#I want tight knit stuff

[dust-of-embers]

Y’know that moment when you watch someone’s compilation of videos of a friend group and you think

I wish I had friends, I could’ve done this thing and had this kind of bond with people, but I didn’t and now that’ll never happen…

Except you do have friends and if you hung out with them more you’d have that kind of friendship, and you can still do that thing to get that bond! Why are you sad when the way to stop being sad is right there!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA

[jacksprostate]

Would you mind if I drew the lighthouse fight club au [crediting you ofc] I haven't stopped thinking about it I love both movies dearly :)

"would I mind" please please please

[afreakingmilkshake]

just know that i take a screenshot of majority of the tags that you leave on my art bc seeing you guys being impacted by what i do and knowing that i make your day better leaves me with a huge goofy smile on my face

[earlyspringtranscendence]

finished watching lockwood earlier today and im gutted there wont be a second season bc it's so much better than [redacted] on all levels and ALSO claire finlay thompson of costume design fame i owe you my liiiiiiiife

[semercury]

i miss things.

[pizzalover69420]

i guess i never used tumblr to like. post my actual thoughts because im not used to thinking ill get any social interaction doing so

[foxcassius]

i ordered da yarn

[leeknown]

getting hit with the whystraykids feels :”

[monstrsball]

Plz elaborate on the iwaoisuga childhood friends. I have a weakness for it. What were they like as kids? What kind of dynamic did they have as friends? I gotta know

gladly!!

i think the three of them were kids that had trouble making friends but for different reasons. oikawa was pretty outgoing as a kid and he could be… a little much? he could also be kinda abrasive. iwa’s trouble kinda came from being friends with oikawa and not budging on it. he also stood up to bullies on the playground a lot. suga was the new kid and a little shy. oikawa was the first friend he made and ofc being friends with oikawa meant being friends with iwa.

as for their dynamic… iwa and oikawa bickered a lot and suga was often playing peacemaker (as well as a ~7 year old can lol). also a lot of oikawa being teased for his bug hatred and suga and oikawa getting iwaizumi into trouble.

[justabunchofdragons]

hhhhhh theres dnd at my colleg!!!!!! i just need to convince my mum to let me do it

[purrble-archive]

Day 22 - favorite Idol? Don't DO this to MEEEEEE they're all so good gah fuck! Um um um . Damn man . They a lil have their own good qualities that make them so fun as characters . Um .damn. uhm . Damn . This is so unfair . I feel like they are all package deals . Fuck idk .

This sucks I don't like choosing but I think the new game idols are gonna slay . I like them all so so much they're all so silly and so different. I mean. I thought they were still gonna go with the pink + green theme since the last two games. Nope, AND another idol who is not of the octo/squid species ... So yeah.. I think they're super cool and super super cute. I'm so excited to get to know them more

[reaperseal-archive]

god i have to go hang out at my in-laws again tonight they ordered fancy food for everyone

[svuguru]

Stepdad nanami using his step daughters pu33y because his wife's isn't enough

(Sorry for bad english)

No you’re good!! Tags: stepcest obv!!! Antis DNI pls m not responsible for the content you do or do not consume.

"Shh, shh, sweetheart, keep it down, okay?" Kento whispers as he slides his cock into your tight hole, his eyes tired and half-lidded. "Mommy's in the other room so you gotta be quiet, alright? Can't have her seeing you on stepdaddy's cock, right?" You nod and cover your mouth with your hand, screwing your eyes shut as you feel his girth stretch out your little pussy.

His eyes watch the way your eyebrows knit together from the stretch and feeling, a grin tugging at his lips when he feels you pulse around him. Your eyes form tears as you watch him fit his fat cock inside of you.

Kento's not even all the way in and your warmth is already making his hips stutter. How he went his whole life without feeling your pussy wrapped around him is beyond his knowledge, he just knows that he has this sweet little girl for himself.

Your little pussy is so much better than his wife’s, so much more addicting. “‘S too big,” you pout, batting your lashes at him, looks up at him with watery, doe eyes. The way you mumble that is just too cute for Kento, his dick aching to just stuff you full of him and start moving, but he can’t in fear of hurting his precious girl.

“I know, I know, but you can take it, yeah? Be the good girl I know you are.” He murmurs against your ear, one of his hands reaching for yours to then tangle your fingers with his.

Kento’s been so sexually frustrated lately, its been unbearable, but now that he’s slowly sinking into your tight cunt, he can’t help but groan lowly into your ear. He knows it’s wrong on so many levels, but the way your walls squeeze him nice and tight and the way you whine at the overwhelming feeling is just too hard to resist.

It’s risky, he knows that, his name could be ruined if anyone were to walk in on him, but he’s willing to risk it all for his precious, innocent stepdaughter.

“‘M gonna move now, okay?” Kento throbs inside of you, and you’re pussy is so wet at the way he speaks and looks at you. You nod your head and pucker your little glossy lips in a pout, which results in Kento pressing his lips against yours gently.

