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kaveehs · 10 months

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Not So Secret — Gojo Satoru

gn!reader, wc 0.8k, fluff, established relationship, high school au, jealous!gojo cuz he’s silly

synopsis: Gojo was not a “jealous” guy, but he also wasn’t the best at keeping your relationship a secret.

a/n: JJK 2 IS HERE SO I HAD TO WRITE MY SILLY <333

In his own eyes, Gojo was not the jealous type.

He hated the title more than anything. Although it without a doubt summed up the tight feeling he would get in his chest when other guys approached you, or the ever growing need he felt to tell the world you were his, he would never call himself jealous.

In part, he blamed his feelings on the fact your relationship with him was a secret. After all, that bit was your idea, but he can’t put you at fault for the reasoning. You wished to keep your relationship with him a secret because of how different you both were.

You were a quiet, straight laced student— you always kept to yourself despite being at the top of your class. He was the exact opposite, infamously known as a troublemaker around school, as well as being dubbed as some kind of “player” by your classmates. You knew the types of comments people would say about your relationship if it were to ever go public.

Gojo understood this completely, but there was just one small factor you overlooked— you were incredibly pretty. You were beautiful and he wasn’t the only one who recognized it. He wasn’t the only one to be intrigued by your personality. Gojo told himself that he was ok with this fact, and he wasn’t insecure either— far from it. His heart always knew in the end, you would choose him over the people that would try to pursue you with romantic interest.

When he saw one of your classmates attempting to drop subtle hints to you today, he couldn’t help but feel something had to change. He knew you would probably make some cute excuse as to why you can’t take the guy’s number, or how you’re focused on your studies rather than relationships, and how you would wonder if they would be convinced or still persist, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he let out a sigh of synthetic relief as he snaked his arms around you from behind. He already knew where you would be— seeing as you texted him which classroom you were in and to come find you later. You were shocked by his actions, smiling meekly at your classmate who was also in dismay.

“Satoru, hi,” you muttered quietly, but Gojo was able to sense the annoyance in your tone. He laughed cheekily, squeezing you harder, fully knowing you would probably kill him for this later. “I thought I told you to come find me later,” you spoke with your jaw fully clenched.

“No could do. Missed you too much,” he sighed dramatically, rocking you back and forth. You could tell your classmate wanted to say something, but bit his tongue and kept quiet.

“Excuse us for a minute,” you said sweetly but apologetically as you dragged Satoru out of the classroom and to an empty one. He could practically see an aura of fire radiating off your body as you let go of his arm and shut the door.

“What was that about?” You crossed your arms, glaring straight at Satoru who’d made himself comfortable on one of the desks.

“What was what about?” He nonchalantly replied to your question. Him pretending to be oblivious set you off even more.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re a horrible actor Satoru,” you marched over to his desk. “What happened to keeping us a secret?”

“Oh, so that’s what you mean,” he nodded in understanding as he sat up. “It’s really hard to do that,” Satoru shrugged, patting the empty space next to him for you to sit. Although annoyed, you complied, arms still crossed and all.

“I know I promised to keep us a secret,” he admitted. “But I can’t stand the thought of someone else trying to flirt with you.”

“So you’re jealous.”

“No, not jealous,” he scoffed, looking at your usual smile slowly creeping back to your lips. “I just think we shouldn’t care about what others think about us.”

“I know,” you relaxed a bit too as you felt Satoru lean his head on your shoulder. “I guess I’m kinda scared.”

He let out a small chuckle, taking your own hand into his. He understood your fears all too well, and wanted nothing more than for you to be confident.

“You don’t have to be,” he shook his head softly against you, interlocking your hands together. “No one’s words can make me think less of you.”

“You don’t have to be jealous either,” you affirmed, sarcasm heavy in your tone. He pouted, pretending to be dramatically hurt by your comment.

“I don’t get jealous,” he clicked his tongue, as if he was correcting you. “But you know, you get really angry. Even though you’re subtle about it, you have such a cute angry face.” He knew exactly how to bring light into your mood, attempting to recreate your so-called ‘angry face’.

“I really can’t stand you,” you exaggerated as you leaned into him, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb. “You really are the jealous type, Satoru.”

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nixthelapin · 23 days

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I think the writers totally missed out on using Alya and Lila as foils for both being foxes, but using the power of illusion and misdirection in very different ways.

Lila: using emotions and threats to set a trap for LB (and CN, but she’s got that personal grudge)

Vs. Alya: using her intelligence/cunning to get out of a trap (and get LB out too)

And just in general being very different people:

Lila’s entire character is that she’s a liar who will do anything to avoid the truth, while Alya is the investigative reporter who uncovers truth.

Lila as someone who hates and is out to get both Marinette and LB vs. Alya who loves and supports both

I just think they could’ve done a lot more with this, especially since they made both girls a fox character, specifically surrounding the Fox Miraculous (I know Lila never had the real one, but she did pretend to for her akumatization)- that’s not nothing!

But nah, instead Alya just becomes brain dead around Lila, believes all her lies without question (no matter how stupid or nonsensical), and doubts everything her best friend tells her when it comes to said lies. Wasted potential.

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floor10ghost · 6 months

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Slay the Princess and Identity

Note that I've only obtained one of the endings (and I mean proper credit roll endings) and according to the achievement I got it was not the good ending, as good as it felt.

In any case, major spoilers ahead.

