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hehe my p*rents went to bed early so i get the house to myself the rest of the night :3c
#tbis is really nice#it’s quiet#and now i get to sit under a fan#it’s nice and cool in here now#just me and my cat reading a book#she enjoys the quiet too#someday it’ll be like this all the time. i’m sure of it#no one else up to bother either of us#just her enjoying a nap and me enjoying a book or a game#as cool as i want inside …#:3 that sounds nice#im gonna make some tea#that’ll also be really nice#snow.txt
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A PressureBeast for day 10 of @hermitadaymay !!
#my art#Hermitcraft#hermitcraft fanart#stressmonster#stressmonster101#stressmonster fanart#stressmonster101 fanart#she was SUPER fun to draw! Honestly I’m sad so much of her got covered up by such chunky clothes I was really happy with my shapes!#Also sadly I’ve resigned to having missed drawing Skizz… I hope to go back and get the ones I miss at the end of the month#so far I’ve only fully missed Skizz and TFC since I put the little extra keralis in xB’s so the list of things I didn’t get is fairly short#and I’m not busy much of tomorrow so I hope to get a head start on some of the upcoming ones#I’m VERY excited to draw pearl with her mail carrier fit and the solar punk stuff- I LOVE solar punk it’s so fun so that’ll be nice to draw#and I’ve got Sundays planned and hope to at least start on it tomorrow because I have work on Sunday.#ANYWAYS have an art
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can i get some criticism on my gesture drawings? I struggle with motion in my art.
while i was drawing these, i figured out what people mean when they talk about muscles flowing in the pose. I just just figured that out though so i would definitely like tips on how to apply that etc
Reference photos taken from line-of-action.com
#Art criticism#art#I think once i figure out gesture for realsizes and can visualize the whole skeletal structure well (rn i can only really apply the skull)#i could consider myself an intermediate artist#I bet that’ll take a year?#somewhere around there#i’m excited for that personal milestone#Also currently super depressed so im hoping throwing myself into my art will help. If i dont have hope for my future at least i can have—#—hope that i can make nice shapes in a few months lmao#My medication has helped me wake up earlier but it hasn’t made me any less sad unfortunately#i just started it 2 months ago though so that might change#sorry for oversharing 😔
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just scheduled like two weeks off - may not get it but also hehe
#personal#fingers crossed but any time off would be nice#i still need to update what happened with my mom but just talking about it was 40 minutes to gg and audrey that’ll be a massive post#not really but also FEELS massive to explain at least some of the events
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Taxes are filed!!! Now I just need to go to the dmv on Friday to switch the plates to my new car and renew my license and that’s all the “adult things” I need to do for a long time, for the first time since like January I can actually fucking relax oh my god
#and also focus on building up my savings again without having to put money towards fees and moving expenses#that’ll feel really nice and I think it’ll help with the guilt I feel every time I buy something that’s not a ‘necessity’#kaz rambles
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Anywho am very eepy g’nite everybody MWAAAH
#zombvibes never shuts up#i’ll probably forget everything tomorrow that’ll be a nice surprise to wake up to#also all of this ship talk makes wanna make more ship stuff but i always wanna make more ship stuff so…nothing really special here
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Massages are great bc the pain doesn’t so much go away as just shift around
#I scheduled a second appointment for a month from now so hopefully that’ll help#but MAN like. explicitly not to sexualise anything she did but I really would love to date someone who was into touching my legs#not even necessarily a massage tho that would be nice but like. just touch em. sexy times or not.#I’m very self-conscious about them and also bc I have some very big very strong muscles there they get Tight#and like. literally every partner I’ve had has kind of avoided touching them#and it just kind of bums me out you know?#so anyway if u like fat dudes with thunder thighs hmu#bramble bramble
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my brain hates me so much today 😖
#long day#my tinnitus is relentless. I have a headache that won’t leave. I’ve been in a loud hotel lobby all day. just feeling everything too much#I went out and got some little thc edibles I’m gonna secretly take after my little bro finishes his chess matches for the day#also got some pizza that’ll prob be cold by the time I start in on it but oh well#god my head is bad. my hearing is bad today. all the loud noises are washing together and I can’t concentrate on anything#also also we booked a hotel room. was supposed to be 2 beds. dunno what happened buuuut it’s only the one bed 😬#everything else is booked. apparently there’s also a baseball tournament in town so lots of families#probably gonna try to sleep on this weird long chair thing unless my bro wants to share a bed#I feel so stupid saying I’m burnt out#just kinda spent the day sitting around awash in loud noises and couldn’t get un-drowsy for most of the day#oof. boy. what a mess.#I’ve just been burnt out for weeks and I thought this little trip would be a nice distraction#but really it’s just me already on edge not able to even enjoy sitting around all day#one of these days I’ll get that real good sleep and I’ll wake up so refreshed and my tinnitus will be minimal & I won’t be nauseas all day#this isn’t important#you can ignore this#okay I love you goodbye forever#text
