#but yeah just. havin thoughts rn

[kiwibirdlafayette]

i was told once that sometimes i have trouble fittin in with other fancontent makers because im seen as a “threat” (whatever that means) but trust me when i say i am not here to compete with yall. Zero interest in fact. i dont think fandom is meant to be a game of who can be the ‘best’ fan and im here to just yknow. contribute to a community :]

If it seems like Im loud and sometimes pushy about people seein my stuff its because im passionate about and proud of a with what ive made and i want to share with the other people who are also enjoyers of that thing!!

[the-good-luck-anomaly]

HEY COMRADES. does anyone have any good sources for getting binders built for fat fooools like me.

[goblinbugthing]

thought i was sad but it turns out i just needed a shower and a little treat :3🍫€

[quarterlifekitty]

I'm gonna need to know how mermaid!reader and merman!ghost fuck

For... scientific purposes 👀👀

(my tentacle kink is showing shhh)

Who am I to deny a fellow marine biologist???

cw: graphic description of mermaid anatomy lmao

I tend to imagine mermaid girls having vaginas a bit similar to dolphins— a very muscular slit so it can stay closed in the water. And because I’m insane, I like to think that mermaids need a lot of coaxing to open up (you can’t just grab one and fuck it lol)

In regards to Reader and Ghost’s particulars from their species:

Yes, I do know the octopuses have one tentacle that’s special and secretes spermatophores or whatever but I’m going to give ghost more or less a regular penis underneath his tentacles (one that comes out of a sheath) because I don’t like the idea of his cock constantly being out and him using it to grab things lol

Sea angels are hermaphroditic (I mean this in purely the zoological sense) and able to self-fertilize, so I think it would be fun if reader had the ability to switch lmao she just chooses to have a pussy rn cause it’s more convenient I think.

Almost every time you fuck, he does a little courting beforehand. Mating rituals. Feeds you soft-bodied mollusks, easily cracking their shells and hand feeding you. (There is some evidence to suggest certain mollusks are aphrodisiacs 👀). It shows he’s a good provider.

Anyways, the tentacles come in handy for Simon, cause you’re a lot smaller than him. Their tapered ends give him a lot of precision, and he spends an inordinate amount of time coaxing your slit open and stretching you out so you can take him. He can spend hours just on foreplay, and the tentacles he isn’t actively using will idly curl and wrap up your tail, holding you still as if you were prey. To a passerby it probably would look like he was attacking you, with how he’s so curled around you while you arch and cry out.

“My angel needs a lot of prep, don’t she? Can’t have just anyone havin’ their way with this sweet little princess pussy, yeah?”

He makes you cum at least once before he fucks you proper, his tentacles able to curl and reach your most sensitive spots— it’s almost laughably easy for him to get you off. And the idea of that gets him off— like he’s proving wrong anyone who thought you’d be incompatible due to species difference. In fact, it seems to him like you were made for each other, really.

It takes a couple of mating sessions before you can take his cock all the way. It takes some stretching. But as soon as he does get it all the way in, he’s fucking you relentlessly. Man wants you bearing his clutch!!!

[kurishiri]

Jude chapter 3 silly but kinda detailed summary

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ any pretty translation you may see in here may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. this is a sort of summary as well. if you enjoy, though, please consider reblogging, but please don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

kate successfully completes sortin out letters so she heads to the port where jude is talking with the foreman. its there she sort of thinks back on her time at raven co and the long and short of it is that jude, as the ceo, is actually really outstanding, and he acknowledges the efforts of those who work hard, produce results and whatnot, and rewards them in turn.

(that said he could work on his wording ,,)

time skip to night after judes done and they all walkin back tgt where kates like “i think i’ll be able to have a good dinner today” and jude scoffs at her callin her a twit. and shes all defensive like hey whats wrong with wanting to eat good food and judes like when did i say that was wrong?

all of a sudden they stop in their tracks and jude tells kate “on the count o’ three, crouch” and kates all panicked like tf is going on but jude already starts counting down so she crouches anw (in a panic!)

some guy in a suits out to kill jude. god knows who too bc apparently jude don’t know him either 💀

Jude: Who are ya? Can’t say ya look familiar.

[ insert some lines im lazy to tl ]

Jude kicked up at the man’s chin, causing the man’s body to do one smooth flip before collapsing onto the ground.

Man in a suit: Jude… Jazza——!

Jude: N’ like I was sayin’, who the hell are ya?

ok turns out jude does remember him in the end, its just another dude who broke his contract with jude and was selling up some illegal drugs and whatnot.

Jude: I told ya, didn’t I? That if ya breach your contract I’d show ya so much o’ hell you’d wish you kicked the bucket?

J: I fulfilled that promise for ya. Havin’ a grand old time in hell, aren’t’cha?

omg he pried open the wound on the mans face and he let out a cry to the night sky that could shake anyone’s soul silly.

kate then thinks or foreshadows (yk how like ikevil stories r kinda told like kate is recalling the past? like “i didn’t realize it then, but xyz” kinda like one of those moments) that what she witnessed that night was but a prologue of what’s to come bc they get attacked over and over again.

kate and jude get into another argument like “i feel im gonna die every time! im at my limit!” and judes like “well ur in the way loiterin round like that” then jude just yeets off w/o listenin to another word.

she does feel something bothering her tho

(For someone like Jude, he should be able to avoid these grudges…)

When I thought this, I came up with a theory that relieved me of this unsettling feeling.

(…Could it be he’s making himself an enemy of many on purpose?)

‘Yeah, right,’ was what I thought, but also, somewhere in my heart, I felt such a theory may also be true.

shes like there’s not enough info rn but if i do know anything its that

Kate: At this rate, if I stay with Jude any longer…a hundred lives would not be enough!

and so shes like i gotta learn self defense! so she goes knocking on a certain someone’s door like pls teach me le jutsu of self defense!

Ellis: Okay. （╹◡╹）♡

turns out ellis was also thinking of teaching her some stuff abt self defense soon.

so ellis takes kate to the lobby and kates like why the lobby and ellis goes to a bookshelf to take out a book which actually reveals vics weapon collection and takes out a gun, telling kate to try and hold it.

idk if this is a real gun or not (as in it exists irl), apparently its made of silver with a wooden grip.

ellis thinks its well suited for kate. like its lightweight yk. hes like you may need to use it jic. and then hes like

Ellis: But, it’s kind of refreshing.

E: Other than me, Jude seems pretty adverse to putting people by his side.

E: So, maybe he wants to get along with you?

kates like mmm doubt but at the same time she has this question in her mind w/o an answer of why he went and wrote a whole contract and let her stay by his side then? shes abt to cook up a theory in her head when…

just then jude comes in.

Ellis: Ah——Jude.

Jude: We got a job to do.

so they head off to some noble mansion.

Jude: How do ya do, we’ll be here a while.

Nobleman: Ah, Mister Jude?

apparently this nobleman is connected with the guy in the suit jude beat up in the beginning of the chptr. he made him spit out info.

Jude: If ya just were sellin’ somethin’ shady I’d let that off the hook. Illegal drug’s some child’s play.

J: However.

Jude raised one leg and rested it atop the long table.

Jude: I seem to recall the contract prohibitin’ the sellin’ and buyin’ of humans, or am I wrong?

ko-fi☕️ ┊ comms🤍

[sharkboywrites]

Hi, could I make a request for Ace, Leona, and Deuce (or just Leona tbh) with a gn or male mc? Tl;Dr: He tries to impress mc, but somehow does something super cringe worthy and messes up the vibe. Here's a more detailed explanation below, also so sorry if this doesn't make sense/is super long, I'm high and the idea came to me in a prophecy. Hope you're havin' a good night/day :)

He does something to try and impress mc and be romantic/cute. But what they do is actually super cringey to the point where it gives mc secondhand embarrassment. they're trying to be nice about it bc they love their bf, but it's super obvious that they're cringing and it's super awkward and funny (for literally everyone else). And maybe it ends with them laughing about it or something, but the idea just popped into my head and I thought it was funny.

A/n: omg I love this request. I really love Ace and Deuce they’re honestly some of my favorites (although I can’t really pick favorites). Also first writing from my phone because I can’t use my computer rn.

Ace, Deuce, and Leona x male reader, characters do embarrassing things trying to impress their boyfriend, reader is yuu

Ace Trapola

- If there’s anything Ace loves other than you, it’s basket ball

- It makes him feel confident and like he’s the coolest guy on the planet

- And so does his boyfriend. So what amazing idea does he come up with?

