#before it gets trimmed down!

[meltedmush]

Dumbass thought but shizun (sy) x Tony the tiger

I’M CRYING

[bonefall]

maybe with the ending.. make it be like the link between Breezepelt's leaving to join Kin and his POV in AVOS? of course from Nightcloud's perspective but

like. she would be injured and recovering away from the clan. but they would be unaware that she is alive and like in canon assume she died and hold her a vigil. Breezepelt, who is already at low point, taking it very badly - yes he was pushing her away bc he was hurt and angry and started taking it out on her, but.. it's still his mom. his Mi. and she is dead? or is this stupid clan just going to believe this to make it easier? are they really giving up on looking for her, or her body??

i can see Nightcloud being the one of very few, if not THE Only one, things that kept Breezepelt in WindClan at this point. and without her, what's the point? it's not like anyone else likes him. the link is gone and they buried it in a bodyless vigil. so it's what pushes him to actuall take the step and leave.

not sure how well it would align with the timeline and events. and how soon Darktail was assembling cats from other clans like Breeze. but i think it would be interesting and heartbreaking if at the end of her SE, Nightcloud just arrived back to WindClan and asks where Breezepelt is and someone tells her.. he either was missing since this morning or just left the clan earlier the same day. like, just have them miss each other by a hair.

I'm thinking that the second-to-last chapter is her with Pickle, having a bit of a sabbatical to unpack everything that happens through the story. Mostly because I want to throw her into some kind of pretty garden as a nice setting for this lmaoo

A LOT of BB stuff is being added to Nightcloud's Pannage that wasn't in the main series; Hillrunner's abuse, her mentor Addersong, several expanded little background characters now complete with their own side conflicts. I think what I can bind all these things with is Nightcloud considering what a Clan means.

Because of her new reputation, I'm noticing I'm writing scenes where she's intentionally doing and saying things to try and sway them. While also grappling with her resentment towards them, and things she can't change.

There's a bit of a melancholy air so far, so I'm starting to feel like the best ending is just having a bit of space to herself to think. Ultimately, she decides that it's more than Breezepelt or Crowfeather that binds her to WindClan. It's the life and connections she COULD have.

WindClan cats are also quite religious next to other Clans, so I really do mean "sabbatical." I'm going to have Addersong die of old age shortly after they reconnect, so she's in Pickle's Garden talking to her new friend, choosing cats she's lost to pray to as patron spirits to give her the traits she feels she needs, and just recovering both physically from injury and spiritually from turmoil.

So all that to say; it works well that by the time she gets back, Breezepelt has joined The Kin. He was one of the first to join when he started calling for members anyway, so having Night be gone for about two or three weeks sounds appropriate.

[teardropwolf]

Weardrop catcoon costume skin

[wiltking]

how its going

[tj-crochets]

hi i saw the velvet worm that you made and was wanting to make my own, i was just wondering did you use fleece (thats what it lloks like to me) but to you think non stretchy velvet would work? i have a bunch that i dont really know what else to use for:)

Hi! Yes, I used fleece for mine. I think velvet would probably work, with two possible exceptions: if you scale it down too far, it might be difficult to turn the legs and antennae right side out, and you’ll have to be more precise about sewing the legs on than I was (if you go with the open leg base method instead of the closed leg base)

I am very comfortable stretching fabrics here and there as I go to kinda adapt it and make it work if a seam doesn’t quite line up correctly, and there’s less leeway to do that with non-stretchy fabrics. Still totally possible! Just like…maybe measure things more than I did (I eyeballed some of it instead of measuring)

[frogus]

I have so much to do. I need to log off my phone. I am stressing. I am being an adult. goodbye.

[cawrnage]

i actually DO have an accessible scanner for the first time in… 15 years, so i should use it more often… i can only use procreate atm an i haven’t found a way (that i like) to color in my traditional stuff, without just using them as sketches and lining them on a new layer…

[bismuthburnsblue]

how do you all plan out your sewing projects? do you plan the exact design before you start anything or do you build your base garment and play around with trims on a physical object to find your final design?

[tennessoui]

KIT!!!!! that wip wednesday post just ripped my damn heart out!!! Obi-Wan never thinking of a future where they didn't win??? Obi-Wan all alone at the end of the war??? Obi-Wan keeping his brother/padawan/anakin's son instead of giving him to owen and beru??? Mr. Infinite Sadness indeed!!! Its just so damn tragic and angsty and i need to know what happens after this!!

the next two sentences (after scenebreak) are:

“The first week is miserable.

