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𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐎

𝐚/𝐧 . this is my first noncon fic, I am nervous! It will be obvious I am not a medical professional, I did very little research. tagging @ofallthingsnasty. this is @t3arlikeglass ‘s writing blog 🩷

𝐭𝐰 . 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐍, 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬��𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚, ’𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬’, 𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐝𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐲

Anesthesiologist Doflamingo is a sexy mess and he knows it. He owns it. And he’s on top of the world because his practice always seems to indirectly attract the prettiest, most delicate little things such as yourself.

He is often called out for patients undergoing dental surgeries, namely wisdom teeth removals, and this is the case with you. He isn’t expecting anything special. However, upon entering the operating room he is struck by your appearance; your slumping figure, shaky hands, tortured bloodshot eyes . You look at him nervously, your lips forming an awkward half smile. Your face is bare, hair a little frazzled. You must’ve been up all night worrying about this; your first surgery, the oral surgeon says. How amusing.

As soon as the surgeon leaves and it’s his turn to prepare you to receive your anesthetic, Doflamingo slinks to your side, stopping eye level with you as you shift uncomfortably in the reclined dental chair. He doesn’t bother dragging over the stool in the corner of the stuffy room, preferring to watch you squirm at his predatory stooped form.

He takes a minute to just admire you before he says anything, letting the anticipation eat you alive.

“Never been put under before?” he asks, grinning eerily when you hurriedly nod your head, words lost on you.. Tragic little thing. He can’t resist touching you anymore, long fingers gliding down your arm, stretching it out for you, hand palm up. He drags one thick finger up your forearm before resting on the inside of your elbow, flicking it - a touch too hard for your taste - to resurface a vein suitable for injection. Nothing.

He sits up slowly, grabbing a tourniquet from a tray off to the side and ties you off, squeezing the fat of your arm harshly. You look away as he smiles, finally locating a distinct cephalic vein. “There we go.” he purrs.

He retrieves an alcohol wipe, a pleasurable chill running down his spine as he watches you flinch at the cold wetness of it dragging across your skin. “Scared of needles, sweetheart?’ he asks, hot breath fanning across the shell of your ear. The alarm in your eyes amuses him.“Just look away.” he says, a silent and ominous command. Somehow seductive. He grins at the blush creeping across your cheeks before you hurriedly look at the blindingly white wall beside you. He takes an excited, shuddering breath as he inserts the needle into your vein, watching the clear fluid rush through the tube into the puncture site.

He stares at you as you drift off a few minutes later, your eyes fluttering closed, a placid look painting your pretty face. Closed eyes signaling he finally has free reign of your body.

To ensure that he has in fact secured his treasure, he bullshits to the dental/surgeon’s assistants that you’re not responding well to the anesthesia, that your heart rate is too high, or whatever else he can pull out of his ass that will buy him enough time to have his fill.

He re-enters the operating room, finding you still dead to the world, and looms over you, practically panting and salivating. He takes his latex gloves off, and drags his hand down your supple body.Your eyes suddenly flutter open. Ah. ‘anesthesia awareness’

He refrains from letting out a maniacal laugh, licking his lips. He drags his digits up your throat and props your bottom lip open, pressing two fingers into your mouth. He moans as you circle your tongue around them and roughly shoves them down your throat until you gag. “Look at you.” he coos hoarsely letting his other hand travel south, tracing your arousal through your tight pants.

Of course, he has done this before with other patients, but he rarely gets the pleasure of toying with them while they're conscious. He knows you won’t tell, with your meek demeanor and faltering gaze. Hell, you probably won’t even be able to differentiate if what’s happening to you is reality or drug-induced psychosis.

He slips his fingers underneath the waistband of your pants, sliding them down and humming at the sight of your bare cunt. So pretty, a little smattering of hair covering the delicate mound. He straddles the dental chair and raises your legs over his shoulders, leaning down and delicately ghosting his breath over your sex, spreading your lips.

