#lowkey might make a breeding pair for this if i get the energy

[emordnilap-fr]

robin chrysocolla/robin malachite/maize koi

#flight rising #fr scries #scries #me: i don't really like robin or maize // these genes: allow us to introduce ourselves #lowkey might make a breeding pair for this if i get the energy

[komahinasecretexchange]

Title: Feelings To Write About

Author: @magioftheseas

For: @spaghetti4u

Pairings/Characters: KomaHina + mentioned KamuKoma

Rating/Warnings: G

Prompt: “Hinata or someone else trying to encourage Komaeda into doing something funny to spend the time (going to the beach, playing some game or anything really!)” + “Sharing a bed”

Author’s notes: It’s a pretty lowkey fic, and I ended up having them talk about the WoH because I have fluffy feelings when it comes to them. Cakeland is obviously based off Candyland which I have a lot of nostalgia for. I hope it’s cutesy enough for you!

The weather on Jabberwock wasn’t the perfect, eternal sunshine it had been in the simulation. There were storms and quite harsh ones at that. Hence why when him and Komaeda got caught up in one, he brought Komaeda with him to the hotel for studier shelter rather than just relying on one of their cottages. It was one of those weeks where the others were out trying to fix other parts of the world or meeting with the other sections of the Future Foundation, so the hotel was as vast as it was vacant. Hinata doesn’t try to think about how this scenario is like a million haunted movies and games—he especially doesn’t want to think about games—and instead, he focuses on drying Komaeda’s hair off with several towels.

Komaeda is docile when being fussed over, but he’s still shaking like a leaf. Hinata wraps him in some blankets for good measure, trying to keep a straight face when Komaeda sneezes.

“If we get enough blankets and pillows, this won’t be too bad a place to sleep for the night,” he says, tearing open a tissue packet pulled from Komaeda’s pocket for the other to blow his nose on. Hinata does flash him a smile, playing idly with the wet but still springy curls on his boyfriend’s head. “Do you need anything else to make yourself comfortable?”

“Mm.” A noncommittal hum and a meek shrug. Komaeda’s been in a low mood all day and the storm hadn’t seemed to help measures. Hinata tries to retain a reassuring smile as he tucks silvery strands behind the other’s ear. “It doesn’t really matter.”

I wouldn’t ask if that were true. Hinata bites his tongue. You know I would’ve just decided what to do without you. You probably wouldn’t even care in this state.

“There might be board games,” he found himself saying. “How about we play something to pass the time? You like Go, right?”

Komaeda shrugs again, as if he didn’t carry around go jars all throughout high school and even had them stored in his cottage at that exact moment. Hinata can only sigh and go along with Komaeda’s unstated hesitance.

“Maybe something new,” he said as we went to the closet where the board games were stored. “Variety is the spice of life.”

Komaeda sneezes behind him and makes no further comments. Fine. That’s fine. Hinata should just focus on deciding—or just grab the first thing that catches his eye and settle with that. Which is what he does. Either the dormant Kamukura Izuru’s kicking him in the mental balls right now or Komaeda’s momentary apathy is contagious.

He could figure out which if he thought about it. He elects not to think as to conserve energy. This is how he lives his life now.

Although the board game he grabbed is—not really to his or to Komaeda’s tastes. He still commits and takes it with him before setting it in front of Komaeda. Komaeda does look at the cover, his mouth twitching.

“Cakeland,” Hinata read aloud. “For ages 4 and up. If I didn’t know any better I’d say this is Usami’s doing.”

“Oh, I’ve seen it before,” Komaeda said, soft and low. “Utsugi-san was fond of it. She always forced me to be Donatsuo. She hated that character most.”

Even without a genius brain, Hinata can tell who that is. The donuts-themed boy with short choppy hair and absurdly large, caramel-colored eyes.

“This was Utsugi-san’s character of choice,” Komaeda recalled, tapping his finger against a happy girl in pink. “Ichigo-hime.”

“So,” Hinata said, trying to keep his tone neutral. “Was this game any good?”

“It’s not very complicated because it’s for kids, ages four and up,” was Komaeda’s dull response.

“We’re not kids but we’re older than four, so we should be fine.”

With all that said, it looked like they were playing Cakeland. Hinata sets up the board—which is even kitschier in design than the box and he picks the character that looked the most normal-ish save for a strange hairstyle—identified by Komaeda as the Baron Maron. Komaeda does look between them and muffle a small snort, and Hinata doesn’t care to ask.

Komaeda picks Donatsuo, although he very lovingly places other pieces aside. Ichigo-hime and a few others who mysteriously had similar color schemes to those troubled kids he babysat all that time ago. As Servant. In Towa. After Enoshima Junko died but they were still all in despair.

That he can even have fond memories at all—

Hinata feels his throat burn with questions, but swallows back and just rolls the dice.

“We’re just both going to get six,” Komaeda said. “What to do?”

Hinata doesn’t say that he could probably get any roll he so wanted, so he just grumbles.

“I’ll go first because it’s in my name. Sound enough logic?”

Komaeda giggled warmly. It strikes a soft chord within him, and his heart may or may not do a flip in appreciation of such a sound.

“Whatever,” Hinata says, drawing a card. “What’s important are these, anyway. Wow, I drew you.” He does flash the card, showcasing Donatsuo with a dorky grin and dual peace signs. “Guess that means I go to your character space. It’s the first one on the map though so it’s not that far ahead.”

“It’s good luck to get that at the beginning of the game but bad luck to get that at the end,” Komaeda said, drawing his own card. He just gets a plain color so he only moves ahead four spaces. “Since your luck is better than mine, I wonder if this is even a fair game…”

“Your luck is still formidable,” Hinata pointed out as he drew. It was green. That was five spaces. “I’d say it breaks to about even.”

“Oh, no,” Komaeda breathed, shaking his head. “No, that’s wrong. Comparing my luck to yours is like comparing a gnat to a swan because both can fly.”

“It’s not…” Hinata sputtered a bit, unsure of what the hell to make of that. “What does that even mean? Komaeda, your—your luck’s on a whole other level. You should know that more than anyone.”

Komaeda just draws. He still hasn’t selected a special card. Hinata ends up drawing the next one, a strange angelic figure named Enjunji, who he just didn’t get good vibes from.

“Kemuri-kun’s favorite,” Komaeda said quietly and Hinata moved further ahead. It was the closest character space in reality, so it still wasn’t impressive.

I have a feeling I know how this is gonna go.

Still, they kept playing.

“You’re still like that, huh,” Hinata mused quietly. “You’re still—really harsh on yourself. That hasn’t changed, but I suppose other things have.”

“Other things?” Komaeda echoed before laughing. “Like what, per say?”

“You’re not as reckless as you used to be,” was the immediate answer. Another draw. Another several steps ahead. Komaeda’s piece was struggling to keep up. “You’re much calmer. You don’t talk about hope and talent all the time.”

“Because,” Komaeda said. “Hope’s Peak—the encapsulation of all of that—was in reality a breeding ground for despair. It was poisoned to the core and I was just too blind to notice.”

We all were, myself especially, Hinata thought, reaching up to touch his temple. He knew Komaeda noticed, but his eyes screwed shut so that he wouldn’t have to see whatever warp Komaeda’s face. I wasn’t just blind, I was so, so fucking stupid.

“You agreed to be with me,” he forced out so that he wouldn’t have to keep thinking about his own failures. “Your old self never would’ve let yourself have any real sense of happiness. At least not something you’d have to maintain, like a relationship.”

Komaeda chuckled. “You mean you would’ve let me reject you?”

“You did reject me,” Hinata reminded him dryly. “Several times. And then you demanded Tsumiki make sure I didn’t have brain damage.”

“Oh, did I?” Komaeda tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Well, I still find your attachment to me nonsensical, especially when I more or less stated I wanted nothing to do with you in the past. But—I suppose you knew that was a lie, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, you’re a liar.” Hinata cracked a smile. “At least when it comes to your feelings. You’re sincere most of the time.”

“The proper word is stupid,” Komaeda said, moving his piece a single space with a nudge from a metallic finger. “I’m stupid.”

“You’re not stupid. Don’t say that. You shouldn’t even think it.”

