#phinks magkav

[medcat33]

Shouldn’t you have some gloves on for this?

[narrators-journal]

The phantom troupe sexuality headcanons

I got a bit of a hair in me and decided to come back to hunter x hunter and share some thoughts on the villains. Part of that was just because Uvogin is probably my favorite spider, but also, I’ve dabbled with writing for the other spiders before, and I wanted to return to them and share my thoughts on them. This is based mostly on vibes and some refreshing skimming of their wikipedias, nothing super serious.

CHROLLO LUCILFER

I’ve covered Chrollo before, and my thoughts on him haven’t changed. He still strikes me as unlabelled and like he has no real interest to try and find one. If he finds you attractive, he finds you attractive and that’s about it. Man, woman, non-binary, it doesn’t matter to him.

PHINKS MAGKAV

Phinks strikes me as pretty firmly heterosexual. I imagine he’s dabbled and sampled some other genders, but he still prefers women over any other. He’ll flirt and lead a man on if needed, but he doesn’t strike me as the type to go all the way just for work.

UVOGIN

Despite his usual behavior, I imagine Uvogin has actually put in the effort to explore his sexuality. He’s taken the time to contemplate and experiment in his youth, and can comfortably decide he’s a bisexual man with a bit more of a preference for women than men. If the chemistry is there, he’ll date and sleep with a man with no issues, he simply likes titties a bit more than pecs.

MACHI KOMACHINE

Lesbian. Machi vibes very strongly to me as a lesbian. That being said, I do imagine she’s willing to at least humor a man’s attraction to her if times are rough and she needs money or some form of leverage for her work. She is a criminal after all, and she doesn’t mind using her good looks against perverted men. Though, like Phinks, she doesn’t strike me as the type to go all the way, even for work.

FEITAN PORTOR

Feitan strikes me as another heterosexual, and I don’t think he’s bothered to really explore to confirm nor argue that fact. He’s more interested in hurting others and little else than picking apart his tastes. Though, to be fair to him, it’s kinda hard for someone to match his psycho sadistic freak, and he doesn’t seem to even generally like people who can’t do that, so he doesn’t date a lot overall.

PAKUNODA

I can’t get a super strong vibe from Pakunoda, sadly. She seems like she’d be heterosexual, but I could also see her liking women sometimes too. I’d probably say she doesn’t bother to label herself super strictly. She predominantly likes men, but if the mood strikes, she’d flirt with and sleep with a woman. She doesn’t bother to hold herself to a single sexuality.

SHIZUKI MURASAKI

I’m not going to like, Shizuki doesn’t seem like even she knows what her sexuality is. She’s spacey enough to forget the heinous shit she’s done, so I can see her being so spacey that she doesn’t remember her crushes. I’d also say she’s more like Feitan and simply doesn’t bother to date, so I don’t think she’s in any rush to figure herself out.

SHALNARK RYUSEIH

Shalnark seems like he’d be bisexual to me. Like Uvogin, he’s experimented and tested, and he’s comfortably pretty 50/50 on his tastes. He likes women, he likes men, and he’s not super picky beyond that.

NOBUNAGA HAZAMA

Nobunaga knows his preferences very well. He’s picked them apart and he’s chewed on them, but I don’t think he’s the type to share what those preferences are. He seems like a very private man to me, so I think he’d go unlabelled and leave his sexuality up to whatever others want to assume.

HISOKA MOROW

Like Chrollo, I’ve covered Hisoka before, but I want to take the chance to return to him a bit. Not because my opinion has shifted, but because I don’t like my writing from that long ago. I think Hisoka is very firmly pansexual. He is not a man with strong morals, he truly only cares about fighting and strong opponents, so as long as you can intrigue him in that way, he’ll be attracted to you. That is a threat.

[strangemonochromes]

Hunter x Hunter // Yoshihiro Togashi

[shiftingparadise]

I loved the way you wrote phinks 🥹 if it’s not to much to ask, could you write a brat taming scenario with him? Thank u!

I'm sorry it took so long... but it's finally here 🥺🤍 I hope everyone's doing fine. I'm sorry I'm not uploading as regularly as I used to, but I'm working on your requests. I got a request about writing a foursome with Feitan, Phinks, and Chrollo, and I'm kinda thinking about writing it into another Soft Spot sequel... Also writing a part 2 about the Mikey x Draken fic and I got a request about Gojo..; I'm so so so excited about this one 🥹. Sorry for the rant, have a great day everyone 🤍✨

Warnings: smut

Word Count: 1933

“Yes”. “I understand”. “Of course”. 

