#p@c

[pe0ple3ater]

I'm cooking, I can't stop thinking about the three of them. I could keep going to be fair, I have about 600 more words written of this..

Tazercraft/Fit freaky link sex. Save me..save me.

If you asked Mike normally, he’d say that his link with Pac was the best thing that’s ever happened to either of them. Hard to feel lonely when someone’s thoughts, feelings, and sensations are just a thought away. Difficult to let anger simmer and burn away any feelings when it’s balanced by someone else's sadness and overflow of emotions.

Right now, though, Mike has never wished the link would go away more.

He takes off his glasses and runs his hand down his face, sighing softly and shivering yet again at the phantom feeling of hands on his body. He breathes slowly and tries his hardest to block out Pac’s physical feelings while still keeping a close eye on his emotions, ready to take over at the first sign of discomfort. Pac’s never been good at speaking up for himself, so Mike normally tries to stick around and make sure he’s okay. Especially now, especially with a new partner.

The difference between right now and every other time Pac’s had sex is that Pac is not trying at all to block the physical sensations leaking through. It actually seems like he's pushing them more onto Mike. Normally, his focus is split between keeping Mike away from that and enjoying the moment. Right now, though, it seems that he can’t be bothered.

Pac

It feels good doesn’t it Mikey?

Yes now can you please stop, I’m trying to get things done

Pac doesn’t respond, and the feelings don’t lessen at all. Mike breathes sharply at the feeling of fingers clumsily exploring a cunt that Mike doesn't have. It's a weird feeling, a phantom wetness between his legs. He can feel Pac’s pleasure and smugness radiating off of him through their link. Mike pushes away from the table he’d been working at and lays his head over the backrest of the chair. He breathes slowly and his hands shake as the feeling of being stretched becomes more intense. Fucking Pac, fucking asshole.

Pac I’m serious

Just enjoy it, feels so good

Mike rolls his eyes and pushes his displeasure through their link. He’s hard in his boxers, an aching heat that he knows Pac can feel just as much as Mike can feel Fit pressing a third finger inside of him. It seems a little unnecessary to Mike, there’s no way Fit is big enough to warrant such intense stretching.

He can’t do anything but sit and deal with it so he might as well have some fun as well. It's far from the first time they've done something like this.

Mike closes his eyes and pushes himself more fully into Pac’s head, forcing his way into his consciousness. The feelings instantly become 100% more intense and he cusses softly, grappling for control of some sort. Pac makes space for him and Mike finds himself staring through Pac’s eyes. He glances down and heat curls in his stomach.

Jesus christ

He’s so big right?

Pac groans out loud when Fit slowly starts to press in, Mike’s hand flys to the tent in his boxers and presses down. The movement only intensifies the pleasure Pac feels in return. Fit looks up and meets their eyes finally and blinks slowly, before laughing a little as a smile spreads across his face.

“Oi Mike” Fit greets like it’s nothing and Mike feels giddy excitement curl in his chest, courtesy of Pac. At the sound of his name on Fit's lips, Mike spits in his hand and wraps it around his cock. He squirms.

He wants you here just like I do

Shut up Pac

[sw33t-relief]

Post your art post your art post your art post the etoiles drawing PLEASE. MY DREAM.

- PEOPLEEATER (ur #1 fan)

WHILE IM ONLINE LEMME DO THIS TEEHEE!!

[eternvlsound]

Neon street lights to guide you home

ig: space.ram

[crxmes]

@crxmes

[ladystoneboobs]

on this tully tuesday, fuck you ryan condal, i see what you're doing. merging kermit and oscar tully and killing off their dad elmo without even naming him, you're trying to hide the muppet-naming pattern by only including the more mundane names. people may have heard of the name grover elsewhere like nonconsective us president grover cleveland, and certainly would with oscar like oscar mayar, the baloney/weiner man, but if you hear the names elmo and/or kermit you're thinking muppets right away. smdh, if you can embrace the gothic horror of harrenhal, you should be able to embrace the whimsy of grrm naming his dance-era tullys after sesame street muppets.

[mercurymaceo]

Crime and Punishment Part 1 poster for an assignment :)))

(I’ve only just finished part 4 chapter 2 and I cannot be normal about this book😭😭)

[carbon-fiber-internal-organs]

CENSORED

[sweetm0uringlamb]

did jensen’s NDA expire or what

[rednite-dork]

A commission for @thesuperiorfeeling of a scene in chapter 5 of her fic with Sebastian and her MC Eloise 💕

Go check out her fanfiction!

