#pain dr

[shotmrmiller]

size difference where the one afraid to fuck you is simon. he thinks you soft. which is what you are. soft. fragile. small.

you're not like him. nothing like the guys. battle-scarred. muscles carved by relentless missions, scars that speak of duty.

your skin divots under his fingers, yielding to his weathered touch and if he squeezes hard enough, you'll have marks by morning. (he needs to be careful, he can't hurt you, won't—)

and so simon watches you touch yourself in the beginning, clever fingers swirling over your slippery clit with practiced movements even though his cock is straining against his trousers painfully. he can hear you mewl his name through bitten lips and it takes all of his self control to not tug his jeans off, slot himself between your spread, inviting thighs and push— stretch open your fluttering walls, so hot and slick, until he meets resistance, until he can push no more but—

he can't. you'd hurt. and he'd hurt because he hurt you. he won't.

after, when your eyes are heavy lidded, mouth slightly parted in exertion, you remind him that you aren't made of glass. that you won't break. you'll shatter— in the way you do when his tongue replaces your fingers— but not break.

"not a virgin either, for christ's sake," you groan.

maybe he's thinking too hard about it. he knows your teeth have edges, knows your bite is swift when deserved. but all he's truly good at is making things give. biology made it so with his bulky frame and raw mass.

his eyes trace the contour of your collarbone. delicate. then it darts to the pulse on your wrist. vital. his hands, the size of dinner plates don't coax. they demand. he'd snap you like a twig, leaving nothing but splintered remains in his wake.

you don't seem to mind, however. it slightly alarms him. where's your self-preservation? do you enjoy pain? is this some masochistic thing?

he looks at you, all glassy eyed and dewy skinned (ethereal; you're practically glowing under the soft light of the full moon that paints the room silver) and he thinks of how it's going to take work to make it work. his cock is large (he's seen the guys' eyes pop out of their heads in the showers once they caught a glimpse of what's between his legs) but you're persistent in the end. one too many nights of having him without having him.

he understands. simon knows better than most what it's like to yearn. to want and not have. he'd cause you pain by not giving in, and cause pain by giving in. damned if he does, damned if he doesn't.

so he caves. promises to go slow. careful.

"i can take it," you bravely say but he's barely pressing himself to your entrance and you're already making noises that tug at his pathetic little heart. the way your teeth sink into your bottom lip-- you look so pretty, how'd a twisted creature like him get someone like you to come home to-- as his cock fills you has him feeling lightheaded. it takes every ounce of self control to not sink into your heat, to hook your legs around his thick waist and let gravity do the rest.

an unsteady hand weaves its way down to your stuffed cunt, fingers splitting into a vee, feeling how he splits your puffy lips, and the view makes him buck his hips involuntarily.

his hands tighten around your calves when you keen, a high pitched noise that swells the lust he feels burning white hot at the base of his spine, tips of his fingers, deep within his loins. he feels ready to burst.

and he's only halfway in.

your voice cuts through the ringing in his ears. "m-more, simon, c'mon," the n is low and drawn out.

his fingers bite into your flesh as he pushes slow, oh so slowly, until your vise-like cunt envelops him completely. the sibilant hiss you let out makes his hair stand on end. (shame pricks at his nerves like a thousand tiny needles when his cock twitches at the sound of your slightly pained moans)

simon doesn't move, feeling your swollen walls around his cock ripple, tighten and slacken, like it's got a pulse of its own. he could be here, in you, cock deep in paradise for the rest of time.

"fuck me," you warble out, hand rubbing your swollen clit to well up the pleasure that's being smothered by the searing pang of discomfort.

when simon cants his hips back, he watches his cock come out of you, glistening with slick. his jaw aches from how hard he's clenching it. control. got to keep it slow, gentle. slow, simon, slow, slow--

"harder."

he feels the sudden sharp sting of your nails and jerks forward in surprise, filling you completely in one fast movement.

your moan this time is needy, thick with want, arousal dripping from your voice as it does your pussy, coating him in creamy white, a frothy ring at the root.

simon can see the barest of bumps below your navel, or maybe he's seeing things, your hot cunt putting him in a state of delirium but the way you take all of his cock and continue to beg for more, beg him to fuck you like he means it even though he's twice if not thrice your size well...

you'll just have to forgive him on the finger-shaped bruises they're going to be on your body after.

(you'd looked so cheeky before he flipped you onto your knees, grabbing onto your delicate neck like a lifeline as he pulled your hips to meet his. you'd taken him easier here, cunt sodden with slick but the angle had him reaching a devastating depth no one else could ever dream of reaching and even though it'd sprung tears to the corners of your eyes at the pinch, "mama ain't raise no bitch.")

[blanc-ci]

Have you guys seen this absolutely insane photo of De and Shatner

I…

I want to know the context

Why is he arching and moaning

[wyrmswears]

hey so. click for quality.

speedpaint under cut:

[spaceistheplaceart]

can't feel it.

