recently my brain has started making you a cat person? I'm unsure why my mental image of you has shifted to catgirl
That depends on whether you mean cat person like prefers cats over dogs/would own one or more cats if they were allowed or if you mean would my fursona be a cat :P
I love cats dearly, a Huge chunk of the incentive to find a way to move out is I want a cat and I can't have one while I live with my mother cus she's Very allergic ;A; someday, someday
As for fursona- well. About that. I do not consider myself a furry. Monsterfucker, yes, in concept at least. Some flavor of aegosexual monsterfucker, monsterfucker in spirit, what the fuck ever. A robotfucker even. I am not a furry- but I believe in their beliefs, Yada yada etc etc.
That being said.
I'm a sheep. Or a shoop, if you will. Thank my little sisters. It stuck skfhakgjksjgjskgjskjfjskd
“Awwww, has it been a while, Peaches?” He teases, tugging Wukong’s hair lightly. A soft whine barely makes it out of the golden monkey’s mouth, but Macaque hears it clear as day with a twitch of his ears.
The god shifts under his legs nervously, clearing his throat with a slowly deepening blush. “What? No. Why would you say that? I literally kissed you last week.” Wukong attempts to scoff, but his voice cracks at the end, and his tail curls over the demon’s knee.
Macaque smirks as he leans in, the other stilling as he carefully presses a line of kisses across Wukong’s left cheek to the corner of his mouth before pulling away. Wukong doesn’t stifle his whine this time, and it practically echoes in the small house.
When he sees how blown out Wukong’s pupils are, and how pink his eyes have gotten, Macaque tilts his head with a knowing grin. “Oh? Did you want something?”
“No,” Wukong breathes stubbornly. His gaze flicks to Macaque’s mouth and back up again before he swallows. “Noope. Nu-uh. Wanting for nothing here.”
“Really now? Because it kind of seemed like you wanted something to me.”
Wukong’s claws prick through his shirt as the god tightens his grip slightly on Macaque’s shoulders.
“You’re such a tease.” He tries to put some control in his voice, but Macaque can hear the tremor under the false bravado.
“Oh, you want me to tease you?” The demon says with a smug lilt to his voice, and if possible, Wukong’s blush gets darker, his ears practically glowing.
“Or,” Macaque leans back in, carefully dodging the way Wukong’s face turns slightly, as if to intercept a kiss, and whispers in the god’s ear, “Do you want me to take care of you?”
He draws his claws lightly up Wukong’s sides as he says this, and he grins at the sharp intake of breath.
“I-I can t-take care of myself,” the god swallows heavily, his throat bobbing.
“You haven’t pushed me off yet.” Macaque tugs lightly at the other’s earlobe with his teeth before nuzzling into Wukong’s neck.
“I could,” Wukong says stubbornly as he doesn’t move.
“I know you could. But my favourite part,” Macaque nips at Wukong’s collar bone, “Is that you haven’t. You’re letting me do this. You like it.”
“You like being taken care of.”
Wukong whines again, the noise high and needy, as he buries his face in the other’s neck.
“Use your words, Peaches.” Macaque kisses the side of his head as Wukong mutters something into his fur.
“Hmmm? What was that? I couldn’t quite catch it.”
“Jackass.”
“Mmmm… it sounded like ‘kiss me’ and ‘more’, but I think I need to hear it again to be sure.”
“Pluum.”
“Peeaches.”
Wukong sighs dramatically and he drags his face out of Macaque’s neck.
“Could you please kiss me? Properly this time?” He begs, and Macaque obliges with a smug smile.
This chapter came out a little longer than usual. lemony teasing
Natsu’s secretary called her boss from the front office. “Mr. Dragneel, Mr. Avatar is here.”
“Thank you, Ms. Kinana. Send him in.”
Because no one in the organization was a computer whiz, he contracted with an independent IT person who was recommended by Yura. The guy, Jerome Avatar wasn’t skittish, didn’t care who he worked for as long as it paid well, and generally had a pleasant demeanor. As the accountant, Yura was in contact with Jerome the most, but for any major issues or changes, those had to be cleared with Natsu first. It was mostly quick, in and out of the office dealings.