[supercassette]

1 900 Download The Future by warakami-vaporwave

[cartoon-goon02]

Miss Oranje Disco Dancer

[pe0ple3ater]

Okay. I'm a Pervert with a capital P and think this shit is the hottest thing ever. SUE ME. There has to be a niche of bookclub that have scent kinks right? RIGHT?? Nervous laugh.

Here's the Fit panty sniffing drabble

Fit's hands are shaking.

He really shouldn't be here, having this dilemma at all.

Pac had asked him to come and pick something up from his house. Fit is in Pac's room, and he really should be looking for what Pac asked. He can't even remember what he was sent here to look for because his eyes are locked on a pair of blue lace panties on Pac's floor.

He knows that Pac wears panties; he's seen them before. Pac likes to send teasing little pictures and wear short skirts that flash his underwear. Fit takes a deep breath and walks over, it's almost a compulsion. He bends down and picks up the soft lace, running the sides between his fingers and biting down on his bottom lip. They're the ones Pac wore yesterday. Fit knows because Mike had sent pictures of Pac straddling his lap with his legs spread in just a hoodie and these panties. Fit groans softly, the thought of those pictures making blood rush straight to his dick.

They're soft, delicate, pretty. Like Pac, Fit rubs his thumb against the fabric, and a shudder runs through him. His thumb brushes something wet, and he freezes in his tracks.

Fit turns the panties over and looks down. There's a dark spot where the panties sit against Pac's cunt. Fit covers his mouth with his other hand, face heating up and flushing dark red. He must have changed out of them not even ten minutes ago, as they'd just seen each other for a few minutes before Fit offered to pick up…whatever it was he was here for.

Fit really shouldn't, but upon seeing them, the thought had flashed in his mind, and lord, he can't stop thinking about it now. He rubs his thumb a bit more firmly against the spot of wetness, and his dick twitches in interest.

Fit feels disgusting even holding them, but when he raises them to his face and presses his nose against the soft fabric, he really feels like the textbook definition of a pervert. Pac smells good; Fit knows because he's spent his fair amount of time between Pac's legs, and the scent triggers some Pavlovian response in his body and brain. His dick is leaking in his boxers, and saliva fills his mouth. His head goes a little foggy, the same way it does when Pac purrs out a "cachorrinho" between needy pants.

Fit breathes in and shoves his hand in his shorts. He palms at himself and groans softly. It's so nasty, standing in the middle of Pac's room with a pair of his dirty underwear pressed against his face. He feels disgusting, he wishes Pac was here to see him. Fit can imagine the way Pac would react. He can hear Pac's pretty voice calling him disgusting and needy. Fit groans and quickly unbuckles his belt and tugs his boxers and underwear down below his balls. He pulls the panties away for only as long as it takes to spit in his hand and then presses them right back against his face.

He imagines Pac walking in, his gasp of surprise, the way his face would go red. Then, the slow realization, the wicked smile would spread across his face. An expression that reminds Fit jarringly of Mike.

His dick twitches at the thought of the pink-haired man, but he files it away for later.

Pac would walk over to him and wrap his hand around Fit's wrist, then pull it away to force him to show what he's got; Fit's hand speeds up. He can almost feel Pac's hand around his wrist, can practically hear the words Pac would whisper to him. "You're so dirty, cachorrinho, sniffing my underwear like a pervert, and drooling all over them like an animal," Fit pants, breathing in more of the fading scent of Pac. He's painfully close.

Fit moves the panties from his nose and wraps them around his dick. The fabric is smooth and soft against the heated, sensitive skin. It feels like heaven. He groans, and his head falls back, hips fucking his hand and the garment as he chases his release. Fit cums into the panties, translucent, white spend staining the delicate fabric. Fit pants and keeps moving his hand to work more out of himself without thinking.

When he returns to his senses, Fit looks down in horror at the mess he's made. He quickly tucks himself away and cusses. How the fuck is he going to hide this? He very well can't fucking leave them here.

The panties are good and well stained, ruined. Fit shudders, disgust curling in his stomach. He stands there for a moment and tries to think about what to do.

The door swings open behind him.

[mari-lair]

obsessed with @anxiousapplepie role swap au, so have a quick fighter and housemaiden siffrin!

[eternvlsound]

PlayStation 2 Ocean Blue (2002)

[crxmes]

@crxmes

[casinocatt]

Bipolar, bisexual and bitter