#project syn

[void-shouting]

writeblr intro !

about me !

hey y'all i'm kaci aka khak! i'm 27, they/them, & currently located in PA. i work full-time in live entertainment while attempting to write in my free time. i have a BS in mechanical engineering & an MFA in stage automation, & writing has served as a creative escape since i started writing way back in 2011

where to find me !

main tumblr (i follow back from here!), twitter, instagram, youtube

about my wips !

ok so i have a number of wips in various stages of development. as i start to talk more about these projects, their info will be updated below

project pm | status: backburner between edits (for my sanity) tag, playlist, pinterest genre: YA coming-of-age queer romance situation blurb: High school senior and newly minted basketball team captain Niall Daniels is on track to play D1 basketball at his parents' alma mater next fall. When a snap decision and an snapped Achilles tendon leave him sidelined, Niall is, against all odds, relieved. Now the pressure's on to whip the basketball team into shape and give them a fighting chance at a winning season. Along the way, Niall will have to grapple with foraging a path forward for himself that doesn't give him anxiety, prioritizing himself and what he wants, and finally learning to trust the music in his heart.

power in grace | status: drafting tag, playlist (coming soon!), pinterest genre: NA sapphic portal fantasy retelling of the epic of gilgamesh log line because i haven’t written a full blurb yet lol: In an initiation ceremony gone deadly, sorority president Sheli Kisher must work with the magical being she accidentally summoned to rescue a dead sorority sister’s soul from the Underworld.

project star | status: plotting/vibing tag, playlist, pinterest genre: NA sporty romance (feat. a dual timeline if i can make it work lol) blurb: NCAA hockey star and NHL prospect Silas Cross doesn't have anything against love. If anything, love doesn't like him. It doesn't like always coming second to hockey, and it doesn't like that he can always tell when girls are only into him for the promise of a big shot hockey career with a huge paycheck, and it doesn't like his sneaking suspicion that he's doomed to turn into his parents. (It also doesn't like the whole "keeping it publicly under wraps that he's a trans man until further notice" thing, but it'll have to get in line.)

Silas doesn't have crushes, and he doesn't go on dates, and he doesn't fall in love. But when he keeps finding himself face-to-face with a cheerleader with long long legs and a megawatt smile that makes all her game day stunts look as effortless as breathing, he starts to consider changing his tune.

project syn | status: vibing in the background tag, playlist (coming soon!), pinterest genre: college-leaning YA contemporary mystery blurb: Ivy Starling was eight years old when her older sister left home. For years she's trusted her mother's depiction of her former sibling despite its stark contrast to the two good memories of her sister that she clutches onto. After finding a collection of video diaries on her sister's old iPod Touch while packing for college that shed a new light on the day she left, Ivy sets off to find her estranged sister and discover the truth.

come say hi!!

[synesthete-sylke]

more people should ship scott and mumbo. i have so many thoughts on them they would be so good for each other

they're so silly, honestly-

feel free to try and convert me lol i think they'd be cute, esp with how scott flirts with everyone and mumbo just crumples under any compliments

[jerichomere]

So after watching a youtube video with bad audio for class, I have come to the conclusion that I can, in fact, see sounds.

[jemdraws]

My precious boy....

[syneilesis]

This trailer drop ruined my plans for the day wtf

[sister-spiders]

darlin’ darlin’~

vivid bad squad’s beat eater outfits [simple] are now available in my showroom!!!

code is under avalon⭐️

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[solus-does-art]

It’s out!! Here’s a thing I’ve been working on! So glad I got to be a part of this lovely project! Experimenting with the chandelier and the little guy in the background was quite fun!

Be sure to check out the whole thing in this post linked below!! There were so so many amazing artists participating!

[chinemagazine]

"La Chine ne doit pas choisir le prochain Dalaï Lama"

Brahma Chellaney appelle à une alliance indo-américaine pour contrer la Chine au Tibet et notamment sur la question du Dalai Lama

De Project Syndicate, par Brahma Chellaney – Alors que le Dalaï Lama – le chef spirituel du Tibet – se rend aux États-Unis pour recevoir des soins médicaux à genoux, les inquiétudes quant à son successeur sont devenues aiguës. Alors que les Tibétains du monde entier prient pour que Tenzin, 88 ans, soit libéré Gyatso, le 14e Dalaï Lama, a encore de beaux jours devant lui, et la Chine attend avec…

[nightly-ruse]

Yknow I’ve cornered myself into the trap yet again of making a character that as best can be described as a kaleidoscope. Like they are everything all at the same time while still having visible reactions but how do I show that???? How do I make that work???

[ladybyakuya]

| HIGH IN LOW PLACES + natsuki seba & yoichi nagumo.

+cw. — fem!reader, headcanon + scenarios format, canon typical themes and elements, mention of alcohol and drinking,ex.plicit smut{ mention ofunprotected, oral acts }, slight angst and fluff.

+wc. — 2k.

+syn.— how do they generally spend their off day ? Is it any different when you're with them?

+notes. — my sk days debut post. yay! yay! i just caught up with it and im still making memes in my head ( yeah, its that bad </3)tap the banner for better quality </3 cuz tumblr made it so whack after upload. the title is from a song by beach weather ( one of my recent favs ). i have some more wips on sk days but lets see if the starts align or they go against me. wanted add two more characters but i got carried away while writing. so next two for next weekend ig. if you catch my favoritism, then good. go ahead & exploit it ;) | redirect to blog navigation.

�� natsuki seba : 

The sun has not even kissed the horizon yet. It is still afternoon. Natsuki was busy building one of his work-in-progress weapons as usual even though it was an off day. The JCC is not exactly asleep but is surely a little doused today. JCC never sleeps. You are in his dorm room, waiting for him to finish his work at least to a certain stage and then have lunch with you but you doubt he is barely aware of what time it is. You are not exactly hungry, at least not for those wet soggy noodles but you do miss him even though he is right in front of you. There are times when you have to feed him lunch so that he can keep working. The dorm room is small for two but given the habits of you two, it always works out, somehow. You sleep when he is working while he sleeps when you are busy or out to get something. But currently, sleep is nowhere to be found at the banks of your eyes.

“Natsu, come eat with me,”

Seba turns his head at first and gives you a look; a look that clearly states: “Are you mad?” Do you know how ridiculous you sound? His eyebrows grow closer while his lips pucker forming a pout and then he goes back to working again. He is mocking you. He is working while you sit idle and flip through a porn magazine from his collection. It’s funny because the porn magazine is not his. It is from Shin. He was just looking out for him. Shin thought it was highly uncanny how a guy could make weapons all day and night, and be obsessed with something so odd that one forgets to masturbate. Doesn’t even have the urge? Or better does his curious side not think about such self-pleasurable prospects? Well, what would Shin know?