Jerome shook Natsu’s hand over the desk before taking a seat.
“So,” Natsu questioned, “what brings you here today? Is there something I need to approve?”
“No, nothing new. I asked for this meeting because I came across some intelligence you might be interested in.”
“Oh?”
“I learned that your rival Heartfilia had been in contact with a new cyber security client, Mikage Kaishā who’s into a lot of shady dealings with government contacts.”
Natsu shrugged his shoulders. “Sounds like just a typical client for her, probably has her launder money for them. I don’t really pay attention to her clients because we deal with different things. But I do appreciate you telling me.”
“Should I keep an eye on them?”
“That’s fine if you believe it’s worth it. And if you learn about anything that could hurt us let me know immediately. By the way, how did you find out this information?”
“A friend in the field told me about it, then I hacked into Heartfilia’s computers to authenticate the information.”
Natsu sat forward in his chair. “You hacked into her computer? I’m surprised her employee didn’t catch that, cause I know she’s good at this stuff too.”
The man grinned. “Well, not as good as me.” He pointed to Natsu’s laptop. “If you’d like, I can set it up so you can access her system from your computer too.”
“Oh, I don’t want to tamper with her company—”
Jerome waved a hand nonchalantly to stop him. “I wouldn’t advise it either, if you touch things, that’s what’ll get attention, but you can watch what’s going on. Keep an eye on her calendar, meeting dates, whatever you want.”
Natsu sat back, rubbing his chin. The offer was a very tempting one indeed. A chance to stalk his ex through cyberspace… someone must have mentioned to this Jerome guy their history. It wasn’t exactly hidden, but not something talked about either amongst lower ranking employees. This wasn’t the first time Jerome had brought them intelligence info, so maybe he was looking to increase his usefulness, climb the ladder so to speak? Being connected to a powerful Yakuza house was certainly handy, and what better way than to tap into such a personal subject.
“That could be interesting,” Natsu finally responded. “Alright, what do you have to do to set it up? And make sure it’s nothing I could screw up accidentally cause I really don’t want her to find out.”
Jerome looked at his watch as if calculating his options. “I could do it now. Might take me about an hour if you can go without the laptop for that amount of time.”
“You have to take it back to your office or something?”
“No,” the man shook his head. “I can do it right here, so I can explain along the way.”
“Perfect.” Natsu then called his secretary and requested she double his lunch order due to an extended meeting.
While the computer tech fiddled, Natsu just sat back with his meal, watching him work. Math wasn’t his strong suit— nor academics for that matter. Growing up, his father had always told him he would be next in line as boss, so he only learned what he needed to for that world. One needed strength, cunning, street smarts, not book smarts. Though he had to admit the things these hackers could do was scary when you thought about it. Lucy was lucky in that her best friend was just a wiz at language— including computer languages. It all looked like gibberish, but the woman interpreted it almost like a savant. According to Jerome, from what he’d seen so far, Levy was not yet at his skill level, but that could easily change with time and experience like he’d been through.
“Natsu you—” Gray paused his knock on the doorframe. “Sorry, I thought the meeting would be done by now.”
“It’s fine, Jerome is hacking Lucy’s system for me right now.” Natsu responded with a grin. “Now I’ll see what she’s up to in real time.”
Gray groaned and ran a hand down his face in disgust. “I’m not even gonna respond to that. But I will tell you I told you so when it blows up in your face later.”
“Tch. She won’t know, right Jerome?”
“She shouldn’t unless you touch something.” The man answered while continuing to type.
“See. It’ll be fine.”
“You’re an idiot. Anyway,” Gray waved a hand nonchalantly as he left, “call me when your free to go over the new orders.”
“It will be fine, right?” Natsu asked Jerome a second time with a bit of anxiety in his tone.
Jerome stopped typing. “As long as you just observe they shouldn’t see you, just don’t get excited and touch something.”
“I don’t plan to; not like I’ll know how to do that anyways.”
“I’m almost finished, but do you want me to turn on her web camera so you can see through it?”
“But she won’t see me?”
