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[fleuryq]

IS THIS THING ON???? HELLO HELLO

minors (-18) dni!! please im not your parent get the fuck out go outside... also sfw dni?? hello??

HAI! im fleur! he/they , and im 19!! im transmasc and nonbinary ^_^

im really autistic.. qsmp.. may post dsmp but ehhh!!! also ccs!!!

↓ boundaries n shit

dont flirt with me without permission!

YES ; cnc, somno, breeding, bondage, mirror sex, ORGASM PLAY (control, overstim, edging) , dub-con, dom/sub, pred/prey, blood, voyeurism, praise, degradation, monster fucking, pet play (depends), non con SOMETIMES

NO : scat, piss, vomit, age play, the eggs, underage sex, incest, vore, feet, cannibalism

tags :

fleury⠀ 𓏏 – prolly will have this on every post?? main tag for non writing

fleurs inbox⠀ 𓏏 – confess things,,, for the confess tjhing idk

fleur writes⠀ 𓏏 – writing?? ig

anyway..

[qzmpspam]

thinking about It and about It welp hahaha. fitmike

mike making a mess on all federations building on her sight, but it all falls on fit lap to clean afterwards

maybe one day mike makes a REALLY big mess on some building and fit passes allll day cleaning everything, time that he could have used for more important stuff!! He is a busy men!!!!

so after finishing his work he decides that maybe a pink haired individual might need a punishment for their behavior <3

this is just a excuse for me to daydream about qfit spanking qmike ass or cunt or tdick until she is crying. im extremelly horny maybe tomorrow i will talk more about this :33

[qzmpspam]

can someone here HEAR ME OUT

[sunnytmii]

hi sunny! been a while so i'm letting you know i'm not dead! though anxiety med low libido would have you think so!

still thinking of fitmike as expected. fit should fuck post ice prison mike. this can either be totally fluffy or absolutely not depending on your preferences <3

- sweet anon <3

ok . mood (<- guy who got on anti anxiety meds and lost all libido for like a year once)

anyway. YES. ok - fluffy idea :)

mike genuinely distrusts fit still, he cant unfuck the part of his brain where fit is a danger to him and pac. that he's betrayed them all. so fit offers up that mike can tie him up and fuck him/ cut him/ whatever he wants (with pac as a mediator to make sure mike doesnt go TOO far) and prove to himself that he can take down fit if he WANTS to. he's not a danger.

issue is; mike already, logically, knows that hes not a danger. he's riding fits cock, pushing him into the dirt, hissing in his ear about how he's nothing, no one--

it doesnt FEEL.. good. even though fits fine, he's not telling pac he cant do it, he's not tapping out, he's here and turned on and having a fun time.

but mike just feels fucking gross. he doesnt want to be stronger then fit, he doesnt want fit to be weak under him. he just wants fit to feel safe again, like he did before.

so mike ends up tapping out and everything stops so fit can hold him and tell him its okay, they're ok, they'll work on it. its a slow process to trust, but they'll get there.

they change gears a bit so pac can hold mike in his arms while fit eats him out, kissing up and down his scarred tummy and chest and dragging his teeth along his thigh. pac just sends him as much love and comfort and trust he can through their mind link, trying to push all the care he has for fit TO mike in hopes it translates across

Pac distracts him with kisses while fit fucks him nice and slow, bringing him to a warm shuddering orgasm that softens the edges of his sharpened psyche--

[sunnytmii]

cc or qpac in booty shorts so tight you can see the outline of the thick toy plugging him. its even more easy to see after someone turns the vibe on with a remote and pac starts dripping. hes squeezing his thighs together trying to hide how turned on he is but theyre too tight to let him change the toy's angle and its hard not to cum in front of everyone. he's whimpering into his hand every time someone offers to help him stretch or finds an excuse to feel him up and maybe a drink ' 'by accident" spills on his shirt so everyone sees his cute nipples getting hard <3

OUGH... pac getting humiliateddd by that tight body suit thing ppl draw him in? oh my goddd...

a whole crowd of people just oogling pac as he whines and shakes apart, white knuckling a table as he cums over and over, trying to convince all these people hes not a slut (despite the fact knowing they think differently turns him on even more)

[sunnytmii]

fuga pac should make fun of fits stamina and get fucked until he cant cum anymore. fit can finger him and eat him out and fill his holes with toys until pac says sorry and begs fit to stop c: pac has more stamina but fit has more experience

full body shiver. yehah.

pac asks him for the worst he can do. and fit asks if hes serious and pac fully is. because he thinks (rather, knows) fit cant go for longer then maybe one or two rounds. (probably calls him some equivalent of old timer, elderly, etc—)

so actually he should save fucking him for as long as he can. fit should just exhaust pac entirely, watching him bounce on toys and his fingers and rub his sore wet cunt over fits thigh and knee as he sobs and sniffles and squirts over his leg….

maybe he eats him out until pacs clit is numb and hes so gaped that fit can get almost his whole hand inside pac just to rub at his gspot

and only after pacs weakly trembling in his arms, eyes hazy and drooling, does fit slide into his messy puffy hole and cum so deep inside him that pac sees stars behind his eyes and just breaks into tears again and apologizes over and over . maybe fit slaps his ass as he cums right up against his cervix because damn right. pac was being a brat

once fits done like . DONE done- pac practically slumps over in his arms, still shaking with aftershock

(it takes a lottt of aftercare afterwards fjsjfjf.. i feel like fpac never takes any of fits warnings about who he was and how brutal he can be because hes met fit After qpac and his son softened him sooo much. and well fpac thinks hes the worst of thr worst. so. leads to a lot of revelations about ohhhh fit can be reaaaally mean when he wants to be)

[fleuryq]

MMMHH..

