The Power Is Kisses!!! 🍸👙🍸🍸🍸👙🍸

husband!leon drabble

hear me out, cause i have an idea :3 (yes this is a drabble but also kinda long...)

cw: housewife kink, very slight condescension, praise, oral, breeding kink, ya get the gist. (minors do not interact, go touch grass.)

i cannot get my mind off husband!leon, like... at all, i feel like he'd love to pamper you. you need your hair trimmed? when and where. going somewhere special? he'll immediately take you shopping. his favorite is when you wanna get your nails done, he'll just hand you that sleek black credit card. i mean, it's not like he doesn't have the money. he has to deal with the worst horrors this shitty world could conjure up, so all he wants at the end of the day is to see your pretty smile.

it's all he can think about at work. everyone notices how distracted he seems, constantly checking his phone for possible pictures or any kind of update. he's so glad he doesn't have much work to do that day, so he can be home before you. and when you finally unlock the door he has to stop himself from running to you like an excited dog happy to see his owner.

and you know he's excited, as much as he tries to hide it as you walk over to the couch where he's sitting, plopping down right next to him and nuzzling into his side. "you like 'em?" you hold out your hand, a smug smirk on your face as he takes your hand. "it's pretty.." he whispers in awe, a loving expression on your face. usually he's the type to wanna lay on your chest, having your nails graze his scalp so he can finally relax. he knows you love it too, like he's a big lap dog you can watch movies with.

he feels a lil different tonight though, maybe he's just pent up, but all he can think about is your pretty, delicate hand wrapped around his cock, your lipstick smeared around your mouth and making rings on the length of his cock. and you know he's thinking about something, because he moves his hand up yours before grabbing your wrist and pressing your palm against his cock.

"feel that? that's what you do to me, so damn sweet. you and that needy cunt is all i can think about. c'mere, wanna see those pretty hands jerk me off." you don't waste any time moving your head into his lap as he pulls down his sweats, your hands finding their place at the base of his cock and cupping his balls, your tongue already lapping at his tip, savoring the taste of his pre-cum. he looks so fucking hot like this, legs spread, arm resting on the back of the couch while his hand moves down your back and under your leggings, determined to feel more of you. you're always such a good girl when you sink your mouth lower on his cock, tip hitting the back of your throat which makes his hips buck and his head tilt back as he groans.

"i got so lucky, pretty wife that knows how to suck dick. so eager for me to touch you, huh? need my fingers to fill up that tight pussy, don't you, honey? can't answer with a mouthful of cock, can you?" leon can never help himself, he has to be a little smug, because he landed such a hot piece of ass and he's more than confident about you belonging to him completely. how you stop everything you're doing to please him. how can he not pay back the favor? he pulls your leggings down to your thighs along with your panties, coating his fingers in your slick before slipping his fingers inside your welcoming pussy. you clench around his thick fingers when you feel the cold metal of his wedding band, and it only makes him smile wider.

like i said, he really does love to pamper you. make you feel pretty all the time, because you are. you may not think you are all the time, but he sure as shit does. pretty enough to carry his baby, too. "such a pretty girl, you'd look even more beautiful with my baby inside you." you whimper around his cock, pulling your head up to stroke him so you can catch your breath. "like that one, hmm? you always walk around looking like a fucking milf, so damn sexy with those tight jeans and cute heels i buy for you." you knew he was a family man, wanted at least two kids, but damn he did not have to make the idea sound that fucking hot.

and you let him, he could give you a whole bloodline and you'd do it with a smile. letting him fuck his huge load of cum into your tight cunt, those pretty nails digging into his back as your legs keep him pumping his cum inside you. "atta girl, can't wait to see that pregnancy test. gonna keep you here and take good care of you, promise." he lets you come back down to reality as he leans up, getting a good view of your blissed out smile, humming contently as you look up at him. "you won't have to lift a single finger with me around, trust me."

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Catharsis (DemiGod!Bakugou x Soulmate!Reader)

Here I Am! Another Collab. Another Baku.

This is a piece for the mythological au for the bnharem collab for august! 

The other works can be read here

This is NSFW content, so if you’re a minor, please DNI.

Warnings: Sexual Content, Death, Google Searches, Mentions of Murder, Actual Murder but not graphic at all.

I hope you enjoy! 

thanks to @katsukeen​ for cheering me on! thanks @kingexpl0sionmurder​ for listening to me ramble about this and writing with me in sprints, and also a thanks to @andypantsx3​ for reading it and loving it (if you haven’t read any of these wonderful humans work then you are missing out, go do it now, after you read this.)

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Caramel | Bakugou x Reader

summary: You got hit by a libido-increasing quirk after raiding a villain's camp and the first person's scent you smell after causes your sex drive to increase for that person. Your boyfriend just thinks you think he smells bad and has been feeling horrible about it.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: oral (f! & m! receiving)

a/n: i had an afternoon nap ('t was 4 hrs long idk if it's considered a 'nap') and dreamt of this hnnnnggg i had to share it to u guys

You've been covering your nose when you were around your boyfriend and it's starting to make him a little self conscious about himself. Did he smell bad? He thought you loved his smell though?

"Hey shitty hair. Do I smell bad?" Katsuki asks, feeling the warm water run down his body. Your class had just finished training for today and now you were all asked to freshen up before dinner.

"What are talking about Bakubro? You /always/ anell like sweet caramel. Especially when you sweat. Why do you ask?" The redhead asks and usually Katsuki would tell him to mind his own business, but he figured that he's nineteen years old now and he should act more like an adult.

You had taught him that opening up about his feelings is nothing to be embarrassed about and he's now currently working on being more open. "It's just..." He starts, "Y/n has been covering her nose with her handkerchief everytime she's near me."

"But Y/n loves how you smell? Isn't that why she was attracted to you in the first place?" Eijirou points out, lathering the soap all over his body, cleaning every spot so he won't end up smelly later tonight.

When Katsuki doesn't answer, Eijirou took this as an opportunity to try to lift his best friend's spirits up. "Look bro, there's nothing a good talk can fix. Communication is key for every relationship to work." Eijirou speaks in a matter-of-fact tone, to which Katsuki scoffs at. "Preach about that to me when you've asked Mina out." He says before leaving the shower rooms to get changed.

The blond walks to the kitchen, feeling refreshed and ready for dinner. He watches as you help around, setting the table for everyone. He walks up to you, hands in his pockets. "Y/n." He calls out.

You turn your head to the side, jumping in surprise before turning your head to the side. Katsuki can see your chest visibly rise as you hold in your breath. Now that was just insulting.

Did you really hate how he smelled that much?

His expression falls before he turns around and walks back to the direction of the elevator, spirit crushed. This went unnoticed by you as you were too busy holding your breath and thinking of things other than Katsuki's smell.

