Now is a better time than any for me to indulge in stoned pillow prince Pac so let’s go. My sweet, sweet fallen angel, prince of darkness, blinded king, my little god, you poor wee angry wet bastard.
So we all agree that Pac is a complete ravenous power bottom right? Right. He would ride each of the Death Riders TO DEATH, the irony. Well, as you might imagine, that gets a little tiring, especially when you are getting your ass beat every week and seemingly nobody heeds your ominous warnings and now look at the state of your faction. What a mess. The man needs to get away from it all, and pardon me but I have collected enough context clue to put together that mayyyybe that entails lounging around half naked, smoking a joint, eating junk food, and getting his brains fucked out for a weekend. Idk, sounds like a pretty good deal for everyone involved.
He’s got Mox huffing his skunky furry armpits like his life depends on it and giving him the absolute clumsiest, sloppiest kisses either man could manage, rolling Pac into his lap so he can ragdoll out and have his fluffy head stroked and petted.
Yuta and Danny are at his side throughout the day like little eunuchs in loincloths waiting to give him hits or a light if he needs it, bringing him junk food and feeding it to him so he doesn’t lift a finger since for once he doesn’t have to worry about his abs and instead worry about how good a pizza roll can be. Danny and Wheeler are also obviously there to pull their pants down and let Pac jerk them off and take turns blowing both of them and sucking and cradling their nuts like he likes to do, and those boys are absolutely not complaining.
Marina comes around to shotgun smoke into Pac’s mouth, holding his face in a grounding death grip, digging her nails in and watching his eyes glaze over. When she sits on his face and goes so far as to starve him of oxygen by pissing in his mouth, barking sweet yet degrading things at him, he just melts into his favorite headspace where he can just zone out and suck her clit and get scratched behind the ears. Sometimes just for fun she tugs him by his curls or pinches his nipples hard to hear him squeak and get him to make big pretty pained eyes up at her.
And Claudio, that walking alp, he’s just so goddamn big but even while high Pac still wrestles him onto his back and sloppily straddles and mounts him, relying on Claudio to help keep pace and slot himself back inside Pac every time he slips out because Pac is an uncoordinated lazy mess. After a while Claudio gets tired of the setup and sees what Pac really needs and it’s to be rolled back over, pinned, and fucked within an inch of his life. Claudio pounds him silly while he moans and groans and dirty talks like the filth he becomes when he’s high, scratching and clawing at Claudio like a wildcat. When Claudio is finished and creampies Pac, he always fucking loves that, it only keeps him subdued for a little while before he’s fingering the cum back out and rubbing it around like he’s stroking his pussy and basically demands Claudio fistfuck him until he either squirts all over himself or passes right out. And how could Claudio say no? When he asks so venomously, probably spitting in his face and basically asking for a few hard spanks to the bare ass while he’s at it.
