#I WILL BE COMING BACK TO THIS

[challenge-ant]

you might not know this actually, but ant and I are in a throuple ...

[eddiesghxst]

oh my god

this is gonna be a fic right? you’ve got me like 👀👀👀

god can u imagine having to go to all the kids things together (because obviously steve refuses to be an absent father, even if you piss each other off, he’ll gladly suck it up to make sure his kids never have to relate with steve about his relationship with his parents)

having to begrudgingly put up with each other at soccer games, parent teacher meetings, school plays, etc.

omfg and during the holiday season steve always spends it with your family because he doesn’t talk to his parents. and usually you two are extraaaaa soft around that time bc for a moment you get to play house as if nothing ever went wrong. but then this year you start dating someone during the holiday season and you invite him over for the gangs friendsgiving and steve has to spend the entire day watching you be all cozied up with some guy and well… steve doesn’t like that… he despises that actually

HMM MAYBE I COULD TYPE SOMETHING UP WHEN I HAVE SOME TIMEEE

IVE GOT A FEW WIPS I WANNA WORK ON FIRST BUT IF I DO WRITE THIS I THINK I MIGHT SAVE IT FOR THE HOLIDAYSSS🫣

[cemetery14]

i keep thinking about murasakibara playing the sims

hed for SURE make all his friends in the sims and fucks with their lives

hed send everyone updates on how their sim is doing

hed probably set kise on fire

[skyliv]

Hey. (Ominous) Imagine how Olivia’s hand would feel as you take it in your own, intending the kiss you mentioned. Slightly calloused perhaps? A busy woman who is constantly buried to her neck in her work, hands that are barely ever given a rest. And yet there’s this warm familiarity in them that brings a sense of softness to those overworked hands nonetheless. Her eyes would follow your every movement as you bow your head to press your lips to her skin; I am sure she’d find it adorable if you found yourself slightly trembling from the boldness of the act, but she’d ensure that her smile to only convey love and warmth to encourage you. I don’t think she’d be able to contain herself after you’re done though, wrapping you in her arms excitedly and kissing you all over.

stopit stop im SHAKING RIGHT NOW had to save the ask so i wouldn’t be sobbing in my first period

i would love to come bearing gifts,,, but i hope knowing how much you light up this app for so many people can suffice

i’m not the best at expressing emotions, irl and here, and this is definitely one of those cases i don’t think i’ll ever get over this dude im just wow oh my god

[aurumacadicus]

maybe omega!Tony helps omega!Steve with his heat? can be as explicit or nonexplicit as you wish

Huh! I’ve done comedic/warm and fuzzy omega/omega but never sexy 🤔 Let’s see what happens!

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“This is, uh. This is quite a selection,” Steve tried to say as diplomatically as possible.

Apparently not diplomatic enough, because Tony’s face immediately fell. “Oh my god you hate it.”

“I don’t hate it!” Steve assured him quickly, turning away from the very kind gesture of... Okay, frankly, the entire wall of sexual implements was intimidating. He didn’t even know what half of them were, and he was kind of distracted by the fact that both the fuck machine and Sybian saddle were obviously set to Tony’s measurements, which didn’t help the fact that Steve’s libido had been simmering at a very steady medium-high for the last three days. “I don’t. It was very kind of you to offer me the use of your... collection.”

Tony glanced between his face and the closet, disappointment quickly morphing into humiliation. “Oh my god this was too much. You think I’m a nympho or something.”

“I don’t think you’re a nympho!” Steve exclaimed, exasperated. “I just--this is so much, Tony, and the last time I had an unmedicated heat, all that existed were knotting dildos--”

“That you knew of,” Tony muttered.

Steve was not even going to touch that. “--So it’s just... a little overwhelming?”

Tony glanced into the closet, looking guilty again. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, Tony,” Steve told him firmly, because he didn’t. Quite frankly, he probably should have been building his own collection and doing some exploring himself. “And maybe, when I’m not on the cusp of heat, we can explore some of your toys together.” He really wanted to know about that Sybian saddle. “For now, can we just... would it be okay if we just touched each other? Got used to each other’s bodies first?”

“...You don’t want me to grab one of the knotting dildos?” Tony asked, shoulders hunching a little. “I don’t--I can probably get you off, but you might like the comfort of a knot, too.”

Steve reached out, cupping Tony’s cheeks in his hands and carefully tracing the shape of his cheekbones with his thumbs. “Maybe a little further into my heat,” he allowed, watching as Tony’s shoulders relaxed. “I think, to begin with, I’d like to focus on you and me. I’ll tell you if I want a knot, okay?”

“Okay,” Tony breathed, leaning his face into Steve’s hands.

“I’m actually pretty excited, Tony,” Steve added, and smiled when Tony perked up a little. “You’ve got such clever hands. I can’t wait to have your fingers inside me.”

“Hh,” Tony squeaked, and Steve marveled as Tony’s face flooded with heat.

“Oh my god,” Steve began.

“Stop,” Tony told him immediately. “I’m just not used to being complimented like that okay. Listen. Listen I said--”

Steve began bullying him back toward Tony’s bed. Traditionally, they’d share his heat in his bed, so he’d feel more comfortable and at home. But Tony didn’t seem too terribly put out with his bed being their mating spot, and Steve probably wouldn’t have made it back to his room without embarrassing himself. “And you have such a wicked mouth, Tony, I can’t wait for you to use it on me.”