By the time you noticed Katsuki had left, Eijirou has his hand on your shoulder. "Hey, Y/n..." You turn around to face him and he looks really worried. "If you think Bakugou smells so bad to the point that you won't even breathe when he's around, then I think you should just tell the guy. Every time you cover your nose or hold your breath when you're with him really insults him and he's been feeling really bad about it lately." The red head scratches his nape, his face turned away.

"Wait- he thinks I think he smells bad?" You ask, furrowing your brows. "Why else won't you breathe near him?" Eijirou raises a brow to which you close your eyes at, clenching your jaw.

"This has been a very big misunderstanding." You say before walking towards the elevator, pressing on the floor of where Katsuki's room was at. You quickly pace to his door, mentally preparing yourself before knocking on his door.

"What?" His usual harsh tone goes straight through the door. "Suki? It's me, I think we need to have a talk."

"We can talk this way perfectly fine. I wouldn't want you passing out from holding in your breath since you absolutely hate breathing the same air as me." He sarcastically spits.

"Bakugou Katsuki open this door right now so we can clear this misunderstanding." You demand, the other side of the door growing quiet before you hear some shuffling and finally, your boyfriend is opening the door for you.

His caramel scent that wafts inside his room hits you like a boulder and you have to clench your jaw as well as roll your hands into fists to try and control yourself. "What?" He asks, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

He's wearing a black tank top and black basketball shorts to match that clung onto his body like air, showing off his body that has been sculpted by three years of hard work, training and exercises.

You push your hand against his chest, pushing him back into his room as you close the door behind you. You keep your eyeso n his face, swallowing thickly as your palms clammed up.

"Remember that raid we did a week ago?" You ask, turning your head to the side to at least try to block off his scent. He clicks his tongue, "Yeah, of course I do. After that you came to the conclusion that you didn't want to inhale the same air as me."

You glare at him, "I got hit by a libido-increasing quirk which will depend on who's scent I smell first right after the quirk hit me. I got knocked out and you carried me to the medics." You explain, your face flushing deeply as well as your ears.

"Then- then why didn't you say anything-?"

"Fine, that part was my fault! I thought it'd go away but it didn't."

"Then why didn't you tell the pros? Or at least me?"

"/Because!/ It's embarrassing." You furrow your brows, "If I told the pros, they'll have to know that I have to have sex with Katsuki Bakugou, age nineteen, class 3A, quirk explosion, hair color ash-blond, height six-one."

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks, tone a bit softer than before. "I checked your schedule and found out that you were very busy this week. I didn't want to be a hindrance to you."

He takes a step forward, his scent driving you crazy as he backs you up onto the door. "Well, it's a friday night and we get the whole day off tomorrow." He places his hands loosely on your waist. He leans in, running his lips over the side of your neck softly, making you taking in his scent. "What do you say? Need my help with your quirk problem?"

He pulls away, vermilion eyes boring deep into yours. His scent causes you to grow hazy as you reach your hands to his nape, hooking them on his shoulders to pull him towards you. You lean in towards him, burying your nose onto the crook of his neck as you begin grinding your cunt onto his thigh. "Mmmmhhh, fuck yes please." You whisper, pressing your lips onto his.

The feeling of finally being able to kiss your boyfriend after a week of no touching-literally- feels like an explosion of many things; relief, happiness, excitement and most of all, lust.

You feel him snake his beefy arms around your waist, pulling you towards him as you comb your fingers through his hair, your tongues playing wrestle before he's sucking on your lower lip.

The two of you pull away for air, looking into each other with eyes a dark shade of lust. A soft growl slips from his lips as he presses his lips on yours again, his hands going on either side of your thighs, lifting you up as you casually wrap your legs around his waist.

He moves his hips, grinding onto you until even the shorts you're wearing are damp from your slick. "You smell so good Suki." You breathe out, letting him carry you in that position to his bed. He lays you down gently, one hand supporting his weight and the other exploring your body.

"I can finally fucking touch you." He growls onto your lips, leading kisses down to your jaw and neck, lapping his tongue over your sweet spot as his hands lift your tank top up, exposing your bra. Katsuki leaves the sensitive area of your neck to explore the hills of your breasts instead, sucking onto the soft skin as he takes you by your waist, flipping the two of you around.

As you lay on top of him, he skillfully unhooks your bra with one hand, letting your breasts fall unsupported when he pushes your bra upward. He takes a nipple into his mouth, his hot cavern causing you to arche your back, the feeling of pleasure absolutely mind-blowing.

He takes the bud in between his teeth, the mixed feeling of pain and pleasure causing you to mewl lightly as he kneads your ass with his big hands. As he busies his mouth with your breasts, his fingers slip underneath your shorts and panties, squeezing and massaging your ass before you push yourself off of him.

"You've been smelling so good this week. Everytime I got back to my dorm I couldn't help but touch myself thinking of you." You say, crawling backwards and off the bed, never breaking eye contact with your boyfriend. You place your hand on the tent of his shorts, your fingers hooking themselves onthe waistline, pulling his shorts down along with his underwear, causing his cock to spring up.

You take his member in your hand, Katsuki hissing at the feeling of your soft hand around his cock, puming it as the other fondles with his balls. You lean in, doing kitten licks on the tip before wrapping your lips around his pre-cum and saliva soaked head. You pull away, chuckling. "Salty caramel." You hum before taking as much of him as you can, feeling your pussy drip at the feeling your boyfriend's cock in your mouth.

You bob your head a few times, licking the underside of the cock before going back to pushing him deep inside your mouth. You bob your head, hands busying themselves with his sac as you push your head even deeper, feeling his tip reach the middle part of your neck.

Katsuki pushes himself up, leaning on his elbow as one hand combs through your hair, the warmth of your throat around his cock pushing him over the edge.

"Fuck baby, deep throat me one more time." He pants and you do as you're told, his scent causing your head to go haywire as the feeling of him shooting his warm load down your throat. You roll your eyes back, the discernment of having your mouth full of your boyfriend's cock while your throat caters his cum has your walls fluttering.

You pull away, opening your mouth and pushing your tongue out to show you've swallowed every last drop. Katsuki smiles, cupping your jaw and pulling you into a hot kiss, tasting himself on your tongue.

He pulls away, noting how your pupils are dilated, pushing the reaction as an effect of the quirk. He flips the two of you once more, pulling your shorts and panties down. "Look how wet you are." He presses two fingers onto your wet cunt, soaking them in between your folds, earning a moan from you before bringing them back to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean.

"Mmmm, you taste amazing baby." He groans, lowering himself so his face is leveled with your cunt. You suck in a breath, feeling his hot breath fan against your hole as you hear him snicker. "Look how desperate your hole is- clenching around nothing with just the feeling of my breath on it." He grins sadistically, immediately pressing his lips and tongue onto your sex.

