#gauche x y/n

[amaya-writes]

rewatched black clover then saw your event and now i'm thinking how would Finral, Gauche and Leo introduce their fiance to their siblings. for the sake of this req let's say their siblings had no idea they were getting engaged (for Leo maybe his sis knew but brother didn't? idk i cant imagine neither of them knowing)

Ringtober Masterlist

Notes: sorry for the delay!

Warnings: n/a just fluff

Characters involved: Finral Roulacase, Gauche Adlai, Leopold Vermillion

Fem reader, you/yours

Finral Roulacase

His brother needs a minute.

Literally just points at Finral then you and goes you actually managed to convice her to fall for you?

Might make fun of Finral a bit but Finral can tell he's secretly happy for him.

Langris is more interested in the ring than you, he is glad to say that his brother has good taste in jewellery.

They end up discussing family matters after that and what's going to happen with certain pre established marriage agreements.

Overall Langris doesn't really care much, sure he's happy his brother found someone but it's kind of a 'meh' moment for him.

He isn't interested in getting to know you either, in his head you're like the Black Bulls—someone his brother likes but he doesn't particularly care for.

Don't expect to see much of him around either, although he does expect a wedding invite even if he might snark on about not attending.

He does in fact attend.

Gauche Adlai

His sister is so excited it's honestly adorable.

You've already met in the past since Gauche had to introduce the two most important girls in his life to each other, but she gets very excited at the prospect of having you as her future sister.

Gauche has to roam around with tissues because he keeps getting nosebleeds at the idea of the three of you living together like a happy lil family.

Once she finds our you're going to be her future sister in law his sister constantly asks about you when Gauche visits. He almost can't visit her without you because she sometimes seems sad and then Gauche feels very bad.

This one time the two of you got into a fight and she asked about you and told Gauche something along the lines of you better not take my sister away from me and to this day he does his best to never argue with you.

Overall your relationship is really sweet. Since Gauche is kind of like her father figure anyways you sort of become a maternal figure for her.

Leopold Vermillion

Fuegoleon is so genuinely surprised he doesn't even know how to react.

Their parents called all three children to the house for dinner which was surprising in itself, so when he sees you there he is pretty confused.

You're a close family friend, and ever since you were children it was sort of a given that Leo was yours and you were his. You two were just fated to be together.

But Fuegoleon presumed that his parents would at least give him of all people some forewarning before an engagement.

He ends up finding out that Leo actually proposed out of nowhere, you accepted and told both families a few days ago.

So why was Fuegoleon so late to the party?

His sister finds the entire situation funny and doesn't miss a beat before teasing Fuegoleon for being slow and not seeing the signs. Like how Leo suddenly decided to visit their grandfather (for a ring that was pre decided) the day he proposed.

Fuegoleon is honestly very pleased with the entire ordeal. You were always like a little sister to him anyways, but now that relationship is just solidified.

He does however tease Leo quite a bit about being a man and the responsibilities that come with marriage.

He's kind of surprised that Leo is going to be the first of the three of them to be married. That's Fuegoleon biggest concern rather than the sudden announcement.

Mereoleona definitely teases him about how their little brother has a better love life than him.

#amaya's ringtober 2023 #black clover #black clover au #black clover fanfiction #black clover x y/n #black clover x reader #black clover x you #finral roulacase #finral black clover #finral x reader #finral roulacase x reader #gauche x you #gauche x y/n #gauche x reader #gauche adlai #gauche black clover #leopold vermillion #leopold hcs #gauche hcs #gauche headcanons #leopold vermillion x reader #leo x reader #leopold fanfic

[melody-ofstars]

★ 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶 ~Black Clover

★ 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 ~ Gauche Adlai x Reader

★ 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮 ~ Fluff

★ 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓶𝓼 ~she/her

★ 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 ~ 🌌 🌠 💫 🌟 ✨

𝑾𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑰𝑰 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛

Your eyes were closed as you sat in the middle of the field, silently feeling the gentle breeze that brought with it the fragrant smell of blooming flowers.

You certainly loved spring and the colors and happiness it brought with itself, if only you had some of it. You wanted to be happy, really, but it just didn't seem possible. You had never thought that your life would be reduced to this, falling head over heels for the 'unlovable' Gauche Adlai...

You didn't really know how it happened though and if you were to tell it to someone, they would certainly think of you as someone mad which was entirely wrong by the way. Yes, everybody thought of him as some emotionless freak when he was one of the most emotional people you had ever seen.

You truly did not know why it happened, maybe it was because of that rare yet wonderful smile of his or rather his love and affection for his sister, or... It was just him, just Gauche, and himself. But alas, your affections were in vain as you knew better than to expect him to love someone. Your love for him was just like in those poems that you read, secret and unrequited.

You took a deep breath before focusing on the task at hand which was watching over the orphanage kids as they played, they seemed to be enjoying themselves and nothing looked cautious. You idly plucked a flower and began to twirl it in your hand, picking on its petals as you muttered to yourself, he loves me, he loves me not only for it to end on the latter.

"See y/n, even the flower thinks that you are hopeless and miserable." You groaned.

"And why are you hopeless and miserable?" A voice cut in startling you.

You turned around, a hand on your rapidly beating heart, only to find standing there, the person who has occupied your thoughts. Gauche. As if your heartbeat wasn't fast enough, it got even faster as you felt heat rush up to your cheeks.

"And since when do you care? " You playfully asked back, you didn't know how you got the confidence but thankfully your voice did not waver.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, taking a seat down next to you. "I do care about you..." he said. Your eyes widened as you interpreted what he just said, there's no way he said that. At least you knew that is not what he meant by it. "Always have..." he added in the end but not loud enough for you to hear it.

You turned towards him and found him already looking at you making you falter in your move. You couldn't comprehend the emotion on his face, it wasn't a frequent one like his annoyance or care for Marie, it was different. New.

"You care for my Marie and I appreciate that." He said, his tone softer than usual and you nodded in acknowledgment. See, it wasn't that after all...

You turned your head away, trying not to give away the obvious infatuation that you had with him and the disappointment from his words, and focused on his sister who was happily approaching you and her brother.

"Big brother you are here!" She said with a smile, hugging him as she did. He had his smile on his face, the one that was only for his sister, the one that you admired.

"Look what I made for you! Miss y/n said that you will love it." She said, showing him a daisy crown she had made, his eyes filling with love at the gesture before they flicked towards yours so fast that you thought it was a trick of the light.

"She was right, I do love it." He commented, oblivious of the effect it had on you. You seriously did not know how you were breathing till now but it certainly felt good.

You smiled as you watched her tell him about her week and how intently he listened to it. You watched as he smiled and as his voice was full of love when he spoke to her. It may seem weird to anyone how can someone like Gauche Adlai but for you, it was as clear as a day... Because you liked Gauche Adlai simply for being Gauche Adlai.

#𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬— 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬🌷 #𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬— 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬💮 #𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐨𝐟𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬💫 #𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬— 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟🍀 #black clover anime #the black bulls #black clover manga #gauche adlai #gauche #gauche adlai x reader #gauche x reader #gauche fluff #gauche x you #black clover gauche #gauche black clover #bc gauche #adlai gauche #gauche x y/n #black clover theories #black clover theory #black clover fanfiction #marie adlai

[starrypen]

⋇⊶⊰ (FINALLY) GIVING JUNGWON HEAD ⊱⊷⋇

pairing: dom!jungwon x gn!reader

genre: smut

summary: jungwon was a great project partner. not only did you learn lots about the module, but also how to give head!

warnings: implied virgin reader, pet names, face fucking, giving head, dom jungwon, implied sub reader, swearing. 1.4k words.

a/n: self indulgent. i want jungwon so bad.

for what could be one last time, you took in the scenery of your classmate’s room. the walls were painted ivory, the desk was a metallic navy, his bedsheets a similar shade of blue. although you hated this module, it turned out to be your favourite, but maybe that’s just because you were finally able to get some one-on-one time with jungwon. you’d been partnered up together for this project, and you’d enjoyed every second of it. you’d actually become quite close, flirty even. he’d often ask for a message, tell you how good your hands felt on him, or ask if you wanted one in return. he’d sometimes seem bummed when you said you going on dates, or hanging around with guys, but you didn’t want to delude yourself, maybe he just wanted to get the project done sooner.

tonight, you’d finally finished the poster for the presentation. it felt like an end, and you didn’t really like that. just as you were contemplating asking him out on a date, jungwon popped a rather intrusive question.

“is giving head fun?” jungwon asked, folding the peel of his banana in on itself while finishing the last bite. he aimed for the trash can in his room and succeeded, as per usual.

this was his usual style of conversation, he definitely meant it in a playful way, but you felt obligated to answer it truthfully. “uh i mean,” you shifted awkwardly and gulped as you watched his throw, “i cannot confirm or deny.”

“i take that as a no then,” he picked up the scissors and stretched up to his desk with them, placing them down firmly as his eyes scanned the poster.

your eyes do the same, anything to avoid looking at him, “well i wouldn’t know, that’s why i can’t say.”

he turns to you, puzzled, “huh?” his brows furrowed more as he notices you burning up, “i thought you’d slept with loads of guys?”

“yeah, no, i haven’t, i just said that to be you know,” you cringed at your previous interactions with the boy whose room you were currently in, “cool…” you gulped again, biting the bullet as words escaped before you could stop them, “but i kinda want to know, i just haven’t found someone who would be worthy of such an honour yet.” you owned it, a smirk on your face, which jungwon could clearly tell was feigned confidence.

his hand came to rest on yours, ceasing it’s trembling which gave you away. “do you really wanna try?”

you nodded.

“what about with me?” he waited until you nodded again. “would that be okay?”

“are you sure?”

to your surprise, jungwon laughed, “y/n, i’ve been waiting for this day since the first day of college, i’m very much okay with this.”

you joined in, awkwardly, “me too, to be honest.” his hand disappeared from yours as you finally got more comfortable in your laughter, instead tussling with his jeans’ zipper, standing up as he did so. you joined him, standing clumsily, watching him.

“sit down, y/n,” his eyes darted to the bed as he took one leg from his jeans, the other following shortly.

you sat, his boxers in your eyeline. you couldn’t help but look, his bulge right in front of you. you held your breath as your teeth tore your lips and the inside of your cheeks apart.

“hey, y/n, don’t be nervous, okay? we can stop at any time, you got that?” you felt his hand on your head, stroking it gently, calming you slowly but surely. “look at me, baby,” he spoke softly, your eyes drifted up to his.

after a short while of eye contact, your eyes naturally fell once again to his boxers, “do you wanna touch it?” he asked.

you nodded, his hand still on your head but not guiding your response at all. your hand timidly reached out, cupping the general area a little gauchely.

“how about you rub your hand over it? up and down,” you tried to imitate his suggestion with your hand, and with a little help from his own, you managed to get a good feel of his hardening cock. “good, doesn’t it feel good to know that you did this?”

you giggled shyly, but almost a little smugly, under your breath, “it does.”

“then how about i let you see, how does that sound, hm?” by this point, you were no longer palming his cock, instead, your hand running over his own as he played with his own dick inside his boxers.