“Who was that?”, you walked behind him, softly massaging his shoulders. “Boss. We need to go”. 

“We?”, you frowned, “How does he know you’re with me?”. 

You agreed to keep this a secret. Both of you agreed to it. It was better this way.

“Don’t know, don’t care”, he lifted his shoulders, “Get dressed”. “Yes sir”, you rolled your eyes at his demanding tone, “Where are we meeting?”. “He texted me the coordinates, it looks like an abandoned warehouse”. 

“Just us two or?”. “All the spiders”. “Ugh”, you let your head fall back as you slouched to your room, “That means Hisoka’s coming too”. 

“So?”, his hot breath greeted your ear as his arms wrapped around your waist. “He’s … weird. He keeps staring at me as if he’s going to hunt me down like some prey”. “You’re pretty, everyone looks at you like that”. 

You tried to ignore the dancing butterflies in your stomach or how his hands were tugging at your panties, but it was impossible. Your body was addicted to him. 

“P-phinks-“, “Ssh, it’s okay, princess”, a soft bite on your shoulder as his digits stroked over your panties, earning a soft moan in response. “How can you be this wet already?”, a smirk on his face, “We’ve fucked the entire night”. “Fuck off”, you removed his hands from your waist, “I need to get dressed”. 

--- 

“Hm, delicious”. 

You tried to ignore the magician’s low grunt behind you. Even though you were more than able to protect yourself, Hisoka never failed to send shivers down your spine. You’ve killed, tortured, hunt down others, but Hisoka’s blood thirst was unmatched. 

“What?”, Phinks gritted his teeth, “What’s delicious, clown?”. “Calm down”, Feitan’s cold voice broke through the silence, after all, everyone knew whom Hisoka was talking about. 

“Hm, you’re right Fei”, a shimmer in Hisoka’s eyes as he played with his cards, “But don’t worry. No fighting between members. Right, Y/N?’. 

“Shut it”, a snappy response that caused a smirk on his face. “My, my, what a brat”, slow footsteps approaching you, “Want to have dinner tonight?”. “So, you can kill me?”, you slowly stood up from the rubble you were sitting on. 

“Why would I kill you?”. 

He was taller than you, a lot taller, but that didn’t faze you. You were angry. 

“Fuck off, Hisoka”, a soft push against his shoulder, “I don’t care what the rules are, you’re not one of us. I know you had something to do with Uvo’s death-“. “Careful, little butterfly. That’s quite an accusation”. 

It was never this quiet. Not once. Everyone was staring at the two of you, probably already betting on who would win the fight. 

“Try me”, once again a push against his shoulder, “Fight me. Do it”. “Y/N, stop before boss’ here”, Phinks’ voice reached your ears. 

“Are you flirting with me?”, Hisoka chuckled, his card pressed against your chest, “Does the little butterfly want to dance with me?”. 

This was it. You were going to snap. All the rage, all the hurt, … You were going to kill that clown. 

“Enough”, Phinks’ hand wrapped around your wrist, just in time to prevent you from hitting Hisoka. “Move”, your eyes locked with the blonde. “I said enough”, his grip tightened. “Tsk”, you angrily pulled away, “Fuck off, both of you”. 

--- 

“So, Feitan and I need to get these… and Phinks and Hisoka those?”, your eyes darted towards Chrollo. “That’s right”, a cold smile on his face. “What about the others?”. “They’re going to investigate something”. 

“Ready, Fei?”, you looked into his crescent-shaped eyes. “Yes”, a short reply. “Well, see you tomorrow”, you raised your hand into the air, “Remember, no fighting”. 

You hated Phinks right now. How could he stop you? It served him right that he was paired with that clown. 

--- 

“How long have you been sleeping with her?”, Hisoka let his head rest against the car seat. “Shut up”, the blonde tightened his grip around the steering wheel. “I can only imagine how pretty she looks with cum dripping out of her”. 

Silence. Phinks couldn’t answer. He couldn’t. 

“Does she make a good toy? You see, I’ve been wondering if she’s submissive or-“. 

“Shut up”, Phinks’ voice shaking. 

