I guess it’s time I finally get around to doing this huh? I’ve been around for a little while but I’ll admit I’m only now truly getting out there.
First of all please use they/them, or more gender neutral pronouns here! I’m not picky.
This is a 18+ zone so MDNI! It also goes for those that decide to hate others for just existing and living their lives! So no bigotry, or racism!
I’m really reallllly all over! I’m wanting to really get to know people as well as make myself more comfortable with “being out there”. So expect some rambling, roleplay posts or requests, reposts, perhaps a little story here or there… honestly I’m not even sure what to expect!
Don’t ever expect me to share any irl images of myself, even for close friends I’m just not a fan of sharing them.
TW: Dark kinks, extreme medfet, cnc, guro, and pet play.
This post may change and evolve as I discover both myself and what I want to be here so occasionally take a look even if we have chatted before!
Lastly! I’m open to criticism! Just please don’t be rude about it. All of us have to start somewhere and learn!
if you were like a nurse or an evil scientist or something for halloween and wore latex gloves or did so for any reason any other time you have to show me, okay?
I want them strapped to a table, naked of course. They don't understand what's going on, they struggle. I gently reassure them. "That's fine. Everything is fine. I'm gonna take good care of you."
I put on latex gloves, gently smiling at them. I start to caress them, touch them, enjoy their soft skin and the reliefs of their body.
Seeing they keep struggling, asking, whimpering, I decide to relax them. "I'm gonna give you something so you'll feel more at ease, okay ?" Of course I don't wait for them to answer and I professionally place an anesthesia mask over their nose and mouth. "Deep breath, struggling is useless. I told you I'll take good care of you."
They are surprised by the claustrophobic feeling of the mask over their face, panting heavily. I keep reassuring them. "Keep breathing, hon'. The gas will make you more at ease, more... Compliant." I smile while they try to fight the sweet smell of the gas. "It's okay, you won't go under. Not now, anyway. Just enough to make you relax."
They give me anxious looks, trying to move their head, but I firmly but gently hold the mask in place, admiring the fog their breath creates on the mask. They start to relax a bit more, whimpering. "That's right. My good boy/girl. Keep breathing, in and out... Let the gas relax you."
I smile at them again, enjoying seeing them under the mask, their breath becoming more relaxed and steady. I caress their half closed eyelids, before securing the mask around their head with a harness. I then kiss them on the forehead. "Now we can start and enjoy ourselves, sweetheart."
Medkink but not in the body-modification breath-control inflation breeding kind of way, rather just straight up... Medical equipment and procedures with someone being strangely tender to the person being treated who also happens to be a little scared or adrenaline-y with anticipation. It's like sexual attraction to something not sexy at all, rather than the common BDSM-y sex with medical elements???
Always~ this is always such a fun little interest and desire of mine as well! Aces can have a lot of fun with Medfet without ever even dipping lower than the belt! (Not to say that going below the belt can’t be fun, depending on what’s being done…)
was gonna leave my comment in the tags but tbh i’m silent enough about this as it is.
seeing stuff like this is so upsetting because these terms were well known and widespread in the ace community but because of exclusionists many people stopped using terms like this because they felt uncomfortable and unsafe.
i loved these terms when i was in highschool, i loved the feeling of community, but i lost that because i didn’t feel comfortable openly and proudly calling myself asexual.
they’ve hurt so many people and damaged our community badly and i will never forgive them for that. we deserve to use our own terminology and feel safe within our community.
I remember ppl - even other ace ppl - saying the card suit thing was “cringey” and “straight ppl aren’t gonna take us seriously” (sounds familiar?) So i guess the community wound up abandoning it. We were also having severe issues at the time with aces being stereotyped as “childish/immature” for associating things like cake, dragons, and space with asexuality, plus in general as most aces just don’t “get” allosexual things in media and irl. We were starting to be viewed as ignorant, virginal, childish, losers, etc. I haven’t seen an ace-cake thing in a good while now.
This was the infancy of exclusionary influence on us. I didn’t realize it did more damage than just closeting us. Whole symbols and terms have been lost. Community has been lost.