The second is worse.”

so obviously obiwan bounces back quickly and takes to fatherhood like a duck to water

[sanchoyo]

haven’t been on much bc my dog has been sick :( between seizures and an infected tooth we’ve been having a Time trying to get everything fixed (this started around the holidays so our vet has been very booked up…we have been like 3-4 times in the past 4-5 weeks OTL does not help it’s like an hour drive there, so that’s been exhausting) now his new seizure meds are making him sick (was hoping it was like, just an adjustment period thing but he’s been sick for a week and having concerning symptoms…) if I’m not on a ton or slow to replying to messages it’s bc I’m working as much overtime as my job will give me bc Vet Expensive and mentally drained obvi 😞

[shadowslocked]

Awkwardly sips tea because I’m also skeptical about possible limited choices from Inquisition, but also I had a very mixed/mildly negative feeling towards the Keep because of how extensive it was making it more exhausting than interesting so it’s kinda nice I don’t have to worry about that

[dogcollarpunk]

my life really got so much more pleasant once I started my anxiety medication.. like insanely.

[coloursofaparadox]

lil rant about dog training oops

[unboundtravels]

SHORT TRIPS; UNBOUNDNOVEMBER 2/23 : DEEPER SHADES

Having just acquired two new passengers, The TARDIS blasts off toward it's first destination. When The Doctor is the first to awake, she heads out into the open and icy weather to inspect their location... and she finds, for the first time, a unique surprise waiting for her...

“GRANDMOTHER— YOU CAN’T—” She can, though. And she did. “GET AWAY FROM ME, CHILD!!! IF YOU WISH TO HELP ME, THEN HELP ME!!”

There’s a struggle, which is causing the ship to shake more violently and more roughly . Although The Doctor does push Stella off of her and onto the console to better steady the flight of the ship. She flashed a quick look towards the two humans, gritting her teeth. They’d be able to see a genuine apologetic look in her eyes. The take-off sequence had already begun, even Stella knew better than to try to stop that. With a click of her tongue, she pushed a few buttons and controls, hoping that would help with the rash decision that her grandmother had just made. Really?! She was that desperate?! 

Despite all the ruckus, Niko’s shock & disbelief is translated into a calmness that is almost eerie. Like the tranquility before a storm would devastate the area. “You.. You can’t be serious.” His eyes drift off to his teacher, a somewhat sympathetic, yet frustrated look given to her. “Is what I think happening?” 

As the area around them began to shake and rattle, a sense of disappointment washed over her. Disappointment that she had, perhaps, misplaced her trust as she often did. A part of her could rationalize the paranoia the grandmother seemed to have displayed, but understanding can only go so far when they are in the middle of being literally kidnapped.

Looking at Niko, Lennox caught his gaze before grim acceptance followed and she closed her eyes. “I think so…” She mumbled out. “If we get back home, you deserve an A+++ in my class.” The comment was meant more to help ease her bubbling anxiety, as if making light would make this dire situation any better. “I’m sorry I got you dragged into this mess,” she spoke out earnestly. Despite this, however, she didn’t regret coming here. As long as she made sure that Stella was okay; too bad she had to drag Niko into this.

“I’m not blamin’ you for this mess.” He could feel the heat bubbling underneath his skin, slowly stalking over where the doctor & her granddaughter were situated. “However, YOU!” All The Doctor did in that accusatory tone was give a harsh glare back. Nothing could be done, at this point.

In the void of some new cosmic space, a POLICE BOX materializes in an unknown destination, at an unknown time. Somewhere far in the reaches of space, with three unwilling passengers and a less-than-ideal pilot. The effects of the ship's transition had an effect on everyone immediately. All except for the two traversed travelers, who've hiked through the cosmic wilds before. The humans descend into a nauseating slumber as the landing first occurs. There's a loud thud that echoes out through the room as The Doctor frustratingly deactivates the ship's systems whilst Stella rushes to the aid of her new human friends.

