#i love this gummy crocodile

[zevir-v-dele]

Yes...YEEEES, VIOLENCE! SADNESS! DEPRESSION! YEEEEES

[medlezbean]

Gummigoo screenshot I took Pt1

[salemontrial]

He would not have approved of Jax's harrassment of Pomni and Gangle

[lonely--seeker]

I keep getting tricked into watching the amaizing digital circus, just because the fandom does a great job in making any fan content 10 times funnier and more interesting than the actual show

[gummigoo-cult]

arrhhgh…

/ Spoilers Click. Select. Delete. Right click. Reload asset.

[inkspook]

i love that gummi crocodile.....he's so traumatized.

[smallpwbbles]

I love how I thought the amazing digital circus would lean more in its comedic aspect but then they gave the gummy crocodile an existential crisis and now I’m prepared for this show to fuck me up

[sunarc]

for your ask game I am requesting discipline! I gotta know

A/N: Anything dealing with discipline i eat that shit up

He’s honestly shocked yet intrigued by you and your actions. You wore a tight skirt so small that the undercups of your ass were visible for anyone in the vicinity to see. He’s not typically a jealous person but seeing you swaying your hips back and forth, bending over to show the pink panties you were wearing left him fuming. He was willing to let it all go but you had to take it a mile too far when he turned away for just a second only to turn back and find you flirting with some guy who looked as if he couldn’t find your eyes but easily was able to navigate where your chest was. He couldn’t help but see red watching some stranger attempt to steal you away. 

“I think you may have lost your mind” his voice was a deep low tone.

He held you over his lap, skirt pushed up exposing your ass while your panties laid on the ground covered in your slick. 

“Don’t worry though my sweet I’ll help you find it.”

His hand massaged roughly against your ass paired with hard smacks. Your body jolted forward each time his hand connected leaving you a crying mess but you couldn’t find it in yourself to regret your actions. Somehow the stings of his slaps felt so good yet hurt so much. 

“I'm so sorry, I swear i didn’t mean-” your words were  cut off by a yelp as he landed another smack to your ass. 

“Oh don’t be sorry now.” He slid two fingers into your entrance, sinking them in slowly. 

You let out a gasp at the sudden feeling of being full. 

“You weren’t sorry when you were bending over showing your pussy print.” his vulgar words went straight to your core. 

You wanted to feel sorry, you truly did, but between his fingers rocking into you touching all the right spots and the smacks to your ass that left you so wet you were damn near making a puddle on his lap you couldn’t find it in yourself to feel bad. 

“So fucking wet” his voice was angry “You must like getting me riled up like this. You enjoy getting treated like a filthy slut don't you?” 

You whined in reply not wanting to speak up. He pulled his hands free, slapping your ass smiling at the recoil.

“Answer me” he demanded

“Yes yes I love it so much” you cried

His heart practically was beating out of his chest hearing you whine about how much you loved getting punished. He couldn’t help the way his pants tightened at your words.

“If you love it so much then why don’t I hear you thanking me?” 

As if on command a string of slurred thankyous spilled past your lips. Wanting nothing more than to please him you cried out an endless string of words you knew he wanted to hear. His fingers continued massaging your gummy walls, exploring parts of your body you could never reach. 

“Thats it, make sure you remember, he gripped you by the neck pulling you up so his lips were near your ear “Im the only one who could ever make you feel this good, and dont ever forget it”

Daichi, Kita, Iwaizumi, Crocodile, Mihawk, Getou, Nanami, Levi, Erwin

[ripe-beetle]

doodles after the new ep... i love u gummy crocodile man

[or0ch1maru]

Me you have to smooch me because I want the cross guild and them by themselves

come here then love ����

18+, mentions of sharing, double penetration, foursomes, pure toe curling smut

No because??? Imagine it😫

•

Being the Cross Guild’s little bunny. Being doted on during the day and to the public just to be absolutely ravaged by the time the sun sets or when you four come home from a day of running errands.

Crocodile bouncing you up and down on his thick cock, you being cock drunk only a few minutes in while both Buggy and Mihawk stand behind him, you going back and forth between taking their cocks into your mouth. Eyes rolling back when Crocodile hits that gummy spot deep in your walls, drool pooling from the corners of your mouth as Mihawk is balls deep in your throat. Listening to Buggy whine and moan as your hand wraps around his shaft, stroking him before taking him into your mouth.

