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Merry Christmas!!!🌙

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Pairing: DBF!Leon x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meanwhile…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ladies and Gentlemen: Stephan Vladislav

So, a lot of you have been requesting a part two of this story so here it is. It won’t be as long as the last one, just so you know. I‘ve been skimming the web for pictures that match the image of Stephan Vladislav in my head and this is what I came up with. Just imagine him with black hair and the same clothes I described him with in ‘Ladies and Gentlemen: Him’. Enjoy!

It wasn’t a challenge figuring out Adrien and Chat Noir were one in the same.

Honestly, the parallels were obvious. The selfishness, the inability to take anything seriously, and not to mention the same whiny and annoying voice.

Stephan didn’t really pay the heroes any mind before discovering Bratdrien’s identity. He thought that it was a miracle that Ladybug was at least mature about fights and handling the public. Where as Adrien treated heroing as a means to be a celebrity. Because it wasn’t enough that all of Paris viewed him a ray sunshine.

The ravenette liked fame, but he was a model. Not a hero with the weight of an entire city on their shoulders.

He didn’t think Adrien would stoop this low.

What is he saying?

He saw it coming a mile away.

The Russian boy leaned closer to the door of Marinette’s bedroom to get a clearer view of what that mangy alley cat was telling her.

The two were partners on an assigned project from Bustier about the heroes of Paris in honor of Hero’s Day. It was due in two weeks and Marinette suggested they should get started with it and invited him over.

”Hey, Princess? I don’t think you should associate yourself with that Stephan guy. He sounds like bad news,” Chat said in a voice Stephan was sure he thought sounded concerned. The ravenette did his best to remain calm and in control.

”Stephan? He seems so nice. He defends me whenever a certain someone tries to pull their little tricks,” Marinette rose to Stephan’s defense immediately. Said boy felt his heart flutter warmly. Even in the face of a hero, beloved by all of Paris (that wouldn’t last long if Stephan could help it!) she was able to stand up for him.

His affection for the Asian girl grew.

”But he caused Lila’s akuma a week ago. Not to mention he‘s been bullying a kid named Adrien. How can you feel ok with hanging out with someone’s bully?” Adrien asked in his same trademark disappointed voice. Stephan rolled his eyes. As if there weren’t other obvious ways to reveal your identity. Who ever considered the blonde would make a good hero had to be a senile old man or something.

”Oh really?” The Russian was momentarily surprised at the disdainful tone the blunette’s voice took, “If your so worried about akumas, then why do you never complain when Chloe went around being the primary cause of akumanizations? Yes she’s gotten better, but that doesn’t change the fact that Adrien was friendly with her back when she was a bully. So did he ever think about how we would feel when ever he hung out with her. And don’t even get me started on Lila. Adrien wouldn’t know a manipulator even if it slapped him in the face. For someone who’s never been bullied, he’s quick to force everyone to feel sorry for them.”

Stephan could feel the surprise coming from Chat as Marinette unknowingly insulted Adrien to his face. On the other hand, a smirk creeped onto his face. It seems Bratdrien had unknowingly created skeletons in his closet even before the Russian had moved to Paris.

It was perfect.

It would be too suspicious if all the problems with Adrien started up when Stephan enrolled in Francois Dupont. If he brought up unflattering things Adrien did in the past when he wasn’t present, it would be a much more believable and clever way of getting rid of him.

The stupid cat continued his “higher than thou” speech disguised as a lecture, “I don’t know what Stephan’s been telling you but Adrien’s right. Making a bad guy suffer won’t change them into a good guy.”

By this point, Stephan prepared to enter the room until Marinette said something that made him stop.

”Then, why are you and Ladybug fighting Hawkmoth?,” the Russian heard her say accusingly.

”What?” Came the alley cat’s choked response.

”If making a bad guy suffer doesn’t work to make them a good guy, than why are you still fighting Hawkmoth?” The fashion designer repeated again.

“W-what? Because he’s a terrorist! And if we don’t stop him, he’ll just continue making everyone miserable!” Stephan could tell that Adrien was beginning to falter.

”That’s exactly the case with bullies,” Marinette shut him down with certainty.

”Bullies aren’t Hawkmoth or Mayura. That’s different.”

”Is it though? Adrien told me that exposing Lila was a bad idea. And now look what happened; she got me expelled, ruined my and my friends reputations in class, and turned them against us. I should have never listened to a person who has no experience with dealing with bullies,” the Asian girl was clearly getting frustrated with the conversation.

Stephan was proud of his soon to be girlfriend. When he first met her, she was hesitant and only kept her head down when the class accused her of what the Italian girl told them. It seemed the ‘girls night outs’ that Chloe and Alya dragged her to were doing wonders for her confidence.

“Adrien’s new to the social life. You have no right to talk about him like he’s the bad guy,” For someone meant to be a hero, he let his emotions and personal problems guide his actions.

”Than he has no business in being disappointed with me whenever I defend myself. And please, it’s been a year and a half since Adrien attended public school. If he still doesn’t understand social situations by now, it’s because he doesn’t want to learn,” Marinette dismissed Chat’s defense of the blonde.

”How could you say that?” Adrien’s voice was judgmental.

Marinette sighed, “Even if Adrien is an enabler, I don’t want him to get bullied. I’ll try asking Stephan about it. Just leave, Chat.” Stephan swore quietly in Russian. He had taken to verbally tearing Adrien apart in private and even worse when they were around others. Of course, he did it subtly, there was no doubt Marinette might pick up on it if he did it again. Looks like he’ll have to find another tactic to make Bratdrien miserable. Not including ruining Chat Noir’s reputation.

And he knew just how to do it.

When the leather clad hero (thankfully) left, Stephan waited for two more minutes before entering Marinette’s bedroom to avoid her suspicion of eavesdropping.

The Russian was relieved when the Asian girl didn’t bring up what Chat had told her. But Adrien was going down.

After the class president stunt, the model thought that the blonde boy would have enough sense not to mess with Stephan Vladislav. He had no idea who taught the blonde model to be this pathetic but it truly was a shame.

Stephan knew it didn’t have to be like this. He never wanted it to be like this. He didn’t want to have to shove Adrien into the dirt like the miscreant he was, but he was making it too easy.

A part of him was flattered. The Agreste heir saw him as that much of a threat that he had to use his hero persona in a failed attempt to get Marinette to side with his civilian counterpart.

