#and i still have writer's block

[kouibin]

me when im looking for a fic but all im getting is pure smut

[vonabel]

Izuku is a nervous man, sure. But he is courageous. He jumps headfirst into battles, he puts up a good fight, he spent months breaking his bones while getting used to his power. He is nervous, but that will never stop him from taking what he wants.

So, really, it's no surprise when he kisses you first. It's gentle, a peck, just a brush of skin. But it sends a thrill of excitement up your spine nonetheless, makes you feel giddy and excited. He's soft, warm, and a little sweet from the soda he had been sipping on. Something with cherry, you think.

"This okay?" he murmurs, head still ducked close to yours and lips still against lips.

"Yeah," you huff, grinning when he exhales a trembling breath. His flush is high on his cheeks, beneath his spattering of freckles. He's so easy to rile up, to tease. A laugh bubbles from your chest when you notice the way his fingers shake against your neck, but still, you're sweet when you ask, "Do it again?"

And you're so– you drive him mad. Every single thing about you turns his brain to mush.

So he does. He kisses you again, firmer this time. The cherry on his tongue invades your senses, makes your teeth hurt. The hand on your neck slips up and into your hair so he can angle you better for himself. Greedy and selfish and needy, he curls himself around you, fills you up with him.

Izuku will always take what he wants. And he's wanted you for a long, long time.

[deoidesign]

Time and Time Again comes back tonight!

Thank you all for being so patient with me, I know it was a long hiatus.

My health was struggling, my arm was (is) hurting, and I decided it wasn't worth it. I'd rather be slow!

So thank you for giving me that grace, and I hope you'll be there with me for the rest of the series.

[coff-in]

can I request an Andrew and Genderbend!Ashley (Ashton? Asher?) x younger sis reader? male!Ashley fanarts are making me act up and I need a double penetration threesome! and maybe some headcanons too? I feel like nothing would change except male!Ashley would probably be hornier than his female counterpart..

Thank you!!

notes from coff-in: i've never had sex, please take this with a grain of salt and enjoy

[fem] reader-insert, [afab] reader-insert, genderbent/male ashley graves, NSFW (vaginal and anal penetration/sex), incest, [reader] is younger than ashley graves by at least 1 year

Asher had you trapped under him as you two locked lips. His kisses weren’t as aggressive as Andrew’s, instead they were passionate. They weren’t necessarily soft though and you found yourself pulling away from your older brother to catch a breath. “Damnit, Asher, you’re going to suffocate me!”

The asshole just laughed at your face, his pink eyes shining with mirth. “Aw, but you always liked it when I had my tongue in you.” He laughed even louder as your face flushed from his teasing. You bent your neck to look at Andrew who was situated next to you, giving him a pleading look to reel in Asher. Andrew, who is also an asshole, just looked at you two with a smirk on his face.

“I’m sure she’d like it better if you kissed her other lips.” Asher’s eyebrows shot up as he looked up at Andrew, then back down to you. 

“You want me to eat you, little sis?” Asher hadn’t had his turn to eat you out yet, as Andrew usually took the first chance to make you cum on his tongue. You were then too sore for him to eat you again, usually. Maybe this time you could have Asher take his turn. You sighed and gave him a small smile, nodding at him. He perked up and got off of your body, tugging your legs apart and baring your glistening pussy to him. He looked down at you with excitement before diving down and licking a long stripe across your folds with his tongue.

“Oh fuck!” You exclaimed as you felt the broad of his tongue brush up against your clit. Asher grinned and brought one hand to spread your folds, revealing your throbbing clit from your puffy lips, and started sucking. The sounds he made were fucking obscene as he slobbered all over your sensitive area. You let out mewls and moans as Andrew watched with gleaming green eyes, silently palming himself through his jeans. Asher was a messy eater but his vigorous pace led to you climaxing way sooner than you thought you would have.  