Or being on your back against Mihawk’s chest, his cock buried deep in your ass as Buggy and Crocodile take turns stuffing your cunt. Mihawk propping you up with one arm while the other is secure on your hip, making you watch as both of your holes get used. Your jaw hanging slack as orgasm after orgasm wash over you back to back. Your men enjoying the sight of their little bunny so far gone because of them. Only fueling their ego to keep going.

Buggy having you chest to chest as he fucks up into you. Helping to sit you up some as Crocodile prods his leaky tip against your puffy lips. Calling you his good little bunny as you take him in. Only to moan against his length when you feel that familiar stretch as Mihawk slowly pushes himself into you. Your pussy feeling so full as you take two of your lovers cocks. Buggy and Mihawk starting with a slow rhythm before picking up their speed and ruthlessly rutting into you.

•

Can you guys tells I’ve thought HEAVILY about this?? What I would do to be split in half by the three of them. I just know their HUNG😭

Also! I’m on vacation starting tomorrow until Monday❤️and will write and post when I can. Longer pieces will come once I’m home

[gachagon]

I watched the newest episode of The Amazing Digital Circus, and yeah I can already tell this is gonna be a great show. I think it manages to handle both its comedy and horror pretty well without one being less effective than the other.

The pilot was great, but I really like that episode 2 shows us a better picture of the characters than what we already thought about them. I think the most surprising character who's development was made really clear was Pomni.

In the pilot she's naturally apathetic and also freaking out about everything, and the promo material with her included seems to follow that same track record, but here in this episode Pomni does what Ragatha's been trying to do with her the whole time! She consoles this cute little gummy gator guy about his own existence and stuff in a really mature way that we just haven't seen Pomni do before.

This episode is really about the fear of not belonging or having an impact on other people. The beginning nightmare sequence where Pomni imagines herself being abstracted versus the end with Kaufmo's funeral really shows that what she's most afraid of is that she ultimately won't have a place here at all, even if being there terrifies her.

I think Pomni has come to terms with the idea that she won't be able to leave or find an exit right away, but the fear of not fitting into her role as the Jester and doing the same song and dance for eternity eats away at her.

The funeral is a really good coping skill for all of the people in the Circus (minus Jax who just didn't go to the funeral at all) because it eases the fear of not remembering any of the people you spent all that time with, but also eases the fear of being forgotten.

I can imagine the idea of Gummigoo not remembering Pomni but still being out there "Out of bounds" is sad, but unlike the people in the circus he can always come back and in a weird ironic twist always has a place in the world he's in. And even if he doesn't remember Pomni, she'll always remember him and that's the really important part.

Also can I just say that I love this little crocodile/gator man T_T He showed up with such a silly concept but I think he really added a lot to the episode. It makes me wonder what would've happened if he really was allowed to stay in the circus despite not being real.

The episode has a lot of themes about being aware of your own mortality and why you're even alive and what purpose you serve. And in the end, for Gummi he was able to stomach the truth of his own existence with the help of Pomni, but he decided to just keep it a secret from everyone else up above.

After he gets "poofed" its safe to say he'll always still exist just not in the way Pomni saw him. And whenever Cain wants to use him for a future quest, he'll still have the same old memories of his friends and his "sick mom" who needs syrup, but the knowledge of Pomni and being Out of Bounds will not be there.

Is it better that he doesn't know what's out there? That his mother isn't actually real, and that he and everyone he knows is just 1's and 0's in a computer? Or is it better if he does know and is able to cope with that reality? Likewise, should Pomni really even worry about trying to leave this world she's been forcefully thrust into, or should she just go with the flow and accept her place as the Jester in the circus?

Truly an "Ignorance is Bliss" kind of story. We already know from this episode alone that the one thing Jax craves is chaos but that's not because he's fallen in line with being a rabbit in the game or because he wants to leave.

I think Jax is an excellent parallel to Pomni in this episode. Where Pomni tries to peacefully cope with her place in the circus and possibly coexist with the world around her, Jax wants to do nothing but cause as much disruptions as possible. Jax has accepted long ago that he's not leaving, but instead of losing his mind over it he's just become an incredibly selfish person who only wants to take his entertainment from other people. He uses his veneer as the trickster rabbit to cause as much problems in their journey's as possible all so he himself won't go crazy.

And even though in the end he's not there to witness what happens to the candy people, I think just having something new to think about is enough for him in a weird way. While Pomni struggles with feeling like she belongs, Jax has been there for a long time and his biggest struggle is "disappointment". It's being so mind numbingly bored that you forget yourself.

