#endorsement or warning

[littledancer9]

Unrung: Blue, Green & Violet All Over

@snowxstormworld Jonerys Orgasmic October 2023

Day 1: How do you want me?

Summary: Inspired by a class he's been taking at the community center with his Veteran's Support Group, Jon devises a surprise date for him and Dany that quickly becomes a colorful coming together.

An outtake from a future scene of my Zaddy!Jon fic, Unrung. Not necessary to read the original fic, if you're only looking for a smutty PWP.

“Are you going to paint me like one of your French girls, Jon?” she teased, turning into him with a smile radiating across her face. “Those lessons with your Veterans group must really be paying off.” He raised a brow at her. “Daenerys…” “I always knew you’d have a talent. You have a look that screams ‘secretly paints naked girls’.” He grabbed her jaw between his thumb and index finger, firm but not rough, raising her chin up to look at him. “Is that how you want to start this?” “No, Daddy,” she swallowed around a dry tongue. His leniency was waning. He’d gotten good at this game.

Read here on AO3!

[sabinenebulas]

[hom3landr]

Hail Mary

Homelander x Unnamed OC

She’d left the faith a long long long time ago. But with a quickly growing desperation, she decides to cry for help.

CW: This is very much a vent fic and Christian themes are prevalent. Also full disclosure, the relationship between Homelander and the OC in this fic is not fluffy and is perceived as one-sided from the OC’s pov.

Homelander is long asleep as she finishes her prayers. Her eyes sting from scrunching them closed, as though the discomfort will send the words up faster. She means every word. She may doubt the effectiveness but the sentiment is sincere. The hope is too, even though most people not privy to her thoughts would hardly call her a believer. 

Still, she’s nice and kinder than the people at Vought deserve. She’s so sickly sweet that it makes her stomach turn sometimes. It’s as if she’s trying to make up for his cruelty tenfold. She’s sure it’s appreciated. She highly doubts it’s respected. She knows it isn’t trusted. How could it be? When a soft word from her is quickly lost in the echo of his hatred.

She can’t change him with her love. It’s futile and stupid to believe so. He sees her as a warm body. An easy lay he can turn to when he doesn’t want to try too hard. Her adoration is appreciated…but not respected. He isn’t cruel to her but he isn’t exactly kind either. The only moments of true tenderness happen after a good fuck, and even those moments quickly fade. It didn’t used to be like this. Not until his grand plan. She’s human. A fact he was able to overlook before is now a dirty little secret. She knows when the time comes he’ll tie up this sordid loose end.

She opens her eyes and stares up at herself in the mirror. Her face is blank. The accusing stare of her other self having long given up the fight.  She pictures herself a martyr, dying for love. A blasphemy that threatens to cancel out her recent pleas to heaven. He’s rubbing off on her. She’s starting to inflate her own importance in order to justify some reason for her actions. Not unlike Homelander’s mad claims of his divinity. She chides herself. She doesn’t believe she can save him. But she holds one last hope that powers that are greater than her might. Faith during adversity, that has to count for something. Even if her backside hasn’t felt a pew since she was a teenager and this is a desperate hail mary to erase the writing on the wall.

“But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most”

Mark Twain isn’t exactly a biblical figure. But the quote makes sense to her. So she prays and prays and prays. Homelander would mock her for it if he knew. Then he’d roll her under him and make her cry his name to the heavens. Double whammy, blasphemy and premarital sex in one fell swoop. Her old pastor would be appalled. At least this time his fire and brimstone rails against her religious shortcomings would hold some weight. She holds shame for her complicity in Homelander’s crimes but she’ll never feel shame for the sex. It’s the only time she feels truly holy.

It’s one of God’s greatest commands, isn’t it? To love. She’s read that passage enough times. And she does love Homelander. So much so that she’s willing to give up her life for him. It’s why she doesn’t run away as she sees fate speeding towards them like a freight train.

John 15:13.

Or maybe she’s just fixated on the whole martyr thing again. 

