#Sting x reader

[nyankochan]

Mating Season: Dragon Slayers x fem!reader

Synopsis: You personally hate when mating season comes around, because you are hopelessly lost to your desires. At least you have your mate to generously take care of you. Pairings: [SEPARATE] Natsu x Reader, Laxus x Reader, Sting x Reader, Rogue x Reader, Gajeel x Reader

Content: MDNI, fem! reader, reader is also a dragon slayer, rough sex, unprotected, bodyworship, breeding, Dacryphilia (Natsu), overstimulation, Slight asphyxiation (Laxus) mates (heat and rut cause it makes sense in my head), oral (male and female receiving), dirty talk (Sting & Gajeel), pet names (Sting calls you Angel and Gajeel calles you doll), slight degradation (Gajeel), shower sex (Rogue), cowgirl (Sting), I hope I didn’t forget anything else but sorry if I did.

Word count: 5.4K (I'm tired of my foolishness)

A/N: hoping I resurrect the Fairy Tail fandom with the upcoming release of Fairy Tail 100 year quest. I was going to add Cobra and Acnologia but this shit just got too long

Like clockwork, when early spring rolls around, around mid March to early April, you begin to notice changes. They're subtle changes, unnoticeable to even your closest friends around you at first. You're more antsy when away from your partner for long periods of time, and you've started nesting in your shared home. Just about every article of clothing that has yours and his scent has been gathered and formed into a little fort that brings you a sense of comfort when he's away for work. Still, it does nothing to quell the desire aching in between your legs, and as the days wear on, you grow increasingly frustrated and thus irritable. While you don't mean to, you end up snapping at your guildmates more frequently during this time, only mellowing down when your partner is around and you're comforted by the smell of their pheromones.

It's soon becomes virtually impossible for you to go on quests for an extended duration, and your partner subtly becomes clingier. He's on edge, without even realizing it, always guarding you from other males who foolishly stray too close and making you wear articles of clothing that smell like him. They begin picking fights with others more often, sometimes over the littlest things. They also always return with a gift of some sorts after completing a quest: jewelry, your favorite candy, useless trinkets that just caught their eye and thought you'd like. Your satisfaction appeases their ego and instinct to court you.

The changes in behavior is subtly picked up on by the rest of the guild and virtually no one questions it when the both of you go missing for a few weeks.

Natsu - 「Heated Passion」

Natsu is easily the densest and most combative during mating season. Although you've been mated for about three years now, he never seems to pick up right away what season it is, and you’re too embarrassed to vocalize your desire for him to fuck you senseless. Therefore, the rest of the guild is unfortunately victim to his pent up anger and overprotectivess. Gray talks to you? A fight. Loke offers you something he collected on one of his missions? A fight AND he’s trying to one up him with something even better.

Nastu is particularly hostile with Laxus and Gajeel, as they are the only other male dragon slayers. Laxus couldn’t be bothered. Gajeel on the other hand, definitely taunts him, but not to the point where he’d go so far as to do anything to you. He just likes pissing Natsu off. He would never disrespect someone else’s mate.

Of course though, Igneel had taught him what mating season is. Natsu’s not that dense. Rather, it just takes a minute for him to realize what time of year it is, and when he does, you’re his for the month.

The air is hot from the scent of Natsu’s pheromones mixing with yours. Your mind is hazy and clouded with lust, so you’re not even sure what day it is anymore. Your body is achy and littered with bite marks, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, only wanting more.

“N-Natsu~” your pleas are a weak whimper.

Natsu currently has one of your legs thrown over his shoulder while his mouth’s attached to your weeping cunt. He eats you out like a starved man, greedily slurping down all you have to offer. As his tongue moves in and out of your folds at a rough pace, he holds your thighs tightly, burying his face deeper in between them. It doesn’t matter how many times he tastes you, he will never be satisfied. He gets painfully hard just from eating you out, his cock stiff and leaking pre-cum against his abdomen, and he could cum alone from the way your fingers weave in and tug on his hair.

This unfortunately means you’re left overstimulated from orgasm after orgasm. The bad part is, due to the intense haze caused by the excessive pheromones, Natsu truly doesn’t realize until you’re crying, practically begging for him to stop.

“N-no more.” You writhe against the sheets, turning your body to pull away from the greedy dragon slayer. “C-can’t cum anymore.”

A low growl resonates in the back of Natsu’s throat. He grabs and pulls you by your ankle, an easy feat from the way your legs feel like jello. You’re then pinned under his heavy body, sweat and heat radiating off the close proximity of his chest.

“Mine,” Natsu grumbles. He kisses away the tears trickling your cheeks before nuzzling against your neck. You let out a small whimper feeling the swollen head of his cock press against your hole. As you tense, Natsu intertwines his fingers with yours, a soft, subtle reassurance. “Mine…mine…please don’t leave, y/n”

“I’m yours, Natsu.”

Natsu’s canines graze the side of your neck before biting down harshly to draw blood. His hips snap against yours at quick pace while you keen helplessly against him. You feel so deliciously full, his cock reaching the deepest parts of your inner walls leaving you a moaning mess. Still, you want him closer, deeper. You wrap your legs around Natsu’s waist, your own hips bucking up to meet his. The newfound angle has you both shuddering from pleasure.

“Mine,” Natsu grunts. “Mine. My mate.”

See, when Natsu gets close to cumming, he begins to whine. His thrusts become more frantic and erratic as he desperately chases his release. Not even for his own pleasure, but his dragon instincts are telling him to breed. To fill you up and dripping with his seed.

He captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, biting your bottom lip teasingly. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix and you’re coming undone. Your body shivers and your legs are twitching. Your orgasm releases another wave of pheromones which ultimately pushes Natsu over the edge.

With a low whine, his hips press against yours as his own release hits. He stills completely, ensuring he emptied inside you completely before collapsing on top of you.

After a moment of post-sex clarity and some of the intense pheromones disappear, you groan, “Natsu, you’re heavy.”

But he’s already passed out, and you’re stuck in his hold until he rouses you up for another round.

Laxus- 「Electric Desire」

Laxus tries hard to not show his annoyance when mating season rolls around. After all, you two have been mated for the longest out of any couple, so at this point, he should be used to it by now, right? Wrong. Laxus, despite not showing it, gets jealous easily. He won’t say anything directly, but it’s hard not to notice his intense aura that becomes somewhat suffocating to those around him when a member of the Thunder Legion, or worse, another male dragon slayer gets too close to you.

Laxus is less subtle about whisking you away. In fact, he has no problem with throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you out of the guild to your shared apartment.

“Oi, Laxus!” You squirm in his hold. “Put me down already. I’m capable of walking on my own.” Laxus merely ignores you and the strange stares you both get as he walks through Magnolia. After all, it’s taking everything in him to hold his composure as your scent makes him harder and harder. “Laaxusss~” you whine only to be met with a harsh slap against your ass.

By the time you guys make it home, Laxus has more than enough pent up frustration to release and you’re more than happy to receive. The moment the front door closes, Laxus wastes no time pressing you against it, his large hand around your throat as his lips roughly capture yours. You moan into the kiss, beginning to feel lightheaded. Although you do your best to push Laxus back to breathe, his massive frame overpowers yours. He pins your hands above your head, nudging your legs apart with his knee to get even closer. The overwhelming scent of his pheromones sends blood rushing to your head, a euphoric feeling of the pain, and it felt like you could pass out any moment.

You shamelessly rolled your hips against Laxus’s, groaning at the feeling of his erection straining against his pants. At this, Laxus lets out a throaty growl. Once again, he has you over his shoulder. The relief of air is brief as you’re soon thrown on to the living room couch. You don’t even make it down the hall to your shared bedroom.

Laxus was instantly over you. His hands ran under your shirt, tearing upward at the hem. And you didn't resist when he made short work of your pants. There was already a growing wet stain of your arousal on your lacy panties.

"I'm so wet for you, Laxy," You moaned, grinding your hips against your boyfriend trying to receive some sort of relief from friction. Laxus pinned you down, making you whine more, as he tears your underwear off.

“You like testing my patience, don’t you?” Laxus grunts, through his cheeks are beginning to flush red as the hazy desire begins to chip away at his restraint. He swiftly removes his shirt in one movement and starts to unbuckle his belt, freeing his aching cock from the confines of his boxers.

The thing about Laxus was, he was big. He knew it. You knew it. He was a descent size even before getting erect. But you supposed with the increased testosterone during mating season, he somehow grew even bigger. The swollen, leaky tip is an angry red, and it throbs in Laxus’s hand as he aligns himself at your entrance.

“While I’m still somewhat sane,” Laxus huffed, nudging the tip slowly inside the warmth of your cunt. His body was flushed, muscles tense. “I apologize in advance. I don’t think I can hold back.”

Your raised your hips in anticipation. “Then don’t.”

Laxus glided the last couple of inches, burying his shaft to its hilt inside you. He groaned at the feeling, gripping your hips so tight they'd bruise. He was stretching you so wide that you felt like you would rip apart, your stomach bulging slightly from his size.

With a languid roll of his hips, he experimentally pulled his length out from the clamp of your hole. And with a sharp snap of agility only a dragon slayer could demonstrate, he drove himself back into your, the sheer force of his scorching length shot the first wave of pleasure through the both of you. Laxus's body shuddered slightly anticipation. You dug your nails in Laxus's shoulders trying to keep him close. That first penetration gave way to a succession of increasingly rougher thrusts that threatened to shatter your pelvis with all the force Laxus was propelling into you. Each sharp, shooting pang of pain only amplified your enjoyment and arousal.