This is leading me to believe that what causes people to abstract isn't finding the exit or thinking about the exit, but that it's more personal than that. Abstraction seems to be when someone really truly breaks under the pressure of being in the circus itself. All of the members of the circus seem to cope with being in the circus in different ways. For Gangle it's drawing and art, for Ragatha it's throwing herself into all of the journey's and just immersing herself as an actual "ragdoll" who's going on quirky adventures, Pomni just potentially found her way of coping which could be trying to just help other people with their own baggage and being an ear to listen to, and Kinger has by all means lost his marbles so as long as he's not thinking about how hard it is being in the circus he's fine.

I think Zooble's is to just not go on the adventure's at all or maybe we just haven't seen how they cope yet. I'm guessing that Kaufmo didn't really have a coping skill, either that or it became too much and he abstracted. I think his obsession with finding an exit had something less to do with the exit itself making him go insane, and more about the possibility of him remembering something he wasn't supposed to.

He probably regained his memory in some way and that was what led him down the spiral into abstraction, looking for a way out in any way he could.

[sony1223]

Here's the croc, the gummy, the bandit, Gummigoo! I made this for my dad's birthday it's coming soon so I made this for him. And yes gummigoo is already my favorite character in the show.

Big love for our favorite gummy crocodile boy!

[deeznutzdontexist]

Idk if this is a dumb question or not but is Gummigoo really a cowboy?

I've seen a lot of great fanart but they're all Americanised cowboys while the gummy crocodiles are clearly Australian.

Everyone already knows the characterisation and designs of the gummies and also their accent. They all wear hats which can be seen as a cowboy accessory but also an outback hat including one with crocodile teeth.

The second episode has many references to Mad Max. The war rigs, the dystopian outback setting, the story of the gummies taking the rig back to the village, finding his mum/family idk and coming to terms that she doesn't exist (anymore). They all loosely remind me of Furiosa and somewhat Max. Idk where I'm going with this but all Australian and not cowboy whatsoever.

Don't get me wrong, I love the fandom (that's not all brainrot or content farms) but yeah, personally rubs me the wrong way sometimes. I still love fanart/fics with Gummigoo but please stop going so far with Americanising him lmao but do whatever makes you happy and have a little fun <3

[ofallthingsnasty]

TW: depression

I hope this isn’t too TMI for you from an anon but dang I really need a fictional man to soft dom me into taking better care of myself. I’m currently in a depressive episode that has lasted SIX days where I have not gone outside, showered, combed my hair, or brushed my teeth 😔 All I’ve done is lie in bed, spend so much money on delivery, and play games on my laptop

I hate asking ppl for help but oh to have a fictional fave give me a bath, make sure I eat healthy food three times a day, and carry me outside so I can get some sunshine 😥

(On a positive note, I’m feeling slightly better, given that I ate a gummy vitamin I have on hand and am about to force myself to finally shower)

No, it's totally fine!! I get you... Shit can get rough so fast it's not even funny 🥲 I'm glad things are getting better, hang in there!! This too shall pass... Baby steps...

Honestly, I'm the type to want softness all around when it comes to that. No tough love, please. (Which already excludes Crocodile, to my immense pain, ahaha.) Probably Sanji. But I think Zoro could be quite nice (at first), too. Gives you a lot of pep talks. Law is gentle as well, I think. He knows how to motivate, how to gently push but also to pull. But the king of soft-domming you out of your ditch is Jimbei. Firm but gentle. Pragmatic man with a lot of empathy - who knows you better than you know yourself.

[totallynots8tan]

Heroes of Olympus & related characters as things my loved ones have said

Leo: I am organized. Just in a very chaotic way.

Hazel: In a divided country be the glue

Nico: Kay, I’m going to go summon the dead

Will: ok, have fun

Magnus: Oh no! My finger fell off!”

Boob pocket

-Piper

Piper: Hazel, you can campaign for your uterus!”

Leo: Do I need to?

Nico: No

Leo: I know I don’t need to but should I?

Nico: No

Leo: I know I shouldn’t, but I’ve exercised bad judgement before

Nico: I have a dagger and I will stab you.

Percy: Haven’t you ever noticed that gummy bears like to cook burritos?

Nico: It’s better to be miserable and be right then to just be miserable

Hazel (when she lived in New Orleans): It’s a lot easier to wake up when you’re promised beignets

Leo, when Piper tried to explain what a period is: So your butt doesn’t bleed?

Piper to Annabeth: Ok, I’ll be *fruity* and you be fabulous

Frank, while playing musical chairs: Why is your seat so warm?

Leo: why is Jason’s seat so cold?!