You arche your back, your hands flying to comb themselves through his hair as your toes point. His tongue slides itself in between your folds, as you feel his nose rubbing against your clit. Katsuki fucking you with such a wet and warm muscle has you reaching your orgasm much faster than either of you expected. You walls clench around his soft muscle, earning a surprised sound from him as he sucks at your slick, pulling away once you've finished.

He lets go of your legs, letting them fall to the sides as you pant, embarrassed by how quick it took for you to cum. "Just how needy are you for me, baby?" He asks, kneeling on the bed to take off his tank top before pushing his shorts and underwear a little to drop them on the floor. "So much." You blurt out, lust clouding your mind.

"Then I'm sure you won't mind if I do this." He grabs you by your waist, pulling you towards him as he pushes his cock inside you, your tight walls stretching with every inch of him entering you. "Oh fuck!" You cry out, the pain and feeling of being stretched out by your boyfriend's cock driving you wild.

"But I just- came!" You yell. "You say that, but you're pulling at my hips." Katsuki points out, chuckling.

"Just- shut the fuck up and- oh god- fuck me already!" You whine, earning a deep chuckle from the blond. He leans into your ear, nibbling you helix. "As you wish." He whispers, thrusting his hips once.

Your eyes widen as your mouth forms an O. You grab on his biceps, digging your nails on them as your legs part even more, wanting to feel your boyfriend more. His thrusts become much deeper and rougher, Katsuki pushes himself up, pressing your legs your chest, pressing you into a mating press.

"Mmmff- fuck Katsu!" You moan loudly as he lets go of your legs, flipping the two of you around. As you support yourself on top of him by staying on your knees and elbows, he thrusts relentlessly inside you in the new position, his cock reaching places he couldn't reach in the other position.

He pushes himself up, sitting you on his lap as he watches you bounce on his cock greedily, watching as your tits bounced everytime you did. Riding him had you feeling fuller than ever, your mind reaching a state of nirvana as you fuck yourself even deeper with your boyfriend's cock, the movement of your hips becoming sloppier and messier as you feel your orgasm slowly creeping up to you.

"I'm close- god i'm close." You whisper, letting him wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. Your nails dig at his back as he thrusts inside you, already starting to stand as your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, pulling your hips closer to him everytime he thrusts up inside you so the two of you were in the same rhythm.

"God, fuck, Suki. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" You pant, cupping his jaw and pulling him into a kiss, your tongues dancing with each other in sync as you feel one thrust is deeper than the others, pushing you over into your orgasm. You moan loudly, the way your walls clenched around Katsuki's cock has him moan loudly.

"Fuck you're milking me so good baby." He moans, thrusting slowly as the two of you ride your orgasms before he sets you on the bed. The two of you pant, the air's scent a mixture of caramel and sweat.

"Would it make me a bad boyfriend to say I really want you to get hit by that quirk again so we can fuck like this one more time?" He asks, face buried on your neck. You chuckle at his words,

"Mmmm, just one more time?"

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Daminette December 2023: 18-Hiding in the Shadows

Marinette looked around her pent house in Paris. She had everything she wanted as a teenager. Well, almost everything. She was a well-known fashion designer, to the people that were aware of her. She kept her business a secret and used an alias. Her clients all came from judgement on her other clients. Others designers knew her as 'Passion' after her store's brand. Very few knew her as Marinette Dupain-Cheng: Gabriel Agreste, Audrey Bourgeois, and Jagged Stone.

Marinette had enough money to pay her rent, her fabric, all of her equipment, anything a business woman could need. Marinette herself, not so much. She missed being able to walk out and go sit at a café for a bit. When she saw Wayne Enterprise opened a section in Paris, she came up with an idea.

'Wayne Enterprises is a place that usually pays big. Even a part time job should be fine. A little play money couldn't hurt. A few extra euros so I could eat out, get some comfy clothes so I'm not rushing between orders and messing up wouldn't hurt.'

Damian Wayne sat at his desk, looking through potential applicants. Many of them were attached to big names or had one of their own. As he rang background checks, he could see they were all connected to each other in one way or another. He smirked at his idea.

'Let's put on a show. I want to see what kind of people these applicants are around each other. Would they out themselves?'

Mari was escorted to a waiting room as Damian Wayne got through other interviews. When the door opened, the last thing she expected was to see some familiar faces: Chloe, Adrien, and Lila.

"I don't know why you're even here, Dupain-Cheng." Chloe snarled, after the door was closed, "This is a big company that would love to work with our families. You have nothing going for you."

Marinette sat down and smiled, "Is that right? I guess I must have sent the wrong order to your mother and that's why she wore my design down the red carpet at the MET Gala."

Chloe tensed up and refused to meet her gaze. She could tell Adrien and Lila were surprised as well.

Chloe cleared her throat, "You're lying."

"Call your mother and ask." Marinette shrugged, "Oh, that's right! She doesn't like you; she prefers your half sister, who can actually work and living on her own, instead of leeching off of her Daddy."

"This isn't you, Dupain-Cheng." Chloe declared.

"No. This is me." Marinette shrugged off the concerned looks, "I'm just not being forced to coddle you to make Caline Bustier's life easier. 'Oh, just show Chloe some love, so she'll know what it's like and she'll get better eventually. You'll see.' Even she knew you were a horrible person. She basically thought you were The Grinch. That with enough love, your heart would grow three sizes and you wouldn't be such a bitch anymore."

Everyone was speechless at Marinette's attitude. This wasn't the Marinette that they grew up with.

"Chloe Bourgeois." a security voice called.

Chloe held her head high as she walked into the office.

"Damian Wayne." Chloe stated.

"Sit!" he demanded.

Chloe was shocked by his attitude.

'Doesn't he know who I am?'

"Do you know who I am?" she shouted.

"A spoiled brat; Ive read the articles on the internet." Damian stated, "You are known for crying for your father when you don't get what you want. Even though you are the oldest, your half-sister is who your mother relies on to bring customers for Style Queen in New York."

"My father-" Chloe snarled.

"Isn't the mayor anymore. He hasn't been the mayor in three years." the Wayne heir spoke, "If you're thinking of blackmailing me, you chose the wrong person. Spread whatever lies you want or cry to your father, the hotel owner. I could make one post about how horrid his hotel is and he would go out of business. Could you live with that?"

Chloe stood there, speechless. The only person who talked to her like this was her mother.

"I'm in charge, here, and if it came down to it, your job would be scrubbing toilets all day." Damian declared.

Tears formed in Chloe's eyes.

'He's glaring at me, just like Mommy. He doesn't look happy. He looks at me like he wishes I was gone or someone else.'

"We're done here." Damian stated.

Chloe quickly rushed out of the office. The three saw her rushing away, crying.

