#Worm-pal <3< /div> Explore tagged Tumblr posts

[digital-mine]

I dunno I just want to keep sending you asks. I hope you don't mind it

Also please do not expect consistency with these. I'm a person who appears, sends 80 messages and then disappears for the next month

I'll try to make sure you know I'm alive. But except for that, I'm just chilling and bed rotting

Anyway

I'll try to check out your fav Miku song. I'll need to look it up from one of your ask answers. Totally not me knowing a lot of your posts from the top of my head. Totally not. Anyway I know it had snow in the thumbnail ^^

- Worm-pal <3

i dont mind at all ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა it makes me happy rlly !! and dw about that, u can send a message anytime u like, ill always b here ᜊ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᜊ n yayayyayayayyay tell me if u like the song !!!!

. . .maybe, listen 2 hibikase too. let it remind u of me !!!!

[seaofreverie]

So here are all my TMBG bracelets! (and also METAL as a bonus)

[hello-there]

Communities are a new way to connect with the people on Tumblr who care about the things you care about! Browse Communities to find the perfect one for your interests or create a new one and invite your friends and mutuals!

[platonic-pals-punchout]

The Fourth Stall (book series) | Worm (web novel)

Christian "Mac" Barret & Vince:

they've been best friends since the minute they met, and they run a business together. they also both play baseball, and they are obsessed with the chicago cubs and regularly challenge each other with trivia about them. everyone at their school knows of them as a duo, teachers included. they're rarely seen apart, and their friendship is like the main thing at the center of the trilogy. even though no one but me will likely nominate them, i need it to be known how special their friendship is to me. when i think of platonic duos or best friend characters, they are always without fail the first thing to come to my mind.

Taylor Hebert (Skitter) & Lisa Wilbourn (Tattletale):

There's the fact that Lisa realized that Taylor was suicidally depressed in a "go out in a blaze of glory" way, and pulled her back from that. They provide each other with a lot of much-needed emotional support.

Fanart by [Lizardinkart]

[betweenblackberrybranches]

I will join you in becoming a worm

Worm pals !!!!!!!!!!

[bmpmp3]

dysgraphic artiƨts risɘ UP!!!!!

[qeyond]

One day I'd like to share my A oc with y'all but nervous but also I love him so dearly he's me, he's A, he's stubborn, and childish, and a smart ass but baby...

But also more than being an A oc he developed into just being my own oc and in non-death note universe, as a kid, he helps solve little mysteries around the neighborhood he grew up in with his besties Cole (originally my B oc) and Thomas (my friends oc who was a V oc) and they call themselves the Misfit Knights!!! They're all kinda misfits for one reason or another at their school and slowly become a found family type of friend group and eventually becoming the misfit knights really helps to reconnect with their classmates and community. They solve little mysteries for kids at school or in the neighborhood like "who took my backpack!!" or "the group of bullies are scaring me :(". Tho in that case they kind of just end up diverting the bullies attention to themselves, which in their opinion is a Problem Solved, even if it's Their Problem now.

Their biggest mystery and the one that jostles them all the most is The Missing Pets, which they're just kids and they haven't really interacted with criminal crimes before so they just think someone like stole them or something... ? It's very strange and they don't really realize it's like... Something that will put them in real danger until they're in the basement of the person, and close family friend of Thomas', they think is causing the pets to go missing and they See Scary Things Down There....

Anyway I'm rambling but I love them all so much and I love the idea of them all ending up in the Wammy house in some alternate reality but their bonds are shaken up and broken and weird now cuz they're older and Things Happened after/during the Missing Pets arc that really drew them apart and they either take the wammys house too seriously or it fucks their shit so bad.

[lunariarts]

Absolutely gonna spread my Lancer brainrot here, but rules as written, furries are canon through the use of free and accessible biological and technological body modification.

The creators of the game have also outright said all games are canon, no matter how much homebrew you cram in, that's canon somewhere in the paracausal mecha universe.

Oh and if you want to get into it, the player side of the core rulebook is free and there's a companion website called comp/con that helps players easily track information, manage characters, and read some lore stuff; all new mechs and items are also free from new supplements. You only have to pay for the gm side of the game and further info about the narrative!

Comp/con is like dndbeyond only free and fully functional.

you are more than welcome to spread any and all brain molds and/or worms to me anon

lancer does seem really cool, and having now looked a lil at comp/con and how nice it is to help with character management for such a crunchy game, it's very tempting to just get the books and start reading

If I wasn't prepping for running blades in the dark right now I would already have it I assure you hehe

[belovedblabber]

1, 3, 4, tlt?

<3 thank youuu I always have so much fun with these

1. which character do you relate to the most from your fandom?

Oh this is tricky. Funnily I think it might be Palamedes, who I adore but do not talk about enough on here. The reasons for my relating to him would take an essay for me to parse the why though sdfrtyhjk

3. what is your favorite ship?

This one is hard because for some reason with tlt sorting ships in my head gets tricky! I know not why. I do love Griddlehark, because of all of the STUFF contained therein, there's so much to unpack there, there's so much going on, devotion to the point of ruin and fragmenting et al. Ianthe/Harrow is also fun to me, as is Ianthe/Kiriona (in a 'gay sex is going to make this worse but I think we should give it a shot anyway' way asdfg)

Also a big fan of Jaugustine idk what's going on there but I want to bottle it

I did a bad job of answering this I was supposed to just give one oops

4. what is your favorite CANON ship?

This is kind of cheating because I already mentioned John/Augustine above, but I love whatever the fuck John Augustine and Mercy have going on. Does this count as an answer here? I'm going with yes.

