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➹stuck on you like glue➹(miles morales x reader)

When your boyfriend is Spider-Man and he keeps getting nervous around you and so his hand is constantly sticking to yours, like if you can relate.

Basically, the many times you flustered this boy so badly he completely forgot how to control his sticking situation.

word count: 8.2k (LMAOO i rlly went wild w the word count again sorry)

a/n: hello!!  i need to mention 3 things i’ll try to be as quick as i can. 1: thank you SO much for the support my last one shot got, i can’t believe how well it did and some of your comments and tags really made my entire week honestly. i was really proud of it but i truthfully wasn’t expecting it to get much attention since i’m new here but it was a really nice surprise. i’m rlly soft i love and appreciate you all! 2: i’m taking requests bc i’m running out of ideas lmao, so don’t be scared to send me something!! also would anyone like me to write about ps4 peter parker bc i rlly need some content for him so pls let me know. 3: a peter b. one is coming after this one so stay tuned if you’re interested, but y’know i had to write about my bb miles so here’s this!! i had a lot of fun with it so i hope you enjoy it as well (:

Your body became one with the beat as your hips swayed along to the blaring music, your knees bending with each lift of your heels and your gut leaping to every pulse of the bass like a musical rabbit. You didn’t know the lyrics to the song that played, but it didn’t bother you in any way at the moment, because you could see in the distance your boyfriend’s passionate hand gestures and his precious facial expressions as he believed he was the singer— oblivious that you, in all your heart eyes glory, were his adoring audience. The corner of your lips turned upwards, to your benefit impeding you from appearing like a wavering zombie in the crowd of teenagers moving and jumping against each other. Your dreamy smile faltered, however, when Miles’ eyes drifted to you. You froze, standing tensely still, praying he wouldn’t notice your existence for once— despite the odd masquerade mask, which a random girl handed you and you gladly accepted to use as part of your disguise, covering half of your face and the plastic bead necklace messily wrapped twice hanging from your neck. Contrary to your hopes, though, the boy wasn’t blind, and if anything your awkward and rigid body only drew more attention to you than you had originally intended. He shouted something at his friends as he took a step back, then turned around and approached you with a flirty smile, his eyes glinting with a mischief that dried your throat. “Hey.” He said with a deep voice, his hand flying up to rest on your shoulder. “What’s your name?”

The dick, you fumed in your head as you squinted at him, wondering why it only happened to you that your boyfriend cheated on you with yourself. Suddenly, he leaned closer to your ear. “I thought you were supposed to stay at home so your ankle could fully finish healing?” He yelled, his voice partially drowned out by the loud environment nonetheless. Your eyes grew wide and you peered at him with amazement, removing your golden mask by tugging it over your head and further disheveling your already frizzy from the heat hair.

“How’d you know? I was wearing this!” You laughed, pushing the headgear into his chest. He took it, inspecting it closely before giving you a roll of his eyes with an amused toothy grin.

“Y/N, first of all, you know that’s my favorite shirt for you to wear, right?” He smirked, nodding down at your upper body. You followed his gaze, afterwards smacking yourself mentally. Of course it was his favorite— how did you not catch that earlier? As if the way he was unable to tear his gaze away from you and didn’t want to let go of you whenever you wore the garment wasn’t enough evidence; you truly needed to work on your weak deduction skills. “And I know you’re gonna make fun of me, but I’d recognize even half of your face anywhere. You really thought you could sneak by me all Hilary Duff in that Cinderella movie?”

“Well, it worked in the movie, didn’t it?”

He chuckled, shaking his head and gently taking hold of your wrists, pulling you with him as he began to squeeze through the field of heated bodies. “You’re an idiot,” You heard him say loudly, and also watched him apologize to a guy who glared at him since the boy thought it would be a clever idea to call you that right into someone’s face. “You really shouldn’t be here.”