- Well why not combine both?

- And that’s how you go invited to one of his games

- In his mind, this is perfect, a basketball game with his amazing boyfriend cheering him on from the sidelines, what could be more perfect?

- Or that’s how he sees it…

- He’s not doing… great per say

- In reality he’s missing passes, Bradley able to catch a pass himself, and the sneaker squeaking is starting to drive you crazy

- But you sit there really, really, trying to be supportive

- The final straw is when he takes a shot and instead of going into the basket, it comes right back at him and hits him directly in the face

- Of course you run up to him and make sure he’s okay

- But once he confirms he’s fine, you can’t help but burst into laughter

- It takes you a minute to calm down and when you do Ace is all pouty

- He’ll be mad at you for a bit but he gets over it eventually

- And once he does he admits that yeah, he was doing pretty bad

- It’s now an inside joke between the two of you, you bring it up any time you can

Deuce Spade

- Deuce’s magic is… interesting

- He can summon massive things and personally thinks that it’s really impressive

- But really, it’s only useful in certain situation and when he can actually summon something on purpose

- He thinks that it would be so impressive to use his magic in potions to help you out

- The way he imagines it, you can’t use magic and you’ll be so impressed by his abilities that you’ll thank him by showering him with affection

- Let a man dream, okay?

- What actually happens is a disaster

- He ends up summoning the usual cauldron, which makes a mess of the project the two of you were working on

- You really did try to tell him it was okay, but on the inside it feels like you’re dying

- The both of you end up having to clean the mess and have to start the project over

- The two of you bud up in his room at the end of the day, him with his face in his hands and you doing your best to comfort him just because he’s so embarrassed

- But hey, he did get that affection he wanted in the end so to him, it’s a win

Leona Kingscholar

- Leona doesn’t usually get up and do much

- As you’re definitely aware, Leona’s favorite activity is napping, especially with you

- But when spelldrive practice came up, he couldn’t waste an opportunity to show off how cool he was to his boyfriend

- And guess what? He invited you to join in with practice

- Great…

- It’s not that you don’t enjoy spending time with Leona it’s just that… you’re not very good at this sport, especially with no magic

- Everyone tried to help you out but it was clear that you were just there because Leona wanted you there

- And during practice, you had a repeat of what happened in this first spelldrive

- Frisbee to the head again

- Listen Leona didn’t know his magic was gonna go haywire and hit you

- He’s quickly by your side, making sure you’re okay

- When you finally get your bearings, thankfully not getting knocked out this time, you can’t help but start laughing

- You don’t think you’ve ever seen Leona’s face get redder

- After that practice gets called off and Leona drags you off to his room

- You’re forced to lay there for however long Leona decides to keep you

- in his words this was your “punishment for embarrassing him”

- In reality, he felt bad for hurting you, but he wouldn’t admit it because he’s all grumpy

- So you lay there, petting his hair as he hugs you close, and also with an ice pack on your currently bruising forehead

I honestly had so much fun with writing this. Writing these three characters are honestly so fun. Currently trying to get as many requests as I can done because I’m definitely running behind on these, sorry. Ty for reading and have a great day

[ayyponine]

At last me and the bestie!! (Cornetto Trilogy on 4k Ultra HD + blu-ray with allll the bonus features baby)

anyway. placed order fr a package two hours ago and already checked the status three times like a crazy person. obviosly its still being processed w no new transport updates. estimated delivery btwn 25th and 29th is gonna drive me utterly insannnee

[thrawns-babygirl]

Night In (GN!Reader x Crosshair)

Hello hi

Been a while since I wrote anything, so I found some time to write a small self indulgent fic before I get around to tackling some requests sorry for the wait omg I promise I'll get around to them soon

Rating: E (18+) Warnings: mentions of drinking and being drunk, masturbation, phone sex (kinda?), cumming untouched Word Count: 1300+

Masterlist

(also can we talk about his slutty lil waist in this gif like omg-)

It had been an exhausting mission. Crosshair was tired to his very core, lying on his bunk in just his blacks as the Havoc Marauder travelled through hyperspace on its way back to Kamino after… how many rotations has it been now? 150? 200? He doesn’t know. All Crosshair knows is that the mission is over and that he can finally rest.

He’s just about to drift off into a blissful sleep when his datapad chimes. He scrunches his eyes shut attempting to ignore the device as he rolls over in his bunk with a grumble as it chimes again. And again. Resigning himself to telling whoever is attempting to contact him to kindly fuck off he retrieves the offending device from his pack next to his bunk. With tired eyes he looks at the device and his breath catches in his throat. Its you.

You, the civi he is secretly pining after, having met you at a night out at 79s a few cycles ago, contacting him on his private com channel after you begged him for it to help ‘keep him company’ while he’s away on missions. You had sent a few polite messages when you could, him replying in his usual curt manner as he attempted to figure out his feelings for you, keeping you at an arm’s length.

Clicking on the message he opens up the chat between the two of you.

>Crosssssssss

>Crosssshhhaaaaiiirrrrrrr arw u on a missionn rn?

He raises one eyebrow at your message, looking at his datapad not really knowing how to respond as the device chimes again.

>gonna call u

He quickly looks around the bunkroom of the Marauder finding himself alone as the sounds of his brothers’ voices could be heard through the door to the cockpit. He was thinking of a reply as you begin calling him on his personal frequency. He sighs and looks around for his helmet so that he could speak with you without having his brothers potentially overhear… whatever the two of you were about to talk about. He puts his helmet on and answers the call.

“Yes?” he answers the call in his usual drawl, lying back on his bed again, helmet connecting with his pillows as he attempts to relax again.

“CROSSHAIR! I missed yooouuu” your voice is loud in his helmet as the audio patches through and he flinches slightly at the volume. “Oh did you now?” he recovers from the slight startle, replying smoothly as he rests a hand on his abdomen. “Yeeaaa… You didn’ reply to my last message… I was worried ‘bout ya” there was something about your voice he couldn’t quite place, but you sounded happy and your voice was helping to release the tension in his shoulders he was barely aware he was carrying. “You don’t need to worry about me mesh’la, we’ll always be fine” he chuckles softly, testing the waters with the compliment.

He hears you sigh softly before talking again “your voice… s’ sexy Cross… keep talkin’ like that” it hits him immediately “Are you… are you drunk?” he feels like he already knows the answer but he waits for your confirmation. “Maaaaaybe” you burst out into a fit of giggles before speaking again “ ‘s ‘at a problem Crossy?” he cringes at the nickname you gave him when you first met before replying “No, I just don’t get why you’re calling me when you’re out drinking” it doesn’t sound like you’re outside or in a club, but still. “’m not out, my friends bailed so ‘m havin’ a night in” Crosshair is slightly relieved at that fact, if you’re at home then you’re not potentially hooking up with some random reg.

Your voice breaks him from his thoughts again “You know… I was thinkin’ about you all night” Crosshair smirks slightly behind his helmet “Oh yeah? And what were you thinking about?” he’s secretly elated to find out that you think about him as much as he’s been thinking about you, his voice has lost its usual snarky drawl and becomes slightly softer as he speaks to you. You giggle softly before speaking “I was thinkin’… about… your body…” Crosshair’s eyes widen at your admission and he feels heat shoot down his spine towards his cock as he thinks about you… wanting him.

His breathing has become shallow and he doesn’t realise he hasn’t replied to your admission, however you seem to want to fill the silence with more information for him “I was thinkin’ ‘bout… what y’ look like under your amour… I was thinkin’ ‘bout… other stuff…” you giggle again as Crosshair tries to adjust his growing length in his bodysuit, just in case one of his brothers walks in he doesn’t want to be seen lying in his bunk with his helmet on sporting a hard on… That’s Tech’s thing.

“You’re drunk… you should get some sleep cyare” its then that he hears it… the soft wet sounds in the background on your end of the call, he strains his ears to see if its what he thinks it is as you let out a soft moan of his name.

All coherent thoughts leave his body as he feels his length throb with need. What he wouldn’t give to be there with you right now, to watch as you touch yourself, to be the one touching you instead as he draws those sensual sounds from your mouth. “I wanna suck your cock so bad Cross” your voice is breathy, and he has to stifle a groan himself as your words send white hot need travelling through his body. “You… you should get some sleep” his voice is raspy, strained with barely contained need as he hears the sounds of your pleasure get louder, you seemingly just ignoring him as you keep spewing sweet torture through the com “I want you inside me… I bet you’re huge… I bet you would ruin me for other men” Crosshair fails to stifle his groan at your words and quickly looks towards the door to make sure his brothers didn’t hear him.

