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> just some trad doodles for tonight
> nothing special
#a-stray#depiction#Sonic AU#miles tails prower#tails the fox#older tails the fox#sonic the hedgehog#ok maybe a little special#its so nice to draw on paper actually#maybe ill stop w the digital for a bit…#i still need me some experience#ufff
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peace n love on th planet cat (all are prints! for ur loves! link )
#mine#huhuehee...crochet cat print is like. not th paper i thought i selected its like. so soft.#will probably do a big update ina couple months. gna try n get sm stickers !!!!!!!!!!!!#i did look into cards but theyre so EXPENSIVE!! i might jus do like. real postcards u can actually mail#i think im jus gna. make pritns of drawings as i do them. doing drawings specfically 2 make prints of them makes brain melt#anyway ive had a good day. finally managed 2 mail stuff aaa!!!#im not 100% if im meant 2 yet but i mean. i could purchase th postage so i guess its fine ? who knows#im gna play sm rain world now >:) i hope u hve a nice evenin
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Lying on deaths door, surrounded by vultures, with only the rats for company
#thats what i want for my fav <3#i love drawing him all burned up#its satisfyingly challenging#this ones on the nice paper also#which is only actually a waste if i dont use it#i keep going back and forth with this one i kinda like it i kinda don't but then i kinda do#it needed more white ink#everything needs white ink#my art#art#asoiaf#house of the dragon#hotd#fanart#hotd aegon#aegon ii targaryen#aegon the second#aegon the lightly toasted#watercolor#with bits of gouache#100% cotton paper baby this shits deluxe#i only have 15 pages of it so ive been nervous to use it
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figure drawing 2day
#i need to work on actually drawing the whole body 😔 i tend to skip feet&head as u can obv see#or i draw too big on the paper & run out of space HEJAHAHAHA#sometimes ill just draw em in the corner if i have enough time😭#its fun though.. finally got myself charcoal sticks to shade w#but i didnt break them in well enough before the session#so i couldnt do those rly nice side sweeps like i wanted 😭#first is a 15 min pose n the other two are 5 mins#lg doodles
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Anxiety and kisses
#pencil sketch with water color and the cheapest ballpoint pen#dhmis#my art#my works#fluffybird#red is smacking his tongue from the roof of his mouth - its really fun that neither of them have lips it lets people get more creative#slowly i gain more confidence on this website with my slow crawl i have here- please enjoy the fear of failure on display with how soaked#the page got with the first drawing and no amount of blotting revived the paper#it is an artistic choice of stress you see- hehe#ive actually really been enjoying watercolor- after really trying to practice with digital its nice to go to something that has no#smoothing or anti alies nonsence that ruins the integrity of the small millimeters of diffrence you can get on a real physical page#or i guess if you have some high end fancy computer with no lag and the best eqitment to record those gestures#but i dont- so i am constantly fighting agenst lag and adjusting my drawing tec to adapt to digital#so heres some authentic stuff finally as a late valintines day gift ehehe
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Some possible* Tala stickers :D (Patreon)
#My art#Original#Tala#*I'm more just playing around with the idea of making some - personal stickers!#I mean I'm the biggest Tala fan anyway it's fine if it's for an audience of one lol#I finally got my hands on some sticker paper a bit back now it's just a matter of getting them the size I want and finding a good printer!#Ours is uh....well just don't look too closely at some of the greyscale pages I've posted they leave a bit to be desired lol#And that's just black and white I'm a little concerned what it'd do to pictures! :'D#Though I say that but it did print the art from Roundabout quite nicely so hmm! Maybe! But I do have other avenues if I want them :)#It's nice to have options!#For the time being they're just cute little guys of one of my cute little guys! :D In her doggy form and specifically her plush puppy form ♪#I really have been enjoying adding to her physical accessories haha - she's always got her little gold stitch/scar#And then her first accessory being the bracelet - and then her face mask - and now her ribbon! :D It's all very cute she's very cute#She's also good feral practice since I'm still not very good at drawing dogs or cats or the like :'D#I used references for that first one! Wowie!#I'm a fan of how she turned out overall :) I can still see some work I'd like to improve for her back legs but other than that :D#Baring her little teefsies hehe she's so scary ♥#My love of drawing plushies rears its head again - she is added to the list! No soft shading or lighting like MewTwo tho that's alright#The stitches are the really important part :) I like them!#I wish she could sit like that irl haha she's actually very stable to stand! A little awkward to sit#And finally a cutesy cartoony one :D She doesn't have paw beans irl either but come on I had to!#I debated whether they'd be pink or brown but I think I'm happiest keeping her palette simple :)#She's so cute <3
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#ive had much fun booping with yall today :-]#i wish i had the time to boop everyone back#idk y it stands out to me the ppl with strang3r things icons. actually i do kno. its bc one person with an eddie icon booped me a lot of#times lol. but im a lowkey st3ddie shipper and im just sitter here silently like. hm i see yall with steve and eddie icons#and anyone with a terror icon has me twirling my hair bc i just want ppl in that fandom to like me for my obnoxious jammy posts lol#and to my beloved ppl who regularly like my stuff but we aren't mutials for whatever reason 🖤#idk its just been a nice day lol. its nice outside and i was jsut grading all day. the days just seem longer now that its light so late#wish i had time to draw more than scribbles but alas ive got way too much to do this week :-P#ive gotta meet my boss Tomorrow and i havent even looked at the thing i was supposed to work on. and i have to choose a paper by Wednesday#for lab meeting. ugh. whatever. itll be fun. itll be fine. genuinely i feel good in a way that i thought was impossible a year ago#unrelated
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i got some watercolor brush markers for christmas !! did some other coloring to get used to it then pumped this out. anyways now all i can think about is drawing slither wing
[reblogs appreciated !!]
