#pelvic examination

[strawberrymochin]

collegeboy!gojo needs to nasty fuck you the night before his chemistry examination. Chemical reactions and equations aren't something he's too good to begin with.

you've tried to help him out, tutoring him during your free time. And as the obedient pookie he is, he has been preparing himself regularly, practicing and reviewing.

However now that the exam is just a night away, he's heck stressed and couldn't bring himself to get adequate sleep.

“ nngh toru! y-you have an e-xa-mnngh tomorrow.” his hips rutting into yours, as your pelvic muscles convulse; your vagina contracting, wrapping his length squeezing tight with your gummy walls, as you squirt.

He slurred some nonsense as drool slicked down his chin. Silver locks stick damp on his brows, pupils blown wide, completely focused on your boobs jiggling up and down, at the intensity of him jolting on you.

“hm...i can't wri—oh fuck! Can't write it well if I spend the night s-stressing...mmm yeah?” he brought his hand from your marked hips to your sensitive clit, lubricating it with the slick that gushed out from you, before pumping his load for the third time till now.

“i— i might be not good with chemical reactions.....but I'm good with physical ones,” his chest heaving as sweat ran down his adam's apple, “praise me for that will ya?”

[nelfs]

yay I have a planned parenthood appointment ^_^ I always have a good experience there… hopefully they can tell me if I’m getting fibroids or something

[medicalequipmentabimed]

Gynecology chair

A gynecology chair, also known as a gynecological examination chair or an obstetric examination table, is a specialized piece of medical furniture designed for gynecological examinations, obstetric procedures, and other related medical examinations. Removable leg board as per patient requirement

[vanilleandclove]

on hold; jack abbot x f!trauma surgeon!reader

when push comes to shove, sometimes there’s cracks in your relationship that can only be mended with time and patience.

warnings: pregnancy & pregnancy loss, heated arguments, emotional numbness, postpartum depression, overexertion via work, drug mention, parental disownment, jack being a widow is finally mentioned! word count: 3.2k notes: this was a pretty heavy chapter to write. pennsylvania is a middle-third state, meaning reproductive rights for women are protected but with limitations- i’m from california and it’s a top-third state, so i tried my best to represent that- there’s a reason abbot lowballed the measurements. miscarriages are a hard experience for any woman to go through especially one that could have severely damaged a woman’s health which has happened to women in the states. i urge you to stand for women's rights as there is an infringement on them worldwide. feliz dia de las madres :)

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Jack knew before you did, he knew your body, knew the time of the month when you’d have your period without fail. It was second nature to him. 

It was the middle of February when you found out you were pregnant, Jack liked to brag that he knew a week before just from your off-putting cravings and the fact that you wanted to stay in for Valentine’s Day. He still acted surprised the day you told him, the bloodwork, the pregnancy test Heather gave you, the three ClearBlues, all indicative of you being pregnant. That night he told you he already knew, but figured it would be offensive to ask you to take a pregnancy test out of the blue. 

By March, you were aching to tell someone other than your confined circle. Dana knew, Heather knew therefore, Robby knew, and Bridget knew. You resisted telling your parents, they were on your case when it came to your late twenties, believing it was your “prime”, Jack did not know how to phrase it to his mom, so you both just settled on waiting. You weren’t showing, but the middle of the night heartburns had you waking up almost choking and freaking the fuck out of Jack. 

You peed more often, craved salt with sweetness, your body was retaining more water than usual and it made your skin feel more elastic. You opted for night shift only as the morning sickness was consistent, bought a better pair of sneakers for comfort. You were a Doctor yet pregnancy on you was uncharted territory. 

The one day you chose day shift, the middle of March, you retrospectively wish you hadn't. It was a hot day in Pittsburgh, 99 degrees and only rising every few hours. 

You had two patients come in with “eye splitting”, “brain exploding” headaches, both frat boys. They were high off laced weed, luckily nothing too dangerous, they just needed hydration and observation. 

By 3 pm you had a surgical case, a 20 year old female in hemorrhagic shock from a pelvic fracture during her diving class, in need of an angioembolization. You swore you could almost curse Gloria for not hiring more interventional radiologists, therefore you had to perform it. An hour and a half goes by and you’re sending her to post-op and yourself to the maternity ward. 

The pain in your back was if someone pulled your arms back and kicked your spine in, you were feverish and sweaty all over, your heart was thumping out of your chest. 

“I just need an ultrasound Jenna” you pressed on as she kept on telling you that you were okay, that the last check up two weeks ago was fine, your fetus was healthy and growing. She saw the look on your face, one she’s seen one too many times. She scurrying you into an imaging room. 

“The gel’s going to be cold” she murmured, putting her glasses on as you laid down on the bed. The room went mute as she examined, her expression being grave and nervous. “Y/n, we need to admit you, now” she said, putting the transducer away and removing her gloves immediately. 

“Why?” you used your elbows to anchor yourself up. You saw the millions of thoughts race through her head as she got new gloves and a spare I.V. drip, immediately whipping out her phone to text, “I miscarried?” your voice broke, realizing her urgency.

“You’re septic, your body is actively miscarrying, do you want me to call Ja-“.

Throughout your career you’ve had to call more family members than you can count about mandatory evacuation of the fetus, emergency hysterectomy, pelvic fractures, the works. You gave those calls only to be met with judgmental, distraught, sometimes awkward, other times incompetent, partners on the other line. Jack was none of those but the common denominator was, they would rather their partner tell them than the woman who just operated on their partner. Jack had to hear it from you. Had to know you were conscious and not under the scalpel you basically lived with. 

“No- No, can you bring Heather please?” you cleared your throat, trying to process everything.

Jenna brought a wheelchair out to wheel you into a room, grabbing a hold of your arm and using the blood pressure cuff to find a vein for your I.V. “We can do this one of two ways, D&C or antibiotics” she told you, “For your sake I’d do a D&C, ultimately it’s up to you, it is a bit painful afterward but with a guaranteed outcome- we’ll put you under. Antibiotics we’d have to keep you-“.

“D&C” you responded, “Please”.

“Okay, I’ll alert Collins, she’ll come afterwards, let’s get you prepped love” she told you. 

You don’t remember anything afterwards, you do remember waking up in post-op, groggy from the anesthesia. Heather and Dana at your bedside. It hurt all over, mentally speaking, your limbs felt too heavy and you felt trapped.

“We’re going to keep her for another hour then could either of you take her home?” you heard a voice speak, another muffled voice saying ‘yes’. 

“What time is it?” you croaked from lack of the intubation tube.

“It’s 4:30 hon, they’re going to keep you until 5 and then Heather is going to take you home” Dana spoke up, hands patting your head to soothe you. “None of the staff knows you’re here, I forbade Robby from letting Jack know until you’re ready”. 

You nodded, throat bobbing from the overwhelming sense of pain and frustration. Your teeth and jaw remained clenched, you were angry, hurt, confused, most importantly, you were grieving. A sob broke out of you, the croaks that left your throat haunted both Dana and Heather. 

It was a long hour, an even longer car ride to your home. You had no idea what to tell Jack or how you even got to that point. When Heather’s car pulled in instead of yours and she helped you out of the car, confusion was the only thing that crowded his mind. He took over for Heather, saying thank you before she gave your forehead a kiss and bid you both a goodbye. Leading you into the house, seeing the pained expression on your face, he didn’t know if he should pry or give you space. You took a seat on the barstools at your island, eyes devoid of emotion, Jack stood at the counter, looking at you, studying you. 

“They-“ you tried to speak up, Jack’s ears perking, “Jenna had to perform a D&C on me today” you broke the news, “I was miscarrying and about to go into septic shock when Jenna gave me the ultrasound after I had a woman needing an angioembolization” you whispered, biting your bottom lip so hard you could taste the blood. You didn’t cry, you just told him. There was not a sheer worse pain than the cramps that overtook your body, but you could see it on Jack’s face. His normal, playful, stoicism was gone and he looked just as numb as you.

It broke your heart. You told him like you always do when he asks how it was at work. 

He breathed deeply before speaking, walking towards you in order to place a kiss on your forehead, “They got everything?”.

You nodded, “I just- I need some time” your voice cracked the tiniest bit. You shrugged him off before making your painful way to the en-suite in your bedroom. 

It hurt to pee, to stand, you gripped onto the support bar for dear life, blood trailed down your legs and pain raked through your entire body. Jack could hear your sobs from the living room. It hurt to breathe. 

Jack laid out your clothes, your heating pad, and was already making you soup. You stared at the bed for minutes which felt like hours. Your back would spasm with pain every few minutes. You dressed, got into the bed and wrapped yourself in the blankets. 

Jack walked in with the soup in hand, blowing on it so it wouldn’t burn your tongue. You remained asleep, in pain but asleep. He took his spot next to you, wrapping his arms securely around yours, letting your nervous system regulate. He let you sob into his chest, told you to drink water and eat so you can heal. 

You couldn’t. He wasn’t going to force you. Whimpers left your body as it ran feverish, Jack immediately put a cold compress on the nape of your neck. He didn’t know the words to say to remedy you. But he sure made up for it action wise. 

The days following you let him take care of you, Gloria had called and gave you all the time you’d want off, it counted as bereavement pay, the amount of times you and Jack worked overtime, you had enough days for a near two months. Heather came over to hang out with you and on her day off, Robby came to have beers with Jack in the backyard.

You weren’t in so much pain after a few days, the insomnia that hit you worried both you and Jack. Most days you didn’t speak so the irritability that coursed through you whenever something remotely pissed you off never made its way off your tongue. You decided you should tell your mom, wanting drive down to Boston the next day. Jack wanted whatever you wanted, even if it meant not spending time with you or taking care of you. Interactions with you were sparing to begin with. It was a 9 hour drive, of course he was worried, it was what you needed, he had no mind to take that from you. 

You left at 3 am, you stopped by the Pitt to say bye to him, it was the first time in a week anyone saw you and they didn’t know why. Rumors spread, first it was relationship issues, someone in your family died, maybe cheating. 

It wasn’t that bad of a car ride, when you reached your mom’s house 2 hours earlier than expected, she was worried you were driving all night without Jack. Once you made it to your mom’s arms, you instantly just broke. But then you remembered, the only person that got you, understood and truly comforted you, was Jack- and Heather. 

“At least you weren’t pregnant for that long” your mom started as you both sat down on the living room couch, there was a silence between you both as you genuinely wondered if those words had left your mom’s mouth or you were going crazy, “Look at the brigh-“.

“There is no bright side to this mom” you groaned, irritability finally running its course, “I lost a baby for pete sake’s, when this happened to Y/s/n my god I can’t even put into words how you were”.

“Well let’s be realistic, Y/s/n wasn’t putting herself at risk because she waited for what? For a career?” she prodded, “Not to mention look who you’re with Y/n, both of you are way too old to be thinking of kids, move on from that stage- you’re not even married”. 

“I have to drive hours to see you yet you drop everything to be with Y/s/n and she lives across the country” you raked a hand through your hair, “And what the fuck do you mean?”.

“Do not raise your voice at me” your mom shouted at you, “You and I both know it is more common-“.

“I’m sorry who the fuck went to medical school out of the two of us?” you cut her off, “There’s a risk every single pregnancy, you think because I’m 33 I deserve to be handed this for ‘betraying my femininity’ for a career? You don’t seem to mind said career when you’re googling xyz and calling me in the middle of the fucking night”.

She remained stunned, “You’re hormonal, you’re not thinking rat-“.

