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I'm gonna be real, sick of seeing tdick fear mongering and hate. I, for one, want to suck that cock sloppy style until spits running down my face and my cheeks are red and tear stained.

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*jerk you off cutely*

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Kinktober day 1 ! Except im late!

Guapoduo Pillow humping heat cycles short thing :P

Full oneshot under the cut for those that dont use AO3!

It's not uncommon for Cellbit to wake up drenched in his own sweat, struggling against the thick comforter that Roier loves so much and kicking it to the end of the bed. Rather than clouded with a nightmare induced panic, one that usually has him waking up like he was doused in cold water and shaking with adrenaline, no, instead his consciousness is slow moving and warm. His mind is hazy, thoughts dripping down the back of his mind like honey until one makes contact with the back of his throat, forcing the answer from his dry tongue. 

“Roier…” His hand stretches out to the place where his husband lays, making contact with his back, skin cold in comparison to his own. “Roier… Heat…”

Only when he says the word does the situation fully register in his brain. For a man so quick to problem-solve, his own problems often escape him. Having disliked his hybrid nature so fiercely until recently, it completely slipped his mind that his body would eventually decide it was mating season here on the island. Unfortunately for his body, Cellbit was indifferent to sex on a good day but today… Today was not a good day. The thought of engaging in actual sex with someone, even his husband, was enough to make his skin crawl. Even with the protests of his mind, his body only wanted one thing. 

Calm down Cellbit, this isn’t the first time you’ve dealt with this. He tries to reassure himself but with his ever increasing wakefulness brings more and more heat to his skin and clouds out his thoughts. 

The grounding surface of Roier’s back had begun to shift during his internal assessment. Soon the soothing presence of his mate- no, his husband drew closer and a strong hand scratched at the ears buried in his brown curls. As Cellbit’s vision finally focused, four eyes blinked back at him with caution. 

“Gatinho… are you okay? Did you have another nightmare or,” Roier cuts himself off. Cellbit’s feverish state wasn’t the same as the usual nightmare results, that much Roier could tell. His suspicions are confirmed when he traces his hand down Cellbit’s arm in search of his hand to hold only to be greeted with a wobbly moan at the contact. All four eyes widen as the pieces click together in his mind. “Heat.” The word is said plainly but truthfully, Roier wasn’t sure what he was meant to do.

Clearly it had started sometime in the night since Cellbit was already sweating and dazed. All he could do now is ask how his husband wanted him to help, if he wanted him to help. 

“Cellbo. Gatinho, look at me.” It was hard to keep his eyes off of Roier to be honest, but Cellbit tried to keep eye contact as requested. Roier’s words are slow as he continues, or maybe it was just his mind making them seem that way, “Do you want me to help you with that or do you want to do it on your own?”

What? With what, help with… huh? It was hard to keep track with the way everything seemed to blur around him. Cellbit rolls on his side to try to see Roier more clearly when he feels it. The movement twisted the fabric of his sleep shorts around his waist increasing the pressure against his cock, already straining against the fabric with no stimulation. A startled moan tumbles from his lips at the friction but tapers off when his thoughts swirl angrily at the idea of someone touching him. 

“I don’t- I don’t want help,” At this Roier begins to pull away, not wanting to make him uncomfortable but an embarrassingly loud whine stops his movements. “No! No, don't leave. Please stay I just, just don’t. Don’t touch.”

Again Roier starts to remove his hand that’s tangled with Cellbit’s, intent on honoring his wishes. Frustrated growling rumbles in the back of his throat at his inability to say what he means, either too embarrassed or too out of it from the boiling temperature of his skin that’s only increased over the course of the conversation. His patience with his own body and the too kind husband has worn thin enough for him to take matters into his own hands. 

With speed he didn’t know he still had in this state, Cellbit swiftly pulls the pillow from under his head and stuffs it between his legs, rolling further onto his stomach. It's hard to stop himself from grinding down immediately, seeking a release to his pent up desire. He turns his face back towards Roier from where he had planted his forehead into the mattress. 

“You can touch me, talk to me. Just don’t help with that.” Cellbit is panting out words as soon as they come to mind, hoping that Roier understands what he’s trying to say. Thankfully his husband knows him very well, as he begins tugging Cellbit’s t-shirt over his head to help cool him down. The shorts stay on even though removing them would make his goal easier. 

