#fairytailxreader

It started as a drunken guild bet—some half-serious challenge scribbled between bounty postings, a dare buried beneath nonsense about drinking contests and sparring rematches. You weren’t even supposed to notice it. It was a joke, something meant to get laughs over mugs of beer and spilled stew.

But Laxus noticed.

Something in him went still. Not anger. Not quite. It was darker—possessiveness coiled with pride, tempered by the glint of something territorial in his eyes. It wasn’t about the bet. It was about you. And when he saw your name beside the dare—Let [Y/N] take on the Thunder God Tribe, bet she can’t last five minutes—he didn’t laugh.

He just smirked. And made sure the training hall was cleared.

Now you're on your knees in the middle of the floor, the stone cool beneath your bare skin, wrists bound tight behind your back with a silk sash someone “borrowed” from Erza’s closet. Your arms ache, your thighs tremble, but it’s the grip on your scalp that keeps you still. Laxus stands behind you, one thick hand buried in your hair, holding you in place like a trophy he’s showing off.

He doesn’t like to share. He’s made that very clear.

But when it’s his idea—when he’s the one in charge—everything becomes fair game.

The rest of the boys are circling now. Freed’s shirt is already gone, abs glistening with sweat. Bickslow’s tongue flicks over his lip, pupils blown wide as he eyes the way you writhe under Laxus’s grip. Even Evergreen’s watching from the shadows, arms crossed and eyes sharp—not joining, but not stopping it either. There’s something amused in her gaze, like she’s taking mental notes, enjoying the spectacle in her own quiet, dangerous way, smirking like she knows how this ends.

The bet doesn’t matter anymore. This is about Laxus proving a point.

He leans down, breath hot at your ear.

“Five minutes?” he growls. “Let’s see how many times you can come in ten.”

His hand yanks your head back as he forces your gaze up—past his smirk, past the others unbuckling their belts—to the guild crest above the door. It’s the only thing you’re allowed to focus on as Laxus shoves his fingers past your lips, curling them against your tongue until you gag.

“That’s it,” he mutters. “Let ‘em hear how pretty you sound when you choke.”

What follows is a blur of teeth and skin and sound. Hands roam your body—rough, eager. Fingers tease your nipples, twist them. A palm strikes your ass, the sting blooming instantly, making you jolt forward. Someone’s cock rubs against your cheek. Another slaps against your thigh.

And Laxus? He never lets go of your hair.

Every time you squirm too much, his fist tightens. Every moan earns a rough tug. His voice is a constant in your ear—taunting, praising, commanding.

“You wanted this.” “Don’t pretend you’re not soaked.” “Look how greedy that cunt is.”

They take turns using your mouth, your pussy, your ass—each moment blurring into the next in a dizzying flood of sensation. One thrusts deep while another strokes your cheek, another tugs at your hips with bruising force. It’s not just use—it’s rhythm, contrast, a dance of dominance that leaves your body shaking and your mind unmoored. The pressure, the fullness, the stretch—you feel everything, everywhere, all at once—each thrust more punishing than the last. They fuck you like a toy passed between brothers, laughing, growling, praising you for how well you take it. It’s filthy. Messy. Overwhelming. Lube and spit and cum slick every inch of your body.

And through it all, Laxus watches.

He only joins in once you’re wrecked—gagged, drooling, and reduced to something raw and pliant. When he finally steps in, it’s not with haste but with a slow, deliberate dominance that says you’re his to finish. His eyes flick down over your body—not with sympathy, but with the satisfaction of a predator knowing the prey is exactly where it should be. Then, and only then, does he kneel behind you, his cock already hard, the head pressed between your cheeks.

“Mine now,” he grunts, and the stretch burns.

You sob, but your hips roll back anyway.

He grabs a fistful of your hair, yanks your head up again, and snarls against your ear.

“Say it. Say who you belong to.”

And you do.

Over and over, until the others are laughing, until Laxus is groaning and emptying inside you, until the air smells like sweat and sex and thunder magic crackling through the floor.

By the end, your throat’s raw. Your legs won’t hold you. You collapse in a trembling mess across his lap, his arms the only thing keeping you from sliding onto the floor.

He kisses your temple. Rough. Possessive.

And when someone dares ask if you lost the bet—

Laxus chuckles darkly. “She didn’t lose.”

