smertgorim

he/him|she/her disappointed rus bisexual selling myself for the white monster energy

[smertgorim]

By the way, I'm open to requests. If you like my writing, I'd be really happy to hear your ideas and prompts! It would also save me from the routine of endless academic writing.

[smertgorim]

OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!! I feel like there's barely any of the Oracion seis ANYWHERE

Having said that I would love something for racer, I had a dream about him taking me on a fantastic date once an now I literally can't get him outta my head. It's insane. Destiny maybe?

Maybe something where reader is also going through the same thing. Like they were friends, and then BAM- dream. Gets super flustered around him all of the sudden, head literally flooded with thoughts of that dream n everything

Well regardless of if you write it or not I hope you have a great day!!!

Thank you for your request! I really liked the idea, so I tried to develop it as much as possible without being boring. I believe in Racer supermercy.

Racer. Rendezvous in a dream.

Warnings: English is not my native language, so there may be errors. Fluff, a bit of awkward situations, more friendly than romantic relationships.

Racer is actually a pretty good friend. Since you met, you've grown fond of this strange guy, obsessed with speed and absolute freedom of choice. You didn't get to see each other often, since he was still searching for his place, but you always had a good time together.

Usually, you just chat and exchange interesting gossip, sometimes laughing gleefully at your acquaintances' romantic failures. Only recently did he finally stop his "running" right in your city. There was no reasoning behind this action, but Racer claimed it was only temporary, until he got tired of the scenery here.

"And I found a cheap room," - he says, mindlessly smoothing his bushy eyebrow as he describes all the advantages of this stop.

You just shrug, shamelessly popping another candy from the bag he supposedly bought for himself into your mouth.

"Well, if you need anything, I'm always happy to help, neighbor," - you giggle and jokingly nudge him with your elbow.

Racer settled just a couple of streets from your apartment, so now you see each other much more often. Sometimes your paths cross at the market during the day, where he ends up helping you carry your groceries; sometimes the prospect of a lonely dinner seems too sad and you drag him to some simple café; sometimes he even makes you join him on his morning run. Everything within the bounds of decency.

And then you have a dream. A very strange and terribly embarrassing dream, after which you lie awake for a long time, staring at the ceiling, pressing the back of your hand to your sweaty forehead. Your heart is pounding wildly as you replay the same images from your dream over and over in your head, like a stuck record.

Everything felt so real and effortless. Just another walk with Racer, another evening spent together as friends, but something was still off. You were much closer - not enough to make you uncomfortable, but enough to question the nature of your relationship. Sometimes your hands would touch, and neither of you was in a hurry to pull away; on the contrary, the man would confidently interlace your fingers and lead you along. And it felt so natural, as if nothing strange was happening.

You felt good in the dream, to be honest. You hadn't felt so safe and comfortable around a man in a long time. It seemed as if Racer was exactly the one who should be by your side. Reliable, a bit lacking in empathy, but someone always ready to help and support you in tough times, someone who never judged even your strangest interests and choices. You were truly grateful to him for everything. And just as he leaned in so close that you thought you could feel his breath, the dream ended, leaving you in the silence of your apartment with a buzzing in your head.

Although, come to think of it, it was just a dream, right? Just silly scenarios from your subconscious, triggered by seeing the man too often. Nothing more. Such thoughts filled you with confidence, which quickly evaporated as soon as you left the house to run errands and caught sight of a familiar tall figure with a mohawk. For the first time, you wanted to run away before he noticed you. How awful! You can't act so foolishly!

"Hey, neighbor!"- you call out to him, despite the nervous tremor in your throat. - "Good morning, how are you?"

The man turned around, and now you could see a bouquet of flowers in his hands, making everything inside you flip over; your heart skips a beat. Are you still dreaming? Is the dream continuing? Is your date still going on?

"Morning, neighbor," - he nods and turns away again, leaving you confused for a few seconds. - "Here you go, ma'am, all done."

Now you're completely lost, so you hurry to peek from behind his broad back and immediately see a small flower stall, next to which, on a chair, sits the sweetest elderly woman, accepting a bouquet of flowers from Racer's hands. It turned out that some bastard had knocked over several vases of her bouquets, and the speedster had offered to help her.