“No, for you it’ll just be like watching a one-way video feed with image and audio.”
After a momentary pause, Natsu’s eyes narrowed with a mischievous grin. “Do it.”
Being able to see Lucy every day and feed his addiction was just too tempting, ‘I’m turning into a junky.’ But Gray’s words entered his mind. What if the man was right, could this bite him in the ass later? Probably… Though how bad could it really be? He really had no plans to interfere with Lucy’s business, just her personal life— and yes, he knew it sounded horrible. What right did he have to stalk his ex? None. ‘I just worry about her, is that so wrong?’ Lucy’s tough, but she’s just a woman and their world didn’t always treat women fairly. His desire to protect her bordered neuroticism, but could anyone blame him considering the underworld they worked in. ‘I’m just doing it to protect her,’ Natsu justified it to himself. Guys like Gray who haven’t fallen in love yet, ‘they just don’t understand.’ If anything were to happen to Lucy, he didn’t know what he would do. Probably move Heaven and earth and kill any in his way for what they’d done.
It took just over an hour before Jerome finished installing the spyware and making sure the systems were still secured. Just a one-way mirror that Levy shouldn’t catch unless really digging for it. Another 20 minutes were spent explaining to Natsu how to do the accessing part, including pulling up the webcam whenever he wanted to. “Or just leave it running,” Jerome noted. “It’ll just show up in this window,” he pointed towards the screen, “and as long as you don’t log out completely from your computer it’ll stay open.”
“Who turns off their computers?”
“Actually, it’s a good idea to turn them off now and then so any software updates can be completed, but since I manage your systems, there’s not really a need to.”
“Great.” The two men stood up and shook hands. “Thanks, Jerome.”
“It was my pleasure.”
When Natsu arrived each day at headquarters, the first thing and last thing he did was check to see if there was anything new or interesting going on Lucy’s side. It was like being hooked on one of their products, because the high it gave sucked him right in. But so far, he also stayed away from the video feed. Looking through her calendar or emails were cold and impersonal, but maybe the video was too close, too real, too much of a moral dilemma in crossing that line of a peeping Tom. That didn’t mean his addiction may one day require more feeding…
October had rolled around, and the air outside grew crisp and cold. It was a beautiful time of the year with the color changing leaves, reminding that winter was soon upon them. How quickly the time sure flew. The Dragneel Yakuza clan had already started preparing for their end of year Bonenkai to happen in mid-December. This plus the Shinnenkai in January were the two biggest parties the clan threw for all their members. The first is to forget the stresses of the past year, while the other was to welcome a successful new year. Natsu spared no expense on the food and drinks to take care of the loyalty and hard work their members contributed. From the emails, he knew that Lucy’s group had also started preparing for theirs. ‘Maybe I’ll crash her party,’ he mused to himself. ‘Oh, what’s this?’ His eyes fell on a new email of an appointment reminder for the next day. It was for Lucy’s monthly massage at an upscale spa. Natsu checked his own calendar and noticed he had nothing booked, no meetings, no shipments arriving— a perfect opportunity.
The next day, Natsu went to the spa early and spoke directly to the owner, paying them a nice chunk of change to allow him access and to play along. Lucy was scheduled for 2pm and arrived right on time. So, as he waited behind the scenes, the receptionist acted like normal and directed her inside. She had a regular masseuse, something Natsu knew he couldn’t fake upfront, so that person stood inside the room to greet her.
“Welcome, Ms. Heartfilia. I’ll step out while you get ready. Please lie on your stomach like normal.”
“Thank you, Kenji,” Lucy smiled. She’d been coming here for a couple years and was aware of the routine. The male masseuse had strong, but gentle hands and knew her body well by now.
Natsu had to admit he wasn’t happy to find out Lucy’s regular masseuse was a guy but held back from lashing out. He didn’t want to do anything to mess up this adventure— and oh, he planned to have his own revenge. It wouldn’t be as sexual as the soapland incident but knowing many of her trigger points meant he could do a bit of damage well enough. Now, Natsu had noted that Kenji’s voice was a bit deeper than his own, which would be difficult to fake, but the man explained he didn’t do much talking while working and played relaxing music during the session. Perfect. Natsu could just hit play and not talk at all.
