(FT Guild) M!Fairy Tail x Chubby Fem!Reader: You apologize after joking about how you could crush a man with your thighs.
themes (MDNI - 19+ only or risk being blocked): established relationship, body positivity, suggestive humor, teasing, flirting, banter, comfort
a/n: Hope you enjoy!
Natsu Dragneel
Natsu blinked at you for moment, brain short-circuited, before a grin spreading on his face, "Wait, seriously!? That's so cool!" He leaned forward, looking way too excited. "You're telling me that you've got secret weapon thighs, and I'm just now hearing about it?" The way he said it was so genuine and awed it made you want to melt into the floor. So when you laughed and waved it off with an embarrassed, "Sorry, that was weird," his brows furrowed instantly. "Weird!? No way, that's badass!! You should admit to stuff like that more often!"
Before you could stop him, he dropped to the floor sitting cross-legged and slapping his hands on your thighs like some kind of hype man. "C'mon, try 'em out! Let's test their power!" You sputtered and told him you were kidding, but Natsu just laughed, "You really think I'd ever want you to apologize for something that makes you so cool? Babe, you could crush the entire guild hall and I'd still want to go for another round!" He winked, proud of himself for his not-subtle-at-all innuendo, it didn't help that his ears were a bit pink too.
Gray Fullbuster
Gray clothes has just vanished when you made the joke, eyes widening just before he snorted and looked away, trying to hide the grin tugging at his mouth. "Did you just say--" His voice cracked into a laugh before he could finish the sentence. "Damn--You really know how to get a guys attention." He leaned back, arms crossed, the cool-guy act crumbling under the faint blush colouring his ears. But the second you muttered an apology, looking sheepish, that grin vanished in favour of a softer look. "Hey. Don't do that," he said, "You don't need to be sorry for that."
He stood, walking over and placing a hand on your hip, "You've got thighs like that and you're apologizing?" he muttered near your ear, voice just barely above a whisper. "You really don't get how damn lucky I feel every time you sit on my lap, do you?" His fingers squeezed lightly, comforting and teasing all at once. "I might just ask you to prove it later if you want." Gray's smirk was back, but softer now.
Gajeel Redfox
Gajeel let out a sharp, bark-like laugh, "Tch, it's 'bout time you realized you're built like a damn weapon," he muttered, smirking as he leaned back in his chair with a cocky tilt to his brow. He eyed your thighs openly now, like he was re-evaluating, "Crush a man? You'd level a mountain, sweetheart." But the second you tried to walk it back, something in his face shifted, like he didn't like hearing that at all. "Oi, don't take it back. What the hell's with that guilty tone?"
His hands found your waist and pulled you in close. "You think I don't know what I've got?" he asked, voice low and rough, the steel edge in it strangely intimate. "You're thick in all the right places and I like it when you talk like you know it. Don't ever apologize for being strong. Or sexy." His nose brushed your temple, breath warm against your skin. "And if you ever do crush me, at least I die happy."
Loke
Loke nearly dropped his glasses when you said it, catching the frame mid-slide as a perverse smirk spread across his face. "My dear, if I had a penny for every time I fantasized about something like that I..." he stopped himself early, not interested in getting his face smacked. His gaze swept over your figure in open admiration, lingering on the curve of your thighs like they were a fine bottle of Celestial Wine. "Why on earth would you apologize for such a divine treat?" You muttered something about it being inappropriate, but Loke only stepped closer, clearly delighted.
"I consider it a blessing to be in your gravitational pull," he said, fingers brushing the side of your hip, "You're a celestial body in your own right, both beautiful and powerful." He leaned in, lips barely grazing yours. "And if those thighs ever do end me, well, that'll be a noble end for a lion." He chuckled softly, pulling back, "So go on, flaunt what you've got. I'll always be first in line to appreciate the view and volunteer as tribute."