#honestly this looks a LOT better than anything i colored with my copic markers like holy shit?#i might actually start doing traditional art fr again.... ive been doing nothing but doodles for a while now LOLE#hopefully ill be able to draw more often!! i really want to but i just. Havent. for the past year and a half. what happened man...#i used to crank out so many drawings and drawpiles like in one week alone. 15 year old me was different#but ANYWAYS i got my first ever screen tablet (its a kamvas 13 and its really nice. im loving the hotkey buttons)#so im excited to do more digital stuff as well!!#also. new sketchbook. it works with my mechanical pencils much better than my last few holy shit#like if i was struggling on a sketch in my old ones i could only erase so much otherwise itd start rubbing the surface of the paper off 💀#this one does not do that at all! and it doesn't bleed easy either#hm. maybe i could draw some scrimblos in here ......#pokemon#slither wing#my art#pkmn art
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mmmgh
#salty talks#this one is personal but not in a scary just in a i need to say this shit somewhere way#botw/totk… i do not fucking like th. like gameplay is fun puzzles are cool world is cool but like.#the lackluster story and characters honest to god drag it the fuck down for me#none of the characters are actuslly interesting and ganondorf is the only one i want to see in totk#like i got the master sword. i got it and its like whatever. i know whats up with the light dragon and i dont care#totk is making me start to dislike this version of zelda and idk how to feel abt that#no one feels like. interesting. everyone is either good or evil or a fucking side character with a paper thin life#and totk with its fucking no-nuance go kill ganondorf plot is just. stop making half of the plot take place in the fucking past#i havent really done much story stuff but like. GOD. no one in totk is meant to be morally gray its all so fucking black and white#what happened to having major characters who were morally dubious and were actually fascinating to watch#i dont like that most of the major characters in totk/botw are Good Guys and Nice To Link nobody actually interests me#i was SO excited that the lurelin pirates would be a new group of characters to contend with but no. monsters. fuck#they had a chance to maybe get into the kingdoms more dubious past concerning the sheikah and then made the sheikah barely important#and then made the yiga more of a joke instead of like. doing anything with their interesting past#no fuck you heres some all new shit that has nothing to do with what came before and the same shallow conflict and characters#theyve dipped their toes into morally dubious characters and genuinely fascinating characters and the idea that the kingdom of hyrule isnt#all that and gave more room for drawing your own conclusions and totk just hands over the most black and white experience#im playing to finish the story and finish the game i actively do not care or expect much from these characters#and it just seems like the narrative is going to bend over backwards to put hyrule as the ultimate moral good and any opposition as bad#and all but force you to accept that because it just proves that sentiment correct over and over again and its fucking bland#idk. aomething about the writing of this game fucking frustrates me esp when i think abt how past games were written#imperialist shit aside this game’s story and characters are so fucking. par for the course bland. i dont care beyond ‘oh thata charming’#i dont think about this game’s story. it doesnt make me think it just shoves events and character actions at me and moves on#fuck.#it feels like its just. telling me shit. not giving me much room to really decide for myself. zelda is good ganondorf is bad fuck nuance ig#it seems so fucking scared of being a little bit complex. this is why i say 'i miss linebeck' i miss complicated ideas and characters#just. totk seems like it REALLY wants you to have specific thoughts about these events and characters. doing everything it can to prove#the good guys right and the bad guys wrong and having pretty much no one be in between or like. anything. its all standard
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With every new chapter of @bradshawsbaby 'Letters to My Love' series, I look back on all the unfinished drawings that I have for these Chapters that I just haven't finished yet! More specifically this one based on one of the scenes in the 1st Chapter .But I just haven't gone back to it yet and its at that stage where I want to show people but then at the same time I want it to be a surprise 😂 So here's a ever so short snippet of the thumbnailing process
#EEEE I want to do a bunch based off the 1st chapter but I also have few for the second chapter and with the 3rd chapter coming out today-#drowning in content is new for me 😂😂💛#myart#bob floyd#robert bob floyd#I'm very happy and actually have been recording the whole process of this drawing so Ill be posting that soon too#even if its mostly just for myself tho because I like seeing it coming all together 🤭#I find it funny that so far the 2nd and 3rd chapters have come out a few minutes before I get home from going somewhere#its always such a nice treat!#I went back to Chapter one so I could copy and paste the lines that I was thinking of while drawing this#but now that I'm reading it again I see it in a differemt angle and want to draw that version too sigh 😂#Paul sat down at the end of the bed#clasping his hands in his lap and lounging comfortably. “You know you’ll never hear the end of it if you don’t come with us#right?” he grinned.#“I really am busy#” Bob told him#gesturing at the papers he had scattered across his bed and picking his pen up once more.#<---#the lines btw!
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So i likebeing liked by my teachers.as one does. Like good positive adult attention ya know But MANNNN!!!!!! This guys a dick!!!!! Doesnt want to be bothered,,, doesnt want to chat…I mean i get it ya know!!! But hes so like…Condescending?? in a way?? Like i feel like he thinks i dont know what im doing and im just a teenager who wants to be on their phone. Man im not a fucking idiot…asked what my groups idea was for our project I was gonna explain it realized i didnt know how to explain it went to get the notepad where i THOROUGHLY WROTER IT DOWN and heslike You dont even knwo your idea???? My guy you carry a clipboard with you everywhere hammers it into our heads we should take notes of everything but then i do and i go to use it hes like L youre an idiot ok JACKASS!!! He couldnt remember what hed told us and what he hadnt earlier Whyare you telling me i dont know my own idea. Im mad!!!!!