It was strange, you noticed, how that particular night everyone wanted to be as close together as possible; basically forgetting all about personal space and such. You’d lost count of how many people you’d bumped into already. “I don’t know how telling me that is gonna work considering I am here, and you’re the idiot if you think I’m gonna sneak all the way back into my house without my parents noticing.” You replied, holding tight onto Miles in fear of losing him. Out of nowhere, you detected a hiss; and without warning, a cloud of smoke suffocated your face and lungs, painfully drying out your eyes. You began to cough, waving your hand in front of your vision to clear the mist— stupid fog machine, you grimaced, doubting if the beauty of the mystery the smoke added was truly worth it if it’s so unpleasant, and you nearly felt as if you were dying (which really was just you being dramatic like you enjoyed to be sometimes) whilst standing in it.

You and Miles wound up in the deserted backyard, its peace being a relief for your throats after straining them so much back at the dance floor. You dropped down to sit on the grass, which easily was an open invitation for bizarre and terrifying insects to climb onto you and dig whatever body part into your skin. Maybe then you could be like Miles— who said Spider-Man didn’t need a partner in crime, someone who helped him once in a while anyway? You did wish you could aid him, sometimes, especially since you wouldn’t know what to do if his superhero fairytale concluded like his predecessor’s. If it happened once, then it could happen again. You shook your head, pushing those crippling thoughts away— not tonight, perhaps later, but not right now. “Why do you worry so much anyway? My cast is off, so my ankle is living its best life.”

Miles sat down beside you, scanning the glowing water. “I saw you limping yesterday after school when you thought no one was watching.” You stayed quiet, trying but failing to formulate an excuse in your head. “That’s exactly why I’m asking myself how your dumb ass didn’t get caught tonight.”

You hummed, your eyelids fluttering closed. “You underestimate me, Morales. My dumb ass is what’s keeping me alive so far. Plus, my parents are secretly grandparents and they go to sleep at like eight on Saturdays, so it really wasn’t that hard.”

He whistled, but you knew he was just mocking you. “Someone’s a rebellious teenager!” He laughed when you shoved him away playfully, gently returning the shove immediately after.

“Whatever. People are weird, though. I can’t believe there’s absolutely not a single soul swimming out here. The freaking pool even has waterfalls! All fancy and stuff,” You scoffed, your brows knitted as you gestured your hand toward the pool.

“Well, why don’t you go swimming, then?”

You pursed your lips, slapping an ant crawling up your knee off of you. “Because… my ankle, you know.” You shrugged and he raised his eyebrows in amusement. “You just want to see me take my clothes off, you perv.” You changed the subject, trying to steer away from your contradiction and managing to make his eyes grow wide.

He rubbed his nose, attempting to conceal his flushed face. “What? You just admitted your ankle is still messed up.”

“I was lying— and don’t try to avoid the last thing I just said.”

“You’re avoiding what I just said, too.”

You groaned, but a giggle still slipped through your lips. “Miles… stop being such a smart-ass, okay? You always do this to me.”

You thought the conversation had ended there as you both silently stared up at the crescent moon, sadly no little boy fishing on it, but ethereal nonetheless. You sensed him turn his head, though, and began to wonder what ran through his beautiful brain. “How was it that you broke your ankle again, though?” You had to restrain yourself from jumping into the pool.

“Miles.”

“I forgot.” He batted his lashes innocently, although there was nothing innocent in how his mouth twitched.

Your stare was hard. “No, you did not.”

“I just can’t remember, I think I need you to tell me again to remember.”

“I’ve done that for the past two months.”

“Y/N…” He pouted— his large brown orbs, where the reflection of the hanging fairy lights swam, staring back at you with a gentleness that never failed to make your knees wobble. You were grateful you were sitting down at that moment.

You glared at him, laughing dryly and pointing a knowing finger at him. “You’re doing that thing. Stop that.”

“Doing what?”

“The eyes, you’re—” The jerk made all the contents in your stomach scream louder with a confused tilt of his head and you looked heavenward, frustratingly pulling at your hair. You gave in. “I was studying for our history exam.”

He nodded comprehensively, an interested but mocking hand stroking chin. “Aha.”