Laxus Dreyar
You'd barely finished the sentence before Laxus huffed out a low sound, something between a laugh and a scoff, and looked at you like you'd just said the sky was green. "That supposed to be a warning or a flex?" he asked, deadpan, and you couldn't tell if he was teasing you or just... being Laxus. His eyes lingered as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, one brow raised as if waiting for you to take the joke further. But when you waved it off, muttering an apology, he just rolled his eyes like that was the part that annoyed him.
"You say something like that and then act like you regret it. Pick one," he said simply. Then his gaze dipped lower again, not shy about it, "I like the way you're built. I like the way you move. If that makes people nervous, that's their damn problem." He shrugged and walked off like the matter was settled in his mind.
Freed Justine
Your comment slipped out mid-conversation, casual as anything, but it was enough to make Freed pause, quill suspended in the air. "That's... a rather specific threat," he said carefully, "I assume it wasn't directed at me?" He sounded genuinely unsure whether he was being warned or flirted with, and you were already scrambling to apologize before he could finish adjusting his posture. "No, it's fine," he interrupted, setting the quill down neatly. "I just didn't expect that particular imagery before noon."
He leaned forward slightly, lacing his fingers together and narrowing his eyes, trying to understand the implication. "Hypothetically though, how effective would this crushing maneuver be? Is it a one-time move or can it be repeated?" It took you a second to realize he was being serious, and even longer to realize he was teasing you, in his own peculiar way. After a beat, he added. "If it's meant to disarm someone, I imagine it would work quite well. I certainly wouldn't be opposed to witnessing a demonstration."
Bickslow
The second the words left your mouth, Bickslow gasped like you'd just confessed a scandalous secret. "What did you just say?" he asked, practically vibrating in place as his babies all echoed in chorus, "Crush a maaan! Crush a maaaan!" He looked absolutely delighted, grinning he heard the best punchline of his life. "That's the hottest threat I've ever heard, babe. I mean, that's not even a threat really, not for me at least." He waggled his eyebrows shamelessly, resting his chin in his palm as he looked you up and down.
When you laughed and tried to brush it off, muttering a quick apology like you'd taken the joke too far, Bickslow's face twisted like that was the offensive part. "Apologizing? Okay now I'm offended," he declared. "You think I don't love it when you talk like that? You've seen me, right? I'm a menace. And you?" He stood suddenly, spinning one of his babies on a finger like a ball. "You're the best kind of danger there is, you're soft, stacked, and stronger than half the guild. I respect it. I'm into it. And if I die that way?" He flashed a wild grin. "I'll haunt you lovingly~"
Elfman Strauss
"That's so manly!" he shouted, eyes wide with admiration rather than shock. His fist clenched, trembling with emotion. "To have thighs strong enough to crush a man is the mark of a true warrior!" You tried to laugh it off, waving your hand and mumbling an apology, but he grabbed your shoulders with a seriousness that only made it worse. "No, don't take it back. I'm honoured to know someone so powerful."
Then he knelt, one knee down like he was swearing fealty to a queen. "If anyone deserves to wield that kind of strength, it's you. I mean, look at you! You've got the build of a protector. That's something to be proud of." You sputtered, cheeks burning, but he was already lost in his own passionate speech. "If anything ever threatens you, just say the word, I'll carry the rest of the fight, but you lead the charge with those legendary legs!" He looked up at you like he expected thunder to roll in behind you, and it was very hard not to cry and laugh at the same time.
Gildarts Clive
Gildarts let out a loud, surprised laugh that filled the room, "Crush a man, huh?" he repeated. "Now that's a hell of a way to go." He leaned forward on his elbows as he gave you a obvious once-over, completely unbothered and utterly pleased. "You're full of surprises aren't you? Honestly, I'd take my chances." But then you get flustered, waving your hand like you regretted saying anything.