[qzmpspam]

qpac on his slutty bodysuit and qmike on his slutty bikini and they frot and someone fucks them!!!!!

[queerslothsin]

Opens the door, pulls out a foldable chair and sits on it. Hi. Is there room in the book club?

Written for @sunnysunglarses based on their post about fitpac using the mirror of the yoga room for sex <333

CW for semi-public sex and almost getting caught (they don't get caught dw)

When Pac asked Fit for help and tips on his yoga routine and specifically requested they do it alone, the American should've been expected this was going to be how it ended up.

Fit frankly should've seen this coming from a mile away. After all, he claims to know his Brazilian boyfriend inside and out.

But yet, here he is, surprised he's holding himself back as he watches Pac's flexible body do all kinds of poses in the blue and yellow yoga mat.

The sweat and low light of the scented candles are making his face glow, his black and blue hair is sticking to his forehead and his black tank top is stuck to his sweaty skin. It's frankly maddening.

Fit's hazel eyes are drawn to Pac's form. He is stretching his ass out to the ceiling, making small groaning sounds that Fit had heard before in a very different context than this.

The American decided. He can't take it anymore.

He tries to ignore the elephant in the room, also known as the hard-on that's growing on his pants. His gym shorts are loose but not enough to hide his problem if Pac continues.

So he tries to ignore it, taking a big gulp of his water bottle and going back to his routine.

Then Pac moans as he stretches. A moan he had only heard when they were being intimate with each other and not while training.

He immediately looks at Pac and God. He wishes he didn't because his problem is way worse now.

Pac's back is to him but he can see his face in the mirror, eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open, face flushed.

His boyfriend barely has time to react, eyes widening and face flushing before Fit grabs him by the shoulders and shoves him against the mirror right behind him.

Fit pulls himself up, taking big strides towards his boyfriend, who's in the middle of changing positions.

They're kissing, Fit's hands under his tank top, fingers scratching and touching every patch of tanned freckled skin he can.

Pac pulls away, heavy breathing and his whole face and neck flushed, accompanied by a lustful gaze, confirming everything he needed to know. His boyfriend had planned this.

"You're-" He's panting, mouth descending to kiss the column of his neck, the salt taste making his heart rate pick up, "Gods, you're a fucking menace-"

Pac hums, the vibrations coming out of his throat making Fit feel more and more hard.

"I know what you like, Fitchie~" he all but purrs, slender fingers coming to hold his hand that was exploring his body and directing it to the waistband of his gym shorts while the other goes to cup Fit's ass and bring them close enough so Fit's hard dick is right between his legs, making Pac groan.

It's too fast for him to process but suddenly he's shoving Pac's shorts down his legs with the help of smaller fingers, revealing his wet cunt and no underwear. If Fit wasn't hard to oblivion already, he would be now.

"I prepared myself just for you~" He whispers in Fit's ear, making the American shiver. Fit wants to shove his mouth between his legs so bad but fucking hell, he needs to get his dick into his boyfriend soon or else he's going insane.

He shoves Pac against the mirror again, turning him around so his face is smashed against the reflective surface, gasping and eyes wide as he watches Fit roughly pull down his shorts and underwear in one go, freeing his hard long dick into view. If he was focused enough, he could see Pac begining to drool. But not right now.

With one hand he held Pac's hips while with the other he gave his cock a few good pumps just for luck before giving Pac a last look and diving in.

They both moaned in synchrony and Fit stayed still as he always did so Pac could adjust to his hardness and once his boyfriend started to squirm in place, he drew back before slamming all the way, making Pac release a string of broken moans and little 'ah's that made Fit go insane.

"Fitchie- ah!"

He slammed back, groaning and biting Pac's shoulder as his pleasure started to peak.

But just then, he hears someone right above them, probably an islander. He wasn't sure but both of them stayed quiet as Fit's hand that wasn't holding his waist came to settle between Pac's legs as he searched for his t-dick.

Pac started panting when Fit started circling and softly pinching it just the way he had taught him but still tried to hold himself back due to the fear of whoever it was to come look for them.

Then his hand withdrew and Pac was about to protest before Fit grabbed the bottom hem of his tank top and brought it to Pac's mouth, who immediately latched on and bit on it like his life depended on it.

Fit took a moment to appreciate the view.

His boyfriend, face against the mirror, skin flushed and glinting from sweat, eyes wide and expectant with Fit's cock on his cunt, like it belonged there. Maybe it did, Fit's lust filled mind complied.

He went back and kissed the back of his neck, timing it with another deep trust and he started to build the peak again and again.

Pac was panting but the black tank top he was biting helped muffle his sounds, drool spilling from his mouth.

Fit's pace grew more erratic and unpredictable as he could feel his peak approaching. His metal hand went back to between his boyfriend's legs, trying his best to time his thrusts to his stimulation on his boyfriend's dick.

He could hear Pac try to say and moan his name, only fueling his need to see his boyfriend filled with his cum, dripping all over the clean floor of the room.

His grunts were becoming more and more animalistic, his thrusts deeper and quick.

Pac's muffled moans suddenly stopped as he used his hand to take the cloth off his mouth and speak, "Fitchie- I- Eu- Eu vou gozar- amor-"

Fit didn't need to understand Portuguese to know what those words meant. He had heard it dozens of times by now.

"Fuck- Pac- you make me insane-" he whispered, feeling his boyfriend shiver, "be a good boy for me- cum for me, Pac-"

It was all his boyfriend needed, whole body shivering as he shoved his cheek against the mirror and groaned, his cunt spasming around Fit's hard cock.

