#black clover reader insert

[redginganinja]

Nozel x Reader

Hey all.... Slowly trying to get back into writing and adding some fandoms to the list. One I'm into right now is Black Clover....

Anyways, here's a somewhat self indulgent fic for Nozel Silva x female reader.

Prologue

Y/N POV

Hissing in anger, I slammed my fist into the door, the solid oak absorbing the impact with a dull thud. Its imposing presence loomed tall as the ceiling, a formidable barrier that seemed to mock my attempts to escape. Locked tightly, it denied me even a glimpse of freedom, leaving me feeling claustrophobic and trapped within its unforgiving embrace.

“Ahem…” a voice cleared their throat behind me, breaking the suffocating silence.

I groaned, the frustration evident in my tone. “What?” I snapped without turning around, my fist still pressed against the unyielding door.

“We really should get started…” a male voice began, his words carrying a sense of urgency. “Your father instructed me to prepare you for the arrival of the King, and the rest of the royals.”

"What’s to prepare?" I asked the tutor sarcastically, finally turning around to face him, my gaze sharp and unrelenting. "Smile, say pleasant things - I can manage…"

He scoffed dismissively, his demeanor brimming with conviction. “There is far more to it than that, my lady. They will be here in the morning, and you are woefully underprepared.”

I regarded him with thinly veiled disinterest, my patience wearing thin. “Locking me in here with you will not convince me to listen. In fact…” A mischievous grin danced upon my lips as I extended my hand, conjuring a surge of magic that crackled with energy, freezing him to the floor where he stood. “You can stay here, but I have plans…”

“You cannot! I - “

I cut off his protests with a smirk, reveling in the control I held over the situation. “Do I need to freeze your mouth as well?” I taunted, relishing in the power coursing through my veins.

He clamped his mouth shut, his eyes wide with apprehension, and I couldn't help but smile. “Thank you. I’m leaving - you will not scream for help, or there will be hell to pay later. I will be back tonight…”

“Your father..” he began, his voice meek.

“ - I do not care what my father says. You will keep quiet if you know what’s good for you.” I hissed, my tone leaving no room for argument as I gathered my belongings with purpose.

Ignoring his wary gaze, I swiftly collected my things, tossing a bag out the window in a calculated act of defiance. I strode behind the privacy screen, shedding the confines of my formal attire with a sense of liberation, exchanging them for the simple garments of a commoner - pants and a casual tunic that offered freedom of movement and anonymity in equal measure.

Emerging from behind the screen, I met his gaze head-on, my expression unyielding. “You will keep quiet until you see the sun rising on the horizon. If I’m not home by then, you may worry, and send someone after me. Understood?” I demanded, my words laced with an unmistakable air of command.

He gulped audibly, his compliance evident in the nod of his head, and I accepted it without hesitation, knowing that my departure would not go unnoticed for long.

With purposeful strides, I made my way to the window, summoning a gust of wind to carry me down to the awaiting bag below. The descent was swifter than I intended, and I landed with a huff, the impact driving the breath from my lungs as I dusted myself off.

Draping a cloak around my shoulders, I pulled the hood low over my features, concealing my identity from prying eyes as I ventured into the bustling streets below. The town was alive with activity, preparations for the royal visit evident in every corner as people scurried about, consumed by the chaos of anticipation.

Navigating the labyrinthine streets with practiced ease, I blended seamlessly into the throng of commoners, my stolen cloak affording me the anonymity I sought. With each step, I felt the weight of expectation slip away, replaced by a sense of freedom and possibility that beckoned me forward into the unknown.

As I made my way through the streets, my senses were inundated with the vibrant spectacle of the town adorned in honor of the impending royal visit. Streamers danced in the breeze, and colorful signs adorned every corner, announcing the forthcoming festivities to all who passed by. The air buzzed with an electric energy as people hurried about, their frenzied movements a testament to the meticulous preparations underway - food stalls being erected, clothing stalls bustling with activity, and vendors hawking their wares in anticipation of the influx of visitors. It was a scene of organized chaos, a symphony of sights and sounds that enveloped me as I navigated through the throngs of people.

Despite the lively atmosphere, I found myself indifferent to the spectacle unfolding around me. The prospect of countless eyes upon me filled me with a sense of unease, a blush creeping to my cheeks at the mere thought of so many individuals recognizing me. With a resigned sigh, I pressed forward, my destination beckoning me with the promise of familiarity and solace amidst the chaos of the town.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, I was immediately greeted by the clamor of the bustling tavern - rowdy men engaged in spirited conversation, tankards of ale clashing against worn wooden tables in raucous celebration. A nostalgic smile tugged at my lips at the familiar sounds, a sense of belonging washing over me as I stepped into the warmth of the bustling establishment.

“Oi, girl! Where ya been?” A booming voice called out, cutting through the din of the tavern.

I chuckled in response, the affectionate banter of the patrons a welcome embrace. “I missed you too, Mort. How’ve you been?”

“Busy,” Mort grumbled, his weathered features creased in a bemused smile. “And the new girl is flailing…” He trailed off, nodding towards a young blonde woman struggling to navigate the crowded tavern with a tray of drinks in hand.

I grinned knowingly, my years of experience in this tavern lending me a sense of confidence in the chaotic environment. “Good thing I showed up when I did. Hand me a tray,” I replied, my tone laced with playful determination.

Mort chuckled heartily, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he passed me a serving tray. “I’ll pay you in beer,” he quipped, the familiar exchange eliciting a fond smile from me.

“Perfect,” I winked, accepting the tray with a grateful nod before making my way towards the beleaguered new waitress.

“Hey new girl, I’m here to help out. I’ll take some of the bigger tables - take a load off your shoulders,” I offered with a warm smile, extending a gesture of camaraderie to the overwhelmed young woman.

Her expression softened with relief, gratitude shining in her eyes as she accepted my assistance. “Thank you,” she replied earnestly, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

“Just you wait - it gets a lot worse…” I reassured her with a laugh, offering a comforting pat on the shoulder. “But I’ve been slinging drinks for years, so I’ve got you covered.”

With a grateful nod, she turned her attention back to her duties, and I set off to tend to the needs of the tavern patrons. Moving from table to table, I greeted each patron with a warm smile, my focus solely on the task at hand as I navigated the bustling tavern with practiced ease. There was no time for pleasantries - the tavern was too slammed for such niceties - but with each drink served and each smile exchanged, I found myself slipping effortlessly into the rhythm of the familiar chaos, the promise of camaraderie and laughter guiding me through the bustling evening ahead.

A small group of imposing figures caught my eye, their attire betraying their status as magic knights - their robes, tattered and worn, spoke volumes of the battles they had faced and the challenges they had overcome. Despite my unease at their presence, I plastered on a smile, reminding myself of the reward awaiting me at the end of the night - cold, refreshing mugs of beer.

“What can I get for y’all?” I asked with forced cheerfulness, dispelling any notion of pleasantries in the face of the bustling tavern.

A large, dark-haired man in a tattered black robe grinned mischievously at me, his eyes alight with amusement. “Lots of beer, girl,” he teased, his words laced with playful banter.

I nodded in response, turning my attention to the thin man clad in a green robe beside him. “More beer than him…” he hissed, his demeanor sending a shiver down my spine. There was something unnerving about him, a sense of darkness that lingered in the air.

Next, I addressed the man in the crimson robe, his red hair framing a polite smile. “Just a beer, please,” he requested politely, his demeanor a stark contrast to the others at the table.

The man in the golden robe, his face concealed behind a mask, nodded in agreement, his silent acquiescence adding an air of mystery to his presence. Finally, I turned to the man in the blue robe, a braid of silver hair obscuring his features. “Water,” he spoke plainly, his voice devoid of emotion.

Suppressing a look at the odd request, I nodded in acknowledgment. “Very well… I’ll be back with your drinks shortly,” I informed them, turning on my heel and making my way behind the bar to fulfill their orders.

With practiced efficiency, I filled as many steins of beer as I could carry, balancing the water on top with ease. Returning to the table, I distributed the drinks with a sense of satisfaction, placing the water in front of the silver-haired man with an amused twinkle in my eye before handing out the beers to the others. “Just holler if you need something else,” I offered with a smile, my tone friendly yet professional.

Turning my attention back to the bustling tavern, I threw myself into the rhythm of the evening, serving patrons with renewed vigor as the night grew busier and busier. With each drink poured and each table served, I found myself growing progressively friendlier, my interactions with the patrons becoming more lighthearted and jovial as I indulged in chugs of beer between rounds.

Teasing and joking with those I served became second nature, my laughter mingling with the lively ambiance of the tavern as I navigated the bustling crowd with ease. However, when it came to the magic knights, I maintained a respectful distance, interacting with them only when necessary - which, given the drinking competition between the big man and the skinny man, was more frequent than I had anticipated.

I was startled from my serving flow when I heard a loud crash!, and the sounds of the tavern were abruptly silenced by the sudden disruption. All eyes turned towards the source of the commotion, which emanated from the new girl. She stood frozen, a tray of drinks scattered at her feet, her expression a mixture of shock and fear as she struggled against the grasp of a particularly loathsome patron who had seized her, pulling her forcefully into his lap as his hands traveled across her person.

My gaze narrowed at him, fury igniting within me at the sight of his brazen actions. This was not the first time I had warned this troublemaker about his behavior, yet he persisted in his despicable antics, seemingly emboldened with each transgression. Without hesitation, I seized a knife from the bar, my resolve solidifying as I stalked towards the table with determined purpose.

The girl caught sight of me and scrambled away from her assailant, who sat smugly, oblivious to the storm brewing around him as he laughed and took another swig of his beer. My anger surged, my mana pulsating with unrestrained power as I swiftly drove the knife into the table, the blade embedding itself next to his hand with a satisfying thud, drawing a sliver of his blood in its wake.

He turned to snarl at me, his bravado faltering as he registered my presence, his face draining of color with dawning recognition.

Snarling back, my voice unnervingly calm despite the tempest raging within me, I addressed him with chilling precision. “Elaric - I thought I made it abundantly clear that your presence wasn’t welcome here…” I sneered, my words carrying a weight of authority that brooked no argument.

His eyes widened with nervous apprehension. “I hadn’t seen you around lately…” he stammered, his feeble attempt at justification falling on deaf ears.

Glaring icily at him, I continued, my tone laced with thinly veiled menace. “Even so - you shouldn’t be here. You have ten seconds to vacate these premises before you lose that hand,” I declared, my voice a lethal whisper that echoed with the promise of consequences.

With a sense of urgency, he scrambled out of his chair, his bravado evaporating in the face of my unwavering resolve. “You’ll regret this,” he hissed, venom dripping from his words, but I merely laughed in response.

“My only regret is not doing this sooner,” I retorted, my gaze unwavering as I watched him slink towards the door, a defeated shadow of his former self.

Turning my attention to the shaken barmaid, I moved to check on her well-being, aware of the watchful eyes of the tavern's patrons upon me. Sensing the tension in the air, I prepared to address the onlookers, my frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

Before I could voice my reprimand, Mort stepped forward, his authoritative voice cutting through the silence like a clarion call. “Back to your drinks, folks. Just a little pre-celebration excitement from a local troublemaker - nothing for you to concern yourselves with. Enjoy a round on the house!” he declared, his words dispelling the tension with practiced ease.

There were a few grumbles, and then the tavern resumed its lively atmosphere, the incident fading into the background as patrons returned to their revelry, the memory of the altercation quickly overshadowed by the promise of free drinks.

I smiled gratefully at Mort, a wave of gratitude washing over me as he handed me a fresh beer. “Thanks,” I murmured sincerely, feeling supported by his gesture. His pat on the back, accompanied by a knowing smile, spoke volumes, affirming that justice had been served.

Making my way over to the shaken new girl, I approached her with gentle concern, noting the tremor in her hands as she struggled to compose herself. Kneeling beside her, I reached out, brushing a stray tear from her cheek with a comforting touch. “Are you alright?” I inquired softly, my voice laced with empathy.

She looked up at me with wide eyes, her fear palpable, and I offered her reassurance in the form of a supportive arm around her trembling shoulders. “I’m sure you’re frightened - come take a minute in the back to collect yourself,” I urged gently, guiding her towards the sanctuary of the back room, my own beer in hand. Settling in beside her, I engaged her in conversation, offering words of comfort and solidarity until she seemed more at ease.

Returning to the bar, I resumed my duties with renewed determination, serving drinks and indulging in more chugs of beer as I bantered with patrons, the memory of the altercation gradually fading into the background as the night progressed.

As jests and playful banter filled the air, some patrons teased me, their words carrying a hint of caution masked in humor. I responded in kind, playfully warning them of the consequences of crossing me, my tone light-hearted despite the underlying seriousness of the sentiment.