Connor Stoll: *collapses on the floor dramatically*

Travis (referring to his ass): It’s one of my best features

Katie Gardner: well it’s better than your face

Piper to Frank: I may or may not have just flashed your street.

Leo, with zero prompting: People should make edible staples

Badass in a frilly dress

-Annabeth

Annabeth or Malcom: I used a lot of self restraint , and this is what I got ʷᵃˡᵏˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖⁱˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵒᵒᵏˢ three ᶠᵉᵉᵗ ᵗᵃˡˡ

Leo to Percy: Tell me about your bromance, dude (referring to Grover, Percy’s best friend)

Nyssa: A turkey on the side of the road just vibing (this one is hard to explain)

Kronos: I want to eat my babies

Frank: the crocodile came out of nowhere

Percy: He’s going to nap vertical. He’s a horse.

Nico: They’re soul sucking. And not in a fun way.

Hazel: We should eat salad with chopsticks (I stand by this statement btw)

Lou Ellen, referring to cats: I love ugly things

Cecil: oh, I didn’t know you were into me

Connor: Like dramatic gay bitches do

Drew, laying on Piper’s shoulder: you know, if this was (insert name of her current girlfriend), I would be laying on her boob.

“We need to make something where I never eat ice cream at night wearing a clean shirt.” — Nico (before Bianca died), age 9, after dropping chocolate ice cream on YET ANOTHER white collared shirt (am I projecting? Yes. My brother can’t keep a shirt clean for FIVE GODDAMN MINUTES)

[writefightandflightclub]

Im kinda obsessed with the idea of marc or santi having a professional soccer player boyfriend/partner. They'd be so supportive and come to all your games and help you practice. Thanks world cup for the inspiration

Omg! Thank you for sharing this headcanon with me, Anon! I am now picturing Santiago in a full soccer kit and so thank you also for that glorious mental image 🥵. God. It just works on him.

Also, I can totally see this for him and I think they would be SO perfect together! 🥹

I wrote a very quick blurb/one-shot of Santi x Masc!Soccer player!Reader below. (I hope that’s okay? I know you didn’t technically ask me to write anything but I was CONSUMED by the idea of these two and I think they might even be soulmates so there! 😝)

Please be warned it is 18+ so please do NOT read or interact with this if you are a minor.

On the defensive: Santiago “Pope” Garcia x masc!soccer player!reader

Summary: Commitment-averse Santiago Garcia never expected to fall for a soccer player. But there’s something about it that just makes sense.

Genre: it does include recurring sexual themes but it is largely fluffy.

Author’s note: Can safely say this is something that never would have occurred to me to write without your amazing idea, anon, so kudos to you! (Written very quickly so almost certainly typos and likely a bit scrappy.)

Reader: he/him pronouns used and masc word endings in Spanish. No anatomical descriptions (implied penis-owner but enough scope for interpretation and never stated explicitly), use of traditionally masc terms like boyfriend, fella, handsome etc. in ref to reader.

Warnings: flirtatious chat/innuendo, recurring mentions of oral sex, mentions of arousal etc., making out (I couldn’t help it they’re so into each other!) Established relationship. Alcohol mentions. Mentions of prior leg injury (no details).

Gif by @vera-kozhemiakina

“Whyyyy, Tío Santi?” Frankie’s little daughter mewls whilst clinging on to her favourite honorary Uncle’s leg. “Why you have to gooooo?”

Santi’s heart cleaves in two as he watches the crocodile tears bead in her big brown eyes as he prepares to depart. He smiles at the display of affection and reaches to fondly muss her hair. “Because your second favourite Uncle” -he chuckles to himself even if you’re not there to hear the dig- “has a game today, sweetie, and I need to be there.”

“Whyyy?” Her bottom lip juts out, and he can see her teetering on the edge of a tantrum; but Santi manages to bring it back.

He crouches before her, coming to eye-level, and takes her little hands firmly in his.

“Because I love him and so I want to be there to cheer him on. But,” -he gently tickles her tummy and she giggles chaotically - “we’ll both come over next weekend. Take you and Budweiser for milkshake. We got a deal, Princesita?”

Santi cracks an encouraging grin as she mulls it over, and he can see the cogs turning. Her eyes tick over to the couch where Budweiser lays - her favourite plushie, gifted by Benny - so named “because it’s Uncle Benny’s word. He says it alllllll the tiiiime.”. Frankie had been mortified at first to have his kid shouting “Budweiser!” in the park, but he had slowly caved to his girl’s insistence that since the naming ceremony was now concluded, there was nothing else for it but to get on board, stat. He had.