His hair was disheveled, eyes rolling back, mouth open as Fit's name and several Portuguese words spilled out, the mirror fogging up.

Fit kept driving into his pussy, groaning muttering Pac's name and using the image of Pac looking fucked to oblivion to finally reach it.

He dove in one last time, biting Pac's shoulder blade as his cum stained Pac's walls and he felt it drip on the floor, milking every single last drop.

They both stayed there, against the mirror, Fit with his face buried on Pac's hair, taking deep breaths.

"Holy shit." He muttered after a few moments of nothing but their pants in the room.

Pac giggled, face still mushed against the slightly warm surface now, "we need to do yoga more, Fitchie."

The American laughed, kissing gently Pac's nape, "You're a menace, beloved."

"But you love it, though~" he whispers back at him.

"I do. I love you." He pulled out his limp dick from Pac's cunt, making them both hiss at the sensation and turned so his boyfriend's back is against the mirror again, diving in for a deep kiss, which Pac eagerly responds positively.

Quicker than usual, Fit pulls back, kissing his forehead gently and cupping his face, "Now help me clean this. I don't want anyone finding out about what happened."

"Okay, beloved."

In the end, they made sure to close the door of the yoga room every time they were alone there. Just to make sure.

[sunnytmii]

lil food for thought (this is a youtube short from the tazercraft channel) https://www.youtube.com/shorts/0pGWHGjEIi4

I didnt even press play

[sunnytmii]

what is this. why is there pop music playing. who is animating pactw in these scandalous positions and can i have their commission info

[qzmpspam]

would ccpac be a puppy a kitty or a bunny chat im thinking right now

[sunnytmii]

oubhhuh that nurse au... ouhuhm,,, yeah,,,, yeag,,,, it might actually be over for me ohuhu,,,

-🎢

hehe yeah <3

i loveee lil med fet aus. i have so much i can throw into it. fit checking to make sure pacs reaching a good wetness still, vaginal atrophy and all that. and its a good idea to check his clit growth too. he’s just being very thorough! i mean the game is over before it even begins but pac nearly cums on the spot when fit offers to suck his dick because how is he supposed to know how high his libidos gotten if they don’t test it to it’s full extent?

pac ends up wasting sooo much money going back to his next appointment early just so he can see fit again. i think THEN is when fit is like hey btw heres my number you can call for Home Visits :) and dw fits still bringing all the tools needed (dont think abt the legality of this ok)

[snoozerfestivities]

Happy New Years y’all hehe 🎉🎉🎉

I bring forth my participation for this end-of-year-Secret-Santa organised by the lovely @axolotl-by-cosmo-sheldrake who is also the person that I got for my Secret Santa hehe :3333

I did one of her prompts of King!Pac and Concubine!Fit which neighs had shared with me plenty about it from our almost 2-month la long chat about getting Pac knocked up heheh

Anyways this is like, almost 5k words, so I hope you’ll like this Axo :33333

“Caralho…”

Pac let out a heavy sigh as he entered his chamber. The weight of today’s tasks and obligations weighed heavily on him, even as he was finally freed from judging eyes. What’s the use of being a king when he has to fight tooth and nail to get an agreement signed? An agreement that would have benefited all the parties involved?

It’s as if his title meant nothing to these people, as if he’s only good at buttering people up or making back-handed deals that’ll bite him in the ass one day. His own court had started whispering words of doubts—even his trusted advisor, someone whom he literally shared a soul with, had asked him to take a step back during their heated meeting that just finished this late in the evening.

It’s no use mulling over whatever happened in that courtroom. He’ll look into what he could do tomorrow.

Now it’s time to decompress.

He sluggishly took off his crown that weighed heavy against his head— it never quite fit him right and he was too preoccupied with other pressing matters than to have his crown resized or remade. His heavy cloak was haphazardly thrown across the arm of his chair, along with his sword and knives. He took off his jewellery, the ones that clashed with his complexion, dropping them into an ornamental tray, ready to be used the next day as usual.

He took out his braids, brushing out the sweaty curls with his hands. A bowl of warm water and a gentle washcloth was prepared for him, and he used them to wash off the tiredness that was evident on his face. He needed a nice hot bath and a good long sleep. The servants have probably readied his bath as he was finishing dinner, but one look at his cold and too-large bed made him dread sleeping.

He didn’t want to sleep alone again. But he wasn’t in the mood to bother Mike, not when he’s feeling a little sour with him right now, and Etoiles had just returned from a week’s long journey and he wishes not to disturb his royal guard. Nor was he really interested in visiting any of his concubines; Cellbit is still thoroughly engaged with the recent spy incident they had the month before, and Quackity was bound to start grilling him about his recent disaster of a meeting and that meant he wouldn’t be able to get a wink of sleep tonight.

No, he doesn’t need to be ignored for enigmas or stressed out over his failings of the day. What he needs right now is control. Or some form of it. He needs to feel like he’s worth being a king and that he still has the authority of one. An authority over someone, at the very least.

He hummed, making up his mind as he discarded the last few items of clothing before stepping into his bathing suite. He plucked up a couple of fragrant soaps and sweet-scented oils and creams from his shower vanity. He’d tell a servant to notify his favourite concubine that he’ll be visiting tonight, but if said concubine had been working out his frustrations today, Pac would prefer to catch him off-guard.

He needs this victory. Or at least get his rocks off.

——————————————-

“God-fuckin-dammit.”

Fit grumbled as he listened to the familiar annoying humming coming from down the hall to his room. He had just gotten back from his (heavily monitored) work out session from the training grounds, and was just starting to feel slightly better. He was planning on skipping dinner to go straight to washing up and hopping into bed.

