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[ignitedbynatsu]

He Makes You Feel Insecure ~ Rogue

A/N: let it be known that I finally managed to update at the deadline I set myself 🥳 I'm so sorry I was gone this past week but college was getting hella busy so I had to focus on that this past week but I'm backkk. Thanks to everyone who stuck around, I missed you all and can't wait to get to the requests ❤️

Genre: angst to fluff

Warnings: swearing, insecurities (he makes you feel too childish)

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A loud crash could be heard followed by your and Sting's laughter filling the guild. You quickly fled the scene and hid behind Rogue while stifling your laughter.

You had played the oldest prank in the book on Minerva. A water bucket on a half-open door. You'll never understand how the brilliant mage fell for that one, but she did, resulting in you hiding from her wrath.

"(Y/N)! Sting!" Minerva screeched as the water dripped down her hair.

"We're sorry Minerva-san, we just couldn't pass the opportunity" you apologize on your and Sting's behalf, but it was nowhere near sincere As you both were still doing everything in your power to not burst out in laughter. It wasn't even that funny, but to you and Sting it was hilarious.

"I swear I'm dating a child" the annoyance that was latched on to the words made you immediately stop laughing. Surely he didn't mean for it to come out that harsh, right?

"I'm sorry, what was that" a soft smile still playing on your lips, but that was quickly wiped off when you met his cold gaze.

"I said that you're fucking childish, (Y/N). It was bad enough having Sting act this way, but with you encouraging him and even joining him? I feel like I'm in a fucking daycare. Grow up, will you" Sting laughter also died down as he saw his friend take his frustrations out on you. "Hey, man, that's not cool-"

"No, Sting, it's fine. I- uh- I'll see you all tomorrow" even Minerva shook her head in disappointment as she observed your slumped shoulders as you left the guild. She didn't miss the tears starting to form either.

The rest of the day everyone felt that they were walking on eggshells around Rogue, not daring to get on his bad side. They felt bad for you. Sure you could be a little annoying with all the pranks you pulled, but they all knew it was just good fun. You never meant any harm and just wanted to make the guild feel a little more like home.

That homeyness that you seemed to bring everywhere you went, was gone the next day. Your usual colourful outfits were replaced by dull grey and black clothes. They even were certain that they hadn't seen you crack a smile once that day.

"Hey, (Y/N)! I got this amazing idea for a prank and-" you interrupted Sting before he could elaborate his grand idea "thank you, Sting, but I'll have to decline."

You had never refused a prank before, nor had he ever heard you talk that formal "that's it"

You raised an eyebrow at him as he stormed off to God knows where.

You hated turning him down. After all, you had been itching all day to break this facade, but it was for the best. It'll pay off in the long run you kept telling yourself. After all, you couldn't imagine a world where you'd have to live without Rogue. So if that meant you'd have to change your personality a little bit, you wouldn't even hesitate to make that sacrifice.

Meanwhile, Sting had left to go find Rogue. He knew that his best friend was the only one who could put an end to this "is this what you wanted?"

"I have no clue what you are talking about" Rogue replied as he turned around to meet the fuming blonde.

"You seriously don't see how miserable you made (Y/N)?" He scoffed as Rogue looked around to spot you. It took him some time as he did not expect you to wear something so... Colourless. "You haven't even spoken to her today, have you?"

"I decided that I was way out of line yesterday and that I should give her some time" he explained. Did you really think you needed to change just to please him?

"How kind of you" Rogue was surprised by the sweet words coming out of Sting's mouth, but when he turned back to the said boy he was met by a harsh glare "now go fix it"

"What if I make it worse" the guilty was slowly eating him alive as he dared to steal another glance at you.

"You can't possibly make it worse than it already is" Sting dismissed his insecurities

"Fro thinks so too!" Rogue's head snapped towards the Exceed "Frosch?"

"It's three against one here" Lector also piped up as the three stared at him expectingly.

The raven-haired sighed, knowing he should do something to fix his mistakes, so he took a deep breath, gathered all his courage and headed towards his girlfriend. He never thought he'd feel this scared again to talk to you.

"(Y/N)... Can we talk?" He wanted to sound confident but when you looked at him and not even spared him a small smile, he felt like he wanted to sink back into the shadows.

"Of course, what is it you'd like to talk with me about?" Rogue cringed how smooth your tone was. No unnecessary intonation, no shouting, no expression. Everything was dull and blank.

"Why are you acting like this" your eyes went wide for a second. Were you still not living up to his expectations? Was it too little? Too much? You had no clue.

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you are talking about" you replied swiftly, covering up any traces of emotions you had just shown. "Did you not want me to stop acting like a child?"

"Yes, but-" "and is what I'm doing not exactly that what you asked me to do?" "Yeah... But-" Rogue was getting frustrated, but he knew he had no right to snap at you again.

"Then I don't see the relevance of this conversation. I'll be heading home now. I'll see you tomorrow" with that you placed a kiss on his cheeks and headed back out of the guild.

Rogue's attempts at covering up his frustration were in vain as you could read him like an open book. Afraid to get yelled at again you hastily decided to head back home. Ready to scream or punch something just to get your own frustrations out.

After the failed attempts of him making it up to you, you managed to put up your facade for a week, until one day you just didn't show up. You didn't notify Sting or Rogue in advance, which you normally do, you were just too tired to deal with anyone.

"Has (Y/N) told you she wasn't coming today?" Rogue's anxiety was through the roof. He nearly burned a whole town to the ground when he lost Frosch. Imagine what he'd do if he didn't know where you, his significant other was. "No"

"I'm going to her house" with that Rogue left in an attempt to find you. Luckily for him, you were indeed just at your house.