'I knew she wouldn't last.'

"Marinette, I can't understand why you're like this." Lila spoke, as she took her seat.

'He made that Daddy's Girl cry. I better go at this carefully.'

"Oh, shove it, Lila." Marinette sighed, "All three of us, here, know you're a lying manipulative bitch. You don't have to fake it."

"I don't know-" Lila continued.

"Adrien already told me years ago that he made a deal with you. He made one with me, too. Did he ever tell you that?" Mari questioned.

Lila glanced towards Adrien, who kept his head down.

"Oh, he didn't." she giggled, "You see, I was already designing for Jagged Stone when you arrived to our school. Adrien even had me autograph things I designed for him."

The model had turned towards Adrien and was now glaring at him.

"I could have made your whole 'tinnitus-kitten bullshit' story go up in flames since day one." Mari smiled, "I could have video called him and you would have been labeled as delusional."

"I took all our friends away!" Lila cried out, in victory.

"No." Mari answered, "You took away people, who were finally talking to me. Chleo ensured that for seven years, I had no friends. Those 'friends' just went back to not talking to me. You didn't actually do anything. If anything, you helped me. You took away the class president duties from me and I had more free time. You turned Alya and Nino away, so I couldn't babysit. I designed more clothes and got more clients. You didn't make my life worse, Lila, you made it better."

Lila fumed. Adrien had played peace maker between the both of them. From what Marinette was saying, she could have won the war in an instant! She thought she had chased Marinette Duapin-Cheng out of school all those years ago and here she was smiling, practially laughing at her, saying it wasn't true. She had thanked her and said she made her life better.

'I need this job so I can rub it in her face! I need to win against her!'

"I do hope you at least did some research into Damian Wayne." Marinette stated.

"I've known Damian Wayne since we were children!" Lila announced.

"Is that what it told you, you should say when you looked up how rich his family is?" Mari inquired.

Lila stood up, in rage.

'How dare she!'

"Lila Rossi." security called out.

Lila smirked, "I'm coming."

"She really should have done her research." Marinette spoke out loud.

"Why do you say that?" Adrine asked.

"Lila likes to play off her tears and looks." Mari declared, "Damian Wayne hates going to galas because of girls that try to attach themselves to him."

"And?" Adrien questioned.

"He broke an Italian model's arm two months ago, for lying to him." the designer stated.

Adrien paled at her words. Marinette merely smiled and pulled out her phone and dialed emergency services.

"Hello, what is your emergency?" the voice asked.

"I think we need an ambulance at Wayne Enterprise." Marinette stated, "I think someone's arm is broken."

"Are you with this person?" the voice questioned.

"No." the designer answered.

"I have sent medical to your location." the voice declared, before hanging up.

"That was pretty extreme, Marinette. I have faith in Lila!" Adrien shouted, "I don't think he would do that! The Waynes have an imagine to uphold!"

"Maybe, you should have done your research." Mari shrugged, "You still have time. Maybe five minutes."

Lila sauntered her way into the office.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne." She spoke, calmly.

"Sit." He demanded, not looking up.

Lila waved off his decleration. She moved past the chair in front of his desk and walked her way to his side.

"Can I sit on your lap?" She asked, "You see, I have tinnitus and-"

"There is nothing in here that would activate your tinnitus. Tinnitus is when you can't here anything for a brief amount of time, but a loud ringing. It's usually followed after hearing an extremely loud sound. I should know; I went to medical school." Damian stated.

'Shit. My usual tactics won't work here.'

Lila nodded and made her way back to the seat.

"Why shoud I hire you?" The Wayne heir questioned.

Lila fluttered her lashes, "I'm a model for Gabriel Agreste."

"Former model." Damian interjected, "You now model on Instagram and Only Fans."

Lila turned red. She didn't expect them to aware of her new lifestyle.

"Now, Miss Lerouch-" he continued.

Lila paled, "Wh-What did you call me?"

"Cerise Lerouch." Damian stated, "Did you think I would not delve into your background? I have to know who I am working with."

Cerise quickly leaped up from her seat and rushed around the desk.

"Don't touch me." Damian demanded.

"I'll do anything." Cerise cried out, grabbing onto his arm.

The Wayne heir growled, "Let go."

"I can help you relieve stress in other ways, you know." Cerise pleaded.

Damian grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back, harshly. Cerise screamed in pain.

"I have no need for whores." Damian spoke.

He grabbed the back of her shirt, arm still twisted, and walked her to his office door. He grabbed the knob and threw her out, in front of his security team.

"Drag this whore out by the hair, if you have too, but I want her off Wayne Enterprise grounds and blacklisted!" Damian shouted.

"Yes, Mr. Wayne." they spoke simultaneously, as he slammed his door shut.

"Shit, I think her arm is broken." the one on the left declared.

"She would call an ambulance?" the one on the right asked.

"Please, help me! It hurts so much!" Cerise begged, cradling her arm.

"You shouldn't have pissed him off." the one on the right declared, "Damian Wayne isn't one to mess around."

A man rushed towards them with medical workers.

"Did you guys call for an ambulance and someone with a broken arm?" the new guy asked.

"No, but perfect timing." the one on the left stated, "Girl with broken arm right here."

Cerise was walked by the waiting room. Inside, she could see Adrien looked horrified before turning to Marinette. She was smiling at her. Then, the baker's daughter flipped her off.

'She knew! That bitch knew how this would end!'

Cerise burst into tears as she was carted off.

"I guess that just leaves you and me, Agreste." Marinette stated.

Adrien began to feel uncomfortable.

"I do hope you do better than they did." She spoke, "For your Father's sake."

"Huh?" Adrien asked, confused.

"Damian Wayne isn't one to back down, not even to his father. He can make his father bow down to him. You have no idea how......attractive that is to a woman, Adrien." Mari smiled, "A man with a spine."

The model gulped, watching Marinette lick her lips.

"You should grow a spine." she declared, "Maybe then your father won't force you to model for him. I' sure that's why Kagami chose Felix over you. Your cousin has a spine. It looks good on him. Maybe, that's why Kagami didn't take my advice on how to get back with you after the break up."

Adrien only looked at her in shocked.

"Alya told me you broke up and I went to see her." Marinette continued, "I tried to help, but she didn't want to. She said it was better that way and well, Felix and you did look alike as teens. The same face with a spine; kind of hard to resist. They're so happy and their twins are adorable."

"Adrien Agreste, Mr. Wayne will see you now." the voice spoke over the intercom.

The model looked over at the designer. She waved at him, but said nothing. Adrien stood up and stood tall.

Adrien walked into Damian's office. It was intimidating; Marinette was right. He was scarier than his father.

"Why should I hire you, Adrien Agreste?" Damian questioned.