"Was in the right place at the right time," - he explains, twirling a flower between his fingers that the old lady gave him as thanks for his help.

You walk alongside him, awkwardly clasping your hands behind your back. How could you ever have thought those flowers were for you? What nonsense. The man continues talking about something, but you barely catch the meaning of his words, lost in your own thoughts. Until something soft pokes you in the cheek, making you jump to the side.

"What's wrong with you?" - Racer raises a bushy eyebrow in surprise, holding out the flower in front of him - it was that very thing he'd poked you with.

"Don't scare me like that!" - you snort and straighten your back, glancing again at the flower. - "What were you saying?"

Racer is silent for just a few moments before continuing his story about the latest news. And, funnily enough, he also tells you about a strange dream. Only his imagination didn't serve up romantic scenarios with a friend in the role of a lover. He spent a long time trying to describe some vague events of varying degrees of absurdity, and over time, his chatter even managed to calm you down.

You say goodbye in the main square. You still need to stop by the guild, and he has his own made-up business to attend to. He gives you a side hug, and now even this gesture, so familiar to you, feels too intimate. His long arms wrap around your shoulders, and his cheek presses against the top of your head for just a moment. You feel his warmth and the hardness of the metal attached to his chin. He really is too tall, and you kind of like that.

You walk away from him quickly, your cheeks burning with shame. What are you even thinking about! You haven't been a teenager for a long time to freeze up from a simple hug with a man or to have such silly dreams! How childish!

The usual hustle and bustle of the guild helps you distract yourself. How nice that the quest board is never empty. You approach the fresh assignments with unprecedented enthusiasm and even sign up for a couple in your name, even though you know you won't be able to complete them all in one day. Your comrades glance at you with slight confusion, but don't pry; you'll tell them yourself when the time comes, or maybe it will stay locked inside your restless mind.

The day passes in a flurry of errands, and you leave the guild building, barely dragging your feet. You're tired, and you desperately need a warm dinner and your bed, but a familiar figure on the horizon quickly ruins all your plans. Why is he here again? Oh, right, you are actually friends, and this is perfectly normal, damn it. But as you get closer and raise your hand to greet him, you freeze. Racer's cloak is hanging over his shoulders, and a travel bag is visible behind his back. A cold feeling begins to creep inside you.

"You're leaving?" - Your voice trembles before you can stop it.

The man just nods, adjusting the bag on his shoulder. He doesn't seem to feel an ounce of regret about leaving you like this. Of course, you don't owe each other anything; it was foolish to think he was staying here forever. It was all expected, but for some reason, you feel terribly cold. You shake your head and try to force your usual smile.

"I see. Well, have a good trip," - there's a lump in your throat. You shove your hands into your pockets and try not to look him in the eyes. - "Come back sometime."

"I will. Someone has to pay for your dinners,"- Racer smirks, but his enthusiasm quickly fades, and you hear a nervous sigh.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him scratch the tip of his long nose and then, in his usual manner, lean down to wrap you in a hug. Still not raising your eyes, you lean in return, when you feel a touch on your cheek. Warm, soft, and slightly moist. Now those are definitely lips, not some silly flower.

"Well, see you later."

"HEY, YOU JERK!"

But he's already vanished without a trace. Damn speed magic. You touch your cheek, where the warmth of the kiss still lingers, and for some reason, you start smiling like an idiot. Maybe next time he comes to town, you'll reenact not just the ending of your strange dream?

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!

[smertgorim]

I saw u were open to requests?? Do u write for fairy tail??? If so, could I get some headcannons with your pick of the Fairy Tail guild members and chef! Reader whose the cook for the guild? (Like whose making all the food??? It can't be mira, shes already basically running the guild when Makarov just drinks😭😭😭)

Thank you for the request! I'm not a big fan of the Fairy Tail guild itself, but I do have a couple of favorites.

