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Pics or It Didn’t Happen

Mild salt and slight hints of Maribat, but mostly crack. 

I did get some ideas from @unmaskedagain‘s blog. 

Their ml salt and/or crack fics sustain me. 

~~~

Marinette learned pretty quickly that even if you had proof, not everyone will listen. It’s always better to have pictures than words, because more people will believe you that way. 

It was a slow burn, but Lila Rossi had successfully turned Miss Bustier’s class against the girl. It hurt when her once friends called her jealous and a bully. 

Her! Marinette! 

Did they forget that she had been bullied by Chloe for years? Why would she become a bully after being bullied herself?

And jealous? Jealous of what? Marinette’s crush on Adrien had long simmered out into nothing but cinders. The boy was a spineless coward who would rather pretend everything was ok rather than stand up and face the truth.

It hurt that this had happened, but, oddly enough, Marinette got some of her greatest allies through this. 

It started with Chloe. 

One particularly gloomy day, Marinette saw the blonde sitting alone while eating her lunch. Sabrina had long abandoned the blonde for Lila’s fool’s gold and, not for the first time in her life, Chloe felt alone.

Now, despite their long hated history, Marinette wasn’t heartless. The Ladybug in her compelled her to sit next to the blonde and eat. Chloe stared at her, surprised, but said nothing as she continued to eat herself.

That lunch started a truce and led to a friendship. 

Next was Moriah. 

Moriah was an exchange student from America. Marinette was surprised the day she walked into the bakery and saw her parents talking with a shy looking brunette girl with glasses. 

Her parents told her that Moriah was a transfer student from America  that they would be hosting for the next few years if all went well. 

Moriah was very shy around new people, so when they arrived at school the next day, she stayed close to Marinette. Lila saw this and tried to tempt her into her web of lies. 

Moriah was interested in Lila’s tales, but cautious. She looked up any proof of Lila’s stories and found no evidence. She looked up Lila’s name. Nothing. 

When she tried pointing this out to the class, she was shunned. Chloe and Marinette welcomed her with open arms. 

After a month or so, Moriah became much more comfortable. She was witty and funny, and she had no qualms about defending her friends and she always tried to remain to the side of justice. 

This was one of the reasons Marinette decided to give her a miraculous. 

After a week of living together, Moriah found out Marinette was Ladybug. The girls had to share a room and Marinette came back late in the night, still dressed as Ladybug, assuming Moriah was asleep and detransformed in her room. 

Moriah dropped the book she was reading and squeaked behind the Asian girl.

The next few days included Moriah beating herself up about not noticing that her roommate was a superhero.

About a month or two later, was when Marinette began debating whether or not she should give Chloe and Moriah a miraculous. 

Chloe, Marinette knew she wanted to give a miraculous too. The blonde had long ago proved that she was trustworthy and ready to re-wield a miraculous, but she didn’t want to risk anyone knowing that it was Chloe like with Queen Bee.

Moriah was a different story. Marinette was scared about risking something and making a mistake like she did trusting Alya. And the risk was much higher with Moriah since the brunette girl knew Marinette was Ladybug and the Guardian. 

It wasn’t until when Ondine was akumatized again that Marinette made her choice. 

Lila had manipulated Kim and convinced him to dump Ondine, to which she was akumatized into Syren again. 

Ladybug had to fight this one almost alone because recently, Chat Noir had been showing less and less. He blamed it on his other life, but Ladybug couldn’t help but get the feeling that it was because she kept rejecting him. 

It was a long hard battle and by the time it was through, Ladybug knew she needed help. If Chat Noir was going to be a little bitch, fine. But this wasn’t going to happen again. 

That day, Marinette decided to give Chloe the Fox Miraculous and Moriah the Bee Miraculous. They became the heroes; Vixen and Yellow Jacket.

(“This is why I’m a dog person.” Yellow Jacket commented, pointing at Chat Noir as he arrived late to their first fight with disdain.)

Miss Bustier’s class were both excited and confused about the new heroes. What happened to Rena Rouge? 

Alya threw her phone when she saw Ladybug announce that Vixen and Yellow Jacket would be the new, permanent holders of the miraculouses. 

Many mocked Chloe for being replaced, assuming that the girl would throw a tantrum, but she ignored them. 

What Moriah couldn’t understand is how nobody noticed how similar Vixen and Queen Bee looked. 

The next ally was Luka, who turned out to be the most helpful. 

He never knew about the tall-tales that the class had been told until one day when the girls came by to his house boat and was met with a disgruntled Moriah whose hair was cut.

Moriah had pretty magenta peek-a-boo highlights that were hardly noticeable, but Lila decided to complain that Moriah’s colored hair was distracting her. Mr Damocles ordered her to get rid of the colors from her hair or she’d be expelled. 

Moriah, while normally always respectful, especially to adults, looked stunned. She pointed to Alix and Juleka, yelling; “What about Alix and Juleka?! Their hair is more obvious than mine! Why shouldn’t they change their hair?”

She was not allowed back on campus until the color had been removed from her hair. Moriah was furious and called her parents, telling them what had happened, and told Tom and Sabine the same thing with Chloe and Marinette.

Both parties were furious, but there was nothing Moriah’s parents could do since they were in America and Tom and Sabine tried talking to Mr Damocles about the issue, stating that there was nothing in the school rules against dyed hair and why it shouldn’t be more important than the education, but the man refused to budge. 

Eventually, after three days of failing to get Mr Damocles to see reason and missed school, Tom and Sabine emailed the school board about the issue and, with no choice until they responded, Moriah was forced to get rid of her highlights.

She flat out refused to dye her hair because to get all the highlights out, they’d have to dye her whole head, so Moriah was forced to cut her locks short to remove the color. 

Needless to say, she was pissed. 

As was Luka.

The boy had grown to be good friends with the girl and liked her highlights. Seeing the rockin’ pink cut out sucked. When he asked what had happened, the girls told him everything, including Lila’s tabloid tales.

Luka was quick to pull Juleka aside and open her eyes to reason. When the girl found out the truth, the first thing she did was tell Rose. 

The blonde girl’s eyes were opened too, and were quick to fill with tears. Everything was a lie. How could they have been so stupid? Then they remembered that Marinette had tried to warn them and were overcome with guilt. How could they make it up to her?

Marinette, Chloe, and Moriah were watching Heathers (Moriah’s suggestion) in Marinette’s room with their kwamis when Rose and Juleka entered. (Tikki, Pollen, and Trixx hid before the girls could see them)

The movie was paused and the girls stared at each other, waiting for something to happen. There was a beat of silence before Rose burst into tears.

“Marinette, we’re so sorry! We should’ve listened to you!” 

Rose and Juleka told them that Luka had opened their eyes and that they never should have believed Lila’s stories and how they had tried to prove it to Ivan and Mylene too, but they wouldn’t listen. 

They ended their apology by saying; “We know we don’t deserve your forgiveness, but we are sorry and we want to make it up to you. Starting with this.”

Both girls handed Marinette two hundred dollars each. Marinette looked between the girls and the money in shock. 

“It’s payment for everything you’ve done for us. Every dress, outfit, accessory, baked good, everything. We know it isn’t enough, but it’s all we can afford right now. We promise to give you more once we have it.”

There were a few minutes of silence after that. Marinette blinked at the girls before tearing up and smiling.

“No. You don’t have to give me anymore. This will do.” She reassured. 

Rose and Juleka awkwardly nodded, but Marinette could tell they were somewhat relieved. There was an awkward silence before Moriah spoke up. 

“I know you’re lesbians, but do you want to drool over JD with us?”

Rose and Juleka blushed, but nodded their heads happily, rushing over to join the group.

It wasn’t just the girls though. Nathaniel never believed the stories, but was scared about what would happen if he spoke up. Seeing Rose and Juleka of all people step up made him join too. Marinette also had allies in students in other classes too, like Marc, Calude, and Aurore as well as in other schools, like Kagami and Felix. For the first time in a long time, Marinette felt much better. 

She should have known it wouldn’t last. 

That night she and Moriah returned to their room after patrol, she should have noticed that her sketchbook wasn’t where she left it on her desk. 

She should have noticed when she and Moriah got up in the morning, but they were so exhausted from the night before to think of anything more than food and getting ready. 

The girls met up with Chloe at the school gates and they had just walked into the classroom when they saw Alya talking with Miss Bustier, Lila and her sheep herded on one side of the room and the rest on the other side, looking murderous. Marinette almost instantly got a gut feeling that something was wrong.

Boy was she right.

When the girls were noticed, Lila’s sheep gave them smug looks while the girl herself gave them a faux innocent look. 

She did something.

Miss Bustier cleared her throat before turning to face the girls. 

“Girls, because of your behavioral issues, the class decided that it would be best if you three didn’t go on the class trip.”

Oh yeah, the class trip. 

During the third and final year, the seniors of the school were allowed a class trip. It was to be organized by the class, mostly the president, and the entire class had to do fundraisers to pay for it. 

To be completely honest, the last thing the three girls wanted to do was go on a trip with their class. Nathaniel and Marc had gotten an internship at DC Comics (courtesy of MDC) and that was taking place exactly during the class trip and Luka and Juleka’s mom decided that they were going to sail around the world this summer and Rose got permission to tag along. 

It would only be the three girls together with a class who hated them, but Marinette was the class president and had to organize it, and if she had to organize the whole thing then she was going to enjoy the fruits of her labor. And Chole and Moriah weren’t going to let her suffer alone. 

The bluenette had already begun planning the trip. Places to go and fundraising to do. She even decided to go ahead and book reservations. It was unfair!

Marinette opened her mouth to argue when her eye caught something in the trash that made her heart stop. 

Praying she was wrong, she slowly walked to the trash can and pulled out it’s contents. 

There was her sketchbook, tattered and torn.

She couldn’t believe it. Marinette started hyperventilating, looking at the scraps of her work.

Marinette had several sketchbooks, she filled them out rather fast, but that specific sketchbook was one filled with the design ideas she had for Jagged Stone’s tour that was happening this summer. 

Marinette felt the world around her spiralling. She felt dizzy. Distantly she could hear people calling her name, but couldn’t comprehend it. 

She felt sick. 

She was going to be sick! 

That was the last thing she remembered before running home, people calling her name as she left the school.