"I hate modeling. I prefer computers and science. I want to break free of Gabriel." Adiren admitted, "You don't have to worry about me telling him anything because I never learned anything about fashion. I couldn't even tell you the names of two different shades of fabric. If anyting, you should hire Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Marinette has always been an amazing designer. She was recognized by Father and Style Queen when she was only thirteen. She's the one who would know everything about fashion."

Damian hid his smirk behind his hand and looked down at the papers about Adrien again.

'What a miracle worker you are, Miss Dupain-Cheng. Agreste grew a spine.'

"We may have an internship available in our science department." Damian spoke, "Do you still live with your father?"

"Yes." Adrien spoke.

"We have a company home we prefer our interns reside in." Damian continued.

He noticed Adrien seemed relieved about that.

"The internship isn't a guarantee." The Wayne heir continued, "We need to see you commitment and dedication first hand. If you can't keep up, we'll put you in a different department. If you keep failing to meet our expectations, you'll have no choice but to keep modeling for your father."

"Tell him we'll work with him for one year, as a test." Damian continued, "You have one year to get your affairs in order. You'll need to move in one month from now and if not, consider the contract cancelled. I will inform them you are expected."

"Thank you." Adrien smiled.

Damian waved him off and Adrine walked out of the office, happy.

Marinette stood up when her name was called. As she walked towards the office, she saw Adrien smiling at a paper. She entered the office and closed the door.

"Please sit Miss Dupain-Cheng." Damian ordered.

Marinette immediately took a seat in front of him.

"Why should I hire you?" He questioned.

Mari shrugged, "You don't really have to."

"Oh?" Damian pushed.

"I'm only here for a part time job." the designer answered, "You know, helping out on the floor, coffee grabber, secretary gig. That sort of thing."

"Excuse me?" he asked, shocked, " Aren't you a fashion designer."

"With my own clients and I can pay for my own things." She smiled.

"Then why are you here?" Damian questioned.

Marinette sat back further in the chair and got comfortable, "Play money. I spend my own on my deisgns, fabrics, equipment, rent. Why not have a little extra to treat myself to a night out or a night in, for once?"

That was not the answer he had been expecting.

Damian laughed, "What if I decide to keep you?"

"Keep me as in?" Marinette pushed.

"I decide I want to become one of your clients." he offered.

"Are you offering?" the designer asked, "I've seen some of those suits you wear to galas and it doesn't bring you out to your full potential."

"And that would be?" he asked.

"You're outshined by your father, your older brothers, and the company." She spoke, "You can stand out, but maybe you want to fade into the back, less people to grope you."

Damian chuckled and stood up from his seat. He made his way around the desk and rested on it.

"What would you dress me in, right now?" Damian questioned.

"Depends." Marinette smiled, "Do you always wear a suit to work or are you interested in a change?"

"Tell me about this hypothetical change." He demanded.

"Ever heard of quick change wear?" She asked.

"No." he replied.

"It mainly takes woman into factor. Clothes that can go from working at the office to going out on a date or partying." Mari answered, "Just a few adjustments and possibly a new shade of makeup and usually people tend to think they took all day to get ready."

Damian took what she said into account, "And for men?"

"Most don't really have the option." Marinette shrugged, "Shame, but on you.....your figure. Well, there's nothing sluttier than a man wearing a sleeveless turtleneck."

The Wayne heir couldn't help but think of his old League of Assassin's outfits.

"No one at work would know if you have a blazer on and buttoned." She continued, "It is your office so you can always install a closet here and keep an extra pair of clothes. Jeans, if you prefer. Who is to say that this whole time, you weren't wearing sweatpants and just dressed from the waist up."

He chuckled ather way of thinking.

'Effective, but true not the less. I could kick out anyone who entered my office, should I choose to dress comfortably, and there was a closet hidden behind the cabinets.'

"Another thing most people tend to do is incorporate their culture into their clothing, as well." Marinette spoke, "Personally, I use apple blossoms in most of my designs for myself."

"Miss Dupain-Cheng, you are not what I was expecting." Damian declared, "I like to expect everything."

Mari smiled, "I've been known to be...unpredictable."

"You want to work part time in the fashion section." The Wayne heir stated, "Even if it's just grabbing coffee or lunch for others."

"Correct." she answered.

"Fine." Damian spoke, "You can work here, part time, at least three days a week. I f you have a big comission, I want to know about it. You can keep the details to yourself, but I want a time frame."

Marinette nodded, happily.

"I also want you to make me something to relax in the office that could pass for office wear." he suggested, "I'll pay for fabric of course. I can send you the details of my heritage via email, later."

Marinette stood up, "I'll start on that and bring it by Friday."

Damian grabbed her hand and kissed it, "I'll see you Monday morning, at 9AM, for work. We can go over your schedule then."

Marinette felt her face flush as his lips connected with her hand. His gaze was piercing.

"Yes, Mr. Wayne." She answered, flustered.

Damian waved his hand, dismissing her, but he still followed her to the door.

"You know, Miss Dupain-Cheng." He whispered, pressing himself to her back, "They may not be able to see it, but I see what lurks in the shadows. I can see what you hide there. I can wait a bit longer for the side of you that wants to come out and play."

"Is that so?" Marinette whispered back.

"I'll enjoy getting to know you, in the future." Damian spoke, before opening the door.

Marinette took a breath before she walked out the door.

"Marinette, did you get the job?" Adrien asked.

"Yes." she answered.

The model sighed in relief, "I told him you were good. I told him about Father and Audrey."

"Did you think I wouldn't be able to get it on my own?" Mari questioned.

"That's not what I meant!" Adrien cried, surprised at the question.

"Then, don't belittle me and my work." Marinette declared, "He already knew who I was. The Wayne keep a check on everyone and everything. Did you seriously not expect him to know about our families? He was probably listening to us in the waiting room."

Adrien gulped in response.

"Besides, I wasn't apart of whatever you three were fighting over." Marinette smiled, walking away.

'What did she mean by that?'

Adrien turned to see Damian Wayne leaning against the door, wearing a smirk on his face. Damian took notice of the model and hardened his gaze. Adrien gulped as Damian stood tall and closed his door again.

'What was he staring at?'

Adrien turned his head back down the corridor and saw Marinette speaking to the receptionist.

'He was after Marinette the whole time!'

'He already knew who I was.'

'He was probably listening to us in the waiting room.'

'Besides, I wasn't apart of whatever you three were fighting over.'

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Edna makes the sickest burn... 0:-)

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Edna Mode was a renowned designer, famed for her harsh but accurate critiques, her fierce and practical lines, and of course, being the designer of the majority of superheroes.

And now she was hosting a fashionista gala, inviting those worthy of a Mode gala. As for those asking for an invite, Edna just asks who they are and calls security.

