#it's just nice to feel appreciated every now and then

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how dae-ho would act like if he had a crush on reader and how he’d ask them out

this is too cute! i desperately need to write for dae-ho more, he’s just such a sweetheart i fear :>

Crush Headcanons! (Player 388/Kang Dae-ho Headcanons)

warning: no smut! | lowercase intended | not proofread! | these are my headcanons for this character, please be respectful even if my opinions on the character differ from your own :)

character: kang dae-ho (player 388)

A/N: this is a mix of headcanons + drabble but i hope thats alright it’s nice to take a break from smut every now and again :) i’ve got lots of dae-ho in my requests so i’ll try my best to feed you all .3. of course, i hope you enjoy!

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⟢ the moment he first took notice of you as everyone was getting their photos taken for the games, he was completely starstruck. from that point forward, dae-ho found his eyes being drawn to you wherever you guys were

⟢ he felt a new sense of urgency to make sure you lived throughout these games, after red light green light he made a vow with himself to ensure you were protected at all costs. he was quick to introduce himself post the first game, and you guys were fast friends.

⟢ he’s not the type to be insecure or jealous when he sees you interacting with the other men inbetween games. there was few men you did talk to anyways, seeing as most of them either got on your nerves or intimidated you way too much. however, he did find himself a tiny bit jealous when he saw how easily you got along with the other guys in his group

⟢ you didn’t end up making it on dae-ho’s team for the six legged pentathlon, but he did his best to calm your nerves before the game started up. he promised he would cheer you on and that he definitely did. he definitely lit up when you ran up to him afterwards, going on about how worried you were about him after you left

⟢ he 100% would share his food with you, especially if he noticed you were particularly shaken up after a game

⟢ adding onto the last piece, dae-ho will also definitely try to cheer you up after the games

⟢ i think he would definitely hold off on asking you out, especially during such a high stakes situation as the squid games. at some point later on, when you guys are closer, you two will promise to see more of each other once the games are finished.

⟢ although dae-ho certainly isn’t one to start a fight, he will put himself between you and any unruly players who try to start something with you. he doesn’t have any trouble putting someone in their place if he feels you would be in any sort of danger

⟢ insisted that you slept with his group during lights out, so he could watch over you and be certain on your safety when you were sleeping

⟢ 100% hugs you tightly after the mingle game, especially if you two got separated. you could tell he didn’t want to let you go at this point, as he was definitely worried that you didn’t make it into a group before the time ran out

⟢ will for sure ask you all about your life before the games, and even about what you’ll do with the prize money when you guys get out

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apologies for the less headcanons this time around! i saw more opportunities for small drabbles between the headcanons and i had to seize it! i had a lot of fun writing this out, and i hope you guys all had just as much fun reading it! as always any advice/constructive criticism on how i can improve my writing is appreciated and requested

have a splendid day lovelies 💋

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Hello hello! How are you?

I wanted to request a Yuki Tsunoda one-shot before you close your inbox.

I was thinking of a GN!Driver!Reader (if possible) and Yuki going out for a stroll after the Japanese GP in which the reader got P1. Yuki is showing them around, local places to dine and such... Seeing them be so interested in his ramblings he starts to realize some stuff and decides to act on it!

Please and thank you! Have a nice day! ☀️

𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 - 𝐲𝐭. 𝟐𝟐

summary: yuki's private tours include exclusive features, just for you. pairing: yuki tsunoda x gn!driver!reader (reader's race/ethnicity/appearance is not described but, they're bi-poc < 3)

2.7k words. oneshot & smau. yuki pov. fluff. feelings realization. pre-relationship. explicit language. alcohol consumption. flirtation. horny thoughts. author's never been to suzuka (or anywhere in japan) but did a little research for this. i apologize for anything that's incorrect or inaccurate :) requested by @anicega < 3

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. serene returns with a yuki fic/smau she was hoping to post in celebration of him being promoted to RB...have this as consolation instead. belated happy holidays and happy new year, 2025 will be all you wish it to be x

title inspo from one direction's why don't we go there (miss u liam🕊️) they were my #3 artist of 2024 and i'm not ashamed to admit that. when i read this request for the first time i instantly thought of this song and it just had the vibe of realizing you're crushing on somebody.

in other news, my 3k followers celly will serve as my v-day special this year and will last the entire month of february (this is how u properly celebrate black history month) !!! so, trying to finish writing the last of my requests so i can focus on doing the 3k celly requests :) more fics and info coming soon but in the meantime, enjoy reading xxx

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twitter • april 7th, 2024

Yuki watches your expression bloom with awe as you take in the endless sprawl of Sakura trees within Suzuka Flower Garden. Your hand grasps his forearm gently, tugging happily and exclaiming in delight as pink and white petals float through the sky. The flowers (while not as novel to him as they are to you; he’s seen many Sakura seasons growing up in Japan) make him feel nostalgic, memories of his youth—before F1, before karting—tingling somewhere at the back of his head. It feels like a lifetime ago.

Your mouth remains open in amazement until you end up sputtering around a mouthful of blossoms, and Yuki laughs. 

“Take a picture of me, please?” Yuki accepts your phone, not complaining as you make him take hundreds of photos before you find two or three that you deem acceptable. 

Yuki remains silent during your stroll underneath the trees. He allows you space to inhale the vanilla-like scent, to marvel at the image of graceful, falling petals. Every so often, the comfortable silence is interrupted by a passing fan sharing congratulations. They smile kindly while praising your first-place finish, but grin wildly while cheering for Yuki’s first home-race point. 

“She sounded happier about your point than she did about my win,” you remarked, not offended or annoyed, but charmed. 

Yuki denied the idea, but his pink cheeks undermined his credibility. The earlier silence is absent, but not missed as Yuki begins to explain the significance and traditions of cherry blossom season in Japan. 

“The sakura is our national flower. It symbolizes Spring—the time of renewal, life and death, beauty and violence, the fleeting nature of life. The blossoms only last for two weeks, which tells us to appreciate what we have,” Yuki relays, recalling what he was taught in elementary school verbatim.

“We have cherry blossom parties,” he grins at your envious gasp, “—called hanami. The translation is ‘watching blossoms.’ It can be just a walk like we’re doing now, but we also have picnics under the trees with family, friends, and even colleagues. There is also something called yozakura, which is doing the same thing but at night. My middle school held a hanami every year.”

You come to an abrupt start, turning to look at him with pleading eyes, “Let’s do a yozakura! Can’t we have dinner here? I want to see the trees at night—it must be beautiful! ”

Sympathetically, Yuki frowns, “We don’t have enough time to have dinner here if you still want to make it to the shrine before it closes.” His resolve weakens at the growing pouty downturn of your lips, “…I guess, we can have a snack here before leaving.”

He lets you drag him to the closest takoyaki cart, pleased to see the vendor’s patience as you order in choppy Japanese. While the food is being prepared, Yuki tasks you with finding the perfect tree to sit underneath while he stays near the cart.

“The two of you make a cute couple,” the vendor comments, smiling adoringly.

Yuki chokes on his exhale.

The two of you are far from resembling anything near a couple. Or, at least, Yuki thinks so. He thinks of you as a close friend but, do you see him as a friend? What if you view him as a colleague, or worse: just another annoying, backfield, competitor? Banishing his spiraling thoughts, Yuki considers there is no need to correct the kind lady. She doesn’t seem to recognize him. And, if she did follow Formula One, she would know you two aren’t a couple.