He quickly stands up and makes his way to the refresher and locks himself inside, your voice ringing in his ears the whole time “…would feel so good, you would be so good with your mouth… I wanna cum all over your face” he shudders as he looks at himself in the refresher mirror. The pants of his blacks sport a very obvious wet patch from where his cock is leaking precum, but he feels so conflicted. You’re drunk, you probably don’t want him jerking off to your drunken ramblings about him but…

His thoughts are interrupted as you keep talking “Oh Cross… I wan’ you so bad… I wanna feel your cock inside me I wanna feel you cum inside me” your breathing is getting heavier and the sounds of your self-induced pleasure is assaulting his ears as you up your pace “Cross… Cross! ‘m cumming!” you moan his name and crosshair grunts as he leans against the basin in the refresher, staining his blacks as he cums in his pants entirely untouched. He’s panting and his legs feel like their about to give out beneath him as he regains his focus.

“’m sleepy now…” Crosshair chuckles softly “then get some sleep Cyare” he hears you sigh “but… I wanna keep talkin’ to you” and he feels his heart beat faster again. “We can talk when you wake up… get some sleep” you mumble an affirmative before hanging up the call abruptly leaving Crosshair alone with his thoughts and his soiled blacks. He lets out a sigh before removing his helmet and placing it on the floor near the door and turning on the shower. He couldn’t help but wondering if you were going to remember this tomorrow and be embarrassed, or if you would remember this at all. He stands under the warm spray, cleaning himself before drying off and getting ready to finally get some much-needed sleep. He just hoped you would still want to talk to him tomorrow.

@where-is-my-mind-tho @antishadow2021 @healingskywalker @crosshairlovebot@ilovestarwarsmen725@vincentferard

Also i only have the old document with my un-updated taglist so let me know if i forgot to tag u and I'll add u to the taglist

[luna-andra]

The Shadows Return | Simon 'Ghost' Riley x OC Retired AU | Chapter 7: Candlelight

Summary: Ghost spends the night

Author's note: Before I do anything more, a special thank you to @onomatobooyah for mentioning my fic to someone else! When I got the notification that I was tagged in a comment I thought "Oh boy another p*rn bot" and cried for a good 5 minutes when I realized what it was 😭

word count: 4.4k

If this is the first time you're seeing this, Chapter 1 is here. You can find the rest on my masterlist!

Next chapter is here!

Content Warning: slow burn, eventual smut, 18+, fluff, mentions of mental health, mild violence

Ghost stood under the stream of lukewarm water coming from the showerhead above his tilted head. Anymore cold and he might as well stand outside beneath the endless rain. He could hear a staccato cadence of footsteps climbing the stairs while he peeled off his rain-drenched clothes that clung to his skin, followed by the thud of a door closing. He felt confined in a house that provided ample distance and space for the both of them and her furry companion. Still, being able to hear her movements on the second floor made him feel like he was still too close.

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Andra came out of her own shower shivering. She had read that ice-cold shock baths help regulate the nervous system and, in some cases, improve a person’s anxiety levels. Well, she didn’t have a tub of ice to submerge herself in, so a shower on the coldest setting she could handle would have to do.

Still, the crewneck two sizes too big felt too tight against her skin, her sweatpants stuck to her legs and her toes felt numb from the cold. She sat at the edge of her bed for a few minutes while she warmed up and towel dried her hair. The swipe of Sammy’s tongue against Andra’s hand startled her out of her frazzled thoughts, and she gave Sammy a loving rub to the underside of her maw.

“Crap.” Andra realized Ghost’s jacket was leaving a damp spot on her duvet to the right of her. She got up, abandoning the towel on her chaise lounge and decided to take it downstairs to let it dry on the coat rack by the front door.

The stairs creaked with two different patterns of feet as she walked down in a pair of fuzzy, black socks, just in time to catch Ghost walking out of the bathroom.

There’s no way it went unnoticed with how her eyes practically did a pat down like she was airport security. He had more tattoos on his right leg, a sight only possible due to his basketball shorts. His gray PT shirt with the name ‘RILEY’ across his shoulder blades was just as tight on him as the sopping wet shirt he had on beforehand, all accompanied with his trademark skull balaclava.

Say something, for the love of all gods. “Was the water pressure okay?” Andra was ready for lightning to take her out. If a god exists, it’ll strike me down now.

His eyes squinted from a grin. “Solid.” Ghost reached out for the jacket draped over her arm. “I can take that for you.”

Andra looked down at it before handing it over. “I was going to hang it up so it could dry. Oh, did you happen to put your wet clothes in the wash? It’s behind the sliding door in the bathroom.” She was rambling at this point to diffuse the nerves knotting her stomach.

Ghost looked to the darkened bathroom. “No, I’ll go ahead and do that.”

“I’ll warm up some water on the kettle and grab us some food.” Andra walked past him and headed for the kitchen, Sammy in tow. Ghost’s heavy footsteps made his announcement, joining her in the kitchen. “Do you have any dietary restrictions? I have leftover pot roast from yesterday with some white rice.”

“No, I’ll have what you’re havin’.” Ghost opened the refrigerator door. “Is it this container?” He pointed to the big plastic Tupperware container on the second shelf.

Andra glanced over. “Oh yeah, don’t worry about it, you can sit down and give your feet a rest.”

“Let me do something, doll.” Ghost shut the fridge door and started searching cabinets. There he goes again calling her that; a heat simmered in her lower belly from the way he said it. Andra crouched down to the cabinet in front of her and pulled out a pot. “Here, you can reheat it in here.”

The two of them prepared the leftover meal together, working in tandem as Ghost explores the layout of the kitchen. He opened a cupboard and let out a breathy chuckle. “You have every kind of tea imaginable in here.”

“I like having variety.” Andra reaches for the box labeled with the flavor honey vanilla chamomile. “Take your pick.”

With the kettle boiling, Andra retrieves two mugs, plopping her tea bag in one of them with the string hanging off the side. Ghost reaches for the kettle before she can and pours for both of them.

He was close enough for Andra to detect the scent of his bodywash. The kitchen had never felt smaller before.

“Storm’s bad enough out there to cause a power outage.” Ghost broke the palpable silence as he peered out the window above the kitchen sink. There was still a lightning show going on out there.

Andra started pulling out bowls and utensils for the food. “If it does, I have plenty of candles in the hallway closet.” She brought over the servings of pot roast to the little dinette set in the nook beside the kitchen. They sat down together across from one another, the sound of torrential rain waterfalling on the farmhouse overtaking the silence. It was enough to create its own background noise, like a sleep soundtrack Andra sometimes listens to.

At the same time, the two of them stretched out their legs beneath the table, and upon feeling one another, Ghost jolted back in retreat as if she was a bolt of lightning. They exchanged glances, their eyes communicating a non-verbal apology.

Andra shamefully watched Ghost fist the fabric of his balaclava at his neck and bring it up over his mouth, stopping at the tip of his nose. She had caught a glimpse of his face earlier in the day, but now she was taking in the features that have always been hidden from her.

Wholly chiseled jawline, batman… Andra dipped her head in an attempt to focus on the food in front of her, but her eyes flicked back up while he started to dig in. The parts of his face she could see had a five o-clock shadow of stubble ready to grow, will most likely be there by the morning, his chin was dimpled – gods, save her – and a white scar slashed through the right side of his mouth. There was another scar on the side of his left cheek that disappeared underneath the fabric of his mask.

Andra was no better than a Victorian-age man peeping his first ankle. No one’s facial movements and features have been so interesting before until now. She had to memorize what she could see in fear that it would be the first and last time she’d ever see any part of him again.

“Did you learn how to cook on your own?” Ghost asked, seemingly oblivious to Andra’s ogling eyes.

His timbre voice made Andra drop her spoon in her bowl with a clang as she looked away. The first instinct screamed at her to ask about his scars, but she was thankful for the opportunity to veer her thoughts away from anything other than his marble-carved jawline. “My grandmother when she was still alive, and my dad, and whatever recipes I find online.” Her jittery fingers recovered her fork from the bowl. “Do you cook?”

Ghost wipes his mouth with a napkin, muffling a laugh. “Hardly. I cook simple meals just to meet macros and protein intake, so it’s nice tasting something with flavor for once.”