Actually my TRUE favorite canon ship is me/Abigale Pent milf extraordinaire. Just kidding I would never ruin her marriage I'm not going to be a homewrecker AGAIN

[bogleech]

ALSO ON STORENVY HERE

ONCE UPON A DARK TIME IN THE TERROR AGES SOME MORON SCARED THE WORLD TO DEATH (GEE THANKS PAL!!!!!!!) BY WRITING A STORY CALLED "THE DAY OF ALL THE BLOOD." THE STORY WAS SO DARK AND GROSS THAT ANYONE WHO READ IT GOT SCARED IN REAL LIFE ALSO.

NOW MANY CENTURIES LATER THE SAME TWISTEFIED AUTHOR IS PUTTING THE STORY IN REAL PAPER YOU CAN TOUCH ALTHOUGH THE STORY IS STILL FAKE (………OR IS IT…………..) ALONG WITH SEVERAL OF THE ORIGINAL RELATED STORIES AND A BUNCH OF BRAND NEW ONES TOO SCARY TO PUT ON THE INTERNET!! ALSo the new stories aren't entirely in caps lock anymore because that got old if they were LOUDER you would get scared so hard you would quite possibly die to death for all time. This small thin paperback prints and ships in time to ruin thanksgiving or maybe christmas!!!!!!!

BRAND NEW STORIES INCLUDE:

THE MOST MURDERED GIRL IN THE WORLD: One day a girl did not listen to her mother, and got murdered by all the murderers in the world at once. The power of almost 100 murders at once transformed her forever…but into what!? The clue is in the title, but you'll never guess. heh heh heh.

THE TRUEST CRIME: one day there was a crime so terrible you will not be able to read what the bad guy did without throwing up your guts at how evil it was. Let's just say it sends 100 MILLION BABIES to prison…and that's only the beginning………

THE BODYLESS DOG: what happens when a dog gets its body cut off and doesn't die!? Well he isn't happy about it I can tell you that much.

VAMPIRE HANDS: this story is about YOU and the time your hands turned into the hands of a vampire. Maybe you think having to keep your hands in tiny coffins all day long doesn't sound so bad but that is only one of the more than one things you have to do when you have vampire hands!!!!!!

THE INVISIBLEST KNIFE: in this story you accidentally kill everyone and everything you care about and even ruin a hot dog completely. Don't worry! There's no such thing as the invisiblest knife! I am looking around right now and I don't see it anywhere. Do you??

WHEN ALL THE STEEL TURNED INTO WORMS (and it was not my fault!!!) this is one of the LONGEST stories (more than two pages!) in the book and is about when one day all the steel in the world became worms that were scared of humans so if you even looked at a car it would fall apart from all the worms running away into the dirt. Again these are descriptions and not the whole stories so this is just one of the things that happens!

THE DAY IT RAINED THE HEADS FROM SPACE: what happens when a really sharp human space probe meets a planet where everyone is the same exact height and always stands in a line on a perfectly flat plane?!?!?!?!?!!?!!?? Well they aren't happy about it I can tell you that much.

THE DOG THAT WAS TOO LONG: you like dogs, do you??? Well sometimes wishes come true but sometimes…sometimes wishes suck and were stupid to make actually. Fool.

THE WEIRD GUY: don't worry, there's no such thing as a weird guy, and if there was, it would not turn out to have been you all along! Pretend you didn't read this massive spoiler.

THE GHOST'S GHOSTS: everyone knows a ghost is twice as scary as a regular person, but what about a ghost's ghost? Obviously that would be twice as scary as a regular ghost. A twisted tale of how the human race is exterminated several hundred times in a row.

DARKNESS MOM: the worst most awful most disgusting scariest monster in the WORLD!! You will TERRIFIED to read about this mom who is TOO TALL and has a GROSS TOO LONG TONGUE and SHARP MONSTER HANDS and if she GETS YOU she will make you be IN TROUBLE all the time for like NO reason!!! NOOOO!!!!!!

THE THINGS THAT DID THE WRONG THINGS: you better not read this secret government list of things that do the wrong stuff!! The secret guys will catch you and you'll have to go to secret jail so you don't go telling everyone about anomanolies such as THE WORST TURTLE (three words, FOOL: spikes on it) or THE CLOCK THAT TELLS TIM (tim is alright though this is not his fault)

THE HALF MURDERER: what if a normal person and a murderer had a baby? It's more likely than you think! Or shall we say…half more likely…mwa ha ha ha

THE REVENGE OF THE DAY OF ALL THE BLOOD: THE LONG FEARED SEQUEL (WARNING: this one is in capitol letters again, it is PULLING NO PUNCHES!)

…………AND MAYBE SOME MORE IF I FEEL LIKE IT! *actually some more are already in it I just might add a couple more than that even

[hummingbee-lievable]

Song of the Day #24:

'Mile Magnificent' by Molly OfGeography (released 2019).

An apartment when it's empty echoes lovely, bright and clean

Sing odes to green-blue water that we stole so it comes free

All things end, it's part of living; forest fires feed the trees

Lift your glasses full of sunshine, sing a toast to gasoline

Track #4 on 'Myths'.

Fun fact: Molly refers to this song as 'The Song My Producer Said I Was Not Allowed To Name “CHICAGO IS BETTER THAN NEW YORK”'.* Honestly, her descriptions for so of the songs on this album are hilarious:

'1) The Song That Made My Producer Go, “Wait, What Was That Bit About Worms?”

2) The Song My Producer Said I Had To Append A Parenthetical To So That People Would Be Able To Find It Because The Lyrics Never Mention The Title Once But I Was Raised On Fanfiction So Joke’s On You, Pal! I Love A Long Title With A Parenthetical In It!!!

3) The Song That Is Sad'

Pretty dang accurate, honestly. Also, I think she has a Tumblr!!! *Gasp.* What if I...tag her???

@ofgeography Hiiii and thank you, your music is amazing.

I did it bees and knees (yes, this is my hip modern way of including every kind of person, fight me or provide more hilarious options; I'm content with either option).