“Arigato gozaimasu,” he utters after a beat, reaching for his wallet as she begins plating the snacks.

She refuses to accept payment, ushering him to grab the small plates, “You’ve earned this meal; for your point and their race win—it is free.”

Yuki nearly exhausts himself expressing his gratitude to the vendor as he thanks her and deeply bows. When he finds you sitting underneath the chosen tree, he realizes he forgot to correct her assumption about his relationship status. Instantly, he forgets again, as you reach toward him to tuck a blossom behind his ear with a smile.

“Kawaii, Yuki-chan~,” you tease, grabbing your takoyaki dish off his stunned-still hands. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he flusters eventually, cheeks burning at the sounds of the word cute and his name leaving your mouth in quick succession. Even if the grammar is incorrect and it’s nothing more than a joke.

Yuki practically swallows his snack in one bite. He didn’t know he was terribly longing for authentic street food until his first bite. Not wanting to rush you to finish, he busies himself by searching for the most unblemished flower he can find on the ground.

Yuki waits for the perfect moment when you're distracted by brushing away the petals clinging to your clothing and tucks the near-perfect blossom he picked behind your ear.

“Now we match; kawaii desu~,” he chirps, his grin deceptively innocent. “Close your mouth, it would be a shame if you swallowed more petals.”

Yuki snorts at your offended gasp and dodges the soft punch you throw out as you both dispose of your trash and head back to the car. 

The drive to Tsubaki Grand Shrine is filled with anecdotes about his childhood mischief on these very streets you're passing by and questions about shrine etiquette. He didn’t realize you were so concerned about acting respectfully in the temple until you forced him to quiz you on appropriate manners and the important steps. Your dedication to having the perfect etiquette makes him think you’re one of the kindest people he’s ever known. It’s characteristic of you to be mindful of different cultures and kind overall; the fact that you willingly chose to celebrate a win by letting Yuki show you around Suzuka is telling. 

Yuki parks smoothly, and soothes your worries calmly, “You have no reason to panic. It sounds like you have it memorized—and if you forget anything, that’s what I’m here for. I would be a terrible tour guide if I let you fuck around and get cursed.”

With a healthy amount of side-eye, you quip, “I will write an extremely negative review and give you one star on Yelp. If you decide to fuck around, be ready to find out! Is this your intricate plan to get me cursed with bad luck so I don’t win another race this year?”

With an appalled expression, he earnestly denies, “If I had to pick any driver to win besides myself, I would pick you,” Yuki sees your eyes soften sweetly and he swallows nervously, needing to deflect the attention, “And, maybe Pierre. Only because he would be mad if he found out I chose you over him.”

The soft tinge of your stare remains even as you roll your eyes at him and giggle, “Of course! I could never compare to your lil’ boyfriend Pierre.”

He shrugs, the two of you exiting the car and making your way to the entrance. Feeling devious, he speaks loftily, “Hey. we both know there’s nothing little about Pierre.”

Yuki can admit he deserved to be deafened by your shriek of disgust. His ears continue to ring as you adamantly state that you don’t need any image of the Frenchman in your brain besides the view of his car shrinking away in your mirrors.

The distraction was effective, your earlier panic about proper manners is nowhere to be found as you confidently navigate purifying yourself at the chozuya, only looking toward Yuki once for reassurance. While you’re busy being awestruck by the architecture and natural beauty, Yuki carefully makes sure you don’t stray into the middle of the pathway and finds himself taking candid photos of you. He knows you’ll be disappointed that you forgot to take any, but he doesn’t want to interrupt your reverence. Hopefully, his idea of what makes a beautiful picture satisfies you. He pauses at the thought, wondering if it’s odd that you’re in the forefront of all the images. 

You’ve always been attractive—photogenic, to him.

The two of you reach the shrine and Yuki lets you pay your respects first. He offers you a handful of coins to choose from, reminding you that the amount doesn’t matter, any coin will do. You decided on a 5-yen coin; Yuki’s certain you’re unaware of the belief about that coin increasing your chances of finding a significant other. Although, he is aware that it’s an urban legend. It doesn’t stop his chest from tightening when he thinks about you in a relationship, with somebody who isn’t him. He tosses a 5-yen coin in the offering box to match.

He doesn’t believe in the myth, but if there’s any chance it helps him get together with you he’ll take it.

Burning incense at the temple comes without any more romantic realizations. Buying omamori, on the other hand, has Yuki thinking that what he feels for you is more than a simple crush. He forces himself to not stare at your selections and focuses on his purchases. An en-musubi (for finding love) for himself, and he’s chosen two for you: kotsu-anzen (for safe driving—he thinks it’s a little ironic) and katsumori (for success and victory—he knows you don’t need it).

On the way to dinner, Yuki notices your shuin and asks needlessly, “Is that to remind you of visiting?”

He can feel your gaze as he watches the road in front of him, hearing you ponder over your response, “Of visiting the shrine with you? Yes. Um, I don’t know if this is weird but, I bought you a couple of omamori, if that’s okay?”

Your tone is bashful and when he spares a glance, you avoid eye contact, fiddling with the shuin anxiously. 

Yuki sighs giddily, relieved, “It’s not weird because I bought you a couple too. We can exchange at the restaurant?”

He sees the shock on your face from the corner of his eye, as if you weren’t expecting him to do the same. It angers him slightly, his previous obliviousness. If you didn’t ask him to show you around tonight, he never would have been aware of his budding feelings for you, nor the feelings he thinks you already reciprocate.

You’re overwhelmed with the number of choices at the hole-in-the-wall sushi establishment Yuki chose for the night, eventually slamming the menu shut and asking him to order for you. He sits up straighter at the responsibility, rattling off the plates he’d like to the server, mindful of any preferences and dietary restrictions you have. 

A flight of sake samples is brought to your table, and Yuki finds it fitting that you enjoy the sweetest flavor because it compliments you. The alcohol loosens the tension gathered in him, helping him maintain a semblance of a regular conversation while he refrains from thinking about the shape of your lips, your attentive shining eyes, the length of your neck, your inquisitive questions as he recalls his childhood, the dip of your waist—Yuki doesn’t take another sip after he feels his eyes straying. He’s enamored with your undivided attention and it makes him feel hotter than he was in Qatar last year. 

He asks to see the omamori you’re gifting him before you can comment on the flush spanning from his cheeks down to his collar. Receiving kotsu-anzen (for road safety) and katsumori (for success and victory) from you only serves to make him redder. He thinks about asking for your hand in marriage when he reveals he’s bought you the same and your flush blooms to match his. 

With impeccable timing, the server begins to deliver the endless amount of plates Yuki ordered and the moment passes without being addressed. He almost whimpered aloud when your eyes fluttered shut at your first bite of food, moaning appreciatively at the taste.

Desperate to distract his hindbrain, he stutters, “W-What was I talking about before?”

Yuki feels like you know what he’s trying to hide, your eyes omniscient. He spots the corner of your lips tilting upward into a smirk, but it vanishes before he can be sure and you remind him, “You were talking about beating Natori in Motegi to win the F4 title in 2018.”