Lila, as the self-proclaimed BFF of Ladybug, and Gabriel’s muse, had already boasted of receiving the glamorous invitation. It didn’t just come in an envelope, it came out of the sky in a rosewood chest, accompanied by a bottle of wine and canapés. (Or so she says. Adrien and Marinette rolled their eyes. Chloé wasn’t paying attention)

Alya: Girl, I’m so jealous. But hey, maybe this will be a good thing. After all, Adrien is going with Kagami. Chloe will just stick with her mom. That means it’s a chance for you and Marinette to know each other better.

Oh yeah, did I mention that everyone knows Marinette is MDC?

Lila forced a grin but didn’t want to make any promises.

Imagine Lila’s rage to know she wasn’t given an invite because she was just a model. Adrien was the heir to a fashion company. She was not.

With all the bragging Lila did, she can’t back out or Chloe and Marinette will call out her absence. (Chloé learned about Lila being a guest from Sabrina later from gossiping)

So, she stole Marinette’s invitation. She did some editing and made her own customised invite, brandishing it for her class to see.

Marinette saw her invitation missing, rolled her eyes and reported the theft to Edna. Plz, everyone knows Edna invited her. She didn’t really need a piece of expensive paper.

The day of the gala arrived, and Lila brought out her invite.

The guard looked at his clipboard. “You’re not on the list.”

Lila: No, but I do have an invite. Obviously someone must have made a mistake with your list.

The guard snorted. “If that’s the case, then your fingerprints and eye scans should have already been registered. That’s what opens the doors.“

Lila gulped and thought about sneaking in with the next guest. But no such luck. Security made sure one person entered at a time.

As the security guard moved to push Lila back into the crowd of fans, Lila cried out that she knows Ladybug and Gabriel.

Guard: what’s your point?

Lila: You’ll be fired for this!

Guard: Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard this all before.

Another guard just scoffed. “You’re only a model. One of many in the industry. Miss Mode doesn’t care for models.”

Lila: what are models if not the face of fashion?

“Spoiled, stupid little stick figures with poofy lips who think only of themselves” Edna herself was at the entrance, wondering what was causing the disruption in her guest entrance flow.

Lila: How can you say that? Then why would Ladybug be my Best Friend?

Edna: the day Ladybug says she is your Best Friend is the day I wear crocs. And I don’t mean crocodile leather.

Edna points at a random guard. “You, get this so-called model out of the way. She is blocking the queue.

Oh by the way, Edna calling out Lila was caught on camera by the reporters.

One of them questioned why she was kicking out Gabriel’s muse when his son, a supermodel himself, was invited.

Edna: I did not invite the boy because of his face. I invited him because I saw potential (basically she realized he was Chat Noir. She would never invite Adrien otherwise. As seen from her quote, she doesn’t have a high opinion of models) That is, if he ever gets out of his father’s shadow. Because, let’s face it darling, what can Adrien do besides look pretty and play with swords and piano? You would think the boy would be in part of business meetings, but no. At this rate, Gabriel needs this gala to get out of that stuffy house. Realize that maybe his parenting methods are flawed compared to some other talented figures here. Look at Miss Kagami, focused on upholding her family legacy of fencing. MDC already knows how to run her own business after learning a bit from her parents. Even Audrey’s daughter has been joining in on becoming a fashion critic and throwing parties for political parties. But I must go, my guests await.

Back inside the party, guests were avoiding a seething Gabriel’s eyes. He had come to scout out the superhero guests, only to be called out by Edna on live tv.

Marinette went up to Edna and asked one of her fashion idols why she burned the Agrestes in public.

Edna: do you think Gabriel would change his parenting ways if we did not expose them to the influential figures of this industry, as well as the public eye? I guarantee you Adrien will be allowed more freedom of choice, lest Gabriel wants his son to be known as a coddled boy who can’t even make his own decisions.

Edna didn’t bother softening her sharp voice as she says these words.

Adrien flushed.

Quickly changing the subject, Marinette asked why Edna hated models.

Edna: it’s not that I hate them personally. I just hate their jobs and what they represent. Models nowadays are beautiful only according to the world standards. People who see them want to be like them, never mind that the models they see on the screen are airbrushed to unrealistic and impossible perfection. Now models focus only on their own appearance, trying to maintain their beauty as time ages them. They go on diets and become superficial. Whereas outside the modelling industry or such like, you don’t need to be stereotypically beautiful to be worthy. Where your worth is measured in kindness and bravery and talent and intelligence and anything beyond superficiality.

Adrien overheard and he frowned, not liking the idea where his appearance on ads is not exactly right. He only joined the company to make his father happy. But maybe it’s time he stepped into the business side of things and exit the modelling world. Bonus: no more Lila!

Edna snorted, “Though I must admit Gabriel surprised me with his newest model. Her attitude is lousy but she doesn’t strike me as a model. She just doesn’t have that model walk. But enough about the old man, my dear MDC, let’s talk about you. I love your gender-neutral line. And was wondering if you would like to join me in creating my next line of clothes for the Incredibles. A rare opportunity but I like style. Now take this offer before I change my mind.”

Marinette: wait, do I have to fly over or-

Edna: you are too excited, darling, but don’t worry, my assistants will send you the details.

Why are the Incredibles getting a new look? The kids are growing up and Edna wanted to move on to new styles.

As Marinette was flabbergasted, Audrey congratulated her for landing the job. Kagami and Adrien also beamed at her good fortune.

Even the Incredibles admitted they looked forward to working with her. Violet was a big fan.

Gabriel was seething and thought about akumatizing himself but come on, one villain against a room of superheroes? No thanks.

Drinking a glass of wine, he eventually admits that Edna had a point, however loudly and rudely it had been announced.

He would not be around forever and he wanted to leave the company in Adrien’s hands. In order for that to happen, his son needs to know business (if he can’t design, he can hire designers)

And yes, Lila was a lousy model. She survived by shooting with professional models who managed to overpower her mediocre work. But a deal was a deal. Besides, her contract was only for a year.

After the gala, Adrien happily quit modelling (aka Lila) to spend more time with his father, learning about how to run a company.

Marinette and Edna proudly claimed credit for the fashionable Incredibles.

Violet also became the talk of the school for her MDC exclusives.

Lila had been humiliated on air. Alya hesitated but finally did her research. At the end, she collapsed over the ruined credibility of her blog. But she can still get revenge by informing the principal, Ms Bustier and Mrs Rossi what Lila lied about. The perks of being a class vice president for a busy class president is that she also has the contacts list for emergencies.

Considering how Lila framed Marinette, there would be no suspension or detention. Only expulsion. Good luck finding a new school when Edna’s gala was a global topic.