Laxus growled, fucking out of pure aggression. You could feel it with every frenzied pump of his hips. Lewd moans and the slapping of flesh resounded through the room. You began feeling light headed all over; your hips ached and your insides burned from Laxus's sharp violent thrusts.

Laxus groans, a telltale sign of him getting close. He hovered over You, leaning down to kiss you. His hands trailed up Your bare chest to your nipples that became erect from pleasure. Lips trailing up the side of your neck, Laxus left several bite marks. He reached the area where he had previously left his dragon slayer mark on You and sucked and bit at it aggressively.

"Ah a-ah t-that feels funny." You squirmed.

“you're mine and mine only," Laxus grunted before he bit down harshly. The mark didn't burn as bad as the first time Laxus had bit you, but it didn't mean that it still didn't hurt. “Mine…”

Laxus fumbled slightly, his aggressive and frantic rutting becoming slower and slightly sloppy, instead. You felt your own orgasm building up, to the point of almost bursting. Your body felt hot and sticky, yet you needed something to tilt you over the edge.

"L-Laxy... I need to cum," you whine. "It hurts. Please!"

"Heh..." Laxus laughed with a pant. "Always such a needy little thing."

Laxus's large hand grazed your clit. You shivered at his touch, crying out as Laxus's thumb traced over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Laxus felt his dick twitch and pressed harder, touching you teasingly slow.

"Mm-ngh- I-I'm g-gonna cum," You whined. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt your insides snap. You cried out, your body spasming slightly.

"Fuck," Laxus swore. His cock, unbearably hard, buried itself all the way to the hilt inside you. It pulsated with each subsequent spurt, swelling still as he emptied inside your womb. The stimulation leaves you trembling and out of breath.

You have little time to recover as your mate puts you over his shoulder and takes you back to your bedroom. He’s still painfully erect and hasn’t had his fill of you yet.

Sting- 「Radiant Sin」

Sting is the most cocky and the biggest tease out of all the dragon slayers. It’s almost like a game to him, and he takes great satisfaction in the sight of you begging for him. Still, he is quite the jealous one and like Natsu, picks fights with the males he feels threatened by in the guild. Poor Yukino doesn’t quite understand the change in behavior at first and tries to mediate some of the conflict, but Minerva, for lack of a better word, tells her to just leave it alone and not to get in between the stupid fights of hormonal men.

You on the other hand are rather antsy. You can tell it’s that time of the year, and you’re slowly losing your composure, becoming more flustered due to the pheromones Sting was unintentionally releasing while trying to arm wrestle Orga.

Rogue is the only one to notice your growing discomfort. While he isn’t really affected by your scent in the sense it turns him on, but rather it’s giving him a headache. And since he views you like a little sister, he hates to see you suffer and your dumbass mate neglect to take care of you.

“Y/n, are you ok?” Rogue gently coaxed, brushing your hair out of your face, noticing how warm and flushed you felt.

“It’s just a little…hot, Rogue,” you mumble, trying not to let him pick up on the way you’re practically squirming in your seat. He’s a fellow dragon slayer, so even as embarrassing as it is, he knows what’s going on. And, he knows how to get Sting’s attention.

“Please don’t take this the wrong way,” Rogue said, “as you know I value our friendship and respect your relationship with Sting.”

You’re too dazed to quite understand what he meant until you picked up on a new scent: Rogue’s own pheromones. As compared to Sting’s almost vanilla like scent, Rogue has a more deeper, woody fragrance that definitely stands out against the sweet scent you’re emulating.

It’s almost instantaneous the way Sting’s head snaps over to your direction. One quick look at your flushed expression and he’s abandoning whatever he was previously doing, rushing to your side, not before roughly shoving Rogue to the side. Rogue merely ignores the menacing glare he receives, while Sting quickly scoops you up into his arms bridal style and dashes out the guild in a flash of light.

By the time you both make it back to your shared apartment, Sting himself’s starting to feel the effects of his rut beginning to mess with his head. The whole time he was carrying you, you kept nuzzling your head into his neck, whimpering quietly with need.

“Sorry Angel,” Sting huffs, trying to set you on the bed, but you cling to his shirt, not letting him go.

“Sting, please,” you beg.

“Please, what, Angel?” Sting coos, prying your hands off of him and pinning them above your head with one hand while the other teasingly traces down the side of your waist. “I can’t help you if you don’t use your words.” You pout, making your mate chuckle at your expression which he honestly finds cute.

“Please, touch me.”

“But I already am.”

You huff in frustration, not in the mood for games. You try hopelessly and fail to break from Sting’s hold. Something about you being so powerless and fragile against him fueled an inner carnal desire within Sting, not one just to protect but in his eyes, you were his prey. And he wanted to dominate you in every way.

“A-ah, fuck,” Sting swore, his composure slowly crumbling away. He tore away your clothes. The sight of you bare and exposed had him brimming with desire. “You’re so beautiful, Angel. And you’re all mine.”

You couldn’t help feel flushed at his words, covering your face in embarrassment when you felt something prod at your cunt. Sting wedges one finger into your core, then a second one, scissoring you to stretch you out. You whimper at the penetration.

“S-Sting…”

“Shh, just relax.” Sting adds in a third finger. Now, the burn is gone and a satisfying stretch is left in its place. You moan. Your hips involuntarily buck against his hand, searching for more relief which makes the blond chuckle. “Eager, are you?”

"Sting, please," you whimper as you chase your high. Sting’s thumb circles your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. You clench around his fingers, signaling your release, but at the last second he pulls away. You whine at his teasing and pout.

“Don’t worry, Angel,” Sting said, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere in the room. He palms himself through his trousers, the low guttural groan he lets out has you shivering in anticipation. His self control has run out. “You’re not going anywhere until I have you cumming around my cock and carrying my child.”

You quickly help Sting remove his pants, eagerly wanting him to fulfill his dirty promise. Sting pulls you into his lap so that you're straddling him. His hardened erection pokes at your core, making your tremble with need. He teasingly rubs against your clit, but never actually enters which makes you whine.

“Please, Sting, don’t tease me.”

“Heh, you’re cute when you beg.” Sting grabbed your hips and slammed you down on his cock. The sudden penetration and deep angle made your breath hitch. Tears prickled in your eyes. “Fuck. Fuck. You feel so good.” String groaned.

Desperate for more, you slowly raise yourself up and down the length of his cock, with minor assistance. Letting out a low moan, Sting tilted his head on the back of the headboard. He loved the way you felt around him. You were so tight, which meant he could only stretch you out more, and you equally loved the feeling.

Eventually, Sting retook the control, bucking upwards in tangent with your own movement, making him reach that sweet spot that had your legs trembling. "Ah fuck, Angel, you take my cock so well!" Sting panted.

He felt you tightening around him even more, practically trying to milk him for everything he had. His dick twitched before the first spurt of his cum shot into your womb.

"S-shit."

Sting hugs you into his chest, biting down on your neck to ground himself. You slump against his hold, all your energy gone as your orgasm washes over you. You stomach feels hot and bloated from being filled with Sting’s release.

You don’t even get a full minute of rest before Sting flips you on your backside, his cock poking at your entrance once more.

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet.” A mischievous grin spreads across Sting’s face. “I said I’m not stoping until you’re pregnant with my baby.”

Rogue - 「Shrouded in Lust」

Rogue is the most gentle of the dragon slayers. Your relationship is relatively new as you’ve only been mated for about a year and a half, therefore he often still treats you like porcelain. In fact, he feels guilty when his desires take over, even though neither of you can help it. He often prioritizes your pleasure over his own, so sometimes you have to coax him into letting you take care of him.

In fact, Rogue honestly falls into rut a few days before your heat finally starts, and he’s pretty embarrassed by his lustful urges and tries to somewhat ignore them. But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t deny his instincts, and no matter how much he fucks into his hand, it doesn’t replace you.

Rogue grunts as he comes for the nth time, painting the shower wall white with his release. It’s his fourth shower of the day, and the desire only feels more intense, nagging at him and making his head fuzzy. He quite honestly can’t take it anymore.

You’re practically a saint when you arrive home. You immediately notice the thickness of the pheromones clouding your apartment. It catches you somewhat off guard at first and makes you dizzy. After dropping your belongings off at the door, you quickly follow the smell to the source, growing hotter as the pheromones intensify. You’re surprised and immediately worried upon finding Rogue sitting in the running shower, his eyes completely glazed over and out of it.

“Oh my god, Rogue!” You’re instantly at his side. The shower is ice cold but his face is flushed red with fever. “Rogue, love, can you hear me? Come on, let’s get you dry.” Rogue is all but limp as you step into the shower to hoist him up, getting soaked in the process. The water turns your shirt sheer, your nipples poking through your bra as your intoxicating scent fills Rogue’s nose. His breath hitches.

“I-I’m sorry.”

You don’t get the chance to respond when you’re hoisted up and pressed against the shower wall. Rogue’s lips attached to yours in a frantic, desperate manner, and you become acutely aware of his little problem down stairs.

“Mmph, ah! Rogue, w-wait,” you groan.

“I-I’m sorry.” Rogue buries his face into your shoulder, heaving heavily. “I-I can’t control myself. I’m sorry but fuck I need you so bad.”

You cup Rogue’s cheeks, placing a tender kiss on his forehead, making him whimper at your gentleness. “It’s ok. Just let me undress. I don’t like the feeling of wet clothes.”

