#the Shell-Stoppers

[aib-au-official]

Money vs Fame vs Love

Splatfest Spotlight-

Team Love (ft Callie, Marina, Captain Runo, Agent 4, and Agent 8)

DannySquid4: Wow! I think this is the first time since... Uh... Before Finalfest, that we've all picked the same team, guys!

CapnRuno: Hey, you're right! Wow, first time in five years we've actually agreed on something.

Agent1: That's... Kinda sad, you guys.

Magic8Ball: What's sad is how many people think fame and money are the most important things in life. Is there really so little love in the world that people really think that?

DJ_Hyperfresh: Some people just have different priorities in life. Love doesn't pay the bills or get you recognition for your work most of the time. Some people just want that more.

Agent1: Who's side are you on, Marina?!

Bonus:

Magic8Ball: When your sister picks the wrong team

OctoNoodle: #@&$ you. I wanna be famous.

[kjpurplepineapple]

🎱How it all started🪸

[sherlockfreak05]

This is my Wilmington, NC shell jar. Filled with shells I've picked up since I moved here Aug 2021.

I went to the beach for the first time this year yesterday. There was still a bag of shells from my last visit in my beach bag. So between that and what I picked up yesterday--

I need a new jar 🥰

[hopelessbren]

i just know older leon has a breeding kink.

whenever he’d get close to his orgasm is when he’d start the breed talking. his stubble running across your cheek as he whisper things into your ear, lips grazing the shell. “want me to stuff you full of my cum, huh? want me to fill you up and make you mine?”, “yeah? i’m gonna keep every last… fucking drop inside of you.”

thoughts of you pregnant with his baby, being filled up from his doing. your round swollen belly making everyone know you’re taken, that you’re his. god he could finish right then.

plunging deep inside you, as far as he can possibly get. tip brushing against your cervix to make sure you take. feeling the familiar hot liquid fill your body, his cock being used as a stopper, forcing his cum to stay inside you. or he’ll fuck it back into you. claims the force of his thrust will knock it farther into your womb. or he’ll just pull out, stuffing his fingers inside you to push it in himself. “better keep all of it inside you.”, “such a good girl, stuffed full of my cum.”, “gonna get you all nice and big, make you all mine.”

[celestialtarot11]

Astrology Observations 🤍✨

Hi friends! Welcome back to another post 💅🏻 today we’ll be looking at astro observations! Please like, comment and reblog to help this blog grow ✨

Aries + Taurus pairing as friends/couple are the show stoppers. They draw attention wherever they go, there’s so much fire between them. Although Taurus is an Earth sign, Taurus does enjoy the finer things in life and passion! Aries helps to bring the heat in the connection and the two have a lot in common. Aries is headstrong, Taurus is as well. Both are self starters and independent. Both know what they want (taurus is a fixed sign) and both know what it takes to create + sustain it.

Aquarius sun experienced being the quiet one in group settings, especially if they were with people they didn’t necessarily understand or get along with. Its not that they aren’t smart, or capable of human interaction. They’re actually great at it, they just preserve their energy for better people/interactions.

Gemini’s love to story tell and embellish their stories! They love adding jokes, flare, and drama to their stories. They’re a bit like Leo-great at storytelling and communicating! Both Leo and Gemini love to entertain 🤍✨

Transits in your 4th house-family will require your attention more, and specifically the Mother could be around a lot more. Physically, emotionally and mentally even if you may not have a great connection. She may try to wiggle her way in your life during these 4th house transits. If you work with ancestors, they will be sending you dreams and messages day to day even more than usual. Expect the things that you need to liberate yourself from will come up in dreams, or day to day. Dreaming of your childhood for example can be triggering to some, whether the dream was good or bad.

Sagittarius are often quiet but have a lot to say when in a proper group setting. They think a lot of the world around them, and I notice they like to be in situations where they can mansplain 🤣 but offering advice and mediating conversations is their specialty. They’re blunt, honest, and get to the point.

Leo women often walk with a lot of respect, flare and spirit. Their head is held high.

Cancer women love going out and love staying home! They have their homebody moments too 💅🏻 cancers love a good time! And are not stuck in their shell as ya’ll may think

Cancer women may also be the type to have fairy tattoos, or tattoos that are delicate. They have tattoos that have a whimsical charm to them, even if it may be considered “dark.” There is an ethereal vibe to it!

Virgo women love planning, decorating and getting family together! Or who they consider family. They love setting the mood, setting the atmosphere, environment. They would be great party planners/wedding planners!

Pisces women may be into cars 👀

Scorpio moon women may get into nursing at some point or considered studying that!

Gemini women may love doing their own nails, and being proud of their art! They love to show off anything that expresses their skill.

Gemini Venus women want to speak different languages but may get frustrated at the effort required 😂 as a gemini venus myself yes

Capricorn moon women may enjoy having a minimalistic setup in their room, colors that are light and simple, but with a dash of darkness or vivid color! They love creating balance in their room and have an eye for intensity through detail

Leo rising commands all the attention in the room for themselves. But I’ve noticed if a Leo rising is not feeling confident in themselves, they can come across as arrogant, and self absorbed. It’s because part of them needs their own attention and space, but the native isn’t realizing that. Or the native doesn’t know how to meet their needs.

Thank you all for being here! I really appreciate it 🥹💗 Please enjoy the little observations I put together! Feel free to like comment and reblog ✨

Paid Readings 💗✨

[vcaart]

my anxious boy and his magic hat

(I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST TIME ILL REDESIGN HIM)

(More info on him below):

Hazy Light is one of the only natural born alicorns to ever exist, born from the unicorn Midnight and the pegasus Show Stopper from an affair. He's never felt quite worthy of his alicorn ranking, seeing as he didn't earn it like any other alicorn, and wears a hat to hide his horn.

Though he doesn't have a relationship with his parents Shimmer Bright (an earth pony) and Show Stopper, which makes it painfully obvious he isn't Shimmer's blood.

Hazy Light spent most of his adolescence with his uncle and aunt, Silver Noir and Frosty Cocoa, while his parents were away for "business." He still resides there, with his parents currently overseas.

As a young foul he went to private school on the request of Show Stopper, and there he tracked down his classmates pet miniature alligator as his first unofficial case which also earned him his cutie mark!

To thank his uncle for taking care of him he became his apprentice, mostly just helping him out around the office. But he proved to be a very skilled detective and started helping him with actual cases.

Silver Noir eventually got Hazy Light enrolled in the school of friendship, Hope's Peak Academy, in hopes that he could make some friends there and come out of his shell. He couldn't stay cooped up forever.

Unfortunately, things don't all go according to plan when they get trapped in the school by a strange mechanical bear?

(Credits to @/thiscatdraws for the inspo for Shuichi being an alicorn and hiding his horn with his hat! I did get permission from them beforehand as well to use this idea. Please check out their page if you haven't already, their art is absolutely AMAZING)

[lipglossanon]

I’m Not A Bad Man (I’m Just Overwhelmed)

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Stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader part i - An Open Invitation (To A Perfect Domination)

part ii - What You Do To Me (No One Knows)

part iv (finale): Am I Your One and Only Desire?

Warnings: 18+ so minors DNI, stepcest, fingering, cockwarming, unprotected sex, oral (f and m receiving), ball teasing, ball sucking, having sex while on the phone with an oblivious caller (hopefully that makes sense, cause idk what to label it 🤣), dirty talk, daddy kink, light breeding kink, creampie, cum swallowing, face sitting, pussy slapping/spanking

not proofread brochachos 🤙 mainly just smut so if you’re looking for plot I’d look elsewhere 🤣

Title from These Things by She Wants Revenge

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Thankfully, Leon gives you a breather after the marathon sex. He kisses you one last time and helps you out of bed. You go to stand, but your legs tremble so much you nearly fall. He catches you and guides you into the master bath connected to the bedroom.

He sits you down on the edge of the tub and starts the water.

“I’m gonna go make that food order,” he kisses the top of your head, “I’ll be back in a few minutes; yell if you need me.”

Humming in reply, you watch the muscles in his back and ass as he turns and leaves the room; a low heat flares in your stomach when you see all the scratch marks you left on his skin.

You twist, running your hand under the tap and finding the water warm enough, you stopper the tub and slip down into the bottom. Sighing, you relax as the warm water slowly fills the basin, caressing your skin and helping to loosen your muscles.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now,” a warm voice murmurs causing your eyes to flutter open.

“Mmm sorry,” you look up to see Leon turning the water off.

“Raise up for me, sweetheart,” he climbs in the bath with you, sitting directly behind you and pulling you to sit between his legs.

You tense for a moment, but when he doesn’t do anything more than rub your arms you slowly relax back against him.

“So sweet for me,” he presses kisses into your neck, hands wrapping around your waist.

Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, “‘m tired, Leon.”

“I know,” he lets his right hand drift down your body until he’s stroking your inner thigh, “let me help you.”

You whine but don’t fight him as he slips his middle and ring finger into your soft, clenching heat.

“Please no,” you whine out in discomfort as he slips his fingers out and back in.