#vent#ish#he makes me feel like a dumbass#hes in the same department as my other teacher is they basically share a program#and the other teacher lady is very nice she treats us like adults she expects crap from us and TRUSTS us#but this guy like Aouhagha Youguys just wanna be on your phones!!!!#like not exactly that but you can FEEL it ya know#Took out my laptop cause he said takenotes ona. sheet of paper hes like LUKE SHUT YOUR CIHROMEBOOK#Okbitch no notes for me????#Likeaghh maybe im overreacting#But like even in shit i knwo im good at. i give him a drawing hes like thatsnice and then i feel like the worst artist in the world like hes#bout to shoot me in the back of the head the moment i turn around#like Chill!!!!!#I just want to talk my guy!!!!!#Im doing what i know works for me!!!! Why ado you have a stick up your cooter good sir#its actually so aggrivating#i feel so underestimated#and everytime i try and do SOMETHING he shoots me in the shin#He did the same shit to my friend#Like REwork this its not great. And my friend is the smartest guy i know#Like maybe i just have an ego but this teacherman
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Birds and wings and hope Part 13
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Danny had thought hat if he finished with Frostbite early that he would spend a few days in the zone to catch up with some of the other ghosts. He hadn’t wanted to with the wings. It wasn’t that Danny was ashamed of the wings, not from the fact of having different features, but Frostbite had seemed certain that Danny was in a heavily mutable state right then. The more people that knew Phantom with wings, the more likely they were to stick as they cemented in consciousness and identity.
Or something like that.
Danny had a whole stack of reading tucked away in his chest to go through later.
Just wanting time alone, Danny had given himself somewhere between an hour and a day (time was hard to tell in the zone) to sulk among the sparks and dust that were long dead stars before forced himself to get a grip and go home. He was an adult for, well, him sake he guessed. He could deal with this.
The reading set on the left side of the coffee table with a fresh notebook next to it. It wouldn’t do to mix up this work with his actual work, so Danny was sure to pick out one with a green cover from the stash that he kept on hand of his favorite dot patterned paper notebooks. He’d draw a blob ghost or something on it later. A few color pens and a highlighter joined the little pile, set in a battered and chipped Amity Park tourist trap mug.
Sam had gotten it for Danny as a present due to the so hideous it was funny caricature of Phantom on it.
On the right side of the coffee table went a box of protein bars, electrolyte drinks, suck’em candies, and Danny’s well stocked pill container. He moved the coffee table a little closer to the couch, turned the TV on to a playlist of Mythbuster episodes, and made sure he had his favorite blanket in hand before he transformed back.
And fuck that hurt. Pain shot up Danny’s back, radiating up through his shoulders, and shooting along his Lichtenberg scars so intensely that they burned. Danny collapsed inelegantly onto the couch with a defeated whimper.
Maybe it was the wings? Did having a different set of limbs as a ghost cause transfered muscle aches to his human form? He didn’t even have muscles as a ghost, not really, but the mind was a very powerful thing and not even Frostbite was entirely sure of how exactly the two parts of a halfa effected each other.
After the worst of the pain had dulled slightly, Danny managed to toss back his medication (missing doses while Phantom never did him any good) and pulled the candies close enough that he could use them as a distraction for his senses. Slowly the muscle relaxant worked its magic and Danny became a boneless lump. The episodes of Mythbusters idly distracted him as he just let his thoughts drift over what Frostbite had said.
Frostbite was sure that there had to be a reason— or several— that Danny’s form had shifted into a bird and after retained the wings still. Frostbite felt the first step to this all, if Danny was determined to either control or to get an understanding of where this all was going, was to understand the subconscious or symbolic particulars of the change.
The why Frostbite felt was clear: Danny had been without a haunt for too long now. Yes, he accepted, the pollen may have certain accelerated matters (hence the full bird then and only the wings now), but Frostbite was admit that the change wouldn’t have been occurring at this stage if Phantom had still been the protector of Amity Park.
Phantom had a purpose in Amity Park. Phantom was a protector and guardian. That guardianship extended to a very limited range. Now that Amity Park was many, many years behind him and Danny was living in a place already full of its own protectors, the Phantom part of Danny was left adrift which allowed for this new stage of ghosthood.
Why couldn’t his ghost half just be happy with a nice long nap?
“Fuck you, Phantom,” Danny grumbled as he watched a car be vaporized upon impact on the screen. Idly Danny wondered if he could get an object up to that speed if he flew fast enough.
Several hours and several protein bars later, Danny was managing to sit up enough to start going through some of the reading Frostbite had sent and make notes. Two more episodes and delivered Indian food later, Danny scrawled on the top of a fresh page ‘The Subconscious & Symbolic Particulars of Wings’.
Why on earth and beyond did he have wings?
‘Flying’, Danny wrote first and then as many reasons he could think of why he loved flying from the freedom of it to space to the way that it felt to move through a cloud. ‘Freedom’ branched off into movement and escape and getting to become his own person without the weight of Amity. ‘Gravity’ and ‘Identity’ sprawled into transformation and his death and the million of ways that it had changed everything about his life.
It was hard to think about.
Danny turned the page.
‘Wings’. Wings and feathers. Birds. Pigeons and crows and ducks and robins. And Robins. Biblically accurate angels who created the cosmos. Hope. And always hope.
“‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers — ”
Hope and Robins and Bats.
And always hope.
Was Gotham his haunt?
Was he the thing with feathers?
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AN: shhhhh I've been writing as my wind down before sleep. Also special prize for @stoiczee. I promise we'll see more batfam next part. Danny just needed some time to react!