Rogue has just enough patience to let you remove your clothing. But the minute you unclasp your bra and throw your panties to the side, that restraint breaks and he pins you back against the shower wall, caressing your supple skin. “I’m sorry I’m so impatient, but I want to put it in so bad.” His cheeks are burning red from embarrassment as he grinds shamelessly against you. Despite the shower practically feeling like ice now, the overwhelming arousal has him burning up.

“C-can I put it in?” Rogue peppered kisses against your neck, nipping at the skin. “Please?”

“Always such a gentleman,” you shakily exhale, grabbing Rogue’s leaky cock to align at your entrance. “Fuck me like you mean it, Rogue.”

At your request Rogue bullies his cock in your cunt. As you whimper, he lets out a guttural groan of satisfaction. The feeling of your tight hole finally clamping around him made Rogue want to cum on the spot. Did you always feel this good?

"Ahh f-fuck..." Rogue stammers. His mind slips into a haze of lust, and his body moves on its own, rutting into you rough and fast in desperate search for his release. He hikes your leg up higher around his waist to fuck into your deeper. You gasp at the feeling, the uncomfortable arch in your back made your toes curl and stars dot your eyes.

"T-there! A-again!" You beg, wrapping your arms around Rogue's shoulders to hold him close. "I-I-m close-" Capturing your lips again, Rogue sucked hard on them in order to bruise. With his free hand, he jabbed his thumb against your clit, proving additional stimulation.

You squealed as you came, biting down on Rogue's tongue. The action made him growl. You clit pulsated, feeling like it was still vibrating. Tingles raced through veins, rocking your entire body.

"F-fuck, I'm close!" Rogue pants. Low grunts and moans left his lips. The feeling of You tightening around his dick even more was enough to send him over the edge.

He comes with a low groan. His body rocks and he presses you against the wall, biting into the crook of your neck. You squirm feeling him release into your heat. From the days of pent up frustration, Rogue cums hard and a lot. So much that you feel it trickle down your leg, making you shiver.

There's silence between the two of your for a few moments as you both recover from your orgasms.

“How long have you been hiding it from me?” You gently brush the wet hair out of Rogue's face. His cheeks flush red in embarrassment, which he tries to hide by burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"About four days..." he mumbles shyly.

"You don't need to keep things like this away from me, love. I'm yours as much as you are mine." The gentle kiss you place on his forehead, though endearing, instantly makes him hard again; his body betrays him as his stiff cock aches for your touch once more . You could only giggle at Rogue's embarrassed whine. "Go ahead. I'm all yours."

Gajeel - 「Iron Heart」

Gajeel is another major tease. Your bratty behavior only turns him on and enacts a predatory desire within him. He doesn't particularly care who hears his dirty words in response to any attitude you give him and quite honestly, takes it as a challenge. In fact, it turns him on the way you become instantly shy and bashful when he threatens to "punish your little ass" in public.

"You're so vulgar," you huff angrily. "I can't stand you."

"Gihi," Gajeel merely laughs, following behind into your shared room.

"you have no sense of shame! I won't be able to look at Lucy or Cana the same again."

Gajeel grins. He thinks it's cute how you put on the tough act despite how much he towers over you. "I don't really give a damn. The whole world can know how good I fuck your pussy for all I care."

Your cheeks flush red, the heat burning more as he corners you to the bed. "Y-you asshole!"

"Yeah?" Gajeel groans. You’re appalled when he palms himself through his pants, a noticeable tent forming at his crotch. Was he seriously turned on right now?! "What else?" Gajeel taunts.

"Y-you y-you-" You stammer over your words as Gajeel pins you to the bed.

"What? Where's that attitude of yours now?" Gajeel's devious smile only grows wider at the way you squirm against his hold. "Since you like running your mouth so damn much, why don't you put it to use. On your knees."

Your body obeys before your mind could register. Gajeel sits on the bed while you drop down to your knees before him. After you unbuckle his belt and release his stiff cock from the confines of his boxers, a relieved groan left Gajeel's lips. He was a lot bigger and had a lot more girth than you anticipated. Did your insults really turn him on that much?

"A-ah! Don't tease me, doll," Gejeel moaned. He threw his head back as Your warm mouth fully enveloped the head of his dick. Another moan left his lips as you began harshly sucking on him. You forced yourself to deep throat him. Whatever you couldn't fit, you used your hand to stroke him. Gajeel bucked his hips up, nearly making You gag on him and tears prickle in your eyes. You continued to slurp and grace every inch of his cock with your tongue. The sensations made his mind go blank.

"F-fuck! You suck me so good." Gajeel grabbed You by the hair and pulled you away from him much to your confusion. He then stood from the bed in front of you, holding your head. His dick throbbed, precum oozing from the tip. His release was so close, he could feel it from the way lust hazed his thoughts. "Open up. Let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours," Gajeel said.

You gladly did. He shoved his entire length in your mouth, making you gag. His grip on your hair tightened as he let out a shaky moan. He pulled back before forcing himself back in again and again. You couldn't breath. Drool dribbled down your face as you damn near choked. Seeing your lewd expression only turned Gajeel on more.

"You like that doll?" He panted. "You like choking on my fat cock don't you? That pretty little mouth of yours feels so good around me. I could cum on the spot." You only whined in response. Your hands gripped Gajeel's thighs as you tried to steady yourself and get used to his rough pace. "You like when I fuck that mouth of yours, don't you? You're such a good girl. Taking all of me like that."

His cheeks flushed red. The pressure of his release finally snapped. "Ugh fuck! I'm coming!"

Gajeel quickly halted his movements. He practically had a death hold on Your hair, emptying into your mouth. He came a lot and suddenly. You coughed, spitting some of the salty seed out once it unexpectedly hit the back of your throat.

You tried to regain your breath after being practically forced to choke on his length. But the sight of you sitting in front of him with his cum all over you was enough to make Gajeel hard again.

"Strip," he commanded. "I'm not done with you yet doll."

You quickly shed your clothing and undergarments, leaving you completely exposed before the male. Gajeel licked his lips hungrily, eyeing you up and down. His stare made you bashful, but to the dark haired man, you were the most gorgeous thing he'd ever laid eyes on.

"Absolutely beautiful," Gajeel mumbled, pressing his lips against Yours. You eagerly let his tongue explore your mouth while his hands groped your breast. You moaned meekly and rubbed your thighs together.

"Gajeel...please..." You whined. The dragon slayer let out a little chuckle.

"So impatient doll~" Lifting you up with ease, Gajeel carried and gently laid you back on the bed without breaking the next kiss. He cupped your cheeks while biting your lip teasingly. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't even remember your own name."

With that, Gajeel rammed his cock into Your wet core. You cried out in pain at the sudden penetration. You held on to his shoulders and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your nails dug into his back leaving red marks.

"F-fuck!" He put one hand on the headboard trying to steady himself. "Ahh you're so tight doll," Gajeel groaned, giving his hips an experimental roll. The way you clenched around his cock nearly made him cum on the spot. He captured your lips again before pulling out and hitting again. His pace soon quickened and the two of you lost yourselves in the pleasure.

"Ah fuck doll, you take my cock so well!" Gajeel panted. Sweat covered both your bodies as the sound of skin slapping against each other filled the room. "You like it when I fuck you senseless, don't you? You're clenching around me so tight I could just explode."

"G-Gajeel! Please!" You moaned out. Gajeel grabbed both of you legs and placed them over his shoulders. The new angle hit harder and deeper. You cried out, begging for more.

"Such a greedy girl aren't you? You like it when I'm this deep in you?" Gajeel grunted. "No one else can make you feel this way. Got it?" When you couldn't form any words to respond, Gajeel slapped your thigh making your squeal. "I said you got that? Who can fuck you this good?"

"Y-you-" Y/n gasped.

Gajeel grabbed your hair, pulling harshly. "I don't think I heard you properly, doll. Who can make you feel this good?"

"You Gajeel!" You yelled. He smirked letting out a chuckle.

"Damn right." His orgasm quickly approached. His pace faltered just a bit, making his thrusts more sloppy. His low grunts turned into loud moans. "Ah, fuck I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come so deep you're going to be dripping with my seed."

A loud moan left his lips. His hips stilled and his release hit; he bites down on to your shoulder, drawing blood. You shivered feeling yourself be filled. After he was sure he finished, Gajeel pulled out and sat back on his heels. He stared down at you with a satisfied look on his face as some of his seed leaked from your swollen sex.

Gajeel then flips you over, hiking your ass up to the height he wants.

“W-wait-Gajeel-“

"Gihi We're not done. By the end of the night, everyone will know who you belong to."

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Working~ Sting Eucliffe Headcanon/Drabble

❖ Fairy Tail, Sting x genderless reader

❖ Headcanon, Drabble, Fluff, Romance, established relationship au

❖ No warnings for this one~

❖ wc: 843

❖ @tojiseviltwin @kimnamshiks ❖ Masterlist ❖

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This ended up nearly becoming a imagine by accident oops? So uh headcanon/drabble. Might do nsfw headcanon if anyone is interested sometime

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Being guildmaster is something he takes great pride in, although he knows he is only so good at it because he has the support of people like Rogue and Minerva

He already finds it very hard to concentrate on paperwork when there are so many cool things out there and his guild is having fun partying or relaxing in their new pool

Which is how he would end up holed up in his office desperately trying to get himself to concentrate on the task at hand.

Digging himself out of all the backed-up paperwork that hadn’t been deemed important enough to be a same day issue.

Funny that those projects and paperwork which wasn’t really needing to be dealt with for another two-three weeks suddenly were all due at once

Rogue had been tasked (by Minerva) with letting the guild members know he was not to be disturbed for anything, even the guild burning down (Rogue could handle that without Sting's help). 

