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[slippinninque]

Fontaine, Seduced

(alternatively : Fontaine Tries To Be A Gentleman But You Aint Ask Him For All'Dat)

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, Minors DNI, long fic, cursing, use of the n-word, thirsty Fontaine, ramblings, slight corruption kink, praises n' begging, P-in-V, light bondage, Slips' First Smut

A/N: So sorry for the wait! Sooo, this is in answer to the anon who asked how Fontaine would be if he was trying to hide his nasty. i really hope i did you proud! I've

He...may have a problem.

There you were, the light of his life, seated on the floor and in a nest of your own making. Blankets and pillows spread with you nestled in it's center. A skein of yarn to your left as whatever it was you were creating grew in your lap with snacks to your right.

Absolutely adorable while you watched an old western with him. Fontaine knew you were warm and soft as a cake from your shower and shea butter, he could smell your hot chocolate with every sip you took.

Your furry socked feet rubbed together in your contentedness and every so often, you'd lean back on Fontaine's legs to look up at him until he leaned down to kiss you.

He wanted to see you cry.

It was terrible, he was terrible. You've been nothing but good to him and here he was wanting to see those pretty eyes rolling. It was a problem, he knew it.

Still...

He wanted to bend and twist you, he wanted to hear how close he could get you to screaming. Fontaine wanted to bite from your neck to your ankles, he wanted to ruin your sheets. He wanted to ruin the back seats in his ride, take you on a walk and lay you down beneath the moon and hear you call for him.

Fontaine knew how pretty you'd be taking his dick down your throat and he wanted to see it first hand.

But....it was you.

He could imagine wrapping a hand around those pretty locs and tugging them down to swallow his dick, but he wasn't sure if he could bring himself to do it.

Because it was you.

What if he hurt you? What if he did something you didn't like and you didn't tell him?

What if he scared you?

The idea alone distressed him.

He wouldn't risk it. Fontaine wouldn't risk anything when it came to you.

"Tea time? I think its tea time."

Your words drew him from his thoughts, movie long forgotten as he watched you stretch. You rolled partly onto your side, humming and unaware of the chaos you were causing as your cami rode high and your nipples pebbled beneath the fabric.

"You want some tea?"

You were laid out into your back now, lost in a other stretch and Fontaine took a breath and nodded.

He was fine.

It was fine.

:::

It was not fine.

"I know it's a lot, but I made a promise." You sighed, looking over your shoulder and into the full length mirror in the back of the bedroom door. Fontaine sat only a few feet away, the polishing his sneaker in the same damn spot.

The promise was modeling a line of beautifully crafted crystal-bikini sets. Your locs were piled up carelessly as you struggled to clasp the top piece.

Fontaine has never seen anything like it, but you often ran with an artsy crowd. You often brought home strange and beautiful things to either model, store, or complete.

He really he hoped that you get to keep this one.

"You good, baby, you good. Tell what's it made of." Fontaine cleared his throat and stood, coming up behind you to take over.

"Fluorite and clear-quartz, you can see the lil' silver bells, right?" she said. "It reminds me of those flapper girls! But without the, uh, middle part, y'know? Look!"

You took a step back and twisted your hips with a soft, "Swish, swish!"

Fontaine whistled lowly. All he saw pretty titties and tasty thighs. When you turned and bent over a bit, wagging your bottom at him, he moved before thinking.

He cracked you right across the ass.

You squealed, putting your hands on your cheeks and looking at him with wide eyes.

"Ooh, shit, my bad baby!"

Fontaine's heart fell into the floorboards, regardless of giggle fit you were in. He pulled you close with one arm, pressing apologetic kisses to the top of your head while his free hand rubbed your cheeks.

What the fuck was he thinking? Okay, he's gave you a little pop every now and again but that--that was out of line.

'You fuckin' up, nigga.'

"It's okay, it's okay. Really, it was really the sound that surprised me--okay?"

Fontaine looked you in the eye, saw your glimmering eyes and the giddy smile. He kissed your cheeks, wanting to feel your blushing face.

Then he nodded.

You kissed him on the lips, then had the nerve to bat your eyes at him.

"Y'know...I do get to keep this."

:::

"--od, Big Dawg?"

Fontaine's head snapped up and saw that Big Moss was trying to pass him a blunt. He shook his head at himself, taking the blunt and then taking a pull.

Big Moss shook his head as well, "C'mon, tell me what's up."

"I'm good, 'Moss. Jus' got a lot on my mind."

"Is it about your lil' shawty or somthin'?"

He grunted. Feeling his stare, Fontaine turned to face Big Moss who's expression was expectant.

"Well? Tell ya mans what's goin' on!" On went the fan and Fontaine knew it wasn't going to be let go.

He took another hit and passed the blunt back, "She's a good girl. Ain't like the others I had, I ain't gotta tell you that. Can't treat her like normal."

"Can't treat her... normal?"

"Can't treat her normal, y'know wha' I'm sayin'?"

A beat of silence. Then Big Moss' eyes widened in understanding,

"Oh! can't trea--yeah, a'ight, I see, I see."

Fontaine sighed and told Big Moss about losing himself when you were trying on the bikini-set, how bad he felt.

"Did she feel bad?"

"What?"

"I know you heard me, nigga. Like, did she cry or cuss yo' ass out? Get up and leave? anythin'?"

Fontaine didn't have to think hard to recall your smile, the breathy way you laughed, "...No. She wasn't mad. I was the one most fucked up by it."

Smacking his lips, the Big Moss put a hand on Fontaine's shoulder,

"Lemme tell you somethin', this yo' first Good Girl--ain't it? I'll tell you somethin' about 'em. The sweetest little faces be hiding the nastiest shit, cuz."

Fontaine scoffed, unbelieving. He recalled your inexperience at the beginning of your relationship. You were nervous but you did make up for it in unlimited enthusiasm...

"Hmn."

Big Moss continued, "I'm telling you, man! She's probably shy 'bout some shit and just need a lil encouragement from her man. Trust me on this, Big Dawg. I've seen how ya'll are--"

His free hand went up innocently at the look Fontaine gave him,

"All I'm sayin' is that ya'll rock with each other. Work with her, man. It'll all be cool in the end, ya dig me? Whatch it be something small, I'm tellin' you!"

Fontaine thought about it.

Then he nodded. Big Moss nodded back, handing over the blunt and not bothering to hide his grin.

:::

Fontaine had a plan.

He was thinking about it every since he left Big Moss, their talk still echoing through his head.

'Take it slow if you that worried, Big Dawg.'

'Moss was right. Fontaine took it slow made sure to be careful when dealing with you, and it's gotten him nothing but sweetness and warmth back.

He went to your place without even thinking and you welcomed him in with an excited smile. That smile grew nearly manic when you saw the take out in hands.

He took in your plushy romper and slippers as he followed you into the den. That winter weight that you've been commenting about was nothing but God and Fontaine knew to be grateful.

"Damn girl, whatchu been up too?" He rose a brow at the whirlwind of yarn and notebooks.

"Ah, just trying to keep hands busy!" you said with an embarrassed little laugh. You hurried to make space for him on the couch, moving your next to the floor after tossing down a few blankets.

You went onto your hands and knees, spreading out all the corners and pulling a few seating cushions closer. Fontaine followed the lines of you, right to the lil' bit of booty that was peeking out.

"You gonna be sittin' away from me?" Fontaine mumbled, eyes stuck to your ass.

"I'll come closer." You promised with a coy smile, then told him to get comfortable. You asked if he needed anything as you both settled down.

Fontaine nearly purred at your care of him, reminded of how good he had it with you.

He just had to go slow. Get used to checking himself, making sure he wasn't doing too much. Fontaine would contain himself.

A soft touch brought him outside of his head.

"Whatchu doin' down there, pretty?"

Your hands slid up his jean clad thighs and aimed those bright eyes at him. You still laid your cheek on his knee, still rubbing as you blink slowly at him without saying a word.

Fontaine's tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. He wasn't prepared for this. All he could do was nod and you gave him a candied smile as you pulled down his zipper. He groaned inwardly, bracing himself as the lust for nearly boiled over.

He was trying to be a good.

Your soft hands found his dick already half hard. Fontaine shifted to make more room for you, utterly enthralled by the way you licked your lips and wriggled closer.

A few pumps were all he needed and without preamble, you slipped his dick right to the back of your throat.

His ears rang and he finally released the remote he's been clutching, arms going out to span the back of the couch. What the fuck was this?

Your head went in small bobs, never letting the head of Fontaine's dick from the back of your throat. Your tongue was wet and wonderful. Nearly serpentine as you jerked the base of him, pulling back and giving his tip saccharine kisses.

He breathed heavily, hips jerking only once before he remembered himself. You hummed disappointedly and pulled back, looking at him with a small frown

" 'Taine, you need to relax." You still stroked his length, "Are you not into oral, we don't have too--

"Naw, that ain't it," Fontaine interjected quickly,

You rewarded him with another wet kiss to his tip, "Then why aren't you putting this where it belongs?"

He blinked as your words rang through his ears, the sweetest faces...

"You always go stiff as a board when I'm down here, never let me stay as long as I want." you sniffed and rubbed your lips against his dick.

His voice was faint, "I ain't want you to think you had to."

"I'd love to, Fontaine, that's the thing. More than often, preferably." You sighed, "I love that you're careful with me, but have you ever...wanted to...not be?"

Fontaine's hands balled where they were still up on the back of the couch.

You made the face when you were going to be really patient with him about something. Your gave his dick another kiss, soft as silk.

"Would you still be into me if I wasn't acting sweet all the time?"

He never understood whiplash until this very moment, but Fontaine focused when he saw the furrow in your brow.

"I don't care how you act, you're gonna still be mine at the end of the day." Fontaine was certain there was nothing that you could go through that he wouldn't be there to stand with you.

"Exactly. You ain't gotta be on your best behavior. You have me and all I want is you. How ever you are. I'm yours."

You laid it out so easy for him, the right words strung together to settle perfectly in his mind. Your words, your words...

