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I JUST TOSSED MY VAPE ON THE BED AND IT LANDED, FLIPPED, THEN LANDED STANDING UP WTF I WON PHYSICS
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im not actually transgender i just dont have a dick because this one time it got too hard and it exploded everywhere and now its gone forever
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I’m not ready for this kind of commitment *runs away*
I can't talk about fucking my friends casually anymore my friends now follow this blog /j
@the-scheme-system You have taken my blog from me with your robot fucking how do u feel /lh
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Amazing
I can't talk about fucking my friends casually anymore my friends now follow this blog /j
@the-scheme-system You have taken my blog from me with your robot fucking how do u feel /lh
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When you get triggered out of over a year of dormancy by robot fucking and mind control mention
Incredibly on brand for me
@drowning-in-pleasure
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Vague posting about a movie I just watched but
So some of the robots are able to be controlled by the other robots in a kind of brain washing style
Concept: some of the robots force the other robots to fuck you
ALSO
These black ones can re form into any shape, including making cuffs around limbs
And they’re like,, ballpark estimate 8 feet tall
#having thoughts feelings and emotions#robot fucker#brainwashing#mind control#corruption kink#-ghost
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COWARD
Thinking about fucking robots again
How’s your day going
@thathomelessartist
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Thinking about fucking robots again
How’s your day going
@thathomelessartist
#just watched Mitchells vs the machines#why are those robots so hot#me and my best friend the entire time were like#gods I wanna fuck the robots
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Shout out to Alkibiades from ac odyssey for being a twink
He’s so fucking hot. They had no right to make him so hot. I’ve been obsessed with this man since I bought the fucking game years ago. And to actually let us fuck him?? But it’s NOT on camera???? Jail. Jail for game devs until they animate it.
Fuck it I might as well animate it. I want to draw him so bad. WHY have I only ever met like two twinks who are prettier than him, both of whom I’m already fucking dating like. I’m greedy. Give me him too. I won’t ask nicely. Hand over the Athenian twink and no one gets hurt except him
#alkibiades#ac odyssey#-Athens#it would be nice if I didn’t have to be SO FUCKING GAY ABOUT HIM#I WANNA FOCUS ON THE STORYLINE#I KNOW IVE ALREADY PLAYED THE GAME FIVE TIMES#HES VERY DISTRACTING THOUGH
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“Brother’s Friends”
18+ only. Minors and ageless blogs will be blocked.
Pairing: masc top x gender neutral bottom, fem top x gender neutral bottom, both tops have penises, bottom is not specified but implied to have two holes. You could view it as two or one would really work either way.
Warnings: Jesus fuck where do we begin. Very detailed non con. Can’t stress that enough. Violence. Threatening. Intimidation. Cutting/blood/knives. Threats of very serious injury but does not actually occur. Mocking. Sadism. Forced cream pie. No aftercare/preparation.
If we missed any tags please let us know, asks are open.
Disclaimer: I hope it goes without saying that something like this is not ok in the real world. Obviously consent is the most important thing when it comes to bdsm, this is fantasy. For the real world: Get consent. Use protection. Prepare properly. Give aftercare.
By: Clarisse and Luke.
Not very well proofread, I’m sorry but I’m horny I don’t care enough -Clarisse.
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When your older brother told you he was having some friends over you didn’t think much of it. You planned to just sit on the couch with them and hang out, maybe watch some YouTube or something.
A knock comes from the door and he answers it, greeting his friends and welcoming them inside.
The first to step in is a tall, blond man with a slim runner build. Ice blue eyes and a scar on his right one. He’s just wearing a simple tshirt and jeans, converse sneakers. He looked vaguely familiar, like you had seen him at one of the track meets or something.
The next one you recognized, and you froze. An even taller person walks in behind him, muscular with choppy brown hair and dark fiery eyes. She wears a bandana around her forehead, a black sports bra, and a matching camo vest and shorts set. Black combat boots echoing with her steps. She looks over at you and sneers, confirming your fears. The girl from the volleyball team.
She looks back at your brother as he explains something you don’t care about, eyeing the exit and noticing you’re not getting upstairs without her seeing. Between your worried glances at the doorway you notice she’s looking at you again, but as soon as you turn she looks away again.
The evening ends up with the original plan, sitting between your brother and the blond as the girl sprawls out in the recliner. The conversation shifts to video games and your brother mentions he could bring down the PlayStation, you could make two teams and take turns. Everyone agrees and he runs off to grab it.
While he’s gone the tension grows a bit thick, silence as no one can really decide what to say.