You dragged your fingers down your cheeks, dreading having to repeat the words once again; you guessed that’s what your parents felt like when you would ask them to read you the same book to bed every night back when you were little. “I was really tired, almost dozing off, and the fact that I had my blanket wrapped around me like the true human burrito I truly am wasn’t helping at all.” You stopped, hopeful that perhaps you wouldn’t need to continue, but he urged you to do so and you let out a heavy sigh. “Then I saw… a spider crawling up my hand, though.”

“Mhm…” He was struggling to hold himself back from spitting everywhere if he burst with laughter right there and then, most likely waiting for the best part to arrive so he could release all his tears. That was what he always did, after all.

“And you know the rest,” You almost got on your feet, ready to escape until he brought your bum back to the ground by tugging your arm. He trapped you against his chest, his limbs wrapped around you as if you were his personal life-sized teddy bear. “Dear God…”

“I don’t know rest.” He muttered into your hair. You made a disgusted noise at how he snuggled into you, but in reality, you didn’t even try to move away; you’d stay there forever, even if your previously broken ankle was uncomfortably twisted and aching since you were sitting on it.

“I’ve told you this story like a million times.”

“Well, I want to hear it again!”

“Goddammit, alright,” You slid your foot away from underneath your bottom, deciding it’d be best to take away its short-lived title of a chair. “I saw the spider and I panicked.”

“You panicked…”

“I panicked. I jolted awake screaming, jumped off my chair, and—” He was already wheezing and that’s when your grumpy self cracked as well, letting out a short laugh. “A-and my foot got tangled in my blanket, so I fell on my face, twisting and breaking my ankle.”

Miles screamed, unwrapping his arms from you and fell backwards, holding his stomach with one hand while the other slapped the freshly cut grass. No matter how many times you recounted the tragedy, he consistently reacted as if it were the first time hearing the story and top humor from the comedy gods. It took him an entire minute for his laughter to die down, his fists coming up to rub his teary eyes as he panted. He dropped his arms by his sides, looking prepared to start making snow angels at any second as he stared up at you with a lazy beam. “Good ab workout you had there?” You asked.

“I don’t need to work out. I’m Spider-Man.” He declared proudly, placing his hands under his head. You snorted.

“One day you’re gonna expose yourself if you continue reminding me that every five seconds, I swear to God.” You were clueless, however, that it wasn’t just excitement and pleasure for being the acclaimed, one and only web-crawler; but rather, he hoped that it would impress you— that your chest would swell with pride whenever you saw him in the news, swinging through the city, trying his best while doing small yet enormous deeds to care for it. The boy was clueless as well, though, that your heart did indeed admire him Spider-Man or not, and its thrumming solely at the sight of his smile and that small dimple in his right cheek would never come to an end. There it was again: your fingers twitching as he peacefully laid on the grass, humming the song that played inside at the party, unaware of how hard it resulted for you to catch your breath. You acted before thinking, grabbing his hand and leaning over his resting body the reach his other hand too. He quirked a brow, seeing as you weren’t one to be affectionate most of the time; it was him who initiated everything (his many weekly heart attacks loathed you for that): hugs, kisses, even hand holding— it was ridiculous. But you bit your lip, having that same knowledge in your mind as well, forcing yourself to remain where you were and not run far away, out of the state. It was your chance: the scenery was perfect— the pool, the serenity, the clear night sky and its countless freckles of stars and planets— it was a damn party; an ideal teenage movie, like the ones you two loved to watch once in a while because they never failed to entertain, either in the way that it wasn’t intended to do so, or because they were simply Miles’ guilty pleasure— and you would gladly watch every single one of them with him, since who said you don’t have to see a good rom-com movie at least every two months to live healthily?

“…What?” He asked when you sat there for too long, the color draining out of your face.

“I… looo… ike you.” Coward, you thought as you nervously smiled down at him. “Let’s dip our feet in the pool!” You blurted out, quickly crawling over to the edge of the swimming pool, quite literally running away from your feelings.

Miles’ entire body trembled, but he opted to ignore it and he gulped as he followed you closely, taking off his sneakers and socks before slowly lowering his foot to test the water. His big toe barely touched it when he flinched and shrieked, jerking his leg up. “It’s colder than the North Pole, no shit there isn’t anyone out here!” You chuckled at him, flinging your footwear somewhere behind you.