Hinata’s tone was as serious as it was grim. Komaeda’s self-effacing expression twitched, but he simply ducked his head reservedly.

“It’s in moments like this where you most resemble Kamukura-kun,” he murmured, fringe falling before his eyes and obscuring his gaze. “He’d speak up like this in the past despite being so quiet most of the time.”

Hinata felt a stirring in the back of his head. He held his breath until it went away and all that was left was the pounding in his ears. Even with that, he still knew.

“He cared about you.”

Kamukura doesn’t let him see into those memories often, although he still sometimes imagined it—maybe even dreamed it. Komaeda Nagito, eyes murky with despair and shoulders trembling under the weight of it, smiling up at him.

“He didn’t think to acknowledge it, much less accept it,” he went on, rubbing his digits into his scalp and catching skin flakes and rain droplets under his nails. “I was the same way in the simulation.”

“You both had strong reasoning to be that way, my inherent worthlessness none withstanding.” Komaeda laughed. “I wasn’t exactly in my best frame of mind at either time, although that’s not saying much.”

“Nor was I,” Hinata retorted. “I even denied part of my identity. I was—pathetic. You were right about that.”

Komaeda is quiet, lips twisting. His shoulders shake briefly under a certain kind of weight. Hinata draws his next card, and it’s another character, a studious blue one named Chouchoux.

“You were an ass about it,” he said. “Like, an absolute ass. But, hey, definitely not the worst thing about you at the time. By the way, this one was used for Shingetsu Nagisa, wasn’t it?”

Komaeda nodded, fiddling with his mechanical hand and making a loud series of whirly noises. He drew his card as well. Another plain one, with his piece moving only two spaces ahead.

Hinata draws and it’s a card of a boy in stripes and red, looking fierce and fiery. Torayaki—obviously the favored character of one Daimon Masaru.

“Do you miss them?” he found himself asking. “If so, we can contact Towa City and ask Naegi’s sister how they’re doing. They might even be curious about you.”

“I doubt it,” Komaeda laughed mirthlessly. “And it’s fine. As long as they’re doing well.”

“I don’t think they hated you,” Hinata said. “You took care of them after all.”

“I was a wretched despair.” Komaeda shook his head. “And they were perfectly self-sufficient. I doubt they even think of me anymore—and rightfully so. I only approached them in the first place out of curiosity, not because I saw children who needed protection and guidance.”

“They would’ve killed you if you had,” Hinata can’t help but remind him. “Probably would’ve found that sentiment insulting with all that they’ve been through. They were children and angry ones at that. I don’t blame them, of course…” He trails off. “I don’t think it’d be bad to send a letter now that things have calmed down a little.”

Not to mention—you lit up when talking about them. You’ve been listless lately, and I know. I get it. There’s no particular reason for it, that’s just how depression works sometimes. I still missed your smile, Nagito.

“Just a letter shouldn’t be too bad,” he insisted. “You’ve been practicing your calligraphy with that hand after all.”

The hand in question flexes. No joints pop, it’s just more whirls. Komaeda does smile, but it’s one that is curled up on his face, like a body trying to keep itself warm in the cold.

Hinata draws Ichigo-hime next. At this rate, Komaeda has no chance of winning. But the funny thing about a game like this was that luck of the draw could flip things so easily. There was one last character space, furthest ahead and closest to the end.

“Maybe,” Komaeda says and—as expected, he draws the card.

It’s a young woman dressed in green named Monaka-jou-sama.

Komaeda wins the games just a few turns later.

Outside, it was still storming.

“It’s pretty late, so let’s get ready for bed, Nagito.”

“Okay.”

Hinata goes to find futons while Komaeda puts away the board game. Hinata sets up a couple of makeshift beds and he presses them together. He does pause afterward, wondering if this was right. He heard Komaeda shuffling about, the whirling of his arm, and then, he felt Komaeda sliding the board game back onto the shelf. Thunder rumbles, the trees are being rustled by the wind, and Komaeda lets out a soft whew.

Hinata is still up until the moment he hears the padding of Komaeda’s soft footsteps, and he only truly relaxes when Komaeda’s slim arms encircle his waist, with Komaeda pressing his face into Hinata’s back. He pets Komaeda’s hair with a lop-sided smile, and Komaeda’s cheeks puff.

“You don’t just remember the simulation, right,” he murmured. “You have Kamukura-kun’s memories, too.”

“Technically,” Hinata replied. “Kamukura Izuru has to share them with me first. Sometimes he does. Sometimes he doesn’t.”

Komaeda huffed.

“It’s so complicated, keeping you two separate yet also together. Sometimes I wonder who I’m with.”

I wonder that, too. But what matters is…

“Regardless of who I am, I still love you.” He pats Komaeda’s head. “That much is and always will be clear.”

“Regardless of who you are, I love you, too,” is mumbled into his back.

It’s so soft a sound that Hinata wouldn’t have even heard him if not for the vibrations, but that’s fine. It’s not like he’s ignorant to Komaeda’s feelings. Not anymore.

He ushers Komaeda under the blankets, Komaeda still clinging to his wrist all the while. Chuckling softly, Hinata slips in after him and squeezes Komaeda’s hand. He rubs his thumb against the other’s pulse, only pausing because Komaeda grips him with the mechanical hand. His grip only tightens when Hinata kisses his forehead and then down his face.

“When the storm passes,” Hinata says, nuzzling along Komaeda’s jawline and pressing another kiss to his cheek where ensuing the blush tinted it pink. “We should send out letters.”

Komaeda ducks his head, but he still accepts the affection that he’s showered with.

“We should also walk along the beach, maybe,” Hinata teases. “See what gets washed up. It might be treasure.”

“You’re a treasure,” Komaeda retorted, flustered. Shoving Hinata’s hands off and his face away, he buried his face into Hinata’s chest, hiding it from further embarrassment. “You’re the worst thing to have ever washed up on that beach.”

Hinata hummed, stroking his hair.

I didn’t technically wash up, but…

“And yet you stayed behind for me.” Hinata hides his smile in those wild white curls. “You’re still here right now.”

Komaeda grumbled but gave no further response. That was fine. Perfectly fine.

Stay with me, alright? Please keep staying with me. He decided against asking that for now for now. Opting instead for, “Sweet dreams, Nagito. I love you.”

#komahina #kamukoma #fanfiction #komahina secret exchange

[thirsttrapholland]

What Happens in the On-Call Room

Requested?    Yes  

By: anonymous

Pairing: Doctor!Tom x Doctor!Reader

Anonymous said to thirsttrapholland:

hello love! wondering if doc!tom interested you, like idk he fucks her in the toilet or smthn and he gets paged for surgery idk

Warning(s): Smut, adult language, Dr. Holland making you swoon, I think that’s about it.

Word Count: 2050

A/N: Alright y’all, I don’t know jack about doctors or the inner workings of hospitals except for what I learned from Grey’s, Scrubs and the occasional episodes of General Hospital I used to watch with my grandma after school,lol. So, if I got any details or lingo wrong, please forgive me.

Changed it up just a little bit anon. I hope you like it.   Feedback is always appreciated.

You had promised yourself that you would never fulfill the cliché of overworked, stressed out and sleep deprived doctors that had neither the time nor energy to maintain real relationships and instead took sexual solace in a colleague they might not even like or barely knew just to stave off boredom, loneliness and to feel something at least akin to a real human connection.

And yet, just like something out of a particularly shitty and depraved episode of Grey’s Anatomy, there you were on the lumpy sofa in the on-call room being fucked senseless by Dr. Thomas Holland.

You had been stretched out on the sofa trying to recall from the abnormal psych class you’d taken as an undergrad, just how many hours a person could go without sleep before they started to hallucinate.

You were over halfway through your second 12-hour shift of the week and despite how bone tired and weary you were, sleep seemed to be eluding you.  You had just started to drift off for the first time in you couldn’t remember how long, when the door to the on-call room banged open and you heard someone walk in. You opened your eyes to find the infamous Tom Holland standing over you.

Dr. Holland was known all around the hospital for three things.

Number one, was his impeccable bedside manner.  He really had a way with people.  He was both incredibly charming and had a soothing presence.  He possessed an innate ability to calm even the most terrified patient or family member. He never talked down to his patients but explained exactly what would take place during their surgeries in a way that they could understand and patiently answered all their questions.  Most of the hospital staff was convinced that most of his patients were at least half in love with him by the time they were released.