Knowing the king though, he’d forbid him from even stepping foot in the bath. And he already hates sleeping with dried up sweat sticking against his skin and the expensive sheets, now with the king coming by, he’s gonna be sleeping in more than just sweat. He just knows it.

The door to his room opened, revealing the man he had grown to loath so much. The king smiled brightly and borderline skipped into his room after shutting and locking the door tight, not that it mattered, his guards would be stationed outside regardless, and no amount of locking or barricading would be enough to keep them out if they had to be in to respond the king’s commands, Fit should know. He’s experienced it first hand.

“Fitchie~” the king greeted him in his sickly sweet voice that sent shivers down his spine. “I’ve had a long day today, those dignitaries or whatever were sooo annoying,” he huffed, plopping himself into Fit’s bed.

“Not as annoying as you are right now,” Fit grumbled internally.

The king was wearing nothing but a sheer robe tied loosely with a silken ribbon. He smells and looks fresh, hair still damp from his bath, his scented lotion contrasted heavily with Fit’s musk of sweat and grime from his strenuous activities.

His royal highness doesn’t seem to mind though, if anything, his eyes seem to dilate as he catches a whiff of Fit’s smell. He made himself well comfortable, climbing into Fit’s lap and nuzzling into his pulse point, breathing in the musk and relishing in it.

“Just what I needed, obrigado cachorrinho,” he mumbled against his concubine’s skin, turning boneless and melding himself into every nook and cranny of the larger body. Fit remained impassive, silently praying that the king only needed some deep whiffs of his musk before he sauntered back to his royal chambers.

Unfortunately, the gods Fit worshipped had long since abandoned him, as the king snuck his calloused hand underneath Fit’s cotton shirt, mapping the sharp ridges of his abs and cupping one of his pecs. Fit let out a frustrated huff, low enough for it to be almost unnoticeable, but the king’s ears perked nonetheless.

Leaning back slightly to take in the stormy expression of his favourite courtesan, Pac grinned, now shoving both of his palms underneath the thin material to grope both muscles. “Did you miss me? I know I have been very busy with all these diplomats and foreign merchants coming and going, but you understand, right Fitchie? Fall is coming to an end and I need to deal with all this business stuff before the first frost comes.” He explained, almost apologetic, as his thumbs rolled the buds on his chest with different tempos.

“And you helped too, you know? When you pointed out that merchant that crashed onto our shores might not have crashed here accidentally, Mike and Bagi found a stack of documents about our kingdom, something only a spy could have found out. I think Cellbit is close to cracking the codes and we wouldn’t have thought about looking at wreckage more carefully had it not been for your insight, so thank you, my wonderfully intelligent puppy,” Fit decided to not look at the king in his eyes, purposefully looking away as if to hide the prideful blush that bloomed across his face.

Pac always found it amusing though, how this concubine of his seemed to be starving of praises and compliments, yet is also so reluctant to receive them. Still, the king had him for such a long time that he knew it took very little for his favourite dog to come lapping up the love that he’s willing to give.

He gave one last squeeze of the muscular chest, relishing in its firmness and obvious strength, before getting up briefly to fetch his favourite item to use on his beloved companion.

Fit’s ears perked up at the familiar sound of metal jingling together, and he loathed how instantly his body reacted to the sound. It didn’t help that the king made quick work of putting on his collar, swiftly clipping its matching leash and giving it a few experimental tugs that had Fit growing harder than before.

“Let’s help each other out, hmm?” The king said, repositioning himself back onto Fit’s lap, one hand gripping his leash and the other undoing the silken ribbon of his robe, “I need to let off some steam, and to also show my appreciation to your brilliant suggestion, it also seems like you need to relax after such a long day of um, working out,” he breathed out heavily.

“Your highness, I don’t—“ Fit barely got to finish his sentence before the younger man ripped off his already thin shirt. He stared unimpressed as the king shook off his robes to the floor, grubby little hands making quick work of his pants. He’s ashamed to see how the king riles him up so easily, just buckles on his collar and clips on a leash and he’s raring to go.

The king takes note of this, of course. Fit could see the glimmer in his eyes and the drool forming at the corner of his mouth. He is amused to see that no matter how many times they’ve done this, the king still acts like his dick is a gift to all of humanity. Supposed it kinda is, the way it saved his ass from being sent to the mines or worse, getting publicly executed for being the war general of an opposing faction.

The king switched their positions easily, with Fit kneeling on the floor, at the foot of his own bed, and Pac making himself comfortable before tugging at Fit’s leash, pulling him closer to his already drenched cunt. “You know what to do, puppy,” he purred, twisting the excess length of leash against his wrist and giving it two quick tugs, a signal that Fit wasted no seconds to comply with.

Months ago, he would have resisted heavily. Snarling and cursing his way out of this situation, no matter how hard the royal guards would beat him up or how long they would have kept him in the dark dungeons for, Fit took all in stride and with pride.

Now, his tongue traitorously licked broad strokes against the king’s cunt, doing it with a tempo he knows the king loves, evidenced by his gentle mewls and canting hips. His arms held closely to his back, until the king gives his signal of wanting more, Fit’s only allowed to service with his tongue.

He was close to nibbling the king’s clit before he felt three sharp tugs that told him his hands were in need of use. So he did just that. One finger pistoning in and out turned into two that scissored him open, with a third and fourth added in quick succession, just how the king loved it. And Fit knows he does, as proven by the torrential stream of fluid splashing his face and soaking his chest and torso when Fit assaulted the spongy nerve with vicious intensity.