His questing fingers begin pressing into your body more insistently, “I need to clean out the mess I made, beautiful.”

“Fuck,” you hiss as Leon fingers out the leftover cum in your hole.

His fingers slide out of your body, leaving you gasping and aching at the empty feeling left behind.

“Shh sweetheart,” he kisses the side of your head, “it’s over with now.”

A low chuckle in your ear causes goosebumps to chase across your skin.

“So good for me aren’t you?” a hot tongue traces the shell of his ear, “god, you drive me crazy.”

You gasp, “I-I’m —“

The loose hold around your waist tightens as Leon nips at your earlobe before placing open mouth kisses across the arch of your neck, tongue darting out to taste your skin.

You shiver at the sensation, baring more of your neck to him. A small whine leaves your mouth before you can quell it.

“Daddy,” you gasp out only to have Leon slip his index and middle fingers into your mouth.

You hear a tsk before his smoky voice speaks again, “Pretty, pretty girl.”

You weakly suck on the digits invading your mouth. He presses a soft kiss at your temple.

“I know how bad you want it, baby. You sound so pretty when you fall apart,” he presses his fingers harder against your tongue, “but we gotta give your little pussy a break.”

Your back arches as you squirm in arousal at those words, a whimper slipping from your throat. You eagerly lap at his fingers, wrapping your tongue around them and swallowing as drool drips down your chin.

A low hum from Leon reverberates in your chest.

“So good for me, baby,” Leon nuzzles your neck, fingertips skating across your skin.

He relaxes against the tub, hands rubbing your arms and shoulders. You slowly become less tense until you’re laying against him sleepily. Leon helps you wash off with soft kisses pressed into your skin at every step. Once finished, he helps you up and out of the tub.

After the bath, Leon slips out to get dressed leaving you to dry off on your own. You step out in a towel and Leon hands you an old sleep shirt of his and a pair of briefs.

You go to take them and he pulls them back out of reach, “What do we say, sweetheart?”

Your toes curl to stop your hands from fidgeting, “Thank you, daddy.”

“Good girl,” he smiles, kissing the top of your head and handing you the shirt and briefs.

“The food’s here so I’ll see you downstairs.”

You watch him leave the bedroom and you gaze down at the soft baggy shirt in your hands. Unfolding it you see, RPD emblazoned on the left breast pocket.  You quickly slip it on along with the briefs, which make you wrinkle your nose, and make your way downstairs.

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You both sit on the couch after eating the takeout Leon ordered. Sated and tired, you snuggle into the cushions to finish watching the scary movie that was playing earlier. Sitting cross legged, your shoulders brush up against Leon’s as his big hand encompasses your thigh.

“I’ve got an idea,” his voice is a low, heated timbre, “why don’t you keep me nice and warm?”

Your brows furrow in confusion as you tilt your face up to look at him, “What?”

He pulls the front of his sweats down just enough to slip his cock out. He’s half hard and slowly filling out, thickening against his thigh. He pats his legs.

“Straddle me and I’ll show you what I mean,” his hair falls over his eyes giving him a boyish air.

Leon pulls you into his lap, murmuring sweet praise in your ear. He slips his hands under the loose briefs you’re wearing and rubs your clit. His fingers dip into your slit to tease at your hole until you’re squirming and whimpering and soaking his fingers.

Pulling away, he helps you to slip the briefs he gave you off, baring your cunt— all puffy and shiny with slick. His cock slides in between your thighs, precum leaving a sticky wet trail against your skin.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he soothes you, hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise.

He slips the tip of his fat dick into your wet spasming hole.

“Fuck, so good. Such a good girl for me huh. Shh shh, s’okay just the tip sweetheart, promise won’t go any further,” he sighs in relief, letting the head of his cock breach your spasming hole.

Leon’s biceps flex, highlighting the veins in his forearms as he holds your dripping pussy still. The fat tip stretches your sore cunt making you whine as your fingers dig into his tense shoulders.

“Daddy,” you whine, desperate at this point and not able to think past the feeling of the slight stretch of your pussy and how empty it feels inside.

Whining you work his cock further and further into your body as Leon just holds your hips, groaning until you’re sitting flushed against his pelvis.

He watches you work your sweet little pussy down on his cock. He then lifts you up just to let you slide back down.

“You put it all in by yourself, huh,” he growls, “now just let me use your sloppy hole, sweetheart.”

“Leon,” you gasp, grinding down with a moan.

He holds your hips still, not letting you shift, “Now sit here, sweet girl. You’re gonna cockwarm daddy til he’s ready to fuck your pretty pussy full of cum.”

You moan, hands tugging on his shirt. His eyes drag down your body and he pinches your nipples through the thin shirt you’re wearing.

“Look so sexy,” he gives you a messy, tongue filled kiss, “want you to wear this shirt anytime we’re home alone, okay baby?”

“O-okay, daddy,” you whimper, thighs shifting as your pussy walls clamp repeatedly on his thick cock.

“Good girl, good fucking girl,” he groans, pulling you close.

You whine and nuzzle into his neck, tucking your face under his chin.

“Settle down, baby,” he coos, running his wide palms down your spine to cup your ass in both hands.

You tense all over, but keep still with a low moan. Unsure of how long you’re made to keep Leon’s cock in your weeping pussy, you drift in and out of a daze. You can hear the tv playing in the background and Leon drops little kisses on your head, but you just coast on the floaty feeling slowly taking over your mind.

He’s so thick inside of you it’s all you can think about. The delicious stretch to your sore walls, clit swollen—begging to be touched, even the way Leon squeezes your ass, all of it keeping you in that syrupy headspace.

He jostles you accidentally, making you whine and grind down until he soothes you back into relaxing against him. Leon’s palms pet and stroke over your tired body, almost lulling you asleep. You feel his chest vibrate under your cheek.

“Hm?” You pull back with a confused sound, sleepy eyes looking into Leon’s dark stare.

“I asked if daddy’s sweet girl is feeling good?”

You give him a cute smile, “So good, daddy.”

He gives you a sly grin, “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm,” you nod.

“Maybe you should cockwarm daddy when he has to work from home, think that’s a good idea sweetheart?”

You whine, pussy clenching down on his thick cock, “Yes, daddy.”

“Yeah, you like it don’t you, feeling all stretched out from daddy’s fat cock?”

You roll your hips down with a moan, “Daddy’s the best.”

“Fuck,” he grunts, pressing his hips up into you further, “think it’s time to fill this needy cunt.”

“Uh huh,” you slur, hips humping down faster on his dick.

He grabs your waist and fucks his cock deep in your soaked pussy. After a handful of skin slapping thrusts, he slows down to deep rolling grinds. Dazedly, you hear a faint buzzing from your side.

“Daddy needs you to keep quiet, okay?”

“Wha—“

He puts his hand over your mouth as he answers his buzzing phone.

“Hey honey, how’re you?”

Your eyes widen, anxiety flaring in your stomach cutting into that cottony barrier of arousal flooding your brain. Your mom called?! You try to push away from Leon, raising your hips up to move off of his lap. A mean look comes into his face as his lips thin.

“Oh, everything’s fine here. Can’t complain.”

He puts the phone up to his ear, holding it there with his shoulder so he can use both hands to yank you back flush on his lap. His hand quickly comes up to cover your mouth as you squeal from the sudden fullness of his cock bottoming out in your cunt.

He starts up the deep rolling thrusts that keeps the fat tip of his dick pressed against your cervix; your eyes roll back in your head as the pain bleeds into molten pleasure, making your pussy pulse and clench down on his cock.

“Oh she’s doing well! We actually spent a little time together earlier,” he laughs, dark eyes watching you fall apart while he drills up into your squelching pussy with his thick, heavy cock.

“Ah, I’m sure she’ll love that. Yeah she loves her sweets, doesn’t she?”

You want to scream, you feel so good right now. But all that escapes you are tears, dripping down your cheeks leaving your eyes to look big and glassy. Leon smirks at you as he keeps chatting with your mom.

His thumb circles your clit so slowly, barely giving you any stimulation. You buck your hips and push yourself harder into his hand. Ignoring you, he stops teasing your sensitive bud and moves that hand to guide your hips into a rolling grind. 

“No,” he laughs, laying his head back on the couch, lazily focused on your tits bouncing, “I really don’t need anything.”

You’re panting behind the hand he still has covering your mouth. Moving your hands away from clenching onto his shoulders, you reach down between your bodies to spread your pussy. 

His gaze follows the movement and he stares hungrily at your spread open cunt, watching as his cock bullies in and out of your tight hole. 

“Wait,” he rasps, “yeah that does sound good actually.”

He moves his head closer to your chest. pulls the phone away, and spits on your pussy. You freeze; your whole body clenching from that so he does it again, watching gleefully as you shudder all over, eyes rolling back as the hot spit drips all over your pussy lips and swollen clit. 

“Huh, sorry could you repeat that, the phone cut out for a sec,” he settles back against the couch, not letting you bounce on his dick like you want, like you need. 