Fontaine sat up, his focus zeroing in on you. Your back straightened as you continued.

"So what if I want to act...like-um..."

He sat up, "What? You wanna act up, pretty girl?"

The way you rubbed your thighs together in anticipation ignited him. You were a delicious little morsel on your knees trying to ask if you could swallow his dick again.

The sweetest fuckin' faces...

Fontaine reached out and cupped your cheek, his thumb running across your lips. Your brown eyes were nearly black with a craving similar to Fontaine's.

He gently wagged your face, "Tell me what you want, baby."

"Everything."

He chuckled lowly at your whining and leaned in close enough to brush your noses together.

"You know what you askin' me?"

"You said you'd give me anything I need, didn't you? I need you, Fontaine."

Your voice carried off into a gasp, Fontaine had reached behind you and gathered your locs up into a gentle hold before tugging. With your head drawn back, Fontaine had the pleasure of seeing your pink tongue sweeping across your lips.

"You look hungry, pretty girl."

Your answer was a breathy little moan. Fontaine groaned as he leaned in to claim your lips, his reason slipping into the back seat of his mind.

:::

Arms tied behind your back, you could only rock and whine in Fontaine's lap as he pinched and plucked your tender nipples. One hand pulling the satin scarf that he used to bind your hands. It kept you taut and nearly immobile, enough for him to move you as he pleased.

And move you he did. Sometimes releasing your hands to grip at your waist, leaning up to kiss you or lying back and watching you.

The most nasty things flowed from his delectable lips and he definitely wasn't shy about giving your ass a few swats now.

Fontaine has been wringing orgasms out of you like honey from it's comb. The longer it went on, the more it felt like you were being devoured.

On your knees, away from the couch and up against the wall, folded up in recliner, now back on the couch.

Fontaine has never treated you this way. It was sublime. Gone was his careful touches and tender passion. Fontaine fucked you with a single minded determination, content to relish your ecstasy.

"This is what you wanted, pretty thing? Am I givin' you what you need now?"

You nodded, exhaling sharply as he ground into your sweet spot. Tears sprang to the corner of your eyes at the sweet-hurt of being overwhelmed. You needed more to fall over the line, but you didn't want it to end.

You made desperate noises as he backed off enough to leave you on the edge, "Ye-Yes! Yes, 'Taine-- please, please--!"

He kneaded your ass, rough as he moved you on his dick. The pressure had you releasing a sound you didn't know you could make.

Fontaine's echoing moan shadowed a grin, "That's it, tell me who I am. Tell me who's this pussy's for."

"Yo-You, Fontaine, you..." You babbled, "It's yours, it's yours!"

"And it feels good?"

"Mmn, yesss..."

"Is it too much?"

You shook your head. Fontaine's brow lifted and pace sharpened, ripping a keening gasp from you.

He purred as your eyes rolled back and sat up to meet you chest to chest, using one of his hands to squish your cheeks together.

"Use your words, beautiful. Is. It. Too much?" He husked against your lips, pace frustratingly slowing once again.

Your answer was to bite his bottom lip with the best growl you could muster.

Fontaine muttered something you couldn't hear and then he was leaning back, putting his hands on your thighs and driving up into you in earnest.

It felt like running through fire, seeing ever color at once, knowing the name of every star. All through it, Fontaine continued muttering to himself, no longer concerned with holding you steady.

"Mnh, look at that face. Finally gettin' what you wanted. Acting like like I ain't gonna give you what you ask for--that you can't tell me?"

"It wasn't like that." You whimpered at his hands on you again, reaching down to spread you around him. You gasped and lost balance swaying forward to press your forehead into his shoulder. When Fontaine slowed his pace again, you distantly hoped you'd be awake if he ever decided to cum.

"Don't worry," Fontaine's voice was gravel, "Imma teach you good. We'll find out how much you can take, hm? Together."

You were trembling and your brain was probably slush by now, but you've seen the appeal of being greedy.

Fontaine could still give you more, you still wanted more. Together, you could tear down the fences that kept you from each other's pleasure.

You leaned back enough to mash your lips to his, drinking down his pleased moan.

You didn't care how long it took, you wanted this man to tear you apart and piece you back together.

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PHEW

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[gamergirl929]

No Matter How Far You Run (I'll Always Be Right Behind You) (Alex Morgan x Reader)

You were always told that your wedding day was supposed to be a momentous, and joyful occassion, if that were true, why were you feeling the way you were feeling? Why did you feel like you would never be good enough for Alex Morgan?

You’d gotten into the room over an hour ago, and for nearly the entirety of that hour, you’d been pacing, your palms sweaty and your heart racing, the bow tie around your neck growing tighter and tighter.  

“What about the flowers Em, did we get the right flowers???” You ask, your heart nearly beating out of your chest.  

“We got the right flowers Y/N, I promise.”  

“And the cake?” You ask, screeching to a halt, your hands running down your face. “What about the cake Em?” 

“We got the right cake, Y/N, you gotta calm down, okay?” Emily says, her own hands beginning to shake, your anxiety transferring to her in some form of mass hysteria.  

“What if I screw up my vows?” You ask, giving Emily no time to answer before you’re asking another question.  

“What if Alex decides I’m not worth it?” You gulp, your pacing increasing in speed.  

You continue to mutter unintelligibly under your breath words that Emily can’t quite make out, your anxiety only increasing her own.  

The door slowly creaks open, Kelley O’Hara poking her head through the crack.  

“Has she calmed down yet?” She asks, her brown orbs widening when she realizes Emily is nearly shaking just as much as you are.  

“I’ll take that as a no.” She says, slipping through the crack, the door clicking shut behind her.  

“Y/N, tell me what you’re thinking...” Kelley whispers gently, giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze. 

You sigh deeply, running your fingers through your hair, your mouth opening and closing as you search for words to describe the emotions you’re feeling.  

“She’s too good for me Kel.” You whisper, the shorter woman shaking her head as you turn to her, tears in your eyes.  

“You’re perfect for one another.” She whispers, tucking a loose strand of hair dangling in your face behind your ear.  

You shake your head, sniffling.  

“What if she regrets marrying me?” You mumble, your words so soft Kelley has to lean in to hear them.  

“She would never regret marrying you.” She smiles softly, her hands settling on your shoulders before she gives them a squeeze.  

You swallow hard, your Y/E/C orbs darting around Kelley’s face considering you’re unable to look her in the eye.  

You shake your head, your mouth opening and closing as you try to find your words the sound of Emily’s chair scooting across the floor making you stiffen.  

“She loves you Y/N.” Emily whispers as she places a comforting hand on your tuxedo covered back.  

“It’ll all be okay, alright?” Kelley whispers, cupping your cheek with one hand, running her thumb along your cheek in comfort.  

You nod, taking a deep breath as you try to calm yourself down, but it’s to no avail your inner turmoil again rearing its ugly head.  

Kelley and Emily’s shoulders sag, the pair feeling ease, despite the fact that you were beginning to tremble again.  

The room, though large enough to comfortably house a group of people feels claustrophobic, the room closing in on you as your heart again begins to race.  

“I can’t do this.” You mutter, causing both Emily and Kelley to jump as you turn on your heels and sprint out of the room, dashing in a random direction, putting as much distance between the pair as you possibly can.  

************************************************************************

You weren’t at all sure where you ended up in the venue, your sense of location completely off as you sprinted in random directions until you found a random room to camp out in.  

You cover your face with your trembling hands; your entire body beginning to shake. 

You knew you shouldn’t feel this way, you knew that this was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, but still, you couldn’t escape your own head, one thought followed by another, then another, each thought worse than the last.  

A part of you wanted to remain hidden, to curl up on the other side of the door until the wedding was over, but you knew you couldn’t do that, not to her. 

No matter how much you thought she deserved better, you couldn't break her heart like that. Despite that thought, you remain still, unable to force yourself to your feet.  

You go ridged at the sound of approaching heels, your chest tightening as you hold your breath, hoping that whoever it was would pass by, unaware of your presence.  

Unfortunately for you, the clicking heels stop just behind the door you’re currently leaning against.  

“Y/N?” You hear Alex’s soft whisper, and your eyes widen, the door slowly creaking open.  

“W-Wait, we’re not supposed to see each other.” You stammer, the woman on the other side of the door chuckling.  

“You’re more important than a silly tradition right now.”  

You shake your head, grabbing the edge of the door, holding it closed.  

“I know how important it is to you Alex.” You mutter, your throat bobbing.  

Alex falls silent before the door creaks open a bit wider, her hand slipping between the crack, her palm facing upwards, her fingers wiggling in a silent invitation.  

You take her hand with no sense of hesitation, the tightness in your chest ebbing away slightly.  

The two of you sit in silence, Alex’ fingers delicately playing with your own, the rapid racing of your heart decreasing with each passing second.  

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong? Emily and Kelley said you might be having second thoughts...?” She asks and you take a breath, your throat bobbing as your hands grow clammy.  

You remain silent for a beat, the woman on the opposite side of the door squeezing your hand.  

“Do you...” You stiffen at the sound of the crack in Alex’s voice as she speaks words you know she wished she never would have to speak.  

“Do you not want to get married?” She asks, her voice quivering, your heart sinking in your chest at the soft utterance.  

You remain silent, your mouth opening and closing as you try to put your feelings into words.  

“Alex, there’s nothing I want more than to marry you, but...” You close your eyes, your breath catching in your throat. 

“What if you regret it?” You whisper, the woman on the other side of the door remaining silent as you put your thoughts into words.  

“I’m just going to screw it up, I’ve already screwed it up by running away and hiding like a coward.” You say, knocking your head against the wooden door behind you.  

“I’m not good enough for you, you deserve so much better, you deserve someone who isn’t going to run and hide on what’s supposed to be the best day of your life, and that’s not me.”  

Your heart clenches in your chest when Alex’s hand leaves your own, a lump forming in your throat.  