“Okay,” she nods suddenly, the crocodile tears drying as quickly as they had arrived. She sticks her little thumb in the air. “Deal.”

Deepening crinkles radiate from out of the corner of Santiago’s eyes, and his smile turns all gummy. “Deal.”

Immediately, she gives Tío Santi a peck right in the middle of his forehead, being very careful to avoid “alll the scratchy bits” on his face, and then within moments she is playing again, his pending absence now oh so happily forgotten.

When Santi unfurls himself from the floor a moment later, replete with some groaning and cricking knees, Frankie is approaching from across the room for a farewell hug.

“How did you manage to get something so cute from this,” Santi ribs, gesturing up and down the length of Frankie with his hand.

That earns a chuckle from the girl’s mom - Frankie’s wife, Charlotte - who is currently sat in the easy chair with her feet up. She smooths a hand over her heavily pregnant belly, and Frankie gets that melted chocolate look in his eyes again.

“She’s all her mama,” Frankie gushes, and the pair exchange a soppy smile, Charlotte’s eyes equally aglow with love.

The display would have made Santi uncomfortable at one stage. He’d typically have cracked some joke or made some comment.

Deep down, his disdain for such overt affection - he now realises- was a result of him being on the defensive. Constantly. And that, was a result of him believing that he’d never have anything even approaching that level of bliss. That he didn’t, in fact, even deserve it.

But, that was all before you.

Santi only has to think about you in this moment and his eyes mist over instantly with the glossy veneer of love. He’s head over heels for you, honestly. It had all happened so fast.

“Your beautiful fella all set for the game, Santiago?” Charlotte asks from her position on the chair as he scoops up his ball cap and keys from the coffee table.

Your team’s logo is emblazoned on the front and he’s in your home colours today. Santiago certainly doesn’t do things by halves; although, he is still in jeans, and you’ve been trying to convince him to go for the shorts and knee socks combo for a good while now.

Maybe soon he’d finally cave. He’s a soft touch for you.

Coming back to the room, Santiago feels a flurry of nerves flutter in his belly along with Charlotte’s question. “Holy...” -he mouths the word “shit” so as not to swear in front of the little one. “I’m so nervous for him. It’s the first game since the injury and Christ… he’s worked so hard.”

Santi just wants it to go well for you. Wants you to have everything you want, in fact. He’s still bemused by the fact what you want seems to be him, but he’s certainly not going to argue with that.

“Look at you,” Frankie sing-songs, patting his buddy on the shoulder, a bright smile cracking his face.

“What?” Santi responds, and old habits die hard, he guesses. He can feel tension zip through his body. He’s instantly on the defensive. He awaits teasing. Some comment about how he’s sappy or whipped or whatever. It doesn’t come.

“It’s nice,” Frankie clarifies. “It’s nice how you support each other.”

Santi feels a flush of heat rush to his cheeks then. It surprised him how much pride he takes in that. In his buddy noticing how well you two complement one another. “Yeah,” he admits, and finds it is easier than he thought it would be to do so. “Yeah. It is good. Really good.”

God knows you’d been there for him. The knee surgery. Nursing him back to health. Helping him adjust to life out of the military. You’d made it all so… easy, despite all of his well-cultivated, super gnarly defences.

Santi had never expected to fall for you quite so hard and so fast when he’d found you. But in the end, it just makes sense. It works, you and him. It fits.

Your training schedule is militaristic and disciplined with lots of early mornings - things he’s used to. The travelling too, when you’re away for games, means that Santi doesn’t feel too pinned down. Means it isn’t as much of a problem if he has to jump on a plane to do some consulting. The whole team mentality is very familiar to him as well. You’d both come as a package deal - with a ready made squad - and it had all pieced together so readily.

(That, and there’s freaking hot you look in your soccer kit. You make his goddamn creaky knees go weak. Make them shake.)

But, it’s so much more than the ease with which you fit into Santiago’s life. It’s the ease with which you fit into his heart. That had been the most astounding thing of all.

It was as though he’d been keeping a vacant part of his heart warm for you his whole life - just waiting for you to show up. You had bipassed every one of his defences. You had made a home in his chest. And the craziest thing is, he didn’t even mind.

He wanted it. He wanted you.

Carrying a happiness in his chest, Santi wishes fond farewells to the Morales-Baker household -Budweiser included- and he jumps in his truck. Then, after a short drive and with military punctuality, he arrives at the stadium. At this time, only the keenest of fans have begun filtering into the stands. Well, he guesses he’s the keenest. He doesn’t want to miss a thing when it comes to you.