The rest of the meal remains lighthearted, intrigued chatter flowing around bites of food as you compare and contrast your junior careers and hometowns. It carries to the final stop Yuki brings you tonight, Isozu Beach. The vast, dark ocean is bathed in moonlight, the salty breeze cooling the air, and the coastline is lit up with buildings. The sound of waves crashing against the shore melts away as the heart-to-heart you’re sharing becomes his sole importance. He’s holding both pairs of your shoes in one hand, listening to your occasional giggles as the tide slips high enough to wet your feet and tickle your ankles. Your lilted and somewhat slurred speech tells Yuki you’re tipsy, but you’re insistent on simply linking your arm with his to prevent yourself from stumbling as you continue to walk the length of the shoreline. The stroll resumes and you slowly lean more of your weight into him; your head nestled on his arm, hand wrapped around his bicep, and Yuki feels you shiver at the next wind gust.

Like a gentleman, Yuki pulls off his sweater and helps you into it when your arms prove to be too clumsy to manage on their own without ending up stuck. Briefly, he squeezes his eyes shut to regain his composure after you bury your nose into the collar of his sweater with a pleased hum. 

“Okay,” he says, sounding strangled, “Let’s get you back to the hotel—you’re more drunk than I thought.”

He suffers quietly during the short trip to the hotel you're staying in. The way you’re humming quietly as you play with the hem of his sweater has his grip tightening around the steering wheel, stopping him from reaching for the handbrake to halt the car and leaning over the console to kiss the tiny grin on your lips. Yuki escorts you to your room door, making sure you arrive safely.

He takes the keycard from you and unlocks the door after you fail at your first few attempts.

The door clicks open and Yuki speaks, “This was…nice. It’s the best celebration I have had in a while. We should do it again, sometime.”

You smile shyly, agreeing quietly, “I think so too. Thank you for showing me around.”

Nervously, Yuki’s voice wavers, “But, next time, I want it to be a date.”

“I think…I think I would like that,” your small smile grows into an unrestrained grin, pupils wide with infatuation.

He exhales roughly, the tight pressure in his chest lightening as it sounds like you like him, want him, too, “W-wait—really?”

Yuki looks on as you hold onto the door for stability as relieved-sounding laughter overwhelms you. Your amusement quiets when you straighten up to meet his eyes once more, probably seeing how he’s honestly shocked at your returned feelings.

“Yuki, babe—” Oh. He’s going to sing in the shower when he gets back to his hotel room. “—I tucked a cherry blossom behind your ear and called you kawaii. I know the 5-yen coin has that myth about relationships, and I bought an en-musubi omamori for myself because it’s for finding love. Obviously, Yuki—I would like to fall in love with you.”

Lost for words, and with his mouth gaping, stunned, he says, “...You do?”

You’re kind enough to spare him with a roll of your eyes, “I do.”

“I bought the en-musubi, too,” he reveals for no other reason than not knowing what to say.

“I know, babe,” Yuki’s heartbeat skips, “I saw it in the bag during the drive back here.”

“When is your flight scheduled?” He asks suddenly, a plan beginning to form in his mind.

“Tomorrow morning?” Your brows are furrowed in confusion at the change in topic, glancing down at your phone screen to confirm, “—Or this morning, I suppose, since it’s the next day already.”

He swallows, eager again all of a sudden, “Is it too soon if I ask you to cancel your flight and spend the rest of the week here with me?”

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user1 when i put "two f1 drivers start dating e/o" on my 2024 bingo card, i meant for it to be lestappen… happy for you though haha...

user2 WHERE HAVE YOU BEEEEN ???!!!

user3 BEDS EMPTY 😡 user4 NO NOTE 😵‍💫 user5 CAR GONE 😫 user2 i was going quoting rihanna but this works too LMAO

danielricciardo well well well

yourinstagram are YOU doing well 🤨 danielricciardo i’m not the one who told their team that they needed to reschedule their flight bc of food poisoning yukitsunoda0511 it’s me! i’m food poisoning 😁🙋🏻‍♂️ user6 YUKIII PLS 😭😭😭

user7 no shot u missed your flight when u told your team to be ready for it on the radio 🤡

yourinstagram do as i say, not as i do—is the phrase, i believe :) user7 okayyy mother gothel since u know what's best 😝

oscarpiastri hey you never gave yuki his sweater back, in case you forgot 😀

yourinstagram oscar please stfu i’m never telling u anything again landonorris hey don’t speak to osc like that…he’s just a boy :( yourinstagram lando u can stfu too? tf ??? these hands are rated e for everyone 🤺 user8 the threat of violence almost distracted me from the sweater exchange…keyword being almost

user9 no post about the race win and no tag for yuki on the last photo…

-yourinstagram hey i won the suzuka gp in case anybody forgot :p -yukitsunoda0511 hey i’m in the last photo in case anybody didn’t know :3

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pierregasly no point in asking who took that last photo 😏

yukitsunoda0511 your mom did pierregasly yuki please yukitsunoda0511 is what your mom said last night user10 your honor, my client pleads: boy best friends

user11 that’s a lotttt of emojis yuki-san

user12 he graduated from the charles leclerc school of emoji usage with honors 🧑🏻‍🎓 charles_leclerc i am a very good teacher 😊 user12 chuck legleg responded i can die happily now

yourinstagram do you have any tours available in shanghai next week?

yukitsunoda0511 there’s a spot open at a discounted price! yourinstagram how much will it cost me 🥴🤧 yukitsunoda0511 five or six kisses should cover it :) yourinstagram payment is on its way rn 🏎️💨💨💨 user13 this could have been a private whatsapp message… user14 going to say taylor swift sucks on twitter so death comes faster

visacashapprb when you tell your driver to have some decorum and he decorates his caption instead 🫠🫠🫠

user15 WAITTT WHY WAS THIS ACTUALLY A FUNNY JOKE💀💀😭 user16 when you tell your driver to score a point and he decides to score a date as well 🫠🫠🫠 pierregasly when you tell your driver to stop harassing pierre and he cyber bullies him instead 🫠🫠🫠

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Mingyu (SVT) | Bath bombs fluff | 0.7k | gn!reader

You believe in humor. 

He believes in cuteness.

So that’s how you ended up facing a dilemma that you’d never think you’d have - whose bath bomb will get used first?

His, naturally, is honestly too pretty to be allowed to just fizz out into nothing. A little beige fluffy looking puppy. Adorable, beautiful, perfect. You’d feel like a monster pulling it under water.

And yours is a toaster.

It’s funny, okay? And cute too, just in a different way. Maybe you should’ve just gone bath bomb shopping to the store together instead of shopping online where the options were limitless.

Mingyu chuckles when he sees you pout looking at the two options. He hugs you from behind, leaning his head against yours. You know he finds it funny - and honestly it is. Every second standing in front of the two options you commit into your memory because you’re happy and life is good, and you get to have little breakdowns because of something as silly as a bath bomb.

“Let’s use yours when we’re having a bad day, hm?” he suggests and you laugh out loud, finally releasing the tension in your body, and nod.

“So you mean right after we finish this bath, right? Because my day’s about to get significantly worse if we’re sacrificing this beauty,” you sigh as you run a finger over the puppy’s snout. It fits so perfectly into your palm - how are you supposed to kill it?!