“good,” you agreed, not really sure of what to say.

he revealed his dick, pulling his boxers to just below it and then finally pulling them completely off as he watched you admire it.

you licked your lips as if you’d already been conditioned to do so. “it’s so,” your hand went to it once again, employing the same motion, again a little awkwardly, before wrapping your hand around it more comfortably, “thick.”

“is it?” he asks in pleasant surprise, “well it’s all yours, baby.”

you pump it a couple more times, getting used to the feeling, before asking, “can i try sucking it?”

“you’re so eager,” he chuckles, “of course you can,” the hand on the back of your head starts to guide you towards his semi hardened cock as you get closer to his body. you’re not sure if the heat is coming from him or your face alone at this point, but you’re almost basking in it as if its warm caribbean sun.

“open your mouth, i’ll just put the tip in.” you did as he said and he kept to his promise, the head of his cock resting on your tongue. “okay, now close your mouth,” your lips wrapped around it. you looked up to him for reassurance, he breathed heavily in response. you think that meant you were doing a good job. “you can move a bit, if you want,” he spoke through gritted teeth, but it only turned you on more. you moved your head lightly, taking as much as you thought you could before coming back up for air. “spit on it, y/n, get it all wet, you’ll be able to take more.”

“fuck, jungwon, it’s so big,” you repositioned it back in your mouth, drooling on it, leaving your hand on his shaft for support. encouraged by a groan from the boy, you carried on sucking. his free hand took your own from his cock and held it by his side, interlocking your fingers together.

“this feels so good, y/n,” getting carried away, he thrusts gently. you’re taken aback, he notices your pace slows almost to a stop. “oh, i’m so sorry, was that too much? i didn’t even think, ugh,”

you begin sucking again, you can’t even respond to his apology, you just want his cum. unable to hold back, he thrusted again, only this time, you leaned into it. his grip on your hair got tighter and his thrusts got harder, your lips became less pursed and your throat started to make gagging sounds. jungwon was fucking your face. just like you’d wanted.

you placed your free hand on his thigh, slowing him down as your throat felt more and more used. your lips tightened around him again and your head bobbed deeply, adding a little bit of a swirling motion. under your touch, you felt his leg begin to shake.

“fuck, y/n, im cumming,” he announced, letting go of your hand in favour of pulling his dick from your mouth and covering your upper lip and nose in cum. he seemed a little dissatisfied. his dick dragged the cum down and across your lips, parting them slightly as your tongue grazed his tip again. “you’re like, incredible at giving head, y/n,” he admitted, panting as he watched over you, a slight hunch to his posture.

“i never doubted it,” you chuckled, taking a tissue from his bedside table and wiping your face. “but i should probably clean this off before your flatmates realise we haven’t been studying all this time.”

he extended a hand to help you off his bed, laughing with you, “don’t worry, they’ve been wanting this to happen almost as much as i have.”

#jungwon #enhypen #enhypen smut #jungwon smut #enhypen imagines #jungwon imagines #yang jungwon

[rosalynesimp]

Accident.

Alcina Dimitrescu x Y/N maid.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: flirty, smut, oral sex, fingering

Summary: smutty smut 💦💦

Notes: let me know what you think, please :)

Word count: 2277

“Quick, Y/N. The Lady is waiting.”

It is dinner time and today is your turn to bring Dimitrescu’s family the food. You can feel your palms sweat and you wipe your palms against your apron. Taking a deep breath you grab the tray, that is quiet heavy, walking into the dining room.

Three sisters and Lady Dimitrescu herself sits at the table, waiting for your appearance. Sisters as always start whisper to one another, giggling. Lady Dimitrescu sits patiently, not making any noises.

“Oops!”

Cassandra materializes by your side, tripping you up.

You crash on the floor, shutting your eyes closed as you hear the sound of breaking plates. The tray slides away from you. Everything happened in complete silence. Seemed like your fail was heard through the whole castle.

The sisters burst into laughing, holding their stomachs. Lady Dimitrescu now holds the bridge of her nose, sitting with closed eyes.

You slowly get up, wiping your hands. Three sisters keep laughing at you, making you feel even more embarrassed. How rude. They never miss a chance to make fun of someone.

“Quiet now!”

Lady Dimitrescu shouts.

“But Mother!”

Bela resists, pouting.

“I said my word. Shut it.”

Lady Dimitrescu seems to boil up. Her fists clench and she takes a deep breath before getting up, pushing her chair back. It creaks loudly and she looks down at you. Her eyes shine bright yellow as she cleans her throat.

“Clean the mess, gauche. Make sure the floor is clean, too. Ugh.”

Alcina throws her hands up, her face expression shows disgust. She then kneels before you, holding her dress hem. She leans closer, places her index finger and her thumb on your chin, making you look into her eyes.

“Naughty girl… At my place by 4pm. Prepare yourself.”

She whispers. You look at her with fear in your eyes and nod. Lady Dimitrescu gets up, elegantly kicks the plate with her foot and leaves the dining room. Her daughters fly to you, still laughing hard. They all lean closer, surrounding you. They touch your body and hair, hissing.

“Oh, someone’s gonna get punished!”

“Aha! Mother won’t take pity!”

“You’ll get destroyed, Y/N! Such a loss… You’re so cute!”

They once again burst into laughing and vanish really quick after, leaving you alone with a mess. You collect every broken piece of plates and scattered food. You head off back to the kitchen. As soon as you get there you meet a mistress of maids. She straightaway pushes you against the wall and you drop the tray.

“The hell you arranged there?! Are you out of your mind?!”

She hisses at you, looks directly into your eyes. You stand quiet, feeling guilty even though everything that has happened wasn’t your fault.

«Did you swallow your tongue, Y/N? She’ll murder you!”

The mistress still shouts and then backs away from you. She breathes heavily, crossing her arms on her chest.

“It was Cassandra’s fault. She-“

“Hush you now! Go clean yourself, you brat.”

She spits and you nod, leaving to your room. You change your clothes and sit on your bed, sighing. Why Cassandra did it on propose?

*****

Lady Dimitrescu meets you right in the door way as she walks out of her chamber. She smirks, changing her route, grabbing your arm harshly and pulling you inside her room, shutting the door behind her back.

You look around the room. It is dim lighted with candles around the perimeter. You notice a king-sized bed with lots of pillows on top of it. Lots of bookshelves with quiet… interesting books. You gasp when you hear Alcina’s voice from behind your back. She is so close to your ear that you can feel her cold breath on your skin which makes you shiver.

“Now now… What are we going to do with you, little one?”

She grins, crunches her nose as she takes her long cigarette holder. Alcina sits at her vanity, crossing her legs. She faces you and takes off her hat, putting it aside. You’ve never seen her without her accessory and she looks… gorgeous even without it.

“Come.”

She says strictly, her voice is cold. You tremble from the way she talks to you and steps closer slowly, looking under your feet.

“I’m not going to wait forever. Faster.”

She sighs.

You walk closer to her and now stand by Lady Dimitrescu’s side, waiting for her next request. She places her hand on your waist, gently pulling you on her lap. You could feel the scent of cigarettes and her sweet perfume mixed together. You smile to yourself but your smile quickly fades away as she speaks again.

“Did you wash the floor after what you’ve done?”

Alcina asks, brushing your hair behind your ear. She takes off her gloves, putting them on the vanity.

You sit like that for a while. Lady Dimitrescu holds you close to her, gently running her hands through your hair. It tickles your neck but you can’t move.

“Tell me, Y/N…”

She whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“…What do you expect from your… punishment?”

“I have no clue, ma’am. I guess you’re the one to decide.”

Your reply makes her giggle.

“How sweet.”

Alcina gets up, placing you back on the floor. She walks over to sit on the edge of her bed, pulling her long white dress up to her hips. You couldn’t help yourself but stare at her long pale legs. She looks like she’s a statue made out of porcelain. Surely, she notices your gaze and smirks.

“Don’t be shy, darling.”

She pats her lap.

You come closer to her and she helps you to bend over her lap, your back faces her eyes now. She runs her hand up your inner thigh, gently caressing your soft skin. Alcina pulls up your dress, now facing your bare rear.

‘How beautiful…’ She thinks to herself.

Smack.

Smack.

One more time.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Y/N.”

You stay quiet with closed eyes. Your ass cheeks burn so hard from her hand.

Another smack.

“I can’t hear you, love.”

Lady Dimitrescu chuckles, stroking your lower back. Her hands are cold and you tremble.

“I wanna hear you beg, little mouse… Don’t disappoint me.”

She whispers in seductive voice against your ear and slaps your butt again. You squeak and she sighs in relief.

“Ahhhh, here we are.”

Alcina slaps you again, now squeezing your rear hard in her huge palm. You let out a quiet moan which makes her grin more. She caresses your ass cheeks, gently spreading your legs apart.

“Hush now, dear…”

Her voice is soothing as she smiles at you. You can’t see her face but you know that hungry look. Alcina run her hand up from underneath your knee to your dripping core, making you whimper. You would be a liar if you say you don’t like it.

“My… What do we have here?”

She murmurs, stroking your core through your soaked panties, giving more attention to your clitoris. She moves your panties aside, gently spreading your folds with her fingers which are coated with your juices now. You moan. Lady Dimitrescu lets out a sigh of pleasure, gently picking you up bridal style and throwing you on the bed. Your head hits the giant pillows and you drown in her silk bedsheets that smell like her.

The Lady crawls to you like a beast, showing off her pure white fangs with light strips of saliva dripping down from them. Her golden eyes glow in the dim lit. She watches you opening your legs, your panties completely soaked through. Lady Dimitrescu can smell the scent of yours and it turns her on even more, knowing how needy you are for her. Your chest go up and down fast as you look at the Lady.

“You’re such a dirty girl. Already dripping wet without my permission.”

She speaks through her teeth as she places her hands underneath your lower back, pulling your hips up in the air. You place your feet on her shoulders for stability and she smirks.

“I… Can’t control it, ma’am…”

You whisper and she bites your ankle, licking few drops of blood off your skin. She lets out a quiet moan at your sweet taste before looking at you.

“Mistress from now on.”

You nod slightly at her before Alcina leans closer, pressing her lips against your wet panties. Within a second she rips them apart, staring at your labia. She holds you up in the air with one hand, the other travels down your inner thigh, gently stretching your core with only one finger.

“So tight.”

She murmurs, smirking, earning a loud moan from you.

You feel your body tremble and you gasp as she slowly slides her finger in and out of you. Her fingers were big enough. Alcina moves her finger inside you, touching your most sensitive parts. You moan, arching your back.

“Easy now, little one. We don’t want you to fall, do we?”

Lady Dimitrescu chuckles and leans down, covering your clitoris with her mouth. She licks your dripping core along with her finger moving a bit faster. She moves it in and out again and again, making you moan more. Every stroke sends electricity down your body.

Your sweet sounds are a treat for Alcina’s ears.

Alcina gently places you down on the bed, keeping her finger in you.

“M-mistress…”

You moan.

“Yes, love?”