You go to move your hands, but he gives a quick, sharp smack to your clit directly that has you crying out behind his palm.

“Oh must be the movie, I’m watching. Yeah that one,” he grins, “you know how I love these kinds of things.”

Your eyes widen as you watch him lick a stripe from the edge of his palm to the tips of fingers. His wet hand comes down to spank your pussy and clit hard. You squeal and buck in his lap but can’t pull away. 

“Yeah it gets kinda loud in certain parts,” he spanks your spread open cunt again, “sorry if it’s too loud, honey.”

Your eyes are completely rolled back, eyelashes fluttering and mouth drooling as Leon abuses your sore pussy. It’s getting you wetter than before, the sharp sting fading into that hot, dull throb that’s making you shiver all over. 

Without realizing it, you’ve stopped trying to get away. You’ve arched your hips up just right so when Leon smacks his hand down on your sensitive cunt, he’s really giving it to you. When he does finally pull away, your eyes focus on his with a whine. 

“Yeah? I get it, and the traffic is always so terrible on top of it,” he keeps talking to your mom, like your not grinding your needy cunt on his fat cock. 

It makes you so hot to know that Leon’s fucking you while he’s talking to his wife—your own mom. You feel like such a slut but you can’t deny how it gets you so wet, makes you want to ride Leon hard, maybe even get caught. 

Your walls spasm and clench down on him at that thought making him flinch and bite his lip. 

“Nothing,” he clears his throat, eyes narrowing at you, “movie just got to me for a sec I guess.”

You stop spreading yourself open and drag your nails down his tense stomach, then leaving one hand there you reach around behind you with your free hand to squeeze his balls. 

It’s like you electrocuted him; his hips jump up, stomach trembling under your hand. He’s stifling any noise but you can see in the pinch of his brows that he likes it. You feather your fingertips across the soft skin before gently rolling his balls in your hand. 

“It does sound fun,” his eyes stare into yours, hungry and dark, “maybe we should take a trip out that way then.”

You bite your lip and gently squeeze down on his sack. He bucks up into your pussy even harder. The hand holding onto your hip moves and grabs your hand on his stomach to push it back behind you. He nods downward and you take the hint, moving it to join the other on touching his heavy balls. 

“Yeah, sounds perfect,” he sighs, fully relaxing into the couch.

You can’t really bounce on him in this position, so Leon’s thick cock just stays seated in your pulsing heat as your hands tease and tickle his balls. Using both hands, you can really tell how big and swollen they’ve gotten. You roll them in your hands and feel his cock kick inside your pussy. 

You moan softly, muffled behind his hand still, and keep massaging his soft sack. You start to wonder what it would be like to have them in your mouth, all sensitive and fat on your tongue. You feel yourself dripping down his cock at the thought. 

“I can’t believe they would ask you to do that,” his hand squeezes your thigh hard enough to bruise.

You tug his balls and bounce them in your hand before softly massaging them. Leon raises up into more of a sitting position and roughly pulls you up and off of his cock. You watch dazedly as his dick drools precum down the wet shaft, until he manhandles you down over the armrest of the couch. 

With your back to him, you can only feel as he slides his fat cock back into your pussy, stretching you out so good it makes your hole clench down over and over. 

“Yeah, exactly. Oh? Well okay. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Yeah, mm love you too,” he pulls you flush with his hips, stilling all movement to keep his dick fully inside your cunt. 

He hangs up and tosses the phone to the side. 

“Trying to suck me in, sweetheart? Greedy little pussy needs daddy’s cock that bad?”

He pounds into your sloppy, squelching hole, slick dripping everywhere. The swollen tip of his cock hammers against your g-spot making you scream. 

“Fuck yeah,” he groans with a laugh, “wanna cream that sweet fucking pussy. Get you all dirty so I can eat you out.”

You whine and claw at the couch, clit rubbing against the rough material and edging you closer and closer to orgasm. 

“C’mon baby, don’t you want that? Want me breed that hot cunt? Course you do,” he moves his hands from your hips to each side of your body on the armrest. 

He lowers himself down, using his body weight to hold you in place and box you in, “Should I make you squirt on my cock, sweetheart? Get the couch all dirty?”

You tense up, words slurring, “Daddy, gonna cum, gonna cum.”

He laughs and pinches your side as his hand slips down to your clit. He tugs your hips back just a little and lands a hard spank across your swollen bud. 

You squeal, body trembling, “Daddy!”

“Oh I know,” he mocks, “so rough on your little pussy.”

He smacks you again catching your clit on his wedding ring making you scream as your orgasm rushes over you. Slick drips around his cock as your cunt clamps down on his dick. 

“Fuck,” he growls, hips pistoning harder into your fluttering walls, “good girl, good g— fuck!”

Your cunt milks his cock as he fills you with hot sticky cum. 

“Take it,” he hisses, biting down hard on your shoulder causing you to moan, pussy clamping down even harder on his dick. 

Your crying from how good it feels, hole still gushing slick from his fat cock bullying into your pussy and cumming deep inside you. 

You hiccup a sob as he keeps cumming, rope after rope of hot jizz painting your fluttering walls white. 

“Gonna eat you out after this,” he groans in your ear, “wanna get my mouth on your pussy so bad.”

You whine as he pulls out, cum and slick oozing from your hole to drip all down your thighs and onto the couch. Without moving you, Leon lays on his back and shifts until he’s underneath your splayed legs. 

“Sit on my face, baby,” he guides your hips down, but you hesitate and hover over his mouth. 

“I said,” he growls, “sit on my fucking face.”

With a harsh tug, your cunt presses down on his mouth, squishing his nose against your clit. His mouth opens, tongue eagerly licking into your sensitive pussy. You feel him moan and it makes you rock against his soft lips. 

You grab onto his hair and start riding his face gently as you’re still reeling from that last orgasm. His hands slide from your hips to your thighs to just hold you in place. 

“Daddy,” you moan, “so good, feels—unh.”

You trail off with a whine as he sucks on your pussy lips and nuzzles your clit. He greedily eats the cum out of your messy cunt. Mewling, you press yourself harder on Leon’s face; he groans as you settle further onto his mouth.

He grinds his face against your puffy cunt making you whine louder, clit fat and throbbing with arousal. He rubs his nose against the sensitive bundle of nerves making you buck into the feeling. 

Everything is so sensitive, ramped up to eleven, that you’re cumming on his tongue before you even realize it. 

“D-dadd—dad—,” your spine bows in a perfect curve as Leon laps up all of your creamy slick. 

You’re suspended in that too much feeling as Leon groans and presses even further into your cunt, practically suffocating himself to taste you more. 

When he finally pushes you up and slides out, your legs are too shaky to hold you up. Leon manhandles you to lay with your back against the couch. This time, he kneels over your shoulders, knees now bracketing either side of your head. 

“Open your mouth, baby,” he takes his cock in hand and slaps it against your lips. 

You eagerly loll your tongue out, eyes lidded and hazy. Instead of feeding his cock into your waiting mouth, he pulls it towards his abs to drag his balls across your open mouth. Moaning, you eagerly lick and suck on the salty skin. Your eyes flutter as he dips his balls in and out of your mouth. 

“There we go, suck’em sweetheart,” he mockingly coos down at you, slowly stroking his dick. 

You lick and suck on his sack until it’s coated in your spit, dripping back down on your chin. Moaning, you suck one of his balls in your mouth and work it with your tongue and lips. 

“That’s it, good girl,” he laughs, “god, love having my balls sucked by a pretty girl.”

You let it go with a pop and pull the other one into your hot mouth with a low sigh. Humming in pleasure, you gently suck on the soft skin of his ball while running your tongue all around it. 

“Let me teabag that sweet little mouth,” he growls down at you, pulling off of your mouth to dip his wet sack back down onto your tongue again and again. 

He eventually drags his balls down your chin leaving a trail of spit as he presses the drippy tip of his cock past your swollen lips. 

“Gonna cum in your mouth,” he groans, watching as your lips stretch around his hard cock. 

Tears gather at your lash line as he sinks inch by inch into your hot wet throat. 

“Fuck, gonna cream this little throatpussy,” he grins at you as you moan around his dick, “like that? Mmm it’s gonna feel so good, daddy’s hot cum bathing your slutty throat.”

You whine, reaching down to your sore cunt to rub your clit. 

“You getting off to this?” He chuckles, sliding deeper into your mouth making your throat click when you swallow. 

He pulls out a few inches and sinks back down into you making you moan as he fills your throat. 

“Play with that cute pussy, cum all over your fingers while I fuck your mouth,” he holds your head down so he can fuck down into your spit slick mouth, wet balls smacking your chin. 

You continue to moan as he fucks open your throat, eyes watering when he dips down too far. 

“God, baby, I’m about to cum,” his hips stutter, “gonna swallow, right? Yeah, drink it all up for daddy. Milk my cock as I drain my balls in that tight fucking throat.”

Your fingers circle and rub your clit faster until you’re moaning uncontrollably and cumming, hole clenching down on nothing as slick drips from your pussy. 