I have had a fun time perusing this flavourful dose of humanity's wild website and I think my fun fact today should be her story where she becomes a donut god:

You're welcome, singular entity that reads this blog (that entity being my sister and/or the rogue bots, doesn't matter, we're all friends here).

Personal blurb: Alright, full disclosure time: I discovered this artist because of the 'Good Omens' fandom. Someone said we were missing out on feelings and shared this song, and when I tell you I felt those feelings, I certainly don't mean that I danced to this on repeat for several months (and her 'Hanahaki (Bloom)'), often at 3 in the morning in the bathroom. Of course not.

Pro tip: dancing with your toothbrush in your mouth is a choking hazard, but in the spirit of Alanis Morissette, I recommend doing it anyway:

One of my favourite books in the world is 'The Overstory' by Richard Powers. In it, one of the themes that arises often is the concept of pyrophitic serotinous plants (it's okay, I won't remember it either). They are plants that need fire to open. (There are actually different types of pyrophitic plants, from passive to fire-activated but I probably shouldn't start talking about that because you'll need to pull out the duct tape.)

(Technically, 'serotinous' plants are a category in which plants release seeds over a longer period of time, and it doesn't matter how they are released, but the seeds that open by fire fit into this category.) The eucalyptus tree, the lodgehole pine, and other trees encase their seeds in resin that can only be melted by fire (thereby releasing the seeds).

The thing that I love about this concept is this: we need to burn to grow. I recently read this book called 'Life in Oil' about the Cofàn tribe in Ecuador who were drastically impacted by oil companies. And the thing was: Yes. They were impacted horribly (physically, psychologically, environmentally, the works). They also survived. They figured out, through tumult and trial and falling apart, how to keep going.

This song screams to me of that same instinct. I mean, look at us. This is what we do, isn't it? We fight, we fall, we continue. We're just like every other aspect of nature in that we are born, and in our fight to continue, we impact everything around us. We're just a part of the cycle and eventually we will decay back to where we belong and serve as soil for our children. And all we'll be? A story. And after a while, not even that. Just a whisper of what was.

In a way? I find that freeing. We might as well live the life we want to live; how little it will matter. (This isn't absolution, please don't go murdering people.) I just mean that I don't have to put so much weight into every little thing. Not everything has to be joyful or depressing (and if we really think about it, everything is always a balance of both). It can just be what it is.

We are as we are. And we don't have to love ourselves for it, but we don't have to hate ourselves either.

I love the lyrics to this song. For a long time, I misheard 'We're animals of love/ the city never makes us beg' as 'the city never makes us pay' and I don't know why? But I kind of like that image.

We are animals of love. And that's okay.

We are the cogs in a continuous cycle and we always will be.

I think often of this monologue (content warning for the video, it's gory, but you don't need to watch it, you can just listen) from 'Midnight Mass' so often, in regards to this:

We just are. Everything just is.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Blue Blood and Rain [3]

King John X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info •ko-fi•

Summary: You go to the King's chambers as requested.

Series Masterlist

A/N: A huge, huge, huge thank you to @thexsanctuaryx for betaing and helping me out with this one! <3

Warnings: Kissing, dry humping, coming in pants, reader is a virgin, overuse of italics, power dynamics because he's the king, I have totally made up servant/noble dynamics because I wanted to, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 2859

You'd expected a little more difficulty to get here. A complication. Something. 

But it had all been too easy.

Lady Bowhale had excused you from your duties early as she was meeting up with another noble. No one even noticed you as you made your way to the side of the castle that held the King's private chambers, why would they? 

The guards didn't even question you when you approached them, you'd hardly even held up the pendant the King had given you before they had already nodded and escorted you down the corridor. 

You wondered how many times they'd done this, how many times someone had been invited to his room for…for whatever was going to happen.

The guards leave you when you reach a door, returning to their post without a word.

You shift your weight from foot to foot, nausea building in your throat as anxiety worms and twists in your stomach. You breathe deeply and knock quickly before you completely lose your nerve.

“Come.” The King’s voice is firm and politely disinterested.

Maybe you had misunderstood. Maybe this was a terrible, terrible idea. 

You bite your lips together before you push open the heavy wooden door and step inside. 

You keep your eyes to the floor as you move, turning quickly to close the door behind you and then stand with your hands clasped too tightly in front of you. 

You miss the smile that spreads across the King’s face when he looks up from his desk and sees you. But you hear as he stands and walks towards you, the grind of his chair as he pushes it from the table, the faint rustle of his clothes. 

You keep your eyes cast down when he stops directly in front of you, barely a hand width away. 

“Now, now,” he gently places his forefinger under your chin and tilts your head upwards to meet his gaze, “is this any way to greet your King?” 

Dread flushes through your veins despite the tease in his voice. “I, Your Highness -Your Majesty- I’m-”

A smile pulls at his lips as you fumble with your words, but it doesn’t last long as he leans forward, pressing his mouth to yours and swallowing your distress.

He pushes you lightly up against the door, pressing his chest flush to yours as he deepens the kiss. One hand grips your hip while the other strokes down your cheek, your neck, squeezing lightly at your shoulder.

When he pulls back a fraction to break the kiss it leaves you breathless. “Just as sweet as I remember.” He mutters, moving his hand up from your hip to your waist, while he caresses your cheek with the backs of his fingers.

Heat runs along your skin. You bite your lip as you stare at him.

“Uh uh,” he tuts and presses his thumb against your bottom lip, gently easing it from between your teeth. “I am the only one allowed to do that.” His voice is low, heavy with lust as he dips forward again to kiss you. His tongue swipes along your lip before he nips lightly, using your gasp of surprise as an advantage to slip his tongue into your mouth. 

You pull lightly at his shirt, urging him closer, and when he presses his knee between your legs you open them without thinking. So eager to be utterly caught up in the heat of his kiss. 

You breathe hard as he trails his lips along your jaw, sucking lightly just below your ear. 