“Fuck me harder, please…”

You can’t take it anymore. You feel your muscles tightens around Lady Dimitrescu’s finger and she moans herself quietly, taking you by surprise. You open your eyes to look at her. She notices it and slowly, deliberately pulls her finger out before roughly sliding it back inside your cunt, making you scream. It doesn’t hurt due to enough amount of lubricant. She keeps her eyes on you, taking every second of your pleasure. Juices drip down your thighs as you got close to your orgasm.

“Mistress, yes!”

“Louder!”

“Mistress, yes, please!”

She makes few last rough thrusts before you cum all over her finger and palm. She puts her finger in your mouth, letting you taste yourself.

“Make sure it’s clean, Y/N.”

She bends over to you, watching you sucking on her finger and palm. You gasp at your taste and Alcina smirks, licking her lips before smashing them onto yours. Without a second’s hesitation she slides her tongue inside your mouth, making you moan. She lets out a loud moan, too, wrapping her leg around yours. She presses her core against your lap, making you feel how wet she is because of you.

“M-mistress… Let me please you back…”

You mumble between your kisses as you kiss passionately. Alcina pulls away slightly, looking into your eyes.

“Let’s see what you can do with this little mouth of yours.”

She groans, carefully kneeling in front of you, her back facing you.

“Mind helping me?”

She asks as she shows at the buttons on her back. You nod, sitting up to help her get undressed. As soon as you unbutton her white dress, it slips down her shoulders and she turns around to face you, showing off her squishy breasts covered with black lace bra.

You put your hand on her waist, gently squeezing it, making Lady Dimitrescu moan softly.

“Harder.”

She commands and you did as she asked. Your hands trailing down her curves, touching her lace panties. She bites her lip hard, watching you.

“Let me help you, Y/N.”

She cuts off her own panties with her claw and you gasp, backing up a little but she hushes you with her hand on your cheek, caressing it. You look up into her eyes, nodding before laying down. Alcina crawls closer, placing her knees on both sides of your head. You face her dripping cunt and let out a quiet moan, sticking out your tongue and licking off her sweet juices. Alcina moans, tilting her head back.

“Good girl.”

She groans, slightly arching her back and bucking her hips at your mouth. She keeps her mouth opened as she breathes through it. You lick her again, now swirling your tongue around her hard pinkish clitoris. She moans louder this time, slowly thrusting her hips forward and back, riding your tongue.

“You alright down there?”

Lady Dimitrescu asks, making sure you got some of the air and she doesn’t press too hard on you. You moan, slightly pulling away to speak.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She nods, smirking at you as you spread her folds apart, stroking your tongue down to her wetnesses, moving your finger in. She moans once again, placing her hand into your hair, tightening her grip as she keeps your head steady. Alcina buckles her hips, making herself get close to orgasm. Her legs tremble and you’re scared that she’ll eventually fall down on you and smash you dead. Lady Dimitrescu helps herself with moving her weight on her arms that are places on the back of the bed now.

You want to reach for her breasts but they still covered with bra. You let out a sad squeak which makes Lady Dimitrescu look down on you. She notices your gaze and pulls down her lace bra, exposing her pinkish hard nipples. You moan against her core, sending vibrations, making her body shake as she cums hard into your mouth. You make sure you drink every drop of her juices and wipe your mouth with your wrist.

“Such a good girl… You make mommy feel good. I better keep you to myself.”

She smiles widely at you, pulling you closer into a tight hug.

#lady dimitrescu #re8 #lady d #lady dimitrescu x y/n #re8 lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu smut #alcina x y/n #alcina dimitrescu

[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.

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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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#yami sukehiro #black clover #one shot #yami sukehiro x reader #yami sukehiro x male reader #black clover x reader #black clover x male reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader #.mackjlee9 writes

[keanureevesisbae]

Kylian Mbappe x Dutch!fem!reader (but who are we truly kidding, it's about me 😂😂)

Summary: You and your friend get stuck in an elevator with two guys who are the proud owners of the World Champion title of 2018. It's just that you don't know that yet.

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: I tried to fight it, I truly do, however I just couldn't help myself. So here it is: a stupid little one shot, based of a dream I had 😂 Also, the reader is Dutch, you have a friend named Jocelyn and it's June 2022

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Forget Emily in Paris. Who needs her, when you have me—Y/N Y/L/N—right here in the heart of Paris? I’ll just admit it straight away: I am that cliche. I eat croissants, am a whore for crepes and am looking into eating escargot. Finally I have an excuse to wear the beret. Try to impress the French with my mediocre accent and the three things I remember from my French lessons back in high school, though I don’t think I’m necessarily succeeding.

I’m wearing a black midi dress, paired with the platform boots and I push the sunglasses in my hair. I put on a thin white cardigan with daisies on it. After I zipped up my black boots, I grab the purse and ask my friend: ‘Ready?’

‘Is overdressing really your main purpose in life?’

I scoff. ‘Thought you knew me by now,’ I say, looking into the mirror to fix my hair. ‘It was I who showed up in a very cute dress and Mary Janes for orientation and that was back home. You bet you’re ass I’m gonna dress up in a different city.’

Jocelyn has been best friend since forever, therefore is familiar with my antics and she stands up from the bed after she put on her white sneakers and pulls up her baggy jeans. On top she’s wearing a cute blue crop top and grabs a simple sporty cardigan. ‘I’m ready,’ she says with a smile, before she uses the hairlip to twist her blonde locks in a messy, but stylish manner. 

The two of us lock our hotelroom behind us and make our way to the elevator. This entire place is beautiful, absolutely magnificent and normally, it would be totally out of our price range. However, Jocelyn is a queen when it comes to finding the best bargains, so we got this five night stay for a mere two hundred euros.

Per person that is, but still. A bargain is a bargain.  

And who am I to say no to a fun trip to Paris with my best friend for that price?

Jocelyn presses the button for the elevator, while I take in the extravagant hallway. Even the ceilings look like masterpieces. I wonder whether or not rich people who stay in luxurious hotel after another take a look at the ceiling and admiring its beauty.

The doors slide open and I can see two guys standing in the elevator already. Jocelyn and I—both masters in the European politeness—both smile identically. A tight lipped gesture with the mouth, that resembles a smile, but in reality looks like an awkward emoji.

They both nod into our direction and when I see the right button to go to the ground floor is already pressed, I relax as I lean against the wall. Usually I’d strike up a conversation with my friend, however the two of us stay silent now.

The elevator starts to descend some more, however it abruptly stops to a halt, which causes a high pitched yelp to leave from both my lips and Jocelyn’s. While one of the guys presses the emergency button, the other who is wearing a cap asks: ‘Ça va?’

I know what à droite is and a gauche and thanks to my high school French, I can ask for his name and I can introduce myself and tell him ‘un blond garçon’, because that was one of the first things I learned in school.

But in this case, that is obviously not gonna be helpful.

This however appears to be so simple, yet I have not a single clue what it means. I glance over to Jocelyn, who is just as confused as I am. 

I curse myself for dropping French after year three of high school. 

‘I’m sorry, what?’ I ask.

Cap guy clears his throat. ‘Are you two okay?’ His accent is thick, however I can still understand him perfectly fine. 

‘Yeah, yeah,’ I say with a smile. ‘I am.’ Realizing the question was a bit more specific, I quickly add: ‘We are.’

Goodness gracious, this guy is exactly the type of guy I would date. Deep down I know that Jocelyn knows. We’ve been through many phases together and while her ideal type has shifted over the years, mine has not.

And lo and behold, my ideal type is standing right in front of me.

The other one says something into the intercom, before he says something to his friend. Serving as the translator, Cap guy turns to us. ’There is a technical issue,’ he says. He almost dramatically leaves a few second silence between us. ’It might take an hour if not more to fix it.’

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‘What are your names?’ Cap guy asks after a five minute silence where everyone seemed to gather their thoughts and feelings about the current situation. My conclusion was that a faulty elevator causes the temperature to rise, so within five minutes of us being here, I already stripped myself from my cardigan, just like Jocelyn undid herself from her own.

‘I’m Y/N,’ I say. ‘This is my friend Jocelyn.’

‘Where are you from?’

‘The Netherlands. We’re students.’

Jocelyn clears her throat and asks: ‘What are your names?’

‘Kylian,’ Cap guy says and the other introduces himself as Olivier. Olivier appears to be much more mature, a wedding band visible on his ring finger, but nonetheless, still very attractive. While age shouldn’t necessarily be an issue in friendships, Kylian seems to be closer to our age than Olivier. 

‘What do you guys do?’ I ask, an attempt to make sure this conversation doesn’t fall on the ground.

‘We’re football players,’ Kylian says. 

‘Oh neat,’ I say with a smile. ‘What club?’

‘PSG,’ he answers.

‘AC Milan,’ Olivier answers for himself.

Those are pretty solid teams, I think to myself. 

Olivier smiles and adds: ‘We also play for the French National Team. Les Blues.’

Wait a damn minute. I turn to Jocelyn, with who I share a brain cell. We realize the same thing. Oh no… ‘Did you win the World Cup 2018?’ I ask. 

Jocelyn found her voice too. ‘And are going to play in Qatar upcoming November?’

Kylian and Olivier both chuckle. ‘The one and only,’ Kylian says. 

He could’ve just slapped me in the face. Here I am, asking what these guys do for a living and it turns out I am talking to actual world champions. Coming to think of it, the name Kylian in combination with French National Team and World Champions does sound familiar now. 

Jocelyn gasps. ‘Oh my gosh, you are Kylian Mbappe. And you are Olivier Giroud.’

While Giroud does not sound familiar, Kylian Mbappe does. 

‘Y/N,’ she hisses, ‘we watched the games. We watched the finale together.’

This just goes from bad to worse. I am not an avid football fan, however I get awfully intrigued during the Euro and World Cup. The patriotism I never knew I possessed, all of the sudden is there in all its glory. Because the Netherlands didn’t participate in the World Cup 2018, I just watched it for fun.

And I remember saying that the French had a very attractive team.

‘Oh… I remember now,’ I say in a soft tone. Thankfully Jocelyn doesn’t repeat my infamous words I said during the finale of the World Cup 2018.

I would totally allow number 10 to do things to me.

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After Jocelyn and I gotten over the embarrassing fact we were talking to pro athletes (and kept to ourselves we said the most unhinged things during the finale—mind you, we were nineteen and very single), time went by with jokes, stupid games and me sharing some sweets I had in my purse. 

Besides, I think Kylian is into me. I know how that makes me sound, like I have the world’s biggest ego, but I have been on the side lines many times when guys were showing interests in my friends. Lingering eye contact, allowing me to sit on his jacket so my dress isn’t getting dirty and a very innocent touch every now and then.

It’s all there.

This is the most amazing time for me to practice my hard to get skills and not gonna lie, I am nailing it. Giving him enough to try again, but not too much so I appear way too eager. Maybe I’m this on fire, because I know deep down that I’ll never see these two again, if Kylian Mbappe himself is not gonna ask for my number, because no way in hell I was gonna ask for his.

Jocelyn send me a text saying: IF IT WEREN’T FOR ME AND GIROUD NEXT TO YOU, YA’LL BE SPENDING YOUR TIME KISSING AND MAKING OUT IN THE ELEVATOR. 

