cw. sub characters, dom gender neutral reader, semi public teasing in lucy's part, hair pulling in juvia's part, size difference in levy's part, choking in mira's (if you squint), biting in cana's part
lucy heartfilia. her ass
lucy gets embarrassed when she catches you staring at her ass but the blush that creeps up her cheeks is never really angry
"w-watch where you’re looking!" she huffs, pulling her skirt down but her eyes keep flicking back to you, almost like she wants you to keep doing it
a simple palm on the curve of her ass makes her go stiff. a slow squeeze? she gasps, her hands twitching at her sides, trying not to make a sound
the moment you lean in and whisper, “you get flustered so easily,” while squeezing again? she whimpers, thighs pressing together like she’s trying to hide how turned on she is
lucy knows she has a great ass. she doesn’t flaunt it too openly, but she’s aware of the way eyes follow her in those tight shorts or skirts
but when you compliment it with that low, dominant voice—“you know this ass is mine, right?”—and follow it up with a firm squeeze? she goes absolutely insane
a bold hand slipping down her lower back and grabbing her ass in public (discreetly, of course) gets her biting her lip and glancing around like she’s guilty, but she doesn’t stop you
in private? you spread her across your lap, grip her hips, and knead her ass with strong hands. the way she whines when you palm her deeply is music to your ears
erza scarlet. her thighs
erza's thighs are toned from years of combat, solid muscle, strength, and grace, but touch them with intent and she loses all composure
just your fingers grazing up the inside of her thighs has her clenching her fists, eyes fluttering, lips parting in a soft, shocked moan
you start low, trailing slow, deliberate kisses up her thighs, never quite reaching the centre. she's breathing harder by the second.
her voice comes out low and strained: “d-don't tease me…” but she doesn’t stop you. in fact, she subtly spreads her legs further, just inviting more
you whisper her name against her skin, lips brushing the crease of her inner thigh, and her entire body jolts
"you're always so strong,” you murmur, “but here? you're all mine.” and she lets out the softest whimper you’ve ever heard from her
you push her onto the bed, her armour gone, legs parted as you kneel between them. the moment you grip her thighs and move them apart yourself, slow and commanding, she gives in instantly
teasing strokes between her thighs, brushing that sweet spot just shy of too much, sends her spiraling. she bucks her hips without meaning to, desperate.
"don't stop,” she pleads, her pride forgotten in the haze of want. you kiss the inside of her thigh again. she nearly sobs.
juvia lockser. her hair
juvia spends time making her hair look perfect, sleek and smooth but she never expected how sensitive she’d be to the right touch
the first time you run your fingers through it slowly, she shivers and clutches your arm — "ah—w-wait… that feels…” her cheeks flush pink and you realise you’ve found gold
you grip a handful of her thick curls during a kiss, firm, not too rough, just possessive, and tug her head back slightly. she lets out a sharp breath, her lips parted in shock
"y-you can’t just—!” she stammers, but her body leans into you, visibly trembling. she loves it, even if she’s overwhelmed
juvia wants to be doted on, claimed, loved fiercely. you take her by the hair, guide her movements, control the rhythm of your kisses or your touches and she becomes a submissive puddle in your hands
"juvia belongs to you,” she’ll moan, her body pliant beneath you, utterly desperate for your approval and affection
you pull her hair gently while whispering, “you're doing so well,” and she practically melts right there.
her breath catches in her throat, her fingers clutch at your clothes, and she whispers, “juvia loves it… please, keep going…”
levy mcgarden. her waist
the first time your hands settled on her waist — casual, firm, confident — she froze. her breath caught in her throat and her eyes went wide
"y-you can’t just grab me like that…” she stammered, but her voice lacked conviction. her body was already pressing into your touch
your hands practically engulf her waist. one palm alone can span most of her side, and when you wrap both arms around her middle, she disappears against your chest
she plays it off with flustered giggles, but secretly that contrast drives her wild. she wants to be held like that
you sneak up behind her while she’s reading, slip your hands around her waist, and tug her flush against you
she yelps, instantly red-faced, her book forgotten. “y-you’re not playing fair,” she breathes but she leans back into you like she needs it
you grip her hips and pull her onto your lap, hands firm at her waist, fingers pressing into her soft sides and her whole body shudders
she squirms a little, trying to maintain her composure, but her reactions betray her; a bitten lip, shaky breath, flushed cheeks
you can lift her effortlessly, hands under her thighs or arms tight around her waist. she clutches your shoulders with a squeak — half shock, half thrill
mirajane strauss. her neck
mira is graceful and composed, always with that soft smile, but she melts the moment you brush your lips along her neck
she tries to keep her sweet composure, but you notice how her breath hitches and her fingers clutch your sleeve. “that's… a sensitive spot,” she admits with a trembling voice
one slow, teasing kiss under her jawline and she turns to putty. she tilts her head almost instinctively, offering you more
"you're so mean,” she whispers, but her body leans into yours like she doesn’t want you to stop. spoiler alert she doesn’t
wrap a hand gently around her throat while pressing her against a surface, apply just enough pressure to make her feel the dominance and she goes absolutely silent. eyes wide, chest rising with every breath, completely pliant in your hands
you press her against a wall, kiss her hard, then bite down lightly at the curve between her shoulder and her throat and mira moans, softly but deeply.
"y-you really shouldn’t…” she gasps, but her knees buckle slightly. she's gone, and you know it
she secretly loves when you mark her there. hickeys, bites, little lingering bruises, it feels like a claim, and she craves it.
the next day at the guild, she covers them with makeup (badly) and blushes when anyone teases her, but there’s pride in her eyes. you did that. she let you.
cana alberona. her chest
cana wears barely anything because she likes the attention but she never expected someone to use it against her
the way your eyes linger, the way your fingers trace just along the edge of her neckline, not touching too much but enough to make her squirm? it kills her
she's used to being the tease — she'll lean in close, press her chest to yours and make dirty jokes without batting an eye but the second you grab her by the waist, back her into a wall, and press your hands against her chest with purpose, her cocky persona will shatter
"d-don't think that gets to me," she tries to laugh it off but her voice shakes and you feel the way her body arches into your touch
you take charge in a way that flusters her completely — you straddle her waist, palms flat against her chest, keeping her pinned and exposed
her usual wit is gone, replaced by quiet breathless sounds and glazed-over eyes
"can't handle a little attention?” you tease, your thumbs brushing over her nipples and she just whimpers
she's into a little roughness. when you bite down gently on the swell of her breast just enough to sting, she gasps and arches up into you like she needs it
I don't know why, but I can imagine cana knows how to pole dance. like she saw a class for it and thought it would be a fun way to get some exercise. now though? now she uses it to tease you with her moves. she has a hidden pole in her apartment. she puts on lots of sultry shows all for you, moving her body around the most amazing ways in an outfit that's barely there. but she tells you that she has a no touching policy. it doesn't take long to break her and that policy. just like cana wanted.
YEAH SHE WOULD yk like lucy in dragon cry when she's doing the dancing 🙏🙏🙏 cana gives such stripper vibes and honestly i love that for her
she would give such good lap dances and strip teaches, give you a no touch policy only for her to start grinding on your thigh