With an embarrassing squeal, you brought your hand down into Asher’s messy black locks to keep him firmly in place as you rode out your orgasm on his face. The hands he had placed on your hips squeezed your flesh as you did so. Andrew seemed to be pleased at the sight of his little siblings having fun with each other.

You let go of Asher’s head once your orgasm subsided. He came up, heaving and panting. His lips and chin were wet and shiny with your slick and spent. “Oh, man… I can see why Andrew loves going down on you.” He brought his face closer to yours in an instant, “Here, have a taste.” He crashed his lips onto yours and forced his tongue inside your mouth. You both moaned and panted into the kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, sweet and addictive. 

While you and Asher were making out, Andrew has reached over to the bedside drawer and grabbed the bottle of lube kept there. Jostling the bed while he removed his jeans and grey boxers, he situated himself behind you, sandwiching you between him and Asher. “Do you think you could take both of us, [reader]?”

You parted from Asher as he pulled down his shorts and briefs, nodding and letting out a pathetic “yeah”. Andrew chuckled and started to coat his fingers with lube. Asher giggled in front of you, his penis veiny and standing at attention. You couldn’t help but focus on its red leaking head, dripping precum onto the bedsheets.

“You’re such a greedy girl today, sis. Have we not been taking care of you lately?”

“No– you’ve both been, ngh!” You cut yourself off as you felt Andrew’s cold and slippery fingers prod at your asshole, teasing the rim before entering your tight ring. “You’ve both been taking good care of me… I j-just thought that tonight w-we could do something new!” Your voice stuttered as Andrew pumped two fingers into your asshole. You were, however, a little nervous about how this will feel. You’ve never taken them both at the same time and you were a little worried if you would even be able to fit them both inside of you simultaneously. 

As if sensing your hesitation, Asher cupped your cheeks with his hands and kissed your nose. “Hey, hey, hey. Don’t worry. If things get too rough just let us know, okay? You know what to do?” You nodded and tapped his pale thigh three times. He smiled and kissed your lips. “Good girl.”

Andrew brought his hands under your armpits and lifted up into the air to sit you on his lap. You felt this thick cock rubbing between your cheeks. Asher positioned himself in between your legs, the tip of his penis kissing your drooling entrance. Andrew buried his nose into the crook of your neck, “You ready?”

“Yeah.”

With that, he and Ahser pushed into you simultaneously. All three of you let out a cacophony of groans and moans as your heat tried to accommodate them both. Andrew kissed your neck and murmured sweet praises into your skin. Asher looked at you with his pink eyes again. “Are you alright? Do you need a moment?”

You shook your head, “No… no you can move now.” He nodded and slowly started to shallowly thrust into your wet cunt. You and Andrew moaned in unison as you felt Andrew slightly move in you too with each thrust. The sound of wet slapping filled the air as Asher thrust in and out of you. Andrew pushed forward and caught Asher in a kiss, pressing you tightly between your brothers’ chests as Andrew then started to thrust in and out of your ass. You could feel them brushing against each other inside of you, separated by a wall of flesh and muscle. 

The hot session didn’t last too long. You came quickly onto Asher’s cock, your poor cunt overstimulated from your previous orgasm. Once you came, Asher followed suit. The sensations of you squeezing him with your tight walls caused him to fill you up with this hot seed. Andrew lasted longer than you and Asher. His thrust started to get rougher as he got closer to cumming, the grip he had on your hips bruising your skin. He came with a grunt and a loud “Fuck!” as he spilled his warm semen into your ass.

You leaned back onto Andrew’s chest, exhausted. He patted your hair, kissed your cheek, and told you how good you did for them. Asher got up and went into the bathroom, coming back out with a wet towel and proceeded to wipe your legs and pussy, which was spilling his cum onto the bedsheets.

“That was really good. We should do that again!” He said as you three settled down next to each other in the bed. You hummed noncommittedly as you wrapped your arms around him, drifting off to sleep.