He had a plan. He and Marinette finished a good portion of the projects and parted ways. He made sure to behave like a gentleman, a side he only saved for her to combat Chat Noir’s opinion on him and make the bluenette doubt the leather clad hero.

The two just blended together as the designer genuinely enjoyed Stephan’s company. She felt her heart flutter and cheeks warm whenever he smiled at her. She never experienced any of this with Adrien. He even earned Tikki’s seal of approval.

Later, the young Vladislav surfed the internet and leveled every media sight he could find. He even ventured into the wasteland that was tabloid blogs for anything he could use to discredit Chat Noir. Through his internet dive, he found one blog; The Trashiness of Chat Noir. The user’s name was ‘Noir-salt’. On it was countless videos and clips of the leather clad boy making jokes and goofing off during fights. Following was pictures of the alley cat flirting with a clearly uncomfortable Ladybug. Getting into her space, kissing her hand, and even the kiss from ‘Oblivio’.

Stephan’s face was nearly folded in two from the grin that played on his lips. The blog itself wasn’t popular, but that was about to change today. He quickly copied the link of the blog and opened his Instagram and Twitter accounts. He then created new posts with the link attached to them and published it for the world to see.

He even posted them in the comments in one of Alya’s most recent post. Opening up the Face-to-Face website with Nadia Chamack, he submitted the blog for daily news under his name. The combination of Chat’s less than stellar behavior paired with the fact that Stephan Vladislav himself submitted would be too hard to ignore.

The fallout was epic.

The news spread like wild fire. Nadia broadcasted it to all of Paris. Television screens analyzed and ripped apart Chat Noir to shreds. The whole scandal resulted in Parisians coming out and explaining how they each suffered Chat Noir’s incompetence. Mr. Rainer in particular told the local news about how the leather clad boy pestered him often about how he felt. Implying heavily if he felt any negative emotions and sulking when he replied that he felt fine.

This sparked city ride outrage. How could a hero want the citizens he swore to protect fall victim to Hawkmoth?

Said villain was having a field day with the negative emotions that swallowed Paris like a tidal wave. Several akumas came out of the blow up, all of them with the same single minded goal; vengeance against Chat Noir who they deemed to be a false hero.

A slight feeling of momentary guilt crept up his spine as he saw how heart broken Alya and Nino looked. They all sat in the Bakery along with two other friends; Luka and Kagami.

Luka strummed soothing melodies on his guitar to calm everyone’s tense nerves. Kagami appeared agitated as she continued scrolling through the blog which started it all. Nino was calming down a furious Alya who looked ready to burn everything down if someone so much as blinked at her the wrong way. Chloe raved on and on about how she knew all along that the ‘mangy cat wasn’t good enough for Ladybug. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous!’

They were all targets in Hawkmoth’s firing range.

Stephan wrapped a comforting arm around Marinette who seemed down in the dumps ever since the news aired. He supposed it made sense. The way Chat Noir spoke to the bluenette seemed way to familiar for it to only have happened once. The Russian assumed that Marinette felt betrayed by someone who she considered a friend.

Little did he know how deep the betrayal went. Marinette knew the feline hero had his flaws, but didn’t they all? Except, with all the evidence and the public’s negative opinion, the weight of Chat’s behavior hit her like a freight train.

The Asian girl felt like she had been doused in cold water. She leaned into Stephan‘s embrace, the only form of comfort she could find. She considered Chat to be her best friend, one in a million. Sure, the way he professed his love for her on patrol and on the battle field was grating on her nerves. Not to mention him declaring that they were soulmates because of their miraculous.

So it had been an absolute shock to hear just how much people had been suffering from Chat’s inability to take anything seriously. Injuries, destroyed house, and even in the rare instances: death.

She shivered at how awful in must have been to watch civilians die, even if it was just a few. No wonder all of Paris was furious at the leather clad boy.

Her musings were interrupted with a loud crash located from outside and several screams.

As it turns out, a seven year old boy who looked up to Chat Noir felt so betrayed and hurt that he wanted to learn what else the cat was hiding behind his charismatic persona. Thus, he became the akuma ’Heads and Tails‘ because there are two sides to every person.

The child revealed all that he could. Projections were scattered all across Paris displaying each of the hero’s misdeeds: Chat Noir’s childish behavior, how he left during fights whenever Ladybug wouldn’t cater to his tantrums, and how much said spotted heroine struggled to defeat more of the stronger akumas the moth villain created.

Any slack the citizens wanted to give the leather wearing hero was subsequently destroyed, especially since Heads and Tails’ had projector like powers and broadcasted the past events for everyone and their mother to see.

But their was one particular clip that made everyone in the bakery‘s hearts stop. They were currently outside after having followed the noise of the first crash the akuma made.

”That’s Marinette’s room!” Alya screamed in horror.

The projector portrayed a very familiar scene to Marinette. When her room was destroyed by Baby August’s akuma. And Chat just standing there trying to get a kiss from Ladybug. Everyone watching was horrified. They knew it was possible the Chat Noir wasn’t aware of some of the injuries or deaths he may have caused but to see one happening in front him and focus on flirting with Ladybug who was clearly trying to do her job?

Luka and Nino were in complete shock, Alya and Chloe looked at the projection in enraged disbelief, Kagami as well as Marinette’s parents looked ready to throw down, and Marinette looked like a deer in headlights.

Stephan was furious. He would make sure that Adrien would never see the light of day ever again.

He swore it.

The aftermath of the akuma had left people grumbling about the mangy alley cat. Celebrities made their disapproval known, especially Jagged Stone who had blasted the feline hero in his last concert and how dare he put his honorary niece in danger.

Coincidentally, the Leather clad boy was no where to be seen. But Stephan knew that Adrien’s reputation as Chat was beyond repair and was most likely waiting for the storm to pass like the cowardly waste of space he was.

The Russian boy enjoyed everyone moment when someone for their class would make a jeer about the leather wearing hero and watching the blonde model wilt in on himself whenever someone else added in their two cents.

Lila made a whole spectacle about the ordeal. ‘Poor Ladybug’ and ‘I told her Chat Noir was bad news and that I would have made a better partner!’

Little did she know her grip on the class was slowly wavering courtesy of Stephan.

He had decided to take a round about approach to dismantling the liar rather than outright laying the evidence down. Knowing her, she‘d probably say it was fabricated. Knowing the class, they’d be gullible enough to believe it.