Your stomach dropped at the sound of someone knocking at your door. You were tired, no, exhausted even. You hated that you had to pretend that you were someone that you're not, but it was all for a good cause you kept telling yourself, and yet you couldn't muster the energy to keep up that facade.

"(Y/N)? Please tell me your home" your heart broke at the sound of his voice. The worry and desperateness were caused because of you. Once again you were not good enough.

You opened the door ever so slightly, just enough, so he could make out that it was in fact you. "Thank God you're here"

"I'm sorry for not giving a heads-up. I promise I'll be back tomorrow" you promised him as you were about to shut the door again, but he stopped you by placing his own hand against the door.

"(Y/N), please, we need to talk" you contemplated for a minute, weighing the pros and the cons "please"

You slowly opened the door further as a signal for him to come in.

The sight in front of him shattered his heart. Your eyes were red and puffy. Your figure was completely slouched and your arms were wrapped around your middle, hugging yourself, in an attempt to shield yourself away from.

"I'm sorry I probably look like a cry baby right now-" he stopped you before you could finish your excuse "hey, no, none of that"

"I want to tell you something and I need you to listen without you interrupting me, okay?" You nodded your head at his request and waited patiently as he continued. "First and foremost I'd like to apologize for my behaviour last week. I shouldn't have worked out my frustration on you and I shouldn't have attacked you like that."

You nodded your head at his apology "second, I want you to know that you should never change your personality. Especially not for me. I love you, (Y/N). And when I say that, I mean every piece of you. Your good and your bad traits. If fell in love with you for who you are, and not the person you've been portraying as the last week."

"Please go back to your old self. I'd rather have a childish person as my girlfriend than a fraud that's clearly exhausted by putting on a facade. I really am sorry for making you feel like you had to change for me" by now you were full-on crying. Maybe it was because of Rogue's kind words, maybe it was because of the exhaustion, maybe a bit of both. All you cared about now was being in his arms and feeling loved.

"It's okay" you whispered as placed your head on his chest as he planted a kiss on your head.

"It really isn't. That's why I'd like to make it up to you" you broke the hug to look up at him as a mischievous glint was sparkling in his eyes "how about we prank Sting?"

"I'd love to, but for now let's just watch a film and cuddle" you smiled at his idea as you had never pranked Sting before since you always prank others together.

"Anything for you, princess" that's how you spend the rest of your evening in each other's arms, with him reassuring you every once in a while that he loves you and that you should never change.

[justauthoring]

if i started writing for fairy tail again, would anyone be interested?

its coming back and im currently rewatching it! i know fairy tail isn't super popular in the x reader community but id love to write for it if people would like?

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[yoursillydoll]

Rogue Cheney as your boyfriend

he fell in love as soon as he met you. this feeling deepened with each subsequent meeting.

you quickly became almost as important to him as Frosch (Frosch loves you so much too!)

he suggested that you should join Sabertooth (so he could be closer to you, but he didn't admit it).

he promised you that he would not allow anyone to hurt you.

accompanies you on every mission. always makes sure that it will not be too dangerous.

but you have proven to him many times that you are a great mage and he does not have to worry about you so much (despite this, you think that his behavior is sweet).

he confessed his love to you after you beat half of the dark guild's members alone. he didn't plan it, he was just amazed by you.

he felt so happy when you said "I love you too"

Rogue loves when you play with his hair. puts his head on your lap when you do this and often falls asleep. this is a proof he feels safe with you.

it was you who asked Sting to babysit Frosch, because Rogue was too afraid to leave his friend alone. but you really wanted to have some time just for you two.

after a while he admitted you right - kissing without Frosch looking at you was the best feeling ever.

because yeah, he loves kissing with you. his favourite place to kiss you are your thighs.

good morning and good night kisses.

loves to travel with you all over Fiore.

he's a little jealous when you talk to other men, but you have your own ways to show that you only belong to him.

Rogue loves your voice and can spend whole night talking with you on any topic.

when he says he wants to train with you, it's probably an excuse so he can watch you.

but you quickly herd him to real training. "you will get your reward in the end"

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Show Me Your Hell

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Future Rogue has lived through seven years of hell, and he swears you wouldn’t last a day in it. You should’ve let that slide, really. You should’ve nodded, stayed quiet, let him bask in his own tragic misery.

But no.

You had to go and say “prove it.”

Now, you’re pressed against a wall with ropes at your wrists, teeth at your throat, and a war criminal between your thighs.

Congrats. You played yourself.

The air was thick with the scent of charred stone and blood, a suffocating reminder of the battle that had just torn through the land. Smoke curled in lazy tendrils around the ruins, twisting like ghosts over what remained of the city. Bodies littered the ground, some groaning, some still. And in the midst of it all, you lay among the debris, barely conscious, your body aching from the impact of whatever had sent you crashing into the rubble.

Footsteps. Slow, deliberate. Heavy with purpose.

Through the haze, a shadow loomed over you, blocking out the smoldering remains of the sky. You forced your eyes open, vision swimming as the figure came into focus. Pale hair. Crimson gaze. A presence that was colder than the ruin surrounding him.

Rogue Cheney.

But not the Rogue you knew. This was the man they called Future Rogue, hardened by years of war, loss, and something darker. His expression was unreadable, his stance one of indifference—like he had seen a thousand versions of this moment before and already decided how it would end.

For a long, harrowing second, he simply stared at you. His eye flickered over your form, scanning for any sign of threat, for any reason to justify ending you right here and now. And then—

He hesitated.