 Secondly, he was the youngest and most arrogant cardiothoracic surgeon on the staff and that was really saying something.  Most surgeons were at least a little bit arrogant by nature; it was hard not to be when you were responsible for people’s lives.  Probably a little hard not to develop an outsize ego when you literally held other people’s hearts in your hands on a regular basis.

Even you yourself weren’t immune to having your head up your own ass on occasion; so, the fact that his cockiness stood out in a building full of doctors really kind of said it all.  He was very good at what he did and wasn’t about to let anybody forget it.

And finally, it wasn’t just patients who were taken in by his charming bedside manner.  If all the talk around the halls was to be believed, Tom had a cut a swath through the hospital, counting nurses, fellow doctors and maybe even an administrator or two among his conquests.  He never really dated anybody; it was more just random hook ups.

Of course, hospitals were worse than the average high school cafeteria when it came to being a breeding ground for rumors, so who even knew how much of the gossip was true.  Dr. Holland had been the attending on a couple of your intakes and there had been a few moments that if you squinted hard enough, he might have been flirting with you but for the most part he was always professional.

Which is not to say that you were immune to his charms; not at all.   Tom was handsome and that was just a fact.  Big brown eyes, thick wavy dark brown hair, killer cheekbones, a ridiculous jawline and the kind of smile that could literally light up a room.  The kind of soft, gentle voice that could probably talk you into damn near anything if he wanted to. So, if people really were queuing up to be next in line, you got it.

In fact, if you were being honest with yourself, you knew that if he ever made a move on you or if an opportunity presented itself, there was a very high chance that you would say yes.  You just weren’t going to go out of your way to be the latest notch on his bedpost.

You gave up on the notion of getting any sleep as you swung your feet off the sofa to make room for Tom to sit down.  “What are you doing here?”  His casual street attire, a plain black t-shirt and a pair of faded jeans, was a tip off that he was no longer on the clock.  “Didn’t your shift end a couple of hours ago?”    

“It did but the patient I operated on earlier should be coming around sometime soon and I promised her I’d be here when she woke up.”

As many physical assets as Dr. Holland had, you thought that perhaps the most attractive thing about him was just how much he genuinely cared about his patients.  

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence to pass by a patient’s room and see Tom sitting on the edge of their bed, regaling them with some ridiculous story, sneaking them an extra pudding cup from the cafeteria or simply just holding a hand.  

You could tell from the dark circles under his eyes just how tired he was. He should have been at home in his own bed, but he’d promised a patient that he would be here, so here he was.

“You look dead on your feet.  It’s really nice of you to wait for your patient to wake up.”

“Well, I promised.”  His face lit up with a wicked grin.  “Besides, I’ve got the next two days off.”

“Oh screw you, Holland.”  Time off was a rare and precious commodity and your next day off seemed a lifetime away.  You couldn’t even pretend not to be jealous.

Tom let out a chuckle as he flopped down next to you on the sofa.  “Sorry if I woke you up.”

“Don’t worry about it. The chances of me actually falling asleep were fairly slim anyway.”  You leaned your head against the back of the sofa.  “I’m just gonna rest my eyes for a few minutes though.”

“You don’t mind if I sit here with you, do you?” Tom asked.

“Of course not.”  You stifled a yawn with your hand as your eyes once again slid shut.

You awoke with a start.  You were slightly disoriented as your brain made the transition from sleeping to being fully conscious.  Your surroundings suddenly came into focus and you remembered that you were in the on-call room.  

What you were having more trouble comprehending was why there was an arm around your shoulders and whose warm solid chest your head was resting against.   You slowly sat up and looked up into the face of the person you’d been using as a pillow.

Tom grinned down at you.  “You’re awake.”

“I don’t even remember falling asleep.”

“You were out like a light about two seconds after you claimed you were just ‘resting your eyes’.  Next thing I knew your head had lolled over onto my shoulder.

“This is so embarrassing.”  Of all the people to fall asleep and probably drool on.  “Why didn’t you move me?”

Tom reached out and stroked a stray strand of hair off your forehead.  “I didn’t mind.”  It was such a simple gesture but it stirred something inside of you that you couldn’t explain.

You could blame sleep deprivation.  You could blame the fact that you hadn’t even been on a decent date, let alone had sex in far longer than you wanted to think about.  You could even blame the fact that you kind of, lowkey had a crush on him.

Whatever the reason, a switch had been flipped in your brain and suddenly, having Dr. Thomas Holland on top of you, inside of you seemed like the best idea in the world.  The lusty gaze in his dark eyes let you know that he had reached a similar conclusion.

Tom tore off his own t-shirt before making quick work of your clothes, as he pulled off your underwear and scrub bottoms and tossed them onto the floor.  He fished a condom out of his pocket and handed it to you before hurriedly shoving his jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees.

You licked your hand and pumped his cock a few times with your spit slicked palm before tearing the condom wrapper open with your teeth and rolling it smoothly down over his hardness.

Tom peppered kisses down your neck and across your exposed collarbones as he settled his slender hips between your open thighs and teased your clit with his cock; tapping against the swollen nub and making you squirm beneath him.  You gasped and dug your short blunt fingernails into the firm flesh of his lightly freckled shoulders as he finally slid inside your already slick walls.  He slowly pulled halfway out before thrusting back in and bottoming out.

You pulled his bottom lip between your teeth before sucking his tongue into your mouth, the two of you exchanging wet sloppy kisses as you tangled your fingers in his soft hair and pulled; the way he moaned against your lips let you know how much he liked it.

You wrapped your legs around his waist; your ankles crossed behind his back, locking him in place as he moved deep inside you.  

Tom buried his forehead against the crook of your neck as he took one of your hands in his and held it above your head; your fingers intertwined with his.  

You could feel him twitching inside of you and knew he was close.  You brought your free hand down between the two of you and started to rub your clit.  Tom’s strokes came harder and faster until all the tension that had been building in your body exploded; the fluttering and clenching of your wet inner walls spurring him right behind you into his own release.

The spasms in your body had barely subsided when you were brought out of your post coital bliss by the hospital’s blaring PA system.

“Dr. Holland, please report to 445-C.  Dr. Holland, you’re needed in 445-C.”

The loud announcement was like a splash of cold water to the face, bringing you back to your senses as your stomach dropped with the realization of what you had just done.

You’d just had sex with a colleague that in all honesty, you barely even knew.

You’d just had sex with a colleague that you barely even knew while you were at work and on duty.

You’d just had sex with a colleague that you barely even knew, while you were at work and on duty in a room with an unlocked door that anyone could have walked into at any time.

One quick glance at Tom’s face let you know that he was coming to the same realization.  He stood up and dropped the cum filled condom into the trash can before he hastily pulled up his boxers and jeans.  “That should be my patient, I need to go.”  He grabbed your scrubs and underwear off the floor and handed them to you.

Overcome with a sudden wave of modesty, you waited until he turned his back to put his shirt back on before you shimmied into your underwear.  You couldn’t help it  as you thought to yourself, ‘Is that it? Wham, bam and not even a thank you, ma’am?’

You were just about to step into your scrub bottoms when Tom turned back to you.  “What time are you off?”

You regarded him with a slightly suspicious expression on your face before answering.  “Two a.m. Why?”

“I was just wondering if you might like to grab a cup of coffee with me.”  When you didn’t answer right away, Tom raked his hand through his hair and shook his head. “Okay, that was really stupid. Last thing you probably want at two o’clock in the morning is a cup of coffee.”

You had never known Dr. Tom Holland to be anything less than confident so to see him like this, nervously asking you out for a cup of coffee, it was kind of endearing.

“Yes.”

He looked up, a grin growing across his face.  “Yes?”

“Yes, I’d love to get a cup of coffee with you.”

“Okay then.  Meet you back here in a few hours?”

“Sure, it’s a date.”  You instantly regretted the words as soon as they were out of your mouth. You didn’t want him to think you were trying to make this more than what it was.  You were wishing you could take the words back into your mouth when Tom flashed his beautiful smile at you.