“I am fine!” you broke, gritting your teeth, “You know I’ve always had dreams about you at my wedding but don’t even fucking bother anymore” you told her, putting the nail to the coffin, grabbing your car keys. By 1 pm you were as far away as humanly possible.

You made it to Pittsburgh at 11 pm, traffic took a hold on the interstate. You had stopped in Philly to get cheesesteaks for you and Jack. When you got home, his truck wasn’t in the driveway. You pulled out your phone to text him you were back, smiling at the lock screen. 

It was one of the first photos you took with Jack, you both were in a trauma room in Daryl Kennedy’s chest cavity and Jack had identified the bleeder before thinking of pressure. Blood coated all over his gown and face, when you guys exited out of the room, it looked like you both saw war. So Bridget took it upon herself to snap a photo. 

From babe; Back so soon? 

The same way you didn’t want Jenna to be the one to break the news to him, you didn’t want him finding out about your mom via text. 

You ended up crashing on the couch, the prolonged driving, the arguing. You were grateful for the fact that you and Jack often disagreed but never got into heated arguments that left you both with a sour taste in your mouth. You won the lottery when it came to understanding and communicative partners, you thanked therapy on both of your parts and the fact that you guys suffered in the beginning, basically making everything else easier.

You woke up from Jack coming home at 7 in the morning, unlocking the front door and accidentally dropping his keys on the doorstep. You got up to stretch, feeling like you reeked of the air conditioner from your car. You met him at the door, his smile making you feel better. 

“Thought you were going to spend the night over there?” he told you, hanging his keys on the rack, kissing you as he walked to the kitchen. 

Jack refused to treat you like fragile porcelain, he knew you hated it just as much as he did when he got his leg amputated. So, he’d talk to you normally, avoiding talking about the subject unless you brought it up. Only thing he did refuse was sex, you needed to heal internally. He did give you massages every other night, you’d beg him to massage your clit only for him to try and the contraction of your vagina to cause pain in your pelvis. 

“We got in an argument” you confessed, trailing behind him, “Didn’t really end so well”.

“Wanna talk about it?” He asked as he went into the fridge for his water jug. 

“She insinuated this happened because I focused on being a surgeon in my twenties- I passed my prime and knew the risks” you sighed. 

“What do you think?”.

“I think I was just careless, I was working long days, overtime and always on my feet- I was stressing myself out” you shrugged. 

“You weren’t careless Y/n” he said before taking a swig of water, “Hell do you not remember the amount of books we bought?” he chuckled, “We’ll- you’ll get through this”.

“We will” you clarified, “It takes two” you joked. It was the first time you had- if anything this is the most Jack’s gotten out of you in days. 

After a moment of comfortable silence, you gave him a hug, leading him to kiss the top of your head. “I’m sorry” you whispered.

“For?”.

“I’ve nudged you out of this” you sighed, “I don't even know how you feel”.

He looked into your eyes, “I feel like we should wait, let time run its course” he got closer to you, “When the time comes, it’ll come”. Jack had a staring problem, made you swoon, made others intimidated, “But for now we need to focus on you”. Those were the same eyes you fell in love with, the eyes you wish your children would have, “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”.

“I feel like I’ve rushed and forced this whole thing” you sighed, tears slightly welling up in your eyes, “Would we have gotten engaged if we didn’t almost break up over that argument?” you were spilling every thought and word, you knew him, you knew he wouldn’t get defensive over something you felt, “Better yet kids? Would that have even been a thought a couple months ago?”.

He sighed before squatting down so you can look down at him rather than up this entire time, it hurt the hell out of his back and put more pressure than he’d be comfortable with on his prosthetic. “I’ve wanted both of those things, before and during you” he took your knees in his hands, “It was hard to come to terms with it especially after already-“ he’s grip on your knees went tense, “It was always a ‘when and where’ with you. Before, dating, marriage, hell even hookups, kids, all were off the tables- not even a thought. I have to admit I’ve had my doubts, I’ve had vices and moments where I felt like I couldn’t be enough for you, couldn’t be enough to be there for you” he confessed, your hands found their way to his, “But I’m not me without you”.

“I’m not me without you either” you spoke up, “You’ve been more than enough help to me Jack” you slowly appreciated, “I need time. So much time that I can’t put a limit on” you spared breath, swallowing the shudder, “I love you, I don’t want this to break us”.

“Y/n, you could never drag me out of this, unless it was something you really wanted” he told you, “You’re it for me- for as long as you’ll have me”.

You returned to work that Monday, working day shifts, your engagement ring shining again the fluorescents. It turned down the rumors of the nurses, the silence as they saw you working was enough. The warmth of Pittsburgh cascading through the air, spring in full swing. 

By the middle of April, you decided to take a test, two weeks of sporadic and careful passion with your fiance. As the lines indicated a pregnancy, you immediately dropped everything that night, driving to PTMC as quickly as you could. You stole Jack away from his job, he was worried for you, thinking you were hurt, only for you to ask for a blood test. All indicative of pregnancy.

dividers by @cafekitsune

[buckyalpine]

Dark Dr.Bucky x innocent reader

Look, proceed with caution. Things are not always as they seem. Dirty. Nasty. Filthy. Dark. All the smut. Imagine Dr. James Barnes, highly known and well respected in his profession, devilishly handsome and so young compared to others in the same field of work.

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"Dr. Barnes will see now" The red head at the front desk beckoned you to the room, directing you to sit on the large reclining examination chair.

"Y/n?" James strode into the office, offering a warm smile before sitting at his desk to look over your file. He nods before coming over to you again, going through the motions of checking your heart, breathing and blood pressure first. "It says you've been experiencing some lower abdominal pain?"

"Y-yes-um, lower, lower than that" You mumble out as he lightly prods at your stomach to pin point where you're feeling discomfort. You had been too embarrassed to specify where you felt cramping. You really just needed someone to prescribe you something stronger than a Tylenol.

"Are you sexually active?"

"No" You shook your head, feeling your cheeks heat up, holding back a whimper when a wave of pain made you feel like doubling over.

"Alight, I’ll examine your pelvic floor and I’ll take a blood test just to be safe. Put this robe on and then lie back for me and place your legs on the stirrups"

Your eyes grew wide at the flimsy gown he gave you, slipping it on in the bathroom, before making your way back. You’d never felt so exposed, desperately wishing you could close your legs, heat blossoming at your core when you saw him slip on gloves.

"You may feel a little discomfort but it's normal" He reassured you, applying gel to his finger tips before prodding his fingers to your entrance, the sudden coolness making you gasp.

He continued to push his fingers in, pressing against your walls, curling them, hitting a spot that nearly made you scream.

“Does that hurt?” He asked out of concern seeing your eyes glossed over, though you shook your head.

It felt good.

So good.

You struggled to bite back a whimper that nearly escaped, wishing you could stop your arousal pooling out of you the more his fingers stretched you. He shoved them all the way in before drawing them back out, your sticky slick neatly dripping onto his palm.

He hummed, using his other hand to press down on your belly making the feeling of his fingers even more prominent, your cunt starting the flutter and clench around his fingers.

You wanted to die from embarrassment at the sounds that wanted to escape, a different kind of heat starting to spread through your thighs, making your pussy feel tighter and more sensitive.

“Let me just- Without warning, he started thrust his hand, adding a third finger, pumping in and out of you till you nearly ripped the plastic from the chair from your grip alone. You felt so close, so close to something you couldn’t describe, chasing a feeling you wanted over and over again.

“D-dr. Barnes” you stuttered out, nearly squealing when he flicked your clit with his thumb before rubbing tight circles onto your bundle of nerves. “Dr. Barnes!!!”

“It’s okay, almost done” he gave you a soft smile but something in his eyes darkened as they fell to your sopping hole, his fingers moving wildly until blinding pleasure took over and you let out the scream you’d been holding in. Your juices dripped onto the table, sweat covering your body, hardly feeling the same cloth he wiped you down with.

“Your prescription should be at the front to help with the cramping” he helped you onto your shaky feet, chucking when you nearly lost your balance.

“We’ll schedule another check up for next week”

Bucky's POV

So fuckin' tight

Bucky was glad he had his white coat on or you would’ve seen his erection pressed painfully against his slacks. He didn’t need to examine anything to know what was wrong but he couldn’t help it, not with those soft doe eyes you kept batting.

As soon as you spread your legs open, he couldn’t help but get more greedy. He fully intended on just checking on you but every time you bit back a whimper, he needed more. He saw the way your eyes rolled back, the way you were soaking his hand.

Your hope shifted to chase more of them and who was he to deny you.

That button between your legs was too tempting. He told himself not to, he couldn’t go that far but he could feel you craving it and any semblance of control he had went out the window. He couldn’t just leave your cute little button untouched when it was so pretty and swollen.

He nearly came in his pants as soon as he started to play with it, working you up till you were creaming on his fingers. His jaw hardened, breathing through his nose to keep his composure as his cock started to throb, thick ropes of cum soaking his pants.

He was addicted to you.

Maybe next time he’d take care of you using his cock. Convince you only his fat thick length would make his bunny feel better. He’d have you spread out on the table again, pushing the head in to warm you up.

He’d promise his cream would make you feel good. His cum was special, you needed all of his juices and he’d give you every drop. He’d fuck you and stretch you till you were in tears, pumping you with load after load.

He pulled his semi hard, cum soaked cock out of his pants, locking the door before furiously jerking himself off again, needing to calm down before his next appointment.

He couldn’t wait for next week.

I’m so sorry, I wrote this on my break, back to work.

[snail-day]

Sooooooooo.. apparently during the late 1800s to early 1900s, women who experienced anxiety attacks or emotional distress were often brought by their husbands to physicians. These doctors would frequently diagnose them with female hysteria(of course now it's a discredited medical condition 🙃). One of the most common "treatments" for this was pelvic massage aka clitoral stimulation which was believed to relieve the symptoms.💀😭

I was thinking of a scenario where the reader is married to an older, wealthy nobleman probably an arrangement forced upon her by her family in exchange for titles and riches, since it was common at the time. She suffers from undiagnosed anxiety, leading her husband to take her to the most renowned physician of the era: Dr. Suguru Geto! He then applies the so called “therapeutic” method to relieve her hysterical episodes 👀.

Sooooo what do you think?

so fun fact thats actually how we got the vibrator!!

TW: Yandere Behaviors, Toy use, Medical Malpractice, Humiliation, Overstim, Dubcon, MDNI

Ohhhhh doctor Suguru would tie you to a medical examination chair, feet in the stirrups, the leather straps snug around your wrists and thighs, not too tight, just enough to keep you still for treatment. A buzzing vibrator pressed right against your swollen little clit, humming like a bumblebee, while he watches you twitch and squirm, those pretty little tears streaming down your cheeks.

“There we go,” he hums, tilting his head with that gentle smile. “Told you, didn’t I? You're just overstimulated. All that emotional buildup... classic case of hysteria. But don’t worry. I’m going to take good care of you.”

Because you’re his favorite patient. You always respond so well to his methods. He tests the new devices on you first, only you, cooing little praises while your legs tremble in their restraints.

“Would you rather be in the next room?” he asks so sweetly, brushing the sweaty strands of hair from your face. “They use needles in there. Ice baths. Terrible bedside manners. But here? With me? All you have to do is come for me. Again and again.”

A whine escapes your throat, clenching onto nothing. Nails digging into the leather straps.

“Just a few more,” he murmurs, watching the slick drip down your thighs onto the cold sterile tile floor. “You’re doing so well. You want to get better, don’t you?”

The poor floor getting all messy and slick from your needy little cunt, causing a chuckle to leave his throat.

“Tsk, such a silly thing. But that’s alright. We’ll just have you clean it up with your tongue, and then I’ll give you something nice.”