“Close your eyes.” She whispers, your brows furrowing as your eyes flutter shut.  

The door creaks open softly, your breath hitching as Alex’s hands settle on your chest before finding your shoulders, leading you to believe that she too has her eyes shut, following the tradition she holds dear.  

“You’re more than good enough for me.” She whispers, her fingers tangling in the fine hairs at the base of your neck.  

Her forehead rests gently against yours, her lips ghosting your own as she whispers.  

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted. I couldn’t and never would regret marrying you.” She says, bumping the tip of her nose against yours.  

“You didn’t screw anything up, and no matter how many times you run away, I’ll always be right behind you, because I love you, Y/N, and you’re worth chasing after.” She whispers, a tear streaming down your cheek, one that Alex quickly swipes away with the tip of her thumb.  

You sniffle, covering her hands with your own as you kiss her lips softly, her manicured nails scrapping the nape of your neck gently.  

Reluctantly you part, neither going far as your noses brush, a small smile stretching across your face.  

“So, should we go get married now?” You whisper a grin stretching across your face as the woman giggles, pecking your lips.  

“I think we should... As long as you still want to...?” She whispers and you smile, leaning your head back to kiss the tip of her nose.  

“There’s nothing I’d want more.”  

[whathappeninglestappen]

I have a question. When the drivers do the fan stages before a race, F1 usually has two teams go at the same time (for example, I’ve seen Alpine and Ferrari go together before). Why don’t Ferrari and Red Bull ever go together?

Can you imagine Charles and Max on the stage together. Laughing when asked silly questions or blushing when they look at each other.

Lestappen interacting during a fan stage would be simply lovely. 😊

[spacerebelsunny]

I have like, a genuine question for everyone. Does this sound like a good villain line?

"If the fall doesn't kill you. The impact will."

*He says as he pushes you off.*

[onsomenewsht]

now playing: Too Well

< track 5 || track 7 >

》 Alexia Putellas x Reader, Barcelona Femeni x Reader, Arsenal Women x Reader

》 words count: ~5k

》 you weren't there in my dreams, I could finally sleep / I felt good, but it sucks, I don't hate you as much

You hear the whistle before you feel the pain in your lower back.

It’s been going on like this since the very start of the game, your former teammates are on you like it’s personal, not giving you space to move or time to play.

But you know them, you played with them. It’s not personal.

At least you hope so.

You’re pretty sure they’re playing this rough because they’re scared of you. Of the way you’re keeping up with them, of the way you’re not going down easily.

It’s exciting, it’s exactly what you wanted.

This one foul feels a little bit unnecessary though.

It’s a tactical foul, you manage to find a weak spot on the side of Barcelona’s midfield and you go for it even if the ball sent to you is a bit too fast. Mapi’s body crushes into yours firmly, not enough to cause any real harm but definitely strong enough to hint you to take a breath on the ground.

“Perdón, tenía que hacerlo” (Sorry, I had to), a tattooed hand comes into your vision and the second thing you spot is the smirk on the defender’s face.

You accept her help, smirking too.

“You didn’t have to, that ball was way too long”

“Oye, sabes que no es por eso” (Yeah, you know it wasn’t about the game), María’s grin turns into a sincere smile as she moves back into her position, adding “Estamos a mano ahora” (We can call it even now).

The referee is making sure everything is settled, trying to keep control of the players, but you dismiss her and let Katie take the ball for a kick into the Barça’s box.

It’s an exciting game, it’s good football. That’s what you wanted for your first game back in Barcelona, your first game at Camp Nou as a rival. The crowd is wild and the atmosphere is all you could wish for from a Champions League match as important as the first leg of a quarter-final.

“You good?”, Leah asks while joining the fun into the box.

You are all waiting for Katie to stop discussing whatever she’s discussing with the referee just to give your teammates time to find their positions.

“Get that ball in and I’ll be amazing”

Arsenal does not manage to get the ball into the back of the net and you still have ten minutes before halftime to level the score.

It’s not fair game on paper, the odds are against you and some headlines must already be written. Barcelona’s movements on the pitch are faster and cleaner, sometimes the crowd is so loud you can’t even hear your own thoughts. They scored five minutes into and they’ve been setting the pace since.

But you’re standing up to the current Champions League’s winner.

Arsenal’s defence line is keeping up, the ball is rolling and you’re finding your forwards. You can score, you just have to play the right pass for your teammates.

On the other hand, Keira is personally marking you and another Barca’s player is always around to intercept your pass and prevent your movement. It’s frustrating, they know how you like to play, but it’s also flattering.

They have a mark on you, you just need to remember it’s acknowledgement you can cause trouble and not spite.

~

A couple of players booked for both sides is how the game gets into halftime.

You take your time to reach the tunnel, speaking animatedly with Victoria and Lia, gesturing around with your hands to explain some other tactics you can try. The atmosphere is unreal, you can’t deny all the overwhelming emotions of being back.

The fact you don’t want to risk ending up in Alexia’s line of sight has nothing to do with it.

Leah really jinxed it back then, the Champions League’s draw put your new club against your former one sooner than what you hoped for. However, you got here, you’re once again among the best in the game and it’s all you wanted.

Having to play against your ex girlfriend is just a small detail.

You’re still following her, you’re still updated about her life – her professional one, obviously. If you find yourself watching her game’s highlights or listening to her interviews, you tell yourself it’s just what you do to study your competition.

The truth is you want to make sure she’s doing good. On the pitch at least.

Alexia’s knee is bothering her again and you were so close to calling her when you read about her having to do checkups and potentially miss some important games. Like this one. No one has to know you texted Ingrid instead, just to make sure it’s not actually worse than the media is making it to be.

“Head in the game, trotter”

The Gunners have gathered around in the locker room, waiting for your captains to deliver some motivational speech to get back out there with a renewed spirit.

“Why are you all looking at me?”

“Give some shit, you idiot!”, Katie is upset and already carded, she better finds some inner peace before the second half.

“Kim, you amazing captain, say something”

“She’s right, you have the insight”

The Scottish skipper is looking at you with a calm smile and your manager is trusting her captains enough to let them deal with this by themself. The entire staff is looking at you like you have the answers to all the universe’s most important questions.

“I already spilled everything, you know I want to win this as much as every one of you”

“That was theoretical, now you had time on the pitch with them as a rival”

You had to think for a moment, taking your time to fix your socks and lacing your boots three times. Stupid superstitions you don’t believe in, but you are not going to risk it today of all days. The team needs to calm their running minds and you need to gather your thoughts.

When it seems like you have nothing worth saying, you take their faces in. You want to win as much as they want to, that’s true, but you also have a lot more to prove.

“They’re frustrated”

“They’re just pissed you broke up with the Catalan divinity”, a quip that worthed Katie a punch from Alessia.

“First of all, she’s la Reina”

Some of the girls laugh, others are just glad you can joke about it, but they’re all waiting for your useful words. There’s a game to win.

“They didn’t expect us to keep up with them, they thought more goals could have easily followed the first one. They’re keeping a high pace waiting for us to trudge backwards, and that’s not what we’re going to do”

“No way, Sherlock!”

Now it’s Caitlin who smacks the Irish’ head, she’s having it worse than you.

“We keep doing what we’re doing”, Kim steps in.

The preparation for this game was intense, the Arsenal team studied Barça for weeks and you know what to expect from them – thanks to your insight, but also thanks to the amount of effort the entire staff and team put into the training sessions.

“I know them, I’m gonna keep annoying the shit out of them and get us some good opportunities”

“You want to play bait?”, Leah is sceptical about your plan.

“Yes”

“No”

“Can work, they have reasons to want to foul her a bit more”, you’re not sure which side Laia’s on.

“Putting her in unnecessary danger, what a great idea to add a name to our injury report!”

“Let’s do it”, your manager interrupts the banter, looking at his watch, “Pass the ball to her whenever she’s free and let her go for the runs when she can”

You know the Barça’s girls, you know how they like to play.

That’s how you find a line of pass for your teammates, or you manage to slip around the Blaugrana’s kits, or even attempt a shot from just outside the box. You can tell they’re annoyed. And you know you can use their annoyance and arrogance against them.

“Let’s put a mark on her”, Leah definitely doesn’t like your plan.

“She already has, let turn it to our advantage”

“I’m here and I’m fine with it”

~

The second half starts and it gets more physical rather quickly, with both sides looking for a goal. Your teammates move better on the field when the opponents are busy double marking you or making sure you can’t keep or pass the ball.

You take the pressure well, hit after hit.

Until warm-up players distract you, Alexia is running on the sideline and you don’t see Ona’s tackle coming.

It’s a clean tackle, perfectly timed, but you missed a bit. You should have jumped her over or moved your foot away. Instead, your boot is planted on the side of the ball and you crush on the defender’s body before hitting the ground. Hard.

You don’t even hear the whistle this time.

“¡Ay! You okay?”

“Stay away!”

“Leah, calm down”, Alessia has to drag the blonde away from the little circle formed around you.

Your body is curled up on one side, face hidden behind your arms. You can feel the fresh grass of the pitch tickling your neck and the rushed movements close to you.

It takes you a couple of moments to understand the medical team is trying to get your attention, testing you worried about a concussion. Apparently, you hit your head falling down. Once asserted, and once assured both Ona and your teammates you’re fine, you are escorted to the sideline while the game resumes.

Alexia’s eyes are on you.

You always had a feeling of her presence and you were always able to find her wherever she was around you. It doesn’t matter the place, it doesn't matter how many people crowded it. If she had her eyes on you, you knew.

You smile at the realisation you can still sense it.

“How do you feel?”, the medic asks you.

“Like I just hit my head”

“Funny as always”

“Are you being sarcastic, Alice?”

“Glad you didn’t hit it hard enough to get some wisdom”, the woman is not amused by your attempt to dismiss the situation.

They’re holding you up and you’re quite happy they don’t let go when you ask, your legs failing to support you like they are supposed to.