“Natsu, come eat me out,” 

At first, he looks up from the device he was working on and then spares a glance at you.

You make yourself busy flipping through the pages of that lewd magazine. He is staring. You can feel it.

He goes back to work again but a second later he puts the miniature parts from his hand beside the device and turns his chair towards you rubbing his chin as his elbow stands on the hand-rest of the chair. He is considering it. Holy Shit. You did not mean that.

“Really? Can I?” There is a thin layer of sneer laced underneath his voice.

You closed the magazine and stood up, keeping it on his table. He looks at the cover and a chuckle escapes from his chest probably remembering how he got it or why you ordered him to eat you out; not that he would mind . . . his eyes are back on you again. “Now that I’ve your attention. Finish your lunch and then work on your project.”

“I’m going out to meet someone,” You try to leave but he grabs your wrist pulling you back in front of the bed. 

“You're lying.” he snorts out a chuckle.

“You know,” Natsuki gets up and takes slow steps towards you as you back away cornering you as he still holds your hand. “eating you out . . . that might just be the thing I need to finish my project.”

Wait. what?

Before you can ask anything he just puts you on his shoulders, walks to the bed throwing you on the mattress. For someone who is a weapon engineer, who does not spend time on fieldwork he sure has a lot of strength.

“I didn’t mean it. I just wanted to get your attention that’s all.” you try to protest but it does not faze him, not even a little.

“Well you did a good job.” Grabbing your ankles he pulls you towards the edge of the bed before getting on his knees. He points to the cup noodles. “And, i’m not eating that.”

He pulls down your panties and shorts simultaneously. You do not stop him because you crave him as much as he needs this to de-stress or that’s how he would put it. Spreading your legs he places a trail of tender kisses along your thighs threatening your sanity, threatening the urge to push him away but you simply do not want to do that. You want this: him worshipping you like he used to. The moment his lips graze your entrance you arch back, hands resting on the mattress and crumpling the sheets as Seba gets more devoted to the cause. You put one of your legs over his shoulders as he buries his face deeper inclining his face a little to lap his tongue against your pussy lips. You bite your lower lip roughly before a whisper of words comes out of your mouth, “Ya know, you should return those magazines to Shin,”

“What?” he asks; nose glistening with your arousal, wet lips, cherry cheeks, and excited eyes. A curvature appears along your lips as you run your fingers through his hair and tug at it revealing his forehead forcing his eyes to close just for a second. He is still waiting for your response. 

“Nothing. Get to work,” you say and he listens to it like a good boy.

✦ yoichi nagumo.

“Is it that tasty?” Nagumo asks drinking an o-choko full of sake from your share. His face distorts feeling the strong fizziness. “How can you drink this?” his voice spikes up as he gulps it down. He hates it, hates this, that how you on every weekend would to go Sakamoto stores and buy liquor to drink out your misery. What a waste! He does not understand why you would spend your weekends drinking, especially when he is here. Sakamoto would often tell you to stop drinking but what’s the point? You nod like a good girl, buy some cup noodles and chips and after the store closes Shin arrives with the booze. Shin is knocked out on the floor already. But he is still keeping up with you not that he enjoys it but he is looking for an opportunity to make you stop and in that process, he ended up taking a few shots. He hates it, he hates this. He hates how you make drinks. It stings on his tongue. This is not because he wants to spend his off day with you. He rarely gets a day off and he can not go that to waste, can he now?

“Wanna fuck?”

You look at him with heavy eyes and a flustered face for a few seconds. “No.”

He is stone-cold sober. He is not even that drunk, to begin with. You are. You are still so dizzy and slumber threatening your eyes but you force them open divulging, “Too much work.” Ah! The slur. The slur in your voice. His head tilts as a smile breaks on his face like a plague.

“I’ll do the work.” Nagumo insists. “All of it.” His voice is low, slow. He wants to get through to you. “I’ll make you feel so good.” He does not want you to dismiss his words as just a drunken haze or something like that. He is already neck-deep in guilt for being unable to give as much time he wants, as much as the time you demand and crave from him. He can not sabotage your security but he would not deny that he likes meeting with you in secret; gives him some sort of thrill he thinks. “I promise,” he mumbly adds.

But he does not want to overdo it or wear you out. He can’t. He won’t. He is a good when he is with you. “Woah, careful.”

After moving the bottles and cups aside, now you are all on your fours crawling towards him like a cat. He can see your boobs, the nipples— everything. Wait, is that his tank top? He must have left it when he came to you here last time. He can’t remember when but he remembers he lost that one black tank top.

As you reach, your face inches away from him you lean for a kiss but he sways away. It instantly ruins your mood. He is smirking now as you are pouting. It turns into a snort. “Shin’s still here,” He points at the boy sleeping on the couch. You glance at the boy and then look at Nagumo. He is confused. You are impatient. Fuck it.

You hold on to his shoulders trying to get into his lap, legs sprawled apart and as you make yourself comfortable your legs get clamped around his waist. He does not lose his balance but rather helps you with it.

“Babe, Shin’s still here,” Nagumo repeats making you remember.

“Don’t care,” you shout and Nagumo covers your mouth with his palm while his index finger stills over his lips shushing you. You nod. It seems he got through to you.

You do not allow him to dodge him anymore.

You lean into his hand that is still over your mouth, nuzzling against his palm. He shoves his fingers into your hair, his index finger grazing behind your ears igniting your skin with goosebumps. His thumb roughly stretches across your bottom lip before you kiss the tip of it but he swats his hand away before you could suck on it; grabbing his other arm and you slide it under the blacktop. Nagumo does not squeeze your boobs. Not yet. He does not want to do it, not like this. Last time, both of you were sober and now both of you are drunk: you on alcohol and him on you. You buck your hips trying to get closer to him. 

“God Nagumo, why are you being like this? You said you'd do all the work. . .”

because it's amusing. The fact that you are scolding him with a whispering tone is making him tremble in mirth. He is barely holding it; you are frustrated, drunk, and horny. God! What is he going to do with you? Can he really hold himself back? Maybe he should not have proposed the idea in the first place. His hands are stretched, settled on the floor as he watches you: intently, nervously.