The shift was subtle, barely noticeable, but you caught it in the way his gaze sharpened, in the faintest hitch of breath that you wouldn't have noticed if you weren’t watching him so closely. His lips parted slightly, as though he were about to say something, but instead, he simply muttered under his breath.

"You look like her."

Your mind reeled, searching for meaning in those words. Her? Who was she? The way his fingers twitched at his sides, the flicker of something—not pain, not grief, but something close—crossing his features told you it wasn’t a simple resemblance. No, whoever you reminded him of had meant something to him once.

And that was the only reason you were still breathing.

Future Rogue exhaled slowly, the moment slipping away as quickly as it had come. Whatever memory had just resurfaced, he buried it as swiftly as he had unearthed it. He turned sharply on his heel, his cape whipping through the smoke, as if he had already decided you weren’t worth his time.

And yet, he didn’t leave.

Instead, without looking back, he spoke, voice as cold and cutting as the wind that blew through the ruins.

"Get up."

Your body screamed in protest as you pushed yourself onto your elbows, wincing. "What—?"

His red eye flicked to you, unreadable. "If you want to keep breathing, move. Now."

There was no warmth in his words, no kindness, only the weight of something unspoken—something you couldn't yet understand. But you knew better than to question it.

So you stumbled to your feet, the taste of ash thick on your tongue, and followed him into the unknown.

And for the first time since the battle began, you wondered if surviving was the better option after all.

—

The fire crackled between you, its glow flickering across the ruins like embers licking at the edges of a dying world. The scent of smoke and blood still hung in the air, a testament to the chaos that had unfolded only hours before. You should be afraid. You should be running. But instead, you sat across from the man responsible, watching the flames dance in his crimson eye as he spoke.

"You don’t understand what’s coming," Rogue said, voice low, even, as if he were stating a simple fact rather than sealing the fate of an entire world. His fingers traced the edge of his sheathed sword, lazy, absentminded, as if he were contemplating whether or not to draw it. “The dragons return, and with them, a future carved in fire and shadow. No more weakness. No more compromise.”

You didn’t speak, didn’t move, only met his gaze through the wavering heat between you.

It should have bothered you—how easily he spoke of destruction, how casually he dismissed the present as if it were nothing more than a temporary inconvenience. But what unsettled him, perhaps more than he was willing to admit, was the way you didn’t look away. No fear. No trembling hands. Just quiet, unwavering attention.

A flicker of something passed through his expression. Not hesitation—Rogue Cheney didn’t hesitate. But a shift, something near imperceptible, buried beneath the weight of all he had lost.

"You think this world is worth saving?" he asked, tilting his head. His lips curled, the ghost of a smirk there and gone in an instant. "Or are you just too naive to see what’s coming?"

Your arms crossed over your chest. "Maybe I just don’t scare easy."

The embers in his gaze burned hotter. A slow, humorless chuckle left his lips, dark and smooth as the shadows pooling at his feet.

“Interesting,” he murmured, his eye flashing.

Something curled in your stomach—not quite fear, but the sense that you had just stepped over an unseen line. That you had piqued something in him that had nothing to do with battle, nothing to do with war. This wasn’t admiration. This wasn’t intrigue.

This was hunger.

But not for love. Not for tenderness.

A release.

His fingers tapped against the hilt of his sword once before he leaned back against the ruined stone, eye still pinned to you like a predator who had finally found a challenge worth pursuing.

“Then let’s see how long that lasts.”

The fire burned low, embers crackling softly beneath the weight of silence. Rogue leaned back against the jagged remains of a fallen pillar, red eye locked onto you like a hunter waiting for his prey to make the wrong move. His fingers drummed idly against his knee, the only tell of his irritation, his restlessness.

"You think you're strong," he mused, his voice a rasp of iron and smoke, hardened by time and loss. "But you wouldn’t last a day in the world I come from."

You tilted your head, watching him through the shifting glow of the flames. He looked at you like he was sizing you up, gauging how much of you would break before you finally shattered.

"You have no idea what seven years of hell does to a person." His voice was lower now, smooth as a blade drawn slow from its sheath. "What it carves out of you. What it leaves behind."

You didn’t flinch. You should have. You should have dropped your gaze, should have let his words sink into your bones and weigh you down the way they were meant to. But you didn’t. Instead, you held your ground, your lips curling ever so slightly.

"Then prove it."

The silence that followed was suffocating. The fire crackled, but it barely registered over the way Rogue's expression darkened, his lips parting slightly in something almost like surprise before it was gone, swallowed by something far more dangerous.

Amusement.

His eye dragged over you, slow, deliberate. The tension stretched, wound tight like a bowstring drawn back just before the shot. And then—

A quiet chuckle, dark and sharp, like flint sparking against steel.

"You want me to prove it?" His voice was silk laced with venom, smooth but lethal. He stood, the flickering firelight casting his shadow long against the broken stone, swallowing up the space between you in an instant.

His gloved fingers caught your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze fully. His grip wasn’t bruising—not yet—but there was something possessive in the way he held you there, something meant to make you understand exactly what you had just challenged.

"You have no idea what you're asking for."

You smirked, the thrill of the moment sending a rush of heat through you. "Then show me."

His pupils dilated, the only sign of his control slipping, just for a moment. Then, with the kind of speed that barely gave you time to react, you were pressed against the crumbling wall, his body flush against yours, the firelight casting wicked shadows across his face.

His breath ghosted over your ear as he murmured, "I'll show you exactly what seven years of hell can do."