He grinds against you languidly, pressing his hardening cock to your centre and groaning when you instinctively buck. “So eager for me,” he mutters between kisses, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. 

He takes hold of your thigh, hooking his hand under your knee and spreading you wider as he places your leg over his hip.

A splash of panic settles along your nerves, overriding any pleasure his mouth brings. 

He’s obviously experienced, used to others who can at least keep up with him. It wasn’t as if you were completely naive, but you were certainly lacking in practical experience. 

“I, erm, Your Highness, I,” you fumble your words, letting your anxiety overtake you. You would be a disappointment. 

To your surprise he stops his onslaught on your skin, pulling back ever so slightly to look into your eyes while staying close. He smiles softly, stroking your cheek once more like he is calming a wild animal. “What is it sweet thing?” He lightly kisses your lips. “You can tell your King.” 

You swallow, breathing deeply as dread settles in your veins. This was foolish, you were being foolish. 

“You’re shaking.” He whispers, his voice sweet and gentle, as he takes hold of your left hand. He kisses your palm, your fingers, before he presses it to his cheek. “You need not be afraid of me.”

“I’m not afraid of you, Your Highness,” You say softly, but you’re not sure if you’re being completely honest. “I, I’m,  just…”

He listens intently for a moment, but when you don’t continue he presses his lips to your wrist and takes a step back, carefully lowering your leg to the ground. 

Your chest hurts. A deep widespread pain that all but robs the breath from you. You’d displeased him, you’d-

“Here,” he keeps hold of your hand, kissing your knuckles and gently guiding you further into the room. “Come, sit with me.” 

He gives you a reassuring smile as he leads you to a lush seat by the fire. It’s only now that you look around and truly take in the beauty of the room, the fine tapestries covering the walls, the dark wood furniture.

He gestures for you to sit first, bowing his head ever so slightly as if you were some Lady he was trying to court and not… you didn’t want to think about it. 

He sits next to you, angling his body so that he’s facing towards you, his thigh brushing against yours. Far too close to be innocent.

You swallow and bite your bottom lip. 

The King grins. “What did I tell you about that?” He teases. “Behave or I’ll kiss you senseless.”

“What if I want you to?” You retort, speaking before thinking. 

His smile widens, “That’s better,” and leans towards you again. 

“Your Highness, I am not,” you blurt out and he pauses. Inwardly you curse yourself. “I am not… experienced  in these matters.” You keep your eyes closed as you speak, it was easier than meeting his fierce gaze, from being distracted by his beautiful eyes.

“I am… I will be a disappointment to you.” You finally finish. “I’m sorry…”

He is quiet for a long moment. And it is only when you finally find the strength to open your eyes that you see him beaming. 

“Is that what you were so nervous about?” His amusement is clear in his voice. 

You nod, practically wanting to bury your head in your hands.

“Aww, my sweet.” He kisses your cheek, nuzzling against you and heat flows over your skin. He runs his fingers along your jaw as he leans back to watch you. “You’re nervous?” 

You nod.

He pauses, taking his time with his words. “I know I ordered you to be here but… tell me honestly, with no repercussions for you on my part, do you wish to be here with me?” 

You meet his gaze quickly and nod.

His grin returns at your eagerness. “Good, but I want to assure you that, at any moment when we are in my chambers together you can leave without repercussions. You can say stop, and I’ll stop, understand?” 

You nod again but he can see the worry written across your face. 

“I am not interested in doing things that you do not want,” he leans closer, “that you do not enjoy.” He lightly presses his lips against your throat and your breath hitches. “My pleasure comes from yours.” He whispers, kissing just below your ear. 

You shiver, instinctively moving to press yourself closer to him.

“You are not, and never will, disappoint me,” his breath is warm on your cheek as he guides your mouth to his once more. Kissing you like you're his only source of oxygen. 

“Though,” he mutters against your lips, “I am interested in what ‘not experienced’ means to you.” There’s a tease in his voice that sets your blood on fire. Part of you wants to hide your face, dissuade him from making you answer. But you can tell by the look on his face that he isn’t going to let this go so easily. 

“I…” you squirm a little under his watchful eye as he strokes your cheek softly, obviously enjoying your discomfort. 

But he seems to take pity on you, lending forward and placing a light kiss to your lips. “Alright, let me make this easier for you, yes?” 

You watch him a little suspicious of his smile, certain he’s trying to lead you into some sort of trap. 

“Am I your first kiss?” He asks, licking at his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. 

You shake your head and his grin widens.

“I didn’t think so,” he brushes his thumb lower, stroking your jaw.

“You didn’t think so?” You put a little mock outrage into your voice and he laughs. 

“Your kisses are too sweet to be completely innocent.” 

“I am going to take that as an insult.” You jab lightly and his eyes gleam. 

“Oh dear,” he runs his fingers softly over your collarbone. “I best try to make it up to you then, do my best to get back into your good graces.” He kisses you gently, sliding his hand around to the back of your neck to urge you closer. Not that it was needed, you’d moved instinctively closer, craving more of his touch. 

He licks along your bottom lip before groaning as he slips inside. He licks into your mouth, stroking your tongue with his own before he kisses your cheek, chin, leaving soft, sweet impressions along your jaw until he reaches the point just below your ear. 

You moan weakly, your breath hitching as he lightly sucks, his fingers stroking gently across your skin. 

“Is that nice?” He coos, already knowing the answer and seeming far too pleased with himself. 

You nod unthinkingly, shivering as he kisses the same spot again, dragging his teeth across the faint love bite he left. 

You grab hold of his bicep, sinking your fingers into the soft material of his shirt and tugging him close without realising.

Another small moan leaves your throat as he pulls back once more and chuckles. For a moment he only rubs the top of his nose against your neck, inhaling deeply before he speaks. “Am I the first to kiss your neck?” He asks, silky smooth, the hint of his smile in his voice. 