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coff-in

[tojisun]

you gather dick in your arms every time he comes over.

he’s still with kory — and your drunken confession continues to be a topic unchartered between the two of you — but it’s not like you two aren’t friends even before the… crush developed. so you pull him to your side, then later into your arms because when he gets like this — quiet and withdrawn, and unable to force every feeling he suppresses back in its box — the best way to comfort him is to ground him through a hug. through a familiar touch, yes, but also one that is so separate from their double lives.

finding out he is nightwing was an accident, and just like the confession, you two continue to deny it even happened because like this — with an indie film playing on your television, which you two dutifully ignore, and a bowl-full of m&ms on his lap, and your arm curled over his back — you and dick can pretend that the two of you are back in college, crashing in each other’s dorm rooms to ignore the looming reality of having to write your finals.

later, he’ll crawl back to kory or maybe to his flat in bludhaven or maybe cruise back to the manor — later, he’ll leave because he always does — but for now it’s just you and dick in your couch. just like it always was.

[vintagepascal]

alfajores

AN - the poll I put up the other day won out with fluffy pedro/reader and I'm working on a request I got for it but it's taking me a hot sec, so have this one that I already have written to hold you over :) hope you enjoy!

word count - 2,900+

rating - teen

content warnings - no warnings, just fluff!

summary - you decide to surprise pedro for his birthday on set with some help from bella (ao3 link if you prefer, it's titled pedrito over there :) )

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you worry too much

You hit send, tucking your phone quickly between your thighs as you tried to relax, eyes trained on the window outside as the plane started to pull back from the jetbridge. You were never much of a liar, but you hoped desperately that you could pull this one off somehow. 

Your phone buzzed. A text from Pedro, no doubt.

Mi amor, that’ll be four shifts this week. You need a break :( 

You couldn’t help the smile that it brought to your face, knowing that he had no idea that you’d be seeing him so soon. 

I’ll survive. Busy is good. Now go film some cool shit, tell Bella I said hi. I’ll text when I can. I love you

Love you more. and no hi for Bella, they ate all my bday cookies. 

You chuckled to yourself and quickly clicked your phone over to airplane mode. You’d paid for the inflight wifi so he wouldn’t suspect anything if he happened to have enough breaks in filming to text you - he was a worrier at heart, especially when it came to those he loved, and an undelivered text would be enough to put him into a panic. 

With everything set into motion, you settled back into your seat and reviewed the plan.

You’d had it in the works for a month. All behind the scenes of course, but you’d gotten everyone in on it that you could. Neil, Craig, Bella, Gabriel - anyone who would be around set. The filming schedule was insane, but you knew that they’d want Pedro’s birthday to be special, especially since he wasn’t able to come home and spend it with you.

In the years that you’d been dating, you had learned he loved a good surprise, though he would never admit it. And even more so, he would never, ever , let anyone make a big deal out of things for him. Even if he played it off for the press about loving the attention, when it came to those close to him he would much rather celebrate those around him than be the one in the spotlight. 

It was no surprise that they were one hundred percent on board with throwing a bit of a surprise party, with you being the main surprise. The next part of the plan was simple - getting a few days off work had been easy enough, considering Pedro had insisted that you went part time and only worked when you wanted to once he landed another job. It was a luxury that you allowed, considering it meant you got to spend so much more time with him when he was off filming, and even go on the occasional press tour with him. 

Once the flight was booked and everything else had been arranged, the hard part came - keeping the love of your life in the dark. Pedro was the type of person that you wanted to tell everything to. From the simple things, like the dog in the rain boots that you’d seen on 2nd avenue that morning, to how much you wished you could be together all the time - any thought you had flowed off your tongue so easily to him. He was your safe space, and you were his, which was a cornerstone of your relationship from day one. 

Thank god you’d only finalized your plan a few weeks ago, or you weren’t sure you would have made it. 