“You’re just weak, man. Look—” You smugly grinned. You didn’t pause to thoroughly consider your decision, shoving both of your legs into the pool. Your smirk transformed into an uncomfortable grimace and you glared at him, his entertained face now having a sly smile plastered on it. “No problem at all.” You said through gritted teeth, your wailing skin submerged underwater not enough to overpower the stubbornness in you.

“You sure?”

“Of course. Very.” He could see your soul leaving your body as you maintained your gaze on your feet and wiggling your toes to bring some sort of warmth to them.

He huffed, his forehead wrinkled. “Okay, Y/N, I get it, no need to get hypothermia just to prove me wrong—”

“What do you mean? I’m enjoying myself,” You dismissed him with a wave of your hand and an odd surge of confidence engulfed you, kicking you out of your body’s driver’s seat.

Being headstrong was a hell of a hazard for your safety sometimes; and right now, as you took your legs out and Miles started to giggle at what he thought was your defeat, until you began to unbutton your pants, jumping on one foot as you tried to wiggle your other limb out of your jeans, was a great example of just that. “Y-Y/N? What… what are you doing?” His voice’s pitch sounded higher and quieter than normal. The thoughts in the back of your head were just many question and exclamation marks while you carried on to discard your shirt; and he muttered something in Spanish under his breath, panicking and drifting his gaze down to the ground, afraid that he was trespassing your comfort zone.

“I’m going for a swim,” You announced casually, throwing your shirt at him. He caught it effortlessly with one hand, his large eyes too engaged in the piece of clothing to notice you crouching down in front of him to grab his free hand. “C’mon, wanna jump with me?”

Why was his head running a mile (hah, he thought, mile) a minute? He had a speck of hope that you hadn’t noticed his clammy hands, but oh, you definitely had. And you were ready to gently tease him for it— he could insist he had no struggles, but the last time he’d been as nervous was when he asked if you wanted to be a thing. However, as you attempted to let go of Miles to pinch his cheek like a grandma, you ended up lifting his hand, his fingers latched onto the palm of your hand. You stared at it and then up at the boy dumbfounded, shaking your extremity. “Wha…What is this? What… what are you doing?”

“I-I thought this would never happen again—”

“Happen again?! What do you mean happen again?” You questioned loudly, holding his arm still by his wrist, then yanking your fist away from him, which only resulted in you crying out from the pain of his fingertips pulling at your skin.

“Be careful! Don’t want to, like, peel your skin off or something—”

“Peel my skin off?!”

“Not that it’s gonna happen! I think,” He immediately corrected himself, raising his other hand— that your shirt hung from— defensively. You whined, surveying your surroundings to make sure no one was witnessing or recording this: you wearing nothing but your underwear, freaking out about you and Miles’ stuck hands. “Okay, this worked last time!”

You stopped tugging, opening your mouth to ask him to reveal his solution, but the boy simply closed his eyes and began to softly sing to himself, his eyebrows snapping together. He rendered you speechless— was that his idea? Singing as you sat there, regretting every life choice you’d made to get to this point of your life? You didn’t get the opportunity to lash out at him, though, because all of a sudden, you heard voices in the distance. You jumped to your feet like a scared cat who just saw a pickle, hauling a yelping Miles across the floor. “Get up!” You hissed, helping him stand up before running to hide behind the storage shed.

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“Chat Noir was currently an interesting shade of red.

A shade that, up until that day, was still unknown to the human species.

In the seat in front of him, Alya gasped loudly, stammering a half-hearted apology, the shame she put in her words not quite reaching her eyes.

The hero face-palmed, his cheeks burning hot, and groaned miserably, “Not again.””

This is a sneak peek of Snap Chat, the drabble I wrote for The Cat, the Bell, and the Wardrobe (Malfunction), the collab I did with @chocoluckchipz @kryallaorchid @midnightstarlightwrites and @eizabet for the birthday of the amazing @edendaphne   !!!