Through all of the choices you are given in the game there is one important one that you aren't, one that ties you inextricably to the princess. The princess never for a moment gets to choose who she is - you're told that she'll destroy the world, and thus she is moulded into that. Everything about her from the moment you lay eyes on her is decided by *you*. Demon, goddess, damsel - she never chooses for herself.

And you are a hero. This is a label you cannot reject for a moment. And more come along - depending on the actions you take you're given the voice of a contrarian, a skeptic, a stubborn bastard - but these are voices you can't reject. Not until this cycle ends. Your slate is only wiped clean when hers is.

The end of the game has another label forced on you both - god. Another reality handed to you that you have no say in.

My ending had me sitting with the princess as I took her hand and led her away from godhood, as it was something neither of us wanted.

The voice of the hero said goodbye and let us go, an identity I didn't share shed from my back

And I took her hand and we left to be ourselves on our own terms.

That's one of the major themes I picked up from the game, we're moulded by the labels that are forced onto us, as with every iteration of the princess - but these can be rejected. The kindest reality is one where you decide who you are.

#slay the princess #slay the princess spoilers #rena writes #50 #100

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miraculousfanworks · 10 months

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Fanfiction Prompt

pre-season four, rena rouge decides to get a costume change and asks marinette for help in designing her new look. marinette agrees and builds a pretty snazzy new look for her, and she manages to incorporate it into his transformation. when cat noir sees the new look he goes "oh sweet, rena, how'd you get that new costume?" and she tells him it was marinette's doing, not wanting to reveal ladybug - so the day after, cat noir arrives at marinette's house and asks her for a redesign of his own. she complies, and his new look soon becomes the talk of the whole city. and naturally, all the other heroes also want a redesign. as the redesigns proliferate, word comes out that marinette is behind it all. hawk moth sees all this going on and wonders if maybe he should get a redesign. but even though he tries multiple times to change it into something cool and menacing, he comes up short every time. so he decides to also pay this young girl from his son's class a visit. after all, the redesigns she's done are all excellent. he can trust her with this.

Prompt by linerle

#miraculous fanworks #miraculous ladybug #ml #miraculous #mlb #writing prompt #prompt #miraculous prompt #ml prompt #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #ladybug #alya cesaire #rena rouge #chat noir #cat noir #gabriel agreste #hawkmoth #crack

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lara-prism-light · 9 months

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Redesign(and rewrite) of Alya and Rena Rouge for my Miraculous rewrite.

The original design was too generic for me and didn't look like a girl who has a blog. I know a Ladybug themed t-shirt that she would start wearing after the heroes' popularity kicked in, She wears a plaid jacket, jeans and boots. I chose this style because I thought it suited her a lot, and yes, I made her hair curlier, and a thousand apologies if it turned out bad, I'm still trying to learn how to draw curly hair TwT

As you can see I also moved the mole a little above her eyebrow, the original position would be covered with her hair. And yes, I decided to dye her hair orange at the ends, I don't know, I thought it would look cool, let me know what you think.

Alya is still Marinette's classmate, and in the beginning she has a very empty blog with very few followers (who would be her closest friends) but before the Ladyblog she would talk about heroes about heroes from other countries, since at the moment Paris would not have heroes yet. She takes a liking to Marinette after helping and defending her from Chloe and showing off the rest of the school (in this rewrite Marinette is a new student at the school as well as Adrian).

She and Nino are very close and she likes superheroes a lot and wants to be a journalist when she grows up. As soon as Ladybug and Chat Noir arrive, she begins to document everything about them, to the point of becoming an obsession of hers that ends up consuming part of her life. Her family and friends, especially Marinette would try to bring her back to reality but she would be trapped in her obsession of discovering who her beloved heroes were.

That was the perfect motivation for Hawkmoth to send an akuma to her, turning her into lady wi-fi, which would go after the heroes looking for their dear answers. She would be defeated and Ladybug would explain how important their identities were, which Alya, after learning that her best friend Marinette was very dejected by her selfish actions, realizes how wrong she was, almost giving up on her dream but being motivated by ladybug to keep dreaming, and that one day she would be an amazing journalist.

Even more inspired by Ladybug, and even more affected by her amortization, Alya begins to change her investigation focus, she no longer wanted to know the identity of the heroes, but that of the villain. She would start balancing her normal life with her little investigations into where the villains came from and who was behind them, and seeing her family, friends and boyfriend being akumatized, She grew to hate Hawkmoth, and wanting to bring justice to those he hurt and manipulated. This attracted the attention of the curious and treacherous Trixx, who felt curious about the number of times he saw her close to danger looking for clues, but he could also feel a desire for justice coming from Her. And then one night, during an akuma attack, she got tired of being useless and tried to help, even though she knew it would be dangerous, but was told to stay out by Ladybug and Chat Noir. Trixx appeared to her and gave her the Miraculous of Illusion, so that she could help her idols and protect her beloved city as Rena Rouge!

I didn't change much in the design, out of all the designs on the show this is one of my favorites but I still added road details. She now has an orange jacket, her knees have white diamonds, and her wrists and heels have fur. The ears are now like a bow for her ponytail, and the cream colored part of the ear contains a dark tone in the middle. Other than that, everything else is the same, just with some additions of different shades of orange.

Trixx gets a tuft of hair too, I thought it would look cute :3

Her flute still has the power to create illusions, mirage is still her main and strongest power, but now she needs to focus on the illusion to keep it as realistic as possible. Her illusions are now much more realistic, when using her illusions she can almost warp reality enough to make her illusions semi-physical(like the phantom ruby from Sonic forces) The more intense the illusion the more she needs to maintain focus.