I imagine the reader-chef for the guild as a fairly feisty person. After all, working with people is hard enough, and on top of that, there's such a variety of specific tastes - just take Natsu or Gajeel.

A feisty, maybe slightly rough, but always attentive reader who pays close attention to the guild members' preferences, and who masters the art of magical cooking, similar to Yajima's.

You have a great relationship with Mira. You share the bar space between the two of you and often consult each other about new drink and food recipes. There's no closer comrade than someone you've survived the worst rush with.

"What do you think?" - the she-devil begins mysteriously. - "What if we make a few sets for the upcoming holiday? For example, several dishes and drinks with a shared theme or flavor profile."

You slice vegetables with your usual skill, rolling your eyes.

"Only if they increase our purchasing budget. Otherwise, it'll be a disaster, not a menu update."

Tossing everything into a plate, you catch out of the corner of your eye that familiar sly smile spreading across Mirajane's face, and her hands are already reaching for the expense report log. Now you're smiling too.

"You're a devil, Strauss."

Kinana is also among your favorite coworkers. Sure, sometimes you yell at her, but only because she tries to take your dish away before you've placed the most important decorative element on the plate. Otherwise, you're genuinely grateful that you don't have to run orders yourself, and she admires your craft. Sometimes she places separate takeout orders and quietly asks you to add some poisonous crap to them.

"Have you finally decided to poison someone, or do you have a rendezvous planned?" - you tease, nudging her with your hip.

Kinana laughs, covering her mouth with her hand, and gives a meaningful shrug, but still slips the little poison bottle into your apron pocket.

The ones who usually get smacked are the shameless drunks and guild members who don't respect your cooking. You've already chewed out Cana's entire brain, but she still won't snack on anything with her beloved wine. You've offered her everything — cheeses, tartlets with various fillings, bruschetta with thinly sliced meat and jam. All in vain.

"Hey, come on, provider, won't you give me a discount? We've known each other for so many years," - the fortuneteller's charm doesn't impress you. You just "accidentally" sweep some leftover flour off the counter in her direction.

"Don't even think about it. And you're not getting any more cheese from me!" - and you both know that's just bluffing on your part.

Gajeel has recently fallen out of favor. You could forgive him for a lot. Forks, spoons, a pot, even a couple of knives! But when only the handle remained of your favorite whisk, your patience ran out.

"Get back here, you coward! You're lying if you say you're not caught!" - you chase after your offender, dodging people and tables. In your hands is a heavy weapon - a frying pan - and righteous fury blazes in your chest.

"I'll buy you a new one, you crazy ladle! And besides, it tasted like crap anyway!" - Redfox's mistake was that he stopped to deliver this fiery speech.

BAM! Target hit. Now he owes you a new frying pan too, since this one is all dented.

With Elfman, you have total idyll. The real man may not really understand culinary finesse, but he's always generous with praise for your cooking. He does eat a lot of food, but every extra gram is worth it.

"This meat is for real men! Your hands are made of the manliest gold!" - his loud voice booms between shoveling food into his mouth.

You just shake your head and push the napkin holder toward him, happily watching the youngest Strauss eat with such an appetite.

You have something for everyone in the guild. No matter how much you grumble and complain about how hard your job is, you still love it. And no one from Fairy Tail will ever go hungry.

I hope you enjoyed it!

[smertgorim]

Cobra. Physical touch.

Warnings: English is not my first language, mistakes. Fluff and fluff. A little bit of anxiety, relationship conflicts. Female reader

Hi, I'm here again. I decided to explore the love languages theme a little more because I find it cute and interesting, given the trauma of every member of the Oración Seis. Part two is in progress!

Cobra doesn’t like physical contact. And that’s the only conclusion you can draw, even just by observing him. He wears multiple layers of clothing, often gloves, and keeps a clear distance even in battle - even with those closest to him, even with you.

You quickly realized that your seemingly sacred right to touch your own boyfriend is severely restricted. Sex, the territory of the bed, and not-so-frequent moments of “snake-like” tenderness. To be honest, those moments are your favorite.