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i got my smash bros posters printed this is so cool
#mayor talk#mayor doidles#i guess. whateves#i was nervous to contact my college print shop and show them my personal art#but they really don’t care nobody does#in fact the guy that gave me them said they were sick. plus another guy that saw me trimming them#so that was nice#anyway it’ll be cool to get a proper frame for them since i believe they deserve it#but that’s not in the funds at the moment…#i have more i wanna print [namely my evillious series] but that’ll be next week because again funds#and also i don’t wanna ask them to do a bunch of personal stuff o mine back to back#but mainly the money stuff. food is good
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Ordered nice clothes for the first time in my life and damn why is stuff so expensive
#it’s part of my birthday present I’m not even the one paying for it#but still physically painful to order dress pants I’ll wear maybe a couple times a year#and they cost almost as much as my Tripp pants#but I want a nice outfit for interviews or fancy dates#I just never have nice clothes when I need them#I got two shirts one black one red and some black pants and socks#a watch and this leather suit jacket that I love#and a black tie#ghost rambles#I was looking at dress shoes too but honestly I don’t see myself Needing them#like I don’t do anything That fancy and also dress shoes are so ugly#I have some decently nice shoes that’ll match#I’m really excited tho I hope the stuff fits properly
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I think I’ve finally mastered gouache!?
#at least the painting skin part#I’ve spend like six hours today on a portrait for my friend#but it turned out so freaking cool#there’s and open mouth with teeth even#I did the sketch last week and was having a bad art day so I stopped#then when I picked it up today I actually hardly had to fix any proportions at all#but I think my mantra for the skin really is#1) if I think it’s light enough add more white#2) if I think it’s about the right hue add more red to tone down the yellow#at least for this one that helped a lot#I’m looking forward to giving it to her so much now#it’s lee dong wool from that scene with the oil in bad and crazy#so it’s not like her other birthday drawings that are like nice to have hanging on your wall#bc he looks deranged#but I’m also really proud I managed to capture that#ahh very nice#haven’t painted in forever so now my elbow hurts?? and my wrist kinda but that’s not surprising#I’m playing volley tmr so that’ll be fun I’m sure#me
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hello hello!!
i posted about it earlier but i went for a walk today
it was really nice and my brain needed it! my mental health has been kinda icky lately, idk why, peaks and valleys y’know? sometimes i just gotta weather the storm.
but anyways, on my walk i listened to sundowning and tpwbyt
and i daydreamed about getting to hug vessel, and how good of a hug he’d give. like in my head he’s wrapping his arms around tight and not letting go until you do
and because my brain has been bad vibes lately, and levitate started playing, i was openly fighting to not sob in public lmao
tears started falling so i said fuck it and let them be but like man? why’d i have to do myself like that?
anyways i hope you’ve been good! I can’t wait to see your finished cardigan, those skull squares are dope
Hihi!! I saw this last night but I didn’t have the spoons to answer, sorry. I was also going through it yesterday, tbh. I’m at the end of my cycle🙃 so my adhd brain is way worse then normal, and even the things I want to do are getting done sluggishly and with more effort on my part.
I too day dream about Vessel (all of them as well) just holding me, so I get that. I really get that. Mind is usually when I’m trying to sleep tho, so my go to thoughts are about getting squished in a cuddle pile lol.
I’m sorry you had a cry in public tho, that’s always the worst, cause yeah your body needs it in the moment, and like, I’ve never personally judged anyone who’s cries in public before, but I feel like when it’s me?? Always someone who is rude is around for it, oof. I hope no one gave you shit for it!! And I hope it was at least cathartic for you🖤.
#hihi!!!#ahhhhh. I live out in the middle of no where. so I don’t go for walks. I wish I had a place I liked to take a walk around here but our yard#really hilly and people just fly down our gravel road without a care in the world#so I can’t walk comfortably there by myself. I also feel like someone might try to stop and talk to me cause that’s just the kinda place we#live in and honestly. no. thank you. even if it’s someone I know I wouldn’t want them to stop and talk to me😭#yeah idk where I was going with this… adhd brains tricks again#I have to clean the bathrooms now and do dishes…. and put away laundry *sigh* I’ll have a coffee soon tho and that’ll be nice#maybe I will journal on the back pourch later!! that might be fun#I feel like it’s getting cold enough that maybe the wasps will be gone soon and that would be heaven#I’m so scared of wasps anddddd I’m rambling again oops ok byyyyeeee I hope you have a good day!!!