As a cover up, you found a highly rated South American bakery in Vancouver to send some of his favorite cookies and sweets to set, just like the ones his mom used to make when he was young. You sent some flowers too - hydrangeas, spray roses, gerberas - something to warm up the cold Vancouver set he’d been dealing with. He’d called you that morning from hair and makeup, so grateful and excited. You’d promised him there was more to come when you could see him in person, which he thought was in three long weeks when there was a small break in scheduling for something Bella needed to do back in London. That seemed to be enough of a birthday present from afar to satisfy him.

You hoped he was still in the dark as you watched the small plane flit across your screen, taking you mile by mile closer to him. 

It was a long flight from New York to Vancouver. You spent the majority of the time doing something you didn’t get to do often on flights - watch something Pedro was in. Majority of the time, if you were on a long haul, Pedro was right beside you and in his true almost 50 year old fashion, he’d break out his headphone splitter and want to watch something with you. You’d only recently got him to agree to airpods. Obviously, that meant anything he had been in was off limits, so you took the rare chance to go back and watch Narcos - you were only in season two, and you were loving how much screen time Pena was getting. 

It made you smile hearing Pedro getting to show off in both Spanish and English - he’d taught you quite a bit in your relationship, and you caught quite a few words throughout the episodes that you recognized, though most of the time you were too busy watching him to pay much attention to anything else. God, you would never understand how you’d gotten so lucky. 

Halfway through an episode, a text popped up on your phone.

This is gonna be so good dude, he is proper clueless. 

You laughed as you read it in Bella’s voice. A picture came through next of them holding a small cookie and running away, with a blur that you assumed was Pedro in the back.

Also, pls send more alfajores before he kills me

By the looks of the photo, they were shooting outside of the city still, which was what you had planned for. Pedro had begun a habit of sending you a picture each morning of the set for the day, a way of keeping you involved from afar. It seemed to be the same beautiful landscape as earlier - you hoped he had been having a good day so far.

The rest of the flight went off without a hitch. You texted Pedro once, feigning that you were on break at work, unsurprised that he wasn’t able to answer right away, as you knew he was busy. 

The excitement really started to set in when you touched down in Vancouver. You shot a text to Craig once you landed - it was 7pm local time, and you had about an hour and a half drive to get to set. To your surprise, the crew had insisted that you got the celebrity treatment by association, and had sent you a driver who met you outside of the airport and immediately got you on your way. 

You made small talk with her until the first and only hiccup of the plan appeared - Pedro’s face popped up on your phone, an adorable picture of him from last summer on your vacation to Hawaii - an incoming facetime call. Of course. He usually called you in the evenings, but it wasn’t always a facetime. As much as it killed you, you let it ring through, waiting about five minutes until you returned it with a regular call.

“Hi mi amor , everything okay? You off work?” He picked up on the first ring.

“Yeah yeah, I’m good! I’ve got a headache so I took a shower and got straight in bed, sorry I didn’t pick up.” It felt so wrong to lie, but you knew it would pay off. 

“Oh no cariño, did you take some medicine? Did the shower help? There’s some of that tea I made you last time in the cabinet still, in the purple box.”

“I’m fine love, just need some sleep is all. Guess it’s a good thing I’m not there to put a damper on your birthday fun,” you teased, grinning to yourself. Your driver let out a tiny chuckle that you caught in the rearview mirror. 

“Wish you were here, headache or no headache,” he sighed. “I miss you.”

“Miss you more.”

“ Mentiras. ” He said. “Lies,” he translated when you didn’t contradict him. “I won’t keep you, just wanted to see your pretty face. We can talk in the morning when you feel better, okay? Call me if you need me. I love you.”

“I love you too. Happy birthday Pedro, I’ll call you in the morning.”

“Bye amor.”

You hung up, letting your head rest back and your heart flutter as the city began to fade away behind you. 

One hour later, and you were frantically texting with Bella, attempting to find the best way to surprise Pedro as you arrived on set.

Have your driver drop you off by my trailer, and I’ll sneak you into production stage. Meet you there in five.

