#erumikenana

[nerdynuala]

This is the oldest draft I had in my draft folder :')

Mikenana and Erumike brotp excuse me while I go happily cry in a corner. Good times, very good times when I had the time to be drawing all this stuff

Why did I not post this sooner? No idea

Anyway have a healthy vets triangle here

[hanjo-love]

The vets incorrect quotes

Nanaba: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Mike: It’s not a joke.

Mike: *sniffles*

Mike: I’m a legit snack.

Erwin, from across the room: He fucking is!

[minxiebutt]

kinktober, day 2, medical play

erumikenana - 409 words - consensual kink between three consenting adults -

“Hysteria,” Erwin tells Mike, and the girl in his grasp looks worried. “Of course, the best remedy is overindulgence.”

“Lucky for her, she’s got us tending to her,” Mike chuckles darkly as he slips on latex gloves and passes a pair to Erwin.

“I don’t understand.” Nanaba looks lost between the two of them, but she doesn’t fight as Mike unties the hospital gown and exposes her skin. He offers a helping hand as he leads her to lay back on the examination table, relieving her of the gown entirely as she goes. When she goes to cross her arms over her chest, Mike, standing above her at the head of the table, leans down and uncrosses her arms, pushing them down into leather restraints. One is already done before she starts to fight him, all the while begging him to explain, begging him not to touch her.

“This is exactly what I mean,” Erwin says, using a tone so patronising that she stops fighting long enough to let Mike force her wrist down and lock it in place. “This is exactly it. You’re so far gone, you don’t realise we’re trying to save your life.”

“You can’t do this,” Nanaba murmurs, straining upwards for a moment, trying to sit up but held down by the straps. Erwin watches the way the panic sets in slowly as she begins to buck and thrash wildly in the leather. Mike circles the table and takes her ankles easily, giving them less gentle treatment, until she’s immobile as a strung up carcass.

By now, her begging as turned into sloppy wet crying, and she watches Erwin prepare a syringe as Mike wipes her arm with alcohol. She tries to jerk away, but Mike puts his hands in her chest and presses down, while Erwin pinches the meat of her shoulder to keep her still as the cocktail is administered. Her crying simmers out into gasps and sniffles, artificially calm now.

“There, there.” Erwin pats her cheek after Mike removes his weight. She shakes her head, lips bitten between her teeth to hide her fear. “There, there, needy girl. We’re going to take good care of you. You need to be fucked within an inch of your life, and then you’ll feel so much better again.”

Nanaba tilts into Erwin’s hand and shivers, teardrop rivers sliding down into her hair, giving him the faintest of nods as her breath shudders into his palm.