“I’ll be right back” you say quietly, moving towards the hall to the bathroom. You dip inside and close the door, grabbing a wash cloth to wipe your face. You take a moment to look in the mirror, placing your hands on the sink and whispering to yourself “come on now. You can’t be acting like this. She already knows somethings up. You can’t afford them asking any-“
The door slams open, and she’s standing there. Leaning in the doorframe, eyeing you.
“EVERYTHING OK DOWN THERE?” Your brother yells
“WE’RE GOOD. TAKE YOUR TIME” she yells back, looking back at you. The blond appears from behind her
“I think we’ll be taking our time, too.”
NSFW under cut.
You stare at them
“Uh, you could knock-“ you say, awkwardly.
“I could knock- shut the fuck up. I wanna know what’s going on with you. Every game this season you come to watch with (brother) and when I come over to talk to y’all after suddenly you don’t know how to talk. I’ve seen you with other people. I know something’s up.” She steps towards you, grabbing your chin
“And I think we all know what it is.” She smirks down at you, before pushing her face against yours and grabbing your hands. She backs you up against the wall, holding you there while the blond locks the door.
“Well, if we’re actually going to do this, you should at least know what to call us. I’m Luke,” he said, the girl pulled her face away to let you look at him, you saw him unbuckling his belt as he walked towards you “and the one who can’t keep it in her pants is Clarisse.” He said.
Clarisse laughed, ��yeah as if I don’t remember what you were texting me in there. About how you couldn’t wait to grab them and-“
He shot her a look and she rolled her eyes, “Whatever”.
Clarisse sneered down at you again “So. You know what’s gonna happen, right?” She asked. You didn’t respond, avoiding her gaze. She gripped your chin again “I asked you a question, didn’t I?” This time you dared to meet her gaze.
“Is this the part where you move and we pretend this didn’t happen?”
“No.” She smiled. “This is the part where we take you.”
“And if I don’t make it easy?”
This time it’s Luke who laughs, “you don’t want to find that out.” He said, gripping a knife clipped on his belt. You began to realize that this was more serious than you thought, and just as you try to scream Clarisse covers your mouth.
“Alright. Guess we’re doing this the hard way.”
With her other hand she pulls off the bandana, Luke grabbing you by the shoulders roughly as she shoves it into your mouth. He hooks his arms under yours, “you’ve got one more chance to make this easier on yourself.” He said, looking down at you. It almost looked like he wanted you to listen. “Stay still. This will be a lot easier on all of us if you stay still.” Of course at that you try to hook your leg under his and he growls “fine. But don’t say I didn’t try to be nice.”
Nice? You thought.
Clarisse starts to undo her own belt and you realize something, she is definitely either wearing a strap on or has an erection right now. Either way, she steps in front of you and grins.
“Cute little outfit you’re wearing. Be a shame if it ended up ruined.” She laughed. “Clarisse” Luke warned “I know.” She said, grabbing at the waist of your pants and pulling down.
You kicked, fought back, tried to knee her in the face, but she caught every attempt and every struggle seemed to just make her grip tighter. Eventually she got your pants and underwear down, pulling them off completely and standing back up to grab your wrists. You were confused until you felt Luke move, and when you realized what he was doing you fought ten times harder.
He stood back in place behind you, hooking his arms under yours again. You could feel something pressing against you, and you tried not to think about it.
“So. How long would you say we have?” Clarisse asked
“Don’t know.” Luke replied
“Fuck it.” They both said, looking down at you like it was an ironic pun.
Clarisse gripped your legs behind the knee and hoisted you up, if you could you would be screaming, but the more you tried the more or felt like you were choking on the fabric. They positioned you strangely, Luke against the wall holding your arms, Clarisse right in front of the sink between your legs, your feet placed on the counter. With the way they were holding you there was really no way to break free, and when Clarisse freed her cock you knew this wasn’t the joke you had tried to convince yourself it was. They were serious. They were going to do this.
Clarisse pushed in first, not giving a single thought to you. Luke pushed in second, slower, like he cared; at least a little. If you thought the first was bad though, this was worse. Of course they didn’t give a fuck about preparing you. Of course they didn’t give a fuck that it hurt. You knew you were crying, not sure when it started but at this point you didn’t care anymore.
“Aww. Little thing. Why are you crying? Does it hurt?” She asked, mockingly.
You knew it was futile, but on the small chance she would have any mercy you nodded
“Good.”
She thrusted harder.
For the first minute Luke seemed much less into it, and part of you kept hoping he would stop it. That he was at least bored and wouldn’t care enough to keep going. But when he saw you crying, he suddenly seemed a lot more excited. The thrusts from the back got harder too, it almost sounded like he was groaning. Very quietly mind you, couldn’t have anyone hearing anything that was happening to you.