Thankfully she wrote it in Dutch, because if one of these guys read what she sent me, I might actually pry the doors open myself so I could drop myself to the ground and die.

‘No, no, no,’ I say, ‘the capital of Estonia is Tallinn. Look it up!’

Olivier does what I ask him to do and he sighs. ‘She’s right. She’s too good.’

Right before we can continue on with our country game (it’s not a very exciting one, I’m mile aheads of them), the doors slide open and we are freed. It’s colder in the hallway, but it’s nice to cool down.

Once we’re at the exit of the hotel, I look at the two famous players, who are all smiles and what not. ‘This was fun,’ I say. 

‘We had fun,’ Jocelyn adds. ‘You two are hopeless with countries, but you can run really fast, so it’s all forgiven.’

They both chuckle. 

And then, in the most awkward way, we part ways. A soft goodbye, a thank you and Jocelyn and I are on our merry way to get our croissants we’ve been craving for more than an hour now. 

‘You and I, missy, need to discuss your flirting highlights,’ Jocelyn says. ‘Because you are gifted.’

‘I am not gifted.’

‘You impressed a hot and single football player,’ she says in all serious. ‘You, my friend, are gifted. I saw it all: the doe eyes, the hard to get and then the flirtatious way you smiled and chuckled at his jokes.’

Before I can say something about it, I hear from behind me: ‘Y/N, wait up.’

‘Thank you,’ Jocelyn says, in no one in particular. ‘I refused to believe this was it.’

‘What?’

‘That goodbye couldn’t be the end of the ‘Y/N Y/L/N and Kylian Mbappe’-saga.’

I can’t even respond to it, because Kylian caught up with us. ‘Hi,’ I say. 

‘Hi.’ A smile so bright and almost innocently hopeful. ‘Can I have your number?’

‘What?’ I ask. ‘Why?’

‘Because… You’re fun and I had fun with you. I… I was hoping you and I could spend some more time together, before you go back to the Netherlands.’ He clears his throat. ‘If you want, of course.’

This is not the time to freak out, Y/N and do something stupid. ‘Of course.’

We exchanged numbers, before he looks at his watch and with an apology telling me he has to go. He holds out his hand and when I place mine in it, he presses a kiss on my knuckles.

Don’t faint. Please, hold yourself together. 

‘Bye,’ he says and then he walks away.

I think I have reached a catatonic state, because I can’t move.  

‘You are gonna be a WAG!’ Jocelyn says. ‘Once you are accustomed to a lifestyle of luxury, please remember your roots, therefore me.’

That drags me right back into reality. ‘He just asked for my number.’

Jocelyn scoffs. ‘You had a meet cute and a number exchange. This is gonna be the love story you’ve been waiting for. Come on, you’re twenty three, like yours truly and we both deserve a love story. Please, hook my up with one of his hot and single friends.’

‘You’re going way too fast,’ I say. ‘He just asked for my number.’

Almost on cue, my phone chimes. 

Jocelyn pulls it from my hand and lets out an excited squeal. Then she turns the screen to me and says: ‘You need to write a ‘how to-guide’ on how to get yourself a footballer in a few hours. It would be an absolute bestseller.’

Deciding to ignore her, I grab my phone from her hand and read the text.

Kylian Mbappe: If you don’t have plans for tonight, I’d like to take you out for a date

Kylian Mbappe: If you want, of course.

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Taglist: @diegos-butt (because I am forcing you to read this 😂😂😂)

#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe oneshot #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe x fem!reader #kylian mbappe x you #kylian mbappe fluff #oh yeah and giroud is there too #when in paris

[herwritingartcowboy]

Haii!! I love your writing so much >< May I request a Black Bulls x Black Bull Reader fanfiction where the reader is a scaredy cat, and she overcomes her fear and saves them all in a mission?

Fandom: Black Bulls

Character(s): Black Bulls

Warning(s):

Readers Gender: Gn

Since you were small everyone would call you a "scaredy cat" and it bothered you. But that didn't stop you from wanting to become a magic knight as you still wanted to help people.

The black bulls understood your predicament and would try to help you the best they could. In fights sometimes you would freeze like grimoar wasn't stick and you couldn't get nothing out of your mouth. You would always apologize but the black bulls never held it against you but you always felt guilty because you know you can help so you have been trying your hardest to get over your fears.

The black bulls were all sent on a mission about some attack and believing that they may be from the diamond kingdom. You, Grey, Gauche, Gordon, Finral, Charmy and Vanessa were helping locals to escape. But once everyone was at a safe and through Finrals portal you can all tell that the fight was getting crazy and closer. You and everyone were getting ready for the attacks coming your way but when you saw the multiple diamond mages and their magic your body had a flight or fight mode, while the others were fighting you were flight. You had tried to do long range attacks as to not get too close but can still help, while your mind and heart are racing.

But you didn't know what happened just a minute ago everyone was fine but the group of attackers had a mage surprise attack them, their magic being some time slowing magic, and Asta was out.

The attackers noticed you as they all started to walk towards as they taunted you, "What a pretty little thing. It excites me to hurt that pretty face" "Just look at them, they are just shaking in fear".

It was true you started to back up, walking backwards as your eyes darted around as you saw your friends trying to get out of time slowing spell as Asta was shouting for you to run and for them not to hurt you.

When you look at all your friends seeing them covered in cuts and blood it starts to make your blood boil and before you know it you start to attack the mages. Your battle went long enough for Asta to get back up and free everyone. Now making you fight alongside your friends.

When you all came back everyone cheered as they all felt proud of you. "You were amazing out there Y/n!" "It was about time but yeah you were great out there" "Come on Y/n fight me and don't hold yourself back". Asta, Noelle, and Luck said getting into your face as you laughed rubbing the back of your neck "Thanks guys but I'm not sure I can do that again any time soon", you said till you felt a muscular hand on your shoulder while you turned to see it was your captain Yami.

"I see you are making progress kids make sure you keep up the good work", Yami said as you smiled. The rest of the day you all ate and that night you can say you felt good with yourself. You may still be somewhat of a scaredy cat but that won't stop you from making sure your friends are safe, because they are your family.

#black clover x reader #black clover x gn reader #black clover x fem reader #black clover x male reader #black bulls x reader #Black bulls reader

[who-am-i-in-the-world]

Mtmte Rung x cybertronien reader

621mots

Vous avez toujours été sur le terrain. Que ce soit dans votre vie avant la guerre ou pendent celle-ci. Votre sire vous a entrainée à être dure et froide. Vous obligent à combattre des gladiateurs et en vous fessent coucher avec des bots plus vieux que vous. Alors vous pouvez maintenait vous imaginez qu’il n’est pas facile pour vous d’exprimer vos émotions. Pourtant vous êtes dans le bar, une boisson de haute qualité au servo vous demandent où allait votre vie. Vous étiez épuisée, c’est le moins qu’on puis dire. Vos optiques fermées, votre tête vers vos cuisses avec un bras qui tient la boisson sur la table et l’autre autour de votre bassin. C’est à peine si vous avez senti le doux touchez sur votre plaque d’épaule gauche.

'Que dirais-tu d’aller te ressourcer dans notre chambre avant de le faire sur la table.' Une voix douce et calme vient doucement à votre récepteur gauche. Vous obligent a regarder le magnifique bot qui était aussi votre compagnon. Vous ne vous rapeliez pas l’avoir vue en entrant dans le bar, mais ça n’a aucune importance en se moment.

Un doux son fatiguer mes d’approbations est sortie de votre bouche. Avec ça, vous vous été levez (avec le peu de force qui vous restait), avez attrapez votre adorable compagnon du même bras qui tenait autrefois votre boisson et été sortie du bar.

...

Apprêt avoir traverser une partit du vaisseau vous été enfin arriver a votre destination et Rung ses occupez de taper le code voyant que vous commenciez doucement a vous pliez en deux. Il vous traina ensuit doucement à la couchette vous disent de vous allongez et est parti dans une salle (semblable a une salle de bain terrienne). Vous en avez profité pour vous mètre plus alaise. Vous placiez sur le dos mes de façon à ce que vaux aile/portière ne vous fassent pas mal. Vous avez ensuite replié vos bras sur votre bas ventre et avez croiser vos jambes une sure l’autre. Rung est ensuite réapparue avec un produis dans les servos et ses approchez de vous.

'C’est mal?' Questionna t'il. Vous l’avez doucement regardé comme si vous le voyez pour la première fois depuis votre création. 'Y/N?'

'Je veux voire tes optiques…' ça sonnait un peut plus sec que vous ne le vouliez. Vous vous êtes immédiatement excusé. Pourtant cela ne la pas empêchez de vous sourire, de retirer ses lunette avec son servo libre et de les poser sur la petite table de cheves accoter. Il a ensuite ouvert la crème an a pris un peut avec ses chiffres et pauser le contenue accoter de ses lunettes. Il s’est ensuite approché de vous et vous avez doucement déposé votre servo sur sa anche en le regardent dans les optiques.

'Tu na ma toujours pas répondue chérie, ses vraiment douloureux?' Il reposa doucement la question pour ne pas vous surprendre dans le silence confortable.

'Pas si pire.' Votre voix épuisée sortie quelque seconde plus tard. Il vous offrit un autre sourire et à doucement commencer à appliquer la crème entre vos câbles près de votre blessure fraiche, comme Ratchet luit avais montré. Prennent la peine de doucement les frotter pour vous détendre le plus possible.

Apprêt qu’il est fini, vous lavez doucement attirer contre vous pour qu’il se couche accote de vous et laver remercier d’un chuchotement a peine présente. Puis vous avez cacher votre visage dans ses câbles de cous pendent qu’il se collait un peu plus à vous.

Tu n’aurais jamais pu demander mieux, un petit ami qui ne te pousse pas à bous et ne pause aucune question sur ton caractère distend. Un jour tu lui parleras de tons passer mes pour listent tu préfères en profitez le plus possible.

-dite moi que je ne suis as la seul qui est en amoure avec Rung!!!!!!!!!

#rung x reader #fluff #amour #transformers #transformers x reader #reader cybertronien #autobots #rung #calin

[firewalkzwit]

runt // jonathan crane x reader. (16)

Chapter 16

cross-posted on AO3

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After their encounter, Crane didn't visit her for four days; his longest streak until then. Y/N waited patiently, part of her strangely yearned for him, and the other anticipated his return with a dab of unease. The night after they'd had sex, she slept tightly yet distant from the warmth of his body, no dreams of impurity. Although, there was an underlying desire to hold and to be held after the intimacy of the exchange that remained unsatisfied. And even though he didn't immediately get up and leave coldly like some men do, who treat their own pleasure as a mere transaction, he refrained from containing her either. No tender hands caressed her head and the warmth of arms holding her tightly against his chest was absent. She didn't attempt to touch him either, and on his side of the bed it was just as cold. No one attempted to caress his cheeks with the delicacy of a nurturing hand, or to wrap arms around his torso to rest a head closer to his chest. That type of contact was only to be done when there was love in between, and even though politeness remained untouched, something had inevitably shifted the course of their relationship.