Andra thought of something else as she swallowed her last bite. “You spent a lot of time in the chow hall, I’m assuming, when you were active duty?”

He sat up straight with a head tilt as his gaze focused elsewhere, recalling years and years of memories. “When I first joined the Royal Air Force, yeah. Then I trained to join the SAS boys, and when I was assigned to task forces, we would take turns cooking meals every evening. Soap - Johnny can’t cook for shit,” Andra smiled like she already knew that, “Gaz was the better one out of all of us.”

Her eyebrow twitched at the name; she heard Johnny talk about Gaz before, but it wasn’t coming to her. “Do you keep in touch with anyone else other than Johnny?”

“Yeah, a few of us catch up a few times outta the year when our schedules align.” His relaxed posture had Andra softly smiling. His legs had stretched out once more, accepting the gentle brush against her foot, then her leg.

She was doing something right today, and it was chasing away her own butterflies and the anxiety the storm had initially created. The thunder wasn’t as frequent, but the rain continued to trickle down the nearest window Andra could see.

Sammy was laying right beside Ghost’s chair, resting her empty head on her paws in a peaceful snooze.

The moment the both of them got up to start cleaning up, she got up as well and wagged her tail in hopes that she would be getting scraps. Ghost looked to Andra, mask concealing him once more, and reached out for her bowl. “I’m cleanin’ up.”

Ghost said it like a declaration that she was not going to change, so she bashfully handed her dish over. “Alright, baby, there’s a little bit left for you.” She scraped the bottom of the pot into Sammy’s dog bowl, her tail smacking Andra’s foot with rapid speed as she sat patiently. “Go ahead.”

Sammy helped herself while Andra brought the last dirty dish to the sink where Ghost was scrubbing at the bowls and tea mugs. The evening was still young; Andra racked her mind for an idea of what they should do with the rest of their time before going to sleep.

After cleaning up, they all relocated to the living room. Ghost paced leisurely around the walkways of the room. He was observing the Halloween decorations adorning the walls, the shelves, and the coffee table. “You’re ready for the holiday, I see.”

“Where people decorate for Christmas right at the beginning of November, I decorate for Halloween on August first.” It was Andra’s tradition, one that she never had the pleasure of showing to others since there weren’t opportunities for hosting at her house. “I hit the costume stores as soon as they open every year, and whatever I find is added to my obscene amount of Halloween decorations I have.”

Ghost picked up the skull-shaped amethyst crystal on one of the shelves, weighing it in his palm. “You could take someone out with this, Christ.” Ghost gently placed it back down and walked back to where he left his bag sitting beside the couch. He picked it up and started rummaging through it. “I threw our books in here before running inside.

Andra’s eyes lit up and accepted the book Ghost chose from his warm hands. “I’m glad you did! I wanted to start reading it tonight.” In truth, she couldn’t think of anything better than buddy reading with Ghost. Yeah, her weekend evenings were a riot.

Ghost sat on one end of the couch, Sammy sat beside him and did two twirls before plopping down. Andra took up the opposite side, curling her legs beneath her and placed a torch light she pulled out of a utility drawer from the kitchen in case the lights did happen to go out. She opened the book up to the author’s note page.

Changes were made to the text in order to protect the work of a unit which continues to play a key role in the fight against terrorism.

“Oh shit.” Andra whispered to herself. Ghost picked an anecdotal story. She looked at the front cover once more to see the author’s name to keep it in the forefront of her thoughts while she reads.

Ghost shifted on the couch cushions, making himself comfortable as he held the book in one hand, his thumb splaying the pages apart. The fabric of his mask made it difficult for Andra to get a peek at his expression, but from what she could tell he was settling into the read as much as she was about to.

They read for what felt like a few hours. Andra shifted every now and then to try and find a new position to get comfortable, as all readers do. Ghost was as still as a statue, the only movement from him was the flip of a page every few minutes. Andra tried peering over to see where he was in the story, only catching a glimpse of the page number if she squinted ever so. A furry German Shepherd was keeping her from getting any closer. Sammy even had the audacity to perch her head on Ghost’s thigh.

Girl, if you only knew how lucky you are.

It’s like her canine companion knew her thoughts; her tail started to tickle Andra’s arm with its little flutters.

With Ghost’s free hand, he rubbed Sammy’s coat along her side before resting his arm on the back of the couch, his hand sitting right behind Andra’s head.

She rolled her lips between her teeth and inhaled through her nose. What were the last three paragraphs about? She retained nothing, even though she swore she read the same sentence three times over.

VRRT-VRRT. Andra’s phone vibrated against the wooden top of the coffee table. Her face immediately heated when she saw who the message was from. On a social media messenger no less since anyone overseas could only communicate with her that way.

Isabella: Andrew made bail, we don’t need your help.

Andra couldn’t roll her eyes hard enough. Her eyes traveled to the time in the upper lefthand corner of the screen. “Hey, it’s already eight.” She turned her head to look at Ghost, and Sammy crawled off the couch with a big stretch. “I usually go to bed in the next thirty minutes, want me to set up the pullout couch for you?”

Ghost was about to dog ear the page he left off on, but Andra quickly handed him one of her bookmarks that sat on her coffee table for instances like these. She knew this would come in handy. He slid the bookmark between the pages and set the book on top of hers. “Sure, I’ll move the table aside.”

Andra got up and shuffled to the hallway closet to retrieve the spare pillow and blanket for her guests. She could hear the scuffing movement of the coffee table being moved across the floor. As she was closing the door, Ghost came to retrieve the items in her hands when the lights began to flicker. Then completely went out.

A flash of lightning lit up the entire house for half a second.

The shatter of breaking glass was loud in her ears.

It had both of them dropping to the floor, a hand muffled the scream Andra let out. Sammy barked in a panic, rushing to Andra and Ghost. She breathed heavily from her nose, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. The onset of hyperventilation.

Ghost’s soft shushes got through to her, his hand moved from her mouth and brushed her hair. “Stay here.”

Andra could feel an absence in front of her; Ghost wasn’t there anymore, but Sammy was beside her, licking her to calm both of them down.

She could hear the sound of a zipper being pulled, the rustle of Ghost removing something from his bag. A weapon? A gun? It made the most sense in her mind. Another flash of lightning went off, long enough for her to see Ghost crouched in front of the couch, a pistol in one hand and a torch crossed over in the other. A soldier – no, a warrior - taking stance like he’s never forgotten his days and nights in service.

A wave of security washed over her. She was coming down from the fear and anxiety, her mind beginning to rationalize that she was safe from whatever had happened.

Was there something out there? No, it was just the force of lightning that broke the window, wasn’t it? She was in the safety of her farmhouse, where no one could possibly get to them. The road was obstructed by a fallen tree.

The light of Ghost’s torch startled her. His pistol was pointed downwards to the ground, finger away from the trigger. “A rock broke through your kitchen window.”

A rock? Andra got up onto her feet, the closer she got to Ghost the clearer she could see him. His shirt was a darker shade of gray, as if it got wet. He went outside. Shit… she didn’t even hear his movements, or the door opening.

“How big of a rock are we talking about?” Ghost led her to the kitchen. It had to be pretty fucking big for it to have –

Wholly shit.

It was about as big as half of a brick. The kind of rock that people throw into windows with notes attached to them to let them know they were on someone’s list. Her eyes bugged wide.

“The storm picked that up?” Andra was trying to rationalize it in her head. Or maybe a strike of lighting hit the ground and sent it flying into her window…

Ghost shook his head. “There’s no way. It’s got weight to it.” He stepped around the broken glass and kicked it, sending it sliding across the tiled floor. It hit the wall beside the back door a little harder than she expected.

She let out a nervous scoff. “No one would be crazy enough to be out in this storm just to be pulling pranks, especially all the way out here. Even so, the road’s blocked.”

His silence brought her no reassurance. He started to look for something to patch up the window, the torch sitting on the table facing up to light up the room. He pulled out one of her kitchen trash bags and used a pocketknife to cut down its seams. “That won’t stop someone from getting out here.”

Andra wished he had just stayed quiet instead. “What are you trying to say?” Her heart was racing in her chest, and her fingertips tingled.

“Let’s get this covered first.” Ghost avoided her question and held the cut out bag up to the window. “We need to tape this.”

“Okay.” Andra pulled the roll of duct tape out of the utility drawer and started to unravel piece after piece. Once the makeshift cover was secured over the broken window, Andra started sweeping up the broken glass. It was a miracle none of the shards punctured her socks, still, to play it safe she discarded the pair into the bin with the dustpan of broken glass.

