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digenerate-trash · 4 months

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Mandatory (forced) therapy session with Harper where he gets you to admit how pent up you are (unknowingly from the aphrodisiacs he prescribed you) and fucks you like it’s a kindness from him

(I love love love Harper. id fuck him even if I wasn't drugged to hell.)

AMAB harper | GN pc

Weeks of planning had led up to this. Literally weeks. You had been so stubborn and difficult always whining about this town and its problems insisting you didn't want any of the attention you were constantly showered with. Harper could tell that was a lie. Or at least a half-truth

So Harper had prescribed you something. Just a little pill to make you relax. Make you more open to receiving attention. But you were still so stubborn.

He used the dosage but you still resisted. You had to be pent up to hell by now and Harper was getting impatient with you.

But today you were off. As you sat across from him and squirmed on the cold exam table. he could tell that today was the day it all came crashing down.

So he took his time. He sat across from you and thumbed through his notes carefully. Every time you tried to speak he held his finger up and motioned for you to wait. Every twitch squirm and whine he caught out of the corner of his eye and made him smirk to himself.

You desperately tried to rub the blush from your cheeks as you waited for your doctor to address you. You needed help. You came to him for help. To lower your anxiety about this town and its issues and instead, it seems that things have only gotten steadily worse.

"Now. What do you need today?" harper asks as he looks you over. As if it isn't obvious what's wrong with you.

Now that's the hard part. You need new meds- that's for sure but for now, you would like him to deal with the heat that's been building in your core for weeks. Leaving you sleepless and needy. But how are you supposed to ask for that?

"I need..." you trail off but Harper holds the silence waiting for you to admit it. He needs you to say it so he can keep his doctor's facade. He needs you to admit what you want so he can keep pretending he's not the one who pushed you this far. That it's not his fault you're so desperate.

You reach over and grab his coat your hands are shaking a bit as you pull on it. "P-please?" You ask looking up at him with big eyes. Harper's heart skips a beat and he presses a gloved hand to yours threatening to push you away.

"'Please' what? I can't help someone that's not straightforward with me-" Harper says. But you can feel his breathing pick up. He's grinning at you. It's a game now. He wants you to admit that you want him. Otherwise, he'll leave you on your own.

Neither of you budges unwilling to make the first move. But it gets too much for you. And you lean in to kiss Harper. He seems delighted as he pushes you back against the exam table he's grinning as he shakes his head at you.

"This is terrible behavior on your part-" he mocks as he pins your arms down to your sides. "But I guess. If you have no one else to go to for your issues I can help you out. I am a doctor after all. And I'm nothing if not generous."

It's not quite as funny to you as you press your body into harpers and whining louder. Harper covers your mouth with his hand pressing you down more into the table.

He pulls at your clothes eagerly as he is even more desperate to get at you He might tear up as he presses another kiss to your lips pressing his tongue in. You give in as he toys with you you're nothing more than a doll for him to play with.

You're so got and pent up and whiney that your climax comes fast. Harper looks down at the mess you've made of his gloves and chuckles a bit before removing them with his teeth.

"That's just the first part of your treatment."

#Tw Malpractice #Tw Dubcon #Tw Doctors #harper the doctor #yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #yandere tropes #x reader #gn reader

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letstalktea · 5 months

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Content: GN!Alpha!Harper x GN!Omega!Reader, doctor and patient are both playing a game here, dildo, fingering, Harper has many thoughts

Note: Blame Pip. I saw Harper and omega in the same sentence, blacked out, and this fic was written.

Word Count: 2.5k

“And what's the nature of your visit today?” Harper asked as they wiggled the mouse of their computer to awaken the screen and pull up your file.

You squirmed in your seat, shifting back and forth in such a way that they knew the fabric of your underwear must have been rubbing against your hole. “My suppressants aren't working.”

“Again?” They feigned shock, but they could tell. Your sweet, submissive scent was flooding their office and it took all of their self-control and barely maintained professionalism not to flip you onto the nearby examination table and hump your leaking hole until they had you thoroughly bred. Clearly they needed to replace their suppressants as much as you did. “I distinctly recall informing you that you were likely suppressant resistant several visits ago so you could be aware and take the proper steps to manage yourself before it became severe enough to visit.”

They typed your reason for visiting into the notes section of your profile, glancing at you only briefly to enjoy the sight of you trying to stop yourself from grinding down against the chair where you sat.

“How long since the start of your current cycle?” Harper asked.

“Two days.”

They typed your answer before continuing to ask more questions. “Have you had sex with anyone in those two days?”