The stone wall was cold against your back, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating off Rogue’s body, the sheer force of his presence swallowing up every inch of space between you. He loomed over you, red eye gleaming like embers, sharp and unrelenting, scanning your face like he was looking for the first sign of weakness.

Like he was waiting for you to break.

But you didn’t. You refused.

Even when his gloved fingers traced down the line of your jaw, the pressure just enough to make your pulse hammer, you met his gaze head-on, unyielding.

His smirk deepened, a flicker of teeth visible beneath the dim glow of the fire. “You really don’t know when to be afraid, do you?” he murmured, voice smooth but carrying an edge, like a knife gliding against bare skin.

You swallowed, refusing to react, refusing to let him see just how much he was affecting you.

His grip on your chin tightened—not painful, but firm, commanding. His other hand braced against the stone beside your head, caging you in completely. “It would be so easy,” he mused, his tone almost thoughtful, “to show you exactly what kind of monster I’ve become.”

He leaned in closer, the tip of his nose grazing the shell of your ear as his breath fanned over your skin, warm, almost taunting. "To make you regret ever challenging me."

Your fingers twitched at your sides, breath catching in your throat. His magic pulsed around you, pressing down like a storm ready to break, thick and suffocating, demanding your submission.

But you weren’t going to give it to him.

You smirked instead, tilting your chin just slightly into his hold. “Then do it.”

That was all it took. The thread of restraint snapped.

Before you could blink, his lips crashed against yours, all heat and teeth and raw, unrestrained possession. There was nothing soft about it—this wasn’t a kiss, it was a warning, a declaration, a claim. His gloved fingers threaded into your hair, tilting your head back to take more, to devour every breath you tried to take. His body pressed flush against yours, solid and commanding, leaving no room for doubt about who was in control.

A sharp nip at your lower lip made you gasp, and he used it to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, tasting you, staking his claim.

By the time he finally pulled back, you were breathless, heart hammering against your ribs, your lips swollen and tingling from the force of him.

He studied you for a long moment, thumb brushing over your lower lip as his smirk returned, smug and satisfied. “Not so cocky now, are you?”

You exhaled sharply, meeting his gaze with something just as reckless, just as unhinged.

“You call that proving something?” Your voice was hoarse, but teasing. “I thought seven years of hell would’ve made you better at this.”

A dangerous glint flashed in his eye, and just like that, he was on you again.

And this time, he wasn’t going to stop at just a kiss.

With a growl low in his throat, he grabbed the front of your tattered shirt, fingers curling into the fabric before tearing it apart like it was nothing more than paper. The sound of ripping cloth echoed in the still night air, the cool bite of the wind rushing over your newly exposed skin. Before you could even react, he had his hands on you—hot, rough, claiming—palming over your ribs, your waist, the heat of his gloves dragging against your bare skin as if trying to memorize every inch.

Your breath hitched, but before you could form a response—before you could even think—he had you off the ground, hands gripping your thighs as he hoisted you up against the cold stone wall. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, bodies flush, your hands flying to his shoulders to keep balance, though he held you like he was the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.

“Seven years,” he murmured, voice guttural, raw, teeth grazing the column of your throat as his hips ground against yours, slow, teasing, making you feel exactly how much he wanted this. How much he needed this. “Seven years of fighting, surviving, enduring. You think you can handle that?”

His teeth scraped against your skin again, sharp but not enough to break—just enough to make you shudder, to have you clenching around nothing as your fingers dug into his shoulders.

"Prove it," you whispered back, breathless.

That was all he needed.

His grip on your thighs tightened, and the next thing you knew, he was moving, his body pressing harder against yours, grinding against the heat between your legs through the barrier of his clothes, the friction enough to make you gasp.

His fingers found the last of your remaining clothing and ripped them down, the sudden rush of air against your bare skin making you tremble. The way his magic crackled in the air sent another shiver through you—raw, untamed power barely restrained, threatening to swallow you whole.

"Too late to back out now," he rasped, voice wrecked with hunger as he reached between you, undoing his belt with an almost savage impatience, the clinking of metal making your stomach coil with anticipation. "You're mine now, and I don’t share."

A flicker of something wild passed through Rogue’s crimson gaze as he took a step back, letting you feel the absence of his warmth. It was only for a moment—just long enough for you to catch your breath—before his hands were on you again, gripping your thighs, forcing them apart as he sank to his knees before you.

Your stomach clenched, anticipation coiling hot in your core as you pressed back against the cold stone wall. He wasn’t even touching you yet, but the way his gaze locked onto your bare, exposed skin had you trembling. He looked... hungry. Like a predator about to devour his prey whole.

You expected him to say something, to taunt you, to throw one of his sharp remarks your way.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he grabbed your thighs, his grip bruising as he yanked you forward, pulling you down onto his waiting mouth.

The first stroke of his tongue had your head knocking back against the wall, a strangled gasp escaping your lips. Oh, fuck—

Rogue let out a low, guttural sound—something between a growl and a groan—his breath searing against your sensitive skin. He tasted you like he had something to prove, like he wasn’t just giving you pleasure but taking it for himself, like he was claiming every single inch of you with his tongue.

His fingers dug into your thighs, spreading you wider as he buried himself deeper, devouring you with a fervor that sent heat shooting up your spine. His tongue flicked against your clit, slow at first, controlled—until your hips twitched, your body betraying you with the way you instinctively sought more.

That was all the encouragement he needed.

With a rough growl, he locked his arms around your legs, forcing you against his face as he feasted on you like a man starved. His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking hard enough to make your knees shake, enough to make you whimper—a sound you never meant to make, but one that had him gripping you tighter in response.