With a low groan, Leon eases out until you can only suckle on the fat head of his dick. Hot sticky ropes of cum fill your mouth and the back of your throat; as he slowly sinks further into your mouth, cum drips down the back of your throat making you swallow and milk his throbbing cock. 

Leon pulls out of your mouth, but leaves his swollen tip pressed to your lips, “Clean it up, sweetheart.”

You softly kitten lick the head as he softens against your mouth. After a few moments, he pulls away and sits back on the couch to pull you into his lap. He kisses you, tongue sloppily licking into your mouth. 

“Did so good for me,” he murmurs as he pulls away, “such a good girl.”

“Leon,” you sigh, exhaustion written all over your body, “s’good but ‘m tired.”

“We’ll go lay down, okay?” he coaxes you to stand on wobbly legs and helps you upstairs. 

He guides you, to your surprise, to your own room. 

Before you can question it, he has you both tucked under the covers of your smaller bed, his front pressed all along your back. 

“Daddy,” you whine as he kisses your neck, “why here?”

He laughs in your ear and drops another kiss on your neck, “After we rest, I’m gonna fuck you here, too. Always wanted to make you cry while I rail you in this bed.”

White hot pleasure pulses in your clit and nipples as you roll your hips back.

“Daddy, that’s so dirty!” 

“I know,” he laughs again, “we can even pretend your mom’s home when we do, so you’ll have to be so quiet. Don’t wanna get caught,” he dips his tongue into your ear before kissing the shell. 

You shudder, eyes nearly crossing at the dull throb of want washing over your spent body. 

“But,” he shifts and wraps his arms around your waist, “we need to get some sleep, baby.”

You give a shaky sigh as you nod, “Okay, daddy.”

[aquagirl1978]

Message in a Bottle

A/N: Happy Birthday Silvio Pairing: Silvio Ricci x Reader Prompt: A walk along the beach at sunset Word count: 1113 Tags: fluff

The sand was soft between your toes, the salty air bringing a cool breeze from the ocean. Walking hand in hand, the sun shone brightly as it began its descent towards the horizon. 

Never in all your life, after spending your entire life in Rhodolite – and much of that time working at the bookstore – did you imagine living somewhere else. And never in a million years – after your disastrous first “date” with Silvio –  did you imagine falling in love with Silvio and moving to Benitoite. 

Funny how time changes first impressions, isn’t it?

“Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout in that head of yours?” Silvio asked, playfully tugging on your arm.

“Huh?” You quickly pushed away your thoughts, fearing that he, too, was able to read your mind.

“Ya got that silly lovestruck look on your face,” he pointed out, his hand gesturing at your face. “You’re thinkin’ of me, aren’t ya?” he added, his sly smirk not hiding the reddening blush creeping on his cheeks.

“Absolutely not!” Letting go of his hand, you gently punched his shoulder, pushing him away. “Perish the thought.”

He laughed and reached out, grabbing your hand. You continued walking along the shoreline in silence, enjoying the peaceful serenity of the beach.

You ended up walking so far, you reached a small outcropping of rocks. When you saw a scattering of seashells washed up in the sand, your eyes brightened with excitement. 

“Look at all these shells!” Walking closer to the shells, you wanted to collect some to bring back home as a memory of today.

“Go pick yer shells, I’m fine right over here,” Silvio replied, clearly disinterested in the shells.

Crouching down, your fingers dug in the sand to pick up the shells, hoping to get lucky and find a conch shell or perhaps a starfish.

“Silvio, you should come over here, there’s some really pretty shells!” you called out. Most of the shells were scallop shells or clam shells, but you did find a particularly pretty oyster shell, the inside swirled with creamy white mother-of-pearl, that could serve as a trinket holder. You glanced up to find him waving his hand, walking away from the rocks. And you.

You shrugged your shoulders as you continued your collecting, eager to see what other treasures you might find in the sand. The sun was in the perfect position for its rays to shine so bright in your eyes that you needed to shield them with your hands. This also meant the sun’s rays also highlighted the shells and anything else in the surrounding area. 

Not far away, you spotted something shining bright in the sand. As you approached the object, you noted that it was a small bottle, its glass glittering in the sunlight. You quickly dug it out of the sand, excited to examine its contents. Holding it in your hands, you saw inside the bottle there was what appeared to be a rolled up piece of paper. A thrill ran down your spine as your body shivered with excitement, wondering what was in the bottle. 

Was it a message from long ago from a sailor to his family? Or maybe it was a pirate’s map? Or perhaps it was an encouraging note to whomever found the bottle?

The possibilities were endless. 

Holding the bottle in one hand, you gingerly pulled on the cork stopper with the other hand. Placing the bottle down on the sand, you unrolled the paper, your eyes quickly scanning the words scrawled on the sheet.

Your heart stopped for a moment – the handwriting, you recognized it. You would know it anywhere as it belonged to Silvio. 

If you’re reading this, then you found it. My secret surprise for you. I’m not good with expressing my feelings, so don’t go expectin’ something sappy. 

You glanced up, your eyes welling with tears as you found Silvio off in the distance, the waves gently lapping at his ankles. With his back to you, you were unsure if he had noticed you discovered his bottle. 

I would shower you with a mountain of gifts, more than you have ever seen, to show you my love for you. But I know objects don’t hold much meaning to you, so I thought I’d write you this letter. You can thank that rotten mutt later for this, it was his idea.

Your gaze returned to the message in your hands, your heart pounding in your chest, your face feeling flush as your mind processed the words on the paper.

You’re the only person I’ve ever said this to. But don’t go expectin’ me to say it all the time. But… I love you.

Your eyes flicked up again, desperate to see Silvio. He was still standing in the waves, but this time, you could have sworn he glanced back at you briefly.

I ain’t so good with words. So if ya do happen to find this, don’t bring it up. Okay? It was hard enough to write this on paper, I’m not gonna wanna have a whole conversation about my feelings.

So if ya do find this, instead… ask me to dance with you. That way I’ll know you found it.

With the heel of your palm, you wiped the tears on your face. Shoving the paper in your pocket along with the shells you collected, you ran over to Silvio. 

The water was cool against your skin as you got closer to him.

“Hey,” you called out, grabbing his attention. He turned and looked at you, his face flustered. “You ok?” you asked teasingly, noticing the bright blush adorning his face.

“Me? I’m fine!” he practically shouted back. “Next time, don’t take so long collecting your shells.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Did you miss me, Silvio?”

His handsome face twisted into an angry scowl. “Miss you? Nah. Don’t go putting words in my mouth. It’s just…the water is gettin’ cold.”

Biting your lip, you controlled your urge to continue to torment him. Taking his hand in yours, you gazed into his ocean blue eyes, ready to put an end to his torture. 

“Dance with me?”

Silvio scoffed at your request. “Here? On the beach?”

“Yeah, here on the beach,” you repeated, your eyes fixed on him, wanting to tell him everything you felt reading his letter.

Silvio sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “Fine,” he grumbled. “The things I do to make ya happy.”

He wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling your body so close to his, you could feel the heat radiating from him. As your bodies swayed to the susurration of the waves, you looked up at Silvio, pleased to find a soft smile on his lips.

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chosen watches the Cursor fly away. this time, it doesn't disappear at the top of... whatever must have happened during the fight. maybe from His perspective, the window was very small. that would explain the scale... and anyway, now, it must be fullscreen.

can ALAN see the whole world from out there?

the Cursor flies up, up, up, up, up and away to the little hole chosen poked in the IP address shell. hopefully ALAN won't be mad about that.

little colorful dots climb off of the Cursor, and hop back through the Wi-Fi tunnel.

then the Cursor starts to get bigger. whuh?

no, wait, it's getting closer.

shit. is He mad?????

chosen watches it fly back down, with that strange halting acceleration. going, going, GOING, and slow slow slowing. it takes only three swipes to return to sea level.

the Cursor hovers next to them. they feel themself being watched, but this time they can't watch back; only infer His perspective, from the angle of ALAN's sole limb in the digital world.

they can't help but turn to look where ALAN sees from anyway. empty air. creepy. but turning again, they see the Cursor wiggling gently. a little wave. disturbingly cute.

ALAN scoots the Cursor upward. brings it down. up, and down. up. up?

it takes a second to translate. of course, they can't hear each other, so they both have to infer from context clues.

"Do you want to come with?"

before they can think, they're already shaking their head. "no," i can't.

the Cursor scoots down, hiding much of itself below the cliff they're standing on, only the tip peeking over. somehow it still translates.

sheepishly, "please?"

it could mean several other things. "why not?" or, "okay," or, "im sorry." it could be another invitation to step on, and return to that sanctuary (PRISON PRISON PRISON PRISON PRISON PRISON) over the clouds. chosen doesn't know. they shake their head.

they shake their head, quick, several times.

they refuse it all.

they turn away from ALAN, and jump into the air, arms splayed in a maneuver they've done thousands of times before.

the fire doesn't catch right in their hands. it sputters, blasts too hard on one and not the other, and then shuts off completely.

they've been stupid, just now, and overestimated themself.

they're going to hit the water spinning out of control.

