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[pe0ple3ater]

what the hell man. robbing me and shit.

anyway. tangerine 100% (/v pos), flamingo, burgundy <33 (also lavender whenever youre mean to yourself. gnaws on your bones)

I'm a professional stealer. What can I say.

I'm a creature, you know. It's my vibes. You do study me, you put me in a little glass jar and shake me around and I scream. I will kiss you rn /p. I'm never mean to myself I'm the most confident and self-assured person ever.... (/j)

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Mustard, tangerine, cider, sky :)

- 📱

I only have correct takes, I try to be as strange and off-putting as possible all the time so I'm glad it's working, I appreciate your presence very much, and I DID have a hard time in high-school people did not like my ass

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Deadass robbed meg. My ask game now (/silly) do if you please gang!

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Fuga Impossivel!Au that was going on twitter, yep.

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This is so fucking phenomenal I want it carved into my gravestone. Thank you for the motherfucking food bro this is INSANE. I love. Mwah, amazing

A short thing I can’t get out of my head after reading @pe0ple3ater ‘s panty sniffing fic and that one ask so consider it a gift :)

“No.” Pac’s hand covered Fit’s where his large fingers were teasing under the fabric of his panties, starting to tug them off.

Fit froze. Retracted his hand. Ok. Ok then, whatever made his boyfriend comfortable.

Then Pac was pushing him down onto the bed, climbing over him with those beautiful legs. The way he barely smiled down at Fit, as if amused by a pet never failed to make his heart skip several beats. “I figure why take them off?”

What?

“You know, since you like my underwear so much.”

Oh, that’s what was happening. Shit, that was hot. Just the idea of holding Pac by his hips and sliding his panties to the side just enough for Fit’s cock brought a raging heat to his face.

Pac grinned and pushed his head back and positioned himself to hover over Fit’s face. “You were the one sniffing them when I wasn’t around, Fitchi. Wouldn’t you like another taste?”

Pac doesn’t even need to make him say it. Fit’s pupils are blown, his heart hammering in his chest. He’s breathless as responds, “yes.”

His mouth is wide open when Pac sits on his face. The Brazilian doesn’t hold back any weight, they’d had this conversation. He’s already soaking through the thin fabric and Pac can feel Fit’s tongue almost as well as on his bare skin. With a sigh and fluttering eyelids, he grinds down against Fit’s face. Fit presses up, eyes closing as he inhales Pac’s scent. The shameless groan in that deep voice against his cunt makes Pac’s whole body tense. “A-ahh, there you go Fitchi. Just like that.” The whole thing is almost too much, but Pac manages the presence of mind to yank the thin chain in his hand that collared Fit’s cock. “Make me cum like a good dog and I might let you fuck me tonight.” Fit whines and sucks and is rewarded with a shudder and further dampening panties.

Eventually Pac is babbling, voice getting higher and higher. “Yes, yes, like that! não pare, d-don’t stop Fit, ah- aah, Fit, Fit, Fit-!”

Fit is panting and drooling, tongue lolling when he’s done.

[pe0ple3ater]

hi peeper!!

Gun ramble?? Gun ramble🖤 (slight gore warning) you’ve written about this before I’m just having Thoughts

thinking about cellbit being fucked in prison with a gun to his head (consensual) and realizing he’s way too into that for his own good

the big scary cannibal becoming so obedient, all “yes sir” and big wide eyes (though partially for his praise kink ofc)

thinking about cellbit being whored out because what’s he gonna when a single move from his dom could get him killed?

it probably takes a while for anyone (except Felps) to actually to load the gun but they do, keep the safety on and maybe flick it off to fire one shot that has cellbit screaming as he cums

once Pac gets ahold of all this oh Cellbit’s fucked

pac and Felps double domming him and maybe low key getting revenge for the shit that happened in prison

Roier getting super possessive hearing what he got up to in fuga impossivel

Melissa…with a gun…😳

for so many reasons cellbit would absolutely have a cnc thing being on top and on bottom