She can also use camouflage, it's practically the ability to become invisible, but for that she would need to hold her breath. I based it on the fact that foxes are known to be sneaky, and with that Rena would be able to sneak past enemies without being noticed.

Like ladybug and Chat Noir, it also contains a special effect, this effect would be the hallucination effect, With that effect she would play a melody on her flute that would cause a mental confusion in the akumatized that would make them hallucinate for a few minutes until the music stopped. It's more of a distraction but depending on the akumatized it could very well be dangerous. More additions to powers can be added, like a Ktsune-based power or something like that. Tell me what other powers she could have.

As a character, Rena Rouge would be the type to play pranks on other heroes in her spare time such as on patrols and important meetings. She would be close to Ladybug and Chat Noir and would follow any of their orders, but at the same time respect their privacy when she could. She would always go out at night to investigate Hawkmoth alone, but would start to be accompanied by Chat Noir who would also go out at night to patrol alone.

She was always going to interrogate the akumatized about their conversations with Hawkmoth but didn't get much out of them. That is, until a whole group of villains appeared who seemed to be much stronger and had a greater connection to Hawkmoth, filling her with even more questions and leaving her exhausted from investigating.to the point that she couldn't even post anything on the blog, seeing it as something not very important anymore.

Much more is yet to be rewritten about Alya and Rena Rouge, stay tuned!

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theerurishipper · 7 months

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Hello! I have a question about Marinette. It's clear to me that she struggles with control and may sometimes mistreat her partner, in my personal opinion. It appears that she lacks trust in Chat Noir, which is not only upsetting but also confusing.

Marinette seems to have a stable home life, and her school experiences, while not as dramatic as some fans portray, seem relatively normal. Her parents have a loving relationship, so it raises the question of why Marinette behaves this way. Where do her controlling tendencies stem from? It's perplexing to me that she doesn't seem to trust her own partner. It's almost as if she treats him as if he could potentially turn into a villain. Chat Noir goes to great lengths for her, yet we rarely see her reciprocate in kind. Her interactions often seem limited to positive affirmations and superficial gestures. I wonder whether this inability to comfort someone or communicate effectively is a result of her environment influencing her or if it's perhaps a consequence of her newfound powers affecting her ego.

I don't mean to criticize her character, but it seems that Marinette's acquisition of powers and constant praise, coupled with the lack of discipline or guidance from Master Fu and Su-han, has left her without a mentor or anyone to hold her accountable for her actions. Her role as the guardian and leader exacerbates this issue because she struggles with being upfront and truthful, especially with Chat Noir. The morality of the story seems quite protagonist-centered, and I can't help but wonder how things might have been different if Ladybug had a more assertive partner or a mentor to guide her in the right direction.

Marinette like my least favorite at least with Western Magical girl shows because of what she chose in the finale. I don't believe her intentions are necessarily malicious, but her actions in previous seasons have been frustrating to watch.

So, the thing about Marinette is that she sets very high expectations for herself. Just look at her arc about not being able to confess her feelings. She catastrophizes, she plans all these elaborate schemes accounting for every detail, she can't bear to let anything go wrong, because she has such high standards for herself and a fear of failure. She can't confess to Adrien because she's afraid of his rejection, and she spends the series trying to find the perfect plan to ensure that he won't reject her. Once she becomes Guardian, she has all these new responsibilities, these new burdens, and she doesn't want to fail, she doesn't want anything to go wrong. And so, she tries to control everything. Her controlling tendencies stem from her fear of failure and her high expectations of herself.

For the record, I will say that Marinette does trust Chat Noir. She trusts him with her life. But just because she trusts him doesn't mean her fears aren't there, and it doesn't stop her from acting in ways that don't quite convey that trust that she has in him. Marinette can get myopic about her problems, and she often has trouble understanding things from others' perspectives. She has the tendency to, for lack of a better term, make things about herself. Like in Illusion, for instance, when Adrien was being taken out of school by Gabriel because of Nino's plan, Marinette instantly starts talking about how she is a curse for Adrien and how she should stay away from him, instead of about Adrien. Does this mean she doesn't care about Adrien? Of course not. But she still gets so caught up in her own feelings that she fails to consider the feelings of those around her. She spends so much time trying to make sure that nothing goes wrong with her current situation that she fails to notice the bigger picture.

For example, see Hack-san. Marinette is leaving Paris, and so she focuses on the immediate problem that she is facing, that she's leaving Paris without a protector. And she finds a simple solution, give her Miraculous to Alya. Easy, problem solved, right? Except it's not, because she accounts for herself but not for her partner, who is understandably blindsided by a new substitute appearing instead of Ladybug. In the same episode, we see another example. Marinette is stressed and struggling and hurting, and she confesses to Alya that she is Ladybug in Gang of Secrets. Now Marinette has the support of her BFF and her stress is being alleviated, so everything is fine, right? Except, she doesn't consider how Chat Noir might feel about her breaking the rule they set together and that she should tell him (this is not salt on Marinette for telling Alya, she had every right to do so).

Marinette isn't the most empathetic person. She is very kind, very compassionate, very sympathetic, and she is overall a wonderful person. But she has trouble putting herself in other people's shoes and understanding their perspectives unless they tell her herself. She understands that the people around her are struggling and she feels the desire to help them, but she also doesn't quite understand their feelings themselves, and that can lead her to making her own conclusions. See Guilttrip, where Marinette (and the whole class actually) just jumps all over Rose when she learns she's not well without considering how she might feel about it. In Crocoduel, she tries to distance herself from Luka because she doesn't want to hurt him, without considering that, well, she is hurting him.