(during HL2VRAI, in which the AIs now know that Gordon is the player... but still dislike seeing him hurt)

BEGIN ID:

A grayscale HLVRAI comic. Gordon is crouched down next to Tommy at some point in time, Tommy is holding a medkit and is worried. Gordon has a cut on his knee. Gordon says: "I'm fine! I can't feel anything that happens in the game. Remember?" with a smile. Some time later, Gordon is firing at combine, stalkers, and manhacks in City 17. Bullets fly by him as he yells behind him: "Don't worry about me, I can't feel it! Just run!" Gordon is a little scuffed on his face. Some time later again, Gordon is bruised and bloodied with bullet marks on his HEV suit. He has a black eye and on the opposite cheek there is blood coming from a cut. His hair is messy. He waves his hand dismissively, smiling and saying: "D-don't worry, I can't feel it. Ah-haha!..." Bubby is behind him and looks slightly concerned. Suddenly Dr. Coomer hugs Gordon. Gordon frowns, lip trembling, as he sinks down to his knees while Dr. Coomer holds him. We then see the player in his real life gaming room, on his knees, holding nothing. He says: "I can't feel it..." he's shaking.

END ID:

[sharlinefreire]

ok, there's a famous meme in brazil about house md and i don't know if there is an english version for this meme, so i'll try to translate as best i can:

every episode of house md is like

> the patient arrives the hospital.

> the patient is a prostitute or a religious fanatic.

> dr. house attends the patient. she's very sick.

“dr. house, we don't know what to do!! she's bleeding from her eyes!!”

“do the exams, you idiot”

> dr. house will talk with the patient.

“you're stupid. fuck you.”

“dr. house, i hate youuu!! please heal meeee!!”

> cameron, chase and foreman come back to the room.

“dr. house, all the exams were negative. she's gonna die in 2 hours if we do nothing!! will be game over for her.”

“hmmm... game over... oh, there's a gameboy in her ass, that's the problem!”

“dr. house, you're an idiot, but we will check if there really is a gameboy in her ass.”

> they found the gameboy in her ass.

“oh my god, dr. house!! you were right. how did you know that?”

“the gameboys pikachu edition released in 1997 had an iodine-based battery, which if inserted in the butt makes your eyes bleed”

> the patient, cured, enters in the room.

“i was wrong about you, dr. house”

“fuck you, you're a whore! life is pain!!”

> dr. house go to lunch and flirt with dr. wilson <3

> the end.

[ineedhjalp]

*cradles fictional character’s face in my hands* *gently kisses their forehead* i’m going to make you wish you were never born

[emiruu-u]

-master's first student-

Ayy the first proper comic I ever made! Fully rendered too :3

Took me like half a month to make i think? But it was super fun I'm definitely doing this again in the future!!

Also added a lil comfort at the end to help balance out the angst,,, God please ninjago writers let them be happy

[fluffylord]

TWELFTH DOCTOR I THE ZYGON INVERSION

[cable-salamdr]

Geo stuff because I miss him and I’m salty about a lack of backstory so I’m putting him through my own backstory regiment instead: Misery

+ A vague timeline because I realized maybe making a solid ref for myself is… not that bad of an idea

- Geo’s hair getting dyed dark is like, to remove him from looking “too geckle” (I know that they don’t have hair shush) and they didn’t let him cut it because why would they?

- The reason why Geo is actually really strong is not only because of his genetics (the Munce side, I suppose) but also because he has literally been doing that for a long period of his life. I might make some more stuff that has to do with his backstory (and I’d love to hear what other people’s ideas are!!).

But the gist is. to me, Geo has come a long way to where he is when we actually first see him in DR.

[littlemisslittlemiss]

Inspired by @/Hench4L on Twitter :D

[thetorturedlovergirl]

Twelveclara and the big soft puppy eyes they make specially for each other in moments of pain.

[fatal-blow]

alright well not only did i potentially diagnose a friend today but another just thanked me for the recommendation so im just gonna fucking. post about this

if you are flat-footed/overpronate you prolly need insoles

the short of it is that roughly one quarter of the population have an anatomical variation in their foot structure that unbalances you. 75% of the population have feet with three points of contact, forming a stable tripod. people with Morton's Foot only have two, which is sorta like walking around on ice skates all the time

this can cause widespread pain.

standing and walking are meant to be passive actions. when standing straight, you should be able to relax nearly every muscle in your body. when you're unbalanced, your muscles are constantly flexed just so you don't topple over. you're literally expending way more effort than the average person just to stand up.

(see, two points of contact makes you a better sprinter, so evolution greenlit this one. yay us!)

but there's good news! the fix is very simple, and will not cost you three thousand dollars!

check out this website

which is very old and which i got out of one of the textbooks I've been reading. it'll give you more information about what I'm talking about, and you can get insoles for a really reasonable price.

if you're on a budget or skeptical tho, buy some moleskin from the store (pharmacy section) and cut out a rectangle to stick in your shoe, like this

it'll do functionally the same thing as the insoles, which is provide that third point of contact and stabilize your posture. it's literally the simplest fix in the world and not a single healthcare professional I've asked about it has ever heard about it, which has never once failed to send me into a ballistic rage

[smuby]

I am literally allergic to posting things normally here. Also kid Goku design by sporkks as per usual (hi sporkks if you see this)

[fireguardianblog]

This DID NOT age well

Not at ALL

Not one bit

[rottingraisins]

2 more old man drawings (+ a speedpaint) if u want

[riseandfallofsecunit]

“Ratthi, I really need you to get this shrapnel out of my knee joint.”