#i think it's male?? it's got super long leggies

[kirstielol]

my green bottle blue tarantula 🫶

[cobrakiin]

I Wouldn't Fall For Someone I Thought Couldn't Misbehave

Cojeel | Mentioned Lulev + Stingue | Rated: M (Nothing Super Explicit but ends with Very Spicy Fluff)

When Gajeel signed on for helping re-stabilize the Magic Council after the bombings, he didn't expect all the redundant paperwork, nosy coworkers, or the smokin' hot redhead that likes to play dangerous games with him.

And he should really learn to lock his front door... but why should he? He's practically rewarded for leaving it unlocked!

Aka the post-Rhodonite/Road Knight oneshot that my brain decided to inspire me to write by repeatedly chanting "COBRA SHOW HIS LEGGY" repeatedly until I finished writing it.

[AO3] [FFN]

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"Everything okay?"

"Nn?"

"You've been quiet," Levy reiterated.

"'Course I am, I've got all these bullshit reports to do," Gajeel grumbled, motioning to the mess of papers on his desk. "If I'd known helping clean up after the Council was gonna involve so much goddamn paperwork, I would've told 'em I can't read and saved a hundred trees."

"That's very noble of you," Levy said, unconvincingly flat. She leaned her elbow on her desk, resting her chin in her hand. Her honey brown eyes narrowed, watching him suspiciously. "I meant that you haven't seemed to be your usual self recently. You've been way more distracted lately."

He snorted dismissively. "I ain't you. Sue me for findin' never-ending paperwork boring."

"Come to think of it," Levy ploughed on, "It started right after that mission to recapture that Oracion Seis member." She tapped her index finger against her chin, feigning thought. "And he got away…"

Gajeel sharply eyed her.

His position in the New Magic Council was… unique. Gajeel was only handed cases regular Rune Knights couldn't handle - he was a Dragonslayer whose magic made near-unbreakable iron objects and also happened to be an expert tracker, so he became the guy who could track and capture the more elusive, difficult targets.

An escaped, dark mage Dragonslayer? Right up his alley.

Officially… Gajeel had found Cobra, but the sudden issue of an active child trafficking ring took precedence and Cobra 'got away' in the mess of it all.

Unofficially… Gajeel had found Cobra and they'd exchanged blows at first. Testing each other until Cobra's real target had revealed itself. Then the two Dragonslayers tore those kidnappers to shreds. Once the kids were safe with Council forces, Gajeel had managed to track Cobra down again a few remote towns over. (Gajeel tracked him; Cobra didn't 'let' Gajeel find him again - nope! Finding him again was all Gajeel!) And that's where everything got a lot messier and a lot hotter… and a lot stickier...

Dragons were very much creatures that abided by the Universal Law of the Four F's - food, fight, flee, or fuck - sometimes there was a Fifth F in there, too… something about "Friend" or whatever.

Gajeel meeting Natsu? Fight on sight.

Meeting Laxus? Yeah, there was a Fight, but Gajeel was a little more honest with himself these days that he had actually wanted to Flee the Thunder God.

Wendy and Rogue? He guessed that's where "Friend" came in. Maybe also Food somewhere mixed up in there; they both really needed to eat more. That counted, right?

That blonde idiot mated to his brother? Well… if Sting weren't practically plastered to Rogue's side every waking minute of the day, Gajeel wouldn't mind a Fight with him. (Besides, the guy reminded him too much of Salamander.)

But meeting Cobra? That was the first time his inner dragon skipped past all the other F's - looked right at that cocky little shit-eating elf - and decided on Fuck. And it soon became apparent that Cobra's inner dragon had come to the same conclusion about Gajeel.

It was not at all what he had expected when he'd been handed that case file. He'd expected a Fight and not a Fuck. And while he got both - he was getting plenty of the second one. Even now.

He wasn't stupid: Cobra would do a lot more good out there slaughtering slavers than locked back up for, what? Crimes he committed as a teenager? (Following that mission, Gajeel had checked what was left of Cobra's file after the bombings. While he was sure the redhead had done much worse than what was in there, legally all they could hold him on now was "association with dark mages" and a couple of assassinations they "suspected" him of.) Killing traffickers the Council couldn't (or wouldn't) go after was basically community service, in Gajeel's opinion.