Refilling the knights' drinks, I found them divided - two engaged in rowdy revelry while the other three conversed in hushed tones. The big man, his drunken demeanor evident, spoke up with a teasing grin. “That was quite something…” he remarked, his words tinged with amusement.

I met his gaze, amusement twinkling in my eyes as the alcohol dulled my inhibitions. “I’ve been dying to stab that creep for years,” I quipped, a playful edge to my tone. “He’s lucky I didn’t drive the knife through his hand.”

His laughter filled the air, echoing with camaraderie, while the silver-haired man interjected with a hint of disapproval. “You should leave situations like that to those who are trained to deal with such riffraff,” he remarked coolly, his tone betraying his disdain.

Unfazed by his disapproval, I chuckled, the alcohol emboldening my response. “We don’t get many knights around these parts - are you suggesting I wait on the off chance one appears?” I countered with a playful smirk, my words carrying a sense of defiance tinged with amusement.

Before he could reply, the door burst open, and two men strode into the tavern, their fine clothing and Golden Dawn robes marking them as members of high standing. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach as I cursed inwardly, hoping against hope that they hadn't noticed my presence. Unfortunately, their sharp gazes locked onto me with unwavering intensity.

Summoning a hesitant smile, I braced myself for the impending confrontation as they approached.

“What do you think you’re doing?” the larger of the two men demanded, his tone laced with agitation. I glanced between him and the drink in my hand, then back to him.

“Drinking…” I muttered, my response dripping with sarcasm as if the answer were obvious.

He scowled at me, his disapproval palpable. “You’re supposed to be at home. Imagine our shock when we found your tutor, iced to the floor of the study,” he retorted pointedly, his frown deepening with each word.

A mischievous grin tugged at my lips as I shrugged nonchalantly. “A little ice never hurt anyone. I just wanted a drink before everything went to shit - care to join me, brother?” I quipped, my tone tinged with hopeful defiance.

His response was immediate and unequivocal. “No,” he stated flatly. “You’re coming home - someone could know you’re here.”

“How? I’ve been careful,” I protested defiantly, the flush of alcohol lending a boldness to my words.

His gaze bore into mine with an intensity that made my stomach churn. “We saw your mana from the road…” he informed me pointedly, the weight of his accusation landing with a crushing finality.

Oops. Busted.

As the gravity of the situation settled upon me, his attention shifted to the table where I had been serving drinks. Recognition flashed across his features, his eyes widening in realization. “Oh, Captain! I was not aware you’d be here…” he trailed off, his tone respectful as he addressed one of the men at the table.

My own eyes widened in surprise. Captain? Did that mean these were all captains…? The implications of their presence sent a shiver down my spine, the realization dawning on me that my impromptu escapade had far-reaching consequences beyond my wildest imagination.

“I apologize for my sister,” my brother addressed, his voice tinged with a mix of exasperation and amusement. “She can be a bit of a handful…” His gaze remained fixed on me, assessing and scrutinizing.

“Did you start a fight?” My younger brother chimed in, his teasing tone accompanied by a playful poke to my cheek. I swatted his hand away with a smirk. “No. I was merely looking out for a fellow worker,” I replied cheekily, a hint of defiance in my words.

He scoffed in response. “You’re no worker. Quit playing peasant and come home. You’re drunk - father will be furious.”

“Father will get over it. Mort, however, needs my help,” I countered, my steps stumbling as the effects of the alcohol began to take hold.

With a roll of his eyes, my younger brother moved swiftly, effortlessly scooping me up and slinging me over his shoulder. “This scene is your fault, sister,” he remarked with a playful grin, his tone light-hearted despite the situation.

I struggled against his grasp, though I knew it was futile. Weakened by drink and outnumbered by my brothers, I resigned myself to defeat with a huff of frustration. “Bye, Mort,” I called out sadly as I was carried away, my voice tinged with regret.

Mort's laughter followed me as I was ushered out of the tavern. “Go easy on her, boys - she means well…” his voice trailed off, the warmth of his words offering a small comfort in the midst of my predicament.

#nozel silva #nozel x reader #black clover nozel #black clover #black clover reader insert #nozel silva x reader

[pochipop]

Hi! I'm not sure if you write for Black Clover(?) or if the artist s/o headcanons were just a one time thing, –but I was wondering if I could get a oneshot of Zora who mistakingly thinks the reader is a royal when she actually just has pretty strong illusion magic and gives off a more sophisticated/elegant vibe?

＃BLACK CLOVER !! ♡ — LOVER, FIGHTER (ZORA X READER).

#. synopsis! — zora has never liked royals, -but he does like you .

#. characters! — zora .

#. warnings! — mentions of canon-typical violence/injuries .

#. word count! — 2.5k .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. a/n! — sorry for being really inactive, my first semester of university just finished today and i've been struggling with some depression since the cold weather moved in; but i'm hoping to find the motivation to finish up at least a few stories during my winter break. :)

"You're tougher than you look," Zora comments, turning his sharp gaze toward you with a little sparkle in his eyes that you've never seen before.

You're not sure what it means or represents, but you don't have the nerve to ask, either. Zora doesn't exactly intimidate you, —that might be a bit too bold a word to use, but you do feel anxious around him. Like you have something to prove, even when you know you really don't. Sure, he's technically your superior, but so is Finral, and you don't have any qualms about speaking to him. Or Gordon, or Magna, or Vanessa, even captain Yami himself. . . This is a feeling reserved specifically for Zora, and you don't fully understand why. Maybe it's that mask he wears, which is as admittedly cool, but also mystifying. It shrouds Zora in a layer of the unknown. Maybe it's those razor-sharp teeth lining his mouth. Maybe it's the fact that he's a complete and utter menace around the base from time to time. Or, maybe it's something completely different altogether. . . 

"Do I look weak?" You ask in reply.

"No," he shakes his head, not even pausing to think about it.

That makes you oddly happy. It's not praise, but from what you understand, Zora rarely, if ever, gives that out, —and his words feel close enough to a compliment to have to count for something. At least to you, anyway.

"Not weak. Just. . . Elegant, I guess is the right word for it. You don't look like you'd be wielding illusion magic."

"Well, that makes one of us," you answer jokingly, "you look exactly like someone wielding trap magic."

For a moment, you worry your joke has fallen on deaf ears. Or even worse, that it's fallen on ears that heard it, but actively disliked what you'd said.

Thankfully, he offers you a small chuckle in response. It's a nice, smooth laugh that makes your heart jump in your chest a little. This is the first time you've heard him laugh over something you said, and it fills you with some semblance of pride that you didn't have before.

"Didn't know you had the nerve to make a joke like that," he notes, "—does that mean you're not scared of me anymore?"

Your gaze flickers to the ground in embarrassment as you try to laugh the question off. It sounds painfully awkward in your own two ears.

"Who said I was ever scared of you?" You ask a question of your own in reply.

"You didn't really need to. I have a bit of a knack for picking up signals, and yours have been on high alert around me for. . . Well, for forever, I guess," Zora shrugs.

He doesn't seem particularly upset about it. His comment is more observational than anything else, —like he's pointing out a fact that he's utterly indifferent to. You're relieved that his feelings weren't hurt by your actions, deliberate or not, but you still have to wonder how he managed to see right through you so easily. Up until now, you figured you'd done an okay job concealing your nerves around him since he'd never commented on anything of the sort, and you knew him well enough to know that he didn't mince words with anyone. It was fair game if he could sense it, at least most of the time.

"I-Its not so much fear, really, I just. . ." You pause, hoping that the right words come to you quickly like a dog to your beckoning whistle.

They don't.

"Hey," he laughs, turning around to face you completely as he stops in his tracks.

"It's fine. You think I'm not used to reactions like that by now? Come on," he gives your shoulder a small push for emphasis.

It's the good one, —the one he knows you didn't get hit in during the battle. The other is fine, just a little sore and a dull ache lingers in the muscles there; but he still chose to avoid it, and something tells you that it was very intentional. You realize then that Zora likely pays a lot more attention to not just you, but his entire group of squadmates, more than he'd ever be willing to fess up to.

You feel your body relax naturally. Not fully, but enough to be noticeable, and you give Zora a small smile.

"Thank you for your help back there," you say to him genuinely, "I really appreciate it. And I'm glad that Yami paired us together for this mission. . . I feel like I know you better now."

"Enough talking, princess," he quips, turning opposite of you and quickly walking away, long legs striding in even steps, “—if we actually want to eat something for dinner, we’ll need to get back soon.”

Heat rushes to your face at the nickname. Of all the things he could have said, —why on Earth did it have to be that? A part of you wants to believe it has something to do with that elegant comment he made, but another part worries that it represents something much more unsavory. Zora doesn't like royals. . . So why would he be calling you a princess as any form of compliment, or even observation?

Before you can think too much of it, you feel something move on your shoulder. Your head snaps to the side, only to be met with the painfully familiar stripes of a rainbow stink bug, —the kind Zora loves to place on people at random just for the heck of it. You make haste of flicking the insect off you, but you're a little too late.

"Zora!"

As time goes on, Zora no longer spares you from his pranks. Asta remains his favorite person to antagonize, of course, but you just might be a close second. Even so, you don't really feel like his actions come from a place of malice. . . They're never damaging in the long run, just playful antics that he (and you as well, sometimes,) can get a laugh out of. Looking back on it, you almost feel better about the fact that he doesn't exclude you from his hijinks anymore. Maybe it's a sign that things between the two of you are moving in the right direction! More team unity can't be a bad thing.

Sure, it might get a little annoying flicking rainbow stink bugs out of your room every once in a while, but Zora's loyalty makes up for that, —especially in battle. His help never goes unnoticed. He often has your back before you can even think about having his, and it shocks you every time, though you should probably be used to it by now.

"Are you alright?" He questions, giving you a sideways glance as he stays alert, just in case anymore enemies try to come at him sideways.

You're sitting upright against the thick trunk of a tree, breathing slightly ragged and lungs aching from the strain. Your ribs hurt like never before. It was unusual for anyone to fight so roughly in close combat, but you'd been taken by surprise along with the other members of the Black Bulls, and now you were just trying to stay out of their way. It was very unlike you to be taken out in battle, —in fact, it hadn't happened once since you were a newbie and Yami directed you out of the line of fire in order to protect you just in case. Even then, it was more about having the opportunity to watch and grow than anything else.

"I'll be fine," you tell Zora a little breathlessly, arm coming around to clutch at your throbbing torso, "just go. Make sure everyone else has backup."

"Don't be stupid," he snaps, still not looking your way, "—Luck and Magna will be fine on their own, and Asta has to be there with them by now. If I left you here alone, you wouldn't be able to defend yourself, and then what?"

It really isn't that he's looking down on you. Much the opposite, he seems to hold enough respect for you to know that you'd want to do things by yourself, but is actively refusing to let you for your own sake. And maybe for his own to a certain extent as well. 

"They need you more than I do," you answer, "I just need to catch my breath. Just go, and I'll catch up with you."

"Shut up!" He scolds, turning to lock eyes directly with you.

You've never seen this side of Zora before. He's mad, —angered in a way that feels so unfamiliar. A million times over you've heard him tear royals apart with his harsh words, and you've seen him slit through enemies with the same intensity, but to have it directed at you feels like a loaded gun is being held to your head and you're just waiting for the trigger to be pulled.

"I hold my tongue when it comes to you because you don't rub being royalty in anyone's face, —and I like that about you. But you don't always get to play the hero," he rants, each word more lethal than the last.

You open your mouth to speak, but he doesn't give you the chance. He's mad, and that much is more than obvious, but he's also. . . Worried? Scared? Anxious? Maybe all three and more, or nothing and less. You can't seem to put your finger on it. All you really know is that this side of Zora is frantic and explosive, but definitely not uncontrollable. You don't feel threatened by him in this state, —just surprised.

"Your magic is strong, and we both know that, but you aren't invincible. You have to know when enough is enough, or you'll drag everyone else down with you in the long run. It's useless to fight when you're way past your limits, and this just is what it is right now. If being protected by a lowly little commoner like me makes you feel like your high status has been stripped away, then cry about it later, because right now, you don't have any other options."

"Zora—" you try, but he refuses to let you get a word in edgewise, assuming you're going to argue with him on this.

"No!" He exclaims, "just sit there! I know the grass isn't fancy silken sheets, but you'll just have to get over it. I'm not asking you to leave this alone and just let me take care of it, —I'm telling you that's what's happening, and if you have a problem with that, it's just too damn bad."

Before you can manage to process everything well enough to respond thoughtfully, a familiar face is rushing toward the scene.