~~~

Always make friends with people who are loyal. 

A good friend will make you feel better after someone hurt you. 

But a best friend will skip beside you with an old, rusty bat singing “Someone’s gonna get it~”

After Marinette ran out, Chloe, Moriah, Juleka, Rose, and Nathaniel all screamed at their classmates and teacher, telling them how incompetent they were. Moriah, too angry to remember how to speak french, called them scum sucking creeps of the earth that Satan wouldn’t even want in hell. 

It probably would’ve gone farther, but the three competent classmates gave Chloe and Moriah a look and told them to go after Marinette. 

The girls listened with no hesitation. 

They ran all the way to the Dupan-Cheng bakery. They walked in and Tom and Sabine looked at them before glancing upstairs with sad looks. Both girls knew immediately what they meant. They went upstairs to see Marinette doing breathing exercises, trying to keep from crying or even being sad at all. Tikki was patting her wielder’s leg. 

Moriah instantly ran over to Marinette while Chloe was quick to close any windows, doors, and cover any cracks and creases that an akuma could get through before joining them

Fuck Hawkmoth! There was no way the girls were going to let Marinette try and keep this bottled up so that she wouldn’t get akumatized. 

Chloe decided that the best thing for them to do was go to her father’s hotel and have a girls night, which is precisely what they did. What Marinette didn’t know was that there was a double meaning behind it.

The girls and their kwamis spent the night eating junk food and watching chick-flicks like Legally Blonde and Mean Girls. Rose, Juleka, and Nathaniel told the others what had happened, and Chloe and Moriah were met with numerous texts, asking if they needed to come over, but the girls reassured everyone that they had it covered.

Finally, Marinette had passed out. It was after midnight and Chloe and Moriah exchanged looks before getting to work. 

Tip-toeing out of the room, closing the door behind them, Moriah unlocked Marinette’s phone and opened her contacts. 

Scrolling down the list, taking note of a few names she wanted to ask the bluenette about later, she found the contact they were looking for. 

Jagged Stone. 

Hitting the face-time button, the girls waited for Jagged to answer. The rock star was currently in America, and should only be mid afternoon over there. Even if it wasn’t, he’d stop in the middle of a live concert if Marinette was calling him.

Sure enough, after two beeps, the screen changed to Jagged’s face.

“Marinette, love! So good to hear from you-” He stopped short when he saw the two girls, neither of which being his honorary niece.

“Moriah? Chloe? What’re you doing calling me on Marinette’s phone?”

That was all it took before the girls told him everything. Lila’s stories, all worthy of a lawsuit, what happened to Marinette’s sketchbook, they even emailed him pictures of the texts that the class had sent to Marinette, most of which encuriged the girl to comitte suicide, and a link to the LadyBlog to prove that everything was true.

About midway during their confession, Penny had appeared on the screen, reading the emails that the girls had sent her. By the time Chloe and Moriah were finished, the pair looked like they wanted to commit murder.

Jagged yelled in fury, wanted to take legal action immediately, but Moriah cut in before he could.

“I agree with you Jagged, but what Marinette needs is a break. She needs a vacation from her class and Paris in general.” 

Chloe nodded in agreement.

