath. She frowned.
“Can you take another breath?”
He did as she asked and she stepped away. 
“Have you had any injuries lately? Been hurt in any sports at school?”
His bones cracking as his chest was ripped open. The pain as it radiated outward. Voices talking around him. 
“No.” He said shakily. “No injuries. I don’t play any sports at school.”
Her frown deepened. “I’d like to do an x-ray of your chest. It sounds like you may have a couple broken ribs. That could explain your soreness but not your shortness of breath. For that I’d like to do an MRI.”
“Broken ribs?” Danny asked. He would have thought those would have healed by now.
Dr. Burnell nodded. “When a patient has broken ribs, you can hear them rattling through the stethoscope. There’s not much we can do for those besides prescribe bed rest and pain meds while you’re healing.”
He nodded. “Okay.” 
“If you come with me, we can get started.”
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Danny was led back to his examination room once the tests were over. They were much more painless than he was expecting, but he still didn’t know what his body would look like in them. If his ghostly qualities would appear in them. 
He’d been sitting in this room for quite a while now and he wasn’t sure when the doctor would be coming back. 
A knock finally sounded at the door and Danny jumped in his seat. “Come in.” He called.
Dr. Burnell walked in, staring at some sheets in her hands. She looked frazzled and concerned. 
“We have your scans back Danny, but we haven’t gone to talk to your mom yet. We wanted to check in with you first.” 
Danny frowned at her. What could they have found that she’d be this concerned about? Especially if they still haven’t gone to get his mom to tell them the news together?
“You do indeed have a couple broken ribs. When we did the MRI we did find out that the broken ribs are pushing against your lungs causing your shortness of breath.”
Danny nodded. Was that all they were concerned about?
“But we found something else.”
She handed him his x-ray. His heart dropped into his stomach at the color he saw in the scan that he knew wasn’t supposed to be there.
A green orb sat in the center of his chest.
“And your MRI.”
She handed him another scan and this one had specks of green littered throughout his body. 
The doctor stared at Danny.
“What did your parents do to you?”
Danny pulled back suddenly. “What do you mean what did my parents do to me?“ he asked shakily. 
“We have no other evidence of this type of ecto-contamination in any other patients in Amity Park.” Dr. Burnell said. “We see cases of child abuse often in the hospital. It’s something we have to ask.”
“My parents would never hurt me.” Danny said shakily as he stood up from his seat. 
“We’ve already contacted CPS. They’re going to come and ask you and your mom some questions.”
Danny started hyperventilating. They were going to tell his mom about his injuries and ecto-contamination. They were going to tell her about his core. How would he explain this away? If he was just ecto-contaminated he could get away with that, but not having a core. 
“I- I have to go.” Danny turned towards the door and tripped over his own feet. He hit the ground hard and his chest exploded in pain and stars burst in his eyes.
“Danny!” Dr. Burnell shouted. He could hear her running over and kneeling on the ground beside him. She turned him to his back. Then there was a light shining in his eyes.
White light. The pain. His parents. 
“Get away from me!” Danny shouted. 
His ghostly wail must’ve pushed its way into his shout through his anxiety because the windows on the wall opposite from them shattered. Dr. Burnell covered her face and Danny pulled himself away from her, backing up across the floor. 
“What was that?” Dr. Burnell asked. 
Danny shook his head. “My mom didn’t do anything.”
“Okay.” She whispered. “Okay. She didn’t do anything. But we still don’t know what that is inside your chest. It might be a tumor. We need to-”
He covered his chest with his hands. “No!” 
His core in their hands. Bright lights. Even brighter light. It fell back in his chest and his parents were covering their eyes. His chance.
“You can’t have it!” 
“What is it?”
Danny stared at her. He couldn’t tell some random person his secret. There was no way. 
But this was a doctor. If his mom kept forcing him to go to doctors appointment after doctor's appointment, he’d keep having the same problem. The doctor’s discovering something they shouldn’t have that could only really be worked back to his parents. 
Was there anything else he could do?
“It’s… It’s my core. I’m half ghost.”
“Half ghost?” Dr. Burnell asked. “That doesn’t sound real.”
Danny nodded. “It is. But you can’t tell my parents. CPS can’t talk to them.” 
She gave him some placating hand gestures. “Okay, okay. They’re on their way right now. How do we stop them?”
Danny turned intangible and invisible and called on his transformation. He flew his way towards the waiting room and got there just as someone walked up to his mom. 
“Madeline Fenton-”
He flew into their body, overshadowing him. 
“Yes?” Maddie asked. 
“Oh, nothing much. We just wanted to check and say hi. Danny will be out shortly.”
“Oh! Okay. Should I start checking out?”
He nodded. “You guys will be all set to go.”
She stood up and headed towards the reception desk. Danny turned and walked through the door leading to the hallway and walked the agent around a couple turns and corners before flying out of him. 
Danny transformed back and was about to walk back out through the door when he saw Dr. Burnell. 
She had a stoney expression on her face. He was sure she didn’t believe him. He wouldn’t believe him either. But there was no other option. Not one that disrupted his entire life and flipped everything on its side. He was already different. He didn’t want anything else to change.
He walked back out through the door, ignoring Dr. Burnells gaze. 
“How did everything turn out Danny?” Maddie asked him as they walked out through the front entrance. 
Bright light. Saw. Nicked his core. Screams. Escape. 
“It’s alright.” Danny lied. “Perfect bill of health.”
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As a forensic pathologist you get really good really fast at building emotional fortresses. Not just emotional walls, but battlements and guard towers to keep yourself apart from the work you do. I cannot tell you how many people in how many different pieces I've seen, how many murders, how many motor vehicle collisions, how many decomposed folks or partly eaten folks or folks in all sorts of states. And I am, almost always, fine with that. I very rarely feel much about the cases I work beyond professional interest, and the need to get things right and correct. And that's good. It keeps my reports clean and factual, which is what is needed of me.
But every now and then I get a case that slams through all those battlements. That is so profoundly bad that it hits home.
Anyway, I am moderately fucked in the head right now, and will be doing self-care for the rest of the evening. Apologies for the venting.
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hyejoosheartbeat · 2 years
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a few deep breaths in and out, then one short breathhold! i'd like to push my heart farther next time~
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alanaundercovers · 2 months
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Me 👩‍⚕️ nursing all PPP’ed up 😷 middle of my shift. 🏥 Can I examine you? 🩺 💉🩻😘😘
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heart-2-get · 3 months
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been thinking about maybe writing some cardiophile stories
is there anything you guys would like to read?
I don't write dark cardiophilia or resus of any sort, but anything sweet or sexy or paired with general medfet/examination is fair game so if you have any ideas, leave me an ask and i'll see if it sparks any creativity ♥
i also write d/s, dd/lg, cnc, enemas, breeding, impregnation, breath play, virgin, anal, bondage, voyeurism, sounding, tentacles, oviposition, depth play, lactation, belly bulge, fisting, somno, mild intoxication (weed, mild sedatives/anxiolytics), knotting, omo (holding only, no wetting), and sensory deprivation
any of those in combination with cardiophilia or medfet can be submitted
i also love cardiophilia as a part of aftercare, so that's fair game
if i come across a list of prompts i like, i'll reblog those and potentially open up some requests ♥
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doctorlover93 · 1 month
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Which one better: Anime or Realism?
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hotboxerdude · 1 month
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