When Lila returned to school for her last week (it takes time to gather evidence and get the attention of busy adults), nobody wanted to talk to her or even exchange glances. She quietly kept to herself, hoping for this to blow over soon. She was still a model working for Gabriel. She could befriend other supermodels (as if. Like they would want to befriend her after Edna called her out)

Hell, even her jobs were down. Gabriel just told her to take test shoots to fill up her portfolio until the hype died down (aka her contract expired)

When Lila was expelled, she was ready to be akumatized into Chameleon again. Except one problem. Everyone avoided her like hell so how could she kiss her target. Even Adrien was told to stay away lest his reputation be tarnished.

Ok, I admit it. I was hit by “I’m no Angel” quotes as I wrote this. But seriously, does anyone feel weird at the idea of trying to become thinner when your weight is just right, all the while you know there are people out there even thinner than you are and are starving, not because they want to be stereotypically thin, but because they cannot afford food?

Mirio... 😳😳😳😳💀😱😱😱😱💀

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Mirror, Mirror On The Wall

Requested by @oligbia

Warning : Heavy! Smut, Slight Dacryphilia, Slight Degradation, Praise Kink, Overstimulation, Hair Pulling, Size Kink, Mirror Sex, Slight Fluff (ending)

Pairing : Mirio x f!Reader !characters are aged up!

WC: 1K

a/n: Clearly got carried away with this one. Thanks to the lovely Liv for the request, had tons of fun writing it. Forgive any mistakes, lmao. Hope you enjoy it too! Requests are open

"Look how pretty you are, baby" Mirio coos as he bunches your hair in his hand, tugging your head upwards so you could look at the mirror. Look at the way the man almost twice your size was pounding into you, the way your breasts jiggled with every thrust of his, how flushed both of you were and how desperate you looked, knees and elbows bruised and wobbling due to rubbing against the covers so much.

"Such a slutty baby, gushing all over my cock" he chuckles before using his hand to reach over and grab your jaw, pushing his index and middle finger deep into your mouth, gagging you and forcing your mouth open, drool seeping out as his thrusts slow to rhythmic, determined ones, giving you a second of leisure to comprehend what he was saying

His fingers coat themselves in your saliva before letting your hair fall over your face, hand reaching around to your chest before pulling you back into him, back flush against his chest, giving you a seat on his thighs. Your head rests against his shoulder, eyes lazily glancing at your reflection in the mirror, body in full view as Mirio spoke

"Watch"

His wet fingers made their way to your folds, rubbing just above where his cock entered you, grazing against your sensitive clit, earning a few whimpers from you before grinding into you, fingers spreading your sticky folds to show you how his cock moves inside you

"Please.. Mirio.." you beg, wanting your release desperately as you hear a small laugh before a gasp escaped you. His fingers were now concentrated on your clit, rubbing gentle circles before picking up the pace, with both his fingers and cock, sending you into a plethora of pleasure, mind numbing at the feeling, hot tears pricking at your eyes

It just felt so good

"If you ask so nicely.. Who am I to say no?" His teeth on your earlobe as he nibbles gently, the position letting him fuck deeper into you

"Be a good girl and cum for me, will you do that? Will you be a good girl?" He asks, breathing labored, watching your tears cascade over your cheeks as you manage to frantically nod before clamping down hard on him, hands wrapped around his neck before pulling him into a kiss, moaning into his mouth as your orgasm crashed down on you, body shaking due to the intensity as he holds you close, helping you ride it out with slight touches to your core and gentle words

"That's my girl" he says and peppers your cheek with kisses, before laying back, pulling you into a full Nelson

"I want you to watch, baby, watch how you squeeze around my cock. Can you do that for me? Hold yourself open" he instructs and you nod softly, still out of it due to your first orgasm, blindly following his instructions, fingers dipping down to open your folds, a slight whimper leaving you as you see Mirio's cock stuffed in you

"Good job, baby" he says before resting his hands on your hips, one thrust of his hips bringing you back to Earth as he fucks into you like a starved man, your walls hugging onto him and refusing to let go, slight whimpers falling from you

"Mirio..too much" you whine, eyes finding his through the mirror

"You can do it, baby. Just a little longer, such a sweet girl, aren't you?" he says, flashing a quick grin as you nod slightly as his hand moves to your breasts, kneading and slapping them

You cry out, in pleasure and overstimulation as your hand reaches to hold onto his hair, not letting your eyes fall away from your reflection on the mirror, because you were a good girl and good girls listen to their boyfriend

Mirio's eyes drifted back to the mirror and the sight could have made him cum, it was so hot. The view of you, spread open for him, wetness coating his thighs and dripping onto the bed, your face and chest flushed red, hair sticking to your forehead but still trying your hardest to keep your eyes open to watch him as he broke you apart, fucking your cunt into the shape of his cock, the pleasure visible in your eyes and the way your lips never met for more than a second as he coaxed all the lewd noises he possibly could from you

Your free hand snaked down to grab Mirio's, bringing his hand to your cunt, silently begging him to touch you, earning an amused chuckle by him. The high from the pleasure had you racing for the next climax, the knots in your abdomen painfully taut. Usually he'd demand you use your words but he was feeling especially lenient right now

His fingers rubbed and circled your swollen clit, flicking and pinching just the way you liked it, fingers playing around your wet walls and hood, his cock rubbing against all your favorite spots in a way that had your legs shaking and heart rushing

"Oh, is my baby going to cum? Watch yourself cum" he says as he speeds up slightly, all the spasming around his dick pushing him closer to his edge, you sobbing in pleasure and chanting his name out in strings didn't help his case as you grabbed his hand and held onto it tight making Mirio growl into your ear

"Cum baby, cum all over me fuck! fucking cum" he commands as your mind goes white, falling over the edge hard, body spasming slightly as he shoots his release into you, stuffing you full.

"This cunt is all mine, you're all mine now, fuck"

His gentle thrusts bring you down from your second high, the room filled with heavy breathing and lewd squelching. Supporting himself on his elbows he smiled at your worn out form, holding onto him tightly, breathing finally calmed. Leaning into you, he pressed a soft kiss against your lips

"You were such a good girl for me. So good. I'm so lucky to have you baby girl" he whispers as he presses another kiss to your temple, a small smile playing on your lips at the compliments

"I love you, sunshine"

Wow... 🌴🌴🌴☀❤🌴🌴🌴

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strange magic

synopsis: sex pollen quirk? sounds fake. until you realize it isn’t. it’s totally real. not only is it totally real but it’s effecting you AND your fellow pro hero, Ground Zero. 

pairings: bakugoxf!reader

warnings: it’s smut so 18+, language but that’s a given, slight violence and a brief blood mention, characters are also aged up

a/n: based on this request!! it’s a lot different than libido in terms of like, content lmao, but the situation is similar sort of?? idk hopefully it’s not completely terrible bc i felt like i was a bit rusty writing this?? also excuse my overall writing ability and bad grammar <333 also there’s like a little tiny bit of fluff at the end!!! 