“Would you mind if I slept with her?”, Hisoka held out a card in front of him, “I don’t know if I can contain myself any long-“. 

“Touch her, and I’ll kill you”. 

He wasn’t normally like this. So, in control of his anger, but he couldn’t give that clown what he wanted. 

“Ah, so you are sleeping with her. I can’t blame you, but as I said… I don’t know if I can contain myself any longer. After all, I was just teasing you. I know how she feels. I know how she begs for more”. 

“You’re a fucking creep”. 

“Have you ever asked her? If she slept with anyone else from the Troupe? I suggest that you do”. 

“Shut up”, his heartbeat going faster with every second that passed. 

“I still remember the way she tastes. Sweet, like candy, with a hint of mint. Delicious”.

You wouldn’t. You’d never sleep with Hisoka. Phinks knew you hated that clown more than anything. 

--- 

“W-what?”, you lazily opened one eye, “Who’s there?”. 

3 AM? Who the hell was knocking at your door? No one knew you were staying in this room. Ah right, no one, except for Phinks. 

“Phinks, I swear to God I’m going to kill you-“. 

“Did you sleep with Hisoka?”, he walked past you, “Did you sleep with that fucking clown?”. 

“Excuse me?”, you chuckled while closing the door. 

“You heard me”, he gritted through his teeth. 

“No”.

“Liar”, within a second Phinks, pinned you against the wall, “He knew the way you tasted, the way your left leg shakes when you’re coming…”. 

God, you were going to kill Hisoka. Yes, you’d slept with him, but that was before he even joined the Troupe. It was a stupid one-night stand, and you were so drunk that you barely remembered anything. 

“He wasn’t even in the Troupe then”, you rolled your eyes, ignoring the fire in his eyes. “Tsk”, he clicked his tongue, “You’re a little whore. Sleeping with someone like that clown”. “Shut up, Phinks”, you tried to get away from his grip, but he was stronger than you. You knew that. 

However, you were smarter. In a fight, you’d easily kill him, but when it came to brute strength… 

“Who else did you sleep with? Feitan? Shalnark? Did you sleep with boss too?”. 

“Get off me”. 

“I asked you a question”, his hands wrapped around your jaw, forcing you to look at him, “Who else did you open your legs for?”. 

Why? Why were you getting wet? You could feel it. The burning sensation, the way your legs were rubbing against each other… 

“No one”, his hand still wrapped around your wrists above your head, “No one, I swear”. 

“But you did for Hisoka? Did he feel good? Was he better than me?”. 

“N-no”, you shook your head. 

“Liar, you came. You came all over that clown’s dick”. 

“I-“, “No”, Phinks interrupted you, “You only get to talk when I tell you to, got it?”.

He was always in control, but never like this. You liked it though. The way he talked down to you, the way his nails were digging into your soft skin… 

“You’re mine, Y/N. You’re addicted to me, and I was so, so proud of you. I was so proud when you were shaking for me, when there were tears in your eyes because you took me so well… But how can I be proud of someone who fucked a clown? Huh?”. 

You couldn’t help it. You really couldn’t. 

“Are you smiling?”, confused eyes looked into yours, “Do you think this is funny?”. “I don’t know Phinks, you tell me”. 

Wrong move. 

“Tsk, brat”, his grip around your jaw tightened as he pulled you towards your room, “I’m going to sit down, and you’re going to strip for me, got it?”. 

“I’m only wearing a shirt, I was sleeping, remember?”. 

“Do I look like I care?”, his arms resting on his knees, “Strip”. 

“Ugh, fine”, you rolled your eyes. 

“Rolling your eyes, huh?”, he stood up, pulling you close, “You want to be a brat? Fine. I’ll make sure you listen to me like a good, little girl once this night is over”. 

“Huh?”, your eyes widened when pushed you onto your knees. “Don’t look so surprised and open your mouth”. “Phinks-“, “Ssh”, he gently stroked your cheek, as his lips hovered over your ear, “Cherry. That’s the safeword, got it?”. “Hm”, you loudly swallowed, heart racing. You loved this. The way he forced you on your knees, the way he treated you like his property.

“Show me that I’m better than that clown, can you do that?”. “I-I can”, you shyly pulled his familiar green pants down. “Aw, what’s that? Were you so shy when Hisoka fucked you? Come on, make me proud”. 

Minutes later you were a mess. Legs shaking while the blonde pinned you down on the mattress, your face pressed into a pillow. 