"Oh, Grandmother! We've got to help them!" Her eyes look toward The Elder's, whose hands grip her lapels coldly. She inhales, The Doctor brushing her lapels with her coat. "They've just been subjected to temporal energy, as passive as it is, they've never been subjected to such a thing before! I doubt the ship knows how to protect them as... as..." She drones on as Stella tends to the male. The Doctor huffs, "They'll be fine, child! Don't fuss." She mumbles before walking towards the console and brushing over the door switch. The interior doors swing open, Stella looking up in disbelief.

"Grandmother you can't leave! Not now! They need your help!"

"And I said they would be fine. Now, I must... familiarize myself with the ship's— deco— The Ship's new disguise!" She flubbed before exiting out in the ship. Stella made a quiet whimper of worry before her eyes returned down toward the duo on the floor. 

Outside, The Doctor stepped out into the cold air. Her eyes narrowed before gazing out into the wild. Softly, she pondered their location. Her mind grew quiet at the sight of a house in the distance. It's familiarity called out toward her. When she huffed outwardly, she turned to close the doors to the ship before her face suddenly contorted into confusion. Without looking, she traced her fingers over the texture of the box. Her eyes widened in darkening realization before her head whipped around to see the outer shell of the TARDIS.

Tall, blue, with a lantern on the top and a sign that reads POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX. Everything stayed the same! The scarping, the cheap wood look, everything! The Doctor backed away, circling the box in a pittering of anxiety. She stopped, hand resting against it before she backed up. "Why haven't you changed!? Why haven't you changed? No, no no! We can't leave patterns!" She exhaled, "We're trying to mask our trail—" She turned away from it, exhaling through her nostrils like an upset bull. "No! No. This is an unregistered time capsule! With... with... an encoun— encoding matrix!!" She bit on her line flub again in an anxious frustration. The ship can't be traced back to us!" She exhaled, finally turning around and spotting it from the corner of her eye. She chewed on her finger softly, before turning to face it.

"No! No, the ship can't be broken! It can't! This must be an error with—" She exhaled quietly, "NO— !! No, NO!! No… This is not right!!!" She exhaled, pacing in place before she cried out, "STELLA!! Get out here!!" and eventually, the door did creak open. The plucky granddaughter was painted with features of frustration, but also anxious worry. Anxiously, she watched as her grandmother mumbled at the sight of The Police box, repeating small phrases like, “Oh dear, oh no. Not good! This is simply not good! Why? Why?? Oh, no.”

“Grandmother?” She was still mad at her despite saying that. But being angry wouldn’t change a thing, right now. Her vermilion hues landed upon the older woman. “How could you— I—” There were so many things she wanted to say to her that it was difficult to prioritize what to say first. “Ugh.” A loud, frustrated groan left her. “ What now? ”

Eventually, the worry set in as the two stood there for perhaps... five... or ten minutes. Stella staring in quiet anticipation as her grandmother mumbled upset whispers indiscriminately before she turned back to Stella, eyes widened.

"It's still a Police Box!!"

...

"The Chameleon circuit!! It's BROKEN!!"

[girlhorse]

I’m sure you’ve said it on your blog before, but do you groom Enzo yourself or does he go to a groomer?

I groom him myself (adequately). I'm slowly learning how to shave his paw pads & trim around his feet to the havanese standard. The only trimming allowed/expected is around paws to look neat & some of a sanitary trim, which i have shaved on him because otherwise he smells like p*ss. it's not noticeable from the sides.

He gets a bath every week to week and a half and i brush him as often as i can (trying for daily, but executive dysfunction) His coat could be better (as in, longer and more full) but we have so much sticks and burs this time of year it's causing his fur to have a lot of breakage on his tummy and legs. Not noticeable to a non discerning eye i think, though.

He's going through a coat change and his tangling has been worse/more frequent and i get quite a bit of hair off of him when I groom him but it's not a welfare issue or anything, just a pain in the butt!

I would like to get a groomer on board at some point, maybe once a month, if my financial situation ever improves. it would definitely help me manage his coat esp for the things im not quite skilled at yet. Id also like to meet a groomer that was like, happy to share grooming tips with me xD

[nanamiskentos]

NERDS DO IT BETTER ☓. ── ( 呪術廻戦 )

⌗ turns out they're the best you've ever had, and you think you're gonna' have to come back for more!

