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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You let your boyfriend cum inside you for the first time.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: DI!Leon (or Leon RE4) x fem!reader, creampie, unprotected sex, wild Leon, slight mention of breeding perversion.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: It's something that crossed my mind, this man has me bad 🙏🏻

Leon feels like he's in heaven, dizzy, sweaty and with his eyes closed, seeing colors. Like he's really floating, and only because he's ramming your pretty pussy with need. Her pretty pussy. His hands are on either side of your head, he only needs his body to pin you against the sweaty sheets. His lunges jolt your body enough to shake the bed.

"Look at you, my pretty girl taking it so good..." He said between breathless gasps, and you opened your clouded eyes so you could look up at him, grinning dumbly at his words. But he wasn't even looking at you, he was watching your pussy open up around his wet cock. Yeah, Leon was getting kind of nasty.

And though he loved your pussy, and every inch of you. And what you were giving him, like the time you took the condom off for the first time and let him fuck you raw. Every time he sank into you, wetly and slowly he felt alive. But he couldn't help but want more, lust for more.

Leon is a greedy man.

You had not yet given him the honor of filling your pussy, of leaving you creamy and plump inside. He would never do anything against your word, so every time he got close he would come out and cum hard on your belly or your thighs. Even though it felt good, I knew it would feel better to be able to bury his dick and let it explode inside you. But he couldn't do it, not yet.

"Lee, Leon-!" you moaned loudly, dizzy in the ecstasy of his cock exploring every delicious corner of your insides. His head slapping your cervix, his hips slapping yours until your skin was red. It was definitely Leon's favorite sight, you beneath him with a sweaty face, your tits bouncing happily and your hips rising to chase his awkwardly.

"Baby, can I-?" he asked, burying his face in your neck letting out gasps that were starting to morph into animalistic moans. From the way his voice was becoming shaky and his hips were stumbling in their rhythm, he was so close.

"Please, let me... Let me do it." Leon's pride shifted to the side, that strong man taking on nuclear monsters was no match for your pussy. He could die if you denied him the paradise between your legs. And you know it.

"What?" you asked, in the midst of overwhelming pleasure and the sensation of your orgasm beginning to form, ready to burst as easily as a bubble.

"Inside, I want to do it Inside. A baby, let's make a baby-" His words came out in babbles, in between wet kisses he planted on your neck trying to distract himself from how his cock jerked inside you, begging for the release he was holding back. And when you were as dumb as he was, it only took his fingers around your quivering clit for you to quickly agree.

"I want to hear you, I need it, I..." He whispered, moving his kisses up your jaw and keeping the motion of his fingers on your clit, listening to you moan desperately beneath him.

"C-Cum inside, I want it inside." You affirmed in that sweet tone you used only for him. Mixed with long, euphoric moans, arching your back. Your center burned around him, his onslaught creating the most lascivious sounds you'd ever heard. Those words ignited something inside him. Finally, finally his little fantasy was coming true.

He pulled away a little, grabbing the back of your thighs to lift them and let out a grunt as he felt your walls tighten further around him. He was losing his mind. His hips moving in a wild, animalistic rhythm.

"I'm going to fill you up so good, baby." It sounded like a promise, you knew he was going to do it. His blunt nails digging into your skin, trying to hold on to something as he felt his dick quivering inside your walls, closing around his length.

"Come on, come on... Come for me, I want to feel you." His husky, raw tone of pure need finally brought you to orgasm. Your velvety walls clenched around him tightly, as if you wanted to extricate his dick. His breath caught as he felt your tight grip as if you were begging to be filled silly.

But relax, that's what he was going to do.

"God, baby-ah, you're tight me so good." He murmured dropping his head back, closing his eyes and relaxing his jaw with pleasure. His hips quivered, causing his to lose his rhythm.

You would look so pretty, your swollen pussy and his cum spurting out of your hole that was a portal to paradise. The image and the feeling of your wet walls around him was what drove him to madness.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck-!" he moaned over and over, ramming with each curse until potent, strong strands of semen exploded inside you, filling you with as much eagerness as he had wanted. He never would have imagined it would feel so good, so alive. His onslaught gradually slowed to a stop, panting heavily as his cock gave you all he had to offer. His eyes lowered to your pussy, withdrawing only to glowering at his work of art. His mess.