You shake your head.

“No?” He teases, pretending to pout. 

“No but…” you swallow, feeling almost lightheaded. “But it didn’t feel like that.” 

“Really?” He presses another light kiss to your throat and you shiver.

“Really.” 

He chuckles, “what did it feel like?” 

“Hmm?” 

“When the other kissed your neck, what did it feel like?” 

You pause, trying to find the right words and not wanting to lie to him. “Wet.” 

He snorts, utterly amused. “Wet?”

You nod.

He chuckles. “Surely this is wet too, is it not?” He nips at your skin purposefully, dragging his tongue over your jugular and squeezing your hip when you sigh and shiver, pushing closer to him wantonly. 

“Yes,” you bite back the sounds in your throat, “but it’s…” 

“It’s…?” He raises his eyebrows expectantly. 

“It feels different, it feels good.”

“You didn’t enjoy it before?” There’s a light sadness in his tone that’s catches you off guard. 

“It was fine.” 

“Well, that will not do,” he smiles and leans back a little so he can look at your face, “fine is not exquisite is it?” 

You shake your head. 

His smile widens, “you deserve to feel wonderful,” he cups your cheek, gently urging you back to his warm mouth and soft lips. 

You comply eagerly, melting into the kiss and sighing.

Gently he slips his hands down to your waist and hips, silently urging you to move and climb into his lap.

At first, you hesitate despite your body screaming for you to comply. 

He nips at your bottom lip softly, licking into your mouth teasingly for a second, “please.” He asks softly stroking your cheek once more, peppering kisses over your skin. “Please.” He urges again, gently pleading with you

A happy sigh leaves him when you finally climb into his lap, your legs on either side of his. At first, you rest gingerly, not wanting to put any of your weight on him. But he carefully persuades you to settle, his hands warm as they trace patterns on your sides through your dress. 

He watches you intently the whole time, a small smile teasing at his lips when your centre finally brushes against his.

You gasp, your thighs tense at the touch. Instinctively you move back like you’ve been burnt, but he presses you closer, one hand flat on your back until your chests are touching. 

His clothed length presses hot and hard against you.

You squirm, breathing deeply as heat rises to your skin. 

“What about this?” 

“Your Highness?” 

He grins, chuckling kindly. “What about this?” He rocks his hips up as he holds your waist, perfectly massaging his cock against your clit. 

You whine, closing your eyes fiercely and grabbing hold of his shoulders, unsure whether you should push him away and or pull him closer. 

“Have you done this before?” He asks in that silky sweet tone as if he was speaking about trying a new meal.

You shake your head, still not opening your eyes, “No,” you manage to gasp out, swallowing, “No I haven’t.” 

“Oh,” he teases, “what a shame. So you’re telling me that no one has ever gotten to see these sweet little faces you're making?” 

Embarrassment scratches along your nerves. “No.” 

“Good.” He growls lowly, grinning wickedly, pulling you closer and mouthing at your neck until you are breathless and gasping, hanging onto him for dear life. 

He controls the steady pace, not wanting to overwhelm you any more than he already is. 

You shake above him, your body starting to move on autopilot as you chase the pleasure he’s giving you.

He watches you intently through hazy eyes, his breathing growing ragged as you begin to rock against him on your own.

“I can feel how warm you are, my sweet thing.” He says in hushed tones as he slides one hand from your hip to your thigh. He groans as you mewl, picking up the pace of his hips slightly as he presses against you. He strokes against a spot that makes you sob and focuses all his attention on making you do it again.

“I can only imagine what it feels like to be deep inside you.” He groans, breathless, pulling you closer again so he can once more slip his tongue past your lips. 

But before he gets a chance you flick your tongue into his mouth and he moans wantonly, his hips bucking as he eagerly accepts you. 

Your back arches as wetness builds between your legs, your body aching for him. He squeezes your right breast, pinching at the pebbling nipple until you squirm and whine and sink your fingers into his dark curls. 

You tug lightly, unintentionally at first, but it seems to set him off; has him groaning louder into your mouth as you eagerly drink down the sweet sounds. He rubs and ruts against you, moving you so you stroke against him exactly how he carves. 

The pleasure starts to amp up from its slow build, seizing your limbs as it gains momentum. You manage to pull your mouth back from his a fraction, your high pitched wrecked cries echoing around the room. “I…” You gasp, trying to form words.

“Oh god,” he groans, truly rutting against you like a buck in heat. “That’s it, that’s it, let it overtake you, let it, let me see you come.”

Your orgasm cracks up your spine like electricity, robbing you of thought. You press yourself as close to him as you physically can, your forehead against his as pleasure rocks through your body like a tidal wave. 

He gasps, moving frantically, trying to prolong your pleasure and the beautiful look on your face when his own orgasm catches up on him. 

He comes hard, spilling in his trousers and shaking in the aftermath. 

You both breathe heavily, still pressed close to each other. Sweat beads on your skin and when you open your eyes the King is looking up at you with soft eyes. 

“You are the first person to ever make me come without taking my trousers off, my sweet.” He smiles at you, the expression widening when you laugh and bury your face into his chest.

Thank you for reading!

@pleasurebuttonwrites @raven-rk @campingwiththecharmings @alexxavicry @whatthefishh

@romanarose @strangerhands @saturn-rings-writes @lonelyisamyw-0love @queerponcho

@steven-grants-world  @eyelessfaces @angel-of-the-moons @minigirl87 @lunar-ghoulie

@silvernight-m @autismsupermusicalassassin @apesarecuul @reallyrallyauthor @basicalyrandom

@alwaysmicado @mangoslushcrush @marc-spectorr @soft-girl-musings  @spxctorsslxt

@novarosewood

If you'd like to be taken off the tag list please let me know here

[digital-mine]

Sitting and refreshing your blog until I see an answer day 273627

I dunno I just always am anxious to send these and afterwards I can't stop thinking about it.