🖤I like guns and I’ve been shooting since I could I could hold one so uh even more ramble

the trigger is not a gentle object. Don’t punch it, that will mess up your shot, but it resists to prevent accidents and there’s the tiniest second between when that resistance gives way before the explosion that’s…well it’s something. Euphoric type of weight lifted feeling, a literal release of pressure. The perfect moment for a character to go “oh fuck” either good or bad. That’s what relates the shooter to whatever is on the other end of the barrel

on the other side of that, this is one of the most powerful objects humans have ever created. This thing could paint my brains against a wall and turn my head into a gaping, gruesome mess of bone and blood and ripped skin. Mmmput it in mouth. Or at throat. It’s very very good at giving the illusion of not having a choice (not that we don’t all know that but whatever). And I mean hey. With regen and healing potions who’s to say you couldn’t shoot someone non-fatally?

that’s uh that’s all I guess. Cellbit and Felps with a gun kink

-Sin

SCREAMS. HEY SIN UH. I LOVE YOU. Holy shit yeah someone hold a gun to his head and fuck his brains out. Shoot blanks and make him sob and scream. It's a fear and power thing. He wants the power robbed from him. Shoot him in the leg to make him stay still, shoot him in the stomach and fuck him hard and fast until the blood loss gets him. His fucking brain going all fuzzy and making him dizzy. Holy shit I'm so hard. Raaagh.

Pac and Felps double domming him. Yeah so true.

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hey! I was wondering if we can tag you in stuff? My blog is completely hidden from searches and whatnot. If not that’s alright

Ofc!!! I'm always okay with being tagged/sent stuff!!! I love it, if you see/write something that reminds you of me please let me know ^^

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quick one today

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nham nham devotionduo

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Personally, I think I should lean into the whole weird stalker thing people say I have going on :p

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pssst. quick question how do u feel about non-consensual body modification. not rly in a kinky sense but in a ‘is this a good flavor of angst or nah’ sort of way <-has some Thoughts living in my head rent-free

I think it depends? Like in a kink way it's never really been my thing, but maybe in an angst flavor I could enjoy it!

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Hello welcome back :):):) take your time to answer but you posted that tail thing and it reminded me of something that’s been haunting me: Etoiles having a tail that’s like a vine and people pulling on it during sex. Like imaging doggy style pulling it so he has to take them in deeper? Yeah. Anyway I love you 🌑🥀

ohhhh moon it’s so good to be back this was such a treat to think about

I forgot about the vine tail headcanon but yes etoiles deserves to have it yanked and pulled while taking it from behind. he’s tugged back on the cock inside him, forced to take it deeper, harder, and he digs his nails into whatever he’s bent over, moaning like a whore.

or or or. he’s bound, hands tied together, bent over and spread out, and someone behind him teasing him without any contact. mocking him for spreading his legs, making fun of how hard his cock is when he hasn’t even been played with, pointing out how his tail lifts eagerly each time they step closer. he’s burning up and desperate, arousal mixing with shame, skin tingling with the aching need to be touched.

when finally he’s graced with it, it’s feather light and along the length of his tail. it’s nowhere near what he wants, but it’s still touch and he feels on fire. the hand moves up to the length of it, to where it connects to his body, and massages the muscle there. he’s leaking a mess on the floor, but his dick and his ass are completely ignored in favor of the sensitive base of his tail. nails drag against skin and he gives a full body shudder, whining helplessly. he’s mocked again, called a bitch in heat, and he feels like one. he rocks back for more and is laughed at, maybe spanked, maybe the hand pulls away immediately only to come back when he’s still. soon enough though, he’s rewarded when the hand grips the base of his tail and something stiff brushes against the back of his thighs <3

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N-NO, I.., I'M NOT COMP- COMPLETELY OBSESSED WITH HIM, Y-YOU ARE SPREADING LIES... ～(　TロT)σ

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I was rereading your panty sniffing fics and,,,, oh my goddd im barking chewing the walls i need more im insane

Fun little extra/request: Pac wearing the panties while Fit slips his cock between his folds, so everytime he thrusts his cock slides between his folds and stains the panties with his and Pacs precum. (I have no idea if this makes sense im so sorry if not)

-@qpacs-tits

ngh yeah. This is. My biggest Sex Thing. Thanks for requesting, I wanted to write this so badly. Let's kiss (/p)

Pac looks pretty laid out under him.

It's a fact that Fit is pretty used to, by now, but every time he finds himself in this position he's remined of just how true it is.

Fit's dick is also reminded, very viscerally, how fucking hot Pac is.