For some reason the idea of that gave you enough energy to fight back just a bit more, jerking your limbs suddenly hoping they wouldn’t be expecting it. Of course they were. They caught you immediately. And now they were mad.
“Fucking-“ Luke grabbed your arms a lot more forcefully “you should’ve fucking listened when I said stay still.” He crossed one arm over your chest, he and Clarisse easily holding you in place. You heard a metallic click and froze, breath hitching.
“Oh yeah, you know what this is.” Luke said, tracing it along his side. He held it up for them all to look at, a small switchblade that looked like it had been sharpened very recently.
“Clarisse,” he asked, looking at her “what do you think?” He asked.
“Oh,” she said, caressing your leg with a disturbing gentleness “part of me wants to say neck, but obviously we shouldn’t cut our fun short so soon” her eyes flickered to your terrified ones. “Hmm, right here” she traced a spot on your lower stomach. You shook your head vigorously.
“I feel like this is obvious, but we don’t exactly care what you want” Luke said. “Now. Stay. Still. I am a skilled blades man, but I won’t protect you from yourself. You squirm while it’s inside you I’m letting you. This is your last warning.” He stared directly into your eyes, you got the weirdest sense that he didn’t want to hurt you, but that he would.
You gave the tiniest nod, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt it. Blade cutting delicate skin. Slicing into tender flesh. Blood collected on the blade and his fingers, he handed the knife to Clarisse who placed it on the counter.
“Why don’t you take a look at your pretty new ‘tattoo’” she cooed.
You didn’t want to obviously, but you felt like they would make sure you had two of you didn’t. You opened your eyes to see the date carved into your stomach. Small, but obviously still terrifying. You looked up at her and then at Luke, so many emotions filling your expression. Luke smiled at you and lifted the blood coated fingers to his lips.
It was like you were in a trance, watching him lick it off. It was a weirdly welcome break. Disturbing to say this is a break. You were brought back to the reality by Clarisse giving an extremely harsh thrust, sending a jolt of pain and shock through you. Luke immediately joined in, gripping at your hair with his free hand, enjoying sadistically pulling at it.
It seemed like they were being rougher on purpose. As if trying to tell you it would only get worse if you kept fighting them. So you stopped.
“Oh, you finally giving in?” Clarisse asked, amused
As predicted you took the bait, trying to kick at her again. She sliced the knife against your thigh.
“Better fucking watch it, huh?” She asked, a crazed look in her eyes. “Wouldn’t want to push it in too deep. Wouldn’t want to actually hurt you.” She laughed at that, thrusts getting harder and more sloppy. Luke gripped at your hair and forced you to look at him, staring into your eyes as he kept thrusting. “Close your eyes.” He whispered. “Keep them closed.”
You decided to listen. Why? Why not. What was he trying to stop you from seeing-
That’s when you felt it. The blade again. This time you weren’t even sure what you did to earn it. The sharp pain on your thighs, over and over, multiple cuts covering your legs. You squeezed your eyes shut tighter. Begging for this to be over.
A much harsher thrust from the front told you that it was, at least part of it. You still didn’t dare open your eyes. But you felt it. Hot cum shooting inside, fingers digging into your already disgraced thighs. Was it better or worse when Luke did the same? Why did a little part of you think he wouldn’t actually cum?
They both pulled out, setting you down on the floor to dress themselves. Clarisse grabbed a few alcohol wipes from her pocket, wiping them over the wounds.
“Don’t think I’m doing this because I care. I’m doing this so you stop bleeding. And because it’ll hurt more.”
Luke shook his head, gently dressing you, whispering quiet apologies about how it hurt and he was sorry.
They cleaned everything up, making sure not a single mark was visible. Then Luke unlocked the door, leaning out to look before motioning to her. Clarisse grabbed your arms, hoisting you to your feet and pushing you forward. You all exited the bathroom, sitting exactly where and how you were before. Luke and Clarisse made casual conversation while you sat there. Staring.
Eventually your brother came down, carrying the console, a bunch of cords, two controllers and a few game cases. “Sorry it took so long, I had the wires all tangled and I couldn’t tell which ones I needed and which ones I didn’t” he laughed.
“Oh it’s alright,” Clarisse said
“We had some time to get to know (name) better” Luke smiled at you
A/N took everything in me to not end this with the brother coming downstairs and saying “Who’s ready for Mario Kart!” -Luke
#nsft#queer nsft#k!nk community#k!nk tag#threes company ;)#hard nsft#extreme nsft#bdsm#tw noncon#knifeplay#pain play#sadism#sadist kink#-Clarisse#-Luke
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You crave cock, don’t you? You crave the taste, the smell, the feeling in your mouth. You crave the feeling of it being shoved down your throat. You crave it fucking and filling any hole it can find. You’d do anything to just look at it.