His fingers moved down to open the swollen lips of your pussy and watch his thick cum seep out of your weeping hole. He smirked, lifting his eyes finally.

"This pretty pussy deserves another load, Honey." He stated, beginning to rub his semi-hard cock up and down your quivering slit. Little did you know that you aroused the most primal, possessive side of the man who looked at you as if he wanted to devour you.

Because, oh, Leon is a really greedy man.

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Yeah, I’m done

I got in this prompt in November, if I remember right. I didn’t really look at it because… What the hell is a fall out fic?!!! I thought maybe it meant Lila exposed but I’ve done quite a few of those. However, I don’t really think I ever focused on it too much; usually, I stray to all the wonderful things Marinette does without them. This came from someone anonymous so It’s not like I can just ask the sender… SO I decided to wing it.

Marinette could honestly say she had waited a very long time for Lila to be exposed as the liar she was. Over a year in fact. A very long fourteen months.

           If Marinette was honest with herself, she would also add that she stopped waiting for any reason other than the fact she hated lies about… seven months, three days, and seven hours ago.

           Why did she remember that so well?

           That was the moment Marinette stopped trying to save everyone. Don’t get her wrong; she was still Ladybug. Ladybug was still a kickass hero. She did her job better than ever before.

           However, Marinette decided to take a step back, breathe, and let the chips fall where they may.

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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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Even Later

Even Later

To say that Chloé Bourgeois was pissed would be a massive understatement. Quite honestly, there are no words to describe how utterly ridiculous this all is. 

And to think, everything was perfect a week ago! She had the world at her beck and call (no she didn’t), she was a perfect superhero (no she wasn’t), and Adrien adored her! (No, he truly didn’t.)

But then her lousy, incompetent sidekicks betrayed her! They tossed her to the curb the one time she faltered- and she only faltered because they chose not to do their jobs! Scarlet Lady was left to face that nasty Akuma all by herself, and what did Chat Noir and Marigold do?

“Go off, Scarlet Lass!” Marigold cheered, voice as high-pitched and annoying as usual. “Show her what’s for!” 

They cheered on the Akuma. They laughed at her, laughed at all of her hard work and all that she had done for them! What did they know about being the leader of the team? They were just stupid little sidekicks, they couldn’t win without her! They needed Scarlet Lady! 

(As it turns out, they didn’t.)

The next day, Chloé showed up to school bitter and cranky, both from a lack of sleep (the de-Akumatized ex-fangirl had yelled in her face for an hour before walking away, finally satisfied) and a lack of Miraculous. She stormed into the class, ready to complain her frustrations away to Sabrina. 

She wasn’t prepared to find her class yelling excitedly, already talking about Ladybug.

And really? Ladybug? Of all things, that’s what Marigold came up with? Wow, great, superb! A thief stole her Miraculous and didn’t even use a good name. How embarrassing. 

Chloé glared at the room as she walked to her seat, and her anger only grew as Alya smirked at her.

“Hey, Chloé!” Alya said, voice taunting. “Did you hear the news? Your ever beloved Scarlet Lady has been replaced!”

“You’re one to talk,” Chloé snapped back. “After all, you run Scarlet Lady’s blog-”

“You mean the Ladyblog,” Alya interrupted, brandishing her phone. “Times are changing, Chloé, and so is my blog! Now I get to focus on a real hero!”

“And Chat Noir!” Marinette piped up, all too happy to speak her mind. “Alya’s got the blog split so that there’s an equal split between the Parisian duo!”

“The real Parisian duo,” Adrien added, leaning into Marinette, which, what?! When did Adrien start getting cuddly with that, that baker’s daughter of a fashion disaster?

Chloé scowled, looking away. “As if! I doubt that new girl can take over the mantle that Scarlet Lady created! No one could be that good!”