“Kiss me.”

And your lips instantly dance against his in a frenzy yet his hands are still on the floor. Even in this state, you manage to unbuckle his belt with one hand as the other works on the buttons of his shirt. It turns him on how swift you are too. You would be very skilled in his line of work. Maybe you are, too skilled that he did not even notice. Nah! you can't be a spy.

“Put it in” you command this time breaking the kiss. Nagumo was just starting to get to the good part of the kiss only to get deprived of it. He does not waste a second to abide by your said words. If he did, he might have to walk out thinking out the possibilities of how odd it was for a first meeting with you.

Strong hands against the plush of your hip as he adjusts his cock to your entrance. He pushes aside your panty before rubbing it against your entrance. Your hands squeeze the muscles of his shoulders.

“Without . . . condom?”

So, is that why he was delaying it? You thought he didn't want this but mentioned it for the sake of pity and now he is trying to get on your nerves to wake Shin up.

Your brain freezes after such a flow of info. You give him a nod.

Nagumo swallows before his cock goes inside without rubber. It's electric: the feeling of your flesh around his.

“Take me to that room,” you gasp out the words.

“What?”

“I said what I said.”

You become so handful when drunk not that he minds. He takes you to the room kicking back the door behind you to close before crashing onto the bed.

The next morning Shin has to buy a pair of black trousers for Nagumo and he does it without even questioning. He really does not wanna know what happened after he took you inside the room.

@underratedcharactercorner

@interstellar-inn

[fayelero]

— FUCKING TATTOO ! rintarou suna

➥ pr : timeskip!suna x fem!reader

➥ syn : getting a underboobs tattoo without turning him on? uhhhh…

➥ wc : 2.6k

➥ tw : SMUT! mdni. creampie, riding position, hard sex, dirty language.

➥ a/n : I got a new tattoo !! guess what kind…. the tattoo on the pic is not obligated to be the one of the fic! (is this english ?)

It was late evening when Suna Rintarou stepped through the door of your shared apartment, the soft sound of his footsteps muffled by the welcome mat. Practice had been brutal—exhausting drills, intense scrimmages, and a coach who seemed to have endless energy for critiques. But none of that mattered anymore, because now he was home. With you.

“Babe?” he called out, his deep voice slightly hoarse from yelling across the court all afternoon.

“I’m in the bedroom!” you called back, your tone lilting with a hint of excitement. He picked up on it instantly, his brow quirking in curiosity.

He walked down the hall, shoulders slumping slightly as he loosened his hoodie and toed off his sneakers. The moment he opened the door, though, all his fatigue seemed to melt away.

You were sitting cross-legged on the bed, wearing nothing but a lacy black bra and matching shorts. Your hair was loose, framing your face in a way that made his throat tighten. He noticed the glint in your eye—a playful mischief that always did something to him.

“Damn,” he murmured, shutting the door behind him and leaning on it for a moment. His eyes roved over you lazily, though the hunger in his gaze was unmistakable. “Is this how you’re greeting me now? Not that I’m complaining.”

You smirked, patting the spot beside you on the bed. “I figured you’d like the surprise.”

“‘Like’ doesn’t even cover it,” he muttered, shrugging off his hoodie to reveal his lean frame clad in a plain T-shirt. His sweatpants hung low on his hips as he stalked toward you, the predator-like intensity in his steps making you shiver.

He sat beside you, a hand already reaching to trace your exposed thigh. “I missed you today,” he said softly, his voice dropping an octave. His thumb moved in slow circles on your skin, his touch warm and deliberate. “All I could think about during practice was getting back to you.”

You reached up, cupping his jaw and brushing your thumb along the sharp line of his cheekbone. “Missed you too,” you murmured. “But before you get too comfortable…”

Suna paused, his fingers stilling. He tilted his head, looking at you with furrowed brows. “What’s with that tone? What’s going on?”

You bit your lip, holding back a grin as you slid off the bed and stood in front of him. Slowly, your fingers moved to unclasp your bra. His eyes widened, his gaze darkening instantly.

“Wait, are you—”

You cut him off by letting the fabric fall, revealing bare skin and something new—something inked and breathtakingly intricate.

Underneath the curve of your breasts, spanning across your ribcage, was a set of delicately shaded wings. The tattoo was beautifully done, the feathers soft and detailed, curving naturally with the lines of your body.

Suna froze. His jaw went slack, and his eyes locked on the ink like it had physically tethered him to the spot.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands instinctively reached out, but he stopped himself just before touching you, his gaze flickering up to meet yours. “When… How did you…?”

You laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I went to the tattoo shop after work today. I wanted to surprise you, so I didn’t shared this project with you.”

His gaze dropped back to the tattoo, and this time, he didn’t stop himself. His fingers ghosted over the wings, careful and reverent, like he was afraid he’d ruin the artwork if he pressed too hard.

“God, this is…” He trailed off, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. His hands shifted, sliding to your waist and pulling you between his legs so he could look up at you properly. His eyes burned with something primal now, something that made your breath hitch.

“You’re so fucking hot, you know that?” he muttered, his lips twitching into a smirk as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against your stomach. “In the best fucking way.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. “You like it?” you teased, though his reaction was answer enough.

“Like it?” he scoffed, leaning back slightly to look at you again. His hands gripped your hips firmly, his thumbs stroking the skin just above your shorts. “I’m obsessed. It’s so…fuck, it’s so fucking sexy, babe.”

His lips found your skin then, pressing soft, lingering kisses along the edges of the tattoo. His breath was warm, and the scruff of his jaw scratched deliciously against your sensitive skin. Each kiss was slow, deliberate, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of the new addition to your body.

“Rin,” you whispered, your voice barely steady as his mouth moved lower, trailing down to the valley between your breasts.

“Hmm?” he hummed against your skin, his hands sliding up to cup your waist.

“You just got back from practice, baby,” you said, though your words lacked conviction as he nipped lightly at your ribs.

He pulled back slightly, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “So? You think I’m too tired for this?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, he was flipping you onto the bed, his body hovering over yours. His eyes bore into yours, molten and electric, as he leaned down to whisper against your lips.

“Let me make you feel good, baby.”

His lips captured yours before you could protest, the kiss deep and demanding, stealing every coherent thought from your mind. His hands explored your body with renewed purpose, his fingers tracing the lines of your tattoo like he was worshipping every inch of it—and you.