The members were on their best behavior too! Trying so hard not to disturb but to also be helpful, like delivering the finished mail for him, or leaving snacks at the door with a tiny knock. (I think they forget about his sharpened senses because yes Orga he sees and smells you hiding behind that thin ass pillar at the other end of the hall) 

Sting feels even more determined with all of them being so kind and helpful to him, especially you

Your willingness to sit beside him and carefully help sort the paperwork, file it away or arrange it to be sent out in the mail was making this process so much faster. He could tell you had teamed up with Minerva to find out exactly what she as financial and aid needed from him because before she could do it you were already guiding Sting to the next document she needed him to address

Thus after three days with late nights and early mornings the end was nearly in sight

The budget for the festival was making his eyes swim as he tried to allot the right amounts where, and Minerva herself had stepped out to take care of a time sensitive task for him when your “help” suddenly became “hindering”

“I am working babe” He would whine and pout a bit trying to ignore you sitting on his desk and moving in closer to him, a tactic that normally had him jumping into your arms or pulling you into his lap with a laugh

Sting was such a good boyfriend he always put your needs first whenever he could, and that included entertainment or cuddles…yet another reason he may have fallen a bit behind because even after your needs were met he overindulged himself in spoiling you

Your pout and little cooes and pleas for just a few minutes made him whine louder looking distraught

How could you do this to him? Puppy pout when he was trying his best to be good and do everything so he could in fact indulge himself all he wanted in your magnificent presence? 

Did you wear his clothes too knowing how that made him melt even more for you? This had to be a plot, you waited until Minerva and Rogue had stepped away to pull this.

“Please?” He would whimper and beg, eyeing you desperately wanting nothing more than to tackle you for cuddles and a nap, or some kisses “I just have a bit more, I need to…just a bit longer…” 

It was his downfall, the minute his eyes glanced at your lips he knew it was over

Crashing your lips together in an exhausted but needy kiss Sting was quickly falling into your trap

Looping his arms around your waist, hugging you as he leaned up out of his seat to reach your lips for the kisses he’d been longing for. 

Sting's exhaustion would hit him all at once and despite kissing you like a man who would drown without air, his body went slack leaning against you to stay up. Sunken eyes closing as he surrendered to the bliss of your taste

Minerva would be fuming when she came back but right now he just needed to lean into you as you sat on his desk before him and steal as many kisses as he could before falling asleep

Her anger would melt though when she saw only a few small things left, and the soft way you were stroking his hair as he used your lap as a pillow

Maybe a small nap couldn’t hurt, she could also maybe use one

Sure enough, Sting did still finish his paperwork that night

Lastly, he made sure to pay you back for interrupting and distracting him like that too ;)

From that day on Sting however, would request your kisses as a reward and a “rejuvenating spell” whenever he needed to do paperwork

Though skeptical of the method Minerva and Rogue were both relieved that paperwork never truly piled up anymore they guess they could say it’s “working”

[1chaerry]

Thank you for answering! I got into a fairy tail vibe again these days and the lack of stuff is criminal T^T

Anyway! Could I please have Sting and Laxus ( separately) reazling they have a crush on a fairy tail member! Reader please?

Thank you!!

ok I love this, I can totally see this happening, THIS IS SO CUTE

Realising they have feelings

summary: when realization hits, they know they're so doomed... in a good way

characters: laxus dreyar, sting eucliffe,

c.w: fluff, comedy, existential crisis, crush, local man finds out he is crushing on a Fairy.

w.c: 1.6k

Reader is called 'Saram', meaning 'Human/Person'

Sting Eucliffe

The first time he saw Saram was when he met Natsu the night of the preliminary round. He hadn't noticed her at first, how could he? She was quiet, practically hiding behind Lucy and Natsu, but he knew she was strong. Heavy magic levels emitted from her, he was surprised that someone so strong was in Fairy Tail. At that time, he had not paid much attention and moved on, forgetting the encounter.

The second time he saw her was not in a team, to his absolute surprise, he knew she was strong, but instead in the Fairy Tail stands, watching with a soft smile from beside Fairy Tail's Master, Makarov. She was sitting on the stone railing, legs dangling over the edge as she watched the opening and introductions. When everyone booed the first Fairy Tail team, despite the shock from her own guild members, Saram was cheering them on smiles and cheers of her. Her guild followed in quest: Sting found it a bit strange how she did not care and simply supported the weakest team.

The first time she came face to face with him was on Day-2 of the GMG, after Chariot. The moving challenge had rendered him, Natsu and Gajeel immobile and sick. After the challenge was over, Saram had come on to the field and first went to her guild mates, Gajeel and Natsu, her hands glowed a maroon color mixed with black, visibly making their exhaustion lesser and easing their sickness. What surprised him was that Saram walked over to him, kneeling down in front of him and quietly placed her fingertips to his forehead, a maroon and black glow, as he felt his sickness and exhaustion disappear.

He looked at her shocked, surprised, in disbelief and confusion, even opting to glance at her guild mates to understand why she was helping him: they didn't look bothered, in fact, they looked used to it. When his eyes met her, he was surprised to see how clear they were: no deceit, no bad intentions. Only a firm resolution to help him, nothing more, nothing less.

"Why...?" That was all he could say as she removed her hand. Without a pause, she said in a quiet but firm voice.

"You're a Dragon Slayer, right?"

He finds himself nodding wordlessly.

"Dragon Slayers don't do good with vehicles. I help Natsu and the others with it always, I don't see a reason to not help you too."

Makarov simply chuckled at her actions as he watched from the stands with the guild. Always a peculiar one, that one. Saram helped Gajeel and Lucy helped Natsu back to the arena resting area: Sting couldn't draw his gaze away from her retreating figure. And when he went back to his team's area, he couldn't help but kept his eyes on the woman who took her usual place on the ledge by her Guild Master's side as his mind stayed full of her thoughts.

When Bacchus asked for Elfman Strauss' sisters as a reward for the bet if he won, Sting did not really care. Not until he spoke of having Saram as an addition, too. He didn't notice himself, but Rouge did, his hands hand broken the ledge in anger, unknowingly, a dark fury in his irises. But it was simmered when Saram simply chuckled at the bet, mockingly albeit, "And here I thought being in an all mens guild would drive some manners into you, how disgusting you are to bet on women who have nothing to do with you lot."

Her words caused a shiver down everyone's spines, the silent threat and the smile that seemed like ice, "But it's alright, Elfman will beat you quite nicely for us."

Sting felt a flare in his veins, that challenge in her eyes was not directed towards him - instead at Bacchus - but he felt the dragon instincts within him stir. When the battle of Mirajane Strauss and Jenny Realight began, no one expected it to move into this direction. A glamor battle. The whole thing had drawn everyone's attention, even Sabertooth. When all the participating female wizards began joining, the cheers grew louder. Sting's eyes looked back to the Fairy Tail stands, not everyone had joined in, his eyes landed on Saram who was cheering on her guild mates, a glint in her eyes.

She was watching them all participate, chuckling and cheering, his eyes caught on the way she cheered with her hands moving, her eyes glimmering. Then, came the wedding dresses: he watched as Saram was laughing as she was also forced onto the arena by Titania, Erza and the Celestial Mage, Lucy. His eyes widened slightly as she rolled her eyes at them playfully and with a snap of her fingers, her outfit changed.

The dress was a stunning ball gown with a romantic and ethereal design. It featured a strapless, sweetheart neckline with off-the-shoulder tulle straps, adding a delicate and feminine touch. The bodice was intricately adorned with floral embroidery, showcasing a mix of pastel and muted tones, which seamlessly transition into the full, flowing skirt. The skirt itself was voluminous, made of layers of soft tulle, giving the dress a dreamy and airy appearance. The floral embroidery continues sporadically on the skirt, creating a cohesive and elegant look.

She looked so lovely that Sting felt his eyes stuck to her as she stood there with a smile, watching her guild mates and everyone else. He surprised himself more than he surprised her when he jumped down and walked towards her, strangely abash as he rubbed his nape, her eyes watched him in wonder as he extended his other hand, "Wanna partner up? You looked alone."

And he felt his heart almost jump out of his chest when she chuckled before taking his hand, nodding with a bright smile, the sun catching onto her hair and eyes, making them shimmer. Her voice was teasing and light as she looked at him, standing by his side, "Having one of the twin dragons as my partner? I'm rather privileged, wouldn't you agree, Eucliffe?"

"Sting. Call me that." He said, a bit embarrassed.

"Alright, then, you should call me Saram." Saram smiled, "Sting, thank you for saving me from being alone." She teased again.

Sting Eucliffe turned red at the situation as realization struck him. He really, really got into trouble didn't? Because otherwise, he wouldn't have gone and develope a crush on a Fairy. And if the rapid beating of his heart was any indicator, then Sting knew.

This feeling may very well develop into something more.

Not that he would mind.

Laxus Dreyar

The first thing he saw when he came back on Tenroujima camp was this ball of energy, practically bouncing around as she helped everyone. He eyed her in confusion and tried to comprehend if he knew her. Evergreen noticed the way he was staring at her; a smirk made it to her lips as she sat beside him, "Someone's eyes are stuck."

"Who's that?" He said, ignoring her quip.

"Saram. Our resident fireball." She hummed, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

"Fireball? She's like Natsu?" He asked, a bit confused.

"Better."

He didn't understand what Evergreen meant by 'better' until a while later. His jaw dropped as Bickslow's 'babies' kept passing through her, it was like she was untouched by everything and anything. Freed noticed his look of confusion and clarified, "Saram has a kind of lost magic called Flame Logia."