The only response she got was laughter. Alix was the one to respond.

“Please. Ladybug is Marigold. She announced the change in position last night to Alya herself! Apparently Scarlet Lady’s identity got revealed to Hawkmoth, which, wow. You had one job, but whatever. So Chat Noir and Marigold decided that a new Ladybug had to be chosen- which, thank God- so Chat Noir gave the Miraculous to Marigold.” She shrugs. “And I don’t know what cloud you shoved your head in, but Marigold has done wayyy more than Scarlet Lady ever did.” 

“She does seem to be much better at being a true hero,” Max added in, and Chloé growled.

“Please! You guys are just jealous that Scarlet Lady is so much cooler than any of you!”

“Scarlet Lady has never helped any of us,” Nino stated. “It was always Chat Noir or Marigold. I, for one, think Marigold should have been Ladybug from the start. Probably would’ve been better in the long run.” The class agreed easily, as if they were right. 

“I-” The bell rang, cutting Chloé off. Huffing, the girl stormed over to her spot. “Whatever! This is just ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!”

And it got worse. Chloé couldn’t believe it! Not only was her stupid little class infatuated with Ladybug, but so was all of Paris! They followed every little thing that dumb sidekick did, praising her for whatever she did! 

“Akuma battles are quicker than ever before!”

“And look at that teamwork! The two work together so flawlessly, it’s impeccable!”

“Ladybug is such a natural leader! She’s got an eye for solutions, really!”

“And Chat Noir has somehow become even greater!”

Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!

And then, get this, the two were spotted kissing. Chloé wanted to gag as the reporters had an absolute field day, raving over the new ‘power couple’. 

‘Those two sidekicks deserve each other. They’re not good enough for anyone else,’ Chloé told herself, shutting off her television for the night.

The day after ‘LadyNoir’ started trending was even worse, somehow. Chloé got to school, doing her best to ignore the stupidity of her peers, when a comment threw her off of her game.

“Ladybug and Chat Noir are so cute together!” Alya raved. “I just feel bad for you, Marinette.”

“Oh?” Marinette asked, ever so stupidly. “W-why do you feel bad?” Ugh, that stupid stutter.

“Well, with Chat Noir swept up in Ladybug’s arms, you don’t get a chance with him. I’m sorry, girlie.” Alya seemed upset, which, ew? Marinette would never be good enough for a sidekick, as if she’d have a chance with someone better than an absolute fool with no money to his name. 

‘Maybe she should date Nathaniel. Little artist freaks could be happy together and stay quiet,’ Chloé thought with a smirk.

That smirk quickly fell, however, when Adrien turned around and asked, “Well, Marinette, if you can’t pursue Chat Noir anymore…would it be alright if I pursue you?”

What. The. Fuck.

The room was silent as Marinette giggled. “I thought you’d never ask! There’s a new movie coming out on Friday, want to see it together?”

Adrien nodded like some lovesick puppy, and Chloé-

Chloé was done. Absolutely done. 

Storming out of the room, she missed the knowing glance that passed between the new couple.

Slamming open the bathroom door, Chloé glares at the group of girls who gossip with one another, giggling as they apply their stupid makeup to their stupid faces. They see her and panic, darting out immediately. A smart decision, because Chloé Bourgeois is not in the mood to deal with some lowly people.

She stalks around the bathroom like a caged animal, glaring at the walls, the floor, the stalls, the door. Everything pisses her off, from the bright lighting to the dirty mirrors that reflect her glares and curled frown, the shows off her bare ears, lacking any accessories.

She looks away from the mirrors, missing the sight of the purple butterfly that phases through the wall, merging into her purse and allowing the outline of a mask to line her face.

“Scarlet Lady,” Hawkmoth cooes, voice serene and calm. “Your lousy sidekicks have thrown you to the side, betraying you for the sake of fame. Their act of treachery is befitting of a villain, undoubtedly worse, and I am aghast to see such wrongdoings being done by the ‘heroes’. I refuse to fight against such impure people, and as such I will give you the power to overthrow the new Ladybug, so that I may have a proper enemy once more. All that I ask for is Chat Noir’s Miraculous, as he is also unworthy of wielding such power, and in return I will give you the power to defeat Ladybug. Antibug, will you answer this call?”