You relayed the message and sure enough, Bella came scurrying around the corner, practically tackling you in a hug once they found you. You’d met them the first time you came to set with Pedro, back in the beginning stages of production during some team bonding time, and you knew how important their relationship was to the both of them.

“Do you think he has any idea that I’m here?” You asked, following Bella as they led you around the back of a large temporary structure that you assumed was production stage. 

“Not a single fucking clue. Craig and I have been playing it off all day long, talking about how fun it would be if you were here,” Bella grinned. “I think Neil is bringing out a cake, c’mon, we gotta hurry. He’s probably in his chair, just hang back and sneak up behind him.”

As you rounded the corner, you heard the hum of voices inside and noticed the chairs. Bella gave you a quick thumbs up and hurried around so they didn’t draw any attention to you, coming in from a different angle and taking their chair next to Pedro. You spotted Neil first, walking very carefully with a large chocolate cake alit with candles in the general direction of the chairs. 

Crew began to gather around and you swung to the right so you could blend in but still see Pedro’s face as he realized what was happening. They all began to sing and you watched the adorable blush spread across his cheeks. Bella was filming beside him as he smiled and blew out his candles to the applause of all of the cast and crew - it warmed your heart to see so many people celebrating the man you loved.

They took the cake to a nearby table and began to cut it, passing Pedro his piece first. In all the noise, you seized your opportunity to sneak up behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and squeezing gently. 

“Can I have a bite?” 

His eyes blew wide as he craned his neck to try and see who was behind him. You leaned back to help him out, laughing at the pure shock on his face.

“What!? What the fuck are you doing here!? You’re in New York!” He discarded his cake to the side, roughly pushing his chair out of the way to get to you as he stood up all in one move, wrapping you up in his arms. You could vaguely hear applause somewhere behind you but you didn’t care. It felt too good to be in his arms after so many weeks, your brain didn’t have much space to process anything else. 

When he finally loosened up it was only to kiss you softly twice on the lips, then once on the forehead before he leaned back and grinned at you.

“You sneaky little thing.”

“Guess I’m not in New York,” you teased, popping up on your tiptoes to kiss him one more time before you disentangled from him, leaning over to give Bella a fist bump. 

“Oh you knew about this? Huh?” Pedro asked.

“Of course I knew about it, I’ve known for a month man!” Bella grinned. 

“Oh you see if you make it through a single take tomorrow kid,” he threatened, but they were both laughing. 

“Actually, as a birthday gift, tomorrow is a rest day. Everybody can thank Y/N for that one!” Craig announced, which was met with whooping and cheers from everyone, with a few yells of your name. Pedro pulled you up against his side. 

“I assume that means you’re spending the night then, eh?”

“Nah, figured I’d just pop in for five minutes and then catch the next flight out,” you grinned, rolling your eyes at him. “I’m here for three days, two nights.”

“Not long enough. Never long enough, but I’ll take what I can get,” Pedro sighed, kissing your hair. “Now get some cake so we can go home.”

Home in Vancouver was a nice apartment that Pedro was renting downtown. After cake was had, final birthday wishes were given and hugs were distributed, Pedro changed back into his own clothes and led you to his rental - an Audi, of course. He opened the passenger door for you and climbed into the driver’s seat, holding your hand as he sped off of set and back towards the city.

It didn’t matter that you had just done this drive - he held the back of your hand up to his lips, pressing soft kisses there as he drove down the highway and you couldn’t have been more content.

“I cannot believe you’re here right now. I thought I wasn’t going to see you for weeks,” he said, shaking his head. He hadn’t stopped smiling since you had appeared behind him. 

“I couldn’t leave you alone on your birthday,” you sighed, leaning over and resting your head on his shoulder. It was late New York time, and the adrenaline of the day was beginning to wear off now that you were with your man. 

“You can sleep cariño, I’ll wake you up when we get there,” he murmured to you.

“No, no I'm okay,” you reassured him, but it was already garbled. 

The next thing you felt were soft lips on your forehead. 