What makes you think you deserve it? Hmm? Because you want it? That’s not a very good reason, doll. You’re so horny you can’t stand it? Too bad. You can sit there and eye it through my pants if you really want to, but you’re not getting any more than that.
Oh don’t look so sad, it’s pathetic. You’re pathetic.
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The drawn out groans of someone who’s so overstimulated that even when you stop fingering them they can still feel it <3
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Hello to the new followers test subjects
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As expected the dentist gave me many many ideas
Concept: numbing a subs mouth to inspect it, probing with gloved fingers as the only thing they can feel is a very faint pressure. They whine as you easily push your fingers deeper into their throat, muscles completely relaxed and pliant.
And while I’m not sure how I feel about the idea of blowjobs, a dildo would suffice for the next idea. I know for many subs the feeling of giving a blowjob can be pleasurable in of itself, well I wonder how they would react to not being able to feel it.
Something else interesting happened, I don’t know exactly what it was but they put some kind of metal device in our mouth that had to be locked into place. They took it out before we left, but the feeling and sounds of it being removed were confusingly enjoyable.
My last idea is simple and predictable, just the dentist giving you a bit too high of a dose on whichever calming medication they’ve given. We’re always prescribed Valium because it just makes getting relaxed so much easier. It’s also a really nice feeling.
As weird as this may sound, I actually enjoy going to the dentist. I get to lay there while people dote over me and I’m completely drugged up with a mask on that’s just feeding me more of what’s giving me that feeling. Did I feel slightly guilty about this? Yes. Did it stop me from thinking about it? Absolutely not.
If I’m going to be paying hundreds of dollars (with insurance) I’m going to enjoy myself.
#now listen I’m a dom#but I think I may specifically be ok with subbing for this specific kink#-Kai#medical kink#dentist kink#tw medical#tw drugs#nsft
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I absolutely love how many fucked up and dark blogs exist on this site. There are actually other people that are into what I’m into. And, dare I say some that’s even worse. I have read and discovered things I didn’t even think to sexualize, and this is your warning that it might get a little.. dark.
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really hate how so many medical kink posts also have detrans/misgendering kinks. can we not. can we stop that.
#I agree#don’t really understand why or how there’s so much overlap#and it’s always a disturbing jumpscare#and if I’m disturbed#well#-Kai
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I’ve noticed that it’s rather difficult to find medical kink content from the other perspective, well I’m here to provide.
Disclaimer: I hope it’s obvious but I am not an actual doctor. This is a fetish that I can’t control having, obviously I would never actually do this to someone.
Warnings: non-con, medical fetish, abuse of power dynamics, this doctor should not be licensed, a simultaneously great and terrible understanding of the medical system, clinical terminology such as “genitalia” and “vaginal canal”, sub has a vulva/vagina and they/them is used.
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To make it clear, I hardly desire physical contact at all. The idea of doing anything sexual with my own body disgusts me, the only pleasure I get from this is mental, which I feel somehow makes it more sadistic.
I walk down the hallway towards the exam room, reading through the chart and smirking under my mask. I stop in front of the door, straighten my back and clear my throat. I knock firmly and wait a few seconds before walking in.
“Good morning, I’m Dr. Chisaki, you must be (name)”
After getting a nod from the nurse opposite me, I look over at our patient. Observing how they look away from my gaze, playing with their fingers and shifting uncomfortably. I lean over the desk and double check the information on my computer before turning back to them. From this point, my focus should solely be on the clinical aspects. For a while I was ashamed to admit any enjoyment I got from this. What kind of doctor would feel this way about their patients? I should be ashamed of myself. But I’m not. Any shame left me a long time ago, and at this point I rationalize it to myself by saying it’s normal to enjoy your job. Right?
I take my place at the end of the exam table, glancing quickly to the nurse and then down at the instrument tray. I grab and begin to put on the exam gloves, the patient noticeably reacts to this. Seeming more uncomfortable as time goes on. The nurse squeezes their hand gently, the patient starts to relax, but suddenly someone is calling for the nurse from the hall.
“Oh dear- I’ll just be a second I’m so sorry-“ she rushes out.
I follow her, glancing out the door as she exits. Before slyly locking it behind her. I turn back to my patient, who looks a lot more concerned
“Now, shall we begin?”
The patient seems too nervous to protest as I make my way back, changing my gloves after having touched the lock.