"Flame Logia?" Laxus questions, his eyes constantly on her movements.

"Yeah, I think there's another official name but she calls it that."

It didn't take a few minutes before he found himself in a stare contest with her as they say face to face, cross-legged across each other on the ground. He shifted his head to the right, she did too. To the left, she followed. Freed, Evergreen, Bickslow and Makarov were watching in amusement.

"You have tattoos?" She asked, tone cheery, a bit too cheery.

Laxus, to his own surprise, found himself nodding. Her eyes glimmered as she scoots closer, Laxus eyes her in confusion. Evergreen simply chuckled, giving a knowing look to Freed and Bickslow before walking off - the two follow after her. She eyes his tattoo with interest, he almost flinched when she moved closer and looked up at him with sparkly eyes, "Can I touch it? Can I, can I?"

He blinked before nodding. She touched the tattoo and he had to stop himself from shivering from her hand's touch; it was too cold for some reason. The rest of the day went by uneventful, a silent buzz amongst the members. For some reason, Saram decided to stick close to him. Telling him all the stories of the guild, the members and the events that happened while he was away. She looked so happy and cheerful in her stories that Laxus found himself looking amused and interested.

Even the next morning, she skipped over to him holding breakfast for him and herself: she spoke of stories and missions and how everything went bad on Tenroujima till now. He spat out his water when she asked him on a date, Evergreen was laughing.

"D-date?"

"I think you're cute. Come on." She smiled.

Laxus didn't like her. No way. Not in a way that he would crush on her. Yeah, she was cute. Her way of speaking was interesting. He found himself interested in her stories. They way her eyes glimmered when she spoke of the guildmates. How she picked out the tomatoes from her sandwich at last night's dinner— he paused.

Oh.

Ah shit.

He was crushing on her.

Hardcore.

The moment was cut short by the appearance of Acnologia, everyone scrambling and getting to safety. His eyes widened when he caught sight of Saram providing back-up Makarov as everyone ran on his orders. He could hear Natsu yelling.

"Master! Saram! Go back, you bastard!"

Natsu was yelling at him but he kept his head down. He had to listen. He had to listen. He had - oh fuck it. Everyone ran back to Master and Saram: determined to not leave them behind, Makarov yelled at them but Laxus smirked, finding it hilarious that he thought that his guild, his children would leave so easily.

"Wendy, Laxus, Natsu, Gajeel!" Saram yelled out, glow emitting from the bodies of the Dragon Slayers, "Go! I'll enhance you!"

A new profound power surged through their veins as they fought against the dragon. Yet, their power is not enough. It was sudden. The swish of Acnologia's tail was sudden and abrupt. And in it's trajectory stood –

Laxus felt himself falter.

- Saram.

Everyone's eyes widened as time seemed to stop for a moment; Acnologia's tail hit her, her body convulsed for a second before she was swatted away at the mountain rocks. Her body hit the rocks with an explosion and cloud of dust: a scream of pain before her body fell limp and unmoving to the ground.

His eyes widened and he ran to her, the others covering him, "Saram!" He yelled as he skidded to a crouch near her body.

"Ah, it's the pretty lightning dragon..." She said weakly as Laxus held her in his arms, rushing over to where everyone stood in a circle. He held her hand as she leaned her body weight on his own figure. And with a squeeze of his hand, Saram looked up at him with a weak smile.

His heart clenched weirdly, not from worry or concern, a strange warmth, "Lightning Dragon," She said quietly "Promise me something?"

"Go on, I'll try." He had small smile, a chuckle left him as he stood with his guild, his family in a circle, pouring their magic in.

"After this is all over, let's go on a date."

And Laxus smiled, used at her words, "Sure."

"And let me see your tattoos properly."

"Alright."

Maybe he never knew what it was like to feeling something for someone but as he stood beside this woman who he met only one day ago, he could say one thing. Laxus Dreyar somehow began to crush on a Fairy who bounced into his life with her wings.

Maybe the lightning dragon will collect this shiny fairy too.

[mrsbrandoxxx]

𝐻𝑈𝑆𝐵𝐴𝑁𝐷 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

[discodreaming]

could we get some sting eucliffe x m! reader relationship headcanons?

characters: sting eucliffe x male!reader

genre: general fluff, general headcanons

content warning: sting counts as a warning bc he's a menace to society ( and our hearts )

hear me out okay, mans is prime golden retriever boyfriend

he looks super intimidating to people bc he kind of is at first look, but really he's like just super excited when it comes to you.

like he could be doing his job as guild master and he sees his boyfriend come in????

he's done, he's rushing over and hugging you and giving you a big kiss

he's here hugging you close no matter what size

you could be taller than him and he's holding onto you

smaller? you're getting scooped up

same height? his head is nuzzling into your neck

oh my god sting who loves it when you two lay together though, constantly touching perhaps

mayhaps hear me out even taking turns being the big spoon and the little spoon

but if he's the big spoon, his arm is wrapped tight around you, keeping you close to his chest because he feels the need to protect

it could be his dragon genes that make him possessive but who knows sips

he's always hesitant to being little spoon

it leaves him really vulnerable and he only will do this once you guys have been dating for a while i feel

sting also gives the vibe of like holding your face and checking you over in panic

also lector?? seeing how happy you make sting?? you're cool in his book, as long as you keep his best friend happy

now sting will always see you as his equal, bc i think he'd believe n more of a partnership.

he's so god damn cheesy too, like you guys would def go on a date for everything

if he's not busy as the guild master ( i don't think that'll stop him either way tho )

you think the girls are the only one into matching?? like i said he's cheesy, he'd have something matching with you

it could be descreet or it could be nice and loud

and if yyou're apart of a different guild?? he's still making time and place to come see you just to see how ur doing

also please forgive him if he forgets your guys' dates sometimes, sometimes u gotta go to him and see him swamped

he's doing his best

but also he loves to plan surprise dates for you, always making sure you're enjoying yourself ( he most def always pays attention to what you like and don't like )

he has fumbled a couple times but he's getting there

i also wanna add a bonus marriage one for you but it wouldn't matter who you are he's gonna cry and call you so fucking handsome and i can see him just be so awestruck

he always has some kind of butterflies when it comes to you

he's always so excited to tell you things about what's happened on missions and vise versa, his attention on you as you go on about your day and what happened on the missions

and if you're ever sad, he's going to come out with hands rated e for everyone

oh my god he's also gonna constantly BRAG about you, to anyone who will listen

a/n: i honestly could keep rambling about sting ( and laxus ) like i just holds him gently like hamburger

also whispers def hold his hand and link your fingers together he'll lose his mind

[pfpanimes]

⌕ fairy tail - sting eucliffe.

like or reblog if you save/use.

[delirious-donna]

The Most Delicious Tears [Sting Eucliffe]

Oct. 13 - Sting Eucliffe x female reader

He just wants to spoil you rotten, that it's enough to make you cry? All the better. Sting is going to lick away those tasty tears, but he's not gonna stop...

warnings: overstimulation, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie, biting, mark marking, rough sex, mentions of multiple positions and implied marathon sex

Masterlist

Shades of blue, from the palest sky blue to the deepest navy, filled the opulently decorated room. Your gaze swam, focus wavering from the constant mounting pressure in your abdomen but you tried to take it all in.

It was only fitting given you were in the room of Sabertooth's guild master, that he would be housed in the most well-dressed room in the guild hall, but it still left you a little speechless.

The memory of entering the grand suite for the first time was hazy at best, swept into an all-consuming passion of tangled limbs and hungry mouths. 

Your flirtation with the downright ruggedly handsome guild master had been going on for months, it was long past the time that you should have thanked the guild for their hospitality and moved on in your wanderings but he kept you sticking around.

Sting Eucliffe; tall, blond with piercing navy eyes and a smirk that could curl toes.

His strength was evident from the very primal way he had hoisted you around his waist with less effort than it took to exhale deeply. Finally provoked into action, no longer able to resist the provocative jut of your hip, the flutter of your lashes and your obviously salacious words.

At first, you had thought he might suffice with shutting you up by having you sit upon his lap, forcing you to bow to his overwhelming presence and tease you coyly with his broad palms spread across your thighs but he wanted much more than that.

Conversations abandoned midflow, he had strode for the hallway that led to the private accommodations he and some of the guild members occupied. Not a word was spoken as he carried you off to a gale of wolf whistles and laughter. His dark eyes never left your face, arms hooked around his neck and legs curled around his slender waist.

The second you were alone, he’d slammed you against the nearest wall, a palm cushioning the back of your head to prevent the stonework from cracking your skull from the force he used so casually.

For a long second, you had stared at one another, a challenge to see who would snap first. Your heartbeat had never pounded so hard, the organ straining to burst from your chest and you witnessed the dark of his pupils contract to pinpricks like a predator ready to spring. 

In the end, you had moved simultaneously.

Lips met in a furious breaking of tension, hands tearing at clothes until you had made it into the room you now occupied with your bra on display and the shirt Sting wore torn wide open.

So, that was what had led you here.

Your burning hot cheek pressed into the soft pillows, thighs trembling and your ass arched to the perfect angle for the blond Dragon Slayer.

Once more he teased your drenched pussy with the slide of his thick cock along your slit, angling the head down so that it hit against your clit each time and laughing when you jerked from the contact.

You whimpered, the hot flood of tears pressing your eyelids shut as they fell to the sheets. Sobbing, broken and raw. Every inch of your skin felt like it was ablaze, each touch of Sting’s molten-like flesh upon your own only wrung your insides all the harder.