They watched you closely. They way you bit the inside of your lip told them the answer wasn't affirmative and that you were hesitant to divulge such information.

“We've had this conversation before. If your suppressants aren't working, you should find an alpha to help ease your symptoms.” That is, an alpha who was willing to fuck your desperate hole and flood your body with enough cum to reset your brain and hormones.

“I don’t…” you muttered, “I don’t have an alpha I trust like that.”

“None?”

“The only person I trust is a beta, but… I don’t like them like that.”

“Attraction is irrelevant when it comes to a single sexual encounter for the sake of managing your symptoms.” They sighed as they leaned back in their chair. They took the glasses off of their face and held the bridge of their nose in exasperation. “But you’re right. Even if you were to sleep with a beta, it wouldn’t produce the right endorphins and your symptoms would only worsen. That won’t be sufficient.”

“Can't we change my suppressants instead? Or up the dosage on my current ones?”

They raised an eyebrow before putting their glasses back on their face and changing which section of your profile they were viewing. They turned the screen around so you could see the laundry list of medications and shots you'd taken over the years to try and manage your heats. Each one with a corresponding note about how long it had lasted and why you had been taken off of it; tolerances, unforeseen side effects, ineffectiveness, the list went on.

“We're running out of alternative options for you to try.”

You looked uncomfortable as you fidgeted in your seat, clearly still rubbing yourself against the hard plastic more noticeably than earlier. “Isn’t there anything we can do?”

Your scent had spread through the entire office, clinging onto every surface and waving the promise of a warm, wet hole at any alpha who would happen to catch your fancy (or any whose fancy you caught by mistake). Their fingers were practically twitching as the instincts in the back of their head growled to claim the omega seated in front of them; rip your clothing to shreds and leave you spread on the floor with their cum dripping out of your bite-ridden body. Their suppressants prevented them from entering rut, but that did not make them sexless. They could still appreciate the aroma of an omega flaunting their heat.

“There is one other method we could try,” they said, trying to hide the thin smile creeping across their face.”It was used some time ago and has fallen out of favor since the introduction of suppressants and medication, but it may be the best option for you.”

Your eyes lit up and Harper had to swallow the drool pooling in their throat.

“Some time ago, doctors used to personally see to omega in heat and help them find relief.” That was to say, an omega in heat would strip down and spread their legs so they could be touched and fondled until their libido calmed down. “That method may work for you since everything else has failed.”

They didn't fail to notice the flicker in your eyes, though they couldn't identify what emotion it was you were experiencing. “Are you sure?”

“We can only try.”

They stood from their seat and sauntered over to the box where gowns were kept, pulling one out and handing it to you. “Remove all of your clothing, change into this, then take a seat on the examination table. I need to grab something to help with your treatment then I'll return.”

Harper walked out of the room before you even stood from the chair.

You stared at the gown in your hands. Cheap blue fabric that felt more like plastic than cloth and looked like a backwards robe. You removed your clothing, taking special care as you peeled the drenched fabric of your underwear away from your hole. You placed your clothing on the chair where you’d been sitting, placing the damp underwear on top before slipping your arms through the holes of the gown and struggling to tie the strings in the back before giving up after the first one.

With your new dressings, you finally took a seat on the examination table. A mild chill ran up your spine as your skin made contact with the cold surface, but you slowly eased into the spot.

Then, you waited.

By the time Harper came back into the office, you had started to worry that they’d given up on you and were trying to think of ways to tell you that your case was hopeless. Instead, they came in with a small bag in their hands that they sat on the floor beside the examination table before rolling their seat over to you.

They didn’t sit just yet. Instead, they bent down to reach into the bag before handing you some kind of handkerchief. “This has been doused in alpha pheromone. You may find it alieving during your treatment.”

You took the cloth from their hand, staring at it before looking back to them. “What do I do with it?”

“Generally, omega used to find comfort in huffing it, but I don’t think it matters what you choose to do with it.” They finally took a seat and settled at the foot of the table. As they gave their next directions, they began to slip on a set of purple gloves. “Lie back, bend your knees, and spread your legs.”

Your face felt hot at their request. “Really?”

They looked up at you impassively. “It’s part of the treatment.”

So, you did as they said. You lied back, bent your knees, and spread your legs wide enough that you could feel the cool air of the conditioner blow across your exposed hole. You also knew that Harper was looking at you, staring at how much slick was leaking out without having been touched, all because of your heat. You couldn’t see them, but you knew they were there.

The handkerchief still in your hand made you curious. They said it was used by omega for relief, but you couldn’t imagine how. Tentatively, you brought it under your nose and gave a small sniff. Immediately, something inside of you, something you didn't even know was there, snapped.