We had a lot of fun writing it!

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Part 73 of my bakery “enemies” au!

It’s back!

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could you send that loki link? 👀

All the Loki Smuts I Found in One (1) Sitting Last Night:

Make Your President Proud (President Loki x Reader) by @fanfiction-inc

A Hard and Brutal Fuck (President Loki x Reader) by @literaryadventures *CNC

Mr. President, Sir (President Loki x Reader) by @thestarssalign

Election Day (President Loki x Reader) by @glxssylaufey *dark!fic, no non-con

(Professor!Loki x Reader) by @professorrw

My Best Friend's Supervisor (and the Guy I Hooked Up With Last Night) (Professor!Loki x Reader) by @thestarssalign

Private Lesson (Professor!Loki x Reader) by @nix-et-auri

Sweet Dreams by @nix-et-auri

Bonus Fic I Found a Couple Days Ago but Still Qualifies and Deserves Attention:

What Does One Do At The End Of Time (President Loki x Reader) by @imnotrevealingmyname *dark!fic, non/dub-con

Make sure to respect the authors, heed the warnings, and have a spare pair of panties at the ready ;)

Hey LOK fandom, if you’re like me and DIEHARD ship Kai & Jinora, I 10/10 recommend the fan fiction:

Anchor by words-with-dragons

It is a pirate AU where Kai is the captain of a pirate ship and Jinora is an upperclass citizen whom Kai kidnaps for ransom, from her rich father Tenzin.

It is ABSOLUTELY FIRE! The characters are so well written, the plot is supreme and super angsty, the hatred to friendship to romance development - ICONIC!

Just wanted to share 😊

all i ever think about is how birds are dinosaurs 

Forget me not

It’s been about a year since my last Miraculous Ladybug fanfic list. Given the fandom is three years old and season 2 is right around the corner (hopefully), I believe it’s time to relive and explore some of the best fanfics the fandom has to offer. By no means is this list comprehensive. Many fics aren’t on here. (I’m working on a list for newer fics, so stay tuned!)

Rainy Days by @thelastpilot (Not rated) A storm rolls through Paris and refuses to let up, so when a water fearing cat is rescued by the kind efforts of his designing classmate he starts to pay a little closer attention to someone he should have always known better.

he’s not a siren by @miraculousturtle (Rated T) Merman AU. Their meeting is orchestrated by fate, conducting them one at a time to step on the stage. With the flick of the baton, in time, they will sing the same song, but only if they aren’t swept away by the ocean’s mighty waves.

An Unexpected Surprise by @sweetprincessluck (Rated M) Adrien Agreste. Age 26. A successful international supermodel, currently changing careers to a CEO of a fashion empire. Was born and raised in Paris, had moved to the USA 6 years ago, came back for a visit. Kind, handsome, lonely. Had experienced a lot, had seen even more. Had nothing left that could surprise him anymore.Except, maybe, this - a small, blonde girl, with emerald eyes and freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose – a splitting image of his mother Lillian Agreste, excluding, perhaps, the freckles.Her name was Emma. Emma Dupain-Cheng, to be exact.

Obsession by @kryallaorchid (Rated T) Miraculous has unintended side effects. A chance encounter leaves Chat Noir in Marinette’s magic hands. Scritch and scratch, this kitty has needs. MariChat. 

Smoulder by @midnightstarlightwrites (Rated T) In which Adrien loses a bet and becomes an underwear model, Marinette loses her mind, and the whole fiasco starts a fire which might lead to the pair discovering their identities.

Retrouvailles by @gigiree (Rated G) There’s an art to telling stories. There’s an art to ending them. Just know that saying “the end” is just another way of saying it’s a new beginning. When she says goodbye, her luck is gone. His has just begun.Tattoo and Flowershop AU!

Over the Wall by @imthepunchlord (Rated G) The accident, while unintentional, was costly. For her wrong doings against Chloe, Marinette is sent over the wall to die. But instead of death, she winds up in a strange, unnerving world. Good thing she’ll have a cat to watch her back in this bizarre place.

