So, uh, stuff is pretty messed up in the world right now. ANd I still work in a retail/supermarket superstore so no
time off for this gal. I wish I had at least some, I would have loved to be able to give all y'all stuck at home something to
read, but FUCK am I overworked right now. Anyways, here's a chapter. It's got smut and story.

Laxus POV

I sipped my beer quietly, my sound pods over my ears. I bobbed my head lightly, pretending they were playing music, but instead I had my ears trained on the room. Or, to be specific, the Lucy-shaped bundle of rage pouting at the bar. When Firecrotch and Ice Princess try to get her involved in their petty dispute, she turned her anger at them and even I shivered under that glare.

Suddenly, a small mob of women appeared and made a beeline for poor Mira, all talking over each other. Mira tried to calm them down enough to decipher what was happening, until finally it came out - Loke had dumped every one of them this morning, and was gone. Holy shit that's a lot of girlfriends to keep tied down. Kind of a dickish way to get laid but whatever.

"IS IT HER?!" one shrieked, pointing at Lucy, who startled and looked back with wide eyes. "IS SHE THE ONE HE LEFT US FOR?!"

Hang on, are they all aware of each other? Is it like a polyamorous thing? Is it all one big relationship or is it multiple singular relationships? Wait, none of this matters.

"Wha-! What are you talking about? I don't -" Lucy stammered, eyes darting around. At first my brain immediately zeroed in on how guilty she seemed… Oh god, what if she was sleeping with that fucking extra?

And then the mob was approaching her and she was running, so the need to keep her safe overruled everything else. I zapped myself around the corner she was about to turn around, materializing in front of her just in time for her to crash into my chest, where my arms immediately wrapped around her. Before she had even fully yelped at the sudden collision, I zapped us a block away.

Lucy stilled in my arms, dazed for a moment, and my arms tightened around her on their own. My chest started to rumble possessively and I hunched down to bury my face in her hair. She twitched, regaining her bearings and she pushed away from me. I had to force my arms to let go, stifling a whimper through grit teeth. She held her arms out to steady herself and blinked rapidly, looking around. After she had comically spun around a few times, figuring out where she was, I snorted and crossed my arms.

"You're welcome, Blondie," I grunt sarcastically. This seems to remind her of my presence and she stiffens up, turning to glare at me.

"I didn't ask for your help, Laxus!" she snapped. Stepping forward, she poked my chest angrily. "And don't teleport me without permission!"

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward, causing her to stumble and fall into me. She looked up at me with wide eyes, her pupils dilated. My nostrils flared as I caught the scent of her arousal and my inner dragon rattled its cage.

"Is it true?" I growl. One of her eyebrows cocked. "Are you… are you sleeping with that fucking loser?" I spat. She recoiled at the tone of my voice, and I tried to reign in the pulsing fury building in my skull. Jerking her arm free, she stepped back and regarded me coldly, hurt in her eyes.

"I don't think that's any of your business, Laxus," she hissed, crossing her arms. Rage and possessiveness consumed me, my whole body vibrating in restraint as I tried to hold it off.

"Answer my question, Lucy." I growl, one of my eyes twitching. She recoiled as I took a step forward, fear suddenly reaching her eyes. My whole body was clenched, trying to keep this tidal wave of rage from exploding. Mine mine mine. She is only mine. LucY Is MInE I muST CLaiM heR Now MiNe mine MINE-

"I don't have to answer jack shit to you," she countered, her voice trembling. Her face drew closer before I realized my feet were carrying me forward. My vision pulsed red around the edges and my skull felt like it was almost splitting. "How many other women have you fucked while carrying on this bullshit tryst we have?" her voice was quiet, an unexpected tremor of hurt hammering at my rage. I sneered.

"We're not exclusive, Blondie," I snarled, the logical part of my brain telling me how fucking stupid and hypocritical that statement was as soon as it left my lips. Her harsh laugh made my heart hurt and my rage started to fizzle.

"Exactly. So what I do with who I want is none of your goddamn business," she finished, hugging herself closely. Her confident posture started to fray and she began to curl in on herself, her eyes looking away. It made my chest hurt and the dragon started demanding I comfort her. She turned around and started to walk away.