Harper couldn’t see your face any more easily than you could see theirs, but they knew by the sound of your sniffing that you had finally used the cloth. They could also tell what kind of effect it was having on your body by the way your hole began to gush in front of them.

Such a good little omega. You made them glad that they'd taken the time to cum on that handkerchief before handing it to you. Now they could enjoy the fact that you were inhaling their scent like a drug while they were stuck satisfying your heat without any relief for themselves.

How had you managed to make their office smell even more like you than it already had? Now it smelled of you and sex. Not the act of sex, but the desire for it.

They dragged a single gloved finger through the slick dripping down your thighs. The small surprised jolt you made before settling down again caught them off guard, but they weren't deterred from moving their fingers to press against your hole. You were already so wet that they faced little resistance as they pushed them in to the first knuckle.

“Alpha?” You cried out, voice muffled by the handkerchief that you had pressed tightly against your face.

“Stay calm. I'm only doing the preparations.”

Those words weren't for you. Harper had to remind themselves that you were their patient in this moment. Even though you were a dumb omega that had flaunted your heat and inviting hole directly in front of them, it was their job to cure you. Although, the thought of leaving you to suffer through it until you went mad was equally appealing. Maybe you'd go hysterical and they could commit you to their waiting embrace. It was something to consider.

For now, however, they were left salivating at the sight of your body swallowing up the second finger they slipped beside the first. Such a good omega, accepting them so easily.

They pretended to ignore the small whimpers you made as they pulled their fingers out so they could reach down into the bag on the floor. Instead, they tried to focus on what kinds of sounds you'd make once you realized what kind of treatment you were really getting.

You were still huffing the cloth that smelled strongly of alpha when Harper began to pull their fingers away. Your body chased after them, lifting and rolling back to try and plunge them back inside. Unfortunately, you weren't lying at the right angle to succeed, so all you could do was continue to lie there and indulge in the scent of alpha flooding your head.

Your poor hole felt lonely and neglected in the time before Harper returned. This time, however, it wasn't their fingers pushing into you. It was something much thicker, smoother, colder than their fingers, and it was prying your hole open one inch at a time until it couldn't go any deeper. Then, they began to pull it out halfway before pushing it in again. The pace was slow and rhythmic as the object slid in and out of your hole, guided by Harper's steady hand.

And what a greedy hole you had. It opened up and accepted the phallus so easily. Harper barely needed to coax your body more than the basic prep required. Clearly, you had been suffering during your heat if you needed to be fucked so badly that you accepted the first dick offered to you. Given enough time, maybe you could be convinced to finally allow yourself to be touched and fondled by any alpha that liked your sweet smell and then share all the vivid details of your entanglements at your appointments.

They couldn't help but notice the quiet grunts and groans you made as they fucked you with the toy in their hand, nor could they ignore how you were starting to hump against it.

“Alpha… alpha…” You muttered from behind the cloth soaked in their scent.

“That's right. Just think of me as your alpha,” they said, trying to ignore how turned on they were by the thought of you calling out for them.

They wanted to see your face, to see what pleasure looked like when you were in its midst. They wanted to yank the toy they were using out of you and replace it with their own dick. They wanted to be enveloped by your warm walls and greedy hole until your cry for an alpha was replaced with their name and your body couldn't calm down without them. They wanted to cum so deep inside of you, empty so much that it would distend your belly and show them what you'd look like once their seed managed to catch and you grew a child inside. They wanted to grab you by the neck and bite down until their mark was impeded into your very DNA.

But they shook those thoughts off, chalking them up to instinct rather than rational thought.

Their only involvement in this treatment was to endure the sweet scent of your desperate hole while ensuring you came for– because of them.

“More! Alpha! Fuck me more!” You screamed as they watched your hole clench down around the toy.

A stray thought slipped out subconsciously before they could contain it. “Are you about to cum? What a good little omega.”

The screech that came out of your mouth as they slammed the dildo to the base inside of you was like its own siren song; arousal and satisfaction made into its own sound as you came so violently around the toy that you managed to squeeze it out and let it fall to the floor despite how deeply they'd lodged it.

Again, Harper had to push the effectiveness of their own suppressants to their limits, pushing aside the way they were starting to strain against their stacks. It wouldn't be right of them to lap up the arousal still dripping from your recently abused hole and caked across your inner thighs.

They let you lie there in silence for a few moments longer to catch your breath and so they could calm themselves down. It felt like hours passed in the small office, staring between your legs and drowning in a scent so powerful that it pushed all their rationality aside.

“How do you feel?” Harper finally asked once they were no longer comfortable with the silence.