.

and then, they're not.

the Cursor has them by the back.

fear shoots through exhausted limbs. it flows, as it always does, from their core to their head to their fingers, and this time they...

...let it wash through them. excess stress chemicals stopper and fade. nothing is left behind.

the Cursor sets them so, so gently on their feet. they want to crumple and take a nap right now in the dirt, but they desperately don't want to offend His kindness.

still, their body is not cooperative at present, and it loses it for just enough time to trip their balance.

the Cursor is there again for them to lean on.

chosen is blindsided by anger.

why is He still here? shouldn't He be playing with His new pets??

chosen pushes off from the Cursor, hard, so they land a short distance away at the edge of the cliff ledge. they sit in the dirt, pull their knees in tight, and refuse to look at it any more.

waves sploosh against the rocks, one after the other.

the bay is a relatively calm offshoot of the local sea. too rough for normal swimmers; the perfect private spot for a pair of HI-PWR hollowheads.

green flashbangs fire in their memory. they squeeze their eyes shut, then open them, afraid of seeing something worse left alone with their imagination.

one after the other, waves sploosh against the rocks.

chosen peeks over their shoulder.

the Cursor is still there.

it doesn't fit into the landscape at all. it hovers with a distinct anxiety, too nervous to move a single pixel, yet aching to do something. as chosen looks back, it shifts a little closer- then quickly moves back to its original spot. the picture of, "nonthreatening." on another day, chosen would laugh at it.

they wave their hand in a repetitive motion. "shoo! go home."

the Cursor returns to peeking over the top of the ledge. it doesn't budge.

"GO HOME!" chosen gestures more sharply at the sky to the tunnel that leads to that place where no one would know where they'd gone and they might be (not not not not not not) safe. they feel nothing.

then He does something different. it's the same up, down, up, down gesture, but this time at an angle. chosen traces it along the cliffside, right to... the top. it's-

He's offering a ride to the top.

not all the way up to His domain.

just a lift to stable ground.

just to help.

a little nothing something.

just for them.

all thoughts leave their brain.

whatever this is, is

unfathomable.

they nod, once, outside of themself. why not?

the Cursor darts to attention- remembers itself- and moves in, slowly.

chosen gathers enough wits to stop it before it can click their back again.

to their relief, it complies.

they climb aboard its upper slope.

each movement is precisely calculated to hide signs of weakness.

it's warm to the touch on the black surfaces, like a rock under the sun. it's............

... nice.

when they're settled, ALAN moves the Cursor up the slightest bit - maybe ten pixels. "Ready?"

the way He treats them like such a fragile thing is starting to feel weird.

chosen grips the Cursor and spits a small burst of fire towards the loose rocks. "get a move on!"

and so, He does. He pilots the Cursor (smoothly, carefully) up over the cliff, then down, settling it as close to the grass as it can go without touching.

chosen slides off the slope.

the Cursor recoils back into the air. it hangs there, motionless, anxious again.

or maybe they're projecting.

whatever.

waves sploosh against the rocks, far below, quieter now. it's so quiet away from the trees. exposed. they should probably get out of here.

chosen stands on the cliffside.

the Cursor hovers in the air.

...

their peripheral vision detects it rapidly changing shape, and draws their head to follow the motion.

the Cursor is flipping between different Flash tools; Box, Hand, Line, Transform. it stops at, Text.

then ALAN types something into a floating text box.

[Im sorry]

so that is what he was trying to say earlier.

or maybe it wasn't, and this is only what he's trying to say, now.

or maybe

maybe chosen is far too tired for any of this.

they're tired, and they hurt, everywhere, and of course dark had to be late to lunch AGAIN for his stupid fucking secret surprise project, so chosen had to go fetch him, and now-

-is that-?

they reach up, and pluck ALAN's apology out of the sky.

the Cursor twitches, but doesn't intervene, as they tear it into its individual charset characters, piece by piece, and lay them in the grass.

when they're finished, they pick up the 's,' and stuff it in their mouth.

it's Times New fucking Roman.

a shot of savoury-sweet explodes on their tongue in singular taste, the way only charset can.

they eat both 'r's and the 'o' before slowing down.

the 'm' and 'I' are fine, but it's the 'y' that gives them pause.

they snap off its tail, and are left with a 'v.' TNR is nicely modular like that.

the 'v,' they hold up to ALAN (still lurking overhead).

the Cursor wiggles incomprehensibly.

chosen waves the 'v,' pointing at it for extra emphasis.

He scrolls back to the Text Tool, and chosen nods.

He summons a second 'v.'

chosen grabs it. now they have two 'v's: this is the moment of truth.

chosen holds up both of them, one next to the other, so they look like a-

ALAN types a 'w' into the text box.

chosen nods rapidly!

they toss the 'v's to the side.

then, they gesture at the 'w' - without taking it - and widen their hands, vertically.

it's quiet while ALAN thinks, in that unknown dimension outside of the screen.

He deletes the 'w,' and types a 'W' - and not just one, either. He summons a whole mess of them, overflowing onto several new lines of the text box!

chosen leaps at the wall of charset as though afraid it's a mirage. they crash through, landing in a pile of the things, and seize a 'W' from the air.

they bite from the left-hand leg where the ascender is thickest.

it's unspeakably delicious. it's been too long since they've had their favorite food. they've had a terrible morning, and a horrible afternoon, and it's all over and done with and noo- and ALAN brought them TNR again-

right now, He's copying ever more 'W's, pasting batches in the text box and chipping them off with the Cursor. it looks like manufacturing hard candy. chosen wants to laugh again.

they also want to cry, really, really hard.

later.

chosen chews their 'W' and hopes pathetic weeping isn't rendered on ALAN's screen.

and the Cursor works away, chipping, chipping, chipping, until a real pile forms in the clearing by the cliff over the bay.

...

eventually, the authorities will rise from their asses and come investigate the source of the explosion. the burnt trench leading directly from the brand new caldera to this cliffside, where a conspicuous amount charset is piled would be a dead giveaway of something going on. chosen will stash it somewhere under the trees or something, later. they don't care right now.

ALAN does.

[Will you be okay?]

it's odd.

chosen plucks out the extra 'W,' tosses it in their pile, and simply knocks down the rest so only, [okay] remains.

the Cursor sways gently. He deletes his message, then re-types, [okay.]

...

[If you need anything you can use The]- He halts, and carefully deletes the capital T.

[you can use the console again. To reach me.]

chosen nods, not knowing how.

[okay]

...

there's nothing left to say.

ALAN switches back to the Cursor.

chosen stands up from the grass.

He moves to leave.

they stay still.

He moves a little further, then stops.

wiggles.

waving goodbye.

waiting for their response.

what a strange creature.

chosen waves back, this time. so He'll go away.

[tolietpaperdreams]

Hysteria Final Chapter! (Hartbreak)

It’s finally here! This is it! It’s been so fun to write this story, I can’t believe it’s finally done 🫶🏻 Thank you so much to everyone that has stuck with it since the beginning, this is actually my first completed multi-chapter fic and I feel super accomplished.

Thank you all for reading and enjoying it means the world!

Here’s your tooth-rottingly sweet finale <3

The day of the pay-per-view was here. Bret felt good about it. He’d trained to his best ability and the match was mapped to the umpteenth degree. There was nothing else to do except maintain his readiness.

The build-up had been fantastic, Shawn was as charismatic as ever. He was so over with the fans that every time Bret went to speak on the mic he was booed to the point of silence. Bret couldn't even be mad, it meant he was doing his job.

That morning at the hotel. Bret woke Shawn up with sweet kisses all over his face; he wanted to make sure his partner felt nothing but support.

“Mmph…” Shawn scrunched his eyes closed and tried to bury his face back into the pillow.

Bret nibbled on Shawn’s earlobe in response, earning another tired groan from the blonde.

“Lemme sleep,” Shawn half-heartedly pushed Bret away, to no avail.

“C’mon, we’ve gotta get to the arena early today,” Bret placed one more kiss on Shawn’s cheek and added a playful pat to his ass.

Shawn whined again, pulling the extra pillow over his face while Bret stood and stretched.

“Dramatic ass…” Bret huffed under his breath, earning a pillow thrown straight to his face.

“Am not,” Shawn sat up, his hair sticking up in every direction and the sleep still in his eyes.

“Do you want breakfast or not?” Bret chucked the pillow right back but Shawn got lucky and caught it.

The blonde shook his head, “I’ll figure something out there.”

“Alright, well get up, we’re leaving in fifteen,” Bret said as he threw a t-shirt on.

“Jesus- okay, you're so bossy,” Shawn grumpily stood, his back stiff.

At the arena, they stalled backstage with each other. Shawn would have to go do his pre-show ritual with Hunter and the guys and Bret would do his with his friends. They probably wouldn't see each other till the match, but it was for the best.

Most people backstage knew they were a ‘thing’ but it was better not to raise eyebrows before a pay-per-view. Shawn had gotten quiet on the ride over, and Bret could tell the nerves were starting to get to him.