Marinette has the desire to help others and be there for others, and it is that compassion and kindness that make her so wonderful. But she can also find it difficult to understand others or put herself in their shoes. She doesn't easily understand other people's emotions, and she can't often look beyond her own perspective and her problems to see how she's affecting other people. Oftentimes, when Marinette has hurt someone, her remarks will be more self-deprecating than apologetic. Which is not to say that she isn't sorry, and I am not saying that Marinette doesn't ever consider other people's feelings, but it doesn't come easily to her, and she often requires other people to point it out to her. Alya points out to her that she is hurting Luka by avoiding him, Alya tells her to talk to Chat Noir, Chat Noir tells her to speak to Chloe about not giving her a Miraculous anymore... things like that. And naturally, not considering others' views on things also has the effect of making her feel like she knows best and dismissing others' perspectives, like in Dearest Family, when she dismissed the Kwamis' advice about Tikki's cosmic hunger, because she thinks the only way to handle things is her way.

So, what happens when you have a tendency to want to control things, a myopic outlook on your problems, and a lack of ability to consider other people's perspectives? Why, you get the Ladynoir conflict of Season 4.

Marinette in Season 4 spirals down a web of controlling information and deceiving her partner by keeping secrets and lying to him due to her new role as Guardian and also in part because of her trauma from Chat Blanc. None of this is malicious. Marinette trusts Chat Noir. When she says she'll never abandon him, she means it. When she says she wants him around, she means it. But that's not enough. Marinette wants to control all the information and stay in control so badly that she fails to see how badly it is affecting her partner. She feels like it's the only way to do things and fails to consider her partner's feelings and perspective because she thinks she knows best how to handle it. She gets defensive and irritated when he asks her to let him help. And it shows itself most clearly in episodes like Ephemeral, where in an attempt to stay in control of everything, she is ready to violate Chat Noir's trust in her and reveal his identity to Su-Han without his consent.

It simply doesn't occur to Marinette that she should do more than try to smooth things over with Chat Noir. Despite understanding that he feels left out, she smooths over the situation with assurances that she doesn't even end up keeping. Of course, Chat Noir isn't an open book, but he did make his displeasure clear, and she still didn't do anything to fix their issues. Look at Kuro Neko. Chat Noir gets upset and quits, but Marinette still doesn't introspect and think that maybe she did something wrong and hurt him. She doesn't apologize for her outburst; she doesn't try to think of what went wrong. In the end, Chat Noir apologizes to her for having emotions and she just gives him another "I still want you around," line that quickly loses meaning when Ladybug is bantering with Rena Furtive like she's her favorite in Risk. Even when Marinette says something, her actions prove otherwise.

But I will say, this is all alright. It's a realistic flaw to have, to not be able to consider other people's feelings all the time. Everyone does it to some degree. Marinette isn't doing this because of any malicious intent, she's doing this because she's stressed and tired and traumatized. Her outburst isn't good, but it is understandable. She shouldn't have yelled at Chat Noir, but she isn't a bad person. She's allowed to learn to do better and grow from this.

What does make Marinette seem bad, though, isn't even due to Marinette herself as a person. What makes Marinette hard to like, is when her flaws are met with the protagonist centered morality stick that Miraculous loves so much.

Because Marinette never has to actually confront her mistakes. She yells at Chat Noir in Kuro Neko, and the episode is full of Chat Noir telling her she did nothing wrong and ends with him apologizing to her. In the end of Strikeback, Marinette admits to her mistakes, but Chat Noir sees her distress and swoops in to absolve her of her wrongdoings, and she carries on without fixing anything or changing anything. She admits to her mistakes, but it falls flat because, well, they didn't really result in anything. She was never wrong to do any of it, really. It's not her fault that Felix stole the Miraculous. Chat Noir already accepted that he's just another one of her sidekicks now, and he previously learned the lesson that she didn't do anything wrong and that he is the one is being sensitive about it. Marinette is never truly wrong, and so she doesn't ever have to fix her mistakes or address her flaws. She doesn't have to learn to communicate better with others, she doesn't have to apologize for her mistakes, because she is never truly in the wrong and everyone will go out of their way to excuse and absolve her of everything.

And this protagonist centered morality is the reason for the Season 5 finale. Marinette lying to Adrien about his existence isn't framed as bad because she's the one doing it, and because Marinette is Good™, it's not a bad thing for her to do. She didn't learn anything from Season 4, because the writers don't think she did anything wrong. She's the best leader, she's the most amazing superhero ever, and the story bends over backwards to justify her mistakes and her flaws by having other characters simply forgive her or take on the blame themselves (and by other characters I mean Adrien). And when she does make mistakes that actually have lasting consequences, it isn't actually her fault, like when Felix stole the Miraculous from her. And this protagonist centered morality makes it so that Marinette doesn't really have to grow or change as much as she just has to allow the other characters to prop her up and relinquish their agency to allow her to shine. She never has to try to understand them, she never has to do all that weak emotional support shit, because she's the all-powerful and amazing Marinette, and Adrien is just her prize for when she wins and her emotional support partner.