“Yeah.  It’s a date.”

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #doctor au #doc!tom #fic request #anon fic request #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine

[moeruhoshi]

Sequal to my first NaLu week tribute (ง🔥Д🔥)ง

http://moeruhoshi.tumblr.com/post/176069831029/its-nalu-week-so-i-wanna-share-something-i-wrote

^first chapter

Pairing: NaLu

Genre: Supernatural, Smut, Lowkey femdom, embarrassing ass shit, good eats

Rating: 18+

Words: 7,055

Lucy groaned as she blinked her weary eyes, slowly waking up and stretching her arms above her head. She hissed as she turned onto her side, her hips remembering the stress of the night before marred her body with soreness. A rough hand gripped her waist, pulling her against a warm body, her mind thrumming with the thought of the man that laid beside her.

"I lost control last night, didn't I?" She groaned into her pillow, pulling her blanket to hide her face as she flushed at the memories.

"You have no idea how fucking delicious you smell right now, Luce," Natsu growled, his eyes boring into hers as he hungrily abused her inner thigh with his sharp teeth. Lucy licked her lips, savoring the light onset of his kisses, running her fingers through his sweat-drenched hair.

"H-Hurry up, you demon..."

"With what, Lucy?" His voice was rough, her legs quaking as Natsu neared her dripping core at a tantalizingly slow pace. She tossed her head to the side, her back arching as Natsu bit her softly. "What do you want?"

She fisted his scalp and pulled him away from her, forcing him onto his back as she crawled over his frame. Natsu grunted huskily as she caged his head in between her thick thighs.

"You're messing with an impatient woman." She grinned wildly as he purred, his hands gripping her hips and relished in the delicate feeling. He smacked her ass with an erotic force, gripping the creamy skin of her behind as he dipped his tongue into her honey center. She clutched her breasts as she moaned, bucking her hips wantonly. He swallowed and lapped obediently, his mouth full of their mixed juices.

She blushed at the remembered scene, when had she ever been so dominant? She wasn't sure, but she wouldn't mind being in control again. Lucy shook her head of that embarrassing thought and turned onto her other side to get a closer look at her pink haired playmate. His arm still draped over her, she was practically pressed against his chest as she met with his closed eyes, surprisingly long lashes, and ruffled bed hair. She giggled as she watched him drool, noting that whatever kind of sex monster she was with last night, had a surprisingly adorable side. Maybe she hadn't really taken in his looks before, when they spoke at the bar, she could barely keep her eyes off the floor. And when they danced, she knew that her vixen had taken over for its long-awaited meal, she knew it wouldn't be paying attention to detail. While they had made endless love, there wasn't anything more than the heat of his eyes she could properly remember. Aside from the delicious ways he marked her body. (She'd never forget those).

Lucy sighed as she laid her head against his chest, reveling in its tautness, dragging a finger in the ridges of his defined arm muscles. She hadn't realized how she missed waking up next to someone. She had been with Dan far longer than she should have been, there was no way in hell she missed that freak, but she missed little things like this, not that Cana so graciously tried to fill that void for the blonde. She just liked the pure feeling of another close to her since she had been so starved for attention as a child. She was grateful for what Natsu had given her again and would be disappointed when he was to wake up and leave. This is why she didn't do one night stands, they were too hard on her heart. Even though she would enjoy more meals this way.

Although, she did have some questions to ask before letting him leave. She was referring to what precisely the pink haired demon was doing, drinking her dry like that. She could live without blood, she really only needed sex to power herself, so she hadn't minded when he did. She was surprised to find out she had really hooked up with another supernatural, one would usually be able to see these kinds of things beforehand. Maybe she had been more drunk than she thought.

She yelped suddenly, Natsu's arm pulling her flush against him, his lips ghosting against her forehead. "You stare too much, ya know."

"O-Oh sorry, I didn't know you were awake…" She laughed nervously, gulping as he peeled away from her, his hidden eyes now blinking down at her. Their deep onyx color sprinkled with emerald flakes surrounding his pupil astonished her, she had never seen such a beautiful color in someone's eyes before.

"Well, you've been squirmin' around and gigglin' on your own there for a while so I didn't think I should interrupt." He smirked as she blushed, wiping the drool from his cheek. She liked his dialect, it was rare for her to hear someone speak so informally, especially with the way she was brought up.

"S-Sorry about that," Lucy said shyly as the two continued to stare at one another, the air still for a moment as they took in the appearance of one another.

"What are you?" Natsu asked suddenly, breaking the silence between them. She was about to ask the same thing.

"A succubus," She said as she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, the color of her cheeks failing to extinguish as his eyes widened. "Purebred."

"Eh, I didn't think there were any pure breeds left lyin' around Magnolia. Sure does explain a lot of last night, you're one wild girl." Natsu snickered as she pouted, slapping his chest lightly.

"I'm not usually like that, thank you very much… It had just been a while since I let myself eat properly is all." She huffed as his laughter died down.

"You don't feed yourself? Sheesh, makes sense why I was gettin' low on energy for a little while there." He hummed, one hand coming to caress my cheek as he stared absently at her.

"W-Well, what about y-you, Mister Drink-Me-Dry?" Lucy stuttered at the warm feeling of his palm, she was seriously acting like a high schooler right now.

"Half-dragon, half demon." He shared with a grin, red scales flashing against the side of his for a moment before disappearing.

"Oh, that's a rare crossbreed." She took slight delight in the short appearance of his transformation, she would have loved to see more. "How interesting…"

"Not as interesting as you, Miss Sex Eater, I was wonderin' why your eyes looked different this morning." He said, leaning in to get a better look at the brown orbs. "How can you survive without blood anyways?"

"Obviously because I'm a s-sex eater." She muttered and crossed her arms as he pulled his hand away. "You gave me enough energy to sustain myself without it."

"Wow, so this is like a two-way street, huh? I can snack all I want on ya, and you can get all the sex you need from me." He said with a proud grin as if the idea hadn't wholly mortified the blonde.

"E-Excuse me?! How could I agree with something as vulgar as that?!" She guffawed, springing up from her place beside him. His grin grew for a moment as he eyed her body, her hand instantly moving to cover herself with the blanket.

"This way I don't have to mess with the humans, and you don't have to go around starvin' yourself and lookin' for the next best dick. Trust me, you won't find someone who can keep up with you like I do." He reasoned, his gross logic somehow making sense to her. She did like feeling at her one hundred percent again, and she definitely enjoyed the sex with Natsu, but they were immortal. Was it smart to attach herself to someone like him?

"I don't even know you, Natsu." She huffed, scooting to sit against her wall so she could align her back properly. "A-Anyways, we don't love each other either."

"We've literally got all the time in the world. I'm sure I can get you to look my way." He rolled his eyes as he sat up. She giggled slightly at his words, trying not to make it obvious that she was staring at his chest. Goodness did her other side know how to pick 'em. He even had battle scars, she was weak for battle scars.

"I'll think about it… though I might not be against it." She said with a fake glare, Natsu's features suddenly filled with a boyish grin spreading across his face. "...You sure don't seem like the same person as you were last night."

"Well, that's because I was on the hunt, weirdo. I'm not always trying to stalk and sex up a girl." He scoffed, making her blush for the umpteenth time. Would it be so wrong to seriously consider such an arrangement with a total stranger...? Especially one that often made it his pass time to eat random women. She wasn't the type to take risks like this out of nowhere, but he was stupid good at making her feel stupid good, and she knew she was undeniably hooked on that stupid good feeling.

"I suppose I should shower now, I'm still a bit sticky from last night." She said as she crawled past him, pulling the blanket with her.

"You know I've seen you naked, right? No need to be embarrassed." He chuckled, his manhood now on full display as he crossed his legs. She unconsciously licked her lips, it was hard not to appreciate what was right in front of her.

"I-I just think things might start up again if you see me." She answered honestly, turning to go into her bathroom. Natsu quickly grabbed the end of the sheet before it slipped off the bed and yanked it away, leaving the poor Heartfilia girl exposed to the air.

"You might be right," The deep growl in his voice had returned as he stared at her delicious and embarrassed state. "You look all kinds of tasty in the daylight."