“It’s his fate, baby,” Mingyu reminds you, a smile in his voice, because he loves how deeply you appreciate the little details of everything. He hugs you tighter.

“He doesn’t deserve it. He’s a masterpiece,” you insist. 

“No, you are,” he coos into your ear and chuckles when you roll your eyes and call him cringy. You sigh softly. If only you could stop time right now. With your boyfriend pressed against you, squeezing you like he can hold you together, come what may, little puppy in your palm, and the prospect of a long, hot bath in front of you.

“The water will get cold,” he nudges his nose into your cheek, “Let’s get in.”

You give Mingyu a stern look when you hand him the puppy to safely join him in the tub. He just watches with his dumb smile and lip between his teeth, his eyes basically heart shaped and never leaving your body. He does hold the bath bomb above the water though, so you let him get away with being cheesy despite the heat rising to your cheeks that has nothing to do with the hot water.

You stifle a moan when you let your shoulders dip below the surface and the warmth that envelops your tense muscles begins working its magic. All thoughts evacuate your mind. There’s just the feeling of your bones turning into jelly and your legs brushing against Mingyu’s. The only thing that could elevate this experience to perfection would be some nice, relaxing scent…

“Love? It’s time,” he says gently, chuckling at the frown tugging at your face upon your moment of peace being disrupted, “We need to let him go.”

You reluctantly straighten up and look at the puppy still resting in your boyfriend’s palm. Giving the bath bomb one last pat, you guide his hand down and watch as the puppy starts floating and slowly dissipating. It feels strangely like a funeral full of colors and bubbles, and the bathroom fills with a fresh scent. Are you a monster when you melt back into the warm bath again after sparing one last thought for the puppy?

“Better?” Mingyu asks, leaning back himself. You just give him a nod.

“I promise I’ll be less dramatic with the toaster one,” you hum. He gives you a sceptical look. “I’ll just throw it in. You’ll be dramatic and act like you’re getting electrocuted.”

“Hey!” he pouts, kicking you lightly under the water, “Why am I the one dying?”

“To make me laugh?” you flutter your eyelashes at him with the sweetest smile. He opens his mouth and closes it just as fast, the pout remains on his lips but his eyes soften. Victory.

You laugh and lean forward, easily catching his lips in a kiss. He sighs against your mouth, but as always he’s already thinking about the best way to execute the scene. Because he’s wrapped around your finger like that.

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Post-case Bedtime Story ★ Spencer Reid x reader

first fic!! im so scared! but i really like this so i hope other people do too :)

Warnings: none! this is fluff, gn!bau!reader, no y/n, second person pov, in my mind Spencer and reader are already dating in this, i imagined s2 glasses reid while writing, verb tense probably switches but idc, i also wrote most of this while half asleep so...

Word Count: 704

Description: Reader is sleepy on the jet after a case and has a cute little moment with Spencer :)

Likes, comments, and reblogs are very much appreciated! 💜

The past week had been long, tiring, and incredibly stressful. For everyone on the team. You would think that after five restless days of tracking down an unsub, the others would want the same thing as you, some peace and quiet, and sleep. Lots of sleep. But apparently not everyone had the same idea.

As the jet peacefully glided through the quiet night sky, Emily, Derek, and JJ sat in the seats around the small table. Not so quietly discussing their plans to go out for drinks when they got back. Surely, Garcia would want to go as well, she would enjoy her friends being back after so long and would most likely try to convince the rest of the team to tag along as well.

Hotch and Rossi sat in the back corner, Hotch tiredly flipped through the case file, determined to finish his paperwork before the jet landed so he could assure as much time spent with Jack as possible before the team was called out again. Rossi silently sipped some whiskey while doing crossword puzzles in a book he carried around in his go bag.

Spencer was sat on the small couch, sitting with one leg crossed over the other and a book in his lap, his messenger bag on the floor infront of him. You were sat beside him, shoulder to shoulder, sitting cross legged with your feet up on the couch. You lightly rested your head on his shoulder, angling yourself so that you could at least try to read his book along with him, even though he was flipping the pages too fast for anyone to keep up with. You weren't sure, but you think he may have started to slow down his page flipping just a little bit when he noticed you trying to keep up with his reading pace.

After a while, Prentiss and JJ had both fallen asleep, while Morgan was listening to music with his headphones, staring out the jet window. Hotch had finished the paperwork (or given up on it, you werent too sure) and was "just resting his eyes", Rossi was passed out with his arms folded over his chest, empty whiskey glass on the table beside him.

You felt comfortable. You cozied up to Spencer a tiny bit more now that most of the team was distracted enough not to notice. Putting the full weight of your head on his shoulder and loosely locking an arm with the one of his that was closest to you.

He still flipped the pages of his book every few seconds, though he neared the end. He looked down and scanned your tired expression, your eyes were half closed but a faint smile could still be seen. You liked being close to him like this. The corners of his mouth slightly curve upwards as he looks at you. "You know you're allowed to sleep, right?" he whispers. "Mm, I was waiting for you to finish your book so we could talk." you reply, looking up at him. "Oh, you could've just interrupted me, I wouldn't have minded. What did you want to talk about?" He replies, feeling a little guilty that he was the reason you hadn't gone to sleep yet.

"Nothing specific, I just like talking to you." You smile at him. "And we've only talked about the case for the past few days, I want to talk about something not so gross and scary." Spencer huffs out a small laugh and returns your sweet smile. "Well, you do look pretty tired. I could read to you if you'd like? I wouldn't mind if you just so happened to fall asleep." he suggests, gently nudging you with his elbow. "That would be nice, actually." You reply, nodding while still leaning on his shoulder.

For the next five minutes, Spencer quietly reads to you from his book, picking up where he left off while reading to himself. His voice served as a reminder that he was still there, even if your eyes were closed. Another five minutes pass and you're fast asleep, leaning against him, his arm locked with yours. He continues reading though, hoping that his voice keeps you in a calm, restful sleep.

thank you for reading! <3

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being sentimental over that fact that this fandom has such amazing writers and creators despite the fact that it’s so small! so i figured I’d tag some of my favs and give them a nice compliment bc they truly deserve it and we should all show our appreciation for allowing us along on the journey!!! ok now on to me fangirling under the cut.

@blixabargelds frankie… the way your brain works is mind blowing. Like you are so amazing??? I regularly reread fics by you and am constantly pouring over the superstar tag to the point where I feel I could recite asks you’ve gotten months ago lmao. I know you’ve been struggling with writing through these last few months but your work is so truly special!!! Thank you for sharing it with us!

@swifty-fox i know your thoughts on being a writer, but you are truly so brilliant and kind and amazing. Every au or canon fic you come up with is so captivating. The mota fandom is truly lucky to have you writing for it! I’m so excited for everything you have coming up! (Also ps I’ll make as many edits as you desire for snippets 🥰) also not to mention, the art?????? Actually lost for words. You have my endless love and appreciation.

@feyd-meowtha i will 100% read anything you ever write regardless of fandom forever (as proven by the gladiator II fic, still have absolutely no idea but I love it bc you wrote it) thank you for allowing me to scream into discord chat every single time you post a new chapter of 3 am. The handholding thru it does not go unnoticed lmao. (And also allowing me to whine about my own writing ur the best) I truly don’t know how you do it but I am so thankful you do!