You mentioned in your ask that she never offers support to Chat Noir like he does for her, and that she is never held accountable for her actions, and this is all the protagonist centered morality at work. The world revolves around Marinette, whatever she does is Good and Right regardless of what it is, even if it is something like gaslighting her boyfriend into loving his abuser. And unfortunately, that isn't something that is out of character for Marinette. She's been established to be someone who will do whatever it takes to protect people, and who's flaw is that she doesn't often consider their feelings on the matter when making choices that affect them, even when it comes from a place of love and care. And because of the protagonist centered morality, the show makes this seem like it's a good thing instead of portraying it as a flaw. That is what ruins her character for me.

I hope this answers your question. Thank you for your ask!

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vvanessaives · 7 months

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kinktober day 8 (better late than never): temperature play pair: enver gortash x tav rating: explicit words: 2.9k

“Ready for the next one?” Violante’s fingers barely ghosted over his shoulder, brushing air rather than skin like she was caressing the keys of a piano.

The click of the boots paused behind his back and the silence that followed made his body tense up – the instinct of a prey cornered by the hunter. Gortash could not escape nor attack, he could only wait for the strike of the arrow that would declare the conclusion of the hunt. Such suspense made him restless, terribly aware of his surroundings, of the towering presence he could not turn to look at and the hard stone under his knees. Even his own breathing became unbearable, pointing with precision every second going by.

The hunter was pleased instead, to drink from the cup of the prey’s misery. Violante watched how the muscles contracted at the mere idea that something, anything could happen at any given moment. Out of control or prediction, Gortash was prisoner to the anticipation of the unknown. Even the minor shift, be it a sigh or the rustling of fabric, made his senses fire to attention.

She took one step closer to his kneeled form and his spine went straighter like under a spell, bracing itself for what would surely come. It was a simple matter of when. Gortash expected sparks to prick his flesh again, like needles and pins nipping on his body–a sensation that sat on the tipping edge between pleasure and pain–so Violante, fiendish as a devil, chose to play a different game.

When the fingertips stroked the back of his neck, Gortash waited for the electrifying touch to set his nerves aflame again, instead it was cold that reached him. Freezing cold, frigid and crisp, worse than ice or snow on feverish skin, icy as death and then some. It was unnatural, mystic, and it sprung free from her hand and spread through his body like a disease. A surprised whimper escaped his lips, one that he immediately regretted. Violante drew a path that glided down and stopped right in the middle of his shoulder blades. His back arched in an instinctive attempt to escape her touch but in vain, and then he shivered.

“You’re pathetic.” She taunted with a devious sneer, reveling in the spectacle granted by her sly work.

Gortash hesitated, biting his tongue and allowing just a scowl to speak for him. He struggled against the ropes forcing his arms to his back, tying them till the forearms, and kept grimly quiet.

The sound of steps echoed on the stone again, slow and calculated, and finally the half-elf reappeared in front of him, imposingly tall and dangerously close. He kept his head straight, denying her favorite poison: attention.

His scalp felt warm as Violante raked her fingers through his locks. The bite of ice was still sinking its fangs in his back, so he leaned into the only source of relief almost too eagerly. His eyelids fluttered as the fingernails caressed his skull, a delightful tingly sensation soothing his senses.

Then, the yank. A rough, cruel pull forced Gortash to look up and meet that gaze he was avoiding out of spite. A golden ocean, he’d call it. Strong gilded waves that crushed relentlessly against the shoreline, intense and unstoppable, set on making even the most expert sailor drown for the violence it could unleash. And behind that strength hid melancholy. Barely visible to the uncaring eye, ever so mysterious, never explained. An enigma he never quite resolved in years of tries.

“Do you wish to say something?” Violante quipped “Use your words instead of squirming like a worm against a few ropes.”

The corner of his lips rose to a smug smirk and he pushed his chin higher than what was forced on him. “Peculiar use of the gifts an eldritch entity granted you. Pitiful, to waste power on such trivialities.”

Her eyes narrowed. “And I wonder what your lord Bane would think of his chosen bent down to his knees.”

“Power plays among soon-to-be rulers?” Gortash chuckled confidently, a sound that carved holes into Violante’s pride “I’m certain it is quite the entertaining sight.”

Irritating, to say the least, like only Gortash could be at times. Violante swallowed down her irritation like a wine that turned to vinegar, she should know better than pay any mind to the Lord’s affronts. A hard twist on his locks and his mouth fell agape with a huff. That was the most reprisal she could allow to not appear bothered, she had no intention of crowning him victorious at the game of pissing her off.

“All bark and no bite, aren’t you?” She said, her jaw clenched.

The cold made its return, like winter after a long summer, this time it prickled his lips as Violante’s thumb ran across the supple bottom and then followed the stretched cupid’s bow. Gortash indulged, teasing her finger with the tip of his tongue and the scratch of teeth, a silent invite in. Warmth spread to his nape like a caress while his lips trembled under the brisk brush–it could be a beautiful spring, he thought.

Violante didn’t turn down the solicitation and slipped her thumb in his mouth, pressing on his tongue and letting it coat with saliva. In return, Gortash wrapped his lips around it. An exhale, held back to let it go unnoticed; the blaze in her eyes and the gentle stroke to his hairline spoke loud enough. There was nothing Violante could love more than obedience.

If only it could last.

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, when teeth sunk so deep into the flesh she swore they were gripping the bone. A pained hiss, thus came anger–not red and hot but shocking and punitive. Her fingernails dug deep into his jaw, a few sparks flashed in the air like bright stars; Gortash’s body reacted to its own accord, springing upright on the knees, twisting the ropes as he searched for any kind of outlet to unwind the electric buzz that flowed through his muscles. The pulsating wave faded to a tingle and left only a quiver to his spine as he sat back on his heels.