Chloé smirks, satisfaction overcoming her. “It would be my pleasure, Hawkmoth.”

And then she’s covered in purple. 

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Marinette always thought she’d be a normal girl with a normal life. She had dreams of becoming a designer, sure, but even those dreams were rather modest. She wanted to make a difference, sure, but she never thought that she would become somebody.

So imagine her surprise when she ended up becoming a hero of Paris not just once, but twice. First as Marigold, the Bee who rose up to fight beside Chat Noir when his own partner was lacking in, well, everything. Then to become Ladybug, the one who can reverse any damage done by Akumas and to act as Chat Noir’s other half. 

It was unexpected, to say the least, but that’s not to say it is unwanted. No, Marinette loves her life. She loves being able to help people, being able to make a difference in the world. She loves patrolling with Chat Noir at night, hours of laughing and joking as they leap across the horizon. She loves the friends she’s made since this whole villainous mess started. And, of course, she loves her new boyfriend, both in and out of the mask, Adrien “Chat Noir” Agreste. 

Overall, Marinette is happy. She’s really, truly happy. 

So, as the universe goes, Chloé Bourgeois tries to ruin her day. Because that is simply how the world works. 

A crash is heard outside of the window, and class is quickly disrupted as her peers race over to look for the source.

“An Akuma!” Kim shouts, ever so helpful. Marinette and Adrien peer out, eyes quickly trained on the rampant Akuma.

Marinette rolls her eyes when she sees the villain du jour. The blonde girl wears a black suit with red polka dots, a matching yoyo currently being swung about, hitting whatever she can. From the obvious reference to Ladybug to the ever present pout, it’s obvious.

“Chloé,” Marinette and Adrien mutter in unison, and then they sneak off to transform.

As soon as they’re suited up, the duo slips outside, speaking quietly to each other.

“Think it’s because of your popularity, or because we’re dating?” Chat asks, smile light and joking.

“Maybe both. Who knows, maybe she’s been playing hard to get this whole time, chaton.” Ladybug winks, giggling as the blond curls his nose in disgust. 

“Mon Dieu, don’t even say that. We both know that she was just obsessed with the model boy.” 

“Poor boy. I hear he’s got a girlfriend, though, so maybe that caused her to snap?”

“Could be. Oh well. If she’s anything like she was as Scarlet, she’ll be an easy fight.” And with that, they come face to face with the Akuma.

“Ladybug,” she sneers. “I am Antibug, and I’ve come to reclaim my Miraculous!” She shouts out the words, and Ladybug is very aware of Alya as she leans out of the window, phone catching every word.

“Definitely can’t get it back now,” Ladybug whispers, and Chat Noir snorts. Louder, Ladybug says. “The Miraculous is not yours, nor should it have ever been. I have been informed that you stole it from its rightful user, and they have granted it to me instead.” When Tikki told Marinette that she was chosen, not Chloé, the girl had been pissed. 

“Please! As if that stupid Dupain-Cheng deserved it!” Antibug states, just as loudly, and now Ladybug is glad that she came up with her small lie. Otherwise, her identity would be broadcast to all of Paris, if not the whole world, by now. As it is, Ladybug can hear the whispers of her shocked classmates, surprised to hear that their friend was originally chosen to be their beloved heroine.

Shaking her head, Ladybug forces herself to ignore her peers. She has more pressing matters to attend to.

Like the fact that, for an incompetent hero, Antibug is a surprisingly good villain. She plays dirty, using her yoyo to trip up Chat Noir and Ladybug, throwing random objects for them to dodge or deflect, and calling multiple Unlucky Charms in an attempt to throw them off.

“Of course she’s a better villain than a hero,” Chat Noir complains as he leaps over a car, the fight by now taking place in the abandoned street in front of Dupont. “It only makes sense, considering villains are motivated by selfishness, while a hero has to be selfless.”