“We’re here mi amor. C’mon, let's get you upstairs.”

He helped you out of the car, the lobby lights of the building helping to wake you up a bit as you made it to the elevator. The driver from earlier had put your suitcase in Pedro’s car, and he managed it with ease as well. You stayed tucked up to his side as you headed up to the top floor. He unlocked the door easily, keeping one arm wrapped around you even as you walked through the door, rolling your suitcase into the corner. He kicked off his boots and tossed his keys somewhere, and then he was scooping you up, making you squeal a bit when your feet left the floor. 

“God you don’t know how many times I’ve thought about you being here lately. I’ve missed you like crazy baby.” He carried you down the hallway and into the kitchen, sitting you down onto the counter. Without asking, he turned and made you a glass of ice water. “Drink. You’ve been on a plane all day.”

You listened to him, grateful for the cool liquid on your dry throat. 

“I need to go get all this makeup off, but I’ll be ready for bed in five minutes. Meet you there?” 

“I could go with you,” you offered, but your words were garbled by the long yawn that immediately followed. Pedro chuckled, kissing your nose. 

“I don’t think I can hold you upright and wash all this grime off at the same time love. Go climb in bed. Stay awake for me, I’ll be there in just a minute,” he instructed, taking you by the hips and placing you on your feet. He didn’t let go until he was sure you were steady, and then he disappeared to the bathroom. 

You didn’t even bother going for your suitcase. Instead, you moved to your boyfriend’s drawers, finding his old Lakers shirt. It smelled so much like him that it made you smile as you stripped out of everything but your underwear and pulled it on. 

You climbed into bed, making yourself sit up so you wouldn’t fall back asleep as you listened to the water run in the bathroom, then turn off. Pedro was humming a song as he got ready, and you couldn’t help but grin when he emerged only a few minutes later in just his boxers, hair damp and a matching smile on his face. 

He wasted no time in climbing into bed next to you, immediately reaching over and pulling you right up against him. His hands splayed out underneath your shirt, finding skin as he sighed, pressing his nose up to your neck and breathing you in.

“Ahh, mi deseo,” he breathed.

“Translate,” you whispered, eyes closed as you melted into him, trying to get your skin onto his everywhere that you could. It lit a familiar fire in you that began to burn deep.

“My wish,” he said. “I wished for you. Today, but also for so long.”

“I’m here. Right here,” you breathed, hands slotting into his hair. His fingers found purchase against your hips, pulling you over and on top of him. 

“Happy birthday Pedrito.”

“Happy birthday to me,” he grinned, and got to work.

[mochiiniko]

day 4: old cocole art dump because its about time i posted these 💀

essay in the tags youve been warned lmao

[fairyofshampgyu]

Guys why do I actually have like…no will or motivation to write anything anymore 😭😭!! I’ve never felt like this wtf ☹️

[ispridestillasin]

So I decided to watch a bit of Bridgerton with my mother, which I'm not really interested in (I don't really like period pieces unless it's a fanfic for a ship I like) but it's a show she enjoys so I sometimes catch her watching it and join her, and literally the only takeaway from the stuff I've seen with her is that Colin, Lord Debling, and Penelope should have all been poly

[causeilikelix]

Can someone explain why there isn't any Felix smut in the felix smut tag????????? 95% of it is either a) not smut or b) smut or writing of another member entirely. The tag has been dead for months, why is no one writing for him?

[womp-womp-waa]

When Centipede-sama first saw the group of teens in the car it knew that they were probably tired. As much as it loves it's home. Centipede-sama isn't stupid, it knows it's a hard place to get use to. And it's home wasn't made for humans. So it knew what it had to do.

Play a game with them, of course!

Sure, they may be teenagers. But who doesn't love a game? Also they could use something to remind them of their world. So Centipede-sama decided to play one of it's favourite games. Tag! Oh, they were going to have so much fun. As soon as it started chasing the group in the car they immediately sped up. Perfect they know how the game works already, saves it explaining the rules to them. As they spun around a rock, Centipede-sama heard something break. And then they saw a boy fall out of the car.