Bret felt his own version of pre-show nerves, but it wasn't about his performance, it was about how he was going to make Shawn look out there. There was a bit of sadness in dropping the title, but he had gotten over that. He needed to put Shawn over, that's what mattered.

“You feeling okay?” Bret asked, hiking his gym bag higher up on his shoulder.

Shawn nodded while fidgeting with his hands, “I’m fine, just a little nervous.”

Bret leaned in and placed a soft kiss to Shawn’s lips, “You’re The Show Stopper, remember?” He titled Shawn's chin up with a finger.

They hadn't discussed Shawn’s confession over the phone a few days ago. Bret wanted to when he first saw Shawn after their few days off, but he’d been shut down. Shawn acted like everything was normal which threw Bret off entirely. How could he just confess that he was in love with Bret and then act like nothing happened?

He was beginning to wonder if he had misheard Shawn, but he’d worry about it later. After tonight, Shawn would be champion, and they had all the time in the world to figure life out as it came at them.

The look of affection in Shawn’s eyes made him melt. Bret was so wrong about Shawn initially- he was someone who felt his emotions fully and wore them on his sleeve. Shawn wasn't perfect by any means, but he was perfect for Bret.

Bret who was calm, cool, and collected- Bret who couldn't talk to people without stumbling over his words. He needed someone like Shawn to bring him out of his shell. It was a balance he’d never known before.

Shawn nodded, the confidence slowly coming back to him, “I know.”

“Good,” Bret gave him one last kiss while they were still hidden from peaking eyes, “I’ll see you out there.”

The rest of the day went by quickly. Both Bret and Shawn were so busy with media interviews and pre-show prep that by the time Bret was warming up, the show had already started.

Owen and Jim had their own tag match to worry about and Davey was technically ‘barred from ringside’ which of course meant he’d interrupt the match at the worst possible moment, hopefully causing the LOD their tag titles. Bret didn't know the outcome and he didn't want to, he still liked to suspend his disbelief and enjoy wrestling for what it was.

He was backstage alone, watching the monitor and waiting for his time to hit gorilla. He went over the match in his head while he waited, the belt laid across his lap. The bright gold contrast with the black leather always caught his eye.

Bret was proud of his time as champion, he was a fighting champion, someone who earned his spot. The feeling was bittersweet; he would miss being at the top but his time was up. That's how this company worked. Shawn deserved it more than anyone Bret could think of, besides maybe his little brother, but that was a fight he wouldn't dare get in the middle of.

The belt would look so good in Shawn’s hands, Bret couldn't wait to see the smile on his face when he held it up for the first time. He ran his fingers across the gold plate, admiring its shine. There would be other chances for him to get the belt back, it was a competition, and that part never stopped. It took Bret too much time to realize he could be happy either way.

After a while, Bret eventually got restless and left the locker room. He’d be early to gorilla but that way he’d get to see Owen and the guys after their match.

There were still plenty of monitors for Bret to watch the match. Owen, as always, was a spitfire in the ring. He was fast and athletic as hell; a wonder to watch. It wasn't long before Davey interfered and Owen got the pin.

Bret was ecstatic, for a brief moment in time the Hart Foundation would be covered in championships. However short that time was going to last didn't matter; the moment Owen, Jim, and Davey appeared they were all smiles and sweaty hugs.

“Proud of you, little brother,” Bret gave Owen a rough pat on the shoulder and ruffled his blonde hair like he was a kid again.

Owen was beaming, “You get out there and kick some ass, big brother.”

“Always do,” Bret winked and gave Jim and Davey their congratulations before they headed backstage.

It would be a few more minutes till Bret’s music hit. He needed to focus again. It was go-time; he ran over important parts of the match in his head while he stayed warm. Before long, the boss came over to wish him good luck with a tight nod and a look in his eye that said ‘you know what to do.’

Bret’s music hit the speakers and he took in the roar of the crowd. Taking one last deep breath, he slung the title over his shoulder, lowered his sunglasses, and walked out. Bret took it all in, the fans reaching out to touch him, the bright lights- he relished in the rewards of his hard work.

As he made his way down the aisle, he stopped to give a little girl his sunglasses, she was jumpy and giddy with excitement. That was always one of the best parts of his job. After that, Bret climbed into the ring and held the title up one last time.

The music dimmed along with the lights. Bret handed the belt to a staff member, mentally parting ways, and stood in the corner as he waited for Shawn’s music to play.

It could have been ten seconds or thirty minutes and Bret wouldn't have known the difference, but his heart rate began to spike the moment that iconic entrance began. He was expecting something extravagant like Shawn coming down from the rafters or sneaking up on him from behind, but the blonde made his appearance from the top of the ramp.

Shawn was all hips and confidence as he swaggered down the aisle, white tassels swinging every which way. God, he looked good. He always did, but it was Shawn’s confidence that dragged Bret in even further.

Bret kept his face as neutral as possible, he had to act like he was indifferent to Shawn, or like he was better than him. Which wouldn't have been hard to do a few months ago, but since everything had changed, all Bret wanted to do was admire his partner.

They finally made eye contact when Shawn stepped into the ring. It wasn’t easy keeping the smile off his face, but Bret managed, even as he secretly admired the way Shawn shimmied off his ring gear. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but he could’ve sworn Shawn threw a wink or two in there.

As the music died down and the lights came up, the ref made sure they were both ready and soon the bell rang. Bret’s mind shifted; it was time to go to work.

They circled each other for a bit, building tension for the crowd before starting with the standard lockup.

“You look nervous Hitman,” Shawn teased.

“In your dreams, Michaels,” Bret replied as he used his momentum to sling Shawn into the ropes.

The blonde bounced back, aiming for a clothesline that Bret dodged last second. They played this cat-and-mouse game for a while; one of them running the ropes and the other evading. Things were going smoothly so far.

The playful banter also continued. Specifically, the first pinfall when Shawn practically had Bret’s knees over his shoulders. He swiftly kicked out on two.

“You should let me see you like that more often,” Shawn whispered in Bret’s ear, pulling him back to his feet.

“Maybe if you play nice,” Bret got out before being slammed into the turnbuckle.

The match was starting to heat up, the crowd was into it. Different chants could be heard throughout the arena, and it was time to start building to the bigger spots. It was Bret’s turn to counter.

Shawn ran at him full speed from the opposite side of the ring right into a spinebuster. Bret got the cover, but of course, Shawn kicked out.

“Usually, you let me hold you down,” Bret said as he caught his breath for a moment.

Chest heaving, Shawn turned on his side so his mouth was mostly covered from the crowd, “Usually, I get something out of it.”

Bret stood slow and grabbed Shawn by the hair, making it look like he was yanking the blonde up by the hair, “That’s not very nice.”

Shawn’s eyes were squeezed together as he feigned pain, “I thought you like when I talk back?”

“Only if I get something out of it,” Bret let go of Shawn’s hair and swung him into the ropes, throwing the blonde over his shoulder when he came back.

After a few elbow drops and more failed pin-falls, Shawn sent Bret over the top rope, crashing into the barricade. Fans reached to touch him and cheer him on, but Bret had to shake off the fog that overcame his mind. He hadn’t hit his head, but something had shifted.

He sat up slowly, favoring his right shoulder, and took in the sight of Shawn in the ring. He was on top of the world; the crowd cheering him on as he taunted, everything about him was a superstar. As he watched Shawn sprint from the other side of the ring and barrel towards him from over the top rope, Bret realized something.

He was in love.

Shawn’s weight hit him with a thud and the crowd lost it.

How ironic for Bret to realize he was in love while said individual was beating the shit out of him. It just made too much sense; their relationship hadn’t been conventional from the start. Why start now?

Loving Shawn was so simple yet entirely complicated. If the last few months had taught Bret anything, it was that life threw curveballs at you when you least expected it. Going from hating Shawn’s guts to not being able to breathe without him was something he had never expected, but it felt so right.

They were two opposite ends of the spectrum that balanced each other out, the final two puzzle pieces to fit it all together. It was never about the belt, it was about Bret letting go of control, and Shawn gave him that ability. To accept. Shawn had just realized it before him.

The match continued and Bret was more than happy to play along. Their in-ring styles complemented each other perfectly, and this could easily become one of Bret’s favorite matches of all time. Even if he was biased.

Bret rolled back into the ring after leaving Shawn on the ground from a brutal suplex. They were getting near the finale, but first Bret had to show off a little bit.

He waited for Shawn in the corner of the ring, making it look like he was exhausted to the crowd. In reality, the adrenaline could keep him going for much longer, but he’d save that energy for later.

Shawn finally stood and trudged his way into the ring, the crowd impatient for more action. Bret waited for his cue and threw Shawn to the ring floor. He looked to the crowd and called for the Sharpshooter.

After that, things got fuzzy again for Bret. The roaring of the crowd was coming in and out, and the only thing he could really feel was the weight of Shawn’s legs as he turned the blonde over and locked in the submission move.