His tongue was relentless, switching between slow, teasing licks and rapid flicks, wrecking you with every calculated movement. The heat between your legs was unbearable, your entire body tightening as he worked you over with ruthless precision.

And the worst part? He wasn’t saying a damn thing.

No taunts, no smirks—just the sound of his breath, the occasional low growl vibrating against your sensitive skin, the obscene wet sounds of his mouth working you over like he needed this more than air.

You gasped, your fingers finding their way into his white hair, tugging—needing something to ground you. But that was a mistake. The second your fingers tightened, Rogue groaned against you, his grip tightening, his tongue moving faster—as if he liked that you couldn’t help but hold onto him.

Oh, fuck.

Your thighs threatened to clamp shut around his head, but he didn’t let you. Instead, he let one hand slip from your thigh, his fingers ghosting along your entrance before plunging two inside, curling just right, hitting that spot that had your entire body jolting against him.

"Rogue—" Your voice broke as pleasure surged through you, your vision going hazy, your breath ragged.

He didn’t slow. He didn’t ease you into it. No, the second he realized how close you were, he chased your orgasm like a man hunting his prey—fingers moving harder, tongue flicking faster, sucking, devouring, until your body snapped beneath him.

A sharp cry tore from your throat as the heat exploded, pleasure slamming into you like a tidal wave. You barely registered the way Rogue groaned against you, the way his fingers kept moving, prolonging it, forcing you to take every last second of it until your body was trembling in his grasp.

When he finally pulled away, you were still gasping, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath.

Rogue wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, crimson eye dark and ravenous as he rose to his feet, looming over you once more.

You expected a smug remark. Expected him to say something cocky, to throw your own challenge back in your face.

But instead, he just smirked, tilting his head as he dragged his fingers up your thigh, spreading the mess of slick between your legs with slow, deliberate cruelty.

"You’re already shaking,” he murmured, voice like gravel. "And I haven’t even fucked you yet."

A sharp gasp ripped from your throat as Rogue grabbed you, his fingers digging into your hips as he flipped you around with no more effort than tossing a ragdoll. The cold stone wall scraped against your chest as you were forced forward, your palms barely catching yourself before he yanked your arms behind your back.

A shiver ran down your spine as you felt the familiar twist of magic-infused rope snaking around your wrists, binding them tight.

"You're not running," Rogue growled, his breath hot against your ear. "You're not stopping me."

As if you could—as if you wanted to.

You swallowed hard, your entire body thrumming as his hands roamed, mapping every inch of your exposed skin like he was memorizing it, branding you with the roughness of his touch. He was breathing heavily, raggedly, like he was barely restraining himself, his chest rising and falling against your back.

"You think you can handle me?" Rogue's voice was lower now, more dangerous as he palmed your ass, squeezing—spreading—like he was inspecting his prize. "You think you can survive seven years of hell?"

He kicked your legs apart with his knee, his grip tightening as he yanked you up, arching your back until you were completely at his mercy.

A desperate sound crawled up your throat as you felt the blunt heat of him press against your entrance—thick, heavy, leaking against your slick folds. He didn’t ease in, didn’t wait.

Because Rogue Cheney didn’t wait for anything.

With a brutal thrust, he buried himself inside you, stretching you wide, forcing your body to take every inch of him in one sharp, unyielding stroke.

A strangled cry tore from your lips, your bound hands clenching into fists as your body fought to keep up with the sheer force of him.

Rogue let out a deep, guttural groan, his fingers bruising as they clamped onto your hips, holding you still as he pulsed inside you.

"Fuck," he snarled, his forehead dropping against your shoulder for half a second, like even he wasn’t prepared for how tight you felt around him. "You're taking me so fucking well."

You barely had time to breathe before he moved.

His hips snapped forward, setting a punishing pace, his cock dragging against every oversensitive nerve inside you. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the space around you, mingling with the deep growls that rumbled from Rogue's throat.

"Seven years," he gritted out between thrusts, each snap of his hips harder than the last. "Seven fucking years without—" He slammed into you, his teeth grazing your shoulder. "Without this."

Your moan was punched out of you, your body jerking forward against the wall with every relentless thrust. He was everywhere—all-consuming, raw, feral—taking everything he could, forcing you to take him just as desperately.

"You wanted me to prove it?" Rogue’s voice was a rasp, his breath searing against your ear as he bent over you, pressing your bound wrists against your back. "Then fucking take it."

He angled his hips, and fuck—the new angle had your vision whiting out, had your body clenching around him so hard that he snarled, his fingers bruising as they dug into your waist.

"Shit," he bit out, his movements turning erratic, more desperate, more wild. "You're going to make me fucking lose it—"

You were already gone—your entire body on fire, pleasure coiling so tightly in your gut that you knew you were seconds away from snapping.

"Rogue—" His name fell from your lips in a broken, pleading moan, and that did it.

With a rough snarl, Rogue slammed his hand down over your stomach, pressing hard, making sure you could feel every punishing thrust, making sure you felt him take you to the edge.

And then—everything shattered.

Pleasure ripped through you, your body seizing as your orgasm crashed over you, raw and overwhelming. Rogue groaned, the sound wrecked as he pounded into you, chasing his own release, his hands tightening—his body tensing—until he finally let go.

With a shuddering growl, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock twitching deep inside you as his release filled you, hot and unrelenting. His breath was ragged, his body still trembling as he pressed against your back, his grip firm but possessive.

Silence stretched between you—only the crackling fire and the sound of your shared breathing filled the space. His weight against you was heavy, grounding, even as your body still trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure.

And then—finally—Rogue's lips brushed against your ear, voice low, hoarse.

"You asked for it."