What?

Nobody was meant to get hurt while playing this game. It's just a game. Nobody gets injured while playing tag. Did that boy really get hurt? O-Or maybe they just were really good at playing tag! Yes, of course. They knew that it would follow the group so the boy jumped out of the car and rolled away. That boy was clever. He must have played alot of tag when they were younger.

It was just about to finally reach the car. It was a tiring chase, but a fun one. Centipede-sama could only hope that they were having just as much fun as it was.

Just before it could tag the car a fellow Centipede came out and smashed into it. W-Why would someone do that to it? Turning around to face the attacker, it saw a familiar face of a centipede. It was him, Kyle. The bully. Kyle had been bothering Centipede-sama ever since it was young. They used to be friends, but eventually Kyle moved on and Centipede-sama stayed in place. It stayed at the old park where they use to go together.

No matter how much he battered and bruised it. The attacks never stopped hurting. Every single time it felt like it was being betrayed all over again. The feeling always brought them back to the memory of the first attack.

Centipede-sama learnt the lesson long ago that it wasn't strong enough to fight back against him. So, like always, it ran away. Like a coward. Running away from it's problems like always.

The next day Centipede-sama knew they had to find the group to apologise for cutting their game short and making sure that the young boy who jumped out of the car was okay. It heard from Tree-kun that the boy (Tyler?) Fell on top of him. And then was taken away from Tree-kun. It remembered how distraught Tree-kun was and it could only imagine how broken Tyler was feeling.

After a bit of searching it finally found the group in the school. So, Centipede-sama poked it's head through the windows to try and spot the gang. Finally, it saw the group and they stared back at it. It waved excitedly at them, but they started running away. Oh! They must still think they were playing tag. It quickly broke into the building and started chasing after them. It had to make sure they were okay. Especially Tyler, who it could see being carried by one of the taller boys. Poor kid. So heart broken that he couldn't even stand.

It was about to call out to the group, but then something small and sharp pierced it's skin. It cried out in pain as more bullets joined in on the assault. "S-Stop it!" It tried to call out voice weak and fragile. "P-Please, just l-leave me alone." It pleaded weakly. It was no use though as eventually it's vision started to fade and the sharp bullets became a dull ache in it's mind.

There was no way it wouldn't die. It would probably be for the best anyway. It's not like it ever did anything useful.

Slowly, it started to regain consciousness. Something was laying by it's side. Gradually, it found the will to turn it's head and see the presence beside it. Fighting through the pain, it was shocked it find Kyle laying next to it. "K-Kyle..?" It's voice was hoarse and scratchy. Suddenly, Kyle's head snapped towards it as he huffed. "Took you long enough." His harsh voice cut through the tranquility of the forest. "You need to be more careful. One day you're gonna get seriously hurt." Centipede-sama wanted to ask more questions. But he was being shockingly nice to it and it didn't want to ruin it.

So the questions remain unspoken and unanswered... For now

[dalekinapaintedparadise]

[frasermints]

listen i'm still gonna reblog posts about it because i don't think experiencing annoyance is a reprehensible act or whatever like the rest of you do but x reader isn't the crux of all evil. what do you think thirteen year old girls were writing in their diaries before the internet existed. if you really truly can look me in the eye and say you have never once not ever read or written one sentence of x reader fanfiction i still will not believe you. i've been on the internet long enough to know that some truths are universal: we all sucked the water out of washcloths when we were younger, we all pee in the pool, and we've all read x reader fanfiction.

[writing-imagines]

I’ve been thinking a lot about Maxine Minx recently and I’m honestly upset about the lack of fics about her

[beesinspades]

it's vashwood reverse bang preview time!! here's a look at my collab with @ohohge 👀💜 I had a ton of fun working on it with her over the past months! we're posting on august 1st so please look forward to it, and go check out her art preview! :D