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sorry ive been just dumping art on this blog... but at least im not posting all my wips here
#im this close to posting 4 sailor moon wips lollll#im redrawing that one hq light novel cover#u know the one.#i also have 4 bokuroshou roommate wips. ones fully done. two are being colored. one is like still a rough sketch#i have a couple of kurobas drawings but those might just never be finished#most r studies... i actually have a couple kise and kagami drawings but#studies feel too personal to post. im just learning#i will always post a momoi drawing tho. i enjoyed practicing painting w her!#paintings just so hard. dies. i cant do lineless in my current state#im just really happy to be doing digital art now lol#i love traditional! i really do! its just now i get to do the fun things i always saw digital artists do#i can use color!!! i was never good w mixing colors in painting and now i can just. go plop on color wheel#i still need to learn more and i wish i could take a painting class but#its been so nice to make art again#i actually had a tablet and did krita on my computer like. on and off for several years#but it never felt like i was making art as good as i did w a pencil and paper#the nohebi stageplay selfies were on krita i think that was like my fave and best piece at the time#i just.... havent had the inspiration or time to do art consistently for like two years#and now its here!!! its back!! i love this feeling so much! i missed it!#and even tho i havent drawn much in the past 2 years i still feel like ive improved? or im improving?#and that feeling is so nice...#okay rant over#maybe ill make an art insta or another art sideblog or smth
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THE DOCTOR IS IN - SATORU GOJO
✴︎ summary: aka medical intern / doctor in training gojo. when you go to your annual check-up, you didn't think you'd be crushing on your doctor - or that he's conduct such an in-depth examination - in more than one way. ✴︎ contents: 18+, a lot of smut, implied cheating (but there's no cheating), improper use of a medical questioning and an exam room, improper use of a tongue depressor, panty sniffing, semi-exhibitionism (but not really), fingering (f!receiving), oral (f! receiving), semi-public sex, sex in an exam room ✴︎ wc: 2,573
It was just a checkup.
You sit, using your phone as you wait for the doctor, squirming on the uncomfortable exam paper drawn over the patient bed — so why were you so nervous?
And then there’s a knock at the door, and he walks in — but it’s not your usual doctor.
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” the white haired man grins widely, and you’re taken aback by how good he looks dressed in his white coat — if he had been your doctor before, you never would have missed a single one of your appointments, “My name is Satoru Gojo, and I’m a medical student that’ll be helping out today,” he offers his hand, and you take it, shaking his hand.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” you smile, introducing yourself by name, and he sits on the chair in front of you. Without his white coat and stethoscope around his neck, he could have looked more like a model than a medical student. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had been offered gigs modeling for his medical school’s brochures — hell, you were regretting not going to medical school right now.
He’s right down to business, crossing his leg over the other, “Do you mind if I ask you a few questions about you, what brings you here, and your personal and medical history?” he asks, clipboard and pen in hand, lips curling.
“Not at all, Doctor,”
“Call me Satoru,” he smiles, and you can’t help but smile back. And then he’s running through the usual list of questions — name, occupation, date of birth, smoking status, drugs, prescription list, and all the other questions medical providers need to ask patients, “and sexual history?”
You tilt your head, flushing, “Can you be more specific?”
And he’s leaning back, pen pausing in its scribbling, as he glances up to clarify, “Are you sexually active?”
You lick your dry lips, squirming under his gaze that suddenly feels heavier than before, “Yes, I am,” and he nods.
“Do you have a partner?”
You nod, “I have a boyfriend,”
His eyes rake over you discreetly, “Must be pretty handsome to date a woman like you,” he remarks, — did he always flirt with his patients? Because he certainly will have good patient retention at that rate.
“He’s also a little full of himself,” and you see a slight purse of his lips, as he raises an eyebrow, “but he’s very, very cute,”
“Oh is he? Good to know,” he sighs, pressing the top of the pen to his lips, drawing your eyes to his lips, “and how often do you engage in sexual activity?”
You have to pause before you answer — god, when were you going to move off this topic? “Pretty often, almost every day, usually,” you clear your throat, unable to meet his gaze, as he nods.
“And are you satisfied?”
And you raise an eyebrow, “is that relevant?”
“Oh, this is a physical, we like to be very thorough,” and you swallow thickly — well this was uncomfortable — but he only looked…almost amused, “Well?”
“Most of the time,” you shrug.
“Most of the time?” he repeats, placing his clipboard lower, clearly far too interested.
“My boyfriend has been pretty busy with work lately, it’s been pretty lonely,” your eyes finally finding his own, deep blues darkening a shade.
And his lips quirk, “Oh I see, I’m sorry to hear that, but I won’t be leaving you alone anytime soon,” he winks, and he’s rising to his feet, as he draws slower, “I think we can move onto the actual physical exam now,” and he’s pulling his stethoscope out as he draws near, kneeling instead of standing — because what else can you do beside a couch instead of a hospital bed — “I’m going to listen to your heartbeat,”
God, he smells good.
You try not to bite your lip at him — he was so pretty, up close even more so, his long snow white eyelashes fluttering and his perfect pink lips so kissable — but no, no, this was inappropriate. This was a doctor’s office.
And he’s putting the stethoscope in his ears, pressing the metal diaphragm to your chest, “Oh, your heart’s racing,” he murmurs, leaning in even closer, warm breath warming your skin, “wonder why that is — this may call for further examination,”
“Is this concerning?” and he’s tilting your chin up, far too close to your face.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’re in good hands,” he’s moving the stethoscope to your back, pressing the metal end to listen to your lungs, “please take deep breaths for me,” and you do, biting your lip, as he leans against you as he moves the diaphragm to four different points, his chest brushing against your shoulder, “I see,” he murmurs, “have you been experiencing any aches or pains anywhere?”
You swallow, “My throat has been hurting a little,” and he nods, grabbing a tongue depressor.