He started with Alya. Whenever Lila mentioned her many ‘celebrity connections’ and how she could ‘totally introduce you to them. They see me as family,’ Stephan would pull some strings to get his friends to meet some.

The ravenette casually brought up that it would be a good idea for Alya to start another blog for her reporting. It’s always a good idea to have multiple for when she applied to colleges.

“Yeah, I have been thinking about it for a while. But what would I report? I’m so used to akuma fights, everything else just seems so stale compared to that,” Alya admitted.

”Why not a few celebrities and debunking articles? I can get you in contact with some,” Stephan offered as ran his hands through his curly black hair.

”No way. That’ll make me feel like I’m using you. Besides Marinette already helped the Ladyblog by getting me my first interview with Ladybug. I want to try this on my own,” Alya explained while scrolling through the new blog she was creating.

”Word on the street is countless news stations are fighting tooth and nail to get you to intern with them. I’m sure they can supply you with what you need. And since they are doing so because of your talent, it would be less of you using me and more of me giving you a little nudge,” he finished with a smirk.

And that’s exactly what he did. He teamed up with Marinette to convince Alya to start up another blog and except a summer internship at a local news station.

Since Clara Nightingale adored Marinette and her friends, she easily agreed to an interview when Stephan reached out to her. The interview was a hit and ‘A Scoop of Paris’, Alya’s new blog for Paris related news, took off.

With Nino, it was the same thing. Adam Rachad, a well known Parisian director and music producer, had seen Nino‘s popular website, Turtle Pictures and wanted to extend a favor and collaborate with him. Stephan contacted him with Nino present and organized phone call with Nino present. When the glasses wearing boy sealed the deal, he gave the model the biggest hug.

Chloe was more complicated. While the blonde female was still into business, it wasn’t a secret to Stephan that she wanted her mother’s attention. So, the Russian boy met and spoke to the Style Queen at her next fashion show displaying her new summer coming line. It was still April, but it might has well have been summer due to the warm weather.

At first, the Fashion Queen was skeptical about letting her daughter model like the young Vladislav had suggested, he heavily implied that Chloe had the summer looks, not to mention the fact that she bore a similar resembling to Audrey herself could make the world go wild.

Chloe’s first photoshoot happened a week after. The camera just loved her. When #QueenChloeBourgeois and #ModelQueenBourgeois began trending on Twitter, Audrey congratulated Chloe (using her real name) and called her exceptional for the second time, the addressed blonde shed a few tears.

She bought a large graphic camera setup as her way of say thanks without thanking him along with a note that said: “Now I know for sure that you’re good enough Dupain-Cheng. Go get her Vlad.”

Stephan‘s cheeks reddened at the implication but he had to admit that it felt good to have the best friend stamp of approval.

It wasn’t even a few days before Lila started her bragging again. This time about exotic restaurants around Paris and the celebrities she ate with.

In retaliation, Stephan took his friends out to eat at a luxury restaurant across town. He assured them that he would be paying when their concern about expenses were brought up. And they best part? It was his own money. Because of his talent with a camera, he received many internships every time they moved before coming to France, so he amassed a lot of wealth on his own. He may be rich but he also enjoyed being independent. Which was more than he could say for Adrien.

The food was exquisite. Alya and Chloe made sure to take as many photos of the place. Alya for her blog, and Chloe to shove it in Lila and her sheeps’ faces.

They didn’t get to meet a celebrity but seeing Marinette so happy and starstruck was worth. After all, he planned to take her here more often when they hopefully began dating, but he still had yet to ask her.

At first, he had only done this to slowly expose Lila for the fraud that she was, but as he continued, he realized that he enjoyed making the others happy. Before coming to France, Stephan was selfish, manipulative, confident, and cared only about himself and his goals. The only exceptions were his parents.

He was still selfish and manipulative, but he was willing to used those traits to fight for people he cared about. Not that he would ever say it out loud.

Anything Lila had claimed she could do or had done Stephan had done ten times over. So much so that even the sycophantic cult began to notice. The Italian was so busy sharing her stories that she hadn’t noticed the way several faces would twist into slight annoyance and discomfort.

And that’s exactly how they felt. They all saw the pictures of Stephan and the others. How could they not when they were blowing up on social media? Seeing their careers take off while they waited for Lila to introduce them to celebrities she had been bragging about for over a year. It made them bitter and resent her.

What was the point of telling them about her ’amazing life’ if she couldn’t even prove it? They all stewed while they listened to Ms. Mendeleiev’s lecture about the human ears and hearing until Rose raised her hand.

“Can you get tinnitus from being to close to an airplane engine?” The question sounded innocent enough.

The purple haired teacher turned to the pixie blonde before raising an eyebrow and answering her inquiry, “No. Tinnitus is a ringing in the ear. If you were to be exposed to an air plane engine you’d go deaf.”

It was like a fog had been lifted.

After class, Ms. Bustier’s students researched everything Lila told them. Every grand trip, tales of celebrities, every award. Part of them didn’t want to do this. They didn’t want to believe that their golden ticket was lying to them. But with all the talk and no action, it aroused their suspicion.

They found nothing. Nothing at all.

It didn’t take long for them to come running back to the others they had isolated from the class, but they didn’t react the way they’d hoped. Marinette and Nino accepted their apologies but made it clear that they weren’t going to be friends again. Alya and Chloe didn’t bother to hide their resentment and held a grudge against the class. Stephan never cared much about them and never made an emotional connection, so he was unbothered.

But it was obvious that the group had left them behind. They all were reaching new heights while the students of Bustier’s class were left to pick up the pieces of their dreams. Not before ripping into the liar in front of the entire school the next day.

Adrien tried to meekly defend Lila. She was just looking for some friends. The blonde saw no need to isolate the Italian the way they did. She would end up miserable and alone.

Stephan snorted before asking slyly why Adrien would defend someone who had been actively harming and manipulating his ‘friends’. As expected, the clueless sheep immediately got on Adrien’s case. Said model only backed down when several classmates began questioning their friendship.

Pfft. The young Vladislav opened up the class group chat on his spare phone. He had found Alix’s phone lying around and used it to invite his anonymous account into the chat group. He quickly sent an audio recording and waited for the fireworks.

Notification bells dinged throughout the classroom asynchronously. Each student reached into their pockets, desks, and backpacks for their phones and confusion crept onto their faces as they saw the recording anonymous user had sent.

”Does anyone know who this is?” Mylene asked the gathered students.

