#surgical kink

[priimespecimen]

[swellsandmoans]

Dragging a newly minted transmasc into a makeshift basement hospital room to give him the top surgery he’s been desperately whining about on his social media vent accounts. He might need a bit of… chemical persuasion, but he understands I ultimately just want what’s best for him. It’s for the good of his psychological welfare. He’ll have to learn to assert himself and stop having such delicate sensibilities eventually.

What do you mean “Let you go”? I thought you said you wanted top surgery? People don’t fake that kind of thing, after all. I know what you really want, deep down. You want a flat chest - you know real men don’t have tits like that. Don’t be so fickle.

Now be a man and stop your sniveling. You shouldn’t need much more than my hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. Quit your crying and squirming unless you want your hands tied to the gurney. If you’re a good enough boy for me while I work up top, I might let you go under when we get to work on bottom surgery. Just try not to ruin the sheets. I hate having to wash them again. Now shut it with all those little whimpers and groans. You’re lucky I’m willing to take a chance on you.

[hawkmothpup]

thinking of getting a meatotomy.. imagining how fingerable my cock would be hrnghh <3

[godspeedviper]

Anesthesia - Martin Whitly kinktober (+18)

𖤐 Kinktober Prompt: Surgery

𖤐 Synopsis: In captivity, Martin Whitly reminisces on his various surgical procedures, both legal and illegal

𖤐 Word Count: 394

𖤐 Rating: Mature || Dead Dove Do Not Eat || Canon Typical Gore

It all began with curiosity, sweet innocent curiosity. He wanted to know what was inside, he wanted to see how everything worked and fit together, like a puzzle. What Martin Whitly never expected was to fall in love with the process. He will never forget the first time he cut into a living person as a young resident. Sure, he was only making a first incision under direct supervision, but for Martin that was his first taste of true power. Martin closed his eyes and envisioned himself back into that moment. His gloved left hand rested atop the bare skin of his patient, while his right held the scalpel. He sighed as he watched the first drop of blood sprouted from the incision, lazily flowing out from the body like a lover’s soft moan escaping their lips, egging him on, consenting to more. 

  The scalpel cut right through layers of soft buttery adipose, revealing smooth muscle. From this perspective, he was no longer limited by the superficial vapidity of his gaze, every body type was beautiful under the knife. This transformed every procedure into an intimate affair, regardless of his patient’s gender or sexual orientation. Under anesthesia, everyone was his type. 

  Martin let out a long languid sigh as he pictured his hands working open the wound, placing forceps like spreader bars on the body to keep his victim open, wanton, and receptive. His cock twitched at the thought of reaching into a victim and touching them in ways more intimate than anyone else was capable of. Each organ had their own unique texture, thickness, and feel to it, but ultimately they all felt hot in his grasp, throbbing 

                                                �� Pulsing.

  Bloody.

  He spent the rest of the night in his cell, working himself up over vivid memories of every procedure he’s ever performed. The warm feeling of blood squirting onto his chest

                    His face,

                                     His arms. 

  And, like a true gentleman, Martin always made sure to stitch them back up with care. Every corpse and living patient alike. Nimble fingers threading through delicate skin with care. Sure, he had been caught in the end, but no one could ever take away his memories. No governing body could ever erase the scars he left behind, emotional and physical. Like a possessive lover, his procedures always left a mark, and that was true power, true bliss. 

Ao3 || Kinktober List || Ko-Fi

[deepwoundvivisection]

I wanna be surgically dissected but not even in a sexy way, I just want the surgeon to really enjoy himself. you understand.

[phyrexian-phucker]

imagery consuming my mind tonight: segmented metal tendrils squirming into wet holes and/or surgical incisions.

[longhardtransitionreturns]

Author's note: This is birth and medical fiction. It's all fake, just a fantasy. Of course I don't want this to happen to me or anyone in real life.

I'd like to have a high risk twin pregnancy. The type where I have to fight my obstetrician to let me try to give birth vaginally and then they try to insist I have an epidural so they can cut into me without delay if something goes wrong. I'll finally get them to agree to let me try it natural if I am invasively monitored throughout and I understand I'm going under general anesthesia the second things go south.