He filters to his assigned seat -as close as he can get without being literally on the sidelines - he doesn’t want to intrude too much - and whips out his phone, idly thinking about you getting your kit on in the locker rooms. Pulling those socks up your calves. He enjoys the thought.

Santi always texts you. Reliably, always 30 minutes before game time. And you are always waiting for it.

“Good luck, mi amor. Remember, if you win I’ll give you the best oral of your life later.”

You type back immediately. Santi knows his window of opportunity is short; and he never misses it. “Oh damn 🤤. And if I lose?”

“Same deal.” He can’t say no to you.

“I think you got confused, hun. Then where’s the incentive? 🤨”

“Okay. If you win, I’ll do it again and again until you can’t think straight.”

“Hnnng. Oh god stop. You know how thin these shorts are. Don’t you dare get me too worked up now!” You fire through another message in quick succession. “Babe, coach wants everyone out on the pitch in 5. Not got long. You be okay in the stands? Ayo hooked you up with those seats, yeh?”

“Don’t you worry about me. Focus on the game. You’re going to be amazing. You’ve worked so hard and it’s going to pay off.”

“Hilarious. If you want me to F O C U S, honey, you really shouldn’t have mentioned that hot little mouth of yours. 😈

“Oops.”

“Well, just know if I score that I was extra motivated by the promise of that tongue. (Don’t tell the coach 🤪.)”

“Cause then everyone will want a turn?”

“Nuh UH. You’re mine. All mine. Santiago.”

There it is again. That sense of pride blooming in the pit of him because you called him yours. It makes him feel so good. “Damn right I am.”

“And baby? Thank you for being here. I love you xxx”

Santi thinks back. To how nervous you had been this morning. How he had tried to calm you with sweet kisses and a slow release, high-energy breakfast. With words of encouragement. You’d tried to play it off, but he could tell the nerves were eating you up. He types back. “I love you. Where else would I be?” It’s funny really. Hilarious. Because with anyone else, he’d always had somewhere else to be. Somewhere else to run to.

With you, he simply wanted to stay.

Another message from you pings up on the screen. “Oh wait, there’s one more thing.”

It’s a picture message and Santiago pops it out, curling his hand around the screen to obscure the positively obscene image - a down the shorts shot of you showing him just how aroused he’d got you.

Christ you look good. Sudden, throbbing warmth rushes to his crotch and the sight of you like that makes him fucking blush. No-one has ever been able to do that to him besides you, his tan cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson.

“Holy fucking Christ, cariño. What’s that for?”

“That’s your motivation 😉”

He laughs to himself in surprise. Like he needed any scrap of motivation to want you. It’s effortless. Damn - not that he’s complaining about this visual feast. Not in the slightest.

He takes a deep breath though. Gets himself under control so he’s not like acting like a fucking pervert by the time your boots hit the turf and the stands have filled up.

He distracts himself. Takes a while to pore through some dry division stats on his phone, committing them to memory. He knows just about everything there is to know by this point. All the player stats. All the transfers and deals and subs.

In truth, Santi never really was a soccer guy - he always preferred baseball - but he is most certainly a You guy. And so, it was inevitable. What matters to you, now matters to him too.

Your successes feel like his successes. Your failures are his failures.

He helps you schedule your training. Goes for a kick around with you on a Sunday morning, even though he sucks ass. He accommodates all your early starts. Doesn’t moan when you miss little things when the season is in full swing.

He admires how driven you are. How dedicated. It’s super attractive to him. And plus… on top of all that. Have you seen you in your kit on game day? Running around getting all sweaty like that. Your shirt being torn at. The way it rides up and shows your appealing stomach. The way you douse yourself in water from the sports bottle and let it cascade down your face, mouth open for it. Watching you do your stretches? Damn, your cute butt in those shorts is everything. And those fucking socks. Those godforsaken socks, which drive Santi to distraction. Especially when you wear nothing but them. Especially when you leave nothing but your socks on while he-

-Anyway. He was meant to be focussing, wasn’t he?

He realises just about in time too.

He watches you and the other players all file out, go through the ceremonial bits and pieces, and take your positions as the opposing side’s players frame the centre spot for kick-off.

He doesn’t miss a thing. He cheers you on. Commiserates when the other team gains ground. He joins in with the chanting, when it’s going well. When it isn’t he just stands there all intense, arms folded and laser focussed on everything you’ve talked him through. Form, tactics, all of it.