“You’re one to talk about selfishness!” Antibug taunts before throwing a car at him. Ladybug catches him with her yoyo, pulling him out of reach. “You betrayed me so you could give your little girlfriend my Miraculous.”

“Your identity was revealed, and you were a lousy hero! As if we’d give you the Miraculous that was never supposed to be yours in the first place!” Chat screams back, venting out some of his anger. Ladybug takes the chance to snag Antibug’s yoyo with her own, pulling away the weapon. 

“Chat!” She cries, tossing him the weapon. Without even summoning his power, the blond crushes it in his grip, letting out a small purple butterfly.

“No more evildoing for you, little Akuma!” Ladybug says, catching the Akuma in her yoyo. Quickly, she casts her Miraculous cure, letting a shower of ladybugs fill the air as all of the damage disappears. 

All that is left is one pissed off Chloé Bourgeois, and Alya recording behind a car. 

Ladybug sighs, stepping forwards. Now is the time where she and Chat Noir usually comfort the deakumatized victim, helping them to find a solution. And, as a hero, she and Chat should look past their feelings, right?

Nope. Ladybug quickly decides otherwise when the blonde lets out a yell, lunging at her and reaching for her earrings. Without hesitation, Ladybug restrains the girl with her yoyo, pinning her arms to her side.

“Chloé Bourgeois,” she speaks, voice cold and harsh. “As Scarlet Lady, you put Paris in danger for far too long in order to satiate your ego. You left your partner to do all of the work, letting him run himself ragged to save the city, putting twice the work on him. You never changed, allowing yourself to become even more vain and self-centered with every passing day. You were anything but a hero from the very start, having stolen the Miraculous from a girl who had the potential to save this city from the start. Instead, that girl will never have the chance to help as much as she wants, because you have broadcasted her identity without a second thought. And even though she chose me to take her place, you still try to defy her wishes, going so far as to try stealing the Miraculous from me. You are not Akumatized, either, so you have no excuses. You are a menace to society and a danger to Paris, and you will never and have never been a hero. Good bye.” 

Exhaling, Ladybug retracts her yoyo and leaps out of view, Chat Noir following her. They detransform together, exhausted.

“You went off on her,” Adrien says, a small grin appearing on his face. “Mon Dieu, princess, it’s like you said everything I ever wanted to.”

“Thanks, chaton,” Marinette replies, leaning against him as they walk out of the alley. “Do you think I went too far?”

“I think you said exactly what you should have. She’s gone far too long unchecked, it was about time someone told her what’s for.”

The words relieve her of her doubt, and give her the strength to walk back into their classroom.

Chloé isn’t there, but the class speaks of her nonetheless. 

“I can’t believe she was Scarlet Lady!” Alya cries out, then pauses. “Actually, no, I can. Dang. And I ran a whole blog about her. Ew.”

“It explains why she was so awful,” Kim says bluntly.

“And why she always ditched me…more so than usual, at least,” Sabrina whispers, saddened by this revelation.

“And she stole the Miraculous, too!” Rose cries. “How awful!” 

Alya’s head snaps up, looking to Marinette, who still stands beside Adrien in the front of the class. “From you, right? Ladybug said it was stolen, and Chloé said it was yours!”

“You were supposed to be Ladybug!” Alix shouts, slamming her fist on her desk. “Damn, that would’ve been so cool!” 

“Heheh, yeah…but when Marigold told me what had happened, I knew that I couldn’t take the title,” Marinette says, trying to look bashful.

“Why not?” Max asks. “If it was yours originally, why couldn’t you use it?”

“Because Chloé knew. And I was afraid that she would broadcast my identity in order to get ‘revenge’…and it looks like I was right to assume that.”

Alya frowns. “That’s terrible, girlie. You could’ve been a hero by Chat Noir’s side the whole time.”

Marinette shrugs, leaning into Adrien’s side even more. “Yeah, but I can’t let that stop me. I’ll still help when I can, but Marigold…I knew I could trust her to be a hero. So she became Ladybug.” 