You sat up slowly. “Better.”

They removed their gloves. “And your heat?”

You paused, seeming to take account of yourself before answering. “I feel like it's calmed down.”

“Then I believe we can say the treatment was a success.” They rolled back in their chair to the computer, wiggling the mouse and typing something into your file. “Unfortunately, this form of treatment is only temporary. I would like to see you again next week to continue it.”

My omega.

“Really?”

“It's best for your health, since suppressants don't work to control your heat. As I said, this method is much older, but it appears to be effective at the moment.”

You seemed to turn their recommendation over in your head a few times before nodding in agreement. “I understand.”

“If we find an alternative method that proves to be more efficient, we can switch to that later.”

Not that they would be looking for one.

“Whatever you think is best, since suppressants aren't working.”

Although, maybe they would if you bothered to take them in the first place.

#h2ho #a cool drink of water #degrees of lewdity #harper the doctor #tw a/b/o #tw doctors

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writingquestionsanswered · 6 months

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i'm making a story with secret superpowered government test subjects, as one does, but i find myself stumped on what my characters (both the scientists and the test subjects in question) would wear—especially the test subject characters. all i can think of are hospital gowns, but there has to be more i can dress them up in, right?

Medical Facility Clothing

Well, the reason lab coats, scrubs, and hospital gowns are the bog standard choice for medical facilities is because they're practical. Lab coats can be worn over normal office wear, but are reasonably non-restrictive and provide protection from spills, chemicals, etc. Likewise, scrubs are non-restrictive while protecting against bodily fluids and other spills, and can be easily taken off and washed if they become contaminated. Hospital gowns offer easy access to areas of the body that may need to be accessed for exams, injections, procedures, and other tests. Having said that, I think you can put your characters in whatever you want if you make it make sense. Try Googling alternatives to these usual choices and see if anything comes up. :)

#tw medical #tw hospital #tw doctors #wqaadvice

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aghostnamedcalamity · 1 month

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Will Benji really become a doctor when he grows up? I think even Mordecai can confirm that he has potential. 😁

He does indeed! He’s got his Aunt Rosie’s personality and Mordecai’s smarts. Overall, he’s very responsible and caring! Only after the death of his mostly-absent mother does he briefly struggle, having a hard time dealing with the complex emotions that brought on and subsequently getting caught up with the wrong crowd as a freshman in college. But Mordecai does manage to step up to the situation and Benjamin got back on his feet, afterward excelling in his schooling and eventually becoming a doctor at Barnes Hospital. He’s a natural caregiver! Consider it the universe trying to even out all the trouble Mordecai caused in his youth.

#lackadaisy #tracy butler #lackadaisy cats #lackadaisy fanart #boozecats #lackadaisy mordecai #lackadaisy oc #mordecai lackadaisy #mordecai heller #Benjamin Heller #tw death #tw hospital #tw doctors #Benjamin #My Art #The Sleep That You’ve Craved

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real-godzekiel · 6 days

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#regretevator #regretevator fanart #regretevator art #regretevator drretro #drretro #the pen is greater than the sword #tw doctors #tw medical

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chronicallyuniconic · 17 days

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I remember saying phrases like:

"I'm getting worse"

"I'm declining and that's not typical of my diagnosis"

"I'm in more pain"

"I'm more exhausted"

"I'm not getting any better"

"this medication isn't helping"

"I'm struggling with my balance & coordination"

"I get weakness in my limbs"

"I now need help for daily tasks"

"my lymph nodes are swollen"

"I'm asking for help and noone is doing anything"

"can I please have an MRI or more tests done"

But they didn't listen. They either didn't think it was enough to warrant looking at, they didn't care, saw me as a hypochondriac, whatever it was I don't fucking care. They didn't listen.

And now my brain is fucked. FUCKED.

Lesions aplenty. I've started to notice the decline coming faster, my short term memory is gone (past 3 years), it will take me 5 to 10 tries to remember a word and even then I might have to describe it instead, because I can't remember the word, I'm reading family members names like I don't know who the hell they are, I'm more exhausted than ever before, physically and mentally, the head pain is constant, either low level or at it's max, it's always there, my eyes hurt, to touch to blink, to exist, my hairs falling out, I have all sorts of lumps and bumps in my skin attributed to MCAS, it's simply non stop.

I have cried, begged, screamed, persistently asked for help, been extra extra extra polite thinking I'd get somewhere with that, I've consistently told them the (God's) honest truth, and been turned away, diminished, manipulated into believing it's something else like anxiety, that I'm just a headcase.