Sting was insatiable, an utter beast whose sole purpose was to bring you to orgasm over and over by any means possible. Sweat clung to you, muscles ruined from the various positions he’d twisted you into and you were spent - well and truly.

His lips were swollen from making out with your aching pussy, chin glossy from your arousal and prominent fang marks on your inner thighs.

The hand that flattened on the small of your back, keeping you in the arch that he wanted was wet from the lust he had dug from your drenched cunt. Slurping down your essence as if it were the only thing in this world that could slake his demonic thirst.

The twitch of his cock evidenced how close he was to his own release and you marvelled at how long he had lasted through the multiple times he’d pushed that monstrous cock into your tight cunt.

The first time, the stretch had been enough to have you wriggling on the bed and he’d chased you, planting his hands on either side of your head as he kissed you senseless. Used those moments you were wrapped in the warmth of his mouth to surge forward, swallowing your moans and cursing under his breath.

“Oh my… fuck! Never felt anything like this.”

His touch was electrifying, at times as gentle as touching the petals of a rare bloom and at others rough and demanding, grabbing so harshly that you squealed.

“St-Sting,” you managed to splutter around the mouthful of pillow you were biting down on to keep your sobs at bay, “please, s’too much.”

A devilish laugh sent searing dread down your spine, and the muscled frame of his body reared over your back with an arm hooking across your breasts. The friction against your tender nipples forced a hiss from your lips as you were flipped over once more.

Sting’s handsome face swam into view, the image wobbly as you blinked the tears from your eyes. A smirk lit up his expression and before you could take stock of things he was fucking into your pussy until he was fully sheathed on one thrust.

“So fucking pretty, fucked out and gorgeous. You drunk on this cock, pretty girl?”

His head dipped, you assumed he would kiss your already kiss-swollen lips but his tongue flicked out to lick away your salty tears.

“Delicious,” he growled by your ear, nipping at your lobe whilst he set a frantic pace with his hips.

The loud sound of skin slapping skin bounced off the walls, wailing at your most tender folds being met with the press of his steel-cut abdomen and pelvis.

You cried out his name in raw, broken syllables. Your velvet walls tightened to an unbearable degree as you tried to force his fat cock out of your cunt with the pressure of your approaching orgasm. 

“Ah ha! Oh yeah? Got another one for me s’soon? C’mon girlie… gimme what I want!”

Sting’s jaw clamped down, teeth bared and head thrown back with the prominent stretch of his neck filling your sight.

With your thighs pressed to your chest, you ached all over but the swell of pressure was too great to be denied. It burst over you like shooting stars, squirting and bucking like a wild animal.

The guttural groans from above tipped you off that he was on the precipice. Through the dense fog of your release, you clawed at his toned chest and caught against his dark nipples.

Sting’s hips stuttered, plugging you fully as rope after rope of thick hot cum painted your insides. He slumped down, bearing most of his weight on his wrists whilst he kissed a path up your neck and licked at the series of bruises he had left for you.

Air slowly filled your lungs, the tingling in your extremities receding as you panted together in a lust-filled melody. 

You twisted around him like ivy, skin sticking to stick from the rivers of sweat coating your bodies and you kissed his cheeks and jaw.

When the golden-skinned Dragon Slayer slowly started to move inside your ruined pussy, you hiccuped loudly in protest. Head swinging from side to side and true tears of overstimulation fell from your eyes.

Sting caught them on his thumb and sucked it clean with a grin that flashed his sharp incisors.

“Thought I was done? Nah, baby. I got more to give, best get comfortable 'cause I’m not done until you’re screaming my name for the entire guild to hear…”

It was going to be a long night!

[velvetydream]

꒰ :🌹 [ Motion sickness of a Dragon Slayer ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : It was already the second day of the grand magic games and you seriously didn't understand why they let Sting compete in the race. So now you had a sick Dragon Slayer on your hands, who was way to stubborn to admit it was a stupid idea to not let Orga or Yukino go.

Pairing : Sting x Gn! Reader

Word count : 625

Genre : Fluff

➵ Warnings ;

a/n : I can barely find Fairy Tail content, so now I've made it my resposibility to write fors this awesome show, starting with my all time favorite boy.. Sting! <3

I also just finished the grand magic games arc, so perfect to write for Sting!

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Why did he have to be so stubborn? It would have been much smarter to let one of the others compete.. But no that dumb ass with the adorable smile had to go up against Fairy Tails Natsu Dragneel and Gajeel Redfox. You understood that he wants to beat Natsu, the one he looked up to for years.. But did it really have to be in a race on moving carts?! Jiemma was so mad, Sting and the whole team couldn't allow themselves another slip up, or the whole guild would feel his rage.

“Sting it's me, I'm coming in.” Entering his room in the inn the guild was staying at, he was laying on his side, clutching his stomach. Beside his bed a little bucket just in case. Well at least it was good to know Sting and Rogue weren't the only Dragon Slayer with this issue. “Lectors out with Rogue and Frosch, they'll pick up some soup for you.” Upon the mentioning of food, the blonde poorly clutched his mouth, letting out a low groan, warning to not mention food again.

Setting the bowl of water you were carrying onto the nightstand, you take a seat at his side. Stings eyes averted. Of course. Ashamed is what he felt when he stood in front of Jiemma, of front of the whole guild.. And he still feels like this. Taking the rug from the water, you carefully wring out the excess water, before rubbing it softly over his face. A content sigh could be heard, as Sting turns onto his back, so you had better acess to his face. Poor boy, he looked completely out of it.

“Feeling better a bit?” Looking at him now, he nods. Eyes closed. For once he had a soft look on his face, no scowl, no sadistic smirk. Deep down he was a hurt little boy wanting to prove himself to whoever. It's sad what this guild made out of him.

“Sting! You're awake!” A cry could be heard, as the little red exceed jumped onto the bed, followed by Rogue and Frosch. “You should really think a little more before jumping straight into the games.” Rogue had a little annoyed look on his face, as he sets the bag with the soup on the table, the green cat letting out a little – Fro thinks so too. The two exceed seriously were the most adorable little beings ever. “Sorry you had to take care of him for being careless.” Words now directed to you, making you let out a little laugh. “Oh it's fine, at least I get to spend some time with my favorite Dragon Slayer.” Ruffling Stings hair now slightly, Lector letting out a surprised scream – at how someone could just touch Sting like that. The later now wearing his usual scowl on his face, with a little twist – he was blushing madly, averting his gaze to the other side and away from you.

Now that Sting was finally feeling better, it was time for the battles of the day. Following them back to the arena, Lector comfortably in your arms. Even if he didn't want to admit it, Lector liked you a lot. The battles were interesting to say the least, especially Mirajane against Jenny. What a show truly. So lastly now Yukino. Of course you were cheering for the white haired stellar magician. You two were quit close. Just like you were with Sting and Rogue. But at the end, she fell. Laying on her back and staring at the sky, tears streaming down her soft features. This was bad. Jiemma will not like this.

The evening and night to come.. were definitely something no one would have expected to happen.

[weevilmaster69]

tonight we are young

sting x reader

warnings: soft, fluff, no specified gender but a manicure is mentioned briefly. rogue and minerva are newlyweds oops

a warm ambiance filled the loud ballroom, a celebration of marriage- rogue and minerva. the crowd was of friends and family of neighboring guilds- including fairytail. 

you sat alone at a table- your friends, lucy, natsu, gray, and juvia having left to dance. you noticed sting from across the room, him smiling and waving at you before making his way toward you. 

“Having fun?” he questioned. 

“Oh yeah.” you replied, letting sarcasm drip off your tongue like honey. 

“I’m in the same boat as you.”

a few moments of him sitting with you and talking passed before he asked,

“Wanna dance?” while offering his hand. 

you placed your freshly manicured hand on his calloused one. 

“Sure, why not?”

a/n: lmk if I should continue lol thought of this at work and it made sense

[moxleys-whore]

Sting X Wife!Reader where reader is backstage tonight when sting announced his retirement at revolution and she gets really emotional and starts looking for him after reminiscing about the 26 years they’ve known each other?

The Past

26 years. That's how long you'd known him. Married for 13 of those years. You stood by his side his entire career. Supporting him every step of the way, but this decision was tough. It made you reminisce the past and what led up to this decision. Staring blankly at the monitor, watching your husband address the crowd. Lost in thought and not really paying attention, mind consumed with memories of the past.

He walked backstage to see you, standing off by the monitor, eyes glazed over and filled with emotion. Walking up to you, he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

Inhaling deeply before speaking, "What's the matter dear?"

"Nothing my love, just reminiscing the past."

He hums in acknowledgement, taking your hand in his and leading you to his locker room. He sits and you immediately curl into his side. The two of you sit and talk for hours on end, much like when the two of you were younger. Only difference being that, when you were younger, the talks were about the future and what it would hold. Now, the talks those of the past.

As the time passes, the two of you talk of life. Remembering the good and bad. Talking of how nervous you were around him at first, and how he would continually flirt with you, just to see your smile. Speaking about the injuries, like the time you twisted your ankle attempting a move in the ring, or the countless injuries he had acquired in his career. Remembering the friends made along the way, the opponents faced and all the wins and losses. You talk for hours, the arena empty by the time you both make it to the rental car. The drive to the hotel is short, and filled with loving glances at each other. When at the hotel, after showering and changing, the two of you lie in bed, tangled together just like when you were younger. The future may hold something new, but the past will always remain the same.