"D-Don't say that!" She whined as she walked swiftly into her bathroom, her hips swaying a bit more than usual. She could feel it rising like bile as she shut the door, Mavis did she want to toy with him. Her more rational thoughts were saying to actually sit down and have a meal with this guy before she made any decisions to have a sleeping arrangement with him, but Maaaavis did she want him! She tried to shake her head of these thoughts as she turned on the water, flushing her face with cold water to wake herself up from her lame ideas. She washed the dried love juice from her inner thigh, some still fresh inside and flowing down into the drain. What she wouldn't give for another creampie… She often became obsessed with semen, it was like a light snack for her kind. Any amount would be simple enough to push her into overdrive, and Mavis, she was getting there. Her skin crawled with sudden chills, her body shifting into a more sensitive one, her tongue out and panting as she rubbed her legs together.

"I can smell that, missy! You sure you don't want me takin' care of that for you?" Natsu called from the bed, her cheeks burning as she weakly fell against her shower wall. Dammit. Though it's not like it was all bad, she wouldn't have to clean up their mess if they were screwing around in the shower.

"H-Hurry up…!" She cried, her mind falling victim to her better instincts to devour the boy. She really couldn't stop herself once she got going...not that she wanted to either way.

Natsu pushed open the door with a slight force, his eyes grinning as he pulled open the glass door to her shower and stepped in. The water splashed against his thick chest, rolling down and coating the rest of his body with lukewarm water. She bit her lip eagerly as he took her in both arms, one hand reaching to caress her cheek while the other gripped her lush bottom. His hips ground against hers with mouth-watering friction as he lowered his head to allow their lips to hover over one another.

"I knew you couldn't resist, slutty girl." Her heart pounded at the nickname, oh was she a fan of nicknames now. He hungrily pressed their lips together, her arms wrapping around his neck to push herself into him even further. Her mouth ached for his tongue, greedily pulling it in as their bodies fell into rhythm. She moved her tongue fervently down his body, her target his growing hard-on that began to drip beads of precum. She licked her lips as she held his shaft, lips pressing against the pink head as she begged for the meal hidden within him.

"Oh already? You move fast when you're horny." Natsu grinned as she swallowed him, her eyes glued to his as she bobbed her head up and down. She couldn't help herself, it had been too long since she had fed so pleasantly, she wanted the food she didn't know she had missed. He groaned as she teased her way down his cock, her lips wrapping around his groin as she delighted herself from his constant gasps and moans. His hand fisted her hair roughly as she moaned against the tip of his member, thrusting sadistically into her mouth again. Her eyes watered, watching his dark eyes and sharp snarl as he finished himself off against her tongue. Now that was what she wanted. She happily drank his spunk as he pulled his dick from her warmed cavity, her tongue reaching for what still stuck to him. Kissing up his waist, she mewled wantonly, her lips caressing his nipple as he panted, eyes hungry for him.

"I want more, Natsu~" She whined, flashing a sultry look at him as she lapped lightly against the pink bud, tweaking the other slightly. "You can give me more, right?"

"You're gonna get it alright." He growled, pushing her away and forcing her against the tile wall. She mewled as his tongue splayed against the plain of her back, his teeth nibbling softly into her skin as he trailed down her body, his lips stopping to kiss and suckle the sensitive spots he had marked last night. She moaned as he especially paid attention to her delicate behind, massaging and spanking her smutty ass in efforts to rile her up. Though he knew if he weren't reliving her soon, she would gladly force him down to get his mouth to comply. Which he rather enjoyed the few times she had last night.

"N-Natsu…!" She cried as he drank her indulgent honey, hands spreading her thighs apart as he feverishly attacked her pleasure center. He smacked her supple behind, greedy for more of her lewd sounds. The back of his head tapped lightly against the wall she was pressed against as Natsu maneuvered into a new position. He sat with his legs crossed, holding Lucy's open as he pulled her away from the wall, watching as she bit her lip at the sight of him in between her. He grinned as he spread her inner lips, his mouth watering at the sight of her dewy folds. Her eyes flashed hungrily down at him as he slowly dragged his tongue against her perverted core and latched his lips onto her bundle of nerves begging for attention. Lucy buckled at her knees, her hand going to fist his pink locks as Natsu helped keep her upright. He lapped salaciously as she writhed above him, his ears filled with the sound of her pleas for release and shudders of euphoria. She mewled as two digits were thrust into her, the movement of his tongue matching the friction of his fingers, the coil in her stomach tightening as his hand warmed up. Fuck, she forgot he could do that. Natsu grinned as she arched her back and held his head firmly in place as she came into his heated palm.

"You sure are sweet, Luce." He smirked, licking the sticky cream from his fingers as she watched him with the eyes he had already been well acquainted with. He might have developed a kink for pulling out this side of her.

"I'm starting to fall of that mouth of yours." Lucy sighed as she dropped into his lap, taking his hand from his lips to clean it herself. He grunted as her other hand gripped his newly formed boner, eyes locking with his as she continued to lap at her juices.

"You're really fired up, huh?" Natsu shuddered as his dick penetrated her folds, Lucy guiding it steadily into her.

"I can't help it," She moaned as his tip hit the deepest part of her, the demon surrendering as Lucy began to move on her own. "Your body is such a turn on."

Natsu was silenced by the fierce onslaught of her lips, his spirit grinning as she ground down on his cock. His throat rumbled with carnal lust as she bounced on his lap, his canines gripping her bottom lip to draw out what blood had regenerated in her. The red liquid slowly filled his mouth as their spit swapped, slowly refilling his energy and the desire to give the girl what she had asked for. Natsu latched onto the sensitive crook of her neck as his hands gripped her soft hips eagerly before pounding into her suffocating folds. Natsu took an obsessive delight in seeing her ahegao as he rammed wildly into her. The water from the showerhead continued to soak the two, creating a wet heat Natsu was able to manipulate between them. He felt the fire in his belly dancing dangerously within him, the dragon side he often suppressed while with a woman was attempting to take control and ravage the slutty girl begging for her ache to be relieved. His lips captured her pert nipple, Lucy gasping as she finally received the attention her breasts were craving. He felt his eyes slip into their counterpart as her scent filled his head as well as the sight of her wet eyes and drooling mouth. He dropped a hand to pleasure her sex as he continued to toy with her soft globes and thrust hungrily into her. Natsu wasn't dumb when it came to how he felt or what his body was telling him, although there were a couple of people he knew that would claim otherwise, it wasn't long after Natsu learned that Lucy was a supernatural as well, that something inside him wanted her. And he knew he'd have her.

"I-I-I'm…! N-Natsu…!" He was rough with her as she neared her climax, her mind filling with his endless drilling and torture against her most sensitive place. Natsu's groan was drowned out as Lucy recaptured his lips, the pink haired demon releasing his seed vigorously and chain reacted the blonde's orgasm. Her release came roughly as his cum coated her inner walls and fed her thirsty body, the vixen disappearing from her pupils as Natsu's last shot of his spray filled her womb.

"You alright there, Luce?" Natsu hummed as he removed himself, her head resting on his chest for a moment.

"Just wrapping my head around what we just did," She sighed, spirits lifting as Natsu let out bubbly laughter.

"You shouldn't feel bad, y'know. You were hungry, yeah?" He smiled as she looked at him with a pout.

"I don't think that really excuses my behavior…" She whined, pushing herself out of Natsu's hold.

"You're allowed to feed from me all you want, ya weirdo. Didn't I say my body was yours?" He smirked as she blushed, biting her already healed lip as she looked at him.

"I suppose this arrangement might not be all bad then," She humphed, her cheeks flushing a brighter red as she felt Natsu's semen begin to flow out of her.

"We should get cleaned up now. Otherwise, I might get hot again lookin' at you waste all that good honey." He snickered as she glared at him, standing up to help her to her feet.

~000~

"So, what were you thinking about that got you all worked up again? Last night I hope." His grin pulled across his features as she rummaged through her drawers to find the clothes Juvia's boyfriend usually left behind when he visited.

"What if I was?" She flushed at her words, peeking at his wild smile, shivers trailing down her back. Were demons always this sexy? She wished she knew before spending so much time looking for men on the pure side of her kind. He growled happily and licked his lips, enjoying the sight of her wrapped tightly in a towel.