“Ready, Ms. Heartfilia?” Kenji called out through the closed door.
The muffled yes was heard, and the man stepped away, leaving Natsu to his business. He entered the room and immediately turned on the pre-set music, a light instrumental with Asian undertones. It was quite pleasing to listen to. And there Lucy was under a silk sheet to cover her naked body, with her arms up and crossed, head perched on the relaxed hands, and hair up in a loose bun, revealing her beautiful neck. Natsu almost shuddered at the sight and knowledge he would get to touch her skin… it was the one thing she didn’t allow him to do at Soapland— touch. His grin grew as he rubbed his hands together to warm them before making the first move.
He moved the sheet to uncover Lucy’s lower half, up to the thighs, then applied a film of scented massage oils to his hands with a few drops over the taut muscles along her long legs, chasing the dripping liquid along her skin to smooth them over. His hands glide through several passes to the swell of her ass, then back down again all the way to the ankles, fingers applying pressure against the tendons and ligaments to gently work out any tension it encountered. Lucy sighed wispily as his hands massaged each foot, squeezing, smoothing, paying attention to each digit and every curve. His thumbs applied pressure at the arches, kneading the tight knots there from wearing heels all day long. He stayed focused on the area, her toes curling and flexing as the mewls leaching from her show their pleasure, until Natsu felt the knots give and relax away.
“Mmm, you’re getting good at that Kenji,” Lucy purred with a little huskiness in her tone.
Natsu grinned to himself as he lowered the sheet back down, so she stayed warm and moved onto her supple ass. Using both hands, he took his time to knead each cheek through the silken fabric, using his fingers to follow the gluteus muscles, starting near the leg, and following the swell of her curve upwards, slowly riding the fibers looking for any knots or tense areas. One cheek, then the other paying loving attention to and listening to the sounds Lucy made to clue him in on where to go. Every sigh a notch in his belt, each mewling purr a win. Natsu grew bolder, fanning out his thumb each time it got closer to her thighs to touch…
“Oh, Kenji,” Lucy whined, “you’re being a naughty boy today— keep it up.”
‘What?!’ Natsu’s hands paused and tensed for a split second before catching himself. Does Kenji mess with her too?! He shook his head and finished up in the area quickly trying not to let such thoughts stop him. ‘Just focus…’ Natsu grumbled in his head.
After applying more oil to his hands, he moved the sheet down to reveal Lucy’s back and for a second time, Natsu paused on what it contained. Her tattoo… It symbolized… he took a deep breath and dropped more oil on to the skin, willing away the memories breaching his mind. He didn’t want to think about it, not now. It was too painful.
“You okay, Kenji?” Lucy questioned as if noticing the slight pause or tremble in the man’s hands.
Natsu mumbled a soft Mmhmm and dived into the massage so Lucy wouldn’t grow more concerned, missing the uptick in the corners of her lips. He slowly smoothed along the skin using the base of his palms for pressure, each hand following the muscles, moving out from the waist, up the center of her back, and flaring out towards the sides just below the shoulder blades, repeating the same movement, each time increasing the speed while lessening the pressure. Next, he targeted the upper back and shoulder blades, an area he knew Lucy held a lot of tension from carrying the weight of her voluptuous bosoms. With precise ministrations, Natsu applied careful pressure with his thumbs and follows the curve of the blades up and around to the top of the shoulder. He then searched with the pads of his fingers for any knots along her trap muscles, moving up along the spine and fanning out to the top of her shoulders.
“Oh, yeah, right there,” Lucy mewled when he reached a specific spot.
The area around her spine, between the shoulder blades held the most tension and knots from constantly holding the upright, flexed posture that wearing heels will create. Her wispy sighs signaled the release of her tense muscles, bringing another wave of pride swelling in him. Natsu continued onto her neck, his strong hands kneaded the supple flesh, fingers palpating and soothing all the knots. Her neck too, held a few tense areas, especially around the base of the head, so he did his best to melt them away. He worked through Lucy’s mewls and moaning sighs, almost sexual in nature, aroused and a little heated in the face knowing his handiwork brought forth such sounds. Ugh, how he wanted to hear more of it! Lucy putty in his hands and spread between his thighs, calling out his name…
“You’ve gotten better at this… Natsu,” the cocky teasing tone, snapped him out of his dream.