ᯓ starring ─. jjk ensemble cast : nerd! gojo, nerd! geto, nerd! sukuna, nerd! nanami, nerd! toji, nerd! choso

𝓶𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓲. ㅤ﹑ ( 呪術廻戦 x afab!reader )  ─── ❛ cw ⌓. mdni. college au. risky, public séx. handjóbs. óverstím. hate séx. fíngeríng. fiíming (consénsual). édging. vírgin!kuna. óral (m). missiónary. soft séx. brééding kínk. créampíe. backshóts. óral (f). wc ⌓. 3.5k.

﹙ 五条 悟 : gojo satoru ﹚ ─ advanced mathematics, physics

"oh, fuck!" gojo's absolutely quivering, throwing back a head of tousled, snowy hair, "that's, ouh, that's way better than i ever coulda' even dreamed of." pale-pink lips snapping sharp around another moan as he shudders, "can ya' do it again?"

you're clicking your tongue, doing your very best to bite back a flushed smile yourself. knowing that you've got the smartest, honour roll student pliant beneath you, his thighs splayed out and bare — the skin spottled with patches of rosy pink, dusted with fine white hairs. he's still got that campus sweatshirt on, rumpled over the askew collar of the dress shirt underneath. where you're eager to run your hands, to slide your fingers up past the low trail of hair on gojo's groin.

it doesn't hurt that gojo's, like, ridiculously gorgeous. thick-rimmed glasses foggy over vibrant blue eyes, framed by ridiculously long lashes. and you can see him gnawing at the inside of his cheek as your hand keeps at a steady pace. pumping him over and over, until thick ropes of seed are coating your hand. it must be the nth climax of his by now, but it seems neither of you are that eager to call it a day.

you smile at how gojo squeezes his eyes shut, glasses skipping askew so you can fondly kiss his forehead. titling his glasses right back into place, all while he bites back a low, rumbled groan, "a-another?" it's a plea, almost hopeful for you to milk his poor, throbbing cock until there's not much else it can give.

"mhm, i don't know, satoru. it's kinda' risky, don'tcha think?" you're trying to keep your voice down, knowing that anyone could round the corner here. they could move past the stack of chairs littered behind the physics subsection of books and old papers to find gojo spread out so sluttily over this chair, his pants drifting past his ankles while you lean over behind the desk to jerk him off. workshop questions and calculations long discarded as the most intelligent man on campus chases some form of pent-up relief from you, his angel that's solely heaven sent.

gojo's the type of guy that's always moving, whether he's skimming and flipping through pages of glossy textbooks or speeding over the butterfly keys of his steel-grey mac, and right now?

he's still in motion, tapping trimmed nails in staccato beats against the plastic table. drumming his fingers over and over as he does his best to not let you see the crystalline tears of delicious overstimulation pooling at the corners of his eyes. shuddering as you pull back, letting his big cock snap back, smearing a thin line of translucent cum against his blue sweatshirt.

cursing because he knows he's gonna' have to peel that top off before his next class, before anyone can figure out exactly what that stain is, "fuck, we still got 15 minutes before that lecture, yeah? one more, please, baby, jus' one more."

﹙ 夏油 傑 : geto suguru ﹚ ─ philosophy, sociology

"what did i say? eyes on the lenses, pretty girl." geto's determined and mean when he's like this, but then again, when is he not a cunt?

that bitchy nerd's always sniping at you, doing dumb shit like taking your seat in class and sucking up to the teacher — batting pretty, dark lashes at the tutor while throwing a nasty look your way when you get the answer right.

but as of this moment, there aren't any right answers in your head. not when geto's got you propped up in his broad lap. right in front of a blinking video camera, perched on a shaky tripod as he swirls his digits as deep as he can into your pretty, swollen pussy.

"s-sugu', feels so good," you moan, sinking your teeth into the plush flesh of your lower lip as geto's face softens for a split second before hardening once more. handsome features crinkling as he shakes his head of choppy, raven hair, "didn't ask if it felt good, geez. i asked for the answer to the question, or are we jus' having trouble following instructions as well?"

