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
she teases, pouts and tests boundaries because she wants you to remind her who's in control
she finds it deliciously ironic that a creature so fearsome in appearance handles her with more care than any human ever has
she adores being restrained, especially by your monstrous limbs or tails, held suspended midair while your voice coos softly about how good she's doing
size kink is huge here
she gets off on the disparity between your size and hers, especially when you fill her so slowly, savouring every whimper she makes
she acts unimpressed by your gentle praise but secretly lives for it
"good girl, taking it so well," in a deep affectionate tone makes her clench every time
her aftercare obsession is unmatched
she wants to be cleaned up by your claws, nuzzled under your chin, even fed snacks in bed
the others are under the cut <3
ultear
ultear pretends she’s in control, but she melts the second you lean in and softly say, "you don't have to pretend with me."
she craves punishment as catharsis — spanking, edging, orgasm denial
you're never cruel, only strict in a way that makes her feel safe to let go of her control
praise + soft degradation combo!!!
she wants to be told she's a filthy little thing for wanting your monstrous touch, but also your perfect girl who takes it so well
she gets turned on when you retract your monstrous features mid-scene
horns fading, claws becoming hands
and kiss her as your gentler self, only to shift back when she begs for more
despite her aloof exterior, ultear whines and sobs under your control
her desperation is quiet, pleading, and utterly sincere
you handle her trembling body like sacred glass
yukino
at first she's she’s shy about your body
but her shyness melts into wonder
she's the kind to gasp softly at the sight of tentacles wrapping around her, then shyly whisper for you not to stop
your limbs holding her wrists together, lifting her legs or holding her open while you praise her makes her feel utterly adored
she's sensitive to touch so when your tentacles explore every inch of her, she squirms and moans in helpless surrender
loves when you hold her face with monstrous tenderness
claws near her jaw but never hurting
it makes her feel chosen and safe
she gets flustered when you restrain her softly in midair with your extra limbs, moving her exactly how you want
tentacle teasing between her thighs or circling her nipples makes her lose control quickly
lucy
lucy's fascinated by your body in an almost academic way at first
she'll touch your claws or trace your limbs in curiosity, then blush when she realises how much it turns her on
the idea that you, this monster, could fuck her anywhere and no one would know unless you wanted them to, excites her
tentacle play is her guilty pleasure
she blushes so hard when you fill her with more than one, but she loves the fullness
praises your gentleness constantly
"you're so careful with me..."
the mix of monster strength and soft domming makes her feel adored
she likes when you restrain her with just enough pressure to remind her of your strength, while murmuring sweet things in her ear
deep down, she loves when you overwhelm her
not roughly, but with sheer sensory overload from all your limbs
juvia
absolutely worships you for being both powerful and tender
she thinks it's the most romantic thing in the world that a monster can be so gentle
she loves combining her magic with your body, letting your tentacles slip through currents and wrap her in wet squirming restraint
gets obsessed with the feeling of your claws dragging lightly over her wet skin, leaving red streaks
she calls them love marks
juvia wants to be utterly wrapped up in you, helpless in a web of limbs and tentacles
the more surrounded she is by you, the more secure she feels
she moans the loudest when you hold her chin delicately with monstrous fingers, forcing her to meet your eyes as you whisper love and filth in equal measure
loves messy, dripping, slippery sex with you
the combination of your body and her water magic is her fantasy playground
levy
levy is endlessly curious about your body
she'll bombard you with questions while tracing her hands over your extra limbs, fascinated by every twitch and texture
loves being manhandled
when you scoop her up effortlessly with a few tentacles and spread her thighs open, she feels small but cherished
she's read erotica about bondage and sensory play, so she'll shyly ask you to use your claws or tentacles to experiment on her body
gets so flustered when your claws drag down her thighs, leaving faint lines
she bites her lip and pretends she’s fine, but she’s dripping
with all your limbs, you can touch her everywhere at once
she writhes and begs when you do this, utterly undone
being pressed against a wall, her legs held open by your limbs, while you whisper praise in her ear about how perfect she is for you is her favourite
I just want you to know I enjoyed your university au for Lucy. Cheerleader Lucy has activated something feral in me. Really hope you have something else planed for the other FT ladies in this au. Even if you don't, thanks for writing it and keep up the amazing work!
cheerleader lucy makes me feral too 😔
i can spitball some ideas for the other ft girlies in a university au just for you <3
erza would be a ta i think. strict and no-nonsense until she's blushing when you praise her. she wears thigh high stockings and lacey underwear under her blazer and pencil skirt combo just for you, knowing full well you'll check her out in every seminar she teaches. sometimes you visit her in her office and make her bend over her desk, have her recite facts while teasing her relentlessly, punishing her if she stutters or gets anything wrong.
levy would be a volunteer in the library. quiet, nerdy and constantly surrounded by books, levy is especially easy to corrupt in the silence of the library stacks. she's obedient of course,m but her bratty streak comes out in flirtatious little notes she leaves in the margins of books she knows you'll read. bending her over study tables, whispering filthy commands into her ear while she struggles to stay quiet, a hand clamped over her mouth.
juvia would be captain of the swim team, obsessed with you fucking her in the pool after hours. making out in changing rooms, feeling her up in the showers. mira is the cute and charming barista in the campus café, smiling innocently as if she doesn't have a vibrator between her legs while she works her shift.
considering that levy both reads erotic novels and has a size difference kink, I can safely say that she has a monster lover kink. so many of those novels are in that genre, and it must have awakened something in her. maybe it's the romance as you both whisper how much you need and want each other. maybe it's the danger of being taken by this large beast that'll ravage her body. either way, she has at least fifty different scenarios of you playing some monster, and she wants to try them all.
ugh of course she would the dirty little minx
even better if you had some form of magic that played right into it like being able to conjure up tentacles or turn into a beast yourself
levy just loves the feeling of being overpowered, wrecked until she can't think anymore and she never gets bored of whatever fantasies she comes up with in that perverted little brain of hers