“Let me take a look, now stick out your tongue and say ‘ah,’” and you do as he says as he presses the tongue depressor down, “good girl,” he murmurs, making your cheeks warm at his words — fuck.
His eyes scan your mouth, pressing against your tongue harder, “I don’t see anything unusual,” as he pulls the depressor back, skimming your tongue teasingly, but still, his face is so close to yours, and he notices your breath catching, “but I may need to do a closer examination if you…consent,”
“If I consent?” You ask slowly, his lips a breath away, and his thumb drags down your lips, “Satoru—“
“Do you consent?” And he’s leaning even closer, noses brushing, and you only can manage a nod, “use your words, Princess,”
“Yes, please,” and he only smirks, as his lips brush yours — so soft and teasing, his fingers cup along your jaw. He tastes of sugar and warmth, his tongue teasing your lips, until they part, dragging over your tongue, the very same he had just examined. He draws easy moans from you, one after another, before he pulls away, a string of spit connecting your lips.
“I didn’t see any issues, but I am concerned about your throat,” and he’s kissing a burning trail down your jaw to the hollow of your throat, “feels a little swollen here—“ and his teeth grazes the soft skin there, “it may need a closer look,” and he’s licking and sucking, dragging his tongue over your sweet skin.
And you’re nearly panting at this point, as he smiles at you, pressing another kiss to your lips, and you raise an eyebrow, “was that you checking again?” And he laughs, lips curling, as his fingers slide to the small of your back.
“You can be too sure,” and he’s kissing you again, and he doesn’t miss the way your thighs press together, “think the problem may lie elsewhere,” and his hands drag down your sides before finding your thighs, and you gasp, as he parts them, your fingers pressing into your soft flesh, “feels very warm here, and almost irritated — it may be an infection,” he hums, as his thumbs toy with the waistband of your shorts, “I may need to get a closer look,”
“Satoru—” you whine, and pulling at your shorts now, and he’s looking up at you with lidded, lustful eyes.
“Would the patient like some help removing her clothes for the examination?” and you only can manage a nod, and he accepts it this time, pulling your shorts down, “don’t worry, I’m a medical professional, I know just what treatments are acceptable in cases such as these,” and your shorts pool around your ankles, before you’re kicking them off.
And his eyes linger on the damp, dark patch on your underwear, “oh? I see the problem,” you gasp as he presses his thumb against your puffy clit through the thin fabric, “it’s so swollen, so warm — I’m going to have to do a very thorough exam of this area,” and he’s snapping the fabric against your skin, making your squirm, “so sensitive,” he hums as he tugs down your underwear, sniffing your panties, before pocketing them, “a sample, I’ll keep it for further testing,” he winks, before he unbuttons his cuffs, rolling up the sleeves of his light blue button up.
His eyes darken as his eyes rake over your exposed cunt, “are you ready to begin?” And he waits for your nod, before his fingers part your messy folds, as his arms pin your thighs in place, “so wet, do you hear that, sweetheart?” And his finger sinks into your needy pussy, squelching, “practically swallowing me in,” he grunts, licking his lips, “gonna need to probe a little deeper,” and a second finger is joining the first, fucking you open in earnest, as he pulls another moan from your lips, “s’good for me, but still I can’t figure out what’s wrong, maybe I just need to inspect this area further,” his hands sliding your thighs over his shoulders, pressing a languid kiss to your inner thigh.
And then his lips brush against your clit, making you squirm, his tongue darting out to drag lazy circles around it. God, you were so close, “don’t be so loud, there are other patients who might hear you — they might wonder what kind of exam I’m doing,” and you’re holding back your cries, biting your bottom lip. as his fingers and tongue bully your insides, “so tight, think I need to loosen you up before the final test,”
“I’m, ngh, close—“ and his lips close over your clit, sucking hard, and that’s enough for you to fall over the edge. You’re moaning, walls twitching around his fingers, your thighs, as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, lapping up every bit of your release. Your cunt twitches as you come down from your pleasure high, as you look down at him with half lidded eyes, gaze deep and dark, laced with lust as you watch him lick your release from his lips and chin.
“Such a good baby, you did so good,” he’s pressing sweet kisses to your neck and face, until he’s letting you taste yourself on his lips, swallowing your moans eagerly, “haven’t even figured out what’s wrong and look at the state you’re in now,” he tsks, as he rubs the length of your cheek with his thumb, before kissing your jaw, “we still have more work to do,” as he eases your quivering legs off his shoulders.
And he’s undoing his belt, the clink of the buckle drawing your eyes to his thighs, as he tugs down his slacks and boxers, as it slaps against your stomach. Your lips part at the sight of him, thick and long — a white head of precum, dripping from the engorged tip.
Fuck, he’s huge, and he chuckles at your expression, “Like what you see, sweetheart?” As he drags his weeping erection along your sensitive pussy, “so messy, gonna have to see what’s going on inside, I have a feeling it’s very deep,” his fingers lift one of your legs over his shoulder, “are you ready?”
And you’re nodding, “please, I need—“ and he’s parting your folds, past that delicious ring of muscle, kissing the deepest part of you with his tip, as your lips part in a groan, “Toru—“
“That’s it, s’good for me,” he’s grunting, as he pulls out only to slam back in, “best little patient, aren’t you? With your perfect princess cunt, made just for me,”
“Figure out the — ngh — the problem yet?” You tease.
He only grins, as he gives a nasty thrust of his hips, wiping all sense from your head, “Filthy case of pretty Princess cunt — PPC — and it’s a particularly bad one,” he’s slowing down to stretch out the wet squelch of your cunt, “hear that? It’s the sound of your pussy latching onto me, practically strangling my cock,” and he’s picking up speed, as he lifts your other leg over his shoulder and — fuck how is he going deeper?