Andra lit a few candles in the living room to give them some light. Ghost sat there with his elbows resting on his knees, his eyes reflecting a storm as ravenous as the one outside.

“Why do you think someone threw a rock into my window?” Andra sat on the edge of the coffee table.

He finally looked to her. “That day we went into the woods, I spotted a group’s worth of footprints off the beaten path we were on.”

She waited for him to continue his explanation, but it didn’t stop her from theorizing scenarios.

Ghost’s hands clenched into fists. “And lately, a car with stolen license plates have been driving down the road several times in the past few months.”

Her insides went cold, she was glad she was already sitting down. “Wait, you knew about this for months and now you’ve decided to tell me?”

His eyes softened with guilt. “I had every intention of telling you about the first incident at a later time, I just never got the chance –“

“Because you cut me off.”

The silence was so loud, she could hear her heartbeat in her ears. “Yeah.”

Anger and something like betrayal was churning in her chest. It had her gnawing on the inside of her cheeks. She didn’t want to be angry with him, not after she just got him back. Her tongue swiped her lower lip to get rid of the dryness bothering her. “Do you suspect someone is after me? Or you?” She failed to hold back the implicating tone in her voice.

Andra was afraid to look away from Ghost’s stare, afraid that he was going to detect her fear. He was good, and it didn’t surprise her. Ghost straightened himself and rolled his shoulders, giving him an intimidating appearance. “Are you worried that someone might be after you?”

Fuck. Her mouth opened then closed once more before answering. “There were people who had beef with me, but they wouldn’t go out of their way to track me down.”

Andra felt like throwing up. It wasn’t a lie, she wouldn’t lie to Ghost. But what about him? He wasn’t being very forthcoming with her, either. In fact, he evaded her question and turned it back around on her. “I asked if you think someone was after you, and you didn’t answer.”

Now it was his turn to freeze up on her. His shoulders became tense. “I don’t know.”

Her eyebrows went up. “You don’t know?”

“No.”

Andra flinched. Regret glazed his eyes for how bitter that answer came out. Ghost sighed, bowing his head to avoid her wounded gaze. It wasn’t the first time she’s heard him shut down the conversation before, the first time being about his family. There was a wall between them when it came to his past, but his was far thicker and higher than hers.

She had no right pushing him for answers while she concealed her own secrets as well.

“I’ll be gone first thing in the morning.”

Her heart ached. No, not again. He was distancing himself, but this time it was from pre-conceived notions that the both of them had no clue was true. She didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to respond. Her words were stuck in her throat. So, she swallowed with a head nod and went upstairs.

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Andra snoozed her alarm twice. Sleep evaded her for majority of the night, and when she thought it finally came, the power came back on around three in the morning. With a disgruntled groan, she turned the lights off and laid in the dark of her room.

Now she was struggling to get out of bed with hardly any rest. She had to get ready; Johnny already sent his usual ‘on the way’ message, so he was going to be met with the obstacle of the fallen tree. She had thrown on a black and white flannel and an unwashed pair of jeans, brushed her teeth and threw her hair up in a tie.

The living room was empty by the time she came downstairs. The foldout couch was put away, the blanket folded neatly with the pillow sitting on top. She checked to see if the makeshift cover on the kitchen window held up through the night, and it did. She made a mental note to herself to call her insurance. Should she make a police report as well? It was probably a good idea to see if there were any signs of a person being out there first.

Ghost stuck to his word and was out of the house first thing.

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Something was off with Andra, Johnny could detect it in the way she forced a smile every time she talked to a customer. It faded once no one was around. She was quiet with him and shook her head with an unsatisfied sound coming from her when she checked her phone.

“You’re off today, lass.” Johnny started. “I figured after the evening you had with company, you would be a wee bit chipper.”

  “I guess Ghost didn’t tell you what happened.” She slipped her phone in her back pocket and sat in her foldout chair.

Johnny leaned against the table and crossed his arms. “No.”

She was avoiding his eyes. “The day at Lyme Park was really good. Everything was super nice until a rock went and shattered my window in the kitchen.”

His head tipped up and his eyes shut for a moment. “And he panicked, I’m assuming.”

“Well, we both did.” Andra explained. “It was kind of weird how the power went out and then the rock came through the window. But he texted me just now to let me know he called up someone to go repair it and he foot the bill for me.”

Johnny nodded his head. “Typical Simon.”

Andra rubbed her forehead in frustration. “Now I feel like he’s trying to push me away again because he thinks someone did it rather than some freak accident-“

“Wait, he told you that?” Johnny stood up straight, his hands falling to his sides.

“In so many words, yeah. Then he told me that someone has been through the woods of my property, and there’s been a vehicle with mismatched plates driving down our road.”

Johnny turned away from her and pretended to prep paper bags. “That’s a new one…”

There was a beat of silence before Andra grabbed his arm to turn him back to her. “You knew about the first incident?” Oh shit, she wasn’t happy about that.

He grimaced. “Sorry, lass. He did tell me to keep a lookout when I am there and when I’m with you at the market.”

She threw her hands up in disbelief, this time she gave him her back. “Unbelievable, you men.”

“Simon didn’t want you scared about something that might not be an issue,” Johnny tried to justify. “His PTSD tends to send him into overdrive at things like this.”

“Now there’s been a new incident to add onto the list, though.” Andra started to pack up her stall now that it was noon.

Johnny grabbed the chair in her hand to make her take pause to look at him. “These coincidences aren’t incidents, we have no proof of someone bothering either you or Simon. Don’t let his anxiety get to you, it’s gonna be fine.”

Her sad eyes locked onto him, telling him that she was just as shaken up as Simon probably is. And he wanted to know what has haunted her for her to remain that way.

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And that is the end of Act 1! Thank you to everyone that has stuck around with me so far, and thank you to my new readers that took a chance on my fic as well! I'm going to be taking a brief break from writing to avoid burning myself out again, it won't be as long as the last time. I do intend on posting a filler chapter like I was contemplating, but I do want to give myself some time away from the keyboard and enjoy other things.

I'll be seeing y'all again soon <3

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A/N: Hey y’all! Here’s another Phinks oneshot requested by one of my wattpad readers! My requests are always open, just keep in mind that it may take me awhile to get to them bc i’m working on sooo many fics rn. Anyway, hope you enjoy! <3

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Warning: Sexual content

The mission was simple: break into the social club on the edge of town and steal the valuables that were said to be hidden in the safe. What the intel failed to mention was that the social club was a common hangout for the local mafia members. When the four of you broke in, you were completely swarmed. Of course, those grunts couldn't actually use nen, so it didn't pose much of a challenge, but a heads up still would have been nice.

   "What's wrong? Why are you holding back?" You asked Phinks as he snapped the neck of the last man in the most recent wave of enemies, dropping him into a heap on the ground.

   "Huh? Whachya mean, holding back?"

   "Oh sorry, I just thought you had to have some kind of intense power to be a part of the phantom troupe."

   You hadn't been with the troupe for long, so you hadn't gotten to see everyone's abilities, but you were very impressed with the few that you had seen. It made sense why they had the sort of reputation that they did.

   "The hell are you saying?"

   "Nothing, forget it. Let's just catch up with Shalnark and Feitan." The hallway ahead of you split into two paths. You weren't exactly sure which one led to the other spiders. "Uh, any idea where they went?"

   "I was a little busy when they ran off," he snapped.

   Why was he always so fucking defensive?

   "Alright, guess we'll have to split up to find them. You think you can handle yourself?"

   He rolled his eyes as he pushed past you. "Don't get too cocky, newbie."

   You both picked a hallway to follow. It became clear pretty quickly that you had chosen the right path. More blood and bodies covered the floor the further you went. Eventually, you found Feitan and Shalnark standing at the end of the hallway. Behind them was a large, metal door.

   "Oh, hey y/n!" Shalnark called when he saw you. "Perfect timing."

   "Where's Phinks?" Feitan asked impatiently.

   "He went down the other hallway to look for you guys."

   He gave an annoyed grunt as he pulled out his phone. "Will text him."

   "So, how's your first official mission going so far? You sure you still wanna be a troupe member?" Shalnark asked you.

   "It's not all that bad," you laughed. "I hadn't talked to Phinks much before this, though. What the hell is his problem?"

   "Good question," Feitan muttered as he read Phinks's immediate reply to his text.

   Shalnark laughed. "Aw, come on! Phinks is a great guy. He's just got a lot of. . ."