“You never learn.” Violante shook her head, she was surprisingly calm as she inspected the teeth marks on her thumb. Anger appeared to dissipate from her features, as if it was nothing more than a passing black cloud. When her gaze found her little traitor, as she’d call him, he pressed his lips into a thin line. Unpredictable as ever, that was her worst trait–Gortash detested it.

She used her boots to tap the inner sides of his knees, right then left, and gave nothing more than a command: “Spread them, Gortash.”

Gortash she said, never his first name, never Enver. Lord Gortash at times, when she needed to make it clear that a space divided them, an incurable separation. Or to taunt him, of course. Since their ‘reunion’ she did not dare to give him the honor of such intimacy so he tried his best to reciprocate the distance, and perhaps that was for the better. Names such as theirs left a certain weight of the past on the tongue.

He followed the order, unquestionably. Violante joined him on the floor, knees brushing his own, stooping down at his sorry level, showing mercy if he had any luck.

A striking presence she was, taller than Gortash even in such a position. His black eyes rose up to meet hers: Gortash could almost taste her scent–iris, heliotrope, juniper berry and the most exciting of them all, the belladonna. He wondered if that one habit of hers was still an occurrence, the poisoning. He searched for her lips and, instinctively, wet his own. A kiss deadly as the perfume she ingested, one kiss away from dangling by the thin thread between life and death. He couldn’t help but fantasize.

Gortash was pulled away from his thoughts when Violante ventured forth: she went for his neck now, fingers gliding and melting like ice against the warm skin. A feather-like caress, almost too good to believe. It made Gortash sigh, his shoulders slacking and head faintly falling to the side awaiting for more. The tip of her nose followed the traced path down to his collarbones, earning the delicious sound of a hum rising from his throat.

Violante went lower with tortuous slowness. The cold blazed into warmth again as she placed her palm in the middle of his chest, fingers dancing and knuckles brushing across the wide expanse. The sensation was akin to the soothing heat of a crackling fire in the hearth and it engulfed Gortash’s senses. It was rewarding, which meant suspicious.

He used his teeth again, this time to nibble at the sensitive pointy end of her ear. Violante gave a low chuckle as she squirmed away. A beautiful sound, a song he sadly forgot the notes of.

Delight doesn’t last long, he should know. The gentle heat became an abnormal fever, her index and middle finger delved in the flesh harder like they were trying to reach for his rib cage. The pain reached, screamed at Gortash before his wit told him what she was doing.

When the distressed groan reached her ears, Violante stopped to admire the rapid rising and falling of his chest, the gritted teeth, and the surprised indignation pooling in his gaze. A swollen red patch of dry skin was now adorning Gortash’s body.

“Oh don’t get all angry at me now,” she mocked as a beautiful, charming smile curled her lips but failed to reach her eyes “I’m certain the Archduke is not short on healers.”

“You–” The words turned into ash in his mouth, burning under the hot fires of his resentment before they could even take shape in his thoughts–a fair reaction, so why was his body shaking with excitement? “You should learn reverence by the snap of a whip.” He growled, hurt, humiliated, with his tired knees, the bared teeth and the torpor of his arms. She laughed, made fun of him.

Violante placed a finger to her lips and made a show of an admonishing shh!. “Be good now, I’ll reward you for your patience.” She cooed, placing both her hands on his chest.

It licks at her ego, the way he caves in. Open, hurt, like a bleeding wound exposed to the air. He knows all she can offer is cauterizing salt and he does not falter. If only they had found any other means for coexistence, they would’ve used it. Something simpler than Violante’s maddening devotion that ravaged both the devotee and the deity, than Gortash’s need for something that goes over, ahead of a limit they teached–forced–him to not cross, that lust for more. It wasn’t perfect, but it was indeed coexistence. Tearing each other apart was preferable to distance, absence.

Pleasure followed to pain without fail, Gortash knew, so all he offered her was a cautious look–don’t do that again. A tacit agreement between the two: I’ll indulge less.

The small burn was tedious but her cool digits offered a little respite, sadly not for the itchiness. All Violante could yet give was a way to take his mind off her cruel mark. She moved her attention to his breasts, circling with large strokes the darker areola, slowly and intentionally avoiding any direct contact with the hardening nipples. She carried on, skimming her icy fingers down to his lower stomach, tracing bumps and marks in the descent.

Stopping just above the line of his breeches, she could feel the tensing up in his abdomen. Their eyes locked and a silent warning flashed in Gortash’s black ones. He was stern and assertive, yet he made no attempt to hide the way his adam’s apple bobbed up and back down as she pulled on the fastenings.

This time Violante had no intention to play. She loved to see him bleed, that was certain, but she loved it more when he needed her. The answer to his caution laid in the dreamy fluttering of her lashes: I’ll be fair, I’ll be kind.

Her hand dipped down, touching the coarse hair there. “Is it lower?” She brazenly whispered in a breath.

“If it’s begging you wish to hear, let’s cut to the chase.” He replied, a thin note of annoyance in his voice.

“It is not.” Violante moved to straddle his thigh between her own and let her other hand roam into his hair once more “Tell me I want you and I’ll do it.��

Ah! Want, of all things.

Something deep inside him turned from hunger to starvation, far worse than any want, any need. “I do. I want you.” He murmured almost to himself.

A certain sorrow, or misery even, took over her gaze for the briefest of the moments and disappeared as quickly as it came. He took notice, but did not speak of it.