“Gonna come in for all your appointments and let me fuck you, right? Gonna fill you right, you have just what you need, the perfect medicine is this dick in this cunt, and the prescription is for every day, sweetheart,” he’s pistoning in and out of you, “pretty baby keeps pulling me back in, it may be incurable,” but he’s only fucking you harder, “but I’m going to try.”
The hospital bed is certainly ruined by now, from the creaks and groans it’s giving, it’s nearly as close to breaking as you are. Just a little deeper, a little more.
“Taking me so well, such a good girl,” his cock is twitching inside you, “fuck, s’good f’me, just for me,”
“Toru, ‘m close,” and his hips are stuttering, as he groans your name.
“Cum f’me, sweetheart,” and you do — your orgasm has you gripping him tight, as he continues to fuck you through it, rough thrusts that has you moaning far too loud, “close, gonna cum—where—“
“Inside, please,” and your eyes find his, lust blown out, as your hips grind against his, “I need my medicine,”
And he only groans in reply, sinking his cock as deep as he can before cumming, his warm seed filling you up, as his hips jerk against yours once, twice, before he’s easing your legs down, to lay on top of you.
Both of your heavy pants fill the room, as his face rests nestled in your chest, his lips pressing sweet kisses to the skin, “I am definitely not helping you sanitize this room, Toru,”
He pouts, “Oh c’mon it’s half of your mess, most of your mess — you were soaking me—“
“I did you a favor by coming to help you practice conducting an intake and diagnosing a patient, I’m not cleaning up this mess too,” you sigh, as he relents, leaning up to kiss your lips.
“Well you did cum a lot I’ll give you that,” and you push his face away, but he only drags his tongue up your fingers. You flush, “you’re the worst doctor,” you grumble.
“But I’m your favorite one, after all,” he grins, easing himself out, as you gasp, watching your mixed releases leak from your cunt, “I’m the only one who can give you your medicine.”
A few hours before….
“C’mon, baby, I need to practice,” your boyfriend curled his arms around you, burying his face in your neck, trying to pull your attention from the book your nose was buried in currently, “i need to practice,”
“I don’t think practicing is what’s on your mind right now, Toru,” you roll your eyes as he presses wet kisses up your neck, “you’re being distracting,”
“You distract me just by existing,” he pouts, and you roll your eyes, “at least if I practice with you, I can do something,” and you can’t say no to him, could you?
“Fine but why can’t we practice here?” And he’s shrugging, only grinning in reply.
“I can get more into the mindset of a doctor at the clinic,” he’s holding up the key he had sweet talked out of the security guard, “it’s a chance for me to get some practical experience. No one else will be around. Just you and me. Please?”
“…fine,” you sigh, as he kisses you again, “but you’ll behave?”
“Promise,” he grins — but you knew Satoru Gojo never behaved - especially when it came to you.
✴︎ a/n: my sister's practice asking me medical questions for an intake finally came in handy.
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Hiii!! I hope you're doing well.. I just wanted to ask if you could potentially make a fic of reader and Ona Batlle please?
shirt swap
ona batlle x reader (requested)
authors note: I am doing well, I hope you are as well. enjoy this fic :)
a draw in the champions league group stage against barcelona was enough for your team to be overjoyed.
personally, you were feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness.
a few weeks ago, ona batlle, one of the barcelona defenders, followed you on instagram.
curious, seeing that all of your soccer friends follow her on instagram, you followed her back.
after scrolling through her instagram pictures-- lets just say, you have a lot of attraction towards her.
your teammate convinced you to go and ask ona for her shirt, a foundation to start getting closer to the spanish woman.
seeing that ona was talking to your national teammate, kika, you walked up to them with a smile.
"y/n! its so nice to see you!" kika yells in portuguese, hugging and squeezing you as if you were going to vanish away.
"kika I can't breathe!" you squeak.
"I'm sorry!"
"ona have you met y/n before? y/n this is ona and ona this is y/n!" kika speaks in english.
"its nice to meet you, y/n." ona speaks with a smirk.
your breath could've been caught in your throat when ona grabs your hand, taking a kiss on your knuckles before pulling away.
kika didn't think much of it, until she saw your face get hot.
"its nice to meet you too, ona." you smirk.
"actually kika, I came over here to ask ona for her shirt." you look over at kika, pointing towards ona's shirt.
"oh my-- that's so nice." kika says with enthusiasm.
"I'd love to swap with you." ona says as she grabs the bottom of her shirt and pulls it over her head.
you do the same, making sure to fold the shirt handing it over to ona.
she gave you her barcelona jersey, and you were surprised when ona put your shirt on right away.
after you put her barcelona black away kit on, you looked over at kika who had the brightest smirk on her face.
she is definitely going to tease you about this in portugal for camp.
"you smell good." ona casually says, adjusting your shirt on her body as you smile.
"thank you, you do as well." you respond.
"I'm gonna go talk to esmee really quick..." kika says, nudging your shoulder with hers before she jogs over to the dutch woman by the benches.
now that kika is gone, you feel bolder about asking ona out-- or at least getting to talk to her more to lead up to that.
"I find this a little funny, since I followed you on instagram not too long ago." ona speaks up, stepping closer to you as you nodded your head.
"oh yeah, I remember that. it wasn't that long ago." you respond.
"don't tell any of the girls this, but can I get your phone number? I wanna start talking to you more." ona asks.
your heart could've exploded right there.
"oh definitely! I don't have a paper or my phone on me though." you say, going to pat your non-existent pockets on your shorts.