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Sleep well, amour.
Parings: Alastor x reader
Summary: You’ve been very intrested in Alastor ever since you met him. He invites you to see his recording studio, which you accept. Then you ask if you can stay and listen to him host! While listening, you fall asleep. How does he react?
Word count: 2844
Warnings: Ummm not really much? Alastor being Alastor! One mention of not being able to sleep sometimes, mention of seeing people in hell doing dr*gs, k*lling eachother, and fighting, mention of reader having bad social skills (?)
part two
A/N: UM!! this is my first time writing for alastor, so apologies if it isn’t the best. Please give me any feedback you want, I’d love to hear it! Also sorry for any spelling mistakes. I hope you enjoy :’)
Alastor the radio demon. You know of the things he’s done, you know that people are quite literally terrified of him. But for some reason... you feel a certain way towards him that you can’t describe, but it’s surely not fear.
You’ve had a some-what odd admiration of him since you landed in hell, only a few months ago. You got spotted by Charlie when you first got to hell. She noticed you looking around nervously and lost, and put two and two together that you must be new. She very kindly introduced herself which was refreshing because.. well.. it’s hell. Everywhere you looked people were fighting, doing drugs, and even killing each other. You were glad there were kind people even down here.
“Hi, you! Uh, you lost?” Charlie smiled you and waved.
“Um yeah! I’m guessing this is hell, huh?” You awkwardly chuckle. Social skills weren’t ever your thing, it seems they haven’t got better after you died, either.
“Yep! This is hell! You must be new? I’m Charlie! Charlie Morningstar. It’s so nice to meet you.” She smiled and stuck out her hand for you to shake.
“Nice to meet you, Charlie! My names Y/n.” You politely smiled back and shook her hand.
After that meeting, Charlie showed you to the hotel in which you eagerly accepted to stay at, her being the only sane thing you’ve seen down here. It was a pretty nice place, no 5 star hotel like back on earth, but it was something you’re very grateful for. Who knows what would’ve happened to you if you haven’t met her.
While she was showing you around, someone caught your eye. He was a tall man, very polite and respectful looking. He was dressed head to toe in old fashioned attire, with a cane to suit his charming look. He was smiling in a way that made you look at him like he was something you wanted to inspect under a magnifying glass.
He glanced at you and smiled larger, stepping over to you and Charlie.
“My, my! What do we have here? Charlie! You didn’t tell me that we’ve got more guests? It’s a pleasure to meet you, my dear! The names Alastor!” He spoke politely.
His voice was sort of.. Radio-like? You found it soothing.
“Haha yeah! I found them wandering around on the street this morning! They’re a newcomer, their name is Y/n.” She spoke back, excited to introduce you.
“Y/n! Well, my, my. That’s quite a lovely name!” He said. “Say.. do you listen to radio? I host a brilliant radio broadcast that’ll give you some real insight on this place!” He said enthusiastically.
“Oh.. haha thank you” You smile. “I do actually! I love radio shows.” You immediately feel drawn towads him. You cant tell if it’s just the new scenery or what.. but you want to just sit and chat with him for hours.
Alastor perks up at that. “Oh you do, do you?” He smiled more.
“Yeah! Back when I was.. uhm.. alive, I actually had a whole playlist of them! What do you do your show about?” You ask.
Alastor is delighted to have you take interest in his show. “Well, dear, I do all sorts of things on there! Yes, yes, you think of it and I’ve most probably done it! Most commonly known is the souls I entrap and prison, as I broadcast their screams of horror all over this horrible place and people get to hear the noises of their never-ending torture and demise. But! I also just made a wonderful segment on my mother’s Jambalaya recipe!” He stated.
While part of those sentences gave you chills, you still seemed to take interest in him.
“Well,” you chuckle. “I will certainly check it out!” You smile.
“Ah! Wonderful news, my dear.” He said while he twirled his cane.
Charlie was watching you interact with him and noticed how you looked at him, as if admiring. She smile and said, “well! We better finish the tour.”
She motions for you to follow her and you do, waving Alastor goodbye.
He waves back and yells, “goodbye, sweetheart! Lovely to have met you.”
After that, you wanted absolutely everything to do with him. You’ve also got to know the other people staying at the hotel. Angel, Vaggie, Husk, Niffty, and Sir Pentious. They were overall kind people. Husk found your interest in Alastor to be no good.