She startles a little bit as he moans and twitches in his sleep beside her.  His brow furrows as he grips the sheets, the fabric clearly strained to its limits. He’s having a nightmare. And she fights back the urge to wake him out of it. Her throat closes up at the memory of the last time she tried, how he’d gripped her around the neck and squeezed in his lingering panic. No apology was given but he was so sweet to her the week after that she almost fooled herself into believing that her desperate pleas might have reached heaven after all. So no, she doesn’t comfort him. That will have to wait till the morning, if he even admits something was wrong at all. He’s stopped admitting a lot of things to her. He just can’t risk the ever looming plan. 

Maybe it is a lost cause.

��“God helps those that help themselves” She doesn’t remember where that’s from. If it’s from the bible or if it’s merely a quote that fits perfectly regardless of the origins.  Homelander certainly isn’t interested in helping himself out of the growing pit he’s digging beneath him. Well…not in any way that really matters. How can he? How can he crawl out when all he’s ever known is darkness?

She remembers the story of Moses. Rameses (it was Rameses wasn’t it?) was no peach. He was a slaver and a cruel ruler to the israelites. Not someone to be admired at all. Even at the peril of Egypt, he’d refused to let Moses’s people go. 

Except that wasn’t quite true, was it?

Exodus 9:12. 

“And the LORD hardened the heart of Pharaoh, and he hearkened not unto them; as the LORD had spoken unto Moses.”

Exodus 9:27

“Then Pharaoh summoned Moses and Aaron. “This time I have sinned,” he said to them. “The LORD is in the right, and I and my people are in the wrong.”

Exodus 10:1 

“And the LORD said unto Moses, Go in unto Pharaoh: for I have hardened his heart, and the heart of his servants, that I might shew these my signs before him:”

The verses pelt her mind like heavy rain. Her butt may not have felt a pew in a while but she still remembers. It had never seemed quite fair to her. Perhaps the plagues could have been avoided, had a point not needed to be made. He was about to let them go. God had removed his agency for the sake of a plan already written in the stars.  Ramses deserved punishment undoubtedly but for a God who was all about redemption… 

“You’re cherry picking”  

Mr. Fire and Brimstone speaks directly in her mind. That was always her cardinal sin. She sought out the good and ignored the judgement. She had the gall to question. It used to drive him mad. The fact that she’d never felt the urge to hate. He couldn’t scare her straight and it had wounded his pride.

Homelander didn’t need God to harden his heart anyway. Vought had done that themselves. 

There’s another whimper from the man beside her and her fingers twitch as she aches to soothe him. She’s survived the pain once and he’s suffered more than she’s ever had to. Surely, the pros outweigh the risks. She can take what comes if it means she can ease the burden he carries.

Damn…she just can’t shake the martyrdom. As if 

her actions aren’t selfish. As if her prayers aren’t a slap in the face to everyone he’s hurt. She can’t lose him. Her pleas are self-serving at best, downright cruel at worst. If divine intervention does happen, then God has stolen justice straight from the hands of Homelander’s victims. Redemption is a nice enough thought, when there’s no bodycount. 

Mumbled begging she can’t quite make out fills the silence now. A single tear drips down her cheek. A moment so perfectly, obnoxiously, melancholy, that it might have even won an Oscar had she been lucky enough to merely be an actor in a tragedy instead of a willing participant. Her throat tightens. 

Please

She prays. 

Do whatever you want to me. Damn me to hell in his place.  But please save him. I can’t. The world can’t. Please. Please save him from himself. 

No reply from the heavens but the mumbling stops. The nightmare passes. Salvation this isn’t but perhaps some peace. Perhaps the two of them aren’t lost to their grim fate after all.

Perhaps since his heart is already as hard as stone, heaven will decide to soften it instead. It would be a true blue miracle. God remembering his promise to Noah before he used Homelander to wipe the slate clean once more. A little rainbow emerging from the cold white sterility of Homelander’s childhood. 

She’ll keep her faith. She’ll keep praying for her sinner. And maybe, just maybe, she can finally take a break from the martyrdom.

[shreddeddescent]

bit spooked by all the attention im getting rn and worried abt talking abt the bad timeline BUT. i have an update chapter regardless

enjoy some domesticity!

[onblondes]

I fear my buddies will not follow me down an Evie/Cullen enemies to lovers path

[danakin-skywalker]

In case anyone hasn’t noticed yet,

With the new update, some of your likes will show up on some of your followers feeds, and vice versa some of your followers likes on your feed.

