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ok but I’m strangely horny for medical/mad scientist kinks ,, reader being kidnapped and drugged as she’s strapped to the examination table, experimented on, needles poking out of her everywhere.

she’s mercilessly fucked and forced to cum while data is recorded of the position she responds to best as well as her g-spot

tw - noncon, medical pay, implied kidnapping/imprisonment, drug use, obsessive behavior.

Something about just,,, yandere "doctors" who are so excited to have their medical licenses revoked <3

They'd still be so official about it, keeping everything so bright and so clean and so sterile, forcing you to spend most of your time in a tiny, white room with only a cot and a few books to help you pass your time. You're given little orange bottles with someone else's name printed on the label every morning and every night, and they're more than happy to sit on the side of your bed and help you, to force those white pills past your lips and hold their hand over your mouth and nose until you've swallowed every single one. Sometimes, they insist on hooking you up to a heart monitor, on holding you in their lap and running their hands over your chest, your stomach, your thighs just to watch your pulse race, just to feel your face heat up as they tease you, talk about your progress, tell you how much they've always loved responsive patients, the ones that can't help but get a little flustered during what should be a purely professional procedure. You're sensitive, more so after your medication, but they don't mind if your whiney, needy, if you don't have quite as much self-control as you should. You're their favorite patient, so they'll do what they can to help you, anyway.

You have a daily check-up, too, a personal exam in their home-office. They try to be as respectful as they can, offering you what little reassurance they can as they lock your arms and legs into the the metal stirrups, cooing and hushing your half-coherent pleas as they push a syringe into your jugular. You're calmer, after that, sitting still and letting them draw blood, and take your temperature, and test your reflexes - fucking you open with gloved fingers, seeing how quickly it takes you to cum in what position, which sensitive spot makes you squirm and writhe and ask them to stop through slurred, disconnected words. Some days, you need more care than others, an extra hour spent under the love and care of their hands or their mouth or a new toy, medical-grade, just to make sure you're limp and drooling and adorable by the time they decided to unstrap, by the time they can take you back to your room. Proper socialization is an important part of any treatment, so they take their time, letting you cuddle up to them and cry into the crook of their neck, or scratch at their chest, or bite at their lips when they try to kiss what's hurting.

They know you don't think that you're sick, that you don't believe they're just trying to help you get better, but that's alright, you don't have to be thankful. It's enough to have you here, to know that you're safe and healthy.

You're their favorite patient, after all, and they'd do just about anything to spend a little more time treating you.

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this just sent me down such a spiral. fuck.