Pac coos softly, grinding his hips up and watching the way Fit shudders with the movement. He's not even inside of Pac, just resting between his folds dragging hot and wet through his slickness. Trapped down by the thoroughly ruined pair of panties Pac's got on, staining the ruined fabric even more with the pre that's leaking from his cock like a faucet. Fit does a slow drag and watches the way Pac throws his head back when Fit's cock drags against his little t-dick.

Fit thinks he could literally do this for the rest of his life and be happy.

Pac's still got his hoodie on, but it's riding up enough for Fit's eyes to be able to trace the delicious dips of taunt muscle on Pac's stomach. Defined abs and a very enticing v-line leading Fit's eyes down to between Pac's legs.

Fit nearly doubles over when he starts to truly grind against Pac's cunt, head catching on his entrance occasionally and making Pac keen with need. Fit groans and pins both of Pac's legs wider apart, rutting against him like an animal. The drag of the wet silk against his dick is only adding to the pleasure, Pac is wet and hot and needy under him. He's making the most beautiful sounds, like straight out of a porno, and Fit feels himself getting close embarrassingly quick.

It's something about the depravity of it all, rutting between Pac's legs like an animal. Getting off and not even being inside of him. Pac is clearly getting off on it just as much, but Fit feels like his brain is surrounded by fog.

"Cum for me, Fitchi," Pac is nearly begging, twitching and clenching around nothing. Fit groans and nods, fucking harder and faster. It doesn't take him long before he's finishing, watching the way his cum pools under the panties and soaks into the fabric. He groans and pulls Pac's panties aside, using his cum to jerk off Pac's cute little dick and bring him to the finish line as well.

Fit can't help himself, he smacks around for his communicator and snaps a picture. Pac's cunt, covered but barely anything hidden. The fabric sticking to every dip and fold, obviously darked from his and Fit's fluids. Fit shudders and leans down, pressing a kiss to where Pac's dick is twitching with oversensitivity.

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Roier brings a mauled federation worker to Cellbit as a way to get him to stop working. Cellbit eats the worker.

Roier laced the worker with catnip (dont ask me how) and watches as Cellbit turns into a cute kitty and brings him back to their bedroom to 'play.'

- ✨ anon

Heyyy. I'm obsessed with this prompt.

Roier is a good husband.

He really is, he pays a lot of attention to his Cellbo. So, of course he knows that the dead Federation workers are his husbands doing. Cellbit really isn't subtle about it, hard as he tries Roier always wakes up when he slips out of bed. He isn't nearly as practiced in removing bloodstains as Roier is, so of course Roier knows.

He doesn't mind, really! Cellbit is doing what he needs to do, and Roier supports his husband in everything. He doesn't like the secrets, it's never been like them to keep things from each other.

So, that's why Roier is here.

The carcass is laid out on the island in their kitchen, chest cavity opened and bared to the ceiling, white fur stained and matted with blood. A heart carved into the workers throat, Roier thought it was a cute little touch. He's currently cooking the meat he'd managed to get off the worker, cooking in it a bit of the catnip infused oil Tazercraft made for him.

Cellbit should be home any moment, and every second that passes by has anticipation bubbling under Roier's skin.

The door swings opens and a grin spreads across Roier's face. Perfect timing, really. Roier takes the meat off the furnace and starts plating it. He tracks the sound of Cellbit's footsteps, the man having obviously seen the bloody trail leading to the kitchen.

"Guaptio?" Cellbit asks, rounding the corner a second later. Roier turns to face him, watching the way his eyes widen and his breath catches. His pupils dilate and his tail flicks erratically behind him. Roier smiles wider and sets two plates on their kitchen table.

"Welcome back, gathino," Roier greets and pulls a chair out. Cellbit's eyes scan the room, catching on the corpse on their counter dripping blood onto the ground. His gaze snaps to Roier and he walks over to him silently. Cellbit's lack of reaction is making Roier a little nervous, he hasn't really let much of this side of himself be seen but this seems like the exact kind of thing Cellbit would like.

Cellbit stands in front of Roier and reaches up, eyes laser focused on his face, and licks the pad of his thumb. Roier's gaze flicks instantly to the movement. Cellbit wipes something on Roier's cheek away and then cups his face fully between his hands.

"I love you," he breathes, pulling Roier in for a very passionate kiss. Roier's hands go to rest on Cellbit's waist and he smiles into the kiss. When Cellbit gets his fill of kissing he pulls away and looks down at the food on the plate, unwilling to let go of Roier but obviously eager to get to the food. Roier laughs softly and guides him to sit, kissing the space between his ears and sitting at his own chair.