An added plus to all that "community service" was that Cobra sometimes showed up after Gajeel was done with a mission. Always approached him alone, always knew where they wouldn't be seen, always teasing so many somethings without saying anything directly. And sometimes whispered somethings led to somewheres - like the bed of a shitty inn for the night or a tent deep in the woods... or that alley behind that diner that one time.

"It's okay to give yourself some slack, you know," Levy's voice dragged him unwillingly out of his thoughts. "Sure, you didn't catch him. But you saved twelve kids and stopped more from being kidnapped. That's an accomplishment, too!"

Gajeel rolled his eyes. He 'hasn't been himself'... tch, yeah - 'cause he's been getting regularly fuckin' laid! He wanted to brag and practically had to bite his tongue to force himself not to.

"I don't really care that much about catching him," he half-lied. He did want to catch Cobra - to keep chasing and catching him, over and over - he just didn't want to arrest the poison dragon. "I ain't beating myself up over that. I've- Look. It's somethin' else, okay?"

The short bluenette blinked her surprise at him before her mouth widened into a smirk. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay," she said, pretending to go back to her own stack of reports. "I thought you might have been upset about the Cobra situation. But from that reaction, I'd almost guess you were seeing someone."

Gajeel forced a scowl in an attempt to squash the heat rising to his face. "So? Even if I was - and I'm not sayin' I am - it's not a fuckin' crime." Except that in his case, it most certainly was. He snorted indignantly. "I didn't bother you half this much when you an' cosplay girl went away on that gal-pal trip to that couples-only hotspring."

Levy's eyebrows immediately arched at that. "Gajeel, you sent me a text message that contained a book, a bunny, and a scissor emoji. Fourteen times." She shook her head. "Lucy saw it and almost passed out from embarrassment because she doesn't know what a kind, supportive asshole you are."

He spluttered. "Don't remember, didn't happen."

"If you ever start dating someone, just know I'm going to have my revenge. Tenfold."

TWUNNNG.

The sound of a lone, reverberating guitar string being plucked played as his lacriphone buzzed in his pocket. (With his tough skin, he couldn't always feel when his phone vibrated. When he had first started using it, he had the notification sound set to an annoyed cat's meow, but Pantherlily refused to go out on missions with him if he didn't have his phone set to silent. Reluctantly, he'd change it to a guitar twang to appease his friend.)

The lock screen showed he had two messages from a number he didn't recognize.

The first message was an image. Taken from a bathtub... his bathtub! In his house! A leg - warm chestnut skin dripping wet as soap streaked down the exposed, toned thigh - casually hung over the side of his bathtub, suds and the shimmer of the overhead light on the water obscuring anything more tantalizing lurking below.

Light, faint purpling could be seen on the inner flesh of the thigh, and Gajeel's mouth went half-dry at the memory of suckling and pinching the soft skin there between his fangs.

The second message flat-out taunted Gajeel: [You should really learn to lock your doors, Mr. Councilman... who knows what kind of criminal could break in?]

Gajeel could practically feel the blood rushing from his rapidly blanking mind to somewhere much, much lower. He managed to hold back the approving, dragonish purr that threatened to rumble from his very core.

"So you are seeing someone," Levy troublesomely commented over Gajeel's shoulder, causing Gajeel to jolt and nearly fumble his phone onto the floor. That sneaky little shrimp! When the fuck did she even get there?! "You know, you don't have to hide it, we're friends. Who is she?"

Right. The pic was only of a leg. (And it was a fuckin' nice leg, the guy had a great pair of them with a perfect, shapely ass to match.) All Levy had seen was a leg. Sent from a burner phone, not that she'd know that just from the quick peek. Nothing identifiable.

Taking a few calming breaths, Gajeel grit his fangs in a friendly yet dismissive frown. "It's a he, Shrimpy. Don't go makin' assumptions 'bout who I bed." Despite how they picked on each other, she was his friend, and he'd toss her that one bone. "And he would prefer if my work life didn't go poking into our personal life. As a matter of fact, so would I."

Levy feigned thought for a moment. But the teasing, troublesome glint in her eyes remained. "You mean to tell me that he doesn't want to be seen with a grown man that collects Hello Kitten merchandise and refuses to lock his own front door?"