“Huh? What’s that?”, his fingers tangled in your hair, “Want to come?”. “P-please”, a muffled moan was all you could manage. “Please who?”. “P-please Phinks-“, “Please who?”, a soft nibble in your ear as he kept thrusting. “P-please master”, you shyly responded. “Hm, that’s a good girl. Now, what did I tell you?”. 

“H-huh?”, with big eyes you looked over your shoulders. “You really are a dumb little plaything, aren’t you? Your hand”, the blonde pulled out as he nodded towards your arm, “Where did I tell you to keep it?”. 

“R-right sorry”, you hastily placed your hand in between your legs. “Tsk, on your back”, big hands easily flipped you over, “Sorry, who?”. “Sorry master”. “Hm, good girl”, a small kiss on your temple, “I’ll forgive you if you come with me”. “Hm”, an innocent nod as you placed your hand in between your legs. “Want me to come? Want me to paint that bratty smirk off your face?”.  

“I-inside, please”, your head turned to the side, ashamed of your neediness. “Fuck, you never asked me that before”, his hand wrapped around your cheeks, “Want me to come inside? Want me to fill you up?”. 

“P-please master”. 

“Fuck, look at you. So submissive, so adorable, so f-fucking perfect”. “Please, want you to come inside master”. “Again”, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. “P-please Phinks, I want you to breed me, to train me, to make me yours, completely. I w-want you to be proud of me”. 

“If you come with me, I’ll be so, so, so proud of you”. “I-I’m coming-“, “Ssh, it’s okay. I-I’m coming too. Look at me, okay? Don’t you dare look away”. 

Sex with Phinks was always good, but this was something else. Your body was shaking, drops of sweat dripping from the blonde’s temple as he let his head fall in the space between your neck and shoulder… 

“Fuck”, a heavy breath, “You’re something else”, a small kiss on your cheek. “Want to take a shower together?”, his black eyes staring at your tired ones. “W-would you mind if we stay like this for a while? I’m exhausted”, you chuckled while stroking through his hair. “I could stay like this forever”, his arm wrapped around your waist, “But seriously, Hisoka? What the hell were you thinking?”. “I wasn’t”, a smirk on your face as you let your eyes fall shut. 

[hunterxhunterbabes]

Hi ❄️💜 I love your writing! Could you do sfw and nsfw headcanons of phinks being soft and protective over his s/o?

Ooh, love this request! Thank you for reading and I hope you like this. I'll write this as S/O = reader if that is okay! These HCs are for a S/O that doesn't have nen, let me know if you want a part 2 for that. NSFW under the cut. c: This ended up being longer than I expected lmao.

This man acts tough, is tough, and could easily snap anyone in half, but with you he just melts. He craves the touch of your hands and embrace, enough to do everything in his power to keep you safe from danger. After meeting you, he started seeing a side of himself he hadn't known before; a more vulnerable and sensitive man that your company alone could bring out.

𝘈 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 & 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘗𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘸 𝘚/𝘖 (𝘚𝘍𝘞)

When he first shows interest, he's just looking to have some fun. Relying on his tough guy confidence to try impressing you, he keeps coming around until you eventually say yes to a date; his charms having grown on you.

But when you finally say yes, he cracks a bit, showing a more clumsy side. He wasn't expecting you to give in to his advances so quickly and your own confidence in the matter took him off guard.

Honestly, he's a little self-conscious at first. He didn't think you'd stick around long enough to find himself getting deeply attached and now he's not quite sure if what he's doing is correct.

He confides in Shalnark and Pakunoda that he's seeing someone, seeking advice on how to go forward. He's careful not to give any details about you away. And actively avoids Paku's touch so she can't read his memories, cause she would try.

But you continually show him that you like him for who he is, which starts to melt a cold part of his heart, previously devoid of love.

You'll have to make the move for a first kiss after one month of dating though, he's just too flustered by your appearance alone to muster the courage for it.

But when you do, he'll be quick to make the next moves. He might feel a bit emasculated by the fact he couldn't initiate it himself.

When you first confess your love for him, he is completely shocked, especially if you bring it up casually. He'd trip or drop whatever he was holding in that moment.

He will offer you rides on his bike to work, meet you afterwards so you do not have to travel alone at night, and bring you surprise gifts every now and then. He stole them all.

As he get more comfortable in the relationship, his confidence grows, but in a protective way.