"hate ya' so, so much, still, i don' even remember the fuckin' question," you're sniffling, knowing that he's so deliciously knuckle deep within you right now. your clear, glossy arousal coating his fingers as he pumps the digits in and out of your heat with a satisfying squelch!

geto smiles, as though he wanted you to say that while he was rolling a fat thumb over your clitoral hood. berry lips pulling at the corners as he tuts, using the hand that was previously holding apart your thighs to slide a pristine paper over his bed, clicking his tongue before he intones, "tch', let me quiz you, again, 'cause we got that test tomorrow. though, 'm not sure it's much good. now, how would you explain structural functionalism?"

your mind's absolutely turning to incredible, pleasurable mush as you struggle to form coherent sentences. instead, staring at the blinking red light blearing out through the dark haze of geto's form room, and swallowing as he begins pulling at the sensitive ache of your clit, "it's, like, the premise of everything havin' a purpose. like, hahh, society being a well-oiled machine n' people are jus' cogs and — fuck! suguru, can't even focus like this."

your back is writhing against geto's toned chest, and you can feel the dark strands of hair that have escaped his hairtie tickling at your cheek, "i know, beautiful," he coos, almost as though he quite likes you, rather than the loathing that he claims, "now tell me, who's ideas does structural functionalism align with? answer quick, and i'll make ya' cum this time, promise!"

brain whirring on overtime to snap out a rushed breath, "emile durkheim!" your lips pouting as you heave in a candied breath of air, "that's right, isn't it? now you promised, so please! make me cum, sugu', fuck."

you can hear geto chuckle, "you didn't make me pinky promise, though?" and he's revelling in how you huff, and curse him out, "besides, i like watching you squirm all pretty for the camera. helps me remember my notes so much more. y'know that 'm gonna' go back and revise this later."

﹙ 両面 宿儺 : ryomen sukuna ﹚ ─ anthropology, history

"you're a virgin?" your mouth parting into a sweet gasp as charlotte tilbury leaves sticky strands of product stringing between your pretty lips. because, there's just no way...

sukuna's rolling his crimson eyes, and shoving his tattooed hands into the ragged pockets of his thick hoodie, "why don't we focus on the project again? y'know that the entire thing is due next week, and this is our last meet-up before we gotta' present?"

the burly, quiet man's clearly flushed — with his tanned cheeks painted awash in some watercolour, blushy hue. muttering something about insolent cheerleaders and how he's refusing to get a bad grade because of you. but you're never one to lose. you just cross your arms over your chest, and a little more firmly on purpose, just to watch sukuna gulp as his gaze drops right down to that shadow of cleavage, "hey, you're the one who asked if i was sleeping with the quarterback."

sukuna's just too easy, because for all his churlish, jerkish attitude, he's not immune at all to your easiest charms. like a pretty red lollipop, or a spritz of your favourite body mist, or when you hike the hem of your skirt up just a little bit higher to doodle faint hearts on your flesh. and now he's grunting, drawing his eyes away from your torso to gulp, training his eyes solely on the project rubric, "yeah. was jus' a question. i don't give a fuck."

"mhm, sure." snapping strawberry gum between your teeth, "because i'm not with him." you grin as sukuna stiffens, almost snapping the poor, thin frame of a cheap lead pencil between his thick fingers.

"no?" he sounds almost, almost sheepish. battered headphones clattering around his marked neck as he jerks, and you almost coo. for it's honestly quiet sweet at how interested he sounds. ironic, considering ryomen sukuna is one of the most surly men on campus. always with his nose buried in some medieval book, always some exemplary paper of his pinned to the student noticeboard about the heian era.

"no," you repeat, scooting just a little bit closer to his broad frame, "because 'm interested in someone else, ya' see. like you, 'kuna."

the pencil snaps, the wood finally giving out to the quick motion of sukuna's fingers clamping down on it. pieces scattering and littering the table as broken lead clutters, the remnants of a man who's just had his world rocked but doesn't want to admit it, "hah, funny," he's muttering, "yer' really interested in me?" all you had murmured was a tempting, alluring little phrase that would remain with sukuna forever, something like, "want me to prove it?"

and that's exactly how you ended up like this. eyes blown wide, little hearts dancing around your pupils as you took in the sheer size and girth of what sukuna was hiding in his faded jeans. lips parting to close over the weeping tip of his thick shaft, and grinning at how there's already sheer, salty drops leaking out.

"fuck, w-wait," sukuna's groaning, with his spiky head of two-toned hair thrown back against your desk chair, "it's sensitive." clacking his sharp teeth around a wanton moan when you tongue at the veins bulging on the sides of his cock, "already feels like 'm gonna –"

"cum?" you offer helpfully, flattening your tongue against him so he throbs, hot and heavy, into your mouth. releasing yourself from his cock with a loud pop! and you're sure glad that your sorority roommates aren't home, for you're not sure how to explain that you're dripping wet yourself, just from sucking off the most infamous, ill-reputed nerd on campus.