And since I don't get notifs when I'm on anon I'm just refreshing the blog lol

And your responses always make my day ><

- Worm-pal <3

shjegsjsh im sorry 4 taking long 2 respond !!! i was getting some overdue assignments done x.x (i have 2 return 2 them but i will probably stay up almost all night so ill be here if u wanna send anything) and actually im exactly like that !!! i send anon asks 2 people i admire n i get super anxious abt it xP i completely know how u feel but u dont ever have 2 be anxious w me !!! i love it when u send me asks too ! ♡

[fkinkindagauche]

So Jealous

For @steddiesmuttyseptember week 3 prompts - rough, lingerie, and aftercare.

Rating: Explicit | WC: 2,077 | CW: BDSM (heavy-ish), jealousy play, third party doesn’t realize jealousy play is happening but they are in it for a very short amount of time and nothing actually happens with them aside from some dancing, consensual slut shaming | Tags: deep throating, anal sex, rough sex, BDSM, sub Steve Harrington, mean Dom Eddie Munson, aftercare, coming untouched, come marking, subspace, slapping, hair pulling, jealousy kink, spitting, established relationship

Author's Note: Steve and Eddie have previously agreed upon the scene that happens in this fic. Everything that happens has been discussed beforehand, even if they are pretending to be surprised/upset by things.

“You ready?” Eddie asked after they pulled into a parking space, reaching over to grab Steve’s hand and give it a squeeze. 

Steve nodded. “Absolutely.”

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much? Traffic light system?” 

“You know I will, baby.” Steve pulled their clasped hands up to his mouth and kissed the back of Eddie’s hand. “You, too. This was all my idea, don’t let me push you too far.”

Eddie nodded, giving Steve’s hand a final squeeze and getting out of the car. 

They walked a few blocks from the parking garage to the club, hands held together swinging between them. Steve, dressed much skimpier than usual, shivered in the cold October air. He was wearing a pair of obscenely short shorts with fishnet stockings underneath and a bright pink crop top with the word “SLUT” bedazzled on the front in all caps. He’d put on makeup - glittery eye shadow and mascara, blush, and bright red lipstick. Eddie was wearing his usual outfit of ripped, tight black jeans, combat boots, and a faded band t-shirt. 

They only had to wait a few minutes before being let into the club, a perk of arriving earlier in the evening. They split up as soon as they got inside, Steve heading to the bar as Eddie disappeared into the crowd on the dance floor. Steve wasn’t worried; he knew Eddie would be watching him the whole time. 

As predicted, it took less than a minute for Steve to be approached at the bar. Steve looked up, seeing a preppy looking businessman type approach. That wouldn’t work. Eddie wouldn’t be jealous of a business bro. Steve shook his head apologetically, and the man backed off. 

The next candidate looked like a better option - tall and burly, dressed all in black, with a definite mean edge to him. Very obviously a Dom. Steve gave him an inviting smile as he approached, leaning toward him. 

“Can I buy you a drink, beautiful?” the man asked. 

Steve nodded. “Yes, please,” he said, batting his eyelashes for maximum effect.

“What’s your name?” the man asked, flagging down the bartender. 

Steve panicked slightly. He didn’t want to give this guy his real name, a reaction he hadn’t been expecting, so he hadn’t come up with an alias. “Bud,” he blurted out as his eyes fell on a bottle of Bud Light. 

The man smirked. “Well, Bud, you can call me Pal.” 

Steve let out a breathy laugh, reaching for the man’s meaty upper arm and leaning into him. ‘Pal’ ordered a Long Island Iced Tea for Steve (very classy, trying to get him drunk as fast as possible). Steve took a few sips, then pulled the man toward the dance floor.

He started to dance, arms above his head and hips swaying. The man came up behind him, pressing his pelvis against Steve’s ass, hands coming to rest on the front of Steve’s hips. They danced for a few minutes, the man’s hands trailing all over Steve, who was honestly a little shocked at how long Eddie was holding out.

Finally, when Steve started to feel a hand trying to worm its way into the waistband of his shorts, he felt someone else grab his wrist and yank him away from the groping hands of Pal. It was Eddie, of course, and he looked incredibly pissed off. 

“You little slut,” he hissed at Steve. “I walk away to the bathroom for one second and you’re already letting someone get his hands all over you.” 

“Whoa, sorry, man,” Pal said, raising his hands up and backing away.

“We’re leaving,” Eddie said, tugging Steve toward the door. “I don’t have to put up with this.”

Steve let Eddie drag him toward the door, walking back to the car at a pace way too fast for the heels Steve had on, which Eddie was well aware of. Steve’s calves were burning by the time Eddie shoved him into the passenger seat of the car. 

He wouldn’t speak to Steve on the ten-minute drive home, meeting all of Steve’s attempts to explain with silence. After he pulled into the garage, he finally turned to Steve. “Go to the bedroom and wait for me,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “Leave on your clothes.”  

Steve shivered in anticipation and got out of the car, hurrying into the house and to the bedroom. He could hear Eddie follow him into the house, but he stopped in the kitchen. Steve left all of his clothes on, including the heels, and knelt at the foot of the bed, waiting for Eddie.

Eddie left him like that for at least five minutes, Steve’s knees starting to hurt, before he heard his footsteps approaching the bedroom. Eddie was still fully dressed as well, boots and all, which Steve found insanely arousing.

Eddie walked toward Steve, stopping with his crotch directly in front of Steve’s face. He reached toward Steve’s mouth, shoving two fingers inside. “Who does this mouth belong to?” Eddie asked. When Steve tried to answer around Eddie’s fingers he shoved them deeper, making Steve gag. 

“I didn’t catch that,” Eddie said, fucking his fingers in and out of Steve’s mouth, making it impossible for him to talk. Finally he took them out.