Jagged brought a hand to his chin in thought. The girls had a point, but what to do? 

~~~

It was Penny’s idea. 

The first thing the girls did in the morning was burn all the plans that Marinette had made for the trip. They cancelled the reservations and when they got to school, Marinette walked up to Miss Buster’s desk and said; “I’m resigning as class president. If the class doesn’t want Chloe, Moriah, and I to join them on the class trip, then I won’t plan it.”

And that was it. 

Lila had been chosen as the new class president.

To her credit, she did do a decent job. She had decent fundraising ideas, but she started late in the school year, so the class only raised enough money to go to Disneyland Paris.

Chloe snorted.

The class attended the trip in June. Their social media and camera rolls filled with pictures. Most of the captions read that they were glad to get away from the bullies at school.

It wasn’t till after the trip that they found out what happened with the girls. 

It was Alix who found out first. In the class group chat, save the three ‘bullies,’ Alix texted: “OMG, look at this!”

Underneath was a picture of the three girls at the airport with Jagged Stone, Penny, and Fang. The three were posing like Charlie’s Angels, wearing huge grins, with the caption: “Touring with Jagged Stone All Summer!!”

Penny was a genius. 

Lila looked at her phone in horror. This couldn’t be happening.

Oh, my dear liar, but it is!

The first stop was Gotham. Jagged was performing at a Gala hosted by Bruce Wayne, which the girls would be attending. But first, they got a tour of Wayne industries. 

The first picture in Gotham was taken by Moriah at Wayne industries. She was looking at the phone camera like she was on the Office while very clearly behind her you could see Marinette talking with Damian Wayne, the youngest Wayne son, and Chloe talking with a boy named Jonathan ‘Jon’ Kent, son of famous reporters Lois Lane-Kent and Clark Kent. Alya nearly snapped her phone in half when she recognized the boy. The pairs were obviously flirting. The picture’s captain read: ”First Day in Gotham and I’m already a fifth wheel.”

The next two pictures taken were a surprise to everyone. 

They were taken by Chloe in the late night streets of Gotham. The first one was a picture of Marinette sitting on the driver’s seat of the batmobile looking like all her dreams had come true while Batman stood beside her, arms crossed, looking rather stern.

The second picture was Moriah holding two pistols with starry eyes with Red Hood standing beside her, explaining to her how to shoot them, with an alarmed Marinette and Nightwing running towards them in the background. 

The girls did take a selfie with the entire Batfam, but they decided not to post that one.

The next few days were mainly pictures of the girls sightseeing (with the occasional sneaky picture Moriah took of her friends with Damian and Jon). However, at one point the girls were adopted (kidnapped) by Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. Chloe and Marinette both agree that the weirdest thing that happened in Gotham was Moriah bonding with a talking plant named Frank.

Eventually, it was the night of the Wayne Gala. None of the girls took pictures of the gala, but the entrance was on tv, which Miss Bustier’s class made a movie night out of. 

Sure enough, walking down the red carpet were the girls. Marinette had made new outfits for all of them, just for the gala, and they were stunning.

Marinette wore a long scarlet dress. It was fashioned like a traditional chinese dress, but more Marinette-y. There were intricate designs stitched in black around the bottom of the dress with a silk sash tied around her waist. Her hair was pulled up into a bun with a fancy stain glass rose pin in it. 

Chloe wore a glamorous gold mermaid dress. It shimmered with every step she took with glittering blue details on the top that matched her makeup. And if you looked down, you could see her wearing gold, literal gold, heels. Her hair was down in beach wave curls with blue strands woven into it.

Lila and Alya screamed when they saw both girls being escorted in by Damian Wayne and Jon Kent respectively. 

Jagged and Penny were linked together. Penny wore a v-neck, sleeveless shimmering silver dress, also made by Marinette, while Jagged wore a dark purple suit. It looked pretty monotone for the man at first, but when lights hit the suit, you could see that there had been music notes embroidered into the suit that turned it into a rainbow of color.

Moriah’s dress came as a bit of a surprise. Marinette knew Moriah was more comfortable in pants than a dress, but she still wanted the girl to wear a dress, so they compromised. Moriah wore a dress that was also crossed with a suit. Kind of like Garnet’s wedding dress from Steven Universe.

She wore a tuxedo jacket over a white, sleeveless dress that draped down longer in the back, shorter in the front. She had a red sash wrapped around her waist and black tights with red shoes to match. Around her neck was a shirt collar and bow-tie that she wore like a choker. Her hair was half up and half down in curls. Moriah wasn’t one to wear make up, but since it was a special occasion, she wore some mascara and a little lipstick.

The biggest surprise was her escort. 

Walking beside her was Fang, dressed in his own original Marinette tux that matched Jagged’s.

For the rest of the night, nobody knew what happened to the girls at the gala. It wasn’t until the next morning that they found out.

Chloe and Marinette spent most of the night hanging out with Jon and Damian, but whenever they weren’t doing that, they talked with the other guests, most of whom asked for the designer of their outfits, which really boosted traffic on Marinette’s website. 

Moriah hung out around the dessert table most of the night, snacking on a bit of everything, while talking with the other Wayne sons. At some point, totally unclear on the how and why, Moriah and the oldest Wayne son, Dick Grayson, got into a dance fight. The gala ended before the fight did, so they had to call a draw.

Their next destination was New York, but they made a slight detour to Metropolis per Jon and Chloe’s request. They got a VIP tour of the Daily Planet and met Jon’s parents: Lois Lane-Kent and Clark Kent. 

Moriah recorded Lois tearing into the LadyBlog with a grin on her face, having no remorse in posting it online.

Alya couldn’t understand it as she watched her idol tearing into her life’s work.

Then the girls’ mentioned BugOut, the blog Aurore ran, and Lois was a lot more pleasant. 

Alya threw her phone when she got a text from Nino that Marinette got Aurore an internship at the Daily Planet for winter and spring break, and possibly summer if she did well.

The next picture posted was the first one Marinette took. It was of her two friends hanging off Superman’s massive muscles as he flexed. Chloe denies ever drooling.

After that, they left for New York. Specifically, the Avengers’ Tower. It was the anniversary of when the Avengers first became a team, and Tony Stark, an old friend of Jagged’s, highered the man to play at the party. 

Before then, they toured the Avengers tower. At one point, they walked in to see Captain America, Bucky Barns, and Thor working out. Shirtless. Moriah let out a quiet but passionate “Hell yes” when they saw them. 

After the three men, regretfully, put on their shirts, they showed off their equipment. Chloe couldn’t help but squeal when Captain America handed her his shield. Marinette grinned as she hung off Bucky’s metal arm as he flexed it. Moriah was once again handed guns, this time by Black Widow, which were once again promptly taken from her.

After all that excitement came the big guns. Per the girls’ request, Penny recorded them trying to lift Thor’s hammer. It was all fun and games until Marinette easily picked it up. It was dead quiet before Thor’s voice thundered across the room.

“She is worthy! I must take her to Asgard with me!” 

Tony took a step forward. “Thor, you can’t take a child.” He stressed.

Thor tilted his head at the millionaire like a puppy. Moriah winced, grabbing her heart. That face was too cute for a grown-ass space god.

“Then what is the spider-kid?”

Tony faceplamed. “He’s my intern and protege. I’m his mentor!”

“Then I shall be this child’s mentor!”

“No!”

“Miss Potts can be Chloe’s mentor, for they are both fit to rule!” Chloe preened at this. 

“Thor, no!”

Moriah raised her hand. “Can the kick-ass, Russian spy be my mentor?”

Natasha raised an eyebrow at the girl before smirking.

“Yes! Black Widow will become Moriah’s mentor! It all works out! Now, I must take my new protege to Asgard to meet the All-Father.”

“Thor, no!” 

“Don’t you take my niece!” Jagged ran into the phone’s picture, looking ready to fuck-up a god. 

The video ended with Penny dropping the phone and running towards Jagged who was now riding on Thor’s back, pulling his hair.

The video went viral in an hour. 

Lila’s hands trembled as she watched the video, feeling herself paleing. She had become enemies with someone who could lift Thor’s hammer.

This wasn’t posted, but shortly after Penny got Jagged off Thor, Loki appeared. He tried explaining that he felt powerful magic coming from the tower, but was cut short when Moriah tackled him to the ground in an aggressive hug.

While we’re on the subject of proteges, at some point, Peter came over. He heard that Jagged Stone was at the tower and wanted to meet him. He, Ned, and MJ were huge fans and he really needed an autograph. 

Friday told him that Jagged was with the other Avengers in the training room. Promptly saying thanks to the A.I, the spider boy practically ran to the room. What he didn’t expect was to open the door to see a short, brunette girl German suplex the Winter Soldier while wearing heels. (A trick Natasha had taught her. The Black Widow took being a mentor very seriously.)

Tony turned to see who was at the door and was met with a red faced, dazed Peter Parker who was clutching the area over his heart like it was about to beat out of his chest.

“Natasha, your kid broke my minion!”

(Now Marinette and Chloe got their fill of taking sneaky pictures of Moriah and Peter.)

The girls did normal sightseeing stuff around New York. They went to a town called Riverdale and Moriah met a guy named Jughead. They bonded over having friends with love issues that attracted endless people while they just wanted to eat burgers.

At some point they were in another dangerous situation, but this time they met some guy named Deadpool who would make this One-Shot Rated-R if I actually put anything he said in it.

While in New York, they went to two Broadway Musicals. The first one was Phantom of the Opera. (Jagged didn’t really want to see this one, but he was outnumbered one to four. (Five including Fang. The crocodile had a weird love for Opera music.)) They also had a backstage pass where pictures of Marinette conversing with the person in charge of costumes, Chloe complementing the actress who played Christine, and Moriah hugging the actor who played the Phantom were taken.