It's as if when I ask for help, they think it's just for that day, as if im only experiencing those symptoms, when I dare to complain about them, to them.

We're led to believe they can help. They can, but they'll decide if, when, how, why. We're told they can help us. They can, but they don't listen and think it's an exaggeration.

I remember when I asked for help. The doctors face. The words of denial I received. The disdainful look, like I was making it up. The blame they put on me, for experiencing the symptoms I still am.

I remember when I asked for help, now look at me.

#tw medical #text post #tw doctors #chronic life #chronic pain #chronic illness #chronically ill #chronic fatigue #spoonie problems #chronic migraine #brain pain #migraine #mcas #do you get it now doc

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eliisstims · 1 month

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#tw blood #tw blo0d #tw doctors #tf2 medic #tf2 archimedes #tf2 #stimboard #stimblr

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lilbabjojo · 1 month

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How does little Vaggie take going to the doctors?

Odette: Not too badly- Hold still, hun.

*Vaggie whines on Carmilla’s lap*

Carmilla: Odette is the best doctor in Hell, which is pretty convenient.

Odette: Do you want a sticker?

*Vaggie squeaks and nods*

#agere #age regression #hazbin hotel age regression #hazbin hotel agere #age regressor #agere caregiver #hazbin hotel #hazbin carmilla #hazbin hotel carmilla #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin vaggie #hazbin hotel odette #hazbin odette #doctors #tw doctors

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the-magpie-archives · 2 years

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Like many of you, I am fascinated with the state of Jonathan Sims head archivist of the magnus institute London... In particular, his ribs! Many focus only on his missing two, but there are many more things to consider!

Jon's a fragile guy, I mean it's pretty much his whole canon appearance! For a man like him to be thrown around like a ragdoll for pretty much his entire time as archivist, he'd certainly have suffered more than a few broken ribs!

To contribute even more to the damage, after the unknowing, Jon was found with no pulse and not breathing, meaning he would have undergone CPR for at least 20 minutes. And trust me, THAT BREAKS RIBS.

Aside from bones, I can't imagine Jon's lungs are in the best state either. He's a long time smoker, was exposed to dangerous amounts of CO2, and survived a massive explosion followed by a collapsing building. Needless to say, these sort of things make it hard to keep lungs healthy!

Despite all the pain and horror, I like to think that Jon managed to stay looking at least relatively put together, so picture this:

A polite, slightly awkward office worker comes into your clinic. You decide that to diagnose properly, you'll need to do a chest X-ray! He's distracted, but readily agrees. After the brief wait, you get the images back, and see THE MOST FUCKED UP CHEST YOU HAVE EVER SEEN. A horrifying amount of healed fractures, warped and re-broken; two ribs are just straight up gone, both lungs scarred beyond survivability, and somehow this guy is just sitting there. Alive, as far as you can tell.

The man remains composed, and smiles politely as you stare at the X-rays, and you begin to think that maybe those aren't acne scars across his face.

#Overall I would just love to do a full medical examination on him... God it'd be fascinating.#Man's using otherworldly life support to keep his corpse up and walking #But seriously Google 'healed rib fractures' if you don't already know what they look like‚ shits interesting.#tma #the magnus archives #the magnus institute #Jonathan Sims #the archivist #The unknowing #jared hopworth #tma the flesh #tw injury #tw doctors #tw graphic description

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clownrecess · 1 year

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(tw for talk of medical environments and ableism)

I want to talk about medical appointments as a nonspeaking AAC user, because it is both important, and relevant to me as I went to the optometrist yesterday.

One of the biggest difficulties I face is the lack of understanding and awareness among healthcare professionals when it comes to AAC devices and nonspeaking people. Sometimes, doctors and nurses are not familiar with how to use or communicate effectively with AAC users, which can lead to miscommunication and frustration on both sides. Yesterday, one of the staff members who was taking photos of the backs of my eyes wasn't informed I am nonspeaking (I'm not sure why she wasn't told), and so when she asked me a question I held up two fingers to gesture that the second option was the correct one, and she was visibly confused, and I was really anxious. My mother then answered for me, as my device was on the floor where I couldn't reach it because I wasn't aware I would need to answer a question.

The rest of the appointment (after she was told that I am nonspeaking) that specific staff member would ignore my presence and act like I am incompetent.

Luckily, not all doctors are like this. The doctor who did the majority of my appointment was understanding, and was patient with both me and my device. I appreciated her greatly.

Unfortunately, most arent like the good one. The majority of doctors I have interacted with whilst using AAC don't take me seriously, talk only to my mom, and sometimes try to take my device away when it is fully unnecessary to do so.