Steve gasped and said, “You, Sir, my mouth belongs to you!” Eddie slapped him across the face, hard. 

“Why do I feel like you don’t really believe that? I saw you letting that man put his hands all over you. Would you have let him put his cock in your mouth, too?” Eddie held Steve by his chin, pinching his cheeks to open Steve’s mouth.

“No, Sir, I wouldn’t,” Steve pleaded. 

Eddie leaned forward, and Steve thought he might be about to get a kiss, which was unexpected, but then Eddie spat directly into Steve’s mouth as he continued to hold it open. Steve moaned, hips bucking wildly, as Eddie hastily undid his own belt and pulled his cock out of his pants, shoving it into Steve’s open mouth, grabbing a handful of Steve’s hair to pull his face in until his nose was buried in Eddie’s pubes.

Eddie set a fast rhythm with his thrusts and Steve had to work hard at swallowing to keep himself from gagging. He wasn’t entirely successful, gagging on several of Eddie’s thrusts, but Eddie kept going, fucking deep into his throat. Steve could feel drool leaking out of his mouth, down his cheeks and onto his neck, and tears dripping down his cheeks. There was precum already leaking into his panties, his body reacting with arousal to being used by Eddie. He felt his mind start to drift, shifting slowly into subspace. 

Eddie pulled him off for a moment, yanking at Steve’s hair until Steve yelped. “Oh, does that hurt, baby?” Eddie asked with mock sympathy.

Steve nodded, tears falling down his face, and Eddie pulled harder. Steve thought he was going to come just from this, and Eddie must have seen it on his face because he picked up his foot and pressed it down hard on Steve’s cock. 

“Fuck!” Steve yelled, trying to squirm out from under Eddie and failing miserably, pinned between his foot on his cock and his hand fisted in his hair. Eddie let go with his hand at the same time he lifted his foot up, and Steve crumpled to the floor. Eddie nudged him with a booted foot.

“Get up,” Eddie demanded, and Steve scrambled to get up. “On the bed, hands and knees.” 

Steve went, briefly catching sight of himself in the mirror. His eyes had that glassy look they got when he was in subspace, his hair was a mess, and his face was bright red, lipstick smudged everywhere and mascara running down his cheeks. Eddie pulled Steve’s shorts and fishnets down, exposing a very small pair of red lace panties. 

Eddie ran his hands over Steve’s ass cheeks, barely covered at all by the lace. Steve was lulled into a false sense of security by the gentle stroking, only to be pulled directly back out by a sharp smack on his right ass cheek. 

“Ow!” he yelled as Eddie pulled his hand back and slapped the left cheek, just as hard. 

“If you didn’t want this, you shouldn’t have let that guy touch you,” Eddie growled into his ear. He pulled the panties to the side, exposing Steve’s asshole and the base of the plug nestled there. Eddie ran his finger over the plug. 

“What about this hole? Who owns this hole?” Eddie asked, pulling out the plug. 

“You do, Sir,” Steve said, arching his back to give Eddie the best view possible. He heard Eddie open a bottle of lube and slick up his cock, but Steve didn't need any prep after having the plug holding him open all night. Eddie shoved into Steve without any fanfare and set a brutal pace. His pants were still almost fully on, and the zipper and belt dug against Steve’s ass with every thrust, giving him a delightful zing of pain.

Eddie reached one hand up to grab a handful of Steve’s hair, the other keeping a firm grip on Steve’s hips, hard enough to leave bruises. He used the hand in his hair to pull Steve back onto his cock over and over. It hurt so bad it was bringing tears to Steve’s eyes again, at the same time as it was bringing him close to coming. 

Eddie wasn’t even hitting his prostate at this angle, which was no doubt deliberate, thrusting into Steve with so much force he thought he might break. 

“You're mine, my slut. No one else gets to have this,” Eddie said, panting between thrusts. 

“Yours, I’m yours,” Steve agreed, feeling his orgasm creeping up on him. Eddie pulled his hair harder, thrusting even deeper, and Steve was gone, coming without touching himself, screaming Eddie’s name. Eddie shoved Steve's face into the bed and fucked him through his orgasm, past the point of oversensitivity. Steve started to whine, trying to squirm away from Eddie, but Eddie held him tight by his hips. Finally, just when Steve thought he wasn't going to be able to take anymore, Eddie pulled out. He flipped Steve over and pulled up his shirt, coming all over Steve’s lace-covered cock, belly, and chest. 

He collapsed on top of Steve for a moment, breathing heavily. “Holy shit. Fuck. Give me a second,” Eddie said, catching his breath. Steve was happily floating, and didn’t mind the weight at all. After a few moments Eddie pushed himself up a little, enough that he could kiss Steve. He kissed him slow and sweet, moving from his mouth to his neck, murmuring nonsense to Steve about what a good boy he was between kisses, stroking his hands through his hair. 

Eddie eventually pushed himself up and off of Steve. Steve grabbed at him as he tried to walk away, and Eddie laughed. “Just gimme a sec, baby, I need to get something to clean you up.” He went into the en suite, shedding his clothes on the way, pausing only to bend and take off his boots. He was naked by the time he got back to the bed with a wet washcloth.

He moved Steve around, helping him take off his shirt and shimmy out of the panties, then wiped all of the cum he could find off of his body. Finally, he got into bed, pulling the covers up so Steve could get in beside him. Steve tangled all of his limbs with Eddie’s, resting his entire body on top of him.

Eddie stroked his hands up and down Steve’s sides and pressed a soft kiss to his hair. “How was that, baby? Was it what you wanted?” he asked. 

“It was perfect,” Steve replied. “Everything I wanted and more. You take such good care of me.” 

Eddie squeezed him. 

“Did you enjoy it?” Steve asked. “Not too much?” When they’d first started exploring kink, they had both thought that as the submissive and the masochist Steve was the one more at risk of having his boundaries crossed, but they’d realized quickly that wasn’t true. 