”Not sure. I don’t think anyone in this class is anonymous,” Alix answered.

”There is a 67% chance that this is a hacker. The other 33% are unknown,” Max was as statistical as always as he pushed up his glasses.

”Well, let’s see what it is! It can’t hurt right?” Sabrina piped up as she pressed play.

Total silence filled the room as Adrien’s voice was heard. The room had dropped several degrees when they heard the blonde admitting to knowing Lila was a liar. Not to mention gaslighting Marinette into staying quiet.

It was the recording from when Stephan had first threatened the blonde model. He cut out the threats of course.

When the recording finished, dirty looks, glares, and eyes of betrayel landed on the Agreste heir who had paled dramatically.

There was a beat of silence before everyone began screaming in unison. How could Adrien just stand their and watch as Lila lied to them? Said blonde tried to defend himself but it became increasingly clear that the class wasn’t having it. Alix declared her friendship with Adrien over, the others following suit.

Stephan and the others in the back just watched as the chaos unravel like a ball of yarn. Ms. Bustier finally arrived and silenced the classroom to begin the day’s lesson.

Throughout the lecture, students occasionally threw glares in Adrein’s direction. He did his level best not to make eye contact with anyone.

No one saw the rougish smile that Stephan wore. He had warned the blonde to stay out of his way. Had he listened, the Russian wouldn’t have had to make him miserable. That’ll teach him.

Meanwhile, Adrien was going through the hell Stephan created for him.

First, Lila was exposed as a liar. He felt sorry for her. Then some anonymous account revealed that he knew of the Italians lies. Everyone was angry at him for remaining silent. What would they know? He just didn’t want her to get akumatized. He just knew it was Stephan who had done it. It was only the two of them in the hallway and Stephan’s threats were cut out, only incriminating Adrien.

His father was still furious for letting Nicolas Vladislav claim Marinette as his intern. If only Stephan had stayed out of the way. Now Gabriel was barely even talking to him.

He couldn’t even enjoy being Chat Noir anymore to cheer himself up. After the fallout that destroyed his reputation, he received backlash from every prominent website. He couldn’t even go out on patrol without someone glaring at him and spitting hateful comments. And yet again, it was all Stephan’s fault. He never once considered himself to be at fault. After all, it was Ladybug who refused him.

And when he had tried to visit Marinette as Chat to try and remove the cotton from her eyes, she insulted him as Adrien and as Chat Noir at the same time! It was so frustrating!

The blonde was having trouble coping. He was so used to being loved and adored by the general public that he thought it impossible for anyone to hate him. Now that both of his personalities were under fire, there was no where he could hide behind or escape to.

It was a miracle he was still managing to keep his grades steady. The blonde wanted support, but Plagg was also giving him the cold shoulder as he did his best to fend off the ravenette’s attacks.

In his loneliness, he threw himself into modeling. The one thing that Stephan Vladislav couldn’t take from him. Until he did.

After the plethora of photo shoots Adrien had done and the many Stephan had accomplished, people began theorizing that the two models had some sort of rivalry.

The weren’t wrong.

Gabriel was pleased with his son‘s change of attitude and the prospect of potentially rivaling Nicolas Vladislav’s fashion company.

Sunshine vs Eclipse was all the fashion world could talk about. There were billboards of each model. Each one trying to one up the last.

Laurice Vladislav loved it. She loved the idea so much that she created a new magazine cover for the rivalry. A phot shoot Adrien was supposed to have already booked.

Stephan looked over his reflection in the mirror after the stylists left. He smiled, satisfied with what he saw. The smile quickly turned into something darker when he saw a familiar face on the reflective surface.

Spinning his chair around, the Russian model fixed an amused expression at the blonde model, “Do want to take a picture? We’re about to start the photo shoot in two minutes. You’ll be able to keep one of me if you want. It’ll last longer.”

Adrien didn’t laugh.

”Are you happy now? You’ve turned everyone against me and ruining my life!” he bit out, the frustration boiling too wildly for him to tame.

”So? I gave you a choice. I told you to stay away from Marinette. You didn’t. I told you to stay out of my way and keep your head down. You also didn’t. I wasn’t about to let some scion get in the way of my goals and Marinette’s affection,” Stephan raised his eyebrows in a way that showed how little he cared for the blonde’s misfortune.

Adrien glared at him with the same amount of venom the Russian would expect from a peasant. He rolled his eyes at the weak intimidation attempt.

”You’ve turned Marinette into a bad person. She doesn’t want to be friends with anyone in the class anymore. I bet you don’t even care her or the others. Knowing you, you’re probably just using them for your own ends,” the blonde spat. He didn’t bother mentioning that the ravenette had also ruined being Chat Noir for him, single handedly ripping away his freedom from him.

The look Stephan gave him was awful. That was probably the worst thing Adrien could’ve said in that moment.

Stephan marched forward and grabbed Adrien by his collar, “You shut your mouth. I care about Marinette more than you ever did. I went out of my way to help the others. I spent time with her. Listened to her. Comforted her when akumas came after her after a bad day. I never pushed her. I respect her boundaries. I don’t invalidate her feelings like you do. And I certainly don’t expect her to play nice with her bully. Even if she doesn’t except my feelings, I‘d be more than happy to recieve her friendship,” Yes he would be absolutely crushed as Marinette was the first and only person he fell so hard for. He went out his way to sabotage and threaten someone just to be with her. But he wasn’t planning to confess to her yet.

Slowly but surely, Stephan had begun to include Marinette into the limelight more and more. First were small gestures like holding hands and standing in close proximity. But not too close as he didn’t want the bluenette to feel uncomfortable. Then it drifted into hugs and more love like gestures. Some of the backgrounds used were the Seine River, the Effie Tower, and various locations used for dates and love confessions. Every passing photo portrayed them as a young couple in love to the entirety of Paris, just what the ravenette had been aiming for. People were already betting on when the two of them would start dating. Stepheinette was what everyone was calling a power couple. Everything was perfect and no piece of cowardly blonde garbage was going to ruin it.

Especially since Kagami, Chloe, and Alya pulled him aside and gave him the shovel talk. Break Marinette’s heart, and they’d break him the same way.

He wasn’t really worried. He hadn’t planned on breaking the blunette’s heart to begin with.

The three girls were very aware of what Stephan was doing and supported it, so long as he wasn’t trying to push himself onto Marinette. Of course , he would never do that. He valued her comfort before his own goals and made sure never to cross any of those lines with her.