Immediately looking back toward the pitch, you assert the situation. Barça is taking the most of the extra player, pressing higher and controlling the midfield easily. You can’t put your team at a disadvantage, not by wasting time on the side but not by coming back into the game with unsteady legs either.

You gave it all.

“Ask for a sub, Ali, please”

“You okay?”

“Yeah”

It’s ironic how both teams opt to make substitutions at the same time, it’s ironic how Alexia enters on the pitch as you make your exit from the other side.

The Culés crowd is screaming and applauding for their captain, but you like to hope they are also cheering for you as you walk your way towards the bench.

You sit impatiently, getting up every couple of minutes to shout directions to your teammates and to encourage them. Even after Aitana splits around your defence and plays an incredible ball that just needs to be chipped into the net.

~

The final whistle is both a blessing and a curse.

You join the circle of white kits gathered in the middle of the pitch, exchanging congratulations or supporting pats for every player you meet on your way there. You don’t really listen to your manager’s or Kim’s speeches, always blacking out every rational thought after a match despite the result.

The group disbands soon, tomorrow you will study every single moment of this game to better prepare for the second leg. It’s not done, but it’s over for now.

You encourage some of the younger girls to enjoy the atmosphere in the stadium, not everyone has the opportunity to play in such places and they should take the most in. There are fans to thank for their support too, never stopped cheering for you all.

“¿A dónde crees que vas?” (Where are you going?)

Mapi jumps on your back like you haven’t left the pitch on trampling legs just twenty minutes before.

“Let me lick my wounds in peace, Marìa”, no real spite in your words.

“Lo mereces, nena” (You deserved it)

“I wasn’t hoping for a welcoming party, but you all sure made the statement clear”

“Estás bien, ¿verdad?” (You’re good, right?)

“I’ll survive”

“You better, there’s still the return”, Ingrid must sense her girlfriend is about to say something stupid as she greets you in a warm hug.

The two of them are the only ones of your former teammates you met in person since your transfer, besides Keira who you cross paths with thanks to your mutual blonde friend. You’re glad they can act as a buffer as you find yourself back here.

Said English girls join the little group, animatedly discussing as Leah’s frown gets deeper. You know she’s upset about the result, but this something else entirely.

“Why is her face like that?”, you ask.

“She wants to swipe with the traitor and not with her best-est friend!”

“¡Vale, I was about to ask my favourite teammate ever!”

Keira and you make an all scene exchanging your tops but you cover yourself with an Arsenal warming vest, not really ready to wear the Blaugrana colours again. The Alexia’s one you sometimes happen to fall asleep wearing is another thing entirely, you’re not going to unpack that right here and right now.

Leah’s pissed look and Mapi’s glare about your antics are a good distraction.

Ona reaches out to you to apologise again, but you are quick to pull her in a friendly hug and reassure her that her tackle was clean – contrary to another defender, you joke.

“¡Muy bien, nena, tú lo pediste!” (Fine, you asked for it!), the Spaniard grabs your arm and literally drags you toward the family and friends section of the stadium.

You’re pretty sure you’re about to have a stroke when you realise her intention.

You meet a few of your former teammates on your way to the stands. You accept Irene’s embrace happily, also glad to delay the time of your execution. Jana’ and Claudia’ are a little shorter than what you wished for. Their smiles are sincere and their nice words are honest, you understand and you know it’s even more than what you deserve.

“¿Pensabas de irte sin saludar?” (You thought you could leave without saying goodbye?), Eli doesn’t give you time to answer as she welcomes you in her open arms, holding so tightly you have to hold back tears.

You don’t let her go and she understands you need a moment to compose yourself, hidden in her embrace, and she lets you be. The woman’s the closest to a mother figure for you during your time in Spain, mothers know better.

“You look awful”

“You always were the better looking one, Alba”, you quip back as you let the younger girl join the hug.

“¿Estás bien, mija?” (How are you?)

“Como alguien que perdìo un partido de Champions League, señora S” (As someone who has just lost a Champions League’s game)

“¡Ay! Aún tan formal” (Still with the title)

Alexia’s family welcomed you as a born and raised member of their clan, always trying to make your homesickness less difficult and succeeding at making you feel loved. Yet, you insisted on calling her mother with all the formalities, first out of respect and then just as a running joke between the two of you.

“We’re going out to eat something, you’re coming”

“Nope”, you can’t think of anything worse than sitting and trying to have fun with your ex girlfriend’s little sister and some of your closest friends – who also happen to be your ex’s best friends, your former teammates and the ones that just beat your club and your ass.

“Keira already spilled you guys are free tonight”

Damn Keira.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea”

“Te extrañamos, nena” (We missed you)

You missed them too, truly.

Nevertheless, you have to process all your feelings about being here, being back in Barcelona.

The familiar road to the stadium somehow looked like taking you to a completely different destination. The hectic tunnel somehow crushing on you, the exciting atmosphere somehow making you sick. The Culés crowd is a completely different experience when they’re not cheering for you.

“I just want to sulk in a bit by myself”

Marìa knows you, she doesn’t press on the matter even if you can tell she wants nothing more than to spend more time with you and your friends. Her arm around your shoulder is comforting as you say your goodbyes to Eli and Alba, promising them not to disappear again.

You’re keeping your promise this time.

“¿Estás segura?” (Are you sure?)

You two finally reach a more private part of the tunnel’s exit, stepping a couple of times on the way there to wave at the fans. At least they don’t seem to hate you.

The hug you envelop each other in is the longest and most comforting one you ever exchanged, holding more than what words can tell and actions can convey. You let Mapi go just after spotting a blonde head waiting for you around the corner.

“Yeah, I’m gonna crush your dreams next time we see each other”

“¡Vale, pero mándame un mensaje antes!” (Yeah, but you better text before then)

The defender takes the opposite direction as Leah drops her arms around your shoulders from behind, effectively dragging you into the locker room.

“You good?”

“If someone else asks me again I’m gonna scream till you have to call the Neuro on me”

“Perfect, you can shower then, you stink”

The girls aren’t as loud as they usually are as you just lost a pretty important game and some are gonna sleep really bad thinking about missed opportunities or defence mistakes. You, first of all, know you’re not gonna sleep at all tonight.

When you’re ready to go, you leave the stadium for the parking lot.

“Are you going back to the hotel?”

Leah is probably hoping you decide to join her, Lia and a couple of the girls at the eating place Mapi mentioned before. You honestly would love to spend a quiet night out with your friends, both from your past and present, but you’re pretty sure Alexia’s gonna be there.

She managed to avoid you until now, you don’t want to ruin her night.

“There’s a place I want to go to”

~

Half an hour drive away from Camp Nou there’s a little secluded beach, rocky shore all the way down to the sea and just a couple of metres of sand in between.

Alexia insisted on bringing you there one day, unprompted and without a real reason to make such a trip in the middle of the week. The location is far away from any tourist spots but close enough to be a place to go when you need to think, surrendered by everything and nothing at the same time.

The Catalan ended up there the first time when she was barely old enough to drive herself around, coming back any time she needed to silence her mind and allowing herself to focus only on the unbothered nature.

You two used to go there together to just exist in the same place at the same time without needing anything else.

However, you got the habit of going there by yourself when you felt overwhelmed and in your last months in Barcelona you feel like you spent more time looking at the sea from that particular spot than in your own home.

The taxi’s drive there is quiet in the most awkward way possible, the old man asking way too many questions for your liking, but when you feel steps approaching you have no doubt who is joining you.

“I can leave, it’s your spot after all”, you gave yourself permission to come also secretly hoping to find her here.

“Tenía una sensación” (No need, I had a feeling)

When she refuses to join the little night out, much to her teammates’ disappointment, the English girls are way too fast to assure her you declined the invite and Mapi even encourages her with a silent but meaningful nod.

She drops on the ground keeping some needed distance from you, crossing her legs and holding herself on the sweater she’s wearing.

“I thought you were ignoring me”

“Ajá, intenté pero mamá me regañó” (Yeah, I was but mom scolded me)

You finally really look at her for the first time in nine months, allowing yourself to take in every single detail you memorised that last day to make sure her eyes still brighten the same way and the creases around her mouth still move in the same spots.

How can she be the same person and a completely different one at the same time?

The older girl is not looking at you, her gaze fixed on the landscape as she tries to regulate her heartbeat while shaking every time a gentle blow of wind urges you both to breathe some air in.

“You’re a brunette now”

Alexia’s laugh is something you had no idea you could miss so deeply until it reaches you open and at full speed, almost knocking you down physically as much emotionally.

When she finally looks at you, oh, you are so fucked.

The sound of the waves crashing on the shore is not enough to cover the silence that surrounds you again, you’re sure she’s here to kill you slowly without having to use words or weapons. She just needs to remind you what you left behind, who you lost.

“Lo siento” (I’m sorry)

“I– what? No, no, you don’t need to–”

“Te conozco” (I know you)

The Catalan has an all speech planned, rehearsed all the way here just to make sure she can say everything she needs to say in the best way she can.

“Lo siento, te conozco y yo– I knew you weren’t in love anymore y I didn’t do anything”

“I never stopped loving you, Alexia”, you have to make sure she understands it was never about her.

“Lo sé” (I know)

A warm hand leaves the hiding spot in the pocket of her sweater to land in the space between you. It’s not an invitation, you are not stupid enough to hope that, but it’s an open gesture. You believe she even smiles, but you’re probably delusional and actually concussed.

“I was there, I saw you fall in love with the club y with the city y conmigo”, she starts, fixing her gaze back to the waves, “I was there and I saw you fall out of love too”

“Alexia, I–”

“Por favor déjame terminar, you left without a word and I have words to say now” (Let me finish, please)

When it was time for you to leave Barcelona, she was the one taking you to the airport. She insisted, she was adamant about it.

You broke up with her with a transfer request and a shiny contract signed with a club in a different country, and she didn’t try to change your mind.

You packed your life in Barcelona and your life together in a couple of boxes, shipped them to an apartment you didn’t even visit yourself beforehand, and she went to her mother for a week just to give you the space to do that.