Chasing the C/h/atwalk by @runningoutofink (Rated T) Paris. The city of lights, love and fashion. Follow the progress of Marinette Dupain Cheng as she enters the extremely competitive world of Reality television for a chance to be the winner of Project Runway: France.

Lucky Us by @geek-fashionista (Rated T) -AU- Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s life isn’t going as planned: twenty-six, recently dumped, and running her parents’ bakery. The highlights of her day are the emails sent by her mysterious pen pal, Chat Noir. That is, until handsome model Adrien Agreste starts swinging by the bakery after hours. But how is he to know the Ladybug he loves is standing right in front of him?

Guardians by @wintermoth (Rated T) In the year 2015, Marinette Dupain-Cheng said yes to Tikki, the kwami of Creation. Two days later, Adrien Agreste said yes to Plagg, the kwami of Destruction.For the first time in over a thousand years, the cat and the bug were starting fresh. (immortal AU)

Découvrir by @xiueryn (Rated M) A decade apart and he still remembered her. Marinette contacts her childhood friend in hopes of rekindling their forgotten relationship despite him being a celebrity, only to assume him to be someone else entirely. AU.

Bare Necessities by @reyxa (Rated M) Art School AU where Adrien is the nude model in Marinette’s human figure class. Major sin warning but it’s more awkward than sexy. Definitely not for little ears… or eyes I guess…

Serendipitous Fate by @skaylanphear (Rated M) Adrien is excited to reveal his true identity, while Marinette is terrified. But Master Fu says they can’t afford to be distant any longer. Chat Noir and Ladybug are meant to work in tandem both in and out of uniform, their strength stemming from the bond created between them. Yet, teenagers are sometimes better at dancing blind than running with wide open eyes, even with the steps laid out before them.Steps in the path of an expanding world. Apart, they’ll flounder. But together, they might just stand a chance.

Tikki’s New Friend by @panda013 (Rated G) The dog was easily the height of his chest, and the young woman walking it could have only come up to his shoulder. But she was just cheerfully walking along beside the dog, chatting and laughing happily with a redheaded young woman. The dog was a big black beast—he didn’t know the breed then, nor did he particularly care, but it whined pitifully when its equally dark-haired owner paused to read a street sign. She just giggled and reached out a hand to ruffle its fur, and the giant’s tail wagged happily.

heartstrings by @zenwisterias (Rated T) one of marinette’s rare unlucky days turns into something treacherous. thanks to a certain cat, the real danger passes, but there are other things to be more afraid of. her heart, for example, might be one of them.

The Ladybugs and the Bees by @bullysquadess (Rated M) This originally started as a fanfic about periods and just devolved into crack.

You Don’t Know Me by @ferisae (Rated T) When Ladybug suffers a near-fatal accident and is presumed dead, it is up to Adrien - who has discovered Ladybug’s secret - to help her through her painstaking recovery and reacquaint her with herself. All this while trying to save Paris on his own without losing himself in the process.

Satisfaction Brought It Back by @siderealsandman (Rated E) Most people rekindled friendships with people from high school over Facebook or Twitter. Most people met for coffee, shared pictures of their bratty children, and sent old friends Christmas letters once a year. Marinette was clearly not most people as she had somehow hooked up with her former high school crush on a bondage dating website and didn’t know it until he was standing in front of her with an identical look of bemused embarrassment plastered all over his pretty face.

A Werecat in London by @i-am-thornqueen (Rated M) After an unfortunate encounter with an akuma while in London on a business trip, Chat Noir is forced to deal with the unexpected consequences. Can Ladybug help him return to his normal self, or will he be stuck for the rest of his life getting in touch with his wild side?

tangled ribbons by @demistories (Rated G) Marinette is a small studio dancer who wins a scholarship to a summer long ballet intensive. Adrien is a famous ballet dancer who would rather be at home than at said intensive. The end of the summer will bring about a showcase that could make Marinette’s career, if she can ignore Chloé and focus on something other than Adrien.

The Space Between Us by @chassecroise (Rated T) What’s a ladybug to do when her kitten becomes a cat?