"Nah, I've heard weirder," he said easily, waving it off with a lopsided grin. "You ever met Natsu?" He sat back and stretched, cracking his shoulder with a content sigh. "Besides, you've got every right to say stuff like that. You're confident, hot as hell, and you make me laugh." He winked at you, "That's a triple threat in my book. Don't waste time apologizing when you've clearly got the upper hand." He chuckled, "Though maybe give me a warning before you go weaponizing those thighs so I can get a head start on my will."
spicy fics with mystogen x reader, gildarts x reader, natsu x reader, gray x reader, gajeel x reader
The quiet hum of the night settled over Magnolia, the glow of street lanterns casting flickering shadows against the cobblestone streets. You tightened your cloak around yourself, exhaling softly as you walked toward Fairy Tail’s guildhall. Your heart was still racing from the earlier mission—an ambush that should have been routine but nearly turned disastrous.
If he hadn’t shown up…
You stopped at the thought, closing your eyes for a moment.
Mystogan.
The elusive mage, a man who barely spoke, had arrived just in time, his magic swallowing your attackers in an instant. He had saved you without a word before vanishing like mist.
Just like always.
Frustration and something deeper—something dangerously close to longing—twisted inside you. You were tired of chasing shadows, tired of feeling his presence and never truly knowing him.
"Still thinking about me?"
The voice was quiet, but it sent a pulse of heat down your spine. You whirled around, and there he was, leaning against the stone wall of an alley, half-hidden in the darkness. The glow of the lanterns barely reached his masked face, but his eyes—those sharp, piercing eyes—burned into you.
"You always do that," you accused, stepping closer. "Disappear. Reappear. Never say anything."
Mystogan tilted his head slightly. "Would you rather I didn’t come at all?"
You hesitated. The truth sat heavy on your tongue. "No," you admitted, softer this time. "But I want to know why. Why do you always run?"
There was a long silence, his eyes searching yours. Then, in a move so fast you barely registered it, he was in front of you, his body radiating warmth despite the cool night air.
"I run because staying close to you is dangerous." His voice was lower now, more intimate. "Because every time I see you, I want—"
He cut himself off, his gloved fingers brushing against your jaw, tilting your chin just enough to make your breath hitch.
Your hands curled into fists at your sides. "Then stop running."
A sound escaped him—half a sigh, half a growl—before his fingers traced down your neck, gliding over the exposed skin at your collarbone. The sensation sent a shiver through you.
"You don’t understand what you’re asking for."
"Then show me."
That was all it took.
One moment, you were standing in the cool night air, and the next, you were pressed against the stone wall, his hands gripping your waist as his lips crashed into yours.
His kiss was demanding, claiming, filled with all the restraint he had been holding back. His gloved fingers slid beneath the fabric of your cloak, pressing into your skin, mapping every inch of you as though committing it to memory.
You gasped into his mouth, your fingers tangling into the fabric of his cloak as he deepened the kiss, his body flush against yours. Every touch, every movement was controlled, deliberate—yet underneath it, you could feel it. The storm beneath his calm.
When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath uneven.
"This… was a mistake," he murmured, though his grip on you didn’t loosen.
You smirked, brushing your fingers along his jaw, feeling the way he tensed under your touch. "Then why do you look like you want to do it again?"
His eyes darkened.
And just like that, restraint shattered.
The wind howled through the mountains, carrying the scent of damp earth and the lingering metallic tang of battle. You wiped the blood from your cheek—thankfully, not yours—and exhaled, your muscles burning from the fight. The ruins you had been sent to investigate were nothing but rubble now, thanks to the massive beast that had ambushed you.
And thanks to the man currently standing with his arms crossed, looking far too smug for someone who had arrived late to the fight.
"You had it handled?" Gildarts Clive chuckled, tilting his head as he surveyed the mess. His cloak fluttered in the wind, his battle-worn armor barely fastened, as if he hadn’t taken this mission seriously at all.
You huffed, crossing your arms. "I did."
He raised a brow, clearly amused. "Yeah? 'Cause from where I was standing, it looked like you were about to be monster chow."