"Oh gosh," Noelle huffs, "just stay still y/n, I'll heal you as well as I can."

"Zora! A little help over here?" Vanessa calls out irritably. 

"You can go," Noelle tells him before he can protest, "I'll stay here with y/n. The sooner we get rid of these guys, the faster this can all be over and done with."

He hesitates, but knows he doesn't have a genuine excuse to stay any longer now that Noelle is here. There's so much you need to say to him, —so much you need to explain. But now isn't the time for that, so you watch with half lidded eyes as Zora spares you a small glance before rushing off to assist Vanessa.

"Zora?" You approach him later on as the day bleeds into night.

He frowns.

"You should be resting," he comments bluntly.

"I know," you acknowledge, "but. . . There's just some things we need to talk about."

"If you're about to scold me for what I said earlier, —don't bother. I know it was harsh, but it was true, and I won't apologize for saying something I believe," he tells you matter-of-factly.

That is so achingly like him. It's almost amusing.

"I'm not looking for an apology," you shake your head, "—you were right, at least somewhat. I should be more aware of when enough is enough so I don't get in everyone else's way. I understand that."

You swear you could see a glimmer of pride in Zora's eyes, one that was both for you as much as it was for himself. Still, you don't comment on it.

"But I need to tell you that I'm not royalty, and I'm really not sure what gave you that impression of me," you say. 

He pauses, blinking silently. Of all the things you could have said, he was taking that the hardest. It dawns on you that he more than likely had his entire impression of you built on the assumption that you were of a noble bloodline. This must be hard to swallow, and you're not naive enough to deny him that.

". . . Really?" Zora finally asks, eyes squinting at you in confusion.

"Really," you nod, "—I'm from a small town east of the Capitol. Not necessarily in the sticks or anything, but nowhere near being a city. My parents are both farmers, and I was born and raised a commoner."

The look on his face tells you that he doesn't believe you, or at the very least that he's having a rather difficult time processing all of this new information. Somehow, the worst part of it all in his mind is that he liked you way too much even when he thought you were nobility. You weren’t like the wealthy, high class royals that always poked at him, and worse, his father, every chance they got. You accepted him in a way he’s not sure anyone else ever has; —stink bug pranks and all.

In a rare show of vulnerability, he reaches out to graze his fingertips against your own.

“I didn’t mean to make unfair judgments about you,” he notes. “For once, I didn’t even mean that I thought you were a noble in a bad way. I saw the intensity of your magic and just assumed you were one, but I still. . .”

When he pauses, you dare to press for a continuance. 

“Still. . .?” 

He almost clams up, but the words come tumbling from his lips before he has the chance to filter or water them down somehow.

“I still had a lot of respect for you, and I ended up liking you anyway.”

Your eyes widen in surprise at his admission, but you can’t help the way a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. 

“Like in what sense?” You inquire.

Zora’s stunned by your display of boldness for a moment, but quickly shakes his head.

“No more questions,” he dismisses your inquiry, reaching out to clutch at your wrist. “You shouldn’t even be out here asking me things, —you should be resting. So go do that instead of bothering me.”

In spite of his words, his grip lingers on your wrist for much longer than need be. You take his advice and make your way back to your room, but each time you let your mind wander, it travels back to Zora and your heart flutters happily in your chest.

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[nakunakunomi]

This drabble is part of my summer celebration collection! Prompt: Sunscreen Characters featured: Noelle (Black Clover), 2nd person GN Reader Requested by: @maimishou

“Y/n, here”, Noelle said, trusting a bottle in your hands. You grabbed it without thinking, noticing it was a very expensive brand of sunscreen. 

“Thank you?” You replied, not entirely sure why she had handed you the bottle. You studied the label for a second and looked up at her with a confused look on your face, which made her laugh in return. 

“It’s not for you dummy, it’s mine” “Okay?” you answered questioningly, “then why did you hand it to me?” 

“Well, someone needs to apply it to my back, and you were just standing around, so you make the perfect volunteer.” 

You could argue about semantics and the meaning of the word volunteering, you could argue about the special brand of entitlements she still sometimes exhibited, you could argue over so much more, but the way she sweetly smiled at you made all those thoughts just disappear and you shrugged. 

“Well, I didn’t have much else planned anyway.” “Thank you y/n, you’re the best”   

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[koneko-pi]

You spoil me rotten koneko

What if Fuegoleon x wife s/o telling him she's pregnant? Just all kinds of headcannons about how he is during the pregnancy and labour and how he is after with the baby? Imagine Fuego having a soft and pudgy little daughter😭(ft. Disgusted but happy nozel at how mushy Fuego is being)

I'm still getting used to the whole head cannon concept! I think this came out as a weird inbetween of headcannon and fanfic but i hope you like it nonetheless!

Female S/O x Fuegoleon

Innocent headcannons

900+ word count

Telling Fuegoleon was fun. The most fun you have probably had in a long time. He was really good about surprises, and smart enough that you could actually play little tricks for him to think about, and watching the look on his face as he figured it out made it just as much fun for you as it had been for him.

A while back, when you two had first gotten married, you had bought two small lion stuffed toys. You weren't a child of course but they had your heart immediately when you saw them in that store window, so you snatched them up and brought them to your husband. You joked about how one was you and the other was him, a lion and lioness pair. He appreciated the gesture and gift of course and ever since the two toys had sat neatly and tidy on the guest couch within his office.

Now almost a full year later you were skipping excitedly down the hall of the Crimson lions base to get to his office, a small paper bag gripped tightly in your hands.

You'd greet a few of the squad mates who greeted you back, some jokingly calling you their Crimson Lion Queen.

Inside the office Fuegoleon would be surprised about your visit. You'd quickly close the door so the others wouldn't eavesdrop, and he happily greeted you with a kiss on the cheek.

"What brings you here, my love?" He would ask you. While he did adore your visits there was also the understanding this was work time and he had his image to uphold as a strict captain.

"I'm just bringing this here!" You held the bag up, and he in turn would raise an eyebrow in confusion. "I was too excited to wait for you to come home. Besides, it belongs here!" You spun around. He would hear the sounds of the bag as you pulled something out, made your way to his couch and put something down.

He joined you and saw you had added a smaller lion toy to the pair that had already made their home in the corner of the sofa.

"A third one?" He asked curiously.

"That's right!" You nodded confidently. "It felt appropriate."

He continued to look confused. "But why would we need a third one?" Was it Leopold, who else could it be? After all there was you, him and the third was-

It suddenly dawned on him. His eyes went wide and your grin grew wider too as you watched him. He had figured it out. His head whipped to face you and the excitement brimming from your body was all the answer he needed. He snatched you up so fast and all the mages in the base could hear your excited laughter.

-

Your first pregnancy was not easy. And Fuegoleon went above and beyond to take care of you. His squad was understanding and helped fill the void that was created by his more regular absences now.

You found yourself weaker and more tired. Your body would ache all over and for most of it you found yourself bed ridden. But it wasn't as bad as it could have been, Fuegoleon stayed with you as much as he could. Leaving for work later on days he went in, and coming back as soon as he could. He would use his magic arm to alleviate the sore muscles of your back, feet or cramping in your stomach. His gentle heat was such a blessing.

He would eat his meals with you in the room, and even do his paperwork in bed. And while it wasn't ideal you still appreciated the hard work he did trying to stay with you. Just his presence alone was a blessing, as not all nobles would bother to go this far for their spouses.

And contradictory to other nobles again once the Little bundle of joy came into the world Fuegoleon spent all the time he could with her. He didn't hire a nanny or anything like it, he wanted to spend time with you and his daughter.

The nights were rough, the little girl screaming at the top of her lungs early in the morning, but that was not something that would deter Fuegoleon. The ever dutiful husband would take care of her issues, even if it meant sitting up for hours at a time in the middle of the night so that she would calm down. Sometimes it was ONLY with him she would finally fall back asleep, as the heat he naturally generated gently lulled her into a drowsy and safe space.

He would lay with her on the bed, play with her and talk to her about his day or all the great things she could have someday, as he would give her whatever she wanted. Within reason of course. Tell her to be careful of Mereoleona but Leopold was ok. Little baby would kick her feet with happy giggles, not understanding a word Fuegoleon was saying but be excited nonetheless and it brought the biggest smile to his face.

He was not the kind of man to bring her to work, but that did not stop friends, family and squad mates from stopping by to congratulate you and see your baby girl.

Nozel would even visit, on account that Fuegoleon would talk often about the little girl he had just had and loved to spoil. Watching Fuegoleon pace around the room, bouncing his baby and talking nonsense to her to make her giggle was a whole new side that Nozel never wanted to see.

Fuegoleon would insist Nozel should hold her but, for his own reasons, Nozel declined. Settling for just watching his friend be soft with the happy little lion cub in his arms. And then mildly disgusted watching the prideful and manly captain being so gushy with the baby. Is this what parenthood is like?

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[mackjlee9]

Yami Sukehiro x Wanted!Criminal!Male!Reader [?]

Masterlist.

Black Clover

Requested by Christmas_Tree on AO3 (Archive of Our Own)

For months now had Julius given the same mission to the kingdom's orders, and none of them had been able to fulfill his order, not even Golden Dawn.

The mission was to capture this extremely dangerous and psychotic wanted criminal, and Julius finally gave in to inform the Black Bulls.

Now, in the meeting room of the castle, Julius and Marx were waiting for Yami to arrive, and a few minutes later, a portal appeared, Yami himself walked through it followed by Finral. The meeting was short and concise, Yami was given the mission to capture this criminal and given a picture to be able to identify him. Marx was specific about needing every member of the Black Bulls working on this and to capture him alive, the time limit was a month, less than half than the other orders had to find him.

Yami scoffed and grabbed the picture, looking down at it to see who this "dangerous and psychotic" criminal was. The guy was-

Yami had always been kinda proud of being able to maintain a poker face when surprised or overwhelmed, because that's exactly what he felt when he recognized the guy in the picture. He looked up at Julius and groaned an affirmative response, signaling Finral to open the portal again, and they soon left.

Back at their base, Yami sighed and glanced out the window, where he saw (M/n) sitting outside.

"Everyone!" His deep, booming voice caught the attention of everyone in the room, they stood up and gathered around Yami, or just stayed in their place, like Zora who didn't care much and didn't want to stand up, Nero standing close to him, "We got a mission, and it has a time limit, so listen up," Yami frowned and look at the picture in his hand, "There's a fugitive criminal that we have to capture in a month."

Luck seemed hyped about it, and so did Magma, Gauche wasn't as interested like most of the members, who were nonchalantly accepting the mission.

"Is that a picture of them, Yami?" Vanessa asked fixing her clothes that had gotten slightly wrinkled.

A unison gasp left everyone's mouth the moment Yami showed them the picture, followed by Asta screeching and about to run to the window, only to be stopped by Yami. All of them approached the window slowly and quietly, looking outside.

The picture was of a younger (M/n), who was definitely a teenager back then, but it was him, no doubt. And there he was. Sitting right outside their base, playing and talking to animals, his grimoire open and glowing as he used a spell to be able to understand them.

"Them. Looking. Window," One of the squirrels said, making (M/n) look over his shoulder.

There standing in front of the wide window were all the members of the Black Bulls, observing him as if he was an exotic animal, (M/n) just smiled and waved happily at them, yelling a cheerful "Hello~!"

Yeah, he was too nice to be a "dangerous and psychotic" criminal, there had to be an explanation.

///////

It was dinner time, and like usual, Charmy was cooking while Asta engulfed everything in sight, well, usually it would be like that, but everyone was quiet, wondering what the reason could be. And Zora was fed up with the silence that seemed to be piercing his ears.

He stood up from the dining table and headed outside, where (M/n) had his own plate of food brought over by the wild cats around him, who were eating along with him, gently grabbing the food with their teeth whenever he handed it over to them.

"Hey," Zora's voice slightly startled (M/n), who turned around to look at him with a nervous smile.

"Hi, Zora, do you need something-?"

"Why are you a wanted criminal?" Well, that was a direct question. (M/n) sighed and looked down at his plate, hearing footsteps behind them, and looking at the chinchillas perk up from their hiding spot by the hollow rocks, he knew everyone had walked outside.

(M/n) remained silent for a few moments, before taking a deep breath, "Yami," the black-haired male approached him and stood next to him, "Can we talk in private?"

Yami looked at (M/n) in the eyes and decided he will, quietly signaling the rest to go back inside. Once they were left alone, Yami sat next to him and they stayed silent for a while.

"So? You gonna explain?" (M/n) kept his head down, reaching his hand out to pet the wild cat sitting by his feet, and he sighed.