Crane felt mostly to blame for whatever awkwardness had spawned in the blossoming of a fairly-recently formed relationship. He had tampered with something he should have instructed himself strictly not to, spoiled the potential of any professionalism in a perilous and ambitious procedure. He abstained from visiting her afterwards, in a naive belief that he was being courteous by respecting her space. Even despite his rare attempt at being considerate (a position he didn't adopt with most people, if not any), his absence was misconstrued by the other party, who interpreted it as a cold shoulder. And in a way it was a cold shoulder, as he felt it was best to treat it as austerely as it could be treated, with how difficult that prompted itself given the exchange had felt far from transactional. Something about the way the obvious gauche between them didn't stop the two from feeling like, in their vulnerability, they understood each other, made it especially difficult for Crane to just move on. Completely naked and surrendering control to one another, shifting their power without hesitations or qualms in what seemed like a synchronized choreography, implementing any inelegances as a part of its art. It scared him the most, enough to stop him from allowing her to kiss him, as much as he wanted to feel the softness of her damp lips against his.

He thought he had control over himself, and underestimated the power of his own mind.

She on the other hand, tried to take the slight puncturing to her ego as best as she could. Her lack of engagement in casual encounters with men had weakened her strength to assume with ease that most men who wanted to sleep with her weren't interested in taking it any further. However her consciousness battled with her emotions to take it positively, and appreciate the unfazed relationship they could continue to hold based merely on mutual interests. The back of her mind continued to assault her intrusively, not allowing her to escape from the idea that their pledge was permanently scarred, and unable to continue as it was. This part of her begged for him, subtly searching for transparent closure to a strange and brief chapter in the beginning of their alliance. But the lack of disclosure, even physical proximity enough to allow them to communicate through their bodies, prolonged itself more than it should. It only exacerbated the tension when he finally knocked on her door, which greeted him with silence and a dull stare. There was a visible lack of their usual confidence, even the loudly paraded and intentionally aggravated body language to exude courage when it didn't exist. They both briefly stared at eachother like a pair of coy children before she finally gathered the boldness to address their unspoken concern.

"The other night was just about my dream wasn't it?" There was a brief pause before he answered, because they both knew he had to lie.

"Yes."

"Good."

"Good..." Neither believed it, and in the way they stared at each other there was a tacit understanding that they both knew they didn't. There was something comforting about sharing their silence, as if not speaking about what they both knew would let their quandary occupy the emptiness in lack of words between them, and eventually disappear. Despite being immensely knowledgeable in psychology and his own mind's old and predictable tricks, Crane failed to bring himself out of the vicious cycle he had formed for himself, self-sabotaging into behaving like he would when he was fifteen. He felt like Sherry Squires stared back at him, and fear possessed him once again. Not for Y/N or for Sherry, but rather for himself and his lack of control. How much he worked for control and he still failed to get a strong hold of it vexed him profusely, and he wanted to scream like he didn't often.

When I finally have to give up the struggle, yield and make myself impure again I am more despicable than all the others who haven't ever had to fight.

That night, his consciousness tormented him like it hadn't before. Many times Jonathan was forced to stay awake by his own acutely afflictive self-awareness on his weaknesses and flaws, especially to push himself. Yet that particular night, he was anguished by his aching inability to pull himself back, and undo the already firmly sewed idea of Y/N that creeped its way into the most sacred corners of his mind, infecting him like a pest. He was haunted by the thought of her, and he dreaded that he couldn't bring himself to feel the impetuous desire to dismember and destroy her psyche, the desire to hurt her.

He had grown too comfortable in his own hate. Despite his emotional intelligence being enough for him to know that a mind static in a constant state of any emotion was bound to become weak in its other areas, like muscles shrink and decrease in strength, his desire to wander on other emotions and ignite long abandoned areas of his psyche was reduced to nearly none. He was terrified of Sherry Squires, yet that only provoked him to want her more, and he dreaded how he'd begun to feel the same way for Y/N. He despised that he was still capable to experience feelings he had long abandoned in the Jonathan Crane he had left behind years ago, as this often caused him to consequently think about other heinous characters in his developmental years, such as his grandmother.

He feared that he didn't understand her, and he feared that he was intrigued by her. His terror only coerced him to desire her more, and he complied like a dog to the most untamed areas of his mind. He felt that if he could have her, he'd finally decipher her and his terror would be put to rest, along with Sherry Squires, Granny and the terrors of little Jon.

#jonathan crane #scarecrow #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #batman #the batman #nolanverse batman #batman begins #bruce wayne #batman x reader #cillian murphy

[claudehenrion]

La “transition climatique” – suite “n + x” (pour le moment…).

C'était inévitable : ce sujet si grave avait été si mal abordé et si mal traité par nos Nuls-au-pouvoir’’ qu'il fallait qu'il refasse surface ! C'est assez souvent qu'il m'arrive de pester (les mots sont faibles !) devant l'incapacité chronique de nos dirigeants à “piger” le monde, les évolutions en cours, les grandes tendances porteuses d'avenir : il leur paraît plus facile de s'agenouiller devant ce qui n'est porteur que de rien, de mauvais, ou de pire. Par système, ils visent à côté de la cible et sont ensuite incapables de se remettre en cause, revoir leur copie, corriger leur tir…

Dans une levée de boucliers comme on n'en a jamais vu dans l'Histoire, tous les peuples de tous les pays dits “occidentaux” descendent dans les rues, par paysans interposés mais soutenus par des 80 et 90 % de chaque population. “Les petits, les obscurs, les sans grade” (cf. l'Aiglon) en ont vraiment marre que quelques pervers, sans culture et sans cœur mais beaucoup trop payés, élus par personne mais puissants à faire peur, les méprisent sans même se cacher et décident, contre la volonté de tous ou peu s'en faut, la suppression de notre Histoire, de nos Patries, de nos terroirs, de nos richesses… et de nos métiers, le tout au “profit” sans intérêt d'une soi-disant “mondialisation” dont personne ne veut… Finalement, leur projet-fou se réalise : trois ou quatre millions de paysans courageux l'ont faite, cette Europe dont ces malhonnêtes voulaient. Manque de bol pour eux, ils sont si odieux, si antipathiques, si stupides et si néfastes… que c'est contre eux, qu'elle s'est réalisée ! C'est une bonne nouvelle, et peut-être un premier pas vers notre salut !

Leur idéologie –c'est un cauchemar pour toute personne normale– vise une “refonte” du monde autour de quelques idées idiotes, assassines, mal ficelées et sans aucune raison d'être, tellement folles qu'il est permis de se demander si eux-mêmes croient vraiment à ce qu'ils éructent. Ils partent de la manipulation de données (parfois vraies, à l'origine, mais tordues à force d'être triturées) et font exclusivement dépendre un changement climatique indéniable en cours de la faute de l'homme blanc et de la civilisation occidentale (Et ils croient que ça leur donne l'air intelligent !). A partir de ce point de départ absurde, des génies de la falsification des données sont capables à démontrer n'importe quoi, (ils auraient pu choisir de démontrer exactement le contraire, ce qui aurait été bien plus proche de la vérité.... Manque de pot (pour eux), ils sont partis dans la mauvaise direction).

Et là… second facteur inexplicable : une majorité de chefs d'Etat, voyant sans doute dans cette lamentable prostitution une moisson potentielle de voix “à Gauche”, ont suivi cette pente de la facilité, et –comme ils l'avaient fait pour le covid– ils sont partis, bille en tête, sur les chemins de la folie abstraite, de la mise en esclavage de leurs semblables (en réalité si différents !) de la perte de leur honneur (et de nos libertés), vers une fausse écologie punitive qui ne peut déboucher sur rien… qu'à prétendre poursuivre des chimères terriblement coûteuses et destructrices de toute harmonie, qui apportent le chaos jusque dans les familles et condamnent la jeune génération à être malheureuse toute sa vie. Bravo, les mecs ! Et pour “cornaquer” cette fureur de passions stériles, il y a… la grande ombre du Berlaymont et les effrayants spectres cannibales de la grosse Commission soi-disant “européenne”, en réalité “tout, sauf européenne… ”.

Cette grossière erreur d'évaluation des conséquences (soi-disant terrifiantes) d'une affirmation indémontrable, ne peut que faire très mal : à partir du moment où l'Occident, maître-à-penser pluri-séculaire du monde, se met à “déconner” dans les grandes largeurs, l'envie de le suivre et de profiter de son sillage fond à vue d'oeil. Et d'autre part, les sommes “monstrueuses” ponctionnées sur la richesse des états pour l'Ukraine (perdues d'avance) et contre le CO² (faux problème), qui ne seront pas investis dans des projets sérieux, utiles et nécessaires, achèvent la perte de leadership de l'Occident… ce qui peut se lire comme pouvant, pour bientôt, ouvrir la porte à un effondrement prévisible de toute “civilisation” sur la Terre…

Année après année, les résultats tombent, dramatiquement (ou ridiculement) semblables à eux-mêmes, quels que soient les discours intermédiaires et les larmes de crocodile de Fabius : la production de CO² se fout de toutes nos mesures (sans aucun rapport intelligent avec la réalité) et de nos efforts pour mettre un ordre rationnel dans un processus où la rationalité n'est pas une mesure significative. Les pays qui font acte de présence aux “Cop” (ces grand messes sans raison autre que d'envoyer se goinfrer des dizaines de milliers de copains-profiteurs et de co-prébendiers –90 000 à Dubaï, récemment !) reconduisent les mêmes chiffres, ou peu s'en faut,, d'une année sur l'autre.

Quant à la France, son “plus jeune président jamais élu à ce poste” (NB : il paraît que ce serait bien, nonobstant l'expérience des 7 dernières années… et les prédictions, jamais contredites, de l'Ecclésiaste !), elle déverse “H 24” des “sommes dingues” –le mot est de lui !– qu'elle n'a pas, pour faire baisser encore plus un taux qui ne représente que “epsilon pour cent’’, de ce faux problème fort mal posé.

Les chiffres sont cruels : la participation française à la production de CO² atteint péniblement 0,9% de ce (faux) problème (Oui, oui… Vous avez bien lu : ’‘zéro virgule neuf pour cent”, autrement dit : l'équivalent à la barre en bas de l'addition du “problème” total). Et nos “Experts du 20 heures”, mélangeant tout, racontent que “80% des émissions mondiales de gaz à effet de serre associées à l'énergie proviendraient du CO² dégagé par la combustion d'énergies fossiles’’. Sur ce total, le ’'transport routier et urbain” (càd : “la bagnole”, au sens le plus large possible) contribue pour un tiers à notre pollution “nationale”. En supposant que toutes les mesures absurdes lancées marchent, on va donc, au mieux, diminuer le chiffre total de… un autre épsilon %, ou à peine plus. C'est payer très cher… pour rien.

“On emmerde donc les français” (dixit Macron), “H 24” et 365 jours par an, pour l'équivalent de quelques minutes de la consommation quotidienne chinoise. [NB : Et si on abandonne tout le secteur “automobile” au “profit” (?) d'une énergie électrique qui ne sera jamais (il faut lire :  JAMAIS) produite en quantités suffisantes, on fabrique une méga-panne mondiale. Ça, c'est une autre “arnaque du siècle” !). De toute manière, le sul fait que nous partions de de “0,9 %”, tous nos efforts ne seront jamais perceptibles, quoi qu'il se passe et que nous fassions. Certains (dont je fais partie…) qualifient cette attitude de masochiste. D'autres (dont je suis, aussi !) de complètement idiote.