After that, Jagged took them to see Hamilton. What the girls’ didn’t know, however, was that this was a special show with the original cast. Moriah screamed when she saw Lin Manuel-Miranda on the stage as Alexander Hamilton and when they went backstage, Moriah started crying when the cast greeted her.

Mylene, who admired the man herself, felt her heart break when she saw the picture of a joy-crying Moriah hugging Lin.

After that, they went to Florida for Jagged’s next concert at Universal Studios. They didn’t meet anyone famous there, but the class were still envious of the pictures. 

Moriah was a huge Potter Head, so this was a dream come true. She hissed at Marinette and Chloe when they playfully mocked her Hufflepuff shirt while they sported matching Slytherin shirts. 

They also went to Disney World, which was also a dream come true. The funniest thing that happened there was while Jagged and Moriah were off trying to waste hundreds of dollars on ice cream and other junk food with Penny trying to stop them, one of the park’s managers thought that Chloe and Marinette were supposed to fill-in for two of the disney princesses. Jagged, Penny, and Moriah came back to find Chloe dressed like Elsa and Marinette dressed like Mulan. Moriah laughed hysterically at the two girls until the same park manager pulled her away and she came out dressed like Belle.

Originally, Florida was supposed to be the final place, but there was a last minute change. Turns out that Jagged Stone has a sister who lives in Japan with a daughter named Kyoko Jirou.

While they were on tour, Jirou and her classmates had done a performance for their school’s festival.

Jagged, of course, was inspired and requested Penny to schedule one last performance in Japan where he’d have Jirou and her band open for him. It would be a nonprofit concert since Jagged wanted it within the next two weeks, but that didn’t bother him. 

The girls had to check in with their parents, but they were allowed to go with Jagged to Japan. 

Since it would take every waking moment to plan the concert and write a new song for it, Jagged had the girls join Jirou’s class for the time being despite being a little older.

The first picture taken was Moriah performing the German suplex Natasha taught her on a hot, ash-blonde guy named Katsuki Bakugou who said that the girls looked weak. 

The next thing that was posted was a selfie of the three girls wearing the UA gym uniforms with the caption: “Training at the USJ.” With them in the picture were Momo and Hagakure, both of which were adorning new hero costumes.

Marinette took one look at their old costumes and went on a rampage. In the time span of two days, she managed to make both girls new suits (with the help of the support course). 

Momo kept her red and white color scheme, but it became a two piece outfit that was pretty similar to a female wrestler’s costume, but with knee and elbow pads. To avoid showing too much skin, they used strands of Momos hair as a way to let her creations move past the more intimate areas of her body. Momo kept her heeled boots because if Black Widow and Wonder Woman can kick ass in heels then so could she, but Moriah gave the suggestion of being able to snap the heels off and use them like throwing darts.

Hagakure’s suit was made out of reflective lenses that could turn her completely invisible without having to be naked, but also amplify any light she admitted. She got a chest plate tank top and pants with built in kneepads. Her boots were sound absorbent for stealth and she also got a pair of rocking goggles to keep her from blinding herself.

Needless to say, both girls were satisfied with their new looks.

For the next couple of days, they took pictures of Class 1-A. Marinette was the only one who could get a picture with the Class 1-A homeroom teacher, Mr. Aizawa. Probably because she made him a new sleeping bag as an apology for their intrusion.

Funny story: When he saw Jagged Stone, he paled, before muttering “Oh dear god, there’s two of them” under his breath repeatedly. The girls didn’t understand this until they met Present Mic.

Moriah and Katsuki somewhat got along after the german suplex incident and she hung out with the Baku-Squad. Chloe took a bit of an interest in a duel-haired boy named Todoroki who hung out with a boy named Izuku Midoryia and the Deku-Squad. Izuku and Marinette got along swimmingly, just don’t look directly at them. It’s harmful to look at the sun, let alone two.

At one point, they met Endeavor. All three girls called him out and chastised him for being a horrible father and human being. Chloe took the lead on this. (Todoroki started looking at her in a new light.)

The next big news that Miss Buister’s class got wasn’t from stalking the girls’ social media. It was the Japanese news. The class couldn’t believe it when they saw that Ladybug, Vixen, and Yellow Jacket were in Japan. 

Originally the girls were only planning on going shopping, but when they saw the villain attack, their hero instincts took over and they transformed and apprehended the perp. To avoid suspicion, Vixen cast an illusion to make it look like Marinette, Chloe, and Moriah were in the background in the crowd.

The girls were interviewed by the press. Well… Ladybug and Vixen conversed with the press while Yellow Jacket was giddily talking in the background with the pro hero Hawks, who the girls had aided, with a vibrant blush on her face.

Non Surprisingly, Izuku was there. Ladybug gave him the most attention out of all the interviewer’s. (Block your eyes from the sunshine rays!)

The next day, things got even crazier. All three girls were kidnapped by the League of Villains. U.A, Jagged, and Penny were in a panic until Moriah posted a selfie, looking so done with the world, with a black haired, scared man with piercings beside her staring at the phone camera like he was on the Office. 

\In the background, Marinette was chastising the villains about how rude it was to kidnap people while Chloe insulted their base’s decor. The caption read: “These idiots didn’t even take our phones.”

They were found two days later by a group of pro-heroes, led by current No. 1 hero, Endeavor, but when the heroes burst in, they stopped short at the sight in front of them.

The heroes found a very smug Marinette demolishing a very pissed Shigaraki at a video game while Chloe, Toga, Magne, and Twice were doing each other’s nails in the corner while gossiping. In another corner of the room, Dabi had decided to give Moriah new, vibrant blue highlights that matched his eyes. 

The entire base was refurbished.

The heroes were stunned long enough for the LoV to escape.

The girls had to use the horse miraculous to return to Paris several times to deal with akumas, but it was worth it. 

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Jagged’s trip was soon over and the girls returned to Paris. 

The moment they walked into the classroom they were met with glares ranging from weak to pure shade. 

While they were on the trip, Jagged had told every important person they came across every tabloid lie Lila had spun and she was met with a tsunami of lawsuits. As was the LadyBlog. Alya’s eyes were red and puffy, but she still gave a heated glare towards Marinette. 

The rest of the class wasn’t off the hook, either. With all the evidence Moriah and Chloe had shown Jagged, the entire class were sued for harassment. 

After finally getting to the email Tom and Sabine sent, the school board had found out about everything. Mr Damocles and Miss Bustier had been told to hit the road, and were promptly replaced with new, competent teachers. 

The girls gave a bright smile before sitting in the back of the class, high-fiving Nathaniel, Rose, and Juleka on the way.

Best. Vacation. Ever.

She's singing my jam!!!! 🚀🚉🚸⛽🅿

Rock Star

I was feeling a bit of writer’s block this morning. So I went through my prompts and found this awesome one. It has a bit of angst.

  She lost her friends. The boy she was in love with broke her heart. No one in class apart from Chloe would even speak to her anymore. Lila’s lies had taken root in class, leaving Marinette in the back alone and abandoned. The worst part was that Marinette didn’t even know if she could be friends with any of her classmates again after the truth was exposed. In the effort to cling tighter to the coattails of someone who promised them the world, they had abandoned a childhood friend as if the friendship meant nothing; as if Marinette meant nothing. And as if that wasn’t enough, Akumas were getting stronger every day. Chat Noir was pushier than ever before. Most days it was all too much.

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Wow... 😳😳😳😳

💻👿💻😖💻😒💻😂

😭💻😂💻😖💻😱💻

rapture

requested by ann!

pairing: bakugo x fem!reader

contains: smut, praise kink, size kink, breeding kink, mating press (ooh) aftercare at the end!

w.c: 1.3k

a.n: head empty, its 2:30am here rn lul 

Eyes screwed shut in pain, you trembled above Bakugo’s cock, squeezing his biceps for balance. 

“Shit, baby, you’re doing so well,” he grunted, reaching behind him to grip the headboards.

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I bow before this shipping! I'm not worthy!!!!🕡🕕🕠🕗🕣

And We’ll Always Be Royal

          I was reading some of @miraculous-of-salt​ fics and really got inspired to create something of my own.  Inspired by a pairing I adore when ever they write about them. I don’t think I ever really focused just on this pairing before so I decided to give it a sjot. There is a lot of salt ahead for the usally people, and Adrien.

  Marinette hadn’t been least bit surprised when showed up at her locker. She eventually, sooner or later, he’d show. He was biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The devil always has his day, as her grandmother used to say. It’s why he’s so patient.

           He never rushed Marinette, never pressured her. He never whispered lies in her ears or played little tricks to make things go his way fast. He did with nearly everyone else in the world but not with Marinette. Never Marinette.            In his eyes, Marinette was his equal. She was intelligent, extremely talented, sharp-tongued, poised, beautiful. She had obtained success with her MDC designs that most kids and people twice her age could only dream about and was still going places.  She was nowhere near her pique. She had a fire inside her that could consume the world, and it was more than a match for ice inside of him. Marinette was the only person that ever came to his mind when he thought of who would stand at his side when he ruled the business world with an iron fist.

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Blush and fainted... ¯\(°_o)/¯