So when you like the freakiest, most questionable-warning fic from another fandom

There is a possibility it randomly pops up on someone’s feed advertised as YOU having liked it

Do with that what you will

[not-souleaterpost]

Ok last one, especially when I havent even read Dune (just saw the superior lynch movie😏)

[wandringaesthetic]

A book recommendation:

Empire of the Vampire by Jay Kristoff

In the grim darkness (literally it is eternal night) of the eternal vampire reign in totally not medieval France a holy order of half-vampires hunt vampires. It is very important these vampire hunters fight shirtless to reveal the power of their intricate, silver-laced tattoos. You can kind of.... Guess. The tone of things from here. It has lovely illustrations. It is indiscriminately, bisexually horny (the first few pages of book two gave a bloodsucking charged threesome). The plot involves a sort of holy blood holy Grail situation. It is ANGSTY. I hesitate to call it good but it is entertaining and I think conscious of how over-the-top it is while still commiting to the bit. Basically the first book is dumb as hell but decently written and contains many things that make me grin.

[sibyl-of-space]

the ROMhacking experience can be entirely summed up by the fact my last 2 posts on this Tumblr blog, spaced about 20 hours apart, are:

- I've spent all day on this hack and I've made no progress. I hate this hobby

- [20 hours of complete radio silence later] I FIGURED IT OUT LET'S GO GAMERS

[neversetyoufree]

This is a random question, but which characters in vnc would be watching Barbie or Oppenheimer in the Barbenhiemer trend? Let's just imagine it's a Modern AU so that we can include deceased characters in Canon.

Sorry anon but I am not the person to make this meme for you lmao

[daftladsmoved]

@eternityafraid 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 i know you have your reservations about me, but this only works if we can trust each other.

bella's once-pretty face turns snide. "reservations?" sneered from mac-painted lips, upturned nose perfectly powdered. "that's a big word for you, girl! congrats." nobody's fooled by either of them, which is just the way bella likes it. she's the green-eyed possessor, baring her teeth over her man even as del goes cold upstairs (taylor's fucking howling, and all it means is that bella has to speak louder), and crystal is the doe-eyed slut making passes at the closest thing with a dick and a pulse - archie, branded by her lipstick, holding her back with one toned, stiff arm. "you were upstairs, bitch. don't blink at me all innocent."

[transfusible]

head inflation potion

[literaryvein-reblogs]

words for when your characters ______

Agree

accede, acceptance, accord, acknowledgment, acquiescence, align, avowal, bear, cohere, compromise, consent, contract, draft, enlist, give in/give up, go along/go along with, grant, negotiate, unanimous, yield

Deny

abjure, abuse, affront, attack, backstab, bad-mouth, belie, blacken, blemish, confront, curse, darn, defamation, defile, demur, denigrate, detract, dig, disclaim, discountenance, disgrace, disown, disparagement, downplay, explode, flout, fulminate, gainsay, gird, invective, jeer, lament, lecture, malign, minimize, mouth, needle, oppose, protest, put down, put-down, rebuff, refute, remonstrate, renunciation, run down, satirize, scold, show up, sit-in, slander, smear, snap, snub, squeal, sully, swearing, taunt, tirade, turn, underestimate, vituperation, write off, yammer

Explain

account for, admit, apprise, cite, clarify, come clean, concede, confirm, corroborate, defense, demonstrate, dilate, elucidate, enlighten, evidence, expand, explicate, gloss, illustrate, itemize, let on, palliate, plea, prove, recite, simplify, speak out/speak up, spell out, translator, warrant

Fabricate

aspersion, belie, disprove, profane

Inform

acknowledge, address, advertise, allow, allusion, apprise, bare, betrayal, blab, breathe, briefing, broadcast, chronicle, clue, come out with, confession, convey, debunk, define, detail, dictate, divulge, expose, feature, furnish, give, gossip, hint, intimate, issue, lecture, newscaster, orate, out of the closet, pass, post, proclaim, promulgate, publication, publish, release, reveal, show up, speak, spill, squeal, talk, tip, uncover, unveil, weatherperson, whisper

Instruct

bar, educate, prescribe

Persuade

advance, argument, bend, budge, carry, coerce, convince, discourage, draw, drum up, elicit, entice, forward, goad, hammer away/hammer into, induce, influence, invite, lobby, motivate, negotiation, pitch, prevail upon/prevail on, prompt, reason, spur, sway, urge, win/win over