Accident of the Evening by @thatwriterchickrachel (Rated T) Adrien Agreste, rumoured royalty, just wants a normal life. But one night on the run he meets Marinette, a normal girl, with a normal life. Marinette can’t believe it. Her long-time celebrity crush had crashed into her life and was now hanging out with her and her friends in between his busy schedule.With the Annual Parisian Masquerade Ball approaching, and an announcement sure to change everything looming over them, the two young adults begin a friendship and a double life.

Emergence by @artisticflutter (Rated M) They were only teenagers, but they are no more. Forced to awaken to new powers, both find themselves codependent on the other in order to survive and escape from their captors. They are Ladybug and Chat Noir - they are Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste. Part One of a possible series.

The Lights that Lead Us Home by @oceanspray5 (Rated G) Based on @piku-chan’s Cinderella AU on Tumblr. Marinette remains at the Palace to train as a noble and Adrien takes on more responsibilities as King. The wedding is planned for the Prince and his Princess and despite any outside meddling forces, goes off without a hitch.

Le Chat Noir by ParadiseAvenger (Rated E) Le Chat Noir was the most popular strip club in Paris. Marinette could explain how she wound up there the first time, but she couldn’t explain how she kept coming back.

The Wingman Visits by @niuniente (Rated M) When Chat Noir finds out Ladybug’s real identity as Marinette, he also discovers her huge crush for Adrien. As a gentleman he is Chat Noir offers to be a wingman between Marinette and Adrien, trying to get them together.

Sealed away by @ashesandhoney (Rated T) Five years ago, Ladybug left Paris and left Chat Noir to learn how to keep it together on his own.Marinette is back in Paris with an internship at the Agreste Fashion house trying to get the spring show up and running and as much as Adrien appreciates having a friend at work, he’s distracted by Ladybug’s return and more Akuma attacks than either of them have faced before.Something big is coming and nothing can stay sealed away forever.

Cut from the Same Cloth by @baneismydragon (Rated T) When Gabriel notices that Adrien is collecting various supplies from his office, he assumes that his son has finally decided to show an interest in the family business. However when he tries to show his support by showing up at a school presentation, things quickly spiral out of control and everyone learns more than they bargained for

Désolé by @pozolegirl (Rated G) ‘The Cat’s out of the Bag’ as Adrien would say, and now Marinette and Adrien must work through their emotions during this new reveal of identities, all while Hawkmoth is hot on their trail and not about to let them slip away from him, taking matters into his own hands.

Sing the Song of Sailing Sirens by @princessofharte (Rated T) Adrien Agreste is the Pirate Lord of the High Seas, chasing a British flagship until Le Chat Noir is blown off course into a green storm.

This is not a complete list of the best fics in the fandom. Many of these authors have written multiple fanfics for this fandom and they are all amazing. Indeed, many of the fics on AO3 with the most hits, the most kudos, and the most comments were other fics not mentioned here but completed by many of these authors. Every work of fanfiction is amazing. If you want to help encourage writers to write more awesome fanfiction, please leave a comment on their works. It can be as short as “This is great!” Seriously. We live off validation.

It’s not narcissism if I add in my own fic here, right?

Was there anything I missed? Leave it in the reblogs and spread the word so that others–including myself–can read it!

Since they seem to be in high demand I’ve made a mini Masterlist of the porn audio links that have been shared with me! Enjoy my horny little bees😈

Some of them are Irish and so sound like Barry Keoghan / Druig and there’s some that sound like Matt Murdock, so yeah do with that what you will!

Warning: these are porn audios so ya know, 18+ only

Post one - Druig / Barry

Post two - Druig / Barry x2

Post three - Druig / Barry

Post four - Matt Murdock

Post five - Druig / Barry x3

Post six - Druig / Barry

Post seven - Druig / Barry x4 (some personal faves)

Post eight - idek but have fun with it lmao

Post nine - Ikaris

Post ten - Matt Murdock

Post eleven - Matt Murdock

Post twelve - Billy Russo

Post thirteen - Ikaris (dark content warning)

Link to search website yourselves🥰

- Hope🐝