His breath hitches at the slickness of your arousal and he puts his fingers in your mouth. His other hand sneaks down, slipping into your cunt.

His fingers pump in and out of you roughly, exploring your slick, spongy walls. Your make a garbled noise, a weak protest, but he roughly grabs your chin, peering up into your eyes with a dark hunger you have never seen before reflected in anyone else’s.

“Shh.”

More like shut the fuck up

He curls his fingers, hitting your g-spot over and over again, nails digging into your sensitive canal. He can’t handle his own desire any longer, and loosens his cock from his pants, stroking his leaking phallus roughly with his free hand. A maniacal grin spreads across his face and his eyes roll to the back of his skull.

He praises you for being such a good girl, guiding one of your limp hands to his cock. He shudders at the coldness of your touch. He engulfs your face with one of his hands and chokes you with the other, cutting off your air supply. He watches in rapt attention as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Tears spill down your cheeks. Your movements on his cock stutter as you attempt to push him away sloppily with your free hand. He doesn’t let up until your eyes finally flutter closed, the vein in the middle of his forehead popping out as he spills into your hand.

Finally having gotten off, he grabs your limp hand that had been pumping his cock and licks it clean, savoring the flavor of his own spunk. He shoves your pants back on and tidies everything up. It is rather unusual for a patient to be ‘aware’ while being put under and he’s thankful for the new jackoff material. The possibility that future patients have the poalso be awake, but helpless to his touch.

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lavender-songs · 3 months

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Honestly I am unsure about what has happened that makes younger audiences specifically so unable to grasp this concept.

As long as no real people are being injured, then it is none of your business. If you disagree with something in fiction , you block the creator. You do not start a harassment campaign.

A Critical Response

TL;DR: @crybaby-ink and @chiwhorei wrote the original blog response to the call-out post as well as the thoughts below. The callout post and the discourse originating from @/usersanon was never met to inform, only to harass. Think before you join in on a hate-mob. If the dove is dead, don’t. eat. it.

In the spirit of transparency, something that the OP of the @/usersanon callout post will never give you, we are coming clean. This post is not made lightly, but hiding behind an anonymous account goes both ways. What we said in that initial post, we stand by. And we stand by it outside of anonymity. This post and the original criticism to @/usersanon’s callout post were written by @chiwhorei and @crybaby-ink

If you reblogged that original post because it scared you, worried you, or because you believed in its supposed altruistic intent, we get it. Being on the side that’s fighting the good fight and having such a perfect villain to fight against is much easier than the uncomfortable reality. That reality is that morality in fiction has no basis in real life. Fictional works and art depicting gore, violence and death do not make its viewer a cannibal, abuser or murderer. Enjoying Game of Thrones does not make you a rapist or a participant of incest. Reading Nabokov doesn’t make you a pedophile. And, even if the content makes YOU uncomfortable, engaging in fictional depictions like loli/shotacon doesn’t make someone else a pedophile.

There is a false sentiment being spread that people cannot dislike a type of content and still argue its validity, and it is insinuating that we must secretly be participating in this kind of content. If that was the case, it would be much easier for everyone to write off the critical arguments we made about @/usersanon’s first post. Who needs to listen to us if you can just brush us off as pedophiles too, right?

Now that you know who we are, we’ll say this again. Neither of us participate or engage with adult x minor content. We simply never have, either of us. But just like with any other type of content, we curate our own internet experience, block accounts we don’t want to see, and filter our tags.

The irony here is that if you reblogged the original post and put in your two cents about how a stranger online is guilty of serious crimes, you were also guilty of going to the original artist’s twitter to view the same content, right? So, going by @/usersanon’s logic (as well as everyone else who was part of their mob) that would make you complicit in the very crime you’re willing to sentence someone else with, wouldn’t it?

Some of you might be too young to understand this, or perhaps you just don’t understand the fanart tagging system that’s been around for about 2 decades now, but if the bag reads, “Dead Dove, Do Not Eat” don’t open it unless you want to see a dead fucking bird. The tag is right there for this exact purpose. It is dark, uncomfortable content. If you don’t want to see it, don’t open it.