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It was impossible to ignore the other male's scent in his home, warmly dampened by a recent bath. Gajeel tossed his uniform coat on the hook by the door and kicked his boots off in a hurry. The scent carried into the kitchen, where it was obvious a certain home invader had definitely helped himself to the contents of Gajeel's fridge, and he followed it to the living room and to who he knew was waiting there for him.

Gajeel knew who he was dealing with by now: Cobra went where he pleased, when he pleased. Nothing could hold him in one place for long and, knowing how much Cobra valued his freedom, Gajeel didn't care to try. Besides... the redhead was just as enticing whether he was standing in front of him or walking away - neither was a bad view.

And it wasn't a bad view that waited for him at all.

Freshly bathed and stretching the length of the couch lounged a certain redheaded poison dragon. His hair was still damp and… and Gajeel had to blink a few times, because Cobra was wearing his clothes: a loose black t-shirt and pair of gray sweatpants, both a little big on his lithe frame.

"What," the lounging elf playfully sneered, "Did you stop for flowers?"

Gajeel crossed the space between them in two strides and practically dove into the arms of the smaller man. Their mouths met and the battle for dominance began. And Cobra pulled, fought back in their embrace; he didn't lay there passively. Cobra was flexible and could move with ease, but Gajeel had more mass on his side and used it to his advantage as he rolled them both off the couch and onto the carpet.

He managed to pin Cobra beneath him, settling his hips between Cobra's legs, and almost losing all rational thought as he rutted against him.

The iron dragon's lips parted as a husky growl rumbled from his throat and slipped out past his fangs: "So ya broke in, used all my hot water, stole my clothes, and cleaned out my fridge? And you expect me to let you get away with that for free?"

Gajeel was far from mad. Cobra being in his house, seeing Cobra wearing his clothes, knowing his mate was sated by food he provided - it was all pulling right at that primal, possessive side of him in all the right ways.

"Not breaking in if you don't lock your doors," Cobra replied cooly. "You were practically asking for it."

Gajeel wanted to fuck him through the goddamn floor right there and then.

"Let's play a game," Cobra said, mouth still so close that their lips brushed with each word, single violet eye glinting up at the man above him.

"Yeah? Since when do you wanna play games...?"

Smirking, Cobra pulled back, knowing just how to egg Gajeel on: "If you're afraid you'll lose, I could always-"

Gajeel silenced him with a kiss, pressing him firmly against the floor with his body. "I like winning games," he rumbled, "'Specially against you."

"If I can pin you to the couch, I get to fuck you," Cobra explained the first part of the game.

The iron dragon immediately perked to attention. He loved when Cobra spoke dirty, and loved the sound of this game - just as much as Cobra knew he would. "That sounds kinda one-sided," he said, though he shifted his weight in anticipation anyways.

"Let me finish," the redhead scolded him, enjoying the way Gajeel's breath hitched as he pressed himself flush against him. Cobra's hand slid between them, sliding down, and his palm paid special, gripping attention to a growing bulge in Gajeel's pants. "If you can get me upstairs, you can tie me to the bed and do whatever you want to me."

Gajeel clenched his eyes shut as Cobra's hand squeezed suddenly, firmly, as a faint groan escaped him. "Really, you're s-sure?"

"Yeah," Cobra confirmed. It hadn't been too long ago that the thought of being tied up and fucked would have made him recoil, but he trusted Gajeel. He knew Gajeel had a thing for bondage and trusted him to not take things too far - and Gajeel wanted to show him that trust was not misplaced.

Iron claws surfaced and flexed, hungry fangs peeked out of Gajeel's mouth in barely contained urge. "Funny, you gave yourself the closer spot."

"You've got more muscle on your side."

"You've got fancy ears, you know what I'm gonna do," Gajeel pointed out.

Cobra gingerly traced a finger down Gajeel's jaw, fangs glinting in a devilish little grin. "When's that ever stopped you...?"

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"Hn?" Gajeel cocked a studded brow, noting how easily his fingers had gone in.

The tied-up redhead under him still somehow managed to scrape up enough cockiness in his voice: "I was ready for either of us to win tonight."

"Ya mean ta tell me that you were up here pleasing yerself in MY bed and you just let me sit at my desk ALL FUCKEN DAY?!"