[judgementdaysunshine]

Sting Masterlist

Still breathing 💫

Iconic love 💫

Early gift 💫

Use somebody 💫

Rafter hideout 💟

Healing and grief 😭/💟

Surprise gone wrong 💟

[zaimta]

MEET ME @ FAIRY TAIL TEASER

FEATURING:

NATSU DRAGNEEL

LAXUS DREYAR

STINGE ECULIFFE

JELLAL FERNANDEZ

GAJEEL REDFOX

GILDARTS CLIVE

fairy tail meets meet me @ the altar! visuals (fics) featuring each artist and song reveals coming soon!

[magnoliacharmed]

Employee of the Month

(not my gif!)

18+, Sting x Fem!Reader one shot smut

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Word count: ~2.1k

Tags: Backstage sex, unprotected sex, facepaint (is that a tag that even makes sense... i mean the man’s whole thing is facepaint lmao), 

Summary:

Reader/you finally get acknowledged for your behind the scenes work in WCW by Sting.

Eric Bischoff was definitely getting his money worth hiring you as his personal assistant. That title sounded too professional, it had too much prestige to it. In reality, you were his gofer. Get me this, go for that, make this call, and before you go, don't forget to solve world hunger? You may not be in as good of shape as the wrestlers around you but with the running back and forth you did on a daily basis you were starting to build up some great stamina.

You rarely got to speak to the wrestlers you saw so often. For a good majority of the day you were glued to Bischoff's side constantly making little notes on your clipboard. They'd approach the both of you, sometimes tossing a short greeting your way. Then they'd talk to the boss and you were back to being in the shadows. You figured it was best this way. You didn't want to come off as a groupie or too eager. It was a dream come true to even get this job and you wanted to make sure you kept it.

As far as you knew, to everyone else around you were simply the world's most efficient ghost. Somehow things just got done. No one ever saw (noticed) you complete the tasks, but they managed to be finished. The only person in the company who actually acknowledged you, who actually remembered your name, was Sting. He was one of the biggest names WCW had. For someone with his amount of star power, he was a pretty nice guy. Whenever you rushed by him he said hello, asked how you were doing, all those general pleasantries. Despite his status you'd never really paid much attention to him before. That all changed after he began to speak to you more regularly. You began to look forward to seeing him. You felt sparks fly when he said your name.

Crap, you had a crush on him.

That was gonna make things difficult considering how often you had to see him.

Little did you know, he had a little bit of a crush on you too. He liked the way you held it together under pressure. Your crafty ways in solving problems. The fact that you minded your business and didn't get involved with the messiness that was other wrestlers' problems. They could be so overdramatic, acting as if they were still in high school. Your direct reporting to Bischoff kept you away from all that.

A knock on the locker room door made him whip his head around to see you standing in the doorway. You looked a little nervous, clipboard clutched to your chest and eyes wide. Some poker face you had.

"Ah, Mr. Borden? Mr. Bischoff sent me down here to assist you for the night?" Bischoff told you early that morning that just for the night, you'd be Sting's gofer instead of his. That was fine by you. You needed a break from the man and his many ideas. You wondered why tonight of all nights he decided to send you away.

"Oh yeah. I don't need much help but I'm happy you're around."

Now your heart was beating hummingbird fast.

Sting returned to the mirror to fix his hair. The way it flowed and moved mesmerized you more often than not. You sat down on the bench between the lockers and mirrors, quickly scribbling notes on some scratch paper. You had a feeling Eric was going to dump a lot of work on you tomorrow.

"You can call me Steve, you know. Or Sting. I don't mind either." He turned to smile at you. You could've melted into the floor right there. Your bashful smile and the involuntary movement you made of raising the clipboard to hide your face sent him reeling. Were you always this cute?

"Okay… Sting." You would've liked to call him by his real name but didn't feel comfortable. But how much more comfortable was calling him his stage name off-stage? You still weren't sure of the etiquette.

"Do me a favor? My makeup is in that locker behind you. Mind grabbing it for me?"

With a nod, you quickly got up to grab the black and white face paint out. You always liked the creative liberties he took with the designs. You handed off the jars to him, hands touching each other briefly.

Butterflies. Hummingbirds. Flames. Flooding?

Lust, too? Ugh, this was just too much to handle.

Sting felt it too. The touch was like unexpected thunder on a bright, cloudless day. Where did all that feeling come from?

"I like your… makeup. The designs. It's really cool. Kinda scary." You really hoped you didn't sound like a geek.

He smiled at you again. You could tell he was handsome underneath the facepaint and you were happy you were right.

"Thanks. I usually do it myself but I think I need some help tonight." His eyebrow raised up at you playfully.

Do not come undone!

"Oh! Oh, sure, I can help. It won't look as nice as what you do though. Just as a warning."

He handed you a brush and the white paint. Were your hands trembling? God, you hoped not. He smelled so good. Like strong men's body wash. It made you kind of wet.

Likewise, the smell of your shampoo wafted in his face as you leaned over in front of him. It was fruity, a scent that seemed a lot more exciting than what he expected. Sting realized now he never really thought about what you did outside of work. What kind of friends did you have? What's the last movie you saw? What turned you on?

Uh-oh. That last question came out of nowhere.

Sting looked forward at himself in the mirror as you covered his face in the white makeup. The smell of your hair and you bent over in front of him was driving him a little crazy. It wouldn't be a smart idea to fuck Bischoff's assistant. You're always in his ear. Really, you're was the one holding everything together. Whether or not everyone else realized that was anybody's guess. A quick glance down at your chest was the worst idea he could've had. The cut of your shirt didn't allow for a lot of view, but the glimpse he caught of your breasts was the last thing he needed to get rock hard.

He had a feeling you wouldn't ever make the first move. That's why he had to be the one to ask Bischoff for your assistance that night. Now he had to continue on, damn the consequences.

"I hope this position isn't too awkward for you." Sting's voice was a little hoarse. It made your breathing quicken.

"No, not all Mr. Borden-- Sting. Sorry. Hard habit to break." You gave him a lopsided "what can you do?" smile. The heat building between your legs was very distracting. The way you were bent over was making your knees lock up. You kicked your legs up behind you to move the muscles.

As soon as your right calf reached the air, Sting picked you up and sat you in his lap. He picked you up so easily too, like you were a bag of feathers in his arms. Suddenly your faces were inches away from each other, noses almost touching. His big hands rested on the small of your back.

"If you're uncomfortable, we can stop right here, right now. I'll leave you alone. I'll tell Eric you did a great job."

You shook your head no vigorously. There was no way you wanted to stop now.

Sting breathed in deeply. It was a combination of relief and restraint.

"Okay. Keep going with the makeup."

Words could not form correctly. You nodded and finished off the white paint. His grip around you was tight. You could feel just how hard he was against you, your warmth meeting his in a way that made your brain fuzzy. You twisted your body around to reach for a new brush and the black paint. The friction of you moving on top of him made him clear his throat.

The show would be starting soon. Now or never. When you twisted back to face him, brush and paint in hand, Sting lifted you just a fraction into the air. He was happy he chose not to wear the singlet tonight. With a swift and frantic motion he pushed down his pants to let his cock spring forth.

Your eyes widened at the sight. He was so hard. Precome leaked from the tip of him, glistening and wet.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck me

He pushed your own jeans down. He was pretty skillful with one hand, undoing the button and zipper with ease. You raised a leg up for him to push the pant leg down, freeing one side of you from the fabric. The sight of your crimson red lace panties made him pause. Again, another surprise. Very impractical underwear for such a practical person.

His eyes met yours. Sting finally let you sit back on his lap, dick pressing so dangerously close to you. He was on the verge of pushing inside of you.

"Keep applying… the paint." He breathed. His face might have looked blank but lust fired in his pupils.

Your hands were trembling now, no doubt about it. You clenched the brush and black paint with as much effort as you could. Painting around his eyes? No problem. You got it! The look was beginning to come together when--

"Holy shit," your moan was loud. Much louder than expected. The brush almost fell from your grip as the pad of Sting's thumb began to circle around your clit. He was moving so painfully slow, taking in the sight of you squirming above him. You threw your head back in ecstasy at the pressure building down below.

"Keep going," his voice had gotten deeper below you. How were you supposed to do a good job face painting while he rubbed your clit? It would just have to come out sloppy. You did a great job 100% of the time… one tiny slip up wasn't so bad.

Your voice turned to a whimper as Sting finally entered you. A string of curses rapidly escaped your lips, causing him to laugh. Tonight was the first time he'd heard you curse and it was all because of him. The man had a lot of girth. He stretched you out, massaging your walls with a practiced ease. You were putty in his hands. The warm wetness of you was close to too much to handle. The way your muscles clenched around his cock, the way you seemed to pull him deeper in you was unique. He'd never felt anyone like you before. Every stroke hit your spot perfectly.

Your breathing was heavy. The brush finally reached his lips and it was a struggle to get there. You tried your hardest to stay in the lines as his hands gripped your hips and pushed you up and down on him. You gushed over his pants, eyes rolling back in your head. Your hard work was for nothing. Your lips pressed down into his, fresh paint smearing across his face onto yours. You had enough time to fix it, he didn't come on until the show was almost over.

Good at kissing, good at fucking, good at wrestling. What a man, you thought as he pounded away at you.

Your body slammed against his. You hummed along with every push down onto him, fingers reaching to grab into his hair.

"Steve-- Sting-- ah, fuck," You began to mumble. The fact he had Bischoff's well composed cute assistant saying his name so passionately was enough to send him to the edge. The black and white paint smeared into a gray streak on your lips. Something about that sight was the final piece of the puzzle.