All other thoughts are lost as Cellbit finally gives in and ruts against the pillow like his life depends on it. The scratchy interior of his shorts give an extra edge of pain to his sensitive skin that he craves. Roier becomes a firm presence against his side, smoothing a hand down his back and encouraging the role of his hips with light pressure. He’s pretty sure Roier is speaking to him, whispering into his ear in praise but Cellbit has become too lost to catch more than the stray Gatinho every so often. The soft whispers and presses of plush lips to his neck only send more pleasure to his cock. 

It could have been a lifetime of having his face pressed into the mattress, muffling his moans and the occasional meow that spilled from his lips, until finally, finally the knot wound tight in his stomach releases. He isn’t sure if he’s shaking from the orgasm or from the build up of it all. All he knows is that when he finally comes back around, there are two strong arms wrapped around his waist hoisting him up to free him from the confines of his soiled pants. 

Without his brain feeling like it's being boiled in his own thoughts, he finally registers that the sky outside the window is still pitch black. A flash of guilt at waking his husband in the middle of the night works through him before his exhaustion wills it away until later. Said husband is busy rearranging Cellbit’s limp body back into a more acceptable sleeping position and placing a kiss to a twitching ear.

He’ll have to find another way to thank his husband properly, starting with the rumbling purr that lulls them both back to sleep. 

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NO but wait pac dont need to make the lobster weird sounds if he is gagged!!! Also he could be just wearing a lobster colar, a plug tail and idk something like the dog/cat/bunny ears but for lobster ... IT CAN BE SEXY IF WE TRY HARD ENOUGH CHAT ...

I DONT WANT IT TO BE SEXY HES A LOBSTERRRE

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whenever i say i want pac to get stuffed and eaten i don’t usually mean like this

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Insane that I know this anon. I would’ve never suspected and they just told me point blank

cursed fitpac petplay idea: fit and his pet lobster

HDHQBDHWHDHSNWJWNDJD

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thank gustave for my life…you guys already know who it is... mi perrito guapito.... meu cachorrinho....

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can i have melissa if thats not much work 👉👈 the world needs more nsfw of her

drew this for sunset but y’all can have it too :3

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AU where Pac enlists the help of the powerful Pancake Mafia to get himself out of prison. But, in the time they gave him to pay back the money, he spends too much time trying to also get Mike out, locate the son he hasn't seen in years, etc. and misses the deadline, landing himself in an exorbitant amount of debt.

So the heads of the mafia give Pac the option to work off the debt for them, as a private chauffeur for their daughter, whom they're extremely protective off. Pac does it because he has no other option, but he also grows to love Empanada and her friends.

He is, however, fucking terrified by the girls' bodyguard, a big burly guy named Fit. Pac barely interacts with him out of fear, but also notices that he can be really soft with the kids while also protecting them in a way that would probably get Pac's neck rearranged if he ever brought it up.

There's a little apartment building where the mob's employees are put up. Pac notices a teenage boy living down the hall from him, reminding him too much of his own son, wondering who he belongs to- he's a sweet kid, feeding the stray cats of the neighborhood and always helping neighbors with broken down cars and carrying in groceries and whatnot. He introduces himself, learns the kid's name is Ramon, and ends up getting invited over for dinner one night. Imagine Pac's surprise when he comes over and finds out that the kid is Fit's.

After dinner, when Ramon's off to bed, Pac and Fit get a little tipsy, and Fit lets spill his deal. After his husband died, he was left with Ramon and had to pay off all of Spreen's debt while still putting Ramon through school, which is how he ended up working for Empanada's mothers. He laments how smart Ramon is and that if money weren't such an issue, he'd have his pick of Ivy Leagues, but they'll probably never get that chance because of where they've been left in life.

Pac is surprised by two things: 1. how similar his luck in life is to Fit's and 2. How not-scary Fit actually is.