When the day comes for me to be induced, I change into a hospital gown & follow nurses instructions as they put IV ports in both of my wrists. I'm catheterized -- a situation that isn't made any more pleasant by the twinges already squeezing my middle -- and by the time I'm being strapped into the stirrups for the doctor to swipe my membranes, I'm so trussed up I can barely move.

It's my first pregnancy & I didn't expect it to hurt so much just to be pregnant. My hips have been sore practically the whole nine months, in part because of how heavy and low I am carrying the twins. Baby A practically lodged himself between my hips last week and the pressure has been slowly increasing. My breasts are cumbersome and it's painful to even feel the hospital gown brush against my areolas. By the time the doctor is settling between my legs to start my labor, I'm eager to face whatever delivery holds for me to make this pregnancy end.

I'm singing a whole different tune 16 hours later. Or rather, screaming one at the top of my lungs. I am in the throes of transition and suffering the pinnacle of a truly agonizing labor. Baby A is posterior and the pain in my back has me at the edge of my sanity, especially now that the contractions are lasting for 90 seconds, with barely a minute in between.

I'm incoherent at this point. I'm in so much pain I'm only able to think about surviving the second I am living. I'm minimally aware when the nurses move my aching body back into the stirrups so I can push my son into the world. I bear down at their direction and it feels like my ass is gonna bust when his head plunges down.

What actually happens is his precious posterior facial features lodge against my clit as a desperate push shoves him just past crowning and my poor little nub starts to sting. It feels like it's being ripped off and I'm humiliated to find I'm begging my doctor to save my clitoris while I'm straining a massive baby out of me.

I don't know how long I howl a about the pain in my clitoris but the next thing I know the doctor is roughly pulling the shoulders and then the body out of my hole, tearing me more in the process.

I'm aware that my aching canal is empty for the moment. I don't realize I am gaped so badly my asshole is almost inverted. It stings something fierce as birth fluids continue to pour out of my loose, sopping cunt. I start to cry when I realize I am still going to have to push Baby B through my ruined pussy.

I drift in and out of consciousness, occasionally aware of the sharp stab of a contraction. I wake fully to a nurse tapping my cheek to see if I've passed out. When I force my eyes open, she informs me Baby B isn't face down anymore and the doctor is about to perform an internal version. She tells me to brace myself because it will be uncomfortable.

I didn't fully realize the medical actuality of an internal version was for a grown man to stick his entire grown man hand through my cervix and into my uterus. I'm in such utter agony I barely register that the nurses are holding me down by my arms and where my thighs are not strapped to the stirrups. I am experiencing the most pain I have experienced up to this point in my life and it seems to last forever.

I never stop screaming, even when they put a mask pumping gas over my face to try to give me some relief, but the tenor of my yell changes when something shifts and then I feel something rip deep inside of me.

Suddenly all the pain that has come before pales in comparison to what I am suddenly feeling in my abdomen. It is indescribable burning combined with a sudden sense of dread that takes over my body. I am 100% certain that my reproductive organs just gave way with my daughter trapped inside me and I am going to die if something isn't done very, very soon.

It must only be minutes, maybe not even that long, that I lay there while the medical team catches up to the realization that me and my baby are in mortal danger. Time slows down and I feel the rip in my uterus expanding as the contractions, one on top of another now, injure me more by the second. Despite no medical knowledge, I know instinctively that the renewed flood out of my pussy is blood and I am hemorrhaging, possibly to death.

I am utterly helpless now. Strapped down in stirrups, paralyzed by pain, my strength seeping from me as fast as the blood flowing between my legs. I faintly register the monitors start to alarm as I lose the battle with consciousness and my world goes dark.

*******

I wake up groggy and disoriented on a stretcher being wheeled somewhere. I immediately start to panic because there is a tube down my throat and I am really, brutally aware of a long, deep vertical incision that extends from above my belly button down to my public bone. I swear I can feel the layers upon layers they sliced through to deliver my baby. I won't know until later about the battle the surgeons waged, first to save my life and then to save my fertility.