"It's all made up," Yami remained silent, but his eyebrow raised, awaiting any other thing the male might say, "Julius made that up, 'cause he wants me..." Taking a deep breath, (M/n) rubbed his face in distress, "To come back."

(M/n) continued to explain to Yami what had happened years ago and how this whole thing started, and Yami just listened in silence. And eventually, they made a deal. (M/n) accepted to be taken back to the castle, not caring how Julius would react upon seeing him back.

After hours and hours went past, Yami took (M/n) back to the castle, Finral accompanying them with his portals, while everyone said bye to (M/n) one last time. He even had to hug Asta and dry his tears 'cause the silver-haired male didn't want him to leave, he grew attached to the (h/c) haired male, especially after all the training they did together since the day they met.

With a gentle smile, (M/n) followed Yami through the portal as quickly as he could, not wanting to put a strain on Finral, and soon, the three of them were in the castle's meeting room, where Julius and Marx had been discussing personal matters.

"Julius," Yami called him, catching their attention, and the two of them looked toward the Black Bulls members.

King Julius was about to say something, when a familiar face walked through the portal, standing next to Yami, "(M/n)..."

Clenching his fists and swallowing, (M/n) made eye contact with the blond, "Br-"

His voice was cut off by the crushing hug Julius gave him, dramatically crying out his name and much he missed him.

"My little brother is back!" With an even more surprised expression than before, Marx gasped loudly.

"Brother?!" Yami sighed and stared into Julius' eyes, who was tearing up like the childish king he is.

"You're not keeping him," everyone in the room looked at Yami as he spoke, shocked by the serious tone of his voice, "I brought him over this once, but he's not staying here, Julius."

The King released a chuckle when the shock passed and he kept an arm wrapped around (M/n)'s shoulders.

"As long as you let him visit, then I don't mind," leaning his head on (M/n)'s he smiled brightly, "I'm just happy to know he's okay," (M/n) sighed and tried to free himself.

"Can I go now?" He asked with a monotonous tone, and Julius only laughed louder.

"Only after you have dinner with us, of course!"

Extended ending

"Your brother, sir?" Marx asked once their guests had left, and Julius only kept swaying his body side to side, a happy smile plastered on his face, a subtle blush coloring his cheeks.

"Yeah~!" That was all he said and Marx couldn't help but sigh as he realized that he now had to inform all the orders about (M/n) no longer being a threat.

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[bwabys-scenarios]

REQUESTING INFO

This is pretty much just a list of things I write for, and what my limits are as a writer. If you want to request something make sure you read this!

YOU HAVE TO HAVE YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO TO MAKE A REQUEST!! 18+ ONLY

Prompts:

Yandere Prompt List

Chubby!Reader Prompt list

WHAT I WRITE FOR(ADULT CHARACTERS ONLY)

Kamisama Kiss/Kamisama Hajimemashita

Demon Slayer

Hunter x Hunter🌟

Yu Yu Hakusho

Obey Me!

One Piece

Yona of the Dawn

Mystic Messenger

Black Clover

Jujitsu Kaisen

MHA

Dungeon Meshi

+more!

HOW TO SEND IN A REQUEST(just a guide!)

-State the character you want. You can have up to 3 in a headcanon post, and 2 in a Oneshot post. Oneshot characters have to be in the same media, but you can mix and match any of the characters I write for in heacanon requests.

Ex.

Hc requests: I want to know what Kurapika, Gojo, and Chrollo do when their girlfriend is on their period

Oneshot request: Hi, can I get a oneshot with Kurapika x Reader x Chrollo where she has to learn to live with the fact her partners hate each other and are constantly vying for her affections?

-Don’t make it TOO long. Keep it down to a few paragraphs at most. Making it too long makes it harder to respond to because it makes the post look too long. You can make it detailed, but I’m more likely to pick shorter, more succinct asks/requests.

-be clear about what you want. Make sure you clarify things so things don’t get confused!

What I do:

-HCs

-Oneshots

-Chubby!Readers

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Limits:

-I only write female!readers currently

-no gore

-extreme kinks(ask if unsure)

-I only write for adults, so requesting me to write for minor characters will get you blocked. I don’t do age ups, and I’m not sure how to feel about it.

-if a character is canonically racist, homophobic, transphobic, a rapist, etc I will not take requests of them.

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-I don’t take requests about self harming, suicide, or eating disorders. It can be triggering to myself and others so I would rather not do it(as a request I won’t do these, some of my future works may contain these subjects, but will always have a trigger warning beforehand)

-I don’t enjoy writing cheating scenarios or extreme angst, so I am less likely to take your request if it includes those

-I don’t write for male readers, sorry! I’ll occasionally do gender neutral, but I just can’t write for male readers. I’ve tried it a few times but it just wasn’t good. I don’t want to put out mediocre content for male readers, y’all deserve better.

The more info you give me in a request the better, especially for smut. If you don’t give me enough info, I won’t write it.

If you have any questions, send me an ask or comment!

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[animerina]

The Third Leaf Represents Love-Rill Boismortier

Summary: Part 2 of a collection of Black Clover x Reader stories.

Note: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI. Meant to do Fuegoleon or Julius, but ended up doing Rill. How? Don’t ask. I hope you enjoy the second chapter of this series, and please feel free to let me know who else you’d like to see featured.

Their arrangement had started easily enough, though when she looked back on the day they met, she still felt dazed at how it all came to be. She still couldn’t believe something so wildly unfathomable had happened to her of all people. Work had been scarce and she had traveled to the Noble Realm to seek better opportunities. Her search had already left her exhausted by the time she had come to rest outside the market. She’d been rejected by just about everywhere with the exception of one job that she was desperately trying to avoid. The pay was little and the work back breaking, but it was looking like her only option.

She leaned against the brick of a building bordering the stalls and watched as people passed by. Huffing, she reached down to adjust her boot when she heard the commotion.

“Oh,” a young girl exclaimed excitedly. “Look! It’s a Magic Knight squad!”

She peered bast where the girl had pointed to her companion and caught sight of several people wearing light blue cloaks. Racking her brain, she finally realized they must be from the Aqua Deer. She’d never seen a Magic Knight before and she caught herself staring intently. Afraid of looking foolish, she averted her eyes back to her boot, but she felt compelled to look back up for one last glance. That was when her eyes locked onto pink orbs.

The young man was upon her before she blinked. He was short, with aqua hair, and was smiling so wide she wondered if his cheeks hurt.

“Hello!” He exclaimed. “Hi, I’m Rill Boismortier. I’m sorry to bother you but I was wondering if I could paint you?”

“Paint me?” She asked, bewildered by the strange boy.

“Mhm! You looked so inspiring right now.”

“But I wasn’t doing anything?”

He nodded in agreement. “But you looked so natural. You’re just really pretty and I just feel so inspired and-,” he continued on and she lost track of his rambling.

“I’m sorry,” she said over his muttering. “Maybe some other time, sir. I still have some things I need to do today.”

“Oh,” he said a bit disappointed. “I could help you and then you’ll have some time, right?”

“Actually, I need to find a job,” she explained. “I don’t think it’ll be so easy either.”

“I’ll pay you.”

“What?!”

“Yes!” He nodded in excitement. “I want to hire you to be my model.”

She agreed faster than she intended, but it had been great so far. It later became clear that Rill was the captain of his squad, something she had not seen coming at all, but it meant he had time and money to work with her. She was happy to have such an easy job for the time being, but always wondered just how long it would last. However, it seemed Rill never tired of her. He had done several dozen portraits already, enough to fill a hall of worship for her. She never complained about the long hours sitting, for Rill had treated her well and always made sure she was taken care of.

The day had started like any other when Rill called for her. She dressed, grabed a quick breakfast to eat on the way to the Boismortier mansion, and was greeted by Walter upon her arrival. He bowed and brought her to Rill’s chambers where the captain already had an easel and canvas prepared. Usually they would get right to work, but today he had been more demure as he ushered her in, and instead of having her change into whatever he had picked out for the day, he invited her to sit and join him for tea.

Rill seemed to be buzzing in his seat but had remained quiet for the most part. She sat across from him, the only barrier the small tea table set with his usual midday snacks between them. She shifted to allow his butler to fill her cup, the man already knowing how much milk and sugar she took.

“Thank you, Walter,” she smiled and took a sip. “Perfect as always.”

“You are very welcome, my lady. Please enjoy yourselves.”

“Thanks Walter. I’ll call if we need anything.”

“Of course, Master Rill.”

The man bowed before leaving the two of them alone again. Peering back at the captain, she took another long sip before speaking.

“You said you’d like to discuss something with me, sir. Are you no longer in need of my service?”

Rill’s buzzing ceased and his smile faltered for a moment, a blush forming across his nose and cheeks. He nervously stirred his tea, the spoon chiming against the expensive porcelain.

“It’s nothing like that,” he laughed. “It’s, well, I had a question for you really.”

“Oh,” she nodded. “Ask away.”

“You’ve let me paint you so many times. I just keep getting inspired by you.” Another nervous chuckle erupted from the boy. “I have an idea, but please feel free to say no.”

“You’re paying me to be here, sir. There is little I’d say no to.” She gave him a soft smile.

“And that’s the problem. I don’t want you to feel like you have to, but I just have this great idea and I just want to flesh it out so bad.”

“Of course.” She was eager to hear him out.“What do you need from me?”

“Would you be willing to pose nude?” She didn’t think his blush could get much brighter, but she was wrong. He had squeezed his eyes shut afraid of her reaction.

She was taken aback at first, not expecting the request out of his mouth, but she found she couldn’t turn him down right away. What if he didn’t want to keep their arrangement going if she refused? She’d need to find another job, one with an employer who had treated her as nicely as Rill had.

“I-,” she paused not knowing what to say.

“You don’t need to decide now,” he assured her. “And even if you refuse, I’d like to keep you on as my model.”

“It’s not that,” she said but it was that, wasn’t it? She wasn’t hesitating for any other reason than her employment, right? Could it be that she actually wanted to do it?

She couldn’t deny the crush she had developed on the young captain. After all, he had been so kind and generous. Her ears were ringing so loudly from the buzzing of her own thoughts, she didn’t even realize she had mumbled out a quiet agreement to Rill’s proposal. Which led to the current predicament she found herself in.

In a trance, she removed her dress and slip from behind the safety of the partition that hid her from view. Her corset came next and before she knew it all she had left were a thin pair of panties. She took a deep breath before pulling the undergarment off. She folded it and placed it under her other clothes on the chaise lounge.

She looked at what Rill had laid out for her to wear. The robe was long and billowing, the white material sheer against her skin. It almost seemed to sparkle in the light. It was finer than anything that had ever touched her body and she wondered how much the garment actually cost. She quickly tied it closed.

The necklace he had laid out was a whole other story. She didn’t even bother wondering how much the chains of diamonds and pearls cost, knowing the amount would only send her head reeling. Even though she was nervous, she could not help the excitement at putting the heavy necklace on. It was cold laying across her neck, the sweeping strands of alternating stones draping down her chest.

“You can take your time,” Rill chirped from the other side of the partition.

“I’m almost ready.”

Another deep breath as she appeared from behind the partition to face Rill who looked equally as nervous. His easel was already set up facing the settee he had thrown a white, fur blanket over. He said nothing of her closed robe and instead ushered her over, hands ever so gentle, and placed her as he wanted on the settee. His smile was infectious, and as he continued adjusting her, she started to relax a little.

“Alright, you look perfect!” He chirped. “So,” he nodded more to himself than to her. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Her fingers trembled as she reached for the knot at her waist. Suddenly, his own hands gripped her, thumb grazing her skin soothingly.

“You don’t have to.”

“I know,” she forced out.

“If you’ve changed your mind-.”

“No,” she insisted. “You always make me look nicer than I am. I want to see myself through your eyes.” She cleared her throat. “There’s nothing special about me, so I want to see all of this through your eyes.”

His bright smile returned finally reaching his eyes. “Don’t be silly! My works are so beautiful because I paint you as you are. I don’t add a thing.”

His words made her stomach flip in excitement and suddenly, the weight of being bare before him was not such a heavy burden. The knot loosened as she pulled the tie free, the robe opening to reveal herself. She looked away, missing the way Rill’s eyes lit up in awe.

“Wow! You’re so pretty!”

Her face flushed bright pink as he made his final adjustments to the way the material lay on her, his fingertips brushing across her flushed skin. Realizing he should probably give her space, he quickly retreated behind his easel and began working on capturing her image.

The longer she sat on display, the easier the task became. Though she remained nervous, she no longer felt so exposed. Rill had always made her feel comfortable and even now, as she lay bare before his gaze, she felt adored.