"No. Wait," I called out, hand reaching for her but hesitating and falling to my side. I had already grabbed her too many times. SHe paused but didn't turn around. I swallowed thickly and crossed my arms, absentmindedly rubbing at my chest to try and soothe the pain there. "That… was a really stupid thing for me to say," I admit quietly. "I don't… I'm not good with emotions and stuff, yeah?" I attempt to explain, but none of the words seem to come out right. "And I actually… uh… I haven't actually… since you joined the guild… been with… uh…anyone else," I finish quietly, keeping my gaze trained on the ground in front of me and trying to quell the burning in my face. I flicked my eyes up at her when she spun around in shock, mouth agape.

"You actually… haven't… like, at all?" she recounted slowly, disbelief plain on her face. I flinch and grumble.

"What's the fucking point when no one can fucking measure up to you," my jaw snapped shut abruptly with an audible click, my eyes going wide. Oh god, I really just said that out loud. She stared at me in disbelief, the smug smirk I expected not even showing up through the shock.

"I… You… What?" She babbled. Horror and embarrassment slammed into me and I hunched, eyes locked on her mouth, waiting for the ridicule, for the rejection, for the taunting that was bound to follow. I simultaneously wanted to run away and stand my ground, both fight and flight warring with each other and causing a standstill. Those big brown eyes blinked again, the initial shock passing, and then they raked over my entire form curiously, studying me. But I kept my eyes on that mouth, because whatever that mouth did was going to decide for me what I did next. My fingers flexed against my ribs, my arms stiffening in restraint.

And then… she smirked.

A growl grew in my chest in warning, my arms unfolding to twitch at my sides, my whole body starting to lean towards her. I flicked my gaze up to her eyes and winced at the smugness sparkling there, that damned smirk growing wider. Mine. Her mouth opened and my whole being got ready to spring.

"You liiiiiike me-"

The fact that she was mimicking that damn stupid cat fell by the wayside, and I reacted blindly to the teasing, my body pinning hers to the wall and slamming my mouth against hers. Her legs immediately wrapped around my hips and pulled me closer, her arms pinned on either side of her head.

"Shut up," I groaned against her lips before harshly nipping her bottom one. Her eyes fluttered closed and she kissed me back just as hard, the muscles in her legs tensing to grind me into her. I released one of her hands to grip her ass instead, my fingers digging into her flesh. THe newly freed hand tangled in my hair, pulling an appreciative purr from me.

Liquid heat pooled below my waist, my hips flexing unconsciously and grinding us together. When her legs tightened again and pulled me even closer I let go of one of her wrists and slipped my now free hand under her skirt, palm wrapping around the perfect globe of her ass and letting my fingers slip under her panties from behind, sneaking in to stroke her impossibly wet folds. I caught her throaty moan in my mouth and jerked when her own newly freed hand shot down to my belt and expertly undid it. Next thing I knew she had shoved my pants and boxers down just enough to free my aching, rock hard cock, the needy flesh springing free.

As soon as her hand wrapped around me, I knew I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. With some clever finger-work, I managed to start a small tear in her panties, and then wrenched them clean off her body. SHe gasped and I pulled back enough to see her eyes rolled back in her head, lips parted and panting. I quickly stuffed the ruined cloth into my back pocket while she stroked my dick one last time before angling it and rubbing me up and down her wet slit. When she slipped the head in, I lost it.

My hips snapped forward and buried my cock to the hilt in one smooth thrust, her breath cutting off with a delectable squeak. I buried my head against her shoulder to breathe deeply for a second, my shuddering breaths raising goosebumps on her neck.

"Laxus…" she whimpered, the sound sending jolts down my spine. My hands gripped at her hips, flexing against the flesh and tilting her just right for my next thrust. I pulled back enough to see her face and groaned at the blush on her cheeks and the way her eyes fluttered. "Faster…" she gasped and I smirked, but complied happily.