Unbuckling you with care, catching you as you slump against him, boneless and dazed. You can’t even stand without his help, which of course makes him smile all the more. He walks you, right where the mess pools across the cold tile, and eases you down gently to your knees. Doesn't want his pretty little girl getting bruises.

“Attagirl,” he murmurs, crouching beside you, hands firm on your hips. “Just like that. Palms flat. Mouth open.”

You blink slowly up at him, lashes damp, lips parting in sleepy obedience. Before leaning down. You actually do it, you start to lick. Slow little strokes over the tile, soft tongue dragging through your own mess all sweet and salty as he strokes your back with warm, approving hands.

“That’s it, angel. We have to clean up after ourselves, don’t we?” His voice is so soft. So pleased. “Good hygiene is part of recovery.”

You’re still licking when you feel him shift beside you, his palm curling around your jaw to tilt your head up. His other hand is stroking himself lazily, and the moment he catches your gaze, he hums low in his throat.

Your tongue is still out. Waiting.

He taps the flushed head of his throbbing cock against it, once, twice, almost fond.

“You’ve been so good for me,” he says, voice syrupy with affection. “So, so good. You don’t need medicine. You just need me.”

Suguru just hates to see his favorite patient so unwell. So he just takes extra precaution with treatment, you understand don't you?

[wxxpingangxls]

yes this is based off a video i saw this morning of a OBYGN doing some fuckery lmaoooooooooooo

pervy doctor geto who waltz in, in place of your usual doctor who you've had for years.

"s'it your first time in 'ere?" he asks, smirking at your confusion, lips smacking around that fuckass piece of gum he's been chewing.

pervy doctor geto who marvels at your timid answers, watching you squirm uncomfortably in your seat.

pervy doctor geto who watches the goosebumps on your skin rise as his large cold hands rubbing against your soft skin.

pervy doctor geto who loves the way you jump every time his rough hands 'accidently' brush against your hard nipples.

"you cold? if you want i can turn on the heating for you?" he cheeses.

"no, thank you,"

"you said you wanted to start taking the pill?"

"uh huh,"

he clicks his teeth.

"looks like we have to take your vitals, pretty girl,"

and so you sit at as pervy doctor geto wraps his hand around you arm with a blood pressure pump. "relax sweetie, your heart rate is so high," he chuckles. you laugh, embarrassed, releasing a breath you hadn't realised you'd been holding.

however his face drops when you ask for your usual doctor's whereabout.

"oh? him? yeah, he's out for a while. but don't worry, you're in safe hands," he dismisses.

pervy doctor geto who has you lay on the bed, legs spread wide open.

"we're gonna have to do a pelvic exam for you, sweetie. Is that alright?" he grins slyly.

you nod.

you've never heard of having to do a pelvic exam for birth control but whatever.

and so you spread your legs, wideeee open for the pervy doctors eyes to pry.

you felt the cold metal of the leg spreaders, goosebumps making you shiver continueously. "you sure you don't want the heating on?"

you nod meekly, coyly waiting for the exam to begin. you could feel your clit perk up as his gloved fingers felt around your labia. "s'wetter than a damn tsunami down here..." he muttered ever so quietly.

"sorry?"

"i said your damn pussy's wetter than a tsunami. you must drink a lot of water, pretty girl,"

you giggle shyly, face burning to the point that your eyes nearly teared up. he notices how nervous you are: "relax, i'm just teasing,"

you watch as he disappears between your legs again when a rather indecent imagery flashed in your head. "what are you thinking 'bout?"

you stuttered, stammered and hesitated trying to think of what to say.

"you know, for someone who hasn't had any action for a while, you've got a waterfall,"

"how'd you know...?"

"honey, i've been examining vagina's for years, trust me, i know whose been sleeping around and who hasn't,"

"oh my gosh, i'm so embarrassed, you can actually tell?"

"no i lied,"

you tutted.

this man was straight up nasty. what doctor goes down on a young patient. i mean its not like you cared, he was right about the action thing. and now he was here giving you some much deserved action. "you taste so fucking good, you must eat a lot of fruits," he chuckled. his jokes were very vulgar and cheeky. down right nasty.

your cunt was dripping all the way down your crack, but that didn't stop this perverse doctor from slurping it straight up. his slick tongue wiggling on the ring of your puckered hole in an attempt to push it in. all the attention on your asshole just made your pussy even more slick as you kept squealing for him to take it easy. after all this time of being high and dry you were so sensitive to even the slightest touch. he giggled as you wrapped his hair around your hand tugging on it. "take it easy, baby, i know, i know," he took a deep breath before diving first face into your leaking cunt.

his soft lips wrapped around your engorged clit before suckling hard. you tried to close your legs, you tried really hard but those damn leg spreaders stopped you. "fuck, mhhm," you cried out, as two long fingers slipped into your eager hole. his mouth practically watered as he watched your cunt suck up his fingers, feeling the walls squeeze and pulse around them. he could hear the slurps and suckles of your tight hole pushing out the creamy juices that he couldn't wait to drink up. "i still can't believe no one wants a taste of this sweet pussy,"

his eyes were on your own, watching your reaction as he curled his fingers, searching for that spot to make your cunt squeeze and constrict around his fingers. geto wasn't an idiot nor was he the obnoxious prick that he pretends to be. he knew exactly how to make a woman cum, even more so, squirt. and he also knew that foreplay was meant to last way more than one round. sure, he could sit here repeating the words 'one more' over and over again, knowing that he couldn't get enough of that sweet cunny of yours. "wait," his mind immediately went back to your gorgeous face, scrunched up in pure pleasure, bottom lip trembling. your hand wrapped around his wrist in an attempt to slow him down, but it only egged him on.

in fact he curled his fingers in that particular spot, making you scream out loud. he slapped his hand over your mouth, pummeling his deft fingers into your slick hole. he was so distracted on your beautiful eyes tearing up that it took him a while to realise that you were squirting. it wasn't until he physically felt your hole trying to push his fingers out. yet he kept pushing, wringing out your orgasm as long as he could until your cries turned to squeals and then to sniffles.

finally, he pulled out his fingers before rubbing your clit over and over to getting out what little squirt you had left. "yeahhhh, there it is... look at that," he marvelled before slapping your clit. not one, not twice but three times for good measure. "there's a good girl, you got a good pussy on you," he grinned. "s'delicious too," you giggled again.

"you giggle a lot, don't you?"

you nodded, smiling widely. safe to say you weren't nervous anymore. you were definitely changing OBYGN's, that's for sure.

[mpreglover225]

[Newly Declassified Document from U.S. Army Medical Corps Archives, 1944 Subject: Medical Assessment Report — Pvt. Andrew “Drew” Matthews (Service No. 5XXXX) Date: May 10, 1944 Location: Field Hospital, Western Front

Background & Context

Private Andrew “Drew” Matthews, 18, is currently serving overseas under the U.S. Army. Initial enlistment was in late 1943. He has been under periodic medical review following the discovery of an unexpected pregnancy while stationed in-theater. According to the most recent examinations, Pvt. Matthews is now at approximately seven months gestation. This update provides a detailed assessment of his physical condition, with particular focus on rectal and hip adaptations pertinent to male pregnancy.

Current Medical Evaluation

General Physical Status

Vital Signs:

Blood Pressure: 115/76 (stable)

Pulse: 84 BPM (slightly elevated but within normal pregnancy parameters)

Respiration: 18 breaths per minute

Weight Gain: 18 pounds above initial enlistment baseline (notable increase from previous month, consistent with advancing gestation).

Gestational Progress

Estimated 28 weeks (7 months). The uterine and lower abdominal growth is consistent with typical third-trimester developments in male pregnancy.

Fetal heart tones remain strong on auscultation (~146 BPM). Fetal movements reported to be frequent, especially in the evenings.

Rectal Examination

Pvt. Matthews reports periodic pressure and heaviness in the rectal canal, especially when standing or marching for extended periods.

On gentle palpation, the rectum shows increased vascularity and mild swelling, which is not unusual in the late stages of male pregnancy. However, care must be taken to prevent or manage potential hemorrhoids, given added strain in this region.

The anal sphincter demonstrates normal tone, though Pvt. Matthews describes occasional episodes of discomfort—likely linked to fetal positioning and the downward pressure exerted by the growing child.

Hip and Pelvic Girdle Assessment

Complaints of hip soreness and lower back ache have intensified since last examination (one month prior). This is attributed to gradual pelvic widening and the shifting center of gravity.

Physical palpation indicates mild ligament laxity around the hip joints—a natural adaptation in male pregnancies as the body prepares for labor.

Pvt. Matthews experiences discomfort when required to traverse uneven terrain or stand in formation for extended durations. He reports temporary relief with short seated rests and mild stretches.

Nutritional and Environmental Factors

Wartime rationing complicates access to fresh produce, but additional calorie allowances have been arranged.

Daily supplements (when available) include powdered milk, iron tablets, and occasionally vitamin-fortified biscuits. Pvt. Matthews has been instructed to remain vigilant about hydration, as dehydration can exacerbate swelling and discomfort.

Duty Restrictions and Lifestyle

Currently assigned to administrative duties at a rear-echelon facility to minimize prolonged standing and heavy lifting.

Recommended low-impact movements: occasional short walks, gentle pelvic exercises, and if feasible, daily check-ins with medical staff for observation.

Sleep remains inconsistent due to frequent nighttime fetal activity and shared barracks noise, though Pvt. Matthews states he manages intermittent rest as best he can.

Psychological Outlook

Pvt. Matthews displays a mix of resolve and concern. He expresses worry about the stigma associated with his pregnancy and the uncertainty of how the child will be cared for if deployment conditions worsen.

Reports a sense of relief in having official medical oversight. Limited but consistent morale support from select squadmates and some discreet chaplain consultations appear beneficial.

Recommendations

Rectal & Hip Care

Moderate Rest: Schedule routine seated breaks to alleviate rectal pressure.

Support Garments: A supportive belt or band around the lower abdomen may reduce strain on hips and rectal canal.

Warm Compresses: Applied to the lower back and hips can mitigate soreness; for rectal discomfort, brief sitz baths or mild topical ointments (when resources permit).

Continued Nutritional Support

Maintain priority rations and supplements. Encourage iron- and protein-rich foods to prevent anemia and support fetal growth.

Ensure hydration, especially given increased metabolic demands at seven months.

Monitoring and Follow-Up

Regular monthly checks, or sooner if rectal swelling increases or if new symptoms arise (e.g., significant bleeding, severe pelvic pain).

Coordinate with field hospital staff to prepare for potential labor or complications, given the unusual deployment environment.

Emotional and Social Support

Where possible, arrange for discreet counseling. Encourage Pvt. Matthews to continue confiding in chaplain or trusted medical personnel, minimizing isolation.

If feasible, discuss postpartum logistics with commanding officers to ensure the newborn’s welfare and Pvt. Matthews’s postpartum recovery.

Conclusion

At seven months pregnant, Pvt. Matthews remains in stable condition with no immediate red flags detected aside from typical third-trimester challenges. Symptoms such as rectal heaviness, hip soreness, and general fatigue reflect the normal physiological adaptations of late-stage male pregnancy. Ongoing support, both medical and logistical, will be crucial to ensure a safe outcome for both father and child as wartime circumstances persist.

Signed,

Capt. Robert H. Nolan, M.D.