Suna’s lips moved hungrily against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth to taste you fully. His hands roamed your sides, his thumbs brushing the edges of your tattoo again as if he couldn’t get enough of the new artwork on your body. Every touch of his fingers was careful but firm, like he wanted to appreciate it but was also aching for more.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to gaze down at you. His pupils were blown wide, his dark eyes glimmering with unrestrained lust. “I can’t stop looking at it,” he muttered, his voice hoarse and tinged with a low growl. His hand trailed up, cupping your breast lightly while his thumb brushed just below it, tracing the wings. “It’s so goddamn sexy on you.”

Your breath hitched, your chest rising and falling as he leaned down to kiss the space just beneath your tattoo. His lips were soft, but the way his tongue darted out to flick against your skin made you shiver. You felt his teeth graze you lightly as he sucked at the sensitive spot, leaving faint marks that disappeared into the shading of the tattoo.

“Rin,” you whispered, your voice trembling as your hands tangled in his hair. He glanced up at you, his smirk lazy but feral.

“Yeah?” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin as his lips moved lower. He shifted, dragging his tongue along the underside of your breast, his free hand trailing down to your waist. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down just slightly.

“You—ah—you’re so into this,” you managed to get out, though your body betrayed you by arching into his touch.

He chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating against your skin. “Of course I’m into this. Look at you. Look at this,” he said, running his tongue lightly along the edge of the ink again. “You’re perfect. And this tattoo? Fuck, it’s driving me crazy.”

You moaned softly as he kissed his way lower, pulling your shorts down fully. His hands slid over the curves of your thighs, gripping just firmly enough to leave you breathless.

“You should’ve told me you were doing this,” he muttered, his lips brushing over the skin of your lower stomach. His voice was deeper now, tinged with something darker. “I would’ve come with you. Watched them work on you. Would’ve made it impossible for me to focus on practice knowing you were under the needle, looking like this.”

The heat in his words sent a jolt of desire straight through you, and he smirked at the way your body reacted, squirming slightly beneath him. His lips curved into a mischievous grin as he kissed along the edge of your hip, his teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp.

“Rin, please,” you breathed, your fingers tightening in his hair.

He glanced up at you, his smirk widening. “Please what, baby?” he teased, his voice dripping with mock innocence as his hands slid up your thighs, parting them. “Tell me what you want.”

Your cheeks burned, but the ache in your core left no room for hesitation. “You,” you whispered. “I want you.”

That was all he needed to hear. In one swift movement, he had you completely bare before him, his body shifting to press against yours. The heat of his skin against yours was intoxicating, and you gasped softly as he leaned down to kiss you again, his lips firm and possessive.

“You’re fucking hot,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and rough. His hands slid down to grip your thighs, spreading them wider as he ground his hips against yours. The hardness of his arousal pressed against you, and you couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your throat.

“Fuck,” he growled, his lips moving to your neck as he kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin there.

“Rin,” you whimpered, your voice shaky but sure.

The growl that rumbled in his chest was pure satisfaction. He wasted no time, slipping a hand between your thighs to tease you, his fingers sliding through your wetness as he groaned softly. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me already,” he muttered, his voice strained with need.

You arched into his touch, a moan slipping from your lips as his fingers worked you with precision. He watched your face intently, his eyes dark and hungry as he drank in every gasp and whimper you gave him.

“God, you’re perfect,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you.

You shifted positions, turning around so that Suna was now completely naked, lying back against the bed. His toned body stretched out beneath you, and you straddled his lap, hovering just above him. The way his cock stood tall, flushed and hard, against his lower abdomen made heat pool between your legs. From his position, he had the perfect view of everything—your body, the curves of your hips, and of course, the intricate tattoo under your breasts that drove him wild.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” he groaned, his voice thick with need as his hooded eyes roamed over you.

You grinned, leaning forward slightly so the heat of your body brushed teasingly against his cock without fully taking him in. He hissed at the sensation, his hands gripping the flesh of your thighs hard. Both of you whimpered at the tension, the torturous tease of almost but not quite.

“Baby,” he growled, his deep voice rough with desperation. His large hands slid up to cup your ass, squeezing it firmly as his fingers dug into your soft flesh. “Come on, don’t play with me… fucking pull me in already.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t hold back any longer. With his hands gripping your hips, he guided you down slowly, his tip pressing against your entrance before beginning to stretch you open.

You gasped, your nails digging lightly into his chest as the overwhelming sensation coursed through you. “Rin…” you moaned softly, your voice trembling as you took him inch by inch.

He groaned loudly beneath you, his head falling back against the pillow. “Fuck… you’re so tight,” he murmured, his voice laced with pleasure. “So fucking good, baby.”

His lips found yours, capturing them in a deep kiss as his hands helped ease you down further, soothing the ache as he filled you completely. You whimpered against his lips, and he swallowed the sound, his fingers stroking your sides and thighs.

When you finally settled, fully seated on his cock, you gasped for air, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you adjusted to his size. Your hands pressed against his torso for balance, the heat between your bodies leaving you dizzy.

Suna gave your ass another firm squeeze, a teasing smirk curling on his lips. “Come on, ride me, baby. I know you can.”

Your body moved almost instinctively, rolling your hips slowly at first, testing the waters. The drag of his cock inside you made you shiver, and a soft moan escaped your lips. Suna groaned low in his throat, his hands guiding your movements as he watched you intently.

“God,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes locked on the bounce of your breasts and the curve of your tattoo. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

As you found a rhythm, your confidence grew, and you began moving faster. Your hips rocked and rolled, each movement sending waves of pleasure through both of you.

“Ah—Rin!” you moaned his name, your voice breaking as the angle shifted just enough to hit a spot deep inside that made stars dance in your vision.

He growled low in his throat, his hands gripping your ass harder, guiding you as you moved. “Yeah, just like that, right here…right here,” he muttered, his breath ragged. “Fuck, you’re so good at this… at taking me.”

You whimpered as the sensation built higher, your thighs burning slightly from the effort, but you didn’t stop. The sight of him beneath you, his head thrown back, his lips parted as he groaned your name, was too intoxicating to resist.

Reaching down, you grabbed one of his hands from your ass and brought it to your breast, pressing his palm against the soft flesh. He groaned louder, his fingers instinctively squeezing as he rolled your nipple between them. His eyes flickered between your bouncing breasts, the tattoo decorating your skin, and your face contorted in pleasure.

“Ah… ah, keep going,” he rasped, his voice shaky as his cock twitched inside you. “You feel so fucking good, baby. Say my name. Say it.”