   "Anger issues?" Feitan offered.

   Shalnark shook his head. "No, that's not it."

   "Stupidity?"

   "Not that either."

   "Don't know what else it could be."

   Shalnark's eyes lit up. "Passion! Yeah, that's it."

   Feitan hummed, clearly thinking his answers were better.

   "We havin a party over here?" Phinks asked as he strolled up. "What the hell are you guys doing just standing around?"

   "Well, we were waiting for you to catch up," Shalnark explained.

   "Took you long enough," you teased.

   Phinks opened his mouth, likely to cuss you out for picking on him, but Shalnark cut him off.

   "So anyway, this door might give us a bit of trouble. I can try to hack the digital lock, unless you have any other ideas, Phinks?"

   Feitan snickered. "Really asking him?"

   Phinks reared on him. "Hey, listen here, you little runt, I'm as capable of coming up with solutions as anyone else!"

   "Whatever you say."

   "I don't need this," Phinks huffed before taking a few steps back. "Watch and learn."

   He activated his nen and charged at the door, preparing to throw his body into it. At the last second, it swung open, causing him to crash to the floor. You and Feitan couldn't help but laugh.

   "Whoops! Sorry, Phinks," Shalnark apologized. "I ended up being able to hack it after all."

   Phinks groaned, rolling onto his back. "It's fine, Shal. No harm done, right?"

   "Just to your ego," Feitan said. "Proved us right."

   "I dunno," you countered, "even I didn't think he could be that pathetic."

   He lifted his head to look at you. "You wanna quit talkin shit?"

   You shrugged. "I'm just being honest"

   He scoffed in response. "That's it." Phinks pushed himself off of the ground, dusting himself off. "Fei, Shal, you think you can handle the rest of this mission?"

   They both looked at each other, clearly confused. It was Shalnark who finally answered. "Uh, sure, yeah."

   With that, Phinks stormed over to you, picked you up, and threw you over his shoulder like it was nothing.

   "Hey!" You shrieked. "Put me down!"

   "Relax, will ya? You and I are just gonna go have a chat about this fucking attitude of yours."

   "I can walk just fine on my own, though! Shalnark, will you talk some sense into this brute?"

   Shalnark waved at you as you disappeared around the corner of the hallway. "See you guys later! Remember that spiders aren't allowed to kill each other!"

   You couldn't believe his response. The other two were really just letting Phinks carry you off to god-knows-where to bitch you out. Fucking traitors.

   Phinks found an empty room—some sort of storage room judging by the piles of boxes and shelves of junk—that he decided was private enough for him to say whatever was on his mind. He locked the door behind him so that no stray mafia members would interrupt and finally set you back on your feet. As soon as he did, you punched him in the shoulder.

   "Ow! What the hell is that for?!"

   "For treating me like a god damn rag doll!"

   You went to swing again, but he caught your fist and pinned you against the wall.

   "Will you calm the fuck down?"

   "No, you're acting like a dickhead."

   "Me? You're the one firing off all the snarky comments. Didn't anyone ever teach you any manners?"

   "Oh, you're right. I forgot i'm supposed to respect my elders," you spat. "Sorry, geezer."

   He gave a wry laugh. "You know, with the way you're acting, it seems like you might be trying to hide something."

   "Oh yeah? Like what?"

   He moved one of his hands from where it kept you pinned, tilting your head so that your eyes met. "I think you've got a little crush."

   It was your turn to laugh. "You can't be serious."

   A crush? Absolutely not. Sure, when you'd first seen Phinks you couldn't help but admire him—I mean, come on, his body was stupidly gorgeous—but your interest was quickly crushed by his personality. You hated men who thought they were god's gift to humanity.

   "Don't think I haven't noticed you staring at me back at the base." He smirked. "You want me, don't you? That's why you're being such a brat—it's just to get my attention."

   You scoffed. "God, you're so fucking cocky."

   "Be honest," he leaned closer so his lips nearly brushed your ear. "Does it make you want me even more?"

   His warm breath made you shiver. It didn't go unnoticed by Phinks, who started to chuckle before you pushed him away.

   "Knock it off!"

   "Why?" He asked. "Because you know i'm right?"

   "You're not," you insisted, trying to keep your pride in-tact.

   "Oh, come on, I felt the way you reacted when I was close to you." His finger traced your ear to emphasize his point.

   You smacked his hand away. "I'm not sure what you mean."

   "Right." He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, following the action with his eyes. "So you're telling me that if I tried to kiss you right now, you'd stop me?"

   "Why don't you find out?"

   He frowned. "Are you just looking for an excuse to hit me?"

   "I don't need an excuse."

   "Guess I might as well take my chances, then."

   He wrapped his fingers in your hair and pulled you to him so that your lips met.

   You didn't punch him. Hell, you didn't even try to push him away. Your eyes just fluttered shut as the world melted around you. What the hell was wrong with you?

   You opened your eyes again when the two of you broke apart. You'd be lying if you said that you were surprised by the smug look on his face.

   "Guess I was right."

   "No, you absolutely were not!" You denied, though your voice sounded incredibly shrill and unconvincing as it left your throat.

   He crossed his arms over his chest. "Then why'd you let me kiss you?"

   "Spiders don't fight."

   It was a pathetic excuse.

   "You would've been well within your rights to slap me if you wanted. I wouldn't have held it against you."

   "I didn't know."

   "Would it really have changed the way you reacted?"

   "It might've, yeah."

   Even you didn't believe it as you said it. Really, you knew that Phinks fully expected you to slap him when he'd kissed you. Things certainly would've been a whole lot easier if you had. Now you were left questioning yourself.

   His hand found its way back into your hair. "Well, here, i'll do it again so you have the chance."

   "No, don't do that!"

   "Why not? Because you're lying? Because you know you secretly want me to?"

   Your face was starting to feel impossibly hot. "That's not it at all!"

   "Oh, really? Then what is it? You're afraid of hurting me?"

   "I. . ."

   He laughed. He knew he'd won. "You had so much to say earlier. Where'd all that sass go?"

   You pursed your lips, glaring daggers at him. "Shut up."

   "You're cute when you act tough."

   "I'll kick your ass, you know."

   He brushed his thumb over your cheek, flashing you that gorgeous, crooked smile that you could barely stomach. "Oh, I'm sure you will."

   "Don't patronize me. I fucking mean it."

   "Mhmm."

   You frowned, feeling your annoyance battling it out with the sexual tension. You weren't sure which would win.

   Ultimately, it was Phinks who threw in te towel. He untangled his fingers from your hair and stepped away from you, moving to leave the room.

   You felt breathless without his touch, without having him so close to you.

   "Where the hell are you going?" You called after him.

   He turned back to you. "I figured we were done talking. I mean, you told me that my theory was wrong, so what more is there left to say?"

   He turned again to leave. You rushed forward, grabbing him by the shoulder and spinning him around. You'd been so ready to tell him off, to give him a piece of your mind, but as soon as your eyes met you froze.

   "What's this all about, huh?" he asked.

   "We don't. . . we don't have to say anything."

   "The hell do you mean by that?"

   You threw your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. He was caught off guard for a second, but then you felt him smile against you. He had won. He was right. Whatever.

   "So you do want me?" he teased, biting your bottom lip.

   You flipped the two of you around so that he was the one pinned up against the wall. "Please, you couldn't wait to get me alone."

   You pressed your mouth to his again, running your tongue over his bottom lip for him to grant you entrance. He dropped his jaw so that you could explore his mouth with your tongue. All the while you were working your fingers into his hair, pulling his head aside to expose his neck.

   When you sunk your teeth into his skin he let out a combination of a yelp and a moan. "Jesus christ, woman."

   "What?" You asked innocently, pressing a gentle kiss to the spot where you'd bitten him.

   He chuckled, tilting his head for you to keep going. "You just might be more than I bargained for."

   The corners of your mouth pricked up into a smirk. "I guarantee I am."

   You sucked a harsh bruise onto his neck as you unzipped his jacket, slowly pushing it off of his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. You hadn't ever seen him without it, so you hadn't realized just how toned he really was. His muscles rippled under the loosely fitting material of his tank top. You could hardly peel your eyes away.

   "Wanna wipe up all that drool?" he teased.

   "Fuck off."

   "Nah, it's fine. You can admit you think i'm a dime."

   You wrapped your hand around his throat. "Would you shut the hell up?"

   His eyes went wide with excitement. "Yes ma'am."