"Say stuff like that, missy, and I'll fuck you real good all over again." The roughness of his voice excited her, she could feel the intensity of her other side trying to break through again with such a simple sentence. She shook her head to rid of the thoughts, pushing the clothes she found for him into his chest.

"Q-Quit that! I don't want us to start all over again." She huffed as she absentmindedly dropped her towel and began to slip on her underwear in front of her new (sex) partner.

"You say that, but you're letting me see all the good work I did." He smirked at the sight of the various love bites coating her body, her behind also red and riddled with marks from his earlier torture.

"I-I just wasn't thinking!" She yelped, frazzled as she forgot her bra and slipped a loose tank top on along with a random pair of cloth shorts that hugged her behind.

"It's not like I'm plannin' to attack ya, Lucy. I know you'll do that all on your own if you want me." He grinned his stupid boyish grin, examining the items I had given him, his nose turning up at their scent.

"Oh, those just belong to a friend, he has a stripping problem, so I'm always finding his stuff around my apartment after he visits. But don't worry, I washed them." She said, noticing he was hesitant to wear the boxers.

"I wouldn't be surprised you know that idiot ice for brains," Natsu mumbled, tossing the underwear on the floor as he put on the sweatpants and t-shirt he held.

"Eh? You know Gray too? I've only met him a few times, my friend thinks we'll steal him from her if he spends too much time with us." I laughed as Natsu pouted and crossed his arms.

"That freaky stripper is always following me around, makes sense I end up wearing his forgotten clothes." Natsu sighed, eyes following the blonde as she rung the water out of her hair with a towel. "I figured if you had anything lying around they would have belonged to that Dan guy."

"E-Eh?! How do you know about him?!" She asked anxiously, her cheeks rivaling the hair of a certain descendant of Athena.

"I overheard you and your friends at the bar," He chuckled as she puffed out her cheeks. "Who is he anyway? Someone you needed to forget with sex?"

"N-No! My friends just used him as an excuse to take me out… We broke up yesterday." She forced herself to say, her blush still remaining as the demon nodded his head.

"So how long did ya date his lame ass?" Natsu spoke with slight irritation in his voice, though unintentionally. The dragon in him had a problem with his women being handled by other men, he was a possessive creature after all. Lucy had really no idea what she had become wrapped up in.

"Four years, really it was nothing." She scoffed; a year was basically a month in human years, so she wasn't especially attached to Dan or anything. She had always seemed to end up with weird guys like him, Natsu was a nice change of pace she had to admit.

"I hope I at least did my job right and got you to forget about him," Natsu smirked as he wrapped his arms around her waist, indulging in how embarrassed she became when he teased her. He probably would never get tired of messing with her.

"...He's nowhere near your level…" She mumbled, batting her eyelashes shyly at him as the words rolled off her tongue. A happy growl vibrated in his throat at her words, he really had a hard time keeping his hands off this girl. Lucy shuddered slightly, knees weak from the sound of his growl. Why did she love it so much when he did that? Her vixen stayed tied in its place, but Lucy still felt the strong urge to kiss the demon that held her. Natsu seemed to be ready for it, his eyes glued to her puffy pink borders as he licked her lips. She sated her desire as she fell victim to the claim of his scorched lips…when did he push her against the wall? Lucy was weak to his warm palms roaming under her shirt as Natsu filled her with the taste of his tongue. She panted as he pulled away, his eyes now a striking gold, the shape of his iris thinner as well. Curious only for a moment as Natsu fondled her breasts and desperately marked her neck.

"Lulu-tan! I'm here to apologize! I didn't me-" Lucy's bedroom door swung open, immediately startling the two tangled up with each other. The brunette stood shocked in the middle of her room as Natsu wiped the trail of spit from his chin and Lucy quickly adjusted her shirt.

"Why the hell are you in my apartment?!" Lucy shouted angrily at the man in question, stepping around Natsu to stand in front of Dan, arms crossed, and her weight settled onto one hip.

"I remembered where you hid your key...Lulu, who is this man?" Dan glared at Natsu, the demon boy rivaling it with his own.

"That's none of your business, Dan. Just get out, we're not together anymore!" Lucy held her glare, her anger steadily rising because Natsu had been feelin' her up real nice just a second ago.

"Did this low-level demon brainwash you into falling out of love with me, Lucy?! He was violating your sacred body! A gentleman like me would never do something as impure as that to a princess like Lucy-tama! You've even marred her body with your indecency!" Dan spouted, puffing his chest out to try to intimidate Natsu.

"Eh? You wouldn't even do something as vanilla as that with Luce? No wonder she was starving, don't you know how to take care of a succubus? At least a low-level demon like me knows how to satisfy a woman. Those marks are proof of all the fun we had with one another." Natsu tsked, his dragon features leaking onto his face, red scales and the still present golden eyes staring down the descendant of Hephaestus.

"I challenge your filthy magic! I will free my Lucy of whatever evil spell you have her under and take her back into my lovi-" Lucy cut the swordsman off with a swift uppercut to his jaw, successfully knocking out the annoying brunette and calming the sudden humidity Natsu had caused as his body had begun to heat up.

"That's the last time I date someone through my father," Lucy grumbled as she hoisted the man onto her shoulder, leaving her room to roughly toss him out of her front door. "I'll have to get my locks changed too."

"Wow...I didn't know the power of a succubus was so great, you carried him like he was made of paper." Natsu whistled, leaning against the doorway of her bedroom, his scales still present but eyes back to normal. The red traveled down his arms as well, possibly lining other parts of his body too.

"That's mostly because I ate your energy, so I have your strength or at least a sum of it." Lucy shrugged as she moved to enter her kitchen, pulling open her fridge and sighing.

"Sorry, Dan is a complete idiot. He said something rude to you. He's a descendant of Hephaestus so you would think he had some sense of logic in that big head." Lucy pouted as the pinkette approached her a small smirk on his lips.

"As if that lame-o has any idea how great I actually am. There's no way he and his lame weapons could handle me when I take on my dragon form." He hummed, peeking into the fridge behind Lucy.

"Hoh, I'd love to see that fight actually. I'd pay good money for it." Lucy laughed as Natsu nudged her out of the way.

"We'll keep it in mind then if he gives us trouble again." Natsu laughed along with her. "You go sit down, I'll make you some breakfast."

"Eh? You can cook? You don't strike me as the type." Lucy mused, watching as he pulled out a few things from the groceries she had.

"I don't always like eating people, I'll have you know. Human food isn't bad, so of course, I learned how to cook." He stuck his tongue at her, making her giggle as she turned to wait on the couch in her living room.

"I'll leave it to you then, Mister Drink-Me-Dry."

~000~

"You really don't seem like the type to be able to make crepes, especially such fluffy ones…!" Lucy cried happily as she clutched her face with her hands, enjoying the strawberry and creme crepes Natsu had miraculously prepared.

"I guess you have more than one reason to keep me around then." He chuckled from his seat across the table, watching as she happily ate his food. Was it his goal in life to embarrass her? But she was already getting used to having such a warm face.

"I was curious about something, Natsu," Lucy said as she looked up from her plate, her nerves buzzing at the sight of his scales. She was weak she had to admit, she was the cliche faux innocent girl who couldn't keep her eyes the faux bad boy in front of her. You'd probably be able to get away with blaming her father for it. Angels and demigods never had cool transformations. "What happens to the girls you eat?"

"No one's asked me that question before," Natsu laughed, her eyes absently following the sharp points of his teeth. Was it safe to say she'd been a little obsessive? Probably, but she knew most of her ogling was due to prolonged starvation. Natsu was good eats, okay?! "It's like soul purifying? I pick those who didn't get cleaned properly, they need to get sent back down, ya get me? Their bodies usually turn to dust either way."

"E-E-Eh?! W-Why'd you pick me then?!" Lucy shivered as she clutched a hand to her chest, jumping as Natsu began howling with laughter again.

"Don't worry, not for your soul." He continued to laugh at the mortified look on her face.

"Your blood smelled really good."

"M-My blood..?" She cringed, picking back up her fork to slowly finish her food. "Well, what'd it smell like then?"