U.S. Army Medical Corps, Western Front

[nicnak20]

A detailed examination; Charlie Mayhew:

*When Yn goes in for a regular checkup with her new doctor, she ends getting examined by a handsome young doctor who provides a very detailed examination on her. *

Yn swayed her feet back and forth against the cushiony leather table- the paper crinkling underneath her. Her arms prickled goosebumps- they always did whenever she stepped into the sterile domain of the hospital.

If it wasn't the muffled sounds of hospital chatter, then it was the metallic of the shiny instruments hanging on the walls. Feeling the thin paper gown bellow over her body, Yn felt her body flush with heat. The hair over her arms stuck up like pins in a cushion. She had an appointment with a new doctor: Doctor Mayhew. Maybe he was an older doctor; gray hair on the sides of her hair, a kind worn in smile that he gave to all his patients. Or maybe a sweet but stern woman with crinkles in around her eyes and subtle blue eyes that stared back at her with a sympathetic seriousness.

Yn found that thinking of the mysterious Doctor Mayhew distracted her from the waiting that seemed to be lingering on and on.

A knock on the door sounded and it startled Yn a bit. "Come in,"

In walked a young doctor- dark brown hair slicked and styled, a rich dimpled smile and settled down demeanor. "Hello, Miss Yn," he scanned the clipboard, "I'm Dr. Mayhew and I'll be taking care of you today." He reached out his hand for Yn to shake, before heading over to the counter.

Yn felt her heart speed up. Her face flushed a bit as Dr. Mayhew settled on the stool as he went over Yn's medical history. Feeling a bit small in his presence, Yn turned her attention to her thumbs that kept shuffling over and under each other- a nervous habit she picked up in the third grade.

Dr. Mayhew cleared his throat before holding the clipboard up and turning his attention to Yn.

"Do you smoke?"

"No."

"Engage in any form of drug use?" "No."

"Drink more than twice a day?" Yn shook her head.

A silence fell over the room until the questions became more invasive. "How are your cycles- are your periods regular?"

"...yes."

"Have you ever had any STDs?" "No... I'm a virgin." Dr. Mayhew's eyebrows lifted a bit. "This is just routine but- do you suspect pregnancy or have been pregnant in the past?"

"No." Dr. Mayhew wrote something down on the clipboard before setting it down on the counter and moving towards the foot of the table. Grabbing the little light from his lab coat, he shined it in Yn's eyes, then her ears and then inside her mouth and nose.

"Checks out nicely...." Dr. Mayhew then swiveled over and grabbed a small swivel tray where he set down a few supplies, but Yn's eyes zeroed in on a speculum and a few sample brushes.

Understanding what this exam was about: the period questions, the STDs and the pregnancy routine questions, Yn understood that she was about to receive a very detailed examination by the handsome doctor she had felt so intimidated by.

Her face flushed even warmer when he pulled the thick metal stirrups out that seemed to be hidden under the table. "Before I preform the pelvic exam, I would like to do a breast exam first. It checks for any cancers that might be there."

Carefully undoing the top of Yn's gown, it slid down leaving Yn's bare breast to pop out. They felt cold and care against the air of the room. Dr. Mayhew warmed up his hands after washing them in the sink. Walking back over, he carefully touched Yn's breast and squeezed it carefully- tickling the sensitive nipples with his palms.

Checking the other breast, Yn turned her attention to the stirrups that stuck out; like Dr. Mayhew wanted to taunt her with the looming exam that was to befall her after her simple breast check she was being given in the moment. Yn felt herself become wet but tried to stifle any reactions; professionally as she would've liked it to be for herself as well.

Her nipples became denser the more they were touched. They bounced back from the doctor's touches until they were surprisingly squeezed and pinched a bit from the clamps being placed over them. Five seconds turned into a minute as Dr. Mayhew wrote down some information on his clipboard.

"Alright," he removed the clips from Yn's nipples that were now hard and pointed. He helped Yn dress her gown over her chest before scooting down to end of the table again. "Just lay back Yn," A shudder fell down Yn's spine as she complied and laid back against the table. She felt the thin paper press against the nape of her back as Dr. Mayhew gentle guided her feet into the stirrups.

Feeling the warmth of his hands touch her cool feet, Yn's body warmed. Hearing the loud elastic snap of latex gloves made her cheeks flush with a deep redness. Glancing over and seeing the white gloves wrapped over Dr. Mayhew's large hands made a red fall over face- warming her cheeks with a burning sting.

Grabbing her hips, Dr. Mayhew scooted Yn down to the edge of the table and spread her legs gently, pushing back the gown from around her legs until her inner thighs hit the light and her vagina was exposed in front of the doctor. He kindly shined the light over her intimates, enlivening the peachy rose-colored flesh of her bottom too.

Exposed and artless, Yn felt herself sink deeper and deeper into the bitter hole of humiliation. Feeling Dr. Mayhew's gloved hands touch the lips of her vagina, Yn blushed. Alert to the wetness of herself, Dr. Mayhew seemed to take note of this and arched his eyebrow about the other. A smirk appeared across his face as without warning, his finger dug into Yn's little hole. Hearing the silk wet sounds of his finger adventuring inside of Yn, she tried to drum out the exam with the slight buzzing ring of the overhead lights.

"Okay..." grabbing the speculum, Dr. Mayhew touched it to Yn's inner thigh. "I'm going to insert the speculum now... it might feel a bit cool."

As the smooth metallic slid into you, the coolness penetrated through your body. Afraid to even glance up between your legs and see a focused- and determined- Dr. Mayhew poking and prodding around inside of you. Feeling the tingling cramping from the brush ticking her cervix, Yn was instructed to breathe deep and focus on the celling.

Yn could feel herself leaking her fluids. The speculum was removed with a string of cum still sticking to the tip. Dr. Mayhew used his finger as an interrupter and wrapped the string around his finger before setting it down on the sterile cloth. He stood up and lubricated his two fingers. "I'm going to do the bimanual exam now; you'll feel me go inside and palpate your ovaries. This is to check for any abnormalities."

Before Yn could reply, she felt the cool gelled fingers slid inside her and twist around- mixing in with her own juices. With his other hand, Dr. Mayhew lifted Yn's gown and exposed her mid-section. She knew he was staring at her slim waist and body frame, taking in the etches of her slender, soft curves. Pressing down just above her pubic bone, Yn adverted her attention to anything else- even though she could feel the doctor's eyes on her. He's just seeing if I'm in pain she thought to herself, daring not to even take one simple look into his intense eyes.

After what felt like an eternity, Dr. Mayhew's fingers slid out and he discarded the used glove. Donning on another one, Yn flinched at the sound of rubbery latex. "I'm going to do the rectal vaginal exam and then a digital rectal exam now."

The squirting sound of lube echoed again and soon Dr. Mayhew's fingers were deep inside Yn's other puckered hole and her vagina. The pressure was becoming too much, and Yn truly wanted the earth to swallow her whole. As the procedure ended, Yn thought the worst to be behind her.

Then she was instructed to get on all fours.

Her feet were guided out of the stirrups and as Dr. Mayhew was sliding them back up into the table, Yn was positioned like a dog or cat wanting to be pet.

The backside of her gown was flung open, and her round bottom was fully exposed against the glaring lights and the handsome doctor's eyes. Hearing more gloves being snapped on, Yn felt her cheeks being spread and she realized that she was at no mercy anymore. A cool wet feeling touched her hidden hole and soon not one, not two, but a whole hand was sliding into her backside, disappearing within her crack.

"A standard hemorrhoid check," Dr. Mayhew said, "it also helps detect for any intestinal problems." Yn understood it meant constipation. Her backside now wet with a determined hand rooting around inside her like she was hiding something in there.

Her face turned scarlet- destroyed by being so undignified by a 'routine physical' that she began to regret even showing up for. Gasping, trying to hide her obvious discomfort and embarrassment became more of the same ambition that Dr. Mayhew had within himself to even suggest an exam like this. Hiding her face in the paper sheets, Yn could only just endure the horrifying treatment of being dug into.

"All done." Dr. Mayhew announced as his hand was removed. Grabbing tissues, he cleaned Yn up and discarded his used gloves. "Your exam went very well, Miss Yn." Helping the young woman sit back up, Yn had to force herself to make eye contact.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Yn. I'll send the samples to the lab, and they'll have your results in a week or so." He smiled.

"Thank you." Yn sheepishly said. "It was my pleasure." Dr. Mayhew shook Yn's hand again before excusing himself out of the room, dismissing Yn from her appointment.

Gathering her clothes, Yn changed into them as quickly as possible, before running out of the hospital, hoping to leave behind the deep shame that had brewed from it.

"A nice warm bubble bath outa do the trick." She said to herself on the car ride home.

She hoped deep down that maybe it would soothe the humiliating procedures from her mind, but not totally erase the doctor that she genuinely did have a pleasure meeting.

[takita011605]

I finished it. I had to think these through but even then—I’m not sure if this is in character or not…do tell if it isn’t 🥀 I’ll do one post for each love interest since it’s a lot—each post covers their kinks, hear him out/guilty pleasure, and favorite body part 👩‍🦯

STAY BACK IF YOU’RE A MINOR 🫵🏻 YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE 🫵🏻

Am doing zayne first—swear on my left tit, if someone mentions about the recent lore with him. Chopping my tit off 👩‍🦯 TMI—is the tit smaller than the boobies or the boobies smaller than the tit—

His Favorite Body Part:

Lower Abdominal Area “Pooch / Fupa area”

He’s a big guy on having a roof on top of your most sacred area—after all, he’s a doctor. Your doctor specifically.

Loves how soft it is, relishes on how he can feel everything if he pressed down on your lower belly area—hits different knowing his dick is in that softness. He feels it. He knows you’ve allowed him to be in it. Allows him to press on it. Not as your doctor but as your partner.

Chest area “boob area”

While he’s appreciating your belly, he’s gonna come up to your chest area feeling the area right between your boobs, the softness of your chest, the way it cups or feels on his hands, and the way they look so perfect on you—everything feels so right

He appreciates how your boobs just feel so soft—the way your nipples harden to his touch—maybe it’s the way his hands are cold and your nipples just react so well to his touch

He will suck on your boobs. He’ll relish on how your body reacts to his touch—to his sucking and gosh—how he loves the way your warmth feels on his hands— against his body

Neck area “specifically the Sterno muscle and collarbone area”

He loves how he has access to the most important muscle and area of your whole body to himself. Something in the way, you trust him—the way the muscle contracts and stands out when you move your head while he’s fucking you deep and sensual, overstimulating you to his touch

He loves how he’s deep inside you and he can rest his head on your neck-shoulder area, peppering kisses and licking on your neck.

Honorable mention: love handles

Guilty Pleasure / Hear him out:

Does not want to admit it or needs to be hella drunk to even suggest it to you BUT he wants to examine your body while teaching you about each body part he’d play and worship with.

He’d grab a market of sorts and label each part of your body while you’re riding his dick. He’d tell you how your stomach feels and how he appreciates every single curve, softness, and warmth it gives him while pressing the marker tip on your stomach. He’d test you and ask if you actually are taking in what he’s teaching you

He’d hold your love handles and whisper to you how your love handles hold all the fat and hormones to keep your body healthy.

He’d tell you how you shouldn’t be insecure about your fupa or your belly because it keeps your pelvic organs safe and how he appreciates all that fat and fupa keeping him all tight inside you.

The warmth you make him feel all stem from your body—no matter the size, the curves, the fat, and everything you may be insecure about. He’ll fuck it out of you while teaching you how each part works. Sure, you’ll end up with marker labels written all over you but he hopes you’ll be okay with it

He found about this hear me out when he found out you get insecure with some parts of your body but he didn’t know how to approach it without making it awkward—turns out he just needed 2/3 glasses of alcohol to get the idea going~

His kinks

Sensory Play - specifically ice play. You were the one who actually brought it up to him but he ended up wanting to test the limits of it…despite how flustered he can get when he found out he actually likes seeing you struggle or twitch while his cold hands hovers on your skin. The way you get all sensitive while riding him and he’s hovering his cold touch on your thigh.