They eat, they talk about their days. Cellbit's ears twitch every time a drop of blood hits the ground. Halfway through the meal he seems to finally notice the catnip. Cellbit's eyes go half lidded and his talking trails out to little mewls and purrs. It doesn't take long until he's basically climbing into Roier's lap and pawing at his chest.

Roier smiles wide, considers this a success, and picks up his kitten. He carries Cellbit to their bedroom and lays him out on the bed.

The corpse downstairs stays flayed out on their counter, anyone could come by and see it. Roier doesn't care, and he makes sure Cellbit can't think of anything but him.

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OKAY I WILL GET AT LEAST TWO ASKS DONE TODAY

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Roier invites Phil to a night with him and Missa, not to join but to watch them. Missa's spouting profanities at him because that's his husband, Phil doesn't need to know what Roier and him get up to on their alone time. Phil rejects at first, but he's curious to see if anything changes with Missa when he's with Roier, so he ends up agreeing.

He regrets it immensely.

Because now he's sitting off to the side, lounging on a dark blue loveseat, eyes transfixed on the way Missa's moaning on Roier's fingers. Roier's long calloused fingers, shoved down Missa's throat, Missa lapping up at them and licking fervently at the digits, eyes glazed and tears pooling at the corners of his eyes as he gasps brokenly.

Roier's playing up a show, looking to Phil every now and then to catch his reaction, and it's getting harder and harder for him to remain unaffected, what with how he's tearing at the hem of his shirt with his talons. It makes Roier swell with pride that he's the one making Missa like this in front of his notoriously possessive husband. It emboldens Roier, how far can he push it until Phil orders him to stop, maybe grab at him with those same talons to yank him off his husband.

It feeds something dark within him.

"You ready for my cock, babygirl?" Roier asks, unzipping his pants slowly to pull himself out. He deliberately asks in English to rile up Phil, relishing in the way his wings flex with want. He's enjoying this way too much.

His cock leaks in front of Missa, the reaper gazing hungrily at the tip, tongue lolling out slightly as he nods feverishly. Roier grips the top of Missa's head, fingers curled in his fringe, forcing his eyes up to him.

"I need to hear you say it, cariño," Roier drawls, this time in Spanish, making sure Missa is completely comfortable with all this. He still wants to play this right with Phil in the room, lest he earn himself a nasty scratch or two from the avian.

"Si, si, lo quiero, papi," Missa gasps, voice shot with nothing but pure lust and hunger evident in his features. Behind them, Phil trills, and Roier tries not to look over his shoulder too obviously as Phil whines, high-pitched and broken, and sticks a hand down his pants, moans brokenly as he folds an arm over his eyes, leaning back to touch himself better.

That's all the approval Roier gets before he's angling Missa properly and slamming into his mouth, grinning as Missa only makes cute, garbled, punched out noises, taking his cock like a good boy. He holds him there, before roughly pulling Missa until just the tip is in his mouth, encouraging him to lick and lap at his precum. He looks pathetic, like a dog serving its master, and Roier can't resist himself as he calls to the avian.

"Phil, watch this." He looks up from his arm, forehead sweating and cheeks flushed red, the hand in his pants not stopping in the slightest. Roier grins, sticks his tongue out cheekily, tenderly caresses Missa's cheek with his other hand, before joining his other hand to grip his hair and slam him back down. Fresh tears spill down Missa's cheeks as he keens, gripping Roier's thighs with one hand while the other fiddles with his belt, travelling down and gripping his own cock to get himself off desperately.

It's a show, it's a battle, nothing but hot breaths and gasps fill the room as Roier fucks Missa's throat, and a collective groan sounds across the room as Roier cums, pulling Missa's mouth off his cock to spill on his cheek deliberately, Missa's tongue sticking out slightly to catch whatever cum that landed on his mouth. Behind them, Phil claps a hand over his mouth, trying desperately to suppress a shout as he cums in his pants, thighs shaking fervently and sliding down the loveseat even more. Missa's hand picks up speed until he shakes, cries, spilling into his hand and breathing heavily.

And Roier's an asshole when he suggests all too casually, "Nice, Felipe. Maybe next week you can watch me fuck him."

He's very lucky Phil's too tired to kill him.