When the nightmarish and cold “Cobra” is replaced by a simple, warm “Erik” When you quietly giggle at how his deliberately frequent breathing and whispers tickle your ear, and those damn gloves finally come off his hands, allowing you to feel his warm, calloused palms. Oh, you hate all his gloves, turtlenecks, cloaks with stupid slogans. Not because they don’t suit him, but because with each layer of clothing, the invisible scales seem to grow thicker, finally cutting off any chance to reach him, to understand him.

But it’s his right, and you try your hardest not to think about it every time he doesn’t hold your hand on the street or hug you when you meet. It’s his personal space, and as his partner, you have to respect it! Except your own bones are already cracking from tactile hunger.

“Am I hurting you?” - Cobra’s voice snaps you out of your trance.

You realize you’ve spent the last few minutes hypnotized by those fucking fifteen centimeters of empty bench between you, and you’ve been caught. Damn it.

“About what?” - your voice comes out hoarse for some reason; you clear your throat. - “What are you talking about?”

“Am I hurting you,” - your hope of dodging the topic shatters against the rocks of his resolve. - “by not getting all over you in public?”

The last phrase sounds almost like an accusation, as if you’re dreaming of something extremely indecent, rather than just holding hands or sitting right next to each other. And that’s almost insulting.

“No,” - you lean forward and straighten your back, ready for a confrontation. - “Don’t you dare call it that.”

His single eye narrows, but his body doesn’t move from its spot. It’s a clash of reason and confidence.

“I’m not hurt, just a little upset,” - your voice is steady and still quiet, no shouting. - “And I don’t want you to ‘get all over me in public.’ I want some physical expression of love that isn’t sex, Eric.”

A pause follows. Neither of you looks away, and you see the dragon-slayer’s jaw twitch. You don’t need to read his thoughts to know how much he dislikes this topic, but he started it.

“We don’t just fuck. I hug you and all that,” - Cobra waves his hand vaguely, casually dismissing ordinary signs of affection as if they were something leprous.

“Sure, but only when we sleep together, and it all happens in bed. Outside of it, we look more like good acquaintances,” - a counterattack. This round is definitely yours, since the man is the first to look away.

You might have celebrated this victory if the topic weren’t so painful. The second pause drags on too long, and your “fighting spirit” quickly fades. Your body relaxes, and you carefully reach your hand toward his face.

“Erik,” - your fingers gently touch the scar on his face. - “I love you, and I need to know it’s mutual.”

The pad of your thumb traces a familiar route along the scar - down to his cheek and up to his brow, which you absolutely have to smooth down. The man is silent, only leaning slightly into your tenderness.

“I can’t hear or read thoughts, you know? I need something simple,” - it’s the best you can articulate from the chaos that’s been in your head for months. - “You know I’m a simple girl.”

You smile weakly, hoping to ease this oppressive atmosphere at least a little. Eric is a complicated person - maybe he’s always been that way, or maybe it’s the aftermath of his harsh fate; you don’t presume to judge. But you know for certain that you want to find a compromise. You want to solve this and all the other problems that this stupid snake head and your own will bring you.

You want to be with him. And maybe hug a little more often.

Lost in your loud thoughts, you don’t immediately notice when he takes off his gloves and his rough palm covers yours, squeezing slightly and pressing his lips to it. He hums and inhales noisily through his nose.

“Alright,” - the snake pulls away from your hand but doesn’t let go, intertwining his fingers with yours. - “I hear you, simple girl.”

He smirks, and warm, sardonic notes return to his voice, making you smile and squeeze his hand tighter.

“You always do.”

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Their love language

Oración Seis x reader of any gender

Warnings: English is not my native language, fluff, fluff, and more fluff.

Midnight – Time

His rhythm of life isn’t settled yet; he’s searching for himself and what he wants to devote his life to, but for you, he always has time. It doesn’t matter at all what you do together - whether it’s a quiet evening in bed with heartfelt conversations or urgently carrying out a mission for your guild - he’ll be happy just being by your side.

"Sorry you had to spend your free day on this," - you still feel awkward when your date unexpectedly turns into work.

"Don’t worry, starlight, we still have a whole night ahead of us."