Rogue’s breath was ragged against your ear, his grip unforgiving as he held you in place, every brutal snap of his hips sending you further into oblivion. The pressure inside you was unrelenting, coiling tighter and tighter until it felt like you were teetering at the edge of something devastatingly inevitable.

"Fuck," he snarled, his voice dark, raw, his movements turning frantic, desperate. "You’re squeezing me so fucking tight—"

You could barely breathe, your body writhing beneath his touch as the overwhelming pleasure built to a breaking point. Rogue could feel it—he knew—and instead of slowing, instead of easing you into it, he doubled down, his pace turning merciless.

"Take it," he growled, his grip tightening around your bound wrists as his free hand snaked between your thighs, fingers finding your clit. "Come for me, now."

The sharp command sent fire racing through your veins, the rough press of his fingers tipping you straight over the edge. A wrecked sob tore from your throat as the pleasure exploded, every muscle in your body seizing as you came hard, spasming around him.

Rogue snapped, a guttural groan ripping from his chest as he drove himself deep—so deep—before he let go. His body shuddered, his cock twitching as he spilled inside you, his release hot and endless. His grip on your hips was bruising, his breath harsh against your shoulder as he emptied himself into you, completely, fully, until there was nothing left but the wreckage of what he'd just done to you.

For a moment, neither of you moved. The only sound was the sharp, erratic rhythm of your breaths, the fire crackling quietly behind you. Rogue remained pressed against you, his body still rigid, as if forcing himself to stay grounded, to process what had just happened.

His hands loosened around your wrists first, the rough ropes dissipating into wisps of shadow before they fully disappeared. He didn’t pull away immediately, didn’t let go—not completely. His palm splayed wide over your stomach, possessive, grounding, as if to remind himself that you were real.

And then, finally—his voice, raw and hoarse.

"I warned you."

Your body was still trembling, your cheek pressed against the cold stone, your mind struggling to catch up to everything that had just happened.

And yet—despite all of it—you managed a breathless, taunting smirk.

"Seven years of hell, huh? You’ll have to try harder than that."

Rogue went still.

And then—he laughed.

Low, dark, dangerous.

"Oh, you really don’t know what you just started."

The night burned on.

Whatever restraint Rogue had left—if he had any at all—was completely shattered as the hours stretched. He was an unrelenting force, taking you in every way he wanted, bending you to his will, wrecking you over and over again until all you could do was take it.

He didn't stop.

Not when your body trembled, not when you gasped for breath, not even when you weakly pushed at his chest, only for him to grab your wrists and pin them back down. "You wanted to see hell?" he murmured against your skin, voice a molten whisper of dark amusement. "Then fucking feel it."

And you did.

He took you until you lost track of how many times you had unraveled beneath him, until your body was ruined from the sheer force of him. He wasn’t just chasing his own release—he was driving you to yours, demanding it, again and again, pulling pleasure from you until the pleasure turned to torture.

Each time you thought he was done, his fingers trailed lower, his mouth pressed against your sweat-dampened skin, and his body caged you in again. He was insatiable. And worst of all?

You loved it.

—

The world was quiet when you woke.

Your body ached, sore in places you hadn't even realized could be sore. The remnants of the night still clung to you—heat still simmering beneath your skin, the bruises left in Rogue’s wake still fresh. You shifted, sucking in a sharp breath as the dull throb between your thighs reminded you just how thoroughly you had been taken apart.

A shiver crawled down your spine as memories flashed behind your eyelids.

His teeth scraping over your throat. His grip unyielding on your hips. The way he had held you down, whispering filth into your ear, dragging you to ruin again and again—

You exhaled, shaky, reaching out beside you—

Empty.

Your breath hitched.

The space where Rogue had been was cold.

Your fingers curled against the fabric, the truth settling in your stomach like a stone. You pushed yourself up on unsteady limbs, scanning the dimly lit ruin of your surroundings, half-expecting him to be lingering somewhere in the shadows.

But he was gone.

No note. No lingering warmth. No trace of him left behind.

As if none of it had happened.

As if he had never been here at all.

The only thing that remained was the mark he had left on you.

[e1ectricwords]

Dating: Rogue

Headcannons and stuff:

--> Super sneaky back hugs - these aren't bad but it takes some time to get used to them. He's quiet, and sometimes either he just doesn't let you know he's there or you just don't notice until he's wrapping himself around you from behind. You may jump the first few times, but steadily get used to his touch and the fact that sometimes he's just on you.

--> Poetic and romantic - Rogue definitely strikes me as the type to be reserved but still hold a lot of romance within him, almost old victorican romance coded. Obviously he is also super bashful, but little lines will slip from him before he's even noticed - "your name is my favourite word for love." He will get super embarrassed after but you make sure to keep track of every sweet thing he's ever said. Old romance also strikes me as pressed flowers or dried flower petals, even if its small, it's something that he will do. Rogue definitely seems like the type to find out your favourite flower and search everywhere to find it. Hand written letters too in gorgeous handwriting from a fountain pen.

--> Takes him a while to fall completely - he's definitely closed off at first. Please remember that he canonically destroys the world for Frosch so know that this is the level of love that he has within him. However, once he is settled, he shows so much of his raw self to you.

--> He stares - he will stare. He sometimes doesn't realise it, but you do. It might seem creepy, and to anyone else it is, especially if they don't know your dynamic. His gaze is soft, not harsh, and definitely not cold. Sometimes he just likes to take you all in.

--> He's a bad cook but tries anyway - the very key word here is 'tries'. He's not the best, but he puts on his little apron, and he tries to cook breakfast in bed. He will follow every single recipe point by point, but things will always go wrong.