He talks about how he and Mike stupidly tried to rob a bank and ended up being traded around prisons throughout a large part of their late teens-early adulthood. He had a baby in prison, Richarlyson, and managed to raise him pretty well until the kid's biological father, a former cellmate aptly named Cell, got himself out of jail under cloudy circumstances and managed to get custody. He hasn't seen Richas or Cell in years, and he hasn't been able to chase after them because he's either been in prison himself or chasing after whatever facility Mike's been transferred to. While the mafia was able to pull some strings to get Pac out, Mike wasn't so lucky as he was the one who orchestrated the entire thing (and shot the damn security guard on the way in) and is being kept on a much tighter leash.

Pac likes Empanada. He likes her friends, he even likes her moms (Well, he likes Bagi, Niki, and Mouse. Tina seems to hate him and Fit and anyone else that is stupid enough to get themselves in trouble with her family in the first place) and he likes Fit and Ramon. It's just such a shame that a comfortable life had to come at the expense of losing Richarlyson and Mike. Over time, though, he stops worrying so much about it as he does his work and has more dinners with Fit and Ramon and gets closer and closer to Fit in a way that has his stomach twisting and head going all fuzzy.

Even Empanada catches on, actually. One day, he's driving Em and her friend Sunny to ballet practice, when they start asking about when Fit and Pac are going to get married. Pac up front and Fit in the backseat both go beet red at the same time. The girls start plotting all the details, how Pac always wears a rose in his lapel so that has to be the wedding flowers, how Sunny will design their suits, they have to be the flower girls, etc.

Fit is the one to shut that shit down, insisting that they need to remember that he and Pac are coworkers, just doing what they can to keep them safe, of course they'd be friendly. Empanada and Sunny keep quiet, but they give them side eyes as Fit walks them into the dance studio.

They don't talk for the entire hour that the girls are in class.

They don't talk on the car ride back to the apartment building, when Pac remembers that he'd been invited over for supper and there's absolutely nothing in his fridge. Fit insists that he eat, even when Ramon meets them on his way out of the door, offhandedly mentioning that there's a party at Leo's house, no Dad there won't be any alcohol, yes Dad I'll be safe, hey can I stay the night at Chayanne's, leaving Pac and Fit with a wink, the two alone in the apartment at the end of an already fuckstormy day.

But this is Pac and Fit. So what starts as more awkwardness eventually melts into the usual banter, with just a little more laughing at the silliness of kids, how they'd never actually be into each other like that, I mean not that there'd be anything wrong with it, it's just that... well... it's not like they can't, they just don't really want to, but they- well- they-

And before Pac can blink he's in Fit's bed, clothes strewn to the floor and cunt filled with Fit's huge cock, babbling on his back, completely bewildered that this is even happening but not complaining as Fit makes such sweet sounds, takes such good care of him...

Such good care that they almost forget to wake up the next morning. And there's a lot to do.

Pac thanks the goddess above that Fit's his neighbor and they can both change quickly. As Pac hits the gas on the way to the girls' house, He breathes a sigh of relief as Fit reads out the "got home safe" text from Ramon that came through at nearly four in the morning. They were busy doing... other things at that time.

They don't have time to sort through all the jitters and "what are we" questions as they pull into the fancy driveway, because Pac's heart drops through his stomach as soon as they enter the front door.

Standing there, speaking to Bagi, is a man with shaggy brown hair with a stark white streak. Playing with Empanada in the front room is a small boy with a mop of curly brown hair and a grey prosthetic leg.

"Oh, good morning, Pac, Fit," Bagi says cluelessly. "This is my brother, Cellbit. That over there is his son Richarlyson."

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I’m also supposed to be prepping for kinktober…. Instead I’m making a goddamn college au that is definitely going to end up as a series

I have 1.2k of a cellpacoier oneshot that was SUPPOSED TO BE SMUT but they’ve got too many damn feelings.

There will be smut eventually…. Soon even

I just gotta fight the plot demons

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I have 1.2k of a cellpacoier oneshot that was SUPPOSED TO BE SMUT but they’ve got too many damn feelings.

There will be smut eventually…. Soon even

I just gotta fight the plot demons

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12 and 65 from the dialogue prompts and 6 from the smut prompt list no.3 with fitmike? 👉👈

oooh made this fem!fitmike if you dont mind anon, im just in a yuri mood >:))

I never wrote fitmike and rarely read stuff for them so sorry if the result isnt as expected o(-(

☼ 12, 65: “You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.”, “Pull my hair!” | 6: marathon session | 18: degradation

“You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.”