You said your goodbyes to your teammates at the end of a particularly hard gym session, no game left to play and a recovery plan already sent in by the trainers, and she watched over you a couple of steps back even if all she wanted was to join the group hug.

However, when you wanted to take a taxi to the airport, she was determined to drive you herself. The radio mocking you all the way there, playing your song as soon as she started the car up. You didn’t dare to turn it off, but you wished she had.

Alexia didn’t say a word, she parked the car and helped with your luggage, following you inside till just bureaucracy and security checks stopped her. Not a single word, not a single tear. You had red eyes and shaking hands, your ex girlfriend nodded to you and let you leave like that.

“You fell in love with Barcelona and playing for Barça and I thought that was enough for you just because it’s everything to me”

“You are–”

“No, por favor” (Please, don’t do that)

You’re not sure if she’s asking you to let her apologise or if she wants to stop you from saying something that could most definitely just hurt the two of you more.

“I’m sorry, I knew you didn’t feel at home anymore and I just hoped your love for me was enough to make you stay”

“It was”

It takes everything in you not to reach her, brushing away the tears that are marking her cheeks.

“Ay, but that’s why you ask for the transfer, no?”

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t be, you left a place that was not your home”

“I don’t even know where my home is”, you’re not sure if there’s a place for you to call home in the first place. Maybe you’re just not made to feel at home.

“Es aquí” (It’s here)

You register her coming closer just when she has a finger pointing in the middle of your chest, eyes soft as she looks right through your heavy breaths and broken soul.

“Tu casa es tu corazón y cuando tu corazón no se siente en casa, te vas” (Your home is where your heart is and when your heart doesn’t feel at home anymore, you leave)

“I should have explained, I should have tried harder”

“I knew”

“Alexia–”

“No importa, I didn’t understand it, but it’s okay”, she’s the one reaching for you, gently touching your face as she’s scared you’re gonna break in a million pieces if she speaks too loud or brushes her fingers too roughly on your cheeks.

“Mi casa está aquí, mi familia está aquí y mi futuro está aquí, juego en mi equipo favorito y estoy dónde está mi corazón. Soy afortunada, tú no tienes la misma suerte. Intentaste explicarlo y nunca te escuché, y luego fuiste” (My home is here, my family is here and my future is here. I play for my childhood club and I’m exactly where my heart is. I’m lucky, you don’t have the same luck. You tried to explain it so many times but I never listened. And then you left)

“Te juro, dejar Barcelona fue la única manera” (I swear, leaving Barcelona was the only way)

“Lo sé, me sentí como una parte de mí dejé contigo” (I know, I felt like a part of me left with you), she takes a moment and you can see in her eyes that she spent a lot of time thinking about this, “I feel like I was missing a piece that let me breathe properly and kick a football the right way or winning successfully and sleeping peacefully”

“I’m sorry I had to leave”

“You never left, not really”

Alexia’s voice is shaking now, for the first time since sitting next to you and letting you understand you can forgive yourself for hurting her. She did.

“No estabas aquí, pero nunca te dejaste” (You were not here, but you never left), she laughs before explaining herself, “You’re in the cafeteria you were a regular at and I can’t let myself go anymore, you’re in the dating shows I avoid to watch. You’re in the songs you say you hate but you sing so bad while you cook”

You can’t hold her gaze when she says the last part, “You’re in the footballs left behind after training”.

“You knew”

“Nunca siento que no estás aquí, a veces lo odio a veces me ayuda” (I never feel like you are not here, sometimes I hate it and sometimes I hold on into it)

“Yo también te extraño” (I missed you too)

Her laugh is still your favourite sound in the entire world.

~

When the sun disappears under the waves, the Catalan offers to take you back to your hotel.

Alexia’s driving always manages to calm your nerves, you don’t miss the fact she is taking the longest road and she has the windows rolled down even if she hates it.

You’re exhausted, drained both physically and mentally. Somehow, though, your chest doesn’t feel so heavy and your lungs actually fill with fresh air, your mind doesn’t feel so crowded and your thoughts actually unravel rationally.

The last time you were in a car with Alexia it felt like the two of you were going to bury a piece of yourself down the heart of the earth, this time you are going to bring it flowers. This time, when a familiar song starts to play, you find the courage to turn it off.

“Thank you”

“Por no odiarte?” (For not hating you?), she quips, not taking her eyes away from the still very familiar road.

“Thank you for understanding”

“Hiciste lo que debías hacer” (You did what you had to do)

Alexia stops the car in the private parking lot of the hotel your team is staying in, you don’t need to check the time to know you should head back soon.

You say your goodbyes, knowing you will see each other in ten days and it’s probably going to hurt as much even if in a completely different way.

She doesn’t accompany you to the hotel’s entrance, but, unlike the last time, you turn around when you hear her calling out your name.

“I hope you found what you left for”

[sugoi-writes]

First Time, First Deal - Alastor x Reader - Part Two

A/N: I'm back! As promised, a part two with some spice and a little angst towards the end. Because of COURSE. Please enjoy~

"O-Of course... make me yours, Alastor."

---

The Demon before you needed little encouragement. At your word, his lips pressed first to your ankles, snaking their way up your calves, your knees... His urge to bite and mark you were being held back, wanting to ensure that the first time spent together brought you no pain... At least, for now.

He was surprised by your voice, the way it rose and waned like your body's colors. The more he kissed, the more sturdy you felt in his grasp. You were soft, heavenly soft: like your body had been sculpted by hand. It was an intoxicating feeling, he had to admit... one that had the darker parts of his mind drifting.

He kept his resolve firm as his kisses reached the roundest part of your thighs, angling his gentle caresses inward towards your core. Your breath was held, unable to be let go as Alastor's face came closer and closer to your pulsing need.

Gentle, careful hands came around the sides of your hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of your undergarments. While pressing another kiss to your abdomen, his eyes flickered up to yours. Wordlessly, he asked for permission; a hasty nod was his only reply.

Alastor chuckled, instead leaning further inward," Dear, if you weren't my current muse and confidant..." he purred, teeth hooking onto the hem of your underwear.

Your heart nearly stopped as your undergarments were pulled down by Alastor's razor sharp teeth. Somehow, your body moved on its own, lifting your hips to assist him.

"I would have torn you apart just then... all too tempting to devour, even now~"

You trembled as your bare sex was exposed, making you stammer through a sigh. Eyes locked onto him, you whisper," Right now, I don't think I would mind... it'd be a-- interesting way to die again..."

Alastor's grin grew wickedly, as a long, wet stripe was drawn on your right inner thig.

"Tempting... but for you, I'll grant you a more satisfyingly 'quick death'..." Alastor rebukes, your head falling back. Your lips trembled as a tender kiss landed on the spot you needed most. His tongue runs along the length of your core, as if mapping you out... This, unlike the rest of your body, wasn't completely corporal yet. But as he coddled and teased, you became more solid, dangerously delicate to his sinful lips. He wished to corrupt you... to tear your apart, something FOUL... but that would have to come at a later date.

Alastor places his hands between your knees, forcing your legs to giving him more room. You wait with baited breath before Alastor begins anew with a lulling, pleasing tempo. His tongue was a hot, molten muscle... a sensation that made you burn and yearn for more.

Your hands shakily support your weight as you try not to fall backward, eyes peering down at the sight between your legs. As Alastor's eyes fluttered closed, a pleased groan reverberating through your cunt. You jolt, the sudden, intense sensation making you quake. Alastor chuckles, the sensation from his voice stirring you again.

"Wh-wha-- Oh my Go-- how???" Questions flooded your mind as your sentences came out in disjointed babbles. Your partner's minstrations made you shake with pleasure.

Alastor sends a knowing grin your way, humming as he swirls his tongue around your entrance. You panic and yelp, a hand flying up to stifle your wail. Can't get too carried away, lest a "wayward soul" catches you two in the act...

"My voice, I've found... has an interesting timbre to it... it can give someone quite a shock when it's close to their skin..." You practically sobbed, Alastor's voice vibrating your core more than any Earthly vibrator could. His mouth had made you feel as wet and slippery as a succubus in church... Your hand shakily moves up into your hair, pushing your fringe off of your forehead.

"O-oh my-- God, Alastor!! Y-You shouldve-- I might--!" Between the steady vibrations from Alastor's humming, and the length of time since you last got off... the knot twisting in your loins was growing dangerously tight. Alastor's grin becomes mischievous, a hand smoothing over your abdomen. With ease, he pushes you onto your back. You were just a rag doll under his guided, sensual touch. The Radio Demon pulls back momentarily with a wet pop, before licking his glistening lips.

"I find a meal more delectable when you don't have the full picture, dont you? Think of this as my secret ingredient... a trademark~" Alastor quips. Your neck cracks with how violently your head tosses back, Alastor having picked up the pace. You hear the filter in his voice grow thicker, as if cranking the volume on a toy to a higher output.

"One that- hah-- makes me want to lick my plate clean...~"

Alastor's unbashed, loose groans makes your core sing, your mind swimming through wades of white static at your impending orgasm. Your chest heaves, your toes curl in; it was sudden and with little warning. Alastor could feel you frantically tapping his cheek before you buck into his mouth, your essence soaking his lower jaw.

You quaked with relief as the sensation you hadn't felt in months washed over you, your eyes rolling back towards your skull. Alastor's skilled lips and tongue work you through your high, guiding you back to your body as your mind slows down. The both of you are panting, unsure of what should be said or done next. Was this all....? Was the contract satisfied?

You could barely see that Alastor's lips trembled, a pleased sigh rolling off his chest. Of course not.... how would you even think of being done, after seeing him like this?

You sat up on your elbows, Alastor still licking his saturated lips. You swallow thickly as you watch him try to regulate his breathing, smoothing the wrinkles in his suit. Suddenly, his legs buckle under his body, as if lightheaded. When he falls to his haunches, you spy a familiar outline in his pants... One that made your mouth dry: an outline of a hardened, WELL hung cock. You nearly moaned at the sight, sitting up fully.