“Yeah, Mari here doesn’t need a Miraculous to be a hero,” Adrien pipes up, smiling widely. “Remember how she always threw herself into fights? She was always helping out with battles.” He laughs. “She only stopped because Chat Noir practically begged her to stay out of the way. He was worried that she’d get hurt.”

The class cooes over the statement, agreeing easily, until class starts back up at last. Marinette takes her seat once more, ready to continue the day.

“Just so you know,” Alya whispers, “I think you would be an amazing hero.”

Marinette simply smiles, and she knows that Alya is right.

Marinette thought she’d be a normal girl, but she’s so much more.

And now it’s Ladybug’s time to shine.

Author’s Note: At long last, I finally made a sequel to Later, which I wrote back in October. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoy zoe’s amazing comic! ~Salthaven 

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This is steamy smut and a light fluff... ◼◻◾◽⬛

retired!bakugo who spends his days fucking you nonstop <3

oml, this is so sweet actually!! it's all under the cut <3

18+ mdni / fem!reader

i think he'd love how much time he'd have to indulge in actual intimacy. all of a sudden, he's able to bring you closer together, to deepen your relationship, to spoil you rotten. no rush, no sudden calls to ruin the moment; just you and him, rocking against each other with the slowest, most passionate rhythm you've rarely been given the chance to experience before.

him taking the time to really ravage you properly. chest to chest, cheek to cheek; his lips and rough hands becoming so greedy as he explores every inch of your naked skin that he's somewhat forgotten how to caress over the years of constant work and busy schedules.

and yes, speaking of years, he might not be able to last as long as he did back when he was younger; lacks the stamina youth brings and all that, but he's still strong - powerful.

like a beast.

he can still fuck you through the entire night if you take small breaks in-between, can slam you into the mattress; all slow and intense. he's in no hurry, he will fuck you for as long as it takes to turn you dumb. to turn you into this adorable, overstimulated mess that his job had kept him from seeing otherwise. to listen to you babble out curses that mix with his name, to see you cry pretty tears from how deeply his fat cock sinks into you.

and he takes such good care of you because, fuck, he actually can, now. he cooks you a delicious dinner and fucks you on the kitchen counter as you wait for the oven to heat up, turning you both starved. he takes morning showers with you after sleeping in, and takes you against the cool tiles; your skin dewy and warm from the hot water and steam, eyes still droopy from sleep. he takes you out on dates, and splits you open in the backseat of his car like he's some feral teenager again. tugs you away at parties just to finger your adorable cunt, and get you all hot and bothered for when you get back home.

he fucks you anywhere, everywhere; any time, all the time.

being so close to you, finally being able to be a part of your life like he should have always been is just so special. it turns him insatiable and soft. his heart becomes dipped in honey: he cherishes every arch your back makes, every moan, every kiss and every climax. even every tender sentence is important, even if it doesn't make all that much sense as you both bask in the afterglow later; limbs warm and stretchy, bed sheets crumpled.

he's so content with having you. entirely.

especially because you finally get to have him, too.

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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Breeding | Bakugou x Reader

Warnings: Heavy breeding, super minor lactation kink

WC: 1205

Huge thank you to @tetsurousharlot for betaing this for me! (And for how fast you did it cause that shit was impressive.)

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Bakugou has been eyeing you all day. He watches you prance around his agency in your tight, little hero costume. All he can think about is getting you home and throwing you on the bed. But no. No, you wanted to go out to dinner because you both happened to get off early at the same time. So maybe he was a little rude to the waiter, but come on, you looked so gorgeous, sitting there in the low light of the restaurant and the waiter was getting a little too friendly. Bakugou is not the most patient person on his best day, but when he wants nothing more than to bend you over and fuck you stupid, some damn waiter flirting with you is not what he needs.

“I can’t believe you. You were so rude to him, Katsuki.” You grumble, walking into the house.

“He was practically drooling all over you.”

“He was being nice! What’s up with you today? I feel like you’ve been so snappy with everyone.”

“Fuck off, no, I haven’t been.”

“Yes, you have. I know I’m usually the only one you can stand to talk to for so long, but still.You were pretty mean to anyone that got near me.”