“Natsu?” He tried failingly to disguise his voice. “I’m Kenji, Ms. Heartfilia.”
“Uh-huh. You think I can’t tell the difference Natsu?” Lucy quipped back with a chuckle. “Kenji’s routine is very different. Plus, I knew the moment I smelled your cologne.”
Busted.
“Tch. Well, if you knew it was me all along, why’d you let me do this?”
“Making you work is my payback.” She settled back down, relaxed on her arms. “Now, chop, chop, finish the job.”
This little minx! He was the one supposed to be torturing her this time, not the other way around! “Fine, kitten.” Natsu gritted out a smile and took hold of her neck again to placate and lull Lucy back into thinking he would go along. He massaged the sides with the tips of his fingers Both hands wrapped around, and his thumbs pushing up through her hair against the muscles on the back of her head.
“If only you’d taken care of me like this before,” Lucy mumbled.
Natsu paused and leaned over her ear. “Why not let me take care of you now?”
“You know the answer to that.”
“No, I don’t know the answer, that’s part of the problem!”
Lucy sighed. “Natsu, I don’t want to fight right now. I’m here to relax, not fight. If you’re done, then leave and send Kenji back in.”
“Oh, yeah. Why? Because he’s another one of your boy toys? He gonna be naughty again with you once I leave?!”
“Pfft, I said that knowing it was you, idiot.”
“I think you live to torture me, Angel. But you’re right. I don’t wanna fight right now either, so—” Natsu leaned down quick and latched his mouth onto the area between her shoulder blades, sucking hard.
Lucy squealed and reached back frantically trying to claw at his face, but he grabbed her hands, knowing if she struggled any harder, she risked completely exposing herself. He held her for a few seconds, and once satisfied he’d achieved his goal, let go.
“Natsu! Did you put a hickey on me?!”
“This Angel,” he trailed his fingers over Lucy’s tattoo as he spoke, “belongs to me. Will always be mine,” he whispered close to her ear. “You know it, I know it, and your boy toys will know it too.”
“I hate you.”
“Nah,” Natsu stood up and covered her back up with the sheet. “You hate that you don’t hate me. It’s okay. I still love you too. See ya around kitten.”
Natsu heard the woman’s sigh as the door closed behind him and smiled to himself. He knew she didn’t actually hate him, their relationship was just complicated at the moment, never love the actual problem between them… Though, it had been a dick move to give her a hickey, but that’s what Lucy gets for leading him on like that. She could’ve just stopped the massage immediately if she knew it was him all along, so to let him go through the entire process, it was tit for tat— and hey, at least it’s only temporary.
"Poison? How does that even affect a vampire?" Y/n asked. "Alucard is incredibly strong, and able… but the poison used against him must have been something formulated specifically to kill or at least render a vampire incapacitated." Integra explained. "I've extracted some and am having our researchers look into it as we speak…"
Y/n looked defeated. They couldn't believe Alucard put himself at risk for them.
"I saw him protect Y/n…" Seras stated.
Integras eyes widened before they softened at the witch.
"I don't understand why he did… I'm just a human, and he doesn't know me. At all." They stated. "I'm grateful for his protection, but why? Why did he put himself at risk for my sake?" They asked.
"Master is very mysterious… he does things for reasons he won't or cannot show.. But from what I saw, he looked at you like he couldn't let you die.. those red eyes of his, I've known them for years, I know when he's grown fond of someone… he must have grown rather attached to you, Y/n. That's not a bad thing either." Seras explained with a reassuring smile while cupping their face gently.
Y/n blinked surprised and smiled at Seras as well before placing their hands on hers. "I see… thank you Seras." They smiled at her causing her to blush slightly.
"N-no problem.." she stammered.