"let me go get mine, I'll be back." ona calls as she jogs away to the benches.
your head turned to look at kika by the benches, she started giggling along with esmee brugts beside her--- you shook your head at them for being so nosey.
"here, you can type it here." ona says, jogging back to you with the keypad on her phone ready.
"done." you quickly type your number in, giving her your phone number.
"do you want to go out sometime, maybe after we start talking for a bit?" you ask.
your club was in england, and her club was in spain-- but you'd be willing to fly back here to spain sometime or flying her out to come see you. she's played in england before so you know she'd have some comfort there.
"I'd love that. I was actually going to ask you but it's nice you got to first." ona giggled.
you smile brightly, the sound of her laughter is something you found cute.
"okay, I'll see you then." you say.
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three months later after that game, ona came to visit her old manchester united teammates in england.
on the last day before she left, she stopped by to see you at manchester city.
"hola!!" you squeal as ona threw herself into your arms.
for the last three months, the both of you have talked on the phone every evening.
the chemistry and compatibility between the both of you was undeniable, even from miles away.
"hey how have you been?!" ona asked, immediately running into your apartment and throwing herself on your couch.
"you know how I've been! I've been good." you say as you go into your kitchen.
"y/n you know what I mean." ona continues to lay on your couch, grabbing your remote and turning on your tv after a bit of struggle.
"okay okay-- well ona do you want anything to drink? I can make you coffee-- hot or iced-- I can make you a smoothie too, or I have water." you suggest.
"ou what smoothies do you have?" ona jumps up from your couch, keeping the remote on your coffee table as she comes towards you in your kitchen.
"I can make you a strawberry banana smoothie, mango, kiwi, peanut butter-- I have a lot of ingredients to make whatever you want." you say.
"I'll take banana." ona says.
"just banana?" you ask with a light smile.
"yup!" ona says with a *pop* on the ending.
"I got you." you say.
as you prepped her smoothie, ona started walking around your apartment.
you didn't mind it at all, since she is staying with you for the night until she catches her flight back to spain.
"you kept my jersey?" you hear ona call out from one your rooms.
you left the kitchen to go into your hallway, to see that ona was in your spare room.
you used that spare room as a room where you kept your vanity, gaming setup, and frames where you put player's jerseys in.
you have ona's jersey in one of those frames. her jersey was in-between marta's brazil jersey and messi's barcelona signed jersey.
"yes I did." you walked into the room, seeing her observing all of the jerseys you've gotten.
"why is mine beside messis?? do you think I'm on his level." ona laughed.
"I think you're better." you joked.
"oh shut up, don't even joke like that." the both of you laughed hard.
"ona, I highly value you, you're a great defender and play for barcelona of all teams!" you say.
you're playing for another club, so that's all you want to say about ona' club without betraying your club in manchester.
"you should come to barcelona, we need a right-back." ona smirks.
"someday, I really like manchester city now." you say.
"okay that's fair." ona responds.
there was a moment of silence as ona gave you a look you couldn't recognize.
you stood by the door, leaning on the frame as ona came closer to you.
you were a couple of inches taller than ona, so you looked down at her as she stopped in front of you.
nothing else was said as you both leaned in and kissed each other. you pulled away with a smirk as ona wrapped her arms around your waist.
"how long were you waiting to do that?" you asked, giggling as ona rested her head on your shoulder.
"since we did the shirt swap back in barcelona." ona responds, giving your shoulder a kiss as you rested your head on top of hers.
my masterlist is linked here if you wanna check out more fics <3
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My zine, 'Label Coining as an Artform', is finally done! Transcript/Image ID underneath (warning: it's long). Printed version in a reblog.
[Image ID: A series of pages in a zine. The text is handwritten, and all figures described are simplified stick figures.
Page 1: ‘LABEL COINING as an ARTFORM in large text. Below is the multicolored MOGAI wheel, with three figures taking pieces of the colors and using them for art: sculpting, cutting a piece of paper, and painting. Below is ‘a MOGAI (& LIOM!) zine by Elliot/Hesper aka @ crowdsourcedgender on tumblr. Under the text are five pride flags: aro-spec, veldian, alterhuman, xenoman, and schooldoodlic.
Page 2: ‘Label Coining’ in large pink text. ‘(in this context) is the act of creating a word (and usually flag) for a certain experience!’. Next to this text is a figure filled in with pink with a speech bubble full of pink shapes, talking to someone using a cane holding out a hand and expressing a question mark. Below reads ‘generally a queer experience, but does often include or incorporate disability, neurodivergence etc.’ A figure asks ‘Why?’ and the text reads ‘I would say these are the ‘core tenets’:’. In a cloud next to this text is a blue and purple pride flag with purple text reading: ‘like this cool prosopagnosia flag I made!’.
The bottom half of the page is split into two columns: ‘Understanding’ and ‘Community’. The first column has a purple arm amputee explaining a purple rectangle to another purple person who is thinking ‘that’s me!!’. Next to them another purple person is explaining the same rectangle to a blank person, who has a purple-filled thought bubble with a white exclamation mark. Underneath the drawing is text surrounded by question marks: ‘Labels help people understand what they are experiencing, and communicate this to others. It’s easier to explain something when it’s already been written down!” The second column has a purple person holding a purple umbrella. They are waving to a purple person in a wheelchair. A purple person is leading another one to the group. Underneath the drawing is text surrounded by connected dots: ‘People can unite under a shared label whether this group is big or small! Whether for practical purposes (like advice) or just for fun, having people like you is nice.