You scowled. "I was fine."
His smirk widened. "Sure you were, sweetheart."
That damn nickname. You hated how your pulse jumped every time he said it, the way his deep, rough voice made it sound like something far more intimate.
"Don’t call me that," you muttered, turning away.
But Gildarts had never been one to let things go. In a blink, he was behind you, his presence overwhelming, his heat pressing against your back. His breath ghosted over your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
"Why not?" His voice was lower now, teasing, but there was something else there. Something heavier.
You swallowed hard. "Because it—"
"Because it makes you think about things you shouldn't?" His hand rested lightly on your hip, fingers tracing slow circles through the fabric of your torn tunic. "Because it makes you wonder what it’d sound like if I whispered it a little closer?"
You should have stepped away. Should have told him to stop playing with you. But instead, you turned to face him, your breath catching when you realized just how close he was. His eyes burned into you, full of mischief, full of promises he wasn’t supposed to make.
"I—"
You didn’t get the chance to finish.
Gildarts moved fast—too fast—pressing you against the jagged stone wall of the ruins, his body pinning yours with a slow, deliberate pressure that had nothing to do with fighting. His fingers traced up your arm, slow and featherlight, until they reached your chin, tilting it just enough for him to meet your gaze.
"You know," he murmured, his thumb brushing over your lower lip, "I’m not really good at playing nice."
You exhaled shakily. "Good thing I don’t want nice."
A slow grin spread across his face. "Yeah?"
And then his lips crashed into yours.
There was nothing gentle about it. Gildarts kissed like he fought—fierce, consuming, overwhelming in the best way. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you, no air, no reason left in your mind.
His mouth moved against yours with a hunger that sent heat pooling in your core. You gripped his cloak, fisting the fabric as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing, coaxing, setting every nerve in your body alight.
When he finally pulled back, his breath was ragged, his forehead resting against yours. "Damn," he muttered, his voice husky. "You’re trouble."
You smirked, still breathless. "And you love it."
His laughter was low, rough, and undeniably wicked. "Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, brushing his lips against your ear, "you have no idea."
The forest was quiet—too quiet. The eerie stillness sent a chill up your spine as you gripped your weapon, scanning the area for any signs of movement. The mission had seemed simple enough: track down a rogue dark guild causing trouble near Magnolia and put an end to their schemes.
But now, standing in the middle of the trees with the scent of burning magic lingering in the air, you had a sinking feeling that things were about to go very, very wrong.
A low growl rumbled behind you.
You barely had time to turn before a massive, scaled beast lunged from the shadows, its sharp claws aiming right for you. You braced yourself for impact—
Flames roared past you, slamming into the creature with devastating force. The impact sent a shockwave through the ground, knocking you back a few steps as the beast screeched in agony.
You knew that fire anywhere.
A smirking, fire-haired dragon slayer stepped beside you, flames still licking at his fists. "You seriously thought you’d take this thing on alone?"
You shot Natsu a glare, your heart still hammering in your chest. "I had it under control."
He snorted. "Yeah, sure you did." His eyes flicked to the charred remains of the monster, then back to you with a teasing glint. "You should be thanking me, y’know."
You huffed. "Thanks," you muttered, rolling your eyes.
But before you could say anything else, Natsu stepped closer. Too close. His heat enveloped you, even though his flames had long since died down. His expression shifted from teasing to something more intense, something that sent a completely different kind of heat rushing through you.
"You’re hurt," he murmured, his gaze trailing over your shoulder where your sleeve was torn, revealing a shallow cut.
"It’s nothing," you mumbled, but Natsu didn’t seem convinced.
His fingers brushed against your skin, warm and rough, sending a shiver through you. His touch lingered, his thumb tracing slow circles over your shoulder, and suddenly, your heartbeat had nothing to do with the fight you just had.
"You’re always so damn reckless," he muttered, his voice lower now, filled with something unfamiliar. Something dangerous.