He would keep an arm around your shoulders when walking, shooting daggers at anyone who'd even dare look at you. But he gets it, cause it you.

If he thinks you're wearing something too revealing, he'll let you know he doesn't like other people being able to ogle you so freely. He won't push you on it if you stand your ground, but he'll try offering his jacket by expressing concern over you getting cold. He thinks he's really smooth with this but its obvious to you.

He might even start a fight if someone tried to ask you for your number when he wasn't by your side, but you'd stop him. After giving him a lecture on why you don't want him to hurt others for your sake, he'd look like a scolded puppy. But he learns quickly to ease up, at least when you're around.

After the honeymoon period, he realizes that danger may come your way due to his work with the Troupe, which unnerves him.

He would ensure that you never get involved in Troupe business, going as far to keep his membership hidden until he feels its the right time to tell you.

Around 8 or 9 months into the relationship, he'll tell you, but not before spoiling you that day. He'd bring your favourite flowers, greeting you at your door, take you shopping to buy whatever you'd like, dine out at your favourite restaurant, and really just pulling all stops to be the best gentleman he could before telling the truth.

He'd understand if you chose not to stay, in fact, he expected it. So when you accepted that part of him, his dedication in protecting you and giving you everything you'd want strengthens.

He's a PROVIDER.

He'll buy the house, car, pay the bills, give you endless amounts of money to buy whatever your heart desires (if he doesn't steal it first), and is at your beck and call.

When he has to leave for Troupe business, he'll make sure you have everything you'd possibly need and stay in touch regularly.

He will avoid introducing you to the Troupe for as long as possible to protect you from their nosey troublemaking.

He also tries his best to hide he's gotten softer from them, but they pick up on it and tease him for it.

𝘈 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 & 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘗𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘸 𝘚/𝘖 (𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞)

He will crack skulls and kill anyone who seriously tries to hurt you, especially if they're trying to use you to get to him or the Troupe.

He won't tell you though. He knows you don't want this, so he'll refrain from doing it except in potentially dire circumstances.

If you ever suspect that he's done something and get mad at him for it, he will go as far as getting on his knees to apologize, offering to do whatever asked to make it up to you.

He has asked Shalnark to set him up with some good surveillance tech, to make sure while he's gone on Troupe business you remain out of harms way.

You were against this invasion of privacy at first, until you both came up with a fun way to stay connected through them while he's gone. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) There's definitely a remote controlled vibrator involved.

Now your first night together... He's an uncaged BEAST.

He puts those muscles to good use. You've never felt so weightless before with how nimbly he's holding and lifting you around.

And he WORSHIPS your body, giving you climax after climax before looking for pleasure himself.

He's not cruel though, when it becomes too much and you ask him to stop, he'll listen obediently. In fact, he loves it when you command him in the sheets.

Every now and then, he'd ask you for consent to go absolutely buck wild, making sure you have agreed upon safe words and safe hand signals in place beforehand.

AFTERCARE IS HIS SPECIALTY

Again, he worships you so you best believe he'd carry you bridal style or over the shoulder to a hot bath, help you clean up, and gently tend to any marks he may have left on your body.

He'll offer a full-body massage, eager to have his hands exploring your body more, again putting his muscles to good work. He loves to massage your butt the most.

He'll cook a comfort meal after an especially rough session, bringing it on a tray to the bath, bed, or where ever you've ended up.

Having you fall asleep in his strong arms is a favourite, but don't be surprised if you feel him growing hard again from the contact. He's good for the next round if you are.

When the Troupe, particularly Uvogin and Nobunaga, start hounding him for details, he will threaten them with his fists. He will not divulge ANYTHING about you, especially your shared sex experiences.

He really just can't handle the idea of anyone else being able to picture you in the way he gets to see you. The Troupe will occasionally tease him for being so jealous and protective.

[simping4villains]

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."

[phinksimp]

HE LOOKS SO GOOD IN BLACK 💦

[rinhxh]

Cute fanart. 😆

From my old folder (again). It's been about 15 years. So no longer remember the original source.

I like the effort of the artist because she / he makes the details of the even more chibi version as the background.

Everyone is nice and looks cute, but I can't help but focus on flirty Hisoka and annoyed Machi, as usual. 😊

Thanks to whoever drew this cute fanart. 🙏

Edit: The source is in the lower right corner. 😅