"Sweet, like strawberries. It's really thick too, so that makes it better." His foot lightly ran against her calf, a shiver crawling up her spine as she felt her other half wanting another round with him. How about next time she doesn't go on such a lengthy hunger strike, then maybe she wouldn't be so eager to jump on Natsu. His scales were definitely making her more eager.

"O-Oh that's interesting." She ignored the playful attempt from Natsu as she got up to put her plate in the sink. Lucy gulped as she felt the demon approach her from behind, his hands resting on her hips as his grin spread eagerly the tainted smell she gave off.

"I couldn't help but notice how you kept staring at my new look, Lucy." The blonde was hyper-aware of his bulge pressed against her, she licked her lips before looking over her shoulder, her body trembling at the addition of the golden horns curling out of the sides of his head. Fuck.

"I think it's...nice…" She feigned her innocence as she turned in his arms, holding a moan in her throat as his hard ridge teased her hip.

"Show me yours, won't you?" Lucy flushed as she softly pushed him away, moving out of the kitchen to lean against the back of her couch.

"That might be dangerous, Natsu," She laughed awkwardly as he followed her, his eyebrow quirking at her answer. "I haven't released that side of me in a long time."

"Awe, c'mon, what's the worst that could happen? Can't you tell that I want you?" His eyes flashed predatorily, the air thick with her scent. He loved that scent, he could practically taste her.

"You're responsible for whatever happens, I'm not good at turning back on my own." Lucy huffed, pouting as Natsu nodded and waited for her transformation. She let out a breath, her tense shoulders releasing their nervousness as she unraveled the chains that kept the vixen inside her tied down. Her clothes melted away, replaced by a thin black corset ending at her waist and cupping her breasts. Her shorts fading away into a low-rise lace panty attached to garters wrapping around her thighs. A heart tattoo sprouting small wings appeared below her navel and a thick leather choker bandaging her neck, her pointed tail growing from below her lower back.

Lucy mewled as she felt the onslaught of her heightened senses gripping her body, a smile crawling on her face as Natsu drank in her appearance. She shivered as his lips puckered lightly against her nape, his hands taunting the ticklish skin of her torso. Her fingers daintily maneuvered his chin, her tongue parting Natsu's puffy pink borders. She grinned as he buckled at his knees and fell to the floor, panting heavily as he grit his teeth.

"Sorry, Natsu," Lucy giggled as she moved the suddenly weak boy onto his back. "I wanted to be in control for a little while,"

"W-What'd you...ngh...d-do?!" Natsu choked out as Lucy lazily dragged her tongue along the ridge of his left horn; they were more sensitive than usual, his nerves were buzzing with an intense pleasure the succubus had fed him.

"I used a bit of my magic on you," She hummed, tapping lightly on her lips. "Doesn't it feel nice? Your body is reacting so well, I can smell your dick already, greedy dragon."

He snarled, slightly irritated he couldn't use his strength to toss Lucy onto her back and pump her full of his appreciation for calling him a dragon. Her mouth moved lewdly down his neck, marking him with the shallow bites and purple hickeys, his cock twitching in his pants from the light sensation of her torture trailing down his collarbone. She took sadistic delight in his powerless state as she pulled off his shirt, mouth watering at the sight of his pert and swollen nipples. Her tail swished behind her energetically as she watched him writhe, eyes glaring and back arching slightly as she prodded the heated nubs.

"Moan for me, won't you, Natsu? I want to hear you~" Lucy tempted the demon to further give in to her ministrations, licking her lips as his eyes followed hers, bathing the taut bud with her keen pink appendage. Natsu's canines gripped his bottom rim as he flinched, not used to affliction against his nipples. She bit faintly onto the throbbing peak, inwardly smiling as a groan verberated from his throat. He felt her magic overcoming his senses as he continued to let out winces and whinges, the ravenous pleasure pulsing through him and nearing him to his climax. Lucy's tail wriggled as it unsheathed his length from his pants, Natsu hissing as the cold air hit his fevered manhood. Her tongue tweaked his other nipple, eyes grinning as she suckled wickedly, his features twisting as his cum spurt onto his stomach without warning.

"L-Lucy...G-Goodness…" Natsu strained out, panting as he came down from his orgasmic high. Had he ever come from such simple stimulation before? It felt better than he would have figured, he wouldn't mind it if she were to do that again.

"How yummy," Lucy smirked as she moved down his body, cleaning the perverted juice from his abdomen. "Thank you for the treat." He jerked as her lips swallowed his still rigid shaft, sucking whatever else he had held on to.

"You're dangerous…" He sighed as she slipped off her panties and sat on her knees above him.

"Think you can handle a bit more?" She purred as he shuddered, her wet pussy sliding against his shameless rod. He bucked his hips and nodded, his body still racked with her liquid pleasure. Her eyes were excited as her tail wrapped around the base of his length, acting as a tight cock ring that forbade him from finding another release. Natsu hissed as she teased him with her movements, Lucy panting above him as she rode the slathered arousal. He groaned as he watched her massage her chest, grinding on his oozing cock. He was enthralled by her seduction, not used to the take over she had accomplished. His shaky hands fell to her hips as he whined, her movements quickening. He wanted to sheath himself in her and watch as she'd fall apart because of his rough touch. Natsu bucked his swollen head against her hardened clit and growled sinfully at the sight of her nearing orgasm. Lucy moaned as he flowed into her, her tight walls squeezing him as his thick member coaxed her to spasm wildly around him.

"F-Fuck…! Let m-me…! Luce…!" Natsu cried as she unraveled around him, thrusting into her as he heaved and emptied his spunk into her begging folds. Lucy mewled and drooped forward onto his chest as he slipped out of her, her regular clothes returning and replacing her slutty outfit as she reverted back to her previous state of mind.

"Now we have to clean up again." Lucy sighed as she rolled onto the floor beside Natsu, flushing at the sight of his wide grin.

"Works for me, you can do that to me again whenever you want, Luce," Natsu snickered, pecking her lightly on her forehead as he felt his strength return.

~000~

"You really didn't need to take me out, Natsu," Lucy huffed, feigning annoyance as he returned her to the front door of her apartment. She was glad the night was cold, giving her an excuse to wear leggings and a turtleneck dress to cover up all the bruises Natsu had left riddled on her.

"I'm tryna keep you for myself, ya know, so of course I'm gonna take you out. Let's call it a thank you for showing me so many sides of you today." Natsu chuckled as she blushed, his hands falling to her hips once more. She was starting to like the small tingle she got every time he did that to her.

"You don't have to try hard to get me...j-just saying." Lucy pouted, her lips curling into a small smile as Natsu bent down to offer her a chaste kiss. She savored the soft energy his lips provided for a short moment before he pulled away with a faint sigh.

"I think if I do any more than that we might get caught up in everything again." He laughed as she giggled and smiled as well.

"Y-Yeah,"

"Here's my card, give me a call whenever you want. I want to see you again as soon as possible. The reason doesn't matter, you can use me if you need to." He winked before turning to walk away, waving a hand as he did so.

"E-Eh?! I-I'd nev-" Lucy's words were cut short as she caught sight of her friends that had somehow mysteriously appeared beside her.

"Well no wonder she wasn't answering her phone all day," Cana whistled, snickering as Lucy's blush exploded on her face.

"He's so cute, Lu-chan! Were you together all day?!" Levy begged for information as she grabbed onto the blonde's arm.

"Y-Yeah, we just hung around." I shrugged, Cana and Juvia sharing a look and shaking their heads at the blatant lie.

"I hope he was a gentleman, after all, you just met last night." Erza huffed and crossed her arms.

"Oh no, he's actually pretty nice...we had a fun day." She bit back her heavier embarrassment as they all flashed information wanting looks. She definitely wouldn't give them all of the details.

"Let's get inside, you're spilling everything, Lulu," Cana said as Lucy hurried me to unlock her door.

"Ugh, don't even get me started."