He didn't stop his actions immediately, he kept pumping his hands in and out of the king's soaked pussy, relishing in the little whimpers and shaking legs as he slowed down his pacing. He was soothing the king’s cunt with a series of broad licks before the king sat up and pulled fit up to face him.

The debauched look on Pac’s face made his own dick twitch in interest. The king was still breathing heavily as he kissed Fit, not caring of tasting his own juices apparently. He manoeuvred the two of them to sit upright again, with Pac settling on his lap, wet crotch rubbing against Fit’s dick.

“Senti tanto sua falta,” he murmured, kissing against Fit’s neck, in between his collar and the underside of his jaw, “meu lindo cachorrinho.” He gave a quick nip, marking his territory, before positioning himself to take in Fit in all of his entirety.

They both shared twin groans as the king seated himself fully on top of Fit, digging his blunt nails into the thick muscles of his concubine’s back. He stayed seated for a while longer, taking in the thick girth of Fit’s cock like it’s the first time he’s ever had it. It may as well be for Fit, with his royal highness’ cunt clenching viciously against him.

After a beat or two of getting used to each other, Pac initiated their coupling, gyrating his hips and moaning into Fit’s ears. Fit couldn’t even react to it fast enough, with the king tugging at his leash, pulling him back and choking him out briefly. “Such—such a good puppy for me,” he slurred, riding his concubine with increasing intensity.

“Meu cachorrinho bom e—e obediente,” he gasped at a particularly harsh thrust, biting and licking at the expanse of Fit’s neck uncovered by his collar. “So good to me, always ready to— fuck, to service me, whenever I want, however I want,” he groaned as Fit met up with his thrust with his own resounding growl, almost like a warning.

“You’re so perfect like this, my beautiful puppy. Always at my beck and call, always making me feel good, and always so, so good at following orders,” the king kissed him deeply, moaning as he did so. When he pulled back, his eyes held a dark look, a look Fit is familiar enough to know that it spelt trouble.

“And you love this too, don’t you? Being my good, obedient puppy. You get fed, you sleep in a nice bed, you-ah, caralho, get to fuck me whenever I tell you to.” He groaned louder as he neared his peak, “This life— this life I gave you, cachorrinho, it’s better than the life you were living before, right? Fuck- you were, fighting for your life, almost dying in the battlefield, but lucky I— ah, lucky I took you away and made you mine.”

This was par for the course of the king riding his high, proud to have conquered a brutish war criminal and “taming” him into an obedient pup. Fit has lived with this form of degradation for almost a year at this point, and yet it still stings regardless. The king lording himself over Fit, demeaning him, talking down on his achievements, treating him as nothing more than just a plaything he could discard without a second’s hesitation; Fit should be used to it all.

And yet his pride roared at him for laying down, for surrendering against this tyrant. To have his life’s work belittled into something so insignificant hurt to his core. The rage in his heart fed on its embers of shame as Pac kept calling him by that stupid stupid nickname.

“Meu cachorro, I’m so close—ah! Be, be a good boy and—“

Pac didn’t get to finish his order before he was thrown harshly onto the bed, letting go of the leash for a moment as Fit clambered over him, glowering and growling at the trapped king. Said king was still in shock over his own ruined orgasm and rough handling, he couldn’t even let out an alarmed noise to notify his guards who were still stationed outside, as Fit ruthlessly pushed his head deeper into the plush mattress.

“‘m sick and tired of you acting like you’ve domesticated me, like you’ve owned me,” he snarled, his own larger hand pressing the back of the king’s neck, encircling it to almost cut off his royal highness’s circulation. His other hand grabbed hold of the king’s wrists and held them firmly against the base of his back, leaving his face buried into the mattress and ass positioned up as Fit’s legs caged his.

The king choked, muffled as it was, before Fit let up slightly to let him face sideways to catch his breath. His breath was ragged, eyes glazed and unfocused before he blinked and looked at Fit from the corner of his eyes. He didn’t say anything, just gazed at Fit in silence before smirking at him, like he was mocking him somehow.

That ignited the smoldering rage in the pit of his stomach, as he repositioned himself against the king’s entrance. The feeling of Fit’s hard cock rubbing against the king’s still sensitive cunt was enough to break Pac’s gaze, his moan coming out in a gurgle that Fit could feel from under his firm palm.

“You had fun tryin’ to break me— to house train me like some stray mutt, but what does that make you? A king who fucks his dog at every hour of the day? A king who slobbers on this dirty curs’ cock like some common whore? A king who clenches his royal cunt for the same mongrel that tried to kill him before? A king who’s bent over right now like some common breeding bitch?”

Pac let out a whine as Fit angled his cock back into its rightful place, properly mounting the king as he offered little to no resistance. “You wanna fuck a dog so bad, your majesty? I’ll fuck you like one.” He leaned closer, fully resting himself on top of the king, the metal links of his collar and abandoned leash pressed coolly against both of their skins.

He mounted the king, barely repressing his own pleasured groan as the king whined around his grip. They’ve never fucked like this before, most of the time the king rode him till he was satisfied or demanded Fit carry and lift him around while they were still connected, relishing in the obvious show of strength. Usually he had Fit hunched under his desk, eating him out while he worked through letters from ambassadors and legislation that needed his approval.

But mounting the king like this, with his head immobilised by a single grip, wrists and upper body held flush to the soft mattress as well, with only his hips in the air, supported by his shaking legs and Fit’s own cock buried deep with him— gave Fit his own sense of power he’s so desperately missed from his days of being a warlord. The pride. The triumph. The conquering.

Pac had a glassy look in his eyes.

The sense of taking what’s rightfully his.