No matter how uncomfortable it makes you, works of fiction are not and cannot be considered CSAM. Conflating these two is a dangerous path, one where actual victims are being hurt.

If there is ever a minor being harmed—a real one, not a drawing of an underage Gojo—they should talk to a parent or trusted adult about the situation. They should not be relying on keyboard warriors to solve their problems, and you should not take it upon yourself to “save them”. There are people out there who specialize in actual crimes where actual people get actually hurt. Leave it to them.

Regarding POCD: Why did we write this post together? (This is where it gets personal).

Let us start this with a resounding fuck you to @/usersanon. Fuck you for psychoanalyzing people when they are explaining a disorder that affects their actual life and for incorrectly explaining a disorder you know nothing about to the people who carry it around with them every day. Fuck you especially for comparing our post to MAPs.

POCD is one of the greatest shames in both of our lives. It is something that less than 5 people in the world, before now, know that we deal with. It was a discussion we had between ourselves that was full of emotion and relief, that finally, someone else gets it. They don’t see me as a bad person for having these thoughts.

One of the reasons the original post was anonymous was so that neither of us had to discuss that part of our OCD “on main”. It is obviously very misunderstood, and the sentiment behind this explanation was lost on a lot of people.

Contrary to the arguments made by @/usersanon, our explanation of POCD was not an excuse or justification. We have had anons in this inbox telling us that we’re explaining the disorder wrong, and that the last thing anyone with the disorder wants to see is art for fictional underage characters in sexually compromising positions, and while that is true for some, let us remind you that coping techniques that work for one person may not work for another. Complete avoidance might be what most people choose, but it doesn’t apply to 100% of the population.

“MAPs use this terminology on X in the same form user @/critical-thoughts is using to make their argument.”

Reading someone’s genuine concern for the blurred lines of fiction and reality, explaining how it affects them personally, and then comparing them to the thing they’ve said they're most afraid of becoming? That is truly evil. This isn’t high school debate. This isn’t about reading someone’s argument and finding any way to rebut it. This is the real life experiences of real life people.

Whether it’s someone telling you about the effect DC debates like this have on their intrusive thoughts, or someone telling you that their lived experiences have drawn them to seek out/engage in a certain type of DC— you don’t seem to be listening. Instead of taking in this info and thinking critically, you lashed out. That doesn’t seem like a “post only meant to inform”. It just sounds like another call-out post meant to incite anger and hatred.

The point we were trying to make by bringing up POCD at all was not to justify the actions of real predators who may or may not have the disorder. And, for the record, we also never claimed that the individual originally targeted had the disorder. We brought it up as something to consider and to prove that one’s thoughts are not their actions. You can have a thought, and you can explore it, create from it, and it does not make you a bad person. It does not make you a criminal.

Assaulting a real person in real life makes you a bad person. Talking over real victims and telling them that they’re wrong or on the same side as their abusers makes you a bad person. Making an inflammatory post that is guaranteed to rally up a mob and using it to call people out by name while throwing serious, life-ruining allegations around makes you a bad person.

@/usersanon has said repeatedly that their post was to inform and raise awareness about an individual, but all it has done is incite rage and encourage a hate-mob to go after not only that person but countless others who have disagreed with them. Their post was never meant to inform. It was meant to carry out a vendetta against someone and tarnish reputations. Nothing good came out of their post. There is not a single positive effect. It has only served to upset and even trigger other community members, all behind an anonymous mask.

We are asking everyone to think longer and harder in the future. What are you upset about? Why are you upset about it? Does the situation warrant action be taken, and if so, what kind?

Nothing that takes place on tumblr is worth death threats or suicide bait, and you cannot slap a label as serious as “pedophile” on someone for consuming dark art of fictional characters. You are blurring the lines between fiction and reality which is, by definition, delusional behavior.

#discourse

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