"Anonymous asked: Hi, this is the same anon who sent the last request about writing a fanfic about your headcanon, i just forwarded it here like you asked. :)"

The headcanon: Headcanon that when Erza asks Jellal what his favorite set of her lingerie is he just says "nothing" and fucks her on the dresser.

I don't think this requires explanation.

Nothing At All

Jellal fell into the bed and enjoyed the scent of fabric softener puff around him. He didn't think appreciation of such luxuries would ever grow old. Erza had excellent taste in sheets – something he'd learned quickly. She'd rambled on about the importance of a high thread count the day she brought the packages home, but Jellal didn't fully understand until he was cocooned in angelic softness that smelled of lavender. He never slept with a shirt anymore. Erza assumed this was because of his desire to be close with her, and in part it was, however, he truly enjoyed the texture of the expensive sheets against his skin.

"Jellal!"

"Hm?"

"I've said your name at least five times," Erza huffed. "I have an important question."

"What is it?" He sat up on one elbow and found his wife with her hands on her hips glaring at him. She was clad in scandalously tiny scraps of black lace.

"Do you like this?" She gestured to her lingerie.

"It's nice."

Erza's eyebrows furrowed. Without warning her body shimmered in a rush of magic and suddenly she was wrapped in purple lace instead.

"And this one?" she asked.

"I like it too."

"What about this one?" Blue satin appeared and lifted her breasts into a stunning amount of cleavage.

"Why is my preference important?"

Erza's head tilted to the side in frustrated confusion.

"Because I want you to like it!"

"Erza –"

She shimmered again and changed into something entirely too strappy and complicated.

"This one isn't my favorite but if you like it –"

Jellal sighed and Erza frowned again. He watched as she mentally scrolled through whatever collection of skimpy underwear she'd amassed in her requip space and just as she wavered in the air he shot off the bed with his own spell. Erza's eyes were wide with surprise when she found herself caught between him and the edge of the dresser.

"How did you –"

"We've been living together for long enough," he said leaning down to kiss the spot behind her ear that always stole her breath. "I wondered what would happen if I disrupted your requip."

Erza gasped when his hand settled on a shockingly naked hip.

"Now I know."

"But –"

"And if you want to know what I prefer you in most," Jellal whispered as he dragged his lips over her cheek. "It's nothing."

Erza didn't protest as he lifted her to the surface of the dresser. She made quick work of the pajama pants that hung low around his waist. His hand drifted from her hip to her thigh to keep her balanced on the edge. It didn't matter how soft the sheets on the bed were in the grand scheme of things. Erza was always softer.