“Not too much,” Eddie confirmed, kissing him again. “I loved it.” 

Steve looked up at him and smiled. “Oh, good. Next time maybe you can fuck me in the club bathroom.” 

Eddie’s eyes went wide and he made a strangled sound. “You're an insatiable kink demon.”

[platonic-pals-punchout]

Worm (webnovel) | Calvin and Hobbes (comic)

Taylor Hebert (Skitter) & Lisa Wilbourn (Tattletale):

There’s the fact that Lisa realized that Taylor was suicidally depressed in a “go out in a blaze of glory” way, and pulled her back from that. They provide each other with a lot of much-needed emotional support.

Fanart by [Lizardinkart]

Calvin & Hobbes:

It’s calvin and hobbes. Come on. It’s fucking calvin and hobbes.

[nonas-third-tantrum]

tlt twitter au "the blocked tomb" masterpost

all my tlt tweets in one place! pretty much all of them have spoilers for nona but major spoilers are marked with a *.

1: god's toughest battles / would you love me if i was a worm 2: sex pal pt 1 3: frontline titties 4: coronabeth's side hustle / nona's wish 5: sex pal pt 2 6: standup comedy pt 1 "which came first" 7: jod's reality check / ninth house's hottest person 8: standup comedy pt 2 "best sex ed" 9: sex pal pt 3 10: "i like my women how i like my..." / corona's bad day 11: reanimation / "trauma lives in the body" * 12: pyrrha's name / "a beautiful name for a baby girl" 13: writer's block 14: 'what is a milf' 15: hot girl summer 16: father's day (daddy issues) 17: jod's rebrand 18: save a library 19: go loud 20: vibe check 21: merry navmas 22: coronabeth's new year hot tips 23: royal conspiracy

i'll update this list as i make more :)

bonus content: twitter icons did the lyctors explore each other's bodies? follower counts unexpected rapid disassembly

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

The Tragedy of Love, Death and Maggots part 10

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9

This time, I didn't protest. My foolishness had cost us enough. Between the pillars and our running, I caught only glimpses of the thing wearing Athena's body. It stretched lasciviously, throwing uneven arms back and grinning ear to ear, quite literally. The foul worms that made up her flesh multiplied, spreading and growing like a miasma, until she was the height of two men.

The Lady, or whatever I was to call this abomination, was beautiful like a statue, all elegant and evocative and ethereal, if statues writhed and crawled upon itself and wore a smile that split its face ear to ear. It looked nothing like the girl I knew. And it was gazing down at where I knew Brett to be.

“Shit,” Mrin snarled, forcing us both to a halt behind a crumbling wall. “They're blocking us.”

Indeed, there were hundreds of cultists standing around her, watching their goddess in blind ecstasy. A few had their hooks in Brett, baring him before her like her very first sacrifice. 

I wanted to scream, to beg him to cut loose and run, but Brett stood there steadily, light ringing his golden hair like an angel's halo.

Athena, or the thing wearing her face, grabbed his wrists, claws the size of knives digging into the open wounds. “Brett,” she cooed, swaying with delight. “You came looking for me.” The maggots churned and coursed, making her facade of a woman ripple.

He nodded unsteadily. “'thena, I know this isn't you, alright? Snap out of it,” he said, not a trace of fear in his voice. “We're here for you, me and Doc and Mrin. I'm here for you. We believe in you.”

For a moment, she froze. I thought- I hoped, against all hope, that it had worked, that the power of love would triumph.

Then that horrible mass of writhing rot grinned. “How cute. How darling. Why, I could just eat you up, dearie,” she exclaimed. 

Then she did, her swarm bending down towards his face. Brett's scream was cut off abruptly as she pressed her lips to his, kissing him deeper than she ever had. He squirmed in her grip as wave after wave of larvae poured down his throat, gnawing and gulping down his innards. I caught flashes of red as he was engulfed, each quickly overwhelmed by the swarm.

It was too much, just too much, and I bent over, heaving my guts onto the floor. It tasted like Brett's screams, wet and sour and horrified.

I would have sat there retching my wretched lunchless guts out until she found me, had Mrin not dragged me back. She might have been smaller than me by a half, but she made up for it with her sheer persistence. 

“Doc, don't do this. We need to get out of here, and we need to do it now.” Her voice, normally so calm, was tinged with panic. “Come on, be a dear. Get up. Keep moving.”

I lurched along with her, leaning on her shoulder, leaving behind the two people who had been a staple of our lives.

Fun fact! This was the scene that the entire story is written around. This means I'm approximately half done. We have another 5 thousand words to go. This frightens me :/

Taglist: @coffeeangelinabox, @dorky-pals, @calliecwrites, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @shukei-jiwa

@thewingedbaron, @pluppsauthor, @cowboybrunch, @wylloblr, @possiblyeldritch

@tragedycoded, @finickyfelix, @urnumber1star, @ratedn, @ramwritblr

@vampirelover890, @possiblylisle, @illarian-rambling, @the-ellia-west, @differentnighttale

@evilgabe29, @glitched-dawn, @rivenantiqnerd, @dragonhoardesfandoms, @xenascribbles

@drchenquill, @everythingismadeofchaos, @owldwagitoutofyou, @dimitrakies, @beloveddawn-blog

@riveriafalll, @the-golden-comet, @rascaronii, @trippingpossum, @real-fragments

@unrepentantcheeseaddict, @the-inkwell-variable, @paeliae-occasionally, @an-indecisive-nerd, @thecomfywriter

@seastarblue, @wyked-ao3

(Anyone else who wants to get added can tell me in the comments, pm me, or send me an ask about it!)

[hello-there]

Communities are a new way to connect with the people on Tumblr who care about the things you care about! Browse Communities to find the perfect one for your interests or create a new one and invite your friends and mutuals!