--> Frosch is the third wheel - sometimes in a good way, sometimes in a bad way. Ultimately, it's practice for potentially having a baby and this is not lost on Rogue. The biggest thing is that if you do not like or get on with Frosch then you will not be with Rogue and it's as simple as that. Even if he loves you more than anything, Frosch still comes first.

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[sunny-mercya]

Dressed in Red

Rogue Cheney x Male Reader

Fandom -> Fairy Tail

Requested by -> Anon

Masterlist

The existence of a Blood Dragon, wasn't mentioned in any records or pre-existing documents and books of Fiore and its past history and neither was it mentioned in the index of Dragons—so therefore, such dragon was a false and doesn't exist.

Blood magic, on the other hand, does exist—although, since it's misuse throughout the decades, it had been set—although a long forgotten art now—on a Dark-Magic list and banned to be either learned or to perform.

So it had been a particularly surprise for not only the Fairy Tail guild—which had taken you in, when Natsu had found you during one of his Request missions, unconscious and covered in wounds in a destroyed shrine—but also for Rogue, when he had meet you during the Grand Magic Games, when they discovered your actuality.

At first they thought you only could do blood magic—which had been a hassle for the guild to get a permit of usage for you, from the government—but then, during a feisty moment of battle, you baffled them all when you used Dragon Slayer power.

During the after celebration of the won battle—which had interrupted the Games, those would be continued a few days later (although the Capital looked like a destroyed battlefield still)—Rogues second impression of you was pretty handsome.

Seeing you dressed in all red, probably because of your blood magic—the long traditional robes, which looked like river of blood, fitting your body nicely—was definitely a eyecatcher and Rogue, kinda wished, to have you for yourself.

»C'mon lover boy, just chat him up!« Sting throws his arm around Rogue shoulder, carrying two glasses and a bottle of champagne in his hand, saying such so easily.

Rogue scoffed, shrugging off his friends hold and looking at Sting with a grimace of irritation—easy to say for Sting, who not only has a boyfriend already—which he had to pay free—but also managed to befriend Fairy Tails Water Dragon Slayer as well, like the charming guy he is.

For Rogue it wasn't that easy, he wasn't a loud mouth like Sting nor had he a carefree personality like Natsu—Rogue's more on the silent nature of personality, someone who likes the solace of quiet and lonesome sometimes.

»Oh, please! Don't start with your brooding speech and how you're not easy to talk to! You can snag this dude just fine as well. You gotta be fast tho, because as far as I could tell, Laxus eyeing him too.«

»Would you shut up?!«

And then an argument had broke out between Rogue and Sting, getting slightly physically at one point, to which both Minerva and Yukino had to intervene and break it off.