Adrien wasn’t backing down, “You claim that you don’t expect her play nice with her bully but your just like Lila!”

The young Vladislav laughed in the blonde’s face.

Adrien sputtered at his reaction, “What’s so funny!?” He demanded.

Stephan calmed down enough to answer Adrien, “You say I’m just like Lila? Please, the two of us are nothing alike. She’s lazy, has no talent, and has a number of delusions. Not counting the one where she thinks her sausage hair is stylish,” He gestured to the space around them, “I achieved everything I’ve done with my own hands. I brought my rivals down with an iron fist. She swears she‘s the master manipulator and liar, but she is so far beneath my level that the idea of someone comparing us is laughable.” The Russian spoke in a smug, vindicated voice.

”You‘re both liars and don’t care about who you hurt to achieve your goals!” The blonde model protested.

”But I thought she was just lonely and in need of friends,” Stephan threw the words that Adrien used to excuse Lila’s actions back in his face.

The blonde in question stammered as he indeed contradicted himself. Now he sounded like a hypocrite. Never mind that he already was one.

The Russian gave a sly grin as he continued to decimate the male in front of him, “I amassed my own money from hard work. I’m intelligent as well as talented. I destroyed the reputation of one of Paris’ most beloved heroes. I decimated countless wealthy people and their reputations in ruins. I made an image for myself. Not just as my father’s son unlike someone. I took over Francois Dupont. Lila and I are nothing alike. Tell me, do you think Lila could achieve all of this?”

There was only silence as his answer.

”I thought so,” he shoved past Adrien as the camera man announced three more minutes before starting.

The blonde could only watch as Stephan left, wordlessly. It dawned on him that he was right.

What could he do against someone like that? He was like a super villain without a costume. He was smart, talented, independent, and self sufficient. While Adrien was still stuck in his father’s shadow.

Life wasn’t fair.

Meanwhile, Stephan smirked as he stood in front of the camera.

He was a King and if you displeased to the King, you get banished. Just ask Adrien or Lila.

Kings get whatever they want, especially if it was a Queen.

(Else where across Paris, Marinette sneezed)

And whenever the Russian saw something he wanted, he would always get it.

He was Stephan Vladislav wasn’t he?

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Break Up/Make Up (Katsuki Bakugou x f!Reader)

Words: 2.5k

Minors DNI (18+)

Tw: smut little plot, break up, make up sex, soft sex, oral (f!receiving), confessions, jealousy, complicated feelings, a bit toxic, college!au

Summary: You and Katsuki have have been dating for almost a year. You kept it a secret. It wasn't easy dating him but you made it work. But one day he says things that give you no choice.

Note: this doesn't have much of an end

Katsuki just wants to wrap his arms around you. Today was hard and you are always the balm smoothing him out again.

You have been a couple for almost a year now and besides Kiri and Iida nobody knows. The two of you almost slipped up today. You got into some trouble during a villain attack and Katsuki rushed in to help and hugged you not knowing the others were all there but Bakugou was quick to act.

He told you he'd come over and he didn't think much of you leaving him on read but now he is in front of a locked door and suddenly it all tastes bitter. Are you ignoring him?

"Hey, open up," he says and knocks again.

"I don't want to see you," you call from the other side of the door. "Get the hint."

"Open the door before I knock it down!" Katsuki feels his pulse rising. What is your problem? Why are you like this all of a sudden?

You open the door and he bursts in to see you standing there with crossed arms and sore cheeks. 

What made you cry? His face softens and he means to reach for you but you flinch away.

"Leave!" You just whisper sharply, coldly. It feels like knives on his heart.

"What the fuck happened?" He utters, completely in the dark and you just scoff. "For fucks sake what's your damn problem? Just talk to me."

"That you don't even know is–" you shake your head. "I don't want to be with you anymore, Bakugou. We're done."

"Bakugou? Fuck that! Tell me why you act so fucking– shitty!?" He feels his throat tighten with unease. Did you just break up with him? No. No.

"Well, maybe when even Eijirou says you are going too far then… just fucking stop," you blink back tears.

"But I didn't mean–"

"Didn't you?" You meet his eyes now. "Then why use all my insecurities and traumas? You went too far and I am done! I'm just done with this! Fuck off!"

Katsuki's mouth falls open. He is in absolute shock. His heart is pounding so loudly he is sure you can hear it shatter. "I had to keep up our cover!" He just doesn't understand. His voice shakes. "I didn't–"

"I don't care," you sigh, defeated. "I don't care anymore. I can't do this… keeping this a secret… your hot and cold… I am not happy," you shrug then move to your bed, laying down with your back to him. You are crying, trying to hold your sobs in. You feel so dumb… so hurt. He didn't have to shoot so low. He didn't have to say those awful things.

Katsuki is trembling. It isn't anger this time like it is 99% of the time when he shook; it is fear. Is it over? No. He can't accept that. He can't just let that happen. You make his life so much better.

"(Y/N)... what can I do? I am sorry. I am sorry! You hear me!"

"You can leave," you breathe.

And Katsuki knows he has to but it is so hard. The tightness in his chest is suffocating. He feels so helpless. He feels so weak.

A moment later Kirishima opens his door to see his friend with tears welling at his lash line. And he isn't surprised at all.

Katsuki went too far.

》》》》

You didn't go to class the next day. You got a doctor's note after explaining to Recovery Girl that you just needed a day to pick up the pieces. You returned to the dorms and fell face first into your bed. Where to even start? You should eat but the lump in your throat is so restricting that your appetite is lost. You should gather his stuff and put it in his room then you save yourself the interaction. You need to get rid of these feelings somehow or they will choke you for weeks. Write them out? Burn them? Scream them? You want to scream, want to undo all of it. You can't look at him the same anymore.

You really thought you could make it. You really thought despite it all you and Katsuki belong together. Everything was right until it wasn't. You understood why he wanted it to be a secret and of course you know how he is. But it was just too much. Especially with what he said.

Katsuki is staring at your empty seat and it fills him with anger. You can't avoid him. Is that your plan? It is stupid. It is ridiculous. He wants to jump up and get you. He wants to do something! But Eijirou told him you need space which is probably right. Katsuki can't think straight right now. His head is spinning. His heart is throbbing. He isn't one to sit still. He isn't one to just wait. He does things. He needs to fix things with you. This couldn't be it. He loves you. He really fucking does and he thought you knew that. You had to know! You are the only one who can make him feel soft… who can make him laugh and be gentle.