The open window allowed for a comfortable breeze that made her nipples harden against the chilly Spring air and sent a shiver down her spine. Her eyes shot down to her chest for a split second to see most of her chest was covered in expensive jewels. That was the most of her he could really see now that she thought about it. He had strategically set her legs so that what lay between them was hidden by her body and the robe. He had wanted a nude portrait, but he had still kept her comfort in mind. She swooned against her own will.

Before too long, he was wiping his hands clean and examining the canvas before him. His brows furrowed in concentration and he took a few hips back to get a better angle.

“Is it alright?” She asked before she moved from her spot.

“It’s-.” He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to disappoint her, but he hadn’t captured her image the way he intended. Yes, she looked beautiful but he had imagined it would be more ethereal than this. He felt like he hadn’t done his best and it was probably due to the fact that he had been trying so hard to hide his erection the entire time. It wasn’t his fault, but he was so distracted by how gorgeous she looked.

“I don’t think I did as good a job as I’d have liked. I hope you don’t mind, but I’d really like to try again.”

She pulled the robe closer to her body, hiding her skin once more.

“Today you mean?”

“No,” he shook his head. “No. I know this was a lot, but thank you. It wasn’t you. You’re perfect.”

Another flutter erupted in her belly. “We can try again whenever you’d like, Rill. It was definitely different but not unenjoyable.”

He approached her causing her to clench the robe tighter. Even though he’d pretty much seen it all, she was still embarrassed though far less than before. Rill stared down at her, a serious look on his face, one that made him look more mature than he actually was. His eyes drifted down from her eyes to her lap before darting back to meet her gaze once more.

“It’s just-you’re just so beautiful I can’t help myself.” He kneeled before her, offering her his hands which she gladly laced her fingers with. Her robe slipped open once more, but she didn’t stop it. His cheeky smile reappeared before he leaned forward and laved his tongue from her belly to her sternum. His lips traveled from breast to breast, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. His body slotted against hers as they reached her neck leaving love bites so soft, she thought she was imagining them.

He hummed against her throat. “You taste so sweet.”

“Rill,” she gasped as he palmed her breasts, unbelieving that this was actually happening.

“The sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” He whispered against her lips as he made to move over her on the settee.

“We can’t,” she shook her head. “You’re a noble and I’m just me.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he insisted. “Noble or not, I’ve already fallen for you.”

Her eyes widened at his confession, freezing under his touch. The sudden tension in her body made him pull away.

“Are you alright?”

Arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him back toward her, lips latching onto each other in a heated kiss.

“More than alright, Rill.” Her smile widened as she dove back in.

———

It had been so quiet, and Walter was never one to abandon his master for so long. He knocked twice on the door and when there was no answer, he peeked his head in and called for Rill. The sitting room was empty and that surprised the butler. He entered the room fully, walking over to the easel still set up by the settee.

“Oh my!” Walter exclaimed as he averted his eyes from the center of the painting. His finger tapped the edge and felt the paint had dried enough and made to cover the painting in a white sheet.

He turned and made his way over to the bedroom door, leaning his ear against the frame against his better judgement. Rill’s notable snores could be heard along with another person’s much quieter ones. The butler chuckled to himself, shaking his head, and made sure the door was locked. He cleaned up the tea table and made a note to have no one disturb his master. As he left the room, he made an additional note to discuss proper courting with the young master.

#rill boismortier #rill x reader #rill x you #black clover #black clover fanfiction #self insert #animerina

[yayakoishii]

Control | Henry Legolant

Fandom: Black Clover

Pairing: Henry Legolant x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Fluff. I don't think there's much, if a slight pinch, of angst?

Summary: To be able to be close to you, Henry has to learn to control his magic absorption.

A/n: Hellow!! First off, I just want to say that I never expected to actually write for this fandom, nor did I think Henry would be the first character (I legit love so many of them much much more than I do Henry) but this was the first cute idea that really struck me and I had time so here it is! :D I'm sorry if anyone is OOC, I'm not familiar with writing these characters yet.

This fic was inspired by that one scene in Ep. 113 (or was it 112?) where Henry says to Asta that he would love to meet the others when he learns to control his magic absorption.

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"Henry!"

There you were again, with your bright, warm smile and genuine excitement to see him. When was the last time anyone was ever excited to see Henry? As much as Asta liked coming around to meet him, it was different from you. You, whose presence itself was like a spell of comfort, always met him like you had waited for it the entire time you had been away.

And maybe it was wishful thinking on his part, that you would want to meet him so much, but it made him so happy. That there was someone in this world who wanted to be around him freely. Everyone in the Black Bulls was kind and looked out for him, now that they knew about him, but nobody frequented his room as much as you did. You would visit atleast once a day, even if it sometimes took you a long time to find his room, except for the days when you were off on missions. Henry couldn't explain the empty feeling pressing on his heart on such days, where he spent every minute wondering if you were doing okay and when you would return.

You would always come back, relatively unharmed because your magic was more of the defensive type. But you didn't have a crazy amount of magic power and you weren't magic-less like Asta. This meant that every time you came to visit him, you would have to stay out of the doorway, far enough where he couldn't accidentally siphon your mana away. Even from that distance, he could sometimes see the cuts and bruises you sported, covered in salves or bandages.

You would tell him everything about your missions. Henry couldn't go outside and he couldn't go on missions but they way you vividly described everything, it made him feel like he was right there with you. You talked about all sorts of stuff, from the funny and crazy things the other members did to some of your personal feelings and thoughts. Henry couldn't help but feel a connection to you.

You were patient. You had to be a saint with the amount of patience you had; you had to, or else how would you be able to spend all the time you spent with him? Henry knew that he didn't speak fast enough or even at a normal pace, so having a conversation with him was not easy. But you always looked genuinely interested in what he had to say and waited for him to say it all. It had upset him so much once that he had nearly cried in front of you.

"I… just.. want… to… speak… pro-perly," he had grit out, frustrated with himself. Why couldn't he speak normally? If he kept doing this, wouldn't you get tired of him? "Don't… go… away… I want… you… to… always… stay…"

It was the closest he had gotten to revealing what he felt. That was the first time you had stepped inside his room, ignored the magic absorption and looked him straight in the eye up-close.

"I'm not going anywhere," you had said, a little breathless from the mana draining out of you. "I told you. Take your time and say what you want to. I want to hear it, and I won't go anywhere until I've heard it."

You eventually had to back off to your usual spot lest you blacked out from the mana loss. But that was the closest you had been to him and ever since then, he couldn't help but want it. He wanted to be close to you, to be able to talk to you like a normal person. He didn't want anything more– hoping for you to touch him was practically a fantasy that would never happen.

For all your kindness and compassion and genuine heart, Henry didn't think you could ever love him back the way he did you. And that was completely okay. He was fine watching you, feeling you from a distance – as long as you were happy and smiling, he would take what you were ready to give.

He just wanted to be able to talk to you properly, just a couple feet in between, instead of the large distance. For that, he needed to control his magic absorption. It wasn't like he hadn't tried (hadn't he been trying for his whole life at this point?) but your smiling face was a better motivator than any he had ever had.

He told Asta about his wish, the other guy already knowing about Henry's feelings for you. Asta had shot him a grin and a thumbs-up and said, "I have the perfect plan!"

That's how Henry started his secret training sessions with Gordon, Grey and Gauche. The latter had to be convinced a little but eventually stopped complaining when he realised that he could wax his poetry about Marie to Henry without being interrupted or told off while helping him out.

Every day, diligently, Henry put his all into trying to control his magic absorption. The progress was slow but he kept his goal in mind – it wasn't just you, after all. You were the first person he had wanted so badly to be close to, but the rest of the Black Bulls were also present in his head. He wanted to be able to enjoy and party with them too. He wanted to watch you be happy in their midst.

Henry practised on the three of them, aided by Asta's encouragement (which was mostly just yelling and doing push-ups in the corner as a weird form of training solidarity) and slowly but surely, his magic absorption zone reduced.

It took him months, but none of them gave up. Even on the hard days, when it felt futile, the rest would try to cheer him up. And then you would come, oblivious to the whole debacle going on under your nose. Your mere presence was uplifting. He could do this. If he wanted to be able to be around you, then he would have to put in effort. All that hard work for months culminated into him finally gaining control over his magic absorption.

The first time Grey managed to get close enough to press her palm against his own, the both of them had nearly cried. He did it. He managed to control it. All that time he spent on it had been worth it. Now all he had to do was wait for you to come to his room. He would surprise you for once, instead of it being the other way round.

You had surprised him with a gift on his birthday.

"It's not much," you had said shyly, handing him the scarf you had crocheted yourself. You had pressed it into his hands at the risk of draining yourself, "but happy birthday, Henry. I am so glad that you were brought into this world all those years ago. I'm glad I got to meet you."

He had been too choked up with tears to say anything. What could he have said anyway? Nothing could have done justice to explain what he felt about you. He didn't think he would ever get to hear someone say that they're grateful he was born. Frankly, he had never understood the point of birthdays until you said that.

Now, it was his chance to surprise you. To show you what you meant to him. The effect of your presence in his life.

•

The anticipation for you to return from your mission was worse than usual. He couldn't wait, feeling the impatience bouncing around inside him. When you finally appeared on the other side of his doorway, he sprang out of the bed as fast as he could. You startled but didn't step back.

You didn't know about his control. But you were willing to risk the draining effect if it was something so important to Henry that he was actually getting close to you on his own. Usually, he would be the one to tell you to stay away so if he was coming to you, then it meant it was something equally serious or important. So you waited– for him and for your magic to drain.

Except it never happened. With every step Henry took towards you, you couldn't feel the familiar feeling of mana being drained out of you. Your eyes widened in shock.

"I… learned… how to… control… it," Henry gave you a weak smile, walking closer until he was just two feet away. "Gauche… Gordon… Grey… and… Asta… helped… me… do it. We… prac-tised… for… months. I… wanted… to… talk… with you… closely… like… every-one… does. I… really… wanted…you…"

He cut himself off, cheeks pinking slightly. He couldn't do it. Even after all his effort, he couldn't tell you his real feelings. What if it ruined what you two had? What if you stopped visiting him because you didn't feel the same? Henry wasn't greedy. He was happy with how things were.

So he focused instead on whether you liked his surprise. He looked up, his light blue hair shifting out of the way as he took in your tear-stained face. Your hands were covering your mouth and you were shaking. Before Henry could ask you if you were okay, you wrapped yourself around him.

The sudden touch was overwhelming; your scent was everywhere and it was like all his senses were flooded with you, you, you. Henry nearly lost his composure and his control on the magic absorption was about to slip– but the mere thought that you would stop embracing him made him rigid. He held a tight grasp on the power; he was only controlling the magic through the sheer willpower of wanting to feel you against him. His mind was in shambles.

"You did it, you did it," you were mumbling, sniffing into his chest. Henry was sure that you could hear his heart thudding in there with how close you were. He couldn't see your face, only the top of your head but he let his arms wrap around you gently, like you were a fragile piece of glass.

All he had wanted was to close the distance. He had already gotten so much more than he had thought; you were holding him tightly, like you were scared he would slip from your fingers.

It felt like all too soon (and yet it had felt like forever) when you let him go and stepped back to look at him, your face flushed with embarrassment. Henry was pretty sure his face was much, much worse. He probably looked like all his dreams came true at once. (They did.) (You hugged him !!)

"S- Sorry," you mumbled, looking up at him shyly. Was it possible to die from seeing something too adorable? Henry felt close to it. "I should have asked you first, but… I have wanted to do that for so long."

All the practice confessions Henry had stammered through in front of Asta flew out the window at your admission. The way you were looking at him right now… Henry didn't need you to say anything out loud. For once, he let himself hope that you felt the same way– and he let himself believe it too.

"Me… too…"

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[honmonoyuzu]

Fairy's Tale

A/n: Sorry for the long wait, I'm so busy with school ;-; i'll try to update more regularly.

Chapter 2: Crystal and Her

“No, I’m not. I’m just a traveler, that’s all” - (y/n) answered  Leopold’s question.

This strike Fuegoleon’s interest a lot. 

From their interaction and the way she speaks and reacts to his actions, Fuegoleon was sure that if she’s not a royalty then she must be a noble. There’s no way a simple commoner could behave in such a way as an upper class could. This made Fuegoleon very surprised. Where is she from? Why did she lies? Those are the questions running through his head at the moment. Yet, he did not ask a single one of them. He thinks she must have a reason to lie, at the same time, it could be quite dangerous if he let another Kingdom’s royalty roam freely in the Capital.

“Then, would you want a little tour of the Capital miss?” - Fuegoleon suggested, this is the perfect opportunity to figure out who this girl is and what is her intention here in the Clover Kingdom. That’s what Fuegoleon thought. But to other, the suggestion is a sign that the Magic Knight Captain took an interest in the mysterious girl.