A vicious laugh bubbled from his chest, as he continued to piston his hips against his breeding mate he so rightfully claimed. He let his weight fully blanket the king. “I know a bitch in heat when I see one, your royal highness,” he voiced dripped with venom, angling his hips for a better thrust, “Is this what you’ve been craving? To be bred like some common whore? To be mounted like those mindless dogs in heat?”

He let go of Pac’s wrists, finding his limbs no longer struggling or fighting back anymore, letting them drop to his sides, weak and unresponsive. His own hand travelled beneath the fucked out king, groping his squished perky tits as the king did with his chest just before this. Pac squeaked, eyes blinking rapidly before rolling back.

Fit let his hand travel lower, down to where he could feel himself thrusting from beneath the muscle and fat of the king’s pelvis, right where his royal uterus would lay in wait. He pressed harshly against it, relishing in the pained yelp he got in response.

“Seems like you’re empty here, sir. Would you like me to help you with that?” He asked patronisingly, letting his thrust dig deeper and harder, but his own hand instead gently petted the king’s womb from the outside, almost coaxing it to descend down and meet his loyal dog’s cock as it prepared itself to breed its owner.

“Don’t worry, your highness,” Fit panted, coming close to his end, “I’ll give my pups, just how you’ve always wanted it. I’ll fuck you with a litter of ‘em, then maybe—maybe then you’ll be satisfied.” Pac remained unresponsive.

Fit removed his other hand from the king’s neck, instead letting it join his other hand to help with holding the king’s hips in place. He took in the view below him; the king with his spit and tears staining his face, arms and legs weak and lifeless, only held up by Fit, and his only signs of consciousness were little cut off groans and mewls as his royal concubine continued to claim him.

The image of the king fucked out like this, absolutely debauched and broken, it gave Fit the sense of accomplishment he’s been chasing after. If he can’t escape his fate of being the king’s plaything, then the least he could do for himself is to make sure the king was thoroughly sullied by him. To have his entire being dirtied by this common mutt he so dearly loved. To have him carry his lowly commoner seed in him until it truly takes.

He thought of his fiercely loathed king carrying his child, round and full and incapable of doing anything about it. Having his body changing irrevocably because of Fit, a living proof that Fit had ruined him for everyone else, that Fit had successfully claimed him before any noble suitors could.

These thoughts enthralled him.

More so with the king never fighting back once, as if letting himself be mounted and bred like a true bitch in heat, custom made for Fit, his sweet, loyal, obedient cachorrinho.

Maybe the king had actually wanted this for so long. To throw away his royal crown to be at Fit’s disposal, not the other way around. Maybe it was his plan all along to rile up his captive and make him mount and claim him, in some sort of convoluted way of keeping him tied to his royal highness.

“No, it can’t be that.” Fit reasoned with himself, as taking one look at the king’s mindbroken state was enough to affirm to himself that he had not been played into the king’s hand. This was his decision, his action, his right. He’s doing this to humiliate the king, make him feel worthless, lowly, even beneath his subservient concubine.

He didn’t even realise how close he was to finishing until his hips started to protest. His balls felt tight and heavy, and his pelvis and Pac’s were soaked with fluids. He grunted as he gave a few more punishing thrusts for good measure before finally, finally, burying himself down to hilt, pressing them flush together as he felt himself depositing his cum directly into the king’s womb.

The king had his mouth open in a silent plea, but Fit paid him no mind, too lost in his own pleasure. He could feel his highness’s womb filling and rounding up nicely from the outside, his palms pressing against it still. And with the angle they were in, he felt certain that not a single drop would escape and stray.

In an instant, Fit felt drained, in the physical and mental sense. His bones felt heavy and his muscles started to ache similar to after a good, strenuous work out. He stayed positioned to where he was for a moment, taking in deep breaths and really feeling the exhaustion set in, before finally collapsing to the side with Pac still in his hold.

He usually hated sleeping in dried sweat. Hated sleeping in dried sweat and various other dried fluids as well. But he was tired and the king fitted nicely against him and was still connected to him. He managed to pull out the stained, tucked in blanket that bore the worst of their activities, and covered them both just enough to fend off the night chills.

Fit fell asleep in a similar yet slightly altered way as he usually did; naked, draped by a heavy blanket, with Pac’s weight a comforting weight against him, except this time he slept feeling satisfied. He knows he will have to deal with the repercussions tomorrow, maybe he’ll be returned to the dungeon, maybe he’ll be executed, whatever punishment they decide would fit the crime of assaulting their king in such a manner .

He couldn’t find it in himself to care.

He had won.

And that’s all that mattered.

——————————

Mike was less furious, more exasperated with what he had to deal with.

They had a long day ahead of them, with the last meetings with the dignitaries to wrap up their weeks long heated discussion, with Cellbit having a break through with the spy case, with Quackity getting caught prying around the guest rooms but coming out of it with valuable information in his hand, and with Etoiles bringing important news from his return.

And yet to relay all of this important information, the king was nowhere to be found. Not in his chambers, not in his study, not in the dining room, not even in his lab. Though Mike kicked himself for not checking up on the king’s favourite addition to the castle first thing in the morning.

And sure enough, there he was.

The room stank of sex, which Mike recoiled from after unlocking the door with his own set of master key, and had to take a fresher breath of air from the outside before entering. The concubine stirred first, grumbling and pulling the curled up king closer to him. As Mike got closer, he was more unfazed with the sight before him. Seemed like he had to notify Pac’s bedchamber servants to prepare his usual bruise covering makeup and bottles of painkillers to be served before breakfast.

Sighing loudly, the royal advisor pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ease away his upcoming migraine. “Your highness,” he spoke, tone louder than necessary as his voice echoed loud enough for both of them to stir awake.