Katsuki gets up without a word to Mr. Aizawa or anyone and walks to the dorms. 

He does not bother knocking and just storms in but the second he stands in front of you he regrets it. You are folding up his clothes, putting away the small gifts he has given you over the months. No.

"What the fuck?!" You simply shout. 

"Can we talk," he presses out. "Please."

"When you storm in like this you don't even give me a choice!"

"Can we please just talk, (Y/N)!" He is pleading. "Fuck! I can't lose you! Please, (Y/N)," his voice is soft, raspy.

"You have to respect that I don't want to talk right now, Bakugou–"

"Stop calling me that!"

"Stop being disrespectful to the boundaries I am setting!"

That is what Eijirou said. He only makes it worse, doesn't he? "I am sorry! Fuck!" He yells out and hides his face so you can't see the tears. "I am sorry," he whispers and leaves.

》》》》

Weeks pass and it is ridiculous how the both of you deteriorate. You both lost weight, tried to hide the puffy eyes and deep shadows, you both became colder and quiet.

Everyone notices. There is no denying it. You are both so utterly heartbroken. Katsuki even talked to his mom, explaining the whole thing to her sobbing like a baby.

He wrote you a letter and when you didn't react to it, he didn't try again after that. It was all he could do. You aren't mean to him during school and act basically just like before since you kept it a secret anyway but Katsuki knows it isn't the same. He cannot hold you anymore, he can't touch you anymore and see you unfiltered and that hurts.

He doesn't give up hope though. Sometimes he catches you looking at him, smiling a little even. He won't give up hope. Not yet. He loves you and you love him… that wouldn't just go away?

But then he hears you giggle and laugh at something Shinsou says in the hallway one afternoon and his heart shatters.

》》》》

He tries to ignore it, weeks and months pass. But it is like he sees you and him constantly. Sees you and that purple haired fool! He almost forgot himself when Shinsou reached out to get a bug out of your hair one day at lunch. No. He isn't allowed to be that close to you. Why aren't you trying to hide it? Shinsou walks into a room and your eyes can only see him— no! Bakugou is just imagining it… is just reading into it. You'd never go for a guy like that. You still love him.

It all tips over when one day he walks to the dorm and sees you and Shinsou sitting on a blanket in the greenery, him leaning against a tree and you resting your head on his thigh.

Katsuki's hand is oozing and any wrong move would have blown up the whole place. He feels physically sick, can't even breathe as his chest collapses and his whole head melts. No. No. Just because he let his tongue get the better of him. It isn't fair. He did not mean a single letter of those awful words that day. 

He waits for you and slips into the elevator before the door closes. Your face goes pale and yes! You should feel awful. You should apologize to him for making him so miserable.

"Hey," you simply say and lean against the mirror, thinking nothing much of it but then he presses the emergency stop.

"Why would you– that guy?!" He can't keep his thoughts in line. He is seething. He wants you to stop torturing him.

"What?" You straighten up.

"Shinsou?! You know he can never be me! He could never love you better than me!"

Oh. You and Shinsou are just friends. You'd consider him your best friend actually… surprisingly. Aizawa asked you to train him in close combat because you've been a martial artist your entire life. But Katsuki is behaving like a little boy throwing a tantrum again and if the shoe fits and all. "I am glad he's not you. That's the whole point," you say, annoyed.

Your words shoot to kill and he spins around, caging you to the mirror. His eyes are even more crimson but underneath all his anger there is simply frustration… desperation.

"You fucking serious," he growls. "I never meant anything to you, did I?! You just needed an excuse!"

"You're acting like a fucking kid!"

"You're the one that couldn't even talk to me! I wrote you a letter! A fucking letter!"

You laugh in his face and he can't hold back, grabbing your cheeks harshly. He squeezes, your lips forming a pout as your eyes stay locked hard on his.

"You're so stupid!"

"Shut your mouth."

The words that loll off your tongue are a challenge, an invitation, "make me, Kats."

His lips are on yours not a heartbeat later. He'd convince you. He'd show you all the love he had to give you.

He moans into your mouth, not able to hold it in. He missed your lips so much, missed tasting you, almost forgot the sensation. The kiss has your lips swollen and tender, your mouths opening wide to take the other in, tongues gliding against one another until the kiss is just a mess of saliva. Your hands are in his hair, tugging harshly as he roames your body with his. The elevator moves again and you have no idea how you make it into your room. Your clothes are on the floor in the matter of seconds.

You push him onto the bed, pinning his wrist to the mattress as you leave hickey after hickey, bite mark after bite mark on his neck and shoulder until he is whining and trying to fight you. Katsuki buckes his hips up but you are hovering, depriving him of touching you as well as feeling your weight on him.

"I'm still mad," you husk into his ear.

Katsuki is malfunctioning by now. He wants you so badly. He needs you more than he needs air right now.

"Your letter was hardly an apology, you know."

He now flips your position, studying your face as he cages you underneath him. There is hurt in your eyes. "I am not good with words," he rasps against your lips, kissing you again but softly this time then traveling his lips down your body as his hands grab handfuls of your soft flesh. He missed you. Every last bit of you. He thought he was going insane.

"I am sorry," he says, kissing that spot on your tummy that makes your brain malfunction. "I am sorry," he says again and kisses your inner thigh, running his rough hands on your legs. "I'll make love to you until you believe me," he whispers. "Fuck all my love into your body."

You hold your breath for a second at his words then you nod, head falling back against the mattress as his tongue presses flat against your vulva, licking from your entrance to your clit. You are not sure if you moan louder or if he does. Your hands dig into his hair immediately.

"Katsuki," you breathe softly when he takes your clit in his mouth, then works on it just how he knows you like it. You moan, back lifting from the mattress. Your head is spinning like crazy, heart racing quicker. You wanted to tease him a little longer, but now all of that vaporizes. You need him. You miss him so much.

"Katsuki!" You whimper, tugging on his hair and bucking your hips to meet his tongue. "I'm sorry too!" You say in between lewd gasps.

He looks up at you and your eyes locked. Tears are forming on your lash line. Your cheeks are beaming in a deep red. Katsuki doesn't say anything, instead he works his tongue on your cunt harder. Your eyes roll back and he feels how your sweet juice gushes. He is getting drugged by your essence, entirely, he missed your taste so much.