She pulled his cock out of his clothes, a constraintment that felt like an endless torture by now. Gortash groaned at the contact, his eyes drifting down between their bodies. Violante followed suit. Her fingers ran teasingly along the skin with a faint lukewarm heat, her thumb sliding over the slit, gathering the precum there and wiping it on the underside.

Gortash shuddered, arching into the touch, muscles flexing in protest against the ropes. Oh, how she loved to see him struggle. She began pumping him, wickedly slow as to hear more of those pants and the groans that made his chest rumble. Most of all, Violante wished to see those dark eyes of his dip into an impossible night, watch as every light would leave them, take note of how languidly they would gaze back at hers.

A faint tug on his hair and immediately his chin rose up. His lips parted and a gasp left his throat as Violante teased the head of his cock with her palm. The warmth of his breath on her skin made her heart beat a little faster, and the husky sounds filling her ears enchanted her like the songs of a siren. Before she knew her hips ground down on his thigh as if they had a mind of their own. Breath caught in her throat and a faint bliss made Gortash grin.

Suddenly Violante was made aware of how badly her arousal had mounted, impetuous for the neglect and avid for any kind of stimulation. No matter how badly she ached to dive, drown even, into the needs her body was loudly asking for, she had to endure. Such a prize would be sweeter in the face of all that struggle.

She withdrew her hand briefly, earning a grunt from the man beneath her. She coated her fingers with her own spit, making a show of giving them special attention with her tongue before sliding them on his length again. Gortash chuckled darkly, a word or two hanging on his lips, threatening to spill and tease, but he kept them safely locked away, simply tormenting his thoughts.

The room was filled with the slick sound of skin and panting, then a series of breathy pleas rushing out with the fury of a waterfall. Neither registered any of the invocations, a messy mingling of yes, faster and curses all wrapped in a headily mix as their lips barely brushed and never met. It was intoxicating, breathing in each other’s air, and dizzying. Fading into the little moans and gasps and yet never sharing more of that intimacy.

She would never kiss him, no matter how the occasional thrust of her hips asked her to succumb to her desires, and he’d never kiss her, no matter how badly he craved it, how easy it could be. In the attempt to avoid giving it any meaning, the resistance was creating far worse implications. But it did not matter, neither would ever admit defeat.

Violante lazily rested her forehead against his, admiring how the pair of eyes in front of her struggled to stay open, threatening to roll back, moans echoing in the room with unashamed generosity. He was close, it was undoubtedly clear.

“I…” he began, swallowing a lump in his throat “I’m almost–”

Her lips pressed together. “I know.” She confidently agreed.

Then came the twitching, the need to dig his knees deeper into the stone, his orgasm creeped on him until it didn’t. Violante tightened her grip around the base of his cock, squeezing him so that the taste of his climax could stay just as that. A mere aroma lingering on his tongue, coating his lips with sweet nectar but never falling down his throat, never reaching his end.

Gortash cursed, loud and unbecoming for a Lord – she noted with amusement. He writhed and squirmed, his hips thrusting forward desperate to find something, that last one push he needed to reach bliss. Twice foolish he was, for falling in the ploy of Violante’s mercy.

“That was it, right?” She boasted, just a few inches away from him and yet so unreachable “Of course it was, you were so preciously loud just now.” She pressed her palm on his thigh and wiped clean her palm on the expensive fabric. Then she stood up swiftly, abandoning Gortash to his solitary, powerless frustration, to the bitter aftertaste in his mouth.“It’s never that easy, you should know.” Violante tilted her head, hands resting on her hips in an excessive show of superiority “Now, should I take you flat on your back or you would prefer to be cheeks flush against the floor?”

#bg3 #tavtash #enver gortash #oc: violante #rena writes #<i don't use this tag since ages helloo let's see how long this will last on my blog before i'll want to delete it #nsft #userterendelev #tagging you in this bc of our warrior bond for tavtash #scheduled #<or i'd never find the balls to post my writing around here

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 months

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We had a state wide blackout yesterday around 3 to about an hour ago (it's 6.30am the following day now) so I went outside til it got dark and drew Rena! ^^ (human ver.) @marinerainbow I want to show you The Crazy Whore XD Haha 💛💛💛

Yes her hair is meant to look like devil horns. And yes, those hearts on her skin are tattoos.

#keep in mind- if you thought i was insecure about my writing 😅😄...#i am ACTUALLY insecure about my drawing. its not my thing 😅😅#but i think these turned out okay ^^ eh #Rena Roo #my art #my oc

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nemaliwrites · 4 months

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Adrien, Alya, race (for the drabble game <3)

“Man,” says Rena Rouge. “I thought patrol would be a lot more fun than this.”

Chat Noir grins.

“It’s only fun if you make it fun,” he says, reaching out to tug on her hair. She swats him, giggling. “Maybe I could purr-suade you to a race? No way you’ll cat-ch me, of course.”

“We’ll see about that.” Rena brings her flute to her lips. “You better run, chaton, before we test how good those reflexes of yours really are.”

Chat Noir vaults away, a blur in the night – and Rena, never one to back down from a challenge, follows.

send me two characters and a word!