You feel him slowly move his hips forward only a few seconds later, you feel him grunt against your lips. “Fuck,” he murmurs. Your legs wrap themselves around Kento’s waist, impatiently pushing him deeper into you against his better judgment. “Patience, okay, baby?” And of course, you listen, even despite your whimper. He’s your generous stepdad, you could never disobey him.

A very itty bitty tiny part of you wants your mother to walk in just so she could see her husband fucking her daughter. Seeing him stuffing you full, his cock buried deep in your warm cunt.

“You’re so pretty, y’know that?” Kento grunts, “so, so pretty.” That just gets you drooling on his dick, clenching around him, a tear falling from your little eyes. He plants a kiss to your forehead, then your temples, then your nose, your cheeks, but successfully neglects your lips just to mess around. “Love you,” and a small crosses his features.

[munivrse]

this makes me think of nerdy loser bf! sunghoon who works in tech and makes a shit load of money that he spends on his gf :(

nerdy loser bf! sunghoon makes sure to buy you a lot of skimpy skirts and tight blouses to wear since you're his secretary and its policy for you to dress like a whore for him. each time you strut in his office, his jeans get tight and he beckons you over to his desk.

nerdy loser bf! sunghoon usually ends up flipping your skirt and eating you out on top of his paperwork. he tells you to make a mess on his face and whines out while doing so. when you do finally cum in his mouth, he stands up and towers over you. his face glistening in your juices, cheeks red and pupils blown wide.

"can i fuck this pretty pussy baby?" his big hands dance down your body and cup your cunt. when your back arches into his touch, he inserts two fingers into your opening and scissors them in and out, prepping you for the size of his cock.

nerdy loser bf! sunghoon who is HUNG... his brows knit together and his lip goes between his teeth as he concentrates on not just slamming his entire length inside of you. he doesnt want to hurt you but his balls ache and he just needs to cum inside of you

cum eater nerdy loser bf! sunghoon who cums just a little too quickly and stuffs you full of him, just to pull out slurp up your combined fluids, his eyes rolling back when he gets a taste

nerdy loser bf! sunghoon who HAS to give you a sloppy kiss after cleaning you up

nerdy loser bf! sunghoon who steals your panties afterwards and tells you to get back to work with a cheeky grin

[togament]

umemiya is such a sweet big brother type of character i feel he's a BIG family man so imagine the sort of thoughts that would be thunk when he sees his s/o taking care of the younger furin members/children in general.. 👉👈 could be both nsfw and sfw too hehe

eeeee an ume ask! tysm anon. of course, i live to provide for the ume girlies too. him being a huge family guy is making me sweat a lil. hoooooo- 🥹

thinking about being fresh into a relationship with ume and him… realizing some things way too soon.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : breeding breeding BREEDING. breeder ballz ume. imagined sexual scenarios. general seggs.

NSFW under the cut. +18 stuff. MDNI, pookie. sowwie. you know the drill.

just like most nights, you and the Furin boys congregate to the Pothos Café.

also just like most nights, you find yourself standing over the first years’ table, playfully nagging at sakura for getting scratched up after you just patched him up good yesterday.

ume, being the absolute best boyfriend that he is, he doesn’t look on in jealousy. hell. he’s smiling so stupidly that hiragi spares him a glance and grins at him.

“take a picture it lasts longer,” hiragi teases, taking a sip from his black coffee, nudging ume out of his love induced stupor.

“can you blame me though? I mean, look at them,” he sighs wistfully, motioning to your table. hiragi follows his gaze.

you’re still there, fighting and giggling with a now red sakura, desperately trying to reach him to clean his wounds. it’s absolute chaos but seeing you getting along with the furin members and doting on them like your own siblings is only making ume fall for you even harder.

how his heart swoons at the thought of having you be a permanent fixture to his found family. how he wants to get married to you one day, to take care of a family of your own. “she’d be such a good mother to my kids,” he thinks. but before he realizes he was thinking out loud, he slowly turns to a smirking hiragi. “hm? say whatnow?” hiragi prods.

Pause.

‘she’d be such a good mother to my kids,’ he finally manages to think silently. he rotates that thought around in his mind like a puzzle, panicking inwardly. isn’t it a bit too soon to think of those things? right? I mean, you just got into a relationship with him after being friends for years — can’t be, right? to save face, he only chuckles, waving hiragi off with a limp hand.

“it’s a grown up thought. you wouldn’t get it.” he teases. but damn. just looking at you from across the café right now’s stirring a different type of feeling within him.

he finds you again in his thoughts that night in his room, your tight cunt is in the form of his fist. your name falling from his lips as he pumps on his length. his eyebrows are knit together so tightly, his eyes closed, imagining you laid out on his bed, pussy dripping with his cum. if he can’t have you the way he wants right now, he’ll just have to put his mind to work.

he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder as he slides in for the nth time that night in his thoughts, the wet squelch ever audible. he’s reaching you deeper in this position now, eager to shoot more of his load as close to your womb as possible — overload it, even. it spills, drips down onto his bedsheets but he doesn’t care.