“Give up already!” 

Ground Zero barks, threatening sparks emitting from his palms. He was standing a few feet away from a woman, hysterical and clearly enraged by something he honestly didn’t care enough about to remember. Something about a cheating husband, maybe? Whatever, one thing he did know was that this lady just stabbed a guy in the middle of a popular park and if he didn’t hurry the poor cheating bastard would be dead soon. 

The woman pressed her heel into the victims chest, he yelped pathetically in response. “I said get away from me! This son of a bitch is going to get everything he deserves!” 

“Not happenin’ lady. Bastard or not you can’t just fucking stab people because you feel like it!” Ground Zero snaps back, he shifts his weight forward. 

“He has to pay! I’ll make him pay!” She screams, turning the knife in her hand, her heel digging further into the victims chest, it was becoming increasingly apparent that Ground Zero had to make his move soon. 

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Sorry if this offends others but I am a girl with big breasts, sorry again and I'm really sincere! Pls don't take this as an insult! Pls!!!!!! ;->

since were already talking about it: MHA pro heroes w an s.o. w/huge boobs(f!reader)

cw - minors dni, exhibitionism in hawks, lots of boob stuff, titfucking, cumplay

bakugou - handsy and protective, is always leaning down in your ear at the grocery store, one hand on your waist and growling something like, "if that guy doesn't stop starin atcha I'm gonna blow his fuckin' brains out." Absolutely loses his composure when you let him put it between them for the first time, and when you suck gently on the tip? it's all over for him.

kirishima - very sweet and domestic about it, but obsessed with your boobs. offers to massage them, holds them for your when you get tired, genuinely prefers you dont wear a bra around the apartment you share for ease of access, regardless of the change in shape.

denki - god help us, this man read somewhere that it's possible to make a woman cum just from nipple stimulation and with the help of his tongue and his quirk, he's determined to make it happen. Loves it when you ride him and he can bury his face between them because it's soft and warm.

shinsou - likes to sleep big spoon style with his hands on your chest, will gently massage them until your fall asleep or until you grind your ass against his crotch and let out a low needy moan, then you hear a dark chuckle in your ear as he reaches down and frees his length from his boxers, "did baby get needy?" he growls, "such a sensitive little thing".

dabi - likes to fuck you so hard they bounce painfully, bonus points if hes got your legs around his shoulders and he can watch the pain and pleasure on your face as he pounds into you at a brutal pace. Reaches down and slaps your chest, watching them bounce with an amused smile on his face as he rolls his hips against yours, "Fuck, baby," he rasps, "Gonna claim those pretty tits with my cum."

hawks - likes to sleep with his face buried in your chest, is absolutely unashamed at how much he LOVES your tits, it's not even always sexual, at least according to him, he just wants to feel close to you, that's why he's slipping a hand under your sweatshirt on the subway train, cupping it before rolling a nipple between two fingers. "Better stay quiet for me," he threatens, the growl in his tone making a shiver run up your spine, "wouldn't want anyone to know what a slut you are for me, would we?"

I love that movie, so punktastic and wicked... Good Night 💤🌙

😊 Sweet Dream

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Malignette du Pain

This draft is inspired by Cruella (2021)

When Lila’s lies have ostracised Marinette from the student body, she has nowhere to go.

Chloé and Sabrina adopt her into their clique.

Chloé makes it clear to Marinette that if she wants to survive school, she has to be the shark everyone believes she is. Otherwise she is a lost cause.

Fearful of getting bullied and emotionally distressed, Marinette begins to change.

She is still kind and helpful, but only to her real friends. Everyone else is ignored so she becomes an ice queen. (It was either ignore or bully)

Audrey then re-extends her offer to hire Marinette as her intern.

Working for Audrey is like working for Miranda Priestly. And yes, even the work environment is a every-man-for-himself situation, people look out for themselves first.

Marinette begins to develop a new persona and is nicknamed Malignette.

At a gala hosted by Gabriel, she makes a statement entrance, stealing the limelight from Lila and Adrien.

Malignette is not easily recognisable because she is wearing a red wig and constantly dons a mask.

Anyway, whenever Lila is due to attend an event, Malignette will definitely show up and steal the spotlight. She also takes great pleasure in critiquing her classmates.

Lila eventually figures out Marinette is Malignette and tries to get rid of her competition by setting her bakery on fire (this is a girl who wanted Oniichan to kill a hero.)

Malignette survives thanks to Adrien. He reveals he is being blackmailed by his father to befriend Lila or else Nino and the boys would be sued for trespassing and messing with the electricity on his birthday. (Whether he can or cannot does not matter because Adrien believes he can)

Marinette decides the Bourgeois women are right. In fashion, you are either a shark or shark bait.

A party is being held to celebrate Malignette’s triumphs. Attending are the celebrities Lila claims to associate with. And she is certainly intending to take selfies with them.

Careful with her own public appearance, Malignette doesn’t want the sole attention to be on her but wants everyone to enjoy how much they have all accomplished.

There are video screens showing award winnings by Jagged and Clara, Prince Ali’s charities, Chloe’s manner in organising akuma evacuation rules for schools, and of course, Lila’s accomplishments with the attending celebrities.

Needless to say, the celebrities are outraged and turn on Lila, and by extension Gabriel.

Some go to their social accounts to discredit Lila on the spot.

Lila runs away. Gabriel excuses himself to go akumatize her.

Come on, even Ladybug would know to watch out for an akuma. Imagine her surprise to see Lila reach out for an akuma.

Nonetheless, Ladybug quickly knocks out Lila as soon as the transformation into Chameleon is complete.

Oh look. Her lucky charm is another clam. Good thing there is a shellfish bar at the party. Not to mention the security cameras.

Lila is arrested.

Malignette threatens the school faculty to either give Marinette a public apology and a clean record, or she will expose them to the education board for their failures.

Malignette is tempted to do that anyway. They really are horrible. But Chloé likes them because they give her free reign.

Chloé now rules the school with an iron fist. And this time, Marinette isn’t there to defend her former friends. And they are too shaken by Lila’s deceit to make much of a stand anyway.

Gabriel is being criticised after Malignette says either he is incompetent in investigating model backgrounds before hiring them, or he didn’t care since she was his “muse.”

Adrien is encouraged to spend more time with his normal friends after this backlash, so as to save face of their Lila association. But it doesn’t work. Gabriel sales have plummeted. The fact that no celebrity will endorse him now save his own son might have someone to do with that.

Unwilling to abandon his villain agenda to focus on saving his company, Gabriel decides to sell it (planning on reclaiming it once he made his wish).

Malignette takes over and releases Adrien from his contract. He happily goes on to lead a normal life.

Marinette renames the brand.