Furthermore, there is often a lack of time and resources dedicated to ensuring that AAC users have equal access to healthcare. This can result in appointments feeling rushed, and healthcare providers may not take the time to fully understand and address our concerns.

Another issue (this one affecting specifically adults who use AAC, so I haven't experienced it yet) is that when making appointments over the phone, our device's voice may be dismissed as a spam caller.

I wish that doctors (in every field) were more educated on nonspeaking people and AAC users. We are disabled, and disabled people are obviously more likely to go to the doctor more frequently, so it would be insanely helpful. I have a bone scan coming up soon, and I am very nervous about it for this reason. (Luckily it is taking place at a hospital I've had mostly good experiences with, so hopefully it'll be all good.)

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transpolling · 1 year

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this might seem really specific but it’s based on a pattern i’ve noticed.

reblog if you answer

#trans people #transpolling #trans polls #tw doctors #doctors #trans healthcare #healthcare #trans health

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digenerate-trash · 1 month

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Ok since you mentioned sydney wanting the divine tfs for us how would the yan tfs be with an angel pc?

Robin

Robin is super into it. he likes that it's obvious that you're pure and that means that nothing has ever happened to you!! you're saving yourself for him (he thinks) he likes that you're making sure to stay as pure as you can and not doing degrading things to yourself he likes you better this way

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Whitney

pulls on everything. wings. halo. even your clothes. he's trying to provoke you to see if you'll break and ruin your perfect reputation. he wants to make it seem like this whole "angel" thing is just an act. you're pretending to be perfect but he wishes you were just as depraved and terrible as he is

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Eden

doesn't care for it. it's gone within a couple of days anyway. he practically rips your halo away as he violates you and pulls feathers out of your wings. aftercare is nonexistent. he will never say sorry for taking away your purity

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Kylar

at first loves it! youre so perfect and pure!! you're perfect for him a reward for his loyalty. but if you refuse to marry him or give it up for Kylar he starts to hate it. your little halo taunts him. strong pure wings that he used to love to touch and run his fingers through the feathers make him uneasy. he would never take your purity away. he's a good boyfriend. but that doesn't mean he won't do other things to prove his love

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Avery

He likes the angel tf. It's good to be associated with an angel great for his optics and doesn't mind that he can't have your virginity. the positive attention is enough for him and he can always pin you down by your wings and do other things to make you his own.

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Black Wolf

He doesn't understand the significance. likes to chew on your halo. your wings are big and warm good for cuddling. The light that comes off of you is an eyesore.

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Great Hawk

HAWK!!! HAWK WIFE!!!!

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Alex

doesn't care for it. though your wings are strong and you're helpful around the farm so that's a bonus. he does want a relationship with you. but the fact that you won't give up your TF is kinda a deal breaker. he resorts to begging

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Sydney

is in love with it!! constantly preening you cleaning up your wings polishing your halo he prefers it over every other TF and he needs you to know how much he likes it. he will constantly say how pretty you are how clean you look how he prefers you this way. he doesn't even seem to pay attention to anything else when you're around

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Bailey

hates it. hates you. it's like an insult. he doesn't get why though. you're bragging about being pure in this shitty town and he hates you for it. though he can't bring himself to take it away from you. you catch him starting a lot. but he refuses to touch you with it. afraid hell ruin you if he gets too close

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Harper

you're Harper's little experiment! he needs to know how far he can push your sexual limits before your light starts to fade. he's taking bits off of you. feathers. blood. cum (if he can) constantly trying to keep your halo. way too touchy with your body. likes it when you start to squirm when he goes too far. needs to see you fall.

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Content: amab!medical student!Harper, afab!doctor!reader, dubious consent, hypnosis, medical play, vaginal fingering, mind break

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You looked over his charts one line at a time. There weren't any abnormalities or concerns. If anything, he was too healthy. Honestly, that was probably for the best given that he was only a few months from finishing his residency, which would really take the piss out of him. Soon he'd have to manage his own caseloads without someone there to help when things got tricky, so it was best he had the mental and physical aptitude to deal with the stress. Hopefully he wasn't one of the many, many doctors that picked up smoking in order to cope. It'd be a shame to ruin those healthy lungs of his.

"The good news is that everything looks good," you told him as you leaned back in your seat. "Same old, same old. You're fit as a fiddle and everything is working right as rain. Your vitals are good, although your heart rate is a little high. Nothing dangerous, but you should probably focus on your cardio a little more."

"Really?" He grabbed a pen from the edge of your desk. "Mind if I fidget?"

"Go ahead." You knew it was a habit of his. He wasn't your only patient who needed something in his hands while he spoke.