And while the small Saber-Tooth group was busy with themselves, none of them takes notice how Frosch and Hector wanders off and through the crowd—having both formed a plan, how Rogue will be talking to this red dressing person he seemed to fancy.

~~~•~~~

»Excuse me, do these two Exceeds belong to you?« it was your voice—Rogue recognised it immediately, although only heard a few rare minimal times during the battles.

Gods, you're here! Standing behind him and asking a question—Rogue feels how his body locks up on itself, getting panicked sweaty.

»Frosch says, bawling their eyes out, how they and Lector had lost you two in the crowd and asked me to help them to find you, because I'm the pretty red from Fairy Tail.« you continued, elaborating why you're here in the first place.

Sting had to hold in his laughter, finding the situation funny—especially Rogues red beaten face and embarrassed expression, absolutely priceless to witness—but his amusement vanished just as quickly as it came, when he process what exactly you just had said.

Two Exceeds? Getting lost? Frosch and Lector? Sting had never moved so fast, standing next to the still back turned Rogue and looking from you to their shyly acting Exceeds.

Sly—Sting thought, real sly and clever of them to deceive you like this and bringing you here, without Rogue having to do the first move on his own.

»Why, thank you! We were just about to search for them, didn't we Rogue? Well, thanks for bringing Lector, I see you later!« with a pat to Rogue shoulder and flashing you a smile—Sting takes Lector and walks aways.

Rogue turns around, coming face to face with you and Froschs small teary eyed expression—and Rogue wanted to glare at his friend, for leading you here and telling the compliment he calls you in secret.

»Would it be okah for you, if I hold Frosch a bit longer? I don't have a Exceed on my own, so I'm a getting a bit attached to other Slayers Exceeds«

»Sure you can. Frosch looks content in your arms, so it's fine.«

A silence emits between the two off you and while you feed Frosch some cupcakes from the buffet—having walked with Rogue towards it, after Frosch cries out they're hungry—Rogue admits you even more.

Your (e/c) eyes and the (h/c) short cut hair was a stark contrast to your red coloured style of dressing—but it brought such intense colour even more out, making you up close even more gorgeous handsome, than Rogue had thought.

»You have pretty eyes. They're red, I like red.« the compliment you just told Rogue, came out of the blue—bringing a dark flush onto his face, the embarrassment returning.

From a distance, Rogue could hear Sting and Natsu laughing in amusement—definitely at him for being such a shy coward—the girls already reprimanded them for it.

Now or never—Rogue thought, having to say something as well or you would walk away soon and being swoon off by Laxus or whomever might fancy you as well.

»You're red handsome too!« Roguee had shouted it so loudly, that—despite it wasn't like this—everyone in the ballroom had stopped and looking at him—Sting and Natsu, followed by Gajeel now, laughed even harder.

You smiled at Rogue, it's by far the best and kindest compliment you have ever received—a honest one even, as most compliments were just a fake to begin with.

»I'm [Name], Blood Dragon of Fairy Tail. Nice to meet you.«

»I'm Rogue.« both of you officially exchanging a handshake now.

»Care to dance?« you asked right away and Rogue nodded, Frosch climbing onto his shoulder now.

[justauthoring]

fairy tail masterlist.

* personal favourites

NATSU DRAGNEEL:

series:

nothing yet…

oneshots:

*late night cuddle.

headcanons:

nothing yet…

GRAY FULLBUSTER:

series:

nothing yet…

oneshots:

your hand feels nice in mine.

yours, always.

*stubborn.

headcanons:

nothing yet…

LAXUS DREYAR:

series:

nothing yet…

oneshots:

*all too easy.

headcanons:

nothing yet…

STING EUCLIFFE:

series:

nothing yet…

oneshots:

nothing yet…

headcanons:

nothing yet…

ROGUE CHENEY:

series:

nothing yet…

oneshots:

nothing yet…

headcanons:

nothing yet…

[newtthetranswriter]

Fairy tail dragon slayers x earth dragon slayer Y/n?

A/n: hello, thank you for requesting. I'm gonna do this as a few headcannons for each , so I hope that's ok. I'm not sure if you wanted just the ones in the guild or just all the dragon slayers so I went for all of them, except for Wendy cause I couldn't think of anything for her. Also I'm writing this on my phone while waiting for my mom at an appointment so sorry in advance for any typos and for the fact that it's rather short, I might come back and edit it later. Anyway enough rambling, I hope you enjoy and as always remember to hydrate or diedrate.

Natsu:

Natsu just likes having other dragon slayers around who understand what it's like to smell everything

He also likes sparing with you because he sees you as being on same level

Expect a few jokes about eating rocks

Natsu will also try to see if he can create fire hot enough to melt your earth magic so have fun with that

Gajeel:

So many jokes about eating dirt or rocks

He's brash so don't expect him to let up on the jokes unless you explicitly say you don't like it

Please Note that he is the only one aloud to make these jokes, if Natsu or Gray dares to say anything their dead

He will also be up for sparring, mainly to test which is stronger, your earth or his iron

Sting:

He will make a couple jokes at first but is mostly respectful

Loves having another dragon slayer around he can fight with other than rouge

Sting drinks 'respect everyone' juice for breakfast so expect anyone who actually makes jokes to get punched

Again just happy to have another dragon slayer around

Rouge:

He does not make any jokes at all

Rouge just respects you too much to make stupid jokes

He also loves being able to count on someone other than Sting

Frosch also loves you and that makes Rouge so happy

Laxus:

He's indifferent about you being a dragon slayer

He thinks it's cool and will occasionally make jokes about it but most of the time it's doesn't matter

The Thunder Legion will also dedicate themselves to protecting you

If anything or anyone fucks with you they face the force of not just Laxus but the entire Thunder Legion

Cobra (Erik):

Part of the 'i don't give a shit squad'

He doesn't make jokes either but that's because he doesn't care enough to

Cobra is just happy to have a fellow dragon slayer around who can understand the pain of heightened senses

[fairytail-whathesays]

Can you please feed me Rogue Cheney x (f) dragon slayer reader hedcanons who’s pregnant ? swf and nswf please.

Of course!

You didn't specify a guild this time, so there's a world of possibilities. If you're not an independent mage, maybe you're from Blue Pegasus or Lamia Scale or Mermaid Heel, or even Quatro Cerberus if we want to make things funny. Regardless, you're probably on the stronger end of the wizards there.

...So you were probably the forward one in starting the relationship. Sometimes you think it might've been easier going for one of the more bombastic ones; definitely needed level 90 speech and charisma to pull this one off.

Of course, once conversation started to come easier between you two, you hit it off well. Rogue is easily in touch with his feminine side and doesn't get insecure very easily, he loves adorable things (like Frosch) and is more of a listener than a speaker. He's kind of an ideal boyfriend when you get right down to it.

His ability to sink into the shadows and pull anyone he likes with him means that it's never very difficult to get away from crowds or other hassles, nor difficult to find privacy.

Rogue is great for de-stressing from long or difficult days. You can hang off of him if you need to be held, or if you want solitude, you have it. He will always be able to figure out which brand of chocolate you're after when some fool has pissed you off one too many times that day.

The pregnancy was guaranteed to have been planned. Not only because Rogue is too cautious in general to have passed on a condom, but is also highkey very concerned about the effects on a child that could be had by his hybridized genes and dragonized cells. So that means your relationship was probably at least a few years long. Congrats on bagging the one!

You don't get this far without Rogue being willing to step up. The wedding is very small and quiet, and you end up wearing a pendant with jetblack dragon scales dangling from it.

God he looked great in a suit, though.

Do you do each other's hair? Of course.

Sex with Rogue is kind of like making love with a shadow. He's unusually hairless and smooth and he always seems to be able to move around and wiggle into the right positions almost like he's barely moving.

It's typically very slow, both for fear of hurting you and because that's just how Rogue does sex. You can, with some prodding, get him to go harder--but almost never faster.

He loves the little details. He loves listening to your heartbeat, he loves running fingers through your hair, he loves little marks and identifying features and leaving some of his own.

Sex that is already very gentle becomes even moreso when there's a bun in the oven, 'cause he's so against anything that might damage the bun or the oven. It's almost like a religious experience, it's slow and easy and attentive and wow he's good at using his fingers--

Can you deny him anything? Yes? Okay then, how about you try denying him anything when those pretty shiny red eyes are peering into yours?

[uranometrias]

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