Right now I am only aware of how much it hurts to be jostled on a stretcher with a massive cut down my middle. When the two male nurses move me into the bed, I plead for unconsciousness as my body is roughly transferred to a bed. My tailbone hits the mattress and reverberates in the form of a sharp pain through my pussy. I've still got a catheter and I feel like every inch down there has been stitched up.

I hope one of these nurses will realize I am aware and therefore in indescribable pain but it seems like the paralytic they gave me before intubating me is the only drug of the cocktail still in effect. I suffer as they lift my hips and put a pillow under my butt. Then they start taking off my hospital gown completely.

My confusion quickly turns to fear as one gloved hand on each side grabs one of my fat titties and starts tugging. Breast pumps are whipped out and the men make quick work of shoving as much of my massive milkers in to each before turning them on simultaneously.

My uterus, even after the brutal surgical repair, still tries to respond to my milk suddenly dropping. The pain of contracting after uterine repair and a cesarean combined with the sudden gush of warm pressure on my aching tits brings tears to my eyes. I must be a strange sight: intubated and naked, massive breasts attached to pumps, with my deflated belly sporting a huge incision hanging above a pussy so bruised and stitched it looks entirely purple.

The elder nurse pats my naked thigh just before he makes to leave. It jostles everything and our eyes meet as I wince at the pain it causes me. A chill runs through my body as I realize he knows I am awake and feeling way more than I should be.

He looks at me the entire time he lubes his gloved fist, a sinister smile on his face. He settles between my legs and pauses to look up at me again.

"I bet you wish you'd had that epidural, huh, dear?"

My vision goes white as I feel his whole fist plunge into my pussy with a force absolutely intended to cause me a fatal amount of pain. My vision goes white and I feel pressure building in my chest as the stitches holding my cervix together start ripping. The last thought I have before I go into cardiac arrest is how I don't want to my last memory to be of being brutally fisted in my obliterated, post-birth pussy while my heart explodes in my chest.

[xpupslxtx]

my tail finally arrived and i was wearing it and laying over his lap while he pet me and fingered me while telling me what a cute and good puppy i am oh my goddddddd

[priimespecimen]

Intro =‘,: }

I’m gonna go by Pal

I made this blog because I’m tormented by a yearning for the grotesque and bizarre

And if I don’t talk about it somewhere the words inside my head might rot and get me sick

Some info about me:

- I’m an adult, this is an 18+ nsfw blog

- My intentions are to talk about graphic, taboo, strange, uncomfortable things

- I am inexperienced at socialization online, but happy to talk with anyone about almost anything

- My body is inhabited by 2 people; I do not claim any diagnosis for this experience it is simply my reality

- A few things I like: blood, latex, leather, warehouses, masks, steel, the cold, shitty underground horror, chocolate, cats

I’m just here to avoid saying this stuff in front of people I know, so, come and go as you please. Have a beautiful day

[swellsandmoans]

it's going to hurt, i promise you that, but it's necessary if you're going to become a man. the rest of you is still too soft and weak, but we'll take care of that later. i think you'll be surprised by how easy it really is once you accept it.

the shots are just the first step to helping you be a man. a real man. you've already got the parts of you that make you want to be one. but we need to fix them up. with every T shot you're given, you get hungrier, hairier, sweatier. you'll start to grow a beard, too, just like my first boy did when he was growing into his body. fat starts going to your belly instead of your hips and ass. you can hear how your voice deepens gradually in the animalistic noises you make behind the gag in your mouth. you get stronger and i have to switch out your restraints for something heavier when you struggle too hard a few months in.

you get bigger down there, too. you're still fucking tiny, but at least now i can see it when you get hard. you'll feel yourself getting harder each time. i'm not gonna tell you that you won't like it, because i know how you really are inside. before long there will be enough growth to warrant me putting a pump on that pathetic little thing you're calling a dick. you really don't understand what you're missing; no amount of begging is gonna change my mind. i don't care whether you like it, or if it hurts. you'll be able to feel your tdick getting hard and swollen while your whole body is straining against the ropes, struggling to be freed from their bindings. you just have to learn to handle the pain, just like all men do.

don't ever say i didn't try to help you out. i want the best for you, don't forget that.