Promise

assurance, avow, commitment, ensure, go back/go back on, oath, portend, vouch, warrant, word

Suggest

advice, advocate, ask, come up with, connote, drum into, exhort, fish for, get at, guide, imply, insinuate, moralize, move, nomination, pontificate, preach, propose, recommend, urge

Praise

accent, acclamation, accredit, adulation, apotheosis, applause, benediction, bless, champion, citation, commend, compliment, congratulations, credit, dedicate, deify, elevate, endorse, eulogize, exalt, extol, flatter, flattery, glorify, homage, laud, lionize, obsequy, plaudits, puff, salute, thanks, tribute, worship

Warn

admonish, alert, caution, caveat, defy, enjoin, exhortation, foreboding, foretell, page, remind, warning

NOTE

The above are concepts classified according to subject and usage. It not only helps writers and thinkers to organize their ideas but leads them from those very ideas to the words that can best express them.

It was, in part, created to turn an idea into a specific word. By linking together the main entries that share similar concepts, the index makes possible creative semantic connections between words in our language, stimulating thought and broadening vocabulary. Writing Resources PDFs

Source ⚜ Writing Basics & Refreshers ⚜ On Vocabulary

[mostlysignssomeportents]

“If buying isn’t owning, piracy isn’t stealing”

20 years ago, I got in a (friendly) public spat with Chris Anderson, who was then the editor in chief of Wired. I'd publicly noted my disappointment with glowing Wired reviews of DRM-encumbered digital devices, prompting Anderson to call me unrealistic for expecting the magazine to condemn gadgets for their DRM:

https://longtail.typepad.com/the_long_tail/2004/12/is_drm_evil.html

I replied in public, telling him that he'd misunderstood. This wasn't an issue of ideological purity – it was about good reviewing practice. Wired was telling readers to buy a product because it had features x, y and z, but at any time in the future, without warning, without recourse, the vendor could switch off any of those features:

https://memex.craphound.com/2004/12/29/cory-responds-to-wired-editor-on-drm/

I proposed that all Wired endorsements for DRM-encumbered products should come with this disclaimer:

WARNING: THIS DEVICE’S FEATURES ARE SUBJECT TO REVOCATION WITHOUT NOTICE, ACCORDING TO TERMS SET OUT IN SECRET NEGOTIATIONS. YOUR INVESTMENT IS CONTINGENT ON THE GOODWILL OF THE WORLD’S MOST PARANOID, TECHNOPHOBIC ENTERTAINMENT EXECS. THIS DEVICE AND DEVICES LIKE IT ARE TYPICALLY USED TO CHARGE YOU FOR THINGS YOU USED TO GET FOR FREE — BE SURE TO FACTOR IN THE PRICE OF BUYING ALL YOUR MEDIA OVER AND OVER AGAIN. AT NO TIME IN HISTORY HAS ANY ENTERTAINMENT COMPANY GOTTEN A SWEET DEAL LIKE THIS FROM THE ELECTRONICS PEOPLE, BUT THIS TIME THEY’RE GETTING A TOTAL WALK. HERE, PUT THIS IN YOUR MOUTH, IT’LL MUFFLE YOUR WHIMPERS.

Wired didn't take me up on this suggestion.

But I was right. The ability to change features, prices, and availability of things you've already paid for is a powerful temptation to corporations. Inkjet printers were always a sleazy business, but once these printers got directly connected to the internet, companies like HP started pushing out "security updates" that modified your printer to make it reject the third-party ink you'd paid for:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2020/11/ink-stained-wretches-battle-soul-digital-freedom-taking-place-inside-your-printer

Now, this scam wouldn't work if you could just put things back the way they were before the "update," which is where the DRM comes in. A thicket of IP laws make reverse-engineering DRM-encumbered products into a felony. Combine always-on network access with indiscriminate criminalization of user modification, and the enshittification will follow, as surely as night follows day.