@wayrad I know we’ve joked about your age in the wota discord, but omg. If I had even a sliver of your talent at 18, I would’ve been insufferable and yet you’re the sweetest and constantly gracing us with amazing fics. My obsession with the truck stop series haunts me in the best way and I can’t wait to see where you take us next!!

@middlingmay the amount of times I’ve reread TODCL is probably frightening. It is such an amazing story and I’m always blown away by how each character feels so alive. Sometimes I get so immersed in reading that these feel like real people I know and not just characters. Mindblowing how you do that. I’m also so obsessed with all the other AUs you create because how??? Genius

@donotnomi stripper bucky my beloved ❤️ your fic has completely taken over my mind. There is something so ethereal about it. It reminds me of doing LSD in a good way lmao the slow burn is amazing and I always get so excited when I get an email that a new chapter has been posted.

@constanthaunt born right in the doorway will live rent free in my head for eternity!!! I’ve already reread it twice since you finished it and I actually have no words??? The way you weave thoughts and sentences together is so criminal. Like straight to jail for being so amazing at words. I’d love to study your mind so I could have some of that talent!! Can’t wait to see what else you write.

@joeyalohadream the fluff is so good it almost makes me cry. I normally love overdosing on angst and pain but when you post something I immediately drop everything to devour it bc I know it will make me feel all warm inside. I can’t wait for more tree farmer Gale fic regardless of what season it is!!!

@irregularcollapse the incredible mind that came up with the DIY punk au??? The tennis fic??? The actors fic??? THE CANNIBALISM?! Everything you write is so amazing, I always find myself coming back to reread. I could actually live in your fic tumblr tags. The online dating??? It’s actually the fic of my dreams. The genius really knows no bounds. Thank you for sharing with us!

[rarepairdumpster]

High School Teacher AU

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: T C/W: Capital Punishment Mention, Just the boys being adorable

High school AU BUT Viktor is the brand spanking new fresh out of college science teacher and Silco is the grumpy tenured english teacher.

Silco has pretty much burned every personal relationship so no one likes working with him but Viktor is like "nah he's misunderstood obviously"

Viktor is the first person to be actually nice to him in years and he kinda short circuits because one, he had made sure no one was ever nice to him again and two, the man being nice to him is really handsome.

Viktor being observant enough to know how Silco likes his coffee after one day in the teachers' lounge  And surprising him with a coffee next morning.

Silco grumbles out a thank you before burying his very red nose back into his paper.

Next time, there's a fresh pastry, too. With a baked apple and cinnamon mix in the middle. His favourite. Damn. 

Viktor just continues reading his book (coincidentally also Silco's favourite), as if he isn't 100% aware of Silco trying not to have a coronary from sheer embarassment in the corner because someone (obviously, the new weirdo who doesnt know any better) left him a coffee AND his favourite pastry.

Everyone else is trying really hard not to stare at Silco but they're pretty sure he's going to explode any moment.

SILCO AND VIKTOR BEING DESIGNATED CHAPERONES FOR THE SCHOOL DANCE THOUGH.

AND SILCO IS LIKE 😑

BUT VIKTOR IS LIKE 👀 (because Silco in a suit????? Out of school hours????)

Even the students start to notice that Silco is the slightest bit nicer when Viktor is nearby.

Except when he overhears students talking about how snatched Viktor's waist is

Viktor is absolutely the crush of the entire school and he's completely oblivious to it.

And Silco feels angry and protective and maybe a little deranged every time he overhears a student talking about what they'd do to Viktor, if they had the chance. 

And his face burns when one of them makes a comment at the dance about how Silco is "obviously" railing Viktor at every opportunity.

Another laughs and says "Are you stupid? Silco hasn't been laid in years. Doubt he'd even know what to do!"

And Silco emerges from the bushes so suddenly that the students shriek and he growls "5 months detention! All of you!"

Silco goes to Viktor afterwards and asks what they're going to do about these silly rumors. 

"I gave them five months detention but--"

Viktor almost spits out his coffee "I'm sorry, 5 months?"

Viktor's stupidly pretty amber eyes are wide with startled mirth and his plush mouth curls around a smile.

"Isn't that a little extreme?"

"No," Silco answers flatly, hands balling in to fists. His nails are crescents of pain against his palms. "They deserved worse."

"Did they?" Viktor asks. " Would that be for insinuating you were railing me or for insinuating you weren't?"

"I..." Silco falters, feeling like a rug has been pulled from under him. Feeling like he's been driven into a trap all of a sudden. There's definitely something sharp in that amber gaze now, something shrewd. Silco gathers himself and lifts his chin. "For their appalling lack of respect and their disdain for social boundaries."

"Ah," Viktor nods. "To be fair, I'm sure they thought they were having a private conversation."

"It doesn't matter whether it was a private conversation or not." Silco is indignant all over again. "I don't appreciate either of us being slandered like that."

"Slander?" Viktor raises an eyebrow. "Now, I don't think it was anything that malicious." He takes another sip of his coffee. "The rumor mill is fed with new faces and I am one of the newest around. It will pass, I'm sure."

Silco clenches his jaw so hard, his teeth creak. He doesn't understand how Viktor can be so relaxed and even amused about this. In his day, he'd have been bent over the teacher's desk and caned raw for such disrespect!

"Maybe," Viktor smirks and looks up at Silco through his lashes, "they're more intuitive than you give them credit for"

Silco turns away, focuses on literally anything other than the young man. 

"Teenagers are idiots," Silco scoffs, defensive. "I wouldn't trust them to dissect a novel correctly, let alone interpret interactions between real people."

"It's easier to pick up energy from a person than a passage," Viktor chuckles, then reaches out to touch Silco's upper arm. "Give them five weeks. That's already more than enough. I'll even supervise with you."

Silco flinches at the unexpected touch. He bolts from the lounge without answering, and returns to the hall to monitor the dance. Gives some students detention for spiking the punch, etc. Takes comfort in the familiar doling out of punishments

Viktor sighs and hopes he's getting through to Silco even a little

Over the next couple of weeks, rumours about Silco being a 50 yo virgin start cropping up. Rumours about him needing viagra just to get it up. Rumours that he still lives in his mom's basement.

Ridiculous, baseless, humiliating rumours.

Silco is extra venomous when he's grading homework, etc.

Silco ranting about something to Viktor regarding the scathing anaylsis of one of his favorite works.

And Viktor smiling with such big heart eyes and stopping him mid-rant with a kiss to the cheek and a fond murmur of "You're so handsome when you're passionate."

Meanwhile, Silco is error 404-ing

Later in the day, Silco bumps into Viktor in the hallway and grunts "I have to talk to you" before dragging him into the janitor's closet and pinning him against the door. 

Silco kisses him in the dark, fingers entangled in Viktor's long soft hair and just as Viktor is responding pulls away almost as suddenly.

"Just...needed to get that out of my system," Silco mumbles. "It meant nothing."

He bolts out the door and Viktor is just left there smiling stupidly like FINALLY

The it meant nothing makes Viktor snort though, because dear god, that man is romantically constipated

Silco realizes quickly he was lying to himself because now the kiss is all he can think about and oh boy does he get even more grumpy.