His gentle voice fills you with confidence, and you eagerly take the neatly manicured hand he offers. Maybe you could ask him to paint your nails too?

Racer – Acts of Service

He’s simply one of those people you don’t need to ask twice - sometimes you don’t even need to ask at all.

"Already done" - this phrase already haunts your nightmares, but convincing him to leave you even a few chores is simply impossible.

He’s clearly used to doing everything quickly and immediately, never putting things off until tomorrow—even if they aren’t his tasks, but yours.

Rest assured, he’ll spoil you.

Angel – Gift-Giving

The angelic maiden demands a lot of attention for herself but would never deprive you of it.

"Do you like it?" - Her voice was laced with artificial disinterest. - "I just thought this color would suit your eyes, that’s all."

In your hand was a small pendant with a sparkling stone in the center, which you hurried to put around your neck before giving your beloved a kiss.

"Thank you, Sorano, that’s really sweet," - you had no idea this would be the beginning of the end.

Not all gifts will be obvious. Sometimes she’ll just drag you around shops to pick out matching outfits for different occasions, but she’ll rarely let you pay. She’ll buy you treats or bring you interesting things from missions, handing them over to you "for safekeeping."

But don’t worry - she won’t let you stay in debt. She’ll definitely get her share of your love.

Cobra – Physical Touch

He grew accustomed to it from an early age, when his skin was constantly brushed by smooth snake scales, enveloping him with their steady presence. Losing that sensation hit him, perhaps, too hard. Now it’s a long process - he might circle around you for ages, avoiding excessive physical contact even after you’ve become a couple.

He needs to weigh all the risks: how much it will hurt to lose this feeling of stable closeness again, how ready he is to trust you and your hands. One day, he’ll finally make a decision.

"Is everything okay?" - Your voice sounds uncertain when your touch-averse boyfriend suddenly climbs under your blanket, hurriedly pulling you into an embrace and resting his head on your stomach.

An approving hum doesn’t give you the answers you need, and you just bite your lower lip, not quite sure what’s expected of you in such a situation. Especially since you can still feel how tense his body is, as if he’s just waiting for you to push him away.

But instead, you place a hand on the back of his head. A little uncertainly and too carefully, you begin to stroke his hair, testing. Like this? And judging by the relieved sigh that escapes his lips, yes—exactly like this.

It always starts small, but one day he’ll try to devour you.

Hoteye – Words of Affirmation

Rest assured, he won’t miss a single opportunity to tell you how wonderful and loved you are. A constant stream of compliments and admiration will be as much a part of your relationship as his frequent musings about love.

"Darling, you look absolutely irresistible today!" - and it doesn’t matter at all that you’ve just been helping him repot plants and all your clothes are stained with dusty soil.

"Oh, my love, I’m so grateful to you! You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me!" - and that’s just for making him tea.

"I love you" - something you hear very often and still cherish, because Richard always pours all his feelings into these words: just as loud and slightly annoying, but warming you up every time.

He won’t demand a response from you, but his lovesick smile in return for your attention is worth it.

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I know I shouldn't have expected anything more from 100YQ but I'm STILL bitter over Macbeth's fight with Zero, and how the victory was given to Gajeel.

Mashima had such a strong start by having Natsu's involvement be an illusion with him respecting Macbeth's desire to handle the fight alone since it was personal.

Only for Gajeel to step in.

What the fuck was the point by then? It was fairly heavily foreshadowed that Macbeth would handle the fight and Fairy Tail Team B came in out of literal nowhere. How did they know? Why did they bother? And he didn't even DO anything that Macbeth couldn't, he just struck Zero with one of this pre-existing spells hard enough and it just... worked?

Erik's achievement in killing Brain back in Tartaros was completely undone for the sake of giving it to a main character.

Meredy, Richard, and Sorano also fall into this, but it just feels ESPECIALLY egregious with Macbeth vs Zero since it was significantly personal with all of them since y'know, he was the man they all viewed as a father figure and who was their Guildmaster.

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What the fuck is up with their designs?