I…I need slightly skeevy Bakugou falling so deeply in love with you that he thinks of so many ways to trap you with him. The first, and most appealing, is getting you pregnant. So he hides (read: throws) away your birth control pills and next time he’s balls deep in your cunt he ignores the small pleas of “Katsuki I forgot to take my pill today”. That just get him rock hard and fucks into you even harder. He can picture it: ur soft breasts swollen and heavy, and ur tummy round and plump with his HIS kid. The kid would have ur wonderful curls and his eyes and he gets so overwhelmed he shoots ropes of cum into you.

cw: smut, mdni 18+, dub-con ? ( tagged with non-con too ), baby trapping, forced breeding, bakugou throws away birth control, scummy!bakugou and fem!reader.

:(( scumbag boyfriend!bakugou keeps you folded like a little deck chair, shivering as he forces himself brutally into your plush little pussy— probably stops wearin’ condoms too, especially after he’s chucked out your birth control— you’re so hot, so fucking tight around him with that stupid piece of latex outta the way...could you blame him now for breeding your little hole? surely you couldn’t, if you knew how it felt to have you wrapped around him like that, there’s no way you would blame him.

‘n besides, katsuki’s gotta keep you for himself. can’t have anyone rocking into your perfect pussy the way he does, getting his tummy slicked up with all that you leak— your fingers curling in his hair while you beg him to stop but your face pleads him to thrust there— right there. hitting the spot that makes the world a little clear and the sunshine a little brighter and butterflies dance in your lower belly.

“please don’ cum in me ‘suki,” you’re tellin’ him, begging him through your feather light and whiny gasps, your eyes are fuzzy and your mouth open wide with pleasure, taunting bakugou to spit in it and fill up a second hole with all of him. “gotta pull out, kay? don have any pills...forgot to take it—!” the heel of your foot starts digging into his lower back so hard that if he really wanted to pull out, he couldn’t. you’re practically begging him to trap you, keep you tied down with his brat and so is your warm little cunt. oh you want it so bad, he can tell by the way you greedily suck him in with every draw back of his hips— gummy walls clinging to every vein on his fat cock.

“why baby? you wan’ it, you wan’ it so fuckin’ bad,” he grunts, sharp teeth bearing down on your pretty neck— lewd slapping sounds twisting with the sex scented air, you keep on going to him. keep on gushing from between your puffy pussy lips and clawing at his back to bring katsuki closer and closer until your sweaty bodies are pressed up against each other. “you love this cock, you love me, don’t you?”

and of course you say yes, through ugly babyish tears and weak nods, making katsuki’s heart swell because his sweet girl loves him that much that she’d give him a baby? even if he threw away your pills and told you condoms you were for extras, you still loved him enough to cry on his cock and clamp down on him with a vice fucking grip that could milk the life out of him if he wasn’t holding back enough to make you cum too. calloused fingers flick at your swollen clit, rub and pinch your raw cunt until you’re arching your back and screaming for more more more.

you’re so good, you don’t even know it, body telling katsuki everything he wants to hear as he fucks you— shoves himself deep inside your wet walls, cockhead ripe with pre catching on every ridge. you want this baby, your body screams when your tits bounce at every thrust bakugou gives you— making him imagine how gorgeous they’ll be when full with milk for his shitty kid. he grips your thighs with his same rough palms, thinking of how doughy and pudgy they’ll become as you get rounder and rounder with his baby. he’ll wanna fuck you so bad, even more so than before— see if he can squeeze another brat into your cunt along side the one he’s about to give you.

and at the end of it, you’ll be stuck at home with leaky breasts and a bouncing baby, waiting for your scummy boyfriend at the end of everyday with a kiss and meal on the table all for him. bakugou needs that, he can’t just keep his desires in his head anymore. so he lets loose, languidly thrusting into your cunt even after you’ve squirted and your release is sloshing around between your bodies. the bed creaks below you and your cunt spasms so hard you might push katsuki out of you— it’s too late to say no now, you’ve been asking for it for so long now.

forehead pressed against yours, bakugou’s blonde hair sticking to your sweaty faces. “gonna cum, gonna fuckin’ cum, better take all this cum...yeah? yeah? fuck yeah,” his speech is slurred, tuning out all of your shouts and moans of protest that give away how much desire you still hold for your boyfriend. and before you know it, his balls stop slapping against your ass when he stills his hips, emoting a fresh load of his hot cum into your awaiting and abused cunt— bakugou thrusts once or twice more to make it stick, lining your fertile womb with potent white until some of it spills out like cream against his softening shaft— keeping your body trapped under his.

Wow... That's so hot... 😳😳😳😳😳

The Gunslinger and His Sleeping Beauty

Pairing: Percy de Rolo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, gentle sex, soft sex, messy sex, creampie, somnophilia

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: First nsfw fic for my 5k follower event. The prompt was "somnophilia" with Percy. You can take a look at my other fics for this event, there's the wholesome list and the dark list. Take your pick.

You've gotten used to it over the years, waking up with Percy's cock deep inside you, thrusting in and out, his hands on your tits, his mouth on your neck, your shoulder, his voice hoarse, grunting and whispering how good you feel, how he loves you.

You first brought up the idea a few years ago, when you were already well into your relationship but before you got married. You'd woken up to him painfully hard and gripping his cock tight in his hand, a subtle blush on his cheeks when he noticed your woke up.

"Percy?" You mumble, voice heavy with sleep, eyes barely open.

"I'm sorry darling. I'm... I've been thinking about you on my way home. But I suppose that's it is a little late. Don't worry. I can take care of it. Go back to sleep." He kept his voice barely above a whisper, only increasing when he would stroke up, slowly milking his cock, trying his hardest not to disturb you.

He doesn't look very comfortable, his cock looks painfully hard, the tip bright red, and you couldn't see his balls but you could have only guessed how full they were.

You roll over on your back and threw the covers off. You were clad only in your nightgown, the peaks of your breasts already hard and showing through the material. You spread your legs apart, the nightgown hiking further up, "That doesn't look like it feels very good. I'm sure I'd sure I'd feel a lot better."

"Huh? But... I thought you were tired." He stopped his strokes and held his cock firmly at the base, he was already straining not to come.

"I am." You yawn and arch your back a little, "You know... I don't have to be awake for you to use my pussy. You can help yourself."

"H-Help myself." Percy gulps hard, his cock twitching in his grip, "You'd be asleep. Are you sure it's ok for me to-"

"I'm already wet." You interrupt him, "Just come here. It's alright. I'm giving you permission. It might feel good for me too. Give me some nice wet dreams, get me ready for the morning." Despite how sleepy you were your voice still managed to sound sultry, beckoning Percy toward you, until he was kneeling between your legs.

His hands hiked your nightgown up, and sure enough your pussy was dripping. He ran one finger through your folds, then dipped it inside, testing. You only sighed and let your eyes fall closed. "Oh fuck." He groaned, your juices dripping down his finger, making his dick pulse with need. "Okay, okay, sweetheart. I'm gonna give you my cock now. Take you. Fill you up slowly."

A small whimper falls from your barely parted lips when his cock slides in, going inch by inch, until his hips are flush with your own. Percy lets out a barely suppressed moan. You can feel the pressure of him, of his cock stretching your cunt, your walls gripping and releasing as he drags his cock out, then sinks it back in just as slow.

The slow, gentle pace, combined with his soft lips on your neck lulls you back to sleep, and indeed that night you did have a very wonderful dream. One where Percy came inside you again and again, calling you beautiful, moaning low and growly in your ear, cursing to high heaven at how good and tight and warm your cunt felt around his dick, how he wants to give you every drop, make you pregnant.

You wanted all of it. Then and every night after.

Sometimes he lost himself in the moment and let himself go a little harder, which did wake you up, but you didn't mind. Like right now, when you're roused from your dream only to see his face buried between your breasts, his moans muffled as his fingers grip your thighs, his his slamming his hard cock inside you almost desperately.

"You feel wonderful around my cock. Gods I can feel it. I can feel how much it wants my cum, how much it needs to be filled and breed. I want that too sweetheart. I want to fill you up to the brim, make you a mess with my cum. Fuck! Tighter, you're getting tighter." Percy lets out a long groan, his pace slightly faltering as you come around his cock. "Keep it up, keep tightening up around me. Keep milking my cock until you're pregnant."

You can't hold back anymore, your hands fly around his back, the sudden movement startling him a little but he finds his pace again, if anything he starts fucking you even faster, filling the room with sloppy wet sounds.

His cum is already making a mess of your thighs, you feel sticky, dirty, wanted, and so well fucked. "You're filling me up so well love. I love how your cock feels, even when I'm asleep I can feel it deep in my cunt."

"You can huh? You dream about it when I'm fucking you? I know you do. Your moans always give you away. Ah and the way your ripple around me. You're wonderful, absolutely wonderful. I love you, I love you so damn much. I'm gonna give you another load of my cum, are you ready for it?" He looks up at you, and even through the darkness you can feel the heat and love of his gaze. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, and you give him a very firm nod. You feel a warm flood of his cum, adding to the already full feeling inside your cunt. He keeps his hips against yours until he's absolutely sure his balls are empty, that all of his cum is now inside.

Percy takes deep breaths, his body heavy on top your you, his arms winding around your lower back. His lips are hot against your skin, "I love you." You run your hands through his short hair. It's normally pretty soft to your touch, but now it feels slightly damp from the sweat. In fact both your bodies are incredibly sweaty, not to mention the mess of cum between your legs and on your thighs. "Quick bath and then a few more hours of sleep?"