Fit at least had the audacity to look ashamed of himself, but Pac merely yawned and grinned at his unimpressed brother, “Bom dia, Mikey,” he said, voice concerningly hoarse.

Great, now soothing honey lemon tea was added to his list of things to notify the staff.

“You have an important meeting today, your highness. Quackity has requested breakfast together as he found “something useful”, he says, some that could give you leverage to closing up these dealings. Also Cellbit has made a breakthrough in his enigmas and is seeking for your audience after the meeting. Etoiles would also like to report to you regarding his recent journey as you know, and—“

He was rudely cut off by a whining groan as the king turned away to bury himself in between his concubine’s chest. Fit gingerly wrapped his arms around the king and looked at Mike like how a guilty dog would look.

“Pequi,” he warned, “I was running around this castle looking for you like a mad man since the crack of dawn. Now get up, or I’ll have Bagi drag you out instead, because I’m not handling you until you are scrubbed clean from whatever it is you were doing last night.”

His threat of getting reinforcements rang true, as he left the room swiftly after, leaving the door open for anyone to pass by and get a glance. Pac sighed, giving one last nuzzle against Fit’s pecs before actually getting up.

They shared a hiss as Pac pulled away from his attachment with Fit’s cock, the sensation of dried cum left much to be desired. Still, he scooted to the edge of the bed before standing on shaky legs. Groaning as he does so, hands on his lower belly, cradling something and processing it before turning to look at Fit again.

“I will see later in the evening, Fit,” he said simply, leaning down to grab at the abandoned leash that was still clipped to Fit, pulling the still groggy man closer to him, “I’m so proud of you, I always knew you were special, but you proved it to me so well, Fit.”

He pulled him to a kiss, not full of lust and dripping with want like the ones they usually share, but something sweet, almost promising. Gentle enough that it had Fit chasing after his king’s lips after they broke away. Pac giggled, amused with his reaction. He gave Fit one last scritch at the back of his ears, just like he always liked, and clipped his leash and unbuckled his collar as swiftly as he put it on before.

Fit sat dazedly as Pac gave him one last peck on his temple before grabbing his discarded robe and leaving his room, limping slightly before he closed the door.

Left with only silence and slivers of dawn beginning to filter into his room, Fit collapsed back onto his bed, cringing at the disgusting feeling of last night’s remnants. He wondered what would be next for him. Surely he wouldn’t be let off scot-free, right? And what did Pac meant, when he said that he’d always known that Fit was special? In what way?

His questions remained unanswered as his gut churned in anxiety. Feeling like it was probably his last day on this mortal realm, he sighed again before getting up, strip the the dirty sheets and finally taking that shower he’s been craving since yesterday.

[spiderbitetw]

camboy roier x viewer cellbit methinks. even better with a significant age diff n roier mentioning it in private shows methinks.

i also feel Ehhh about age diff that's focused on the younger one being younger but when they tease the older for being a pervert... shfjsjdsjg

anon.... anon you don't know how much i love camboy aus. every fanbase i've been a part of i've come up with a camboy au for my favorite pairings.

really short writing segment below the cut; mind the tags <3

(i dont know how cam/porn sites work really so i'm formatting it like twitch after dark hehe)

Over the last few weeks, Roier had gotten a significant uptick in donation and subscription money as his videos and streams finally started to hit the algorithm. He'd been able to cover rent with a significant amount left over in his wallet for extra spending, and he'd used it to buy a new, forest green dildo that he'd been eyeing up for a while now.

It went to use only a few days after he'd bought it, after Roier opened "commissions," as he called it. These commissions were, of course, just a more personal stream, one on one with viewers where he worked at their every whim (within reason, of course.)

Tonight he found himself in a call with one of his more frequent viewers, an older Brazilian man who called himself Cellbit, rolling his hips down onto the silicon toy slow and steady. With his back facing the camera, Cellbit had a full view of Roier's hole as it greedily sucked in more and more of the toy with every movement. The older man squeezed his hand around his own cock in time with the video, pulling chapped lips between his teeth.

"Let loose, cabrón. You paid for this, you might as well enjoy it." Roier had told him before starting. The Mexican was right, of course, and Cellbit found himself doing exactly that, tugging and squeezing at his dick in time with Roier's every thrust, as if imagining himself in place of the green toy.

Roier let out a moan as the full thing fit inside, and he couldn't help the condescending smile that spread across his lips.

"Ay, I bet you wish this was you. You want to fuck me, don't you?"

Cellbit found himself nodding, despite the fact that Roier wasn't facing the screen; He couldn't see his face. Still, as if he knew, the younger man continued, biting his lip as he pulled off the toy and bounced back down. "Eres un degenerado, you know I'm only 22? You like watching younger men ride on plastic cocks while you jerk off?"

With every pull off of the toy, he rocked back down even faster than before, and soon he was fully riding it like it were the real deal. Cellbit couldn't bite back the groan he let out as he stroked himself, which only made Roier laugh; almost cruelly. "You like that? You like it when I call you an old pervert? No mames, you're always so shy in chat, ah-, I thought you were too vanilla for that."

"Roier-" The Brazilian breathed, rubbing his thumb over the tip and smearing precum down to the base with his hand. He was fucked.

"Cellbo, Cellbo, you probably wouldn't be able to handle me. You know, your libido is probably so much weaker than mine, nngh--, I've never met a guy over 25 that could handle all of this."

Roier wasn't wrong, Cellbit had foolishly shared that he was pushing 28 and while Roier may have been dramatizing the age difference a bit; Cellbit couldn't deny that he was eating this up. He never found himself interested in degredation, but something about the way Roier said it made him tingle all over.