I bucked my hips into her wildly, gasping and groaning as the pleasure built more and more until I had to start mentally reciting album and band names just to keep from blowing my load too early. Her fingers clawed and gripped my back, her heels digging into the meat of my ass to spur me on. Her hot, wet cunt was rippling around me and her cries were reaching new octaves before I slammed my mouth to hers to swallow them. Stopping for just a moment, I shifted around, feeling for the perfect angle, until her strangled gasp confirmed my location. Grinning against her lips, I trailed my lips down her neck to the barely visible scar. I bared my teeth and nipped at it at the same time as I started slamming my cock up into her, hitting the spot deep inside her that made her unravel.

Her walls clamped down instantly, trying to keep me in place, but I kept thrusting even as she shoved her face in my shoulder to muffle herself as she wailed out her orgasm.

"Fuck… Gonna… Gonna cum…" I rasped, the feeling that was building in my balls hitting the boiling point and threatening to release. And then she turned her head and bit my earlobe.

"Fill me up, baby," she moaned, her throaty voice dripping with seduction. The request caught me by surprise and it flipped the switch - I let out a loud groan as I came, her still pulsing walls puling it out of me as I buried myself as deep inside her I could reach, my tip kissing the entrance to her womb.

The feeling seemed to pull one final orgasm from her, Lucy's hips jerking madly and her whines cutting off to leave her mouth in that amazing little "O" she gets, her eyes rolling back before squeezing shut.

Gods, she's so fucking beautiful.

Lucy POV

It took a minute, but my brain finally started working again, the post-orgasm fog still there but not all-consuming. Slowly, I retracted my fingers from their places digging into Laxus' broad back, and his large hands gently held onto my ass as he pulled out, making me wince and moan at the same time. His already ragged breathing hitched and he groaned, leaning his head against the brick wall over my shoulder. I carefully unhooked my legs from around his hips and shakily dropped to my feet where I wobbled unsteadily as I regained feeling in them, the slight pins and needles sensation almost making them collapse under me. Thankfully, the big oaf hadn't fully removed his hands yet and was still holding onto my sides.

"Fuckin' Christ, Lucy…" he breathed, turning his head to nuzzle my neck affectionately. I shivered when I felt our combined cum starting to drip down my legs, calling to attention an important fact I hadn't fully processed yet.

"DId you really have to rip my damn panties?" I muttered, face burning as I ducked my head to bury it against his chest, holding onto the front of his shirt to keep steady. He chuckled, the warm, genuine sound making my chest do funny things again.

"Well, if you just went commando, I wouldn't have had to," he snorted. I huffed.

"Yes because I'm sure you would be able to handle having me walk around a bunch of other guys with my panties off," I snapped, smacking his chest. He stilled for a moment, and made a grunt that in Laxus-speak meant 'fair enough'. "And can you just say 'sorry' like a normal person sometimes?" I said the words mostly sarcastically, but as they came out, I realized it actually meant a bit more to me than I wanted to admit. "Just once in a while, accept when you're at fault, and apologize, dumbass," I added on, a little more serious. He stayed quiet for a little bit too long.

I sighed in defeat.

"Fine," I push him back enough to squirm out from under him. The walls came up in record time this time around, it seemed. The hollow acceptance I felt about that was kind of off-putting. "And stop cumming inside me, asshole!" I spun around and barked at him, the mess between my legs suddenly seeming even more annoying. He had a strange look on his face, like he was caught between a lot of different emotions, but at my words he cocked a brow, the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

"I seem to recall you asking me for it this time," he says plainly, finally moving enough to tuck himself back into his pants and re-do the zipper and belt. My face erupts with heat again, and my brain stops working for a moment.

"Just… just… UGH!" I threw my hands up and spun around, crossing my arms in front of my chest and starting to fume. "Do you always have to be the fucking worst?" I groaned, covering my face with a hand to try and quell the burning embarrassment. I need to get out of here.

"Where the hell did you even take me?" I griped, peeking through my fingers to look at my surroundings. Wait… I think I recognize this place.

"We're about a block down from your apartment. Behind the closed bar," Laxus answered quietly, unnervingly morose in tone. The following silence coming from him was almost tangible, somehow feeling like it was filled with words that were just on the tip of his tongue but not quite making it out.