"Do you... do you need some help with that? Or maybe-- maybe you would want to stop here..." Your nerves were getting the best of you, purple swirls flooding your near-pearlescent body (one that you had never witnessed before).

With an airy sigh, Alastor palms himself through his trousers, as if readjusting. He's quick to shake his head," The only condition was that you found your completion... I have no need for such things." You roll your eyes as you lean up, crawling forward. Your shaky legs burned as you finally closed the space between your lips and his, tasting yourself on his tongue. 

Alastor nearly stumbles backward, the call of a startled animal gracing your velvety lips. Alastor's mind lags, eyes blown wide. After a beat, something inside of his mind informs him to return the gesture; he did so heatedly. When you part, your eyes glisten with knowledge and desire.

"Contract be damned. If I can't add a clause... then this one is out of the goodness of my heart," you practically purred, pulling Alastor up by his blazer.

"Whatever's left of that, at least~"

Alastor's breath leaves him, as a familiar throb echoes through his body. That was a dangerous thing to say around a demon like him...

He had little time to stop you before you're both flung onto the bed, your back pressed firmly into the mattress below. Alastor searches your face for hesitation, as if looking for a way out, before he hisses from bliss. One or your warm, treacherous hands finds its place on his crotch, teasing his tense member.

"So what will it be, Alastor...? May I lay claim to you, too?" Alastor's face scrunches up momentarily. He?!? Be owned by YOU? Even in the metaphorical sense, this idea rattled him. Enraged him. He, the Radio Demon, should belong to NO ONE. And even then, he was already entangled in someone else's web...

But, your devilish little fingers were making his stance harder to uphold, his eyes fluttering as you begin to free his cock. His predicament be damned... you simply knew what buttons to press, as if your hand were hovering over them this whole time.

His precum was all that was needed to wet his member, your hand sliding along it with ease. The sensation urked him, but the dizzying pleasure he felt outshined his disdain for his own essence. He hadn't realized that your vulgar display had spurred his pleasure this much.

"You may be walking into a contract you may not be able to fulfill, my dear..." Alastor warns, his eyes wide and glowing from your teasing. His pupils flicker to dials briefly, as if to further illustrate the situation you're in. His voice oozed venom, but his body betrayed him. Your smile almost perfectly mimics his own, a heated kiss being pressed to his neck.

"Then make it a deal I can't possibly refuse...~"

---

You needed little preparation, most of which was drowned out by Alastors wide, hot mouth on yours. Like frenzied animals, you swallowed each other's moans and cries, dry humping and bumping into one another like your lives depended on it. Somehow, Alastor's hand still managed to tease and prepare you, while yours continued to bolster and engorge his member.

Alastor's face was flushed, lips swollen and puffy from your mutual assault when you parted. Clothes were not necessary, and so Alastor was rid of those moments before. As his cock glided between your petals, you again caught a glance, practically daring your to invite him in. And like a cunning vampire, he did not cross the heated ring of your threshold until your practically begged him.

Your head spun as you were speared by his cock, his length not the only impressive part of his manhood. Your eyes watered, a strangled cry hastily mangled by Alastor's lips once more. You heard the radio close by build in volume; perhaps a lackluster attempt to drown your sounds out. Alastor grips your chin tightly when he bottoms out in your silken cavern, his nose brushing yours.

"You are ONLY to make those sounds for me, and no one else... understood?" You gasped as Alastor began to move, your body shaking from the sensation. Old habits would never die, as he treated your mingling like a negotiation.

"Y-Yes sir, Alastor..." A strained groan leaves your partner as his next thrust comes faster, leaving you gapping like a fish out of water.

"I am the only one who may be graced with this ravenous display... understood?" the Demon grit out, his antlers growing in magnitude. You could barely think as you frantically nodded, your hips meeting his thrusts.

"Y-Yes, Al--ahh!! Alastor!" His teeth grazed across your neck cautiously, the location of your jugular so close to his tongue. It thrilled and frightened you to know that one bite would be all it took to end your afterlife. Alastor knew this too, his back arching as he continued to piston into you. He was surprised at how pliable your entrance was... maybe you weren't completely corporal, afterall?

No matter he thought... he would ensure that your body would become perfectly moulded to his cock, unable to stuff anything else within.

Alastor's grip on your hips began to leave marks as his pace became less careful, your breath coming out in quick, pleasured rasps. His name became an intoxicating matra to his ears.

"Yes... yes dear, just like that... Your voice may very well become the star of my next broadcast!!" You squealed as you felt his cock throb within you, arms flying up to wrap around his neck. Alastor rested his chin on the crown of your skull as he continued to seek both of your peaks.

"Y-Yes... yes, I think your shrills... your WAILS of pleasure would be--" Alastor's hips stutter as you clamp down on him. His mind was wavering, and your body cementing him back into the moment.

" N-No... no, you're right. I must have you... MINE, all mine...," he panted as his head lolled forward," How could I forget our arrangement, cher?!"

Your eyes fluttered open as Alastor's blissed out, manic laughter flooded your senses. The petname was not missed by you...

You clung for dear life as your orgasm continued to build,"I-Im yours, Al!!!"

You whined, tilting your head back before Alastor kisses your forehead," Pl-Please... please, make me cum...!" You could feel Alastor's grin strain and widen, a bemused moan leaving him.

"Only when I SAY you can cum, darling!!"

You wailed as Alastor's hips slowed, thrashing beneath the deer demon. Like wild game stuck in a bear trap, you became desperate. His eyes were malicious, tongue running across his teeth cheekily. You could feel his ego building, the control he has in this situation making him all the more hard.

"Pl-Please... fuck, Al-- I mean-- fuck me, Alastor!!"

Alastor's hips delivered a tantilizing thrust, hitting a spot that made you see the Heavens," What was that~? I can't hear you over those cute, pathetic mewls you're making~"

You could barely speak as Alastor continued the slow attack on your most sensitive spot, one that you had not felt in YEARS. You practically screamed for Alastor to fuck you silly, his laughter following a brutal revival in his pace.

" Well, well, well! That's what I like to hear~"

His cock was merciless, the grotesque sounds of flesh striking flesh drowning both of your senses. Your hands clung to anything they could grasp: his cheeks, his shoulders, his back, his hips... your hands explored him desperately. They were almost as desperate as Alastor's cock grew to be.

He was losing himself, he feared. His eyes were half lidded and focused on the way your lips parted, and the way your body recoiled and collided with his... It was almost too much, too much stimulus for him to focus on. He needed something to refocus him: one solid thing to ground him.

As Alastor panted like an animal in heat, you caught the distant look in his eyes. Your expression softened, hands shakily capturing his face. Alastor's eyes left your body, widening as they landed on your eyes again. Though lust and desire swirled in them, your underlying desire was still so pure, so genuine...

"L-Let's-- let's do it together? Okay???"

Alastor was about to retort, an attempt to take back control from the situation. To his horror, your lips were more convincing. He relented, his hips stuttering once more as he felt your walls closing deliciously around him. He could not see the heated way you collided again when you both peaked, his hips coming to a halt. He nearly winced, not meaning to cum inside of you. You didn't seem to mind, as you greedily swallowed up his grunts and fluids.

"Sh-Shit...!"

There were little movements, shaky thrusts and grinds, as the two of your spiraled back down. The room felt like it had melted into a deep void, the two of you being the only objects of interest inside. Alastor collapsed on top of you as the radio hummed quietly beside you, your eyes fluttering open.

"That was... Alastor, that was... perfect," you wheezed. Though Alastor wasn't heavy, his weight still felt suffocating after your intimate romp.

"Was it-- was it good for you, too?" You could not see the slight panic in his eyes, his face buried into your neck. His breath was still labored as his mind was racing.

"It... it was splendid, dear. Absolutely... splendid." You sigh with relief, unable to see the gears spinning in his twisted mind. You patted Alastor's back, signalling him to get up. Alastor squeezed you into a tight embrace, making you chuckle," O-Oh... didn't realize you uhh.... y-yeah, yeah we can cuddle too. I guess that's pretty normal after something like this."

Alastor could only hum in agreement as you rotated the both of you to your sides. You felt your face heat up as your felt Alastor' release slowly trickle out of you. The demon's face left your neck. Instead, he tucked you into his chest, a hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. The gesture was seen as a kind one to you... but to Alastor, it was to prevent you from seeing him like this.

You grew tired as you inhaled deeply, the smell of sex and pine mixing into your senses," I... I'll be honest, I'm not sure if I can walk, but... wake me up in a few minutes...? We can take a nap and clean up soon, 'kay?"

"Of course," Alastor replied, his characteristic filter comforting you," Take all the time you need, mon cher..." You hummed quietly, snuggling just a bit closer as you felt sleep take you.

Alastor huffed, a hand coming up to comb through his sweaty hair. This was MORE than just different... more than some deal or experiment. That felt real. TOO real. He looked down to your sleeping form, eye twitching. And how he relinquished control like that... even though you mutually wanted this... that was scary. Frightening. His shadows loomed higher over the two of you, its expression manic.

Surely he wasn't losing his edge, right? This was just a friend helping out another friend, right? You were a friend who was charming, sweet, and felt... MUCH too soft for her own good.

A taloned hand ran through your hair, surprisingly chaste... He nearly jumped out of his skin as you groaned in your sleep, relaxing into the touch. His shadow disapated. Perhaps he wasn't shaping you to his liking... Perhaps you were shaping each other?

Alastor held you close as he reflected on the experience. One that was most definitely fun and positive... but one that troubled him all the same. He MUST be careful. For both of your sakes. If he got too invested, there would be no telling what would happen to either of you. And, perhaps his most troubling thought...He realized there was, indeed, one demon in Hell that he had grown to care for.

Sleep did not wait long for Alastor... in fact, he fell victim to it swiftly, unable to wake until the next morning, to the subtle sound of your breathing...