But he was the only one that insisted on tapping it against your desk. The slow, rhythmic pattern reminded you of the clock ticking in the background of your office. Steady, calculated, and easy to let fade into the back of your mind without a second thought.

"Of course, the lab still needs to run your blood and urine samples, but I doubt anything out of the ordinary will be found."

"I hope not," he said with his tapping serving as a kind of metronome for his words. "I'd hate to learn I have an issue right before I start a new job."

"Oh? Did you get an offer?" You knew he was looking since he seemed to update you every time he visited, but this was the first time you'd heard about an actual offer.

"As a general practitioner."

"Congratulations." You were genuinely excited for him, even if the sudden tiredness in your head made it hard to express the sentiment. "Where is it?"

When he said the name of the hospital and the town where it was located, you didn't recognize it.

"It's a small town; a blink and you'll miss it kind of place. I used to live there when I was younger."

"So you're going back to your childhood home? You must be excited." Again, you felt an uncharacteristic wave of exhaustion wash over you.

"In a way, I suppose I am. They've already promised me a rather… generous position because of my other talents. But in other ways," his eyes looked you over, lingering far too long on your chest as a small smile crept across his face, "I'm anxious."

You nodded. "That's normal. Moving from your residency to a full position can be nerve-wracking, but you'll do fine. Just keep a level head and do what you think is best for your patient."

"Are you sure, Doctor?" The background noise seemed to fade out as he spoke, leaving only his voice spinning in your head.

"Do you have any doubts in yourself, even after all the work you've already done?"

He chuckled. "No doubts, per se. I still have a few concerns though. Would you mind helping me through them?"

His voice burrowed deep into your mind, drowning out even the one in your own head. Whatever he said, it felt like they were your own thoughts. But… it made sense, what he was saying.

If he needed help, weren't you the best person to turn to? After all, you were his doctor. You and he had a semi-casual, if albeit professional, relationship.

"What do you need help with?"

His eyes sparkled with mischief for a split moment, but you quickly put it out of your mind. "I'm still not entirely confident with my ability to conduct an examination, especially when it comes to female patients."

"That's a rather large concern given that's a basic skill all doctors should have." It was the very thing you'd just done for him.

"I'm aware." He sighed. "If only someone more knowledgeable could walk me through it to make sure I know exactly what I'm doing."

"Would you like to practice with me?" The words were pulled out of your mouth before you could process them.

As soon as they were spoken, they felt wrong. You couldn't quite place it, but the offer left a bad taste in your mouth. Still, it sounded right to your ear. After all, you were a doctor. You knew exactly what he needed to do and could guide him through it step-by-step. Plus, he trusted you. Who better to learn from than you ?

Still, there was a sinking feeling in your stomach that made you question yourself.

But all your doubts faded off somewhere far away as he placed a hand against your shoulder and stared down at where you still sat. "Thank you, Doctor." When had he gotten up? When did the noise in the room disappear? Why did you feel so weird?

"I feel like I should look the part before we begin." He pulled you up to stand on your own feet, unwrapped the stethoscope from around your neck, and helped remove your lab coat before putting it on himself. It didn't quite fit his frame, but it looked right draped over him. "What do you think? I look like someone you should obey."

"Yeah," you agreed without hesitation.

"Good," he hissed as he claimed the seat you had just been sitting in. "Go ahead and strip everything so we can start the examination."

"Traditionally, you would leave the room while your patient undresses. You'd also allow them to keep their underwear and provide a gown for them." Everything you said was the truth, but the throbbing and spinning in your head you felt as you contradicted him made you feel like you were saying something wrong.

"I know that, but this is supposed to be educational. It's better if I see everything." He smirked as he tapped your pen, but you couldn't hear it hitting the desk. All you could hear was him.

And you agreed with what he was saying.

If you were going to help him get more comfortable with examinations, you needed to show him everything from start to finish.

Your fingers fiddled with the buttons running up your midsection until your shirt came loose and you could pull both sides of the fabric apart to let your chest breathe, then you dropped it to the ground. Your black slacks were the next thing you undid, pulling out one leg then the other to let the pants pool on the floor beneath you right beside your top.

Harper inhaled sharply at the sight of you standing in front of him in nothing more than your bra and underwear. He leaned back as his legs spread and a hand came to rest between them. It was when he started rubbing himself while staring directly at you that you realized just how clearly unready he really was. After all, how could he expect to work with female patients if this was his reaction to something so mundane as seeing them semi-nude?

"Continue," he ordered through shaky breaths. "Take off everything before we start."