Power exchange - yes, please take the lead. Please ride him. He wants you to ride on him—in fact, guide his hands and he’ll linger his touches and grab your hips while feeling you grind on his dick. You becoming a moaning mess while taking the lead and pushing him down. He could be working and feeling how he’s neglected you for some time until you’ve finally brought it up that you wanna ride him and feel him deep inside you. He’d allow you to ride him on his chair and fuck you on his desk afterwards.

Medical Play - let him examine your body and he’ll teach you everything there is to know about your body. Just be careful, he might be strict with the questions and testing— maybe he’ll even ask you while overstimulating you

Honorable mention: he’s a brat tamer. One say is enough for you to listen even if he’s allowing you to take the lead. Act like a brat and you’ll find out he’s just allowing you to take the lead. Of course granted—he needs to be a little tipsy

Hope y’all like this idk if it’s accurate or not but so far, from his cards this is the vibe I’m getting. Sincerely, a Xavier girly ⭐️ this is also my first time writing something like this👩‍🦯

[dhddmods]

So while doing more research on intersex variations, we found that - although there's very limited discussion of it - it seems that persistent cloacas don't always require surgery. Its just that nobody examines or tests the strength of the pelvic floor muscles, or the internal appearance of the cloaca, before shoving kids into surgery.

You can be a healthy adult with an unaltered persistent cloaca. It is possible.

And also, surgery for persistent cloaca are far more cosmetic then it should be. There's way too much focus on making three separate canals, when - if surgery is necessary - the focus should be on making a functional separated anus, not making a "normal urethra & vagina." There's no need to make them as perisex-looking as possible!

As far as we've seen in our research, the only intersex variation that 100% always needs surgery is urethral agenesis, because they have no way to urinate. And even then, the focus of doctors is to make it as perisex-appearing as possible.

For example, a person with a penis & urethral agenesis should usually be given a perineal urethrostomy, not a urethroplasty that reconstructs the penis, because that damages an infants penile tissue unnecessarily, and can cause sexual dysfunction, scarring, desensitization, or chronic pain later in life (since they are young, and their genitals are not developed enough for such complex procedures yet.) Theres only a few cases where opening the urethra through the penis itself would be more ethical - specifically, in the scenario where the urethra is still mostly formed but there's just a small part that is undeveloped, and all it would take to open it is to push a tool into the existing urethra and break through the undeveloped part. And even that avoids cutting open the penis itself, which saves the erectile tissue from getting scarred.

Doctors need to stop giving surgery to intersex children unless its absolutely necessary. And when it is necessary, they should thoroughly investigate the best course of action, and shouldn't prioritize appearance over functionality!

[mad-hunts]

❝ i'm sure you are. you've got quite the mouth on you, you know... it makes me wonder whether i should be nice and let you see what i'm doing to you. ❞ the position that viktor was in at the moment was pretty obscene, barton thought, what with his clit sticking out like a sore thumb — and the purplish-red tissue inside his pussy covered in that natural lube his body produced. but hey, that was part of what was so fun about medical play was how vulnerable it made the person who was the 'patient,' right? and you could always trust a doctor to do right by you. barton hummed in satisfaction at the other's answer before taking the drape he used to give the other some privacy and moving it off to the side.

barton gave the inside of viktor's folds a faster massage with his fingers now, only to lightly squeeze the other's left thigh in a playfully scornful warning. ❝ hey, if you want to be smart with me, i could cover you back up and not have you be an active participant in this at all. but i thought you would like to see what i'm doing to you while you're on my table... strapped down, helpless. i'm going to take good care of you, though, so there's no need to worry about me hurting you — alright? ❞ barton gave the other a sly smile before he closed the other's folds, soon teasing the other's entrance with a finger.

the doctor tilted his head to the side as he observed the other become visibly more relaxed. ooh, so right as the medicine was kicking in, was he going to check viktor's skene's glands... it couldn't have been better timing. barton gently rubbed the other's thigh up and down with his free hand in order to soothe him. this was before he told his lover, ❝ ooh, that's okay, viktor. i can help you walk afterward. or maybe i'll have to carry you? we'll see, but you're now going to feel my finger pressing into your anterior wall around your skene's glands. ❞

he delved a finger into viktor's core up to the second joint before beginning to move it in a 'come hither' motion outwards. barton made sure to do it nice and slow to allow the other to adjust to the feeling at first.

barton tried not to focus on the implications behind what he'd heard in viktor's lungs. asking him to breathe in probably wasn't the best idea, in perspective, after all — because it made his heart feel like it sunk all the way to his stomach. but not everything was going to be perfect, even in what was supposed to be a kinky scene like this one. barton didn't regret asking viktor to do it though. it had made him realize that, yes, while something like a nebulizer treatment wouldn't help resolve the build-up of muscus in his lungs long-term; it could make his quality of life better.

so, maybe that was something worth looking into. barton was just glad that viktor didn't get upset over the feeling of being given a shot. though he wouldn't judge his lover for it if things had gone that way, as fearing needles was a relatively common thing amongst even some of barton's adult patients. and that was just one more reason why he found it necessary to have a good bedside manner around them. but barton snapped out of this train of thought soon enough and shot viktor his best 'charming' smile then. after hearing confirmation that he could go on, the doctor whistled at the other's statement about his body being ready too. a playfully scornful finger was wagged at him before he squirted out a few stripes of lube across his fingers; rubbing it in soon enough.

it was better to have more lube than was needed than not enough, in barton's book. ❝ wow. well, aren't you a charmer? kind of a dirty charmer but still one regardless. i've got to tell you, it's going to be so fun to render that clever tongue speechless pretty soon... ❞ he drifted one of his gloved hands down to the bottom of viktor's outer folds, then. at least before stretching his index and middle finger to partially expose the inner anatomy within his pussy. barton brought his head closer to the other's core, allowing his breath to hit the sensitive tissue as he spoke. ❝ hmm, okay. well, the color of your muscuous membranes is good. now i just need to look a little deeper into you. i'm going to spread your outer lips to look at your clitoris and hymen, okay? it might feel a little weird. ❞

he intentionally rubbed several of his fingers along the inner tissue of viktor's folds as he could now see his clit and overall labia minora in full view. ❝ you're doing so well so far, darling. you don't have any swelling, and your clit doesn't look enlarged... thus, everything's normal. you can't feel any tenderness in this area, though, right? ❞

[rowanmutt-afterdark]

Kinktober Day 5 Medical Play (IDW Ratchet)

Word Count: 1,011

IDW Ratchet X Human Female Reader

Read more below the cut!

"Are you ready for your checkup?” Ratchet asked, walking into your assigned room. You were his first patient of the day, and though he was exhausted from a long work night, he was happy to give you a check-up. You responded with a nod. You didn't meet his optics, but you seemed OK with this.

His dermas changed into a soft smile, and his servo was placed upon your shoulder. He smiled at you as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “If you need to stop, let me know. We can stop now.” He offered to put a halt to this. You looked up at him and shook your head rapidly.

“No no! I'm ok, I promise. I'm just not used to this type of thing.” You reassured him that you did want to try this. It was just a new roleplay to spice up your love life. You trusted him and knew he was experienced.

He would never make you uncomfortable or feel unsafe.

“I'm ok to continue.” Ratchet listened to your plea, relenting with a sigh. His servo moved to your chin, holding it between his digits to kiss your cheek.

“Good girl. If you need me to stop, don't hesitate.” He pulled away, and just as soon as he paused the roleplay, he began again.

“I'm happy that you came in as soon as you started to feel off. I assure you that we will be able to check everything and see what could be wrong.” He had you lie back against the cold slab used as the med-bays examination table. His mass-displaced servo started over your chest, feeling the rapid rising and falling of your breast. He smoothed his cold servo over your clothed top as he felt for any lumps.

“How about you remove your gown for me? I can’t check for lumps like this.” He ordered. You didn’t hesitate to remove the top of the gown. The fabric fell and pooled at your waist as he hummed appreciatively and moved his servos back to your chest to feel your tits. His servos groped at the soft mounds of flesh and muscle, feeling for anything abnormal. His hold wasn’t rough, nor was it gentle. His one servo became two on your chest and felt you up. A small noise escaped your lips before you bit your lip to silence any sound from leaving you.

“Hmm.” He hummed, feeling you up for any lumps and found none, the smallest hint of curled at the edges of his mouth before disappearing as he pulled away. He wrote down what he felt before he moved on to the next part of his examination. He motioned for you to lie back against the examination table, you follow his instructions and waited with anticipation as he turned back to his tray of tools. He looked over each one until he found what he was looking for, and from it, he pulled a speculum.

A pap smear?

You had one not that long ago. You didn't voice your protest as you weren't the doctor. He wanders back over to your side. His servo grabs the hospital gown and pulls it the rest of the way down your body until it is removed from your figure. The chilled air of the exam room brought goosebumps to your skin as the cold air met your warm skin. Your skin fluttered as he dragged the instrument along the skin of your pubic bone in a lazy, careless pattern.

“Open your legs.” He orders. You followed, legs spreading off to the sides, exposing your pelvic area to him. Had you been able to see you, you would have caught Ratchet shuddering in excitement at your willingness to be examined by him. He grabbed the lube for the speculum and popped open the cap to drizzle it over the metal with a small squeeze to the bottle. You knew just from look alone just how cold that was going to be. He hummed a small tune cheerfully as he got between your spread legs and pressed the speculum against your pussy. A shudder passed through you with a surprised gasp as its cold, lubed clamps were grinded against your clit.

“I have to get the lube spread around before I can proceed. I can't risk harming my patient, now can I?” He moved it in a rhythmic pattern against your sensitive nub, bringing legs to tremble and tense at the pleasure that surged in your abdomen and pooled with a liquid heat inside of you.

“How does that feel?” He asks. You nod with a whimper before answering his question.

“G-Good.” You whine, he hummed in approval at the confirmation for him to continue with his exam. The speculum nestled its way between your folds, slipping into your aching hole followed with another shudder from you. It pushed its way until it was fully inside of you. Its freezing cold clamps were pressed as close to your walls could go before he gave you a quick look, and then he moved It to open. It opened you with ease, but this discomfort from it brought forth a whine as it pried your walls open for him to take a peek at what he was working with.

“My my, what a beautiful fleshy valve. It's not every day I get to examine such a fine specimen. Your anatomy is so similar to our own-” he paused. “I wonder if…” He trails off before he's grabbing your thigh in one servo and pulling them further apart while the other keeps the clamps opened.

“You are absolutely drenched! Is this getting you wet? Such a bad girl, a naughty patient doesn't deserve good awards. Instead, they get to suffer the consequences.” He purrs before his lips are on your clit bringing forth a wail of surprise and pleasure as he sucked and swirled his glossa around it making your legs jerk and your body thrash as he hums around the sensitive bundle of nerves with a grin.

Tonight was going to be spectacular~

[nothingbutnowhere]

Paging Doctor Riley!

18+

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader

~3.9k words

Tags: 18+ Explicit, medical pelvic examination roleplay, 'virgin' roleplay, reader is mentioned to masturbate with toys frequently, mentioned reader has received previous gynecological care, glove kink, praise kink, fingering, lube, squirting, cunnilingus, tit play, fingers in mouth, unprotected PiV, light manhandling, multiple reader orgasms, reader referred to as 'good girl' with no other gendered language, post sex banter, if I've missed anything that needs mentioning please let me know

Prologue 1 | Prologue 2

It's just a routine exam, you think to yourself, you've done this before, it's going to be fine.