“Yeah, no. That, whatever thing you have created in your mind about him, isn’t true. He’s vile, Y/n. Trust me on that.” He grunts.
Angel thought you had some kind of kink towards “scary, creepy men.” Which wasn’t true because you didn’t even find him scary. You found him charming.
“Ah.. Alastor? Fucking sexy weirdo if I do say so myself. He’s got some reaaal problems but hey, if you’re into that-“ You cut him off by saying it wasn’t like that & that you don’t think anything sexual towards him.
One day, you were talking to Sir Pentious about his “crush” on Cherry Bomb. He completely denied it but you could tell from his blush and his nervous demeanour that he was very interested in her.
You were caught off guard when you heard that radio voice coming up from behind you.
“Y/n, my dear! I have a question for you.” Alastor came and stood beside you, looking down from where you’re sitting.
“Al! Hey, what’s up?” You ask, containing your excitement.
Sir Pentious excused himself quickly, seeing one of his “egg boys” were being played with by Niffty. She isn’t one to be gentle.
“So, I know how you’ve been listening to my radio show as of late, and I was wondering if you’d like to see where the magic happens!” He states.
“R-really? I’d be honoured!” You say, smiling.
“Ah! Lovely. Come now, this way.”
You get up and he locks arms with you and chats about his new microphone that he got.
Once you guys arrive, you’re shocked. It looks very professional and comfortable. It suits him heavily. There’s a big open window, a desk, some chairs and sofas, a bunch of technical stuff on the desk along with his new mic that you recognize from his descriptions, and a deer coat hanger?
“Wow, Alastor. This place is so actually so sick. I love it. And the new microphone suits you!” You say. “Thank you for showing me, really.”
Typically, Alastor would never show someone something personal of his, including his studio, but you are an exception. He isn’t sure what it is about you but he doesn’t seem to hate you as much as he does with anyone else. At first he was weirded out, but now he just embraces it. He also feels protective of you. He doesn’t know exactly why you’re even down here. For as far is he can tell, you’re an angel. Always being kind even to those who aren’t kind to you, always saying “please” and “thank you,” all that jazz. Jazz! You even like jazz music, his favourite. He told you that he lived on earth the time jazz music was popular. The 20’s and 30’s. That explains his vocabulary and how he dresses. You just find it more interesting and take time to ask questions about what it was like in that time.
“Why of course, my dear! If I’d want to show anyone here, it would be you.” He says, giving you his iconic smile.
You have a thought. “Hey, Al? Would it be alright if the next time you do a show, I could stay and listen?”
You hope he doesn’t think this is odd.
Alastor raises a brow. “Why would you want to do that?” He asks.
You panic, thinking you went too far by asking and now he’s going to cut you off or something.
“Ha! Kidding, sweetheart! Of course you can. I love when my broadcast is wanted to be listened to. Though I love it as well when they don’t want to.” He says.
You’re relieved, a bit scared, but still relieved.
“Say!” He says. “I was going to make one tonight talking about this silly technology box that thinks he is better than me! You know, expose all his lies and secrets to my listeners, and unwilling listeners. Maybe broadcast it all throughout hell!” He starts laughing manically. Then calms down and stares at you.
“Would you want to stay and listen, hm? I can do it now! I didn’t have any plans today going forward and well, getting it out sooner is better than later, I always say.” He asks.
You know he’s talking about Vox when he mentioned the technology box. Him and Vox have a sort of rivalry going on. Though Alastor seems to not care much about him, Vox is sure obsessed. He’s even gone so far as to making posters about him. Which areee.. not much of a resemblance.
This offer strikes you and you immediately perk up. “Yes! I’d love to.” You say.
You don’t think Alastor knows this but whenever you’re struggling to sleep, you put on his radio show and his voice comforts you to sleep. You’re sure if you told him, he would find it weird.
Little did you know, Alastor already knew. He walked past your room one night and heard static sounds coming from your quarters. He immediately was intrigued and put his ear close to your door to hear his voice. He was surprised, but not weirded out. He found it delightful that you found comfort in his voice. It’s not everyday someone does. Usually it invokes terror and anxiety on anyone who hears. This was new, and he didn’t hate it.
“Lovely! Let me get all set up. You can sit wherever you feel the most comfortable!” He says, adjusting his mic and pressing a buttons on his table.
You find a spot and sit down. Feeling honored to even be in the same room as him, let alone HIS room.
“Ahem! Welcome ladies and gentlemen-“ He goes off into his introduction, before winking at you and starting.
After about 20 minutes, you begin to feel tired and put your head on the side of the wall, still listening but with your eyes closed.