His heart is in his mouth as you find an opening and pace it the length of half the pitch with the ball, unchallenged. This could be it. He hides behind his hands as you lob your shot in past the defender and the goalie, and he jumps up out of his seat, throwing his arms into the air and yelling jubilantly when your shot sinks into the back of the net.

It’s a fucking friendly match. It’s not even a qualifier or anything, but Santi doesn’t care about any of that. He only cares about you.

“Did you just win $100 or something,” the woman next to Santi in the stand asks as his overblown celebration dials down.

“No,” he grins. “No - that’s my boyfriend,” he says breathlessly, bursting with pride and relief.

“The goal scorer?” she asks.

“That’s him.”

She looks over at you as you do your traditional celebratory display. She pumps her eyebrows. “Congratulations.”

Santiago can’t stop smiling.

He’s into it. He’s invested.

He feels every collision in his body. Every near miss, every chance, every tackle, every triumph. The thud of the ball could be his heartbeat, as loud as it is thudding in his chest.

He’s there for every minute of it. He’s there for you.

The 90 minutes runs their course, eventually, and your team valiantly holds the 1-0 victory right through until the final whistle. It’s a success!

You sub out for the last 10 minutes and your team holds the defensive position, just keeping the clock ticking over. He’s pleased you came off. He’d made you promise not to push your newly healed injury too hard today. To leave a little in the tank.

By the time the victory is official, Santiago is beaming with happiness. He knows you’ll be thrilled by the outcome. Knows it will be a huge relief and a huge confidence boost for you too, after everything you’ve been through these past few months.

So, by the time the game is wrapped up and Santi filters down through the tunnels and into the interior of the stadium, his heart is racing.

It’s racing from the adrenalin of the game, but also in anticipation of seeing you.

You meet him at your usual spot, in the disused locker room come equipment store. He’s somehow wangled a special pass to wait here, and it’s always deserted. He relishes these stolen post-game moments alone with you. Today especially, he’s looking forward to it.

Santi takes his hat off and ruffles his curls for good measure to tidy them up. He hoists the waist on his snug jeans up and discards his gum in the trash. Then, he waits, butterflies gently dancing in his stomach at the thought of seeing you.

As soon as he hears the door creak, the rusted up hinges signalling your arrival before he sees you, his face splits into a smile.

You smile back upon entering and it makes his heart race even faster. It’s the first time he’s seeing you since you kissed him goodbye early this morning, and it already feels far too long.

He takes you in. You’re all sweaty in your kit, damp with it everywhere, and covered in mud from slipping and sliding all over the turf. Your thighs are looking insanely hot in those shorts and socks, as per usual, all sheened from the exertion, and a pulse of arousal zips through Santi, right to his middle.

Still, what he wants most is to hold you, and the man bounds over to draws you into an enclosing hug, not even caring if his clothes get all soiled. He’s hardly precious about that - they’ll wash. “You were fucking amazing. I told you you would be!”

“I was pretty good, right? Ugh. That damn cross that hit the post though?” You’re always so hard on yourself, always pushing yourself to do more. He understands it, but Santiago just wants you to pause sometimes. To see how far you’ve come. How incredible you are.

“Cariño.” Santi intones softly, slipping his palm up to your face. Dips forward to kiss your soft lips. You hum into his kiss and it sends a shiver right down to his toes. “You were perfect.” You kiss him back, immediately attempting to deepen the kiss, but Santiago has other things on his mind. “That dipshit who dirty-tackled you in the 39th minute though? Fuckin”….” he grits his teeth and shakes his head. “I almost came down on the pitch to give him a piece of my mind.”

You laugh - a tired but bright sound. “Down boy,” you warn, kissing him again for good measure.

“How’s the quad holding up? We can get some heat packs on you if you need it?”

Santi inspects you carefully with soft, earnest eyes for any sign of harm. For any need for comfort, and his hands are ready and willing to provide it. The very same hands which he’d once thought were only good for killing, and which now he only wants to use to care for you.

He sees a red angry scrape on your knee then, and he has the overwhelming urge to bathe and dress it for you - a tender urge so intense that his fingers twitch by his sides like he’s desperate to pull the trigger on helping you.

“Mmmm. Sweetheart,” you purr, walking Santiago back until he is pressed up against the cool metal lockers, ensuring he adequately reads your intention now. “Stop worrying about me, would you, and come here. I just want to kiss you, darling.”