This is the root of all the right to repair shenanigans. Sure, companies withhold access to diagnostic codes and parts, but codes can be extracted and parts can be cloned. The real teeth in blocking repair comes from the law, not the tech. The company that makes McDonald's wildly unreliable McFlurry machines makes a fortune charging franchisees to fix these eternally broken appliances. When a third party threatened this racket by reverse-engineering the DRM that blocked independent repair, they got buried in legal threats:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/04/20/euthanize-rentier-enablers/#cold-war

Everybody loves this racket. In Poland, a team of security researchers at the OhMyHack conference just presented their teardown of the anti-repair features in NEWAG Impuls locomotives. NEWAG boobytrapped their trains to try and detect if they've been independently serviced, and to respond to any unauthorized repairs by bricking themselves:

https://mamot.fr/@q3k@hackerspace.pl/111528162905209453

Poland is part of the EU, meaning that they are required to uphold the provisions of the 2001 EU Copyright Directive, including Article 6, which bans this kind of reverse-engineering. The researchers are planning to present their work again at the Chaos Communications Congress in Hamburg this month – Germany is also a party to the EUCD. The threat to researchers from presenting this work is real – but so is the threat to conferences that host them:

https://www.cnet.com/tech/services-and-software/researchers-face-legal-threats-over-sdmi-hack/

20 years ago, Chris Anderson told me that it was unrealistic to expect tech companies to refuse demands for DRM from the entertainment companies whose media they hoped to play. My argument – then and now – was that any tech company that sells you a gadget that can have its features revoked is defrauding you. You're paying for x, y and z – and if they are contractually required to remove x and y on demand, they are selling you something that you can't rely on, without making that clear to you.

But it's worse than that. When a tech company designs a device for remote, irreversible, nonconsensual downgrades, they invite both external and internal parties to demand those downgrades. Like Pavel Chekov says, a phaser on the bridge in Act I is going to go off by Act III. Selling a product that can be remotely, irreversibly, nonconsensually downgraded inevitably results in the worst person at the product-planning meeting proposing to do so. The fact that there are no penalties for doing so makes it impossible for the better people in that meeting to win the ensuing argument, leading to the moral injury of seeing a product you care about reduced to a pile of shit:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/25/moral-injury/#enshittification

But even if everyone at that table is a swell egg who wouldn't dream of enshittifying the product, the existence of a remote, irreversible, nonconsensual downgrade feature makes the product vulnerable to external actors who will demand that it be used. Back in 2022, Adobe informed its customers that it had lost its deal to include Pantone colors in Photoshop, Illustrator and other "software as a service" packages. As a result, users would now have to start paying a monthly fee to see their own, completed images. Fail to pay the fee and all the Pantone-coded pixels in your artwork would just show up as black:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/10/28/fade-to-black/#trust-the-process

Adobe blamed this on Pantone, and there was lots of speculation about what had happened. Had Pantone jacked up its price to Adobe, so Adobe passed the price on to its users in the hopes of embarrassing Pantone? Who knows? Who can know? That's the point: you invested in Photoshop, you spent money and time creating images with it, but you have no way to know whether or how you'll be able to access those images in the future. Those terms can change at any time, and if you don't like it, you can go fuck yourself.

These companies are all run by CEOs who got their MBAs at Darth Vader University, where the first lesson is "I have altered the deal, pray I don't alter it further." Adobe chose to design its software so it would be vulnerable to this kind of demand, and then its customers paid for that choice. Sure, Pantone are dicks, but this is Adobe's fault. They stuck a KICK ME sign to your back, and Pantone obliged.

This keeps happening and it's gonna keep happening. Last week, Playstation owners who'd bought (or "bought") Warner TV shows got messages telling them that Warner had walked away from its deal to sell videos through the Playstation store, and so all the videos they'd paid for were going to be deleted forever. They wouldn't even get refunds (to be clear, refunds would also be bullshit – when I was a bookseller, I didn't get to break into your house and steal the books I'd sold you, not even if I left some cash on your kitchen table).

Sure, Warner is an unbelievably shitty company run by the single most guillotineable executive in all of Southern California, the loathsome David Zaslav, who oversaw the merger of Warner with Discovery. Zaslav is the creep who figured out that he could make more money cancelling completed movies and TV shows and taking a tax writeoff than he stood to make by releasing them:

https://aftermath.site/there-is-no-piracy-without-ownership

Imagine putting years of your life into making a program – showing up on set at 5AM and leaving your kids to get their own breakfast, performing stunts that could maim or kill you, working 16-hour days during the acute phase of the covid pandemic and driving home in the night, only to have this absolute turd of a man delete the program before anyone could see it, forever, to get a minor tax advantage. Talk about moral injury!