He strokes your thigh, voice dropping into something low and dangerous.

Jackal doesn’t even know why he took you to be healed , something just intrigued him. To him , you were like a toy that he wanted and now has. That was what he told himself at first , nothing else really could explain it. 

When he does return to the cube , he does get a few looks from his other gates. Mard Geer didn't really understand why Jackal would do that , humans are worthless and dirt beneath their feet. The initial thought is that this might lead him from not taking part of their plans. He gets punished for his actions but he doesn't care because it was worth it.

“Humans are worthless and should be eliminated.” That’s his opinion on every human , except for you. Something about your existence keeps him entertained. Watching you trying to escape , it’s so intriguing to him. 

It was a hard first month with Tartaros , you couldn't leave or do anything. You were at the mercy of everything in that god forsaken place. Staying alive without any torture and good care was already a blessing , you started to appreciate it.

At times , he’ll just go up and touch you to scare you. Sometimes touching your shoulder , arms , or even hands. He only sets off one time , but seeing your startled expression makes him so exhilarated. "Worried about getting hurt?"

Jackal never tries to actually hurt you , and if he does , it’s truly unintentional. Once his did explode you and he was too stunned to speak. When seeing you rest in your room he tried to apologize but didn't know how to put it into words.

Ended up yelling at you and running off and then came back. “Why would I ever hurt my little play thing? That would be such a waste , I want to experiment with my explosions on someone… 🙂” This comes off in a silly way , and you start laughing which offends him.

The explosion damage wasn't to bad after all and you had an idea to use him to help you train. It was true he could be a nuisance but it was a good way to get back in shape. It's a good opportunity to get better at what you wanted to do anyways

Mard Geer doesn't even care about your existence now , because you're a human , and its now clear any of them can kill you at anytime. Also uses this freedom of yours to learn more about human magic.

Since you finally gained some freedom after two months , you decide to fight Jackal when you see him.

When he sees you trying to pick a fight with him to gain strength , he goes all in. What's in their to lose? His human is trying to fight him , one of the nine demon gates , and for what? To become powerful? In his mind , it's adorable how you can really believe you'll be as strong as he is! Nothing can stop Tartaros and the gates don't even use magic , but curses.

After a few blows later , he realizes you have no intention of trying to surpass him. Which really makes him feel somewhat disappointed but still somewhat entertained. Wondering what were you trying to get at? Escaping wasn't an option , and trying to kill him would be idiotic. He'll be brought back to life in the lab regardless. He'll never leave you alone even if you somehow kill him , always coming back to see you once again.

This goes on for a few months and you feel more accomplished everyday. Even gaining some feelings for him in the process.

When he does start to feel something for you despite his ignorant beliefs , he does start flirting in some many types of ways to get a reaction.

Immediately tries to blow up everything else he deems as a nuisance to show off his strength. You obliviously had a reaction of "What the Hell??" This goes on for a few weeks and it does get him in a little trouble.

Seilah ended up confronting him about this because its disrupting her reading. "Jackal , why are you doing this? There's no good reason for you to be destroying our base. Is this for that human?""Yes it is for that human , they've intrigued me and I want to impress them. Is there a problem?"

Seilah chuckles and walks away without saying a word , and Jackal scoffs at the action.

He's always been flirty towards you , but it increased. More teasing came with that as well. Which led you to joke around and say " Do you like me or something." "Why wouldn't I?"

Leaves you stunned but it led to a new thing with Jackal , and it's something you'll forever be happy about.

He never leaves your side after that , always trying to protect you / show off. It's a loving relationship and he's still cocky. It's worth it because you'll always be safe with him around.

Jackal can't even get jealous because no one will ever be better than him. What's there to be scared of? Does his best to be somewhat human towards you because "humans are fragile and weak." The ignorant beliefs don't leave but you know know what he truely feels for you. That's all that matters.

A.N. Part 2: I went to the lands of devianart , wattpad , and I even back to QUOTEV. Do you know how sad it is to go back on that platform to find fanfiction after writing fanfiction and have your father read it??? I went back , found like one fanfic and it was where the reader was a catgirl. Though , I did read this one fanfiction , it was a Mard Geer X Reader X Jackal. It was good even though it was short. Thank the lord for them because I started TWEAKING.

Link to that amazing persons fanfiction , go check them out if you see this!!!