Une autre interprétation de ces chiffres est : si la France tout entière était brusquement rayée de la carte (je ne sais pas, moi… un séisme géant qui l'engloutirait toute entière… ou une méga-bombe jetée par un Poutine excédé par les rodomontades et les “provocs” du petit coq gaulois), cette perte, certainement énorme pour nous, ne serait même pas ressentie, à l'échelle du CO² ! Et pendant ce temps là, d'autres pays –qui savent optimiser leurs temps et leurs ressources– utilisent les sommes “dingues” que nous jetons par les fenêtres… pour investir, pour rester au contact des mouvements du monde et pour préparer des lendemains non pollués par des théories périmées… “Ils ont tout faux”, disent parfois nos jeunes ! Et comme ils ont… juste !

H-Cl.

PS : Au moment où cet éditorial va être publié, une nouvelle éclate : l'EUROPE, ridiculisée, renonce peu à peu (pour ne pas perdre la face) à la mise en œuvre de toutes ses effroyables idées ! Dans une panique XXL, les “ZFE” interdites aux voitures, les assolements-jachères, les taxes pétrolières, le cadeau au Mercosur, l'urgence du “tout électrique” (Comble : le PDG de Hertz vient de se faire virer… pour avoir cru à cette “arnaque-du-siècle”)… et tant d'autres, sont supprimées, l'une après l'autre… On oublie tout… et c'est la preuve –s'il en fallait– que tout ce fatras n'avait rien à voir avec le climat… mais qu'on nous “emmerdait” par soumission aux idées fixes injustifiées du “Lobby écolo-punitif”. Entre ça et le covid… qu'est-ce qu'on a avalé, comme mensonges éhontés ! Un juste retour à la vérité devait bien arriver, un jour… On dirait qu'on s'en approche... et c'est une bonne nouvelle !

[bowandcurtsey]

Can I get a Mereoleona x f! Plus size reader. The reader is the vice captain of the black bulls.(with nacht gone)

She has a fat crush on Mereoleona and she gets drunk with the black bulls one night and it slips so they hold a mixer for her. Yami let’s it slip and you tell charlottes that yami has a crush on her and storm out. anything can happen after pls I would appreciate it very much. Would love a happy ending but you do whatever you’d like 💚

Very much appreciated-🐝

Hello lovely little bee!! <3 Thank you for this request, I'll try my best to do it! But I think it'll be short and sweet! Thank you for waiting and I'm sorry it took me so long to get to your request!! D:

Mereoleona Vermillion x f! reader ft. The black bulls & Charlotte Roselei

tw: unchecked work

You on your.. 8th glass of wine? You don't even remember. Your head was light, you were carefree and emotional at the same time, the bulls were all high with the amount of liquor they have just consumed.

"Come dance wit usssss~" Vanessa pulled at your hand.

"Nnnoooo. I'm tiredd." you let out a huff.

"Something bothering ya, vice captain?" Zora was sitting across the table, "you seem a little distracted."

"Ehhh? Tell us!" Asta came over upon hearing you were bothered by something. He was so loud that now everyone was staring at you.

"We're family aren't we?" Yami gave you a smirk, "maybe we could help."

"Sigh, what do you guys know about the matters of the heart?" you rolled your eyes at your rowdy members.

There was a sound gasp from them.

"I'm very sure you do not love that person more than I love my Marie." Gauche suddenly spoke up.

"I do, okay!" whether it was the alcohol that encouraged you, you had no idea, but what happened next was totally a slip of your tongue, "I love Mereo as much as you love Marie."

The gasp was heard again but it was louder this time and you realised what you just said.

"SISGOLEON?!" Yami shouted at the top of his lungs, "YOU LIKE THAT CRAZY WOMAN?!"

"She's not crazy!!" you defended her, "She's crazily attractive, cute, sexy..."

"Okay okay, we don't want to know the details vice capt." Zora cut your off.

"We can help!!" Charmy sounded determined, "We'll arrange a chance for you!!"

"We'll convince Mereoleona to come!" Vanessa chimed in.

-----

And that was how you ended up here, dressed nicely in front of your crush, hyperventilating because you're too nervous to even function properly.

"Whoa, the food here is good!" Mereo was stuffing food into her mouth.

"Why are we here again?" Charlotte questioned, she was also freaking out internally at being in the same space as Yami was.

"We've decided to celebrate international womens' day and show appreciation to all our female captains!" Vanessa explained eloquently, "We're all for girl power!"

"Eat up!!" Charmy's sheeps loaded more food on the table.

"Then why is this fella here?" Mereo signalled at Yami, who was enjoying his food.

"Oi. This is my base, of course I'm here duh." Yami raised a brow at her.

"But it's for the women! Can't you just buzz off or something for a day, are you very free?" Mereo started squabbling with your Captain.

"Eh, I'm always free for free food." Yami scoffed at her, continuing with his meal.

---

Hours into the dinner, Yami and Mereo were pretty high, they both duelled each other to alcohol challenges and went through barrels of beer.

"Is there more alcohol here?" Mereo waved her empty cup, "Do you have whisky? I want one that's 30 year old and above!"

"Oi oi, don't push it sisgoleon, that one's expensive." Yami squinted at her, it's only for special occasions."

"It is a special occasion today, aren't we here to celebrate girl power!" she exclaimed.

"We're here because y/n wants to tell you she likes you dammit." Yami blurted out.

"Y/n what?!" she said

"Y/n likes Mereo?" Charlotte repeated after Yami in shock.

Yami scratched the back of his head and grinned sheepishly at you. You wanted to kill your captain right then and there.

"Really?" Mereo questioned you herself, and you could feel the heat spreading from your head all the way to your toes.

"Y-yeah! Just like how Yami likes you Charlotte!" you blurted out and ran away from the dining hall.

"WHAT?" Yami exclaimed after you, before looking at charlotte who has gotten all red. The blue rose captain heard an explosion in her mind and she quickly stood up and ran as fast as she could out of the base, knocking down everything in her way.

"Huh. She hates me that much huh?" Yami scoffed, continuing his feast. That problem was for another day altogether.

"spit it out brats, what's the deal?" Mereo had everyone grabbed by the head with her fire paws.

"Ow ow ow!" Magna tried to get free, "y/n told us she liked you and we just wanted to help her!!"

"eh? but she ran away?" the lioness raised her brows at the bulls.

"I think she just didn't know how to react, mdm." Zora gave her an unimpressed look, "if your feelings are mutual then go after her."

"I-if you don't feel the same w-way t-tell her too!!" Grey managed to squeak. "I t-think she w-would want to k-know!"

"Her room's on the 2nd floor," Yami smirked at the Vermillion, already knowing her answer since her ki was different now.

"Stop smirking you idiot!" Mereo let everyone down and went up the stairs.

-----

"eh, y/n." Mereo knocked on your door, "can I come in?"

You were still dying from your embarrassment but the thought of Mereo being in your room made you really happy. Since it was already this bad, it couldn't get any worst right?

"o-ok."

She walked in and closed the door behind her, you pursed your lips when your eyes both met. Both your cheeks wore a tinge of pink on them.

Mereo cleared her throat, "erm.. could you explain what's going on? Because the bulls made me very confused earlier on." she lied. She already knew what was going on she just wanted to hear it from your properly.

You took in a deep breathe and exhaled. It was now or never, "I let it slip one day that I... like you. And they wanted to help me to set up a chance for me to confess to you."

You hugged your knees closer to your chest while searching into her blue eyes for a fraction of an answer.

"Well, coincidentally I feel the same for you as well." she chuckled at little, looking at you with steady and confident eyes.

You blinked. Your lips parted but the room was still in silence.

"You okay y/n?" she raised a brow at you.

"I just.. didn't expect this." you managed to squeak out, your heart ramming against your ribcage, about to suffocate your lungs with its rampage.

"What's there not to like about you?" she shrugged nonchalantly, "you're smart and funny, you dress so well that you always show off your sexy curves and you're good at fighting.."

She paused as she looked at you, "what do you like about me anyway? I'm rowdy and rough on the edges."

"You're so charming and sexy too! You're actually kind and soft on the inside and you care about everyone even though you don't seem like it." you started blabbering on.

"so..." she gave you a smirk, "I guess we should go out, we're both so great, we'd make a perfect couple, huh?"

You giggled and nodded, you couldn't contain your happiness as you grinned from ear to ear. "yes we would!"

-end-

#mereoleona x reader #mereoleona vermillion x reader #black clover mereoleona #mereoleona vermillion #mereoleona vermillion hcs #black clover headcanons #black clover imagine #black clover x reader #black clover scenarios #black clover fanfiction #black clover imagines #black clover x you #black clover x y/n

[mitsuki-komori]

Black Clover Requests (And Rules)

Hello people. I have come to tell you that I am taking writing requests for on here or AO3. My account name on AO3 is MitsukiKomoriX191. I will only write about Black Clover. For people new who aren’t sure how to do it, just go to my account and press the ‘Request Anything’ button, then type your request.

Requests are: Open

I check tumblr daily and if I close requests I’ll update this post. I do not write on Thursdays.

So, I will be writing about:

Angst (It can be as sad and depressing as you want it.)

Fluff (I love sibling fluff and romance fluff the most.)

Headcanons

Yanderes (With a happy ending if that’s even possible)

Basically anything else that isn’t listed below

I will not write about:

Y/N, (Name), Reader. Yeah, no self inserts

Smut. It’s just that even if I tried to write it I would chicken out

Omegaverse

Rape

NO INCEST

I consider OC’s to be the same thing as Y/N

No words that end with ‘philia’

I’m not making any likable characters homophobic or creepy

Characters I will write best about:

Luck Voltia

Magna Swing

Leopold Vermillion

Mimosa Vermillion

Noelle Silva

Finral Roulacase

Langris Vaude

Mereoleona Vermillion

Marie Adlai

Fuegoleon Vermillion

Gauche Adlai

Kirsch Vermillion

Characters I will not write about:

Nacht Faust

Jack the Ripper

William Vengeance

Julius Novachrono

Grey

Charmy Pappitson

Vanica

Dante

Zenon

Gadjah

Lolopechka

Mars

Fana

Relationships I’ll write about (X means romantic, & means not romantic):

Magna x Luck

Leopold & Fuegoleon

Leopold & Mereoleona

Asta x Leopold

Langris x Yuno

Yuno x Leopold Langris & Finral

Yami & Finral

Mimosa & Kirsch

Noelle x Kahono

Noelle & Mereoleona

Mimosa & Leopold

Mimosa & Noelle

Marie & Gauche

Nozel & Noelle

Nebra & Noelle

Solid & Noelle

Yuno x Mimosa

Asta x Noelle

Noelle x Secre

Leopold & Secre

Leopold x Secre (Yeah, I don’t know. There’s just something about them. I think they would have a great relationship if they interacted more.)