Alastor immediately notices and smirks, knowing how his voice effects you. He continues on and after about another 20 minutes, he finishes up. You’re asleep, slightly smiling.
He walks over to you and looks down.
“My, my. You really are an interesting one, aren’t you?” He whispers. He smiles more softly than he usually does and looks around to find a purple blanket hanging on his deer coat hanger, and gently places it on you.
He feels his heart fluttering while looking down at you and he immediately shrugs it off.
“Mm well, my dear.. I guess you can stay here. I’ll just be over there, transferring my broadcast to the other radios around town.” He says and points to his table.
“Sleep well, amour.” He speaks softly.
#:alastor#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel alastor#alastor x reader#alastor the radio demon x reader#the radio demon x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#alastor x reader hazbin hotel#hes so pookie bear guys UGUHG#i love him sm#my works#alastor imagine#hazbin hotel imagine#alastor x you
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Sorry if this is intrusive, but I'm the same way and sometimes its comforting to know someone else experiences similar feelings. I'm sorry you're feeling like this rn, I know how much it sucks and how difficult it is to not be so hard on yourself. I hope you feel better
It’s just one of those weeks rn. A lot’s been happening and not happening when it should etc. etc. so it’s been harder to deal with, you know? I’m feeling a bit better, I talked it out with the person the situation was revolving around and I actually might’ve made a new friend from the ordeal? So I’m still glad my impulses did what they do best, even if it caused me a lot of grief in the moment!!
Thank you so much for your kind words, you’re not being intrusive at all! I quite appreciate stuff like this, and while things had simmered down and I didn’t actively need the comfort anymore, it IS very nice to know there’s others like me out there in the future! :o)))
#ask#chaoticstanley#I’ve had such a full schedule this whole weekend and a huge thing that was supposed to happen yesterday got rescheduled half an hour before#the set time for it and pushed to two weeks from now#plus I’m an afab person who gets periods so of course that had started RIGHT on my birthday (Which ALSO happened during this whole mess)#so my hormones are straight up wack yo.#but my husband has the week off this week so I’ll hopefully get to spend more time with him so that’ll be nice#and I’m planning on finally finishing BOTW so I can maybe buy myself TOTK with my birthday money!!!#and I’ve started a painting I’ve planned for over a year which is going to be really fun to do too finally!!!#just a lot happening!!!!! so much to do!!!!!!!
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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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“...What’s going to happen to me?” they ask. “To us. In the future. I know you know.”
The owl twists her head left, then right. Then she rests her chin on her lion-like paws. “Long has nature sought to balance divinity. The First Gods realized their own mistakes too late, and wept for the world.”
The ibis says, “The terminus of divinity is Death. The Lamb, the godkiller to end all others.”
The raven says, “Light must cast shadow. There can be no end without a beginning.”
The owl leans forward, yellow round eyes fixed on them. “You will bring balance. You must if this world is to continue.” She stretches, cat-like claws briefly extending as she does. “But you have other duties to tend to, Lamb.”
#cult of the lamb#narilamb#cotl fanfic#***SPOILERS AHEAD***#every single time this story updates i struggle to write down the emotions it evokes in me that isn’t just keysmashing and sobbing#it depicts their love indescribably well given the foundation that’s been set so whenever hamal or nari thinks of their love for each other#i fucking believe it. man i feel it hard#like my heart smiled along with ratau and the others when they mention marriage bc they feel like my babies too and im so proud of them TuT#then my heart dropped when midas appeared but it got better when he got socked and bitten lmao good job lamb#gonna assume the sphynxes are confirming lamb has to begrudgingly save the bishops too which is gonna be SUPER interesting in this series#bc it’s done so well expressing the sheer hatred they have for them and i utterly empathize bc of what happened in nativity#masterful writing. really made you feel the weight of the sheep genocide. even if it only focused on the last three sheeps#and gosh i had tears when hamal felt the wind and knew nari was there beside them. it clearly helped them during the battle#even after midas underhanded attempt at payback#fighting scene was also nicely concise and i followed it easily. love imagining nari whizzing around them like a shadow while they fight#and i adore the whole scene where hamal attempts to resurrect him then and there#good that neftis is watching in awe bc this is utterly deserving of it. tbh i just have a lot of love for how much weight this story—#-gives the main game’s lore.#PSYCHED AF for the next chapter for power couple shenanigans. i wanna see these two rub their undying love and devotion in her face <3#red star of ruin my beloved you are truly one of a kind- a fic that’ll live in my mind forever even if i ever leave cotl#im especially grateful to read this after a rough week <3<3<3#addition +#fic
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