"yeah, yeah," sukuna rasps, a heady and low tone that escapes from his chest, "and that would be e-embarrassing, fuck, that's — that's a good spot." sighing as you trail teasing fingers over folded skin, right at the underside of the base of his cock.

"not that embarrassing, 'kuna," you shake your head, loosening the slick strand of saliva that was stringing away from your lips. replacing your mouth with an entirely different type of gloss, and one that you're growing increasingly fond of, "and besides, we got a lotta' time before my roommates come back. plenty of other things we can do, hah."

﹙ 七海 建人 : nanami kento ﹚ ─ economics

"but i jus' think numbers are kind of beautiful, wouldn't you say? like they have their own satisfying figure and precision?"

you smack nanami's chest, leaving a small, cherry hue over your boyfriend's pectorals, "your girlfriend is literally under you, and you're talking about numbers being beautiful."

he gives you an apologetic smile, thick waves of golden hair dampened with the sweat of exertion that was to be expected when he was delivering the sweetest, most loving strokes to your very core. thick, bulging tip kissing your cervix as nanami huffs, "sorry, darling. nothing's more beautiful than my girl, and, heh, yer' figure is the one i love the most."

"that's better," you gasp, feeling him rummage through your swollen pussy. girthy shaft bulging past throbbing, dripping folds as he delivers hit after surefire hit against your g-spot. but then, suddenly, you're frowning, "don't you have class, like, right now, babe?"

nanami squeezes his eyes shut, amber lashes kissing peach-flushed skin. "yeah, had some tutorial," he groans, drawing his cock out of you almost entirely before he's snapping his hips back into you with such force that there's a resounding smack reverberating through his bedroom, "but heh, they don't really need me there. i already know all my shit."

"and you won't get in, i don't know, trouble?"

your boyfriend shakes his head, pushing aside the stack of stock market magazines littered near your head, so he can slam his hand down on the soft quilt. all so nanami can steady himself as he has only one purpose in mind, to make you cum. to make you see such stars of pleasure that you squirt all over his cock. and he can already picture your fucked-out form, hazy and littered with the marks of his loving. and drenched down below.

well, anatomically, it mustn't be possible but at the mere vision, nanami can feel himself harden even more. like his cock is responding to the hypnotising grip that you've got him in. hefty balls tightening further and he's rasping in your ear, "can i —, fuck, can i cum in ya', darling?" desperate and falling apart at the mere idea, at the way your eyes flutter shut in bliss, "only if yer' also wanting me to, i swear. but please –"

"yeah. in me, kento. baby, all yours."

that's all it really takes for thick, stringy wads of hot release to spurt out from nanami's weeping tip. cock releasing strands of gooey seed into your cunt in a way that makes your boyfriend press his forehead against yours, littering a thousand kisses against your fucked-out, smiling lips, "thank you, thank you, thank you, darling. i love you so much. can't even put it into words, but i love you —"

﹙ 伏黒 甚爾 : toji fushiguro ﹚ ─ physical education, kinesiology

"what the fuck did you jus' call me, ma?" toji's got a blunt nail trailing down your spine, running over the curve of your ass, "a nerd?"

you're writhing, "yeah, yeah. i mean, that's what everyone says," and it takes every cell in your body to fight back the inevitable release that toji's bestowing upon you. for you're determined to delay this just a little longer, to feel toji's thick cock slam into you from behind over and over in a way that you never really expected from the grumpy sports major.

and it seems the idea amuses him, for you don't even need to turn around to imagine how his sharp, jade-green eyes must be narrowing at the knowledge of what everyone calls toji fushiguro behind his back. how toji's sharp, shark-like grin must be widening, sharpening knives to sink into your shoulder, "why? 'cause i don't do that stupid, attention-seeking sports shit like everyone else in my degree? 'cause i don't wanna' waste my time on the field or in the locker rooms?"

"t-toji, it's 'cause you always got your damn nose in a book. and i didn't even know you could —," you shriek, feeling his burly forearm come up in front of you, past your bouncing breasts to support your weight as he presses further into you, "i honestly didn't even know you could fuckin' read."