You swallowed hard. "Like you’re one to talk."
Natsu’s smirk returned, but this time, there was something different about it. Something predatory. His free hand came up, curling around your waist, tugging you flush against him.
"Maybe," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear, "but I don’t let people I care about get hurt."
Your breath hitched.
You should have said something—should have pushed him away, should have done anything except let yourself melt against him. But the way his fingers pressed into your skin, the way his body radiated heat against yours, made coherent thought impossible.
"Natsu—"
You didn’t get to finish.
His lips crashed against yours, hot and demanding, stealing the air from your lungs. His grip tightened on your waist as he pulled you even closer, his fire searing into you in the best possible way. His kiss was rough, wild, completely unrestrained, just like him.
A small gasp escaped you, and Natsu took full advantage, deepening the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours, coaxing, teasing, consuming. His hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back as he pressed you against the nearest tree, trapping you between his body and the rough bark.
"You drive me crazy," he growled against your lips before kissing you again, harder this time, as if he was trying to prove a point.
Your fingers dug into his shoulders, clinging to him as heat coiled in your stomach, setting every nerve in your body alight.
"Natsu—" you panted when he finally pulled back, his lips barely an inch from yours.
His smirk was wicked, his pupils blown wide with something untamed. "Say my name like that again, and I won’t be able to stop."
You shivered. "Then don’t."
A deep, rumbling growl left his throat before his lips were back on yours, and this time, there was no holding back.
And as the forest burned around you, you knew one thing for certain:
You would gladly let Natsu Dragneel consume you whole.
The cold wind bit at your skin as you stood in the middle of the frozen battlefield, your breath coming in heavy gasps. The mission had been an ambush—a group of dark wizards had set a trap, and now you were left bruised, exhausted, and struggling to stay on your feet.
But you weren’t alone.
Gray Fullbuster stood in front of you, shirtless as always, his body radiating raw power despite the ice magic coursing through his veins. His sharp eyes scanned the remaining enemies, his jaw tight with frustration.
"You okay?" His voice was lower than usual, rougher.
You nodded, trying to steady yourself. "I’m fine."
Gray scoffed. "Yeah? 'Cause you don’t look fine."
You hated the way your body reacted to him—how just the sight of him standing there, muscles tense and lips slightly parted, made your knees weak in a way that had nothing to do with the fight.
"Let’s just finish this," you muttered.
But before you could take another step, an enemy launched an attack from the shadows. A sharp blast of dark magic shot toward you, too fast to dodge.
You barely had time to react before Gray was in front of you, his body a shield as his ice magic erupted in an instant, blocking the attack. The force of the blast sent you stumbling back, and before you could hit the ground, strong arms wrapped around your waist.
"Dammit," Gray cursed, holding you close. "You’re reckless."
"You’re one to talk," you shot back, but your voice came out breathless, your chest pressed against his bare skin.
Gray didn’t let go. Instead, his grip tightened, his fingers digging into your sides. His breath was warm against your ear, despite the cold surrounding you.
"You scared me," he muttered.
Your heart stuttered. "Gray—"
"Shut up," he growled, pulling back just enough to look at you. His dark eyes burned into yours, filled with something dangerous, something you weren’t sure you were ready for.
But then he kissed you.
It was sudden, almost desperate. His lips crashed against yours, and you barely had time to react before heat spread through you, completely at odds with the icy magic still lingering in the air. His hands slid down to your waist, gripping you like he needed you, like letting go wasn’t an option.
A small gasp escaped you, and Gray took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue teasing against yours, slow and intoxicating. His body pressed against yours, firm and unrelenting, as if he was trying to melt into you entirely.
When he finally pulled away, his breath was ragged, his forehead resting against yours.
"You drive me insane," he muttered, his fingers trailing over your cheek.
You smirked, still breathless. "Good."
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest before his lips found yours again, softer this time but just as hungry.