Meanwhile, Viktor is practically frolicking around because Silco's defensive wall finally cracked enough to let the man kiss him and Viktor is do damn happy about it

Viktor is giving out A's like candy and Silco is failing everyone

The kids are like "CAN THEY JUST FUCK PLEASE"

ONE OF THE KIDS ABSOLUTELY WRITES THAT AT THE END OF HIS HOMEWORK, AND THEN ADDS "MY DAD'S GONNA KICK MY ASS IF SILCO KEEPS FAILING ME JFC"

Viktor turns the tease-o-meter up to 1000.

The thing that gets Silco is when Viktor's not even trying to be a tease. He just looks like a pathetic little meow meow because it started raining cats and dogs while he was walking for the bus.

And Silco, driving by, pulls over and grumbles at him to just get in.

Hands Viktor a towel as he gets in "for that ridiculous hair" and Viktor just grins.

The drive is silent for a few moments before Viktor speaks up. "You know you can't keep failing students like you have been."

"Easy for you to say; you haven't seen their English essays," Silco grumbles, but he pointedly keeps his eyes on the road.

"I'm pretty sure Ms. Kiramman is ready to report you to the dean."

"I'm tenured," Silco scoffs. "I don't have to worry about the mayor's daughter."

"It isn't their fault," Viktor says softly, keeping his attention on the road ahead out of respect for Silco. "Our personal interactions shouldn't affect their grades."

Silco grips the wheel tighter. "That's not--They are the ones who can't answer basic questions about the text."

"I saw one of your tests," Viktor clears his throat. "I don't believe asking for the specific number of spokes on Mr. Darcy's carriage is a standard question."

"Attention to detail is an important skill!"

"They're neurotypical 16-year-olds," Viktor chuckles. "Be glad they are detailed enough to remember their homework at ALL."

Arch + Woods

[deathbyclown]

Tease Pairing: Crocodile/Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 3700

Summary: Crocodile needs you to come along for an investor's meeting, but today is your anniversary. You maliciously comply, teasing him the whole time, but things take a negative turn and Crocodile is angry.

Crocodile is a cruel and abusive partner in this.

Warnings: This is an unhealthy and abusive relationship. The sex is NON-CONSENSUAL. Reader does not have a healthy view on her relationship with Crocodile. She will delude herself; she is convinced she loves Crocodile and he loves her.

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You sat at your vanity, your makeup and hair products lined up, perfectly organized. You glanced at yourself in the mirror, the face looking back at you clearly disappointed. No amount of makeup would cover that. You could thank your partner for that, ruining your whole evening with just a few words. 

You spent all day making everything perfect for your anniversary. You made sure the bed was ready; the pillows perfectly fluffed and his favorite (ugly) comforter topping the bed. You spritzed your perfume on the covers, and brushed some through your hair, the one that he bought for you, that he loved to smell on you. You had his favorite whiskey and cigars ready, a special ice cube in the shape of a wani, pressed and staying chilled. You wore the lingerie set that always drove him wild, with all the belts and straps and lace, practically see through, soft and silky to the touch, with an open crotch, so he could fuck you while you wore it. So he could run his hand over your body and feel every piece squeezing your body, pushing out every squishy part of you. 

You thought of everything, made the evening absolutely perfect, you were the best girlfriend ever tonight! And how did he greet you when he came into the room? 

“Have you been laying there all day? Get up, we have an investors meeting. I need you to distract them while I talk them into accepting the deal I’ve written up.” He poured himself two fingers of the whiskey you set out for him and took a sip, leaving you with your mouth hanging open on the bed. 

“Hurry up, the meeting’s in 30 minutes.” He said with a glance, and he paused as he looked over your body as you sat up. 

“Why are you half-naked?” He asked, lighting one of the nice cigars you laid out. 

“Baby, it’s our anniversary.” You said slowly, hoping that this was a trick, that he hadn’t forgotten and that he was just playing some kind of prank on you. 

He raised one eyebrow and scoffed. “It’s next week.” 

“No it’s not! It’s today!” You insisted loudly, sliding off of the bed, hurrying over to him. 

He took a step forward to close the distance between both to you and ran his hook through your hair. You had to crane your neck to look up at him but you could tell he was looking at your body appreciatively. 

“You look good, kitten, but you need to get dressed. We’ll celebrate our anniversary next week like I planned.” He bent down and kissed your cheek. You opened your mouth to argue but he put a finger to your lips. 

“You have 29 minutes.” He murmured, the smoke from his cigar wafting from his lips, into your face. 

So now you had to rearrange your whole evening, re-do your makeup, your hair, your clothes! Your lingerie set was not easy to get out of! Usually Crocodile liked unwrapping you, slowly pulling off the pieces, his mouth and fingers following behind. But now you had to undo every clasp, untie every string, slide off each piece of thin fabric until you had only ten minutes left. You were so pissed off, hurriedly digging through your closet to find something nice to wear, when your eyes landed on one of your most revealing dresses, something you couldn’t wear any underwear with, that left very little to the imagination. 

Oh, you would go to this stupid meeting with Crocodile, but you wouldn’t be distracting his investors, oh no, you were going make him regret forgetting your anniversary

You squeezed into your dress, looked over your hair and makeup once more, and met Crocodile in your shared room. He sat in his armchair, relaxed, smoking his cigar, sipping his whiskey, reading a newspaper. He looked over at you and did a double take, his lips turning down just slightly, his lower jaw shifting off center as he took in your appearance. He set down his drink and the paper as you approached, letting you sit on the arm of his chair. 

“It’s a bit much for a group of strangers, isn’t it?” He tried to sound light about it, but you could hear the jealousy loud and clear. 

You gave him a faux pout and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek, the smell of his aftershave, spicy and familiar. 

“I just threw on the first dress I could find. Do you not like it?” You stuck your lip out further and he huffed, his hand moving to skim over the bare skin of your thigh. 

“It’s fine. We’re running late.” He pinched the inside of your leg as he stood from his seat. He herded you out the door and into the elevator that would take you to the main floor of the casino.  

Crocodile rarely did business on the house floor, only by request or if the potential clients were rich. And it seemed that tonight’s investors were the latter. They were practically gleaming compared to most of the people mulling around. They looked sleek, out of place, clearly foreign, but still impeccably dressed. 

Surprisingly only one or two of them spared a glance at you, all of their attention turning to Crocodile the moment he approached them. They bombarded him with questions about the casino as soon as they finished shaking hands. Really boring nitty gritty questions about win-rates and cash flow and debts. The kind of conversation you were familiar with at this point, enough so that you could probably answer their questions yourself. 

But instead you had to play arm candy for Crocodile tonight, which was feeling more and more like a waste of your time. These investors treated you like you weren’t even there, less than a pet, not even a slight acknowledgement to your presence. Crocodile needed you to distract them tonight? Hah! Maybe if you were a binder full of statistics they’d be interested. 

It didn’t matter. It was to your benefit, really. Crocodile had his attention full with the chattering group, and you were being fully ignored. What better time to bother Crocodile? 

You started small, leaning into him as you sipped your cocktail. Not enough for him to look at you, maybe not even enough for him to think about you, but it was enough for him to get used to your touch. You slid closer, making your thighs touch, your weight against his arm now had him aware of your proximity. He didn’t look at you, just lifted his left arm and wrapped it around you, his golden hook pressing into your hip to keep you close. 