But without Sony's complicity in designing a remote, irreversible, nonconsensual downgrade feature into the Playstation, Zaslav's war on art and creative workers would be limited to material that hadn't been released yet. Thanks to Sony's awful choices, David Zaslav can break into your house, steal your movies – and he doesn't even have to leave a twenty on your kitchen table.

The point here – the point I made 20 years ago to Chris Anderson – is that this is the foreseeable, inevitable result of designing devices for remote, irreversible, nonconsensual downgrades. Anyone who was paying attention should have figured that out in the GW Bush administration. Anyone who does this today? Absolute flaming garbage.

Sure, Zaslav deserves to be staked out over an anthill and slathered in high-fructose corn syrup. But save the next anthill for the Sony exec who shipped a product that would let Zaslav come into your home and rob you. That piece of shit knew what they were doing and they did it anyway. Fuck them. Sideways. With a brick.

Meanwhile, the studios keep making the case for stealing movies rather than paying for them. As Tyler James Hill wrote: "If buying isn't owning, piracy isn't stealing":

https://bsky.app/profile/tylerjameshill.bsky.social/post/3kflw2lvam42n

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/12/08/playstationed/#tyler-james-hill

Image: Alan Levine (modified) https://pxhere.com/en/photo/218986

CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/

[mosspapi]

Ok so I was trying to find the picture of Pete with the bunny ears in reference to a different post and this came up and I'm just. Like. What in the goddamn fuck is this. Why was it one of the top recommended images. (Putting it under a readmore bcuz it's an AI generated image. It's totally sfw and shit but I don't want to subject yall to that without warning ksskdjfkdk )

(Image description: a screenshot of an internet search, cropped to show an AI-generated image labeled "Pete Wentz holding a rabbit". The image is very obviously poorly AI generated and redirects to AI image generating website. End of image description)

[rafeandonlyrafe]

normal procedure

words: 2.1k

warnings: 18+ only!!, dubcon, gynecologist!rafe, patient!reader, virgin!reader, gyno exam, fingering, p in v sex, protected sex

a/n: we can pretend that this is a roleplay scenario because obviously no real doctor would do this, lets all take a breath and remember this is fanFICTION aka not real or an endorsement by me (or my readers) of anything in this story

“oh, um-” you gulp, blinking as the fluorescent lights shine down on you.

“your feet ma’am.” he repeats, tapping the stirrups. you lift your legs, well aware that you're lacking any sort of underwear underneath your hospital gown.

your doctor secures your legs in the straps before his eyes drift to your center, now on display with your parted thighs.

you gasp and pull your gown down to somewhat cover yourself.

“ma’am, i assure you this is all part of the normal exam.”

“i-i-” you swallow thickly, blinking again, swearing the lights are only getting brighter, hotter, as a bead of sweat forms and falls on your forehead. “what's your name?”

“im doctor rafe cameron. certified gynecologist. you can just call me rafe though.” he explains softly. “and there is no need to be nervous.”

“okay… how long have you been a gynecologist?”

“asking all these questions is just going to delay what we need to get done.” rafe says. “shall we begin?”

“i suppose.” you nod. you know usually girls wait until after they have sex for the first time to visit, but with your twenty first birthday coming up as still a virgin, you decided you might as well stop delaying the inevitable.

“im just going to lift your gown.” rafes hands are slow and gentle as he brings the hem up, revealing your bare cunt to him.

“does it all… look okay?” you question. 

“you look perfect.” rafe says, his voice lowering in tone as he reaches for his gloves, pulling the latex over his long, slender fingers.

“okay.” you nod. surely a doctor would know. it lessens your anxiety the tiniest bit.

“im going to touch you now, okay?” rafe looks up at you, and his eye contact holds you still, blue eyes gleaming with intensity as they look into your brown ones.

“y/f/n?” 

“oh, yes.” you nod quickly. “yes, that's fine.”

rafe hums, the corner of his mouth turning up into a smirk. “so if i read your chart correctly, you haven't had sex yet?”