He was never going to forget this interaction, and something told him Roier wouldn't let it go, either.

[sunnytmii]

everyone hold my hand. can we think about pac and fit fucking and in the middle of pac babbling out whatever he thinks of for dirty talk because fit doesnt talk a lot during sex, he shuts down verbally just because its overwhelming (autism <3)

and one time pac hears fit whimper and just starts saying ‘youre safe youre safe ive got you youre safe fitchi i have you ok??’ and fit just dissolves into tears with pac holding him and fucking him gently and promising hes safe

[sunnytmii]

fit getting to cry and whine and bottom during sex and pac is never judgmental never rude hes never anything but loving and gentle and he loves fit so much

its such a 180 flip from everything fit knows that getting to hear hes safe just reinforces that fit IS safe . always. with pac his emotions, his feelings, are always safe theyre not ugly or unmanly or stupid.

[sunnytmii]

fitpac intercrural sex... many thoughts. pac feeling overstimulated and letting fit use his thighs to get off hgshfhgh even better with subtle petplay Passes out from couvid

-🧛🏼

aw… yeah 100%— im still squishy and sad over pacs irl news recently so this is super soft but

Pac letting Fit rock into his thighs… cooing up at him as Fit rubs his cock over his skin, whining about how he wants pac’s mouth, his cunt, his hand— but he’s a good puppy and good puppies take what they’re given. so fit, red faced, starts changing his tune the minute pac brings it up and saying thank you, mumbling through parted lips about how pac is such a good owner to him, he’s so good to his puppy

pac just sits back and bathes in the attention, watching fit work himself to a pitiful orgasm by rutting between his squeezed thighs. and pac mentions that if hes sooo grateful, maybe he wont mind doing this more often. because fits a good boy and pac likes watching him get all screwed up and weepy over wanting to fuck him. (and maybe fit isnt that against it as he thought who knowsss)

[sunnytmii]

teo did a post referencing this and its been stuck in my head but. fit getting fucked by bunnyspace pac is soooo 🥴 like … fit getting bent over and bullied/overwhelmed by pac fucking him, all dolled up in bunny ears and his tail and collar—

hes still by all means fits pet bunny. and the humiliation of it all- of fit knowing the roles should be reversed?? that pacs headspace is all soft and sweet and hes still able to top him and fuck him with all that feverish need to breed ???? idk theres something there

[sunnytmii]

what i mean to say is mike comes in to see pac fucking him in bunnyspace and he pulls Fit’s upperhalf into his lap so he can degrade him for being so fucking pathetic.

cause how weak and desperate did he have to be to be bred that hes making pac do it ? hes such a slut, being whored out by his own sub in an already submissive headspace….

he needed to be fucked that bad? he needed cock so desperately that hes making his lil bunny pac topple him to breed and make him fucked out??

mike cant even believe it… that he ever let fit try and take care of pac when he clearly just needed to be less than a pet to begin with

and fit cums so hard he sees stars, you know?

[inkredi]

inexperienced fit having a wet dream about pac and just being stunned and embarrassed and pac cooing at him telling him it's okay and helping him out touching him so softly hnnndvvvgg

- blushy

MMGHM MHM YEAH.

fit wakes up hard. and he's used to morning wood, sure, but... he'd not used to what came before it. he feels... a little gross, almost? he had fucking.. he had dreamed of pac riding him, and as hot as it was, he didn't feel too good about it. it felt... violating, almost? to pac. disrespectful.

"fitch? you're up?" pac whispers, hand sliding around to hold fit's waist, and fit is panicking, bright red, hands diving to cover his crotch.

"mm- uh, yeah..."

"heard you dreaming about me~" pac giggles, and fit freezes heart dropping in his chest, embarrassment hitting him in the head. oh. oh pac would... he wouldn't make fun of him, but... it's embarrassing. maybe he should apologize...?

"i'm so sorry, pac, i didn't-"

"não, fitchi, no apologizing, it's so sweet~ and look how cute you are~" pac coos, hand sliding into fit's boxers and eliciting a small yelp from him as that slender, calloused hand wraps around his hard on.

"i- i just don't know-" he's faltering over his words as pac nuzzles into his shoulder sweetly, giggling.

"you had an inappropriate dream about me, sim?" pac asks sweetly, and fit gives a little nod, beet red, able to feel how hot his face is.

"shh, fitchi, that's okay. everyone gets those. let me help you, yeah?" and his hand is working up and down fit's cock slowly, squeezing gently, a punched out groan leaving fit.

"it's sweet, actually~ you even think of us in your sleep..." pac muses, leaning to kiss his cheek, thumb pressing against fit's tip. fit is gasping now- he woke up worked up over pac, and now the real thing is here, making his legs shake, precum dribbling out constantly as pac coos at him. he feels dizzy.

"just like that, babe, nice and easy..." pac mumbles, sliding his hand up and down once more before fit shudders, whining out a loud "paccccc~" as he cums all over his hand and in his boxers, whimpering like a kicked puppy as pac slowly draws him through his orgasm, letting him ride it out before leaning up, kissing him.

"you can just tell me when you need help, okay, fitchi? i'll take care of you."

fit nods, slowly feeling his eyes droop again, still sleepy- even more so after such a wonderful orgasm. he feels pac's lips brush his cheek again.

"we'll clean up when you're up again~"

[leviathansdeep]

im just gunna stick my claws in this so fucking hard

[spicybee-dotexe]

Read it before, will read it again, I love them so much

[nsfwqsmpconfessionsarchive]

Fit should get pregnant. He'll love it, trust me - 🍪

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