“Rin!” you cried, your movements becoming more frantic as you rode him harder, chasing the fire building in your core. The angle shifted again, and the overwhelming sensation left you trembling. “I’m gonna—oh god, Rin, I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he growled, his hands tightening their grip on your hips as he began thrusting up into you, matching your pace and driving you further into bliss. “Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you.”

The coil inside you snapped, and you arched your back, crying out his name as your orgasm tore through you. Your walls clamped down on him, pulsing around his cock as your body shook with pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned, his own release barreling toward him as he thrust into you harder, his grip bruising against your skin. “I’m—fuck—I’m gonna cum too.”

You barely registered his words through the haze of your climax, but when his cock pulsed inside you and warmth flooded your core, you collapsed against his chest, both of you gasping for air. His arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you close as you both came down from the high.

“God, that was…” he trailed off, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You smiled weakly, your body still trembling slightly. “Amazing,” you finished for him, your voice soft and breathless.

He chuckled, his hands running gently up and down your back. “Yeah. That’s one way to put it.”

As you lay there tangled together, your bodies still buzzing from the intensity of it all, Suna couldn’t resist trailing his fingers over your tattoo again. “You really are perfect, you know that?” he murmured, his voice filled with admiration.

You hummed contentedly, nuzzling into his chest. “Let’s take a bath, baby.”

“Damn…yeah,” he replied, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

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[void-shouting]

new wip announcement !!

project syn

status: planning/vibing

tag, playlist (coming soon!), pinterest

genre: college-leaning YA contemporary mystery

blurb: Ivy Starling was eight years old when her older sister left home. For years she's trusted her mother's depiction of her former sibling despite its stark contrast to the two good memories of her sister that she clutches onto. After finding a collection of video diaries on her sister's old iPod Touch while packing for college that shed a new light on the day she left, Ivy sets off to find her estranged sister and discover the truth.

[ao3org]

Updates to AO3 "Mythology" Fandoms

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[saeun]

the husband and his type of style jujutsu kaisen ⭒ fem-reader.

⤹ list ﹢ nanami kento, toji fushiguro, gojo satoru, choso.

﹙ syn ﹚ headcanons — as husbands, they all have their own unique characteristic.

+ love ‘su: “i thought you hated cho—” 🔇🔇🔇

NANAMI KENTO : the “get dressed” husband.

nanami's a man of his word. you want to eat out for dinner? get dressed by 7:00 p.m. you feel like doing a random grocery run? be ready by lunch, he'll come pick you up.

to nanami, nothing is more important than his wife's wants. having necessary items serve their purpose, obviously, but who doesn't like having their wants satisfied? he can never be one to hold you back from it.

happy wife, happy life. the motto he worships. as a man of tradition, he'd take a sick leave from his job if you wanted extra attention. a spoiler to the bone. whatever you want, just say the word and he'll tell you when to get ready.

TOJI FUSHIGURO : the “i'll make it” husband.

the king of craft. toji not only serves as eye candy for your eyes only, he also serves as your person handyman! whether it's to make, break, fix, or repair, he'll have the job done in no time. give him two hours, a beer, and a hammer.

to be loved is to be seen. for toji, he knows when you wish for something to be added to make daily activity easier. since you often crave snacks during the night, he reworked the nightstand's drawers into a small pantry filled with snacks.

sometimes you like to continue watching your show despite what you're doing. with this in mind, his new project is to either make a space into the shower wall where you can safely place your phone, or make a table for the bathtub when you're relaxing.

GOJO SATORU : the “don't you dare throw that away” husband.

a hoarder. most of the time, the items that gojo's been piling up in his studio are things that no longer serve him any purpose nor value. he simply doesn't feel like trashing it.

he'd run up the excuses that it's there for nostalgia, but if you ask him where or who the object came from, he'd be unable to answer. many times this led to unnecessary arguments. there was a time it got bad to the point he'd place the objects around the house out of pettiness.

this downside has its upside. with his hoarder mentality, you're guaranteed to find something you swore to the heavens you lost. there is always good in bad!

CHOSO : the “i miss my wife” husband.

doing grocery runs alone? he misses his wife. seeing a couple holding hands? he misses his wife. someone holding something that's enjoyed or liked by you? he misses his wife.

it's gotten to the point where if he's ever invited to a boys' night, the sentence “i miss my wife” is banned. if he says it he'll have to clean everyone's vehicle. to them, it's annoying. to you, it's peak husbandnity.

choso depends on you as much as you depend on him. oftentimes he needs a moment alone and you're always there to hold his hand. he's gotten used to such behaviour, so when he's set apart from you, the “i miss my wife” gets wicked.

[justblades]

the blues of who you once knew, caleb x fem! reader

SYN: to love someone is to attend a thousand of their births — yet this present caleb feels different, urging you to blur the boundaries you previously set.

TAGS: smut, minors dni, homecoming wings spoilers, reader is mc, we have sex in the cockpit like alpha, not proofread WC: 2.2k

a deafening silence lingers in the atmosphere, the tension thickening at every passing minute. your throat runs dry, unable to verbalize a valid protest against the colonel at your left side. you remain glued to your position, eyes wandering from the numerous projections materializing to the buttons organized accordingly to its functions laid within the vicinity.

stealing glances at the male, a soft glow of bluish hues cascade over his masculine features. although his expression remains stern, a hunch gnaws at your heart, insinuating that caleb is just putting up a façade.

his lilac eyes fixated on the windshield, you could not help but feel your heartstrings being ripped apart at how caleb is ignoring you like you were of no importance. in hindsight, whenever a conflict arises between you two, he’d always be the one to step up and tie back the strings into reconciliation - but now, the tides have changed, and your heart aches.

frustration emerges until you couldn’t bear any second daring to pass by without caleb truly by your side. you finally rise from your place and step towards where caleb was, the sounds of your shoes on the mechanical floors catch the attention of the colonel. he whips his head to the side, the corners of his lips still pursed into a thin line.

as your eyes finally meet, it’s as though your sadness was vindicated as caleb stares at you with such indifference. buried in the depths of his glistening, amber tinged lavender irises is an emotion welling deep inside his heart, a spark of longing gleams within. “caleb . . .” you utter his name, grief lacing your tone.

was it really of grieving, that you already miss the person despite him being within your reach, alive and breathing?

or was it the version of him in the past, that feels like an unending prison wherein the two of you are bound by the shackles of the very memories you used to share, although bittersweet?

he hums in response, proceeding to break off the sad gaze the two of you shared. he turns away, pretending to look at the device in the opposite direction and tinker with whatever available options. however, as if syncing your mind with his, you manage to grab his wrist, the onyx, thick leather of his uniform making it harder to hold still.