"Okay." He groans heavily as he lifts himself up, "Lock your legs around me, I want to keep my cum right where it belongs for as long as possible."

"So needy." You smile at him. Percy chuckles as he kisses your cheek and lifts your both up. You listen to his words, your legs firmly locked around his hips, his hands under your ass, squeezing playfully and thrusting his cock up, "Percy." You whine, "I'm sore. Please."

He laughs, "I know." He kisses your forehead, "I'm just teasing you. Lets go take a bath now yeah?" You nod into his shoulder, feeling any trace of sleep melt away as you approach the bathroom.

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cw: monsterfucking, noncon, breeding, knotting, tummy bulging, cervix fucking

Absolutely nasty thought… hiking into the forest to do some yoga cuz nature is relaxing and the most aesthetic thing to be surrounded by while doing an equally relaxing activity. You roll your mat out on a small clearing and start with breathing exercises. Then you move on to stretching and actually poses, too focused to be aware of the creature slowly stalking your way through the bushes, cautious footsteps too faint for the distracted mind hear to hear.

You bend forward to do the downward dog, breathing in time to your core muscles tightening, holding the pose and counting down in your brain- only to lose track of it when you see a pair of paws behind you, long fluffy trail swiping the grass blades behind them.

There’s a tight grip on your hip. Then a loud ripping sound- leggings and panties torn off right at the middle and exposing your mound to the cool air, your sharp gasp drowned out by a low growl.

“Already presenting, human?” Wolf Bakugou licks at his fangs, already salivating at the whiff of your scent mixed with a dash of fear and humping his fat cock between your folds, tiny little squeal jolted out of you. “As if I’d ignore such an enticing offer.”

A few more grinds spreading his pre all over you, wolf Bakugou bucks forward to the tip of his dick into you and you’re clawing at your training mat when the bulbous head pops into your pussy, wide eyes glossing over because nothing has ever stretched you this wide. Your calves burn from the holding yourself on your tip toes and your walls are shoved apart to take more of such a monstrous cock, a pull on your hips slapping you back on the feral wolf, electricity zipping up your spine as you’re lazily rocked back and forward on his shaft.

“So damn small.” Wolf Bakugou snarls, watching where the two of you connect, instincts going wild the more his dick comes out slicked up and sticky before shedding himself halfway in. “‘M already bumping on the top of your cunt, human. You’ll need to give me more space than that to have my pup.”

“P-pups?” You drawl out, brain going numb at the pleasure too quickly, and your forced on all fours when Wolf Bakugou lays his chest on your back, let’s you gauge how gigantic he really is above you as his strong, scarred arms lock under you. Wet and slick slaps echo in the air when he suddenly starts fucking you relentlessly, like the dog he is, a brisk and deep pace that makes your pussy froth and shut around him.

“Yeah- pups.” Wolf Bakugou whispers in your ear, nips at the lobe and at your neck and down to your exposed shoulder from your sports bra. “Gonna plug you up with my knot and fill you so full of cum. It’ll catch just right, make you get all round and heavy with my pups.” He drills into so roughly that that you’re jerked forward nearly every time, only locked in place by his arms, and your eyes cross at the top of your head from the drag of his dick inside yo. “A pretty pussy like this deserves to be bred; you’re gonna take all I give.”

“T-too…!” You slur at Wolf Bakugou sitting on his haunches and humping up to every drag of your body down on his cock, swollen base tapping on your soaked folds. “‘S too much! Feel like ‘m gonna b-burst!”

“You’ll be fine.” He lays you back on his shoulders, slobbering and grazing his fangs on yours as you hug back around his neck like your life depended on it. “You’re cunt is small but I’ll make it fit. You’re gonna fit real nice around my knot.”

There’s a dopey and delirious smile on your face, tongue lolled out to drool all over yourself because of Wolf Bakugou bumping on your cervix, bullying it for more space a sucking a soft kiss on his cockhead every time. You don’t even register the slew of curses he growls out by your ear as you come, your pussy stuttering out an intense orgasm that gushes your slick down his growling knot and heavy balls.

“Fuuuck, that’s it, suck me up deeper, let’s make my seed catch, human.” Wolf Bakugou’s animalistic grin is pressed by the side of your face as he stares down at your tummy, center of your pelvic bulging out from his thrusts. He drops you down hard and his tip pops past the tight pucker of your cervix, knot popping into your hole at the same time.

You splutter to the air from the double stretch, eyes rolled back to your brain and salty tears on your hot cheeks, an even hotter sensation flooding into you as thick, gooey cum bloats your tummy bigger and bigger, nearly dropping it to your spasming thighs, not a single drop blurbed out with the big knot plugging your pussy shut. Wolf Bakugou howls up at the sky, lost in his own high from finally breeding you and feeling you both sucking and pushing him him out.

He’s quick enough to hold you close when your body goes slack, chest rising and falling in short, gasped breaths, lashes fluttering over unfocused eyes, completely fucked out and unconscious to feel possessive licks and kisses all over your tear stained cheeks, telling you how good you were, taking all of him like that, and how your pups are gonna be really cute like their mama.

Honestly, Wolf Bakugou is already impatient for the first litter to come out so he can fuck you like this again.

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Mha boys where they put their hands while fucking you (shouto, dabi, katsuki, hawks, eijiro, izuku, denki)

You got it

How the mha guys use their hands when they're fucking you

As usual in similar works: the students are aged up!!!

Characters : mha guys/ fem reader

Genre : NSFW/+18/ smut/ explicit

Please do not read if you're a minor!!

Masterlist

Shouto :

He'll hold your hands while on top of you and strokes your fingers with his thumbs. He wants you to be relaxed and at ease when he slowly pushes himself inside you. His hands will later travel to your sides softly touching you until he reaches your hips and tightens his hold on your flesh. He loves your boobs, so when he's close to orgasm he'll move both hands up to grab them and keeps fondling and squeezing and even burying his face between them to bite down until he cums

Dabi :

He'll have his hands on your hips first, holding you tightly as he fucks you into the mattress. He wouldn't want his hard thrusts to push you away from his dick so he makes sure you're planted underneath him. He would move one hand to your pussy and pushes two fingers inside you, without taking his dick out of course. He just loves testing your limits. When you're both close to orgasm, he'll wrap his fingers around your neck and squeeze hard as his thrusts become erratic.

Katsuki :

Katsuki loves your thighs, so he makes certain to knead, squeeze and even pinch your flesh. He enjoys seeing new marks appear under his touch as he thrusts deeper into your pussy. He would pin down your wrists, or bring them up over your head and just keeps plunging hard inside you. If he's fucking you doggy style then be sure your ass is gonna get smacked with every hard push. When he's close, he'll run his fingers through your hair and pull hard.

Hawks :

I said this once and I'll say it again because I trust it's canon, Hawks loves to place his hand on your lower abdomen and push it down while fucking you just to feel himself moving inside. He's an ass man, so he makes sure his hands find their way to your butt cheeks while he's railing you. When he feels you twitching around his cock, he'll move his fingers to your mouth, makes you suck them, and then he'll place them on your clit to play with it and intensifies your orgasm.

Kirishima :

This guy would have his arms under your shoulders grabbing you tightly to make sure you're steady underneath him while he fucks you deep and hard. Same as Hawks, he would make you suck his fingers to later drive them inside your vagina. He also loves to grab your thighs and push them up and apart in order to have a better access to your pussy where he can eat you out until you cum in his mouth.

Izuku :

Deku would have his hands on your cheeks first: he kisses you feverishly all the while easing himself inside you. When you get used to his cock and he finally starts moving, his hands will travel down to cup your boobs. He loves using his thumbs to play with your nipples because he enjoys the reactions you give him whenever he does so. He will then move one hand under your back to help you arch and to give himself deeper access inside you. When he's about to cum, he'll dig his nails into your butt cheeks and moan your name.

Kaminari :

Denki is kind of a perv, only for you though. So his hands keep traveling everywhere he could reach: your face, your neck, your tummy, your pussy, and his favorite, your boobs. He loves seeing your different reactions with each part of you he touches. He particularly loves the combination of sucking your nipples and squeezing your ass. It drives him nuts when you bring him even closer and pull on his hair whenever he does so. When he's close to climaxing, he'll sit up, squeeze your thighs and pull you closer to his cock, drilling your pussy until you're both driven over the edge and fall limp in each other's arms.

JUSTICE!!!! 📖📰📛🎃🎄

Welcome to hell

here we go again! So my dear friend azv2448 from ao3 made me once again a fic request and who am I to refuse this work of art?

Let us begin!

Marinette was in pain at the hospital, how did she get there you may ask? Well let's wind it back to earlier that day shall we... Marinette has arrived early to school since her boyfriend Damien came to visit with his family to be with her, she was wearing a new design she worked on and was so happy that day as Damien complimented her hard work on the outfit (heard by Rose, Juleka and Ivan) before she heads to her locker to grab and put away her things.

After a while she got a text from her boyfriend who claimed his brother's were fighting, Luka and Kagami came at that moment and spoke about Damien (heard by Max, Kim and Alix) Mari got into a conversation on the Wayne's being here and described each of them to the two before heading for class, this is where once again Lila lies about her connections... This time on the Wayne's, Alya begged Lila to get her an interview but Lila claimed that they were in Spain at the moment... Which was destroyed by Alix, Max and Kim who revealed that Mari knew them and that on there social media accounts... All of them were saying how they were in Paris for Damien to see his girlfriend.

