anxiousDegenerate (Dr.Wolfe)

I will be using a similar format that I use for my yan-blog. If you've come across it please shh.

No real DNI, please follow your own, and block if you dislike this blog.

Pro-consent! (Complicated-Contact stance for myself.) You may have other contact stances, all are welcome!

QUICK CONTENT WARNING:

• Content here will be 18+. I expect people to at least be mature enough to read this stuff, but I'm not your dad, the cops or god so.. I guess do whatever you want. No MDNI, I simply ask that anyone under 18 do not make sexual advances or the like towards me.

• This will contain, dub-con, cnc, non-con, asphyxiation, blood+knife play, breeding (risk + fantasy), knotting, age gaps, gore, wound fucking, violence, deranged obsession, stalking talk, sadism, pee (to an extent), somnophilia, frotteurism, cockwarming, fauxcest, pyrophilia, bondage, cuffs/restraints, primal play, power exchange, intoxication, impact play, medical, blood-draw, SH (to an extent), degradation, objectification, dollification oviposition/egg laying, necrophia, overstimulation, orgasm denial, forced orgasms, sensory deprivation, corruption, violence, injury/marks, abduction(play), (Personal taste in paras, and many more things).

• Yandere behaviour.. Paraphilia content (sexual + nonsexual).. Abusive content..

Quick thinks to keep in mind!

• PLEASE ask me questions! Send me a DM, ASK or ANON I love hearing from you (although I am incredibly nervous, so I may come across as formal at times). Please submit your ideals in "💉talk to me🔪". The likelihood that I enjoy what you do is extremely high. (I am still experimenting with ideals in my mind.)

• Be patient with me, as I reply, post, and respond. Keep in mind I am a busy man, and will reply as I can. I work 10-12 hour shifts due to the nature of my career, and I am currently enrolled in University (once again) to further my career. I also am in between alters (DiD system). And I am an incredibly anxious person when getting to know others until I feel comfortable. Thank you for your understanding.

I've been sitting on this post for a while. Wondering if I should post it here and my Yan story blog-.. since it's written in a similar style, but I'll test the waters here first I suppose.

"The Doctor will see you now."

Having a patient sitting on an exam table, undressed and robed in a thin cotton gown, and a thin paper cover over their legs, hands in their lap, waiting anxiously. Surely they've had exams before, how cute.

I nod my head when I step in, I check their vitals, listen to how they breathe when I place the cold stethoscope to their chest, and back. And then I pull away and have them lay back, their butt right at the edge of the exam bed. Pulling the stirrups out, for their feet. They position themselves quietly while I sit and roll my seat in front of their spread legs. Lifting the cover up to get a look.

They're shaking.. trembling really, their legs making the paper cover shiver. How sweet.

I place a gloved hand along their pelvis, carefully touching, spreading the sensitive skin gently, as I talk to them. I'm far less anxious when dealing with a patient, I have to be professional after all. Finally the part they're likely nervous about, applying warm jelly lubricant to my gloved fingers.

"Take a deep slow breath for me, dear." The words practically fall out like honey, far too sweet for what's happening. This is supposed to be an exam after all. I slowly dip my fingers inside, careful, feeling their inner walls through my glove. They practically squeak and whine, their body shaking with nerves, their walls contracting around my fingers. I linger for a moment with certain touches, before I finally pull my fingers free. A soft wet sound echoing faintly under the paper cover. I pull a small plastic speculum out and lube it generously. Reminding my patient to breathe, once again.

By the time the examination is done they're left sensitive and shaking. The tools we use to "examine" patients need to be worked with care so someone isn't left-, sore. And I work the tools with great, slow and gentle, care.

I rather have you sensitive and shaking for me right now, when you leave my office. Before you leave sore the next time you come. You're so cute when you shake for me. I can't wait to see you again next week, darling.

All the youths on tumblr, truly do make me feel old. I feel as if I've to consistently catch up in order to stay in the loop.

If you're younger than me, you are running circles around me on social media. Help your local anxious elderly out by giving me tips please. Rq and para tumblr are a side of tumblr I am not well versed in, as you see, I am used to being on the *writing yandere/obsessive short stories for readers* side of tumblr.

With that side, I feel there's a structure I'm more prone to leaning into, and often find myself writing in those same structures, on this blog. So forgive me if I am-, not with the times, or in loop fully. I am learning everyday.

Remember to drink water, and rest well.

Though I'm not sure how others go about their own blog themes and post headers/liners. And would like some tips. Perhaps?

I feel I may be too old to try and do this;;;

And aside from that, looking into other paraphilias. Letting the ideas really settle in as I think about what I like and do not like about them.

And unfortunately I find myself, often jerking off to the ideas floating around my mind. Because fortunately for others? Perhaps? I am very horny, which may be unfortunate for me, as I've a lot of anxiety (and internal shame?) about getting off to less than savory paraphilias. And quite the unstable mind.

Though I wonder what is worse for my anxiety, the fact that I ruminate on such things or that I've been getting off to certain.. ideals.

Don't you love a man who has internal shame, and severe anxiety getting off to things that make him feel like-.. well. A pervert for lack of better words.

Fuck. This might be the best day ever if you did that to me. It would make me feel almost alive again.

Almost.

Be a freak and send an ask/anon

Or in the dark corner of an alleyway seeing this man following you, watching you silently. Tilting his head in such an unnatural and uncanny way.

Just scream and cry when I put my cold hands around your neck. Climbing over your body and staring into your eyes. I'd smile and laugh. I'm just having a grand time. Don't worry I like the feeling of someone breathing, their warm body warming my cold damp skin. So I won't hurt you yet..

Yet

I've always laughed a lot before, after passing I started doing jester/clown adjacent makeup. It seems fitting. <art?of me by me>

As always:

Letting you poke us.

Hello there little one. Sorry we've been gone for so long. Hopefully you've been well behaved while we were gone.