[cloppyreads]

Plans for the future (Ramble)

Right, so, two posts relating to Pride, one of them composed, the other one me being a total unfiltered butthole. I was going to touch upon this in the former post, but then considered that I wanted to have more room to talk about it in its own post instead. I got one more thing to say kinda/sorta related to Pride, but after that I’m moving onto new things. Let’s talk future fanfics!

Kind of like how I made an Explicit spin-off taking place during chapter 3 showing Nick and Judy having sex the night before she proposed to him, I want to do another spin-off showing them consummating their marriage after the end of the final chapter. I don’t get the chance to do this often, but I do like the idea of making a lengthy SFW story, but then making side-stories taking place within the same plot which is basically showing what I can’t show in the SFW story itself. It’s not gonna be that long, just some good old fashioned marital sex between newlyweds, but hopefully it’ll be a nice read if you’re like me and never get tired of mushy romantic wildehopps sex. I’ve already started working on the first draft, and knowing my rate of working and getting it proofread and revised to the final version, I’ll probably have it published... I dunno, the 25th, maybe? School starts on the 28th for me, so I’m making it my goal to have that published before school carries out its plan to stop me from having as much fun as possible.

After that, I’m more than ready to start work on the winner of the strawpoll I posted months ago, the winner of that being... wait, hold on, what? 

Last time I checked, the threesome with Nick, Judy and Mrs. Wilde was in the lead. Now it’s Nick, Judy and their son James, the hybrid OC child of theirs. Did not expect that one. o.o Being truthful guys, I don’t think now’s a good time for me to make that story. I’ve only featured James in two stories, and I don’t want to sound like I’m berating myself, but I feel like he doesn’t have much personality past “he’s their child, that’s his character”. I want to make at least ONE story where he’s the main character, so I can have a chance to give him more of a personality, show his strengths and weaknesses, how he interacts with the rest of the world aside from his parents, make him feel like he has some depth and range. After I develop him a little more, then I’ll come back to the idea of him having a delicious incestuous romp with his parents, but for now, I’m gonna have to prolong that. Sorry guys; I really should have thought of that beforehand and not even made it a poll choice. You can crucify me for that if you want. >.> That aside, I think I’ll go ahead and proceed with the runner-up, the threesome with Mrs. Wilde. A number of people have been asking for a sequel to Just Like Your Father, and I think it’s way overdue. Unfortunately by the time I get to work on that, school will have started, so it’ll take me even longer to complete it and get it published. I want to say that if I get it started the first weekend of school starting, then maybe I’ll be able to get it finished around... October? Either the middle or the end of that month, IDK. But yeah, I will definitely try my hardest to make that a thing. 

Aside from that story, I’ve got more outlines in my gdocs list than is probably healthy (you’ve seen me reblog the post about how authors like to come up with ideas more than actually working on them and publishing them; I wouldn’t say I like it better but it certainly seems to work out that way regardless). Let’s just check and see how many stories I have in my queue... wow, a whopping 29 outlines for fanfic ideas, and now all of them are Zootopia related (I’ll get to that later). I may have a problem on my hands. .__. It pretty much goes without saying that it’s very very VERY unlikely that I’ll ever get to finishing all 29 stories even though I’ve got them all planned out and ready to begin construction whenever I want to do so. With my rate of completion being one month at the shortest and four months (or never) at the longest, then that’s looking like... 2 1/2 years to 9 years writing out all those stories, and the idea of me writing fanfics for another decade while trying to push for a career to support myself and pay back my student loans is just unrealistic. However, I do want to see how many of these I can bring to the public in the next year or two, so whatever, we’ll just have to see what happens. 

On the subject of my gargantuan story queue, I’ve played around with the idea of doing a Christmas themed story for Zootopia. Thing is, if I were to do it, I’d have to start work on it like, before the end of October. I’ve learned through experience that posting stories near holidays tends to have the reception be dead on arrival, so it would have to hit the front page of AO3 and ff.net probably within the first or second week of December for anyone to find time to read it at all. 