“Would you not take a rest for the day brother?” - Leopold asks, not forgetting their reason to even enter the cafe.

“No need Leo, a walk around the Capital would be just as nice” - Fuegoleon said - “So, what do you think miss (y/n)?”

‘This is great. A free tour around, there’s no reason to decline’ - (y/n) thinks, completely unaware of the red head’s motive.

“That would be lovely”

“Hahaha ok then, I’ll leave you two to it. I’ll be continuing my patrol now” - Leopold said, waving at them before turning a corner to continue his duties.

The two started their tour around the Capital, the Magic Knight Captain asks (y/n) questions from time to time.

“Miss (y/n), may I ask where you came from?”- He asks, wanting to know more of her profile.

‘Ah shoot, I didn’t think this through’ - (y/n) panic a little - “How about you take a guest, Sir Vermillion?”

‘Smart’ - He thinks - “Huhm… well, from the way you dress, I would say somewhere hot.”

“Close, go on” - She encourages him, wanting him to just blur out a random name and she is just gonna agree with it.

“I’m not sure. There's a lot of Kingdom with hot weather. I don’t want to disrespect your orientation” - He dodged her trap completely. - ‘Now what are you gonna say’

‘Damn this guy. Come on, think. A country in the human world. It doesn’t have to be hot, I can come up with an excuse later’ - “Mali. I came from Mali”

“Oh is that so. You came from a very beautiful country indeed.” - Fuegoleon said - ‘Mali…I’ve never heard of this country before’

This went on as Fuegoleon kept asking more and more questions to know more about (y/n) reason of coming to the Capital and each time, (y/n) would avoid the question or just make up nonsense for answers.

‘This is not how I imagine the tour would be like’ - (y/n) cried inside.

Then, at the corner of her (e/c) eyes, she saw a shop, a crystal shop to be exact. Spotting how (y/n) keeps looking in that direction, Fuegoleon turns his head and a small shop greets his eyes. Thinking that maybe if she lets her guard down, he would be able to pull more information from her, Fuegoleon suggested:

“Would you like to visit that shop?” - He asked, leaning down slightly

“Would you mind?” - (y/n) said, genuinely wanting to go visit that shop. Unlike humans who think crystal is just a decoration, to fairies, crystal can be used as a decor, a healer, it’s a symbol in the Fairy’s Forest. That’s why (y/n) wanted to see what kind of crystal the humans have in store.

“Not at all.”

And with that, they headed to the store. In there, the floor and walls are all made of wood, there’s crystal everywhere. The shop owner spotted the Crimson Lion’s Captain and immediately jumped on the opportunity.

“My, my, what does the great Magic Knight Captain need in my humble shop?” - He says, trying to lick Fuegoleon’s boots.

“I’m here to accompany my friend” - He replies.

The shop owner turns his head and is greeted with a beautiful girl with (h/c) and (e/c). ‘This must be someone important if she’s a friend of a Royal’, thinks the shop owner. He thinks he must present whatever most of the people of wealth and status fancy, expensive and rare products. He takes out a small box with intricate details all over its surface.

“Well, it looks like you just got here at the perfect time, miss. What you see here is THE Fairy Crystal that the Fairy Queen blessed herself with!” - He said in a high tone.

‘My mother? What in the world? This must be a scam’ - (Y/n) said, already feel like leaving this place.

“Is this some kind of joke?” - (Y/n) asked deadpan.

“M-my Lady, why would you ask such a question! Who am I to even dare to trick you? Of course not! This crystal was blessed by the Fairy Queen herself, it can even bring good fortune too. I can guarantee you that!”- said the owner.

—

Knowing that is not true one bit as the Fairy Queen hasn’t blessed a single soul for thousands of years let alone crystals. And even if it is blessed by the Queen, there will be no chance of the artifact being sold in this store. 

‘Is he trying to joke around? No. He’s trying to fool me into buying that thing. How unfortunate.’

“Is there something not to your liking, my Lady?” - Fuegoleon asks, noticing (y/n)’s change in behavior.

“Sir Vermillion…” - (y/n) trailed off. - “Do you perhaps have any kind of relation with the owner?” 

“Hm? No, what made you ask that question, miss (y/n)?” - Fuegoleon asks not knowing what make (y/n) thinks that the two of them are related. If the owner is a Vermillion, there’s a high chance that he would know that the shop existed earlier today. 

(y/n) gestures Fuegoleon to come closer. Him, understanding what she meant, leaned down with his arms now crossed across his chest.

“I think that the shop owner is trying to scam us” - she said with a serious tone.

Fuegoleon raised one of his brown.

“What makes you think so, miss (y/n)?” - he questions.

“I think it’s quite clear that that crystal was not blessed by the Fairy Queen, besides, it looks kinda dull, there’s nothing special about it except for its color. If I’m not wrong then it’s just a cheaper type crystal in a luxury box.” - she whispers in his ear, not wanting the owner to overheard them.

This took Fuegoleon by surprise. 

‘She knows a lot about crystals’

‘Smart’

‘Is Mali a country that has a close connection with crystal?’

All of this runs through his head at the speed of light. All of this he can’t answer, but he knows for sure that (y/n)’s right about the scam.

“Hahaha, thank you Sir for the offer. I will send people over later.” - Fuegoleon said to the owner. His hand guiding (y/n) out of the shop. This make (y/n) feels so betrayed. Why does he want to send people over? Does he not believe her? What? Whyyy??

After escorting a confused (y/n) out of the shop. Taking in what had just happened,  (y/n) snapped, creating more distance between the two of them. Facing the redhead,  (y/n) browns slightly scrunched together, her eyes are staring holes through the man’s face. Cold sweats lightly drip down Fuegoleon’s forehead. It looks like he’s trying to come up with something, some kind of excuse.

Masterlist: here

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[bellamer]

Don't like how when I read nsfw fem reader inserts, the boobs are always described as big. Flat chested girls exist too. Sometimes there's just no titty to cup.

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[pochipop]

＃BLACK CLOVER !! ♡ — NOZEL ALPHABET HEADCANONS.

#. synopsis! — a nozel headcanon for every letter of the alphabet .

#. characters! — nozel .

#. warnings! — none .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

A: affection. | are they affectionate? how do they show affection?

Nozel can be surprisingly affectionate in spite of his cold exterior. When it comes to his lover, he tends to let his guard down after a while, and in doing so, he affords you the right to see the softer, sweeter sides of him when it’s just the two of you. Nozel tends to show his love physically, —he’s not great with words and fears he might say the wrong thing or come off the wrong way, so he settles for letting his hands roam the plane of your shoulders and letting his lips capture yours as your back is pressed against his bedroom wall. He might not say “I love you” as often as he should, but he hopes his actions are enough to get the point across.

B: bizarre. | something strange they do or a weird quirk they have with or without their partner?

Nozel eats everything with silverware, even when it would be worlds easier to do it with his hands. You tend to think it’s just a silly quirk he’s developed since childhood, growing up royal and all, but you still can’t help but smile when you see him do it. It’s genuinely really cute!

C: comfort. | are they good at comforting their partner? how do they do it?

Nozel isn’t great at offering comfort to people. He’s not even good at comforting himself. Even so, he tries his best when it comes to you, even if it’s not always very effective. It’s hard to stay miserable when he makes the effort, pushing himself out of his comfort zone to pat your back and tell you everything will be okay, even when the future seems uncertain or bleak. The fact that he tries means the world to you.

D: domestic. | how do they feel about settling down? do they cook/clean?

Nozel, coming from a royal bloodline, tends to value more traditional unions. Marriage is something he holds in high regard, and he’s of the belief that when you promise your love to someone forever, you should do your best to uphold that promise, day in and day out. As for cooking or cleaning, Nozel doesn’t tend to do either (and never really learned how.) His family was very well-off, so others cooked his meals and cleaned up his messes. Still, he wouldn’t mind learning the basics or helping you around the house, although his busy schedule as a Captain may well get in the way more often than not.

E: ending. | if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?

Nozel would do it in person and would probably be a little cold in his delivery. When he’s faced with feelings he doensn’t want to delve into, he tends to stuff them down in hopes of numbing them out. All the sadness and guilt would likely manifest as indifference, but deep down, he’d mourn for months to come and have a very difficult time moving on.

F: future. | do they think about the future? how does it look?

Nozel is always thinking about the future, whether professionally or personally, and he really hopes you’ll be in it. He likes the idea of having someone to come home to, having someone to rely on, having someone to share his most intimate moments with. For all his independence, he enjoys thinking about sharing meals with you after long days and retreating to bed after harsh times, wrapping you up in his strong arms, holding you close. Moreover, he likes to think you’re hoping for the same, even if only every now and again.

G: gifts. | how often do they give their partner gifts? what kind of gifts are they?

Nozel is nothing short of wealthy, and what he has, his partner will have in turn. Gift giving is probably his main love language since it’s a bit hands off and he can put a lot of time and thought into it on his own time. Jewelry is a staple of his gifts, —shimmering crystals dangling from the lobes of your ears or hanging around your neck, shining stones on your fingers (that many people often mistake for engagement rings), and finely crafted beads hooked around your wrists that he agonized over choosing for you. He certainly isn’t above coming home with flowers, newly crafted weaponry or armour, and any other array of trinkets or indulgences for you and your hobbies.

H: honesty. | are they honest with their partner? do they keep secrets?

Nozel is both brutally honest and painfully secretive, which is a strange mixture, but one he learns to temper over time for your sake. It might take a while, but eventually, he finds a nice middleground where he can express things to you while also protecting your feelings, as well as be honest about things without causing you too much worry or concern. Just as well, he does eventually figure out how to let himself be vulnerable, and while he may still keep things to himself every now and again (if for nothing more than to save some face), he does his best to be as open as he can.

I: i love you. | how fast do they say the L word? who says it first?

Nozel probably won’t say it first, but he would definitely say it back, and probably with reckless abandon. As soon as you work up the courage to confess the true extent of your feelings for him, he’d be quick to return the favor, and the relief of you feeling the same would be palpable. It wouldn’t be quick or easy for either of you, honestly, but the time and effort would be well worth it.

J: jealousy. | do they get jealous? does it show?

Nozel can be a bit of a jealous person, —not because he doesn’t trust you, but just because he’s kind of insecure about relationships in general. This gets better over time, and he doesn’t tend to act on it, but it’s a familiar sting that he knows a little bit too well. He likes to think he hides it well, but you always notice, even if you don’t say anything about it. Instead, you just give him a little bit more affection to offer some reassurance, and that tends to work like a charm.

K: kisses. | what kind of kisses do they like to give/receive?

Nozel is a lips man through and through. If he’s kissing you, nine times out of ten, he’s pressing his lips to yours and is hoping you don’t mind the way he holds it for a while too long. He’s definitely not above giving some forehead kisses though. Strangely enough though, his favorite place to be kissed is his shoulder. It feels warm and intimate, and he really relishes in that.

L: likes and dislikes. | favorite and least favorite things about being in the relationship?

Nozel’s favorite thing about being in a relationship is having someone to confide in. Having gone so long keeping up a certain image and never letting the mask slip, it feels way too good to be able to be his true self behind closed doors with you and not worry that any shred of weakness might push you away. Still, Nozel is and always has been an introverted person, and he doesn’t like feeling guilty when he doesn’t share something with you immediately because he needs time to think it over. It’s not even that you make him feel that way, —it’s largely something he does to himself, and he wishes that weren’t the case.

M: mornings. | how do they spend mornings with their partner?

Nozel is pretty indifferent to mornings. Waking up kind of just is what it is within itself. Even so, he’s a tad more affectionate when the two of you are in bed together, and he much prefers to take “five more minutes” when he can, even if all that entails is faking sleep to count the beats of your heart.

N: nicknames. | what do they call their partner?

Nozel likes to call you “my angel” or “my love” more often than not, but he’s also impartial to “darling.”

O: out of character. | what is something people would be hard pressed to believe they do/enjoy in a relationship?

Nozel loves to be fawned over. It even takes you a while to figure that out, because he’s definitely not the type to just outright ask for attention, but there are definitely times where he wants nothing more than to have you all over him, being the clingiest person imaginable.

P: pda. | do they like public displays of affection? if so, what types?

Nozel’s not a fan of PDA. He’s not embarrassed to be in love, but he does have an image to keep up, and he prefers to be affectionate behind closed doors.

Q: quirk. | what is something they do that their partner finds cute or endearing?

Nozel’s very strict and serious persona that he always upholds in front of his squad has become something of a novelty to you after having gotten to know him so well. It’s a very different side of him to the fairly sweet, somewhat tempered man you share your most tempered moments with.