“why are you like this?”

guilt washes over him yet you receive no response.

“can’t you at least pretend to be the caleb i used to know back then?”

his frail front shatters, letting his emotions take over. with one swift movement, he pulls your arm, encaging your body with his warmth - a tight embrace lolls you into an ephemeral comfort. his raven strands brush on the plane of your chest, burying his head. “would that be sufficient to truly make you happy?” despite his words being muffled, there was a hint of pain in his tone.

tears start to burn your eyes, fists balled as you hit him with barely an ounce of strength you had left. your bodies now closer than ever, straddling his legs yet an imaginary distance draws you further apart from him. caleb undoubtedly feels the same, and out of desperation, meets your pained eyes once more and softly press the margins of his lips onto yours, particularly the lower lip.

your body remains static, as if the time comes to a standstill. caleb takes this opportunity and proceeds to grip both of your wrists accordingly, raising both above your head with just one hand. his breaths begin to deepen, and yours as well, unable to take in everything that is unfolding. you couldn’t help but just wait for what he does next and caleb does not waste any more of his time.

his free hand presses a button from the bottom right corner, a hologram of option flashing the words ‘autopilot: off’. skimming over the projection with both familiarity and proficiency, he toggles the switch, making the aircraft run on its autopilot built in feature. he does all these without breaking off eye contact, the plush of your lower lips starting to swell as he unravels the chaste kiss into an open mouthed one, your saliva beginning to mix with his.

your tongues dance in a melancholic rhythm, in understanding with shared thoughts of wanting to blur the barriers separating you from him. you close your eyes and bask in the feeling, yet caleb doesn’t, intending to etch this memory as deep into his subconsciousness so he never forgets.

as you withdraw from the kiss with heavy-lidded, lust filled eyes, a trail of saliva connects your lower lips to his. he then lets go of your wrists after a minute, only for his gloved fingers gliding all the way to your chin, thumb drawing obliques on the corner of your lips. a strong sense of temptation pools in the pits of your stomach, yearning for more of the colonel’s touches and kisses. caleb picks up every detail of your body language, the previous stern expression on his face softens, a serene smile settles.

“what did i say? only i know you best . . . and can treat you best.”

a chill rakes your spine as you feel caleb’s hands toy with your breasts, stature wobbling but the male already anticipated this. a black mist emerges, the small diameter of your spatial surrounding warps, your body beginning to weigh heavier than ever. in realization, his evol momentarily holds you down, pressing your clothed region harder on his growing erection.

your brows furrow, overwhelmed, but then, the colonel wouldn’t be quickly appointed if he wasn’t as perceptive and always one step ahead of his opponent. his fingers skillfully tug at the hem of your clothing, removing the confinements of the fabric until your tits spring free, coming out in its full glory. the icy temperature within the cockpit traces shivers all over your skin, yet a foreign heat brushes over the very goosebumps.

caleb leaves kitty licks on your left tit, working his way up to the middle until the areola, the tip toying with your now hardened buds as he continually teases your body, granting him a flinch and a muted moan as a response. a strange itch starts to settle, a sense of deprivation lingers the more caleb gives your nipples attention. while your other bud is being toyed with his fingertips, he seizes the other with his mouth at this point in time, sucking on the flesh, still twirling his tongue around the bud.

a moan bubbles from your throat, unexpectedly feeling good from this foreign sensation. caleb keeps his eyes peeled open, remembering to ingrain every moment deep within, again, so he never forgets. the strange feeling sends shockwaves to your system, disrupting the harmony in your body as you begin to feel lightheaded.

sloppy sucking noises echo within the cockpit’s walls, meshed with caleb’s grunts of satisfaction alongside your moans with effort to be stifled. “let your voice out, it’s just you and me here.” he states in between breaths, still ravishing your body as if he was a predator lapping up his frail prey.

powerless before the colonel, you give in to his wishes, now letting naughty noises come undone with little to no embarrassment, solely focusing on feeling good. your mewls play an alluring tone to his ears, as if they were a reward for him being so good to your body that you feel like you’re about to ascend to the seventh heaven, if it ever existed.

caleb’s slate white trousers start to tighten, mainly the crotch part - he was getting impatient. he jerks his hips upward, arms wrapping around your waist as he moves you in sync with his movements. with the slightest friction and contact, a grunt bubbles from his throat, his adam’s apple bobbing at every shifting.

you lose track of everything that was happening, and all of a sudden, you find yourself naked atop his lap, heart thrumming thrice faster. with rather bleary vision, all you could make out of the sight in front were the gold chains glimmering from the dim lighting of the cockpit and the longing dancing in caleb’s eyes. he loosens the tie on his neck with one swift movement, proceeding to unbuckle the belt, setting free his dick from further restraints of his pants.

his breaths jagged, you could watch on how his clothed pecs rise and fall in irregular intervals. “the colonel is playing the game of unfairness.” you poke out of impulsiveness, but he understands as he also undoes the intricate enclosures of his torso’s uniform. a rewarding view then welcomes your vision, beads of sweat continue to rivulet down the sculpted plane of his chest. you place your hand at the middle, feeling his heartbeat pulsate along yours, matching in rhythm.

“i can’t keep still anymore.”

a burst of energy courses through caleb’s body, propping your body up just enough for his tip to meet with yours, guiding your hips - rubbing along your slicked labia. he throws his head back in gratification, the sound of his hat falling flat follows. at this point, his uniform has become so disheveled yet he doesn’t pay attention to any of that, he’s fully anchored on ravishing your body right before him, ready to be devoured.

with enough preparation, he finally thrusts inside your walls, your insides wrap around his girth, a comforting warmth wallows his cock whole. he groans, teeth gritted and pushes through to move. meanwhile you were there, feeling every crevice of your insides filled up from how big and thick he is. a naughty thought slips in your mind, if he’s always been at this size, why didn’t you do this sooner?

but perhaps it’s the waiting game that makes this a lot more rewarding.

simultaneously, caleb thinks the same. all sorts of lewd temptations rush to his consciousness, you were so tight that he feels cumming on the spot. you hook your arms around his neck and caleb accepts the gesture, his lips closing in on the shell of your ear. his ragged breaths ghost caresses on the part, sending chills up and down your spine all the while he builds his pace, rocking his hips, filling you in.