Integra smiled and shook her head, reminiscing on the days when she was younger. Although 52 years old now, she was as sharp and ever. Looking out the large window, she noticed that the sun was about to rise.
"Seras, Y/n, try to get some rest. I'll see you all in the next night."
"Yes sir!" They said in unison.
Hours past, and Alucard was still resting soundly in his coffin.
Meanwhile, Y/n couldn't help but lay in their bed, blaming themself for Alucard's current state. Once they closed their eyes, and finally let the sweet embrace of sleep overtake them, Y/n began to dream.
"Where am I?" They asked looking at their surroundings only to find they were permanently looking at the wall… wait, where did this wall come from? Finally able to rip their eyes away from the wall, they noticed that they were in a dimly lit corridor of what appeared to be a forgotten kingdom.
"Why… why does this place feel so familiar?" They asked while wandering through the immense hallway until they saw a door that was open ajar. Quietly, they peeked through the doorway to see a couple in a mad embrace by the light of a fireplace.
"Ah! Ah! Oooh! Vlad, my lord~ mmm harder!" A voice cried in ecstacy, causing Y/n to blush a deep crimson.
The sound of grunts and groans followed the cries of what they assumed belonged to a woman. Y/n, could see a tall muscular man with cascading raven locks, balls deep inside of a curvy brunette with curly hair. The two gazed deeply into each other's eyes as they made passionate love to each other, the man called Vlad giving the young woman another good couple of thrusts into her needy core before the pair climaxed, embracing once more before he collapsed beside her.
"Dragostea mea…" he purred to his lover while stroking her angelic face, and kissing her softly.
"Te iubesc… draga meu.." she whispered back before kissing him passionately.
Y/n blushed and smiled warmly at the tender sight before them.
"Who are they?" They thought to themself. Somehow, this scene brought upon a wicked wrenching pain in their chest, as tears fell from their eyes for no reason. Soon enough, their feet began to work on their own, and the fled to scene.
"What? What's going on? Why am I crying? Why am I running?" They thought to themselves. It was like they were in the body of someone they didn't know, and they were in the backseat of their own conscience.
They ran and ran through the halls until their legs gave out, falling to their knees in the wet grass. Drinking in their surroundings, they found that they collapsed in the middle of a stunning garden, filled with white and red roses.
Y/n had never seen such beauty before in their entire life. Marveling at the blossoms, they did not notice the presence of a certain man walking behind them.
"My love…" he spoke in baritones that sent Shivers up their spine. "You saw that,... Did you not?" He asked.
Y/n looked up to see a tall, dark, muscular man from the bedroom. They nodded, mysterious tears still falling down their face as the man engulfed them in his strong arms, and kissing them passionately.
"It was not my intention to hurt you, but I see that I have done just that… you may never forgive me, and you never have to… but know this, my precious, greatest love…" he started before looking deeply into their eyes.
*"tu ești inima mea, lumina mea, dragostea mea pentru viața mea și nimic nu poate schimba asta, dragul meu. nu viața, nu moartea, nu zeul sau diavolul.." he husked into their ear before trailing the softest kisses on their neck. Y/n felt her physical form melt under his touch, his calloused large hands slowly caressed their every curve and edge, sending sweet trembles throughout their being, and his genuine words of love and passion sparked them in ways they had never once felt before. Why did this feel so real to them?
Upon looking at this man once more, she recognized his handsome features despite having grown facial hair, and a more muscular build.
"No it can't be…." They thought to themselves before their heart dropped into their stomach.
"Alucard?"
Shooting up in their bed in a cold sweat, Y/n felt their face grow warm and their heart race.
"Dammit… what was that?" They asked the walls of the empty room they had stayed in. Running a hand through their soft locks, Y/n tried their best to process the dream they just had before returning to sleep once more.
:Translation Section:
Romanian Key feel free to correct me if I'm wrong. Please be kind about it, I am not fluent. I apologise if this is wrong.
Dragostea Mea: my love
Te iubesc: I love you
Draga mue: masculine version of my darling
* you are my heart, my light, my love for my life and nothing can change that, my dear. not life, not death, not the god or the devil .. "