R: rough times. | arguments? how often and in what manner?

Nozel tends to get frustrated more than genuinely angry. He might raise his voice from time to time, but all his time as a leader has given him some pretty solid reasoning and problem-solving skills, all of which he utilizes in his personal affairs. As long as there’s no egging him on purposefully, he can usually see through the initial upset and deal with whatever has gone wrong after he takes a bit to think and work things over by himself.

S: sensitive. | what’s a sore spot for them that their partner should steer clear of?

Nozel doesn’t like to be pressed about his family dynamics. He’ll open up about them in time, but only when he’s ready, and he’d much rather do so when he truly feels comfortable.

T: thrill. | do they need surprises in a relationship, or do they prefer a routine?

Nozel prefers routine and stability. His schedule can often be overwhelming, and as a Captain for a Magic Knight Squad, he gets his fair share of thrill and surprise while on the job. Really, the last thing he wants is to come home and not know what to expect there. Within reason, he doens’t mind surprise dates or something of the like, but he would definitely rather be in the know and have a solid idea of what’s going on.

U: unacceptable. | what is something they cannot tolerate in a relationship? what is something they would never do?

Nozel couldn’t tolerate someone being overly critical of him in a relationship. He’s hard enough on himself in just about every aspect of his life, so to hear his insecurities constantly echoed back at him would be way too much to shoulder. Nozel would also never project that outwardly and is surprisingly careful not to be nitpicky of his lover. He knows what it’s like to feel like all eyes are always on you, waiting for you to make a mistake, and the last thing he’d want for someone he loves so intimately is to cause any low feelings about the place held in their relationship.

V: vanity. | how concerned are they about their looks? are they insecure about them?

Nozel can be a bit vain, but it might come as a surprise at first that most of his external arrogance is more of an act than anything else. He sees himself as very attractive, and he puts both time and effort into keeping his appearances up, —but in his personal life, he tends to be a lot more tame about stroking his own ego. He also isn’t one for insecurity as it pertains to his looks, but it never hurts to throw him some bones and tell him he looks handsome every now and again.

W: wild card. | random headcanon?

Nozel really likes to style his partner’s hair, especially in braids. He’d take all the necessary time to understand the needs and texture of your hair, and would work with that accordingly.

X: xoxo. | how often do they hug/kiss their significant other?

Nozel isn’t anywhere near as stingy with affection as most people would assume of him. At the very least, he’s kissing you good morning and goodnight, but he tends to throw in a lot of back hugs and he adores the way you slip into his arms when he gets back from a mission.

Y: yearning. | how do they feel when their partner is away?

Nozel prefers it when you’re next to him, but that’s not always viable. When the two of you are apart, he thinks of you often and likes to remind himself of the warmth of your skin against his and the sweetness of your lips on his mouth. He’s a little too sentimental about it for his own good from time to time, but hey, what’s a lovesick fool to do?

Z: zzz. | how do they sleep with their partner? how do they sleep alone?

Nozel has long been a restless sleeper, but that simmers down quite a lot after getting used to having you in his bed. When he’s alone, it tends to be shallower, but it’s nothing that would stop him from doing his job. He moves around more and tends to stir awake a few times throughout the night. With you, however, his rest is usually more fulfilling, and his favorite position is him resting on his back with your head on his chest.

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[nakunakunomi]

Could I reqst hcs of nozel reacting to a female reader confessing to him accidentally? congrats on 1500!

Hiya! Reader turned out genderneutral, no pronouns or anything used. I hope you don’t mind and enjoy these HC nonetheless. This one came out as a little scenario thingy again as well... So it reads more like that than individual headcanons. 

Accidentally confessing to Nozel - HC

2nd person. GN reader 

You were frozen in shock, hands clasped over your mouth. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, your entire head, and every second seemed to last an entire hour. You could do nothing, there was nothing you could say to undo what just happened. All you could do was wait for Nozel to react to what you just said with more than a blank stare, his expression after a brief period with a mix of confusion and shock that had worn off before you could even register it. 

You weren’t truly sure how it happened or what had happened exactly, but you had been in a discussion with Nozel. It was something that happened more often lately, as you had found the best way to hide your ever-intensifying crush for the man, was to just start a discussion about nearly every decision you made.  Nozel didn’t necessarily seem to mind, engaging in discussion more often than he should, treating your counterarguments as a way to make sure his plans and decisions were foul-proof. This was not always the case though, plenty of times he cut you off. In the end, he was the captain, his word was the final one.  And if he was completely honest, it was a way of spending some time with you, and that was something he enjoyed more than the discussion. You would never hear him admit that though, at least not at this stage in your pining, or whatever it was.  This was another one of the rare moments where he had indulged you in your discussion, but something was off. Something either of you had made it more heated.  Usually, Nozel would calmly, bluntly refute everything you said, but something had hit a nerve, and he was speaking more passionately than he usually would, which only fueled you more.  Somehow the conversation had gotten completely off track, and you had blurted out some things you never meant to say.  “Then why do you keep bothering me with these pointless discussions, y/n?”  “Because it is the only way I can get your attention on me for more than five minutes, captain Silva.” You usually addressed Nozel way more casually, putting emphasis on the last two words just to throw him off.  “And what would you need my undivided attention for?” He was both curious and annoyed, the latter being more obvious in his voice.  “Because I love you, and there is no way you’d give me any attention for that.” Your words were laced with sarcasm, but as soon as they left your lips you regretted them, all attitude and confidence you had immediately shattered. 

It took so insanely long for Nozel to speak up. You were getting more nervous with the minute. 

You barely contained a gasp when he opened up his mouth to speak, but he did nothing to relieve your anxiety as he closed his mouth again, taking a moment to think over his words once more.

The small blush that crept up on his cheeks was a sign of his true feelings that he was unable to hide though, and in response, you smiled just a little. 

“Well, Y/n, you should have said so earlier, it would have saved us countless hours of discussion.” 

You bit the inside of your lip. What kind of answer was that? It betrayed nothing of his feelings, and you felt the awkwardness from earlier fade away, making way for the earlier annoyance and impatience. 

You weren’t sure what to do exactly. Should you just preserve what was left of your dignity and leave his office? Keep staring him down? You were quite sure you were going to melt if you had to make eye contact any longer. 

He stood up from behind his desk, and you felt your heart starting to race again. Your fight, flight, or freeze instinct chose the last option. You couldn’t do anything but look at him as he stepped closer than he usually would. Not too close just yet, but enough to make you a little fidgety. 

“Although, I feel like there is another ‘discussion’ we must have.” 

The turning of the corners of his mouth betrayed his true feelings. He was enjoying this. 

You stepped a little closer too. Might as well join in on the fun. 

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[loosesodamarble]

hey, happy 300! for the event, how about luck voltia + C7. “You want to know why I kissed you? Because you’re special to me.”?

Hello hello there Anon! Thank you for the request! Sorry for the wait but here it is now~!

Summary: Luck kissed you during a game of Truth or Dare. And though it was a dare, a happy little truth comes out of it. Genre: romance, fluff Word count: ~750

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“Truth or dare?” Magna asked while pointing to Luck.

“Oh dare!”

“Shoulda guessed… Okay then! I dare you to…” Magna looked around the circle of people gathered for the, admittedly childish, game that you and the other Bulls were playing. “Kiss someone in this circle. Doesn’t matter wh—”

Without Magna even finishing, Luck turned to you, sitting directly to his right, and grinned in his usual manner.

“You’re going to be the one I kiss, okay?” It sounded more like a statement than a question.

…..

You frowned at the memory of a fleeting peck on the lips that you’d likely never experience again.

It wasn’t that you disliked Luck that made the moment unpleasant. In fact, it was your affection for him that made the memory unbearable because… He probably only kissed you out of convenience. And he’d never kiss you again.

You grabbed your pillow and shoved it onto your face.

“Aaaauuugggh! Stupid!” you screamed into the pillow and writhed on your mattress. “Why’d it have to be someone as oblivious and romance blind as—! Ugh!”

You let yourself fall limp. What was the point of complaining about it? It was done. The sooner you stopped thinking about it—

“Heeeey! I heard suffo—”

“Gyaaaaaah!” On instinct, you shot up and threw your pillow at the intruder.

Before the projectile could hit its target, a hand donned in lightning armor caught the pillow and crushed it. Downy feathers exploded into the air and fell like snow around the room.

“Oh good, you aren’t dead!” Luck exclaimed with a grin.

“Loo-La-Luck?! Why are you here?!” you sputtered and scrambled to your feet.

“Like I said, I thought I heard you being suffocated,” Luck answered point blank. “Can’t let you die after all.”

Your heart twisted. His tone was so carefree but the implication of him being worried for you…

No! He’s just worried about a friend. A co-worker! Nothing more! You crossed your arms and smiled at him. “Well thanks for worrying. I suppose you’re off to bother Magna now that you know I’m alive?”

“Can’t; he left for a mission an hour ago.”

At this, you raised a brow. The only rooms near yours were Magna and Nero’s. And Luck never had much reason to talk to Nero. Which meant…

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Huh?!” You felt your body lock up. Oh gosh, I’m blushing! Please don’t notice!  “Y-yeah?” I swear, if it’s about—

“So yesterday, during the game I mean.” Luck closed the distance between you two and put his hands on your shoulders. With him so close, every feature of his seemed more handsome. “When I kissed you, you didn’t really kiss back.”

“Uh… Well… I mean, the dare was for you, not me…” Your tongue felt like lead. Static buzzed in your mind, paralyzing you. Why couldn’t he have waited a week or something?! I’m still processing this! “Why did you even kiss me at all?”

Luck’s eyes locked with yours. He stared at you, into you, for a moment, his eyes wide like he was searching.

“Because it was you!” Maybe it was a trick of the light but Luck’s face seemed… pinker.

“… Huh? Wha…?”

“I guess it wasn’t obvious…” Luck squeezed your shoulders and leaned in. The blush on Luck’s face was very obvious at that point. “You want to know why I kissed you? Because you’re special to me.”

“S-so you’re saying…” The heat in your face spread to the rest of your body. The sound of your beating—no, hammering—heart made you dizzy. “You like me too…?”

“Yeah I like you too!” Then Luck blinked, eyes going wide, as if realizing what had just been said. “‘Too.’ You like me ‘too.’” You mutely nodded. “That’s… That's great!” Luck did a jump, still gripping your shoulders, and when he landed he stayed on his tiptoes to stay closer to eye level with you. “So it was alright to kiss you? Does that mean we can kiss again? Does that mean we’re dating?!”

Luck’s smile was wider and his joy was brighter than when he was on a battlefield. And his exuberance was infectious. Laughter bubbled in your throat as you took his hands off your shoulders to hold.

“Yes! To all of those!” To push the point even further, you leaned down and kissed Luck’s cheek.

To your joy, and to Luck’s as well, that first kiss wasn’t the last. Only the beginning to many more.

#questions from the ask box #awesome anons #luck voltia #luck voltia x reader #black clover #black clover fanfic #bringing in the new year #a moment in time #300 follower special #reader insert #x reader #i like the fact that luck can say basically anything with a straight face #but is also means that it's hard to tell what he's feeling #thus the confusion/frustration of the reader #also i was like... giggling as I wrote luck's little realization... #i bet he would be excited and just zoom straight into 'are we dating?!?!?!?!' #in an earlier draft luck was shier in the confrontation but then i was like... no not luck enough #i like how it turned out akdshfasirtuhas!

[koneko-pi]

Hi I really like your writing. It captures fuegoleon's character so well

Can I request for Fuegoleon with wife s/o who gets rill to make a a family portrait of them along with Leopold and marroleona and she hangs it up and shows fue when he comes back home? Fue sees there's a weird little space/blank spot between him and s/o and asks about it and s/o tells him that she's pregnant and once the baby is born, rill will add it in?

I thought this would be a really cute way to break it to fue that he's going to be a dad🥰

I think these Pregnancy reveal fics have been my favorite to write so far lol thank you for asking for another one!!

Fuegoleon x female reader

Innocent headcannons

1250 wordcount

Family Portrait

You were extra giddy that day as you quickly carried something down the halls of the Vermillion family Manor. This "something" was not an item easily recognized, as most of the maids and butlers craned their heads to watch you go, all they saw was a large white cloth in the vague shape of a rectangle nearly the size of your body.

And you wouldn't let anyone touch it, even-

"Please, allow me my lady-" One young man reached out kindly to you.

"Thank you, but I got it!" You quickly danced around him and then went on your merry way.

-when they tried to help.

The people present watched you excitedly round the corner before glancing at one another.

"Wonder what that was about…?"