   Your clothes flew off piece by piece amidst a montage of sloppy kisses and teeth grazing skin until he was sat back against a stack of crates with you straddling his lap. You gripped his shoulders as you slowly sank down on his cock, mouth agape and brows furrowed in a silent, pained moan at the feeling of him stretching you out. He felt even bigger than he'd looked.

   "You okay?" He asked, brushing your hair out of your face so he could look into your eyes as soon as your hips were resting on his.

   "Just fine," you assured him, though you were sure your face was betraying you.

   "So you'd be alright with me moving right now?" He shifted experimentally and you felt a surge of pain stemming from where the two of you were connected.

   Your hands shot to his chest to stop him. "Let me."

   You slowly raised your hips and lowered them back down on him, building up a rhythm to get yourself comfortable until you were all but bouncing on his dick. His hands held your ass, lazily guiding you up and down his shaft.

   He threw his head back in a moan. "You're so fucking hot. Shoulda done this sooner. Shoulda made a move the second I laid eyes on you."

   "I would've thought you were a jackass," you retorted.

   He gave a breathy laugh in response. "Does that mean you don't now?"

   "I'm not sure i'd say that."

   His mouth quirked into an amused smile before he pulled you into a kiss, hot and passionate and wild. When you broke apart he rested his forehead against yours, letting his hands run over your skin to soothe you.

   "Do you need me to hold back still?"

   You shook your head.

   "Then you might wanna brace yourself."

   He gripped your hips and started thrusting up into you. You buried your face into his neck, clawing at his back and tugging at his hair, trying to keep yourself grounded as he pounded into you relentlessly. He didn't slow until his tip rammed your cervix, causing you to squeal into his shoulder.

   He froze, pulling away so he could look at you. "Was that too much? Did I hurt you?"

   "I'm fine," you assured him.

   He rolled the two of you so that you were on your back. "I can slow it down for a sec," he said, rolling his hips so that he moved in long, slow strokes. With the angle he was at, he brushed all the right spots on each retreat. You were practically seeing stars.

   "God, Phinks," you breathed.

   "Yeah, babe? That feel good?"

   "Fuck, yes."

   Your hands snaked up his arms to pull him down into another kiss. Meanwhile, one of his hands moved between the two of you and settled on your clit. You gasped as his fingers started tracing circles against it and he used the opportunity to catch your bottom lip between his teeth.

   You arched against him, letting out a low whine. You appreciated how gentle he was trying to be with his slow thrusts, but it wasn't enough.

   "What is it, gorgeous?"

   "I want more."

   "More? You want me to be rough with you again?"

   "Please."

   He completely pulled out of you. The empty feeling left you ready to complain, but he cut you off when he grabbed you by the throat and said, "Get on your hands and knees."

   You quickly scrambled to do as he'd asked, nearly shaking with anticipation as he positioned himself behind you. You were expecting the sensation of his cock head teasing your entrance, but instead he landed a hard slap on your ass.

   "What the hell was that for?!" You yelped as he did it again.

   "You think you can act like a brat all night long without any consequences? You should've known you had this coming. You were practically begging for me to put you in your place."

   You didn't know how to react. You'd never had anyone treat you like that before. You were struggling to accept the fact that you kind of enjoyed it.

   He folded himself over your body so that he was speaking directly in your ear. "Now, you're gonna take every inch of me like the good little slut you are, got it?"

   You nodded, struggling to find words to respond to him.

   Once he got the go-ahead, he shoved your face down into the floor so that your back arched, making your ass stick up. He gave it one last slap before forcing the whole length of his cock into you at once.

   You cried out in pain, gritting your teeth as your walls accommodated his size.

   "You can take it," he said, pressing a kiss to your neck. "Can't you?"

   "Yes,” you whimpered.

   "Good girl.”

   His words caused a new heat to build between your legs. "Please," you begged, "fuck me."

   "Whatever you want, princess."

   He pulled back his hips and slammed them into you again, repeating the action over and over until he was was hammering into you even faster than before. You could feel that familiar coil of pleasure building once more, threatening to snap. As if Phinks could sense it, he dropped a hand down to give attention to your clit again.

   "Come for me, babe. I know you're close." He nipped at your ear. "I wanna feel you come on my cock. I wanna ride you through it until you're all fucked out. Let go for me."

   You did, letting your orgasm wash over you, carrying all of the tension in your body with it until you practically melted into Phinks. It was pure bliss.

  He groaned as he felt your walls clench around him and grabbed your hips, using them as handlebars to help him chase his own release. Within moments, you felt him stutter and a warmth spread through you, letting you know that he'd finished as well.

   Once the fog had cleared a bit from his head, he pulled out of you and rolled onto the floor, laying on his back. You collapsed beside him and watched his chest rise and fall heavily as he caught his breath.

   "You gonna be alright?" You asked. "I know senior citizens are at a higher risk for heart attacks if they overexert themselves."

   He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into him, tilting your chin up and slipping his thumb between your lips.

   "You sure do like to mouth off. Maybe next time we'll have to put this to better use."

   You spat his thumb out. "Next time? You've got the wrong idea. This was just a one-off thing."

   He gave a hearty chuckle, like what you said had genuinely amused him. "Sure it was, babe. Whatever you say."

[maymeowmoo]

what are some of your favorite smg4 ships?

Alright so! Imma write these in order of most Liked to Not for me :)

☆ Smg4 x Smg3 - Obviously one of my favs! I am a sucker for Enemies -> Friends -> Lovers. Being cosmically connected and sensing changes in the other via that link? SO GOOD! I also like hurt/comfort A LOT and these two are great for that. Idk I could continue on writing but I don't wanna make this too long.

☆ Melony x Axol - My other fav ship. I mean this one is quite obvious and issa canon! I am also a sucker for slow burns so them having a slower paced love story made me very happy. Makes the whole thing more impactful. Melony is also one of my fav characters so that is a bonus ;D

☆ Meggy x Tari - Meggy at this point is a pretty solid character and her with Tari make a great dynamic. [Note: I actually thought they lived together for a lil bit.] Tari is the sweet and friendly to Meggy's passionate and combativeness nature. It's hard to explain but it just works for me. Their characters both compliment each other and they canonaclly improve each other. I really like this ship :3 (Issa very close to being a fav ngl)

☆ Smg4 x Mario & Smg3 x Mario - [Note: Mario is probably strictly attracted to spaghetti ngl XuX] Why did I bundle em up together? Well I think the poly ship of 'Star Trio' is cool. Adding a total dumbass into Smg4 x Smg3 works in my opinion (now that I think abt it this poly ship is just 3 morons, BANGER if I say so myself). Individually: Mario and Smg4 would continue havin their lil adventures and being silly together. Mario with Smg3 on the other hand would be two mischievous queers reeking havoc (Smg4 would have to probably stop em heh). [Honestly I would have to analyze these deeper but I ain't here to make a whole essay rn so uhhhh... maybe another time idk]

☆ Tari x Saiko - Well idk what to say since I am neutral on this one. I know it exists and I think the fanart looks cute! I don't mind it at all, looks sweet :)

☆ Mario x Meggy & Smg3 x Melony - Personally I don't like these ships :/ I like to think of Mario and Meggy as strictly friends/kinda-siblings. With Smg3 x Melony basing on the YT Remote arc I see em more as only friends/ kinda family vibes. These days tho (with them not interacting as much as I would hope :( Big sad) they are probably friends.