I remember three-four years ago I got myself into the ace community on Insta, and I came across these terms. People in these circles would talk about cake, space, dragons, and the black ring on the middle finger. Then, a year or two later, ace content fizzled out (I thought it was Insta’s algorithm figuring out that I knew all this and didn’t bring me the old stuff) and young aces had no idea what any of these were - including the black ring. Finding out young aces had no idea what the black ring meant nearly snapped my heart in two - I proudly wore the black ring, I drew characters with it, and it was my quiet way of communicating to others what my sexuality was. I was baffled at the lack of knowledge - and it turns out that exclusionists got their hands into our community and snuffed us out.
Anyways, we need to bring this back. I thought the card suite thing was cool, it taught people the different ways people can experience attraction, I loved making jokes about preferring cake, I loved wearing the black ring and talking about it with my fellow queer people at my highschool QSA club.
I’m sorry, people don’t know about the cake or ring anymore? I remember being welcomed with spams of cake gifs, photos, and MS Paint drawings. I also distinctly remember that the block solo ring in the midle was meant as reference to the Ace of Spades (black, solo, middle of card). Only thing I didn’t know was that other aces could represent a more refined nuance. Let’s see if we can get this all rolling again.
Welcome to anyone who is interested in helping with the culture revival.
alright, looks like the medication has really kicked in, so i'm going to insert another finger now, okay? see how easy that was? this is why we have you take that medication beforehand. just remember to stay relaxed okay, you're doing so well. you're going to feel a little more stretching now, just take deep breaths. good. good. you're doing so well. shh i know, i know it hurts, just take some deeep breaths for me, i need you to relax. i'll get you a tissue for those tears when we're all done here. come on, can you do a few deep breaths for me? that's it. you're being so good. that's it, see how quickly this is going? i've been able to get my entire hand in you already. i'll have to curl my fingers now, so it'll start feeling a little different, okay? shh, it's alright. i'm going to have to move around in there a little bit now. we have to stretch this hole nicely. this won't take much longer, don't worry. you're okay. that's it, you're taking it so well now. it's starting to feel better isn't it? you're being so good for me. i can feel you clenching around my hand with those heavy breaths of yours. i can feel your heartbeat quickening. don't be ashamed, it's okay. that's it, let it out. good, good. you've done so well.
Laying you down on our nice soft bed… gently rubbing your back as you lay on your stomach, softly holding a pillow in your arms under you… giving your neck a soft kiss to soothe your anxiety before wiping it off with an alcohol wipe. Filling a small syringe with a mix of mild aphrodisiac and gentle sedative to make you feel all floaty and good. Slowly filling you up with my strap to distract you from the small pinch of the needle, gently kissing the injection site as soon as I’m done. Watching as your body relaxes, the drugs kicking in… making you feel warm and sleepy as I slowly fuck you. Gently kissing along your neck and spine as I rock my hips into you… telling you how pretty you are and how much I love you. 🖤
dollification surgery ,, where my external body is mostly intact, but I can’t move on my own or fight back. All I can do is stay compliant and not fight why the doctor uses my body however he wishes.
Hello! I’m not fully sure if you’d have asks open but I’d figure I’d ask! First off I’d love to ask how you got into Medfet if that’s okay? ^-^ -💉
hiii!! it's no problem >w<
i'm not really sure when it started - i know that i was always really into the idea of mental asylums .. and psych patients... and when/how that spiraled out into what it is now..i have no idea !
medical kink, butt plug, sir/master kink, pet girl, cum control, anal, fingering, edging
You sat naked on the padded table, knees spread, wrists secured to the leather cuffs at either side of your hips. Your collar had been freshly cleaned, the tag still cool against your throat. There was a faint scent of antiseptic in the air, and the cold stethoscope hanging on the wall made you shiver even though it hadn't touched your skin—yet.
His eyes flicked up from the clipboard in his hand, gaze sharp behind the thin wire of his glasses. That gaze never softened when he slipped into this persona—the quiet, clinical calm of a vet with a disobedient animal in need of discipline... and care.
"You're due for a full check-up, pet," he said, voice smooth and unhurried. "Open your mouth."
You obeyed, parting your lips wide, tongue out like he’d trained you. He stepped closer, resting two gloved fingers on your chin to steady you while he examined your mouth, tilting your head gently this way and that.
"Hmm. No complaints. Still such a good little thing in there," he murmured, almost as if to himself. "But we’ll see if that attitude holds during the rest of the inspection."