Family Fluff

You are not limited to just those characters and ships, those are just the ones I thought of. I’ll add more as I get more requests. Also, it’d be useful if you had something specific in mind for me to write about. If you just write a character’s name or a ship, I’ll still do it, but specifics would definitely be useful. However, I won’t get mad at you if you don’t leave specifics, so there’s no need to think I’ll be annoyed or anything. 

That’s about all I have for now. Have a good day

#Black Clover #anime #fanfiction #requests #ao3 #I work for free #Leopold Vermillion #Mimosa Vermillion #Noelle Silva #Mereoleona Vermillion #Langris Vaude #Magna Swing #Luck Voltia #Finral Roulacase

[bobaswritingblog]

Sneak Peak from a story I am Working On (Spoiler Alert)

These excerpts are from a Doctor Strange x Female!Reader Imagine I am working on for a request I got. So this might be a little spoiler.

I also wanted to warn you that this excerpt includes sensitive themes regarding mental health. Please read with your own caution if you chose to.

For context, the story is about Y/N struggling with something that happened at her place of work, which triggered her anxiety and insecurities. But Stephen, her boyfriend (of course lol), notices this and is willing to do anything to make her day better.

In this story, I am experimenting with a literary technique called pathetic fallacy and emotive language, which is when emotions are connected to the weather or nature as a way of describing it. It is one of my most favorite techniques to use in creative writing.

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It was one of those days.

Your cheeks were wet and sticky. And your chest felt so heavy like there were rocks in your lungs, filling you with a heaviness that had you constantly breathless. And the memories within your head replaying all over again nourished them. It was like a merciless cycle of life, and just like everything else in nature, you had no way of stopping them.

It didn't help that Stephen wasn't here either. The sanctum was quiet, the silence was loud and ringing, and it only made your racing heart even louder. Even if you weren't the best at hiding your emotions from him, you still wished for the feeling that only his presence can give. It could be him in the library, the kitchen, or any other room within this building that carries a long distance between the both of you. But he was still there, reading, talking, eating...

And to think that when he does come home soon, he would be off to Kamar-Taj in the blink of an eye just felt like salt to your wound.

After an hour of holding your body in a sitting position, you heard a soft pat against the window, followed by another, and another, till thousands of them fell down at the same time against the misty glass and pavement outside.

The mere sound of it made your heart quicken. It was almost like you had subconsciously made a supernatural connection with the sky. It began to mirror your inner thoughts, and the exact emotions you felt within you. Grey, dim, brutal, and a chaos that was calm at the same time. Your head was filled with unwanted thoughts, like the grey clouds covering the sky, and your heart was beating in the same rhythm as the rain colliding to the floor, fast and merciless.

However, when a bright flash lighted outside, followed by its inevitable boom, your whole body shook. It was almost like you were the one struck. Your heart drummed even harder against your chest, and tears began to pinch your eyes.

Taking a deep, lung-filling breath, you laid back down on the bed, the soft comforter holding you like a fluffy cloud. You wished it would engulf you whole, swallow you into its warmth and away from this world. But it can't happen, no matter how much magic filled these walls.

You closed your eyes and imagined it instead, the soft fabric inching up your skin, its cotton surface slowly taking over your body. But then, it all shrinks back when his voice came through.

•••

When all his wounds were enclosed with carefully placed pieces of gauche and bandaids, you found yourself in a situation you didn't imagine to happen. The fireplace right in front of his four-poster was alive; a bright orange fire dancing and crackling in a serene rhythm, casting its flickering warm light on you and the sorcerer himself.

His hair was semi-wet, and he had replaced his midnight blue tunic with a grey T-shirt and sweatpants. As you sat beside him, covered in nothing but shorts and his light-blue Columbia hoodie, you hugged your knees to your chest and simply admired him. He was no longer Doctor Strange, the stoic Sorcerer Supreme and world amous superhero with an aura as proud as a lion. He was simply Stephen Strange, the man you loved.

He had his Microsoft laptop open on his lap, eyes scanning over the selections on Netflix. He never liked Netflix. There was no memory that involve the both of you watching a movie that wasn't in a theatre. You did prefer that over having technology slowly replace something that feels more cinematic, though. But right now, with dagger like shards falling from the sky outside, leaving the both of you to the confines of the sanctum, you felt nothing but excitement tickling you internally.

For once, the rain still pattering on outside is slowly starting to sound peaceful. You felt like you can go out and let it pour down all over you, drench you with its breathtaking coldness, and laugh and scream into the grey blanket of clouds covering the sun from shining. So what if it illuminated with lightning and grumbled back?

"How does *movie name* sound? Or maybe *another movie name*?"

"Anything sounds good, to be honest." you shrugged. "*movie name* does sound better than the other though."

"I agree." he pressed his smiling lips together, before tapping on it.

"Can't believe I am actually about to watch a romantic movie with you, Mr. always-too-grumpy-to-be-romantic." you joked before shifting yourself nearer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and laying your head on his shoulder. "Tony called you that one time, by the way."

"It's doctor." he winked. "and if you tell Tony about this, I won't watch Netflix with you ever again."

"Oh c'mon," you rolled your eyes playfully "Both you men like to pretend you don't have a romantic side. I've seen how Tony is with Pepper." you chuckled, feeling that heaviness in your chest slowly deflating with it.

"Well, when it comes to the one, we are willing to do anything for them." he replied. The sorcerer once again had your face growing hot with blood, and the way he looked at you as he said those words just made it all the more worse. You had a feeling that if he keeps this up, your face might actually melt.

When the movie began, you felt giddy; it was that same feeling felt when its the first date, both are nervous yet eager to be together. It was a shaking, shivering pleasure in your chest. Butterflies in your stomach as everyone says as you inch your body closer and closer to him till your side was pressing to his, and he - without removing his gaze from the screen, but with a soft smile - wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

For once, the grumbles of the sky and dense tapping against the window, toned down into white noise, blending into the silence.

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La Polémique « Africa Power »

La une du quotidien sportif espagnol Marca, lundi, a indigné de nombreux Européens. Pourtant, en Afrique, c'est tout à fait l'inverse. Un sentiment de fierté prédomine en voyant le continent être le principal pourvoyeur de talents du plus grand club du monde. Fiers de leurs origines Le journal Espagnol a mis en exergue les racines africaines de plusieurs joueurs du Real."Ils se vantent d'avoir des racines africaines bien qu'ils aient grandi loin du continent. Ils renforcent une voie qui a été ouverte avec Eto'o, Geremi, Zidane, Makelele ou Diarra". Ce sont les grandes lignes de l'article qui a fait l'objet d'une polémique. C'est un fait qu'Aurélien Tchouaméni (parents d'origine camerounaise), Karim Benzema (Algérie), Ferland Mendy (père sénégalais, mère guinéenne) sont nés en France. Eduardo Camavinga, bien que né à Cabinda, a grandi en France. Antonio Rüdiger (Sierra-Léonais par sa mère) est né en Allemagne. Enfin, David Alaba (Nigérian par son père, Philippin par sa mère) est né en Autriche. Chacun d'entre eux a eu l'occasion, bien avant ce journal, d'exprimer son attachement au pays de leurs parents. Ferland Mendy, par exemple, est le cousin d'Edouard Mendy, champion d'Afrique avec le Sénégal. Il est adulé partout au Sénégal pour sa victoire en Ligue des champions 2021. Le gardien de Chelsea est lui-même né en France. En quoi le latéral gauche des Bleus serait-il moins africain qu'un autre membre de sa famille ? Eduardo Camavinga, facteur X de l'incroyable épopée madrilène de cette année, est né en Angola. Sa famille s'est retrouvée dans le pays après avoir fui la RDC. Il est parti en France à l'âge de deux ans, mais n'a obtenu la nationalité française qu'à l'âge de 17 ans. Lire aussi : Real Madrid : Le destin incroyable de Camavinga Envers et contre tous Le coéquipier de Camavinga, Karim Benzema, candidat n°1 au Ballon d'Or cette année, n'a jamais caché son amour pour l'Algérie. C'est le pays de ses parents. Il a déclaré "c'est aussi mon pays" dans une interview il y a quelques années. Cela lui avait d'ailleurs valu une forte polémique en France. Comme si son statut d'international français devait le conduire à renier ses origines. Lors du dernier rassemblement de l'équipe de France, la dernière recrue madrilène, Aurélien Tchouameni, a été sans ambiguïté en conférence de presse. "Oui, bien sûr que je supportais les Lions indomptables pendant la Coupe d'Afrique des Nations. Cela fait aussi partie de moi, car mes deux parents sont d'origine camerounaise. J'ai moi-même eu l'occasion d'aller au Cameroun pas mal de fois, j'y étais encore l'hiver dernier." Quant à Antonio Rüdiger, sa première réaction après avoir remporté la Ligue des champions avec Chelsea il y a un an a été de saisir le drapeau de la Sierra Leone. Son dernier voyage "au pays" avait soulevé les foules. Ce fut aussi le cas pour le passage remarqué la semaine dernière du champion du monde français Paul Pogba en Guinée. Le chef du village d'origine de son père a déclaré : "Pela est le village natal du père de Paul Pogba, donc c'est le village natal de Paul Pogba, c'est le village de ses ancêtres. C'est pour cela que nous avons fait ce voyage. Les gens de Pela sont là pour recevoir leur fils. Parce que quand votre fils est une star interplanétaire, vous devez être de sa personne, c'est pour ça que nous sommes là." Lire aussi : Les meilleurs recrues de la saison en Liga Un "South America Power" n'aurait choqué personne La principale critique de la Une de Marca concerne la carte de l'Afrique en arrière-plan. Celle-ci ne méritait pas des symboles aussi inutiles que des clichés, entre zèbres, girafes et acacias. Le seul point qui peut s'accorder avec le "racisme décomplexé" exprimé dans de nombreux médias français lundi. Mais peut-on trouver "scandaleux" de considérer que le Real aurait une nouvelle politique de recrutement ? Personne ne s'offusque quand on rappelle que tel ou tel club a construit son succès sur son réseau sud-américain. Ce fut le cas de Lyon dans les années 2000 avec sa colonie brésilienne ou le récent PSG avec sa horde d'hispanophones par exemple. Wahani Sambou Johnson, spécialiste du football pour Africanews, se dit "pas du tout choqué. Si on jugeait leurs performances uniquement sur leur couleur de peau, ce serait un problème. "Aujourd'hui, c'est juste sans précédent de voir autant d'Africains au Real et c'est une marque d'ouverture. Les barrières semblent tomber pour laisser place à une nouvelle ère, réjouissons-nous", a souligné Sambo. Parfois, le débat sur les origines se déplace aussi vers l'Afrique, notamment sur la question des binationaux. On voit régulièrement des supporters congolais, camerounais, guinéens et autres discuter du bien-fondé de faire venir des joueurs français, belges ou espagnols au détriment des joueurs nés dans le pays. Comme souvent, la question se règle sur le terrain. Aliou Cissé a été très critiqué par ses supporters pour être allé chercher une vingtaine d'"Européens" pour remplir la tanière des Lions. Personne n'a pensé à reprocher à Kalidou Koulibaly de soulever la première CAN du pays. Lui qui est originaire de Saint-Dié-des-Vosges, une obscure ville de la France profonde. Lire aussi : Tchouaméni devient la priorité du Real Madrid ! De grands joueurs africains ont brillé au Real par le passé Joel Kouam, correspondant au Cameroun pour Africanews, rappelle que le meilleur joueur actuel des Lions n'est autre que Karl Toko Ekambi. Né à Paris, il est adulé dans tout le pays. "Ici au Cameroun, nous sommes fiers de voir Tchouameni recruté à prix d'or par le Real Madrid. C'est une fierté de voir le plus grand club du monde s'africaniser", ajoute-t-il. Il y a encore quelques années, à l'exception d'Eusebio dans les années 1970, Samuel Eto'o Fils était devenu le premier joueur de couleur depuis longtemps à porter l'uniforme mythique de Madrid. Formé par la Maison Blanche, il n'y a jamais vraiment eu sa chance avant d'être envoyé chez le rival Barcelone. En 2015, l'influent agent de joueurs Santos Marquez, ancien conseiller du Camerounais, mais aussi de Claude Makelele (international français, mais né à Kinshasa), avait dénoncé l'attitude du président du Real Madrid, Florentino Perez, envers les joueurs noirs : "Il n'est pas raciste, mais il ne les aime pas. Je me suis battu avec lui sur le cas Eto'o. Il est parti à cause de la couleur de sa peau." Mais depuis, les stars africaines se sont succédé chez les Merengues. Le règne de Makelele a ouvert la voie à de nombreux milieux de terrain travailleurs. On y a vu le Camerounais Geremi Njitap, le Ghanéen Michael Essien, le Franco-Malien Lassana Diarra ou le Malien Mahamadou Djilla Diarra briller au milieu. Comment oublier le Kabyle Zinedine Zidane, qui est devenu un mythe au Bernabeu, sur ou en dehors du terrain. Comme l'international capverdien Valdo Lopes Rocha, le Marocain Achraf Hakimi, originaire de la capitale espagnole, a lancé sa carrière au Real. Le premier est né à Pampelune, tandis que le second brille aujourd'hui au PSG après avoir lancé sa carrière à Dortmund puis à Milan en raison de la trop grande concurrence en défense. Lire aussi : Ballon d'Or 2022 : Karim Benzema grand favori, Lionel Messi et Cristiano Ronaldo manqueront le podium, selon les prédictions ! Read the full article