it was painfully slow, yet he hits the spot at every thrust. he savors every passing moment, “you’re so tight . . . you’re coiling around me.” he expresses, creases forming on the temples of his forehead. “how about you? are ya’ feeling good?” a visible struggle paints your expression that the colonel could only chuckle. “i reckon that you are as you cannot answer me anymore.”

he says as a matter of fact as all it took was a quick glance at the holograms in front of him, projecting the look on your face from the security cameras installed in the cockpit. one was from above, another just behind caleb’s seat, perfectly positioned to display how truly good you were feeling. he bites his lower lip and employs his evol once more to lighten the burden on your body, providing assistance to rock your body up and down in sync with his hips.

more deep growls of pleasure escape caleb’s lips and in between were the irregularities of his breaths. he tries to halt the knotting feeling surfacing inside him as he pumps himself into you deeper than before, the curvature of his cock just enough to make the tip kiss your g-spot, making your limbs shake in response to the sensation. a thick bead of saliva streams down the corner of your mouth, in which caleb pays attention to once again, basing on the holographic projection in front of him.

“you’re so beautiful.” he muses as he pulls out, only to fill you back up with every bit of his strength. “show that face only to me.” he says, repeating the same pattern of his thrusts.

“you’re . . .” you mumble, trying to muster strength to answer caleb’s lewd request. you attempt to catch your breath, “you’re the only one who i’d allow to do this to me.” upon hearing your response, bold hues of red tinge his ears, his momentum significantly picking up way beyond the male’s volition, as if it was his primal instinct acting.

all sorts of thoughts stir up in his mind— that should be right, he should be the only one. the only one who can hold you like this, the only one who can see you like this, the only one who can make you feel like this. it’s only him in this world.

selfishness? possessiveness? for him, these are terms used for folly, just mere misdirections of his true intentions. all he wants is to have you by his side, all he yearns for is his your touch; and only by doing so your safety can be guaranteed.

so it should be right for you to feel the same. after all, he’s the only one who understood you best - he has memorized every bit of your body language down to your little habits as if it were the back of his hand. he does all of these, so he never forgets.

never shall he ever forget.

“you’re the only one for me. and i’m the only one for you—“

“—no one can change that predestined fact.” his voice, seemingly like a soft reminder for your aching heart, manages to leave a searing mark.

at least this part of caleb seems true to the caleb that you once knew.

[chatnoirsss]

☽｡⋆ debonair pt. 2

🐈‍⬛ chat noir x reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ syn: you and chat become closer after an unfortunate encounter whilst fighting a villain

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ author’s note: this is pt. 2, please go check out pt. 1 for context! Also I’m sorry the og syn is very misleading 😭 this will maybe have 3-4 parts before we get Plumera and Chat interactions so please be patient.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

It’s been a few days since you’ve last talked to chat; a few days since he made it clear he only sees a duo in your superhero trio. Although you and chat are always yapping during missions, things have been quiet lately. You only talk when needed during battle, or to respond to ladybug, and you leave immediately after the mission is done. Even though chat has tried calling for you, you can’t stand to look him in the eye.

“I’m not in love with him anymore roaar! I’ve decided that he’s no good for me. I deserve to be loved by someone who’s not obsessed with another girl!” You angrily said to your Kwami. “But y/n! Ever since your first mission together, you’ve always been pining over chat.” Replied roaar. “Well apparently he was pining for ladybug the whole time. I can’t disrupt that. They’re really cute together and I think they’re meant to be.” You replied sadly. Roaar just sighed as she knew there was no getting through to you.

Adrien’s side:

“Plagg, I’ve really messed things up with Plumera! I don’t think she’ll ever speak to me again. I feel really weird about it. Since it was me talking about ladybug and I as a duo that made her upset, i haven’t flirted with ladybug in a while. Whats wrong with me?” Adrien said as he plopped down on his bed. Plagg could obviously care less about romance, but he always replied to his owner as he cared for him. “Blah blah blah, you’ve had feelings for ladybug since forever Adrien. You’ve always been in love with her so why does Plumera matter now?” He asked while scarfing down his favorite cheeses at once. “Well… I don’t know. All I know is that I really hurt her feelings on Monday, and I can’t seem to get her to even look at me anymore. I miss our jokes and her sly remarks!” He said, letting out a sigh.

“Just go for what your heart desires or whatever.” Said Plagg, rolling his eyes. “But I don’t know what I desire anymore. I feel strange after what happened on Monday. Although I’m in love with ladybug, seeing how upset I made Plumera really upsets me. Do you think what I said had to do with something personal?” Adrien asked. “As I said, do as your heart desires Adrien. If you love ladybug, then you love her, but if you think Plumera is stopping you from loving ladybug, then why not think about your feelings for her and go for her? Maybe you’re starting to love Plumera. Sometimes Adrien, you realize that your favorite cheese ever starts getting boring. So try other options and maybe you’ll find your perfect snack!” Said Plagg. “But me? In love with Plumera? She’s just a friend Plagg. Just.. a friend.” Adrien said with a bothered look on his face. “In love with Plumera…?” Adrien said to himself.

Later that day:

It was currently 6pm and you were just finishing up some homework and the last touches of a school project with roaar before you heard a loud boom. Looking out your window, you saw a villain shooting black arrows at helpless couples all across Paris. She had a boy in her hands but you couldn’t identify who it was. “If I can’t have my one true love, then no one can!” She yelled agonizingly.

“Tell me about it girl.” You scoffed before transforming. You leap to a rooftop and begin running towards the villain, before you noticed the boy she was holding was your classmate Adrien. Although you weren’t super duper close with Adrien, you’ve always sort of admired him distantly, never making a move though since you loved chat but also becuase you would never do that to Marinette. You quickly ran towards the villain, your main goal being to get Adrien to safety first. You jumped at her and began throwing kicks and punches, trying your best to avoid Adrien. You could tell in his eyes he was fearful but there was also a gleam, like he was admiring you?

Adrien’s side:

“Plagg what do I do? I can’t transform right now!” Adrien whispered, hoping the villain was distracted. “Just relax Adrien, Plumera and Ladybug will handle it.” Said Plagg. “But I need to be there to help them. And… I also need to talk to Plumera.” He muttered. Adrien sighed as he just accepted the fact he wouldn’t be able to assist in this mission. He hated that more than anything, being left out. All of a sudden Plumera charged at the villain, attacking her. The villain dodged most of all the attacks but would not let go of Adrien. Adrien could tell Plumera was holding back a bit so as to not harm him, which made him feel bad because as chat noir, he knew just how powerful you could be and how easily you could’ve fought this villain, but instead because of him, Plumera wasn’t fighting to her full potential.