And in that moment, as the ice around you began to crack, you realized something:
Gray Fullbuster was cold, but with you, he burned.
The battlefield was chaos. Explosions lit up the sky, dust and debris clouding the air as you dodged another blast of magic. Your body ached, muscles screaming from the relentless fight, but you weren’t about to back down.
Not when your opponent was still standing.
With a sharp inhale, you steadied yourself, gripping your weapon tighter. The dark guild members had underestimated you, but that wouldn’t last long. You just had to hold out—
A shadow loomed behind you.
You barely had time to react before a massive force crashed down, sending shockwaves through the ground. You stumbled forward, only for a pair of strong, ironclad arms to wrap around your waist, yanking you out of harm’s way.
"The hell do ya think you’re doin’, woman?"
You groaned, blinking up at the familiar, red-eyed dragon slayer now standing over you. Gajeel Redfox.
"Saving your ass, apparently," you shot back.
Gajeel snorted, his grip on you firm even as he helped you back onto your feet. "More like the other way around. You looked like ya were about to get squashed."
You glared at him, though the heat radiating off his body was distracting. He was so damn solid, muscles tense from battle, his long black hair wild and messy from the fight.
Before you could argue, another enemy charged. Gajeel pushed you behind him with an easy strength, his body acting as an impenetrable wall.
"Stay back," he growled.
But you weren’t one to sit still. As Gajeel lunged forward, his iron fists colliding with the enemy, you moved with him, striking from behind.
"Oi, I told ya—"
"I don’t take orders," you interrupted, smirking as you flipped past him, dodging another attack.
Gajeel let out a low growl, and despite the fight raging around you, you could feel the heat between you both crackling like a live wire. He was watching you now, eyes dark with something deeper than just battle adrenaline.
Something you weren’t ready to acknowledge just yet.
But then, a sharp pain shot through your side.
A cry escaped you as you were sent flying backward, slamming into a pile of rubble. The impact knocked the wind out of you, your vision spinning.
"Shit," you gasped, trying to push yourself up.
Heavy footsteps thundered toward you, but before another attack could land—
A roar split through the battlefield.
Gajeel was on them in an instant, his iron magic ripping through the air with deadly precision. His normally cocky demeanor was gone, replaced by something primal, something furious.
When the last enemy fell, Gajeel turned on his heel, stalking toward you with an intensity that made your heart pound for an entirely different reason.
"You okay?" His voice was rough, laced with barely restrained anger.
You managed a weak grin. "I’m fine—"
Gajeel didn’t let you finish.
One second, you were sitting up, and the next, he had you pinned against the nearest wall, his hands braced beside your head, caging you in. His breath was hot against your skin, his red eyes burning into yours.
"Ya scared the shit outta me," he muttered.
You swallowed hard. "I’m not that easy to kill."
"Don’t care." His voice was lower now, rougher. His fingers grazed over your injured side, the touch surprisingly gentle despite his usual brashness. "Yer mine to protect."
Your breath hitched. "Gajeel—"
His lips crashed against yours, all fire and frustration, demanding and unrelenting. He kissed you like he was claiming you, like he needed to prove something—to himself, to you, to anyone who thought they could take you away from him.
A low moan escaped you as his hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him. His body was all muscle, solid and warm, and when he pressed even closer, you could feel just how badly he wanted you.
When he finally pulled away, his smirk was back, though his eyes still held that dark, dangerous glint.
"You’re mine, got it?"
Your lips were swollen, breath shaky as you smirked back. "Took you long enough to say it."
Gajeel growled, his lips crashing back onto yours, and this time, he had no intention of letting you go.
I have been trying to make a drawing like this for years, so for the 20th anniversary I decided to bite the bullet and actually commit. It was my first time drawing a majority of these characters and it was so fun!! Started this in March and I was still late but that's not important.
Close-ups under cut because tumblr couldn't handle the quality