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𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 (Black clover)

(I apologize in advance for the mistakes, it's just that English is not my language)

Black Bulls:

Asta:

• You love visiting children from the church in Haige Village.

• He is always ready to protect and cover your back.

• You are ready to eat potatoes for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

• When you started dating, he bragged to you Magna, Finral and Gauche.

• He often competes with Charmy who will eat more, after which you scold him (his stomach begins to ache, and he complains to you).

• Always asks you to marry him.  But, you refuse, because you think it's too early.

• Asta is a little dumb, so you and Nero ask Asta to turn on her brains at least on assignments.

• When Asta starts showing off to everyone, his muscles.  He gets hit over the head by you and Noelle.

• You enjoy outdoor activities.  For example: a hike or outdoor picnic.

• Once when you were on a mission (at the beach).  Noelle accidentally launched a water balloon at Asta.  After that moment, you, Magna and Luck, could not calm down (constantly laughing).

• You have a company to hang out with (Asta, Y/n, Noelle, Magna and Luck. Sometimes Finral will join you).

Luck Voltia:

• You train together.

• He loves to see you happy, so sometimes he succumbs to you (or does not fight at full strength).

• He is constantly showing off in front of Magna, so he asks Y /n and to calm Lakka down.

• Owner, so don't be surprised if he kisses or hugs you in public.

• If he finds out that someone offended you, write lost.

• Often gives you gifts or snacks.

• On any mission will protect you at any cost.

• Luck has already buzzed all over Magne's ears, what a beautiful, sweet and intelligent girl you are.

• He told you a lot about his childhood and about his mother.

• You are trying to teach him to show other emotions besides joy.  After all, he smiles in any situation.

• Only next to you can you remain yourself.

• You were always sad to hear his stories about the past.

• He can scare you at any time or sneak up on you from behind.

  Magna Swing:

• Pretends to be a tough guy in front of you so that you think he's cool.

• With you, he can walk with his hair down and without glasses.

• His favorite phrase is 《This is not manly》.

• This guy is really just fire.

• When he and Luck have a fight again, you slap them on the head.

• And when Lakk mocks him, you either yell at both, or you calm Magna so that he doesn't kill Lakk.

• When you are affectionate towards him, he begins to blush and deny the fact that he likes it (although he likes it).

• Thinks you are the best girl that can be.

• He admires Captain Yami, so he tries to be like him in everything.

• Often compliments you.

• Although he looks like a bully, he is just a bunny.

  Final Roulacase:

• You always support him and are proud of him.

• You don't think he's just a transport of bulls.  You say that he is an important part of the black bulls (after these words he almost burst into tears).

• He always believed that his younger brother was much better than him.  Although, you think the opposite is true.

• You spend time together often, even on weekends.

• He loves to frame girls, which then gets offended by the girl from you on the head.

• When you have a fight, he is the first to apologize.  misses you.

• Together we held a festival of stars.

• He doesn't care your age, he will always love you.

• Always compliments you, sometimes even gives you a ride.

• Go on assignments together.  You go with him so that he does not fall in love with anyone, and he so that you do not suffer and do not make mistakes.

• He likes to see you surprised, so he experiments with his appearance to impress you.

Gordon Agrippa:

• Gordon is especially silent.  But, with you, he is ready to chat for hours.

• He is afraid to use his magic in your presence.

• He loves to please you, so he often gives you dolls that he makes himself.

• Maybe he doesn't show his emotions to everyone.  But, he tells you what he feels inside.

• He sometimes asks you to paint on his face.

• You even once asked him to wear something light, but he lacked determination.

• You know his entire family.

• I used to call you his good friend, and now he calls you his girlfriend.

• As I said, his hobby is making dolls, so you go to the capital on weekends to buy materials for them.

• Gordon knows how to smile, but so everyone is afraid of him, so you learn to smile.

• He likes stroking him on the head.

• Lately, you have noticed that Gordon has begun to communicate better with Goshu.

Gauche Adlai:

• At first, you did not really get along, constantly swearing and so on.

• But one day Gordon came up to you and said that Gosh likes not only Marie, but you too.

• Guess who reunited you?  Right!  His little sister Marie.

• At first he denied that he liked you and he said that it was all for Marie.  But, in the end, his heart melted.

• He is very caring and constantly tells you something like: - Put on warm clothes, you will get sick.  It's not that I'm worried about you, it's just that Marie won't have anyone to play with.

• On weekends, you go to visit Marie, you have become good friends with her.

• In your presence, his desire to kill Asta diminishes.

Yami Sukehiro:

• In your presence, he behaves calmly, which even Astu does not throw (Asta is very grateful to you for this).

• Calls you small or young.

• Sometimes he likes to annoy or tease you a little.

• All the bulls were happy for you when he announced that you were his girlfriend.

• If anyone other than bulls (especially a guy) comes even a step up to you, Yami will start to intimidate him or even rip his head off.

• Instills in you a love of cruelty.

• Doesn't send you on dangerous missions.

• If he is entrusted with any task, he will automatically take you with him.

• Can give you his blade, so to speak play (thinks that you are still a small child).

Henry Legolad:

• Henry always asks you to stop communicating with him, because  he can steal your mana.

• You often read books to him before bed.

• He is rather fragile (due to his illness), so he often sleeps, and you lie down next to him and hug him.

• He allows you to collect his hair however you want.  He even likes it.

• You somehow don't care about his illness, because you like spending time with him.

• At night, when everyone is asleep, you come to his room and you chat.

• He has said more than once that you should find someone else to be happy.  But, Y / n says that only Henry makes you happy.

• Always ready to help you, wherever you are

  Zora Ideale:

• At first he mocked you ... Well ... You thought so, but then he began to behave more restrained towards you.

• I told you a lot about my childhood and father.

• Sometimes he can call you a fool or stupid.

• Maybe he looks strong, angry and cruel.  But, love is simply not enough for him.

• You spend quite a lot of time together.

• When you kiss or hug him, he doesn't show that he likes it.

• Only you saw Zora with her hair down and without bondana.

• Likes to make fun of you.  But he knows when to stop.

#black clover x reader #black clover x y/n #black clover x you #zora ideale x reader #magna swing x reader #asta x reader #yami sukehiro x reader #luck voltia x reader #henry legolant x reader #gordon agrippa x reader #gauche adlai x reader #finral roulacase x reader #black bulls x reader

[minruko]

Thank you very much for doing my request, I love the hcs, especially with Rhya, always love more content for him. If I may can I get more hcs of Rhya, Finral, Gauche, this time with their black child?

this is so cute stop

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f.roulacase

he would love that child so much you have no idea

hes the type of father to be like “hey look at my baby!” and when they try and reach for them he’s like “i said look not touch.”

he’s always helping with his child’s hair, if he has a baby girl you can bet he’s doing her little afro puff every morning

i honestly do feel like he would want a babygirl he just wants to pamper her

he would most definitely be a little bit of a hover parent, so of his child is about to fall off something he’s rushing to make a portal so they could fall into his arms

the only black bull he would trust to babysit is Vanessa assuming that he has a child now everyone should be older and i feel like she would grow out her drinking wine constantly phase

he would buy those little baby bonnets cause he spotted it at the store and he thought it was the cutest thing he’s ever seen

if your baby has thick hair he would love doing it, even though it may be hard to get them to sit still cause of their energy

ryha

when you had the child he was like “well look at that one positive and a negative do make a positive” he was joking ofc but you would have murdered him

he just sticks to putting your child’s hair in those little puffs or one big bun if it’s a girl, if it’s a boy he just lets his hair grow out

you will never not come home to ryha passed out and sleeping with y’all’s baby sleeping on his chest

totally shows off to fana and vetto “look at my child.” he knows his child is adorable he’s just trynna make it known

he would put your child in those comfy onesies so when they sleep they sleep like there’s no tomorrow and you’re like “that’s your child” for better or for worse

g.adali

bold of you to assume you could hold his child, it’s a strict don’t look don’t touch thing

but either way he pampers the living hell outta his child, you worry if that’s gonna make em spoiled

but he would buy them anything needed for their hair, he would love doing it too

his babygirl would have the cutest hair ties, and if he had a boy his hair cut could be clean

and they would have the best hair products he can get, he will accept nothing but the best for his child

marie babysits all the time and whenever he as to leave the house he kisses his kid on both cheeks

he would be unbelievably soft with his kids, if you told any of the black bulls they would not believe you they would have to see it for themselves

#finral roulacase x reader #finral x reader #ryha x reader #gauche adlai x reader #gauche x reader #black clover x reader #black clover x black reader #black clover x poc!reader #black clover fluff #black clover headcanons #finral x you #finral roulacase x you #ryha x you #gauche x you #gauche adlai x you #black clover x you #black clover x y/n #mini.writes