You felt your thighs clench instinctively.
"Keep your legs open."
That voice, that tone—the one that made your skin heat and your body pulse with anticipation. You stayed still, breath caught, as he set the clipboard down and picked up a small flashlight.
"Eyes."
He shined it into each one, the brightness disorienting for just a second. His gloved fingers brushed over your cheeks as he turned your face side to side.
"Ears."
He ran a cotton swab gently around the outer edge of each ear, a soft hum vibrating from his throat in approval.
Then came the stethoscope. He pressed the cold metal disc to your chest, and you flinched. His hand came down quickly, not hard, just firm—gripping your thigh as a warning.
"Still."
"Y-Yes, sir."
He moved it to different spots on your chest and back, listening carefully to your heart rate, which you were sure was betraying just how wound-up you already were. His eyes flicked to yours with a hint of amusement.
"Fast heartbeat. Are you nervous, pet?"
You swallowed.
"N-No, sir."
"Don’t lie."
Your face flushed as he leaned in closer, lips just beside your ear.
"You love being poked and prodded. You crave it."
Your breath hitched.
And then he set the stethoscope aside and pulled a small bottle of lube from the tray.
"Now. Time for your internal exam."
Your toes curled. You knew what that meant.
He hooked a finger under your chin, tilting your head until your eyes met his.
"You’re going to sit nice and still while I check how healthy and obedient your little body is. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
He nodded in approval and slicked his fingers with lube, the sound indecent in the quiet room. You tensed when you felt the first gloved finger press between your folds, but he didn’t push in—yet.
"Still so wet, and I haven’t even touched you properly," he murmured. "Filthy little thing. You came here leaking."
You whined softly, hips rocking without permission.
"Don’t move."
He finally slipped one finger inside, slow and deliberate, the cool slickness of the glove adding an unfamiliar thrill. He curled it gently, brushing that perfect spot that made your breath catch in your throat. Then came the second finger, stretching you wider. Your body arched, restrained wrists twitching against the cuffs.
"Mmm, so responsive. Very sensitive today, aren’t you?"
"Y-Yes, Master… please…"
His fingers stilled.
"Please, what?"
You whimpered, trying to grind against his hand, but his other palm pressed down on your pelvis, holding you in place.
"Please f-fill me… I wanna cum..."
"That’s not what you’re here for. This is an exam, not a pleasure session," he scolded, though there was amusement in his voice. "But I suppose we should test your ability to hold back, shouldn’t we?"
He resumed the slow thrusting motion of his fingers, precise and focused. His thumb brushed over your clit—not enough, just enough to tease. You squirmed, trying to roll your hips, but his grip held you in place like a vise.
"Control yourself. A real pet doesn’t cum without permission."
You clenched around his fingers, thighs shaking as the heat inside you climbed higher and higher. It was cruel. You could feel it building fast—too fast—and he knew it.
"Don’t you dare cum without my say-so."
Your body fought your brain. You whined again, desperate and shaking. The sounds you made were almost animalistic—whimpers, gasps, breathless pleas as your muscles tightened, betrayal close behind.
But just when you thought you might disobey… he pulled his fingers out.
You sobbed, panting hard.
"No," you whimpered, tears pricking your eyes.
"You didn’t ask permission," he said flatly, wiping his fingers on a towel and peeling off the gloves with a snap. He stepped back, unbothered, while you writhed and whimpered on the table.
"But since you’re so eager, I’ll make you a deal," he said, pulling a soft cloth from the cabinet and returning to you. He cleaned you gently, even as your hips still trembled from denial. "You’ll get to cum… but only when I say. Not before."
"Yes, Master. Please… I’ll be good."
"That’s what I like to hear."
He leaned down, lips brushing your cheek as he unbuckled the cuffs. "On your hands and knees. Let’s check that sweet little tail of yours."
Your breath stuttered, body already moving to obey.
"Yes, sir."
The leather cuffs slipped from your wrists with soft clinks, but your limbs were trembling too much to feel free. You obeyed the command anyway, shifting your weight onto your hands and knees across the table.
The familiar pressure of the tail plug made itself known as you moved—its weight swaying between your cheeks, the cool base nestled snugly against your skin. You felt the soft brush of fur against your thighs, and the humiliating throb of need low in your belly.