The ref was practically bouncing back and forth between the two of them, seeing if Shawn would tap or if Bret would give. He could hear Shawn’s groans of agony through the fog, but he’d never remember how long he held the Sharpshooter for.

The next thing he knew, he was being rolled over into a pinfall and kicked out at the last second. Shawn had reversed his move. Bret faced the opposite direction and stood, preparing himself for what was coming next.

He could hear the stomps of Shawn’s boots on the ring and the crowd getting louder along with it. This was it. Bret turned and was met with Sweet Chin Music.

He landed on the ground with a thunderous noise and Shawn was quick to cover him.

“Thank you,” Shawn whispered.

One. Two. Three.

The bell rang and it was over. Shawn’s music hit and the crowd was on their feet.

Bret didn't say anything but gave Shawn’s hand a reassuring squeeze. He’d be able to say anything he wanted to soon enough.

They announced Shawn as the winner and new champion over the speakers and Bret knew that was his cue to head back up the ramp. He rolled out of the ring and slowly backed away. The look of Shawn celebrating was a beautiful picture; his boyhood dream came true. It had all been worth it.

It reminded Bret of the first time he held that belt in his hands, it was a feeling unlike any other, but it wasn't about him. This moment was about Shawn, and he’d give the man he loved that time. As he continued backing up the ramp, a few fans shouted their dismay, but it all blended together.

The last thing he saw before turning to head backstage was Shawn holding the belt up to the crowd and drinking in their approval.

Once backstage, he was greeted with handshakes and pats on the back from everyone; Owen, Davey, and Jim goaded about how technical the match had been. Owen was jumping with excitement, not yet coming down from his own match. Even Kevin, Scott, and Kid gave their approval.

Hunter approached him last, “Amazing match.”

Bret gestured toward the ramp entrance, “It was all him.”

“Maybe he brings out the best in you,” Hunter offered.

Bret didn't even have to think about it, “Maybe he does.”

He gave Hunter a pat on the shoulder and then headed further backstage for water and a towel. As he waited for Shawn, he caught his breath and savored a minute of alone time. His mind was starting to clear when he saw Shawn finally enter the back.

The blonde was immediately swarmed with people congratulating him and making him take pictures. Bret almost laughed to himself, he could tell Shawn wanted to get away but such was the life of a champion. The blonde was at least excited to see his friends, including Bret’s half.

A moment later, their eyes met, and Shawn’s smile grew wide. He ran towards Bret, the title falling from his shoulder halfway, and jumped into his arms causing them to spin around. Bret held on tight, squeezing Shawn in his arms.

“Congrats, baby,” Bret’s voice was muffled by Shawn’s shoulder.

“Bret, it was incredible,” Shawn practically squealed before Bret set him down.

Shawn pulled him into a kiss and if Bret was sure before, he was positive now. There was no doubt in his mind that Shawn was meant to be his and vice versa; in the most insane way, they fit together.

“Shawn,” Bret pulled back for a moment, trying to find his words.

All this time, the fighting, the drama- it was all to get here. It was all so Bret could finally dig down into the depths of his soul to figure out how to love someone and let someone love him in return. Bret squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, leaning his forehead against Shawn’s. The words were there, he just had to say them. Three words that he hoped Shawn already knew. It took everything in him, but he’d die trying before he gave up.

Bret pulled back to look Shawn in the eyes, those sparkling blue eyes that were so full of life, “I love you.”

Before Shawn could respond Bret had the sudden will to continue, “I love you. I love your laugh, I love your smile, I love your friends, the way your nose crinkles when you try to read something from far away but you refuse to get glasses. I love how you snore and the way you-”

Shawn shut him up with a kiss; one that said everything that needed to be said between them. They were by no means perfect, but Bret was looking forward to every step of the way with the man he loved.

Bret moved to grab Shawn’s belt from the ground, “Less than ten minutes as the champion and you're already losing this thing.”

“That’s what I have you for, right?” Shawn took the title and threw it over his shoulder, “To remember my stuff and carry my bags?”

Bret huffed a laugh at the blonde’s teasing and took Shawn’s hand in his own, “Take me home, champ.”

***

*EPILOGUE*

*A few months later*

Bret hated his birthday. All it did was remind him that he was one year older and that his body hurt more and more every day, but Shawn insisted on celebrating. The last thing he wanted was a big party, which had been Shawn’s initial plan, so they settled on inviting Bret’s family over for dinner.

In the last few months, Shawn had been staying with Bret in Calgary whenever they had time off work, but they hadn’t yet discussed the idea of moving in together. That was still a little ways down the road, and they were both content with where their relationship stood for the moment. It was nice to be excited about time off instead of just anticipating getting back on the road.

The dinner was nice, Bret hadn't wanted anything fancy so they settled on Italian and Shawn turned out to be quite the chef. Owen and his family were there along with a bunch of their other siblings and their families. Shawn was a natural with all of Bret’s nieces and nephews, which in turn earned him a side-eye and a smile from one of his sisters.

“Absolutely not,” Bret nearly choked.

They hadn’t even been together for six months let alone had the thought of children. That was something they could discuss in ten years, maybe five if they were feeling spry. Bret knew she was doing it to tease him but that was something his sister couldn't torture out of him right now.

Shawn had to practically beg Bret to let him get a cake, but eventually, he agreed. If anything it was for the kids to eat, at least that's what Bret told himself until Shawn cut him a giant piece after everyone embarrassed him with that stupid ‘Happy Birthday’ song.

“It’s your birthday, you don't have to be so strict about your diet,” Shawn gave him a peck on the cheek and set the plate in front of him.

Bret didn't mean to be so grumpy, but sometimes that was just his disposition and he was very fortunate to have so many people who loved him despite it.

“Thanks, babe,” He gave Shawn a smile.

The cake was amazing and Bret knew he might have overindulged when he ended up on the couch with a hand on his stomach because of how full he was. He looked at Shawn in the kitchen and waved him over.

“One sec!” Shawn set down whatever he was doing and gestured for Owen to follow him.

Bret watched his brother and boyfriend leave out the front door with a confused look on his face. Whatever they were up to was obviously not good, but Bret didn't have the energy to bother getting up.

One second turned into thirty minutes and now Bret was starting to get a little concerned. Everyone else seemed fine, though. So there wasn't much that he could do.

Eventually, Owen burst through the door with a grin on his face, “We’re back!”

“Where did you guys go?” Bret furrowed his brow.

“Nun ya,” Owen replied and jumped over the edge of the couch to take a seat like the big kid he was.

Shawn eventually appeared with a medium-sized gift box in his arms; it was wrapped in blue wrapping paper with a giant purple bow on top. Bret should have known what to expect when he told Shawn he didn't want any gifts.

“Everything else is in Owen’s car, but this is the most important one,” Shawn said giddily as he sat next to Bret.

“What do you mean everything else?” Bret pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You’ll see,” Shawn grinned and set the box on Bret’s lap, “Don’t shake it, it’s fragile.”

Bret looked around the room as his family waited for him to open up the box; the kids were even more eager to see what was inside.

Before he could even notice the holes on the top, the box moved. It took a moment for Bret to register what that meant.

“Shawn,” Bret said deadpan, giving the blonde a look of disbelief.

“Open it,” Shawn nudged him with an elbow.

“Shawn, if there's a live animal in he-”

Bret was interrupted by the tiniest squeak he had ever heard in his life. He sighed and took the lid off the box.

So much for his hard exterior, because the moment Bret laid eyes on the tiny black and white kitten in the box, he melted.

“I don't- How did-” Bret tried but quickly shut himself up and reached into the box to pick up the kitten.

There was a little makeshift purple collar on the kitten’s neck that was decorated with flowers and Bret couldn't help but recognize them.

“Isn’t she perfect?” Shawn leaned his head on Bret’s shoulder and gave the kitten a scratch, “She’s been staying at Owen’s since I picked her out. We had to run back to his place to go grab her.”

Bret was still at a loss for words. The kitten was already playing with his fingers like she owned the place. Which she absolutely already did.

“All the supplies are in the car,” Shawn added, “I think she likes you, already.”

The kitten let out another tiny meow and rubbed her face against Bret’s hand. His hand that dwarfed this tiny creature.

“We’ll work on your roar later,” Bret smiled and scratched her chin, “Does she have a name?”

The blonde looked up at Bret and then back to the kitten, “Not yet, but I think I have a good idea.”

Bret raised a brow, “Oh?”

Shawn snuggled into Bret’s side and let out a very content sigh, “I was thinking Orchid.”