Santi stands there almost limp with lust and love as you move against him, dumbfounded by you. By the way your hands snake tenderly around the nape of his neck and his waist. By the way you dip forward to his mouth with a slight gasp of air as you part your lips. At the way your tender, hungry mouth moves against him, the taste and scent of exertion on you all too familiar from your long, carnal nights, endlessly exploring each other’s bodies. And, as your tongue probes his mouth in attempt to deepen the kiss, dragging deliciously along his lower lip, Santiago is gone.

An unfiltered moan spills from his lips -you drink it down- and a stone of molten desire sinks right through his middle, sending ripples thrumming out to every extremity.

He pants warm, ragged breath against your cheek. “Unnngggg. If you want me down, querido, you’re not doing a very good job of that.”

Your beautiful mouth curls into a smile, briefly, before your tongue licks into him again with quiet, steady vigour. “You’re such a horn dog.”

“For you, always.”

“Sounds like I should get you home, rightaway, huh?”

Santiago wraps his arms around your middle, his hands snaking beneath your synthetic shirt to find skin. He strokes back and forth there with his warm, broad hands, relieving a little of your tightness into the bargain. “Sure. But you certain you don’t want to go out celebrating with the guys?”

“I like the sound of your celebration a lot more.”

Santi could be selfish right now, but truly, he knows he’s a goner for you. He only wishes to make you as happy as possible tonight. Every night, actually. Hell, all of the time. “Hey. Why don’t we do both?”

“You’d do that? You don’t mind heading out for a few?”

“Of course I don’t mind,” he responds, his long-lashes eyes flitting ardently all over your face. “We’re a team, remember? Whatever you want.”

Santiago had thought he’d known what that meant for a long time. To be a part of a team. It turns out he still had a lot to learn, but he’d learned it all when he’d met you.

It feels good. Really good to be on your team.

You eye his mouth hungrily and Santiago deliberately pouts his lips, just a little, enjoying your attentions and the heat it trails down his spine - like a spoon dripping honey.

“Alright then, gorgeous. Let me go get turned around, okay? But first, just one more thing.” You kiss him again, pinning him just a little more harshly up against the lockers, delivering a deep, pleasantly wet kiss before nipping the pillow of his lower lip in between your teeth and dragging.

“Oof.”

That move gets him every time and boy do you know it.

You know everything there is to know about him, he thinks.

You know everything and remarkably, you’re still not running.

You’re still on his team.

And, after that kiss, Santiago so desperately wants to muster something dirty; but, looking at you like this, pride and love glowing in your eyes because he’s yours and you are his, he’s only got one thing. “I love you,” he pushes out, the words rising from a place deep in his gut. Full of feeling gathered on the way out.

With a soft, lilting smile you wrap his shapely jaw in one hand, grabbing him by his sandpaper chin and dragging his lips to yours all over again, this time for a far more tender kiss. “I fucking love you too, Santiago Garcia.”

Santiago feels ten feet tall.

He feels happy. Happier than he’s ever felt.

You turn from him, with a promise to be back - you’re somehow still not running - and Santiago can’t help but smile as his eyes follow you.

He can’t help but smile as he leans his head back against the lockers, the butterflies continuining to dance in the pit of his stomach. His heartbeat still quickened in his chest.

And, for the first time maybe ever… because of you, Santiago Garcia doesn’t feel like running.

With you, Santiago doesn’t feel trapped by love. Doesn’t feel scared by it. Dismissive of it. Undeserving of it.

He feels free. He feels brave. He feels worthy.

He feels sure. Now, more than ever. Indeed, he pats the ring box hidden in his jacket pocket for reassurance, and, to his satisfaction, it’s still there, ready for him to stash away in the dresser later. Until his plans for asking you to be his forever can materialise.

He’d never believed it. Never thought he could have what Frankie and Charlotte have. Never thought it would be possible for him. A family. A home. But with you? It all feels so easy.

You’d skipped past every single one of his defences, but now that he thinks about it, it just makes sense. After all, you do work offence. That is what you’re good at. Getting through.

“Unless…?” Santi calls as he watches you go, never quite able to resist your cute butt in those flimsy shorts. Never quite able to resist you.

You turn to find his lips curled into a delicious smirk, and he keeps your gaze on that hot mouth of his, his pink tongue dragging along his lower lip. “Unless what?”

“Unless you want me on my knees right here?”

He ticks up a thick eyebrow in suggestion.

You’re going to say “yes”, he’s sure of it.

To this, and to a life with him.

It just makes sense.

The two of you fit.

You lick your lips and he waits for it, but he isn’t afraid.

For once, he isn’t afraid.