“no, s-sir.” you shake your head, eyes moving to the ceiling to avoid that captivating gaze, even if the fluorescents make your eyes hurt.

rafe mutters something under his breath, but you're sure your ears are just playing tricks on you. no way he would whisper “perfect” to himself. surely he's a professional.

rafe lays two fingers on your inner thigh and your entire body jolts, the gloves cold against your bare skin.

“it's okay.” rafes other hand rests on your thigh, rubbing gently with his thumb. “im going to begin the exam, if you feel any discomfort at any point just tell me.”

“okay.” you nod, and you swear despite the chilly gloves, his touch leaves a trail of fire as he brings his two fingers closer to your pussy, before suddenly swiping through your folds.

“oh!” you squeal out, hips lifting slightly before pushing back down.

“it's a normal bodily reaction.” rafe assures you before you can even feel embarrassment.

rafes fingers swipe through again, but at least you're expecting it this time. you blink quickly, trying to keep yourself calm as his other hand moves to join in examining your cunt.

“just going to use my thumbs to look around. let me know if it gets to be too much.”

just as rafe said, his thumbs begin to pull and poke at your skin. you move your gaze from the ceiling back down to rafe, seeing the same intensity in his eyes but now focused on your pussy.

“im going to touch you some place that may make you feel… fervent. please know that any reaction your body may have is normal and all part of the exam.” rafe places his thumb directly over your bud, and your body lights up like a firework.

you don't even realize you're moaning until the side of rafes mouth quirks up again into that signature smirk.

“oh!” you squeal again. “oh my god, im so sorry.”

“it's all normal.” rafe assures you. he gives you a moment to get used to the pressure on your clit, simply touching it with the pad of his thumb before he begins to swipe over it, stimulating your clit while his eyes move back and forth between your pussy and your face contorted in pleasure.

“is this supposed to feel so good?” you question. you didn't do much research on what actually happens when you get in the gynecologists chair, but you swear what you've heard from friends is that the exam isn't comfortable.

“yes.” rafe says simply, and you have no reason to not take his word as truth. “my thumb is going to stay there as i insert a finger.”

you nod, glad to have the distraction of his thumb moving around your clit, even if your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you grow wetter.

“hm, looks like i won't need any external lubricant.” rafe looks up at you. “sometimes i have to with virgins. but your pussy is perfect.”

“thank you?” your thought process is quickly shut off as rafes finger prods at your entrance, getting his gloves significantly wet.

“sorry if this is cold, but i have a feeling you'll warm me up quickly.” rafe pushes his finger inside slowly, and you have to tilt your head back and squeeze your eyes closed to keep more sounds from coming out of your mouth.

“does it all feel normal?” you're well aware at your voice must sound strained as rafes finger rubs against your inner walls.

“yes.” rafe says, this time his voice having an air of shakiness to it. “you're tight, but it's to be expected from a virgin.”

“s-sorry about that.” you can't tell if rafes emphasis on the word is negative or positive. “i didn't see myself losing it anytime soon so i scheduled my appointment.”

“and why is that darling?” rafe questions, his voice a purr as he begins to move his finger in and out in slow strokes.

“why am i a virgin? uhh…” you trail off. “i guess just haven't found the right guy yet.”

in truth, the whole idea of sex gets you nervous. hopefully after getting assurances that everything works okay down there, it'll be one less thing to be anxious about.

“we can take care of that today if you'd like.”

the thumb stroking over your clit flicks upward suddenly, making your hips jump up, legs straining in their spread position.

“what do you mean?” you ask, feeling and hearing rafes finger speed up, your slickness making it easier and easier for him to move.

“i can take your virginity. it's part of my duties as your doctor. only if you'd like, it's an optional part of the exam.”

“you mean like… insert something in me?”

“yes, my cock.” rafe smirks as he pulls his finger out, tapping against your wetness and letting the sound spread through the exam room.

“oh!” you look at rafe to make sure he's serious, but his expression doesn't convey any sort of joking around. “gynecologists do that?”

“for our virgin patients if they'd like. id wear a condom of course and take your virginity so it's less of an ordeal for you. and i can assure everything is working fine.”

“and by everything you mean…”

“making you cum.” rafes thumb applies a bit more pressure to your clit. “although you're already not far off, are you?”