That's what Fit said to her as soon as the door behind them closed.

And Mike took what she had said seriously.

Fit is now on her stomach, moaning against the pillows as Mike keeps pounding the strap on her cunt.

Mike is holding her by the neck, making sure Fit won't move away.

Mike's cunt is aching, she has counted at least 3 climaxes and Fit is just behind her with two of her own. But she keeps going, the small toy inside her cunt moving with each thrust in the veteran's pussy.

She throws her head back, eyes rolling back and glasses askew from the bridge of her nose, almost falling off.

"Mikey- I'm- Ah-"

Mike thrusts harder, making Fit stop talking, whining and biting her lip.

"No talking. Go back to taking my cock like you promised, whore."

Fit moans at the words, the degradation hitting her just right as her clit spasms around anything.

"Yeah, that's more like it. Good job, taking it like a slut, screaming to the whole world about it. Is that what you want? You want the whole world to know how much you like taking my cock?"

Fit grunts, feeling tears from pleasure form on the corner of her eyes.

"Speak up, bitch!" Mike bites on Fit's shoulder, slapping her ass, entering the strap as hard as she can on her pussy, making Fit roll her eyes.

"Y-Yeah! I love your cock so much! Ah~ I-I want the world to know how much a whore I am- Ah ah~"

Mike smirks, "Good. That's more like it, bitch."

Finally, Mike pulls her cock off and turns Fit so she's laying on her back before she dives in and starts sucking on Fit's tits, making the older groan, moaning loudly as Mike times each of her thrusts with each bite and lick.

Then, Fit arches her back when finally, Mike puts her thumb on her clit, still pounding her entrance. It doesn't take long for Fit to moan Mike's name, head thrown back as she almost tears her sheets apart when gripping them.

"Use your hands for something more useful than ruining my sheets. Pull my hair."

And Fit does, still going through the aftershocks of her orgasm as Mike keeps her erratic pace. The combination of the pain of having her hair pulled, sucking on the tits and the vibrator on her cunt is enough that makes her reach her fourth orgasm of the night, eyes closing as she moans around the nipple, eyes rolling to the back of her head in pure ardent pleasure.

Finally she comes down and lets go of Fit's tit, looking up and seeing the American panting, flushed face and chest, breathing coming to a normal pacem

"Don't start relaxing, baby," Mike warns, kissing her neck, "we're only just getting started."

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"you can't take brazil out of fitmc" yeah i guess once you've had pactw cum so deep in you you feel it for days it would feel like that huh

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jumpscare. fit moaning as pac scissors open his cunt with two fingers. hes going soo slow and lathing fit with praise, saying he’s being a good boy, he’s so handsome, he loves hearing him be noisy.

sliding two fingers to rest inside his cunt and keep him spread as pac slides his tdick into his hole, shallowly thrusting in. it’s no more than an inch or so but that combined with pac’s talented fingers has fit howling <333333

rubbing their cunts together and wetting the backs of fit’s thigh with slick while they frot like animals <3333333

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in your fic 'roll to keep' there's a bit that mentions pac recording them so fit can hear his own moans. would you consider elaborating on that? :)

woah i barely remember that bit, yeah! it's about fit sounding really pretty and pac wanting fit to see/hear himself fall apart if i remember correctly ?

god. i'd imagine eventually pac does get that recording, which is a whole event on it's own. Fit didnt consider what it'd be like to be recorded while so vulnerable and it'd make him achingly hard.

Pac narrates in portuguese, running his hands over fit's back and thighs, spreading them apart to show off the vibe nestled against his prostate.. ..

At one point he tips Fit's head to the side to start rubbing his cock between his lips and Fit's throat makes the most pathetic punched out noises when Pac's fucking it, camera pointed at his hollowed out cheeks and glazed over eyes

WATCHING it is another thing. Pac definitely has to hold Fit in his lap when he puts it on a bigger screen, gently stroking his cock and making sure Fit doesn't look away.

Any time Fit forces his eyes from the screen, Pac lets go of his cock, eyeing him warningly before Fit eventually readjusts and the praise and touch returns.

He can't cum until the video is over, so Fit is left edging for what feels like ages, melting against Pac's front as he watches himself fall apart on screen, hearing pac call him a natural porn star.