“If you sit on my face you’ll crush me can I eat you out while you’re on your knees,” Tony babbled frantically. “Or--as long as you promise to only smother me a little that would be fine too, I like that--”

Steve couldn’t keep from clutching Tony to his body even if he wanted to. “You’ll eat me out?” he breathed, hoping he didn’t sound too surprised.

“...What else did you mean?” Tony asked, looking bewildered, and then cried out, “Steve!” as Steve let go of him to crumple to the ground.

Steve took a moment to just crouch on the ground, hands gripping into fists so tight that his knuckles went white. He’d never been eaten out before. He’d heard it was really good. Bucky had bragged about doing it to his dames, and his dames had always looked pleased as punch, all glowing smirks, whenever they caught him gloating. He’d always wondered. And Tony just. Assumed that’s what he meant about his mouth.

“I’m too horny to get up,” Steve whined, and he knew his pants were soaked with how slick he was. He thanked every god he could think of for deciding to listen to Tony when he’d raised his eyebrows at his khakis and said sweatpants would help with the discomfort of bloating. At least they wouldn’t be struggling to get them off.

“I, um, oh,” Tony said, and Steve couldn’t tell if he was panicking or also contending with his blood rushing south. “That’s, ah--I could get the suit? To pick you up? Or I could just eat you here on the floor, this is a good position actually--”

Steve was in actual physical pain. On one hand, being hefted around was filling him with a thrill, and he didn’t even care that the suit would be doing the bulk of the work instead of Tony--actually, he was pretty shocked by how much he liked the idea. On the other hand, he was perfectly fine with not going anywhere, just staying here on the ground with his ass up in the air while Tony licked into him. The simmer that had been thrumming through him the past few days was quickly reaching a roaring boil, and he realized with a jolt that the lead-up was over--his preheat was over. The heat was here.

“Okay,” Tony said, and that was the Tony he knew and loved, the one who took stock and took charge. “Okay, I’m not leaving, I’m grabbing some pillows for our knees. Can you take your pants off yourself?”

Steve tried to lift one shaking hand, but he suddenly felt exhausted, the effort insurmountable. He didn’t think he could lift his other hand when it was holding all of his weight, the idea of shifting back onto his heels too daunting. He just... he just wanted to be taken care of.

“That’s fine,” Tony told him kindly, coming back over to him. “I’ll do it. I just didn’t know if you might want to do it yourself. Here, you just have to be strong enough to lift your knees for a moment. One at a time if you need to. There you go,” he praised as Steve managed to lift his trembling legs, one after the other, and settled his knees in the middle of the pillow. “That’s good.” He placed a pillow directly under Steve’s head, then circled around him. “I’m going to pull your pants down, okay? We’ll worry about getting them off in a different position. Are you ready?”

“Your pillow,” Steve mumbled, frowning down at the one beneath him in confusion.

“I’ve got my pillow,” Tony assured him. “I’ve got many pillows. You get two pillows because... uh... because it’s your heat. Yeah, that’s why.”

“Oh,” Steve said, because that didn’t sound right or even halfway convincing, but the idea of getting Tony’s mouth on him was more important. “Okay.”

He only discovered what the pillow was for as Tony was eating him through his third orgasm, elbows giving out so he face-planted directly into it.

[chaotic-neutral-knitter]

I think one of the kindest things you can do for people with various mental health struggles is just... let people back into your life after they've been absent for a while.

Making friends as an adult is so fucking hard already and isolating yourself from other people is a very common symptom of depression, anxiety, burnout, ocd, trauma, grief, etc. Which means that someone will do the hard work of recovery/healing and resurface back into a world where their previous friends have written them off because they stopped showing up.

So if you know someone where you're like "yeah we could have been better friends but they fell off the map a bit" and that person suddenly reaches out, or starts showing up to events even though you kind of forgot they were still in the group chat... well they may have been Going Through It and you don't actually have to punish them for their absence you can just be glad that they're back.

[shadow-queens-blog]

hey does this make sense? am i reaching?

[feltcreature]

a friend :o)

[bruhstation]

you’re just like the rest of them

[seenthisepisode]

no offence but the reason tumblr is “dying” is, well, yes, of course the cursed like/reblog ratio and the change in user behaviour (because of people being used to how instagram and tiktok work) BUT also the lack of weekly shows. i say it with my whole chest, they don't produce captivating and engaging stupid weekly tv shows anymore because streaming killed that so you have spikes of activity here when Something happens in general fandom or up to three days after a new season of whatever drops and then it's a wasteland. this is obviously an old woman yelling at a cloud missing supernatural and the vampire diaries and pretty little liars and all these other shows type of post but honestly give me back weekly tv shows where i have something to watch for 40 minutes almost every day of the week after work so then i can read and reblog it on tumblr give it back for the sake of my sanity

[lemongogo]

dont forget what happened to icarus

[pbnmj]

THE NOIR-HOBIE INTERACTIONS THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND ARE VERY REAL TO ME. SONY PLEASE PICK UP WHAT I’M PUTTING DOWN!!!

[egggelatin]

hurry!!

[platoapproved]

louis + cruelty

[petitprincess1]

Fuck....

FUCK!