"Is she heading for lord Vermillion's office?"

"But he isn't home right now…"

And you were well aware of that. In fact, you had specifically planned it this way. You wanted it to be a surprise when he came home from work, and that means setting it up quickly beforehand. You giggled to yourself as you used your spare key to open up the doors to his office, slip inside and relock it.

You glanced around, as if to really make sure you were all alone, and once you confirmed the coast to be clear you took your precious item and leaned it up against the desk. With a wide smile and a flurry of your hand you snatched the cloth away to reveal a simple frame housing a detailed painting.

"It looks so good!" You could hardly contain your excitement. As you moved around the room to pick a good place to hang it up you thought back why you requested such an item.

Rill had been more than excited to do the painting for you. Especially after you told him why you needed it. He worked with you for days, constant back and forth contact to make sure every detail was perfect, from the clothing everyone wore to the expression of Mereoleona.

Rill had told you he was so excited to finish it he barely got any sleep, and for a brief moment you worried about his squad with a sleep deprived captain. But that feeling had quickly been squashed by pure excitement after he presented the finished product to you.

And with it now on the wall, above the couch by the door, you had to admire Rill's handiwork all over again.

It was a family portrait, painted on a canvas so large you could hide behind it if you crouched down low enough. You weren't one for such a large and flashy style (momentarily your mind drifted to the unnecessarily large image of Acier Silva that was the first thing anyone saw when walking into their home.) But with how many people were present in the painting, Rill said it would unfortunately have to be on the larger side.

It pictured the whole Vermillion family, with you and Fuegoleon right in the front, seated facing one another on a couch. Behind you was Leopold, with a hand on the back of the couch, looking like a dashing young man. And behind Fuegoleon was Mereoleona, with her staple grin, but Rill was kind enough to make it look less crazed and more cocky. It was better than nothing.

He had offered you a few samples of her with something more calm and normal. But it just didn't look right, infact it was almost creepy. This was much better in your eyes.

You and Fuegoleon looked elegant, happy smiles and loving eyes. Between you though was an empty space, and it wouldn't look quite so out of place if the two of you weren't positioned as if you were holding something. With your body leaning forward slightly and arms up, Fuegoleon's hand resting on your elbow to help support it. It looked more bizarre the longer you stared, and a small anxiety built up in you.

'What if he doesn't like it?' Were the thoughts slowly creeping their way into your mind.

But you quickly reminded yourself why you got this painting made at all and all of the excitement rushed back. You couldn't wait till he came home, and since you times it as well as you did, glancing at the clock yo check the time-

The door suddenly clicked as the lock tumbled open and Fuegoleon pushed on the door. He was barely inside when he noticed you standing there and his eyes went wide.

"My love!" He greeted you with pleasant surprise, wasting no time to close the door behind him and walk over to embrace you.

"Hello, Fuego!" You greeted him back. "Did you have a good day?"

"I did." He pulled back so he could look down into your face. "Though it's better now that you're here. I wasn't expecting this."

"I wanted to surprise you." You let out a giggle as you hugged him tightly. You wanted to hold onto his pleasant warmth a little longer before showing him his gift, which was currently to his back.

"I can see that. Some of the servants were telling me how excited you looked today?"

The moment of truth was slowly coming and your stomach was starting to bubble up. Like a child the night before their birthday.

"I was eager to set something up." You pulled back and you watched Fuegoleon give the smallest tilt of his head.

"Oh, what was it?"

You grabbed his arm and gently turned him around so he could face the painting.

"Oh-!" He tensed slightly in surprise. You could easily picture his wide eyes and slightly slack jaw as he stared at it. Taking in all of its details. You felt his shoulders relax and let him pull away to walk towards it so he could see it up close.

"My love, where did you get this?"

"Rill made it~" You grinned behind him.

"Rill did? I always knew he was talented but…"

"But?"

"Well lets just say, most of his paintings I've seen myself were magic related."

Ahh, you've only witnessed Rills magic a couple of times, but you agree with Fuegoleon that it could be abstract at times. The harpy woman was still an oddly vivid memory for you.

"But, my love…"

You quickly snapped back to the present. Nearly bouncing on your heels now.

"What's this empty space, are you supposed to be holding something?"

The moment of truth….

"Well that, my dearest~" you slid right next to him, wrapping one arm around his and leaning your head against his shoulder. "That is for our baby. But it's not here yet, so I had Rill leave the space empty."

It took Fuegoleon no time to pick up on your words.

"Baby?" His head snapped down to look at you with wide eyes. And you tilted your head back to look up at him, a big smile on your face with all of your built up happiness.

"That's right, our baby."

His mouth opened and closed a few times as if he was trying to get his thoughts straight enough to think. But actions speak louder than words, and so he snatched you up in a big hug, burying his face against you as you gleefully laughed.

"Congratulations. Dad to be~" you laughed.

"Congratulations to us!" He began to laugh with you, whole he spun you around and danced around the room, the pair of you on cloud nine.

Please pardon any Typos, and thank you for reading!

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[one-leaf-grimoire]

DYAD update

I have decided to make an official sequel to my fanifc "DYAD." I don't know what it will be called yet, but it will pick up at the beginning of the Spade Rescue Arc, and then continue through the year-or-so timeskip and into the Final Arc. As you can imagine, this will cover the MC/"Lisa"'s struggles and feelings after Lucius appears and begins to prepare for his final plan. It WILL be reader insert, but will be heavily inspired by the Lisa x Lucius lore I've been cooking for the past year. While most of it will be from the Reader's POV, there will be quite a bit written from Lucius's POV as well.

I plan to post the Ao3 links here when I get around to publishing it! When I catch up with the manga, the updates will slow but will continue until the story is over and I am able to end the fic at the same time as the manga.

I hope you will all look forward to it ~

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[vermillionflames]

I See Red

Paring: Fuegoleon x female Y/N

Warnings: bondage (rope, hand tying), sex toys, overstimulation, thigh riding, light spanking

This was something I never finished or posted until I found it trying to organize my drive so have fun!

“I’m nervous.”

“You shouldn’t be, everyone will have their eyes on you at the ball.”

“That’s exactly why I’m nervous!” I shout at Mereoleona from my vanity, the maid helping me clasp my necklace.

Mereoleona walks over to me, motioning for the girl to leave as she locks eyes with me in the mirror, “I’m sure my idiot brother will distract you soon enough,” she whispers it right above my ear, giving me a sly grin. The idea sends a chill down my spine. Just as quickly as she managed to get in my head, she’s in the doorway giving me a ‘see ya later’ wave.

I give myself a last look before following her out the door and down the hallway. I stop when I reach the doorway to the ballroom, waiting for someone to call my name and open the door for me. I felt someone’s breath on my neck.

“You look amazing,” he whispered before he hooked his arm for me to take.

“Fuegoleon,” I breathe. “Thank you.”

“Ready?” He asked, and when I give a confirming nod, he motions for the guard to open the door.

[Insert corny ball scene here]

“I think it’s time for us to retire for bed,” Fuegoleon told me before putting his hand on my lower back and guiding me out the door towards his quarters at the Vermillion household. “You know my favorite color is red… is that why you picked out this to wear tonight?”

I opened my mouth but before I could get the words out he pushed me against the outside wall, face hovering above mine, the fire in his eyes was more subtle, but still hot and dangerous. 

“So that everyone would know that you belong to me?”

I forgot how to speak.

“Come along,” he said as he turned away and started to walk again, “I want to see you in something else that’s red.”

When we made it to his room he held the door open for me, my eyes went directly to what was on his bed. Rope. Lots of red rope.

Oh.

“What’s that for?” I ask, slowly approaching the bed. “Where’s the thing you want me to wear?”

“That is the red thing.” He’s at my back, breath tickling my sensitive skin. I shutter.

“But, how do you wear rope?”

“I’ll help you.” Fuegoleon spins me around. “Do you trust me?”

I soften. “Of course I do.” My fingers brush his cheek. “So, do I wear it over my dress or is this some of that bondage stuff you’ve been reading about?”

“Turn around,” he answers.

I do as I’m told and Fuegoleon is quick to unlace the back of my dress. I help him push the fabric down, and though he is behind me, I can see him stiffend at my lack of underwear.

“It would have been impossible to wear that dress with a bra,” I start.

“My silence is not a complaint,” he says. Then there was a warm, firm hand grazing my ass. 

I moan. 

“Let me put a pretty little outfit on this ass.” He smacks it before moving and I am left shivering at the lack of his warmth. 

Fuegoleon doesn’t speak as he ties knots and wraps the thin material around my breasts, which makes them swell. His fingers graze my hard nipples as he works, but he does not play with them, much to my dismay. 

“Bend over the bed,” he orders. 

I step forward, hands reaching out to the soft cushion. I am already dripping wet and he hasn’t touched me yet.

His hands graze my ass, massaging the skin. He uses fire, not hot enough to burn, but warm enough to make me squeal when it appears and disappears at random. 

“You’re a mess for me already, Y/N.” His chuckle is dark. 

My mouth dries with anticipation. I wiggle my hips to get him to touch me.

“You want something inside your little hole, don’t you, baby?” And his fingers are there, grazing my entrance. “So horny, aren’t you?”

I moaned. “Please.”

“Be careful what you wish for.” And before I can heed the warning, something warm and vibrating is shoved inside me.

I squeal as it hits my g spot, another end connecting right to my clit. Fuegoleon laughs, kissing my back.

“I told you,” he says before rising again. “Stand back up.”

I do, though it takes great effort as I’d much rather hump his hand.

Fuegoleon circles me like he is a vulture and I am the prey. Then he brings the rope down, between my legs, and back up through my ass crack. I am confused but I don’t question him as he moves behind me.

“You alright?” He asked. I nod, and then he tugs.

Oh.

I lean forward, moaning at the unexpected friction.

He chuckles, but does not tease me more. Instead he makes more knots.

“Fuego-”

“Shh.” He kissed my neck. “Give me your hands.”

“Behind my back?” Oh gods. “You’re going to tie me up?”

He grabs my chin, kissing my lips. “Is that alright with you?”

“Yes,” I breathe. I feel myself clench around the toy at the idea of being completely helpless.

Fuegoleon is gentle as he ties my wrists to my back. Once he is done he comes in front of me, smiling.

“How do you feel?” He asks, kissing my jaw and cheeks.

“Wet,” I moan, “Desperate, incredibly horny.”

“Does the toy feel good?”

I can only nod.

“Good.” Fuegoleon walks over to the desk. I almost cum at the thought of him pulling out more toys to play with, but when he turns around there is a book in his hands.

“Wha- what is that for?” I yell. “Are you going to spank me with that?”

“What? No.” He climbs into the bed, stretching out on his side as I stand there, gaping and shivering from the vibrator. “I’m going to read it.”

“But what about me?!”

He shrugs. “I don’t care what you do.” And then his face is concealed by the cover.

I don’t know if I should cry or kill him. I walk forward to argue, and the movement makes the rope move against the toy, which makes the toy move against me. 

Oh. 

I decide to not care how silly or sex crazed I look, Fuegoleon isn’t paying attention anyway. I walk up to my side of the bed and hook one leg onto the mattress. I rub myself against the bed.

Fuegoleon doesn’t look over, it’s like I am not here even though I am moaning very loudly. The book must be fucking incredible for him to choose it over me.

I grind my hips harder, biting my lips as the pleasure shoots up my body. But it’s not enough to get me off. The angle is wrong, the shape isn’t right.

“Please,” I whimper. He just turns the page.

I look at him, praying for his help. I look at his pants, his cock not even in view. But his legs were spread out… 

“Fine,” I whisper to myself as I climb onto the bed. It is hard to do without my arms, but I manage. 

I straddle his thigh. 

He doesn’t jump or acknowledge me again.

I growl and grind my pussy against the toned muscle there. I nearly scream as I manage to get the vibrator to torture my clit. My pussy clenches around the piece inside me too. I am moaning and whispering sweet nothings to myself, but I swear the muscles flex, as if he knows what’s happening.

Maybe he does and this was all part of the game.

I don’t focus on it long, because the next second my eyes roll back, my mouth dropping open in a scream as I cum. I ride out my orgasm, but as I want to come to a stop I realize I can’t because it is tied closed inside me. 

I whimper, looking at my partner, who is still reading the damn book.

“Your pants are soaked,” I stutter out.

He doesn’t answer. I start to grind against him again, this time telling him dirty wishes. I cum faster this time, and still he does not look up. 

I try to settle my heart and my pussy. It doesn’t work. But I use his thigh again, this time trying to think of a way to get back at him.

I cum too many times to count that night, and Fuegoleon finished his book.

I am going to use the rope on him tomorrow.

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