[hellbraiserart]

Where I End and You Begin

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Another Red Rabbit character, Quincy. A disgraced surgeon and extreme masochist. I haven't sat down and designed his tattoos yet but you bet hes got em

[amiharana]

what do you guys think revali and link's love languages are?

for revali, it's absolutely words of affirmation but i'd also like to propose quality time as his "secret" love language. nobody wouldn't expect this stuck up birdie to be a sucker for doing things like flying together or napping in a hammock together, but once you think about it more, it makes more sense. and revali's arrogance and irritation are significantly quelled after getting back from a training session at the flight range or fishing in the hebra plunge with link.

for link, it's most certainly physical touch and i propose his "secret" one as acts of service. i love the headcanon that rito "kiss" by pressing their foreheads together and nuzzling each other or whatever, but i think link is the #1 rito kiss enthusiast. at this point, everyone in rito village has seen link on his tiptoes cupping revali's face in his teeny little hylian hands to initiate a rito kiss and revali's squawking and complaining, but ultimately returns the gesture much to link's delight.

i love the idea of revali braiding and doing hair maintenance on link as part of their nightly routine, or link looking for his weapons because where the fuck did they go until he finds revali in their shared roost, polishing his shields and retying his bow strings, all of his quivers fully stocked of regular and elemental arrows. revali is still quite bristly and blunt, so he's all mumbling embarrassed at being caught doing something sweet for his mate like, "it's incredibly dumbfounding that they still call you the hero of hyrule when your idea of weapon maintenance is sliding your blades against a rock like a bokoblin" or "i see now why you go through bows within a moon as quickly as you eat. you aren't changing your bow strings out and you're just using them until they snap! were i any less disturbingly infatuated with you, i'd dissolve our coupling for such atrocious behaviors." link just smiles at him, fond and warm, and any irritation revali feels dissipates into the air as he returns to the weapons, his feathers ruffling and muttering under his breath.

oop. now i feel like writing fic for this. 😳

[digenerate-trash]

I might be absolutely deranged for this but I think that surgery is the peek of intimacy. like someone being inside of you and literally having their life in your hands. they see the grossest parts of you and they don't shy away. being so close that they can smell your blood. being so gentle with you while they root around in your organs. I'm just.... weak...

[deepwoundvivisection]

source- about.surgical on instagram

[longhardtransitionreturns]

Author's note: This is birth and medical fetish fiction. It's all fake. Of course I don't want this to happen to me or anyone in real life.

It all happened so fast. One minute I'm up in the stirrups pushing my baby out and the next I'm flat on my back on a stretcher being rushed to the OR. My legs are bent at the knee and my baby's massive head is laying between my thighs in a puddle of blood.

Being moved like this, still conscious with a baby hanging out of me, is excruciating. I ripped badly when the head came out and my clitoris was almost entirely severed. I've got fourth degree tears through my rectum and, though I don't know it yet, my ureter is so badly damaged I'm going to be peeing through a catheter for a while.

I don't know why no one thinks to give me something for the pain but I'm unfortunately still awake when they transfer me from the stretcher to the operating table. My scream as my butt hits the table and the head between my legs is jostled jolts someone back to reality and finally the nurse grants me mercy and pushes the drugs to knock me out through my IV.

Minutes after intubating me, they have me back in stirrups and the doctor performs a long midline incision for quick access to my womb. My tits jiggle lewdly as they push my baby's massive head back up through my ruined pussy and out the bleeding, sucking hole in my stomach. It takes two hours to repair my vaginal and rectal injuries and close my abdomen.

When I wake up in recovery I've still got a tube down my throat, my arms are tied to the arms of the hospital bed, and I'm in agony. It feels like I've been flayed alive and that someone cut my genitals off.

The nurse notices I'm awake and pats my hand soothingly. "It’s ok, honey, you've got an epidural. Just relax and let yourself start to heal."

I'm still paralyzed from the anesthesia and the tube in my throat keeps me from saying anything anyway but the epidural is working about as well as it did during my birth. Which is to say, not at all.

All I can do is close my eyes and pray I pass out from the pain.

[feralthembo]

Tumblr: "I see you've been browsing porn blogs, would you like some PREGNANCY KINK ART?????"

Me, crying and dysphoric: "not particularly no"