#prissyblondprick

[moonxgazer]

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If there was something that Galahad wasn't expecting on that day, was for someone to bump into him. Specially someone like Phobos. He tried to stay away from Navigators on the most part and showed little to no interest in mingling in them in any way, however....

He could feel it, he could smell it all over the Navigator, he was in heat and so desperated to be fucked by the first Alpha that he encountered. Lucky for him, he had bumped into one that was actually somewhat gentle and wouldn't be boasting to the whole ship lately.

The Elite Fighter held Phobos's chin, approaching slowly. "How desperate are you, hmm..? Can you wait until we get on a buncker or you want to be fucked like a bitch so much that any place will do?" He asked, honey eyes on the other. “I’ll only fuck you if you beg for it.”

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Deimos he -- he just lost it.

There was so much shit going on with Cain and Abel and the Colterons that when Phobos decided to be snappy Deimos snapped right back in the only way he knew how -- violently. It was only for a moment though, because once hand-met-face he realized that he had just hit Phobos, and in that moment logic returned with the grim realization that he was probably one step away from getting kicked to the curb. But lord knows he’d be lucky if all he had to deal with was getting shipped back to Mars, because if Porthos caught wind of this then Deimos might be up for an ass kicking too.

All the little Fighter can muster is a pathetic “Sorry,” and a prayer that he’ll get through the day in one piece.

[surrendertotherush]

"... what about taking these two to the lower decks and just let the punch and kick one another until one gives up? Call me crazy, but it would be quite the show for the Fighters and a fast way to have both learn when to shut their yaps."

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“Alright, alright…”This ridiculous game was getting the better of everyone, but because he really was tired and didn’t want to be a spoil sport, Keeler obliged by taking off his outer jacket. Working hours were nearly done anyways, luckily. Then he turned to face Phobos with brows raised high up to the ceiling.

“Happy?”