He lets out a groan and rolls his shoulders. “Do you know how fucking hot you looked today? All I have wanted was to bend you over and fuck you full, but everyone kept getting in the goddamn way!”

“So you’ve been an ass to everyone because you wanted to fuck me?” You question, raising a brow at him.

“Don’t fucking say it like that. I’m allowed to want to fuck my wife.”

“Aw, ‘Suki, baby. I know you are, but all you had to do was ask and you could have had me.” You giggle, walking over and pulling him down by his tie. “I’m always yours to fuck. Do whatever you want.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

He watches you for a moment, taking in the soft features of your face before grabbing your thighs and hoisting you up. You immediately wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly. Without saying anything, he immediately attacks your neck with soft kisses and little bites as he carries you to your bedroom. Rough, calloused hands squeeze at your thighs before you're roughly tossed onto the bed.

“Katsuki!” You squeal as you bounce when you hit the soft mattress.

“Shut up, I got a goal right now.” He growls, tugging his tie off and unbuttoning his shirt.

“What goal?”

“I wanna breed your tight little cunt.”

“I, Katsuki. What?” You question as he crawls onto the bed to hover above you.

“We’ve been talking about it. You want a baby and now I’m done talking. I wanna fucking breed you. I want you pregnant.”

You stare up at him with wide eyes for a moment before nodding dumbly. He gives you a large grin before kissing you roughly. Pulling you up, he unzips your dress before moving out of the way to tug it off of you and throw it off the bed. His hands roam your body, calloused fingers dig into soft skin, pushing in hard enough to leave bruises. A hand slips under you and unhooks your bra, pulling it off and tossing it off to the side. Your hands comb through blond spikes, pushing his hair off his forehead, giving you a clear view of his crimson eyes.

Bakugou gives you a soft smile you know he reserves for only you and leans down to kiss you a little softer this time. He pulls your panties down and throws them off to the side, his own clothes following not long after. Hovering above you, his hand finds its way between your thighs, fingers swiping through your slick folds before circling your clit before sliding down to press into you. He swallows the small moan you let out and slowly scissors his fingers stretching you out.

“Katsuki, it’s fine. ‘m ready.” You whisper against his lips.

“S not fine, barely stretched you.”

“Just, it’s fine, come on. Give me a baby, Katsuki. Please?” You pout, clenching around his fingers the best you can.

With a little groan, he rips his fingers from your cunt and pushes your legs up to your chest. Fitting himself against you, he grinds the underside of his cock between your folds grinning when you whine as the tip bumps against your clit. Finally, he pulls his hips back and pushes the tip into you, grunting when it finally pops in. He pushes in slowly, letting you really feel the stretch of him. Letting the thick vein on the underside of his cock slide against your walls, tip kissing at your cervix as he finally bottoms out within you.

“Fine, I’ll give you a baby. Fill you up and keep you fucking full until it takes.”

“Yes! Katsuki, please!”

“Can’t fucking wait to see you get all round, tits nice and full of milk for my baby. But you’ll be a good girl and share, right? Let me have a taste?”

He pulls his hips back and slams into you again, letting his cock force your warm, velvet walls apart. Pure determination and lust crossover his face as he slams into you. His fingers dig into the back of your thighs pushing them closer to your chest. The extra space allows him to hit just a little deeper within you with every thrust.

“Can’t wait to see you all fuckin round with my baby. Let every stupid fucker that flirts with you at the agency know you’re mine.”

“Suki! Please! You’re, fuck, you’re too deep, baby.”

He ignores your small plea and continues driving into you as hard as he can. A hand drops between the two of you, his fingers rubbing quick messy circles against your clit as he growls down at you. His cock hits all the right places every time he thrusts down into you, leaving your mouth hanging open, moans falling freely from it. A few more pointed thrusts from him and you’re suddenly cumming hard around him. Your release splashing against his thighs and lower abs.

“That’s it, princess. Fuck yeah. That’s what I like to see, baby.” He growls down at you.