Good. He thought he was in control, that he was probably doing you a favor, keeping you so close to him, keeping you warm. Let him keep thinking he’s such a big shot, perfectly organized and planned. 

You crossed your legs, your left leg on top, your calf and foot brushing against his shin. Still he didn’t move. You placed your hand on his knee, unmoving, but clearly present. He didn’t react…until you slowly started sliding your hand up his leg, your fingers dragging against the inside of his thigh. 

You felt him nudge the rounded part of his hook into your hip, a warning. One that you would ignore. Your hand rested on his upper thigh; your movement stopped for now. He seemed to relax marginally, still chatting easily with the investors, who were now two drinks in and beginning to talk over one another. 

Now it was time to see how far you could push him. You brought your hand over to his crotch, cupping him through his pants. You felt his body twitch, his hook pressing roughly into your side. But you were undeterred, spurred on by the feeling of him in your hand. He felt large, even while flaccid, the warm soft feeling of him in your hand sent a sharp pang of need straight through you. You didn’t want to be here, you wanted to be in your room, touching him freely, without the barriers. But if all went to plan, hopefully you’d get that soon enough. 

Gently you rubbed your fingers over him, mapping the soft length of him, his girth, the ridge of his head. You could feel him starting to grow, the subtle swelling of his cock under your fingers sent a pleasurable rush straight to your cunt. His hand slid unnoticed from the table and wrapped around your wrist, Crocodile still chatting and gambling with the present company. But his grip on you made your bones ache. He was getting pissed. He let go but didn’t bring his hand back up to the table. 

You would have to work quickly, he was clearly paying attention to you now, split between entertaining his guests and fending you off. Your hand stayed on him, unmoving, his cock half-hard and straining against the crotch of his pants, trapped there by the restrictive tailored cut. You subtly rubbed your thumb along his shaft, lightly increasing pressure when you reached the edge of his head. You circled your thumb over his tip, and you heard him sigh, his cock hardening further. 

He crossed his legs, trapping your hand between his thighs, pressed flat against his erection. He squeezed his thighs together, the pressure so intense it felt like a vice. He was literally trying to squeeze you out. Bastard. He could try to warn you off, try to dissuade you from touching him, but you wouldn’t stop, not until you got what you wanted. 

You wiggled your fingers, his cock hard and thick against your hand. If only he hadn’t caught your hand, you’d be unzipping his pants right now and sliding your fingers into his underwear to grip his hot cock. But you had to make do with the situation that, arguably, you put yourself into. 

One of the investors stood and the rest copied him, following him away from the table, as if they were ducklings. Oh, was the meeting over? You didn’t have much time to gather information as you were yanked from your seat, Crocodile holding you close to him, a firm grip on the back of your neck. You stumbled along, but couldn’t help your little self-satisfied smile. He had to walk with his coat closed for once. Wonder why that might be? 

“Croc-” you started, wanting to ask him if the meeting was over, but he cut you off immediately. 

“Shut up.” He snapped, his teeth clenched deep into his cigar. 

He frog-marched you to his private office and threw you to the floor as soon as he closed the door behind him. Your knees ached with the force of your fall and you didn’t have any time to recover. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled up sharply, making you cry out. He crouched down in front of you, puffing smoke into your face as your hands tugged at his wrist to let you go. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He yelled, yanking your hair, your scalp burning, making your eyes tear up. “You think you can play stupid little games with my business on the line? Hm?” You stayed quiet, cold fear freezing you from head to toe. This wasn’t how you wanted this to go. You wanted to poke him a little, irritate him, but it seemed you went to far. You brought out the cruel side of him, angry and uncaring. 

“Answer me!” He shouted in your face, ash and spit landing on your cheek. 

Tears welled in your eyes and you swallowed hard, trying not to let your voice tremble as you spoke. You were just trying to have a little fun, to make him pay attention to you, but you fucked it up. 

“No sir. I’m sorry sir.” You answered him, your voice just above a whisper, your face turned down, unable to look him in the eye. 

He threw you down again and stood up, leaving you to struggle your way back into a sitting position. Your head started to ache, your knees and palms burned from being pushed around my Crocodile. 

“Sorry isn’t good enough. You’re going to fix this problem you made.” He opened his coat, undid his belt, and unbuttoned his pants, his hand dipping down into the front. 

You stared up at him, your eyes as big as saucers. This was what you wanted, maybe not the pain and cruelty, but you wanted him . You just wanted to spend a romantic, intimate evening with your partner for your anniversary. And maybe it wasn’t your original plan for the evening, but you craved him. The two of you were alone and he wanted you to take care of him. What greater intimacy was there than getting on your knees for your lover? 

You got into position and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out, two small tears trailing down your cheeks. He pushed down the front of his pants and pulled out his hard cock. With his hook he held your hair and with his hand he held himself and slapped your face with his heavy dick. 

“Selfish annoying slut.” He breathed out, smoke swirled from his lips, his cigar burnt down to nearly nothing. He smacked the head of his dick onto your waiting tongue then shoved in as far as he could, until you choked, until you gagged around him. 

He pulled out, to your painted lips, smearing saliva and precum over your mouth and up your cheek, then he thrust back in. Your hands leapt to his thighs, holding on, clawing at him. His cock was burrowed so deep into your throat you thought he would burst through the skin. Your muscles strained, aching as they naturally reacted to the sudden intrusion. You did everything you could to try and relax your throat but he was an overwhelming force. 

Yes, you had been able to deep throat him once before, but it was after a lot of preparation. It was during a steamy playful evening you spent together where you had his patience, his encouragement, and his time. You didn’t have any of those at the moment, but still you tried. 

You stretched your mouth as wide as it would go, and still it was a tight fit, your jaw aching as he used your mouth. He didn’t fit entirely, but he was pushing in deep enough with every thrust that you couldn’t breathe, that your body convulsed as you fought your gag reflex. 

But he seemed to be enjoying himself, his brows furrowed in pleasure, his eyes dark and shining, light color on his cheeks. You were giving him pleasure, and the idea of that, combined with the taste and feel of him in your mouth made your cunt pulse. You could feel yourself oozing, the slick feeling of your arousal made you clench your thighs together. 

You reached down a hand and slipped it between your legs, bare under your dress. It was so easy to push a finger through your gushing slit, to rub your swollen clit, to push your fingers deep inside of yourself. 

You moaned around his cock, your hand moving quickly, fingers curling, the butt of your hand rubbing against your clit. You wanted to bob your head, to show him how sorry you were, how good you could be, but he had total control over you. His hand gripped the bottom of your chin, your hair wrapped tightly around his hook, as he fucked your mouth, using you, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into your throat. 

Your hand moved faster, pushing three fingers into yourself, stretching yourself open, your arousal slick, dripping down your fingers. You could cum just like this. Maybe Crocodile would cum too, and you could finish together. How romantic would that be? 

He pulled out sharply, leaving thick spit to dribble down your chin, and he pulled your head back to look up at him. You had no doubt your face was a mess, but whatever it looked like, or whatever you were doing, he looked displeased. 

“Are you getting off on this?” He sneered, his dark shiny shoe nudging at the hand between your legs. You pulled your fingers out of yourself, the sound slick and squelching. 