You reached around behind your back to unhook your bra. The straps went slack so you could peel it off and toss it in the pile with everything else. Then, it was quick work to finish up by hooking your thumbs into your waistband to pull off your panties.

You stood straight before him now completely naked. "Do you know what comes next?"

"Yeah." He was still rubbing the bulge forming in his pants as his eyes flickered across your entire body. "Sit on the table."

It was cold as you took a seat on the paper covered exam area. You were sitting a little higher than Harper now, giving him an eye level view of the space between your legs.

You were a professional, but something about this was embarrassing. All you were doing was helping train him, but the way his eyes ate you up felt predatory. You didn't want him to keep staring. You wanted to get down, get dressed, and scream at him for reasons you couldn't understand.

"Calm down and open your legs wider."

As soon as he said that, all of your anxieties melted away. It was just an exam. You had no reason to be nervous. He was just doing what he was supposed to when he looked you over. This was exactly what you had offered to help him with.

You obeyed and spread your legs further apart allowing the cool air of the small room brushed over your sex.

"I need to see deeper. Spread your pussy for me."

You tsk'd at his vocabulary even as you did as he said and used your fingers to open yourself up for him. "It's a labia. You're going to be a doctor. Call it by its proper name so there's no confusion when you talk to a patient."

"I think we should use layman terms so our patients understand us better." Harper chuckled low in his throat as he stood from your chair, showing off the bulge straining against his pants at he came to his full height. He grabbed a pair of purple gloves from the disheveled box on your desk and slipped them on as he repositioned himself between your legs.

His hot breath ghosted over your clitoris as he closely examined you. "Go ahead. Call it a pussy."

Again, your head was swimming.

"You look wonderful. We should make sure everything works down here though," he said with a smirk on his face as you looked down at him. "This will feel good."

Slowly, he began to rub his gloved fingers over your slit, teasing your folds and prodding at your twitching hole. Your legs began to tremble with only the simplest of touches, as if every part of you was suddenly hypersensitive. Every place he touched sent a hot jolt straight to your brain that had you restraining a cry of pleasure in order to keep your professionalism in tact.

"Don't hold back." He moved his fingers up to stroke your hot, swollen clit in small circles. "Tell me what you're feeling so I can do a proper examination."

"Yes," you sighed in rapture as you dropped the last of your defenses at his command. "My pussy feels hot. You're making me so wet that I can't think."

"Thank you for the feedback." He breathed heavily as he spoke, just before shoving the first of his fingers inside of your heat. "I need to test your stamina, so don't cum. You'll want to though."

"Yes!" You tossed your head back and tried not to roll your hips against his hand.

He was so thorough as he pumped his finger deep inside of you, twisting it around to scrape at your inner walls and massaging any place that had you whining for more. He was so careful with everything he did, but no matter how amazing it felt your body couldn't come. It was tortuous.

"What do you think of my skills, Doctor? Am I ready to see my own patients?"

You nodded. "You're amazing. After this, you shouldn't be nervous about your skills. You're going to be a great doctor."

"Thank you for the compliment." He shoved another finger inside of you and it felt like heaven and hell were fighting over your body.

"Your pussy is always so pretty," he mumbled as he leaned in to bury his face against your abdomen and run his tongue over your greedy clit. "Thank you for working so hard to train me."

That… didn't sound right. You were his doctor, but this was the first time you'd offered to help him.

Wasn't it?

"Instead of cumming, you'll go limp. Then we'll start the last part of your exam."

Fuck it.

You didn't care if you were forgetting something right now. Harper was doing such a good job at making sure your pussy worked that you didn't care. You were proud of him putting everything he'd learned in medical school to good use.

That's why you didn't fight it when your muscles suddenly stopped working and you fell backward against the exam table. It felt too good to worry or question anything.

You wanted to pout when he slipped his fingers out of your hole, but you couldn't muster the ability to. Instead, all you could do was watch as he stood up between your legs and removed the gloves coated in your juices.

"I'm going to miss you, Doctor," he said as he reached down and unzipped his pants to free his throbbing cock. "I need to use this to reach even deeper and make sure you really are healthy. It's perfectly normal to feel good during this exam, so don't worry if you end up cumming once or twice."

Then, he shoved himself inside of you and you could only feel endless pleasure and he rubbed along your soft, squishy, sensitive walls and overwhelming pride in just how dedicated he was to being the best soon-to-be doctor he possibly could. If this is what he was going to be like in his own practice, you knew he'd be someone of great renown.

#h2ho #a cool drink of water #degrees of lewdity #harper the doctor #dol harper #tw hypnosis #tw dubious consent #tw doctors #tw mindbreak

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