That doesn't stop your heart from pounding in your chest as you sit and wait in the exam room. You're wearing the typical smock with a sheet over your legs for cover, but it's not enough, your nipples are definitely visible through the thin fabric. The cool air of the room peaks goosebumps over your legs and arms.

Two firm knocks rap against the door and you flinch, head snapping towards it.

It opens.

Oh no.

"Good afternoon miss."

He's hot.

"Hi," you squeak.

He's tall, muscles bulging from his white lab coat, carrying himself with perfect posture as he walks over to you.

"Doctor Riley," he says, holding his hand out for you to shake.

His eyes meet yours, deep brown, intense and focused over the blue surgical mask that covers the lower part of his face.

You introduce yourself, thankfully moving on autopilot, as you reach out and shake his hand with as much poise as you can muster. His hand is large, strong and warm, a contrast to your shaky, clammy one. The watch on his wrist probably costs more than your annual paycheck.

Before you're unpinned from his gaze, he looks you over, gaze neutral. He turns to the desk, but it doesn't do much to calm your nerves.

"You're here for a routine exam," he says as he logs in to the computer.

It's not even framed as a question, god this man might kill you. His voice is deep and measured, and clinical.

"Yes."

You try not to stare at his hands that minify the mouse and keyboard as he clicks around, typing a few things.

"Are you currently sexually active?"

The question settles a sense of dread in your tummy. You know it's routine but you hate admitting it, especially now to your hot doctor who now knows you can't get laid. You send a small plea to the universe to quell your embarrassment.

"No. Never."

He doesn't so much as blink, continuing to stare at the screen while he clicks boxes.

"Do you masturbate?"

Well you've never been asked this before. Is it even an appropriate question?? After a second too long you answer.

"Yes."

"How frequently?"

If it's possible to die from embarrassment, well, you'll find out.

"Um, depends."

"Roughly how many times per week?"

There's a joke there, but not one you're brave enough to make. The number is very high and you feel the need to lie, because that kinda makes your lack of sexual activity more embarrassing. But lying to a medical professional seems like a bad idea.

"Five to seven."

He doesn't miss a beat.

"Any specific concerns you have today?"

Yeah embarrassing myself in front of you, you think, though it's too late for that.

"No."

He stands and walks away for a few moments to wash his hands.

This is great, everything is fine. Think of anything else than what's about to happen, literally anything else, just don't think about-

Your efforts fail terribly, as all you can picture, all you can feel is his hands on you, thinking about him thinking about your masturbating. Which he's definitely not, because this is his job! People tell him that all day, surely there's no way he dwells on it. 

You shift on the bed, the cold sweat of anxiety is only making you more miserable. The subtle rub of your thighs sends some... extra sensations up your spine. Oh god, are you already aroused? You hope not. The lube will help disguise it. It's fine, probably. Stimulation is often met with arousal, a concession you can make while ignoring the fact that he hasn't touched you yet.

He returns and you watch as he pulls on the blue nitrile gloves. They fit tightly, requiring an extra tug to situate, and he lets the material snap.

Is he fucking with you? He has to be fucking with you. 

"Lay back, feet up on the bed apart, and move to the edge."

His instructions definitely aren't though. They're firm but not unkind and you don't have to think to follow them. The cool air of the room is uncomfortable on your exposed skin and your knees try and awkwardly close.

"Legs open," he reminds.

They do.

The blanket on your legs prevents you from seeing him as he sits down in front of you, but you're completely exposed to him now.

This whole thing is starting to feel like a fever dream. A dreamy doctor about to feel you up, good lord, you need to get a grip.

"Take deep breaths. Try to relax, it'll make this much easier," he says, voice softer now.

Fuck. You were never good at hiding your emotions, he probably thinks you're just anxious. Honestly that's a better scenario than your current predicament of embarrassed arousal. One, then two deep breaths later, you're mildly more relaxed.

"Ready?" he asks.

"Yeah." Sure why not, we don't have all day.

"Good."

You swallow audibly.

"Light touch on the inner thigh, then the vulva. External then internal examination."

You've done this before, it's fine. 

His gloved fingers make gentle contact with your skin, but the small twitch in your leg only pushes into him further. After a moment his they slide down and brush against your pussy.

You stare pointedly up at the ceiling, forcing your diaphragm into slow breaths.

His warm fingers parting your labia have no business being this gentle. The tip of one large finger strokes slow between the inner and outer, on one side then the other. You had no idea you could be so sensitive, and have to grind your teeth to prevent a shiver of pleasure from making your legs shake.

"Healthy tissue, very good," he hums after a few moments.

Your throat is too dry to respond.

He doesn't move on though, continues to feel and stroke and press, avoiding your clit. None of this feels very clinical, but then again your brain is scrambled eggs. The gentle touch feels so good, no one except for you has done this, and even you haven't gone this slow, usually opting to go straight for the kill with fingers or a vibrator on your clit. It's an examination but it feels like... More than that somehow. Adoration.

How bad would it be to just relax into it? It's not a bad thing to enjoy touch, even though this isn't the most opportune time for it.

"That's good, just relax."

His voice is calm and reassuring. See? Not so bad.

He spreads your lips again and runs one finger through your slit. You can feel the tell tale slip confirming your arousal, knocking some sense back into you because you're at the doctor's office! What the hell are you doing, enjoying your pelvic exam, getting off from your doctor who is none the wiser. Well, not anymore. You hope he doesn't say anything.

"Bit of arousal at stimulation. Very common."

You're mortified, frozen to the bed.

"I'm sorry," you say, the only thing you can think to say.

"Nothing to worry about."

"Ok," your voice comes out as a whisper.

You want to believe him. Unfortunately, neither your embarrassment of being caught enjoying a clinical exam nor his reassurance does anything to change the fact that your body is thrumming with warm pleasure.

His hand rests on your lower belly. You expect the internal examination to start now but his thumb strokes the skin above your clit, far too gentle to be doing much examining. One, two passes then his thumb runs over your clit.

A shiver runs though your body uninhibited, and you have to cover your mouth to keep from crying out. The intoxicating ball of pleasure sits heavy in your stomach.

"Very sensitive," he says, though maintaining his clinical composure his voice is definitely lower than it has been

His thumb then presses down right above your clit and pulls the hood back ever so gently.

You're suspended, not breathing, ready for his touch and the ever tightening band in your tummy to snap.

But he gently lowers it back down and removes his hand.

"Perfect. Moving to the internal exam now."

His voice sounds mildly strained. 

Very good. Perfect. 

It wouldn't matter how he sounded when he called you that. Well, technically he was calling your vulva that... Did that make it better or worse?

A cap clicking open and closed recalls your attention.

Internal exam, right. You can handle that. Definitely. No problem. You haven't been thinking about his fingers inside you the whole time, not at all.

"Ready?" he asks.

"Yes."

You sound strained too.

"Touch on the inner thigh."

His fingers are slightly wet with lube but not cold. Once again he slides his fingers down, leaving a little wet trail in their wake. He swipes fingers over your opening, though you probably don't need the lube at all. 

"Two fingers. Let me know if it's uncomfortable."

You feel them start to press against you, he's slow and gentle like before. The initial press just past your lips is fine. But the stretch is too much.

"Wait"

He stops and pulls away immediately.

"It's, um, too much, maybe just... Start with one?"

It's painfully embarrassing to voice. Sure the doctor can stay clinical since this is his job but the innuendo- if you can even call it that, you're literally asking for one finger in your pussy- probably isn't lost on him.

"Of course."

He begins again.

"Touch," he says, hand resting on your thigh for a second longer before moving down.

One finger slides in easier. He's still slow and gentle which only makes it feel more intimate. He slides out, maybe brushing a little more firmly against your g spot than necessary, but you're already swollen around his fingers, it's probably just inevitable.

Two fingers start to push in a little easier. You're taking deep steady breaths, focusing on being relaxed and not clamping down to give more stimulation on your g-spot, grind, and come, like your brain screams to do.

"That's it, nice and easy."

The reassurances makes it worse and you make the mistake of picturing what's happening- two of his thick, gloved fingers glistening with lube and your slick sliding into your wet, swollen pussy, expensive looking watch on his wrist. At the same time he presses past your g-spot which makes you clench involuntarily. Fuck.

"Alright?"

"Yeah," your voice cracks.

To your horror, this time the embarrassment makes the arousal more intense, more urgent. Your brain knows your hand has been shown, it seems to think there's no point in hiding.

"Response to stimulation is normal."

Oh you want to respond alright. You feel every millimeter, during the few moments it takes for his fingers to be fully inserted. It's a pleasant fullness, his fingers reach deeper and are wider than your own. The glove tries to be the barrier that keeps this from being intimate and sexual but it's only backfiring, arousal hot and pulsing inside you.

"Going to place a hand on your lower abdomen and press."

"Ok."

You try to relax, focus on the pleasantness rather than the arousal, but it's difficult with his hand pressing down, moving soft and gentle, glove crinkling and rasping quietly over your skin. After several presses his hand rests fully on your lower stomach, thumb brushing lower and lower, over the sensitive skin above your clit once again. Your brain is buzzing, body scorching, daring him to do it.

His thumb rolls gently over your clit.

You finally allow yourself to moan. If he's going to provide stimulation, you're going to give him a response.

"Fuck," you say, breathless.

He stills but doesn't pull away.

"Want me to stop?"

"No"

His fingers curl into your g-spot, and he finally starts to give proper, firm circles over your clit.

"Gonna- oh my god-" you moan.

Your cunt spasms around his fingers, electricity sparking through your body but it's not nearly enough, barely enough to take the edge off.

"One," he says, but before you can process the implication, his fingers start moving inside you and yeah that's it. Stroking instead of just pressing into your g-spot, other hand continuing to circle on your clit.

After a few moments there's pressure building up behind the tingling of the incoming orgasm. It's coming at you fast, you know it's going to hit hard. You've only heard of this sensation before but it's too late to stop it, too late to try and say anything because by the time you're opening your mouth all you can do is cry out as your toes curl, body releasing the pressure and you feel liquid running down your ass. You've fucking squirted on your doctor, and he's dragging you through the rest of your orgasm with his fingers on your clit. He pulls away when you squirm from overstimulation.

"Good, two," you hear him breathe, voice no longer clinical and professional and the low growl makes your thighs twitch besides his head.

You gasp as you feel his face pressing into your thigh- and to your twisted amalgamation of horror and arousal- it's wet, slicking your thighs with what can only be your own squirt as his lips press slow, messy kisses down, closer and closer to your pussy. Your eyes are closed but you hear him slip off the stool he was sitting on, and feel as he guides your legs over his shoulders, low enough that he's probably kneeling on the ground in front of you. He sighs when you relax and let the solid weight of them rest comfortably. He kneels up and your hips lift up off the bed, partially folding you over. One strong arm wraps around your leg snugly, hand gripping your skin like you'll slip away if he doesn't.

You can surmise what's coming as his lips trail further and further down but could never actually anticipate the feeling of his mouth on you, warm and wet and consuming. Following the same methodology as his fingers, his tongue and lips slowly explore every centimeter of skin, dragging through, over, and between, taking your lips into his mouth and sucking. You moan, eyes squeezing shut, hands gripping your smock for grounding as you resist the urge to push into his mouth. You almost lose it when he circles your clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking over it before pressing his lips to it over and over like a kiss, opening and suckling. You're dazed, obviously never having experienced this before but vaguely think this'll probably be the best you'll ever get.