“wouldn't know.” you can feel something growing in the pit of your stomach, an unfamiliar feeling you can't quite place.

“what do you say y/f/n?”

“s-sure.” you nod. “if this is all normal, i guess it's fine.”

“great.” rafe smiles, before looking down at your cunt. “ill have to work two fingers into you before fu- helping you lose your virginity.” he explains.

thankfully, his thumb keeps tapping and pressing down on your sensitive bud as a second finger lathers itself in your wetness, sliding through your folds before dipping into your cunt.

his finger are barely an inch inside before they're back out. “you'll have to excuse me for going one handed for a second.”

rafes thumb moves away from your clit, and you're about to cry out for more, immediately missing the feeling, when rafes mouth drops and his tongue takes its place.

“doctor!” you shout.

“all normal.” rafe assures you, his lips already shining with your juices. “taste is an important part of the exam too. and you're very sweet.”

you watch as rafes head dips again, his mouth working on your cunt as his two fingers that you hadn't even realized have been pushed inside of you begin to move.

rafes free hand reaches for his pants, pushing them down to get his already hard cock out. he begins to stroke as his tongue licks at your clit, fingers opening you up.

you feel another jolt of pressure when his fingers spread to scissor and close, scissor and close, working your gummy walls open for him.

rafe presses a series of wet, sloppy kisses over your cunt before restraining himself and pulling back, licking greedily over his lips to not waste your taste.

“are you ready?” rafe asks, reaching into a drawer to get a condom.

“yes.” you nod quickly. you're more than desperate now for his cock, especially as his fingers slide out and leave you empty to squeeze around nothing.

rafe stands up, bringing his cock up into your sight line. your eyes widen when you see he's much longer and thicker than his two fingers that were already a tight fit inside you.

“don't worry.” rafe says as he tears the foil of the condom before getting the rubber out and rolling it down his length. “im gonna take good care of you.”

your hips already sit at perfect height as rafe steps between your legs. you would close them out of shyness if it was at all possible.

rafe taps his tip over your clit, making you moan out, but you don't bother to hold back, not when rafe lets out a moan as well.

“the room is completely noise proof, and sounds are nothing to be embarrassed by.” rafe assures you as he rubs his cock against your pussy, thoroughly wetting himself before pushing against your entrance.

it's a slow push to break the ring of muscle, and then an easy slide once he's in.

“h-holy shit.” you whine out, hands gripping the side of the bed as rafes hips immediately begin to swing in and out.

“any pain?”

“none.” you answer quickly. there's no hiding the intense pleasure being brought to your body, especially when rafes thumb retakes its place on your clit.

“there ya go.” rafe smiles as he feels your cunt flutter around his cock. “i can tell you're getting close.”

rafe glances at the clock, wishing he could fuck you for longer, but if he extends the time for the exam too long the nurses will surely get suspicious.

“how does it f-ffffffff-” your ability to speak briefly lapses when rafes thrust speed up. “feel for you?” you manage to complete your sentence.

“your pussy feels amazing. you're so tight and warm. any guy would be lucky to be inside of you.” rafe says, his hips moving faster, desperate to cum. “perfect.”

you are practically glowing underneath the praise and impending orgasm, rafes thumb moving faster with real purpose now.

your head tips back and before you know it, a wash of light and pleasure has taken over your body, and you're moaning and twitching as what you're certain is your high breaks.

“that's it.” rafe smiles, feeling your pussy flutter around him, clit pulsing with the strength of your orgasm as he thrusts harder into your pussy, putting all his might into helping you ride out your orgasm and spur on his own.

rafe lodges his cock as deep inside of you as he can as he cums, briefly cursing the barrier of the condom from preventing himself from flooding your womb.

“very- good.” rafe pants, pulling out extra slow despite the clock ticking down, watching as your hole squeezes back tight as he pulls out.

rafe discards the condom and then his soaked gloves, sticky with your wetness before tucking himself back into his pants.

“take all the time you need.” rafe undoes the stirrups and let's your legs flop down. “ill come check on you in five minutes, i need to see if my other patient is here.”

and just as quickly as he entered, rafe leaves the room, leaving you with your pussy a sloppy mess and heart beating fast.