Lila did not like those three after that...

Class went on without a fuss after that, Caline did look towards Marinette to make her fix things between the four but she simply focused on her notes instead, lunch came around and Mari dashed to the bakery to eat with her boyfriend... Ignoring Adrien's call to make her stop so they could talk, Lila began to lie about the outfit Mari was wearing "Alya... The outfit that Mari is wearing well... I made it and she stole it from me!" she was only able to cry for a few seconds before the members of Kitty Section revealed what they saw and heard between Mari and Damien on the outfit.

Lila began to glare at a good number of her classmates when Mari came back from lunch, she was confused of course but it wasn't any of her business to begin with, so she went to her seat and prepared to take notes... Only for Adrien to sit next to her... Close to her, she didn't like it to be honest and would repeatedly ask him to move away from and about how he was too close to her, miss Mendeleiev ended up telling Adrien to sit away from Marinette or she would have him switch seats with another classmate.

He sat still and away from her after that...

Before class ended, her left her a note, she read that he wanted to tell her something after class so she decided to see what this was about, so when she was at her locker, she texted Damien that she had to talk to Adrien and then they could head to the bakery, she waited by the steps for him, she noticed his ride was already there as he ran over to her, he panted a bit but she waited patiently for him to say what he had to say, he then stood straight as Nathalie called for him to get in the car for a photoshoot "Marinette Dupain-Cheng" he said making her look at him confused.

"I really like you... I've had a crush on you since Alya said you had a crush on me... Won't go out with me and become my girlfriend?" he asked with his usual bright smile, Adrien was so excited for this! Ladybug has none stop rejected him... This made him see that she wasn't as perfect as he thought she was in his eyes, as a result he decided to try and find someone better, then one day at lunch Alya decided to reveal to everyone at school that Mari had a huge crush on Adrien... Making him see how perfect and better she was then Ladybug.

Mari on the other hand... Was so confused, she had already moved on from Adrien before telling him that they were no longer friends now that she knew which side he was on, after that she focused more on herself and her relationship with Damien, she sighed and simply rejected him with a simple "No" then she left to join Damien who was coming over and left for the bakery... Without knowing what Adrien was thinking at the moment.

After that... Mari began to receive videos and pictures from Adrien, he would claim that either she agrees to go out with him and then to date him... Or he would ruin her life. The videos were pretty much of Lila showing torn up clothes and things she owns and claiming Mari did this to everything, she was also claiming that Mari has been stealing her designs... If someone believed her then Mari would lose her future as a designer... As for the pictures, they were of Adrien, he had bruises, nail marks and hickeys on his body.

Even an idiot would know that these pictures were to claim that Adrien is being forced into sexual conduct with someone and they were physically harming him to keep quiet... He was planning to claim that she was the one doing all of this, she sighed as she forward everything to the Wayne lawyers to take care of this for her... No way was she going to stress over all of this just because Adrien want's to date her now.

Damien would tell her that everything would be alright soon, Adrien would be punished in the end, but then Lila became worst with her lies about Mari and Alya was the main person to attack the sweet girl... And then everything went out of control.

Adrien confronted Mari at the steps, Nathalie was once again outside the car telling Adrien that they needed to go now, he was yelling at Mari, demanding for her to date him or he would lie to the public that she was a rapist and a thief... But she refused, told him that even if he did... He would lose the Agreste brand in the end.

So... He pushed her down the stairs...

The effect was instant, Nathalie screamed in horror at what Adrien just did, Tim called for an ambulance as Jason and Dick began to do a bit of first aid on Mari, Bruce began yelling at Nathalie that he would sue the Agreste brand for all they are worth for what Adrien did to the future miss Wayne... All the while Damien was trying to control his anger.

Mari was rushed to the hospital to be treated, her parents were terrified of the bad news that might be given to them about there sweet little girl, Damien just began to lose it with his anger... Causing him to be akumatized into Nightmare (he is dressed a little like a combination of his Robin outfit and the Batman outfit but black and styled a bit more for League of Assassins) he then left to punish Lila, Alya and Adrien for everything they did to his sweet angel.

He showed them no mercy, he outed each of them as he grabbed them... Lila was taken by the police to be seen by a judge to decide her faith, Alya was yelled at by her parents as multiple lawsuits were being made at her blog posts and Adrien was now looked at with hatred as he disappointed all of Paris as Cat Noir as Nightmare took the ring... Then he grabbed Hawkmoth and Nathalie and revealed the butterfly and peacock miraculous they used.

Both of them were arrested that same day...

Then... Nightmare did something no one has ever seen... He took out the akuma himself and destroyed it... All on live TV for all of Paris to see, when Damien returned to the hospital, Mari was awake with only a minor concussion from the fall by some miracle (Tikki secretly healed her before any scans were done on her holder) in a matter of weeks things changed... Lila was deported back to Italy to suffer for her lies and actions, the Ladyblog was shut down and Alya was banned from ever making another blog, the Agreste brand was transferred to Marinette who renamed it MDC, Gabriel and Nathalie were in jail and Adrien was sent to London where he now lives with his aunt Amélie and his cousin Felix.

Hell was truly... Brought down on them...

Merry Christmas!!!🌙

𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐈𝐕

Pairing: DBF!Leon x Fem!Reader

Tags: vaginal sex, creampie, breeding kink, cunnilingus,

Summary: Leon is called away to a mission in Spain before Christmas and you wait anxiously to see if he'll make it home in time.

“I’m going to try my hardest to finish in the next couple days,” Leon reassures you over the phone. He’s been away for two weeks on a mission in Spain since a rogue military faction started snooping around for remnants of Las Plagas. You pace Leon’s living room; ever since you two got together, you spend a lot of time waiting at his place. You tell your parents your ‘house sitting’ since they still don’t know you’re secretly dating him, though sometimes you wonder if your father at least suspects and isn’t saying anything. He never questions what you’re doing anymore. As soon as you say you’re going to Leon’s, he simply smiles and nods, never pressing you for further details. 

You flop onto his bed, twirling your hair in your fingers. “Think you’ll be home by Christmas?” you ask, hope rampant in your tone, the holiday only one week away. Your eyes glance around the bedroom you share with him more often than not, lingering on photos of you two placed in simple frames all over. You smile to yourself, feeling the warmth from the happy memories. 

“I wanna be there. I’ll do everything I can, baby.” 

“I’ll make sure your house is nice and Christmas-y for when you get home,” you promise, already envisioning so many decorations, it’ll be like Christmas threw up all over his house!  

I’m sure you will, sweetheart,” Leon replies with a chuckle. 

You hear gunshots ringing in the background, causing your heart to race wildly. “Leon!” you choke out, plagued with worry.

“I better go, baby girl,” Leon says suddenly. You can hear rustling, like he’s moving quickly. “Love you.”

“I love you, too, Leon. Please be careful!” you cry, tears pooling in your eyes. The line goes dead and, as always, you never know if it’s because he hung up or something awful happened. You won’t know until he calls again. It could be hours… It could be days. You take a deep breath and sigh, hands trembling as they hold your phone, eyes staring at the screen with Leon’s image and contact information still displayed. “Just come home,” you whisper to that digital picture. 

In an effort to distract yourself, you make a trip to the local hobby store to find some decorations for Leon’s house. Your mood lifts slightly as you wander the store, picking out every tantalizing Christmas decoration you see, filling the large shopping cart full before you’re even half way through the store. You glance down at your haul so far; reindeer, Santas, porcelain houses, lights, fake snow, candles, garland, nutcrackers, bows, stockings, ornaments, even a few gnomes dressed in holiday garb. You return your gaze to the aisles ahead…and then…in the distance, you spot an eight foot tall synthetic tree, decked out in colorful LED lights and your eyes shine like a small child padding down the stairs on Christmas morning to see all the presents that good old Saint Nick left for them. Beaming, you rush to the nearest employee and ask - no, beg - them to help you get one of those magnificent trees. The twenty something year old worker clearly suppresses an eye roll - not that you’ll let it get to you - and tells you he’ll ‘check the back’. After a few minutes, he returns and tells you there are no more of the trees you wanted in stock. “The closest we have in stock is a nine-footer,” he explains, his tone detached and apathetic, as though he'd explained the lack of stock a dozen times already today and couldn't muster any more effort.

Unwilling to let this Grinch steal your cheerful attitude, you gleefully exclaim, “Oh! I’ll take the nine-foot one, then!” You practically jump up and down. 

“Great,” the worker replies, coldly and turns on his heel, heading back to the stockroom. You bob your head and sing softly along with the Christmas music playing overhead. Finally, the worker returns with a flatbed carrying your beautiful tree. 

After struggling to get it into your car, eventually you strap it to the top and carefully drive back to Leon’s place with your massive purchase of holiday decorations. You link your phone to the stereo in his living room and start playing more Christmas music, along with which you are all too happy to sing. You immediately start putting up the nine foot tree. With tender, loving care, you add lights, ornaments, and tinsel. You string more lights along the mantle of his fireplace and garland on the banisters. The small statuettes you bought find places on his coffee table and end tables. 