[wilberwrites]

I am making myself digestible, I am removing myself piece by piece,

I start with my eyes, i remove the spark, the fire and passion,

Then i move to the hair, i take away my expression, my creativity

Next to go is my smile, my teeth and my tounge, along with them goes my cheek and my wit,

I am trying to make myself easy to like, to be around,

I take away my heart, my soul and my sadness,

Those get escorted out by my withering happiness,

I am making myself digestible,

I am making myself a good person.

[drblacula]

i love the way you edit them, and then i wanted (if you could) to make some south park graphics! it can be kyle and stan, or you can also choose! i just want to see because i've never seen anyone do south park D:

Stan and Kyle graphics ! F2U ! notes : can I be honest when I was looking up some transparent pngs of these guys I . Was taken aback by the crimes these kids have done like THEYRE AT MAX 9 - 10 FYM THEY MURDERED AND FLASHED PEOPLE ? LIKE HELLO ?

art is by Vpzto on IG + mewoj on tiktok

stills + uncolored ver of the stan graphic if you want them :

[lauraslesbiann]

I made a dan and phil playlist and im pretty proud of it!

[archieimagines]

hold me through the storm | cassian andor

Summary: Sometimes, escaping TIE fighters during a storm means crash-landing and getting whiplash. Luckily, Cassian knows just how to make it better.

so, it turns out everyone’s thirsty for cassian fluff. yes, our followers have taste! warnings: mild injury, thunderstorms, teeth-rottingly indulgent fluff. note: this one’s special to me, because it’s actually based off a soundscape that i use to sleep on most nights. i recommend that you listen to the second half of it while you read this (the first half has cassian speaking, but it doesn’t quite match up with this)! find it on youtube here and spotify here, which i’ve started from my recommendation point for this fic (about 26 minutes in).  word count: 1989 requested by: @angstyvirgin001 and @minigirl87​. i hope you enjoy this, and that it makes you feel better <3 requests are open until sunday night! written by: archie

You hissed through your teeth, rubbing and squeezing at your nape to ease the strain.

That landing was far from your best. You probably took a crater out of the planet with how you plummeted, but there wasn’t much choice at all after those TIE fighters blew your freighter’s wing off.

Remarkably, the craft had landed without combusting or killing either of you inside, and the rumbling storm was severe enough that it would surely protect you from the searching starfighters. They were probably still looking.

You jolted to slam off the backup lights at the thought. The red bulbs instantly shut off, sending the whole ship into darkness, bar the tiny specks of red and green from the operation boards.

The freighter door slung open with a great screech of a sound. Howls of the thunderous wind and torrential rain deafened the cabin. “You wanna put on one light, maybe? I can’t even see!” Cassian’s voice battled the storm as he blindly clambered into the ship, a little clumsy in the darkness.

“Yeah, let me just-“ you flicked a couple of switches, and soon a single red bulb gave a dim glow, just enough to show you Cassian’s silhouette as he wrestled the door closed against the elements, the whole ship shaking with the force of his slam.

The overhead storm quieted instantly, now a low growl in the distance as he shrugged off his outer jacket, soaked through.

“We’re safe?”

“Yes,” he grunted, “There’s no one around and the storm gives us good cover. Let’s hope it keeps up until morning, and then we’ll look for damage or a way out of here.”

You started with a nod, but halted with a wince.

Somehow, he always noticed everything you did. Even when you tried to hide it from him, even when a wild storm should’ve masked the sounds of your pain, he noticed.

He’d been overly protective of you ever since you met him as a young, scared boy on Ferrix. He didn’t need to speak the same language as you to make a deep bond. You were kind and gentle with him, no matter how he resisted at first. You owned your place as a friendly face in a whir of change even as a young child, and you dropped by after school every day, just to see him and share your handmade toys.

He resisted at first, but it took barely a week for him to place every ounce of his trust in you.

Just two children, seeing each other through the horrors of Imperial-ruled childhood. And now, Imperial-ruled adulthood. You were together through everything and it was a known fact that would never change.

“What is it?” He was by your side in an instant, the dim crimson light showing up the concern in his eyes. “Are you hurt? Why are you not more careful by now?”

“Because TIE fighters, Cassian. Because TIE fighters. But don’t worry, I’m fine, just a little whiplash.” You tried to bat him away as he reached out to you, but he just knocked your hands away in return. “I’ll be better with a couple of days rest,” you comforted, but it didn’t stop his cold fingers from slipping under the back of your collar, leaving trails of raindrops across your skin as he pressed and squeezed there, seeking any pain out.

“I don’t believe you,” he murmured, glancing through the glass of the cockpit as his fingers still worked. Clearly double checking that the spot was actually safe, but the rain was far too heavy to see clearly through the glass, and the wind shook the ship even while it was still.

“I’m fine, Cass. We’re fine, let’s just sleep,” you knocked his hand away for final, stepping out of the pilot’s seat. “Stare as much as you like, but no light fighter with a brain would try and fly this low in these winds.”

“I promised I’d take care of you,” he reasoned, stepping aside to let you brush past into the cargo bay, “So I have to be sure.”

“Mhm, you keep that up,” you hummed, pulling the tab in the wall for the bunk mat, bending at the knees to protect your neck as you rolled it out full-length across the floor. “You battle the Empire. In the middle of a storm. In a crashed out ship with no comms. And me? I’ll be far away on an imaginary beach, spotchka in hand.”

His hushed laugh was a relief to your ears. “I’ll come too.” He gave one last glance out the window before fishing out a bottle of water and a packet of dried food. “Here’s your spotchka.”

You grinned up at him, despite the dire situation at hand. “Mm, delicious.”

As you both perched on the mattress to eat, you found it wasn’t particularly padded and was definitely a little skinny for two people. It was clearly designed for one-at-a-time watchkeeping, but you knew neither of you would mind at all.

There was a time where both of you would’ve fit side by side on such a mat with room to spare.

It was a whole routine. Ten-year-old you would conspire with a focused Kassa, who was keen on picking up as many words as he could, and then present a case to your parents as to why you should stay at Maarva’s. It’d take a full half hour of nagging, a handful of accented ‘please’s from young Cass, and once in a blue moon you’d find yourself sleeping amongst a pile of blankets on Maarva’s couch, Cassian’s feet by your head and yours by his, shoving your toes in his cheek and erupting with giggles in the night.

Maarva would wake to find the two of you with limbs thrown everywhere, sleeping heavily after a long night of multilingual laughter. 

You were inseparable then, and nothing had changed in all these years. 

Cassian scrunched up the wrappers and tucked them away, comfortably quiet amongst the trembling ship and rumbling howls of outside. “Lay down,” he spoke, and his affectionate tone didn’t hide that it was a command.

You were far too tired and sore to dispute it even if you wanted to. You shrugged off your jacket and bundled it up into a makeshift pillow and curled up instantly. The jacket didn’t quite give your sore neck the support it needed, so you settled an arm under your head in a feeble effort to relieve the strain and quietly watched the ruby outline of his silhouette bustling around the ship. He flicked switches and secured latches as he went, locking the vehicle down as far as he could before flicking off that little red bulb too.

Darkness flooded the space and your attention shifted to the metallic steps of his boots.

Somehow, Cassian had gone all this time without needing to know of your fear of the dark. Perhaps because whenever he was around to witness it, it had no power over you. His presence fought off the fears every time and now was no different, even with the howls of the thunder, the wind and rain that jostled the ship, the knowledge of the Empire flying overhead. None of it could touch this space with a single ounce of fear. Cassian was here.

His footsteps slowed as he neared where he’d remembered the mattress was, and you gave a soft hum to help with his locating. He caught on to where exactly you were and perched on the end of the mattress, a clumsy hand reaching out until he found where your shoulder lay. He shifted to lay down beside you and pressed in close without any hesitation. The routine was natural by now.

“Is your neck okay?” His accent twirled through the air, his voice velvet as he pulled off his own coat and draped it over both your torsos.

“It will be,” you murmured. Sleep tugged at the corner of your mind but you pushed it away to absorb these moments. It was this kind of interaction that made this lifestyle worth it. You and Cassian against the elements together. Against the odds.

A mellow breath pushed from his lungs. “Come here.” He didn’t give a chance for you to respond before he slipped his arm under your neck, easily bringing your head to rest in the crook of his shoulder, bicep supporting your injury as he took your jacket-pillow to support his own head. You tugged the hem of his makeshift coat-blanket to your chin and bundled in closely, eyes fluttering shut to focus on that familiar, safe scent.

He always smelled the same, whether he’d just cleaned or not. He smelled as if he’d carried the forests of Kenari with him all these years, and yet the mustiness of ships and adventure had sunk into his hair and clothes. Home.

“Mn. Thanks, Cas,” came your voice, riding out on a content sigh that could have easily been part of the storm outside. 

But he’d heard just fine. “Don’t thank me,” he mused, voice deepening with weariness. A arm reached across you, and his healing fingers found the nape of your neck. He gave gentle presses and slow rubs across the area, thorough circles, so tender and yet so firm. “I don’t do this out of obligation.”

You shuffled your body closer, pressing in to share warmth. A content hum slipped out when his thumb found a collection of strained muscles and eased away the tightness. “Then why?”

His reply came so gently that if the storm had dared to send you thunder, you would have missed it.

“I want to take care of you.”

Your heart swelled, eyes flying open to try and find his shape in the darkness. You held such love for this man. For your Cassian. It wasn’t even purely romantic- he was so dear to you in every way he possibly could be.

And clearly, he felt the same.

It was rare that he’d be so vocal about his affections. But when he did say them it wasn’t even because he wanted a reaction, or merit, or recognition. Nothing of the sort. It was simply honest, and he’d share it as such.

You weren’t quite sure how to express this with him, so you let your touch wander. Your palm settled on his chest with slow, circular rubs in return, every ounce of your attention focused on sending him to sleep. “You’re too good to me,” you murmured.

“You deserve it all,” came his definitive reply.

Somehow, it brought a pleasant sting of tears to your eyes, so you closed them and basked in the feeling.