“y-you’re gonna be such a great mother,” you hear him groan. you’re way too fucked out to respond while his eyes are raking down your naked form, breasts bouncing with every harsh thrust. sweaty and panting, you reach down to rub at your clit and he bites back a moan at the added sensation. you’re tightening up around him. his fat breeder balls slap against your ass. it’s fucking amazing how endless his stamina is. you can only let out a weak whimper in response.

some days, he makes love to you so gently in his mind, taking his sweet time to bring you the pleasure you so deserve. pressing gentle kisses along your legs, your belly, your chest.

but lately, he’s been wanting to fold you over and fuck you senselessly, fucking his cum deeper inside of you. it’s downright nasty, rough—but can you blame him?

he needs to fucking breed you.

“gonna fill you up, baby. gonna put a baby in ya-“ he reaches down to cup your cheek in his hand. you instinctively lean into his touch and he swears his heart skips a beat. “y’want that? all plump with our kid inside of you. gonna look even more beautiful-“ he chuckles, ramming harder into you. his grip tightens around your leg, a pattern of crescents litter your soft flesh as he keeps a steady grip using it as leverage to fuck deeper.

you feel a tight coil in your belly, wanting to cum again on his thick, thick breeder cock. your fingers fly to the sheets below you, gripping so desperately with your head buried into the pillow beside you. moans and screams muffled by the saliva-soaked material.

“that’s right, sweetheart. cum. cum with me. f-fuuugh-!” a groan leaves your boyfriend’s lips as he feverishly rubs at your clit, bringing you to cum with him. a mixture of his juices and yours dribble down his balls and down your thighs, soaking the mattress further.

-

his toes curl and his back arches away from his bed as he pumps his cock desperately, your name escaping his lips unbidden in pants and whimpers. his cum squirts far, even reaching his cheek and his pillow.

“fuuuuck,” he whispers to himself, sitting up from his bed to wipe himself up, already dreading the clean up process.

but his doorknob turns with a gentle knock on his door.

you catch him looking like a deer in headlights, cock still in hand and cum smearing his uniform and cheek.

smirking, you step inside his room slowly, eyeing him down with a blush creeping up your neck.

“I’d be a ‘great mother’, huh?”

the door closes with a click behind you.

shit.

౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

a/n: 😮‍💨 gotta love me some desperate ume.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for turning someone in for academic dishonesty?

I’m an American IB diploma candidate, and this ask does center around that, so sorry if we all just sound unbearably seventeen-years-old.

If you don’t know what the IB diploma is, think of it as if you had to write a bunch of essays and take a bunch of classes and do a bunch of service hours and then take AP tests on all those classes and add the AP scores together, and if they add up to a certain number, you get a special diploma that looks good to colleges.

Only eight people in the entire grade (we’re seniors and our exams are happening so we’re at the very end) are left in the IB diploma program right now because we made it this far and are all hoping our exam scores and essays. The program isn’t super popular at our school so we tend to have to mostly prepare ourselves for exams and such, so we’re all very proud of ourselves for getting this far and hoping that when our scores come out we get the diploma.

In short, we’ve done TONS of work. TONS OF WORK. And we haven’t received the amount of support that some IB schools are able to give. And suddenly, one of the IB diploma candidates admits in the group chat, “yeah, chatgpt wrote all of my IB essays.” If you know stuff about IB, she explicitly admitted to cheating on her Extended Essay, TOK Essay, TOK exhibition, Chemistry HL IA, History HL IA, Literature HL Essay, and Art HL Comparative Study.

That’s hours and hours and hours and hours of work that the rest of the diplomats candidates did that she’s just flippantly admitting she let an AI do for her.

but…….it also wasn’t really any of my business. So I wasn’t sure whether I should tell or not—especially since I’m the known goody-two-shoes of the group and I didn’t want to be viewed as a tattletale.

I asked two of the diploma candidates I’m friends with what they thought. One of them said “don’t be a snitch,” and the other said she wasn’t sure and kinda felt like I should talk. So… split response.

I was leaning towards “don’t be a snitch,” but eventually I just felt really indignant that this girl and I might receive the same end result for doing wildly different amounts of work. And I had evidence that she cheated—she admitted it herself. So I went to the school’s IB coordinator and I talked. I showed the screenshot. I essentially betrayed one of the candidates in a very tight knit group of students who are all breaking our backs to get this diploma with little to no IB-specific support from our teachers (our classes are all co-seated with non-IB-test-takers, who take up most of the class, which is an entirely different issue), but now it turns out one of us wasn’t even doing the work the whole time…

So I did it and it went to the administration and they’re “deciding how to proceed.”

Reason I’m worried I’m TA: she trusted us with that information and I told on her

Reason I think I might not be TA: it feels unfair that we should have the same shot at getting the IB diploma when the nights I stayed up crafting the perfect extended essay were the same nights she asked chatgpt to write her an essay and then moved on with her life and somehow did it well enough to not get caught.

AITA?