Unrelated to Zootopia, some of you might have noticed that I posted an MLP clopfic about a month ago. Yeah. Daybreaker episode really hit the right buttons for me, couldn’t fight the urge to write something related to it. I’m still not fully back on the MLP viewing train, but a few episode premises have tempted me to watch them, and I’ve been pleasantly surprised to see the quality lived up to the hype. I do have a number of MLP outlines that I made a while ago and have been gathering dust for the past two years, but depending on my mood and if people want them badly enough, I might be tempted to dig a few of them up and give another look at them. Other than that outlines I’ve abandoned from long ago, I went ahead and wrote up one for a sequel to Burning Desire just because I was bored, so if people want to read more Evil Celestia bondage, I could probably do that. Might make another strawpoll for MLP stories specifically, IDK, we’ll see. 

Other than Zootopia and MLP, I’m curious: are people interested in me writing stories for other series? I’ve got a few outlines that I wrote up for Undertale back when they hype was in full swing (before Zootopia took over my life) and while I’m not as crazy about it as I used to be, I’m still somewhat interested in bringing them to public light. Aside from that, I’ve got a Gravity Falls outline that takes place years after the ending of the series (which I might hold onto, just in the event that there’s some big event that concerns the series taking place in the future and it revives the fandom). Plus, while I’m not super into Pokemon, I’ve been curious about doing some male/male Mewtwo/Lucario erotica, which would require me to watch both movies and read up on the lore of the characters so I don’t end up writing a story without knowing what I’m talking about.  Oh and weird one that occurred to me about a week ago: would anyone be interested in a Leggy Lamb story? I know that’s kind of out of left field, and pretty late to the game since she gained meme status a few years ago, but I haven’t seen anyone else do it before, so IDK. Would anyone give a crap if I wrote something focusing on her?  Aside from stories based on copyrighted properties owned by mega corporations, I’ve also considered writing stories about OC’s of furry artists that I’m a fan of. Not sure if anyone who follows me is aware of @atrolux‘s OC characters Kyra and Amon, but I’ve been kicking around the idea of writing a story about how they first met (the artist himself is busy drawing up a comic about their first time having sex, but I was planning on writing about the few days before that, during the time that they’re still getting to know each other before things get lewd between them). If I was going to do it, I’d most likely wait until he’s finished with the comic and published the entire thing, but I’m just putting that out there to see if anyone following me is interested in such a thing.  I’ve also thought of doing a story about a certain brother and sister belonging to a very talented and very well known artist in the furry community, but I ain’t saying no names because I haven’t talked to him at all, so I don’t want to open my big mouth without getting his thoughts on it first (if he even acknowledges my request at all when I send it). 

Also, I don’t want to make it a big deal, because my life isn’t in danger or anything, but I have since the beginning of the year found out that I’ve got some repressed anxiety making things a little difficult for me, like messing with my sleeping habits and making it hard for me to keep food down. I don’t know if it’s school, loans, the state of the country, me constantly pushing myself to keep up a consistent writing pattern or all of it (probably all of it), but yeah, it’s having some very undesirable effects on me. I’m taking medication for it and exercising more which helps out a bit, but just be aware that I am having to pace myself so that I don’t overwork myself into a panic attack. I do enjoy writing and getting a response from people, but it is pretty exhausting to keep this up.  And while I’m on the subject: I know that a lot of followers like to do the whole “holy crap, you’re alive!?” thing after an author has been inactive for a while, and they don’t mean anything malicious by it, but... ugh.  Look, there’s two types of fanfic writers. The first is those who fart out stories in a few days, don’t read them once or even have someone else read them, and post them on a weekly basis just so their name keeps popping up on the front page of whatever site they’re posting on. The second type are those who actually give a damn about their stories, spend as much time as they need to tell it right, then spend even more time rereading it, fixing errors, having someone else read it, fixing the errors THEY point out, and then posting it once its been made as good as humanly possible. That is a LONG PROCESS. I care about my stories, I want them to be as good as I can make them, because I don’t want them to fall into the stereotype of “typical badly written fanfic”. There’s already too much of that, and neither I nor you deserve to be given more of that trash. So I know that some of you are joking when you say things like “holy crap, I thought you were dead”, but it’s really annoying. Give me some time to actually make my work quality, will ya? 

so there you have it, that’s what’s sitting on my plate for the next little while: A buttload of stories, agonizing school and loans, and anxiety problems. FUN!  Once I’ve had some time to finish this wedding consummation story and officially break ground on Mrs. Wilde’s sequel, I’ll think about putting some strawpolls up to see what other stories people want to see from me. Thanks for being patient with me y’all.