"suchhh a nasty attitude, ma," toji chuckles, and your ass pleasurably stings at the resounding smacks echoing through the (thankfully) empty gymnasium. your lace panties pulled to the sides as you're balanced over the bleachers right in the very corner where the lonesome toji fushiguro prefers to sit, where no one else can bother him.

but damn, if he's not getting off on the idea of taking you so prettily like this. don't get him wrong, toji loves this position. loves how nasty and filthy your pretty arch is when he's swabbing his cock against your pussy. but fuck, he also wishes you were flipped around for him. just so he could press a thumb to your lower lip, and watch your eyes go all silly and crossed for him. while he tacked the thick curl of dark hair around his groin to your sticky, throbbing clit. battered your pretty cunt with his inches until that feisty lil' attitude melted away into sugar and cream.

you moan, such a wanton sound, when toji's thick fingers are climbing up your throat. past your jaw to settle at your mouth. pushing past your lip so you can drool so beautifully for him as he does his level best to at least regretfully silence the sexy sounds falling out of your lips.

"careful, ma," toji shudders, feeling the tight heat of your cunt snatch his soul away, "wanna' keep the volume down so those rocks-for-brains football players don't hear what's going on here. unless, you want them to see how the nerd's practically plowing your brains out, hah."

the resulting clench of your cunt tells toji all that he needs to know, and he has to bite back the furious blush crawling over him, underneath his faded varsity jacket, "oh? that's how it is? well, okay then. hold on."

﹙ 脹相 : choso kamo ﹚ ─ lab medicine, psychology

you know better than to sass choso when he's like this, the night before the final semester exam. see, because the man's got your thighs splayed so prettily out for him. glistening, and dripping all over his bedspread. and to the side, he's got that damn anatomy textbook flipped open.

choso's frustrated, sighing and flicking the pads of his fingers against his tongue to thumb at the sticking pages. rolling his eyes when he isn't able to find the passage that he wants, as if that's your fault. but you don't miss the hungry gleam in the raven-haired man's eyes, the spiky knots atop his head coming loose as he delves right back into his favourite meal. his favourite study snack being your glossy cunt, for he could munch on the slick strands forever.

"bear with me, my love," choso's cooing, trailing a slender, pale finger up your sticky folds until he comes to rest at your clit. tapping the throbbing bud once, "jus' gotta' memorise this, and you're helping me so much."

he's pressing a chaste, quaint kiss to your pulsing clit. that dark mark stretched across his face twitching as he murmurs, "ah, think, choso! right, the clitoral glans has, hmm, 8000 nerve endings. and it leads up to..." choso's drawing slow, teasing circles on your clit and it makes you whine, bucking your hips, "patience, my love. i'll reward you extra special for helpin' me out like this. now, it leads up to the clitoral shaft ��� and did i tell ya' what the crura is?"

you shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut as you rut against choso's handsome nose for some delicious friction, and he clearly seems eager to indulge you, though he's still lost in academic thought, "right. i guess, baby, you could say the crura are kinda' like the legs for the clitoris. and they extend allll along the pelvic bones."

choso's marvelling the glossy, sheer slick coating his fingers. licking a flat stripe right against your swollen, eager cunt, "and the glans, well, my extended answer needs to mention how they, uh, damn, baby. you're soaked." he's shaking his head again, "i keep getting distracted. the glans — they're the ones with the alpha-delta, and c-fibres, and that's what makes you feel so good. transmitting sensations y'see, i get extra marks for mentioning that."

you hazard a glance to the shining pages of the new textbook that choso's kept on his shelf all semester, "and the, uh, the pudendal reflex? you got a sticky note on that one, babe?"

choso smiles, slowly flicking your clitoral hood in up and down motions, each movement sending simmering pleasure through your groin, "a spinal reflex, m'love. helps with the involuntary muscle contractions, like when i do this —," flatting the pad of his thumb against your clit to run tighter circles against the aching nub, watching as your hips jolt up further against his face. coating the lower half of his features in translucent arousal.

"now, my favourite part," choso says, grinning as he turns his attentions elsewhere, to your dripping entrance pooling such a mess over his sheets. and your boyfriend's tugging at his grey sweatpants, "the grafenberg spot. i don't think my fingers will be enough to stimulate it properly."