Katsuki pulls back and his finger now slips into your throbbing cunt. "He could never eat you out like I do," he sighs, twirling his tongue across his lips to taste you more. He feels you shudder when he hits your special spot, calloused finger tip massaging the area vigorously. "Admit it."

You can't even breathe, mewling and trying to reach his shoulder. He understands and moves up from where he knelt, meeting your lips in a kiss then your soft eyes.

"We're not…" you whisper, cradling his face. "I am still hung up on my ex, you know. Even if he is an asshole."

His face droops to your shoulder, a relieved sigh making his chest press into yours. You still love him. "I am not done apologizing, baby."

You shake your head. "Need you closer," you wrap your legs around his waist. "Kats, need you inside."

"Okay. Whatever you want," he smiles against your skin, pressing soft kisses down your shoulder. "I missed you too much to deny you anything."

He sinks into you with ease and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, breath hitching. "I missed you too," you whine. You need a moment to adjust to his cock after going so long without it.

"I am so sorry," he whispers against your cheek, moaning softly. He starts to move his hips, rutting forward slowly but deep. His cock drags inside your soft walls with passion while he heaves against your skin. 

"S'sorry," he kisses your cheeks, kisses your lips next, humming softly when you tug on his hair. "I'm sorry."

He fucks you so painfully slow but it is just what you need to mend the wound. Every slow pull and push closes the distance between you.

You cup his cheeks and lift his head so you could look at him. A single tear drops from his eye onto your cheek, mixing with your own salty stream. "I believe you," you whisper. Your hands start to hold him shakily as the knot in your tummy grows.

"I love you," he rasps and picks up his pace a little. Your eyes stay focused on each other. "You hear me, I fucking love you," he groans, digging his fingers into the sheets.

"I love you too," you whimper softly. "Katsuki. Love you–"

You pull him closer, your foreheads touch. You are both close but Katsuki slows down. He doesn't want to let go, wants to keep you as close as possible for longer. You nudge at his chest and he rolls over. Why would he deny you? You ride him with the same slow intensity, gasping in his mouth while cradling his face. Katsuki leaves not an inch of your skin untouched. 

You end up on your desk hours later, eyes still locked as he holds your thighs and plows into you sloppily, leaving hickeys on your shoulder. Your skin has melted together by now, your breaths just whimpers and moans, eyes fighting to stay open.

"Can't–" you claw at his back, leaving even more red lines there. "Kats."

"I know," his hands move up to your face. "Let's cum together."

You nod eagerly, desperately. "I love you," you say, eyes crossing and unfocusing for a moment only to settle back on his with determination.

"I love you too," he whines, holding your face gently. "More than anything. I'll be better. I'll think before I talk. I make you happy."

"Me too," you nod.

You hold him and he holds you. Your body begins to tremble, violently, but you never look away from each other. Both your eyes filled to the brim with adoration and pure love.

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— “HAPPY FUCKIN’ FATHER’S DAY.” + BAKUGOU.

author’s notes: what was meant to be a short thirst brought us here, i hope you can enjoy. happy daddy day, i love you all n even if Father’s Day isnt the best for you all, just know ily and im proud of you.

cw: smut, mdni 18+, forced breeding, breeding kink, overstimulation, cumplay, kinda mentions baby trapping, bakugou uses some mean names, fem!reader.

but anyways bakugou getting tired of seeing all his pro hero friends with their stupid fucking kids on father’s day , sick of watching countless social media posts about mini versions of his friends hugging and kissing their precious daddies. cant admit to himself that he wants a little snot brat to show off, they’d be the best damn kid ever.

he wont admit he was too busy to try.

you don’t ever have plans on father’s day , katsuki knows that. you’ll go shopping, come home and snuggle up to him without a second thought. maybe make a comment about how cute eijirou’s little boy looked in his shark onesie, the spitting image of his father— you’d only say that because you had time to look on instagram while you grabbed a coffee.

but when you lay next to him on your couch, bakugou wonders if you ever stopped to look at the little baby boots before you headed back to your car in the mall parking lot. if you stopped by the midoriya’s and smelt the baby powder in their little one’s clothes when making your way back. so many ifs and so many buts, bakugou wonders what you’d say if he turned to face you right now and asked you for a baby.

but bakugou has never really been good at asking for things, hell he couldn’t even ask you to marry him right— demanding you take the fuckin ring that was way too expensive for just an engagement ring, but he liked the way it sat on your finger.

so he takes it, instead.

“you want my baby right? you gonna have my baby, bitch?” he curses to you, arm folded behind your sweaty back which he uses as leverage to fuck your cunt hard and fast, abusing your hole until it’s wet with your arousal and strings of it hangs from your plushy thighs. you sob, eyes read from crying and flesh stinging from the bruising grip bakugou has on you. “s’that even a question i needa ask? ‘course y’fuckin’ do, my girl wants my baby so fucking bad.”

you can’t speak, you can’t hear anything above the hard slapping of skin where katsuki’s balls, ripe for breeding, hit your swollen clit and his shaft throbs inside you— lining your ribbed walls with thick ropes of his cum for the third, fourth or maybe even fifth time. “nnghh, katsuki— right there, yeah i want it,” you cry out, clamping down on him with slippery walls, keeping bakugou deep in your pussy right where it feels good.

“hah? c’mon baby, speak a’lil louder fer me, yeah?” bakugou pants against the shell of your ear, rough palms cupping your throat to pull you further into him with every push of his cock into you. “can feel you clamping down on me, suckin’ me in like a selfish bitch. you wanna trap me, yeah? tie me down with a’lil brat, gimme a baby? y’know i can afford it, that’s right baby— ooh yeah, love the way you take this dick.”

shivering at the way bakugou licks salty tears from the apples of your cheeks, you dare to say more— feeling yourself stumble into an over stimulating high. “i want it katsuki, wanna make you a father...g-give you a baby,”

“that’s right, good girl. you’re g-gonna let me put a stupid brat in this tight, tight fuckin’ cunt,” katsuki attempts to mock you, growing dizzy from how you convulse around him when you cum— adding to the layer of opaque white that covers his dick and gathers at his base when he fucks into you.

but by the time he cums, you’ve lost count and bakugou won’t stop forcing thick ropes of hot seed deep into your heavenly pussy, bakugou’s sure he sees the high gates of heaven— white flashing behind his eyes while he pounds his release further up your walls. he holds you still by the hips, making sure all that he’s given to you on the couch sticks, gathering up the smallest globs that drop onto the fabric beneath you both and smears it into your clit.