Honorable mention:

Tari x Lugi - [Important note: This would only work if Luigi was a Bi with heavy male preference, idk what his attraction is but I personally think he is more likely to be 100% gay soooo yeah!] These two are an example of 'similar people attract'. I imagine Luigi would be gardening while Tari enjoys watching the ducks swim in a nearby lake :D They have similar personalities and I think it could be very cute! Them being close friends would also work for me :) OOOO maybe something like platonic soulmates? That could be neat >:D

Again thank you so much for the ask! I kinda used the opportunity to elaborate a lil on some ships so that was fun >:D Sorry if it's a bit long but I like being detailed! Hope this was a kinda good answer ^^'/

[lostfracturess]

IM SO AAAAAHHHHHH NO BCS WDYM SUGURU HAS FEELINGS FOR READER BYEEEE WHEN I READ THAT LINE I HAD TO STOP AND BREATHE im sorry im a suguru girliee BUT !!!!!!!! reader and satoru oh gosh the way satoru said ‘i love u’ and then reader was like ‘i hate you’ bye that was hilarious. and TETHERED !!! i love how satoru was so confused like huh ??? thought we were being emotional and sobby rn ?? that was also very funny. my fav part was satoru’s confessions 😭 god hes such an ass like whys he doing all the lovey dovey stuff THE TENSIONNNNN without the title (bf gf) i mean i understand but also i hate him but also god pls send me a gojo satoru in my lifeeeee also I HATE YAGA WTF AND THE ENDING ?????? IM DEADDDDDD THANK YOUUU FOR ANOTHER AMAZING SCRUMPTIOUS CHAPTER IM WELL FED UNTIL THE NEXT CHAPTER

thank u so so much!! hahahaha i think that suguru plot twist has a few suguru girlies in a chokehold. but as i said nothing crazy will happen there yet.

yesss, also love the dynamic of him always saying he loves her and all that and then she’s just like i hate u and ur stupid face.

also her pushing him away mid like makeing out and after such heartful conversations ahhahah, she was just like, MOVE OUTTA MY WAY BITCH IM HAVIN AN IDEA. and satoru is like, yeah that’s my girl, a little bit crazy 😫🫶

so glad you liked the latest chapter !! & manifesting a lovely satoru gojo for u <3

[keirawantstocry]

ive come to perpetuate myself in your asks again, 💋anon. once again fantastic writing, all the soft lil kisses for you, twas great.

I come back with more yuri. So tina had a little kinda possessive moment while doing demon time. And as you write possisiveness/jealousy so very well i was thinking tina being possessive over either just bagi or All the other moms.

hope youre havin a good day :>

All the soft kisses for you anon!!! I'm literally kissing you on the mouth rn! let's go yuri!!! 

Tina had always hated how possessive she was. All the people she had been with insisted that it was strange and that she needed to get off their asses. It didn't matter that most of the time she turned out to be right about the strangeness of their vibes. So she tried to calm down that side of herself. Bagi meant a lot to her, she didn't want to lose her because of something she could shove down. 

It scared her. When she felt that nasty beast rearing its head as she saw Niki flirting with Bagi. 

She was waltzing over before she could stop herself, wrapping her arms around Bagi tightly, her tail flicking like a whip behind her. “Hey, Niki,” she said harshly. “I think it's time for you to go. I don't appreciate you getting so close to what's mine.” 

Niki's eyes lit up with unexpected mirth. She glanced between the girls. “I'll be on my way, yeah? Have fun you two.” She winked before taking her leave. 

As soon as she was out of eye shot, Tina released her grip and backed away, her eyes going wide. Oh no, she thought. I let it get ahold of me, Bagi is going to be so upset. 

But when Bagi turned to look at her there was no anger in her eyes. There was something dark, something unexpected but no anger. 

“I'm yours?” she said in a teasing tone and Tina flushed. 

“I'm sorry. I get possessive.” 

“Don't apologize,” Bagi said, striding forward to grab her face. “It was hot. Kiss me.” 

Tina's jaw dropped but she couldn't help but agree. Rush forward and meet Bagi's mouth in a messy kiss. She nearly groaned at the sweet taste of her lips. The press of her tongue against Tina's lips, sliding them open. 

“That was so hot,” she murmured against the demon's lips. “I like you possessive. I like everything about you.” 

Tina couldn't help but giggle into the kiss. That sent a rush of blood to her head. Hell fucking yeah.

[jazz-kitty]

1, 2 , 7, 8 :3

1. favorite character[s]

ive already talked about kenneth and flora BUT! runner up is cera i think. i haven't seen her in a million years but that's okay. i think she's incredibly fucked up and i want to get her #OUT of her mental and also physical ice prison.

im preddyyyyyyy sure rn that angie is a fucked up cursed version of anju, but as "angie" she still made a servant. it just happens to be in the image of cella- taking some of her likeness & kind of her name- because even deep down the fragments of anju in angie still cares for cella. but i dont actually know. i think her dedication to angie is super fucked up and interesting though. angie doesn't care whether her meat homunculus made of illegal magic lives or dies, but cera is also so incredibly willing to lay down her life for her boss that somehow it works out. well. hopefully it stops working out bc i want cera to be able to live for herself but. AH! not much to say since it all happened like six chapters ago now sicne anyones even thought of cera but i still spin her aorund in my brain bc she's epic as hell. my friend said her ace was a morpeko :(((( thats so CUTE!!!

2. least favorite character[s]

i don't like saki or karen. what do you do when a character for most of their screentime is intended to be comedic relief and then you just don't find them funny. i feel like such a nerd but i just don't think they have jokes and theres not much else to like about them ToT at least as it stands. idk. even then i'll still draw both of them no problem i am not exactly a professional at disliking characters. my main issue with them is that they don't appeal to my sense of humor and if i'm drawing & writing them they do. so. problem solved?

erick is also kind of up there but he stays in his lane over in poison type gearen city [forgot the actual name] so he doesn't bother me as much. plus he has cat ears so he gets bonus points.

7. favorite friendship[s]

patty & cera have they ever talked? NO! have they ever talked about each other? NO! in a hypothetical situation, would it be kind of cute? YEAH!

for ones that r actually on screen though. i loveee neved & nastasia. even if it was just 1 conversation, i love their dynamic. the two most mature [AUTHORS NOTE: does not mean they are mature. just means they are not zetta geara or madelis] xen members havin a little chat and i'm TUNED IN!!!! and their shared affection for ren is so cute. they both know it's a bad idea and they BOTH tell each other it's a bad idea, and then immdiately just go Anyways, because they r BOTH going to continue caring about ren anyways. whateverrr. i think it's cute.

honorable mention delpha and adam. theyr eso sweet. they love each otherrrrrrrr they make fun of each other so much but they would kill someone for each otherrr <3

8. favorite family dynamic

florin and flora you're so. i talk about them too much. florin disowning flora after finding out she's in bladestar is soooo. oh my goodness! and then trying to get her the death penalty too!!! i think about how after florin says that he just wishes flora would trust him more- that he's there for her, if only she'd let him be- flora says THIS

its so. god dude. i feel like it's not just that flora was leading bladestar, but selfishly- florin cares more about the fact that flora never told him about it. and its soooo. oh my god. both of them care[d] about the other so much but are far too fucked up to ever be able to show it. flora feels like she's the only one who can ever get her job done- especially after rune turned her down- and she wants to keep florin SAFE by keeping him out of everything. and florin just wants to BE THERE for his SISTER!!! without understanding until darchlight cave why she's making it so difficult to!!! god!!! it's so evil how many times things could've gotten better and how many chances flora had to just let her brother love her and how every single time she refuses and florin gets pushed a little closer to the edge of a metaphorical cliffside. me when im in a lack of communication challenge and my opponent is flora who thinks letting her brother think she hates him and actively trying to get him to hate her is the simplest way to handle things. i hate rejuv

[lokilysolbitch]

ooh i have some

-hmmm im feeling so happy and content right nowiwannarelapse. oh thats weird. let me just look into my thoughts to find the secret sadness--oh there isnt any. im fully vibing rn. butiwannarelapse okay who said that

-i keep having panic attacks and i just realised its only when the lights are off so i suppose?? im afraid of the dark??? suddenly?? i guess?? i mean it looks exactly like that from the outside. but im not scared of the dark. it just causes my panic attacks.

-normally i really love this show but idk im just kinda chillin right now tho. no feral mode, just casual appreciation. like. deep in my brain im very excited. but overall its alright ig

-yeah im havin a panic attack rn😐. yeah i physically feel so shaky and tense😐. what am i panicking about? idk it just kinda happened. no no my thoughts arent scattered its just my body panicking. yeah. its weird. lol what if i treated my body like it was entirely a different dude and like talked to myself like what if i just went 'it'll be okay'-- WAIT WHAT THE FUCK THAT ACTUALLY HELPED. WHAT THE HELL. THAT NEVER HELPS WHEN I SAY IT TO MYSELF

-if i had to describe my brain right now, it would be like me in the front, and then another dude crying in the corner. like i can just go ahead like normal but there is a sad energy in the air. almost as if its specifically in one corner of my brain. like its coming from the back left corner. specifically. like i can almost turn around in my brain and point to th--

-hehe i love ballerinas actually no i hate them. but theyre pretty. gross. but pink. ew thats girly. but im girly. no.

hello sysblr. please help me out!

can you all tell be about your experiences with emotional influence and emotions 'bleeding through' from another part/alter?

i had an experience recently that is making me think again.

[graysongraysoff]

ngl gamers i’ve been feeling pretty depressed