"Good pet," he murmured behind you, one gloved hand running down your back, then between your spread thighs, not to touch—just to observe.
"That tail still fits perfectly. Such a well-trained hole… but we should check that, shouldn’t we?"
You swallowed hard, nodding, cheek pressed against the cool padded table. "Yes, sir."
You could hear him behind you—opening a drawer, the faint snap of a fresh glove, the squish of more lube being pumped into his palm.
"Hold still now."
His hands gripped the base of the plug, tugging lightly. You gasped as it shifted inside you, the thick stem teasing your rim, but not slipping free yet.
"Still tight around it. Good. But I want to see how you respond when it’s removed."
Slowly, carefully, he pulled the plug free.
You moaned, the stretch making your thighs tremble and your spine arch automatically. You were left feeling empty and obscenely exposed.
He set the plug aside with a soft clink.
"Present for me," he said quietly, but firmly. "Arch your back. Let me see your little hole."
You whimpered but obeyed, pushing your hips back just slightly, exposing yourself further. You could feel the cool air on your slick skin, your hole twitching from the sudden loss and your own need.
"Very pretty," he murmured, more to himself. "But I need to make sure you’re still holding up after all the stretching. You’re no use to me if you’re loose."
You whimpered again as he pressed a slick, gloved finger against your rim. The sensation was too much and not enough at the same time—cold, clinical, but maddeningly teasing. He pushed in slowly, letting the tight ring of muscle swallow him inch by inch.
"Still snug. You’ve been doing your exercises like a good pet, haven’t you?"
"Y-Yes, Master," you managed, your arms shaking beneath you.
"And how does it feel?"
"Full… I-I like it, sir."
"You’re such a perverted little thing," he said, curling his finger slightly inside you. "You crave this kind of treatment. Being stretched, filled, inspected like you’re not even human—just some filthy little animal."
You groaned, thighs trembling.
"That’s right. You love being my toy. My plaything. My specimen."
He added a second finger, twisting them gently, scissoring you open. You gasped, eyes watering, heat curling in your stomach with vicious speed.
"Master, please… please let me cum…"
He chuckled softly behind you.
"Not yet. I want to see just how desperate my pet can get before breaking."
His fingers thrust slowly, rhythmically, pressing against that bundle of nerves inside while his other hand toyed with your clit. It wasn’t fast. It wasn’t rough. It was worse—methodical. Controlled. Meant to drive you insane.
"Sir—!" your voice cracked as your hips bucked wildly.
But instead of answering, he suddenly stopped. Pulled out. Left you twitching and soaked.
You sobbed into your arm. "Please—!"
A few seconds passed in silence. You were shaking all over, nearly crying, when his hand came down softly on your hip. Not in punishment—comfort.
"You did well, pet."
Your breath caught.
"You may cum now."
You barely processed the words before his fingers returned, this time with purpose—rubbing tight, fast circles over your clit while his other hand spanked your thigh just enough to jolt you forward. The pressure snapped, your body convulsing around nothing as you finally came, loud and unfiltered, trembling hard enough to rattle the table beneath you.
You barely noticed when he caught you, arms wrapping around your waist and easing you onto your side.
"Shhh. There we go," he murmured, gloves off now, skin warm as he stroked your back. "Such a good pet. My good little patient."
You whimpered something incoherent, already floating.
He pulled a blanket over your naked form and kissed the crown of your head.
"Rest now. We'll schedule your next check-up soon."
Playing doctor with a sweet little sub with white coat syndrome, making them feel all safe and loved while you examine them. Praising them for how well behaved they are and kissing every little part of them as your gloved hands explore their body 🖤
First of all for gloves? Especially latex? 100 percent! Latex gloves, especially in any medical style… are just so wonderful! They can add such a lovely sense of dehumanization and yet also a sort of “it’s time to work” feel whenever they are simply snapped on.
On a similar and additional note, I love color coding with them! Have set colors of gloves mean certain things! It also helps “teach” whatever patient or subject you have… perhaps that’s the only warning they will get of what’s to come for the upcoming events.
As for lab? One of my favorite! There’s an innate “curiosity” behind lab scenarios. They are TRYING to figure something out. It could be as simple of “how does injection A affect patient C”. Yet it could also be far more nefarious and dark such as “Can subject B still breathe if we remove 20% of the left lung?”
