Ok I didn't really get any answers as to the nsfw question (except for one! kudos to you!) so I'll just give you an inbetween thing for this one. Not nsfw, but a little raunchy.
As always, reviews would be very welcome!
This one also has art hehe, I'll add the link to my profile soon.
Cook: I'll write a drabble of two characters cooking food together (specify the food).
(spaghetti)
"Are you telling me you want me to cook on that?"
"What, is something wrong about it? Looks perfectly fine to me."
"Natsu, that's not even a stove. That's just a pile of stones."
Lucy sighed in defeat as she dropped the smaller of the bags full of groceries onto the floor beside what Natsu deemed worthy of being called 'cooking niche'. The other bag rested atop Natsu's arms, filled to the brim with ingredients: onions, tomatoes, carrots, minced meat, and, most importantly, spaghetti.
There was a reason why he preferred to visit her place to bug her for food, and there was a reason why she preferred to steer clear of his home whenever the talk of cooking arose.
Only this time, she did not have a choice.
Barely contained rage filled her at the memory of Natsu looming over her stove as she had entered her flat, his face and hair blackened from his 'surprise' dinner, and an apologetic grin on his face - not apologetic enough by far, if you asked her.
Her stove lay in ruins.
No one had ever said dating a Dragon Slayer would be easy, but sometimes, when things like this occured, Lucy wondered if it really was worth it. She always came to the same conclusion.
Of course it was.
Even then, when ash had rained down on her head, Natsu had somehow managed to conjure a smile onto her face. Something about him, the everpresent twinkle in his eyes, his brimming self-confidence as he held out the burnt pasta, the way he grinned at her so brightly as he strode over to greet her, or maybe how his eyes fluttered shut as he leaned down to kiss her welcome, utterly ignorant of the wrath that was about to befall him, made her heart melt and her thoughts drown out.
But he had to ruin it. Of course he had to.
Don't worry, Lucy! You can cook for us at my place!
The words still echoed in her mind, said with such frivolous generosity that even now it revived the urge to Lucy-kick him against the wall, just as she had back then.
With a twitching brow, she tried to smile at him as nicely as possible as he pushed the hummongous bag of groceries into her arms. From the look of terror on his face, she deduced it had not worked all too well.
"Natsu. You will help me cook. Right?"
"Y-yes, of course, Lucy!"
Wow, a little more convincing and she would have almost believed that this had been his true intention. What had he imagined? That he could train outside while she snipped vegetables? No, Sir.
She chuckled to herself when she realized that this would have been exactly what Happy would have said had he been here. It was nice that he gave them enough space and alone-time, but more often than not, Lucy missed his company, and even his little quips.
"Okay, you cut the onions."
A little later, after his tears had dried and her triumphant laughter had died down, the pot, which they had managed to somehow secure over the fireplace, was happily boiling the bolognese sauce. From time to time, little bubbles of tomato sauce would pop and stain the stones around. The whole room smelled delicious, and both Lucy and Natsu eyed their work with distinct pride.
They gave each other a final nod.
"Okay, it just has to cook a little while longer. Make sure you control the heat!"
It was quite nice to have no need for matches or gas, but somehow Lucy trusted these more when it came to cooking. Now, with Natsu as her only control over the fire beneatch the pot, she felt a little uneasy.
"No worries, Lucy! If there's one thing I can totally handle, it's fire."
Well, she supposed he was right. When he gave her his most reassuring smile, she finally relaxed and smiled back at him.
She was just about to wonder what they could do in the meantime, but before the opportunity arose, Natsu had suddenly closed the distance between them.
In the blink of an eye, his hand was on her cheek and his nose brushed against hers, and then he was kissing her, fiercely and with his usual air of confidence that always managed to drive her wild. She responded without thinking, tangling her hands in his unruly hair to stabilize herself and granting his scorching tongue entrance.
When, after what felt like a blissful eternity, he pulled back and smirked at her through half-lidded eyes, she reciprocated and let her hands slide down to his neck.
They had time, after all.
"Are you still mad about the stove?" he mumbled as he released her swollen lips once more.
She shook her head, slightly, before ghosting her mouth over his again, parting his lips with hers, but never fully applying the pressure she knew he longed for.
"Not really."
"Good."
He hoisted her up against him, and she quickly got the drift and wound her legs around his hips.
He closed the distance between them again, his lips demanding and firm on hers as his hands moved lower, giving her backside a good squeeze. Lucy squeaked in response, but both smiled into the kiss, and soon they had forgotten where they were, or what they were doing, so lost had they become in each others touch.
Lucy was nestled closely up against him, leaving no space unused to feel his body against hers, while he continued to make her knees wobble with his kisses. Good thing she didn't need them right now. His grip on her was strong and reassuring, and she gave herself over to him completely.
With every kiss to her neck, his touch became more fervent, his breathing more shallow, and she reveled in the things she could do to him simply by being.
Then again, he did the same to her. The way his hot breath fanned across her damp skin drove her crazy in the best of ways. She wanted to stay like this forever.
"Lucy…"
His voice was hoarse as he murmured against her skin. Shivers travelled down her spine, and lower, where they all came together to spark a wildfire. Her whole body was hot, and she wanted him, she wanted him right now, right here, but she couldn't. She couldn't because…
Ah yes, the food.
"I want you…"
Regretfully, she lowered her legs and pushed him away, tearing his lips from hers in the process. His eyes stayed fixed on her mouth as if he was intoxicated; starving for more.
"Natsu, we can't. The food…"
He blinked at her lazily. It took him a moment to collect his senses, but when he did, his eyes moved to a point behind her and grew wide in utter shock.
Lucy's heart dropped from seeing his face alone. Slowly, she turned around - and encountered hell.
Flames. The fireplace stood in flames as high as the ceiling. Her hands curled into fists.
"Now look what you've done, Lucy!"
"What?!"
She whirled around in disbelief - only to find him shaking with laughter.
"Oh wow, that face was worth it."
"I- I didn't do anything wrong… it was you… you idiotic…"
She continued muttering to herself even after he had put out the flames. What remained of both Bolognese and Spaghetti resembled charcoal more than anything else.
Her fault? Because she got him so turned on he even lost control over his magic? She could live with that. A self-satisfied smirk spread over her face, despite the prospect of another portion of ruined pasta.
Then she would gladly take responsibility. Still, that would mean it was her who had failed; her who had produced this mess. She might be okay to go along with his joke, but her pride could not put up with that.
As casually as possible, she got two plates out of the drawer and started filling them, as if what was in the pot actually could be called 'Spaghetti Bolognese'.
Wordlessly, she suffled over to the couch and plopped down. The both eyed the contents on their plates, but only one seemed to be looking forward to indulging.
"Wow, this smells… delicious. I'm such a great cook!"
He would never understand just where she managed to get all the, in this case severely misplaced, self-confidence from. Behind her, smoke was still rising from his stove, but she seemed to be glowing with pride all of a sudden.
He pretended to overlook her horror-stricken face as she tried her first bite.
Instead, he put his plate of deliciously burned goods down on the little table and shuffled closer to her. Then he did the same with her plate.
A brilliant thought had ocurred to him.
As he grabbed her chin and dragged his calloused thumb along her lower lip, her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation.
"How 'bout I give you something better to taste?"