Adrien began looking down before he felt the villains grip collapsing. He immediately looked up to see Plumera above him, reaching for him. She grabbed Adrien by the waist and leapt towards a safe rooftop.

Your POV:

You had successfully acquired Adrien and placed him at a safe location. “Please stay here, you’ll be safe until Ladybug, chat noir, and I resolve this.” You said. Adrien seemed to be out of it, not responding to you but instead just staring at your eyes? You were confused. “Hello? Adrien, right?” You asked. “Hmm? Oh yeah!” He jumped a little. “I-I’m sorry, I’m kinda out of it.” He said frantically. You chuckled. “Huh yeah, I would be too. Anyway please stay here. I already see Ladybug so this should be over soon. I’ll come back for you so please don’t go anywhere.” You said. You purposely left him on a rooftop so he had no other choice but to rely on you to get home. Smart, right? You thought. Although you did feel a bit bad for “taking” Marinette’s crush, you assured yourself. “It won’t hurt just to flirt with him a little as Plumera, right?” You thought. “After all, youre not y/n right now, you’re Plumera! Marinette won’t even have a clue.” You assured yourself nervously. You still had a bit of guilt in the back of your mind but brushed it off as you joined ladybug in battle.

Adrien’s side:

“Plagg, it’s time to join the action!” Adrien said after he saw Plumera leaving the rooftop. “Oh come onnn,” whined Plagg. “Didn’t Plumera tell you to stay here?” Plagg asked. Adrien gave it a thought. “I mean.. I guess? But it doesn’t matter, I need to save Paris!” He exclaimed. “I’ll just quickly detransform and meet her here after, easy peasy.” He said. Plagg rolled his eyes and Adrien quickly transformed and jumped into action.

Your POV:

You and ladybug began attacking the villain, both perfectly synchronized. You were successful until the villain shouted “Adrien will be mine!”

Ladybug was taken aback and quickly got anxious. “Adrien? Like Adrien Agreste?” She asked, letting her guard down. The villain pushed ladybug down, ladybug hitting a nearby wall. You grunted, jumping towards the villain and continuing to fight. “I have to go save Adrien!” Yelled ladybug. She seemed extremely worried for this boys safety. “It’s alright, I already have him in a safe spot.” You replied. Ladybug sighed with relief as she quickly jumped back into battle.

Chat noir jumped in and joined the two of you and together, all three of you took the villain down with chat using his cataclysm to destroy the akumatized object. Ladybug used her miraculous ladybugs to repair the city and the three of you put your fists together.

“Well I better get going, I have someone I need to take home.” You said. Chats facial expression immediately changed and he looked very nervous. “I’ve gotta bounce too, see you guys later!” He chucked nervously, quickly using his stick to get by. “Well, I guess I’ll see you later Plumera,” said ladybug. The two of you exchanged nods before you both left.

You jumped on the safe rooftop you left Adrien. You didn’t see him and your heart immediately sank to your stomach. You were mortified, looking everywhere for him. “Hey.” You heard a voice say all of a sudden. You quickly turned around to see Adrien standing behind you. You let out a just sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off your face. “Oh I thought you had left, thank god you’re still here. Very sorry for the tardiness,” you said. “Oh no it’s okay, you didn’t keep me for long.” He replied.

You paused for a second and smiled at him, noticing that he was blushing. “Well thank you for your patience. I’ll take you home now.” you said before reaching for his hand. You dove off the roof with Adrien in your arms and headed for the Agreste mansion. Being this close to Adrien made you really nervous. You knew you would never be confident enough to get this close to him as y/n, so you enjoyed it in the moment. You could feel your crush for Adrien growing as well as the guilt.

“Plumera,” Adrien said breaking the silence.

“Yes Adrien?” You replied.

“Have you ever developed feelings for someone new even though your heart originally belonged to another?” He asked. You were taken aback by this strange question and paused to think. Although you couldn’t quite relate, you wanted to validate his feelings and let him know he wasn’t alone. “It seems like whatever you’re going through is really complicated Adrien. All I know is that emotions can be tough and it takes time to understand them fully, but I want you to know you’re not alone.” You said. “Yeah, thanks.” Said Adrien. “I’m sorry I couldn’t have been more helpful. All I can say is that if the girl you’re developing feelings for resonates with you and cares about you then I think you should go for it.” You replied giving him a smile. “What if, hypothetically, the girl is currently ignoring me?” He asked. “Maybe try and talk to her. If she’s ignoring you because something upset her then talk it out with her. If you truly believe that girl is the one you want to be with then fight for it.” You suggested. Adrien smiled at you.

Adrien’s side:

“As chat noir, I never really got the chance to be so close with Plumera since we were always fighting a villain.” Adrien thought. “I also never realized how beautiful her eyes are, or how strong she looked while battling.” He thought.

Your POV:

You had finally reached the Agreste mansion and gently placed Adrien down at the gate before you two exchanged your goodbyes. You reached your house and detransformed. “What a long night Roaar.” You sighed before jumping on your bed. “You did amazing y/n!” Said Roaar as she hugged your face. “Thank you Roaar! I’m sleeping now.” You said yawning.

The next morning you saw Adrien at school. “Oh dear god.” You mumbled to yourself as the memories from last night flooded back. Luckily for you, Adrien didn’t know your secret identity so you’d be the only one with this memory.

“Yo Adrien I saw Alya’s ladyblog post from last night,” Nino said smirking at Adrien. “What?” Adrien asked confused. “The one with Plumera! You didn’t tell me you were on a date ;)” Nino said. You immediately got on your phone and checked the ladyblog. “Plumera spotted last night on a romantic getaway with Adrien Agreste on rooftop.” Read the cover title. “Ughhh Marinette’s gonna definitely hate me now!” You muttered to Roaar. “Who cares?? You got to be with Adrien that’s all that matters!” Said Roaar. You rubbed your eyes and began walking to the steps.

“Alya take this down right now!” You heard Marinette say. “What was Plumera thinking?!?” She followed. You groaned and hid your face before walking into class. You knew Marinette didn’t know your identity but you still felt bad. You felt as if you betrayed your friend. You sighed and sat down in your seat, taking out your books before class began. “I guess we’ll just have to wait and let this pass over.” You said to yourself before putting your head down.