His tongue slides down, starts to circle your opening, dipping in briefly where your slick and his spit has gathered.

"Taste so fuckin' good," he says, almost to himself, mouth close to your pussy so you feel the vibrations.

"Knew you would the second I saw you. Sweet thing, all for the taking on my exam table."

His words are filthy. You begin to moan but are interrupted by his tongue sliding in.

You gasp, eyes flying open, hands instinctively reaching down, only to meet the blanket resting over his head. There's only a half second hesitation about pulling it off before you do. You're not prepared to see his face, or rather his eyes flicking up to meet yours, tongue buried inside you. The focus and intensity are so different than earlier, maybe a little softer now that he's feeling you, holding you, and pleasuring you, not examining and observing.

His hand clenches tighter into your thigh, pushes his face further into you with a groan, eyes fluttering. You can't help but slide your hand through his hair and encourage him to stay right there, keep doing whatever the fuck he's doing with his tongue that's making you lose control, pant, and grind into his face. His hand reaches up your body to squeeze and play with your tits, smearing slick across your chest.

That's one way to get a breast examination.

It takes several minutes for your orgasm to build this time but he doesn't seem to care, working you steadily and thoroughly. And soon enough you're there, body hot with molten pleasure, you're going to come again,

"Close-!"

But there's an ache that wants more. All caution has been long since thrown to the wind and it doesn't even occur to you to be embarrassed to beg.

"Please, Doctor Riley, want you- fuck."

"Want me to what?"

"Want you to fuck me, please."

His hand slides down back to your clit and rubs firmly until your back is arching and you're nearly suffocating him with your thighs as pleasure rushes though you uninhibited. 

"Good fucking girl, three." 

Finally you drop back, breathing hard, still tingly, vision unfocused. He lifts your legs off of his shoulders and gently settles them back. You look up at him, now unmasked. Some scaring on his face and definitely handsome, to you anyway.

He doesn't put on a show to undress. All you can do is watch as he simply stands, and pulls his cock out.

Wow. He's perfect. Big, which makes sense considering his stature. If the look in his eyes with his face dripping with your slick is any indication you're about to get fucked within an inch of your life.

"Gonna make this nice and comfortable for you yeah?" he says, uncapping and squeezing a generous amount of lube out.

"Ever used anything more than fingers?"

"Yeah, I have toys" you squeak out.

His lips twitch in what you think is an uncharacteristic smile, though it's not friendly. The gleam in his eyes should scare you.

"Specifically?"

"...vibrators and dildos."

"Good girl."

Something absolutely glows inside of you when he says those two words, and you're shameless preening in it. And continues to glow as his hand strokes his cock for a few moments. It could have been an hour with the way you're enraptured by his gloved hand, studying how exactly he strokes, twists his wrist and thumbs over and around the head.

"Hold your legs back behind your knees."

It takes a moment, but you get your jellied legs to comply. Once you're spread he steps closer, hand squeezing your ass as he rubs his cock up and down your slit. You shudder from the overstimulation on your clit and are ready to beg again but he has no intention of toying with you. His thumb presses down on his cock until the head catches on your opening. He stares down at where you meet while beginning to push in. But his eyes catch yours after a moment, he's trying to concentrate on your face but part of his brain is focused elsewhere. You try an experimental squeeze around his cock and he groans, eyes closing for a moment, control slipping. That's probably dangerous but honestly you want him to eat you alive- not that he hasn't already eaten you.

A few more shallow strokes and he's pressed fully into you, not even moving but his thickness alone is able to press against all the good spots inside you.

"Please- I'm ready," you whine, trying and failing to grind against him with your ass so tightly squeezed in his hands.

The first drag of his hips backwards makes you both moan. He starts to roll his hips deep and slow, watching you intensely, but you can barely keep your eyes open on account of them rolling back in your head. Some unknown spot deep inside you pulses, and throbs, and aches as his cock hits it again and again.

"That's it sweetheart, like it nice and deep, yeah?"

You nod enthusiastically, tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes.

There's some sort of sounds in the room which you can't place until his hands come off of your ass, and he's shoving two fingers in your open, panting mouth.

You exclaim, or try to, but quickly give into sucking shamelessly and laving your tongue over and between his fingers. The taste of lube isn't the best, but ignorable in favor of remnants of your own slick, his cock.

"Don't mind if you bite," he growls.

He pulls out all the way, then his hips snap forward quickly and firmly, and your teeth scrape his fingers. His cock twitches and you feel precum add to the lube and slick inside you. You're jostled around for a second, his knee coming up on the bed to give him better leverage. And then he really starts to fuck you, pounding you into the mattress, head kissing your cervix at this angle, so fucking deep.

"Good girl, fuck, you must play with a lot of toys, takin' it this good."

You agree nodding your head, mumbling unsuccessfully around his fingers, wishing you could tell him how good this was, so good to just lie back and not have to deal with fucking yourself. Since you can't, you squeeze your cunt as tight as you can around him, causing him to fall on one elbow beside you with a snarled fuck. You're so close now, face directly above yours. It's far too intimate, especially starting into his captivating eyes, pupils blown wide, framed by pretty blonde eyelashes. He slides his fingers out of your mouth and reaches down to play with your clit. You throw your head back as another orgasm threatens to overtake you, but his hand pulls away.

"Not yet"

Your head tilts back and you pout. He's staring at your lips, eyelids heavy.

"Kiss me."

Both of your arms come up, one around his shoulders and the other hand cradles the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet your lips.

It's messy and it's good. Doesn't seem to matter that you have no experience when you're both too fucked out to coordinate anyway. Tongues against lips and teeth, it doesn't matter when he tastes good, kinda like you, but mostly his own.

His hand slips down to your clit again, soft pinches and rolls taking you to the precipice.

"C'mon, come on my cock, give me four, be a good girl"

"Oh- close- oh, fuck!," you gasp, sinking your teeth into his bottom lip to keep from screaming.

You inadvertently pull his hair, which you think is what causes his orgasm, slowing his thrusts, twitching cock spilling into you. The sensation is novel and your pleasure boils over. Your legs spasm, your core clenches, pleasure hits you in waves, whiting out your vision.

...

You come to with Simon nearly crushing you with his weight.

"Si you're squishing me."

"Hm?" he grunts, half asleep already.

"Roll over."

He does roll, but takes you with him and holds you tight, preventing you from extracting yourself from the bed.

"You good?" he asks.

"Yeah," you mumble into his chest.

"Lemme hold you a bit."

"It's sweaty."

"Doctor patient privileges."

"That is not what that means."

His arms only settle heavier on you, now ungloved hand rubbing your back gently.

"Shh, relax with me for a second."

Your breaths sync after a while, the slow exhales calming your hammering heart.

"Did I do good?" he asks quietly.

"Of course you did," you say, snuggling into his chest, "Five stars. Excellent beside manner. Very thorough."

"Only 'cause I had such a lovely patient. Won't be getting any referrals from me though."

"S'fine with me. Love you."

Simon gives you a long kiss on the forehead as if to say, I love you too.

...

More Simon

I do NOT consent for my works, part of my works, or my ideas to be used for ANY form of AI.

A/N: Thanks for reading the first smut I've ever posted!

[whateverwillbewilderme]

Ford f*cks you in the name of science

Word count:2085

Warnings:F/M, medical kink, medical experimentation, examination, sexual experimentation, dubious consent, internal camera, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, friends to… something, sexual inexperience, bad sexual conduct in general

You gotta love Ford really. He’s smart, kind, and handsome too. There’s lots to love about a man who loves his family and only strives to be better for the sake of them and science. But god damn can he be stupid sometimes.

“Naturally, I’ll compensate you for your help today [name],” Ford says more professionally than the situation calls for. More than it deserves actually. It’s hard to be professional when your legs are up in stirrups and the only thing shielding your crotch from being visible to Ford is a thin sheet he gave you.

“And why exactly do you need to study my vagina ford?” You ask brusquely.

“Well- not your vagina exactly, your pelvic muscles. I need to see how your muscles react to certain stimuli.” He seems to stammer a bit at the bluntness of your question. But his answer seems ‘sciencey’ enough for you to believe he has no dubious intentions.

He turns away from the janky examination chair he set up for you and grabs what could be confused for a vibrator bullet connected to a long wire from his desk. “I made this specifically for this study, using the simplistic design of a common bullet vibrator with a hidden camera!” It’s odd how proud Ford is of his little creation, holding it up like it was the newest phone that everyone would go crazy over. “I will insert this inside you to capture the movements of your vaginal canal while the stimuli is in motion.” He explains naturally, his genius mind on science-mode (as you heard Stanley call it affectionately).

“So you’re gonna make me cum to see how my body reacts from the inside?” You clarify.

“Precisely my dear!” He says, proud that you understand. “I’m sure this will be helpful in my studies of reproductive biology in anomalies in gravity falls! If I completely understand coitus from a human perspective I can use it as a basis for my hypothesis for anomaly breeding!”.

You decide that this is weird and Stanford is way too excited to do this. But he is a good friend, so you suppose you can suffer through the awkwardness of letting your best friend make you cum. “ I guess that sounds reasonable.”

“Wonderful [name]! We must get straight to this!” Of course no foreplay. Ford's hands eagerly pull the sheet covering you off quickly, leaving you to try and clench your thighs closed instinctively. The stirrups hold strong enough against your attempt though and your movements are hopeless.

Ford turns back to his desk, fiddling with the computer to turn on his insertable camera. Once making sure it works correctly, he grabs a plain bottle of lube coating the metal frame of the camera completely before turning back to you. “Now, are you ready?” He says, excited to continue his experiment. You can only nod once before the tip of the camera is pressed against your entrance. A sharp intake of air and a grunt is enough to get Ford to slow down. “Sorry- sorry- should I have been slower?” Ford asks genuinely. “Fuck yeah, Ford! No prep or nothing?” You growl, “You’re this old and you still don’t know it’ll hurt if you force something inside me?”

The lubed-up camera almost slips out of Ford's six-finger grip as you reprimand him. In his defense, he does look guilty. “I’m sorry- I’m very unaware of human women’s body behavior- I wasn’t particularly popular with women when I was younger and the aliens I came across only copulated to reproduce.” He explained. For the first time, his cheeks flush a little in embarrassment. “You- you might have to teach me how to ‘warm you up’.” He infers, unsure of how to refer to the act. A sigh escapes you as you realize this is probably gonna be longer than you wanted it to go for. “God- okay. Grab the lube again, and put that damn camera down.” You order. He follows the orders quickly, dropping his precious invention on a medical tray and returning with the bottle, looking at you eagerly waiting for the next order. “Fuck… okay now did you bring an actual vibrator or something?” You ask, ashamed that this is a conversation you have to have. “Why would I?” He says obliviously.

What.

“Ford, what were you going to use to stimulate me exactly?” You ask exasperated.

“My penis of course?” He responds as if you asked a dumb question. “This is to study breeding habits in creatures, so I need to see how you react to an actual penis, not some plastic toy that goes vroom.”

“So you were going to fuck me. You were going to fuck me and you didn’t even tell me?” Ford immediately understands how fucked that sounds.

“…”

he’s embarrassed now.

“I understand where your worry is coming from now.” He mutters.

You sigh, almost ashamed at how dumb this genius could be. “Ya know what it’s fine. Totally chill.” You say, trying to convince yourself. “Let’s just get this over with.” He only nods silently, still too ashamed to say anything else.