Throughout the afternoon, you’re constantly checking your phone to see if Leon has called or at least texted. Nothing. You know he must be pinned down somewhere. He will always let you know he’s okay when he can. You clasp your hands together in a silent prayer for his safety. 

Meanwhile…

Leon forces himself to breathe quietly as militia men scour the decaying laboratory - the one that used to belong to Luis. He stays hidden behind a cabinet, clutching his handcannon in position to fire if needed, but he’s hoping to avoid a direct confrontation, not that it wouldn’t be the first time he’s faced down a hoard of enemies…and it wouldn’t be the first time in this location, either. Flashbacks from that day he came here to rescue Ashley Graham back in 2004 fill his mind. That was long before he met you, before you changed his whole goddamn life. Christ, he misses you. He misses the warmth of your body pressed against his; he misses your smile; he misses your laugh, your kisses, your warm, wet mouth around his-

“Hey! Check over there!” one of the men commands, pulling Leon from his reverie. Fuck, he thinks to himself as he hears heavy boots approaching his hiding spot. He cocks the powerful magnum, ready for a fight. Some big burly motherfucker pokes his ugly head around the corner of Leon’s hiding spot. He growls, bearing his sickly teeth which are quickly blown to pieces by the bullet fired from Leon’s weapon. Shit, can’t catch a break. Guess we’re doin’ this, Leon realizes. He pushes the large man’s limp body away and gets into position, ready to take out anyone else who dares come his way. Nothing, absolutely nothing, will keep him from returning to his girl. 

Back at Leon’s place, you decide to bake some cookies, hoping to have a nice treat for him when he gets back, as if you didn’t practically buy out the store’s entire stock of Christmas decorations. You inhale the warm, homey smell of the delicious dessert, soothing your weary heart, which still worries for Leon’s safety. You take a deep, centering breath, reminding yourself to trust in Leon’s abilities. 

Two days before Christmas, you finally hear from him. “Hey, baby girl. I'm coming home!”

You shriek with joy, jumping up and down in his living room. You spend the day meticulously cleaning the place, making sure it's perfect. 

And on Christmas Eve, near midnight, The door opens, his face marred by fatigue and restless nights, but still handsome as ever. The soft glow of the fireplace illuminates his features in a warm hue. “Baby…” he whispers, his voice barely loud enough to hear. Tears pool in your eyes, your nose tingling as emotion overwhelms you. You rush toward him and throw yourself into his embrace. 

Just like that, with the love of his life in his arms again, Leon feels whole once more. He crushes you against him, soaking in your warmth, soothing his aching soul. He buries his face in your neck, taking in your unique scent. It reminds him why he fights, why he continues to battle the evils of the world, because, as bad as things are, if he can make it a little better for you, it’s worth the pain and effort. For a while, you simply hold each other, the crackling of the fireplace and the quiet whispers of the cold winds outside the only soundtrack for your heartfelt reunion. When you finally part, he gently cups your face and presses his mouth to yours in a tender and passionate kiss. The softness of your lips is a balm for his wary heart. Your tongues slide together in perfect synchrony, a dance of love and devotion. 

You finally break for air, gazing with longing into each other's eyes. “I missed you so much, sweetheart,” Leon coos, his voice cracking slightly from the weight of all his emotions. 

“I missed you too, Leon,” you reply, pressing a delicate kiss to his nose. 

He smiles, his tense muscles finally relaxing after the long and grueling mission. “Hey,” he begins, his voice smooth like butter again, “got something for you…” He bends down to pick up a box with a bunch of holes in it. You look with curiosity at it, certain you hear it…whimpering? A giant red bow adorns the top. He holds the bottom while you lift the lid. Inside is a small, fluffy white puppy, looking up at you with innocent, golden eyes. It yawns, inadvertently showing off its sharp little teeth. Adorably ferocious, you think to yourself. 

“Leon…it’s…” You try to speak, but feel too choked up. Your hands carefully reach in to pick up the helpless ball of fur. Holding it in your arms, it sniffs you cautiously before licking your face, drawing out a genuine, joyful grin from your lips. 

“You remember me telling you about that dog that helped me out all those years ago?” Leon asks. After you nod in affirmation, gently scratching your new friend’s furry cheeks, he continues, “I found him again. Had a litter of pups around. This one was the runt; he wouldn’t do well on his own in the wild, so I brought him home. Thought he could keep you company while I’m away. Merry Christmas, baby.”

Tears fall down your face at the thoughtful gift. “Oh Leon! I love him!” you exclaim, kissing him deeply once again, your soft pup nestled between the two of you. 

After settling the pup - who you decide to name Buddy - into his new home, you and Leon share a bottle of champagne to celebrate his safe return. You clink your crystal glasses and snuggle together on the couch while Buddy snores softly, fast asleep on the recliner. 

Hearts yearning to share the most intimate of connections, Leon lifts you into his arms, bridal style, and carries you to the bedroom, the champagne glasses long since drained of their titular contents. He lays you on the bed with infinite gentleness and crawls over the top of you. He kisses your lips then peppers kisses all along your cheeks and jaw. He pecks a few more just below your ear before whispering, “I love you so much baby. More than anything. I fucking need you.”

You moan softly, cunt getting slippery with your essence, arousal growing, unobstructed. “Leon…I need you, too. I love you!” Tears pool in your eyes again as your feelings for him overwhelm you, yet again. 

He hums his approval at your response, hand gently lifting your shirt, grazing your perfect breasts as he removes it entirely. He growls hungrily as his eyes take in the plush mounds. “Missed these two, as well,” he adds with a smirk and kisses both breasts before taking one hardened bud into his mouth. 

Your teeth take your lower lip between them, biting gently as pleasure begins to fill you, originating from the gentle nibbles on your tits. You can feel his cock hardening, throbbing against your thigh through his pants. He sucks on the fat of your breasts, definitely intending to leave hickies there. Your hands reach down to tug at his shirt. His mouth releases you for mere seconds, long enough to whip his shirt off and throw it across the room. He continues to kiss his way down your taught stomach. His hands grab the waistband of your sweatpants and panties, pulling them down and off, effortlessly. “My Christmas feast…” Leon growls and pushes your legs apart. His thumbs part your wet folds and he looks hungrily at your glistening, pink sex. He licks his lips before diving in, hot, open mouthed kisses claiming your neglected pussy. Your hips roll in time with his expert licks, angling your clit toward his tongue. He closes his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking on it like it’s a rare delicacy. Your abs tighten as your body begins to respond on its own, your back arching hard and your head digging into the bed. Your hands death grip the sheets, nails nearly cutting through the fabric, a mind numbing climax imminent. 

“Leon! I’m cumming! Fuck! I’m cumming!” you cry out, the pleasure worth the wait you had to endure while he was gone. Orgasm ripping through you, he pins you in place with his strong arms while he continues to lick you though your waves of euphoria. As you pant, gasping for air, he kicks off his pants and gives his aching dick a few strokes, precum leaking from the tip. He pushes your legs apart again, which practically fall open whenever he looks at them. 

“Can’t wait to be inside you again, sweetheart. Not at home until I feel your perfect cunt wrapped around my shaft,” He guides his throbbing cock toward your willing entrance, notching the tip past your eager barrier. He drops onto his hands above you, arms caging you in as he slides further inside, the familiar sensation of his thick length filling your tight channel and kissing the entrance to your womb like a warm embrace, a feeling of completeness. “Fuck…you’re so goddamn tight, baby girl. Never gonna get tired of this,” Leon purrs. His mouth connects with yours once more, pouring all of his pent up love and passion into the heated kiss. With tender thrusts, he begins to move inside you. Your eyes roll back in your head as his cock rubs your g-spot, teasingly slow. You moan and whimper, begging for more with incoherent babbles. “Yeah, baby girl. You want more? Want me to put a baby in you, honey?” His mouth returns to your neck, licking and sucking, his own arousal and need growing beyond his control. 

His words make you arch into him even more, the thought of him impregnating you is once again a potent aphrodisiac. “Yes! Please! God, I want it so bad!”

He groans at your impassioned affirmation. He begins snapping his hips forward hard, your tantalizing breasts jiggling with each movement. He withdraws nearly completely out before slamming back inside you again, driven by primal instinct, an innate desire - no, a need - to breed you, to watch your belly swell with his child, to claim you in every way imaginable. He laces your fingers together, pressing them gently into the mattress. His rhythm is frenzied and irregular as he begins chasing his own high. As you cum a second time, you tense, hard, then cry out as your walls collapse on his dick, sucking him in deeper. With a guttural, rough moan, Leon thrusts into you one final time, filling you with his hot, sticky seed. For a long time, he simply remains buried inside you, unwilling to sever the connection just yet. He pulls you with him as he rolls off of you, deciding to keep himself warm inside your delicious heat for the night. “Need you to cockwarm me, baby girl. Been too damn long.”

Your pussy quivers weakly as the last remnants of your orgasm trickle out of you. “Always, Leon. Merry Christmas, baby,” you coo softly, running your fingers tenderly through his hair. 

He closes his eyes as you caress his scalp and rub it gently. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he replies, wrapping his arms tightly around you, pulling you close as he begins drifting off to sleep, comfortable and happy for the first time since he left for the mission to Spain.