Judging by the clothes, they were trying to show that period when they were still enslaved, so WHY DOES MIDNIGHT ALREADY HAVE MAKEUP ON?! What is even going on with the visual storytelling in this manga?!

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And yes, this blog really loves and appreciates Richard, but doesn’t sexualize him. I have draft fanfics with him, but they're purely comfortable/wholesome.

Overall, I see him as a beloved older brother or uncle who visits you once every few years, but always protects you and takes your side in any conflict. The most comforting man in this manga for me.

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My current reaction to what’s happening with Zero in chapter 199 of 100-Year Quest. I’m going to explain my position. Spoiler warning!

Up until reading this chapter, I couldn't stand Brain as a person, but I genuinely respected him as a character. Now, though, he's just lost all his charm and fallen apart.

Let’s be honest—he was awesome even without his incredibly tragic backstory. He’s a villain who chose the vilest, yet most meticulously crafted, system of relationships within his guild. He took poor, suffering children out of slavery and gave them not just a normal life, but dreams, power, and a new moral worldview where they were, in one way or another, above others. He raised them in a gilded cage where their prayers could only be answered by following him and entrusting everything to him.

That’s why the moment he betrays them hits so much harder and hurts more deeply. It’s the destruction of the world for everyone in Oración Seis, the collapse of their hopes and the identities he so carefully nurtured.

And damn, it was so good… But Fairy Tail wouldn’t be Fairy Tail if the villain didn’t have some tear-jerking, traumatic backstory that pushed him onto the "path of evil."

And god, does it look ABSURD after everything we’ve seen. It’s not even irritating—it’s just laughable, let alone evoking any pity or deeper understanding of the character. If anything, he’s become one-dimensional.

I don't believe in his tragedy. I don't believe in this kind of path for him. Maybe it was just a really poor place in the story to reveal his lore. But either way, for me, it’s just laughable, not character development.

This is entirely my opinion, and I’m always open to discussion!

[smertgorim]

Someday I will definitely vent all my angry shit about the latest plot updates in ZZZ, but for now I'm holding back (with great difficulty).

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Cobra. Aphrodisiac.

Warnings: English is not my first language, mistakes. NSFW 18+ (minors DNI). Female reader, use of aphrodisiac, dubious consent, roughness, fingering, a slightly toxic (literally) partner, some dirty talk, profanity.

Cobra loved experimenting with certain types of venom that, in small doses, had no adverse effects on the body... on his partner. This man knew his craft, and you truly had nothing to worry about. Only his love for springing such surprises was a serious strain on the nerves.

"What is that taste?" - your voice was full of suspicion as you pulled away from your boyfriend's lips, which you had just been kissing eagerly, sensing an unfamiliar flavor on his tongue.

You knew his natural taste by heart, and there wasn't a shred of doubt that something was off again. The smirk that spread across his lips only confirmed it.

"Again? And what is it this time?" - you sighed. - "And I asked you to warn me about this kind of thing!"

Indignation mixed with fatigue boiled inside you. You didn't mind participating in his little experiments from time to time, but even your patience had its limits.

"Don't fuss, you'll like this one" - his voice became velvety, almost purring, as he insistently lowered you onto the soft cushions of the couch, looming over you.

You didn't believe him at all. The last crap he slipped into your drink made you sleep like a log for almost a full day! And afterward, not only did you not get an apology, but you also ended up owing him thanks for a "restorative sleep." This man was a shameless disaster, but you loved that about him too.

Especially now, as your lips met again in a leisurely kiss. He did many things quickly, but not when it came to you, especially in bed. So sharp and lightning-fast in battle, Cobra was infuriatingly slow in his caresses. If he were gentle about it, you'd probably be fighting off yawns, but he had his own issues with that.

"Erik!"

Your legs trembled with tension, and your lower back arched, wanting to thrust your pelvis towards the fingers tormenting your clit. Usually, you needed time to get aroused and truly want his hand between your legs, but not today, and you knew perfectly well why.

"What, what was that? God!" - a loud moan tore from your chest as two fingers slid inside you at once.