“Yes sir.” You answered, your voice hoarse, barely audible.

“Disgusting whore.” He spit on your face, a big wet glob sliding down your cheek. You reached up a hand to touch it but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up like you were a doll, dragging you to his desk and pushed you face down.  

He held you down with his hand flat between your shoulder blades as his hook pulled your dress up to your hips, the fabric ripping at his roughness. 

You gasped, squirming as you felt cool air hit your exposed cunt, but he immediately brought his cock head to your folds, rubbing it through your wetness before pushing insistently at your entrance. 

“This is how you want to apologize to me?” He thrust forward, the stretch sudden, making you cry out. You clawed at the desk, whining as he forced his way inside. 

“This punishment is too good for you.” He pushed the rest of the way in, groaning when you clenched, his dick so large, so deep inside, that you couldn’t take a deep breath, your guts twisting and aching. 

He smacked your ass, making you squeeze him, your soft flesh jiggling. He pulled out halfway and slammed back in, knocking the wind out of you. He set a brutal pace, leaving you breathless, your face pressed to the desk, short steamy pants fogging the glossy surface. You tried to lift your hips to get a better angle, but you had no leverage, your feet dangling from the desk, the hard edges digging into your hips, forced in deeper with every thrust. 

“Giving me your cunt is the least you can do to even begin apologizing.” 

His hook went around your throat, pulling you back slightly, making you arch your back. The cold metal pressed into your windpipe, cutting off your air. Your mouth gaped, trying to pull in air, unable to suck in a breath. Your body lit up with sensation, panic and adrenaline heightened your senses. You pulled at the hook, your nails scratching at your own skin, just trying to gain purchase. Black spots danced over your vision, and you flung one of your arms back to try and get him to understand that you were about to pass out. 

“Don’t forget this is your fault. You asked for this.” He removed his hook from around your neck and you swallowed down air, wheezing, unable to fully catch your breath. Crocodile was relentless, pounding into you, fucking you like he hated you. 

You felt lightheaded, hot tears trailed down your cheeks. It hurt, but it felt good, like maybe you did deserve this, like you were atoning for something. He bent over you, covering you with his body, resting on his forearms as he hips kept their furious pace. It was so hard, hard enough that the smack of your skin meeting was the loudest sound in the room. And he was fast, aggressive, fucking you like a machine, rocketing you toward an orgasm that was just out of reach. 

“I’m going to cum inside of you and you had better thank me afterward, understand?” He panted above you, pressing his body weight against you. 

You froze, everything slowing down for a moment. The thought send an icy hot thrill through you. It was terrifying, and arousing. He’d never done that before. He was meticulous about condoms. Why did he want to do it now? Was he trying to show you just how much he wanted to keep keep you?  

He wrapped his large hand around your throat and squeezed, shocking you out of your thoughts. 

“Answer me, cunt.” He growled. 

You bit your lip, a shiver going through you at the feeling of his command, rumbling through his chest and vibrating against you. He had your life, your pleasure, your pain, in his hand. 

“Yes sir!” You gasped out as loud as you could, his hand not leaving your throat. Your skin tingled, your whole body flushed, each sense heightened. He had total control over you and all you could do was go along with him and hope you didn’t anger him further. 

He grunted in approval and leaned into you, making your lower back and hips ache with the added weight and pressure. You cried out, squirming against him, clawing at the desk. He didn’t let up, his pace remained bruising, and you sobbed out, tears streaming down your face. The pain was starting to feel overwhelming, fear crawled over you, and you worried that he would break your hip bones.  

His breath hitched, his hips stuttered and he squeezed your neck tightly, groaning as the first gush of hot cum shot inside of you. You gasped, surprised at the new feeling, your whole body trembling as he filled you up, each spurt of his semen thick and warm. 

He stilled inside of you for a moment as he caught his breath, then he stood away from you and pulled out. You laid there, trembling, your legs dangling like they were totally useless. You hissed as he pushed a finger into your puffy pink entrance, your pussy swallowing him in easily, slick with your arousal and his cum. He scooped out his cum, spreading your lips to watch himself ooze out of you.

“Well? Don’t you have something to say?”  

“Thank you. I love you.” You breathed out, wiping at the hot and painful tears streaming down your face. 

“I thought so.” 

He stepped away from you and cleaned himself up, making himself presentable again. You couldn’t get up right now to follow after him even if you wanted to. 

“Get cleaned up and go back to my room. I’m not done with you.” 

He left and slammed the door shut, leaving you to lay there in the darkness, your body aching and stomach churning. You loved him. But not like this. And you were sure he loved you too. But why did he hurt you like this? You grit your teeth and tried to swallow past the lump growing in your throat. You had to make this right somehow. You knew a sweet and caring Crocodile was in there, you just had to bring him back. 

[diino8081]

flau enjoyers i am cooking up something sad

got this song on loop babyyyyy

god

also it's for the dragons rising of the au so like oh boy

[marimbles]

It seems to be pretty well established that most fanfic authors don’t mind when readers leave comments on old fics and in fact welcome it. But what about authors replying to old comments?

Do readers care in general whether an author replies? Is it expected and seen as rude if they don’t? Is it nice when they do but not expected? Is there a time limit to the welcomeness of replies? Like is it nice if they respond within a few weeks but if it’s been months or years it feels awkward because you don’t remember the fic anymore? I’m curious!

[unriding]

EVIE !!!!!

I SAW U USE MY ART AS UR THEME SO I WANNA DO A REMAKE !!! mostly cause the other one was full of mistaks hurrrrr orz

keeping the color palette the same so itd still fit + use softer shading so convey how soft u are + moze is now IN UR HAND !!!! >:3

oh nick :’)

[thedrotter]

as a little treat i am sharing with you little Aya doodles I've done over the last few days to unwind ww just little expressions based on lines in-game because those are always fun to draw. nothing too special just biscuit

it's Aya because upon doing bizarrely throughout playthroughs of the game for still unspecified project purposes I've gained a soft spot for her she's my daughter now my mental tier list on my favorite characters is so confusing right now

[seventh-district]

again and again i find myself lamenting that audio roleplay isn't taken more seriously by some people. like yeah, they often have a romantic element, and by nature they usually directly involve/address the listener- and i totally get that those things aren't to everyone's taste. no art or entertainment is universally appealing, and that's okay! but.. it still makes me a lil sad that the "cringe" reputation of asmr/audio rp precedes it. there's a whole lot of talent and creativity being poured into these audios by so many people that i feel goes unrecognized and/or disrespected simply due to the medium that the stories are being told through.

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

the amount of effort that goes into figuring out what to cook and eat every day is RIDICULOUS. i used to think people were so weird and boring for eating the same thing every single day but it truly does make life so much easier

[kiisaes]

every now and again i reread "always raining here" and get so got dam emotional !!! FUCK !!! that's my EMOTIONAL SUPPORT BL WEBCOMIC RIGHT THERE !!!!!!!!

CHECK IT OUT AND SUPPORT THE CREATORS IF U FEEL INCLINED

[holocene-sims]

a sneak peek for an upcoming (timeline tbd) update 😊

[biblicalhorror]

My relationship with my mom has come such a long way in the past few years only to come crashing down the second I try to do something nice for my dad and/or acknowledge that she is not the main character of the universe ://