Page 3: ‘And these are just as important as ever! But I’ve noticed what I like to call COINING for the sake of CREATION’. This last phrase is in large, dark and light blue text. Two sun symbols are on either side. Below is the text: ‘Vexillology is very clearly an artform, but label coining has become something more (not to mention that not all new labels have flags!). It’s composed of multiple skills has become more than the sum of its parts. Any art captures an experience, but label coining is much more explicit about it. And not just people’s experience of their identity! Part of the art of label coining is incorporating other concepts too, e.g. Schooldoodlic A gender related to doodling on school work papers and/or your homework. By spirits-gender-coining on Tumblr.’ The text about Schooldoodlic is small and light teal. Next to the text is its flag.
Page 4: ‘Elements of Label Coining’. The text on this page is separated into four green boxes.
‘Naming: Coming up with the actual word can be tricky. Generally, labels with lots of elements get more leeway with length. It’s important to check that a label isn’t already a word as well.’ Next to this text is more rough, dark green text reading ‘Premade suffixes + prefixes help! And latin (for some languages) as it’s possible to intuit meaning!’ Around the text is a few examples: ‘-vesil’ ‘-musica’ ‘an-’ ‘quoi-’
‘Flag making: Also known as vexillology, this is a pretty big deal. It’s also the most fun for me! You develop a really good sense of color from spending so much recoloring the same three stripes.’ Next to the text is 6 versions of the same pride flag, each with slightly different colors, with a 7th final version with a symbol.
‘Symbol making: Most flags don’t have symbols, but they’re good for groups of labels under a certain umbrella, or just if you have a really good idea.’ Next to this is rough, dark green text reading: ‘I drew three semirealistic flowers for a flag and ended up only using one’ with sad face. Under it is a drawing of a daisy, a pink coneflower, and lavender, which is circled.
‘Descriptions/formatting: Explanations can be artistic in their own right, and formatting is fun to mess with: many people have their own style. Make sure it’s accessible: add image IDs and plain text where applicable. There are a lot of good resources online!’ In dark green text is the phrase ‘Accessibility over Aesthetics’ with an image of a key on top and sparkles below.
Underneath the boxes in light green text is ‘Note: in the right context, any of these can be optional!’
Page 5: ‘If it wasn’t clear, I think this is AWESOME’. Awesome is in large text with yellow radiating lines. Underneath is ‘I’m a MOGAI coiner myself (generally) with about 65 coins at time of drawing. Using something I made, I wanted to demonstrate what a label coining might look like!’ Underneath is four versions of the same pride flag as well as a description, with ‘flag!’ ‘stripe meanings (I don’t normally do these)’ ‘symbol’ ‘name’ ‘pre-existing format’ and ‘experience’ labelled. The description reads ‘[Image ID was here] Human non-conforming (HNC). Human non-conforming (HNC, similar to gender non-conforming) is an umbrella label encompassing all identities and subcultures that somehow incorporate nonhuman elements in any way.’
Page 6: ‘The thing I love most about the label coining community is just that- the community! The way coiners and users interact, as well as how coiners can work together, is wonderful. There are 5 large words each with an associated doodle.
‘Requesting’: A figure leaning on forearm crutches has a speech bubble with yellow shapes exploding out of it. Another figure is taking shapes down from the bubble and forming it into a ball.
‘Collecting’: A figure is pulling a yellow cart with a large cloth bag labelled ‘LABELS’. They have stars in their eyes, and are looking at another person who is gesturing to a yellow rectangle.
‘Collaborating’: Two figures, one with orange speech and one with yellow speech and an AAC tablet are discussing, with many shapes and lines intermingling to make a fragmented rectangle.
‘Combining’: A figure in a grey hijab pulls down a lever. They are standing next to a large blender mixing orange and yellow liquids. On either side is bright yellow lightning.
‘Redesiging’: A small star with four radial lines coming out of it becomes more and more complex, indicated by black arrows.
Under the words is the text: ‘I’ve never participated, but there’s this amazing event called: COINFIGHT. Hosted by @ kiruliom on Tumblr. It’s inspired by artfight, and it involves coining labels for other people- but competitive-ish!’ Coinfight is in large, text with a crescent moon with stars at the top right corner, and a star at the bottom left.
Page 7: ‘I don’t think there’s anything like finding a label that finally fits you, or hearing that something you made did that for someone else.’ Under is a figure looking at an orange flower with light lines, then forming elements of the flower into a bubble, then showing an orange rectangle to another figure, with orange tendrils reaching towards them, forming the shape of a heart. Below is the text ‘There are a lot of things like pouring out your heart- or just having fun- while making or collecting label. I coin in the same mind I sketch and color and shade.’ On each side is a pen drawing an orange figure with a red shirt, and a tablet with an orange and red flag. Under this is ‘Label coining is an artform both like and unlike any other, and I’m proud to participate in it. I hope that if you want to, you can join me. And if that’s not your thing- thanks for reading!’ There is a drawing of a figure with dark grey wings holding up two fingers. Next is a ‘<2’ heart and ‘elliot’ as a signature. In smaller text next to these is ‘Thank you to the creators whose work is featured in this zine! Credit on the next page. Remember to keep this wonderful community and artform accessible to all!’
Page 8: ‘Credit’: This section has a pride flag next to each label. ‘Aromantic-spectum, @ theflagarchive on Tumblr. Turian, @ kenochoric on Tumblr. Schooldoodlic, @ spirits-gender-coining on Tumblr. Xenoman, @ ryanyflags on Tumblr. MOGAI symbol, Pride-Flags on DeviantArt. Alterhuman, @ vaestra on Tumblr. (the flag on pg. 4 is Wildflowergender). ‘About making this zine’: ‘I really, really regret handwriting this. Drawing over Helvetica Neue for so long might change my actual handwriting, [more rough:] which looks like this! According to Artstudio Pro, I took 14 hours! I barely planned this before starting, the color wheel theme and the people doodles. /End ID]
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