#thank you for the ask!#tbh these two are such a fun pairing - i should write for them more hehe #miraculous ladybug #alya cesaire #rena rouge #adrien agreste #chat noir #alyadrien #renanoir #renachat #what is their ship name #alya x adrien #drabble game #my fics #100 words #nem drabbles

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garnetsandroses · 15 days

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come read my medieval au fic!

chapter one is here! written for @magireco-minibang so please check the collection of fics and art out too <3

#magia record #magireco minibang #magia record fanfiction #my writing #minami rena #akino kaede #medieval au #garnet's writing

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monomorphilogical · 1 year

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Static

Carpet burns on my knees, I'll tilt my head towards the ceiling above; extended hands, buzzing palms, static connecting my body with the air surrounding me. I'm touching something not quite there, something in between my reality and someone else's.

It bursts within my chest, blinding bright and star-shaped. My ribs won't stand guard, and like the twigs covering forest ground they snap underneath steel-toed boots.

It bleeds out of me, out towards the four walls I'm worshipping. Left with nothing but an empty space I fill it up with the splinters of bone, sticking out from every angle.

Won't you grind me to dust? Make me so I light up under the rays of sunlight filtering through the lace curtains. Let me be the static sticking to the carpet, biting at your knees and kissing your palms.

#poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #writing #i don't know what this means #I just dreamt it #I think this says 'step on me'#but that wasn't my intention #anyway #renae #writing by renae #poetry by renae

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kaveehs · 5 months

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Sweetener — Gojo Satoru

fem!reader, wc 0.8k, fluff, established relationship, workaholic!gojo, first years make a cameo <3

synopsis: gojo had always liked sweet things, you were no exception

a/n: i’ve been so busy lately but i finally finished this piece!!! recently i’ve been missing gojo so much so i had so much fun with this <333

requested by: @the-weeping-author

Gojo Satoru undoubtedly had a sweet tooth.

Sure, he had a variety of pastries and candies at his disposal that he could use to curb his insatiable need for sweetness in his life, but they all paled in comparison to you. From the moment Satoru first met you, he could tell something was fairly different about you.

At a first glance, he could tell you were a bit apprehensive of him. This was nothing new, after all he carried such an intimidating title attached to him since he was young. Despite it all, you always greeted him with a smile and such warm words. There was no doubt that you were a kind girl at heart, but there was so much more to it than that to him. Your compassionate nature didn’t come with a catch, nor did it waiver the closer you and him became, it only strengthened his feelings towards you.

You always thought he had been exaggerating when he had expressed how just you alone could calm his overwhelming sweet tooth when your relationship with him first began, but he truly meant every word of it, no matter how dramatic it sounded.

“Honey!” Satoru called out to you, snapping you out of your thoughts. Of course it was only natural for him to call you something so sweet you couldn’t help but smile. “I didn’t expect you to be back so soon, let alone spare time to visit me at work, how was it?” Before coming to his office, you had been scoping out a new bakery he had been dying to go to, but couldn’t due to being constantly cooped up at work.

“Great, I brought back some things I thought you might like,” you answered, handing him the small box of pastries you’d saved for him. He pulled back half of his blindfold, happily accepting the box into his hands which had been much larger than the pastry box. Just as he flipped open the lid, he noticed a shift in your expression.

“What’s with the sad face, sweetheart? You wanna try some too? You know I don’t mind sharin’,” he teased. His comment caught you somewhat by surprise— you didn’t even notice the change in your face.

“No, it’s not that,” you slightly bit the lower corner of your lip. “I just wish we could’ve gone together. You’ve been workin’ so much, y’know?”

Satoru paused for a moment, placing the treats on his desk as he got up from the comfort of his office chair. “I know baby,” he uttered sympathetically as his arms engulfed your body. “‘M sorry,” he said as he pressed his lips to your forehead. “When I have free time, I promise I’ll take you on the best trip ‘n you’ll have my full attention.”

“You mean it,” your eyes glistened with excitement at his words. A full trip where you could simply enjoy each other’s company, the thought alone was lovely.

“Y’know I don’t like to make promises I can’t honor,” a grin found its way to his face. “Of course I mean it.”

As you subconsciously squeezed him tighter, pulling him closer for a soft kiss, you heard the sound of snickers just as your lips were about to connect… his first year students. You pulled away from him, despite the small pout on his face.

“Before we get to that, I gotta assign my students here, more work. Clearly they seem to have a bunch of time to kill,” he spoke in a sarcastic yet matter-of-fact manner, laughing at their pleads for mercy. “Utahime’s been houndin’ me about your academic performance anyway. Perfect timing if you ask me.”

“Come on ‘Toru, go easy on them,” you remarked while trying to contain your own laughter.

“…Maybe I’ll let the assignments slide for today.”

“And just like that, he folds,” Itadori blinked, in awe at how quick he was to change his decision because of your interjection.

“It’s almost impressive how much control she has over someone like Gojo,” Nobara chimed in. Megumi shook his head.

“It’s nothing like that,” he sighed as if he knew all too well the truth of his mentor’s nature. “He’s just soft. Always has been.”

“Now now,” Gojo cleared his throat, it was telling he had been a bit embarrassed by the back and forth banter of his students. “Maybe I should switch things up a little bit— and teach you all a small life lesson.” This promise of a new lesson seemed to pique the interests of Nobara and Itadori. “When you find the love of your life—” he began as he looked over to you, however his speech was cut off by the simultaneous groans of his students.

“How informative,” you joked, followed by such a genuine laugh that spread to him so easily. Though you did learn something new with his eight words— that he saw you as the love of his life.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be Gojo Satoru’s sweetener afterall.

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #gojo satoru fluff #gojo x y/n #jujutsu kaisen gojo #[ ʚ♡ɞ ] — rena writes — fluff

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