"Not bad, huh? This shit hardly affects me, but you're really getting off on it" - his tongue left a wet, tingling trail on your skin. driving vou even crazier.

The man's palm slapped against your crotch with palpable force, filling the room with the sound and your gasping moans. He wasn't stretching you; he was literally fucking you with his fingers, eagerly pressing against your inner walls while the base of his palm deliberately ground against your clit.

"Fuuuck" - the curse came in response to your whining as he slightly slowed his pace. - "You have no fucking idea how awesome your body sounds while I'm fucking you. Your pussy is squelching, your pulse is setting records, your eyes are rolling back, sweat is seeping through your pores, your teeth are chattering, your muscles are creaking with tension. You're a fucking heavenly symphony to my ears."

Cobra never missed a chance to remind you that he could hear absolutely everything happening to you, and you were sure that just talking about it was enough to make him almost come in his pants. The moment you dared to laughinwardly, your nipple was captured by sharp fangs, and his fingers pulled out of your trembling hole, leaving a terrible emptiness.

"Cobraaa, I was almost there!" -you whined, trying to find his hand with your weak one.

"Wrong," - instead of returning to your aching pussy, his wet hand, slick with your juices, grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look right at him. - "What's my name?"

And that tone of his was a separate passion of yours. No matter how many times you'd deny it, it made your lower belly tighten and your toes curl.

"Erik," - you knew this game perfectly well, and you were ready to be a good girl for him. - "Erik."

"Right," - his free hand touched your thigh again, scraping the delicate skin with dry calluses. - "And what are you supposed to say to me after such bullshit in your head?"

"Sorry, Erik, please forgive me. I'm so sorry, I was wrong."

He leaned a little closer to you, washing your lips with his caustic, venomous breath that made even your cheeks tingle slightly. At the same moment, you felt a rough finger begin to rub your clit almost dry, making you shudder.

"Fuck, Erik, please, I want to come, please."

Shameless Erik already knew that, he knew everything going on in your thoughts, but he adored when you said such things out loud, and that was another one of your weapons against him. Though silence hung in the room for a couple of long seconds, even making you a little nervous.

Was he really displeased with you? Did you do something wrong? Your gaze darted frantically across his stern expression during all that silence until the corner of his lips twitched in a familiar smirk.

"Good slut."

Following the praise came your shriek, as his fingers found their way inside again and were now even more merciless to your pussy. You were already on the edge, so it didn't take more than a couple of minutes before your back arched sharply and your legs shook in sweet agony as you came on your boyfriend's hand.

Despite the intense orgasm, you couldn't help but notice the man groaning, burying his face in your neck, shuddering heavily a couple of times until his hand stopped moving, squeezing everything out of you.

"You," - your voice was hoarse from moans and still uneven breathing. - "You asshole, did you just come in your pants?"

The only response was quiet, tired laughter.

Thanks for reading!

[smertgorim]

I genuinely suffer from a lack of Fairy Tail x Reader content, especially with members of Oración Seis, so I've already started writing a few fanfics with them.

[fearser]

Thank you Hiro Mashima for this wonderful gift. My babies are BACK!!!!!

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I still don't know how to render, but I need to talk about it. ZZZ is, for me, the best game from these developers at the moment.

Even before the release, I bought into Kolyada, (yes, red hair, one eye, a grin. I have a type) but in the end we are at the “choke me android” station.

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I think we NEED to discuss the fact that Cobra wears the MAXIMUM SILLY CLOTHES AND FEEL HIMSELF GREAT. CHAPTER 154 IS LITERALLY THE APOGEE OF HIS GENIUS. he has a cloak with the inscription “Poison” and a design of a snake, he has a shirt with some kind of tiger print and the SAME PANTIES. I love him.

[cobrakiin]

lmao Cobra walked in the room and immediately got hit with the "he better not steal MY boyfriend 😡😡😡😡😡😡" thoughts

my boi stepped in the room and just got CLOCKED in canon

[smertgorim]

bisexual icon, srry no srry.

[smertgorim]

no comms...(yay, for 11 years of hyperfixation!! i'm gringe but i'm free)