“fuck yeah, happy fuckin’ father’s day to me.” bakugou slurs, finally collapsing on top of you.

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Quick one shot. I rushed through at work. Nothing special. But I thought this was a decent idea.

           It took less than a year for Lila to make due on her promise to turn the class against her. Most of her former friends would go out of their way to avoid her. Some took the cowards way out and just did nothing; Adrien and Rose. A few went out of their way to bully Marinette in a misguided idea of revenge; mostly Alix, Kim and Alya. The ice-out got even worse when Marinette resigned from being class president and no one (Lila) could managed to manage to do the job as successfully as she did. School field trips were with really bad or just cancelled altogether. School dances sucked. Fundraisers always fell short. No one would speak to Marinette because, as Alya said, if she just stopped being such a brat none of this would’ve happened.

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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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time for some bakuhoe brain rot

just imagine him getting home after a long day of work

and seeing you in his black boxer w his long sleeve tee that is way too big for you😩

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LISTEN, katsuki has a size kink, i dont care what you think, its canon, he told me himself.

As a plus size/medium size woman, I never got to live the fantasy of being too smol for a hoodie and/or a sweater, but bare with me.

Protagonists: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!reader

Cw: 18+ MDNI, smut, size kink, tummy bulge, daddy kink

Imagine a 6’8 katsuki, body carved by the GODS because of all the hero training he went through, he’s huge, hugeeeee, and god he loves the way his clothes smother you, just something about those fuckin’ sleeves hanging off of your hands, with you making those little ghost ‘boo’s at him, before breaking into a giggle makes his cock stir.

The end of his big shirt covers the boxers you have underneath, and he only notices you’re wearing them when he has you thrown on the bed with the shirt pushed up above your tits, his head smooshed in between to drag his tongue between your mounds all the way down to… his boxers? Fuck

He doesn’t know exactly what’s driving him crazy, the way you’re completely comfortable with wearing his clothes, engulfing yourself in his scent, marking you as his, or the way you had to tie off a side of his boxers so they won’t slide off of your hips. He’s choosing the latter, for sure.

He can’t help but moan when he just about presses his leaking tip to your cunt and already feels you whimpering and thrashing.

“S’too much, suki, p-please”

“Wadda ya mean s’too much baby? M’not even half way there” the gasp you let out at his response urges a twitch from his dick, and you feel it as your walls clamp down on him.

And when finally, after thumbing your clit and whispering “relax baby” to you a few times, he seethes in, and barely, god, barely, holds himself from cuming right then and there, tugging your wrist to place your hand on the bulge in your tummy.

“Y’see that, hmm? Daddy’s too big for your tight cunt, yea? Daddy’s gonna - fuck - wreck this lil pussy so good, y’want that?”

The way your writhing under him is more than the confirmation he needs, your walls are so fuckin tight against him, squeezing him for all his worth, and for the love of god the noises your wet sexes are making has him going feral, pounding into you even harder until you’re crying with euphoria.

When your orgasm hits you, you cunt squeezes him like a vice, and he can’t think about anything other than filling your cute tight lil pussy with his seed, and what does he do? Just about that, ropes of sticky cum coat your insides and you sigh and giggle at the warm feeling, your eyes droopy as Katsuki peppers kisses alongside your body.

Long story short, don’t wear his clothes if you’re not ready for the consequences.

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

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

Their ml salt and/or crack fics sustain me. 

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

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

Her! Marinette! 

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

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

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

It started with Chloe. 

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

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

That lunch started a truce and led to a friendship. 

Next was Moriah. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Needless to say, she was pissed. 

As was Luka.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She should have known it wouldn’t last. 

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

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

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

Boy was she right.

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

She did something.

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

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

Oh yeah, the class trip. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was her sketchbook, tattered and torn.

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

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

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

She felt sick. 

She was going to be sick! 

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

~~~

Always make friends with people who are loyal. 

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

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

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

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

The girls listened with no hesitation. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jagged Stone. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chloe nodded in agreement.

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

~~~

It was Penny’s idea. 

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

And that was it. 

Lila had been chosen as the new class president.

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

Chloe snorted.

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

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

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

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

Penny was a genius. 

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

Oh, my dear liar, but it is!

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

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

The next two pictures taken were a surprise to everyone. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The biggest surprise was her escort. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then what is the spider-kid?”

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

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

“No!”

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

“Thor, no!”

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

Natasha raised an eyebrow at the girl before smirking.

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

“Thor, no!” 

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

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

The video went viral in an hour. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Natasha, your kid broke my minion!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The entire base was refurbished.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Best. Vacation. Ever.

And this is what lying can get you, sure Rebecca lied but she was blackmail. A victim not the main antagonist, and this shows how shallow Adrien can be. Hawkmoth made a mistake going after a child... -)

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For the love of all things holy please let Mirio put you in a mating press

He would be so happy to have you folded in half, your pussy creaming around his cock over and over while he brings himself to release. "Does my cock feel that good? Hm? You're so pretty like this, look at you, have I fucked you dumb yet?" Mirio would be pounding into you ruthlessly, your knees beside your head being held down by his hands, caging you in. He would have you covered in hickeys, bite marks, and bruises from his strong grip on you. Your mind would be blank, only able to focus on the stretch of his cock and the feeling of his hands on you, the burning sensation of the position you've been held in long forgotten and replaced with pleasure. "Fuuuck that's it y/n, want my cum? Want me fill you up hm? Wanna have you dripping my cum all day baby" he'd increase his pace and his groans would echo in your ears. At this point all you can do is beg for his cum, your eyes practically forming heart shapes when you try to focus on his. "A-ah Mirio, gnna cum again, too good, f-fuck" your hands would come up to grasp onto his forearms, not even able to wrap around half of them, leaving little crescent shapes from your nails digging in. Your pussy would clench as you come undone one more time around his cock, giving that extra push Mirio needs to cum. "O-oh fuck, that's it, just like that, fuck you're gripping me so fucking tight. I'm gonna cum baby, gonna fill you so good" and with that his thrusts would stutter while he rides out his high, his cum spilling out the sides of your pussy. Your voices would carry out leaving no secret as to what was happening. Poor Tamaki wouldn't be able to make eye contact with either of you for at least a week without flushing beet red🥺

Sorry if this sucks, I'm in a Mirio mood and uhhhh it ain't healthy anymore