"Fuck," he growled. His come covered your insides, cock twitching with every spurt. Your own orgasm rocked you hard. Your legs shook below you and your fingers gripped even tighter at the roots of his hair. You grinded forward on his still hard dick, pushing his come deeper in you. His thumb finally left your clit while your breathing slowed down.

No feeling in your legs. Not a surprise. He raised you up again, one hand around your waist. His cock slid out of you so painfully slow that you whimpered at the feeling of cool air against your wetness.

He turned you around so you could face the mirror. The smear of makeup made you bury your head in your hands.

You were not supposed to fuck the talent!

But man, it felt good.

Sting laughed at your embarrassment. The bottom half of his face was gray now.

"Best makeup I've ever had." He smiled at your expressions in the mirror.

[moongirlcleo]

headcanons for sting eucliffe with a professional ice (figure) skating fem s/o or crush? how does the blondie behave in that scenario.. cause i’m picturing him calling it easy and then falling on his ass and embarrassing himself on the first date 😭. and also how her friends (fairytail) and his friends would react to the whole thing. by the way, friendly reminder that you are SPECTACULAR!!!

awww bby YOU are spectacular <3 I got you ! This blonde dumb dumb would totally do something like that lol !

Sting x Fem Skater Crush:

"Hey, what do you say you and I go on a little date after the matches today?" The blonde dragon slayer smirked at you, leaning back and awaiting your answer.

Truth be told, you'd had your eye on him since you first saw him a few days ago. Determined to play coy, you smirked back and gave him a sly smile.

"If you can convince me, I may be willing to say yes."

The smirk on Sting's face faltered for a moment, before recovering.

“I don’t need to convince you, princess. By the end of the day, you’ll be wanting that date.”

You eyed the blonde up and down, tempted to give in. But the attitude Sting was displaying was more than displeasing. No, you decided. Two can play this game.

“Win against my guild mate later and I may even let you take me on a second.”

Sting’s eyes lit up at the taunt, knowing he’d be fighting against Natsu.

“You got it, babe. What’s your favorite food?”

…

…

Needless to say, the match between the two dragon slayers ended in a massive W for the Fairy Tail guild. You were sat at the bar with your friends the next day, when you remembered your exchange with Sting. Guilt flooded through your system. You’d only wanted to give back some attitude, not outright turn the blonde down.

Before long, you were walking down the roads in search of the Sabertooth guild residence. 

A downcast Sting sat outside the motel, covered in bandages. Quietly, you sat next to him and gave him a playful nudge.

“So, where are we going?” You asked, giggling as Sting jumped in fright. He gave you a scowl.

“Jesus, a ‘hey, it’s me’ would’ve been nice,” he grumbled. “Here to rub it in you all won?” 

You frowned. “No, I was coming to see if that date was still on the table.” 

A small rosy tint crossed Sting’s visage. 

“Thought you’d only go on a date with me if I won.”

“Hey now, I only said I’d consider a second date if you won.” You gave him a wink.

Sting’s face perked up. 

“Wait, you were joking? No way.” 

His outburst caused you to laugh. “Of course, I’d already planned on accepting, but you were acting a little too cocky so I figured I’d mess with you. Have you ever gone ice skating before?”

“No, why do you ask?” 

You blinked a moment before gesturing to your left.

“Well, on the way here, I passed an ice skating rink and I love ice skating, so let’s go!” You pulled Sting up and rushed toward the slab of ice, trying not to chuckle at the confused look on the dragon slayer’s face.

Once you arrived to the rink, you stole a glance at the blonde. His features were unreadable as he realized you two weren’t alone. It had seemed as if team Natsu were already here, making themselves quite at home, much to your disbelief.

“This can’t be that hard,” he muttered to himself. “It’s just ice. I got this in the bag.” Sting looked toward Natsu, the remnants of the match still fresh on his mind. You took that moment to grab his hand and pull him toward the ice. 

“It’s really not that hard, Sting. Watch me!” You requipped some ice skates on your feet and began pushing off, twirling around in circles. He watched you as you moved, nodding in amazement.

“Do you do this shit often?” He called out to you.

“Yeah, man, didn’t you know yn is a professional figure skater?” Gray Fullbuster replied for you. 

A blush bloomed across your cheeks. “It’s not that serious ice boy, shut up.” 

Motioning for Sting to follow, you pushed off the ice once again and made your way back toward the other end of the ice. 

He hesitated only slightly, stepping onto the ice. Sting gave you a small smile, concentrating on remaining upright. 

You nodded in encouragement. “Come on, push your right foot back and coast forward.” 

Sting did as you’d told, and he began coasting. He gave you a wide smile.

“Look, I totally got this!” He moved faster, and in an instant both of your smiles turned to fear as he steadily moved faster until a loud thud could be heard. 

Sting had crashed headfirst into the boards.

You covered your mouth in surprise, while your friends looked on and howled with laughter.

Sting’s face was beet red, a mix from the cold ice and humiliation. Skating over to him, you knelt down and gave him a small peck on the cheek.

“Hey,” you murmured. “Don’t worry about it. Everyone falls, sometimes. Wanna just grab something to eat?” 

The blonde gave you a smile and shook his head. “Are you kidding? Yn, that was so much fun. I may not be able to beat Natsu in a fight yet, but I’ll be damned if he can beat me at ice skating. Show me how to get better.” 

You stifled a groan and helped your crush up. With a smile, you taught him the ropes of skating, the promise of a second date in the air. 

[dragneelshmagneel]

Requests are open!

Hi all! 

so im not really new to the Tumblr fanfic community buuuuut I am to the fairy tail writing side of things!! I felt like there was a lack of some fics (definitely needed some more smut) so HERE I AM!! I'll list below some of the things I'll write for! 

- all my fics will be written as x fem!reader unless stated otherwise. 

Characters (includes nsfw fics)

Natsu Dragneel

Gray Fullbuster

Laxus Dreyar

Jellal Fernandez

Mystogan

Gajeel Redfox

Sting Eucliffe

Rogue Cheney

Gildarts Clive

I’ll write pretty much anything! Though I do have my limits, so if I don’t feel like your smut request is a bit much for me I might skip it.

Anyways. Time to send some requests!!

[sleepyweepypeaches]

(1/2) free! and fairy tail romantic matchup pls? I'm 18. I'm a 5'4 Sagittarius straight female with a pear-shaped body. I'm ambitious, tomboyish, chill, honest, hardworking, caring, and cheerful. I love reading, singing, chess, listening to all music (mainly kpop, jazz, classical) and having intellectual debates/discussions, but I'm open to trying out new hobbies too! I love perverted humour and memes. I get along with everyone well but am very affectionate/cuddly with those who are close to me.

I’d match you with…Nagisa!

‧̍̊˙°.𓆞 · 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚𓆞 ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊

Nagisa is super attracted to your warm nature. As a Leo and Sagittarius match up you produce the same level of playful energy. You two never get bored! There's always something to go see or do. You are always together.

He is very opinionated. He would be excited to babble off his opinions to someone who is willing to listen. And here your opinions on the topic as well. But, he doesn't really think about what he's saying. He just says what evers off the top of his head. So it can sound like a bit of a jumbled mess sometimes.

He likes to sing with you. Even though he's not as good, it's still fun! He loves the sound of your voice. Usually preferring you’re singing over the original song.

If you're able to keep his attention long enough to teach him how to play chess. He’ll get super competitive, not that he's good at it at all. He asks Rei to help him figure out how to beat you. Fourteen books, three naps, and two snacks later and he has a strategy. He just moves his pawns as a distraction and punches his knights up from both sides trying to captcher your king.

He’s only ever got checkmate 3 times. The first time is from the little ditty he pulled on you. Then the other two times were out of pure luck.

“OH OOH! CHECKMATE! I DID IT! I'M THE KING! YAAA!” He’s so proud of himself!

Nagisa would definitely giggle at your perverted humor. But he would also blush quite a bit. He sends you cursed animal memes.

He loves hugging and holding on to you. You share a physical love language. Nagisa will play with your fingers kissing them one at a time. Get distracted touching your hair. Cursing your cheek. Resting his chin on your shoulder and running his hands up and down the soft skin of your arms. You can occupy him with your presents alone.

He does have a hard time understanding why you're so dedicated to school/work. He much rather go out and do something. But he's not pushy about it. He’ll sit with you until you're done with your work. He’ll hum a song or two, and maybe go out to buy you some snakes.

“Come on! Do you have to finish it today?”

“Yes Nagisa! This is important.”

“Hummm, Okay…”

Nagisa would think it's so cool that you can speak different languages. He’ll ask all about how you learned them and if you lived in those certain places. Would like you to teach him a little, out of curiosity.

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I’d match you with…Sting!

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Despite taurus and sagittarius seeming to conflict. They both have the right amount of patients to learn from each other and build a strong relationship.

You get along very well with Sting. He admires your ambition and dedication. He often brags about how smart and talented you are. His drive is fueled by yours.

He really enjoys being close with you. Sting will tip your chin up with one finger. Softly rubbing your cheek and placing a warm loving kiss on it. He will pick you up and carry you around. Kiss you with every hello and goodbye. And hold you so close, for everyone to see.

He would love to have you sit on his lap and read to him while he sits on his guild master throne. Or serenade him.

You would both giggle and laugh at perverted jokes.

He just wants to speed time with you. Going out, staying in. Whatever you suggest. He also enjoys taking you to dinners with live bands.

Sting finds the fact you can speak different languages really attractive. He thinks you're flawless, his absolute dream girl. Your relationship would be very soft hearted..

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I'm so sorry this took me forever to get to!!! 😰 But I'm back now and I hope you enjoyed it!💖