“Suki! Daddy! Sensitive! Please, slow down!” You whine, pushing a hand between the two of you to push at his hips in hopes of slowing them.

“No, just hold still. You just gotta take a little more so daddy can cum.”

Ignoring your whines, he pushes your legs up a little higher in hopes of forcing himself a little deeper in you. Tears start to gather in the corner of your eyes as he never gives up his punishing pace. Bakugou suddenly swears above you, hips jolting into yours before pressing into you as he cums hard. His hips give small, half assed thrusts before he nearly collapses on top of you breathing hard.

“Fuck, that should be a good start. You good?”

“Sensitive.” You manage to get out as you attempt to catch your breath.

“Sorry, we’ll go again in a little while. Gonna keep going until it takes.”

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Commission for ✨ anon by @succu6us

Pairing: Dragon King!Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Genre: nsfw / smut

Warnings: clear D/s, cursing, fingering, penetration, teasing, spanking, facefucking/oral (Reader giving), squirting, praise kink, breeding kink, overstimulation, dirty talk, choking/neck grabbing, unprotected sex

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Bridges Burned (Mama always told me that I should play nice. But she never met you)

Just a little something I worked on today. Not fond of the end But I write at work. And I ran out of time. Sorry. I 

Marinette officially lost all her friends one sad Friday afternoon. She hadn’t been surprised when it happen. Most had been distant from her lately; cancelling plans or even avoiding in her the hall.  Some wouldn’t even bother to hide their dislike and outright glared at her. However, it was Alya who decided the bridge should finally burn. She accused Marinette of bullying poor Lila and disavowing the bluenette; asking the entire the class if anyone considered Marinette a friend anymore.

 While a few outright yelled no, no one spoke up, afraid to get any negative attention on themselves and be ostracized like their once friend.

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Daminette December 2023: 18-Hiding in the Shadows

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Chloe Bourgeois." a security voice called.

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

"Damian Wayne." Chloe stated.

"Sit!" he demanded.

Chloe was shocked by his attitude.

'Doesn't he know who I am?'

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

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

"My father-" Chloe snarled.

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

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

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

Tears formed in Chloe's eyes.

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

"We're done here." Damian stated.

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

'I knew she wouldn't last.'

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

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

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

"I don't know-" Lila continued.

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

Lila glanced towards Adrien, who kept his head down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lila stood up, in rage.

'How dare she!'

"Lila Rossi." security called out.

Lila smirked, "I'm coming."

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

"Why do you say that?" Adrine asked.

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

"And?" Adrien questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

"No." the designer answered.

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

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

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

Lila sauntered her way into the office.

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

"Sit." He demanded, not looking up.

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

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

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

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

Lila nodded and made her way back to the seat.

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

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

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

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

"Now, Miss Lerouch-" he continued.

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

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

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

"Don't touch me." Damian demanded.

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

The Wayne heir growled, "Let go."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A man rushed towards them with medical workers.

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

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

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

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

Cerise burst into tears as she was carted off.

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

Adrien began to feel uncomfortable.

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

"Huh?" Adrien asked, confused.

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

The model gulped, watching Marinette lick her lips.

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

Adrien only looked at her in shocked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes." Adrien spoke.

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

He noticed Adrien seemed relieved about that.

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

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

"Thank you." Adrien smiled.

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

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

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

Marinette immediately took a seat in front of him.

"Why should I hire you?" He questioned.

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

"Oh?" Damian pushed.

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

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

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

"Then why are you here?" Damian questioned.

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

That was not the answer he had been expecting.

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

"Keep me as in?" Marinette pushed.

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

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

"And that would be?" he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No." he replied.

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

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

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

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

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

He chuckled ather way of thinking.

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

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

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

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

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

"Correct." she answered.

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

Marinette nodded, happily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is that so?" Marinette whispered back.

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

Marinette took a breath before she walked out the door.

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

"Yes." she answered.

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

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

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

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

Adrien gulped in response.

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

'What did she mean by that?'

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

'What was he staring at?'

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

'He was after Marinette the whole time!'

'He already knew who I was.'

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

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

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