#smut #nalu #fairy tail #fairy tail couples #fairy tail nalu #nalu smut #nalu week #Natsu and Lucy #natsu x lucy #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #fanfiction #fanfic #fairy tail fanfiction

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Ok I didn't understand anything of this Flight Rising business other than that it's about dragons so would you like to talk about your dragon au Kazutake and Wario? Maybe with 5, 39 and 45 and/or something else if you want to get something out :D

Bless your heart, truly! ;;3;;

Flight Rising is a dragon petsite (kind of like what Neopetsis except with dragons) that has a lot of really cool lore and worldbuilding,so it essentially became an outlet for another AU for me. //bricked Most of my lairconsists of Boueibu dragons and their children (because I have no chill), butthere are some OCs as well and they’re all extremely special to me~

I have a lot of posts in my FlightRising tag, which is pretty much all worldbuilding and character notes forthis AU, but if you want the gist of it you can read thefirst post I made about it (with a lot of helpful links introducing theconcept) and thisother post that kinda explains some more about it (with more helpfullinks).

In this AU, Chikuis a type of dragon called a Fae and Wariois a Mirrordragon. They are a mated pair and they’ve successfully had a nest of 4beautiful children whom they love very dearly~ Because that was part of my plangoing into this, Chiku is a female Fae and Wario is a male Mirror. (I chose thebreeds, but I let the genders and elements of the dragons for this AU bedictated by chance based on what was available in the Auction House at the timeand that’s how it turned out.) You can read more about them in their linkedbios if you’re curious. There isn’t much there at the moment, but it gives youa basic idea of their roles in the AU and how their relationship works. ^^

Also, I swear I didn’t forget about this. I was having sometrouble flexing my brain for Wario at one point, but @purplerose128 helped me figure it out.

Pleasesend me more questions about my dragons~

5. List 3 fears; one“surface level” fear, one “repressed” fear, and one “deep dark” fear.

Chiku has many fears, but one surface level fear is probablybeing around much larger dragons. Faes are very tiny (one of the smallestbreeds) and she’s kind of easy for other dragons to intentionally overlook tobegin with… so it wouldn’t be too hard for a larger breed to accidentally sit/stepon her because they “didn’t see her” or something like that. Also, onthat note, Imperials terrify her because of their sheer size (considering theyare the largest breed, essentially giants compared to every other breed) and ifone sneezes or coughs in her direction she could get launched across theregion. (Also, I’m sure she’s lowkey-highkey scared of one accidentallyinhaling her.)

One of Chiku’s repressed fears, which became a deep darkfear for a while, was realized when she and Wario were planning to make a nesttogether. She had been terrified that she would never be able to find or have afamily that would accept and appreciate her. Her own birth family treated heras something flawed and abnormal, so who would even want her?

At first, she was thrilled and overwhelmed with joy whenWario expressed interest in starting a family with her because it was all sheever wanted. But then it started sinking in more and she began to fear that shemight not live up to Wario’s expectations of her as a mother. What if sheproduced an odd number of eggs and he got upset? What if there was somethingwrong with the children and he blamed her because she wasn’t as perfect as hethought she was? She had never been able to live up to anyone’s positiveexpectations of her before. All she ever did was disappoint and Wario believedin her so much that she was terrifiedof the risk of letting him down. But most of all, she was worried that thiswouldn’t be the happy family she wanted for herself, for her children… forall of them.

Of course, the fear subsided when she laid four eggs andeventually all of them hatched and Wario was happy even though there wasn’t aneven split of Faes and Mirrors, proving that Wario loved them anyway becausethe fact that this was their familymade it perfect. All fears reassured.

Wario, on the other hand, is afraid of curses and cursedobjects… which there just so happens to be plenty of in Sornieth. The clanhoard alone has a surprising amount of ominous trinkets lying around, some ofwhich no one is quite sure of the origin of. The energy emitting from themdoesn’t mix well with his own and he is put off by the knowledge that suchthings exist in a concentrated location. Every time someone drags one of thosestrange objects in from a day of gathering, he eyes them warily from a safedistance because it makes his skin crawl in all kinds of unpleasant ways.

Unfortunately, Wario has a similar background of not fittingin with his birth clan or his own breed. He already didn’t fit in with otherMirrors because of his quirks/habits making him practically impossible to workwith and his birth clan didn’t trust him for similar reasons. So, after acertain point, he just decided he was better off alone. He left them first before they could leave himand told himself it was his own decision, repressing a fear that he will be abandonedby any clan he tries to call his own in the process, even though he couldalready tell they didn’t want anything to do with him. Now that he has found aclan and a family that actually accepts him, this fear could creep up at any timebecause it’s there below the surface waiting to bubble up at the slightestdoubt that formulates in his brain.

But Wario’s deep dark fear that he hasn’t quite fully acknowledgedto himself yet is losing Chiku and being unable to see any beauty or balance inthe world again. Chiku hasn’t been a cure-all for his habits, but she has madethem easier to live with by being a positive influence on him. She calms hismind in a way just by being by his side. But in the back of his mind, he fearsthat maybe it really isn’t possiblefor him to feel this way forever – because how can he fight off the only thinghe’s ever known when it’s still very much a big part of his life? – and one dayhe might let his habits get in the way at the expense of his loved ones.

39. Have they everbeen accused of something they didn’t do?

Considering they are both oddballs of their breeds, it wouldhave been very easy to blame them for anything that went wrong, mostly due tocommunication issues.

In Chiku’s case, dragons of other breeds tend to ignore herand go out of their way to avoid interactions with her at all costs. Faes arehard for other breeds to understand to begin with because of their monotonespeech and all of their expression being conveyed with their crests, but Chiku beingeven more monotone and less expressive than the average Fae makes her almostimpossible to communicate with. Most dragons are unsettled by this and don’thave the time (or patience) to dedicate to figuring her out, so they just…don’t.

Other Faes tend to find her weird and unsettling because shedoesn’t communicate very well, so Chiku usually ends up feeling like she’sscreaming from inside a box and no one can hear her. No matter what she does,she just can’t get through to anyone and she kind of stopped trying after apoint, which just made things easier for others to say “oh, she’s not normal. she can’t even speak right. she must have messed upsomehow.”

As for Wario, he doesn’t get along with anyone. He doesn’tget along with other breeds, especially in mixed clans, because they’re all toodifferent in size, diet, and aesthetic sense (among other things). And thisunsettles him greatly because he can’t understand how creatures that seeminglydon’t mesh well would want to spendtime in the same proximity. But he doesn’t even get along with his own breed, which is very unusual for aMirror, since Mirrors prefer to live and hunt in packs together rather thanbeing alone… except Wario refuses to join a pack where the number is continuouslyshifting, and he doesn’t like constantly being on the move and having to buildtemporary lairs that break down too easily, and it’s impossible for him to bearound strongly aggressive personalities like his own without getting into afight… so he prefers to be alone than deal with the added frustration ofother dragons.

Mirrors that pick up on these quirks/behaviors of his tendto avoid him because they also would prefer not to deal with him on a regularbasis or at all. And other dragons find him unpleasant to be around: some areintimidated by his mere presence while others just outright don’t like hisattitude or think he’s too complicated to try reasoning with. And this makes Warioan excellent scapegoat for anything that goes wrong as well. Something weird orunfortunate happens to the clan hoard or one of the lairs? Just blame the angryguy over there. He probably got irritated and wrecked it to “prove hispoint” or something.

45. What is theemotion they most commonly experience?

For the most part, Chiku is overwhelmed with a forebodingsense of shame and hopelessness born from being “abnormal” and feelinglike she has no impact on the world around her. And Wario, being a naturallyaggressive and off-kilter individual, tends to be stuck in a loop offrustration and anger because seemingly everything agitates him. Once they getto know each other and become mates, they help each other work on these issues,but it’s still hard to beat. At least they make each other happy.

#Ask That Dork #Flight Rising #boueibu #random thought #Clan Haven #I would have answered this much sooner but I was mostly stuck on trying to write out their fears #also my health tanked but asdhklf not important #I realize the irony in describing Wario as off-kilter and I cry #because it is incredibly accurate and he would probably take personal offense to it #I'm sorry Wario baby I promise I love you #also not that this needs specifying but technically I could have just declared them both guys #despite the fact that I needed them to be different sexes for breeding purposes (because I wanted them to have kids for the AU) #but I didn't feel like it and I thought it would be interesting this way for story purposes (not that too much changes) ^^' #(a lot of characters got a sex swap for this AU because of breeding) #(and I just took whatever dragon was available regardless of sex and slapped a name on it)