"I'm going home now," I announced, although I will admit I'm pretty relieved I'm close enough to home to be able to make it back without encountering anyone. I glance over my shoulder to see him standing there, frowning, and glaring a hole into the ground in front of him. When he made no move to respond, I started to hurry away, shuffling a little bit in discomfort.

"Sorry," he said after I had made it about ten feet away. I paused uncertainly. "I'm… I'm sorry. For… Tch. I'm sorry," he said again, louder this time and voice gruff. I turned to look at him, slightly confused. His cheeks were pink and he looked ashamed, arms crossed again and his hand rubbing at his chest again like he had some weird pulled muscle. His brow furrowed and he kept his gaze on the ground. "Sorry," he said one last time. Before I could really respond, I felt the air charge before he disapeared in a flash of lightning. I blinked at the empty space he had occupied.

"Wow," I muttered. THen the situation under my skirt came back to the front of my mind and I scuttled home. Why is he so confusing? His moodswings are giving me fucking whiplash. A small ache bloomed in my skull and I groaned, suddenly aware of all the stress in my body.

After a quick wash in my shower, I decided I needed a little more pampering and grabbed my bath-house supplies. A good long soak oughta do me some good.

Laxus POV

"STUPID! STUPID STUPID!" I groaned out loud, pacing back and forth in my bedroom. "God, how do I keep fucking this up? She practrically handed me a chance to apologize correctly on a silver fucking platter! What is wrong with me?!" I chastised myself. My pacing halted once I remembered the lump in my pocket. Carefully, I pull out the ripped remains of Lucy's panties, a possessive growl building in my chest. "Goddammit, I gotta stop fucking her instead of talking!"

The thought made me recoil and I thought for a moment. "Okay, I gotta at least talk to her before I fuck her. ANd then I gotta talk to her afterwards. Probably. I think," I amend out loud to myself, resuming my pacing. Without thinking, the hand holding the wadded up panties raised up to my face and my nose twitched as her scent consumed my senses. My growling got louder and I felt my dick starting to rise again. My hooded eyes slowly opened… And I saw my image in the mirror. I saw myself sniffing a girl's panties, alone in my room WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME-

"FUCK!" I shout, throwing the panties across the room. WHY AM I SUCH A FUCKING CREEP?! "WHY IS THIS SO HARD?!" I scream, sparks flying off me as my magic surged, the lights in my room glowing brighter for a moment before popping one by one. Now in the dark, I slumped down on my bed, head in my hands.

Claim her she is yours you are hers claim her claim her claIM HER

"SHUT UP!" I bellowed, smacking my head with my palm. The jolt of physical pressure cut through the strange, growing fog of madness that was building and I took a moment to just breathe. I need… I need a cold shower. And a nap. A cold shower and a nap and then I can start to figure out what to do.

The icy shower cleared the fog away, and though I loathe the thought of washing her scent off me, it did make my mind infinitely clearer. As soon as I stepped out onto the cold tiles, a wave of exhaustion followed. I was asleep the moment my still damp head hit the pillow.

I also realized at one point that I completely forgot about the part where Lucy goes to confront her father. Which is kind of a big oversight for this story... whoops. I'll have to add it in later somehow. Or ignore it. I dunno, man. I've got a pandemic and a civil rights movement happening at the same time and I just don't even have the energy to say much else. I've got friends getting teargassed and shot with rubber bullets for peacefully protesting, and I've got co-workers getting sick with COVID. I'm fucking exhausted. And something tells me most people are... So I'll try to keep updating everything, but bear with me - cause let's be honest, 2020 probably isn't going to get any better and I owuldn't be surprised if a plague of locusts shows up (oh wait, that was the murder hornets. At least they were considerate enough to be like "hey, y'all are busy, we'll come back later"). But hey - we're all in this together. We're by no means in the same boat- some of us are in cruise-liners while others are in rickety old paddleboats - but we're in the same storm at least. So let's all be kind to ourselves and others during this time. Even though the world is throwing new plotlines at us with every new month.

Oh, and wear your fucking mask when you go to the store.