[rottenpumpkin13]

I love how in majority of your posts, the boys are hanging out in Angeal's office like that's their spot

That's because Angeal's office usually smells like cinnamon and apple, probably due to a scented candle burning away at some corner. There's small plants and succulents by the window, as well as a miniature, green watering can with drawing of a frog Angeal painted when he was a child. He has a lollipop jar on his desk that he makes sure is always full, so that whoever comes in can grab one. There's an old jukebox tucked away in a corner that he got at the flea market in the slums. When there isn't much to do, you can hear rock music and indie folk tunes playing from his office. It's definitely the messiest office, but only because it's so lived in. There's a fluffy blanket on the worn, leather couch that's filled with pillows, as well as a hoodie Genesis left there three weeks ago. Sephiroth's favorite books are on the coffee table, as is a theraputic coloring book Angeal got him that Sephiroth insists he never uses. But Angeal keeps a box of colored pencils on top of it anyway, and never makes mention of the color slowly filling its pages. He's just glad Sephiroth is using it. Genesis got him an electric kettle he also keeps on the coffee table, right by a basket of different tea bags, each one catered to his friends' tastes. Of course there's a neat collection of mugs there too, including one Zack made for him during a pottery class. There's black tea for Gen, chamomile for Sephiroth, and anise tea for Zack (it calms his nerves). The shelves in his office are filled with colorful trinkets and action figures, the type he could never afford as a child. There's a conch shell Sephiroth got him from a mission to Costa a few months ago that he uses as a book stopper. There's a humidifier shaped like the full moon on his desk. It lights up in different colors, but he makes sure it's usually bright yellow because that's what makes him happy. Angeal never shuts his office door, preferring to keep it open at all times. He says it's easier for people to find him, and claims a shut door is unwelcoming.

So I guess the reason everyone flocks to Angeal's office is because it feels safe, like him.

[aib-au-official]

Introducing: the Mockfest

A Splatfest on Tumblr!

Okay so it's not actually that much of a Splatfest so much as it is for me to write silly banter between idols, draw stuff, and then let y'all vote on pointless questions. But I'm having fun with it, so now it's a thing here.

The Shell-Stoppers

Art gifted by @ratflamt

An up-and-coming trio of octoling siblings who rose up from underground to the streets of Inkopolis Square, and later Splatsville. The band consists of main vocalist Emily ("Hachi"), sound mixer Coral ("DJ Bub-L-Gum"), and instrumentalist Elliot ("MintyFresh"), who— rumor has it— are somehow connected to another pop duo: Off the Hook. While the Shell-Stoppers themselves have never achieved true "idol" status, they have somewhat of a following and host a series of "online Splatfests", or Mockfests, in their spare time; nothing huge (they don't want to take the attention away from Deep Cut and the real splatfests, but playful little polls on generally unimportant topics— complete with funny discussions, as they each defend their choice before opening up the vote.

How this works:

Each poll will be open for 7 days

You may reblog and comment if you have something to add to the discussion, but please keep it civil and relevant to the topic at hand

Team propaganda is allowed if so desired (if that's your thing)

Winning team gets one piece of artwork relating to the theme

Simple, right? You're welcome to organize a group of friends and do some actual splatting for it, too, by all means. I just am not going to organize anything myself.

Also taking suggestions for future Mockfest themes!!!

Now let's waste our time 👍

[kjpurplepineapple]

[coochellati]

Non-kinky things Bruno can do with his stand that I want to mention:

He can zip off someone’s hair.

He can unzip the shell of an egg.

He can hide noise makers in someone’s furniture by unzipping the furniture.

He can cause structural damage to your home by leaving carpenter ants in your walls.

My house when structural damage occurs because someone put carpenter ants in my walls

HAAAAHAHAAH I LOVE HOW SPECIFIC THAT LAST ONE IS !!!!! Also the noisemaker one is evil!!

HAhaha. Whew. Okay—not gonna lie, Sticky Fingers would be the best stand for day-to-day use. (Besides Heaven’s Door and the time stoppers—Honestly, they’re all neck-and-neck.)

The ability to create zippers would make your life so much more convenient. For instance, imagine you’re having a bad day and you need to just take a quick break to cry—you could crawl into a wall and calm yourself down.

Hiding something extremely important? Put it in your arm.

Locked yourself out? No worries, you’ve got Sticky Fingers. (Doors are no longer a barrier—you can now traverse through walls.

Evil use: you could open people’s mail without anyone ever being able to tell you read it.

Bruno’s stand would make my life so much easier—I think that’s a big reason why I love Sticky Fingers so much. (Besides the fact that it belongs to Bruno Bucciarati.)

thanks for the ask! <3

[mrs-snape5984]

„I hope, I’ll always have you in my mind, so that I know to find you every time.“

„Put your head on my chest, that’s your safe place. We‘ll fall deeper in love every day. From life unto life and for always.“ („Soul Mate“ by Flora Cash)

There’s something in my current life, that came hand in hand with my disease ME/CFS…slowly creeping into my fibres…infecting my mind with sadness. It’s loneliness, that I’m talking about. Overwhelming, crushing, suffocating loneliness.

Before this cruel bitch of a disease put a stopper in my life, as I knew it from before, I haven’t been healthy, either. But neither my severe Colitis Ulcerosa, nor the other few sicknesses and disabilities had achieved to break me the way, ME/CFS broke me!

What’s left, is only a shell of myself…a sad shadow of the woman, I’ve been prior to today. Where did the intelligent, sassy, witty and caring person go to, when she disappeared so insidiously from my personality? On some days, I still get a little glimpse of her, when I’m talking to my beloved friends @vulnus-sanare, @preciousthelmadonna or my bestie Miri, who often just “enjoys” sitting beside me in my dark room…embraced by silence and darkness. These tiny jiffies, when I’m recognising my previous character…my true nature, even though it’s only for a brief time, I’m feeling a little less anxious…a little less worthless.

But sadly, these moments become more rare with each new PEM crash of my disease (PEM = Post-exertional malaise = worsening of symptoms after certain activities). It feels as if I’m fading away from life…I’m fading away from other people’s lives as well as from my own.

Since I can’t leave my dark room - and most of the time even my bed - I’m not capable of joining social gatherings anymore. It’s impossible for me to endure listening to more than one person at once, so even my three kids have to “visit” me one after the other in my chamber. There are days, when I can’t even reply to messages from others, just because screen time is killing me.

All the more, I’m grateful for these few friends, who stay with me, no matter how silent I am, because they make me feel worthier and loved. And yet, I’m afraid of not being able to give them the same amount of support in return…due to the restrictions of my cruel reality, which are confining me.

So, there are many days, which I’m spending in total gloominess and silence with nothing but solitude surrounding me. And even if I’d be capable of sending text or audio messages (since I can’t type them out properly sometimes), I often hold myself back from reaching out to these understanding friends…only because I don’t want to be a burden to them.

I commissioned the lovely artist @hannisimp for this beautiful piece of art. Lin, you gave me exactly, what I needed with this tender artwork of yours. You gave me the feeling of being less alone. Severus accompanies me for 21 years now. He’s the safe haven, the comfort blanket, which I’m clinging to so desperately! My dear, I can’t stress enough, how grateful I am for your fine art. You made the love and the trust between Severus and my - oh, so self-inserted - OC Jules become palpable. There are no words to express my gratitude, so I just stay with these: Thank you for everything, my friend! Thank you for your talent, your kindness and each of your messages. I won’t ever take these things for granted.

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

[noctivagant-corvid]

FLOATIE PARADE - FULL COVER @not3catsinatrenchcoat @a-roach-in-the-limelight

When I was a young bouy My father told my i was bouyant a floatie pool toy man He said, "Son, when you blow up Would you be the savior of the pin-popped The deflated and the canned?" He said, "Will you defeat them? Your holes, and all the non-tubers The plans that they have made?" "Because one day, I'll leave you a airless shell To lead you in the floating To join the lazy river

When I was a young bouy My father told me i was bouyant a floatie pool toy man

He said, "Son, when you blow up Would you be the savior of the pin-popped The deflated and the canned?"

Sometimes I get the feelin' She's floatin' over me And other times I feel like I should sink And through it all, the bob and flow The airless in the river And when you're popped, we want you all to know

We'll float on, we'll float on And though you're popped and torn, believe me Your memory will float on

We'll float on And in my stopper, I can't contain it The anthem won't explain it

A current that sends you reelin’ From decimated floats Your pins and edges will kill us all So paint it black and take it back Let's shout it loud and clear Defiant to the end, we hear the call

To float on, we'll float on And though you're popped and torn, believe me Your memory will float on

We'll float on And though you're deflating and careening Your weary widow marches

On and on, we float through the fears Oh, ah, ha Disappointed faces of your peers Oh, ah, ha Take a look at me, 'cause I could not care at all

Do or pop, you'll never make me Because the world will never take my air Go and try, you'll never deflate me We want it all, we wanna play this part

I won't explain or say I'm sorry I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my tape Give a cheer for all the popped Listen here, because it's who we are

Just a floatie, I'm not a hero Just a bouy, who had to sing this song Just a floatie, I'm not a hero I don't care

We'll float on, we'll float on And though you're popped and torn, believe me Your memory will float on

You'll float on And though you're deflated and careening Your weary widow marches, oh

Do or pop, you'll never make me Because the world will never take my air Go and try, you'll never deflate me We want it all, we wanna play this part (we'll float on) Do or pop, you'll never make me (we'll float on) Because the world will never take my air (we'll float on) Go and try, you'll never deflate me (we'll float on) We want it all, we wanna play this part (we'll float on!)