“Put some lube on your fingers and s-start rubbing my…” you can only gesture to your crotch, too embarrassed to fully speak out the steps. He covers his index and middle fingers with a generous amount of gel but hesitates to actually touch. He lets out a shaky breath before the pads of his sticky fingers press down on your clit, slathering some of the lubricant over the small bundle of nerves before rubbing small circles over it.

It’s a shame how unsexy this scenario is because his hands do feel really good. Or maybe it’s just been too long since you’ve been properly fucked. Your breath hitches as he caresses you gently, putting down a little more pressure when he notices your breath change. “Yeah- like that.” You choke out, trying to keep any moans from slipping past your lips. You can feel a pulse in your core, and when ford drags his fingers down your slit they come back glistening with a layer of your arousal coating them. Ford continues the motions for a few minutes, getting the hang of the movements well enough that your thighs tense around the edges of the leg rests. “You- you can try slipping a finger in. Gently.” You say, biting down on your lip. He doesn’t nod or say anything, just moving his attention to your weeping hole. His eyes are trained on the whole mess between your legs, as if creating a mental diagram of what your messy pussy looks like right now. He pushes his index finger in, slowly moving it in deeper until he’s in at the knuckle.

“Fascinating. Your muscles relax as stimulation is given, allowing for more to be inserted.” He mumbles to himself. Removing his hand, he grabs the forgotten and cold camera. “Forgive me, but I think it’s best we start using this now before we go to far ahead.” He insists. Luckily this time there’s no resistance, and it slips in easily, your walls forming around it. His eyes are trained towards the monitor showing the feedback of the camera. His fingers slip back in, now two instead of one. Clenching your eyes shut and breathing deeply, a small moan escapes past your lips as ford watches the screen, moving his fingers at a steady pace. “Good. Good. You’re clenching around them you know? Oh well I’m sure you do know, you probably feel it more than I do.” He says, mind on auto pilot.

“F-fuck…”

“Hmm? Is this affecting you now? It must be since your body is responding so strongly. You’re wet too. I knew women created their own lubrications but this is more than I expected. My fingers are soaked [name].” It’s terrible how good he sounds when he’s not even trying to talk dirty. You can’t help but let your noises out now, you’re lightheaded from keeping them in for so long. “Ah- ford- it’s just a lot-“ you try and say between cries of pleasure.

“If this is a lot how will you take my cock, hmm? Please just be good and let me continue with my studies a little longer, okay?” He asks, voice low and intimidating, but so fucking hot.

He removes his fingers and while he initially moves to wipe the slick off of it on his pants, he curiously brings them to his lips, licking off whatever juices still soaked him. “How… interesting.” He simply says. “We’ll have to do this again. I’d like to see how you react to oral stimulation next time.” He suggests, his (now clean) hands reaching to undo his belt next. Pushing down his pants and underwear In one motion his cock springs up, already hard.

Looking down at it you can’t help but be a little intimidated. Fords not exactly a small man, and his manhood isn’t either. It’s a nice and satisfying 7 inches or so and delightfully girthy. Little grey curly hairs bunch up around the base of it but it doesn’t make his cock any less attractive. Too busy ogling at his member, ford smirks as he lines himself up to your entrance. “I’m glad you like it.” He says cockily. Ford grunts as he thrusts in slowly, his inches stretching you further despite the prepping. His hands grip down onto the chair as he forces the rest of his length inside. “Fuck- i get it now. Your- so fucking tight!” He growls, leaning over you in a pure display of dominance.

“You’re squeezing me so well you know?” He rasps. his hand takes your chin and forces your gaze on the monitor. “Look. Do you see how your body reacts to me?” It’s impossible to speak right now, head to hazy to think about forming sentences right now. All you can manage to mumble out is a “uh-uh” between moans, eyes trained on the camera feed showing fords cock piston in and out of you.

A particularly harsh thrust causes the tip of fords cock so deep that it bumps against your cervix. It hurts, but the pain mixes deliciously with the immense pleasure you also feel that you decide you don’t mind. “Ford-“ you cry out, walls spasming as you cum, muscles tightening around fords cock. “There it is… that’s what I wanted to see…” he growls, watching the screen intently. Looking back down at you, ford grips down on your hips hard and thrusts faster, chasing his own high now. The change in pace makes your thighs shake, moaning wildly as he pummels into you. “See? I said you’d be compensated didn’t I? Doesn’t this feel good darling? If you like this maybe I can tempt you into joining me in some more studies. You’d like that wouldn’t you [name], always such a good friend…” he moans, getting off to his own words. “Fuck- fuck- fuck- my good little experiment-“ he moans before shoving himself in as deep as he can, burying himself in your pussy as he cums, The sudden feeling of fullness choking you. The camera view is blurred by white as he fills your pussy up, some even leaking out of you and dripping onto the chair.

A few moments pass before either of you even attempt to speak, the only sounds in the lab being pants for air. You’re disappointed when ford pulls out of you, followed by a stronger drizzle of his cum pooling out onto the table too. “Hah- thank you for your participation in this project [name].” Ford sighs, cock still twitching. You can only mutter an “Uh-huh…” as you come back down from your high. Ford turns to his computer again to turn off the camera feed, grabbing a clean towel from the medical cart beside him and turning back to you. Pulling out the camera by its cord, he tosses it onto the cart before he spends some time toweling you down.

“I enjoyed this, enjoyed you dear. For more than the science.” He admits, his eyes meeting yours. “I um- I did too ford. Did you really mean it when you said you wanted to do this again?” You ask, pulling your tired legs down from the stirrups. One of fords hands grabs one of your legs as you pull it down, then he leans in and leaves a kiss on the inside of your thigh.

“Dear… I’d love to do this again.”

[alkali1]

Fantasy Maternity Ward

It had been a relatively quiet day at the maternity ward, but all of Dr. Ixia's hope of going home on time vanished when she heard the anguished screams of the petite elven woman being carried into the delivery room by her hulking orc husband. Half-orc deliveries were almost always a drawn-out, tortuous affair, and with the three-year length of elven pregnancies, the mother would surely need a lot of time and assistance to squeeze out the 60-70 pound toddler currently cramming its way through her overdilated cervix.

The nurse briefed the goblin OBGYN on the patient's status: "She's carrying a singleton, half-orc 163 weeks pregnant, and nearly fully dilated." The doctor's eyes widened at hearing how long the pregnancy had been. Elves usually couldn't handle bearing interspecies babies the full three years, but this woman had gone severely overdue. She shuddered thinking about the sheer size of the baby, and whether her body could even stretch enough to accommodate it.

The patient was helped into the birthing bed, her feet strapped up into the stirrups. Her breasts, sagging low with milk, were pushed up into her face by the enormity of her womb, which dominated the rest of her body. From Ixia's low angle it looked like it could be the size of the rest of her combined. The elf's straining, barrel-sized belly shifted back and forth as the strong, overdeveloped child confined within writhed, desperate to be born.

The doctor reached into the patient's swollen pussy to examine her cervix. She found her to be fully dilated, with the baby's watermelon-sized and colored head battering against the elf's hopelessly tiny pelvic inlet with each desperate push.

"Huff...huff...stuUUUUUUUUUCK!" was all the poor elf could say as another contraction made her strain desperately to squeeze the colossal head through her unyielding hips. "We're going to give you a little something to help you stretch", said Dr. Ixia, loading up a syringe with a clear potion.

Ixia made three careful injections into the ligaments holding her pelvis together, one in the front and one on either side of her delicate tailbone. She wrenched the strirrups back, bringing the elven woman's feet almost parallel to her head. The patient let out a desperate scream as she reacted to the burning sensation of her pelvic ligaments stretching like taffy.

With her hips finally widened enough for her pushes to slowly start squeezing the overdue toddler downwards, the patient writhed underneath the suffocating boulder of her belly, clinging desperately to her orc husband's burly arm. Each push brought a few agonizingly slow millimeters of progress, and with it an unimaginable searing pain that made her scream and wail that her hips would split. Though this was one of the most disproportionate births she'd attended, it was nothing the veteran doctor hadn't seen before. Ixia squirted some lubricating oil into the now bulging cunt of her patient, working it in around the brow of the child to hopefully ease its passage somewhat.

After a few hours the head was just barely starting to approach the elf's bulging lips. With a sliver of green skin visible, each push made her swollen flower distend just a bit more, until it formed a sickening bulge several inches wide. Her perineum was pulled so tight that it dragged her anus open with into a teardrop shape.

Ixia sighed, realizing that the elf's hole was just too small and tight to stretch around the colossal toddler head. She gently ran her fingers around the taut rim, testing its pliability and trying to stretch it around a little more of the huge skull. There was just no way it was going to fit without splitting the poor elf wide open.

"Ready the traction forceps," Ixia said to her assistant. As the device was being assembled, she rubbed a sticky potion into the elf's vaginal lips and perineum. "This will help you stretch wide enough to deliver." she explained.

With the ointment taking effect Ixia was just barely able to wiggle the curved metal faces of the forceps into the patient's birth canal and secure them into place around either side of the head. She locked them together and hooked the apparatus up to a chain, then turned a crank to create constant pressure against her patient's stubborn cunt.

"IT'S RIPPING MEeeeeeee!" screams the poor elf, struggling to stay calm with the burning sensation in her overstretched cunt suddenly multiplying tenfold. "Calm down, you're not tearing. Just breathe and push when you feel a contraction." Privately, Ixia had her doubts. The doctor prided herself on rarely having to cut her patients, but the sheer size of the grossly overdeveloped half-breed could easily prove too large for the extra capacity provided by the stretching ointment.

Over the next three hours the elf's grotesquely stretched pussy gradually stretched around the baby's boulder-like, fused skull. The doctor periodically ratcheted up the tension, and reapplied more ointment to the patient's vulva and perineum. But just before it reached its widest point, it stopped progressing.

The red-faced elf gasped as Ixia explained that the shoulders had become stuck on her tailbone. "Brace yourself, this will be quite uncomfortable." said the doctor as she pulled on an elbow-length surgical glove.

Ixia carefully squeezed her hand into the gaping maw of the elf's rectum. She faced severe resistance from the stretching and squeezing being exerted on the hole by the massive obstruction lodged in the birth canal. Every square inch of space in the moaning patient's pelvic cavity seemed to be taken up by the baby, but finally the doctor was able to get some leverage on the shoulders.

With the next push she attempted to rotate the anterior shoulder, but it wouldn't budge. It was completely wedged against the unusually prominent bone. With a sickening pop, the fragile spur gave way. Ixia quickly withdrew her arm from the patient and provided counterpressure as the unstuck baby surged forward.

"Try to pant through the urge to push. If it comes too quickly you're going to tear yourself badly." But the agonized elven woman was far too deep into the throes of labor to resist her body's desperate signals. With the next contraction the head finally popped free from her gaping cunt with a gush of fluid. Ixia disengaged the forceps and gently guided the shoulders and torso out. With one more quick push the gigantic toddler fully emerged from the elf's blown-out birthing hole.

Ixia needed help from her assistant to lift the child onto the mother's chest. As the new parents cooed over their firstborn and the nurses cleaned him up and did their examinations, she supervised the delivery of the placenta and stitched up the shockingly minor tears in the elf's loose, swollen-purple hole.

"76 pounds 15 ounces!" announced one of the nurses after weighing the chubby newborn boy. "One of the largest I've ever delivered" thought Ixia to herself. With the ordeal largely over, the doctor advised the patient to stay on bedrest for at least six weeks while her tailbone healed and alchemically stretched body parts slowly returned to normal. Finally, hours after she expected, she could go home.