Being in Cassian’s arms, in the bubble of this ship inside the storm, protected. Safe. The cold of the cargo bay seeped into the toes of your boots, only serving to remind you how warm the rest of you was when tucked into his side, beneath his coat.

Somewhere along the line, his breathing evened and his fingers stopped massaging, the comforting weight of his forearm settling across the side of your neck. 

Maarva used to worry about his sleeping. When he’d first arrived, he’d fight sleep into the early hours of the morning. It wasn’t insomnia, the doctors had said, it was distrust. Fear.

But that first night he’d joined you on Maarva’s couch, toe-to-cheek, he was out like a light. Since then, you’d struggled to believe he’d ever fought off sleep. Whenever you were there, he’d be gone instantly. Soundly. 

His breathing slipped into those comfortable, dulcet snores. They were so gentle that you wouldn’t be able to hear them over the storm if not for being so close, enough to feel his flow of air flutter over the side of your face.

It was the most soothing, most homely sound you could ever think of. Oft times, laying in your bed alone, you’d imagine his snores beside you so that you could sleep.

This time, you didn’t need to.

Your eyes fell closed again, every inch of your body warm with his presence, and let his snores take you into slumber with him.

When you got to your dreams, he was waiting there.

[atitanbitch]

Μανία Αγάπη

Ashes to ashes,

Heart to heart,

I beg to tear your bones apart.

Digging in until I’m full,

Feasting on your bleeding skull.

While I dug into your head,

I couldn’t help but wish you dead.

Even though I loved you so,

I dragged on, your body in tow.

As we neared your resting place,

I couldn’t help but watch your face.

The love I saw there blinded me,

And filled me with your memory.

The time we spent, the hours shared,

In your eyes, it all was bared.

In the end you had no fear,

Since your killer, you held dear.

You died so happy,

In the end,

Giving your life into my hand.

Final act, your sacrifice,

Got our wish and paid the price.

Through sunken eyes, I feel your love,

Blood and tears, your heart a glove.

Never to fade, never gone,

For in death and pain, our love lives on.

The title, “Μανία Αγάπη” literally translates from Greek to “rage love.” Individually, however, the words are “mania” and “agape”, which are two types of love. Mania is obsessive and violent. Hence the narrator’s desire to kill and devour the person they love, because of their love. Agape is self sacrificial. That is the dead lover who wanted to die because the person they love wanted it, willing to do anything for the person they love.

(Also I am not Greek nor do I speak Greek. I did research to find the inspiration for the title)

[drplantboss]

On Shadow working for G.U.N. and “Never Turn Back”

I’ve seen a lot of people criticizing the fact that Shadow works for G.U.N. at the time of Sonic ‘06. Most people have the argument that “G.U.N. is the organization that killed Maria!” Their logic is that he shouldn’t be willing to work for the organization that killed his best friend. I have a few problems with that take. 

The first is that it fundamentally isn’t the same organization. It’s been 50+ years since that happened, and the current head honcho of G.U.N. is someone who was also personally traumatized by Maria’s death. While the Commander and Shadow had their differences in Shadow the Hedgehog, that was mostly over a misunderstanding and those events aren’t even solidly canon. I personally perceive the first 10 endings of ShTH05 and the events that lead to them as all hypotheticals; only the final “true” ending actually happened. In that case, they may have never actually confronted each other initially. 

The other reason is because of what the entire arc Shadow underwent in his titular game achieved. Shadow learns not to dwell on the past. He learns that he needs to keep moving forward, and never turn back. This is not a covert theme, either; the ending theme of ShTH05 is literally the track “Never Turn Back” by Crush 40. It happens to be my favorite Sonic vocal track because this song just fits Shadow’s ending so perfectly here (plus it’s a banger). I recommend you listen to it yourself, but I’ll mention the relevant lyrics here. Let’s go through the first verses.

It's been a long, rough road

And I'm finally here

I move an inch forward

Feels like a year

Everything I feel seems so unreal

Is it true?

Is it true?

I take one step forward

And two steps back

Got a hundred thousand pounds

Sitting on my back

Up, down, all around

Don't know quite what to do

To get through

Shadow is burdened not just by the title of “Ultimate Lifeform” but also by his promise to Maria. All of this, combined with the fact that he only just rediscovered who and what he is, and the sledgehammer to the head that would be finding out you are a biological weapon and a tool that has been used to nefarious ends on multiple occasions would certainly feel like a hundred thousand pounds sitting on your back. This section signifies Shadow struggling with that responsibility — but he’s taking it on. He will help people, he will keep his promise to Maria, he will be the Ultimate Lifeform.

I guess I'm moving all right and I'm on my way

Facing every moment day by day

Take a chance, slip on by, got no time to answer why

Head straight, head straight

What will I become if I don't look back

Give myself a reason for this and that

I can learn, no U-turns, I will stay right here where I'm at, where I'm at

Shadow is starting to overcome some of that pressure. There’s still doubts as he makes the decision to keep moving forward without looking back — he asks, “What will I become if I don’t look back; give myself a reason for this and that.” He very quickly reaffirms the commitment in the next line, but it does show some doubt. At the end of the day, his past still defines who he is. His promise to Maria, his responsibility as a forceful individual still drive him forward and compel him to do the right thing. But the other aspects of his past he is choosing to leave behind.

Well I'm on my way

On my way

On my way

On my way

Here I am,

Made it to the end of you

Never had a chance while I'm around

No! No!

No, no, no, no!

Well, now I'll never turn back,

I'll never turn that way

No matter how life tries to face me

I'll turn the other way

Now and then,

My head starts to spin,

But I'll never turn back again

No! No!

From this moment on,

I am moving on,

And I'll never turn back

Again

The chorus is Shadow’s promise: a promise to himself, to Maria, and to the world. He will never turn back to the weaponized hatred that Gerald programmed into him. He will never turn back to the alien domination of a doomed species. He will never return to thinking he could be an android subservient to Dr. Eggman. From this moment on, he’s moving on. 

Shadow’s entire character in Sonic ‘06 is an affirmation of the development he underwent in his own game. Shadow has a static arc in ‘06; he doesn’t really change at all over the course of the game. However, in that iconic scene you’ve probably heard everyone and their mother talk about, he puts forward the exact attitude I’m talking about here.

“If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight like I always have.” Keep moving forward, never turn back.

Shadow views G.U.N. as a viable method of carrying out his goals — helping people — at the time of ‘06. 

I think this makes sense. If the organization has been reformed since the days of the raid on the ARK, then it’s probably one of the best resources for Shadow to use. Additionally, from within the organization he is far more aware of what they are doing, giving him advance warning if something nefarious is going on within such a powerful paramilitary establishment. 

By letting go of his hatred, he can work for the organization that killed Maria. After all, he saved the whole world when he was originally intent on wiping out humanity. If he can do that, I think he can probably work with an organization that only recently changed its mind about him. 

[imikhailo]

(first time doing something like this 🙈)

prompt: you never asked @galladrabbles @arrowflier

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mickey groans getting up off the floor to open the door.

when he opens the door he's faced with the most gorgeous redhead he has ever seen. 

he rolls his eyes.

the redhead smirks. "Hey, Mick."

"Hey. What are you doing here?"

"I came to pay you a visit."

"A visit uh? 

"A visit means that you just passing by. and also means you gonna leave'." again, mickey thinks

"Are you going to invite me in or not?"

a sigh. mickey gives up. "Do you want to come in and have a beer?"

"I Thought you’d never ask." the redhead responds with a big dork smile

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[asteria-argo]

Any writing bits (snippets/vibes/quotes/ideas) you want to share?

this is a bit I'm on the fence about! I have a lot of OC's in To All The Better Places, and most of them are Jamie's friends or his students, and I've been thinking a lot about how these OC's are going to interact with the canon characters when they have scenes that intersect.

The safe thing to do would probably be to make all of the OC's fairly neutral on the canon characters if not friendly with them, but there's one instance where that absolutely won't work which is in the case of my OC Skye, Jamie's best friend, and Roy, who still actively hates Jamie for a portion of this fic.

Because Roy is,, violent towards Jamie, at the very least verbally if not physically. He's violent towards him in canon, he's going to be violent towards him in this fic, and I just can't see the character I've created with Skye, especially with her relationship to Jamie being what it is, being okay with that. So I've been toying with a scene that I don't know if I'll include where Skye defends Jamie from Roy, and this is a little snippet from that potential scene!

“You know, I’ve never really cared about football.” She tells him, not even trying to hide the contempt in her voice “I never even heard of you until Jamie told me who you were.” “so?” Roy questions, raising an eyebrow at her and wondering where this was fucking going. “So I want you to know that I don’t give a shit who you are, I don’t care that you’re some football legend, I wouldn’t even care if you were the second coming of Christ, if you ever speak to my friend like that again I will punch you in the fucking mouth.”

[hadesgirl015]

Chapter 12: The Party

A well deserved party, with some confessions.

Story Summary:  Telvelni (Tav) is an Iron-Hand Gnome, after getting abducted by mind flayers and infected with one of their tadpoles, she must make her way back to Baldur’s Gate with the important information she had received.  Information she paid a lot for and could potentially be a turning point for her clan.

[wilberwrites]

If you could change,

Would you?

If you could change any little detail about your miniscule life,

Would you change your height, your weight or any other of those superficial things?

Or would you dig, dig really deep,

Would you crack each finger nail, and bloody your knuckles,

And dig,

Would you change the way people saw you?

Would you change your mother?

Make it so every act of love she shows you isnt backhanded and doesnt bring you down more?

Every "you will always be my daughter, and i love you"

Would you change it to

"I will always love you"

Or would you maybe scratch and scrabble and the hole youve dug,

Wanting out,

You dont want to stay the same,

But you desperately dont want to change,

Maybe the change is for the worst?

Maybe if you changed it so everyone saw you for you,

They still wouldn't like you,

Could you handle that?

No, no you dont rekon you could,

Maybe you should change it to be stronger,

To be better,

To be what you want.