I ask them to lay back, to just try to relax and that this will be over as soon as possible. Gently at first, I try to spread their legs. They hesitate, so I become a bit more firm. I notice them close their eyes and I will admit I silently chuckle to myself,
“For some people it’s easier to have their eyes closed and for some it’s easier to have them open. Do whichever makes you feel more comfortable, but I will advise you most first time patients prefer to be able to see what I’m doing.”
Their eyes slowly open as I lift the gown, a gloved finger gently tracing along their labia. Their breath hitches and I feel them tense
“Please just try to relax”
I begin to gently press it into them, slowly, watching for any pain or reaction at all. They squirm a bit, looking away from me, but I can feel how they’re actually feeling. Surprisingly wet, I’m able to push another finger in with little effort. This causes more of a reaction though. They gasp slightly then immediately turn their head away, squeezing their eyes shut. They may try to ignore that, but I can’t ignore how they clenched down at first. I begin to slowly move my fingers, gently pushing in and curling them. They try to not react, and for a few seconds they’re successful, but as I push my fingers deeper a moan draws from their lips.
I make no visible reaction, but I’m smiling under the mask. I begin to focus on moving deeper, I am actually performing an exam after all. Two fingers continuing to thrust and curl inside of them, I start to look over and examine the external genitalia with my other hand. Deciding it would be best if I also examine clitoral function while I’m here. Thumb pressing gently into it, I feel them clench more. They attempt to close their legs but I firmly redirect it. Giving them a warning glare, the first time I’ve really bothered to make eye contact. They look more scared at that, but it’s quickly overshadowed but my hands getting back to work.
I’ve learned in this job that consistency is what causes an orgasm. A predictable rhythm their body can fall into. And before they even realize it, they’ll be cumming around my fingers. Not this one though, this one was actually enjoying it. I could tell they were still trying very hard to hold back, but at a certain point instinct takes over. The way their body would jerk, the noises they attempted to stifle, all of it led to me leaning over them further than normal, hand planted next to their head. Looking down at them, watching them unravel. They shyed away from me, and I continued. It didn’t take very much longer, I let them close their legs this time. They reached up to cover their mouth, and came on my exam table. Shaking, crying, gripping onto whatever they could reach. Looking up at me for guidance
“You did wonderfully” I reassure.
They nod a bit and look away, I slowly remove my fingers and stand straight beside them. Carefully removing the gloves and washing my hands thoroughly.
“I’ll give you a few minutes to clean up while I record my findings, I’ll return in about five minutes. You’re welcome to either leave when you’re done and receive the results through email, or you can wait here and we can discuss them in person.”
They nod and I make my exit, walking down the hall and spotting my nurse. She was sitting at her desk, charting. She glances up for a moment and I see her quirk a brow at me, I nod at her. We both knew she wasn’t coming back into that exam room.
I sit down at my desk and begin to chart
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Patient Name: Date of Birth:
Exam Date: Conducting Physician:
Supervising Physician:
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“Exam progressed as usual with no incidents. No significant or abnormal findings within the vaginal canal. No significant or abnormal findings on the cervix. Clitoris was found to be significantly more sensitive than normal. Will advise patient of methods to reduce or cope with this.”
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I grab my laptop and return to the room. The patient remains, having dressed themselves and sitting patiently on the table. I sit down on my stool, crossing my legs and place the laptop on my lap.
“I’m glad you decided to stay, I do have a few findings to discuss with you.” They look a bit nervous again.
“Overall everything went well during your exam. Everything internally is normal and no cause for concern” the nervousness fades and is replaced with confusion, I continue “well, I found that your clitoris is a lot more sensitive than expected. There’s nothing wrong with this, and it’s nothing that will cause any significant health impacts. However, especially now that you’re aware of it, it may lead to discomfort or, well, let’s say be a bit of a distraction. Don’t worry, there are ways to help. My usual recommendation is physical therapy.”
“and what would that entail?” They speak for the first time, softly
Once again I smile under my mask
“Essentially it would be what we did today, but with a lot more focus and intensity.”
Their eyes widen but it doesn’t seem to be fear anymore
“I would like to see you back within two weeks to begin treatment, I have an appointment available next week at the same time.”
They hesitate
“But if that’s too long to wait, I do make house calls.”
If I missed any tags/warnings please let me know, asks are open on anon.
#-Kai#interesting ideas come up when you’re the medical protector#me when I have a dentist appointment later#come back later for dentist content#medical kink#tw medical#tw noncon#kai Chisaki#overhaul#nsft#gyno kink#doctor kink#dark fanfiction#dark kinks
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